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Post by Doomy Muffins on May 25, 2009 4:41:04 GMT 9
"You want some Spanish food?" Jack chuckled, rather amused. He didn't get the chance to fix any Spanish dishes often, he'd been stuck with local foods. Fixing something from his home country sounded very appealing. He wondered if the boy knew he was going to get paid no matter what happened, that he didn't have to have sex with him. Sex would be nice, really, but Jack wasn't planning on paying for it. He'd never pay someone for sex.
"I think I could manage that. How does Paella sound?"
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Post by hanyou on Jun 3, 2009 4:34:24 GMT 9
"I don't think I've ever had paella," Touya smiled, snuggling against the other man. The word sounded funny slipping from his lips. It was like his mouth didn't want to form the words correctly. He dug his hands into the top of Jack's pants and battered his long black eyelashes. He licked his lips and turned his eyes innocently upwards and murmured softly, "But paella wasn't what I had in mind when I asked for Spanish."
Touya didn't let any of the confusion he felt show on his face. He didn't want to show that to the other man, he knew that if he did there would be questions and he wasn't ready for that yet. This was the oddest thing he'd had to experience, in his career as a whore. None of the johns he'd ever encountered wanted to hang out. Everyone had always been quick to fuck him, to bend him over something or throw him against the nearest wall and fuck him. And it was okay, he could handle it as long as he got paid, but Jack was throwing him off.
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Post by Doomy Muffins on Jun 4, 2009 8:53:57 GMT 9
"Oh?" He grinned, his hands touching anywhere he could reach. Which wasn't much, but he'd live with it. At least until he got this guy home. He'd look perfect on his red satin sheets. All... hot and bothered. He nearly groaned, pulling Touya closer. "So, what... you want me to speak Spanish?"
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Post by hanyou on Jun 8, 2009 1:20:16 GMT 9
Touya closed his eyes and let Jack's hands travel over his body. It was fun, pleasant. It was different, because nobody had ever wanted to just touch him before. It was always a quick fuck with him around. And he'd gotten used to that. It was his lot in life as a whore. Nobody could change that fact, and until he was old enough to graduate and get his own job, there was nothing else he could do. He had to accept it, and that was alright. He didn't mind too much. Most of the time it was just a quick fuck, and the fuck was alright. Most of his john's could at least hit his prostate.
"You can speak Spanish to me, yes. That would be quite fun. But I don't think that's what I'm talking about either. I don't think I've ever been in the company of a Spanish man before," Touya murmured pressing himself tightly against Jack's body. He was thin and well built, he would be fun to play with, if he would ever express any interest in him that way. "You can help me practice my Spanish, por favor" he laughed, licking his lips. He trailed his hands down Jack's back and over the curve of his ass and down the top of his legs.
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