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After making a second right at a stop sign planted just below the looming branches of a sprawling oak tree, Mika is sure that he has been in this neighborhood before.
Though he can’t quite place it, the houses along the block all seem familiar, porch swings and off white trims ringing some kind of bell deep in his subconscious. He hadn’t recognized the address on the online listing when he read it the first time, and he certainly had no reason to cut through this neighborhood in his daily commute, but Mika swears he has been here once before.
Another glance at his GPS tells him he’s almost arrived at his destination. Mika tucks the strange feeling away and instead focuses on making a good first impression with his client. He’s been strapped for cash for nearly the whole semester, and the rent won’t pay itself, even if his generous roommate has offered to pick up his slack. Eager to pull his own weight, the Craigslist ad had been heaven-sent.
BABYSITTER NEEDED: I am a single father raising two young daughters (6 and 2 years old) and need some help weekdays in the afternoon. Please respond if you have babysitting/childcare experience. Hourly rate can be negotiated.
Mika applied right away. He received a response and date to meet an hour later; it seems the poster is just as desperate as Mika to get the position filled.
Siri cheerfully alerts Mika that his destination is on the left, and he rolls to a stop outside of a picturesque two-story house. Sliding the gear into park, Mika stares at the residence as some sense of familiarity gnaws away at him.
It really, really feels as though Mika has been here at least once before.
Mika shakes his head once to clear it and steps out of his vehicle. Another car is parked in the driveway, a Sudan with more than enough room to tote two children to and fro. Mika spots a car seat tucked snugly in the back. Strangeness aside, the promise of little ones to look after warms his heart. He strides across the porch and gives the front door three, hearty knocks.
A minute later, the door opens with a creak.
And so, too, does the door of Mika’s memories, flooding into him with an intensity that nearly brings him to his knees.
Liquid courage in his veins, Mika follows the mystery man out of the bar, down a darkened alleyway, and right into the front door of a motel.
Mika’s companion fishes into his pocket with all the grace of a drunkard and slams a wad of bills onto the counter. A gruff-looking receptionist with a cigarette perched between his lips flicks through the cash and determines that there is enough for a two-hour stay. Mika has never been to a hotel that rents rooms by the hour. Tonight is a night full of firsts.
The room is on the second floor, just a few feet down the hall from the elevators, and Mika scurries to keep up as the man stumbles up to the door. The key clatters around the lock before it finally slides home, and the door is kicked open with little finesse. Mika steps inside, taking in the dismal interior with his heart pounding in his throat. Mika would be more concerned about the grimy state of the room if he wasn’t suddenly being pinned to the door and kissed within an inch of his life.
Mika arches his back away from the hardwood until his body presses against the man’s broad chest. He is rewarded with a harsh grope on his ass and a rumbling groan into his mouth. Mika whines, wrapping his arms around the man’s shoulders, and his head is swimming by the time he is lifted from the ground and tossed onto the bed.
Mika’s sexual experience prior to this moment is non-extensive, to say the least. A few times in high school he found himself in darkened closets or abandoned locker rooms pathetically grinding against a sexually confused student-athlete, but it never went much further than that. On occasion, Mika may have generously received a handjob, but only if he got on his knees shortly thereafter. All in all, Mika never understood the hype about sex.
Now, knees pulled up to his chest as a tongue licks him through his second orgasm in an hour, Mika thinks he finally gets it.
Maybe it’s the drink he had at the bar or the lowlights affixed to the ceiling above, but Mika’s head feels stuffed with cotton, reality far away as he submits himself a pleasure that is beyond anything he could imagine. He digs his fingernails into the bedsheets and tries to squirm away from that addictive mouth as overstimulation sends shockwaves up his spine, but the man doesn’t slow down for a second. Mika yelps as the man grips him by the hips and flips him onto his stomach, pulling him backward until his ass hangs into the air. There is no time to feel mortified; Mika buries his face into the pillow and screams as a tongue swipes against his hole.
Mika rocks back into the feeling, and soon fingers replace the mouth, rubbing against his ass before sinking home. Mika tilts his head back and gasps. This is much, much further than he has ever gone before, but this moment feels like heaven more than a personal milestone. The man drapes himself across Mika’s back, breath hot as he groans right next to Mika’s ear.
“You like that, babe?” he growls.
He crooks his fingers just right, and Mika’s eyes roll into the back of his skull. “Fuck yes, daddy.”
Mika isn’t quite sure where he pulled that line from, but it seems to stir the man into action. His teeth sink into the back of Mika’s neck as he rips his fingers free, hands wrapping around Mika’s waist as he pulls him closer. Mika shakes, cock twitching between his legs, as he feels something hot and blunt drag along the back of his thigh. Mika cranes his head to look, to witness the moment he is claimed like he has never been before, but the first press of the man’s erection inside has his eyes squeezing shut and feral moan punching out of his mouth.
His partner fucks like an animal, no tenderness, no build-up, only a savage need for release. All Mika can do is hold onto the headboard for dear life as he is pounded within an inch of his life, brain officially turned to mush in his head.
In between biting and sucking along Mika’s spine, the man rumbles absolute filth into Mika’s ears. “So fucking tight. Ah, shit babe, wanna fuck you till the sun comes up—”
It’s drunken nonsense, but Mika’s responses are just as incoherent.
“Hah, yes daddy, fuck fuck fuck, please more , god—!”
He doesn’t even know the name of the man fucking him, but it doesn’t matter a single bit right now. All Mika knows is that he feels good, amazing, better than he ever has before. Every jab against his prostate has stars dancing on the backs of his eyelids, and he shivers as the coil in his gut winds tighter and tighter as the pleasure mounts. The rough grunts of his partner are lost to the sound of him screaming his throat raw.
Mika isn’t sure how many times he has tipped over the edge by the time his partner thrusts inside and spills himself deep into Mika’s core. When he lets go, Mika falls face-first into his own mess, cock twitching and sensitive, his limbs wobbling like jello. The man leaves sloppy kisses onto Mika’s shoulder when he pulls out, and Mika shudders as he feels cum leak out of his asshole. He turns over, gulping down as much air as he can manage as the aftershocks of pleasure roll through him.
His bedmate is in a similar state, face flushed and chest heaving as he wipes sweat from his brow.
Even with arousal clouding his irises, Mika can spot green glistening beneath the mop of dark hair. They sparkle as he levels Mika with a smile that could make angels cry.
“Thanks for the good time, sweetheart.”
Standing on the front porch of a suburban home, Mika sees those green eyes again. They have more clarity now, undilated and alert, but that twinkle hasn’t dulled in the slightest. His smile isn’t any less gorgeous, either.
Mika never knew his name at the time of their first encounter, but he learns it now.
“Oh, hi!” mystery man says. “My name is Yuu! Are you here for the babysitter job?”