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[listen

sometimes you just have a really stressful, UST-filled day with your work partner who just happens to be really, really attractive, and also super into you for sure, but there are Circumstances, okay?, and you can't just, get your fix

so you look into alternate options! safe, non-exploitative, fully consensual adult options. there's no shame in that.

what i'm saying is sometimes you're gotou shintarou, and you hire a really, really, really fancy prostitute to come to your place and take care of business.]

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Date-san.

I know... it's—what happened?

...

[he doesn't say anything for far too long, just straightens up and looks away]

—Sorry.

It's... really none of my business, is it?

[he makes an awful face, but he still doesn't answer. after a moment he starts to wash up, though, movements perfunctory but focused.]

[a... all right, let's just bathe in silence.]

[once he's clean he just stands there, dripping, watching you, rather than getting out and drying off like a sensible person]

Sometimes. It's riskier to remove a foreign object than to leave it in place. In surgery. Well, I wouldn't be surprised if you've heard of that already, right?

[he turns off the water, swallowing hard as he processes what you just said, speaking slowly when he does, waiting to see if you're going to keep talking]

...

Of course.

[NOPE THAT SEEMS TO BE IT that's all the talking you get he's stepping out into the laundry/sink area and drying off]

[he'll... just. give you your privacy then, ok, hand rested on the faucet still because he can't think of anything else to do]

[honestly he's going to leave. he intends to leave. there's nothing left that he can think of to do other than leave. but somehow when he gets back into your room he absolutely cannot bring himself to put his rent boy clothes back on.

so regardless of how long you take, you'll eventually find him sitting on the edge of your bed with his shirt in his hands, staring at nothing.]

[he reaches out, but stops short of touching your shoulder, just ... leaning forward and tapping his forehead against your back]

If... I don't mention it again—I know, it's... not—but I'd like it—

Will you stay for tonight?

[he doesn't react much when you touch him, maybe leaning into it just slightly, but he inhales sharply when you ask, laughing on the exhale]

...well, why the hell not, honestly.