During the day, the Tokyo nightclub also has it's attractives. If not for the Pier, or for the club itself, at least for the teenagers, with their coloured clothing, that comes to enjoy the Matinee of the club. Music in this place seem to never cease, and the tall man with a black interesting outfit seem to enjoy, as he sits in a bench not too far away from the club's entrance, to observe. He could, by appearance, to be part of that crowd. But the glasses and the serious aspect makes him look older, maybe not as his mind, but still. The black leather pants and boots, and a long sleeve shirt of velvet seem to settle well against his framed body. The alburn long braid, falling over his chest, seem to be the only ornament for the shirt. The man reads a magazine, it seems. Distracted, enjoying the music, and the movement. And the occasional person sitting down by his side in the bech, although he doesn't even grace them with a glance.

Tsukiyomi pages, "Hello there! ^^" to you.

Bill emerges from the club, for the brief moment he opens the door, music, and warm air billows out around him, then is cut off as the door shuts again. He takes in a deep breath of the colder, clean air, and brushes his bangs back out of his face as he walks to the railing to rest from all the noise and activity in the club.

You page, "Hello!" to Tsukiyomi.

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Tsukiyomi pages, "How are you?" to you.

You page, "Just having Bill chat with Aya." to Tsukiyomi.

You page, "I am trying to decide if I want to go back to the Con or not." to Tsukiyomi.

In a page-pose to you, Tsukiyomi chuckles. "I see. Well, how was it so far? Fun?" :)

You page, "Sorta boring. I have no money to spend on stuff or art." to Tsukiyomi.

The young man looking older sometimes looks around, of course. Something interesting sometimes happens. He could for one be a parent that brought a kid for partying, or a teacher following a teenager group on excursion for fun. But, nope. he is just enjoying music and appreciating the occasional beauty that crosses his way. interesting to think none of the people he killed was really cute for his taste. The thought brings a smirk to his lips, and he sets the magazine aside, in the bench - until the wind decides to blow slightly stronger. Aya watches, dumbfolded, the magazine fly away...

Tsukiyomi pages, "Aw. Well, that's a shame too...cons are fun, but I know I always spend most of my time in the dealer room...I usually don't go to a lot of the events." to you.

In a page-pose to you, Tsukiyomi chuckles. "Of course, I usually don't go to cons anymore at all anyway..."

Tsukiyomi pages, "I don't think I've been to one in about two years now..." to you.

Bill glances over as the magazine blows past his feet, and he quickly reaches down to retrieive it, and picks it up. He looks over at the other man. "Did you want this back?" he asks in a soft, delicate voice. He smiles shyly and approaches the other, offering the magazine back.

Aya-kun keeps staring - first at the magazine, then at all it's way back to him through the hands of a small and shy teenager. probably one of the many in the clb... but what a nice pair of eyes the boy has. Aya suddenly realizes he is staring, jaw dropped slightly, eyes slightly wide. Blink, blink! "Oh?", that deep voice of his seem unsure, "Thank you...i... well, it was not mine to begin with", he shrugs as he raises, looking down at the boy, "I found it the same way you did. Fell on my feet." Aya smirks again. It's still hard to yank a smile from him.

Bill shrugs his shoulders, and sets the magazine down on the bench then, and shakes out his hands. "Well enough then, I didn't want to disturb you or anything, I was just coming out for some air." he replies, and casts a slow, long appraising look over the other man, then looks back overe the railing, the soft breeze blowing his hair back.

You page, "I go to a lot of them. Just not up to it today." to Tsukiyomi.

In a page-pose to you, Tsukiyomi smiles. "I see. Well, don't push yourself."

You page, "Busy cleaning up the house and playing with my baby twin ratties." to Tsukiyomi.

In a page-pose to you, Tsukiyomi smiles. "Heheheheh."

Aya-kun catches himself chuckling. "You're not." Disturbing, that is. "I came to this place to ...be close to where there's some life." How does it feel... to be away from everything... to be far away from movement... "Can you dance?", he asks out of the blue, surprising himself for the question, "I... never learned how." He looks over, to people dancing even outside the club...

Bill looks over at the stranger with wide, surprised eyes. He grins playfully. "Of course I can..." he smiles, then moving away from the railing, he slides a hand across his belly, still damp and sticking to his shirt, and holds the other hand behind his head as he begins a slow, seductive dance to the music.

Aya-kun blinks, but amused now. Is this boy trying to teach or to seduce? The first will probably fail, as the second will end up taking over. Aya backs of, to lean against the rail, observing, appreciating. And he doesn't make a movement or a sound, enjoying the scene before him. And until the music ends, he doesn't take his eyes of that young one, simply indeed enjoying it. It must be so fun and pleasant to be young and able to let himself go like this. To be young, to have clean hands and light mind.

