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"Thank you," he says, with a heartfelt smile on his lips. He drops it quickly and turns back around towards the stove, but Jade must have caught it. Silently cursing himself, he holds a spoonful of what he's cooked up to Jade's lips. "There?"

"Uhm, and I made dessert. I know you didn't ask for that, it's just pudding, I put it in the fridge so whatever."

"That's quite thoughtful of you. Thank you."

Jade swallows the food down, feeling uneasy. Which is odd, it's not as if he has to fear poisoning. Shinjirou's smile had only added to that unease.

He'll likely never realize it, but he finds the sheer domesticity of the situation unsettling.

After a moment, he nods his approval. "It's good." Surprisingly good, in fact, considering Shinjirou had been living on the streets. "Now, are you ready? You'll be doing quite a bit of standing, so I hope you're not feeling too tired."

It's always better when he's got something else to do while talking to Jade and setting the table is a very sneaky activity here. Better than uncertainly stepping from one foot onto the other.

"Yeah I don't think you really care about me being tired." He is; hell, he'd gladly go to bed already. If it weren't for the adrenaline cursing through his body, he would have fallen asleep on the dirty laundry.

"And why will I be standing around all night?"

Jade does care about Shinjirou's well-being, in the same way one might worry that a tool would become too worn to be effective, but he doesn't think Shinjirou needs to hear that. Neither does he see the need to placate him.

"It's the way things are done." At least, judging from what he had observed when visiting other houses. "You'll stand next to my chair and wait until we have need of you. We'll be talking business after dinner, so you'll be standing for awhile." A brief pause. "But I'm sure we can make it up to you later."

"That's stupid. What's wrong with calling me when you need me?" With dinner pretty much ready, he puts the apron away and the hair tie into one of its pockets. Groaning, he takes note of the slight curl to his hair. That's what you get for tying it up when it's still wet.

"This slave thing got some strange etiquette." He's dealt with other assholes before, so he just shrugs, effectively dropping the argument. "Will try not to yawn too much."

Privately, he agrees, but he keeps it to himself.

"I'd appreciate that." Another pause, then he says conversationally: "By the way, once we have you on the couch, you can signal for me to stop if you need to. Two taps of your foot would do. I'd prefer it if you didn't, but I'll leave it to your discretion."

He had considered the matter for awhile before deciding it was better to have a safeword than not, at least for now. Better for Shinjirou to give an underwhelming performance than to push him past his limits. Besides, Jade is fairly confident that he'll try to endure as much as possible, especially after having been cautioned.

Who knows, perhaps he'll even enjoy it.

That Jade would give him a way out of the situation to come is entirely unexpected and he fails to keep his jaw from dropping. He tries to make a mental note of the sign Jade just described to him and nods a bit too enthusiastically -- truth be told, he's relieved, though he thinks he won't have to use it. The guest probably expects a virgin and at least Shinjirou isn't going to correct him on that assumption.

"Sure. Not going to abuse it, don't worry."

Shinjirou's reaction convinces him that he had made the right decision. He smiles again, very briefly. "Good."

The doorbell rings just then. Jade checks the clock - exactly six on the dot. "Go stand by my chair," he commands, already striding towards the door to usher his guest in.

The dinner and the conversation that follows last for over two hours. There's plenty of small talk, which slowly veers into an involved discussion about the slave market and its suppliers, although both of them are careful to refrain from mentioning any names. A few times, the guest makes references to Jade's "close friend", but Jade quickly cuts him off whenever that happens. Throughout it all, the guest occasionally glances over at Shinjirou, his brow furrowed with something that might have been displeasure.

Finally, the guest suggests that they take a break, and they both stand. Jade's hand darts out to grab hold of Shinjirou's lead, tugging him over to the couch.

"Go on. Lie down, face to the ceiling. Just relax."

It's surprisingly exhausting to just stand around and listen to business talk even when he's been the victim of part of their conversation. He can't bring himself to care about the topics they seem to be so involved in, nor the odd looks Jade's guest is giving him. Once or twice he yawns, and for a few minutes, when he just can't keep them open anymore, he closes his eyes.

