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darkestspells) wrote2019-09-09 05:04 pm
darkestspells) wrote2019-09-09 05:04 pm
for punksocker
Taki's mind is a complete and utter haze. He woke up this morning, went through his entire routine, met up with the guy he was supposed to, posted something to his twitter, then... nothing. Nothing at all.
All he knows is that he's clinging to the guy's arm as they go up the stairs in the love hotel, and he doesn't mind at all.
Maybe this'd all make more sense if he thought about who he was? Sure. Mishima Taki, but he barely went by that name, barely thought about that being his name. He was a child of the internet age, rich parents who were never around, no siblings, no friends at school, and so he spent most of his time online. It had started with watching streams, and then stumbling across a stream of a crossdresser. He was pretty open about it. He'd been funny, cute, and sweet. Taki had talked to him a bit, gotten advice.
And really, it just made sense. Way more people would watch a cute girl than a guy. And even with his parents being rich, he hated the idea of spending their money whenever he wanted games, or anime merch, or rolls in his mobile games, or whatever. So having his own supply of income? That was nice. Made him feel more independent, less tied to his crappy parents. Made him feel more like he could move out at eighteen and forget about them.
So Shishimi Maki. Fakest name there ever was. He streamed games, talked about anime, cosplayed a bit, flirted and joked with his chat. He was pretty popular, honestly - he'd seen memes of him floating around, clips of funny or cute reactions to things in horror games, things like that.
And now he was... maybe he'd made some kind of jokey contest involving a 'date?' He'd said no touching in the rules, he was pretty sure. He'd recruited a friend who was in on it to hang around. A girl from school who he trusted. Just to make sure the guy didn't try anything. But when the girl had stepped in, he'd waved her off, because...
Because this guy is hot, right? He barely remembers his name, but he's tall, and that's the kind of guy Taki likes. He lets himself be led into the hotel room when they finally reach it, falls back on the bed, his school uniform riding up slightly. Not from his school, of course. No clues like that.
Still, he giggles up at his 'date' for the night, raises his arms slightly, soft, full thighs already parting. His rear and thighs are his charmpoint. He said that on stream once. That became an injoke, too.
"Noooo... uh, no spreading this around, got it?"
His voice is a slur.
All he knows is that he's clinging to the guy's arm as they go up the stairs in the love hotel, and he doesn't mind at all.
Maybe this'd all make more sense if he thought about who he was? Sure. Mishima Taki, but he barely went by that name, barely thought about that being his name. He was a child of the internet age, rich parents who were never around, no siblings, no friends at school, and so he spent most of his time online. It had started with watching streams, and then stumbling across a stream of a crossdresser. He was pretty open about it. He'd been funny, cute, and sweet. Taki had talked to him a bit, gotten advice.
And really, it just made sense. Way more people would watch a cute girl than a guy. And even with his parents being rich, he hated the idea of spending their money whenever he wanted games, or anime merch, or rolls in his mobile games, or whatever. So having his own supply of income? That was nice. Made him feel more independent, less tied to his crappy parents. Made him feel more like he could move out at eighteen and forget about them.
So Shishimi Maki. Fakest name there ever was. He streamed games, talked about anime, cosplayed a bit, flirted and joked with his chat. He was pretty popular, honestly - he'd seen memes of him floating around, clips of funny or cute reactions to things in horror games, things like that.
And now he was... maybe he'd made some kind of jokey contest involving a 'date?' He'd said no touching in the rules, he was pretty sure. He'd recruited a friend who was in on it to hang around. A girl from school who he trusted. Just to make sure the guy didn't try anything. But when the girl had stepped in, he'd waved her off, because...
Because this guy is hot, right? He barely remembers his name, but he's tall, and that's the kind of guy Taki likes. He lets himself be led into the hotel room when they finally reach it, falls back on the bed, his school uniform riding up slightly. Not from his school, of course. No clues like that.
Still, he giggles up at his 'date' for the night, raises his arms slightly, soft, full thighs already parting. His rear and thighs are his charmpoint. He said that on stream once. That became an injoke, too.
"Noooo... uh, no spreading this around, got it?"
His voice is a slur.
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That's the first thought that had flashed thought Kazuki's head upon laying eyes on 'Maki' in person. He'd always had a bit of a crush on Taki, despite the fact that he's pretty sure Taki has no idea who he is - they're in different years, after all, and it's only via a mutual friend in a school club that Kazuki even knows who he is. That crush and the superficial resemblance between Taki and Maki is what drew him to 'her' streams in the first place.
Apparently it's not so superficial. On camera and in carefully poses twitter posts the two had seemed reasonably different, but in person it was plain as day. Maki is Taki, and that realization had made Kazuki's vague plans to force Maki into indulging a few of his fantasies a lot less vague. It had been very easy to slip a little something extra into his drink, and just like he'd hoped 'Maki' is now wound up enough to sprawl out on a love hotel bed and practically flash him in the process. Apparently that drug works.
"Sure thing." He agrees easily enough, even as he contemplates the best way to sneak a picture as soon as possible. "But you know..." He slides a knee onto the bed, nudging it underneath one of Taki's thighs. "We haven't really done anything worth 'speaking around' yet, have we?"