Bill stops dancing once the music stops inside, and he bends over, hands on his knees, laughing, he appears to be more than a bit drunk. "See. Did you like that? People like when I dance..." he says, then as another tune starts up, he turns his back to the other, and begins to dance again. He moves his arms and hands around, up over his head, it looks remotely like some sort of ancient harem dance he is doing.

Aya-kun shakes his head. Who sells drinks to a teenager... world is getting insane. But he will observe, yes. Eye candy! He is in need of some indeed; he had had just... troubles. His only friend locked in some unknown person's house. A schwartz in his bed. Hmmm. Life isn't easy to him. Specially when he remembers what Schuldich did to him. He finds himself blushing as he watches that boy dancing, and the inner battle restarts. he can't... love. His only hope was ruined. No more bed of roses for a lover he wanted to adore and hand his first time to. Blush, blush... Watch is some sort of sin.

Bill suddenly turns, and catches the longing look of the stranger, and while he continues to move in time to the music, he beckons to him with the sly crook of a finger and a wink of his pale lavender eyes. "Come dance with me..." he whispers, then holds out a hand.

"I can't dance", a blushing and suddenly shy Aya catches himself answering, as his long fingers suddely wrasps around the smaller hand. He looks about. The teens are dancing, in and out, anyway. So, why not? Someone once told him that dancing was like making love. Same movements, and a bit of graciousness as he moves. The music plays... and he again looks around to make sure same gender partners are also dancing, or if he would have to be the only one...

Bill clasps his hand around the others, and presses it to his hip, then places the other on the taller man's shoulder. He leans close, his body never seeming to stop moving in time with the music, and he whispers in your hear. "My name is Bill." he says, then he strokes the tip of his nose against the skin of your neck before pulling back with a giggle, and doing his best to get you to move along with him.

"Mine's Aya", the taller man whispers as he presses his hands - both - around the boy's hips. The moving comes easily. Like lovemaking. But, one has to take into consideration - Aya's a kendo fighter. Agile, and gracious. Therefore, he is also smooth and light to guide, not being exactly a burden. First movements come a bit clumsy, but he soon learns the move into the groove. And closes his eyes. he could learn to appreciate. Why not... if he can even sing, sometimes... why not try a dance? And, for a first attempt, he sure picks up fast.

Bill says, "Good.... that's good...." as he begins to move the pair of you around faster and faster, doing more and more provacative moves until he is actually moving his body against yours. Leg to leg, then chest to chest, and finally, hip to hip. "I love to dance..." he sighs, lifting both hands up to flip at his damp hair, then let it fall back down onto his shoulders. "You dance well Aya-kun..." he says in a breathy pant near your ear.

Aya-kun finds in himself to blush rather deeply, asking himself what in hell he is doing there dancing with a drunk teenager in first place. But he doesn't move nor whisper a thankyou back, because oit's his first dance in 32 years and it's not like he can say he is good. But he closes his eyes. Once in lifetime, he has to enjoy it... He is enjoying. he has to ALLOW himself to do so... and keeps his hands around that boy, suddenly realizing how close they are... the extention of that body against his own... and that brings a chill to his spine. 'I am insane. This boy's a teen.'

Bill continues to dance with the other, then too soon the song ends. Bill opens his eys, and looks up at the other with a dreamy, wistful look. "Do you like dancing with me Aya-hun?" he asks, then slowly, runs one of his hands slowly up the center of your chest, and plays his fingertips on the button at the top, waiting.

Aya-kun shyly nods, his hand quick moving towards the boy's hand over his chest. My, what is it this boy's thinking? Please, may it not be what HE is thinking. He is aware some boys like older men, but... he looks at the boy, purple eyes meeting the lilac ones.

Bill watches the other closely, touching the wrong men could get you hurt, mugged, or even dead. He would be careful, but he had the feeling he was right about this one. He felt the hand of the other cover his, and he leaned in closer to Aya. His thighs were on either side of Aya's slightly larger right, and he slowly made rubbing motions with his groin on the other man's leg. "I like dancing with you Aya-kun... I might like to do more..." he grinned, eyes sparkling with desire, and raw lust. Something in the drinks of the club? Oh very likely.

Aya-kun doesn't know where to look. "Please... please don't say that... don't -do- that." Aya pleads whispering, the hand on his, and the body reacting almost wildly, totally opposed to the words. He can feel the boy rubbing against him, and blushes. How can he explain to the boy he can't bring pleasure to anyone, nor get pleasure as well? Life can be mean to him...

