Indecent Exposure (Private)(18+)

[-Hideki-]

Devon nodded. “Yes, as I told you last time I visited she is really passionate about fashion and attends all those fashion shows. She is friends with designers and often travels to Paris.” He summoned what he had told Kario when they had spoken about his ruby-coloured suit. “I usually don’t wear them and I am not fond of them either but I can’t just throw them away since they are expensive and if I would sell them and she would find out she would be extremely hurt and I don’t want to do that to her. Hence I have one closet only for that weird stuff she gives me. The same goes for my father. She would hate him for selling them, so he stores them as well.” The man explained further and the whole thing was actually rather funny even though most people would cry if they knew just how much money in form of designer suits was rotting in their closets to never be worn, except to the brothel as a disguise that was.

 

Ashfield knew that it wasn’t that woman’s fault that her voice sounded like Mickey Mouse but he just couldn’t change that it annoyed him either. “I know she can’t change it and I don’t blame her for her voice but if you heard it you would understand what I mean. It is terrible.” He said and sometimes he thought that his dad had found that fact about her hilarious and that this had made him choose this female personal coach out of all the female personal coaches. The blond still missed the good old times when he could crack jokes with his old fitness coach and where he could drool over that hot muscular manly body of his but he wouldn’t get this Adonis back ever, so it was better to arrange himself with Mickey and he and Mickey were making progress. Even though he probably should stop naming her Mickey in his mind before he would accidently call her that one day instead of by her actual name, which was Susan.

 

The governor enjoyed having the other’s head resting on his chest and the feeling of the man’s hand drawing patterns on his body what made small shivers run over his skin. It was relaxing to lay there with the younger male like that, to share affection and closeness and it also was something that he was missing. The blond generally missed companionship and closeness and he was feeling lonely. And for that he was actually ashamed as he often thought that he shouldn’t be feeling lonely as a man in a powerful position. To him it seemed like he was betraying an ideal by feeling that way and wanting touch and missing someone in his life when his work and his success should be what made him happy and what he strived for. His sexual urges were one thing, something he wasn’t ashamed off at all even though needing to see a prostitute made him feel ashamed and pathetic but he definitely was ashamed of feeling lonely and he would never say that out loud or tell anyone about that as it made him think about himself as a weakling and he didn’t want others to see him as weak or needy of companionship.

 

Him thinking about just how ashamed he was of feeling lonely got dispelled by Kario answering the dog question and Ashfield was rather surprised about the answer. He didn’t know what he had expected but that he hadn’t expected. Golden Retrievers were those happy looking dogs with the kind eyes that were adored by everyone and that people liked to have around. Not only that they were helpful as well. Devon had often seen them as rescue dogs and guide dogs for the blind. Normally people didn’t think the governor was kind and helpful to those in need. It was a really flattering dog the other had chosen to the question of which one resembled him and the explanation he liked as well. He smiled at Kario when he said in a teasing tone:”So you think I’m sweet huh?” with a wink and it was really a light hearted moment for him.

 

“Do you like dogs? Ever had one?” he asked another question regarding that subject and then added:” I never got one as a child even though I asked and I mostly got everything I asked for. My mum didn’t want anything with fur near her as she found the mere thought of animal fur on her designer clothes and on our furniture disgusting. She also thought that furry animals stink and that she didn’t want our mansion smelling like a zoo.” He explained and scratched his chin with his not busy hand. His father almost had a zoo at home. He had collected and still collected exotic reptiles. He even had an alligator compound in his home office. He had named the guy Paul and even though Paul was old Paul would get even older and Devon would probably inherit him one day and he really didn’t know what he would do with an albino alligator. Sometimes he thought not only his mum was eccentric but his dad was too. The blond’s mother however hadn’t cared about the reptiles because they had no fur and were behind glass and she didn’t have to smell or interact with them. “What would you do if you inherited an alligator named Paul?” he asked the whore casually as if that was a normal thing to ask.

 

When he finally got to know something more about the young male he listened closely. “Well, I hope my face doesn’t get blurred together with those of the other men.” He responded and he really was concerned about that for a moment. The idea of him being just another faceless dick inside of the other’s arse wasn’t appealing and rather depressing. The only thing that comforted him was that Kario had clearly enjoyed their sex and had cum rather hard and much.

 

Listening further it appeared that the prostitute even had less of a private life than Devon had and the way things went in the brothel seemed to be different than he had thought. He sure had guessed that it was repetitive but he would have never thought that they just stayed at that place over night. “So you actually stay here and sleep here? I thought this was like your office if you will from which you return home after work time.” The governor expressed what he had thought and the idea of that was something completely unappealing and he couldn’t understand why the young man had chosen to live a life that resolved completely around a brothel without a timeout from all of this.

 

The way Kario said that he shouldn’t complain as if someone would scold him if he did so made Devon sigh. “Why not? You have all right to complain if there is something that bugs you.” He just said and the ‘shouldn’t complain’ comment actually reminded him about his own life. People had always told him that he shouldn’t complain about anything in his life because his parents were rich, telling him that he had had nothing to complain about and his problems hadn’t even been real problems to begin with because his parents had had no financial issues and he had grown up with a luxurious standard of life. If he complained now people even tried to shame him and by now it made him furious. For him his problems were real problems even though people who had a harder life might have laughed about it. That didn’t mean he couldn’t feel like shit about something or have difficulties that were hard to deal with for him because he was a rich and powerful man.

And Kario was not even well off. He was one of the worse off citizens in the state and he probably had a lot of legitimate complaints that no one in their right mind would ridicule like they had done it with Devon’s complaints when he had been younger.

 

As the black haired revealed to him what he had been worried and concerned about the last time he had been to the brothel Ashfield listened and what he heard made him even more curious. “And how did you end up here if I may ask?” he wanted to know since that was a question he had asked himself quite some times by now. Why would that young and handsome man resort to such a job? There sure would be other jobs for him. Ashfield was thinking about the fashion shows his mum visited and her magazines. Someone as handsome as Kario was easy to imagine on the cover of such a magazine as a male model. Or since he had liked the weird suit, maybe he could have sold clothes. There were many different jobs that came to his mind and he had no idea how someone would get into prostitution.

 

Granted he didn’t even know how the working class lived, he couldn’t relate or imagine such a life so he even had less of a clue about how the poor survived and what they did to earn their food. Often it even seemed like Ashfield was unaware that lives like that even existed since he never had had any contact with people who suffered from poverty. He barely ever had had contact with the working class, just sometimes and only superficially like in shops. But even though he had no clue he genuinely thought about Kario’s problem and wanted to offer a solution to it. The blond knew that one couldn’t be a prostitute until retirement. No one would pay to fuck a sixty year old. Most probably wouldn’t even pay to fuck someone of Devon’s age. “How about you go back to what you’ve done before? What were you trained in? What was your job? Or maybe you want to learn something new, do another job. Or if you haven’t been to university yet, it’s never too late. Or what about being a secretary? That’s easy. I once hired a secretary who had been a male nurse before.” He made some suggestions without realising that some of them were unrealistic for someone in such a situation.

 

The governor stopped playing career adviser – what he definitely wasn’t trained in – when he realised that the young man had that sad expression on his face again and talking about it had downed him again. He pulled the other man closer, took his face in his hand, stroke his cheek with his thumb before he kissed him gently and deep at the same time. Devon didn’t want him to feel sad or hopeless and he wanted him to not feel alone with that but he didn’t know how else to transport it than by showing physical closeness to the other and he just hoped that he wasn’t understanding that as wanting to shut him up and fucking him now or anything because that wasn’t his intention.

 

His golden eyes stared into brown when their lips parted and he smiled at him. “I’m sure you’ll be more than fine. Much better than now! The unemployment rate is incredibly low in our state since a few years thanks to .....” he stopped himself before he gave himself credit for that, he loved giving himself credit for that though, “.... the governor, whom I think does a great job. You’ll have a decent life that you deserve, I am certain.” The man tried to paint a motivating and optimistic picture for Kario’s future and he really thought what he said, even though he had had to stop himself from saying that the governor was totally not him because that would have made it even more suspicious.

 

Ashfield’s eyes widened when the other man apologised for having shown that he had thoughts and feelings of his own, he hadn’t expected that and he asked himself whether the man actually had any decent understanding of his own self-worth. He seemed confident at least about his body and having sex but he started to doubt that this man really thought about himself as someone who was worth something and had confidence in himself as a person rather than just his looks. The blond also didn’t want him to apologise for that or stop showing him something from himself that actually was the last thing he wanted.

 

“What are you apologising for here?” he asked. “I am glad that you told me and I am glad that you didn’t put an act on for a moment last time and I got to see how you felt. You are a person. And it is normal for people to carry around their whole life and concerns with them or to have a bad day. And sometimes that shows, even Clarence sometimes has a bad day and is grumpy in the office.” The man explained even though Kario didn’t know Clarence and that the old man being grumpy was as rare as a solar eclipse. “I’d like to learn more about you. I come here to be with you, to be with a person, right? Not to be with a sex doll or a sex robot. If I just wanted to shove my cock into something that had no feelings and didn’t complain about anything I could buy one of those dolls, it would spare me the risk of coming here and it would be much cheaper in the long run and I could fuck it how I wanted without it having any needs or wants of its own but that’s unappealing to me. I like it that you have a brain and your own wants and needs and I’d like you to express yourself to me, to tell me what you think about me or the situation or your life, or us fucking, doesn’t matter.” Ashfield answered to it in a way that must truly seem odd to the whore again. He really wasn’t the brothel type after all and now he probably just seemed presumptuous in a way too.

 

Sighing deeply he nodded in agreement to there being more light-hearted subjects to discuss and maybe they really should do it.

“What would you like to talk about then?” Ashfield wanted to know encouraging the other since the other male had suggested the change of subjects and Devon didn’t know something light-hearted to talk about spontaneously as they had already cover the dog subject and Sudoku or the history channel wasn’t interesting enough to discuss. While he was thinking he let his other hand run over the young man’s thigh his eyes looking at the attractive body, asking himself if he was exposed like that 24/7 if he slept in the brothel as well but he didn’t want to ask another weird question again. Ashfield either wore a pyjama or he slept in his boxers but he didn’t sleep naked. Sleeping naked when one was alone wasn’t that appealing to him. But he would have liked to fall asleep completely naked while holding the younger man’s naked figure in his arms.

 

Kario’s voice made him focus on their conversation again and he returned the genuine smile that the other gave him. “I could get used to holding you like that too.” He let the other know and it really was an appealing thought to come home from work and having someone there to cuddle up with and to hold, instead of walking into a large empty building that would throw his echo back to him when he walked or spoke in his living room. Maybe marble walls and floors weren’t the best idea after all. But at least he had all the Greek and Roman art he had collected and was greeted by statues of naked dudes standing all over the place. He was probably not less eccentric than his parents in the end he though thinking about how he had let the architect build his mansion and how much money he had spent on antiquaries and statues. He even had some of those martial warrior statues made in Europe during the late 19th century and the early 20th century and all the statues showed defined male bodies. Considering that it was nearly a wonder that his ex-wife hadn’t gotten what was up with him. Or maybe she had suspected that he was gay all along but just hadn’t wanted to believe it because she had wanted him to be what she had imagined the heir of the Ashfield empire to be in her mind.

[Sathenus]

“At least you have a way to store them.” Kario replied. It was a good thing that the other didn’t want to hurt his mother by throwing them away or selling them. But it also meant that you had to have the space to keep all of them. The blonde had said that he was keeping them in a separate closet, which was probably quite convenient if Kario was being completely honest. It was interesting, to think that some people had such easy lives. Not having to worry about finances, not worrying about a roof over their head but instead worrying about whether a closet is big enough. Thad didn’t mean that he didn’t think they had valid things to complain about. Kario truly felt like no complaint was invalid, it just depended on your lifestyle to whether that was a complaint you could relate to. He for example could never relate to his client having to store designer suits that he didn’t really like, while he was sure the man couldn’t relate to what had brought him to the brothel to begin with. They lived two very different lives.

 

“I’ll take your word for it.” He replied with a small smile. It was true, he had never heard the voice of the man’s personal fitness coach, so there was no way he could understand how annoying her voice was. Because of that he truly did have to take his word for it and just agree that it was most likely rather annoying. If not to everyone than at least to his client. Kario had absolutely no idea what it would be like to have a voice that annoyed their client. Mainly because he never spoke much to begin with, and no one had ever complained about the sound of it, so he figured he was good. Considering the man wanted to speak with him as well and relax and have these conversations it was safe to say his voice didn’t annoy him in any way.

 

“Love would be a better way of putting it… ah… no. My parents could barely afford to feed me and my siblings growing up so having a dog was never an option for us. After I moved out it still wasn’t an attainable goal.” Kario replied. He loved dogs, and had always wanted one but finances had made it impossible. His parents could barely afford to feed him and his two siblings half the time, his brother was older and tried working to help from a young age, but they still struggled. His parents worked dead end jobs, were paying more than they could truly afford to keep a roof over their heads. It had been… a rough upbringing. It was interesting to hear that the man had been given everything he had wanted except for a dog. Telling him that his mother did not want anything with fur in the house because of the chance of fur either on her clothes or the furniture and for fear of it smelling like a zoo. As much as he could understand most of that, he knew that if cared for and depending on the dog fur everywhere actually wasn’t a problem. He could only imagine what type of dog the other would want as a child though and, so it was understandable that he was denied such a thing.

 

The sudden question of what he would do if he inherited an alligator regardless of the reptile’s name made him look at the man like he was crazy. “Donate it to some rescue or something probably.” He wasn’t a big fan of large reptiles himself, and could never understand why someone would actually want to own an alligator for any reason. He figured a rescue would be able to give the animal a good life, but he also knew that it might have been more of a rhetorical question, so he shrugged after to show that he really didn’t know. It wasn’t like anything like that would ever happen to him to where he’d have to figure out what to do with it.

 

Looking up when he heard him say that he hoped his face didn’t blur together with the other men a small frown crossed his face. “No, of course not. Yours stays… oddly clear.” He admitted feeling himself blush again. It seemed like it was only fair that he admit that and ease whatever fear the other man might have. While if any other man had said that he would have played it off and said of course not as well, he wouldn’t have blushed after because he would have been lying. He didn’t feel the need to lie to the other man. The other was honest with him, and shared things with him that he really didn’t have to, so Kario wanted to return that favor by being completely honest with him. Even if it embarrassed him to do so.

 

“No. I don’t leave.” He replied shaking his head slightly. He never left the brothel, it was his home. He worked and lived here. “It’s not like I have days off, and the brothel isn’t closed for very long.” Kario added with another slight shrug. It seemed kind of obvious to him, the brothel’s hours were long, there was little time to do anything other than sleep while it was closed, and they were expected to do nothing but that. Every day they would work and service members of the brothel, there were no days off unless you were sick. Even then they did everything in their power to get you back up and able to perform as quickly as possible. “I work every day, I sleep during the period it’s closed. My days off are when I am too sick to offer my services, and even then, they do whatever they can to get me back up and able to perform again as quickly as they can. Otherwise they lose money.” There were a few members of the brothel who absolutely refused to see any other boy but the one they originally started with. If that boy was unavailable for any reason that was money the brothel was not receiving. So every boy was kept as healthy as possible, sicknesses were tended to at the first sign and anything that could be done to cure the sickness quickly was done. It was probably the only time that actual money was spent on them. Other than feeding them that was, it wasn’t like Kario really had anything to spend. He didn’t need it when he never left the building.

 

When he heard the man speak about how he had the right to complain if there was something that bugged him he felt like he was a child being reprimanded. Frowning he looked up at the man, his brown eyes locking on the other’s golden ones. He didn’t feel like he had that right, he felt like he should be glad that the brothel had taken him in and that he should not complain about anything that came his way after that. Looking down he nervously trailed his fingers along the other’s torso once more. “But… I shouldn’t.” He murmured. It was hard to accept that he had the right to do so, when he had constantly been told that he should be thankful for what they have given him and leave it at that. Complaining wouldn’t do him any good, it wouldn’t change anything. It would just give him the false hope that someone cared and was listening. But he knew it wasn’t true.

 

The question of how he did end up there made him pause. His gaze was anywhere but on the other’s face. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed even though that was part of it, but he felt shame in admitting what brought him here. Sighing he decided to continue with the promise he made himself and be honest with the older man. “After moving out when I finished high school I still constantly struggled to support myself. I’d ended up on the streets more times than I could count, finding a job wasn’t easy, especially one that would pay me well enough to support myself. I had managed to get into a tiny apartment but the rent was still more than I could handle and I had to struggle to figure out if I wanted a roof over my head or food on the table.” He paused and rubbed the back of his neck almost tempted to not say anymore. But he had already started so he might as well finish the story. “One day one of the owners of the brothel approached me. He said he liked how attractive my body was and noticed how others would glance at me when I walked past them. I’ve known how others found my body attractive from an early age, so I wasn’t surprised. Just taken aback by his boldness. He gave me a white card, with nothing more than an address and said that I should consider prostitution since he had apparently had his eye on me for a while and knew I was struggling to make it day to day. I refused at first, but he insisted I keep the car and if I needed a job and didn’t want to worry about financial problems anymore to go there.”

 

Glancing up at the other he finished his story, “I went home and tossed the card on the counter. For a few weeks I continued to struggle day to day refusing to so much glance at the white card. I had prized my body too much to sell it for sex but… I was on the verge of ending up on the street again. So I swallowed what pride I had and went to the address. It was the first and last time those doors closed behind me. I signed the contract and was put immediately to work. After a few weeks my body couldn’t seem to handle the constant stimulation, I tried to back out… but my contract was binding. So I just… had to get used to it. The first month is the hardest. After that my body just kind of… gave in.” With that he ended his story, explaining how he had come to be at the brothel while also in a sense explaining what kept him here. He had signed the contract a few years ago, and the contract had kept him bound to the brothel. After the first month, when his body finally seemed to give in, he had no more urge to try to get out of his contract. There wasn’t a point fighting it anymore, not when his body had given in and just accepted what it at first just couldn’t handle.

 

It was the response he got to his worries about what would happen to him after that made him frown even more. He glanced away from the man again this time almost pulling away. The blonde just wouldn’t be able to understand that such a thing… it wasn’t possible for him. Even the jobs he had tried to offer him, who would even give him a chance? Especially with most of his prime years spent selling himself for sex. But he had been pulled closer, obviously his client had once more picked up on how the subject seemed to really bother him. It was a fear that he just couldn’t escape. He was terrified of what would away him, and he couldn’t help but fear it. There was nothing awaiting him when he could no longer make the brothel money. He supposed… if his parents would even talk to him after so many years of nothing that he could try to go back home but… he doubted they could afford to support him again. Especially now that they were getting older themselves.

 

Resting his head back on the other’s chest he wrapped his arm around the man’s waist this time instead of going back to drawing pictures on his skin. He tried to ignore how depressed the unknown future made him. Despite the other’s words telling him that the unemployment rate was extremely low, Kario had no means to care for himself. He wasn’t trained in any trade, even after leaving the brothel he wouldn’t be able to afford to go to a university, he had no idea how he was going to support himself or even where he would go. It was… just a scary thought. There was so much that could go wrong, so much that could happen that could very much put him back in the same place he had been in before taking the job.

 

Kario stared at the man with a stunned expression, he wasn’t sure if he should take that as a little speech or a rant. Maybe it was both? It had never occurred to him that someone would just buy a sex robot versus coming to a brothel, and honestly, he didn’t want to think about it. Even if he was sure that was true considering there were probably people out there who just wanted to fuck something, and maybe they were happier knowing it didn’t have a brain and emotions. To him, it just seemed sad. Why would you want to be with something like that when you can have actual human touch? Granted yes, the brothel wasn’t cheap, and he doubted any of them were, but still.

 

“I… honestly don’t know. Most of the men who come here don’t pay so much money to have a conversation. They come here for one thing, take it and leave.” He admitted. Kario had no idea what to talk about next even if he had suggested the change of topic. He just didn’t want to focus on his fears of the future, he wanted to move on. But he had no idea what to talk about next. All his clients came for one thing, the blonde was the only one who seemed to want to have an actual conversation with him versus just fucking him. Despite how much he appreciated that, it just meant he was way out of his league here, it had been so long since he had a normal conversation with someone that he wasn’t quite sure what to talk about.

 

Brightening up considerably when he was told that the other could also get used to holding him like this, Kario was quite clearly happy. It meant a lot to him that someone could see him as more than just a sex object, something to be used to get themselves off. He kind of wished that more of his clients were like the older man, that more of them wanted to just cuddle either before or after instead of just fucking and leaving. But if he had the other man’s visits to continue to look forward to, it would be enough. For if there was at least one person who didn’t treat him like that, then it would make up for everyone who did. He hadn’t realized how something so simple could mean so much to a person until it just wasn’t there anymore. He had gone a few years now without cuddling with anyone like this, so it meant more to him than it probably should to do so now.

