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Republic City's evening lights shone kindly, a mockery of Tahno's snuffed out future. He adjusted his jacket, chilled air gnawing at his bones. How did he get here? Funds exhausted from trips to healers, he owned little left to his name other than enough to buy a few months in his apartment. Strange, how wellness came as a price rather than a basic right. He bit his lower lip, slim frame against the wall of a dimmed shop, this particular area unsavory and known for its dealings with the bodies of the poor.
The city and its great poverty divide, as well as numerous crime syndicates, left prostitution a minor concern, and for the most part, regulation was lax. He laced and unlaced skinny digits together; for all his adoring fans, he never played receiver. It would do him best to charge higher for his services. How did this go again?
Several men called out to him from lowered windows, though most of them appeared rough and unkind, and he stood his ground, a vain attempt to keep his safety. After several Satomobiles drove by, one particularly flashy model stopped in front of him, driven by a nondescript man, who beckoned him closer. Expensive machine- maybe he would get lucky.
"My employer is looking for a companion tonight," the driver said nonchalantly, and Tahno pondered what man would be wealthy enough to have someone pick up a whore on his behalf. Though it felt wrong and unsafe, he entered the back seat regardless, eyes focusing on the carpeted floor. The quiet hum of the drive lulled him into a half sleep, buildings passing the filthy shops to make way to more gilded establishments. His guess was right; the beneficiary would most likely be incredibly loaded.
The car ended in the entrance of a grand mansion, iron doors tall and imposing. Tahno exited, the driver fiddling with the keys to the gate, and with meek footsteps, the young man followed him inside, where servants greeted him to walk up a golden flight of stairs to a side room. He opened the door with trepidation and found walls decorated with paintings and books, the bed large and furnished with silk sheets. Tahno met the calculating gaze of councilman Tarrlok, who eyed him with mild surprise.
"You're that boy who had his bending removed by Amon. My condolences. It must have been difficult."
Boy? How condescending. How even more shocking that his bedmate for the night spent his time in the company of whores. I don't need your sympathy, Tahno's mind cried and reverberated in his skull, but he silenced it immediately.
"Thank you... sir." The reply was brief and businesslike. In an effort to maintain the last vestiges of his pride, he kept unwavering eye contact, body refusing to show signs of weakness.
"Sir, I... must inform you. I'm..."
His words choked, bones stiffening as the councilman approached him to cup his cheek.
"New to this, I assume? From your previous lofty position in your sport I understand that entirely." He slid strong, calloused fingers in limp strands, eliciting a shudder from the younger man. "I prefer your hair like this. It frames your face well."
"Thank you, sir."
You sound like a broken record.
Tarrlok let out a breathy chuckle, planting a chaste kiss on Tahno's forehead and ruffling his hair even further. Shivers crawled in his spine. He felt like a cornered animal, though the touches were kind. Well, he ought to be grateful his body wasn't being subjected to violence.
Take every blessing you can get. You have none left.
"Don't be shy. Your looks alone are worth the price I'll pay."
He nodded. What else could he have done?
Lips traveled further downwards to his mouth, and Tahno parted them willingly, the kiss drawn out and oddly tender. Tarrlok slipped the jacket off his trembling frame and unfastened the shirt underneath as though he had all the time in the world. His body calmed to an extent upon the certainty of his fate. A councilman could not afford to murder a whore, could he? The city loved this man and found him charming and fair. He wouldn't hurt him- not too much.
The slightly chilly air of the bedroom kissed his bare skin, and Tarrlok removed his pants and undergarments as well, a flush of embarrassment gracing Tahno's cheeks. He could not bear it anymore; that gaze bore into his own as though analyzing and calculating each tremble, every time his bit his lip. He closed his eyes.
He did not expect Tarrlok to be this generous; he was doing all the work, in fact, mouth nipping and sucking on the tender skin of his neck, Tahno's shudders regrettably loud. The man took hold of his growing erection and stroked once, twice- he hardened almost immediately.
