Two Thousand an Hour
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
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3,703
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2
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Two Thousand an Hour
Two Thousand an Hour
Dressed in knee length, black leather boots, very short jean shorts and a see-through black shirt that showed off his body in a very nice way. A lock of short chestnut brown hair was pushed behind one ear, as bright amber eyes glanced lustfully at every passerby.
The corner block between the old school and the new town housing of Turtleback Lane was his joint. No one did business there until he had finished, and then they amscramed when he got back. Tonight, he was hoping to find a quick business and be back home in bed within the next two hours.
Leaning against the building wall, one leg bent over the other, the brunette watched as a dark black car pulled up to the curb. Pushing off the wall, Syaoran slinked sexily over to the side door, bending down to talk with the driver.
“You lost, stranger?”
Smooth, sexy, enticing. A perfect combination to get a customer. Syaoran allowed himself to smirk at his success as he noticed the slight twitch in reaction.
“No. Get in.”
Smiling, Syaoran shook his head.
“I’m pretty expensive. Do you think you can afford me?”
“Yes.”
The abrupt answer caught him off guard a little, but his smile never faltered.
“I’m two thousand an hour.”
“Fine. Get in.”
Cocking his head to the side, Syaoran shook his head slightly.
“Up front.”
Sighing, the man pulled out a black satchel from the inner compartment, taking out and then throwing down onto the passenger seat the right amount of money.
Smiling sweetly, Syaoran opened the door pocketed the money, and then sat down. His seatbelt was barely on when the car started to drive off.
Two minutes later, they pulled up to an empty car park in an abandoned area of the city. Moments later and the seatbelts were off, with the ‘stranger’ leaning over Syaoran and pushing the seat back to lay flat.
It was then that the brunette decided to lay down his one rule.
“I don’t kiss.”
“Fine.”
Rolling his hips downwards, the man growled lightly into the younger mans ear, pushing the dark see-through material up, and unzipping his short shorts.
The whole thing moved very fast, with the man above him shredding Syaoran’s clothing and throwing the flimsy material into the back of the car leaving him in only his boots.
Unbuttoning the white shirt, and unzipping the mans black work pants, Syaoran allowed himself one moment to admire the mans gorgeous physic before running his hands down and taking the mans shaft in his hand.
Pumping the long, thick length Syaoran used his other hand to pull out a condom from his left boot, while suckling on the man’s fingers which soon left his mouth to probe and push into his entrance.
Moaning at the intrusion, Syaoran threw his head back pushing his body onto those probing fingers, his hand moving in rhythm with the roll of his hips.
Unwrapping the plastic protection, the brunette quickly pushed, rolled and drew the condom over the man’s large shaft, noting in the back of his mind that the regular did not fit all the way or properly for that matter.
One booted foot was placed on the ceiling of the car, the other on the dash board, and his body was pulled down the seat slightly so that the man’s shaft was positioned directly at his entrance.
Nibbling on his lip, the two men locked eyes for the first time that night, smiling, the man began to nibble on Syaoran’s shoulder before he slammed himself into the younger man.
“Aaahhhhh!!!!”
Losing himself in the joint feeling of pain and pleasure that always came with this job, Syaoran pushed his hips not allowing his customer to miss a moment trying to make him feel comfortable – as the man had almost made to do – and his hands roamed over that perfectly toned body.
Letting a moan pass his lips, the man rammed himself into the beautiful man below him, kissing his chest and suckling the pink bud offered to him. He had rarely picked up such a pretty little thing like the brunette, especially one so well built and... enticing.
The noises that were coming from that delicious mouth did not seem a put on – and if they were it was no wonder the brunette was so expensive – and it really was a shame that he couldn’t kiss it sore.
Well, with permission anyway.
Smirking, the man continued his administrations, a small flicker of hope that at least one of the sounds of pleasure was actually caused by him.
Groaning quietly, Syaoran tried not to make it obvious that he was enjoying himself as the thick, pulsing rod was impaled into him. He was gonna be sore in the morning, but he knew it would be worth it.
Gripping onto the man’s shoulder, Syaoran rolled his hips upwards, biting into the white shirt, while the man bit down on his shoulder, cumming hard. This pushed Syaoran over the edge, and they flopped back onto the seat together, the man rolling out and off of him back into the drivers’ seat.
Gasping quietly, Syaoran blinked and then proceeded to redress – checking that his money was still there – and noted that some of the creamy white fluid had made it past the useless condom and was leaking from his newly punctured entrance.
Smiling lightly, the brunette opened the car door gathering himself.
“What’s your name, anyway?” he asked.
“Kurogane. Yours?”
“Syaoran.”
Smiling at each other, Syaoran got out, closing the car door behind him, and made his way back to his small apartment where his best friend was no doubt still studying.
The two of them were university students, and with very little money, Syaoran had made his ‘night job’ worth the while by upping the price. He was the only person in the city who charged that much and received a customer every night.
Not that his room-mate, Sakura, knew that. As far as she was aware, he worked in a club.
“Hey!”
Turning around while hiding his surprise, Syaoran tilted his head again.
“Are you always on that corner?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Smiling, Kurogane went back to his own apartment, planning on spending a bit more the next night on the brunette. If he was lucky enough, he might even be able to convince the prostitute to kiss him.
Licking his lips at the thought, Kurogane spent the rest of the night and the next day at work in a very good mood. Which boded well for the billion pound corporation in which he owned.
AurthorsDeathNote: Well, just an AU thing. I like to think that Syaoran isn’t totally perfect in some worlds. But he’s still good at heart. Hehehe! Thank you!