 

Biting his lip, he stopped himself from expressing just how much he appreciated it, though he did shift slightly moving a little closer until there really wasn’t any space between them. He wanted to be close to the other man, wanted to have this moment last for as long as possible. He didn’t know when the blonde would get a chance to see him again once he left today. But like always, he would be rather impatiently awaiting his return.

[-Hideki-]

It was hard to believe for him that there were families who couldn’t afford a dog for their children financially and at first he thought that they had probably told Kario that as a cheap excuse because they didn’t had time or didn’t want to care for it or also didn’t like the fur like his mother but when he heard that it had even been a struggle for them to feed their kids, more than just one, he couldn’t help but finding that irresponsible. If one reproduced one should be able to properly care and provide for the own children in his opinion and not just give birth to them without a stable and thought through financial plan to support them and bring them up well. The other probably didn’t have a good childhood and it was sad that he loved dogs so much but had been denied it because his parents had done something wrong in their lives. Well, at least that was what Devon always thought when he heard that someone barely could afford food, that they must have made wrong decisions in their lives. He really didn't know much or anything about the people behind it and their lives.

 

He was tempted to buy the man a puppy and give it to him as a gift but he was certain that dogs weren’t welcome in the brothel and that it would be impractical to begin with. “If you leave this place to start over, I’ll give you a dog as a farewell gift, only if you want to though. Because I don’t know if you like to be reminded of one of your clients when you finally get to leave here!” he offered and thought that this was a great idea and he just couldn’t see what would speak against it other than that the dog could possibly be a reminder of him. And for some reason he hoped that the other wouldn’t mind thinking about him if he were gone and Ashfield would be introduced to another prostitute who would take care of his sexual urges and that idea he didn’t like.

 

The blond was a little surprised when the black haired man looked at him as if he was a nutcase when he had asked about Paul, even though it shouldn’t have surprised him. Most people inherited a house, maybe a yacht and jewellery but no alligators.

Still it was a serious question for the governor as there was a huge chance that his dad’s alligator whom the man had bought when he had been a baby alligator would outlive his old man someday.

Devon thought about the idea with the animal rescue for a moment and it wasn’t a bad idea actually. “That might be an option. I would have to find one that would know how to properly care for an albino alligator though. Paul's skin needs some special treatment due to that genetic mutation. I’m just a little worried that the ghost of my father will hunt me if I was to give his alligator to an animal rescue.” Ashfield laughed thinking about that. “He really values that animal. He is proud of Paul and he probably loves him more than me.” The blond laughed again. “But I really don’t know how to properly care for an alligator. My dad always did that himself, he didn’t even let the house staff do that who usually clean the other animal’s compounds. Plus, every time Paul looks at me I think he sees a giant walking steak and I don’t like that.”

 

The governor didn’t really know what the frown that crossed the other’s face when he had said that he hoped his face didn’t blur together with that of the other men was supposed to tell him but he believed the blushing man when he said that his face stayed clear.

The feeling that Kario didn’t like that he clearly remembered his face rose within in him, maybe he found it bothersome and that was why he had that frowning look on his face and the odd might have been his way to express that he found it inconvenient.

While he was relieved and glad that he wasn’t a faceless dick to the young man after all that frowning expression bugged him but he decided to just shove it away and not think about it any longer.

 

What he heard than reminded him more of a prison without the opportunity to spend time in the yard – Devon was rather proud of how safe, hard and merciless their prisons were, it was supposed to be a good punishment after all – than a job or a proper life. The significant difference was that Kario hadn’t committed a serious crime and didn’t have to serve his time in prison as a justified punishment. He could understand that a business’s highest priority was financial profit and success but workers still had rights, they weren’t slaves. And from his experience one had to keep a lot of things in mind and offer proper conditions to get good workers in the first world and to keep them from suing the business or protesting. And every country had different laws regarding that. His father constantly ranted about the laws in Europe and for him the whole continent was socialist – even though that wasn’t technically true it was how he personally saw it - hence complete shit. But since he owned European companies and had some branches there he had to keep their laws in mind if he wanted the people there to work for him and make profit there.

But the whores work conditions were properly even worse than those the people in the third world nations had who didn’t directly work for the corporation but indirectly did. His father had found ways to not be blamed for the bad conditions and not held accountable for anything. He had a bunch of top lawyers who could exactly tell him what he could and couldn’t do to get away with it without a scratch and where the loopholes where.

 

The blond couldn’t believe when he heard that the other thought that he still shouldn’t complain about something that was even worse than Devon had thought. He vigorously shook his head directly looking the young man into his eyes. “You definitely should complain.... a lot.... and loudly....If I were you I wouldn’t only be complaining, I would be protesting and suing their arses into oblivion.” The man said and that was true. It was seldom that he took an employee’s side against business owners but here he definitely would, those weren’t working conditions of an industry nation and it wasn’t legitimate. Now he wanted to see the man out of it well knowing that he would never see him again if he were to get out of prostitution. After all Kario didn’t voluntarily spend his time with or slept with the governor because he liked him that much.

 

There was no way in which Devon was able to relate to the young males story. The idea that it was that hard for someone to get a job that paid enough to bring food on the table and a roof over the head after high-school was beyond him. Especially if someone had finished school there were available jobs. Ashfield thought about the other’s parents again and he supposed that they had never taught Kario how to support himself, how to get a proper job and step up at ones career. They probably hadn’t even talked about future plans with their kids. At least that was the picture that the blond automatically had in mind and it was a clear prejudgement.

He didn’t say anything though as he didn’t want to offend the other, he wanted him to like him and he also wanted to understand all of this but it was damn hard for him to wrap his mind around. He could never relate to that.

 

Especially when he heard how naively the man had signed the contract to get out of his situation and then was bound by it. The governor would have never signed something like that and he had never understood people who just signed contracts that didn’t were in their favour and that particular one also came out of a dodgy milieu to begin with. There maybe was a way out of this contract and if one checked it, it most likely wasn’t according to the law anyway. “Is it possible for you to get your hands on a copy of that contract and give it to me?” he asked because he wanted to check that thing and see if he was able to find a loophole or figure out that the whole thing was illegal to begin with.

And if he didn’t find anything he could still give it to his mother but that would mean that he had to reveal that he saw a prostitute to his own mother and what son would have liked to do something as humiliating as that.

 

After he had given his advice and the possible solutions he had had on mind the young man’s face went even darker when he looked at the blond and he felt how the other wanted to bring physical distance between the two of them in addition to the distance between their lives, experiences, perceptions and mindsets. Devon got the notion that Kario was put off by him and the answers he had given him and he didn’t like that distance and he was glad that the other didn’t continue to pull away from him when he pulled him closer than before and kissed him. “Have I said anything wrong? I didn’t want to upset you. I was just trying to be helpful.” Ashfield let the other know and he hoped that the black haired man wasn’t starting to see an arsehole or a spoiled arrogant man in him like so many people did and also let him know.

 

Relieve went through him when Kario laid his head onto his chest again and got even closer wrapping his arm around his waist.

His mood that had just started to become better again dropped again though when he realised that he maybe had gone a step too far with his speech. He sighed and ran his hand through his blond hair when he heard how the other men in the brothel handled their visit and he didn’t know what Kario thought about him being unlike them. He really wasn’t a guy for having sex with whores as it seemed and to treat a guy he was with like a piece of meat or a sex doll. Granted he had slept around and hooked up with guys back when he had been in university and in his first years in the corporation but even casual sex wouldn’t be enough for him these days anymore because he wasn’t only lacking sex, he was missing other essential things as well.

 

But even though this was how it was that simply wasn’t what Kario offered. He wasn’t obligated to have a conversation with him, to have the other express himself or to share closeness and affection like that. It wasn’t included in the brothels offers at all. Spending time with a client wasn’t usually a thing. Maybe a call boy would have been more like it. They didn’t only offer sex they also offered company or going out. But the chance that he would be seen with one of them was incredibly high, the chance for them blackmailing him was high as well and if he could have risked being seen with a call boy he could have risked sex dates or actual searching for actual relationships without paying for that as well. Heck, he could even have what Jeff had now then. Or better even, he could still have Jeff and didn’t have to be jealous of the IT guy’s husband. It could have been his fucking wedding and he wouldn’t have been the drunken idiot acting out, ruining the celebration, embarrassing himself and throwing up all over the place.

 

Now it was him who looked down and melancholic. “Do you remember when I told you I assumed I wasn’t the brothel type the first time I visited, I was right, I am not. I’m sorry if I sounded too presumptuous. I am by no means obligated to know anything about you or to get anything real from you. The service you offer is quite clear, I can’t demand anything different or force this to be more. If you are more comfortable with the usual just tell me, I will adapt to that and try to act like a normal client as good as I can.” Ashfield didn’t want to ask too much of the other or ask him for something he couldn’t provide, it wouldn’t be fair of him. It was just that he had thought that the other actually had an interest in spending time with him like that too, the signs had definitely been there and there had been affection between them and the young man had been happy to see him but he might have still misinterpreted all of that.

 

He too lit up significantly when they both agreed on enjoying the closeness and the cuddling and it eased his former doubts about him asking too much from him and acting strange for a costumer.

Ashfield liked that there was no space left between them anymore when Kario pressed himself even closer onto him and he smiled at him before kissing him passionately and stroking over the gorgeous body with his hand. He traced the man’s muscles and silhouette with his fingers, letting them run over the torso, the waist, the thigh and then to his arse, grabbing and feeling it, while his tongue swirled around the younger male’s like a snake around a branch. When he parted the wet and heated kiss he had given him his golden eyes looked into the other’s brown eyes with an awakened shimmer in it. “If you could choose a life for yourself right now, how would it be? What would you want to do if you could? And what would your priorities be?” he asked before his lips and tongue attacked Kario’s neck and with it the younger man's erogenous spot.

[Sathenus]

Kario was pleasantly stunned when the man said when he left the brothel he’d buy him a dog as a farewell present. He truly couldn’t be more excited at the prospect, but he knew deep down that he would have to struggle to support himself again. He didn’t know if he could put a dog through the same thing, as it would only make him feel worse knowing he would be struggling to support it and give it the life he felt it would deserve. Giving the blonde a smile he spoke, “I wouldn’t mind being reminded of you once I leave here it’s just… I still don’t know how I’d support myself. I don’t want to have a dog and not be able to provide it the life I feel it deserves. It wouldn’t be fair to the poor thing.” He admitted. Kario felt no reason to lie to his client. It was more important to him that a dog went to home where they were treated well and could be given the life they deserved.

 

As much as he wanted one and as much as he loved them he would never selfishly have one if he couldn’t provide for it. Maybe someday, when he was stable and could support himself he’d get a dog of his own. Until that day came though he wasn’t going to even consider having one. When the mention of the alligator being albino came into play it made him watch the other curiously, especially upon hearing there were other animals kept but that the alligator was tended only by the man’s father. “I think your father would be happier knowing that the alligator was with people capable of giving it a good quality of life than with you if you truly don’t know how to properly care for it.” Kario responded. As much as he knew that deep down his client’s father may not be pleased if he heard that his son was considering giving the albino alligator to a rescue, Kario was sure that the man would be comforted knowing that it was being done with the alligators best interest at heart.

 

No ill intent was meant for the reptile after all, and it would be best for all parties involved. Still, he knew that the other didn’t have to take his feedback on that. It came down to the fact that Kario was no expert. This part of the conversation he truly felt like his own opinion once more should not matter. After all, it wasn’t like he had ever been in such a situation. This conversation still fell out of what he was used to. Yet he really did like just being able to cuddle with the older man and talk. It was nice that he didn’t feel like he was being used just for sex and that maybe the man liked him for who he was and not just what he was offering.

 

The mention of the fact that he should be complaining and loudly made him a little unsure, it wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate the other’s opinions, because he really did. He just wasn’t sure what he should make of them. It wasn’t like he could get a lawyer and sue after all, he never left the brothel and it wasn’t like he had access to a phone or anything. Still, he was touched that the other really found it worth mentioning, and that he did truly seem bothered by how he was being treated and his working conditions. Despite that though, Kario was still very much convinced that he shouldn’t be complaining and that he should be thankful for what they had given him.

 

“I suppose… I mean… If I can even speak to one of the owners then yes, I probably could get a copy of it.” Kario replied with a small shrug. He was sure if he managed to speak with one of the owners that he could request a copy of his contract. There was a good chance though that whichever owner he did speak with that they would try to talk him out of seeing it. That didn’t mean that he wouldn’t give it a shot for the man though. “I’ll try to get it for you.” He added after a brief moment of silence had passed between them. If the blonde was sincere with helping him out then he would do what he could to provide him with whatever he wanted or needed. Even if that meant getting a copy of his contract. He knew that the older man probably thought he was stupid for signing it without really reading what it entailed. But Kario had been in bad circumstances already and had figured nothing could be worse than ending up on the street again. At the time he had thought he was doing what was best for himself, only later did he realize that it might have been the wrong decision.

 

Now that a few years have passed though he didn’t feel like arguing against anything. He had long since accepted his role within the brothel and the contract binding it to him. His fear now was only for what awaited him when he was no longer making them money. “No… it’s not that you said anything wrong it’s just… I don’t know how to support myself once I leave here. I’ve struggled to support myself previously, the only jobs I could get never really paid enough to keep me afloat. I don’t have the means to go to a university upon leaving, and I’m not skilled with anything… I’m not trained in anything.” Kario sighed burying his face this time in the man’s chest. When he spoke again it was muffled against the other’s chest but he was sure it was loud enough to just barely be heard. “I’m not skilled in anything else to be able to get another job.”

 

He didn’t expect the man to in a sense withdraw even if not physically. Glancing up he watched him as he was told once more that he wasn’t the brothel type. “I like that you aren’t a normal client. I don’t always want to be treated like I’m some sort of sex toy. I want people to see more than that.” Kario responded. The last thing he wanted was for this client, the one person who saw him as more than just a hole to fuck to treat him differently. He didn’t want the older man to treat him like everyone else did, knowing that he would then just fade into yet another face. “I don’t want you to become just another face…” He whispered as his gaze dropped to the man’s chest. Taking this chance to admire the toned body that he was being held so close to, there was absolutely no way they could get any closer.

 

Kario felt the blonde’s hand start to rove over his body just as their lips met in a passionate kiss. Eagerly he returned it, his eyes drifting shut for a moment as he just lost himself in the kiss and the feeling of the hand roaming his body. When the kiss was broken he wasn’t expected to be asked anything further. The question caught him off guard and a moan was torn from his lips when the older man’s mouth seemed to seek out that spot on his neck that made his whole body feel weak. Struggling to get his mind to focus between the surges of pleasure his body was receiving he took in a shaky breath. “I… have never really gave it much thought. Honestly, any life where I don’t want to worry about a roof over my head or food would be perfect. I just… don’t want to struggle anymore.” He murmured his voice wasn’t very load but he was sure it was loud enough with how close they were.

 

Hearing his heart beating in his ears he his whole body felt like it had been lit on fire. Desire slowly coursing through him and growing as he allowed his eyes to drift shut once more. “I would love to find someone though… that can treat me right. Especially after all of this, but I doubt anyone would be able to look past such a past.” Kario really would love to find a special someone after leaving the brothel when that time came. But he was sure, almost positive that no one would be able to overlook such a past. That or whoever did would just end up treating him like most of his clients have, as if he owed them something. It would make finding someone hard, so he didn’t have his heart set on it. After all, even this between them whatever it was, it confused him. He wasn’t used to people treating him the way the other man was. So it was with a deep blush and his gaze going anywhere but to the other that he finished that thought, “Maybe someone who treats me like you do…”

 

It was embarrassing in a way to admit that the way his client treated him was often the way he had thought that the special person in his life would. Cuddling and just talking, having great sex when they did decide to have sex and just… treating him like a real person. Have that person who would treat him as if he was actually worth something instead of an object. It was still wishful thinking though and he knew it. But Kario knew there were still parts of the question that he had yet to answer; the question of what he would do if he could was still sitting on the table, unanswered. Truth be told, Kario didn’t know how to answer it. He didn’t know what he would want to do if he could. His one sole worry had been to survive, and that was what he was doing here. Never had he just sat around and acquired some sort of dream of what he wanted to do, or who he wanted to be. Kario truly felt as if that was a question he just could not answer.

 

Kario just couldn’t help it; the man seemed to set himself up for it as he gently ran his fingers once more through the other’s soft blonde hair. “You’re really too sweet. It’s not like I’ve done anything to deserve your kindness.” He added. At this point he was referring to everything; the man had always been so kind to him, was always doing so much for him it seemed. Even if it was just a small conversation, or just making him feel good and treating him well. This client was definitely not like any of his others, and he couldn’t be prouder knowing that fact. There were few people that Kario truly enjoyed seeing, few clients that he truly looked forward to having return but this man was one of them.

 

Looking down at the man the best he could when his lips seemed to be latched to that one pleasurable spot on his neck he gave him a small smile. “If you keep giving my neck attention like this I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to hold a conversation with you.” His heart was beating quickly, he could feel every beat in his chest, hear it in his ears. His breath had sped up as little shocks of pleasure ran through his body. It truly felt like electricity and though he loved it, he knew that if the other wanted to continue to hold a conversation with him then the stimulation would have to come to an end. Or at the very least ease up enough to allow his mind to focus.

 

Groaning he let his brown eyes drift shut again, it really was too much to take. Since he was resting on his side one of his arms rested underneath himself, the other was still resting in the other’s blonde strands. Biting his lip he locked their gazes again, finally retracting his hand from the other’s hair to pull his face up for another kiss. Now that he had been allowed to drown in pleasure for a few moments he wanted those lips back on his own. This all seemed dreamlike, almost as if he was going to wake up at any moment and be alone in the dark room waiting for the brothel to open. But he also knew that really wasn’t the case. The figure in bed with him was far to solid, even if he also seemed far to perfect.

[-Hideki-]

It was nice to hear that the other wouldn’t dislike having a reminder of him by his side when he left but to think that this young man apparently could only imagine himself going back into the same bad situation he had come from and that had led him into that mess in the first place was something that didn’t seem right or like a constructive train of thought to him. If he went out of here with the mindset that he will struggle again he probably would end up in that hopeless place again and that would have been a pity. However it showed consideration and a sense of responsibility that he declined the offer if that was really what he thought he would be going through again and Devon respected that. In his eyes that was much more responsible than the black haired male’s parents had been when they had brought more than just one child into the world without a prospect of caring for them decently. “I still think that your chances of making a new start and a decent life aren’t that bad but if you don’t believe that you’ll be able to support yourself and a dog your argument is absolutely reasonable and understandable.” He commented shrugging and then his face lit up a little and he gave the other man a grin:”I like that you wouldn’t think of a reminder of me as a bad thing though.”

 

Ashfield couldn’t help but to laugh at the reasonable and considerate picture the other man painted of his father. It was quite absurd to think that the man would prioritise someone else’s needs over the family name and the will that everything he had worked for and owned would stay in the hands of his dynasty and own blood. It wasn’t only the alligator; it was the corporation as well. No one had ever asked Devon what he had wanted to do with his life; it had been clear from the beginning that he would lead the corporation one day. His father had said he would never want his empire to fall into the hands of someone else and that he would rather destroy it than giving it to someone who didn’t have his DNA in him. When his mother had argued that they had to take the child’s talents and wishes into consideration – Devon had been eight years old – his father had said that if that son would fail him he would disinherit him and father another, a better one just for the sake of giving his corporation to them. That had been the only reason the man had cared to care for a child and teach it to begin with. Since Devon hadn’t “failed him” yet the man didn’t have to father another kid though.

 

And Paul, just like his corporation, was his father’s pride and he wanted both always in the hands of his own blood, his name. The blond turned to the prostitute and apologised for laughing at what he had said:” It’s not that what you just said wouldn’t make sense, it really does and it would apply for normal people. But if you knew my old man you would understand how ridiculous it sounds if someone appeals to his empathetic, understanding side.” The governor even doubted that his father had something like that. To him the man was just as prideful as he was narcissistic, calculative and egotistical. Even his love was selfish as hell. And while he thought about his father yet again he realised that he probably had some severe daddy issues and he hated that. He hated that Jeff’s mockery from back then had had some truth to it after all.

Maybe it would even feel good to do something that his father would have hated on purpose like giving his alligator to a rescue or something. Then again that would not only be childish but also confirming the daddy issue thing. Every psychoanalyst had licked his lips at such a delicious case like Devon.

 

“Good!” he said and gave the younger male’s hand a squeeze when he told him he would try to talk to the owners to get his hands on the contract. Devon was sure that he wouldn’t only facepalm once when he read it with the knowledge that Kario had signed the thing but that didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that he found something like that unspeakably naive and didn’t get why people did something like that, he just thought that this man deserved much better. He liked him. He wanted him to be happy for some reason. He wanted to help him even though he wouldn’t get anything out of it, even lose something if he did that. It was the first time that Ashfield thought about doing something like that but it felt good oddly enough, even though his father would have only laughed about him calling it a waste of time, since he wouldn’t get anything for himself.

