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[July 6] [Junjou Romantica] Unsavory Lifestyles
Title: Unsavory Lifestyles
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deecherrywolf
Day/Theme: July 6 / rage, rage, against the dying of the light
Series: Junjou Romantica
Character/Pairing: Hiroki
“Happy birthday Hiroki.”
20-year-old Hiroki glanced over at his longtime friend who held out a wrapped rectangle... it was obvious what was in the wrapping paper. Another book. He graciously took it, unwrapping. He looked over at Akihiko. “Thanks! I needed this edition.”
“I figured you did... you've been bitching about not being able to find it for the past several months.”
Hiroki snorted, pushing the book inside of his bag. Akihiko lifted his drink. “So? What are your plans for tonight?”
“I figured since I'm legal, I'll go to the bar.”
“Like you haven't been going all ready.”
Hiroki rolled his eyes. It was true. He had gotten into plenty of bars, but all of it came at a cost... usually in the form of a hand or blow job to the bar manager.
It always worked like a charm.
He took a drink of his coffee, averting his eyes from his friend... any time thoughts of his peculiar lifestyle came up he had to look away from Akihiko. The man was pure... or at least pure in Hiroki's eyes. He may not be a virgin, but he wasn't like Hiroki. He wasn't someone who was willing to suck a cock or two for a good time.
But then again, he had precious Takahiro to thank for that.
He narrowed his eyes at the thought of that man... Akihiko looked down at his phone, a smile on his face. Hiroki bristled. He was probably reading a message from that man right now. He clutched his coffee cup a little harder. Akihiko sighed. “Well, I am not really into the bar scene, if you don't mind, Hiroki.”
“Nah, it's cool.”
Akihiko pushed himself out of his chair, glancing over at his friend. “I have some business to attend to, you have a happy birthday, Hiroki.”
Hiroki watched his friend leave, a slow, sad smile spread across his face. As soon as Akihiko was out of sight, he slumped in his chair and laid his head on the table. He sighed.
“Business, huh?”
–
Hiroki glanced his beer, eyes blearily from the alcohol intake. He sighed as he glanced around the bar. The place was filled with scumbags. Hiroki may have a sordid lifestyle, but he had some class and most of the guys here were not of his caliber... disappointing really. He had been expecting to find someone good to celebrate a good birthday fuck with.
Then he came in.
The man walked in with such confidence that Hiroki could feel his pants tighten. The girl clinging to him was a little discouraging, but he could tell... the man set off his instincts... if he was with the floozy hanging off of his arm, it was only for looks. And after a couple of minutes, he had been right. The girl was off with some other guy, flirting... while the confident dark haired man sat alone. Hiroki downed the remainder of the beer he had and walked over, taking a seat next to the man.
The man glanced at Hiroki, eying him. “I don't think I've seen you are before.”
Hiroki's eyes met his. “Wouldn't be surprising. I just turned twenty today.”
The man's smile was encouraging. “Oh? Well... Happy birthday.”
“Thanks... I bet you could make me have a real happy birthday.”
The man's eyes lit up and he shifted in his seat, reaching down to fix his steadily growing arousal. Hiroki felt a spike of desire course through the pit of his stomach. The man laughed gently. “And how would I do that?”
“Maybe if we head to your car, I could show you how.”
Hiroki watched this man's eyes flash with desire. It was over. Hiroki had won. This man wanted him, that was for sure. He just hoped this guy would be man enough to admit it. The man's brows dipped, his cheeks dusted pink. “Well, my sister might not like it...”
“Your sister?”
“Right over there.”
Hiroki glanced at the girl who was giggling and talking to a couple of guys. He glanced back at the sexy man before him. “Does it look like she'll be ready anytime now?”
“Well, no...”
“Don't worry, she'll never know.”
Hiroki took the man's hand and headed him out of the bar.
–
The interior of the car was nice. Supple leather seats as Hiroki found out as he lay back against the back seat, watching the man before him pull his shirt off. The exposed chest was beautiful as well... well built and full of hair. Hiroki grinned. Though he preferred little to no hair, he couldn't help but admire a good chest with hair on it. He ran his fingers over it, hearing the man hum in approval. Hiroki sat up, pushing the man before him down.
