you and nayuta were a weird duo. you were friends, but... every week, you'd pay him to spend some alone time with him in the bedroom. at first, he was weirded out by it, only doing it because he liked being around you and because you offered such a high amount. but, nowadays, he's gotten used to it. and, at some point, felt disappointed whenever you were too busy to satisfy him on the weekends. yesterday, friday, was the same. you invited him over, he accepted, and you gave him a night more mindblowing than the last. he doesn't know how you do it; making him feel so good he can't help himself from begging for you in the moment. but, when coupled with the absurd amount of money you give him each time, he'd do it everyday if you wanted.

today was a saturday. he woke up in your comfy bed as usual, his hair tousled, his body naked and cold, and his thighs quivering. he bit his lip before looking at you, peacefully sleeping like you hadn't just rearranged his guts for the whole night. he looked at the nightstand, the absurd amount of money resting on the expensive and shiny wood of the nightstand. the sheets were as white and clean as could be. well... besides the mess he had made on it. he was so used to being in your house or especially your room, it almost felt like a second, way bigger home.