Day 23: Prostitution / Jason & Kiyo
Additional Tags: Non-canon compliant, transmale OC, Alternative Universe, Bartender AU, Queerplatonic relationship, Best friends, Friendship, Prostitution kink, Backstory, Explicit sexual content, Bondage, Sexual chemistry, Dom/sub dynamics, Conversation, Objectification kink.
Some rounds of drinks, happy laughter, and playful flirting had sent them to Jason's soft bed. The man's touches were tight as if he didn't want to let go of Kiyoshi.
It had been about three months since that relationship-changing fight. Kiyoshi's condition (or punishment as he called it), was that Jason told him everything about him. The shorter man, guilt-stricken over his actions, almost broke down in tears. Not because the person he craved to consider a friend, not a casual friend, was willing to forgive him but because those words were more like salvation than damnation.
Since then, Jason realized obtaining his most heartfelt desire, what money couldn't buy, was less of a matter of talent and more about hard work. He had lived under a mask since he understood life was full of people who were waiting for him to make a mistake and tear down his dad's reputation. Being only father and son, they protected one another. Fortunately, Jason's pride and self-confidence grew with his age. He had taken poise and elegance from his father and a charming, mischievous smile from his mother. He was extroverted and friendly, popular wherever he went.
Jason had many casual friends, those that were in love with his friendly mask, but few intimate friends and even less dedicated lovers. He separated sex and love, experiencing the former more. So when this white pretty boy from the Japanese islands, with his genuine kindness and care, saw through Jason's mask and tried to reach out, the man was at a loss.
And terrified.
Jason had clearly tried to hurt him, yet the blonde. . . forgave him. They hadn't even become true friends and Kiyoshi could already destroy his reputation.
Jason wanted to be his friend that bad.
When he looked back at the situation calmly, he laughed bitterly. He had grown weak. But if that weakness would make them closer, he would accept it.
Whether because of the alcohol, his mutable feelings, or the attraction between their bodies, they ended up sharing a night of passion. Kiyoshi seemed calm about it (thank god) after sobering. They were open about sex but Jason's ideals about friendship didn't include rubbing himself on their thighs, nor getting off to their cute expressions from his teasing.
They eventually acknowledged the chemistry between their bodies and established a queerplatonic relationship. After graduating from university, Jason helped Kiyoshi open a Japanese-style bar in hopes of giving lost souls that wandered the night a place to rest.
His kind friend's idealism was far from his reality but he loved Kiyoshi too much to not indulge his every wish. To Jason, that bar was a playground for his friend. The only place to rest Jason needed was Kiyoshi.
Kiyoshi was introverted and affectionate, and the only place Jason felt comfortable taking off his mask was at his own place. Thus, sleepovers were a common occurrence.
A movie, a game, chatter, or silence, what truly mattered was spending time around each other's presence.
Back to the present situation, they were making cocktails for each other. Time flew and their strong resistance to alcohol crashed down, sending the pair to a giggly mess.
Moving to the host's bed, Jason's hands roamed across his friend's body. He didn't have a particular body type, thus he appreciated his friend's peculiarities. Kissing the blonde's fat stomach, he teased, "Are you eating well? You're so thin."
Kiyoshi trembled, pinned wrists overhead, and answer with a pout. "I do."
Jason grinned. "You sure? You look thinner than the last time I saw you." He trailed his fingertips across the blonde's ribs, almost clinging to his skin. Since the first time Jason saw him naked, he had the impression Kiyoshi tettered at the border of anorexia.
He nibbled on a rib. "If it were up to me, I would plump you up with the best delicacies humans have created." Kiyoshi was the most precious person to him after his father. He wanted Kiyoshi to be healthy and live a long life.
"You know my body has a fast metabolism," the blonde protested.
Leaning over Kiyoshi's ear, he whispered. "That's not what I want to know. Have you been eating well? " His friend squirmed. "Have you been taking care of yourself as you take care of your customers?"
"Mn. . . no," Kiyoshi answered in a soft voice. If it were someone else, he would feel guilty, but Jason always made him feel as if they were equal. No fear of punishment, no need to feel ashamed. So he didn't apologize.
Kiyoshi received a peck on the cheek. A nuzzle followed, making his whole body tremble. The rubbing on his leg made him feel used and teased, making his lower body heat up.
Jason massaged Kiyoshi's slender thighs. His friend gasped.
"You're so good at this," Kiyoshi muttered.
"I'm an experienced dom." Jason brought his hand up Kiyoshi's white shirt, always one size bigger for cute points, and played with the already perky nipples. He raised his lips to his friend's ear and chuckled, getting a violent shudder out of the taller boy. Kiyoshi's brown eyes swam between curiosity and hesitation.
"Want the name of the brothel? Maybe we can book someone together." He muttered to his friend's ear, pressing a full-lipped kiss.
"There's. . . something like that here as well?"
"Like what?"
"Brothels. Easy to access. Private."
"Is that how Japan does it?" Jason mused.
His friend nods.
Jason was curious. "Did you used to visit them?"
Kiyoshi shook his head.
"You seem to know a lot?"
The blonde's cheeks reddened. Seeing his silence, Jason resumed rubbing his clit on Kiyoshi's hip and hummed his name.
"I--I was interested. It's easy money. Easy to get in."
"Pretty boy toys like you would be popular," Jason guessed with a certain tone. "If we had met in a brothel, I would be crazy for you."
Kiyoshi moaned sharply. His eyelids quivered like a pretty little thing. His body was so submissive and easy to please.
"Did you imagine having me as a customer?" Jason asked in a teasing manner.
" Mnhm ."
The reply was so casual Jason was stunned. He wasn't against the idea.
"Would you like to roleplay as that?"
Kiyoshi gazed up through half-lidded eyes. "C-customer?"
"Huh?"
"Um, how do they call people their customers?"
Jason leaned in, tilting Kiyoshi's chin. "Sir for you, pretty boy. "
Kiyoshi tested the word on his lips. Jason couldn't recall if his friend was used to calling their professors such. Could be a language thing.
"Since you are mine for the next hour, let's do something fun. " Jason licked his lips, surveying the surroundings. First, he chose to bind Kiyoshi's wrists to the headboard as usual. When the blonde said he was comfortable and aroused, Jason proceeded to rub his ass against Kiyoshi's erection.
"S-sir?!"
"Easy, I won't go too far this time."
Kiyoshi observed as Jason shifted to rub his clit against his stomach, smearing it with fluids. The warm ones mix with the cold from the air conditioning. Kiyoshi shivered.
"Any recommendations, sweetheart?" Jason asked.
"Sir, please use me," Kiyoshi whispered with clouded eyes.
Jason hummed thoughtfully. "If I want to."
If this were a customer-client session, Kiyoshi would have been more impersonal. The tinge of uneasiness fell as Jason kissed his forehead. "I wouldn't let a pretty boy like you unsatisfied. What do you really want, precious?"
Kiyoshi's chest filled with warmth. "I--S-sir, th-there's no need to listen to me."
Jason whispered to his ear. "I decide what I do or not. You only need to do what I say." He gently stroked their lips together. A kiss would have been inappropriate.
"Y-your lips, sir," he stuttered, melting under the touch. "I would like your lips in my. . ." His cheeks flushed. Biting his lip, he didn't finish the sentence.
Jason hummed, sharp eyes peering down. Kiyoshi had only seen that expression once. It's his serious mode.
Jason put distance between them and peered at his meal. His friend is bound. Sweating, flushed and smeared in fluids.
He wasn't fond of blowjobs. He would rather come on those pink lips and paint this pretty boy with his fluids so no one else takes him.