He yelped and looked wide eyed at Hiroki, whose curious hands traveled lower, rubbing his stomach teasingly before beginning to unbuckle his pants. Hiroki freed the erection quickly. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a condom. “You wear standard condoms?”
The man flushed. “Yes.”
Hiroki nodded, opening the package. Artificial strawberry scent escaped the package and spread about the car as Hiroki pulled the condom out of the foil, placing it in his mouth... perfect for...
The man's eyes widened as he felt Hiroki's mouth atop of his cock... slowly going down, stretching the condom down his prick. He weaved his hands in those light chocolate locks and groaned as Hiroki took all of him in before pulling back, straightening the condom out. He rubbed at the base sensually... rubbing the condom along it as well. The man panted and watched as Hiroki began unbuckling his own pants, freeing a painful looking erection. Hiroki grabbed a small bottle of lubrication out of his pants pocket and tossed it to the guy.
“Want to do the honor or would you rather watch me?”
Both sounded tempting, but the man quickly twisted the cap off, pouring some lubrication on his hands, tilting it and letting it drip onto Hiroki's exposed bottom. Hiroki purred in approval as he felt those fingers begin to spread lubrication all over his opening. This stranger began to pour more lubrication on Hiroki and then finally, pressing a single finger in. Hiroki moaned, spreading his legs further as this guy began to wiggle another finger in. The rhythm began... those fingers began to slowly move in and out of his channel. Each time it brushed gently against that spot that made his toes curl.
After the third finger was added and stretched, the man pulled them out and grabbed his cock. He rubbed the lubrication coated hand over his protected cock and then pointed it gently a Hiroki's opening... slowly pushing himself inside. Hiroki moaned loudly at the feeling of that cock head entering and them the length filling him. He shuddered as the man stopped... that was as much as he'd get in... it was quite a bit, pretty impressive by the look on the man's face. Pure astonishment, then something primal. He growled and began to move.
Hiroki swooned at the feeling. There was nothing like having a hot cock within him, pulsating against his inner muscles. He wrapped his legs around the man and felt him move again. Oh, how he wished this could last forever.
But all good things must come to an end.
After a good 10-15 minutes Hiroki came with a shout and the man followed him. Hiroki panted, watching the man pull out of him and pull off the condom, opening the door to throw the condom out. He grabbed his pants and pulled them up. Hiroki sat up, glancing at the leather seats.
“Let me know if there is any cleaning that needs to be done on here...”
“Don't worry about it. I've had it taken care of a long time ago.”
“Waterproofed?”
“Mmhmm... it should clean off rather quickly and easily.”
Hiroki pulled up his own pants, trying to ignore the look he was getting. “So,” started the mystery man. “Do you even want to know my name?”
Hiroki blinked... the man was just now asking this? And besides... did it really matter? He voiced his thoughts into words. “Does it really matter? I mean, we'll never see each other again... more than likely.”
The man chuckled, running a hand through Hiroki's hair. “I wouldn't be so certain about that, Kamijou Hiroki.”
“...Eh?”
“My name is Sakama Yuu. I'm the assistant professor of the Calculus class you are taking this semester... or so says Professor Kurosagi.”
Hiroki's entire face burned up. Sakama Yuu... that definitely was the name on his papers for that class. He felt himself tremble and he fled.
–
Hiroki got home to his bachelor pad and started his shower... he wasn't in the mood for a bath so he stood in the shower, feeling those water droplets falling down his skin. He blearily looked down at the white tile, watching soap bubbles go down the drain. He felt his mouth twitch downward. He slammed a fist against the tile, water from the shower and tears blurring his vision. Why did he have to be like this? His Calculus class wasn't a class he was looking forward to, now even more so! Sakama Yuu would probably bother him a lot more than necessary now... If only he had controlled lust or even have asked the man who he was... and now...
He growled to himself, scrubbing rigorously at his skin... wanting the dirty feeling to go away. And as he scrubbed, he couldn't help but feel like he was slowly losing a bit of himself. He had thought he had turned away from this way of life... but just when he thinks that, there is another man in his bed... would he ever break free of this dark way of life? He shuddered under the warm water.