Bill looks up at you pouting, a flash of disappointment in his eyes. "Why not Aya-kun?" he asks as his hand slides down Aya's chest, taking his with it, and then rests on the top of his trousers. "I will stop if you want, and go away..." he says softly, "But I don't really want another...." he sulks, and presses closer to you again, but stops humping your leg.

Aya-kun leans, using one hand to cup the kid's face, and leans closer and closer, until take the boy's lips on his if he doesn't oppose. Simply like that. But the doctor just wants to find out what sort of drug they gave to this boy, or if he is a little escort. He can't even believe a sweet and gorgeous kid like that would offer himself to someone out on the streets like that without being under the effect of some drug or drink. The hand on the boy's release his, to wrap around his waist, bringing the slender body close. he is aroused, and none too small behind that leather pants.

Bill Feels your face move closer to his, and he leans into it. His lips are so soft, and he sighs over the pounding beat of the disco nearby, wanting to taste you as his blood surges in his veins. When you pull him closer, he feels your arousal, and one hand moves to cup your bulge in the palm of his hand and he massages you firmly. He is experienced in this it seems.

Poor Aya nearly falls on his knees at the touch. What would one say upon finding out a 32 years old man was never touched by other hands except his own? Not too far gone is the boy before he finds out, because Aya reacts like a virgin. The moan into the kiss and the knees weakening right away are proof of that, and Aya breaks the kiss for mere seconds before he whispers, "In my car." And start moving towards the parking lot, still wrapping the boy by waist. And he forgets to try and detect what did the boy got.

SH Sirius Black: "Hai... Not out here." he pants back breathily, and he slids one arm around your waist and follows you quickly to your car. He is still smiling wide, and his heart racing from the adrenaline and X in his system as he watches you unlock the car. "Nice car...." he purrs, running a hand over the side of it.

SH Sirius Black: (just got punted from Phoenix)

Marraschino: Yes, it is. This time, Aya has a silver car, Mitsubishi, classy if slightly sportive still. He unlocks the door, enters in the driver's side and pulls the seat all the way back. And as the door opens for the boy, he invites him in, as well. First time, in the forest; now in the car. But Aya has gained some of his senses, enough to look at the boy, and... lock the doors from inside. No one in, no one out. He turns at the boy. "Are you drunk, on drugs, are you an escort, or just way horny?" Sraight to the point - although his hand move to bring the braid forth and start to undo it. Some people like it...

Bill carefully gets into the car, casting only the most passing of concerned glances as the doors are locked. He straddles the lap of the other, once the seat is reclined and pushed back. His hands immediatly move to open the snap on the leather jeans, then pull the zipper down slowly over the sizeable bulge beneath it. "Why, are you a cop?" he replies with a sly grin. Once the pants are laid open, he moves lithely, sliding down to wiggle between the man's spread thighs, under the steering column. "Raise the wheel up a bit love..." he purrs, then pulling Aya's undergarments down, and aside, he grips his shaft at the base with one hand, and slowly slides his mouth down over the head. "Hmmmm......" he hums, sending warm vibrations all along the lenght of your cock.

"A doctor... a customer", he says, as he raises the car's wheel, and helps the boy to strip him from his pants, his member pulsing hard and pale and anxious. His hands find the boy's shoulders, and as soon as the kid lays over to suck him, Aya closes his eyes, forgetting the braid half undone... he moans loudly, wincing and shivering in pleasure. A pleasure he had never felt.

Bill speaks with his mouth and hands for now. His mouth moves up and down the shaft of the other, and he uses all the skills he has learned over the last few years. One hand grips and strokes along your shaft, the other fondles your balls, he feels them tensing and tightening the more he sucks and touches you. He continues on in this way, for a minute or two, then he slowly lifts his head up, laping at your head before speaking low and husky. "Tell me what you want Aya-kun..." he pants, then shifts slightly, his own erection begging for attention, but that can wait. "Do you just want me to suck you off, or do you want to go all the way with me? Do you want to put this cock of yours inside of me, and fuck me right here, in your nice car?" he asks, then quickly resumes the suck and stroke motions on you.

Aya blushes deeply despiting the fact his whole blood seem to be concentrated down at his erection, making it so hard it hurts. The hands on the boy are of shy but firm caresses... but those words are what makes him blush deep. How rude words the kid can say. He could never tell that to a lover, he thinks, but it's exciting anyway. Aya forgot to ask the price. Who cares. He can afford. Itf worse comes to worse, he can always rob another ATM. What does he want? He wants to see that kid open up for him in a bed, and adore him for his looks, just once. But, in the car?! He motions to try and fish the boy. Hoping the 'all the way' can be implicit in his acts. He wants the boy to ride him, and his fingers trails down the boy's waist. He won't be naked, but he sure wants to see the boy nude.