 

His golden eyes went wide and his mouth opened a little when he heard that the other had no working skills and had never been trained in anything. This weren’t the best preconditions to get a proper job that wasn’t in the low waged sector. He wrapped both of his arms around the young man when he buried his face into his chest stroking through the black hair with his hand before lifting the face up and kissing his forehead. The blond gave Kario a smile and said:” The right words, at the right time, to the right person, by the right man could easily make an employer burning to hire you as their trainee for a proper wage.” And by the right man he meant himself but that was rather obvious. It would be incredibly easy for him to get the other into something but everything else would still rest on the other’s shoulders as he couldn’t make him give his everything for the job, that needed to come from the other himself.

 

Ashfield was glad to hear that he had misinterpreted the other’s reactions. Apparently his wants and that he stayed clear into the young man’s mind wasn’t an inconvenience to Kario after all. And even though he had said he would adapt to that because he had no entitlement to get more out of this than the other offered just fucking him and leave would probably have led to him not enjoying this any longer and then stop visiting completely.

“I wouldn’t have liked to become a faceless dick either.” He said smirking.

 

He was grinning cockily while he was sucking that spot on the other’s neck, feeling the response of the young man’s body and hearing him moan. It turned him on how he could hear the pleasure in the low voice that sounded like he had to really focus to speak while Devon was playing with his body, arousing it. What the other was saying surprised him though as it was incredibly humble. Food and a home was basically all he wanted and would be satisfied with. It was hard to believe. This would have been never enough for the governor. He wanted much more, no he demanded more from life. “You are a humble person. That’s cute but maybe you’re too humble.” He commented between his tongues escapades on the prostitute’s salty skin.

 

While the governor’s hand was first brushing and then teasing and twisting the other’s nipples he listened to him telling him another part of what he would want from life while his body was melting under Devon’s hands and to what he said this time the older man could actually relate.

He would have liked to have someone in his life as well, he longed for someone like that, someone to hold, someone to protect, someone to care about, someone to fuck, someone to love and to share his life with. The blond chuckled when he heard that the other also only saw a negative outcome about that aspect as well. Sure, not everyone would consider a former whore as a serious partner and many people would probably look down onto someone like the black haired man but this didn’t mean that there was absolutely no one who could see past that fact and who wouldn’t give a fuck about the past and let the past rest where it belonged, in the past. “I’m not so sure about that. I could certainly look past that.” The man said and it was true. It wouldn’t bug him that the other had been used and bought by other’s in the past if he were to be the only one to him then it wouldn’t matter.

 

When he heard the young man say that he would wish for someone who would treat him like he did Ashfield did not only feel flattered his heart beat higher than usual and he looked up into a red face and he could see that saying that had made the other feel a little embarrassed while it made him happy to know. And at first he wanted to say ‘Why not let me be your man then’ but he stopped himself because that wouldn’t ever happen. It was unrealistic. If that could happen he wouldn’t be there in the first place. The blond would never have that. Kario had a chance of being loved and having someone in his life even though the majority probably wouldn’t consider him with his past but Devon didn’t have a chance if he wanted to stay in politics and keep his power. “You deserve someone who treats you well and you’ll find a guy who will. And then I have another guy I can be jealous of because he gets to be with you the way I can’t. Maybe I will ruin your wedding then and your guy will hate me forever, just like I ruined my exes wedding just without puking on my ex-wife’s dress, so you probably don’t want to invite me.” He said laughing a joyless dry laugh because even though he was joking about it, it still wasn’t that funny to him.

 

His hands were all over the other’s body by that time and he felt that he started to get in the mood, heating up somewhat, unable to stop teasing that handsome body and he felt the lust rising in him. Ashfield would have totally bought a statue of Kario’s body and put it to the others in his mansion. He really was that attractive to him. Feeling the caressing hand running through his blond hair again made him smile genuinely and the words of the other surprised him and didn’t surprise him at the same time. He hadn’t expected him to say something like that right now but he had expected that the other hadn’t a real concept of self-worth and didn’t think that he deserved to be treated decently. “You think so?” he asked rhetorically. “You haven’t done anything to not deserve my kindness either. And I think that you definitely deserve to be treated well. I can’t understand that anyone wouldn’t treat you well. You are a cute guy, kind, humble; you made me enjoy our time together. So why wouldn’t you deserve this?” he whispered into the other’s ear, liking his earlobe before he returned to the throat and then the neck again.

 

A chuckle escaped him when he heard that it was getting harder for the young man to focus on the conversation. “Hmm, I like how your talking voice sounds when you’re in pleasure though. It turns me on.” The governor said in a playful tone but he was being honest there, it indeed turned him on more than one would expect it to. Ashfield took the young man’s hand and placed it on his crotch to make him feel the boner trapped in the metallic blue trousers of his weird designer suit. “What would you think if we delayed our conversation a little and continued it later?” he asked with a horny grin on his face.

 

His lips welcomed the other’s yearningly and he intensified it as soon as they had touched, in a dominant way as if he wanted to devour the other. While they were kissing in such a way, their bodies still pressed that close he could feel even more blood rushing down and the blond opened his trousers and pulled them and his boxers down, kicking both pieces of clothing off with his feet. His dick had sprung out of them as a jack in the box and he took both his own and the other’s dick into his hand rubbing the together, teasing the heads causing him to slightly moan into the deep kiss. While his right hand was busy rubbing their veiny pulsating cocks against each other his other hand wandered over the young man’s body.

When their lips parted to breathe Devon glazed down on them seeing their dicks rubbed and pressed together. He liked the difference in size between his larger cock and Kario’s and the image of their cocks together with the electrifying pleasure the stroking of his hand caused him aroused him a lot.

[Sathenus]

“Maybe someday. When I know I can support myself and a dog I’ll have one. Until then though, I just wouldn’t feel right.” Kario was going to take the man’s word for it and try to think positively about his future and that he would be able to support himself. But until he knew for sure, he did not want to have to worry about a dog, especially if he failed again and was made to feel guilty that the poor thing was suffering along with him. When he heard the blonde comment about how he liked that he wouldn’t think of a reminder of him as a bad thing Kario looked at him curiously. “Why would I think of a reminder of you as a bad thing? I like you.” The words came out with no hesitation, no pause it was clear that he hadn’t really considered what his words might mean to someone else. He was just being completely honest with his client. Kario did really like the man, more so than he knew he really should. But it was hard for him not to have grown so attached with the kindness he was constantly being shown, and with how the man made him feel, sexually and otherwise.

 

When he was with this client Kario felt like a real person, he felt like he mattered. It was a hard concept to grasp after working at the brothel for so long. He had been made to feel like an object, a toy. So, when someone showed him true kindness and treated him the way he probably should be treated he didn’t know how to take it. He figured, once he was out of the brothel he would get used to being treated like a real person again, or at least he hoped he would get the chance. There was still the fear in him that once someone found out about his past they would treat him like most of his clients do now.

 

His eyes locked on the other man when he laughed, and he just watched him for a moment before he heard the man speak explaining it to him. Shrugging he didn’t respond immediately, rather he just remained against the other’s side debating if he was going to say his next words. After a moment he did speak, “As rude as this sounds, and it truly isn’t any of my business so please forgive me but… if he’s dead it’s not like he’s going to know what you are doing.” Kario knew before he even spoke that it was crossing a very thin line, but it was true. He also knew that it was about more than the alligator, which was why he hadn’t specifically mentioned the reptile this time. At this point, he had just wanted to be completely honest, and he would understand if the blonde got mad at him for his words. They really shouldn’t have been said, or at least that was what he felt. But, they were already out in the open now, and there was no taking them back.

 

The squeeze of his hand made him feel a little less nervous about trying to get a copy of his contract. He was by no means more comfortable or confident in doing so, but at least he was a tad less nervous. His eyes were once more on the man’s torso, just enjoying the way the muscles moved beneath his skin whenever he moved even the slightest. Such a sight really was something to see. After burying his face in the man’s chest, he had expected for it to stay there, not for the soothing hand that ran through his hair or for his chin to be grabbed and titled up so their lips could meet in a soft kiss. Listening to the words that were said he wasn’t quite sure how he should take them. It was nice and all, and of course Kario knew what the man meant by the words. Knowing that the other would help him get a job, but he felt like that was asking too much. “I could never ask you to do that.” He murmured as he averted his gaze. It was touching, and he wanted to make sure that the other knew he most definitely did appreciate the offer, but that he felt like it was just too much. “It’s a really great offer… and I am sure anyone would be honored for you to do that for them. It’s just… I could never ask you to. You’re already offering to do more than enough just by looking at my contract.”

 

He would feel wrong if he accepted such an offer, even if he knew it might be his only chance at getting into a job that would actually make it so he could support himself properly. A groan parted his lips as his nipples were teased and twisted, a jolt of pleasure shooting through him. His breath had managed to catch in his throat almost instantly after. Since the older man was his first client of the day once more he felt everything more intensely. “Too humble?” Kario repeated not having missed such words, even in his pleasured state he had managed to catch onto such a comment. He had never expected to be told he was too humble, hell half the time he didn’t even think humble should be used in the same sentence as himself. So, it was a little surprising.

 

There was a part of him that was more than a little disappointed when he was told that he deserved to find someone who would treat him well and that he would find someone. He had really hoped that he already had, and it took everything in him not to say those very words with all the pleasure the blonde was making him feel. He’d be lying to say that such a statement hadn’t hurt, but he’d eventually get over it, he knew he would. Kario felt like it was to be deserved after growing to attached to a client. Something he never should have allowed to happen in the first place. So much so that he hadn’t really heard the last part of that at first it took him a moment to realize he had said more. His eyes never left the other’s though, and the only feeling really showing in them was the pleasure he was almost drowning in. “People like me for my body, not what’s hiding underneath.” He replied his voice was soft and it took a lot of focus to say those words. Ever since he was young people had liked him for his body, and he had learned the hard way that it was what most people liked about him. Very few had given him a chance as a person, if his body was given they didn’t care for much else.

 

Maybe that was why he was sure no one would treat him like a real person upon leaving the brothel. Because even when he had dated he hadn’t felt like he was treated that way. The guys would spend time with him, they would seem to have fun, but it was only if they thought they would get to have his body after. He would by lying to say that at least one boyfriend hadn’t made him feel like he owed them his body in repayment for all they did for him. While his mind was running over these thoughts his body was still giving in to the teasing touches, so much so that someone wouldn’t really be aware that his mind had gone off somewhere else for a moment. His face turned a dark shade of red when he was told that the other liked how his voice sounded when he was in pleasure and that it turned the other on. He was glad to hear that his effort to keep his mind focused on the conversation and not let it be overtaken by pleasure seemed to be a good thing. Didn’t make the struggle any easier however.

 

His hand was picked up and lead down being guided to the other’s clothed erection, “I think… that sounds good.” He murmured his thoughts instantly being derailed. It turned him on more to know how aroused the other was becoming. It was all becoming far too much to keep the conversation going. So he was glad to hear that they were going to put it aside for right now and enjoy each other, and the pleasure building between them instead. Kario wasn’t aware of much as their lips were once more locked in an intense kiss. Every touch of the other’s skin on his seemed to make his body ignite even more. Just briefly aware of the movements stating that the other was slipping out of his pants and boxers baring himself to him once more. The blonde’s body was something that Kario was beginning to love and enjoy more than he truly felt comfortable admitting. Moaning into his client’s mouth as he felt their cocks being taken into the man’s hand together. Feeling as they were rubbed together, and teased.

 

The hand that was still wandering his body only seemed to make things harder for him. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold himself together if he didn’t get even a moment of relief. “I… you’re going to make me cum if you keep this up…” He finally managed to get out. Having to take in a rather sharp breath after so much as a single word. Another moan escaped him, arching up into the hand around both of their cocks. His eyes slipping shut as he tried to get a grip on himself. It felt to good, and he had already gone so long since his last release the night before. Moments like this made him hate how addicted his body had become to sex and the stimulation and orgasms that came with working at the brothel. His body was so much more sensitive since he started working here, and his tolerance for pleasure seemed to have dropped. Where before he could handle being tease for long periods of time, now he could handle very little before his body was aching and ready to climax.

 

It was embarrassing really, and there was nothing he could do about it. His body needed to be that sensitive to satisfy so many clients a day. He didn’t even want to think about how hard it was going to be on his body once he no longer worked at the brothel, and the constant sex and stimulation came to a grinding halt. That thought alone was enough to make him whimper softly. There was no way that he’d be able to take that without going insane.

[-Hideki-]

When he heard the younger man saying that he liked him he froze how he was for a second before a wide smile crossed his face and his eyes shone making him look like a toddler on Christmas Eve. He had wanted to make him like him, he had hoped that he would come to like him and he had managed that sooner than he would have thought. Maybe Kario was more open regardless of the business he was in than Devon had imagined.

 

It was odd to him that the other didn’t get why he had thought that he might not want a reminder of him. “I thought you might not want to be reminded of me because I am a client from this brothel. And I have guessed that you would want to forget everything about this place when you finally get to leave and that includes the clients, hence me.” The blond man explained what he had deemed as obvious.

 

Ashfield looked at the other when he explained to him that his father wouldn’t know what he would do if he was dead in such an earnest manner and a sign of amusement was making itself at home on the blond man’s face while the prostitute apparently struggled with the question of whether he had offended him or not.

The governor couldn’t suppress a chuckle any longer.”So you don’t believe in ghosts huh?” the man said and his chuckle turned into a laugh.

 

He pulled the younger male closer to himself and kissed him. “Believe it or not, I know that much. I know that he couldn’t do shit about me doing whatever I want with his stuff and that he wouldn’t know. But I know what he expects me to do with his things and the alligator. I know what he wants or rather demands me to do. I know what he would hate and what he would consider failing him and what would cause him physical pain if he could see it.” Devon explained to the other and while he was saying that the thought of doing something his father would hate and that would be causing him distress, rebelling against him like a teenager - except for he had never even rebelled as a teenager - was way too appealing again and it shouldn’t have been.

 

His golden eyes examined the other closely when he was about to decline his offer of getting him into a decent job. It was hard to believe that someone would decline such an offer for him. Growing up using relationships and contacts one had to get a foot into the door of a great company or a higher ranking office or anywhere really was an everyday thing. Using the recommendations of influential and powerful men wasn’t anything questionable or bold to ask in his world. “Well, maybe you couldn’t. But you haven’t asked in the first place. I offered it to you because I wanted to.” He said and then sighed when the final decline came.

 

Then he smiled at the young man again. He really didn’t understand him. It was about impossible for Ashfield to grasp why he wouldn’t take this helping hand he had offered but he found it respectable and strong that he wanted to make it by himself, independently even if that meant that it was harder than letting Devon handle it and take what he would get him. “You are a great guy, Kario and I’m certain that you’ll get into something without me. But if not, there is still my offer. It won’t be hard to find me I guess but even harder to contact me though.” He assured the other that his offer would still stand but also letting him know the difficulties that he might have to face if he wanted to reach out to him again.

 

Devon looked a little blue when he saw the disappointment and the hurt on the other’s face and he felt bad because he couldn’t have said what he had wanted to and what Kario apparently had wanted to hear as well. He didn’t want the other to feel hurt, he had wanted to encourage him and yet he had done quite the opposite.

“I like you too Kario.” The governor admitted ruffling through his hair. “I would like to be that person for you outside of the walls of the brothel as well but I can’t. I am not here because men wouldn’t be interested in me or wouldn’t find me attractive. I even once had someone who meant a lot to me. I am here because I am not supposed to be what I am and I can’t be what I am in public.” He explained what the other probably knew already.

 

Ashfield was a politician from a conservative party. He himself as well as his parents were business conservatives, they didn’t hold a socially conservative or traditionalist worldview but if he wanted to get re-elected and come forth in his political career he had to be a votable candidate not only for business conservatives and libertarians but also for traditionalists, archconservatives and social conservatives. And if he was openly gay he wasn’t an option for them. It would cause a scandal for many of his voters, it had already been tough and he had lost many of his more religious voters when he had gotten divorced from his wife and him being without a wife and kids. A gay guy would be much worse than that though.

 

“I’m not asking you to understand this. Heck, fortunately and surprisingly you don’t even know what my job is but I promise you as soon as you step out of this brothel you will know and you will get why I had to chose between being authentic in terms of that I love men or my career because both aren’t reconcilable.” He told the other his face stern and his voice sounding bitter.

 

For some reason he was certain that Kario wouldn’t try to blackmail him once he had left and seen his face on all the posters in the city or in the media. It might have been naive to think that he wouldn’t if he was in such a situation again as he had been when he had signed the contract with the brothel but he really was sure that he wouldn’t do that to him, that he was more honourable and better than that.

 

Even though it should have surprised him that most men were after the young man’s handsome body and not the person it didn’t surprise him at all. When Ashfield had been in his early twenties he had not been much different than those guys. He hadn’t much cared for relationships, getting to know them closer or love he had cared for sex and that he had gotten. They had wanted his body he had wanted theirs and they had fucked. The only reason he had even hired that secretary - and he had even been older than Kario then already - had been because he had found him hot. Not because a male nurse was more qualified than the real secretaries. He had wanted to fuck him; he had wanted to have his body, have fun with him in the office, that had been his only intention. He had even managed to forget that guy’s given name even though he had worked with him for not a short while.

 

“There will always be those who are only searching for sex and don’t care about much else than the physical aspect but you don’t have to waste your mind on them if that’s not what you want. I’ve been like that when I was... your age.” He had hesitated to say that and he hated how that sounded. It really made him sound old. “I never cared much, I never felt like I needed someone, until I wanted to get into the pants of a guy who blew me off my feet with his personality instead and I crushed on him way too hard. It’s been years and I still feel weird in his presence even though I am over him by now. I’m also jealous of his husband and can’t help it because at this point in my life I want much more than an empty fuck. However there will be someone who sees more than your body and wants you and not just the surface. You are a cute and kind person and you have shown me some great personality traits. I’m sure you could make me fall for you and someone else will be able to see those aspects of you too.”The governor said and he was sure of it.

 

Enjoying the moans and lewd expression on the black haired man’s face as well as the burning heat between the two of them he continued stroking their cocks. He liked how intensely he could feel the pulsating heat of the other’s dick on his own which added to the stimulation he gave both of them with his strong hand.

The blond smirked widely when Kario told him that he would cum soon if he continued that way. Devon dragged the young man into another messy, wild kiss again and when they parted he could see a string of salvia connecting their mouths.

 

“So? There is no rule that says that I can’t make you cum more than once.” He said huskily the smirk still on his face. “I’ll make you cum, you’ll make me cum. We get hard again, I’ll fuck you properly and we’ll cum again. We’ll rest, we’ll talk and then I will tempt you in the shower and fuck your cute little arse another time to stain you and make you cum yet another time.” Ashfield breathed into the other’s ear and the thought of penetrating him aroused him more as he intensified stroking their lengths, going faster and harder while tightening the grip. Devon licked the other’s throat, biting lightly into the skin. “I told you I’ll make time for us. And I am keen on spending it with you. I don’t give a shit about your other clients or the brothel owners; they haven’t given me a time limit so they can piss off if they want to complain.” He let the young man know followed by a pleasured moan right into Kario’s ear. The blond knew they wouldn’t dare to complain anyway, he was a too powerful, rich and important person.

 

The governor didn’t only continue doing what he had done, he gradually raised the form of stimulation and he made the young man cum and the black haired hadn’t lied, it had gone rather fast. Devon smirked again before kissing him and rolling around his tongue in the young man’s mouth. “You came quite a lot. All over my hand and you even stained my cock. How lewd!” he teased him looking at his hand that was covered in the prostitutes sperm.

[Sathenus]

“Maybe most would but… the brothel hasn’t really been that bad to me. Even if most of the clients aren’t the best overall this experience hasn’t been disastrous or detrimental in any way. Maybe it’s even… made me a better person.” Kario replied. He had absolutely no problem with reminders of the other man, and he didn’t even mind remembering the brothel and everything he had gone through here. The life he had lived here the past few years helped make him into who he was today, whether for better or for worse. These were things he’d continue to carry along with him for the rest of his life. Certain things he knew influenced him for the better, while others may have had an opposite effect. But there were many situations that would continue to influence him and who he ultimately became even after leaving.

 

Shrugging slightly he didn’t really respond. He couldn’t say that he did believe in ghosts, or an afterlife for that matter. It wasn’t that he thought those who did were crazy, or just seeing things. It came down to the fact that he had never experienced anything that would make him believe that such a thing was possible. He liked to believe more in the proof, if it was right before him it was easier for him to accept. Occurrences that seemed unexplainable at the time could probably be logically explained later after some thought. Kario listened silently as he was told that the man knew that his father couldn’t do anything about what he did with his stuff once he passed. It made him wonder why he was even bothering with this conversation then. If he knew his father couldn’t do anything about what he did once he passed then where did the problem lie? It turned out, at least to him that it seemed to be more about morals as to why this part of their conversation had come up. Despite knowing he could do whatever he wanted with his father’s stuff after the man’s passing, his morals and how he was raised made it difficult to do anything that was not expected of him.