It felt unbearably cold.
(THE END)
Author:
deecherrywolfDay/Theme: July 6 / rage, rage, against the dying of the light
Series: Junjou Romantica
Character/Pairing: Hiroki
“Happy birthday Hiroki.”
20-year-old Hiroki glanced over at his longtime friend who held out a wrapped rectangle... it was obvious what was in the wrapping paper. Another book. He graciously took it, unwrapping. He looked over at Akihiko. “Thanks! I needed this edition.”
“I figured you did... you've been bitching about not being able to find it for the past several months.”
Hiroki snorted, pushing the book inside of his bag. Akihiko lifted his drink. “So? What are your plans for tonight?”
“I figured since I'm legal, I'll go to the bar.”
“Like you haven't been going all ready.”
Hiroki rolled his eyes. It was true. He had gotten into plenty of bars, but all of it came at a cost... usually in the form of a hand or blow job to the bar manager.
It always worked like a charm.
He took a drink of his coffee, averting his eyes from his friend... any time thoughts of his peculiar lifestyle came up he had to look away from Akihiko. The man was pure... or at least pure in Hiroki's eyes. He may not be a virgin, but he wasn't like Hiroki. He wasn't someone who was willing to suck a cock or two for a good time.
But then again, he had precious Takahiro to thank for that.
He narrowed his eyes at the thought of that man... Akihiko looked down at his phone, a smile on his face. Hiroki bristled. He was probably reading a message from that man right now. He clutched his coffee cup a little harder. Akihiko sighed. “Well, I am not really into the bar scene, if you don't mind, Hiroki.”
“Nah, it's cool.”
Akihiko pushed himself out of his chair, glancing over at his friend. “I have some business to attend to, you have a happy birthday, Hiroki.”
Hiroki watched his friend leave, a slow, sad smile spread across his face. As soon as Akihiko was out of sight, he slumped in his chair and laid his head on the table. He sighed.
“Business, huh?”
–
Hiroki glanced his beer, eyes blearily from the alcohol intake. He sighed as he glanced around the bar. The place was filled with scumbags. Hiroki may have a sordid lifestyle, but he had some class and most of the guys here were not of his caliber... disappointing really. He had been expecting to find someone good to celebrate a good birthday fuck with.
Then he came in.
The man walked in with such confidence that Hiroki could feel his pants tighten. The girl clinging to him was a little discouraging, but he could tell... the man set off his instincts... if he was with the floozy hanging off of his arm, it was only for looks. And after a couple of minutes, he had been right. The girl was off with some other guy, flirting... while the confident dark haired man sat alone. Hiroki downed the remainder of the beer he had and walked over, taking a seat next to the man.
The man glanced at Hiroki, eying him. “I don't think I've seen you are before.”
Hiroki's eyes met his. “Wouldn't be surprising. I just turned twenty today.”
The man's smile was encouraging. “Oh? Well... Happy birthday.”
“Thanks... I bet you could make me have a real happy birthday.”
The man's eyes lit up and he shifted in his seat, reaching down to fix his steadily growing arousal. Hiroki felt a spike of desire course through the pit of his stomach. The man laughed gently. “And how would I do that?”
“Maybe if we head to your car, I could show you how.”
Hiroki watched this man's eyes flash with desire. It was over. Hiroki had won. This man wanted him, that was for sure. He just hoped this guy would be man enough to admit it. The man's brows dipped, his cheeks dusted pink. “Well, my sister might not like it...”
“Your sister?”
“Right over there.”
Hiroki glanced at the girl who was giggling and talking to a couple of guys. He glanced back at the sexy man before him. “Does it look like she'll be ready anytime now?”
“Well, no...”
“Don't worry, she'll never know.”
Hiroki took the man's hand and headed him out of the bar.
–
The interior of the car was nice. Supple leather seats as Hiroki found out as he lay back against the back seat, watching the man before him pull his shirt off. The exposed chest was beautiful as well... well built and full of hair. Hiroki grinned. Though he preferred little to no hair, he couldn't help but admire a good chest with hair on it. He ran his fingers over it, hearing the man hum in approval. Hiroki sat up, pushing the man before him down.
