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KawaBoru Week: Day Five
Prompt: Trust "I believe in you"
Boruto looked himself over in the mirror, readjusting his oversized t-shirt. Half of him wondered why he even bothered when all that mattered was if he was a good fuck. The other half reasoned that if he didn't go the extra mile to satisfy his customer then Yakumo wouldn't be happy. There was a tiny voice in the back of his mind saying that he cared what he looked like, having some form of self respect, but he tended to ignore that voice. The instructions for the night were simple. He would let his client have control, do whatever he pleased while Boruto played the cute bottom.
It wasn't hard and easier than a lot of the requests he had gotten in the past, but there was one small, maybe big problem. How the hell was he supposed to act cute? Sexy? Fine. Innocent? Okay. Desperate for cock? A favorite among customers it seemed, but cute? That was a physical type that people wanted, it was based on appearance. Boruto had never acted cute in his life and it was possible he would fuck this all up. He even asked Mitsuki for some tips and was still at a loss. The only option at this stage was to wing it, the sex was what the guy was coming for anyway.
He fluffed his blond hair a bit to get that tousled look and tugged one side of the t-shirt down until it exposed his shoulder. The white shirt went to his midthigh and the sleeves were short, the blue eyed man not bothering to put any underwear on. Finally satisfied, he left the bathroom and went back to the bedroom. The hotel room was bigger than he was used to and the bed was pretty high. A glance at the clock let him know his client was running late, apparently not very enthusiastic. If the guy ended up canceling then Boruto counted that as a win even if he wouldn't get paid. A night alone in a hotel like this sounded just fine to him.
…
"Thanks," Kawaki muttered to the bartender who'd just placed a fresh beer in front of him. He didn't so much as glance at the man though, too busy focusing on the keycard laying on the bar in front of him. He'd been staring at it for the better part of an hour.
To think the two people in this world he considered his friends would do something like this to him… it was unbelievable. Sick. He wanted to kick both of their asses and yet for some twisted reason, Kawaki was considering this. It didn't make sense, Kawaki didn't want something like this. He was only more sure of that fact when he thought over his friends' claims of this guy being absolutely perfect for him. However, that intrigued him more at the same time.
He had good reasons to steer clear of people he might like. It had been two years since his ideals changed, shifting on their own without him thinking too much about it. At least that's what he told himself. It wasn't so wrong for him to keep to himself, find a girl to take to bed every once in a while even if he hated it. He still got what he needed and didn't get anything he didn't want. Yet his friends saw this as a problem and had taken it upon themselves to give him an experience he needed.
They were full of shit.
Kawaki didn't need anybody or anything. Not anymore. He was perfectly content with his life now. It wasn't because of regrets that he was currently drinking his eighth beer and overthinking every possible aspect of his life. He couldn't possibly go through with something like this, it was wrong in every way and how could a prostitute be perfect for him? Another few beers and he decided to find out for himself.
Taking a cab to the hotel, Kawaki stared at that keycard the whole way. He wondered what this person was like and why they would sell their body, but he supposed everybody had their reasons for everything they did. There was a major concern for cleanliness and health but his friends assured him this guy was legit and he did trust his friends. Still, why they thought Kawaki needed some cute guy in his life was beyond him. He'd put that kind of desire behind himself and had forgotten all about it.
But one night couldn't really do any harm.
After paying the driver, Kawaki made his way into the hotel and to the eleventh floor. It took him a few minutes to arrive at the room and he hesitated, staring at that keycard yet again. If he walked in there was no going back, but he'd already come all this way… and there was somebody waiting on him. If they didn't interest him, he would leave. Simple.
Taking a deep breath to prepare himself, Kawaki slid the key into the door and let himself in once it unlocked. It was dark and cool in the room, only a single lamp appearing to be on beyond the short hallway. He stepped in and closed the door behind himself quietly. Only three steps and the room was revealed but the only thing he noticed was the amusing struggle the blond waiting for him was having trying to climb onto the high bed.
...
Boruto soon threw away the 'greeting at the door' tip he was given. If the guy wanted to be late or not show up at all then the blond wasn't going to just stand there and wait. He circled around the high bed and pressed his hand down on it, testing the softness and bounce. Maybe he could get away with watching TV until the customer showed. Though it became obvious he had a situation, the mattress was level with his stomach. There wasn't anything he could use to stand on either. Still, he refused to be beaten by a bed.
He tried hopping up at first which got him close, but not close enough. Next he attempted to lift his leg and climb up, but he wasn't as flexible as he would have liked. This was turning out to be a huge pain in the ass. His third effort was to grip the sheets and pull himself up there and use the tightly tucked blanket to his advantage. However, his efforts were in vain. The blond almost made it when the blanket gave way and untucked itself, making him fall back flat on his ass.
Frustrated, Boruto cursed the stupid design. "Who the fuck invented you?!"
"Wow. This is admittingly not what I was expecting."
Boruto scrambled to his feet at the voice and turned around with burning cheeks. A heated retort was on his lips, but his voice died in his throat. This was his client? The man was tall, ridiculously so and extremely fit. His undercut was split into black and blond, eyes a striking grey. The visible tattoos and piercings added insult to injury and Boruto honestly couldn't believe it. Kawaki was sexy as hell. It didn't make sense. Men like that didn't request nights with a prostitute, they didn't need to. This had to be a set up.
"What were you expecting?" He asked carefully.
Kawaki shrugged, chuckling under his breath. He really had no idea, but it wasn't that. It wasn't him either. "Honestly, I didn't have any expectations."