Dressed in knee length, black leather boots, very short jean shorts and a see-through black shirt that showed off his body in a very nice way. A lock of short chestnut brown hair was pushed behind one ear, as bright amber eyes glanced lustfully at every passerby.
The corner block between the old school and the new town housing of Turtleback Lane was his joint. No one did business there until he had finished, and then they amscramed when he got back. Tonight, he was hoping to find a quick business and be back home in bed within the next two hours.
Leaning against the building wall, one leg bent over the other, the brunette watched as a dark black car pulled up to the curb. Pushing off the wall, Syaoran slinked sexily over to the side door, bending down to talk with the driver.
“You lost, stranger?”
Smooth, sexy, enticing. A perfect combination to get a customer. Syaoran allowed himself to smirk at his success as he noticed the slight twitch in reaction.
“No. Get in.”
Smiling, Syaoran shook his head.
“I’m pretty expensive. Do you think you can afford me?”
“Yes.”
The abrupt answer caught him off guard a little, but his smile never faltered.
“I’m two thousand an hour.”
“Fine. Get in.”
Cocking his head to the side, Syaoran shook his head slightly.
“Up front.”
Sighing, the man pulled out a black satchel from the inner compartment, taking out and then throwing down onto the passenger seat the right amount of money.
Smiling sweetly, Syaoran opened the door pocketed the money, and then sat down. His seatbelt was barely on when the car started to drive off.
Two minutes later, they pulled up to an empty car park in an abandoned area of the city. Moments later and the seatbelts were off, with the ‘stranger’ leaning over Syaoran and pushing the seat back to lay flat.
It was then that the brunette decided to lay down his one rule.
“I don’t kiss.”
“Fine.”
Rolling his hips downwards, the man growled lightly into the younger mans ear, pushing the dark see-through material up, and unzipping his short shorts.
The whole thing moved very fast, with the man above him shredding Syaoran’s clothing and throwing the flimsy material into the back of the car leaving him in only his boots.
Unbuttoning the white shirt, and unzipping the mans black work pants, Syaoran allowed himself one moment to admire the mans gorgeous physic before running his hands down and taking the mans shaft in his hand.
Pumping the long, thick length Syaoran used his other hand to pull out a condom from his left boot, while suckling on the man’s fingers which soon left his mouth to probe and push into his entrance.
Moaning at the intrusion, Syaoran threw his head back pushing his body onto those probing fingers, his hand moving in rhythm with the roll of his hips.
Unwrapping the plastic protection, the brunette quickly pushed, rolled and drew the condom over the man’s large shaft, noting in the back of his mind that the regular did not fit all the way or properly for that matter.
One booted foot was placed on the ceiling of the car, the other on the dash board, and his body was pulled down the seat slightly so that the man’s shaft was positioned directly at his entrance.
Nibbling on his lip, the two men locked eyes for the first time that night, smiling, the man began to nibble on Syaoran’s shoulder before he slammed himself into the younger man.
“Aaahhhhh!!!!”
Losing himself in the joint feeling of pain and pleasure that always came with this job, Syaoran pushed his hips not allowing his customer to miss a moment trying to make him feel comfortable – as the man had almost made to do – and his hands roamed over that perfectly toned body.
Letting a moan pass his lips, the man rammed himself into the beautiful man below him, kissing his chest and suckling the pink bud offered to him. He had rarely picked up such a pretty little thing like the brunette, especially one so well built and... enticing.
The noises that were coming from that delicious mouth did not seem a put on – and if they were it was no wonder the brunette was so expensive – and it really was a shame that he couldn’t kiss it sore.
Well, with permission anyway.
Smirking, the man continued his administrations, a small flicker of hope that at least one of the sounds of pleasure was actually caused by him.
Groaning quietly, Syaoran tried not to make it obvious that he was enjoying himself as the thick, pulsing rod was impaled into him. He was gonna be sore in the morning, but he knew it would be worth it.
Gripping onto the man’s shoulder, Syaoran rolled his hips upwards, biting into the white shirt, while the man bit down on his shoulder, cumming hard. This pushed Syaoran over the edge, and they flopped back onto the seat together, the man rolling out and off of him back into the drivers’ seat.
Gasping quietly, Syaoran blinked and then proceeded to redress – checking that his money was still there – and noted that some of the creamy white fluid had made it past the useless condom and was leaking from his newly punctured entrance.
Smiling lightly, the brunette opened the car door gathering himself.
“What’s your name, anyway?” he asked.
“Kurogane. Yours?”
“Syaoran.”
Smiling at each other, Syaoran got out, closing the car door behind him, and made his way back to his small apartment where his best friend was no doubt still studying.
The two of them were university students, and with very little money, Syaoran had made his ‘night job’ worth the while by upping the price. He was the only person in the city who charged that much and received a customer every night.
Not that his room-mate, Sakura, knew that. As far as she was aware, he worked in a club.
“Hey!”
Turning around while hiding his surprise, Syaoran tilted his head again.
“Are you always on that corner?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Smiling, Kurogane went back to his own apartment, planning on spending a bit more the next night on the brunette. If he was lucky enough, he might even be able to convince the prostitute to kiss him.
Licking his lips at the thought, Kurogane spent the rest of the night and the next day at work in a very good mood. Which boded well for the billion pound corporation in which he owned.
AurthorsDeathNote: Well, just an AU thing. I like to think that Syaoran isn’t totally perfect in some worlds. But he’s still good at heart. Hehehe! Thank you!