 

Though he couldn’t relate, he did understand it to a point. There was no reason for him to press the matter any, so he wasn’t going to. Instead allowing this part of their conversation to die as well. There was nothing more that needed to be said on the subject. At least not that came to him.

 

There wasn’t any surprise hearing that upon leaving the brothel it would be harder to get in contact with the blonde. As depressing as that really seemed he knew he shouldn’t have expected anything less. Of course the news that it would be easy to find him had been expected, it was probably easy to find every client of the brothel. They were all men of high status, and most if not all were active in the public eye in some way. Whether or not that was a positive way didn’t matter as long as they paid the price required.

 

What came next, made him look away slightly. “I know.” He replied with a soft sigh. Of course he knew that the man was only here because he couldn’t have what he wanted outside of the brothel. Not with another man at least. It didn’t make the news any less heartbreaking, and he blamed himself for growing attached to a client. Growing attached to someone who outside of these walls would never be able to return it. “I understand just fine.” He added when the man finished. He didn’t need to leave the brothel and learn about the man’s true position to get it. Kario knew that any member of the brothel could not provide him with the relationship he wanted. It still didn’t make it any easier to take and he just tried to ignore the fact that he wanted something he’d never get, from someone he probably really would never have contact with again once he left the brothel. As depressing and heartbreaking as it was for him it all came down to the fact that it was his fault.

 

He was stupid for allowing a client to somehow become so important to him. He knew that, and yet it had happened anyway. There was a part of him that truly felt like he had built these feelings without realizing how serious and strong they were becoming until it was too late. Setting himself up to be disappointed and in the end hurt. Even if it had been unintentional it was bound to happen eventually. But after working at the brothel for a few years and being so careful to make sure he never got attached to a client he had thought he would manage to keep that distance until he finally left. Apparently, he hadn’t considered the fact that there could be a client that treated him this well and saw past just his physical appearance.

 

“Maybe.” He responded trying to keep his current feelings out of his voice. He no longer wanted to discuss any chance he had for a romantic relationship upon leaving. Not when the person he had grown attached to wasn’t even a possibility. Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn’t find a nice guy who treated him well and could ignore his past. But for right now, he didn’t want to talk about it anymore. “Let’s just… leave it be for now.” He added trying to make sure that the blonde understood, at least for now he was done with this topic. His voice hadn’t been dismissive, and it hadn’t been depressed thankfully, it was just like he was dismissing any other topic that hadn’t hurt him in some way. There was a part of him that knew the moment he had mentioned wanting to find someone like the other man that knew he was setting himself up for disappointing news. He had just kind of hoped that it wouldn’t turn out that way.

 

Despite that though, he had learned more about the other man. Or at least about a crush he had, a person he lost, and now a husband he was jealous of. Part of him could understand that, he had fallen for someone, gotten over it, saw that person happy with his partner and now husband something the blonde couldn’t have with his position. There was no reason that Kario couldn’t easily make the connection. It wasn’t necessarily the man’s husband he was jealous of, rather the relationship that the two of them could have that his client could not. Despite this, he didn’t mention it, in fact he didn’t comment on it at all. He felt like making any comment would only prolong a part of their conversation that he had honestly heard enough on. Though he knew he should be positive about it, and keep a good outlook he didn’t want to.

 

The person he wanted more than he really wanted to admit was lying right beside him and yet so far out of his reach. He had opened his mouth to question something but suddenly thought better of his question. Was it really his place to ask if the man intended to stay on this career path for the rest of his working life? Or maybe even longer and not retire at all? There was a part of him that knew it wasn’t his place, and that it was better not to ask such a question.

 

Moaning into the kiss, it was hard for him to keep his mind focused on anything that wasn’t them and the feeling of their cocks against each other. When the kiss was broken he looked up with half lidded eyes as the man spoke, his face flushing an even darker shade of red. There really was no rule saying that a client couldn’t make him cum more than once, couldn’t fuck him more than once. Hearing what the other wanted to do only seemed to turn him on even more, the prospect of what was really waiting for him, for them together was more than he could have hoped for. Kario really was going to enjoy this visit to the fullest especially as he felt the hand around their cocks tighten, the rhythm picking up and making him bite his lip again. Trying to fight it off, but unfortunately his words had been all to honest.

 

Unable to hold it off he came with a loud moan; his lips being caught up in another kiss. The tease only seemed to make another spark shoot through him as he gave the other man a small smile, “Can’t say I didn’t warn you.” He murmured. At least he had been honest, it was his first orgasm today, and he was happy to know it wouldn’t be his last with the older man. Even if he knew plenty more awaited him later with other clients, none of them made him feel the way this client did. There was a connection here that he really didn’t want to lose, even if he knew it was going to come to screeching halt eventually.

 

His brown eyes followed the other’s gaze to his hand that was covered in his sperm making him give a small smile. The blonde really did know how to make him feel good, it had only been a matter of time before he had been pushed over the edge. The climax had felt great though, and he didn’t mind that it had come earlier than he would have normally liked. Looking back up into those golden eyes he spoke, “I can’t help it when I’m with you. You seem to know how to play my body already.” It was his honest opinion. When with the other man it was hard for him to hold himself back, the way his body felt when they were together was beyond anything his other clients made him feel. It really did seem as if the other knew his body well, far better than Kario had to admit he probably should with this being only his third visit to the brothel.

 

Leaning up slightly he pressed their lips together again. Truly, he liked it when they kissed, almost as much as he enjoyed the sex they had together. After breaking it he reached down to trail his fingers teasingly over his client’s hard cock his own smile turned to a small smirk. “I feel a bit bad, I’ve already climaxed once but… you’re still hard.” Slowly he took it into his hand, stroking it in a teasing manner, his grip was still on the light side, each stroke was slow and deliberate. He might feel a bit bad that the other hadn’t cum yet, but there was another part of him that kind of liked the fact that he hadn’t. Pressing their lips together in a light kiss he kept his slow strokes. Enjoying their closeness, enjoying the feeling of their lips pressed together and the hard cock in his hand.

 

Yet he knew he should probably clean off the other’s hand, considering he had been the one to dirty it after all. When he broke the kiss this time his voice was soft, lips still ghosting over the other’s as he spoke. “Would you like me to clean your hand up for you?” It was a genuine question after all. Pleasure was still thrumming through his veins; his heart was still beating rather fast. His breath was oddly calm, but he wasn’t going to question that right now since it made it easier to speak and get out whatever it was he wanted to say.

[-Hideki-]

Even though Kario assured him that he understood that he couldn’t be with him outside of those walls it didn’t make the feeling of having disappointed the younger man go away. And dealing with someone being disappointed in him was something he had always struggled with. His father had always had incredibly high expectations of him and the pressure to perform well had been just as high during his entire life, the thought constantly on his mind that if he would fail his father’s expectations that he would be replaced and thrown away so he had always made sure to be the best son one could probably have and he had become ambitious to prove his father that he was even better than his old man himself could ever be, that he was the best. And that he had also wanted to be to the prostitute as well, the best and in the end he couldn’t be the best or rather what the black haired really wanted to have and it made him feel inadequate to an extent.

 

And then there was the fact that he had come to like the other as well. That he actually could imagine him as a partner and that he felt a connection between them. Everyone would have laughed about him if he had told him that he had come to like a whore that way out of all people. It would become a running joke and before he would have guessed that Kario would have laughed about him as well and would have thought he was stupid for that but now it was quite obvious that this was not the case. That he returned his affection and feelings. In another situation he would have been happy about that but when he looked into the young man’s face he was sure that their ways would part with a lot more hurt for the both of them than Devon’s statement had already caused.

 

When he heard that “Maybe” that sounded distant and indifferent in a forced way he didn’t only understand that the topic was neither one of their happy ones and that Kario didn’t want to talk about it even before he stated that.

Ashfield just nodded saying nothing. He wouldn’t push the subject if that was nothing the other wanted to talk about any further. And he got why he didn’t want to either, he had wanted Devon to be his guy and that hope had been crushed by Devon. Hence he couldn’t have what he had wanted to and that hurt and apparently everything the governor said to make it better only made it worse. Beside that he wasn’t quite sure what he could add to that anymore anyway.

 

The golden eyes of the older man examined the other and he asked himself how he would be outside of the brothel. What activities he would enjoy, what hobbies he had and all those light hearted cliché things that he hadn’t asked because he just had to step into the deep dark waters during their first real conversation, no not only step into it but jump right into it head first.

He had just wanted to ask him the more light hearted things when Kario parted his soft desirable lips as if he wanted to say something. The governor figured that it was probably more interesting than what he had to ask so he waited but the other just closed his mouth again without the words being spoken.

 

It was an arousing sight when Kario climaxed and feeling the other’s cock erupt pressed on his own dick and on his hand made him moan and turned him on even more. Ashfield grinned at the response he got for calling the other lewd and he raised an eyebrow when he looked at him. “You indeed did warn me. You didn’t warn me of the lusty hot face you would make though and how you would moan and drive me even crazier for you though.” He said through his heavy breathing.

 

His eyes were full of lust and desire and he felt flattered when the other told him that he knew how to play with his body the right way. He smirked and it was a little smug since his ego had just been boosted another time.

“Well, we seem to have a special compatibility. That and I’m an incredibly great lover eager to learn much more about you, your body and what turns you on and what you like so that I can make you feel even better.” The governor told him not able to hide how heated up and aroused he was, he didn’t even make a serious attempt in doing so.

 

When he was kissed he leaned into it immediately taking over like a starving man craving food and when they parted his tongue yearned for getting back in there wrestling Kario’s tongue and curling up with it, swirling around it again. Ashfield groaned when he finally felt the young man teasing his dick that he had stopped jerking when the other had cum.

His member was throbbing, the thick veins pulsating and it dripped pre-cum. He couldn’t quite tell if the young man actually was sorry that his cock was still rock hard and carving attention or if he was teasing him with it but either way a smirk crept back onto his face and his eyes shone when he said:” You sure know plenty of ways to change that unfortunate situation, so don’t waste your time being sorry.”

 

What he said was followed by a moan as the other started to stroke his length in just that moment. The slow movements made shivers and sparks of pleasure run through his body again and his hot mess of a dick was throbbing staining the young man’s hand with his pre-cum. Devon was automatically starting to thrust into Kario’s hand and he tilted his head back a little enjoying the pleasure consuming his body. “Grab it tighter and move your hand faster!” he half told half moaned his mind starting to get clouded when he finally got the young man’s lips back and eagerly and demandingly pressed his own against his kissing him.

 

Ashfield had almost forgotten about his hand still being covered in Kario’s cum before the young man offered to clean his hand off for him and immediately he had the image of the black haired man devotedly licking the cum off of his hand on his mind and it only raised the heat of his body further. “I’d like you to properly clean it for me.” He said and offered him the stained hand obvious what he was waiting for already getting more horny thinking about the other licking and sucking on his hand and fingers.

 

As his hand was cleaned off and he watched the other feeling the wet tongue on his hand seeing him licking it clean this only added to the stimulation given to his cock and his thrusts into the hand became a little harder and his breathe was heavy and loud moans escaping him regularly. He felt the pleasure rising and his cock throbbing and twitching even harder and he knew he would cum every minute. His muscles tensed up and he bucked into the hand cumming with a groan staining the other’s hand, his own body and the sheets with a load of his sperm.

The governor’s breathe started to calm down as he stared into the young man’s eyes, wrapped his arms around him and greedily kissed him another time.

[Sathenus]

With the topic of whether he’d end up finding someone nice dismissed, Kario truly felt like he could ignore that part of their conversation completely. Considering it hadn’t ended nearly as well as he had hoped that it would. “I thought you’d know already.” Kario responded with a small smile. He was pleased to hear that the blonde liked the look that had crossed his face and the way he moaned during climax. It made him feel a little better considering everything else that they had discussed recently. Despite how pleased he was to hear the man had liked those things from him, he tried to ignore the part where he was told it had made him even crazier for him. It would just once more get his hopes up for something he knew he couldn’t have.

 

What came from his client next wasn’t so easy to ignore and he felt himself groan. He wanted that from him, to have him as a lover and not as a client but it just wasn’t possible. He knew that, he had been reminded that and any reference to it seemed to both hurt and make him a little hopeful that by some miracle things could work out. It was silly, and he knew that, but he couldn’t stop himself from wanting what it did. So he tried his best to enjoy the fact that the man seemed to think they did have a special compatibility even if it meant nothing more could happen between them.

 

“That’s true. I do.” Kario replied with a smile, loving the sound of the other’s moan as well. He really did know how to take care of the man’s rather ‘unfortunate’ situation and he was more than happy to help bring him his climax as well. Feeling the older man thrust into his hand only made his smile grow slightly. Kario didn’t obey the words at first, instead even withdrawing his hand a little, wanting to see what would happen if he did the opposite of what was asked of him. He didn’t make the man wait long though before he allowed his full hand to wrap around it again, tightening his grip and moving his hand faster like he had been asked. His eyes were on the other the whole time and he rather eagerly returned the kiss not caring that it was a rather demanding kiss.

 

Upon the kiss being broken he instantly took in a sharp breath, allowing his lungs to fill with air again. Despite the kiss not having been that long it still had managed to take his breath away. His brown eyes moved to the blonde’s hand as it was offered to him and he was told that the other wanted him to clean it properly. Offering a small smirk, he wasted no time leaning forward and starting to lick it clean. Careful to make sure that his own hand continued moving on the other’s hard cock as he did so, his eyes moving and locking on his client’s own golden eyes. There were plenty of things that he did not mind doing, this was one of them, especially when it meant that he had his client’s attention with such focus.

 

When the palm of his hand was clean Kario moved his attention to the fingers, slowly and deliberately sucking each one into his mouth after a few licks to ensure it was cleaned completely. Then drawing his tongue over the whole length. It was ironic that he had just finished cleaning the other’s hand when he felt the man cum into his own. The way he had tensed and started to buck into his hand had been all he needed to let him know how close he was to his own climax. Once it was drawn out he glanced down at his own hand that was now dirty as well, bringing it up he licked it finding the taste familiar. It wasn’t like it was the first time he had tasted the other’s seed, he remembered the first time the other had been here and how they had started off that time.

 

Kario deliberately made sure that he maintained eye contact as he cleaned his own hand, though he didn’t have much time to finish doing so before he felt the blonde’s arms once more wrapping around him just as their lips clashed together in yet another greedy kiss. It was at this point that Kario realized that he didn’t care if he couldn’t have his client as a lover outside of these walls. He could at the very least enjoy him as if he was while he continued to service him within the walls. Even if he knew it would just end up hurting more when they did finally have to part ways. There was a small part of him that now wondered if trying to get his contract for the other to review was a good idea. Knowing that if he got it for the blonde that the man would most likely review it and find that one way of getting him out of it early.

 

Did he really want to lose this? Most of him said no, but there was that tiny little voice that said yes. When the kiss was broken his eyes looked up into those of the older man, he never could get used to how the other’s eyes looked. They were beautiful, and he could so easily lose himself in them. After a moment he managed to calm his breathing once more. Using this as a chance to inspect the body he was being held so close to. It didn’t matter how many times he had been able to inspect his client’s body, it never ceased to amaze him. It was clear to him at least that he took very good care of it, minus the fact that he had a personal fitness coach and all. Even if he hadn’t known that the other’s toned muscles would have been enough to let him know how he cared for it.

 

Drawing his eyes from the body before him he turned his gaze instead to his client’s face once more. Even after having climaxed a few minutes earlier his body was already willing to and ready to receive more pleasure. It was strange for him to think that when he had first started his body had been incapable of handling such large amounts of pleasure, yet here it was now wanting nothing more than for such feeling to never stop. Leaning up he pressed their lips together in yet another kiss, allowing his eyes to drift shut and his body to enjoy their closeness and the feeling of the blonde’s arms wrapped around him.

 

When it was broken again he flashed a smile, “I suppose I can get used to the idea of at least having you here.” If he couldn’t have the older man outside of these walls, then he would just have to enjoy their contact within these walls. It wasn’t quite what he wanted, but he figured any way of being close to the blonde was worth it. Kario may have wanted more, and he knew that in the end he was just setting himself up to get hurt again but he truly couldn’t help it. He really enjoyed every moment they spent together, whether that was just cuddling and talking, or sex itself. There was no denying how he felt about his client even if he knew he shouldn’t be so attached.

[-Hideki-]

His golden eyes were locked on Kario after he had cum into the black haired man’s hand and they were wandering the other’s body and even though he had just cum there was still arousal glimmering in the golden eyes of his. Devon grinned reminding himself how the other had just teased him by instead of intensifying the strokes of his hand quitting them for a moment. That was something he had not expected and that he was judging as a positive sign. For some reason he was certain that the prostitute didn’t tease his other clients. He couldn’t imagine him taking the freedom to disobey Harvey Flint the man from the automobile industry and he liked that he had taken the liberty to do that with him even though his poor fellow had yearned and ached for continued touch. “You can be quite cheeky! I didn’t know that before.” He said in a playful tone of voice.

 

While he was still examining the other catching his own breath he saw the black haired man licking Ashfield’s sperm from his hand. The blond got turned on further and he fought the urge of immediately hump Kario. The governor felt as if he was twenty years younger again than he actually was the way he was heating up again and feeling his blood running downstairs again,

 

Devon didn’t even let Kario enough time to completely lick off all of his cum from his hand when he wrapped his arms around him and greedily kissed him already. The wet kiss tasted like sperm but Ashfield didn’t care that he could taste his own cum in the young man’s mouth. He was ready and more than willing to keep going and he longed to touch the other and to connect their bodies again. When he had went to the brothel the first time he had not thought that it was possible that he would not only be craving to satisfy his for a long time repressed sexual urges but to actually crave the prostitute, the individual.

 

Unfortunately the blond still didn’t have superhuman powers and hence he had to breathe and to break their kiss even though he disliked doing that and he had to force himself to make his tongue let go of the black haired man’s tongue. Breathing heavily he looked at the younger man who was staring into his golden eyes and then was examining Devon’s body like the governor had already examined his rather often. A smile crossed his face when he saw how Kario was looking at his body and he felt proud of how he looked all of a sudden because someone as handsome, attractive and young as the other man was admiring his body and muscles.

 

For some reason he liked how the other was checking his body out. It had become seldom over the years that another man had looked at his body with desire in his eyes and somehow Devon missed that. For the men he was surrounded by his looks didn’t matter. They would probably recognise how he looked more if he was to wear a tie with teddy bears on it like Clarence did because it looked ridiculous. Those guys only cared for women’s bodies and looks and Devon only got some glazes from women who found him attractive but it didn’t feel the same way.

 

He wasn’t quite sure how he had done it but his father had somehow managed to keep the circle of men around his son as straight as possible and it had had its effect. Ashfield had stopped looking at them a long time ago because they were uninteresting to him no matter if they looked physically pleasing or not.

Sure there had been a time where he had the thought in the back of his mind to rebel against his father and where he had had that urge to do what his father would have hated and he had fantasised about fucking Patrick Smith, his father’s good looking, somewhat idiotic and straight bodyguard just because it would have been like a punch in the face to his old man. But he had never attempted to turn Smith gay and he would have failed anyway if the guy was really straight and not bisexual or pretending.

 

 

This time it was Kario who pulled him into a kiss and the blond returned the kiss his body still on fire. The arms wrapped around the young man closed even tighter and he pressed their bodies against each other more. When their lips parted again Ashfield saw the black haired man’s smile and he automatically smiled back at him. After he had heard the other’s words melancholy sneaked into the smile. He liked that the other was getting used to the thought and wanted to make the best out of this for the both of them now like Devon himself had intended but the fact that this would not continue forever and that it wasn’t what they both really longed to have remained. The blond nodded though. ”I’m glad that you do. Making the best out of what we can have together is much better than mourning what we can’t have. I will try to make sure to always bring enough time with me when I come to visit.” He assured Kario before his lips were occupied by

kissing the young male’s neck.

 

This time he didn’t remain at that spot for too long and let his mouth travel further down. He let his tongue tease the other’s nipples before he sucked on them and gently twisted them with his teeth. The governor just couldn’t stop touching him or holding himself back at the moment. He was still in heat even though he had just cum. The blond stopped kissing the other’s body; he raised his head, looked into the other man’s dark eyes and smirked pushing him down into the pillows.

 

Ashfield then positioned himself with his own cock over Kario’s face and his own face over Kario’s cock. This was the best way for getting both of them hard enough again he figured and grinned at the other’s dick right under his face. For a second he wondered if that was something the other was used to and he thought that it probably wasn’t common for the whore to get his own dick sucked. He thought that most of his clients wouldn’t do that but he shoved all thoughts aside and concentrated on them instead.

