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[Asar]

He felt relief course though his body a his hand moved at the speed he was accustomed to. But he did miss the warmth and the wetness around his member.

Feeling the other male shift and move above made him slow. He let his body be moved, eyes back onto the plumped and softer looking lips. He kissed back eagerly, only slightly better, knowing what to expect.

His body jerked in slight surprise as the whore pressed down so he was inside him. He pressed his head forward, his own moan trembled passed his lips.

This was tighter then the lips, and made him grip onto the other males hips rather then his arousal, squeezing them to push back a moan.

[Chanda Sen]

The man's hips rocked slowly against Asar's.

He gave a low groan, his golden eyes smouldering into his clients as he ground and thrust his hips.

"Do you, mmm, like this, Sir?" he purred softly, pausing in the middle of his question to moan softly, lips parting as he began panting.

Chanda loved his job. He loved feeling filled like he was now.

His head tilted back to offer his throat, his hair cascading down over his shoulders.

[Asar]

The boy let out a unsteady breath, lips parting slightly as the taller male rocked his hips. Hands gripped harder on the skin, enough to leave red marks that only his hands will fit.

He nodded, dumbly once again, unable to break contact with the other males eyes. Almost in a trance, finding them one of the the few wonders in the world.

The neck being exposed of it pulled him out of it, and he leaned forward to press a kiss to the mark he left earlier.

[Chanda Sen]

A soft, amused hum sounded when the boy nodded dumbly.

The boy was so new to this world. He didn't know how to act or what to do. When to answer and how to give those answers. It was cute.

His golden eyes almost glowed down at Asar as he continued to rock his hips against the boy's.

Chanda purred softly when Asar leaned forwards to press a lingering kiss to his marked skin.

[Asar]

Letting out a low and breathy moan against the skin from the tightness and friction around his erection, toes clenching and unclenching as the familiar warmth built up in his navel.

His moans became a little louder and more needy, and he bit the tender skin. Nails grazing the back to embrace to elder male and to bring him closer. The corners of his eyes creased as he squeezed them shut, picturing the face and body that was only a few inches away from him.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda's hands skimmed up Asar's sides gently, the tips of his warm fingers barely grazing over the boy's tanned skin.

His long fingers clenched in the boy's curly hair, coaxing his head back gently to reveal his throat.

Chanda rarely marked his clients skin when he laid with them. But he loved feeling soft skin under his lips. He loved to be able to take the skin of someone's throat between his teeth and know that if he bit down hard enough he could get them to bleed; to mark them as his.

But he never did.

His tongue lapped out to taste Asar's skin with a low purr.

[Asar]

Asar's lips feel apart as his head was tugged back. It stung a little, but it wasn't unpleasant. Instead in made his shiver and let out a soft moan.

The darked skinned male inhaled deeply and quickly, before letting out a short breath as the whore licked his neck. He tried to tilted to tilt his head further back to expose the skin, letting out a soft whine.

Nails racked at the back, leaving long red marks down the sun-kissed skin. He wanted more.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda groaned softly when nails scraped down over his back, leaving red marks in their wake.

That would be a pain. Other people would be seeing his back. They'd see the marks and know that he had been with others. Generally he liked to play the sweet innocent boy just starting out in prostitution with new folks. With marks like that he definitely couldn't claim to being new.

He'd just have to try and gain peoples interests through being a well-seasoned whore. He hoped people bit the bait.

The man moved faster against Asar's hips, body arching in a very flexible manner above the younger boys. His head tilted back, the greasy hair framing his face falling back with the movement; the gold piercing his ear shone in the low light as it bounced against his neck.

The man groaned softly.

[Asar]

Asar groaned under the other male. Hips rolling faster and bucking more needy as he panted. Face more flushed and hands gripping onto the other males skin - enough to leave small bruises for the day.

Half-lidded eyes watched the whore. The exposed neck with the slight marking, the toned stomach flexing with each roll of his hips, the firm arousal and how he let Asar inside him - tight and leaving the younger male writhing beneath him.

Asar pressed his upper body into the blankets, gasping and crying out as pleasure washed over him. His body then relaxed, his grip on the other male slipping, and his chest heaved.

