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Ever since Kiryu first stepped foot in the Mentai Internet Cafe he couldn’t get enough of the live-chat service. It took him a while to get used to the whole etiquette of it, plus his typing skills weren’t exactly up to par when he first started chatting with the girls, but after spending a good few thousand yen on the websites, he considered himself somewhat of a pro. Truth be told, whilst Kiryu enjoyed the live video, he found himself mostly fascinated by the technology behind it all, plus, he felt like he could dirty talk way easier when the person on the receiving end couldn’t see his face. The uncomfortable vulnerability of flirting face to face was one of the reasons why Kiryu wasn’t exactly a hit with the ladies— nor the men.. or anyone from any gender orientation. Sure, people would see him in the street and find him attractive, his physique was the first thing people would notice about him, but the moment anyone would start to flirt, Kiryu would feel like a lost puppy. He would clam up and start to mumble his words. Having that disconnect allowed him to let loose once in a while and just enjoy the closeted perverted side of him that he kept so well hidden all these years.
It was a pretty dull day in Kamurocho. There wasn’t anything Kiryu needed to do in particular, no serious matters that needed his immediate attention, nor any cries for help on Troublr. Kiryu eventually gave into his boredom and left his cramped apartment for a session at the local Mantai cafe.
Once at the cafe, Kiryu did as he always did. He rented out a booth for himself, somewhere with privacy, he didn’t want anyone to watch him as he released his sexual frustration on the internet. The booths always came with a complimentary pack of tissues too, so the owners of the internet cafe knew exactly what their customers were coming over to do. Kiryu sat cross-legged in front of the computer screen, putting his headphones on as he signed into his live-chat account. Kiryu had noticed that they tended to rotate the roster for the available girls, which was nice. It didn’t happen too often, but it gave Kiryu new people to talk to and engage with. Though, this time, it was a little different.
Scrolling through the names of the available girls, an odd name stuck out to him. A name he’d never seen before on the site, and by the looks of their profile, they were pretty new. The name rang a bell too, as if he’d heard it somewhere years and years ago.
“Gorogorogoro-chan..?” Kiryu said under his breath, confused. It was a.. unique name, to say the least. Maybe this was just a server error or some website glitch, Kiryu thought, about to scroll past before he noticed that the user was online and streaming. No lurkers though, nor any subscribers.. it was odd. Usually the girls would have at least two or three people watching the stream at any given time, since the service was so popular. Kiryu nibbled at his bottom lip, the curiosity burning hotter inside him as he felt the intense urge to click. It’d cost him money, but he had plenty to burn at this place. Kiryu decided to bite the bullet and click.
Immediately, Kiryu’s stomach tightened. A familiar face on the other side of the screen, lounging on an almost impeccably clean bed. “Majima-san..” Kiryu’s eyes widened. Of all the Goro’s in the world, Majima was the one he least expected to see on a site like this. Kiryu started to panic, his screen name was about as incognito as Majima was quiet. He pelt a pang in his stomach as he read on the screen those fateful words,
Kiryu has entered the chat.
There was no going back now. Not only did his entrance trigger a loud ping, alerting Goro, but his name was there forever. Kiryu could see the look of excitement on Majima’s face when he realised someone had entered his chat, only to see that expression melt into an almost sadistic smirk.
“Kiryu-chan..?! That you?” Majima stared at the camera, his one good eye wide in amazement. “The fuck? What’re the chances, eh?” he let out a laugh. Kiryu stared at the keyboard, frozen.
Kiryu: Who is Kiryu-chan?
Kiryu immediately noticed the hole in that logic. Thank God Majima couldn’t see his face, he was burning up majorly.
“God, yer an awful liar, Kiryu-chan, I know it’s you. You took a fuckin’ long time to reply, I don’t think any other person named Kiryu would type so slow ya old fuck.” Majima let out another dirty laugh. “Really, what’re the chances, I only opened this thing today outta straight boredom. Was hopin’ I could rile up some horny fucks on the internet n’ get them to fight me somewhere, but you..” Majima tilted his head to the side, a wry grin curling on his mouth.
It was at this point Kiryu noticed what Majima was wearing, which was, not much. His tattoo’s were on full display, his bottom half only covered by what looked like some very, very short sorts, which were, of course, snakeskin patterned. The way Majima had been laying on the bed made his ass look amazing.