He jerks, eyes widening, at Jade's command. Maybe he shouldn't have taken those mini naps. He's dizzy. "Wha? Y-yeah." Shit. Well, agreeing to something isn't that bad, is it? He quickly climbs onto the couch, positioning himself the way Jade told him to. His legs are definitely happy that they don't have to carry his weight anymore and he parts them slightly to make up for opening his mouth.

His heart is beating fast enough that he's almost convinced the other two will be able to hear it, and he keeps tugging on the pillow. Dizzy, yes, but wide awake.

Jade gives the chain a firmer tug. "Quiet," he reminds him, voice cool. Had his faith in Shinjirou been misplaced? He hadn't expected him to slip up this quickly.

"He's eager," his guest comments. "Poorly trained. Was he broken in at all?" When Jade shakes his head no, the man sighs. "Is this the quality of the stock they're putting on the market nowadays?"

"They did offer me a whip." Jade responds lightly, sitting down next to Shinjirou's head and beginning to toy with his hair. "I suppose the seller thought he'd appeal to the people who like to do the breaking in themselves."

Before, he wouldn't have understood the appeal. But when he remembers the electrifying feeling of Shinjirou bending to his will, he thinks he can sympathize.

His guest, however, is not impressed. "They still shouldn't have sold him to a first-time buyer. I could take him off your hands." Moving with an easy familiarity, he straddles Shinjirou's hips. Jade watches, eyes slightly narrowed, as he runs his hands along Shinjirou's neck and upper torso, toying with his nipples. "He's in good condition, at least. Virgin?"

Shinjirou focuses on the lamp above him as they talk about him as if he weren't there. As long as he's not paying them too much attention, he can hold his tongue and ignore what they're saying about him. The guest's opinion on him is obviously not the best. He swallows a fuck you, asshole and glances at the man once he's forced to bear his weight.

No, he doesn't want this guy as his new ... Master. Jade might be a meanie, but he's afraid the guest might just be mean. Nothing cutesy about it. Licking his lips, he bares his throat to the man nonetheless, breathing in sharply when the teasing makes his nipples stiffen immediately. Whether he's supposed to answer in some way, he doesn't know. He nods anyway. It's a lie. So what.

He does shoot a quick glance at Jade, however, to see if it was acceptable.

To react would be to give the game away, so Jade simply looks down at Shinjirou impassively, continuing to stroke through his hair. He's not sure why he chose to lie, but he doesn't see much issue with allowing him this.

His guest is skeptical enough anyway. "Hard to believe. He's a street rat, isn't he? I know his type; they whore themselves out to anyone who so much as glances their way."

He pinches at a nipple, twisting it to the side before he releases it. "Doesn't really matter. Under your care, he's not going to stay a virgin for long."

"No," Jade agrees, watching as his guest runs his hands down Shinjirou's stomach, then lower still, until he's winding Shinjirou's dark curls around his fingers and pushing himself up so he can inspect Shinjirou's cock. "We came close yesterday, but I thought it'd be more fun if I saved him for you."

That's sad, because it's true (almost, seeing as he's worse, never demanding money for spreading his legs). He's never been all that picky. Them being interested in fucking him was all he ever needed. Obviously that time's over now: he can't pick anymore, even if he wanted to.

He shifts, trying to let the soothing gesture of Jade petting him override the sinking feeling of anxiety. The pinching hurts which is probably the intent, but he exhales slowly and silences himself that way. It won't work with everything that's going to happen; for now breathing is sufficient.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he turns his head. It's fine to walk around naked. Well, not so bad, at least. Having someone stare at his groin up close makes him want to press his thighs together, though. His legs tremble with the effort he puts into not doing that. He's go nothing to hide, he thinks; he's average, but most importantly, cleaner than he's ever been before.

"Hmm." The man smooths his fingers over Shinjirou's balls, then presses down on his perineum, rubbing back and forth against it. "He's not my usual type, but I might take you up on that offer."

Since Shinjirou hadn't objected when he first raised the idea, Jade assumes it's alright to proceed. "I was hoping you would. I appreciated your assistance over these past few months."

"And this is your way of saying thanks?" He peers closely at Shinjirou's legs. "He's all bruised up here, you sure he's a virgin?"

Jade lifts his shoulders in a shrug. "They told me it was just from when he was captured. It's rather odd, I admit, but I didn't care enough to inquire any further. Still," he smiles, "it's not going to matter soon, is it?"

