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Gun was a petty little shit, they say that time in prison makes people think about changing for the better must of been a politician with how much of a lie that was because the only thing prison time gave Gun was the patience to be as goofy as possible without anyone batting an eye.
"So you'd stoop that low to pick up people from the street and have them fuck you?"
Goo was drinking up this phone call, sprawling over Gun's lap to listen to what (Name's) response was going to be.
"First of all- he had a suit before he took it off, and a ROLEX too. And second...did you donate? I wanna get new mods for my PC"
A noise rumbles from (Name's) phone, the sound of who he's guessing is Goo falling off Gun's lap and the so called "Oni" cuss him out in Japanese. On any other day (Name) would internally drool over the syllables that left Gun's mouth, he spoke Japanese so calmly and with such respect; however his stomach was aching from the night with Samuel nevertheless the lack of aftercare given to him was driving him slightly sad.
"Gun I literally gave you a chance to have a once in a lifetime opportunity"
"huh? the fuck was tha-"
"To fuck me of course- but noooo you're just too big and bad for that..so nonchalant"
(Name) cuts the other off happily, rolling over to lay on his back with a soft sigh, his free hand rubbing the expanse of his abdomen to try and relax the soft pain lingering there. The truth was that if Gun ever fucked him, best believe (Name) would make it a lifetime opportunity immediately.
"ooohh lemme speak to him Gun you bastard!"
Ah. That fox-like screech...must be Goo and Gun fighting over the phone. Lucky for them (Name) doesn't like talking much, hanging up rather easily and slumping against his pillows silently in thought. Samuel was good. Hell he'd say the best fuck of his life but he was definitely an irate person.
He left me here without even a damn note, at least be nice to your colleague!
(Name) groans for the thousand time, the whole idea of showering and making food for himself sounded like stepping on legos right now. So in conclusion the boy found himself messaging his favourite blonde.
Jay of course was ecstatic to hear the buzz notification from (Name) he'd taken the whole day off, hoping that (Name) would do the exact thing he was doing right now. The stream was beautiful, he looked like a being Jay shouldn't ever be able to see, like an incubus who was trapped in the arms of a man who clearly liked to have ink spliced into his skin. Jay wondered if one day (Name) would want to have him on that stream forever, even better if Daniel was there. His two angels. The tire that (Name) would feel after made the light blonde worried sick, which is why he took the day off.
It's all according to plan it seems as he looks down at the text on his phone.
"Jay...you wanna come over... like.. watch a movie or something?"
"omw."
He was certainly on his way. Jay actually caught at least two speeding violations on the way to (Name) studio, he paled at the sight of the boy filled with soft bruises and clearly aching. The already soft touch became even lighter when he washed (Name's) body.
"haha..don't look so worried Jay"
(Name) was so pretty when he smiled and oh his voice was the exact same, his viewers were all missing out on this face and the way soap popped and bubbled against the other's skin. Jay could feel his knees redden from sitting on the marble beside the bathtub.
(Name) cannot help but declare Jay as one of his favourites, this blonde man took time off his day just to pamper him, and now here he was freshly cleaned and laying over a warm muscular chest watching a movie. (Name) wanted to give something back to Jay. He was so sweet that it was making him slightly ill, he was a whore, the blonde could do so much better.
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"(Name's) not answering me I'm gonna kill myself!"
Goo announced a little too passionately, almost making Samuel drop the powderpuff he was patting against his face. Irk ran through his veins like honey, why the hell was this guy in his penthouse again? and why did he allow this to happen again? Here Goo sat with only a towel on laying over the ivory white couch of Samuel's penthouse.
It was giving him déjà vu at this rate, he can't blame anyone but himself for letting Goo get so close to him. Or maybe he was letting himself get too close to Goo...the thought gave him shivers.
"Are you even listening to me? ughhh you get like 6 million won after fucking someone and suddenly you get to ignore everyone"
Goo whines, slumping his head back and rather shamelessly strangling his dick, he wasn't even aroused just bored. (Name's) stream was fun to watch though, him and Gun had sat down and played poker with it in the background. Talking business and every so often looking at (Name) passing out before continuing. Call it weird. Call it perverted even but Goo called it a "bonding session".
He might be addicted to this guy, Goo was already thinking about who he could send over to (Name's) way next. Maybe James? or he could pull some strings and get (Name) a few cocks from the Ansan public. Oh but he wants to see his pierced dick fuck someone too, Eugene might of been good. God the conversations he was having was making his cock jump against his palm.
"Samuel can you like suck my co- wait a damn minute"
Goo's head whips around, searching for the orc-like man he swears was here a second ago. Wow... Samuel really left for work that damn quick? A low shriek leaves Goo. He'll have to deal with just using his palm to get off for now.
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"mhm...right and the next best step for the second affiliate is to just change the games given at the show"
Eugene murmurs to himself, muscles squeezing down tightly around the dick laying inside him. His tongue running over his lips to stop drool from seeping out from his tongue and dripping onto the papers he was looking over. His abs tensing with every bounce and movement of his hips, he could hear Samuel groaning quietly below him, the urge to thrust upward must be unbearable but right now Eugene held the power.
His nimble fingertips bump his glasses against the bridge of his nose, slamming his hips down and watching the cum spill from the tip of his cock. He'd been flaccid for a good hour- hell he's been flaccid for years. He can't remember the last time blood had ran to his dick. But that never stopped him, in fact it only pushed Eugene to find better pleasures.
It's like cutting into a warm cake, just to see a beautiful buttercream filling on the inside.
"Oh fuck"
Eugene sighs, riding out his orgasm while signing the document he was reading. The floor was surely a mess along with his chair but that's easy to fix, nothing a good wipe down couldn't fix. He could cum over and over against for hours and it wouldn't be enough for him. The only thing that stopped him was the slight worry for his physical health.
Orgasms so frequent must be bad right? Of course. That and he had meeting to go to and unfortunately Samuel couldn't always be there to be his favourite dildo.
"You can finish now"
His voice is so smooth, it makes Samuel swallow and fuck up against his boss with enough vigour to make it rather clear to Eugene that Samuel enjoyed this all rather carnally. The cum that spills into him relaxes Eugene entirely, he watches Samuel head out like nothing happened. As he should. Where he belongs.
Now he has to fix the shit-hole of the second-affiliate.
A quiet exhale leaves him. Maybe he shouldn't limit his orgasms so much.