"Gee, thanks," Boruto muttered and noticed the strong smell of alcohol from the other male. Maybe it wasn't a set up after all? Shit, he was fucking this up already. He needed to get his act together. "How do you want me?" That was cute . . . right? Hopefully the other man was drunk enough to think so.
Kawaki blinked at the drastic change in the blond's tone and delivery of his words, for a second almost forgetting what they were meeting for. This guy who looked so young was paid for Kawaki to have his way with him. It was crazy how money could get a man anything he desired and Kawaki couldn't lie and say he wasn't immediately attracted to Boruto. His friends knew him well after all. Was he really about to do this though?
It would undoubtedly end in the best sex he'd had in over two years and the blond was willing and seemingly eager to give himself to Kawaki in every way he wanted him, but he'd never done anything like this before. Spontaneous sex was one thing, but with someone so adorable? He couldn't believe this might possibly be actually happening.
"On the bed…" Kawaki finally spoke, smirking to himself at the mental image of the blond struggling to get up there.
Boruto barely held his tongue, surprised at how easily the other man pushed him to break character. He reminded himself to keep a cool head and play the part. He was a professional after all, not that he was proud of the fact.
"Will you help me up?" Boruto asked and took a couple steps backwards so he was resting against the mattress.
"I suppose." Kawaki smiled even though Boruto was taking away his fun.
He closed the distance between them and marveled at their height difference for only a few seconds before he grabbed the blond by his slim waist and lifted him onto the bed. He weighed next to nothing which was concerning, but he was warm and he had the brightest blue eyes and the softest skin. Kawaki backed away before he stared too long and then shoved his hands in his pockets. Even after all the drinks he'd had, he was still unsure, but his heart was pounding.
Boruto figured that despite his cockiness, Kawaki would be easy to deal with after all. The man had to be hammered, he was practically dripping with booze, a lot easier to fool and satisfy. At least he wouldn't have to put much effort into faking it tonight. The blond moved further back until his head hit the pillows and he rested his hands on either side, drawing his knees together. He had to give the grey-eyed man control and wait for him to make the first move.
Kawaki sat on the side of the bed and let his eyes trail over the man presented to him. He looked so tempting, staring back at Kawaki expectantly. The attraction was there, as was the arousal, but Kawaki did have a conscience. He didn't feel right, taking advantage of Boruto even if this was what he did for a living. He looked like the type of guy that Kawaki would have been dedicated to, not a guy Kawaki would pay for a quick fuck… or a whole night of fucking.
There was a small part of him that wondered what Boruto dealt with in his daily life and what kind of men he'd been paid to sleep with. It wasn't hard to imagine that they were all pigs. How often did someone his age need to go as far as paying for sex? If they did, they couldn't have good reasons. Maybe it wouldn't be so wrong to make sure Boruto had one good night. Sure he was being presumptuous but it just felt right.
"You know… my friends are the only reason I'm here. They paid you, not me." He wanted to be honest. Boruto probably wondered why he was so late.
"Is this your way of backing out?" Maybe he wasn't Kawaki's type or perhaps he wasn't cute enough, but he couldn't be certain. The man was drunk and for all Boruto knew this could be his first time with a prostitute.
"Is that what you want?" Kawaki asked thoughtfully. What if Boruto didn't want to have him as a client? Maybe he wasn't interested in a man who didn't get straight to business.
"No," The blond said quickly as he sat up. Damn, he was losing him. "I want whatever you want."
Once again, Boruto's tune changed so quickly Kawaki could only blink at him, so curious about him he didn't know what to think. "Okay then… what do you like?" Kawaki asked after a moment and started taking off his boots.
"I'm here to please you," Boruto said slowly, leaning more and more towards the idea that this was Kawaki's first time. Otherwise he would never ask a question like that. "I'll take whatever you give me."
"I see." He would just have to learn the fun way. He kicked his boots aside and then pulled off his socks. "At least tell me if there's anything you don't like."
"Waiting," Boruto said before he could stop himself, mentally wincing. He was supposed to be keeping his attitude in check.
"Damn, relax. I'm taking my clothes off," Kawaki mused, figuring Boruto must want to get it over with. His shirt was removed next.
The blond was hit with a wave of arousal at the sight of perfectly tanned and tatted skin. Blue eyes traced over hard lines of muscle and he was reminded that this was different, he was about to have sex with someone totally out of his league. It was enough to have him hope the smallest bit that this night wouldn't turn out like all the others, that he wouldn't have to fake his pleasure. He pulled his shirt further down between his legs as he stared and scolded himself for feeling shy for the first time in years. He was being ridiculous, but fuck he was really beginning to anticiapte what was to come.
Kawaki stood to work on his pants next. He knew Boruto was watching him and he quite liked it. His own eyes were drawn to that petite figure on the bed, making him turn to face the blond as he unbuckled his belt. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that Boruto was going to drive him crazy. His friends really knew what they were doing.
"I can do whatever I want?"
Boruto smiled, now he was getting it. "Yes."
Kawaki nodded to himself as he pulled down his zipper and then pushed his jeans down until they were a heap on the floor he was stepping out of. With nothing left aside from a pair of black boxers, he pulled the cover back on the bed, figuring the sheet would be more comfortable. There were condoms on the bedside table, lube too. Boruto was prepared. He wouldn't need either anytime soon though.
"Better?" Kawaki asked as Boruto settled on the sheet. He laid down on his side next to the blond. Even if he hated waiting, Kawaki wouldn't get in a rush.
"Better," He said and resisted the urge to touch. Not yet.
"Nothing is off limits?" Kawaki pressed.
Something like that wasn't up to Boruto, but he was allowed to have one rule. "You have to wear a condom. No exceptions. Other than that, you can take me however you desire."