Was he getting off on shame? Was he getting off on his pride dismantling like a building in the process of being crushed?
"Your skin is exquisite." He clamped on a nipple, Tahno letting out a mangled mix of a hiss and a sob.
"T-th-thank you- ah!"
Clearly he had done this before. Tarrlok left the younger man's body unattended to briefly, removing his clothes as well, musculature strong and defined. Leading him onto the bed, he half cradled his body to rest on the sheets, back meeting the exquisite smoothness of the blankets. From under the pillow, the councilman retrieved a small glass vial of oil, and Tahno attempted to swallow the lump in his throat.
"Spread your legs. I won't hurt you."
He did as he was told, and leaned forward to see the man coating his fingers thoroughly.
Relax. Breathe. You chose this.
The sound that came out of his mouth upon being entered by a digit filled the room was at once desperate and strangled. Tahno squeezed his tears with firmly shut lids, but a few escaped regardless. With his other hand, Tarrlok raised his head and licked the salty water from his cheek, eliciting even more sobs.
"Shh. You're taking this well."
As though the command were a spell, he quieted, growing accustomed with the in and out of himself being stretched, and other than a flinch as a second finger pushing inside, managed to keep his breaths even.
This is good. This is fine. He's not hurting you.
Tarrlok hit a spot in him that led to severe tremors that he was unprepared for, his dignity tossed and abandoned as he let out sounds of appreciation, the searing pain mingling with something foreign. The fingers left him for a moment, and from his bleary eyes he could see the man spilling the oil over his shaft. He bit his lip, letting out a shameful whimper.
"Wrap your legs around my waist."
Tahno obeyed. Tarrlok pushed inside him, agonizingly slow, allowing him to grow accustomed to being filled.
You're crying. You're fucking crying. Stop. Stop!
His mouth gasped and howled in pain, but was immediately silenced with lips over his own, tongue making his way inside. Tarrlok kissed him, all too kind, the movements as languid as his thrusts. All the while, hands buried themselves in his hair, wiped off the tears from his cheek, and roamed on the pallid flesh of his body, already layered with a thin sheen of sweat.
"You're beautiful," he said, and Tahno wept.
At least he was kind. At least it grew more pleasant, the spot inside him leaving stars and tears in his eyes. Even though he was now filthy beyond belief and absolutely worthless, this was better than nothing.
And besides, no one had ever called him beautiful in his entire life.
Tarrlok's pace quickened, and Tahno held his legs tighter against him, arms slung around broad shoulders as though drowning. It hurt his mind, it hurt his pride, but it wasn't that bad. It certainly didn't hurt his body anymore, and his wanton moans proved testament to this. Tarrlok was all too merciful. He didn't have to be gentle. He didn't have to do anything.
Thank him when you're done. Cry like a useless shit you are, and thank him.
Tarrlok grunted, thrusts growing more erratic, unsteady, mouth firmly sucking on the arched, pale neck. He came inside the man in a shaking conclusion, leaving one parting kiss as Tahno bit his lips.
"T-thank you."
Deep breaths.
"That was... that was nice."
"You're not done," he replied, and proceeded to stroke Tahno, who mewled weakly at the ministrations, releasing within a few short minutes.
Tarrlok held his hand in front of Tahno's face, dripping with seed, and he opened his mouth to receive it, tongue sucking on the fingers until it was gone entirely. He closed his legs and hid his face in his hands.
A palm stroked his arm. He sighed.
"Shower with me. I'll have my driver escort you to your residence when we're done."
Tahno sat up, eyes imploring.
"You didn't have to do this, sir. You really didn't. But... I'm grateful."
Tarrlok mussed up his hair.
"I haven't had a virgin in quite some time. Don't worry. I enjoyed it very much."
He followed him into the shower, and the whole ordeal was surprisingly devoid of sex, Tarrlok scrubbing his skin like a parent would to a child. Tahno blushed, stuttered out a thousand thank you's, and left with enough yuans to pay his apartment for well over six months.
He felt worthless, but at least it didn't hurt. There was that.
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