Bill feels the eager touches, and the pull upon him to come up from where he kneels in service to the other. He gives one last sucking pull on the shaft of his patron before slinking out form under the steering wheel. He again straddles the older man and looks down at him with a slightly flushed face and wide, expressive eyes. "I'm glad.... I wanted you that way... from the moment I saw you, I wanted you to fuck me... I just knew you would be perfect." he purrs, then with a graceful move, he peels his shirt off, and tosses it into the passenger seat. His chest is smooth, hairless, and nicely defined. He keeps himself in shape it seems. "Touch me Aya..." he breathes, lifting your hands up to his chest, a nipple ring rests in his left nipple, and while you touch him, he undoes his jeans, and carefully shimmies out of them, he was not wearing anything under them.

Aya blushes some more, his hands caressing the chest of the boy. It's not like it should be everyday... in the hospital... the ring on a nipple is something weird for him, so he leans to take the other nipple on the mouth, sucking on it reavenously, while the hand slides to the opened jeans cupping the boy's crotch, caressing his balls as he uses to caress himself. A finger enlacing the base of the boy's penis,and hislips tracing upwards for the neck of the boy. Aya'll let him do all the talk... he has no... guts to.

Bill sighs, and groans as he is touched. He thrusts his hips forward into the touches from you, he is already hard, and has an impressive cock of his own. "Yes.... oh you are so good Aya-kun.... so good. Touch me and make me come while you fuck me...." he purrs, then reaching over with a hand to his jeans, he fumbles in one of the pockets, and pulls out two small packets. The first he tears open with his teeth and then pulls out a condom. "Must play safe...." he says with a pant, then turns slightly, and using his right hand slowly slides it down over your cock with slow, stroking motions. "There.... there we go..." he breathes, then leaning forward, a bridge of flesh over you, he presses the other packet into your palm, it is some sort of balm, or lubricant. "Put this on your hand, then work it in me Aya.... Get me ready for that thick cock of yours...." he pants, then leans down for an eager, tongue filled kiss.

NOW Aya knows this boy must be an escort, all right. But again, now he is too excited to simply stop. He hardly feels when the condom slides down his member, but the lube is looked with totally puzzled eyes. What is he supposed to do with that? He opens it and pours some in his finger, finding the boy's little tight hole. He leans forth in the kiss, a hand still milking the boy, the other parts his cheeks softly, the lubed finger sliding in. let's hope that THAT is what the kid means, because he has NO idea on how to do that.

Bill breaks the kiss to gasp as your finger slides into him. "Oh! Aya-kun.... yes...." he purrs, pressing back against your penetrating finger. "That's it... more... give me more..." he sighs, meaning lube and fingers. Meanwhile, he uses one hand planted on the chair beside your chest to hold himself up while his other hand grips your cock and begins to jerk you off slowly, keeping you primed for what is to come next.

Blushing deeply, Aya slides a second finger in the boy - gently at first and roughly at last, almost fainting in pleasure himself. his moans are deep and soft still, and he finds himself thrusting in the hand that touches him. Until he finally feels he can't wait too much longer, lips trailing down the neck of the boy... "Please", he whispers without really specifying what he wants.

Bill cries out again as the second finger is added, and he movs his hips back and forth slowly, causing you to finger fuck him slowly. "Oh... so good Aya-kun.... it feels so good.... but now... I want you inside of me..." he moans, and with careful movements, he detaches himself from your hand, and taking the remnants of the lube squeezes it onto your sheathed cock. "Now.... Aya.... hold onto your cock, hold it up for me, and I will do the rest...." he moans softly as he places a hand on either side of your chest, and waits for you to target his opening with your cock. He breathes through his mouth now, the windows in the car all fogged with sweat, blocking any viewing in or out.

Aya grasps his own member aiming it as the boy instructs... his other hand releases the young one's member to grasp his waist. "Come, little one", he finds himself whispering as he ends up thrusting towards the tightness of the boy, and at the same time, laying the seat of the car to have a better range. The car has dark windows... and Aya's not afraid of being seen. it's not like he is married or anything... His hips thrust... he wants that child. He wants him badly.