"That's a common courtesy, isn't it?" Kawaki smiled and reached over to wrap his arm around the blond. One quick tug and their bodies were pressed closely together.
Boruto's heart took off, arousal growing. "Some have to be reminded. But you'll be good, won't you?" Whoops, that wasn't cute. Or was it? He was seriously bad at that type of shit.
"Definitely," Kawaki murmured, staring into those bright blue eyes that were oh so captivating. And close. So close. His hand rested on Boruto's side, feeling the thin cotton of his t-shirt. Slowly, his hand inched down over his hip and then stopped. "Just the shirt?"
Feeling smug, the blond allowed himself a smirk. "Why don't you find out?"
"Hm." Kawaki smiled lazily and let his hand wander further south, until he was touching warm and soft skin. His touch was light, fingertips trailing down to his knee. When he moved his hand back up, he pushed the t-shirt up along the way. It should have been a sin to have skin that felt so good. "Just the shirt," He said in confirmation.
Heat worked its way to Boruto's cheeks as shyness crept up on him again, Kawaki's hand sending chills up his spine. "What do you want?" Boruto whispered, turning his customer's question back on him.
"This," was his simple response. Kawaki's hand stroked up Boruto's back under his shirt as if to massage him.
The blond pressed his own hand against Kawaki's chest and let out a shaky breath. A guy like this wasn't going to appear again, he should enjoy it while he could. It was such a rare situation.
"Is this okay?" Kawaki asked quietly, his hand still working over the blond's back in long, firm strokes.
Most of the clients he had serviced weren't fans of foreplay and certainly not like this. Boruto could tell he was in for it now, but it felt too good for him to say anything about it. Not that it was up to him anyway. "Yeah."
Kawaki raised his head, leaning over until his nose was brushing up Boruto's slender neck. "You smell good." It had been too long since he was able to actually enjoy sex. Who was he kidding, his friends were saints.
"Oh," He breathed softly, head tilting to expose more of his neck. If he hadn't been getting caught up in the moment, Boruto would have been concerned. Since when was he so easy? So sensitive? What the hell was going on . . .
"You like this," Kawaki hummed, breath hot against Boruto's throat. It was obvious he was into it and the more aroused he became, the harder it would be for Kawaki to hold back. He had all night to ravish this guy. How lucky was he?
Kawaki reached back down to grab the back of Boruto's leg and then pulled it around his waist, scooting impossibly closer as his lips parted to place a soft kiss just over the rapid beating pulse in Boruto's neck. Blue eyes closed and dainty hands draped over broad shoulders. He was falling deeper into the small yet shattering sensations Kawaki was giving him. His touch was so gentle and his baritone voice was so soothing, drunk or not this man knew what he was doing.
Trailing soft, lingering kisses up to his ear, Kawaki's tongue dipped out to flick at his earlobe. Boruto squeaked, fingers holding tighter to firm muscles as he turned red. Did he really just fucking squeak? The reaction brought a smirk to Kawaki's lips. He was really going to enjoy this.
"You okay baby?" He asked, tone having dropped so deep and low that he almost didn't recognize it himself.
Boruto moaned, eyes opening. "No." Fuck no.
"You don't like this then?" Kawaki asked but he knew that wasn't true. That 'no' wasn't convincing at all, but that moan was proving to be the sweetest treat. Kawaki wanted to hear it again. So this time he licked the underside of the lobe before kissing it.
The blond couldn't help but moan again, cursing the fact that Kawaki was proving to be such a damn tease. "Don't make me wait, please." For the first time ever he actually wanted it, he wanted someone.
"We have all night, baby. I want to take it slow." Kawaki was told he could do whatever he wanted but this blond was impatient. The mixed signals he was sending were amusing and enjoyable.
Shit, what if he kept this up all night? Boruto was barely making it five minutes. "Then at least give me more," He tried to bargain. To hell with his weirdly oversensitive state.
Fighting a smile, Kawaki ran his tongue around the shell of Boruto's ear while his hand returned to massaging his back. "Tell me what you want, baby."
Boruto's leg flexed around Kawaki's waist and his fingers slid into black locks. "You. I want—I want you," He replied truthfully.
"You'll have me. I promise," Kawaki assured him as he moved his face until his lips were brushing across Boruto's. None of this felt wrong anymore. It felt nothing but right. Perfect really. "Be patient for me."
He was asking for a lot, but how could Boruto refuse when he asked like that? "Okay," He said and then stole a kiss. This was nothing like his previous experiences.
Kawaki hummed against Boruto's soft lips, returning the kiss with more restraint than he thought he was capable of. Even just rubbing the blond's back was turning him on and the kiss should have honestly not been happening, but there was no way Kawaki could resist. He was absolutely enraptured by Boruto and within seconds, he was deepening the kiss with a swipe of his tongue. Lips parted without hesitation and Boruto rolled over so he was on top of Kawaki. His hand tightened its grip in black hair as his tongue caressed the tatted man's, the lingering taste of liquor filling his taste buds. Another moan hummed in his throat when his erection pressed against Kawaki's and he began circling his hips in slow and sensual movements.
It was heavenly. Kawaki hadn't been this excited about anything in forever. He hadn't been this hard and overcome with arousal in too long. It wasn't until now that he realized just how much he needed this. He would have to remember to thank those two shitty friends of his, but for now he just had to focus on the blond who was so easily getting lost in the moment. The way he moved his slim body was making Kawaki not want to stop him. It felt nice having him on top of him, rolling those hips so perfectly, but Kawaki wanted to drive Boruto crazy. He would enjoy this position for a little while longer though.
