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gacharolls2022-01-15 09:21 am
acutabove) wrote in gacharolls2022-01-15 09:21 am
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>> 016 | gay for pay
[ it hadn't been the most wise decision to take his particular talents and skills over to Liyue, but hosting in Snezhnaya had become a growing, competitive market with dwindling clientele. with a majority of Snezhnayans boasting the same red hair, the same blue eyes and freckles there were few that wanted to go out and pay a premium just for a cut of time with someone that they could find next door, or at the grocery mart, or walking down the street. it was a harsh truth but a truth nonetheless, and it was one of the reasons why Ajax had decided to transfer overseas to see if he couldn't rustle up some work in other cities.
Liyue had been known, predominantly, as the sort of valuable jewel of commerce that implied the people within had mora to spend. and there was certainly a lot of people and a lot of mora flowing through the markets, but the people of Liyue were hardworking and tenacious enough that plenty of them snubbed their nose when the Fatui Hosting Services decided to build a new club right off the main street.
at first, business had been slow. hosts had been relegated to handing out flyers to uninterested passerby in an attempt to entice them to come within. a few had managed to snag a few meek, shy women to come in and see what the fuss was about, and for a time the business chugged along, waiting for its next big break and doing everything it could to stay afloat.
Ajax's arrival hadn't been something that had been heavily advertised, but he'd caused a stir amongst the people anyways. he was young, good-looking, friendly and approachable, and people seemed drawn to him like a moth to the flame. his confidence was unparalleled and his penchant for throwing around money was seen more as a gesture of goodwill than anything ostentatious; within weeks he'd had interested shopkeep's daughters giving him coy looks, had restaurant owner's wives bringing him food to sample or try to get his input. to say he'd developed something of a fan following would be putting it mildly.
this translated well business-wise when the higher ups decided to plaster his face along the walls to try and draw the crowds in. it worked almost too well; those that were able to buy his time bought it out immediately and lavished him with gifts while basking in his affection, and those that did not were forced to look to other hosts while they waited their turn. the other hosts did a good enough job of winning them over on their own merit, of course, and while Ajax's clientele fluctuated it was never enough to make him concerned for the state of his finances as a whole.
it's a Friday night and activities in the club were in full swing. there were separate parts for those that wanted more privacy with the hosts but the men were otherwise free to mingle with whoever they wanted. sex was never a requirement but it didn't keep some of the employees from indulging in time to time, Ajax included, and it wasn't an uncommon thing to open up a supply closet and find a host and his guest going at it, or trying to take a piss and hearing someone get railed really enthusiastically in the men's bathroom. they usually just tended to turn a blind eye to each other's antics and carried on. money was money, and the more you could make the better it was for the company as a whole.
Ajax spends his time mingling, dancing, politely turning down any requests for some "private time" no matter how much was offered because he was tired and had secretly been glad when his last appointment had cancelled. sometimes it was nice to just go where he wanted to, and he takes full advantage of his temporary freedom to say hello to a few faces he'd missed and catch up on things with his fellow countrymen.
it's as he's wallflowering, sipping at one of the Andrei's new mixed drinks that he spots a lone figure sitting on a couch by themselves. said figure is overly dressed for the atmosphere, he thinks, and with a signal to Andrei for another of what he's drinking he makes his way over to greet the new guest and see if he can't get them involved in some way. ]
Hey there. [ he greets, letting a bit of his Snezhnayan accent bleed through. ] You look lonely, mind if I join you?
Liyue had been known, predominantly, as the sort of valuable jewel of commerce that implied the people within had mora to spend. and there was certainly a lot of people and a lot of mora flowing through the markets, but the people of Liyue were hardworking and tenacious enough that plenty of them snubbed their nose when the Fatui Hosting Services decided to build a new club right off the main street.
at first, business had been slow. hosts had been relegated to handing out flyers to uninterested passerby in an attempt to entice them to come within. a few had managed to snag a few meek, shy women to come in and see what the fuss was about, and for a time the business chugged along, waiting for its next big break and doing everything it could to stay afloat.