He yelped and looked wide eyed at Hiroki, whose curious hands traveled lower, rubbing his stomach teasingly before beginning to unbuckle his pants. Hiroki freed the erection quickly. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a condom. “You wear standard condoms?”
The man flushed. “Yes.”
Hiroki nodded, opening the package. Artificial strawberry scent escaped the package and spread about the car as Hiroki pulled the condom out of the foil, placing it in his mouth... perfect for...
The man's eyes widened as he felt Hiroki's mouth atop of his cock... slowly going down, stretching the condom down his prick. He weaved his hands in those light chocolate locks and groaned as Hiroki took all of him in before pulling back, straightening the condom out. He rubbed at the base sensually... rubbing the condom along it as well. The man panted and watched as Hiroki began unbuckling his own pants, freeing a painful looking erection. Hiroki grabbed a small bottle of lubrication out of his pants pocket and tossed it to the guy.
“Want to do the honor or would you rather watch me?”
Both sounded tempting, but the man quickly twisted the cap off, pouring some lubrication on his hands, tilting it and letting it drip onto Hiroki's exposed bottom. Hiroki purred in approval as he felt those fingers begin to spread lubrication all over his opening. This stranger began to pour more lubrication on Hiroki and then finally, pressing a single finger in. Hiroki moaned, spreading his legs further as this guy began to wiggle another finger in. The rhythm began... those fingers began to slowly move in and out of his channel. Each time it brushed gently against that spot that made his toes curl.
After the third finger was added and stretched, the man pulled them out and grabbed his cock. He rubbed the lubrication coated hand over his protected cock and then pointed it gently a Hiroki's opening... slowly pushing himself inside. Hiroki moaned loudly at the feeling of that cock head entering and them the length filling him. He shuddered as the man stopped... that was as much as he'd get in... it was quite a bit, pretty impressive by the look on the man's face. Pure astonishment, then something primal. He growled and began to move.
Hiroki swooned at the feeling. There was nothing like having a hot cock within him, pulsating against his inner muscles. He wrapped his legs around the man and felt him move again. Oh, how he wished this could last forever.
But all good things must come to an end.
After a good 10-15 minutes Hiroki came with a shout and the man followed him. Hiroki panted, watching the man pull out of him and pull off the condom, opening the door to throw the condom out. He grabbed his pants and pulled them up. Hiroki sat up, glancing at the leather seats.
“Let me know if there is any cleaning that needs to be done on here...”
“Don't worry about it. I've had it taken care of a long time ago.”
“Waterproofed?”
“Mmhmm... it should clean off rather quickly and easily.”
Hiroki pulled up his own pants, trying to ignore the look he was getting. “So,” started the mystery man. “Do you even want to know my name?”
Hiroki blinked... the man was just now asking this? And besides... did it really matter? He voiced his thoughts into words. “Does it really matter? I mean, we'll never see each other again... more than likely.”
The man chuckled, running a hand through Hiroki's hair. “I wouldn't be so certain about that, Kamijou Hiroki.”
“...Eh?”
“My name is Sakama Yuu. I'm the assistant professor of the Calculus class you are taking this semester... or so says Professor Kurosagi.”
Hiroki's entire face burned up. Sakama Yuu... that definitely was the name on his papers for that class. He felt himself tremble and he fled.
–
Hiroki got home to his bachelor pad and started his shower... he wasn't in the mood for a bath so he stood in the shower, feeling those water droplets falling down his skin. He blearily looked down at the white tile, watching soap bubbles go down the drain. He felt his mouth twitch downward. He slammed a fist against the tile, water from the shower and tears blurring his vision. Why did he have to be like this? His Calculus class wasn't a class he was looking forward to, now even more so! Sakama Yuu would probably bother him a lot more than necessary now... If only he had controlled lust or even have asked the man who he was... and now...
He growled to himself, scrubbing rigorously at his skin... wanting the dirty feeling to go away. And as he scrubbed, he couldn't help but feel like he was slowly losing a bit of himself. He had thought he had turned away from this way of life... but just when he thinks that, there is another man in his bed... would he ever break free of this dark way of life? He shuddered under the warm water.
It felt unbearably cold.
(THE END)