No strings attached

Pt.14- Another day

But once the elder caught sight of his wrist, he stepped in front of him to prevent him from leaving. "How'd you hurt your wrist?"

"None of your business. Now move."

"It's my business if I was going to order you again."

"Find someone else. I'm pretty sure there's other desperate guy's out there who'll do whatever you want. Y'know I'm not the only male prostitute at Kawaii Angel's, right? There's a list of men to choose from. Pick one of them." Yokozawa moved to the side, groaning in frustration when the taller man side-stepped him. "What the fuck? Get out of my way. You're blocking me."

"Yeah, that's kind of the point, and about ordering a different prostitute- I'm going to have to decline that option. I don't feel like having to go through all of that again."

"Well, I'm done fucking with you so move."

Kirishima looked at the injured wrist and nodded to himself. "I'm assuming you got that injury working with another client, and you strike me as the type of man to go into things level headed, so my best guess would be that you let someone have their way with you and be rough. I didn't think you liked that type of stuff. If I'd known that- I wouldn't have treated you so nicely."

Something in the younger male snapped, his eyes grew hard and he looked the elder directly in the face. An eerie chuckle left him, and he brought his only usable hand up to his face to stifle the laughter. "Y-you think I like that type of shit?" He asked, an odd smile breaking out across his face. "I do this type of stuff for money. Not cause I enjoy it. You're very dense if you think I do the things I do because I like it. It's not about me."

Kirishima took a step back. This was the first time he'd ever felt uneasy around someone. Why was this guy laughing and smiling like a lunatic? His wrist was broken and he just didn't care. Was money that important to him that he completely disregarded his own safety?

"I'm sorry-

"I guess there is some truth to your statement though. I did obtain this injury while working, and I did let the guy be rough with me, but I don't see how that's any of your concern. Now please get out of my way. I want to finish shopping."

"Let me purchase you again."

"I won't be able to do much with an injured hand. As much as I try, I don't think I'd even be able to give you a decent hand job."

"We don't have to have sex."

Yokozawa gave him an unreadable, blank look. "Then why do you want to purchase me again? If not for sex, then what's the reason?"

"I like your company I guess."

"I'm not in the mood for your lame ass jokes."

"Fifty-thousand."

"Huh?"

"I know you heard me. Fifty-thousand to stay the day with me and keep me company."

The worker glanced to the side. "Look, you're a nice guy and everything. Why don't you find yourself a nice girl or guy who wants to be with you because they actually love you? Y'know, instead of wasting your time on me."

Kirishima pursed his lips slightly before shaking his head. "I'm not really looking for someone to date, and you more or less already have an idea about what I do for work. So I'd like to keep my private life separated from my work life, and you fit the bill."

"I fit the bill, hmm?" Yokozawa took on a thoughtful look. "Alright, it's your loss." He finally assented after a bit of consideration. It's not like he could necessarily lose anything from these more than unconventional meet-ups.