"Huh." The man finally sits back, momentarily freeing Shinjirou. "Turn around," he instructs. "Then get on your hands and knees."

His head tilts back, heavy arousal pooling between his legs when the man happens across one of his soft spots. He's got too many of those. He hates that about himself, but also loves it. Only very few have managed to not get him off. This won't be any different.

He'd like to take a stand for himself, explain what had happened to get those bruises -- though only the top layers really come from the rough handling of his kidnappers, the others merely from having fun, if also rough times -- but he looks at Jade and he can't.

It's a challenge; it's an order. And the sweet, light flutter in his stomach when Jade had praised him for being good .. he kind of wants that again. He lets his lids droop and rolls around, slowly pushing himself up. His eyes are set on Jade for a moment, trying to convey and at the same time conceal his intentions. His hopes. Then he drops his head and looks down.

That's what a good slave would do, right? This is guesswork for him without any guidance and he lets himself be guided by what he considers uncomfortable. Ignoring that, going by the flush to his skin, it's also exciting.

Shinjirou wants something from him, he can tell that much. The problem, however, is figuring out what he wants and whether or not to give it to him. The first isn't too difficult - Shinjirou likes to be controlled, praised, watched - and Jade fully intends to indulge him on all counts. The question is, to what degree? Shinjirou has been good so far, yes, but Jade had seen the stiff set of his jaw, the way he either stared at the ceiling or closed his eyes, obviously trying to pretend he was elsewhere.

He can do better.

At least his guest doesn't seem to mind too much. He's chuckling, in fact, delivering a sharp smack to Shinjirou's ass. "Look at him," he growls, "he's already getting hard. I bet he'd be dripping wet if he was a girl."

Another slap, harder this time. The sound of it echoes loudly around the room. "Eager to lose your virginity, huh? Don't even care who you give it to. Bet you don't don't even want to give it, you just want it taken from you."

Through it all, Jade continues stroking through Shinjirou's hair, encouraging him to keep his head down, close to the tent that's forming in Jade's slacks. "Unzip it for me," he murmurs.

If the guy were really his first, he would have gotten a kick to the balls and nothing more. He keeps his eyes closed and takes a deep breath of air. Growling is what he really wants to do. Without Jade right in front of him, he might not have cared about the repercussions. Getting hit is easy. Disappointing someone isn't. He takes the slaps with a shaky whine, ass cheeks clenching, glad that his hair is long enough to hide his flushed face. He'd be, he thinks, dripping wet.

And a tiny voice in his head wishes he could tell them that they're right; that he's a whore, that he wants to be taken. He knows he'd end up insulting either Jade or the guest -- worst case, both -- instead of degrading himself further.

Unzipping Jade's pants with his teeth sounds more exciting to him. Also like something about to give away that he's as far from a virgin as possible. So he raises one hand and awkwardly does the job -- he doesn't have enough constraint yet to not brush his fingers over the bulge before putting his hand back down on the couch for support. Embarrassingly, his mouth is watering and unwilling to close. Yes, he's eager. He's starved, especially after the night before. It looks like this time, he's at the very least going to be allowed to touch bare skin. Better yet, suck on it.

Strange as it might seem, it's been awhile since Jade had seen someone so genuinely eager to suck him off. Most of the prostitutes and bedslaves he'd been with treated it as a job; oh, they were good at pretending, but they lacked a certain spark.

Shinjirou didn't. His eagerness was almost a physical presence, forceful enough to make Jade's cock stiffen further, even before he begins stroking himself. He's half-tempted to start pushing into that open mouth, but his guest would be terribly displeased if he begins without him.

Speaking of his guest... You're not even going to finger him first? Jade wants to ask, but perhaps the man wants it to be a surprise. He's busy spreading lube over his cock with one hand, the other still on Shinjirou's hip. Then he glances up and nods, once, and Jade knows he is ready.

It's not the first time they've done this. They're perfectly coordinated, moving at the same time: Jade shifting forward to press his cock between Shinjirou's half-open lips, while the man uses both hands to grip Shinjirou's hips tightly, nudging the slick head of his cock against his entrance.

"Careful now," Jade warns, and that's all he says before the two of them begin to push in at the same time, slow and steady.