Bill slowly lowers himself down, feeling the thickness of you press into him. When you suddenly thrust upward, driving into him suddenly, he cries out. "OH! GOD Aya!" he cries, gripping the sides of the seat as you drive into him. He squints his eyes shut, and continues to lower his backside until with help from your eager thrusts, you are buried deeply inside of him. He moans with each of your first uneven thrusts that bounce him up and down in your lap and his cock twitches, leaking precum as you start to fuck him. "That's.... it .... Aya.... fuck me... fuck me hard.... I'm all yours.... all yours my pretty man..." he chants softly as he now lets you set the pace.

Aya's pace is a bit for the rough side... hard, indeed. He holds the boy by his waist, keeping him deep buried, moaning louder, and louder, letting the boy try to slide up to come down again and making it none too easy. He's sweating through the velvet, twitching in pleasure... and as the sensation increases, also increases speed and pace, he does the boy harder, and a hand returns to the kid's shaft, milking it harder and faster as well. "Yeah--Little one--" He moans, softly - although his thrusts are... none too soft.

Bill finds he cannot speak now, your thrusts steal the words from his lips as you body drives in and out of him with savage force. "Y-yes.... Ugh.... Y-yes..." he pants as he is taken by you. His hands clutch to the fabric of the seat, and his cock leaks slippery clear fluid as he nears his own climax. "Yes.... Aya.... harder.... fuck ....me...." he manages to choke out as he rides you.

If Aya does harder, probably the boy will hit the head on the roof. But he obliges the best way he can. "Little one... ahhh---" He moans as he also approaches his climax. His hand milking the boy, and he feels like sucking it, but he is big and not that flexable. But he milks well, and he bends slightly upwards, enough to kiss the boy's neck and chest. Nearing his own climax all he needs is to be kissed. Not many escorts likes to kiss the clients, but still...

Bill feels the hungry lips pull forward to kiss him on his chest, tasting the sweetness of his sweat as he glistens in the neon light. His hips buck with the dual pleasure being given to him, front and rear. "Yes.... yes...." Bill cries, tears streaming down his cheeks now to join the sweat running down his neck. He bites down on his lower lip with his teeth, trying to still himself as the man beneath him thrusts into him mercilessly. "Oh God.... Oh God...." he squeals suddenly, his cock spurts hot globs of seed onto his partner's hand and belly as he releases with a tortured moan. As he comes he slumps forward, his mouth seeking, and finding the open mouth of the man driving into him. He kisses him viciously, tongue and teeth as he is milked completely, and his flow ceases.

Aya meets that kiss as he had never kissed before - not even his lover in his dreams. And finally he reaches the climax, experimenting the biggest pleasure, one not even his own hands could give him. The boy is held tight, at first with one and then with both hands as his seed ceases. And as he finishes his own climax, moaning out loud and panting endlessly, he looks at the boy quite wary. probably now the boy will find the locker, open the door and go. Not without claiming his money. What all he wants is to have that kid laying atop of him.

Bill trembles again as you clutch to him, and shoot your load inside. "Aya.... my sweet Aya.... " he grunts as he takes all your body gives, and he continues to move himself up and down your shaft until he collapses on top of you, spent and shuddering softly. "Oh yes.... Oh yes...." he moans, his hips still rubbing his cock against your belly slowly. He is already getting hard again, the drugs of his profession keeping him ready.

Aya takes his time with that boy, but finds it surprising someone would call him a 'sweet'. And more than that, getting hard again with him. Aya softens, but not too much, only enough. When the boy starts to harden again, however, he decides that, since he is paying, he'll tease and do everything he wants to do and never could. Hell, why not? he was induced into a rape. He has a boy he cannot touch. He then might as well get some gratification out of it, making his wishes come true at least once, even if he has to pay for it. Aya gently rolls upwards, until he reaches the passenger's seat, to do as he did on his own - pull it forth and then fully laid, making of it a big bed. The middle console is closed, then he has a nice bed, and he rolls the boy, going atop of him, to ask sensually, "How much was this first round?"

Bill is still panting, his eyes are closed, and he feels himself getting rolled over, and covered with Aya's body. "I am flexible.... let's not spoil the mood Aya-kun. What will you have me do next?" he asks in a soft whisper as he reaches a hand up to stroke the dampness of Aya's cheek.

Spoil the mood? Aya smirks. "I can make it exciting. I can pay you some more if you never lie to me." That 'sweet' word really got on him. His lips simply trails back to the boy's skin, and trails down, from his lips to his chest. Taking the nipple (the one without a ring... that ring bothers him somehow, as if it could hurt), then the belly, and finally, the little mouth of Aya finds in it to swallow all the boy's member, trying to have him harden into his mouth. The hands followed the kiss, and one of them tries to forve the kid's legs apart, to he can massage the balls as his finger enters the boy again, easily now, rubbing and caressing to find a glande... that he presses upwards and massages, as his sucking grows faster and stronger.

