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Two Thousand an Hour	By : AurthorsDeath Category: +S to Z > Tsubasa Views: 3548 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Two Thousand an Hour

Part 2

Leaning casually against his usual wall, Syaoran kept his eyes to the road almost ignoring all the glances aimed his way. The brunette knew that this was a risk, but something in his gut told him that he was going to earn quite a bit of money this night if he just stayed patient a little while longer.

Smiling to himself, Syaoran watched as a sleek black pulled up to the curb. Stepping quickly up to the newly opened window, the brunette leaned in and smirked at the man inside.

“You lost, stranger?” He echoed.

“No,” Kurogane echoed back. “Same price?”

“Yep. And still up-front.”

Nodding, the dark haired man threw a thick envelope onto the passenger seat and watched as Syaoran lent into the car to retrieve it. After a quick count, the younger man smiled brightly before opening the car door and sliding into the passenger seat.

“Same place?” Syaoran asked as the car left the curb and swerved back onto the main road.

“No. Not tonight.”

Nodding, Syaoran settled back growing comfortable to the seat belt and letting his eyes wander almost casually over the older man. He was dressed in a dark expensive looking suit, with no tie and the top two buttons undone. His jacket lay in the back of the car and the white shirt sleeves had been rolled up to just above the man’s elbows. Over he struck a very good looking figure.

Syaoran himself was wearing something slightly different from his norm – dressed in a sleeveless green tank top and denim three quarters, his usual knee high boots had been replaced with military style ankle boots. That wasn’t to say that he had come unprepared. In fact, he had hidden the little lotion bottles in his denim three quarters and the condoms were still stashed away in his ankle boots.

“You look good,” the red eyed man commented.

“So do you. Very good,” Syaoran almost purred. Smirking, Syaoran gently lay his hand on Kurogane’s thigh letting the warmth of his hand seep through the silky trousers before lightly rubbing small almost unnoticeable circles with his little and ring fingers.

Grasping Syaoran’s hand. Kurogane gently pushed it back into the brunettes lap. “Not yet. You might drive us of the road otherwise.”

Pulling up in front of a love hotel, the two quickly unbuckled and made their way to the front entrance.

“I already have a room reserved.”

“Good, that should save us some time to getting to the bedroom.”

Making their way through the entrance hall and into the elevator, the doors were barely closed when Kurogane pulled the brunette tight against him. Grabbing Syaoran’s bum cheeks, one in each hand, a flush rose up the amber eyed mans neck as he allowed the almost harsh manhandling but the older man.

Grinning into the younger mans neck Kurogane bit down harshly, leaving a deep mark and suckling with a light hum at the back of his throat. Syaoran suppressed a whimper as the combined pleasure and pain went straight through him and southwards. Gripping the taller mans upper arms, the brunette closed his eyes not even noticing as the elevator pinged and the doors opened up to their floor.

Pulling away, the red eyed man grasped the younger man’s hand tugging him along the soft carpeted corridor until they reached the pre-booked room. Sliding the key-card into the slot, Kurogane pushed his way quickly into the room tugging Syaoran along with him. Letting the door close behind them, the taller man hefted Syaoran up so that the brunette’s legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, arms holding the smaller form up and the amber eyed man began unbuttoning the white shirt pushing it over well developed muscle and tanned skin.

Smirking again, Kurogane moved them to the wide bed practically throwing the smaller man onto it. Standing over him, Kurogane let himself indulge in the sight of the lust filled young man before him. Syaoran was still gasping from the attention he had been given in the elevator. He was flushed, his clothes askew and the dark desire that had taken over his bright amber eyes was something that the older man knew he was going to thoroughly enjoy.

“Take them off.”

Just letting his eyes roam, Kurogane watched as Syaoran quickly undressed himself, throwing his tank top and denim three quarters to the floor, his boots were also kicked off and he was left in nothing but see-through lace underwear. Licking his lips, Kurogane knelt between Syaoran’s legs pushing the younger man’s chest down before leaning between his legs and licking gently over the thin material.

Groaning in absolute pleasure, Syaoran momentarily wondered why he wasn’t the one doing all the work, but the thought fled his mind the moment Kurogane suckled on his erection through the flimsy material. Gasping, the brunette dug his fingers into the bedding as the older man moved his tongue along the underside of his erection, the saliva easily passing through along with the heat.

Unzipping his trouser suit bottoms, Kurogane began fondling himself while his tongue continued to fondle Syaoran.

“Let-Let me,” the amber eyed man gasped.

Pulling away slightly, the older man smirked before shifting them so that he was laying over Syaoran with the younger man’s face in direct sight of his hot shaft. Licking his lips, Syaoran collected a small amount of saliva into his mouth before suckling on the organ in front of him. Humming and slowly letting Kurogane enter his mouth centimetre by centimetre the brunette let himself be gently pressed back into the bed until the majority of the tip on the shaft was touching the back of his throat. Increasing the humming, Syaoran let the older man move so that he was gently rocking in and out of the amber eyed mans mouth.

Grasping a hand in the soft locks, Kurogane let the younger man perform his trade, letting his hips rock gently as the blood flowed, pumping in his ears and building slowly into his erection. Letting this go on for some time, the red eyed man groaned deeply before brushing the brunette’s hands away and holding his face in his hands.

