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A date - that was something he hadn’t had in a long time. When had it been that the sweet fruit of love had swayed him for the first time? Gin couldn’t say, he could only wonder, only fathom, but he knew that it would be gone, as soon as the cigarette he was about to light, if he drowned himself in nicotine for the night. “Missed me?”, the redhead asked, with a shy undertone to beat - he did, he knew that, but he didn’t have to admit that just yet. If Kosuke asked though, maybe the shell would c…

Like rising smoke, he disappeared, while still making him grin - the tie was a stupid accessory anyway, and the sooner it was gone, the better it was. Gin smiled as Kosuke headed out and then decided that, yes, an overpriced, horror-themed Café was just the right thing for the night; Eguchis was too familiar and somebody would recognize him, out there, with an unfamiliar face no less and if he had even worse luck, that someone reported to his hoss - or at least knew him. There was quite the sigh…

Flattery and fake love was rampant in this industry; bittersweet words that just hit the right spot were a must and as much as he wanted out, desired someone to understand him without having to do all of this, he knew that this was his best shot at just about anything. There was little he could do, and much less that he should be doing, but alas - Gin was trying his earnest and having fun with it, at least in a way; and Kosuke, well, he made all of this just the slightest hit more enjoyable to h…

There was giggling - lots of it. Gin liked being treated like he was something special, as if someone gave a damn about him, and Kosuke was exactly that; someone he'd swooned with just a few words, someone who's actions had literal consequences and now, he was living for them. In truth, maybe this was bad, maybe his boss would eventually decide that he'd punish him for driving away business and flirting with them in private instead, but he could hardly imagine it to be that way. In fact, Gin vie…

"You haven't.", Gin assured. No, the ability to upset him wasn't something one acquired easily, or really, at all. He was used to all of this by now, had heard many words regarding himself, his appearance and his behavior; something like that wasn't an insult in the slightest, and if he were to be honest, he couldn't blame anyone for thinking that he'd like to do something, anything, just a bit differently. "That does sound nice, and I'm not insulting you for living a stagnant life, oh, never. W…

"I'm also pretty good at spreading my legs, that doesn't mean I don't dream about getting out of this dump at some point.", Gin suddenly said, quite earnestly at that, and openly no less. Why wouldn't he be truthful? He'd not gain anything from lies, nobody gained anything out of white lies like these either. "Not ... that I think that your job is as despicable as mine.", he suddenly reeled back. Why was he doing this to himself? Because he couldn't stand the truth, which simply was that he coul…

"That doesn't matter.", Gin retaliated, bubbling with emotions, ranging from happiness to confusion at this point, something that he had to take in account when talking to a man that was so different, yet, all the same as well. Was this what was supposed to be happening in his life? Was he doomed to fall for men that were unattainable in the end? "Who knows, if you're that aloof with your superiors, they might like you so much that they promote you!", he proposed, knowing that he would die for s…

Normally, he'd have assumed that someone like Kosuke would be interested in his services and, worse than that, would want to spend time with him while he was at it. Sure, there was little Gin could do to protest; in fact, he didn't even want to. Why would he? This was better than most of the things he did with different men over the past few years and he saw this as a glimmer of hope in an otherwise rather bleak situation; though, idolizing Kosuke let nowhere, the redhead knew that well enough. …

"Oh no, why would they? Thrills and chills and all that stuff, they come here to pay less and receive more. Being a regular brings little to no benefits, but they all seem to be on the edge when it comes to what their money can buy." A body, that was, one that would do anything they desired, as long as the price was right, and Gin almost gagged, anytime somebody came in here with more than just a special requests. Some days could feel like they went on forever, but this one was rather pleasant, …

Miyako trabte hinter Lord Hideyoshi her - verdammt seien seine langen Beine und die ewigen Gänge seines Anwesens! Wenn sie erst erwachsen werden würde, so wollte sie größer als ihr Herr sein, der ihr nur Sorge bereitete, wenn er sich nicht aus seinen eigenen vier Wänden begab, sich aber gleichzeitig am besten nicht bewegen sollte, wenn er sie nur an die Hand nahm. Wieso konnte er denn nicht langsamer machen? So sehr sie ihren Lord vergötterte, so offensichtlich kam ihr diese Taktik vor - er woll…

"Is it not?", Mikuni asked, rather suspiciously. Now, surely, Genji was a bit rust and his people skills weren't the best - he couldn't blame him for that, in fact, probably should not, and yet, he also couldn't help himself but annoy this man, more than he should. What would he gain from this, he wondered, and what would he lose, he questioned? "It's fine. You need time, Genji. We all do. Both Otoha and me are stubborn, there's no way around it.", he declared. The two of them fit each other lik…

"I wouldn't say that. It makes you rather unique, actually. Especially among all the regulars.", he explained with quite the wink. Kosuke could do whatever he wanted to Gin and right now, he'd even accept it, as far as concepts of forgiveness went. There was nothing he didn't like about him, nothing he'd seriously consider a loss in his books, even if Kosuke wanted more than to be sucked off, but alas, maybe he soon changed his mind. To him, this guy seemed like he was on a trail to somewhere - …

He wore his smile like a mask, at least most of the time, but right now, he couldn't and wouldn't do so. This was something else, something more delicate that Gin held dear, even if he knew that nothing was coming out of their little conversation either way. Obviously, there was nothing familiar about each other, even though Gin could and would swear that he'd missed Kosuke. "Maybe I did, who knows?", he replied, with a grin that told nothing except the fact that he was flattered by what was hap…

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…