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The app Carla recommends him on that lonely Friday night is called urbigboy, no spaces, no caps, and it’s for that reason alone Kaoru decides to give it a chance, because he thinks it resonates well with his way of having sex: fast and smooth, no fussing, and preferably with someone bigger than him that can pin him down, fold him in half and manhandle him however he likes.
In truth, Kaoru both pities and hates himself for having to resort to some shady app as a last resort, but alas, here he is, alone and bored in the middle of a rainy-grey October, and in desperate need of someone to keep him company during the dreadful winter season that’s to come.
He absolutely hates this time of the year. Hates the humid weather that whips against his silk-smooth hair and turns it frizzy and knotty, hates the chilly wind that dries his skin and chaps his lips, hates the twinkling Christmas lights and the vexing carols, and how year after year he spends the most romantic day of the year all alone.
For someone as pretty, experienced and charming as him, it’s flabbergasting and outright alarming how Kaoru has not had one good fuck this year. All his random hook-ups and casual one-night stands have left him unsatisfied, either cut too short or dragged too long, either asking too much or demanding nothing at all.
As spent as he might have been after each booty call, he’s been left wanting every time because his partners failed to meet his needs or voice out their own in a way Kaoru could grasp and make it good for them. Lust and libido fizzled out quickly as soon as they did something he disliked or that annoyed him. Too many times his partners couldn’t even get him off so he had to pretend and then take care of it on his own, making him feel humiliated and used, and not in the good way.
It got to the point where he was so worried he went to the gynecologist (even though they only accepted female patients), to his personal therapist (even though the last time Kaoru was there he gave her such a headache she filled in sick the next day), and to couples therapy (even though he’s been single for three years), all in one week.
None of it worked.
Since no one could help solve his problem and only offered unsolicited advice ranging in different levels of stupidity, from have you tried exploring your own body to know what feels good to maybe you could try finding a stable partner that understands and fulfill your needs to please leave before we call security, Kaoru promptly decided the solution was – you guessed it – more sex.
He's done enough walks of shame this month alone to win the fucking marathon.
And it still did not change a damn thing.
He never thought it’d be this hard to find someone that both treats him like a princess, worships him like a goddess, and fucks him like a slut, and yet here he is.
Seriously, how hard can it be for him to land a guy that fucks him exactly how he wants to be fucked? He doesn’t think he’s that demanding. He simply has high standards – because he’s good in bed and wants his partner to be no less – and a preference for kinky sex instead of the old boring vanilla stuff most people get satisfied with.
So for the last few months, that’s how Kaoru has been living – permanently horny and sexually frustrated, being railed and dicked down almost daily but getting no real satisfaction from it.
Luckily, Carla, his savior, his best friend, probably his soulmate if not for the fact she doesn’t have a soul, came to his rescue and told him all about the wonderful concept of cuffing season and the urbigboy app. Something easy, with no strings attached, meant to last until Valentine’s day, at most. Someone to keep him company and warm in his large, cold penthouse, and if he’s lucky (he usually isn’t), that can satisfy his carnal needs.
Kaoru really, really needs this to work, or else he thinks he might burst from all his pent-up energy and unused sexual prowess.
“God should’ve just stuck with women. Why did they have to go and ruin everything by inventing men?,” Kaoru mutters as he types in his info to create a new account, glittery-pink nails clanking noisily onto the screen. “Ugh, especially men who can never give me what I want?”
One hand pulling harsh and impatient at his long (still) silky strands, Kaoru punches in the rest of the basic info and sighs of relief as he gets to the good parts. He scrolls through his gallery for a good profile picture – obviously, he chooses the one where he’s under the cherry blossom trees, dressed in a lilac-teal yukata with his hair prettily tied in a half updo, one of the blossoms landing perfectly on his hair – and gets surprised when the app asks him for another picture – a more intimate one, to spice things up, and that the terms and conditions promise to only show to the people Kaoru matches with and approves of.