Their kisses were deep, needy and hot. Boruto's grip on his hair seemed to tighten more every second and Kawaki was holding onto Boruto's hips loosely, letting his hands roam every so often. He played nice until he couldn't take it any longer and then started tugging the blond's t-shirt up. The blue eyed man was too wrapped in kissing like his life depended on it, not moving a muscle to help remove the only article of clothing he was wearing.
After trying for a couple minutes, Kawaki relented, deciding to get acquainted with Boruto's petite frame beneath the shirt. It was way too big for him and not hindering what he wanted to do for now. Kawaki moved his hands to Boruto's slim stomach. It seemed that everywhere he touched, the blond was exceptionally soft—except for his dick. He was as hard as Kawaki was, his steady movements speeding up and becoming less and less precise. Kawaki felt him slipping and it was easy to take the lead from Boruto. The kiss was broken whenever Kawaki's fingers found his nipples.
Boruto gasped and his member twitched, head falling to the other man's shoulder as his breaths started coming quicker. His hips pressed down and switched to tight ruts as his perked buds were pinched and flicked. He couldn't remember the last time he was so turned on and horny. The intensity built up with every second and Boruto could only hope he wouldn't get blindsided by it, he really was trying to be patient but it felt so good. Surely he had to be drugged or something. Sex wasn't like this, it was never like this. He wasn't supposed to be steadily losing his mind.
Kawaki had never been with anyone so easily worked up before, it was hot, such a turn on. He wouldn't have been surprised if the panting and trembling blond didn't fall apart before they even got started. Having him like this really threatened to make Kawaki lose control of his patience, but he couldn't. He had to take his time with this. This was a one time thing, he would never have this again. He wouldn't throw away such an opportunity a second time.
After giving one last pinch to the blond's nipples, Kawaki let his hands trail down and around his sides. When he had a firm grip of Boruto's ass, he rocked his hips up and lifted his head to kiss Boruto's shoulder. It was the nearest thing to get his mouth on and he sucked on that hot skin, admittingly losing himself for a moment. A strangled moan left the blond and he felt himself ooze pre-cum on top of the larger man, dirtying his boxers. Boruto was certain that tonight he was going to be taken in a way he hadn't experienced before, reach a place of pleasure he hadn't ever imagined. Despite everything he wanted it so badly.
"Can we take this off now?" Kawaki asked, his deep voice barely a whisper as he tugged at the t-shirt.
It took a few seconds for Boruto to process the question before he sat up, straddling the grey-eyed man. He pulled the white shirt off and tossed it on the floor. "These too?" He asked and thummed the hem of Kawaki's boxers, his other hand feeling up and down the other man's abs.
"Not yet," Kawaki said, needing to hold onto whatever he could to hold himself back.
Boruto didn't understand why he insisted on waiting, but he had promised to be patient. He needed to try to distract himself. "Can I . . .?" He trailed as his hands ghosted over Kawaki's sides, filled with the desire to explore his body.
Was it even debatable? It shouldn't have been but Kawaki was seriously thinking it over. He had to ask himself just how much he trusted himself to keep it together, but eventually his desire to give Boruto what he wanted had his answer falling from his lips. "Yes."
The blue-eyed man took his chance and began littering Kawaki's chest with open-mouthed kisses as he felt every dip and curve of muscle. His body was a work of art and Boruto wanted to touch every inch until he knew it by heart, only to start all over again. This was the first time he ever felt so active, so real with one of his clients. Just when had he stopped acting and became himself?
"You like this?" Kawaki asked even though he already knew the answer. It was written all over the blond.
It wasn't lost on Boruto that Kawaki kept bringing up his preferences, bound and determined to learn what the smaller man liked. It was perplexing, but sweet. This time he decided to humor him. "I do," He spoke against tan skin.
"I think you'd like the reverse better."
And now he was making claims? Boruto paused in his ministrations, meeting Kawaki's gaze to give him a cheeky grin. "Are you saying that because I'm making you weak?"
Kawaki chuckled at that, knowing he couldn't deny it. "No, that's not the reason. I meant it… but I am enjoying this."
"You could be enjoying it more," Boruto said and sucked at his collarbones, one hand sneaking down beneath the only article of clothing separating them.
"Hey now." Kawaki grabbed his wrist to stop him, pulling his hand back. "That's cheating."
"No it isn't," Boruto said and raised his head again. "I'm not taking them off so it's fine." To hell with patience, he wanted to cop a feel.
This time, Kawaki wouldn't give in because it would ultimately end in his demise. Instead, he sat up, arms wrapping around that tiny waist just before he flipped them over. "Too soon for that."
Boruto huffed, not above pouting even if he liked being pinned under Kawaki. "At least let me touch a little, come on." Otherwise he'd be driven to the edge.
"Later," Kawaki hummed, smiling as he stole Boruto's lips in another kiss. His tongue entered Boruto's mouth to glide across his while his right hand found those small pink nipples again.
It was embarrassing how quickly Boruto melted beneath him, moaning as his desperation was starting to come back. The fight died out of him so quickly that Kawaki had to choke down a laugh. He settled for distracting himself with putting his mouth to use, tongue sliding down between kisses until he settled over a nipple and suckled it. The blond whined and grabbed hold of black strands again. If he kept true to this pace then Boruto wasn't going to make it the whole night, and yet he wanted to be taken multiple times before the sun came up. Since when was he so greedy?
Reminding himself not to mark up the beautiful skin beneath him, Kawaki focused more on kissing and licking than anything harsher. It was getting hot and hard to breathe though. It seemed all the blood in his body was piling into his cock, leaving it a leaking, aching mess. He couldn't remember a time that he wanted someone like this. Ever. Not even before…
"I can't wait to watch you come," Kawaki told him quietly, voice still a deep, throaty growl that he barely recognized. Was that even him?