The silence makes him more nervous than he'd like to admit. Stretching his neck, though not making an attempt to force his mouth onto Jade's cock, he watches with quiet impatience. It's not that he can't hear the lube being handled somewhere behind him, but he doesn't know exactly what it's supposed to mean until he feels both of the stranger's hands on his hips.

Which is the exact moment he realizes he's been wrong and his plan has failed. Pretending to be a virgin obviously won't get him a slower, more gentle approach. Fuck, he thinks. All that comes out of his mouth is an unsure little, "Huh?"

He's been in this position before and his reaction doesn't stem from unfamiliarity. Just, last time he'd knelt between two men he'd just met, they had all been prepared for what was going to happen. Now the only warning he gets is the feeling of a wet cock sliding against his hole. There's no time to take a deep breath either.

At least partially he drops the act and lets his jaw become slack, opening wide to Jade's cock as it glides into his mouth, his tongue instinctively welcoming the intrusion by pressing up into it. Unfortunately, relaxing his upper half leads to his lower half relaxing a bit as well and the guest's cock meets little resistance as it pushes past the first attempt of Shinjirou's body to keep it out. He tightens around him, toes and fingers both curled.

All the time, though, he fixates Jade. Swallowing him deeper, trying to communicate that, yes, thrusting into his mouth, his throat, is possible, is something he'd love to show off. Apart from the strong sensation of opening up to the guest's cock, inch by inch, he's nearly forgotten they aren't alone.

If there's one thing Jade appreciates about his guest, it's that he's honest and forthright when it comes to matters of pleasure. "He's so tight," the man is groaning, his fingernails digging into Shinjirou's skin. "Fuck, yes, keep clenching, I want to fuck you open- "

"He is quite good," Jade agrees absently, but most of his attention is focused on Shinjirou. This time, he doesn't reprimand him for speaking; after all, the little "huh" had been more a noise of surprise than actual speech.

Jade fists his hands through that long hair, pushing it out of the way so he can see Shinjirou's face clearly. Being looked at with such intensity sends a pleasant shiver running up his spine, compounded by the skill with which Shinjirou presses his tongue against his cock, hot and wet and with just a bit of give to it. He continues to push forward, using his grip on Shinjirou's hair to pull him closer as he does.

"Suck properly," he commands, deciding to keep up the charade for now. Behind him, his guest is still groaning, muttering an incoherent stream of curses and filthy comments under his breath. His cock is long and thick; he's barely gotten half of it into Shinjirou.

It may be the first order he's genuinely excited over and he needn't be told twice, gulping Jade's cock down as deep as he can while fingers leave marks on his hips and hold him in place. He tilts his head, letting the tip of the hard length fill out his cheek, cupping it with his lips as he pulls back and drives his mouth onto it again, not caring about the loud sucking noises that produces. His groans on the other hand are muffled, hopefully sending nice vibrations down the hot skin in his mouth.

Even the guest's wishes he complies with, clenching down hard -- it doesn't just feel good for the other man, it also makes him shake, his own cock straight as an arrow, and precome already almost dripping onto the couch. If only he were allowed to move freely, allowed to thrust back, make his own demands. His back arches, Jade's cock hitting the back of his throat for the first time. The sensation is sharp and overwhelming and he wants more of that. He doesn't need to do anything to have the guest's cock burn as it breaches him, his entrance searing, but he has to stretch to get Jade into his mouth as far as he wants to.

He'll be sore; he doesn't care. This is the ache he desires and he's enough into it to give the men both his wincing and his whining for more. It's okay. It's okay because the guest is pushing deeper still, tearing into him. It's okay because Jade pulls him forward, helping him get what he wants. Most importantly, it's okay because it's so good, he can forget about everything else in the heat of the moment.

"Slut," the man hisses. "You're such a slut. Your first time and you already can't get enough. Should have left you in the market. Let every single visitor fuck you until you're less of a slut."

Suddenly, he thrusts, with enough force to pitch Shinjirou forwards. Jade can't stifle the groan that spills from him as his cock slips further down Shinjirou's throat. Waves of pleasure course through him every time Shinjirou groans and swallows, the walls of his throat rippling and tight around his cock. Shinjirou is good at this; he has to wonder how many times he had done it before, how many men he had sucked off, how much come he had swallowed.