He wondered half idly why he never searched out for a whore before, like his family suggested. Fingers brushed down the whores thighs. Maybe it was the gods way to taking him to this specific whore?

[Chanda Sen]

The older male shuddered softly when Asar came inside of him.

The feeling of another man's semen inside of him was not unfamiliar but he had never been overly fond of it. He'd have to spend some time thoroughly cleaning himself when Asar left.

Chanda moved to pull away from the man, dropping to his knees and leaning over him to lap at his member, cleaning it off at a leisurely pace.

He had satisfied his client; his job was done.

[Asar]

Asar let the other male clean him off, lips slightly apart as his breathing returned to its regular pace. His head was more clear - enough to notice the fowl smell of the slums. How long did someone have to stay in them to get use to it?

Gold eyes watched the whore intently, waiting to see what he will do next. He guessed he had to pay now, but did he have enough? It was not like he could count it out to check.

He did not offer to pay, rather he waited to be asked. Wanting to to spend more time with the whore between his legs.

He wondered how he will look if his hair was not greasy, the dirt on his face removed, his body scented with oils and decorated head to foot with all kinds of jewellery. For him to be so gorgeous already, it was hard to imagine.

[Chanda Sen]

The touch of Chanda's tongue continued at the same languid pace, golden eyes hidden behind his tanned eyelids.

The job had been done, now payment needed to be considered.

But what could he take form the man? He wanted something substantial. Something that he could live off for a long while. A higher price than what he would usually charge. This rich boy could afford expensive whores. And Chanda wouldn't say no to being paid a larger amount than he usually got.

A gold coin? Two? He wouldn't push for three. He wanted money but he wouldn't get greedy.

The man pulled back a little, staring at Asar silently for a few moments.

[Asar]

Gold eyes studied the whores eyes as he waited for the price. Not that he minded waiting for the whore to speak - giving his time to admire the image in front of him. The last events were now a blur of pleasure, small details (like the whores face) were hard to remember.

But, other then the price, what do you say after sex? His father would often just leave his slaves to clean themselves up, while his brother would whisper romantic fantasies that they all knew would not leave the bedroom.

Asar's eyes dipped a little to look at the whores neck. It would be nice to see a bit of metal wrapped around it.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda stood, pausing for a moment to grimace at the feeling of the boys semen inside of him.

He really did need to clean himself off thoroughly.

"Two gold," he murmured, bending to pick up his clothing.

Now he would collect payment and take the boy back to where he had met him then go clean himself off.

[Asar]

He sighed softly. "Right."

He lifted himself, almost unwillingly, to searched though his clothing in search for the brown pouch. Feeling slightly lucky it was in gold rather then silver or bronze. He emptied it, coins spilling into his hands. He searched though them, picking out the gold ones.

Despite his unwillingness to educate himself, he did know his numbers up to ten. Even if he did look at the coins for a second and then back at his fingers to double check - half tempted just to give the whole bag.

He turned and gave the coins to the whore before turning to throw on his clothing. His nose twitched and he wondered if he could get the smell out of them.

Staring back at the whore, he felt slightly dejected that his time was up with him.

"Do you normally preform at that spot?" He asked, despite not knowing how he got there in the first place.

[Chanda Sen]

Chanda couldn't help the grin that spread across his face when Asar passed over the two shiny coins.

His hand curled into a fist around the coins before he dropped to his knees again, flipping over his palate to reveal a rather empty leather pouch much like Asar's own in design, but not in content. He deposited the coins into the pouch then covered it by the palate again.

His savings. Enough to keep him going for a few weeks if need be.

"More often than not."

Sometimes he changed his location to draw in different customers, but that wasn't all that often. He liked that spot. He got a few reliable customers there.

[Asar]

Asar nodded, loitering a little in hopes of a conversation or affection. He chewed on his lip and pushed his foot on the carpet as if he was checking that he was not leaving anything behind.

He knew this man was not his slave. Just a whore he found on the street who he used for his first fuck.

But he wanted him, that was for certain.

Turning, he nodded at the whore, walking out the 'house'.

"I will use you again then." And maybe own you.

He took in the image of the man, trying to remember exactly how he looked for his fantasies later, before finally leaving.

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