 

His tongue started off at the other’s balls, licking them before he started to suck on them and then went further letting his tongue slide up the young man’s length. He shoved his tongue between the foreskin and the glans letting it circle around there. Devon could taste the rest of the other’s cum in his mouth but he didn’t care. The only disadvantage about this position was that he couldn’t see the expressions the other made but one couldn’t have everything at the same time. Devon laid his lips onto the head of Kario’s cock before he parted them and slowly took it into his mouth, starting to move his head, while simultaneously making slight thrusts into the young man’s mouth with his own cock trying to keep focussed regardless of the pleasure that was running through his body and making his heart beat faster and causing his temperature to rise again.

 

Ashfield wasn’t bad at this at all and he also didn’t mind sucking another guy’s cock as well. When he had been much younger he had never done it. He had only received but that had changed with time and he had learned that he even liked to do it if he liked the man he was with enough. And he obviously liked Kario enough and he actually thought that his taste was rather pleasant.

 

When he tasted Kario’s pre-cum in his mouth and felt his own body starting to drown in pleasure he pulled away because it had not been his intention to make the both of them release into each other’s mouths but just to get them hard again. Ashfield positioned himself completely different now and his attention was focussed on the young man’s arse now. Devon used his hands to spread it and was then making use of his tongue again since he had liked how Kario had reacted to that the last time he had done it.

This time he was doing it more, shoved it deeper in and moved it around in there more.

 

After he had pulled out his tongue and was grabbing the bottle of lube again he smirked into Kario’s face while he drowned the rosy little hole in lube, shoving his fingers inside. “How do you want me to take you?`” He asked. “What’s your favourite position?” he wanted to know eyes shining hungrily at the younger man when he pulled out his fingers.

[Sathenus]

It truly was nice to hear that his client was going to try to make sure that he always brought plenty of time whenever he came to visit. It was said in a way that made him feel like this was less of a service and more like a true partner coming to pay a visit and spend time together. Even though Kario knew that wasn’t the case, and that whatever he felt, whatever they shared could not be outside of these walls. At least he could enjoy the time they spent together within the walls and truly feel like maybe they did have something. When the blonde would leave to continue with his day and time he’d just have to push his feelings deep down again until the man returned.

 

A groan escaped him feeling the other’s lips on his neck again, kissing it and making sparks shoot through him once more. His eyes drifted shut and his head fell back, it was all too clear to him that the other man knew exactly what that spot did to him. There was a small sense of relief that hit him when the attention to his neck didn’t last very long before it was moving down his body to his nipples. That made him moan, his brown eyes darting down to watch exactly what his client was doing to him. Gently biting his bottom lip, his eyes were filled with the desperation that he was feeling as felt the other suck on them before he felt his teeth on them gently twisting them. If made his back arch pressing up into the other’s mouth and whimpering softly. It felt great, and he really didn’t want any of it to end.

 

A shaky breath escaped him when those lips finally seemed to leave his body, their eyes meeting once more. He wasn’t expecting to be pushed back down into the pillows and he was about to complain when he noticed that the blonde was repositioning himself. Looking up at what was quite clearly being presented to him he rather eagerly licked at the cock that had been rather enticingly placed before his face. It didn’t even occur to Kario that the older man had placed himself in such a manner so that he could reciprocate it. Far too busy showing attention to the cock that was presented to him, licking rather lovingly along the length and showing the head specifically plenty of attention. He had just taken the whole length into his mouth, allowing himself to once more appreciate how deep it went when he managed to take in the whole length when he felt a particularly pleasant swipe of the tongue on his own cock.

 

A rather muffled sound came from him, his legs twitching a little as he tried to focus on what he was doing and not what was being done to him. It was hard though, and it was impossible for him not to moan happily around the length that he was currently trying to lavish with attention. The slight thrusts into his mouth made him enjoy this position even more, it allowed him to angle his head in a way that let the other’s hard member sink easily into his throat without feeling strained in any way. It was hard to keep his own hips from moving slightly, especially when he was enjoying it so well. This certainly was not something he was used to, none of his clients had given his cock such attention before. It was a feeling he really could get used to, but all too soon it was coming to an end.

 

Just when he felt like he was nearing the edge it all stopped, a rather disappointed groan escaped him. His eyes were even more desperate now as his own mouth released the now rock-hard member he had been enjoying showing attention. His breaths were labored as he watched his client once more reposition himself, this time between his legs. Propping himself up slightly he tried to keep what the older man was doing within sight, feeling his as he was spread before he felt the other’s wet tongue on his hole once more. A deep moan escaped him, and he bit his lip once more. Legs tensing as he felt it push deeper into him, moving around in a way that lit his nerves on fire. A deep blush colored his face as he arched his back, trying to enjoy it even more.

 

All too soon that ended as well, though he knew it was a good thing. Kario wasn’t sure how long he would have been able to handle it if it had continued. But he was sure that it would not have been for very long. He allowed his body to relax into the bed as his client reached for the lube to finish getting him ready for what he was sure they were both looking forward to. He wasn’t expecting to be asked how he wanted to be taken or what position was his favorite. Did it really matter? Until now he had thought that it didn’t, it wasn’t like he was the one who was supposed to be taken care of. He wasn’t the one paying for a service, he was the on offering one. So he didn’t really think that his favorite position mattered.

 

To make matters a little worse he wasn’t truly sure he had one. He was so used to being bent over whatever, held down on his back, or even bent into himself that he never really thought about what position he liked the most and wanted. Because of that he didn’t answer right away, instead allowing his body to enjoy the feeling of being stretched open and prepared for the other’s hard cock. Though that didn’t last long either before it all came back to him and how he wanted to be taken and what position was his favorite. He had never thought such a thing would be so hard for him to answer but… he truly didn’t know.

 

After a few more silent moments of thought he finally spoke his face turning an even darker shade of red in embarrassment. “I… truly don’t know. When every day is filled with sex you’re bent into so many different positions, and in a lot of instances manhandled that you never really stop and think about which ones you like and which ones you don’t. It’s more of… which one doesn’t hurt, and which one makes you hope it ends quickly.” He admitted glancing away. He knew there were positions that hurt because he wasn’t that flexible and being bent into a certain position and forced to stay in it either because of a heavy body or strong hands was certainly painful. Then there were the ones that hurt because he was pound into way to hard with absolutely no regard to him and his comfort. There was a difference between pounding him so hard he couldn’t think straight because of the pleasure, and pounding him so hard that his vision blurred from pain.

 

It also wasn’t like Kario wasn’t aware that the blonde liked to fuck him in a way that allowed him to see his face. So he knew the man would be happiest in a position where they could at the very least look at each other during sex. Though he was sure there were plenty of positions that would allow them to do that, there weren’t many that truly came to his mind when he first thought about it. But after putting a bit more thought into it he shifted, since he had the freedom to do so and the older man obviously wanted him to pick a position he figured he could pick one that he would find comfortable, while still being able to give his client the satisfaction of being able to see his face. Kario didn’t want to deny the older man anything he wanted.

 

So with that in mind he shifted so he was on his side, place his back to the other he glanced towards him and gave a small smile as he lifted a leg to show that it still allowed easy access to his prepped hole as well. “Would this work out just fine?” He asked in a truly curious manner, raising an eyebrow. There were few positions that he ever really gave much thought, and none of them when he wasn’t already in said position. No one ever cared to ask him what position he wanted, so it seemed strange to be putting thought into it right now. But… this was still a simple enough position, and he figured the more time they spent together the more positions they could try. Maybe then he’d be able to someday truly answer the question of which position was his favorite.

[-Hideki-]

It made him a little curious having to wait for an answer to his question while he was preparing the younger man further spreading his hole with his fingers. His golden eyes looked into the dark brown ones and he tried to guess what position he would name and how he would do the other a few minutes from now. Devon wanted to know more about Kario and his preferences and what he liked was significant information to the blond.

 

But when Kario finally spoke to him it wasn’t a position that was named and he got to know something else about the black haired man instead. While Ashfield listened he tried to imagine how it must be to have sex ethe whole day but he couldn’t. The thought alone seemed rather unnatural to him, something his body wouldn’t even be able to do. He just wouldn’t get it up anymore at one point and if he wouldn’t get a boner he couldn’t fuck anyone anymore and he asked himself whether he would even like to do it at all after that or if it would have ruined it for him completely.

 

This led him to questioning what sex even was for the prostitute. What it meant to him and how he experienced it. People normally had sex for pleasure and out of desire but those aspects weren’t given in Kario’s case and maybe it had just become a mere inconvenience. Surely the man’s body reacted but he wasn’t quite sure whether the black haired’s mind was moving along with it liking it as well and if he could still mentally enjoy sex.

 

The governor sat up, especially the last part of what Kario had said, that it was more about what didn’t hurt and what made it end quickly got to him and he found that thought sad and he felt bad for the other man. “What is sex for you? Are you able to enjoy sex wholeheartedly? Or do you not really like it?” he was keen to know. ”If you are able to enjoy it with me, we could certainly figure out what you like best together.” He offered with a slight smile hoping that when he was with him that Kario saw their sex as something pleasurable and enjoyable that he wanted to do and liked.

 

While he was watching the younger man he noticed that he was repositioning himself and was shifting to the side, his back facing Devon. Apparently he had come up with a position after all and when the other lifted his leg for him and the blond looked at the easily accessible spread arsehole he grinned when he lay himself down on his side behind the other.

 

“We’ll see if it will.” The blond man breathed into the other’s ear with a wink while he was holding his head up with one hand and kissed Kario’s lips pressing his heated body against the younger man’s body. His other hand was playing with the black haired man’s nipples and was caressing his torso. The position the younger male had chosen for them was a really close and intimate one as Devon thought when he was entering the other with the head of his hard throbbing cock.

 

He moaned into their passionate and wet kiss when he buried the whole length into the tight hole of the dark haired man that was clenching around it. Ashfield had to break the kiss and his breaths became thicker when he was starting to move and slowly penetrated the other man. His hand was resting on Kario’s waist while his lips were kissing and sucking down on the other’s neck teasing his erogenous spot. He hoped that he would find another of those spots on the young man’s body sometimes so that he could find a way to tease them both at the same time somehow.

 

His thrusts into him and the hits against his prostate were steadily becoming faster and harder even though he couldn’t ravage the other quite as much in this position as he had done it the way he had taken him the last time. This way he felt every reaction of Kario’s body pressed against his though, he felt the muscles contract, the heart beating and the heavy breathing.

 

The harder and the faster the was going and the shorter the breaks between hammering onto the young man’s prostate were getting the tighter was his cock grabbed by the muscle of the other’s hole that was nearly strangling his pulsating dick making his body overflow with pleasure and electrifying him. Ashfield moaned louder and more regularly right into Kario’s ear and he didn’t try to keep his voice down in any way.

 

The governor looked into Kario’s pleasured face and it made him intensify the way he pounded into him even more, his lips reaching out to the other’s to kiss him again.

His blood way boiling, his body was a sweaty heated mess and his muscles tensed up more and more while the other’s arsehole was chocking his cock so hard that he didn’t know for just how long he could continue with it until he would explode inside of him.

“If you keep clinging on my dick like that I’m gonna cum soon!” he moaned into their kiss without really parting their lips and it was barely understandable.

 

Ashfield had his struggles to keep focussed and to keep himself from ejaculating before Kario had cum as well. His mind was clouded in constant waves of pleasure and he couldn’t really think straight at this point, his body was just pounding hard into the other automatically to enjoy the firework running through his body and to get closer to orgasm. He had to break the kiss to be able to breathe more freely and the sounds of his heavy breathing were clear to hear.

 

Trying hard to not cum without satisfying the other he actually managed to keep going until he felt that the other’s climax was near as well. He made some strong and well placed hits against the other’s sweet spot before his thrusts lost their rhythm; he tensed up, bucked into him and shot his load into the tiny hole filling the black haired up completely.

 

Devon didn’t support his head with his hand anymore, he let his head sink into the pillows as his muscles started to relax again and he caught his breath. The governor closed his eyes for a moment and wrapped his arms around the young man from behind keeping him pressed against his body. The blond then rested his head onto Kario’s shoulder and looked up into the brown eyes from the side without pulling his dick out just yet that was getting limp inside of the other again.

 

“I really like the chemistry we have.” He whispered into the other’s ear before he kissed his cheek and then his throat. “I’ve got the notion that you wanted to ask me something or tell me something before we were getting all sweaty and dirty. What was it?” The blond said, chuckling and with a satisfied smirk on his face.

[Sathenus]

The questions he received about what sex was to him and whether he could even fully enjoy it was surprising, but what was probably even more surprising was the fact that he didn’t have to think about his answer. “At first it was just survival now… it’s an addiction I suppose…” He murmured. Sex to him was not about desire, it had nothing to do with pleasure, at this point it was just an addiction. Sex was something his body craved and in a sense needed at this point. Now it came to answering the other two questions that had been given to him, whether he was able to enjoy it wholeheartedly and if he didn’t really like it.

 

“Depending on the client… it’s something I really do enjoy. But… most of the time I don’t.” Kario felt absolutely no reason to lie to the man. It wasn’t like he fell into the latter category. Kario truly loved everything about their time together. So hearing that if he was able to enjoy it with the blonde that they could figure out what he liked together made a truly pleased smile cross his face. “I really would like that.” He admitted. Kario would like nothing more than for them to experiment and learn what he liked best together. There were probably very few people he would even take up on such a thing, but he knew with the older man he’d enjoy learning and experiencing different things.

 

After positioning himself he didn’t have to wait for long to feel the other’s body settle behind him. A shiver raked down his spine at the words breathed into his ear, turning his head to meet the blonde’s gaze. Eagerly returning the kiss he felt the heat of the older man’s body press against his back and could feel the other’s hard cock as well. It only made his own body heat up in anticipation. Moaning into the kiss when he felt the hand play with his already hard nipples, sending little sparks of pleasure through him before it caressed his torso making the skin tingle. Kario loved the way the other made his body feel even with simple actions. So far there wasn’t anything he didn’t like about this position, enjoying how close they were.

 

As they were kissing he felt his client press the head of his hard cock against his hole, it didn’t take much to push it into him. A soft pleased sound escaping him, his body tensing ever so slightly before once more relaxing. He was unable to bite back the groan that escaped him as the whole length entered him, just as he heard the older man moan into the kiss. Naturally his muscles clenched around the hard member once it was buried completely inside of him, and he felt himself get even more excited. The attention his neck was receiving as his client started to slowly thrust into him, penetrating deeply each time made him moan loudly.

 

The hand on his waist felt hot against his already heated skin, but it was a very pleasant feeling. It was hard for his body not to react and for his muscles not to clench the hard member inside of him with the attention his neck was receiving. The thrusts into him also had a dead on aim for his prostate which also made his muscles twitch and clench down on the hard member buried inside of him. His breaths seemed to speed up as the thrusts sped up, thrusting into him with more force and making him moan loudly. Kario enjoyed each thrust into his body, his heart seeming to ram against his ribs. He allowed his eyes to drift shut and head tilt back, biting his bottom lip gently as he tried to bite back a moan.

 

The hips thrusting into his own only intensified how hard they were pounding into him, his moth parting to let out a deep moan just as their lips connected in another kiss. Kario could barely make out the words that were moaned into their kiss, but he was able to make out enough to get what he was saying. “C-can’t help it.” He groaned out parting their lips just long enough to get the words out before they were kissing again. It was impossible for him to stop his insides from clenching tightly around the cock inside of him with how it kept thrusting in at such a pace and right into his prostate.

 

It was all becoming too much for his body to handle rather quickly despite having climaxed once already his body was desperate to do so again. The thrusts into him seemed to remain in perfect rhythm up until he was almost to the edge. Feeling a few well-placed and strong thrusts right into his prostate before the rhythm was lost altogether. Kario came with a loud moan of pleasure his muscles clenching even tighter around that amazing cock as he felt how he was being filled once more. That was a sensation that he never got used to no matter how many times a client came inside of him. It was always amazing, and he enjoyed it far more than he probably should. Panting he relaxed back against the blonde trying to calm his breathing as they relaxed there with each other for a moment.

 

Feeling how he was held tightly against the other’s body, he could even feel the man still buried inside of him. Feeling it start to soften as they laid there together, the head resting on his shoulder made him glanced towards the other. Their eyes meeting though for a moment neither of them spoke. When his client did speak though a pleased smile crossed his face, just to feel the kiss pressed to his cheek and then his throat. “Huh?” He questioned at first his mind still a bit scrambled after all the pleasure to realize exactly what the other was talking about.

 

Once it did register a soft blush spread across his face, thankfully is skin was already flushed from their very recent activity and it hid the blush well. “Oh… it’s nothing really.” Kario finally said turning his head enough to see the older man better. Gently he pressed his lips against the other’s in a kiss. What he had been about to say was no longer important, he honestly felt like it wasn’t even valid anymore. After breaking the kiss he did give him a small smile, “I think I could get used to this though.” He mused. How could he not though? Just relaxing in the other’s arms, so close. It truly felt like an intimate moment, minus the fact that the older man was still inside of him even if no longer erect. That was a trivial matter to him though and had nothing to do with how this really felt for him. He just enjoyed the feeling of the blonde’s strong arms around him and in a sense sharing their body heat despite the room temperature being comfortable on it’s own.

[-Hideki-]

Devon looked at the young man and what he heard there sounded more alarming to him than he had expected in two different ways. That he said that it at first had been just a measure used to survive brought him to the conclusion that the brothel or a similar situation where he had been paid for sex had been the first thing that he had experienced and that he had never slept with someone out of desire and because he wanted him or liked him. “Have you been a virgin when you’ve entered this brothel? Have you never had sex with someone you’ve liked out of mutual desire before you came here?” he asked with concern in his voice and he really hoped that he had gotten that wrong.

 

The other thing was that Kario stated he was addicted to sex. It didn’t really surprise Ashfield and it made sense that his body had come to crave dick like a drug but it still worried him. An addiction no matter what kind of addiction it was always had negative effects on the person who was addicted to something and if the black haired would be free from the brothel and in the outside world again the addiction would stay and could possibly ruin something for him again. Beside that the blond thought it would be nearly impossible for the handsome fellow to get that much sex in ever day life. Devon remembered what Kario was hoping for himself, what he wanted to have in his life but he doubted that one man would be able to satisfy a body that was craving sex 24/7, he knew that he at least wouldn’t be able to, he wouldn’t even be able to come close to enough in that case.

 

He knew he shouldn’t worry about the prostitute that much, those weren’t his problems after all but he was concerned. Again he wanted that the other would have a decent life and would be happy.

 

When Kario let him know that he indeed rarely enjoyed sex and that he mostly didn’t like it, he somehow guessed that he was falling into the category of those he liked to sleep with and when he saw the pleased smile on the other’s face when he offered experimenting together he knew that he had been right about that.

Ashfield smiled back at him and he was looking forward to doing all kinds of things together and he wanted to try some stuff that was new to him as well. Even though he was older than the other it didn’t mean that he had already done everything. “Let’s start right away.” he said to the other with a rather dirty smirk on his face and a wink.

 

 

 

 

The governor didn’t let go of the other while he was still calming his heart beat down from their activity. His lips kissed and sucked on the heated sweaty skin of the young male and it had an even more salty taste. When the young man answered him he laughed a muffled laugh that was dimmed because his lips were still pressed against the other’s back. He stopped the kissing for a moment to speak. “Really? I thought you had wanted to say something. It looked like it had been something more serious I should have known but if I got it wrong...” he said not really convinced that it really had been nothing but he wouldn’t push it further. If the black haired wanted to speak to him about whatever it had been he would, if not he wouldn’t.

 

Since he was pulled into a gentle kiss he hungrily returned it and let one of his hands caressingly and softly run over the other’s body and then down stroking the other man’s thigh.

 

 

When Kario broke the kiss and started to talk Devon finally pulled his flaccid cock out and listened closely to what the other told him while the black haired man’s hole was leaking so much cum that Devon’s body got stained with it as well because he was holding him that tight and close not planning on letting go of him anytime soon.

 

What he heard made him smile widely and he placed another kiss onto the man’s cheek and then nibbled on his ear. “So could I! I would love to fall asleep like this at night.” He confined to the other trying to press their bodies even closer onto each other. For a moment he imagine how it would be like to have someone in his life and got carried away in his thoughts while his hand was continuing to gently stroking and touching the other’s soft skin.

 

After a minute he was returning to the present and the actual reality again that restricted this to something temporary and something he paid for and he had liked his day dream more but that was just how it was. He smiled again and looked into the dark brown eyes of the other. “If you don’t have anything to ask me, I can ask my questions. What are your hobbies and interests? Is there something that fascinated you? If you get out of the contract what would you like to do in your free time?” he asked even though questions like that were more trivial than what he had asked before.

[Sathenus]

“Well… not… not really.” Kario replied to the questions finding it a little embarrassing that he was being asked such questions. But he understood why the older man was asking them of course, he could see it in the way that his client was watching him. For some reason his response to the question of what sex was to him had concerned the older man. “I wasn’t a virgin when I came to the brothel but… I haven’t had sex out of mutual desire before joining it either.” He was careful to say before joining, as he felt like the sex he had with the other man was out of mutual desire and that he wasn’t just a means of getting off. He hoped that his feelings were right about that at least, he wasn’t treated like a toy by the blonde, so it seemed only natural that this was his thoughts about them having sex.