Bill sighs, "I never lie Aya-kun.... I could never lie to you... you are so sweet... so kind to me..." he sighs, then as your kisses glide over his body, he shivers, and reaches a hand up to clutch at your shoulder. "Oh... Aya.... please.... yes...." he moans, arching his body up to meet the attentions you give, and then he is suckled, and penetrated again, this time with the long skilled fingers of the "Doctor". He cannot be sure if he really is one or not, and it doesn't matter a bit. "Ohhhhhh.... Ohhhhhh...." he moans, closing his eyes again, and surrendering himself over to the man.

Aya keeps trailing the fingers in, searching, lips also busy. The answer the boy offers to him is almost met with a smile. And would, if Aya's lips weren't busy by kissing the boy so intimately. Fingers thrusting and massaging, Aya ends up getting hard as steel again, and wonders if the boy has yet another condom. He has none, obviously. He wasn't expecting to have... a lay for the evening.

Bill moves his body in a soft undulating wave as he is probed and sucked. "Yes.... Please.... Oh.... Aya..." he moans. "Tell me what to do. I will be good, so good to you." he whispers between breathes. His hips rise and fall slowly as you continue to tend to him, he spreads his legs wide to allow you full access to him. "....yours..... I'm all yours..." he sighs.

Aya pokes about on his glove compatment, to see if by any chance he has a condom, and ends up throwing the boy's pants on the car's floor. Not with a glance of surprise he finds out the boy has more than one in his pocket. He takes one, and aparts himself of the boy to dress it. Be good to him?! And for whoever he fishes to pay him for the night, as he can see! No, he is not special. He is just a client. Oh well. Aya dresses his condom, and fishes the boy's hips, aiming his hard shaft towards the entrance. "Mine." He replies, even if for tonight, even for a cost. And Aya buries himself in the boy at once. One single movement and there he is, moaning again, "Oooooh Yes...."

Bill opens his eyes, and looks lazily at the other as the mouth is taken from him, and he is felt around. He sees Aya looking for something, then he produces another condom, from his own supply no doubt, and puts it on quickly. "Aya...." he sighs as he is shifted around then forcibly mounted again. The condom was lightly lubricated, but it was meant for the wet entry into a female and not his anus. He arches his back and cries out, in genuine pain and discomfort as he is thrust into. "Aya-kun!" he cries, hands going up to paw at strong and sinuous shoulders above. His legs slip over Aya's shoulders as the man leans in, thrusting himself in to the balls. Bill tosses his head from side to side, already sore this becomes agony.

Aya however doesn't even move anymore inside Bill - he stays very still. Laying softly over the boy, therefore pulling himself back a little, a hand removing the leg from his shoulder to place on his waist, instead. And there he stays, laid over the boy, a bit uncertain why he sometimes feel this urge to hurt. And he simply stays, kissing the boy's neck until he softens enough to pull out without causing too much agony. Schuldich's sequels, it must be. "I am sorry", he whispers. "I am way too new on this". He doesn't even know a lube helps in. Except during exams. He was taught the pain is good. Schuldich told him so.

Bill was still clutching to the other, and noticed almost immediatly, he was not thrusting, but after a moment, pushing his leg aside and withdrawing from him. He was apologizing, and this scared him more than anything. The last time one apologized, it was because he could not get it done, and had sought to strangle Bill to hide his shame. "Aya-kun?" he asked softly, then he heard the explaination, and started to relax, a bit. He manages a wet eyed smile. "The tubes, in my pants, get another put it on yourself, then finish with me..." he smiles, stroking his hands up and down the muscled arms of the other. "I want you to... I want to feel you on top of me this time." he says in soothing tones, all the while lifting his lower body up to rub against your groin.

The older man nods softly, and reaches to the tube. He removes himself, and rubs the lube on his wrapped dick, getting hard again and quite easily. Then, again, he aims and starts to slide down. Slower this time, but always steady, until his balls are felt against the other's rear. He then lays over the bpoy, and starts a paced movement. "I want to be within you, little one." he whispers, picking up speed and getting even harder into the boy.

Bill watches the other attend to himself with soft and concerned eyes, then when he is readied, and mounted again he let's out a long sigh of relief when he feels himself filled once again. They must be left happy, sated and worn out, otherwise it could get dangerous. "Yes Aya-kun... that's the way.... Uhg.... Ugh...." he moans as Aya sets the pace, striking deep inside of him. It aches, but is tolerable now. He closes his eyes and relaxes, his body moving with the motion of the other, and slowly, he slides his hand across his belly and he begins to fist himself. "May I come too Aya-kun?" he asks in a breathy whisper. "You tell me when.... uhm..... uhn....." he sighs as his hand moves in tandem with your penetrations and retreats.

