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Gin couldn't help but chuckle. Now, this was a feast for sore eyes and no matter how hard he had tried to escape this inevitable outcome, he was actually happy to be back in this room with Kosuke and Kosuke alone. What did he even do to deserve this guy? Potentially there was finally a streak of good luck going on in his area, but if it wasn't, then he'd just hit the goddamn jackpot. Why, he couldn't say, but at least this guy was cute and his presence oddly comforting. "I did.", he clarified on…

And off he went. Gin couldn't help but think about how lovely it was to see someone like Kosuke leave, yet, he was sad to see him go - all in all, he figured that this guy would stay in his head, like some sort of fucked up constant that he couldn't get rid off. By the time he was going to get out of here, he had already brushed his teeth - just as a little precaution - and then taken back his other clothes, gotten out of something that he hadn't even planned on wearing this long, and slid back …

This was an incredibly comforting scenario, something that Gin would want out of a relationship at some point, anywhere, at any time, from anyone that was willing to give it to him - and Kosuke, who just gave him a bit of physical support, was exactly the right person for that. If anything, he couldn't wish for a better guy to be with him, but at worst, he was probably cursing himself under his breath, for merely existing and spouting such nonsense. "Yes, and I'm not saying that because it's my …

Gin could sit here for hours on end, or rather lay, and enjoy the warm embrace that someone like Kosuke was currently offering up to him. No matter what he did, how he did it, or what he thought about during all this time, it eventually all came back to the same thing - his current client, the guy he had done nothing for, except give him what he paid for, was a much lovelier dude in any regard. Why was that? He didn't know. He didn't even care, actually. "Oh, no, you're not. Don't worry. This is…

Softly enough, he let his fingers wander over Kosukes chest, drawing patterns into the thick skin that lay beneath him, all the while he wondered just how any of this was happening. He was a bit smitten with this guy, he had to admit that, but not only just that, he couldn't help but wish all of his clients were more like that. Owning up to all they did, treating him better than just a piece of meat, but Gin knew that that was a ridiculous way of thinking. Fuck, why would he even do that? It mad…

Gin sometimes was all for it when the time was up, but in the case of Kosuke, he truly wished they had the slightest bit longer. He wouldn't call this guy a quickshot, though, just someone who enjoyed talking a bit more than any other client he had tonight, at least when it came to not praising himself. Some guys who came through this door were all high and mighty, definitely born with their head up their own asses and so much money in their pockets, nobody would miss them when they were gone, s…

Gin was focusing something entirely else when Kosuke opened his mouth to keep on talking - about Fight Club no less. What was he going to do with this guy? Now that he actually was sucking him off, and actually putting effort into that for god knows what reason, he was being a smartass, no? The redhead bit back a chuckle as he continued his little assignment, giving himself no time to breathe as he slowed down. The rhythm he'd naturally set was gone, thrown out of the window - he'd apparently de…

"Oh, you do? So you aren't an office clerk. I figured that." But he also wasn't wrong. Any other person might take it as an insult, to be laughed at by a mere whore who was there to only look pretty and feed their desires, nothing else. Gin couldn't help it, not when his partner for the night was a cutie and definitely not the type of person that would pack those kinds of punches. Besides, whoever wanted to pick a fight with his boss only had to touch him the wrong way - being banned from this e…

Kosuke was unbelievable. Gin couldn't help but laugh now, his shy giggle all but gone when laughter consumed him. It was so bad he almost cried, despite being a skillful actor - in the end, he figured, it came down to understanding how the world worked, and those who inhabited it. "And you think I'm one of them? That's funny ... you're funny. I wish I could give you that, but alas, no, sorry.", he reminded the, apparently older, man of his little predicament. Whatever his customers wanted of him…

Was he now? Gin couldn't say. He could proclaim that yes, he stood on his own two legs to spite Kosuke and just be one step ahead of him, that he tried his earnest to make it hard on them both, but he also knew that, if he admitted that he was merely trying to get this over with, he definitely wasn't going to enjoy all of this to his hearts extent. That was his job, right? Making customers happy and, by happenstance, lulling them into bed with him eventually. "I might be, but who knows? Would yo…

Gin couldn't help but giggle. True. That he would have. In the end, though, maybe he just expected more from this man, from the way he behaved and looked, and the redhead couldn't help it but presume that, without explicit consent, this guy wasn't going to do jack shit. Those clients were few and far between, but he knew them - they came in here and immediately noticed anyones bleak look; and instead of having sex, just to make the night more bearable, they wanted to whiteknight and talk. Talk a…

Bullshit, everyone had a type - some liked them with larger hips and bigger curves, while others only gave two fucks about how big their rack was, while the rest of their body was definitely more on the boyish side. Gin knew them, read them like an open book and even someone like him was ought to know what he liked - he liked his boss, the authoritan type, and yet, they had to be rather beautiful, maybe even more than average, but he hardly was able to get a taste of those. "How can you be sure …

Oh, no - that’s not how that worked. Gin was putting on his best facade, acting all delicate and now he’d be stood up? Now that was nothing more than a punch in the face. Sure, there were people that came to this room without expecting him, but all of them were depraved enough, to eventually fall into a pit of pleasure with him. This one, however, seemed to have none of that. Factually, he felt insulted, but actually, maybe this was for the best - his boss would let him off the hook if he only a…

Wasn't every single day the same? His heart never was quite interested in the men he served, but his eyes were sometimes glued to half of them - to their scars, their eyebags, their unshaven faces. Every single time he wanted to question why they sought him out, he had long since figured out that they were in the need of comfort, but not in the usual sense. Five was a number that belonged to him, and while his boss still had women working for him, he wasn't the only man - few of them worked as w…

5ccc639f59111f8f044d72765cf2e8c595588edb.webp m x m / slice of life / drama / romance absolute anguish / the disasterduo strikes again immorality / insanity / inability Kosuke merely wanders the streets from time to time for his own amusement. They are dense and packed with all types of people, living their own lives, below buzzing wires, flickering neon lights and a harsh sun that fights those high skyscrapers every other day for a right to illuminate even the dirtiest parts of the city. Of cou…

52f0188723dae979e99c7636baf2fcbab3f31202.png Name: Gin Osugi Age: 23 years young Height: 174cm Background: Born in the countryside of the Kumamoto Prefecture, Gin can call himself a certified country bumpkin, if it weren't for his upbringing. His parents weren't always there, that much is for sure, but while he spent a lot of time with his grandmother, she always told him they were doing it for his education. In the end, she was quite right, as little Gin had a home tutor, instead of attending t…

5ccc639f59111f8f044d72765cf2e8c595588edb.webp m x m / slice of life / drama / romance absolute anguish / the disasterduo strikes again immorality / insanity / inability x merely wanders the streets from time to time for his own amusement. They are dense and packed with all types of people, living their own lives, below buzzing wires, flickering neon lights and a harsh sun that fights those high skyscrapers every other day for a right to illuminate even the dirtiest parts of the city. Of course, …

Who else could he hold onto, who else could he rely on? Mikuni only had Genji and it was sad to consider. The two of them knew little about one another, and even worse, little about themselves - they had no chance of just figuring it out together, and they also had to admit that, despite everything, their only form of comfort came from the past. Was Genji still hung up about Otoha and the way she existed despite being dead, in a sense? He hoped not, but maybe the sadness in his eyes was telling.…

Nnnnnnein. Mango?

Tomatensauce! (Boah, ich hab noch Flashbacks als ich von der Sahne mal kotzen musste. :')) Muskelkater oder Kopfschmerzen? :^)