 

“I ah… always thought before finally giving in and accepting the job here that sex was something I should only give to my partner. That it wasn’t something that I should give to just anyone but… I needed help financially and well… there was a man I met late one night. I ah… gave my virginity to him and he told me if I was his companion so to speak that he’d help me out financially.” Kario was sure that the other understood what he had meant by such words. “It didn’t last for very long he… wanted things from me I didn’t feel comfortable giving, so we went our separate ways.” Unfortunately, it meant it had left him in a position that was almost as hard if not harder than what he had been in before such a relationship. It also really sucked that his first time was given to a guy who had just wanted him for sex, just like most of his clients now.

 

Even then the man had tried to use his body more than it could take, tried to share it with his friends and humiliate him. All things Kario just couldn’t accept, all things he just couldn’t give. So it was natural that the relationship did not last long. The more he refused to do what the other wanted the quicker he noticed the other no longer wanted him around as much until they eventually just stopped talking. Maybe that was the reason why he had just signed the contract without really reading it. What was the point? At least he had a roof over his head and no longer had to worry about when his next meal was. Sure at first sex every day so many times a day was hard on his body, he couldn’t recall how many times he had been reduced to tears before the end of the day because of how many times he was taken.

 

That quite clearly wasn’t the case anymore. His body craved it now, and though it wasn’t enjoyable sex it was better than the way his body felt when he went without it. Whenever he fell ill, and clients were not permitted to see him his body would ache, the muscles seeming to grow tense and he felt like he was in so much pain until he got it again. So it was rather happily that he knew he had a rather strong immune system and didn’t get sick very often. It wasn’t fun for multiple reasons, but the main one was the desperation and ache that his body would suffer in the form of withdrawal until he got sex again.

 

 

A soft blush sprouted up on his face when he was told the other had thought he had wanted to say something, and that it had seemed like it was serious. Glancing away from the other slightly he didn’t respond. He had felt the laugh pressed against his back and knew that his client didn’t quite believe that he had not wanted to say anything. “Ah… maybe another time. I’m ah… still trying to figure it out.” He had of course wanted to say something to the man, but he had decided against it for a reason. Right now, he did not want to really discuss it as he was trying to think it over. That wasn’t to say he wouldn’t eventually tell him, once Kario had a bit more time to think on his thoughts and what he had wanted to say then he wouldn’t mind sharing it. But there was just some things he felt like he couldn’t share or ask until they were fully thought through.

 

Kario was quite pleased when the kiss he had initiated was not only returned but was returned rather hungrily. Moaning into it as he felt a hand caressing him gently running over his body before moving down his leg and stroking his thigh. Despite having reached his climax twice now his body couldn’t help but feel small sparks of pleasure from such a simple action.

 

Once the kiss was broken and he felt the older man finally withdraw from inside of him he groaned softly. He had been enjoying the feeling of the other inside of him, even though he had gone flaccid by that point. Still he didn’t complain, and he could feel the seed leaking from his hole again as they continued lying there with each other. “So would I.” He admitted. Kario would love nothing more than for them to be able to fall asleep like this together, but unfortunately it just wasn’t possible. No matter how much either of them seemed to want it to be.

 

“Hobbies?” Kario replied thinking about it for a moment. “I mean… I always liked the outdoors. My family might not have had much and struggled but camping and spending time outside was always something we enjoyed.” As far as hobbies went Kario pretty much liked anything that had to do with the outdoors, “I’m a fan of reading too.” He added. Even now he didn’t really have much, his life was dictated by schedule and nothing ever happened outside of it. “I honestly don’t know what I would do during my free time but… I mean I guess by the time that ever happens I will have figured it out. I mean… even if I don’t know what I would do with it before I got out of here I’d have time to figure it out. Maybe try something new.” He commented with a shrug.

 

He was honest when he said that he really wasn’t sure, he truly didn’t know what he would do with his free time upon leaving the brothel. Hell, he hadn’t even figure out how he was going to handle the sex withdrawal upon leaving the brothel and in his opinion, that was more important. Considering when he had been sick it had been almost too much to handle and he knew just how incapacitated he could become depending on just how long he went without it. Of course, he had to figure out a way to in the end ween his body off of having sex constantly, but for now it wasn’t something he really had to worry about.

[-Hideki-]

Ashfield didn’t say anything the entire time, he carefully listened to what was said and his facial expression was getting darker the more he got to know. He had been right after all even though he had wished to be wrong. So this was all the other had known. Guys paying him to using him as they pleased! Devon felt a little sick when he heard that that man had demanded things from Kario the other hadn’t been willing and able to give him and the blond could only imagine what sick shit that had probably been and he started feeling protective about the younger man again wanting to revenge him so to speak. “Those people were disgusting individuals.” He said trying to not let his anger about those men shine through too obviously. “I hope that you see me in a different way as them and that even though I technically pay you too, you don’t see me in the same category as that scum.” The governor spoke. Sure, he had gotten that the other liked him and liked their sex but he still wanted to make sure that he wasn’t like those guys and that he wasn’t lumped into the same category with them due to being a client.

 

 

There was another thing that was consuming his mind and that was a not exactly trivial aspect. That Kario had gone as far as to throwing away his own ideals about seeing sex as something special that he shall only give to a partner over board for some paper money. It was impossible for him to imagine in what miserable situation and condition one had to be to do that. Money had never been a problem in his world, more like something to juggle with on paper. But that there were people like this who weren’t lazy – and Kario really didn’t seem lazy or unwilling to him – who had to do that to survive baffled him and he still tried to fit this into his worldview where someone like the black haired prostitute with a high-school degree should have gotten a normal job and poor people only were poor due to their own fault.

 

Normally he had never thought about the people down there on the end of the chain, he didn’t know about their lives about their situations, about how they had gotten into it. And he had thought that whores had done severe mistakes like drug use or committing a crime in their lives that had led them into having to do something like that. That normal people would do that for money had never occurred to him. And now that he was listening to this he was thinking about it and he was even starting to question if there could have been measures done by the government of the state that it wouldn’t have come to something like this what was completely atypical for him as he normally thought that the state should keep out of most things especially the market and anything that had to do with money and that everyone had a responsibility for themselves and that the main task of the government was to keep law and order.

 

“Do you think that if policies in the state had been different, that there could have been something done that would have helped you in your bad situation to stabilize you in a way that would have made it possible for you to get into a proper career and life where you could have supported yourself on your own then?” he asked the prostitute and he was surprising himself by doing so because it went against his own political opinion and in his mind he could feel his father slapping his face for the second time in his life, telling him that he disinherited him for good now.

 

 

 

 

Devon was a little surprised when the young man let him know that he had to figure it out further before he would be comfortable to talk to him about it and now he got the notion that it had probably been even more serious and deeper than he had thought. Curiosity took him over but he knew that he had no right to make the other talk or to push him to and he didn’t want to do something like that either. If he needed time, he needed time. “Take the time you need to figure out what you need to figure out first. I won’t ask you regarding that anymore, even though I have to admit that curiosity has gotten a hold of me.” He confessed with a smile and a chuckle and then turned back to kissing the black haired man’s body enjoying their closeness.

 

 

A smirk crossed his face when Kario moaned into their kiss and he could examine that the other was finding his gentle touches pleasuring and seeing that made him look forward to them doing it another time. It made him even happier to hear that the other would have loved to fall asleep being held by him like that as well and his smirk turned into a sincere smile.

 

 

Interested he listened to what Kario had to tell him about his hobbies and the things he enjoyed and he was rather surprised when he mentioned camping and the outdoors as he had never expected that. “I hadn’t expected that.” He honestly told the other. “I’ve spend some times in the outdoors as well when I was a kid and a teen. We went to the hunting lodge of my grandfather and my father and grandfather taught me how to hunt. I sucked at first but I tried really hard to get better than both of them and one time I managed it and shot more animals than both of them together.” He remembered with a laugh and it had probably been the first and only time his father had actually declared being proud of him.

 

“I have never gone camping though. Do you think I would be good at it?” he asked in a joking way because he couldn’t really imagine himself sleeping in a tent instead of the luxurious hunting lodge.

“Have you ever gone hunting?” he asked then. He actually liked the idea of taking Kario to the hunting lodge he had inherited from his grandfather even though it wasn’t exactly Ashfield’s hobby or anything and impossible on top of that. But he could imagine that the young man would have liked it if he loved the outdoors.

 

That the other liked to read wasn’t surprising and it had actually been something he could have imagined the other enjoying and he thought that it was fiction the other liked but he couldn’t be sure about that. “What do you like reading then? Do you have a favourite book?” he asked and then said:” I enjoy reading about ancient Rome and Greece the most.” This was true he was fascinated with it and he didn’t only collect their artwork. Of course Devon read a lot about politics and economics as well but that interest was mostly work related.

 

 

Ashfield grinned when he heard that the other wanted to try new things and he sucked down on the other’s neck. “Trying new things and collecting new experiences is always a good thing.” He spoke and made the younger man a giant love bite on his neck and then on his throat. “I would love to be the one you could try new things.” He confessed even though it had no point because he couldn’t be anything for the other, he couldn’t even be fully himself for himself.

[Sathenus]

Kario wasn’t completely unaware of the anger in the man’s voice when he spoke about the men who had used him before. It seemed any time they talked about the men who currently used him and how they treated him as well as any in the past only seemed to anger his client. It made him wonder why the older man insisted on asking questions like that then. Asking questions that would just show the blonde how things have been for him. If it upset or angered him Kario knew he didn’t want to share such information. Not because he didn’t like the man, since he really did, but because he didn’t want him to be upset didn’t want him to be angry. It was in the past, at least as far as that man went, and though the same could not be said for the other clients he served he didn’t see any reason to be bothered by that information.

 

“Of course I don’t.” Kario replied turning his head a little more to see the other better. He didn’t think of him like the other men who used him for sex. The blonde had never made him feel like he was just an object, a toy to be used or abused however he wanted. So it seemed only fair that he didn’t throw the man in the same category as those who did treat him that way, even if he knew that he was still a client. That this was still a service that was being paid for. At least he didn’t always feel like he was servicing the man, rather he felt like at this point it was mutual attraction that kept the other coming back. “You aren’t like those other men.” Kario added after some silence had passed between them. He wanted the other to know that he truly didn’t feel like he was like the others. He knew for a fact that the older man wasn’t.

 

“No.” He responded without needing to think it over. Kario did not remotely think if policies had been different in the state that maybe there could have been something done to help in out of the situation he had been in. After a moment he figured he should elaborate on that. “I mean… not that the state can control anyway. I’m sure there are programs out there that could have helped me, or an organization that I could have reached out to. The problem falls on not knowing where to turn, not knowing what is out there to help or if you even qualify for their assistance. So you just kind of… turn to what is available. Turn to whatever had presented itself to you. Maybe if I had been aware of some program that could have helped me things would be different. But I try not to think about the what if’s, what happened has happened. There isn’t any changing that now.”

 

He truly didn’t feel like the state could have done anything to help him or to keep him from ending up where he was now. In most cases he did fully blame himself for where he ended up. Often asking himself if he had tried hard enough, or if he had just given up to early. Even if he had struggled for so long and had ended up on the street more times than he could count there was always that part of him who knew in the end the reason for him being here was entirely his fault. There could have been some organization or program he could have reached out to, but if there was he didn’t know about it. That was the problem. To him it was that people like him didn’t know who to turn to, didn’t know who to reach out to or if there even was someone to reach out to. He had no one to help him out, no family to turn to with his parents still struggling themselves, no partner or lover to turn to when he relied on them to help support him to begin with and it was never a mutual attraction. So, in the end he knew it was his fault.

 

Shrugging he tried to dismiss the topic with the simple motion. Almost as if saying that things would have ended the same even if state policies were different. He was almost certain that they would have.

 

 

Nodding his thanks when he was told he could take the time he needed to figure things out before they talked about it. He was glad that the subject wasn’t going to be pressed, giving him a true chance to try to figure out how to go about what had been on his mind and think it over completely. Instead he just allowed himself to remain relaxed in the other’s arms and enjoy the feeling of the kisses that were being pressed along his body.

 

As their conversation settled momentarily on the topic of camping Kario listened to the story he was being told. He was sure that having said he enjoyed the outdoors and camping was something that had surprised his client. It was something most people wouldn’t expect from him. But when he was younger it was something they did a lot, something they didn’t have to pay to do considering how they didn’t have the money for most things as it was. It was one of very few things they had done as a family for as long as he could remember. Something the other said caught his attention drawing him from his thoughts. Hunting? That was something he had never done, and he didn’t know anyone who did, or at least he hadn’t until now.

 

Kario thought about the question for a moment, seriously considering if the other would be good at camping. “I don’t see why you wouldn’t be.” He admitted. It didn’t really take much in his opinion to be good at camping. You also didn’t need much to be good at it. So he saw no reason as to why the other couldn’t be good at camping. Not to mention if he wasn’t at first the more he did it the better he would become so even if he wasn’t he could eventually be. When he was asked if he had ever gone hunting he shook his head, “No. I don’t have it in me to do that.” There was a part of Kario that was sure he would not be able to do so. He had a large respect for wildlife, and though he did know that a lot of hunting was to help keep the balance he still felt his heart break at the idea. He could understand hunting to eat, for food, and using just about every part of the animal in some way. He could not accept or understand hunting for sport. Trophy hunting. But that was something he didn’t say aloud.

 

There was no point in voicing his opinion on that matter either. So he just left it with what he had already said, that he had not gone hunting before and that he didn’t have it in him to do so. It got his mind wandering, and he hoped that the older man wouldn’t take such simple words the wrong way. He was not remotely judging his client for what he had done with his grandfather and father growing up, or even what he might continue to do. Everyone was different, and everyone’s outlook was different. The world would be a boring place if everyone was exactly the same after all.

 

The subject turned to him liking to read at that point and he was asked a rather hard question to answer. There wasn’t really one thing that he enjoyed reading, he read so many different genres of books that it was hard to choose what might be his favorite. Hearing that the other enjoyed reading about ancient Rome and Greece got his mind racing as well. Kario himself had a soft spot for ancient Egypt. Something he never discussed with anyone because he was a topic that had never come up. Even now he didn’t really voice that more of decided to answer the questions. “I don’t really like one particular type more than any other. I will say I don’t care much for documentaries though, I suppose it’s because there really isn’t anyone whose life story I really want to know. I don’t have a favorite book either, it’s hard to pick just one book that is your favorite.”

 

Maybe he was the only one who had a hard time picking just one book, but he was sure that it wasn’t that uncommon. Especially for the avid reader. The harder it was for him to pick a favorite. That really just seemed natural to him. "What do you enjoy about ancient Rome and Greece?" Kario finally asked a bit curious. It wasn't like he hadn't read a few things himself, but never enough to really take much in about the culture. He was curious though, maybe this was his chance to see if those civilizations could end up peaking his interest.

 

“That’s true.” He agreed with a nod. It was good to try new things and gain new experiences. It helped you grow as a person, and it really did help you discover things that you did and didn’t like. That went even outside of just experimenting sexually. In general, that was a good rule to follow. Kario spare the other a glance at the feeling of his lips once more on his neck, leaving a very clear mark before doing the same to his throat. There was absolutely no complaint from him. Instead he just groaned softly before shifting to face the other a little better. There was a really pleased expression that crossed his face to be told that the other man would love to be the person he could try new things with.

 

Even if Kario knew that whatever this was between them could only exist for as long as he was working at the brothel and for as long as the other man continued to visit it, those words meant a lot. It was nice to have someone he felt like he could trust, and who he wanted to experiment and experience new things with. “Well… I’m sure we will have plenty of chances to do so.” He replied with a smile. At least he really hoped that they were going to have plenty of opportunities to do so.

[-Hideki-]

He couldn’t help himself but feeling reassured and relieved when the other promptly told him that he didn’t throw him into the same category as those other guys and a smile returned to his face. When he heard how sincerely Kario told him that he wasn’t like them his heart started to flicker like the flame of a candle. It just had the ring to him that he was something more; something special to the other even though he was most likely interpreting too much into it and it was a little silly and light headed, something Ashfield usually couldn’t allow himself to be. His face had a rather contented expression on it now even though he still hoped that he could protect the younger man more. Devon had always been a protective fellow and he knew that not everyone appreciated him getting furious and overboard when he got the notion of someone he valued getting or have gotten hurt by other's but that was just how he was like.

 

The answer to his more political question came just as immediately and it was a really interesting one too at least to him. The response the black haired man gave him was completely different from what Claris Miller or any other politicians from the opposition preached would help the poor people and Devon wondered if those who constantly claimed to speak for the poor people and who campaigned on their backs had actually ever really talked to them about what they thought now. And he kind of doubted that Claris or Theodore had spoken to more people like Kario than the governor himself had. And it felt like a small triumph over them for him and his own political stand in some way.

 

But there still was something he had not taken into account as well. The prostitute was stating that there were institutions and organisations that might have helped him already but that he just didn’t know how to reach out to someone and to find access to the programs. Ashfield concluded that there was not enough information available and that the information that was there wasn’t easily enough to get the hands on for people in Kario’s situation whose parents apparently hadn’t been able to teach their kids important practical life skills and how to support themselves or what resources were available for them. This led to him thinking that one needed to improve the accessibility of the information and to teach young people in poor districts whose parents weren’t able to educated them in practical life skills because they didn’t have them as well those skills and how to gather information and help oneself out of a crisis in their rundown public schools Devon would have liked to close down and privatise instead. Caught in his thoughts he scratched his chin thinking about talking about a pilot project with his advisors and assistants and letting it run to see if it got any positive results.

 

His thoughts were hooked on that matter and problem solving now and it wasn’t really surprising because finding solutions for such problems was his job. The blond barely recognised that Kario thought that was a matter of his past and not relevant but what was his past most likely was the present or the future of quite some other people in the state and he was becoming ambitious now to be their governor and support them as well even though he had ignored them or rather been mostly unaware of them before.

 

When he saw the other shrug he got that he and his topics of conversation apparently were not exactly entertaining to the other and he chuckled. “I’m sorry I didn’t want to bore you. It’s really interesting to me though, it’s my .....” Ashfield wanted to say ‘job’ but he switched to something else instead. “You aren’t exactly interested in politics are you?” the older man wanted to know with a smile.

 

 

 

It honestly surprised him when the other said that he didn’t know why Devon wouldn’t be good at camping even though he himself knew quite a few. Sleeping on the ground, no proper sanitary installations and no comfort were some of them. “You really could imagine me camping. Well, maybe I should try then even though I doubt that I’d survive this. You’d have to help me out for sure.” He let the other know in a playful way. “I tell you a secret, I’m maybe a tiny bit spoiled in some ways. But don’t tell anyone that I acknowledged that.” Now the blond laughed placing his leg above Kario’s attempting to even interlock their toes.

 

 

The golden eyes looked into the brown ones when the younger man told him he didn’t have it in him to kill a living creature. An awkward smile crept into the governors face and he started laughing also a little awkwardly. “Sure, shooting Bambi’s mum dead isn’t everyone’s thing I suppose. I should have probably known that it wasn’t something you would like or be able to do.” Ashfield admitted and then added:”You are too cute and kind hearted for that. At least I know that if I make you a present it shouldn’t contain pieces of dead animals now.” The blond said in a joking tone. “You’d still like the hunting lodge though I guess. It has a great location in the outdoors, surrounded by stunning landscapes ... or maybe you wouldn’t like it after all...” he then concluded remembering that his luxurious hunting lodge was full of hunting trophies.

 

Talking about reading did go more smoothly and there wasn’t any controversy surrounding that subject as well. Kario couldn’t really tell him anything specific he liked to read but it didn’t matter. Not everyone had a favourite book, he himself didn’t have one either, but many other people on the other hand had favourite’s books, authors or genres. And Devon himself clearly preferred non-fiction over fiction. He found it positive that the black haired man apparently was interested into why he was fascinated by ancient Rome and Greece and he hoped that the young man would ask him more question and would show even more interest in him.

 

Ashfield thought how to summarise his interest in a short version and then he opened his mouth to speak again:”I’m interested in their social hierarchy and social life, their philosophy and spirit of life, the artwork and architecture, their political system and its development, the androcentrism that was quite the opposite of the gynocentrism of our society nowadays, back there men were considered the handsome gender for example, and specifically regarding Rome their military history and the management of an empire that was that gigantic. Those are the main components that fascinate me.” Devon thought he had kept it short enough and had covered the most important points. “I also like the bathhouses!” he added much less serious and with a dirty smirk on his pale face. “Is there a specific topic that you enjoy to learn about or are passionate about?” he then wanted to know from the other because he still didn’t know much about what the young man liked.