"Fuck," Boruto practically sobbed at the words, dick throbbing from all the teasing. It was insane how fast the mood changed and his need to let go skyrocketed. "Enough, enough."
Oh. "Shh, calm down now," Kawaki murmured, though whether the words were directed at the writhing blond or himself, he wasn't sure. He scooted further down and placed a kiss on Boruto's hipbone, left hand roaming up to resume his torturous teasing while his right arm propped him up.
Wasn't this man supposed to be drunk? How did he have the control and coordination for this? Kawaki had done nothing but use his hands and mouth, he hadn't even touched Boruto's member yet aside from some heated humping. It shouldn't have been enough to have him bursting at the seams but here he was, wanting to have more to satisfy his desire regardless if it made him go crazy. Shit, who was he kidding? He was already driven crazy by this man. Boruto took the hand that refused to leave his nipples alone and maneuvered to capture Kawaki's fingers in his mouth, sucking them just for the hell of it.
Shit. Kawaki could have sworn he felt the action zap straight to his groin and it dazed him for a moment, making him gasp and still to collect himself. He didn't have the will to pull his hand away, that tongue was working miracles and Kawaki doubted he would ever last more than a minute after such treatment. When his focus returned somewhat, he licked at the side of Boruto's erection in a similar fashion to what was being done to his fingers. The action made Boruto bite him, but not nearly hard enough to hurt.
"Careful baby," Kawaki breathed against his cock before kissing it tenderly.
Boruto whined again and lapped at his fingers in apology. His mind was beginning to shut down and all he could focus on was how good it felt, how badly he wanted Kawaki to keep touching him and give him relief. This was ridiculously amazing and Kawaki knew he never wanted this night to end. Just one night, but he truly felt alive and he couldn't see himself walking away from it so easily. It was too good and yet still just beginning. Still holding back, he didn't take Boruto into his mouth, he just kissed and sucked on the side of his cock, trying to keep his wits.
The blond doubled his effort, sucking harder and uncaring about the saliva falling down his chin. He closed his eyes as he moaned, unable to take the image of Kawaki pleasing him, and brought his other hand up to help hold the other man's in place. It was unreal that someone could do such a thing to someone's fingers. Kawaki couldn't believe something like that could affect him so strongly, but it did. He was damn near panting as he mouthed his way up and down Boruto's length. The blue-eyed man clenched his thighs together as pre-cum dripped from his tip, seconds away from throwing patience out the damn window never to be seen again.
"Please," He begged, wet lips brushing against fingertips. "Please."
"Fuck," Kawaki groaned. He couldn't deny the blond any longer, he was too desperate for it. Too much longer and he'd be hurting. Kawaki wasn't far behind that. "You wanna come like this?" He asked as he dragged his tongue up the underside of his cock, his right hand moving to hold it in place so he could be firmer.
Boruto didn't answer with words, blue eyes opening to stare down at him pleadingly. The blond put Kawaki's fingers back in his mouth because he had to do something to save his last shred of sanity. Kawaki wanted to make this guy see stars, so he took him into his mouth without any further hesitation, sheathing his teeth behind his lips on his way. His tongue massaged the underside as he sucked on his way down and back up, moving slowly and marveling at the way Boruto throbbed so strongly.
The blond's orgasm hit him all at once and without warning. He came hard into Kawaki's mouth, body freezing as he was wracked with pleasure. Boruto had known he was going to lose it, but he didn't imagine it would overtake him like this and so quickly. Muffled and high-pitched whines sounded from his throat as he squeezed Kawaki's hand in rapture.
Watching him fall apart was even more fulfilling than Kawaki imagined. His eyes, hooded from his own arousal, never left Boruto's face as he sucked him through his orgasm. To have someone so perfect moaning and shaking in such an alluring way… he was never going to survive this. Kawaki was almost as breathless as Boruto whenever he sat back on his ass and pulled his hand back. Boruto's grip had loosened to the point that he couldn't hold on. His hair was tousled, cheeks pink and lips red and parted. He was so fucking cute Kawaki couldn't stand it.
"Better than I expected," He breathed, licking his lips.
Not giving a fuck if he just came, Boruto's body sent another wave of arousal down his spine. This man was too sexy for his own good. Still hard and gaze dropping down to the outlined dick in Kawaki's boxers, Boruto raised his leg to pointedly set his foot on the other man's thigh.
"Off."
"Bossy," Kawaki huffed but maneuvered himself through taking his underwear off and dropping them on the floor beside the bed.
The blond watched eagerly and bit his lip when Kawaki's cock was finally revealed. Normally he would be worried about a size like Kawaki, but he had faith and first hand experience that this man was different. He would prepare him properly, probably more than necessary, and Boruto would be able to anticipate rather than dread the moment he was penetrated. He admired the erect member standing tall between Kawaki's legs and felt himself clench around nothing. I want it.
"How can you look like that after you just came?" Kawaki asked in mock surprise, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"How can you look like that in general?" Boruto countered a little breathlessly and spread his legs, not taking his eyes off his prize.
"So excited. I love it," Kawaki mused as he reached for the lube and a condom from the bedside table. "Just relax and let me take care of you."
The words did a funny thing to Boruto's heart and the shyness was back, cheeks painted red. No one ever said things like that to him. Kawaki opened the lube and coated his fingers. Boruto was more than ready so he didn't need to ask before he circled the puckered entrance he couldn't wait to breach. The blond was still hard, but Kawaki had never ached like this. He didn't have it in him to be patient anymore, but he had to.