Fair enough. If Carla didn’t think this app was safe, she wouldn’t have recommended it to him, so Kaoru goes back to his gallery, clicks on his hidden folder and instantly shrieks, sending the phone hurtling through the air and sliding under the couch.
Yikes. He forgot that was there – a gross nude of his last fling, that the guy sent in a pathetic attempt to get Kaoru to come back a second time, as if he ever would, after Kaoru made him come twice and the bastard didn’t even care to ask him if he wanted him to repay the favor.
Of course he fucking wanted to! For what other reason would Kaoru even bother to make the damn asshole orgasm twice? He wasn’t a giver. In fact, he liked to receive and take very much. He would only please others if it meant getting pleased good in return, and maybe that’s a part of the problem, but Kaoru doesn’t want to dwell on it too much. Sex is supposed to be easy and fun, after all, not this confusing jigsaw puzzle it suddenly turned into.
And yes, maybe he’s a bit of a drama queen, but that’s only because he’s been blessed with high self-respect and a dignity that stops him from being satisfied with anything else than what he rightfully deserves.
Eager to get this done with, Kaoru fishes the phone from under the couch, deletes the nude, goes into his contacts to make sure the dude is blocked – thankfully, he is – and goes back to the folder. None of his photos there satisfy him – they’re all too old or too explicit or too wrong to show someone he hasn’t even met yet. He wants to give a little taste, not serve the whole meal.
Letting out a low, frustrated groan, Kaoru gets up and pads towards his bedroom to check himself in the closet mirror. He looks good enough: make-up still intact, hair cascading down his shoulder in the right way, cheeks flushed in a lovely rosy shade, lips shimmery and pink.
He quickly changes into an outfit sure to drive the type of men he likes insane: a white set of lingerie with a pretty pattern of frilly flowers, the bralette and panties connected by a golden chain resting over his belly and going up to a choker that snugs tight around Kaoru’s neck. He finishes the look by securing white lace stockings around his thighs, fastening them to the straps attached to the panties.
God, Kaoru can’t believe he’s going through all this trouble just to take a picture that might not even lead anywhere. As far as he knows, he might be getting all dolled up for some weirdo online to jack off to. The thought makes him shudder, so he pushes it away and turns here and there to get a better look at himself.
He looks pretty, delicate, translucent – like a snowflake that might disappear at any moment if someone isn’t fast enough to catch him, or careful enough to keep him.
Perfect.
He hopes whoever gets to see the photo catches onto the more pressing meaning though – that Kaoru is pale and bruises easily, and that if his waist is this curvy and small it’s because it’s meant to be held and pressed down onto the mattress, used for big hands to fit perfectly over his curves and throw him around.
Also, what other reason would he have such long, lean legs for if not to wrap them around a burly torso, a strong back or some thick thighs?
Opening his camera, he kneels down on top of the bed with his side profile turned to the mirror and snaps a few shots to get the angle and lightning right. Once he’s satisfied, he throws his head back, hair falling smoothly over the side of his face and shoulder as he arches his back in a perfect curve, long fingers splayed over his throat and wrapping around his neck.
It takes him a few tries, but he finally takes a picture in that position that he deems worthy of posting: acrylic nails digging into the supple skin of his neck, leaving his skin flushed and marked with crescent moons, glossy lips parted in the beginning of a moan and thighs pressed close together, his reflection on the mirror doubling his desire.
Quite impossible to resist, he’d say.
He uploads the picture into the app and punches in ‘Cherry Blossom’ for his display name. The app asks him a few more questions – his preferences in romance and people, if he exclusively tops or bottoms (Kaoru likes to get the best of both worlds so he chooses vers), if he has any disabilities that might need accommodating to.
Kaoru lets out a delighted little chuckle when he has to list off his favorite positions, kinks and fetishes. They’ll be used to check sexual compatibility and find the perfect match for him, the app says. Despite his giddiness, Kaoru raises a suspicious brow. He’ll be the judge of that.