Aya is no danger except to himself, if he is not... killing someone. And specially at the moment, when he wants the boy so bad, and trying to learn how to 'make love' without hurting... Aya's lips reach to kiss the boy, but when he starts touching himself he aparts slightly to give him space. "Please", is the answer for the first question, "I want you to." He whispers that deep whisper of his. Nice voice, that much he knows he has. When? "You can come anytime, little one, I want to feel it, I want to taste it." He keeps his thrustings, trying not to hurt.

"You are so good Aya-kun.... So good to me... thank you..." he says, as if speaking to a Master and not the necessary trick. He pumps his fist along his shaft, moaning softly as he does so. "Faster Aya.... fuck me faster, please.... I like it that way... Let me feel you deep inside me, call my name in my ear when you come...." he coaches, then strains to lean up, and kiss softly the lips of the doctor. Aya's hair now loose falls ticklishly over Bill's bare chest, swirling crimson against pale damp flesh.

Aya obligues gladly at the request. Faster and harder... and deeper. Not a problem. he is bigger, heavier, and he is agile too. His braid has come undone by itself, and he had struggled a bit not to let it cover the kid's face. Kissing is what he likes to do the most, so he kisses the boy back. he'll sure wait until the boy releases to release along... it's better this way, at least for him. The name. He tries to remember. It's a foreign name... doesn't matter. In the time he comes, a name will come to his mind.

Bill rocks his body with the pace of the other, like waves, their skin meet and parts over and over. The drugs are still in his blood, but ar starting to wane. He concentrates, he thinks, then opens his eyes and looks up at the man laboring over him, thrusting his meat inside of him desperately. Bill quickly closes his eyes, and thinks of better things, other places, then he lets loose with a little, soft cry, moving his mouth from the other. "Come.... coming..... coming.... Aya... I'm coming...." he grunts and his hand moves like a blur along his shaft until the pearly shower coats his belly and palm in warmth. As bade earlier, he lifts the tips of his fingers to to Aya's lips, letting him taste him, drink him in further. A sob catches, and sounds like a squeal of pleasure as he continues to move his hips, urging Aya to release again. "Come for me Aya-kun...."

Doesn't need to be called twice... Aya releases as soon as he feels the boy's muscles tighten around his member, pushing him to the edge. He moans out loud again, but then he calls the name of the boy in a deep whisper, "That's it little one... little Bill..." And he tries to take the boy's lips again. If he'll let him. But Aya -is- a doctor, and thanks to the surgery he recently performed, now a nice and respected doctor. And he hadn't closed his eyes just once, so he sees clearly when the boy looks at him. The pupils starting to gain shape and texture. Oh yes, he knows that boy is coming back to his senses, and as soon as he releases, he slides off the boy, putting himself on his fours. A shift movement and the condom is gone, and so is his penis, back into the underwear, still half-hard. And Aya rolls from the boy, head supported by a hand, he is leaning in his elbow. he.. observes, panting.

Bill returns the kiss offered in the midst of release, tasting himself on the other, and losing part of himself, part of his soul being sucked out again. Then, it is over. There is no post coital embrace, the doctor, Aya is rolling from him, and discarding the condom, much as he would him in coming moments. Bill smiles however, and leans over for a final soft kiss before moving the passenger seat upright, and quickly gathering his clothes. The shirt goes on first, then he leans back, slipping into his jeans and refastening them. Once his shoes are found and slipped back over socked feet, he ruffles his damp and matted hair into some semblence of style, and looks shyly over at Aya. He must close the deal now, and flee. "I enjoyed being with you Aya-kun.... I hope you enjoyed me...." he smiles, all youth and innocence.

Aya shakes his head no. And sighs. "Are you aware of what you did now?", he asks, a bit too paternal. He opens his arms as soon as the kid finishes to dress. "I wish you could hold me. But... sober." The purple eyes looking down, slightly sad. Post coital embraces... are important to Aya. But how would that boy face it? "Do you like what you do, little one? Or you do it because you need to?" They are not so different in a point. Aya robbed a bank to pay College. This boy sells himself. He just hopes he won't fly away that quickly.

