( can i? koby asks, and ani thinks: how much she fucking hates that question when she's already signed her name on the bottom line, already offered herself for the job. that polite courtesy that reeks of desperate johns, cocks already capped in the raincoat of their condoms, a heart's beat away from getting themselves wet with her. begging for her cue, waiting for their wallet to make their existence worth the breath and bread they spent: tell me you need this, tell me you want it. tell me you're not just tolerating me. pretend they're not paying premium rates to feel less pathetic, as if ani hasn't thumbed through their sweaty bills, checking and double-checking they haven't fucked her before she's even spread herself.
it isn't fair to koby, she knows. but she can taste the raw edge of his ache, imagine the pleading eyes above her, his insomnia inching down her throat until she's gagging with it. a chase for relief his own hand can't bring. it isn't enough she's volunteered to work that emotional blowjob dry, everyone's convenient hole to dump their load off and leave — he needs her to choke down his needy pulse for reassurance, too. she scrubs a knuckle over the pinched bridge of her nose. tries to remind herself koby has earned the right to need her body, even if it's still learning the difference between carrying a friend's weight and suffocating small under someone's shadow. )
busy with what? milking a fucking goat? just come over dude
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it isn't fair to koby, she knows. but she can taste the raw edge of his ache, imagine the pleading eyes above her, his insomnia inching down her throat until she's gagging with it. a chase for relief his own hand can't bring. it isn't enough she's volunteered to work that emotional blowjob dry, everyone's convenient hole to dump their load off and leave — he needs her to choke down his needy pulse for reassurance, too. she scrubs a knuckle over the pinched bridge of her nose. tries to remind herself koby has earned the right to need her body, even if it's still learning the difference between carrying a friend's weight and suffocating small under someone's shadow. )
busy with what?
milking a fucking goat?
just come over dude