Still, it’s the most fun he’s had in months when he gets to tick off his favorite kinks:
- choking/breath play (duh, as if the photo he took wasn’t proof enough!)
- both degradation and praise (if done right, otherwise it’s just cringy)
- nipple play (he’s very sensitive there okay!!)
- brat taming (he’s the brat)
- some types of bondage, especially shibari if it’s done by someone who fucking knows what they’re doing
- blindfolds, ties, handcuffs and chains are okay, but whips are out of the question
- light impact play (spanking yes, again whipping is a hard no, he has sensitive skin)
- role playing (he particularly likes to dress up in cutesy costumes)
- light BDSM (he thinks he’s a bit of a masochist but all the sadists he’s been with have been way too much for him and he didn’t enjoy a single second of it)
- pet play (he doesn’t mind being called kitten or bunny but not more than that)
- A dom or a sub? Once again, best of both worlds. He chooses switch, adding that if the dom is good enough, he’ll be as submissive as he wants.
- sensation and food play? Maybe some ice cubes, whipped cream, chocolate and champagne, but Kaoru hasn’t experimented enough with that to be sure.
- Comfortable calling or being called daddy or mommy? Baby boy or baby girl? Kaoru skips that one.
To finish off, he adds mirror kink, exhibitionism and dacryphilia, making sure to state he’s the one who should be made to cry as seeing someone else’s tears makes him panic more than anything.
And the positions? If there’s a part of sex he’s simple in, it’s this: cowgirl, reverse cowgirl and doggy. But mostly, he just likes to be bent over any available surface.
After an hour or so, he’s finally done. Granted, this took him longer than expected, but now comes the most exciting, nerve-inducing part: the matching. A circle swirls and swirls on his screen as the app loads and promises to find him the best big boy for him.
Despite his eagerness and preparation, Kaoru is cynical, so he keeps his finger pointed to the screen like a gun, ready to reject the first option that appears.
Kaoru’s finger never touches the screen.
In fact, his hands tremble and he almost drops his phone to the floor at the small picture that pops up and slowly gets zoomed in over a celebratory pink-green circle.
Oh.
Tousled, dark green hair, sunkissed skin, hard, meaty muscles and a smile that seems to have caught all the moonlight from the sky behind him. With a whiny sigh, Kaoru zooms further in. Hard rock abs, an inky-black sun tattoo engulfing a tanned shoulder, thighs that are muscled and thick and that would look perfect wrapped around Kaoru’s head. Also, his hands – big, strong, veiny. Kaoru’s neck itches.
Only after his eyes rake through every inch of the photo does Kaoru notice the name underneath, heart beating wild as if it already knows this fine specimen of a man will change his life.
Or at the very least, his miserable sex life.
Joe.
“Joe,” Kaoru mutters the name out, testing it on his tongue. It sounds good to him. Probably tastes good too.
The app asks him if it’s a match, and Kaoru almost breaks a nail at how fast and hard he taps yes. Of course it’s a fucking match. For all his high demands and impossible standards, deep down, Kaoru is a simple twink. He sees a pretty smile and a hunky body and he’s drooling already.
It’s not just that this guy is exactly his type, it’s that he looks straight out of his wildest dreams and wettest fantasies, and Kaoru would be a fool to pass on this once in a lifetime opportunity.
God, Kaoru wants to raise a temple in Carla’s honor.
As a reward for accepting the match, the app shows him a bit more about Joe: male. gay. 26. owns an Italian restaurant. Not looking for anything serious, just a pretty man he can warm and spend time with during the coldest months.
If it didn’t already look like a match made in heaven, it does now. The guy can cook! He’s on the same page and has the same age as me! And on top of that he looks like a literal Greek God?
Happier and more hopeful than he’s felt in months, Kaoru eagerly scrolls down. The app asks him if he’d like to see Joe’s exclusive picture and have his sent to Joe in return. Kaoru barely sees the yes before he hits on it, and then his breath is hitching and his fingers are quivering and his cock is quickly filling out in his lacey panties.