Aya shakes his head no. And sighs. "Are you aware of what you did now?", he asks, a bit too paternal. He opens his arms as soon as the kid finishes to dress. "I wish you could hold me. But... sober." The purple eyes looking down, slightly sad. Post coital embraces... are important to Aia. But how would that boy face it? "Do you like what you do, little one? Or you do it because you need to?" They are not so different in a point. Aya robbed a bank to pay College. This boy sells himself. He just hopes he won't fly away that quickly.

Bill continues to smile at the older man, his calm facade does not reveal the panic building inside. Sober? No he would not be doing this sober, and if he HAD been thinking, he would have gotten the money first. "I would want to be with you anytime my sweet Aya..." he says at last. "I perhaps had a bit too much to drink tonight, but I can see you quite clearly, and I know that you know we help each other out," he says, leaning over, but not quite close enough for a kiss. One hand covers one of Aya's, and the other goes to caress his semi erection through the pants. "I must go Aya-kun.... I need you to help me first. If I don't come home with $1,000 dollars tonight..." he stops, tears forming in his eyes, "I will get beaten..." he says, letting a sob escape at last.

Aya sighs. It's clear for him this boy's lying. "I would give you two thousand if you could -talk- to me, instead." The hand over his erection is taken away from him, almost as if Aya was rejecting him- but not exactly. He leans over the boy to reach at his glove compartment, and takes a long wallet, in which he holds semi-opened with some money, and a calculator, to make the conversion for yens. "And I am a doctor. You don't have a body of a beaten man. No scars, no bruises, no broken ribs, no nothing. You look pretty much like a model. Besides, I was a virgin, not naive." He winks. "A thousand bucks for a fuck is -way too much-, the luxury prostitutes charge at most five hundred." Aya places about 1 500 in the palm of his hand, having counted the money carefully and leaving it clearly at the boy's view - but not at his reach. And he makes no sign to unlock the elecronic doors. "So? The truth? Or you'll go just ...like this?"

Bill is clearly nervous now. The game is up, the money is out but he does not have it. "What truth Aya-kun?" he asks softly, trying to keep control of the situation. "I need money, so sometimes I do this... No you are not naiive, you may not even be a doctor and I may not even be a student just trying to pay the rent. It doesn't matter." he says softly. He blinks, then looks in your eyes directly. "I made us both feel good, THAT is what matters Aya-kun, and I will see you again if you desire it." he smiles, waiting.

First, Aya throws over the boy the medic license. "I have no reason to lie." he growls, "And I fought, robbed and almost killed to have reached where I am - paid my College, paid my place, and pay my food out of my pocket." He is angry now. "I could even pay for my fuck, but two things I cannot forgive. One, is the vain illusion that money buys anything deeper than pleasure. And other, is the lack of truth."This time, Aya sets over the boy's legs the money he has in hand. And turns the key on the ignition of the car, unlocking the doors. "I may be a bastard, an assassin, a son of a bitch and whatever you may think of me. But I am quite sure I am worth a little more than being blatantly lied to." He opens the door himself, leaning over the boy.

"If I mean a source of income instead someone you could come to know better, then you don't need to see me again." He sweeps the long hair off his face, obviously sad, and extremely hurt, obviously controlling himself not to cry.

Bill sits there, frozen with fear, and not sure he will live to survive this encounter, like nearly every one before. Then the money is placed on his leg, after he is yelled at. He is cowering against the door, then Aya reaches across him to open it and he flinches, afraid of being grabbed. He opens his mouth to yell back, to explain, but then he stops, and with a flash of movement, he scoops up the money and rushes from the steamed up car. "I'm sorry Aya-kun... I am sorry I was your first..." he says behind a loud sob, and with a slam of the door, he races off into the night, and down the road leading from the club and into the night.

While the boy flies away like an owl in the night, Aya has a fury attack, almost yanking the wheel of the car and yelling at himself. "WHY THIS SHIT HAS TO HAPPEN TO ME, FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE!!!" He slams the palms of his hands against the wheel, and then in the back of his hands he lays his head, sad and disoriented, the alburn hair covering his face, hiding it from view, as he sobs - no, he cries. In silence, as he was taught. Never in the world could a man be so clumsy or unlucky in love... Door is slammed? He has no idea...

Bill runs until he is certain that he is not being followed, and then slows his pace. He finds himself along a nice street, with large well kept homes. He wraps his arms around his belly, the pain is still there, inside, and where he was used so well. He mutters to himself, trying to shake off the guilt put upon him by Aya, tries to forget all about the whole matter. He has what he needs to pay what needs to be paid. As he walks along he passes a liquor store. Ten minutes later he has shoulder-tapped his way to a pint of rum, and is jogging home to open it in his dorm. Home again, safe at last.