One finger slipped inside and Kawaki's breath hitched. How long had it been since he'd been buried in a tight, perfect ass? Over two years… he wanted it so fucking bad he could taste it. The second finger slid in and Kawaki stretched them apart, twisting them slowly before pushing in searchingly. It had been a while, but he had plenty of experience. It took him all of ten seconds to find what he was looking for.
Boruto arched, hands grabbing the pillows as he moaned weakly. The touch to his prostate had him dipping into overstimulation, but it still felt amazing and fuck did he crave it. Maybe that made him sound like a whore and technically he was. However, he highly doubted this would be enjoyable if it wasn't Kawaki doing it to him. He was dangerous and making Boruto want all kinds of things with something so simple as one night together. He had to remember the rules, he couldn't get carried away, but as Kawaki continued to prep him, his will faltered.
"There, right there," He mewled as Kawaki pressed down against it, rubbing his sweet spot like a goddamn pro.
The blond forgot everything else and focused on the silver eyed man again as he played with his body. "You're beautiful," Kawaki whispered, adding a third finger to help stretch him quicker, but he massaged that bundle of nerves expertly. "Think you're ready, baby?" He asked, grabbing the condom packet and raising it to his mouth to rip it open with his teeth. He couldn't wait anymore.
Boruto wiggled his hips experimentally before nodding, unable to look him in the eyes after being called beautiful. "Come here."
Carefully, Kawaki removed his fingers and rolled the condom over his length. He'd always hated the damn things, but he'd gotten used to them in the last two years. He'd done a lot of things he wasn't proud of, but this wasn't one of them. How Boruto could be a man paid for sex and yet look the picture of innocence, was impossible to figure out, but Kawaki loved it. Crawling over Boruto's small body, he laid on top of him though supported his weight on one arm while his other was helping guide his cock to its destination.
Boruto secured his own arms around Kawaki's neck, the latter's nose brushing across his own in a sweet, endearing way. "Like this . . . can we do it like this?" The blond whispered as his heart did that thing again.
"Yes, baby. Whatever you want," Kawaki breathed shakily, continuing to rub the tip of his member over Boruto's opening.
The blue eyed man wrapped a leg around him in encouragement and mimicked the way Kawaki had just touched their noses together. "Please, don't tease now. I want you."
Kawaki didn't have it in him to tease anymore. He was too needy himself. Without another wasted breath, he entered the blond slowly. A few inches of this heaven was all he needed to regret the past two years of denying himself this luxury. It was a raw kind of pleasure that was blinding, mind-boggling. Immense bliss washed over him like the dawn of a new day and with it, his restraint was no more.
"Fuck." He choked on the word, everything around him besides Boruto ceasing to exist as he pushed in centimeter by agonizing centimeter.
The blond panted as he opened up around him and tightened his hold on his stretch was nice and slow, letting him adjust and revel in the euphoric satisfaction of being filled. He was never going to come across a man or a cock like this again. "Shit, fucking take me," Boruto whimpered, having no doubt he was going to come again and soon. Kawaki was so freaking perfect.
With a low groan, Kawaki did as he was told, thrusting his hips forward to give Boruto everything he had. He cursed yet again, and breathless or not, he kissed the blond moaning beneath him. His cock pulsed in elation and he didn't dare move an inch in fear of coming on the spot. How he'd missed a feeling like this… it was too good. He would never forget it. Never.
"Okay?" Kawaki managed to ask against Boruto's lips, still having a small part of himself alert enough to be concerned.
"No," Boruto answered almost soundlessly. Absolutely fucking not. He was going to die, but he welcomed more.
"I hurt you?" Kawaki rasped, shaking himself out of his pleasured stupor and leaning up to gaze down at Boruto, but that look on his face wasn't one of pain.
The pause let Boruto gain a second wind. "No, come back. It's good. Really good." It was wonderful, completely and utterly ground breaking, but he didn't have the time nor the patience to get into all that. "Don't stop."
His hips pulled back slowly so that he could push in once more, just as slowly. Nothing had ever felt better, Kawaki was certain of it. Had any woman ever reduced him to a man who made these erotic sounds? Had anyone ever made him feel so sensitive—so wound up he felt as if the coil inside of him would snap at any instant. No. Hell no. This was a whole new world.
Wanting to be careful and mindful of his partner, Kawaki forced his thrusts to be slow and shallow. Along the way though, they were gaining momentum, becoming deeper and faster, until the last of his holding back became nonexistent and he was kissing Boruto with all the passion he possessed. The tight heat surrounding him coaxed him into a steady rhythm that proved to be more than he could handle. He was so close, but he wouldn't come without Boruto.
Without breaking the kiss, he snaked one hand between them to wrap around Boruto's length. He stroked him in tandem with his thrusts, trying to keep up the kiss in spite of his breathlessness and near constant groans. Boruto was completely helpless, unable to do anything but feel every touch and every thrust. In the back of his mind he knew what this was going to do to him, what this whole experience was going to do. He was having so many firsts tonight and forgetting who he was.
He was enoying sex for the very first time in his life, another first to add to the growing list. He felt trust for this stranger that was making him feel better than anyone ever had. Damn it all, he was showing Boruto what sex was supposed to be like and the blond couldn't take it. He couldn't handle being treated like this, it was beautiful. The pleasure kept growing and growing to higher heights than his earlier climax. Everything was on fire and he was so overcome by Kawaki that he didn't register how loud he was screaming.
If he lost his hearing tonight, Kawaki wouldn't even care. No, it felt too good. He was too close and Boruto was right there with him. Faster and stronger, he moved, pumping Boruto's cock relentlessly until his screams reached an all time high. They both reached the peak of ecstasy together, Boruto's come shooting out and coating his stomach and Kawaki's hand while Kawaki released inside of him, filling the condom.