Holy fuck.
It’s not even a very elaborate photo, but it’s more than effective, because the intoxicating, powerful feel of it soaks into Kaoru’s body and straight into his lace underwear.
Joe sits at the edge of a bed, white shirt rolled up to his elbows and stretched tight over his broad chest, the top buttons undone to reveal a thick neck and sharp collarbones.
With a sigh that sounds more like a desperate cry, Kaoru zooms in again. Pecs fat and juicy, thick legs spread wide open. His tie is kept firmly in between his teeth, as if he shoved it inside his mouth to keep quiet, or to make it hard to breathe.
Fuck. Kaoru’s thighs press together as his cock pulses and throbs, harder than ever.
Joe’s black dress slacks are unbuttoned, so Kaoru can glimpse a sliver of his boxers, along with the huge bulge hidden beneath. A bulge that Joe’s large hands are currently grabbing in a tight, firm grip. Fuck.
And that’s not even the hottest thing – Joe’s wrists are tied with his belt. His relaxed manspread and intense gaze towards the camera clearly indicate he’s a dom, but his willingness to be bound and quieted speaks of a sub.
So he can do both.
Kaoru only has time to let out a pathetic little whimper when Joe’s first text comes in.
god, aren’t you a pretty thing
your body's a fucking temple
i'm torn between worshipping it or ruining it
Woah. This Joe really doesn’t waste time, does he? Not even a hello or how are you, just straight to the point, no beating around the bush. Even if this would normally irk him, Kaoru finds he likes it. And even if he usually times his replies to give off suspense and get the most impact, right now he doesn’t care if he’ll come across as too desperate, and sends his reply not even three seconds later, afraid he’ll lose this catch if he isn’t fast enough.
Both. You should do both
To his utmost surprise and delight, Joe is just as quick to answer.
yeah? you want someone to throw you around, fold you in half or hold you close? I can do that
A low moan escapes the back of Kaoru’s throat, his legs spreading on instinct. Normally, he would make Carla answer all his texts for him. Right now, he can't imagine not doing it himself - he needs to savor every second of this.
please… just tell me when and where
also, I’m not normally this needy and easy
it’s just… you…
He bites hard on his lip, wondering if he’s revealing too much, if this will push Joe away. But Joe is quick to ease his worries, and Kaoru sighs, relieved he’s not dealing with some immature guy who can’t handle a challenge, or the truth.
yeah same
i was at the restaurant when your pic came in
dropped a whole plate of carbonara onto my shoes but damn if it wasn’t worth it
Kaoru lets out a little giggle, imagining Joe in an apron, or a chef’s jacket, having a mental breakdown in public over Kaoru’s not so innocent photo. He feels more powerful now than he did on top of men twice his size in those nights that looked promising and ended up total disappointments.
Also, the thought of Joe possibly cooking carbonara for him fills him with a different kind of fuzz, warm and gooey and much too dangerous, because homemade meals and a shared domestic life is not what either of them signed up for.
as a carbonara lover, I think it’s a bit of a waste, though
I’d die to taste some of yours
Joe takes a bit more time to answer this time, and the suffocating claw of anxiety punches Kaoru’s chest tight. Was it too much? Did he blow his chance?
Then Joe’s text flashes on his screen, and Kaoru feels like he’s heaving his first breath again.
oh if you like Italian dishes we’ll get along great
i can cook for you before or after we fuck, your choice
or both if you ask nicely ;)
Oh my God. Fuck winning the lottery. This right here is the real jackpot.
yes
yes I really want that
if you think I’m pretty like this you should see me on my knees
and I’ll beg so good you’ll be making carbonara for days
The intermittent bubble of Joe typing appears on the bottom of the screen, so Kaoru sends his next text before he can overthink it.
should I send you my address?