 

A smirk crossed his face when Kario groaned while he was sucking and kissing on the man’s skin leaving his marks and it made him eager to leave some more of them. For some reason Ashfield wanted to mark him, he wanted those other clients to see this and to think about the governors lips on the young man’s body. They probably wouldn’t care because they had never developed a connection to a prostitute like the blond had without being able to stop himself from doing so and he felt that he was slowly becoming more and more possessive about the other and that would hurt him because the black haired couldn’t be his and Devon couldn’t be the only one to him.

 

The pleased expression on the young male’s face when he declared that he wanted to be the one to try new things with him however made him happy and a wide smile crossed his face. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the attractive man with a telling smirk when he told him that they would have plenty chances to try new things. “Certainly” he said grinning and his hand that had caressed the other’s body was grabbing Kario’s balls. “But those types of new experiences weren’t the only ones I meant Kario.” He breathed into the other’s ear before sexually and slightly biting and nibbling on the other’s earlobe. “Let’s get into that shower and be even closer again there.” The blond said getting a little turned on by the thought already.

[Sathenus]

Lying there in silence Kario just enjoyed their closeness, not really minding that his client seemed to be deep in though. It wasn’t that big of a deal to him, it wasn’t like he felt like they needed to talk. Kario’s eyes drifted shut as they laid there together, and for a moment he truly did feel like he could just fall asleep in the other’s arms. Even if he knew it was far too early for him to do such things. Humming softly, he acknowledged that the other was speaking, listening to what was being asked of him. But that wasn’t what had caught his attention as he opened his eyes and glanced over his shoulder to the blonde once more. Would it be wrong of him to ask what he had been about to say before suddenly stopping and asking him if he was even interested in politics?

 

It had sounded to Kario like the other man was about to give more about himself away than he felt like he should know. For a moment he wondered if the older man would ever trust him with more about his life. He gave more about himself every time the man visited, and yet he still felt like he knew little to nothing of the other man. Part of him knew it was probably best that way, but there was still that other part that really wished he knew more about the man he was growing so attached to. His gaze broke as he glanced down at where the older man’s arms were still wrapped around him before he decided to let what had been said and suddenly changed drop, answering the question instead. “You didn’t bore me I just don’t see a point in trying to keep up with something that’s never really benefited me.” He admitted with a shrug.

 

Politics were complicated, he knew that. But they had also never seemed to help him in any way. Even before he had started working at the brothel he did not keep up to date with politics. It all seemed as if anyone running for any position in politics lied to anyone who would listen just to get reelected. That wasn’t anything he was interested in, and he would be completely honest when saying that before joining the brothel he never voted once. Now that he lived his life in this very room, without ever leaving he was even more in the dark of what was happening in the political world than he had been before. Kario didn’t see that as an inconvenience though. After a moment of silence, he spoke again, “I mean… everyone claims to want to help the poor. I just… feel like people say that to get votes from those who think they are helping or making a difference but that those promises are never truly followed through. So many families would benefit from even the smallest outreach but none of them will ever get it.”

 

Of course, that was his opinion. Kario just felt liked politicians used the poor as a campaign ad, things sounded better when you were “doing it for the poor” versus any other reason. He just truly felt like any promises made in the defense of the poor were empty promises that would never be fulfilled. At least, that was what he grew up believing. After trying to make it on his own and still struggling to support himself despite doing his best to get and keep a job he had just… given up. Even though he knew there could be some organization he might have been able to reach out to. He had no access to such things though, he had no idea who to turn to for help. The brothel had seemed like the only choice, after all, they had approached him first.

 

 

Smiling brightly at the older man he listened as he said he might have to try camping though he doubted he’d survive it. It was true that it wasn’t for everyone, but he figured if the man could hunt, he could camp. Even if he knew that hunting was quite different considering you didn’t have to sleep in a tent while you were hunting. He knew many people slept in hunting lodges or cabins. Kind of ruined the whole outdoor aspect in his opinion, but maybe that was because his family could never afford such things. Watching the other life his leg above his own just to try to interlock their toes too made him laugh. “I mean… I’d say I would be more than happy to go camping with you, because truly I would be. But… we both know that is not possible.” As much as Kario would love to go camping with the other man he knew he couldn’t. He lived within these walls, and like the blonde had already told him, once they left they probably would never see each other again.

 

It would be impossible for a man of the other’s rank to be involved with him outside of these walls even if just as friends. That and Kario would not be able to accept just being friends with the other man. So there was no point in trying to get his hopes up that they would ever get a chance to camp together. Listening as the older man spoke again a slight blush sprouted across his cheeks when he was told that he was too cute and kind hearted for hunting. He wasn’t sure if that was a true compliment or if he should feel a bit insulted, but he honestly leaned more towards the first. He felt no reason to be bothered by the fact that he did not have it in him to kill a living creature. Even if it was a wild animal. “I just feel like they should be respected. They have as much right to the world as we do and yet humans in general treat them with so little respect. I have no problem with hunting for food, or to benefit someone in need just not for sport.” He informed his client.

 

He figured the other already knew that, especially when he was told that at least now he knew not to give him a gift that contained any pieces of a dead animal. Kario would very much appreciate not receiving any such gifts. His heart would just shatter for the animal that had lost its life just for that purpose. What he wasn’t expecting was to be told that maybe he wouldn’t like the hunting lodge after all then, it made it clear to him that there must be hunting trophies within the building to give his client that impression. “I honestly can’t say whether or not I would.” He did not know this lodge, and even despite his feelings towards trophy hunting he could not say he would not like something just because of the presence of such trophies. Would he feel bad for those animals? Of course he would. But he would not allow that to dictate whether he liked a place.

 

Listening as he was told why the other like ancient Rome and Greece, Kario listened intently. He was interested in this aspect of the other man and though there was a lot he didn’t know about him he felt like this was a step in the right direction to learn more about his client. “Their political system?” Kario repeated a little curious. This was the second-time politics seemed to come up in their conversation. Why was his client interested in the political system of such civilizations? Was there something he was missing here? Or was such a thing just truly interesting? He didn’t really know, but he had asked anyway. The dirty smirk he received at the mention of the bathhouses made him raise an eyebrow even if he got a hint as to why he liked them as well. “Hmm… I’ll admit I don’t know anything about their bathhouses, or… much about either of those civilizations in general.” He replied though he did give the other man a small smile.

 

The question of if he had a specific topic that he enjoyed learning about or was passionate about made him hesitate for a moment. Was it worth mentioning? After a small shrug he spoke, “Ancient Egypt has always been a fascination of mine. Their mythology more specifically.” He replied. Mythology in general was of interest to him, though Egyptian was at the top of that list Norse wasn’t far behind. Such things had always fascinated him, and he liked to be able to see how similar or different such things were to different civilizations. Despite that, he didn’t have much access to books, much less books on such topics. Even while he had been in school, his schools didn’t really have books on other civilizations.

 

Those lips continued to kiss and suck on his skin, making him feel like his client was even more intent to mark it. Kario personally didn’t feel like it would make any difference, but he did like the idea that the other man like him enough to want to do such a thing. When he noticed the pleased expression, he received upon telling the older man that he wanted to have the other try new things with him it made him even happier as well. A surprised sound escaped him when his balls were grabbed, his body had jumped slightly from the surprise, but he relaxed himself back against his client.

 

Brown eyes locking on golden as he listened, being told that those were not the only types of new experiences he had meant. That confused him a little, what other experiences did he mean? Before he was given a chance to ask such a thing his ear love was bitten once more, and he was told that they should get into the shower and be even closer again. That made his body ignite in pleasure and he was more than willing to do just that. Carefully he disentangled himself from the other man after his balls had been released of course. He was in no way about to try to wiggle away while they were still in his client’s hand. Once he slipped off the bed he held his hand out to the blonde a small smirk crossing his face.

 

“Come on then.” Kario waited until his hand was taken before leading the other into the bathroom. Leaning forward he turned the water on for the shower, making sure that the temperature was just right. No matter how eager he was for them to get into the shower and be close again he did not want them to freeze nor did he want them to get burnt from it being too hot. Once he was sure it was just right he straightened up and turned back to the older man, “It’s ready.” He said as he waited for the older man to get in first though he was sure to be quick to follow.

[-Hideki-]

What followed to his question of whether the young man was interested in politics was quite disenchanting to Devon because he got aware that what Kario had said earlier wasn’t an agreement to his political position but rather an expression of being disappointed of and having no trust in the government of the state and probably not in that of the nation as well. He asked himself how many poor people had become apathetic to politics due to the feeling that nothing ever changed and that no one truly cared anyway just like the prostitute. At least he knew what Clarence’s son thought about politicians and that guy wasn’t even to be called poor he was unlucky and unhappy though. It was a little relieving that the young man seemed apathetic and disappointed about the politicians but not full of deeply ingrained hate and rage against them.

 

Ashfield listened closely to what the black haired had to say and he could definitely truthfully say that he had never used the poor for campaigning. He had other subjects and ways of collecting public points to get re-elected. But that being said he definitely had never done anything for the poor either, he had never cared about them or even thought about them. Was that better? Or worse? Or on the same level? More honest maybe?

The blond had to repress a laugh; he did play the game, just as Claris or everyone else played the game. The blond man had been accused of corruption, he or rather his father used all means necessary to win the election and he denied what he was to not lose the votes and his position. He had even attempted to build a token family to further his career, he had even been married to a supermodel that had often appeared in the advertisement for the corporation’s companies and his father had chosen for him.

 

Hence, even though he really was ambitious to solve problems, to leave his mark and a positive impact on the state with his politics and didn’t like the game or the campaigns much he was a normal politician. A politician like Kario talked about just that he had never campaigned on the back of the poor. If the young man came to know who he was and that he was in fact the governor would his perception of him change? How would he see him then and what would he think about him? Would he only see a corrupt self-centred power-hungry liar who deceived his voters and made empty promises? Devon had never seen himself as deceiving anyone but in some ways he had to admit to himself that he was. He was playing a straight man. He was even playing a believer at times even though he didn’t believe in god and wasn’t fond of religious ideologies just for the traditionalist and religious votes and those were quite many. Maybe he should have changed residence. If he had changed residence he would have much higher chances to win as a gay man, as himself, as well for his ideas. Then he asked himself how popular his ideas even were elsewhere. And after that he reminded himself that it didn’t matter at all because this was his state and not another one.

 

The older man stayed suspiciously silent because he didn’t know what to say to this. Surely he could condemn those who campaigned on the backs of the poor people and who chanted income equality like Ashfield’s religious voters their prayers but he wasn’t campaigning in this moment and he felt like even though he didn’t use that one particular topic that he was still one of those Kario talked about. Devon didn’t know for how long the young male had already worked in the brothel and had no contact to the outside world but if it had been less than four years he had lived under the blond’s politics. And before the heir of Ashfield Corporation another man from his own party had been governor and the one before that guy had been from his party as well. So when the black haired talked about empty promises and politicians not doing anything that benefited people like him he was talking about people like Devon and it made him reflect his own actions. Even though the opposition was portraying him as arrogant he really wasn’t arrogant. He was able to reflecting and being self-critical in a healthy way.

 

 

 

A chuckle escaped him and he smiled a little melancholically when the other ruined his little camping fantasy. “I know that. I just like to imagine things sometimes. I’m quite imaginative and I like going through ideas in my mind sometimes just for fun. But whether you believe it or not, I can have quite productive ideas as well, those I ambitiously pursue and make become reality. I can even be visionary sometimes.” He let Kario know and he actually made it and interlocked their toes. “Don’t you like letting your mind run free from time to time?” he then asked curios as to what the young man would answer to such a question.

 

 

There was a wide smirk on his face when he saw the other blush when he told him that he was too cute for something like that and Ashfield had meant it as a compliment. Kario seemed considerate and kind and that weren’t dominant traits in the people he usually was surrounded by or worked with. No other man he knew would have stated that he didn’t have it in him to kill an animal, even if he actually didn’t have it in him or especially then. He liked that the other didn’t seem to bother and had stated that he couldn’t do it. The blond smiled when the black haired actually shared his opinion with him. He hoped that the younger man would do that more in the near future. “Well, I’d say my attempt of impressing you with having shot more than my grandpa and my father together has kind of backfired.” Ashfield said and laughed. “But I am sure one day I’ll find something that you’ll find impressive about me.” He winked and then spoke again:”On a more serious note, it is a valid opinion that fits your character and I respect that. I must say that I am glad that you don’t have a problem with meat eating, because I really love meat and am not a fan of eating grass, just in case we’ll have dinner in this bed sometime.” Then he found that he indeed liked that idea. “Do they even offer food here too?”

 

 

Ashfield couldn’t understand why it surprised the prostitute that he was interested in the political systems of ancient Rome and Greece. He found that subject genuinely fascinating and his eyes shone a little when he told Kario:” The Athenian democracy is the first known democracy after all. And isn’t it thrilling to learn about how such a giant empire like the Roman Empire was governed? This is relevant and interesting ancient political history.” The blond man was sure that everyone could see how this was truly interesting but then he reminded himself that the black haired man didn’t seem to be interested in current politics and probably was even less interested in political history then. “Maybe it isn’t for everyone though. But I am certainly interested in politics.” It would have been really bad if a politician wasn’t interested in politics after all, so it shouldn’t be that special. “I also find analysing different political systems interesting. I would probably have made a good student of political science but I have actually studied banking and finance management.” He let the other know because he thought that was something safe to tell him.

 

The blond man laughed when the young male told him he didn’t know much about the bathhouses nor about ancient Rome and Greece. “No problem. It’s a little obsession of mine,” that was an understatement, “but most people don’t really care too much about the topic. I have actually asked the architect to rebuilt one of those bathhouses in my mansion but it only comes close and I don’t really use it because it’s no fun alone.” He continued and revealed just how much of an understatement that was. “I have a lot of artwork too, I collect it.” He added. “Did you collect anything before you came here?” he wanted to know.

 

 

That mythology fascinated the other man was something he found quite fitting as well as myths had something cryptic and deep about them or so he thought. Devon didn’t know much about mythology and he also wasn’t an expert on Egypt. “You could probably teach me something about this then. I don’t know much about mythology, only some of Rome and Greece and actually a little bit of Norse mythology as well because my ancestry is mostly Celtic from my dad’s side and Nordic, Germanic from my mum’s side. My maternal grandfather had quite some knowledge about that and he shared some stories with me when I was a child. I remember a little but not everything.” He explained and then went to asking a little deeper. “What is it that fascinates you about myths and legends? Do you have a favourite myths or god and if so why do they fascinate you the most? “ he wanted to know but he wasn’t finished with his questions just yet, he had more things to ask. “Also why Egypt? What fascinates you about Egypt that much? Is that where your name comes from? Are you of Egyptian heritage? Or where does the name Kario come from?” he was truly interested in the younger man.

 

The golden eyes of Devon blinked like golden coins in the sun when the young man seemed that eager to get into the bathroom with him. The politician got out of the bed himself and took the hand the younger offered to him as he followed him with an unapologetic stare at the cum leaking hot arse Kario possessed. Ashfield was getting horny again and he was surprised just how horny he was even though he had just ejaculated twice. Considering that before he had stepped into the brothel he had only masturbated when necessary or he had felt like it, it was quite a thing how much Kario turned him on and how greedy for him and sex he was making him.

 

 

He did everything else but to complain about the younger male taking his time to get the right temperature for them as this granted him that delicious view again and his eyes took full advantage of it wandering over every centimetre of the black haired male’s body. He got a little excited already and he had to stay disciplined to not just take him right there. His eyes filled with lust again he nodded as the other told him that it was ready and he stepped inside letting the water run over his body, his look on Kario waiting for him to join him. The other soon followed and Ashfield didn’t let him much time to get used to the water because he pulled him close and kissed him as if he was a wild beast attempting to devour him.

 

 

The governor didn’t break the kiss when he pinned Kario against the wall of the shower, letting their wet skin touch and his hands running over his body. His right hand got hold of the black haired man’s cock again and he played around with his foreskin before he started stroking the other man’s length while he was directly placing the other’s hand on his dick because he wanted or felt like he needed to be touched and stroked there right in that moment. His breathe got heavy and he caught fire again getting hard in the other’s hand and feeling how the young man got hard in his.

 

 

Moaning he looked into the prostitutes eyes when he stopped stroking the other’s member and pulled him into another kiss before he lifted the younger man up supporting him with his hand under his butt. “Wrap your legs around my waist and your arms around my neck.” He heavily breathed into the black haired man’s ear when his rock hard cock entered the other’s hole and he began penetrating him, looking him directly into his handsome dark eyes moaning and groaning from the pleasure running through his body from his cock that was in the strong grip of the other’s tight hole again.

[Sathenus]

Aware of the silence that had settled after he spoke about his own outlook on politics and politician’s he turned his head to look at his client. The blonde appeared to be deep in thought, it made Kario himself wonder what the man was possible thinking about. Was it really that important though? Considering when his client did speak again it was not remotely on the topic of what had just been discussed he decided that it must not be. If the older man did not want to speak about what had been on his mind, then he was not about to question it. Instead leaning back against the warm broad chest behind him once more, and just again enjoying the contact of their bodies. It was nice, and he really wished that he could get used to something like this.

 

It just was not possible though. No matter how much he wanted it to be there was no changing how things were. “Not really.” He responded to the question. Allowing his mind to run free usually meant it focused on fears for the future, or the depression he sometimes felt with his life now. “Letting my mind run free tends for it to focus on things I’m normally to busy to let bother me.” He added. While Kario enjoyed being able to speak his mind with the older man, there were some things he kept to himself. He may serve his clients however the wish, like his contract stated, it didn’t mean that it was always happily, or that he didn’t have his depressive moments. It was always just hidden behind something else. At night was when his mind could slow down and focus on such things, and it was usually during that time that he struggled to keep his mind on other things. Letting it run free was not something that he normally did. Knowing it would just focus on something painful in the end.

 

Granted… whenever the blonde was on his mind and his mind ran free it wasn’t anything bad. But it was still running over things that in the end were painful. Knowing he could never have what he wanted with the other man. Shaking his head slightly he locked their eyes once more noticing the wide smirk that crossed his client’s face when he had blushed. It took all he had not to blush an even darker shade of red at the other’s reaction. “I’m sure there are lots of things that are impressive about you.” He responded with a smile. There was absolutely no doubt in Kario’s mind that there were quite a few things that were probably impressive about the other man. And he honestly looked forward to learning more about him, well… as much as his client was willing to share that is. He felt like the blonde knew more about him than he did his client. Granted, that wasn’t such an uncommon thing.

 

Unable not to keep himself from laughing he laughed softly hearing that the other was not a fan of eating grass. Kario had to admit, he enjoyed meat himself, there was no way he could be a vegetarian. “I suppose they would if you asked. I mean… most people come here, fuck and leave. That isn’t to say that some haven’t gotten attached and tend to spend more time here, so I would assume that they would offer it.” It wasn’t like it was completely unheard of for a client to grow attached to the boy that serviced them. Kario had heard of it happening before, so he was sure that the brothel would offer different types of services to keep such a client happy, especially when they tended to spend more time here. Their money was still just as important as any other client’s, if not a little bit more.

 

Shrugging when he heard the older man speak about the ancient politics and asking him if he thought it was trilling to learn how such a giant empire had been governed. “I suppose if I was more interested in politics it would be.” He admitted. Considering he wasn’t big on politics such a thing wasn’t that interesting to him. He wasn’t curious about how it had been governed, even though he was sure it had been done well from what little he did know about ancient Rome and Greece. “Banking and financial management?” Kario repeated catching on to that little bit of information about himself his client had shared. “If you are so interested in politics then why did you study banking and financial management instead?” He asked curiously. Now this was something he was interested in learning.

 

Kario didn’t need to be interested in politics to be able to appreciate that his client was. Granted he didn’t quite understand why the older man was but that was none of his business in the end. It was still him learning more about the man that he was finding himself spending more time with. He truly enjoyed spending time with him as well. So elaborating on this bit of information was something that truly interested him. Kario truly craved to know more about the other man. He had already shared so much of himself and his life, that even this little bit of insight into his client was something he grasped ahold of.

 

“I suppose what fascinates me the most about myths and legends is knowing that it all started a long time ago, and yet exactly how such stories started is unknown. No one knows who started them, or how people came to believe they were real. There is that small part of me that actually asks myself if anyone truly believes they have encountered what others deem as just a legend, a myth.” Kario replied. He liked the mystery hiding behind such ancient stories. But he also liked how they seemed to bring communities together. There was a love for the Ancient Egyptians that Kario had a hard time explaining, a love that made him want to know more about them. Not just their mythology, but their culture. “My favorite myth or God?” He replied. Kario did not have to think about it, Anubis had always been his favorite, drawn to the ancient God for reasons he had a hard time fully explaining.