His mind was blown, body exhausted from the exertion and the exhilarating climax he'd just experienced. Kawaki collapsed on top of Boruto, panting, sweating, in a state of shock. He knew he was heavy, but he couldn't move. He just needed a moment, that was all. Surely the blond wouldn't mind. Boruto was trembling and his eyes closed without his permission. He didn't think he would be able to move for a while, but Kawaki's weight was comforting. He was so warm.
Once again, Boruto did something Kawaki didn't expect. He fell asleep, as if he was exhausted in every aspect of the word, as if it was so easy to find sleep in his presence. He was adorable, the kind of guy Kawaki could see himself cherishing. He smiled as he stared at the relaxed look on the blond's face and gently removed himself. After trashing the condom and cleaning himself and Boruto, he got back into bed and pulled his partner into his arms. It was just for one night, a little cuddling couldn't hurt.
Right?
Even though he hadn't felt sleepy or been trying to fall asleep, it happened in no time at all. Kawaki slept deeply, better than he had in years. Having Boruto's soft, small body against his. Basking in his warmth and sweet scent. When he woke up it was barely daylight and yet he felt more rested than he ever had in his life.
Somehow he'd wound up on his back and Boruto was halfway on top of him, one leg and arm thrown over him as if to keep him in place. Kawaki knew exactly where he was, what had transpired between the two of them and that their single night together was over. Boruto was paid to sleep with Kawaki last night and while that was a bit… depressing, it didn't take away from the act itself. Boruto had been himself, he had enjoyed every second they shared together and Kawaki knew that. He wouldn't let himself think otherwise.
It didn't seem as if too much time had passed before the smaller man started squirming, snuggling closer, holding on tighter. Kawaki held him a little more strongly in return, sighing to himself because he didn't want it to be over, but he knew it had to end. What was he even supposed to say in a situation like this? 'That was the best sex I ever had, here's a tip for your trouble.'
He was never going to make it.
Boruto's eyes opened a few moments later and he simply blinked at Kawaki with a dopey smile, not fully awake yet.
"Morning," Kawaki greeted him softly and slightly nervously.
"Hi," The blond murmured, stretching a little afterwards. "I would say sorry for being all over you . . . but I'm not."
"Hm. So honest." And cute. Kawaki smiled lazily at the blond. "I don't mind, I actually like it."
Boruto chuckled, glad to hear it. He was honest . . . among other things, but he'd focus on the honest part for now. "So tell me, are you hung over?"
"Not at all. I was all sobered up by the time I passed out." Kawaki laughed. "I slept well too, I feel great."
"Good." Boruto smiled, though he was a little jealous about how well the other man could handle his drink. "I count that as a big success."
"So… how long do we have left?" Kawaki had to ask, the end was inevitable, as much as he didn't want it.
The blond turned his head to look at the clock. "A little under six hours, we have to be out by eleven."
"That long?" Kawaki blinked in astonishment. He wasn't expecting that. For some reason he was expecting Boruto to leave any second.
"Normally my clients leave once they get what they want," Boruto explained. "Or I leave . . . but technically the room is booked until eleven and we're both still here, so . . . you know."
"Well then, we don't have to rush." Kawaki smiled, happy to hear this. "And… does that mean I can still do what I want?"
Boruto hummed, pretending to consider it. "I guess you can."
"I wouldn't want to take advantage…" Kawaki mumbled, feeling light and playful because what he had in mind would probably shock the blond.
You wouldn't be the first, the blond thought, but Kawaki would never do that, Boruto could tell. It was one of the things he liked about this man, Kawaki was nothing like the trash the blond was usually around.
"Don't worry about it, I'll take advantage for you." Boruto smirked and ran a hand down Kawaki's chest. It was odd being natural like this, but he stopped his mind from wandering too much. Enjoy it while you can. "Tell me what you're thinking."
"I'm thinking that I'd like to soak in the tub with you… have breakfast in bed and maybe cuddle." Kawaki admitted unabashedly.
In a million years he never would have guessed that was what the other man wanted. "Really?" He asked with wide blue eyes. It was truly quite shocking, someone actually wanted something else from him other than sex.
Kawaki hummed as his large right hand stroked through Boruto's hair in a tender way. "What do you think? Am I pushing it?"
"No, no, I think . . . I think that would be nice," Boruto said softly. He couldn't pass up the opportunity to pamper himself a little bit now that he had opened up to someone, he would let Kawaki spoil him a smidge. Just this once he could enjoy himself for a while longer and savored it.
"Good." Kawaki sat up slowly and got out of bed. Then he was scooping Boruto up into his arms and lifting him off the matress before he knew what was happening.
They were soon lazing in a tub full of water, and bubbles that Kawaki was absentmindedly rubbing across Boruto's chest. He wasn't saying anything, but his presence and his touch were both calming, and safe. Boruto's back rested against Kawaki's front, the larger man's legs spread around his. He was soon dragging his wet hand through Boruto's hair, wetting it in return while massaging his scalp.
It was nothing like Boruto thought it would be, but so far that was the norm with the taller man. Everything he did was new to the blond and he was starting to feel guilty. He thought he wanted, no, he thought he was ready and could handle what Kawaki wanted to offer. Admittingly he had already passed Boruto's expectations of what pampering and spoiled treatment was like for someone like him.
Being carried and held so gently, being washed and cleaned and massaged with a loving touch. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought he was supposed to be paying Kawaki instead. Enjoying this should have been easy and yet the blue eyed man was wrong once again. His heart was crumbling, he felt unworthy and undeserving. He was simply doing his job and pleasing his client, but the raven wanted to be the one pleasing him.