“You better be ready for this.”

Pulling out so that Syaoran’s tongue was lapping at the glans, the older man barely gave him time to gulp before thrusting back into the hot mouth as far as he could go. Pulling back again, Kurogane repeated the action, pumping himself in and out of the wet, hot cavern for a few minutes.

Finally pulling away, and still full erect, the older man watched Syaoran through half-lidded, lust filled eyes as the brunette caught his breath.

“Roll over.”

Gently rolling onto his front, Syaoran gasped harshly as two fingers invaded his entrance without any warning. The finger were slick – with what, Syaoran wasn’t sure of – and they moved with an almost ease, pumping the brunettes entry way before adding a third finger. Grabbing Syaoran right buttock with his free hand, Kurogane fondled the soft flesh, pulling here and there as his fingers continued their invasion.

“Condoms?”

“Hmm? Back pocket...”

Pulling away – and smirking at the reluctant mewl he received in return – the black haired man quickly rummaged through the aforementioned clothing and pulling out the various loose packets of condoms. Picking out the larger size, he quickly ripped the pack open before sliding it onto himself smoothly.

With Syaoran on his front, Kurogane kneeled either side of the brunettes legs, pushing them together before letting his fingers resume their assault – his other hand was pumping himself as he let a bottle of the hotels lotion drip onto his now covered erection.

Finally pulling his fingers out, the larger man leaned over the smaller man before aligning himself to the loosened opening and then slamming his thick shaft all the way in so that he was balls deep.

Grabbing at the material in front of him, Syaoran gasped at the initial thrust feeling the other mans pulsating erection pierce deeply into him. Trying not to let himself fall into the sensations, Syaoran tried to hold himself together so that he would remain professional and be able to help Kurogane in whatever he chose to do.

As it was, Kurogane was pulling out so that only the protected tip was left in before slamming his way back into the tight entrance. Gritting his teeth, Kurogane grasped Syaoran’s buttocks with both hands, giving he leverage so that he could thrust at any angle he wished. Continuing with the thrusts, only the gasps and the sounds of wet flesh hitting west flesh could be heard in the darkened room.

Grasping Syaoran’s hips, the businessman thrust that much harder before pulling out completely.

Protesting breathily, the brunette half-turned so that he could look his current partner straight in the eye.

Sliding a hand along Syaoran’s leg, over his thigh and then over a pink nipple, Kurogane fondled the younger body never breaking eye contact.

“Why did you stop?”

“I want to do something that may hurt you.”

“It’s extra, but I’m willing to do it.”

“Good,” the darker man smirked.

Rolling the lithe body below him onto his back so that they were facing each other, the business man spread the brunette’s legs before reclaiming the still tight entrance. Holding onto the top of Syaoran’s thighs, Kurogane began to wildly pound himself into Syaoran with no warning. Pounding, thrusting and just generally abusing the younger man’s anus, the dark haired man nipped and bit into the brunette’s neck, chest, nipples and shoulders.

“You... Sure...” Kurogane groaned out between thrusts.

“Yes,” Syaoran replied breathily. The younger man was grasping onto the elder mans back, almost clawing in the hopes to keep a first grip. He wasn’t sure what was to come next, but he was fully prepared for it.

...Well he had been.

Sitting up so that Syaoran’s form was lay before him, the elder man slapped the side of brunette’s thigh before grabbing Syaoran’s neck in one hand. Not letting up on his pounding, Kurogane forced himself to go as deeply as he could, as quickly as he could and as hard as he could.

The bed rocked roughly underneath them, the creaking mirroring their rough actions.

This was sex. And although he could hardly breath, Syaoran found himself enjoying it in a way he would never let his other customers enjoy him. Taking in a deep breath when the red eyed man’s hand suddenly let his throat go, Syaoran found himself almost screaming in pleasure.

“Come on...” Kurogane ground out harshly. “Say you want it.”

“I want it...”

“Say you need it.”

“I ne~ed it...”

“Beg!”

“Please!”

“Beg for your master.”

“M-Master!”

“Harder.”

“Oh, God’s yes! Harder! Please! Harder!”

Smirking, the older man shifted his position just slightly before Syaoran came all over their abdomens. At the tightening and spasming of the brunette’s inner muscles, Kurogane was quick to follow, his thick white substance barely being caught by the condom.

Pulling out, the older male disposed of the used protection, his eyes never leaving the thoroughly dominated prostitute beneath him.

Groaning in pleasure, Syaoran had only a small moment to wonder how he was going to explain the bruising he had just received.

Patting his trouser pockets down, Kurogane found and then took out his wallet. Taking out an additional Three Thousand Pounds, he gently threw the wad of cash onto the bed before straightening his clothes and re-adorning his now slightly crumpled white shirt.

“Same corner every time, right?”

“Hmmmm? Oh... Yeah,” breathing heavily, Syaoran had collapsed back into the bed letting the orgasm pass over and through him. “Every time.”

“Good. I’ll see you soon then.”

Without another word, Kurogane picked up his shoes and vacated the room. Once the door was firmly shut, Syaoran let out a loud moan collapsing in on himself as the final wave of pleasure overtook him.

“Sex. God!”
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