 

“I’ve had a fascination for Anubis since I was little. He’s one of the oldest God’s referenced. There is just… something about him that I’m drawn to, but I have a hard time truly explaining my reason behind it. I mean… maybe it sounds a bit strange that my favorite out of all their Gods and Goddess happens to be the God of Death, but I am truly fascinated by him. Back in ancient Egypt, Jackal like scavengers had been known to rule the cemeteries, digging up the freshly buried and consuming them. It is for that reason that many people believe that is why they portrayed Anubis as a Jackal. He used to be the absolute ruler of the underworld until the role was later taken by Osiris, something not many people know. He used to protect the dead, and many prayers to him were carved into their tombs until Osiris too took this over.” Kario replied looking back up at the other man. “It’s a shame really. That he lost such important roles to another.

 

Letting silence fall for a moment he spoke again. “He is also said to have a daughter, Kebechet, she’s the goddess of purification. She is often said to be her father’s assistant in the embalming and mummification of the dead.” He let that trail off. When he was little he had gotten his hands on any book that he could about the ancient Egyptians and about Anubis. He had been so enthralled by the God that he had wanted to learn everything about him that he possibly could. So he shrugged and decided to focus now on what else had been asked, his heritage.

 

“I actually don’t know much about my ancestry, or where my name comes from. It was never really anything my family talked about. My parents didn’t have time for such conversations, not when they were always worried about a roof over our heads or food on the table. So… it never occurred to me to ask or to try to find out.” Kario admitted. He knew almost nothing about his ancestry, or about the origin of his name.

 

 

Kario had just had enough time to close the shower door behind them and turn to face the blond again when he was pulled close and lips captured in a kiss. Moaning into the kiss there wasn’t any sort of resistance from him as he was pinned against the wall of the shower. The cool feeling of the tiles against his back sent a shiver down his spine. Kario knew that it would warm up with the heat of his body, and the temperature of the water. Reaching up he let his hands rest on the bare chest in front of him as they continued to kiss. When the kiss was finally broken it allowed him to take in a rather shaky and shallow breath. His brown eyes locking once more on the golden eyes of his client.

 

He really did love them being so close to each other, really did love how compatible they seemed to be. The hand on his cock made him moan softly as his own hand was lead to his client’s cock as well. Instantly he took it into his hand, allowing himself to explore the length with his fingers while he stroked it. It didn’t seem to take either of them long to get hard again, and he groaned a little disappointed when the hand on his hard cock stopped stroking him. Kario stopped stroking the hard member in his own hand when their lips met again in yet another passionate kiss. This time when it was broken it as he was lifted into the other’s arms. Back still pressed against the wall to support him as was a hand on his ass to help keep him up.

 

Kario instantly did as he was instructed, reaching up to wrap his arms around the blonde’s neck and letting his legs wrap around the man’s waist. The fact that the words were whispered into his ear made a pleasured shiver rake down his spine once more. Not to mention he could feel the hard cock pressing against him before it slipped inside a deep pleasured moan parting his lips. His legs suddenly felt weak, and he was glad that they were not supporting him right now but were in fact just wrapped loosely around the blonde’s neck. Like always his muscles hugged the hard member tightly once it was buried inside of him and he was even more pleased when it started moving.

 

This was after all the first time any of his clients had ever fucked him in the shower. Most would take him quickly on the bed and shower by themselves leaving him to clean up after they left. The blonde was the only client who had ever wanted them to shower together, much less end up in this position. In no way did Kario regret it though. He absolutely loved how different the other was compared to his usual clients. Leaning his head forward he captured the older man’s lips in a kiss himself this time. Moaning into the kiss whenever the cock inside of him moved just right. His arms tightened around the other’s neck as well, nails digging lightly into the skin though he was careful not to let them dig in too much.

[-Hideki-]

The golden eyes rested on Kario as he told him that he didn’t let his mind run free and that if he did it would focus on things he was too busy to be bothered with. It was a rather vague response and it was hard for Devon to categorise and understand. Was he just a radical pragmatic who though imagination was a waste of time, did he mean that his everyday’s struggles didn’t give him the time or what exactly was it? Ashfield didn’t know. “That’s unfortunate. By exploring the own mind, the own ideas and imagination without boundaries people often come up with great new things that lead to progress or contribute to society. Or they create culture and art or just a place of absolute freedom for themselves in their mind. Ideas are important and imagination is as well, even Einstein said so.” He let the other know and when he had finished his sentence he thought that he might have sounded a little too idealistic and maybe the other would think he was even weirder now.

 

His wide smirk was turning into a gentle smile when the young male told him that he was certain that there were many things impressive about him. The governor chuckled softly. “Yeah, I know that there are things about me that are commonly considered impressive by societal standards and that many people often get impressed by but I get the feeling that those wouldn’t impress you nor would you care. I could be wrong of course but I doubt that I am. You’re not like most people I know in a refreshing, interesting way.” The older man told the black haired prostitute still smiling at him. “On the other hand that leaves me a little clueless as I don’t know what you would think about me or what you like or what it is that would stun you.” The blond confessed the smirk mixing back into the smile.

 

Ashfield kissed Kario’s cheek before he said:”Then I’ll ask the next time. Depending on the time of the day we can have breakfast or dinner then. I suppose it will be breakfast though. I’m more tired in the evening and after I have eaten dinner on a workday I often don’t want to move anymore.” He laughed when he said that but it was true. When he came home from work and ate his dinner he often even was unmotivated to move his arse from the sofa into the bed after having eaten and being tired. It was probably a normal thing though. The man laughed again this time it was a dry laugh though when he was thinking about the whore telling him that he wasn’t the only fool developing an attachment to a prostitute. “So I’m not the only one after all. Maybe they won’t laugh that hard if I ask them then.” The man said and it really must have been funny for everyone who wasn’t involved. A rich politician, a successful man who was about to fall for a prostitute, it was indeed comedic.

Devon grinned looking deep into the dark brown eyes of the other who couldn’t understand why someone interested in politics would study something completely different. “You’re adorable, do you know that!” he let the other know with a wide grin kissing his forehead. “But it’s a legitimate question I suppose and I’m going to answer it.” He acknowledged and then laid his head down on Kario’s shoulder. “Because my interests didn’t matter regarding the choice of the subject I would study. It was actually already set in stone that I would one day study a financial subject when I was born. I had and have a responsibility as the heir and son of my father. And even if I wasn’t an heir what do you think brings you further to the top on average, banking and finance management or political science?” he explained in a serious way.

 

When the young man answered his questions regarding the mythology he listened and it was truly interesting. He didn’t know most of it and it fascinated him to see the difference in Kario when he talked about this things opposed to when the young man talked about his life. There was a passion in the other’s face and he could imagine the man as someone studying mythology or maybe archaeology in the future and his mind was painting the naked prostitute he was holding as a leader of an excursion into Egyptian pyramids. It probably was a little farfetched but he liked the idea that there was a future for the black haired where he was something other than a prostitute. He could even imagine making the corporation participate in the research funds. Now his mind had completely gone astray and he returned back to the actual topic at hand.

 

 

Looking at the other with an appreciative look on his face and a happy expression he talked again. “You sure seem to know a lot about that. I hope you’ll keep your passion for this. And it isn’t strange or surprising that it is the god of death that fascinates you the most. Death is humankind’s biggest mystery and the thing they fear the most as well. Religions were born from uncertainty about things, from not knowing as well as the fear of death. And an important reason why something as medieval as the monotheistic religions has still so many die hard believers is because people still fear death like they have done thousands of years ago. And for the promise of paradise and that there will be something good awaiting them after they die, for an illusion of safety and certainty they make themselves believe into that and are even willing to adhere and live up to the random rules and morale standards some dude has written down in ancient times and they are even more willing to judge everyone else who doesn’t follow their believes and worldview and doesn’t align their lives to that than themselves. It’s sad and embarrassing.” This was what he actually thought about religion a long side with other standpoints and that was also what he would never say publically and that had the potential to cause outrage amongst some of his voters as well, that’s why he pretended to be Christian. “It would be better for me if you didn’t tell someone what I just told you about my stand on religion.” He added quickly. “Even when you get out here and figure out who I am. I would really appreciate that.”

That the young male didn’t know anything about his family history and where his ancestors had been coming from was yet another information that his parents had failed to provide Kario with in Devon’s eyes. There was a wish within people to know where they were coming from he knew that much and he didn’t find it great to not take the time to have conversations about something like that with children. “I’m sorry to hear that you don’t know anything about your own history. Well, maybe you want to look into it one day. A family tree and researching ones ancestry can be rather interesting.” He responded even though there had never been much to research for Ashfield at least on his father’s side.

 

His old man had everything documented and could tell the whole story of where they came from and from those of his ancestors who first made a footstep onto that land. Ashfield senior could also not stop to stretch that all of his ancestors had been great business men and knew how to trade and he could go on for hours about what he called the evolution of the families businesses and was always proud to present that some had survived and were under the roof of the corporation now. Whenever he repeated this story he actually had something of a man his high age, a harmless old man telling tales of the past.

 

However their family history had not stayed in the memory of their family. Devon’s father and the corporation had enemies and those consisted mostly of environmentalists, anti-capitalists and anti-globalists groups. And one day, the blond had just started his political career, one of the environmentalist had cause a scandal with information about some of their ancestors who had had a cotton farm. The revelation together with his father defending his family name and ancestors publically had been enough for a scandal and their name getting pulled into the dirt.

Having experienced a scandal that had been fought out in public once, not a political one but one with their business, he hoped to never have that happen to him as a politician. When he thought about seeing his face on the newspaper with the words “Governor client in gay brothel” and people publically discussing, making fun of and speculating about his sex life in the news and online made him sick. He also could almost see the stupid memes his father usually found funny but Ashfield doubted that even he would find people ridiculing his son’s sex life funny.

 

 

 

He moaned from the pleasure electrifying his body while he was thrusting into Kario directly hitting the young man’s sweet spot this time. The blond had gotten to know the other’s body better already and he hoped to find out more about making the younger man go crazy from lust and pleasure.

 

This position was more physically exhausting than what they had done in the bed as it required more strength from him to hold the black haired man up like that but it was absolutely worth it in his opinion. The way they were able to hold eye contact with each other, how close they were and how he could feel the hard cock and the balls of the other pressed against his abdominals paid it all back. Being kissed by the other he returned the kiss moaning into it and it was becoming an overall messy, lewd kiss they shared.

 

Devon’s hands squeezed the young man’s butt and buried themselves into his flesh with a strong grip while his cock was hammering against the other’s prostate and the way his member was sucked in by the tightness of Kario’s hole made his mind go blurry again. He groaned horny when he felt the nails of the black haired man’s fingers digging into his skin and he didn’t mind, he could bury his nails into his flesh and cling onto him as deep and strongly as he wanted it just made him more eager to fuck him harder and make him cling onto him with more might.

 

It wasn’t possible for him to thrust into the other in such a fast pace as in the other positions in which they had fucked but he was compensation this with making them harder and especially accurately placed. As he was hitting Kario’s prostate his lips started to kiss that erogenous spot again and he sucked on it, licked over it because he wanted to see how it made the young man feel if he stimulated both that pot on his neck and his prostate at the same time.

[Sathenus]

Listening as his client spoke, telling him about all the good things that could come out of letting his mind wander free and imagination made him sigh softly. It wasn’t to say that he didn’t have an imagination, but his mind never really used it. “When I let my mind wander free it focuses on memories or thoughts that are painful. Things that my mind can’t focus on during the day because I don’t have time. Remembering every client and what they like best from me keeps my mind busy. Focused.” He replied. It wasn’t to say that Kario didn’t have an imagination, but that wasn’t what his mind used when it ran free. Instead it focused on memories that made his heart ache, or painful thoughts for the future. All things that only succeeded in depressing him and making him wish his whole life had been different.

 

Though Kario was tempted to say that a lot of the reason his client felt that way was probably because he was a prostitute and knowing how he had acted the first time they had met the only prostitute he had ever used he was mindful of how that would sound. So instead he just shrugged, “Other than my rather thoughtless actions leading me here, I highly doubt I’m much different.” Even if Kario was glad to hear that he was different in a refreshing sort of way. Deep down he doubted that he truly was. He had made some thoughtless life choices, having originally given up his body for money under the pretense that it was better that way because at least then he could think of them as in a relationship, only for when that failed, and he was once more faced with being on the street to sign his life away to the brothel. All terrible choices, and he knew that looking back on them. It didn’t change the fact that he had made them with good intentions. He had seen a way out of a struggle he just couldn’t get ahead of. Even if it meant doing things he hadn’t really been happy to give up.

 

“I’m sure a lot of people are like that after eating dinner after a hard day at work.” Kario replied with a small smile. That didn’t make it any less amusing to hear how his client didn’t want to do anything after eating dinner. There was a small part of him that wanted to see that side of his client, the side of him that was after a hard day of work, relaxing with a meal. Despite knowing he most likely never would see it. Kario wasn’t bothered when he was told it would most likely be breakfast, he really did enjoy starting his day with the blonde. Starting his day with him and a meal would just be so much better. “I don’t think they would laugh at all. It’s not like they offer just any struggling boy a job here.” Kario responded with a light shrug. He wasn’t lying though. Every boy here was here for a reason but it was mainly for their looks. They had to be visually appealing after all, or else no one would want to pay the brothel money to be serviced by them. Some had special traits, like certain fetishes that went well with some of the clients, or maybe a good skill doing oral for those who just wanted a quick blowjob before needing to leave. It all varied, but it was all for a reason. So he was sure that a client growing attached and fond of one of the boys here was not that uncommon.

 

The kiss to his forehead and being told once more that he was adorable made him watch the man curiously. Listening as he continued to speak telling him that the subject he was to study had been predetermined since he was born. That seemed… sad to be quite honest. But as he heard him speak more he sighed, “Banking and financial management I suppose.” He replied. Even if Kario didn’t personally feel like studying something you probably had no interest in was worth it just to get ahead in life. That was him personally though, but he still had one more question. “Still… why not ever go back and study political science… if it interests you so much?”

 

Kario shrugged at the apology, it wasn’t like it was anything that the older man could have influenced. “I honestly don’t think my parents know what our ancestry is. Most kids in my neighborhood don’t have a clue. It’s never been anything discussed.” He admitted with a shrug. Ancestry just hadn’t been an interest to anyone in his neighborhood, no one asked about it, no one tried to find out what it was. Families had just generally been more occupied trying to keep up with bills that they barely had the money to pay than anything else. He figured he could maybe take the time to try to figure it out at some point, if he was stable enough to do so that is. If not it would just continue to be something he didn’t know.

 

 

The moan he received in the kiss from the blonde made Kario moan in return. His body felt great, not like the older man had ever failed to make it feel that way before. Still, each thrust had an accuracy he truly hadn’t known his client was capable of. Making his insides clench tightly each time his prostate was hit, bringing a moan or soft whimper from him every time. The pleasure racing through his body was quite quickly becoming to much for him to handle. Feeling himself being pushed closer and closer to his climax with each hard thrust.

 

Groaning as the hands squeezed his butt digging into the flesh he let his eyes drift shut, trying to allow his body to get used to the pleasure and hoping that it wouldn’t end to soon. A loud deep moan parted his lips as he felt the blonde’s lips on his neck again, quite easily finding that spot that made him weak in the knees. The attention his neck was receiving added with the accurate thrusts made in cling tighter to his client. His body seemed to lose itself to the pleasure that it was being flooded with.

 

Whimpering softly, he tried to force his quickly rising orgasm back, but it really was impossible. His fingers dug deeper into the blonde’s shoulders despite his earlier attempt not to do so. It seemed like the more he tried to force it back the quicker he was being pushed to it until he just couldn’t fight it anymore. He came with a loud cry of pleasure, his arms and legs tightening around the older man. Kario was highly aware of his muscles convulsing around the hard cock inside of him, sucking it in even more now that he had been brought his release. His body overly aware of every movement.

[-Hideki-]

Devon thought about what the other had said for a moment. The constant return of unpleasant memories wasn’t something good nor was it desirable. Sure there had been unfortunate things happening in his own past as well and from time to time a memory would pop up again but it usually would leave him as soon as it had come again because he had gotten past those things, had left them behind. He was certain that Kario’s past was more complicated and dark than his but it would still be the best for the other man to let go of the past, maybe facing all those things once and then letting them go. “You should probably get some closure and leave the painful and destructive memories from your past and all the mistakes behind you. I know it’s easier said than done but if that’s where your minds wanders off to whenever you’re not focussing on something else, it’s like your mind being held hostage by the past and its events and freeing it is an important step of moving forward in life.” The governor told the other almost certain that this would grant him another sigh or shrug from the young man.

 

Ashfield shook his head at that looking directly into the black haired male’s eyes with a solid sight. “No Kario! I’m not talking about those definitely naive, clueless and unreasonable choices you’ve made which got you into that unfortunate position, nor has it anything to do with your job, the sex or your body. Even though I really like all of that, that’s still not what I have meant when I told you that there is a way in which you differ from the people I am usually surrounded by. Granted, they would never even get into a situation where they could bring themselves into such a position, so maybe that’s also a way in which you’re different from them as well. The experiences you've made in life.” The man let him know speaking in an honest and serious tone.

 

“That’s most likely the case, yes.” He agreed to the other saying that many people would feel like him after dinner on a long workday. What then followed didn’t really make him happy. He knew it was true of course as he didn’t see anything positive about the men who led that brothel and had tempted the young male into that job but hearing that wasn’t pleasant. First it made him aware about how much wrong they did snd had done to the other again and second he apparently had completely fallen for their concept and strategy and knowing how business and sales strategy worked, as well as having a knowledge about advertisement as well as campaigning he felt a little embarrassed that something as simple had gotten him that easily. Was he that primitive after all? Was he guided by his cock?

 

The blond man put on his fake smile and he spoke in a rather sarcastic tone of voice that was rather unusual for him:“They sure have a good eye for those they can exploit. What fine businessmen they are. You’re gorgeous, your body is desirable, if there was an ancient statue of you I would spend a shit ton of money for it and put it into my mansion. I instantly was sexually attracted to you when I saw you. But there is more about you than making my dick hard and that made me attached, so they must have an even better eye for this than just one that focuses on physical attractiveness.”

 

The fake smile turned into a genuine and warm one when he looked back into Kario’s eyes who was watching him. “That!” he said as if it was absolutely clear what he meant by it when he commented the sigh and the rather reluctant way in which he admitted that it was banking and finance management that usually made one richer and come out in the higher ranks of society. “This is one of the things I meant when I said you’re different than the people I know. Everyone in my circles would have advocated for the decision I've made, would have called it idiotic if I had even considered political science over my subject because of the very reason I just told you. You on the other hand don’t seem to think that this was the best and smartest decision do you? If you had been in my situation, without the heir part, you would have chosen political science wouldn’t you?” the blond spoke in a light mood.

 

When the black haired asked his questions or rather suggested the option of the governor returning to university as a student of political science he busted out in laughter and he wasn’t really able to get a hold of himself again. The thought of going there as a nearly forty years old student and perhaps even writing his thesis about himself as a governor was just too hilarious for him to not laugh. “Oh boy,” he said:”I’m turning thirty-nine in three weeks.” His birthday was also the Election Day and if he lost it would probably become the shittiest birthday of his lifetime. “And even though I don’t want to brag I am a successful man, I have a great career which I enjoy and like. I wouldn’t give that up to be a university student again. I have been in university once, I have graduated as the best of my semester and I had a lot of fun there but it’s nothing I would want to do again being advanced in years. That’s why I won’t ever study this subject but keep it as an interest and hobby of mine.” It was true that he enjoyed being the governor and he liked his political career and wanted to step higher up in rank, maybe even climb as high as possible one day. Yes, he wasn’t analysing the politics, he was making them and was a part of it and probably got analysed by someone somewhere at an university from a political science student himself, but it was still within his fields of interest. The only thing that he didn't like was that he had to sacrifice his private life completely.

 

 

 

Devon could feel that the young man was getting close to orgasm as he was digging his fingers deeper into the pale white flesh of his shoulders. There would probably be marks on his shoulders after that but he didn’t mind it at all, he liked to feel the other holding onto and clinging onto his body like that. And the closer Kario got to his climax the tighter and more merciless was the muscle of the prostitute's hole choking his cock and it felt like it was melting from the pleasure that was caused and he noticed how he himself was getting closer to cumming with one thrust after the other.

 

When the black haired man came Ashfield felt the other’s cock throbbing and erupting on his abdominal muscles and the young man’s seed was running down the blond’s well defined body. He moaned loudly when Kario’s arsehole apparently attempted to devour his dick and the governor felt as if he was burning when he kept penetrating him further with a few more thrusts that had a messed up rhythm at this point until his muscles tensed, his eyes were half closed and he was filling the other man up even more with a second huge load into his tiny hole again. Devon moaned deeply as he came and gasped after he had come searching for the other’s mouth letting their tongues dance an obscene dance together.

 

When he had to part the kiss again due to the lack of air, as he was still catching his breath and heart beat again, his golden eyes locked with the dark ones of the other, his cock still inside him. “I want to be buried inside of you like that forever.” His still husky voice sounded through the noises of the water that was running over them.