"Shouldn't I be washing you?" Boruto asked almost pleadingly. "I know I agreed to this, but . . ." It was wasted on him, a glimpse of a life and even a love that he wouldn't ever experience.
"You said I could have whatever I wanted, right? This is what I want. Let me have my way." He continued dragging his fingers through Boruto's hair. "Just relax, I'm not going to hurt you or anything."
The blue-eyed man didn't doubt that, he couldn't imagine the raven harming him in any way. "I know, it's just . . . I'm not used to it." Boruto shrugged before tilting his head to look up into those silver orbs of his. "You're really enjoying this? Honest?"
Kawaki smiled wide enough to flash his teeth and nodded once. "I am. And what about you? You're not used to it, but does that mean you don't like it?"
He really was interested in what Boruto liked and maybe what he wanted as well. "Are you kidding? This is . . ." He was at a constant loss for words. "It's pretty awesome."
"You like it, huh?" Kawaki mused while brushing his nose against Boruto's temple. "I don't know… I guess you could say I'm softer than I look."
"No way," Boruto disagreed and ran his fingers over the other man's bicep. "You're very hard in a lot of places."
Kawaki laughed at that and lifted his head, his right hand dragging back down through the bubbles on Boruto's chest. "Well, yes, but I meant in other ways."
The blond knew what he meant, but after having spent such a beautiful night with the raven, he couldn't see him as some scary and intimidating figure. "I like you. I-I mean I like the way you are," Boruto quickly backtracked with a deep blush.
"I like you too—the way you are, and everything… I have to admit that it's been a long, long time since I liked somebody so much."
"Really?" He asked and tilted his head back to look at him again. "But you're so perfect—surely you have plenty of people to choose from?" They were diving more into personal questions which would usually be off limits, but Boruto felt safe enough to ask without Kawaki getting mad or tell on him. "I know you can do a lot better than me. Anyone would be better to be honest . . ."
"Why do you say that?" Kawaki frowned, hands still stroking up and down his chest, cupping water to wash over him. "It's not good to sell yourself short, you know… I really thought I was going to come here and turn you down, but I couldn't."
Boruto gave him a sad smile at the compliment. "Couldn't resist, huh? I'm not selling myself short, I'm just selling myself period. It's the cold hard fact. I'm not a classy catch that you take home to meet you parents, I'm a one and done rent boy. Don't be wooed by me," He said and then dropped his gaze to the bathwater surrounding them. He knew his place and wouldn't soon forget it, but it was nice to be treated like a prince. "How did you end up making this arrangement, anyway?"
"A birthday gift from my friends," he explained musingly. "They know I've been on a bad path the last couple of years. I was in love once, but I lost him, and since then… I don't know, I've been avoiding anyone I might actually like. Until tonight at least. And for the record, I don't have any parents."
"I'm sorry," Boruto apologized, both in sympathy and for his insensitive questioning. In hopes of smoothing it over he shared a couple things about himself as well. "I'm not sure who my parents are . . . and I've never been in love with someone before so I can't imagine losing them."
"You never wanted to try?"
He shrugged his shoulder and took hold of one of Kawaki's hands, playing with his fingers. "Haven't really had the chance to." Boruto was nothing but a street kid before his looks really began to shine and then he was picked up by Yakumo to work as one of his boys.
"And if you had a chance?" Kawaki prompted, sounding hopeful.
"I'd be scared of what would happen if it didn't work out, but I . . ." Boruto trailed and fought with himself for a moment, unsure if he should show vulnerability and confess his most desperate wish. "I want to be loved more than anything."
Kawaki's left hand raised to brush Boruto's bangs off his forehead and he kissed his temple. "Maybe we just need to make it work."
"We?" He repeated softly and turned around in the tub to straddle the raven instead, arms wrapping around his neck. "Are you . . . what are you saying?"
Kawaki wrapped his arms around Boruto's waist and smiled. "I'm saying hey. It's nice to meet you. I'm Kawaki, and I think you're beautiful."
Boruto blushed again, but he was smiling back and dared to take a chance. "I'm Boruto . . . and I think you're a sexy stud muffin."
"Sexy stud muffin, huh? I think I could get behind that title." He laughed and gently nuzzled their noses together. "I don't care where you came from… but I care about where you're going. I want to be there. What do you say, baby? Be mine."
A lot of people looked for a way out of this kind of lifestyle and Boruto wasn't an exception, but he never had a reason to get out or a place to go, so he had stuck with what he knew. Kawaki was different from anyone he had ever met and he wanted to believe in him. Maybe it would be a mistake and maybe it would be the best decision he ever made, but anything would be better than forcing himself to fuck some stranger. He wanted to be treated like he was worth something by a man that genuinely cared.
"Yes, you can have me."
"I already feel spoiled," Kawaki said with a soft chuckle.
Boruto laughed at that and tucked his face in his neck, hugging him tightly. "How does that work? I haven't done anything. You're the one spoiling me."
"Spoiled just to have you," Kawaki said and kissed his lips briefly but tenderly. "Now we can really begin… and I'll be happy to take care of you."
"You say that now, but you do realize what this means, right?" Boruto didn't want him to take his offer back, but it was only fair that he was aware of how things would be. "I don't have anything . . ."
"Just trust me," Kawaki told him. "That's all you need."
He was such a romantic, no wonder he could make Boruto shy so easily. "Okay. I trust you, stud muffin."
Kawaki laughed freely and kissed him again. "Good, baby. I won't let you regret it."