Ajax's arrival hadn't been something that had been heavily advertised, but he'd caused a stir amongst the people anyways. he was young, good-looking, friendly and approachable, and people seemed drawn to him like a moth to the flame. his confidence was unparalleled and his penchant for throwing around money was seen more as a gesture of goodwill than anything ostentatious; within weeks he'd had interested shopkeep's daughters giving him coy looks, had restaurant owner's wives bringing him food to sample or try to get his input. to say he'd developed something of a fan following would be putting it mildly.
this translated well business-wise when the higher ups decided to plaster his face along the walls to try and draw the crowds in. it worked almost too well; those that were able to buy his time bought it out immediately and lavished him with gifts while basking in his affection, and those that did not were forced to look to other hosts while they waited their turn. the other hosts did a good enough job of winning them over on their own merit, of course, and while Ajax's clientele fluctuated it was never enough to make him concerned for the state of his finances as a whole.
it's a Friday night and activities in the club were in full swing. there were separate parts for those that wanted more privacy with the hosts but the men were otherwise free to mingle with whoever they wanted. sex was never a requirement but it didn't keep some of the employees from indulging in time to time, Ajax included, and it wasn't an uncommon thing to open up a supply closet and find a host and his guest going at it, or trying to take a piss and hearing someone get railed really enthusiastically in the men's bathroom. they usually just tended to turn a blind eye to each other's antics and carried on. money was money, and the more you could make the better it was for the company as a whole.
Ajax spends his time mingling, dancing, politely turning down any requests for some "private time" no matter how much was offered because he was tired and had secretly been glad when his last appointment had cancelled. sometimes it was nice to just go where he wanted to, and he takes full advantage of his temporary freedom to say hello to a few faces he'd missed and catch up on things with his fellow countrymen.
it's as he's wallflowering, sipping at one of the Andrei's new mixed drinks that he spots a lone figure sitting on a couch by themselves. said figure is overly dressed for the atmosphere, he thinks, and with a signal to Andrei for another of what he's drinking he makes his way over to greet the new guest and see if he can't get them involved in some way. ]
Hey there. [ he greets, letting a bit of his Snezhnayan accent bleed through. ] You look lonely, mind if I join you?
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that Zhongli hasn't rejected him up until this point is only the icing on the cake, and not for the first time does he find himself looking the other over, committing his features and those beautiful eyes of his to memory so that he might have an easier time finding him in the future.
the pace he sets is brutal, feral in its intensity. he can feel spit running down the length of his cock, dripping down onto the polished linoleum. at some angles he thinks he can feel the drag of teeth over his dick but it only adds to the pleasure, pain mingling in white-hot pulses with the ecstasy of fucking into a warm, wet hole tailored for his use. all Zhongli has to do is to take - and gods, he does such a good job of it.
the last few moments before his orgasm he drives himself in deep, grinding against Zhongli's face in wet, filthy pulses and holding him there. his cock throbs between the man's lips, swelling to its full length, Ajax's fingers finding their new home clutching handfuls of the pretty Liyuen's hair before he throws his head back and cums.
his entire body jerks with each heavy pulse, each warm, thick rope of cum that seeds Zhongli's throat, pools on his tongue and oozes down into his gullet. he keeps the man there as he empties out an almost inhuman amount of it down his throat, flooding the previously unused space until as though he means to choke him with it.
reprieve comes in the form of Ajax easing up his hold on his hair, a great sigh of relief drifting past his lips. he hadn't realized how bad he'd needed that up until this moment.
but more importantly, though, he looks down at Zhongli, gauging his appearance and his reaction as the footsteps abruptly fade off into the distance. ]
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his eyes roll up as hands clutch his hair and the Snezhnayan grinds against his face, filthy and wet and everything he would never normally allow himself to be. he has to be close, he's sure, and it's confirmed when his throat is filled deep with hard, hot flesh.
the first pulse of thick, hot cum oozing into his mouth and down his gullet is enough to drive him to cum. his cheeks are too red already for it to be obvious that he's a little embarrassed, but Ajax will likely feel the sound the Liyuen makes when he's filling his pants. it's even more embarrassing that he seems to cum harder as he's held in place, eyes unfocusing with the struggle of swallowing it all down and not choking.
and when the Liyuen is finally given relief? his tongue remains stuck out of his mouth, a drop of saliva threatening to drip down. Cum and spit and tears stain his face and stick his hair to it in places, golden eyes peering upward to Ajax. for a moment, before he catches himself and his breath enough to swallow and lick his lips in some attempt to clean up, he looks like a cute little pup waiting for a treat.]