Kiryu: …Sorry, I’m a bad liar.
“Not the only thing bad about ya, ya horny fuck. What’re ya doin’ on this kinda filth, eh? You some kinda pervert, Kiryu-chan?”
Kiryu: I just like coming here to talk.. and improve my typing skills.
“Well keep improvin’ I’m agin’ here waitin’ for ya to type out yer damn replies.” Majima let out an irritated sigh, moving closer towards his computer. Majima started clicking around for a few seconds, Kiryu swore he was about to end the chat before he noticed another message appear on screen.
Gorogorogoro-chan has set the room to private.
“Ya know, whilst we’re here, we might as well have some fun, mm?” Majima sat back, leaning on the bed. Kiryu’s heart started to race. If he left the chat now, what would Majima do to him the next time they saw each other in person? He dreaded to think. Plus, Kiryu and Majima’s relationship had been anything but PG-13, whilst never really officially becoming boyfriends, they both knew that the other liked them. Countless stories of making out in the back alleys of Kamurocho, some occasional fucking here and there, plus the phone sex they’d occasionally partake in when Kiryu was up in Okinawa. This, however, was a completely new venture.
Kiryu: Are you sure?
“Am I sure? Do I look unsure to ya?” Majima scoffed, rolling his eye. “So, ya paid to come in here, let’s do somethin’. I gotta make sure ya get yer money’s worth, right? Or you’ll never come back. Gotta keep my customers entertained, mm?” Majima playfully jabbed, one hand snaking up his chest as he started fondling his nipple.
Kiryu: Majima-san.. what’re you doing?
“Havin’ some fun. C’mon, tell me what ya wanna see. I’m all yours, Kiryu-chan.” Majima’s voice was flirtatious, it made Kiryu’s heart skip a beat. He paused again, looking at the keyboard, then at the tissues. Kiryu felt himself getting hard, not unusual for his live-chat sessions, but this was something else. Kiryu swallowed.
Kiryu: Touch yourself.
Majima’s eye widened at Kiryu’s bluntness. He honestly didn’t expect Kiryu to be so.. quick, something about the way he typed made it obvious to Majima that Kiryu was a veteran at this kind of thing. “Where do you want me t’ touch myself, numb-nuts?”
Kiryu: Your cock. I want to see you play with yourself.
Kiryu started rubbing at his growing erection through his pants, Majima looked actually flustered for once. It was unbearably cute, a sight Kiryu wouldn’t mind seeing more of. Majima let out a gasp, his hands trailing down his body towards his shorts.
“I’m not exactly hard yet, gimme something to get me goin’. Tell me what yer doin’.”
Kiryu: I’m touching myself right now.
Kiryu: Through my pants. I haven’t undone them yet.
“Yet..?” Majima’s voice wobbled a bit, he himself felt his cock starting to harden in his shorts, something Kiryu could see in full HD. Kiryu let out a quiet sigh at the sight, it was beautiful.
Kiryu: Don’t pull your shorts all the way down.. I want you to pull yourself out through the keyhole.
“You got some kinda clothed kink, mm?” Majima obliged, pulling his still semi-soft cock out of the fly of his shorts. “Not completely hard yet, tell me, Kiryu-chan, if you were here right now, with me, what’d we be doin’?”
Kiryu: I’d be sucking your cock.
Kiryu unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out through the keyhole of his boxers. It was embarrassing to admit, but not only had Kiryu’s typing skills vastly improved since he started frequenting the internet cafe, but his ability to type somewhat quickly with one hand had improved too. One hand was slowly pumping at his cock, the other resting against the keyboard.
“Kiryu-chan.. so forward.. Mm.. you’re makin’ me so damn horny thinkin’ about that. You know what I’d be doin’?” Majima’s cock twitched as it grew bigger in his open hand.
Kiryu: What…?
“I’d be fingerin’ yer ass, gettin’ ya nice and loose for my cock. I’d fuck ya so hard, ya little slut.” Majima’s voice was breathy, intense.
Kiryu: Oh man…
Kiryu: Jerk off, I want to see it up close.
Majima did as Kiryu asked. He sat up on his knees and let Kiryu get a better look at his dick as he slowly pumped himself. One hand was out of frame, but Kiryu could tell Majima was teasing his nipple again. Majima’s foreskin rolled over the head of his cock with every tug, his hips subtly moving into his own grasp.