A longer pause again, the bubble appearing and disappearing, driving Kaoru mad. He drums his nails on his shaking knee until his skin is red and crescent-carved, heart racing as much as his thoughts.
a hotel is better for our first meeting
that way it’s easier if any of us wants to leave or ask for help
i’m 99% sure you’re not a creep but like just in case
and you can choose which hotel, i’ll make the reservation in advance
The sigh Kaoru lets out is as relieved as it is grateful. So Joe is not only unbearably hot, he also seems to be attentive and considerate. Kaoru wouldn’t have minded bringing Joe into his place right the first time, but he admits this is safer, and it makes him feel more comfortable too, less pressured.
alright yeah that sounds good
I’ll try not to choose a super expensive one
He’s about to tell Carla to research affordable love hotels when Joe’s message pings in.
it’s okay if you do
i don’t mind spoiling you
in fact i think i’d like to
Kaoru’s eyes almost bulge out, and he types in his reply before he can think.
omg what are you a sugar daddy??
Because he purposedly ignored that question when signing up to avoid people like that. He’s not after money, nor after anyone much older than him that will see him as nothing but a transaction. Even if just for a while, he craves genuine connection. Luckily, Joe’s answer is immediate, as if he was expecting a reaction like that.
no, just someone who knows how to please you
that fancy lingerie and the penthouse backdrop?
i can tell you’re a bit of a sybarite
And he knows fancy words too. Kaoru has to pinch himself to make sure he’s still awake and not lost in one of his impossible dreams, because Joe certainly looks too good to be real.
maybe I am
but still I won’t make you bankrupt don’t worry
as long as you can please me in bed, that’s all I need
He doesn’t dare to ask for more, for aftercare, for cuddling, for a morning after. Not yet, not when he’s had the worst year when it comes to sexual experiences that made him believe perhaps he always asks for too much, even if in his mind it’s the bare minimum. But Joe promised him carbonara after, so maybe he’s also thinking of staying.
Kaoru’s breath is bated as he waits. A tap of his fingers on his thigh, then a slow caress, imagining it’s Joe’s strong, tanned hand. A shiver shoots through his spine.
oh i’m sure i can
i can’t wait to take that pretty lace off your body piece by piece
or maybe i’ll grow impatient and just tear it off
Kaoru types the fastest text he ever has, probably breaking some Guinness World Record in the process.
DON'T YOU DARE
I ALMOST HAD TO SELL A KIDNEY FOR THIS PRETTY THING TO BE MINE
YOU WILL NOT RUIN IT
DON'T CARE IF YOU HAVE BIG ROUGH HANDS
YOU WILL BE GENTLE
Joe takes some time to answer again. Maybe Kaoru came off as too aggressive and demanding and scared him off? That has happened in the past, but he can't bother himself to regret it. He needs to make sure Joe is on the same page as him or this simply won't work out.
Fortunately, Joe meets him halfway, positively taking his breath away at the same time.
whatever you want, princess
i'll take my time with you then
will be as slow and tender as you want me to
your body deserves to be worshipped anyway
Heat coils in Kaoru's belly, sharp and sizzling. Has Joe read through his profile, is he aware of Kaoru's likes and dislikes? If not, it's astonishing how his wants fit so well with Kaoru's, like they were meant to be. Only when they meet will he know for sure if the chemistry is right, if the tension really is there, if they are as sexually compatible as their texts and the app say they are, but for now this is better than any other catch he had all year.
With an anxious thud in his heart, he realizes he's taken too long to answer, so he rushes to send a quick 'good'. Only Joe never gives him the chance to, his next texts filling the entirety of the phone screen while making Kaoru's body feel very, very empty.
i wonder how easily you bruise
wonder how prettier you’d look with tears in your eyes and my hands around your neck
you’d let me use you as i wish, wouldn’t you?
as long as that pleased you too
Fuck. He gets it. He gets it perhaps even better than Kaoru does, and Kaoru nearly twists an ankle in his haste to get up, put on some clothes and send him the location.
I chose the hotel
so how about you come and find out
can you do tonight?
Joe’s reply comes a second before Kaoru has finished texting.
how about right now? you free?
Hell. Fucking. Yes.