Then they're both buried inside Shinjirou, as deeply as possible. The guest rocks back and forth in little motions, and Jade tries to control his breathing, swallowing every so often. He silently counts five seconds. Ten.

The guest nods, and together, they pull out halfway, and slam back into Shinjirou almost instantly. Then they finally abandon their attempts at perfect synchronicity. The guest hauls Shinjirou's hips even higher and fucks him in earnest, slowly at first, but with increasing speed. Jade matches his rhythm the best he can, shuddering as he tries to fuck deeper and deeper into Shinjirou's throat, all the while yanking on his hair.

Neither of them pay any attention to Shinjirou's leaking cock.

There's no time to wonder about the scenario, if he'd have gotten sick of spreading his legs eventually. He's thrown forward with the sudden thrust, keening at the burst of pain, but the sound is stopped by Jade's cock blocking it from coming out. He breathes hard and fast, trying to find his way back into their game. It'd be easier if he knew the rules.

He can't complain too much, not even silently, when he gets filled up to the brim after days of being empty and a bad night's sleep thanks to being close, but not close enough.

His cheeks hollow out as he sucks hard, humming with each of the guest's shallow thrusts. It's teasing him as much as it provides him with the burning friction he needs to loosen up more, accommodate even the thick base. Touching his cock would only make him lose his mind at this point. He's glad there aren't more sensations he's got to deal with.

And then they're suddenly not just playing around anymore. He writhes, as much as he can in this position, crying out around the heavy cock running into his throat. Raising one hand, he cups his neck to feel it bump into him. His eyes water with the intensity, but he'd lash out at the two men if they were to stop now. He's dripping onto the fabric each time the guest hits his sweet spot, and he clenches, trying to hold him there, wanting him to go harder.

He's all but limp in their hold, letting his body be pulled one way or another, whatever suits them best at the current time and his hips do try to jerk, it just doesn't work very well. There'll be scratches on his hips if he isn't more careful; he's never careful.

Watching the changes that overtake Shinjirou's expression is almost as good as rutting into his mouth. Jade can pinpoint the exact moment when Shinjirou surrenders all control, and he knows he would be screaming his lungs out like that first night, if it wasn't for Jade's cock choking him into silence. His toes curl inside their socks when he notices Shinjirou placing his hand against his neck. He angles his thrusts deeper, harder, wanting Shinjirou to feel his cock, inside and out.

It's a struggle to stop himself from coming. He knows he's leaking pre-come freely now, a steady drip of it down Shinjirou's throat and right into his stomach. A few times, he almost slips out of Shinjirou's mouth entirely, as his guest's wild thrusts pitch Shinjirou's body back and forth. But the wet slide as he pushes himself back in is bliss, and he can't hold back his quiet moans when that happens.

His guest is slamming rapidly in and out of Shinjirou now, and Jade knows he must be close. And he is right. Jade's lips curl with a hint of triumph as his guest thrusts inside Shinjirou one last time, throwing his whole body over Shinjirou as he comes, the shudders that wrack his body powerful enough for Jade to see.

It feels too good, that itch being scratched with each rough, quick thrust, his insides melting with the heat of the man's come. He drinks Jade's up as if it were hot cocoa, sweet and thick, the head of Jade's cock visibly pushing out into his palm through his throat. It's a novelty to him that he doesn't have to beg to be fucked harder, faster. Here it seems to be enough to have his body be inviting: be pliant and be rewarded.

The man's weight pins him down to the couch and he has to rely on Jade's fist in his hair to keep them connected. He feels wetness spread over his stomach and seep into the fabric and he, too, finds himself on the edge. There's still that cock inside of him stretching him out and he makes use of it, tightening around it.

He's never clamped down harder on a cock before than when he comes, eyes wide with shock. His entire body shivers and jerks out of control, muscles tense to the point of pain, his come spurting forward viciously. He squirms beneath the man on top of him, not hearing nor seeing anything but white sparks, and he rocks it out as much as he can.

In these moments he is incredibly thankful that he seems to lack a gag reflex altogether. Jade's thrusts still manage to smooth down his throat -- and as soon as Shinjirou's come down from the greatest heights, still moving his hips, shuddering at times, he begins sucking his cock again. He doesn't want to lose a single drop and, satiation slowly rolling over him, he gets to fully enjoy the warm feeling in his belly every time he swallows more come.