Kiryu: Now.. I want to see your whole body. I want to see your face.
“This isn’t the fuckin’ hokey-pokey, Kiryu-chan, but sure.” Majima leant back again, his whole body in frame. “Now what, mm?"
Kiryu had an idea. Something he was far too shy to ask Majima to do in person. Something he’d always had an interest in, but never explored himself. This felt like the perfect opportunity to ask, though.
Kiryu: Can you piss on yourself?
Majima stopped stroking himself for a moment. His eye looking deep into the camera lens. Kiryu knew Majima couldn’t see him, but he still felt his eyes burning in his skin. “You into watersports? I knew you were hidin’ some kinda nasty kink from me, but..” Majima took a sharp inhale, looking down at himself. “… I can try. It ain’t easy pissin’ with a boner.”
Kiryu let out a warbled moan, hearing Majima agree made his cock throb in his hand.
Kiryu: You’ve never done it before?
“I have, y’know, like needin’ to take a leak when you got mornin’ wood, but..”
Kiryu: Then.. will you?
“… Yeah.. Hold on. I gotta concentrate.” Majima took another sharp inhale. He leant back, his hard cock resting against his exposed abdomen. Kiryu stopped jerking off, watching Majima intensely. Majima had his eye closed, his legs opening a little more as he tried to relax. “Hhnnn..” Majima let out a restrained moan, he needed to take a piss, but now he was concentrating hard on it, it was difficult to get the stream going. Majima’s breathing started to slow, without him even noticing the small drops of piss start to leak out the tip of his cock. The droplets gently dribbled down his shaft, wetting the cloth of his shorts. Kiryu’s heart started to race, his hand squeezing at his aching cock as he continued to watch. Majima shifted slightly, opening his eye as he finally started to piss. “A-ah, fuck..” Majima held onto his cock, his stream arching onto his chest, splashing onto his bed as he let out a loud, unrestrained moan. Kiryu started pumping at his cock again, harder than before.
Kiryu: Majima-san.. You’re amazing, jerk yourself off whilst you’re doing that.
“Haah.. fuck.. shut up— nngh—“ Majima’s stream got a little more powerful, he started to touch himself, with every tug his piss stream stopping and starting again, the intensity of the sensation completely messing with his ability to speak clearly. Kiryu could feel himself getting closer to cumming, his hand reaching for the tissues before he stopped, his eyes glued to the screen. Majima’s stream started to slow down, his cock twitching as the final drops of piss spurted out onto his chest, the wet patch underneath him dark and warm. Majima wasted no time after his bladder was empty, his hand furiously tugging at his cock until he let out a harsh groan, a performative cumshot leaving strings of cum on his chest and shorts as he came hard. “F-fuck, Kiryu-chan, God— Next time— I’m doing this inside of ya’—“
That was enough to tip Kiryu over the edge too. He came hard into his hand, a little bit of his cum splashing against his shirt as he leant back, muffling his moans with his free hand. His hips were bucking into his hand, his cum smearing against his palms before he was left spent, the intense orgasm causing his body to feel euphoric, his muscles relaxing as his eyes never left the screen.
Kiryu: That.. was amazing.
Kiryu: I came so hard.
Kiryu: Thank you, Majima-san.
The pings of Kiryu’s messages were drowned out by Majima’s heavy breathing as he collapsed onto his bed, completely out of breath. Majima may have just discovered a new kink himself, thanks to Kiryu’s nasty request. Once Majima gained his composure and caught his breath, he sat back up lazily, his cum still very visible on his chest. Kiryu grabbed a tissue and wiped off his hand, crumpling it up and throwing it into the trashcan provided.
“You’re fuckin’ welcome, ya nasty fuck. Though.. can’t say I didn’t enjoy that. Not too pleased about the laundry I’m gonna have to do now."
Kiryu: Maybe I should come over and help?
Majima stopped in his train of thought, looking down at the mess he’d just made.
“Naw, just make sure ya come back t’ my stream again, mm? I’ll be waitin’ for you, Kiryu-chan.” Then, without a pause, the stream finished. Kiryu stared at the screen, eyes wide, before relaxing again. He knew where Majima lived, so visiting him wasn’t out of the question, but truth be told he felt as if these kind of dates were something he’d be very, very interested in doing again in the future. Maybe.. no piss next time, he didn’t want Majima to kill him.