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“Hey now I just started streaming, what’s with the urgency?!” The camboy on screen chuckles darkly, smirking at the flurry of demands in chat.
2‘Take it off!’
‘I came here for dick why are you still wearing pants’
‘Thank god I’m not late! Give us a show!’
Osamu can’t help but laugh at the desperation in the comments. But honestly, was he any better? He’d snuck off to do ‘paperwork’ for the restaurant and yet here he was locked in the office with his favorite adult streaming site and his favorite camboy plastered on the page in full screen.
“Thanks for the donation applepi3_ken! Generous as always. Since you’re the first tonight, I’ll let you pick the theme for a special upcoming stream! I’ll message you after this one is over so don’t leave me hangin’.” The dark haired man’s voice is as intoxicating as his smile.
Osamu always found himself torn between focusing on the streamer’s impeccable physique or his charming features, at least those not hidden under the ornate black and gold kitsune mask. It was obvious that the man enjoyed teasing his audience, and as infuriating as it was to admit, Osamu enjoyed it just as much. He was there for every stream, donated every time, and still, every mention of his screen name made him feel weak in the knees.
“I was wondering if you were here today, OnigiriAddict. Started to think you might have ditched me for another streamer!” And the smirk was back on his face, tone clearly teasing if the mischievous look in the camboy’s eyes didn’t convey it enough. But as usual, Osamu was already staring at those gorgeously green eyes, they reminded him of the jade gemstone he learned about back in school. “Thank you for your donation. I’d like you to help with picking a prop for the special stream after applepi3_ken messages me with a theme! Hope that’s okay with you! Though, I doubt that’d be an issue.” The streamer laughs at his own joke before his fingers wrap around the top button on his white dress shirt.
“Now, before the mob of impatient whores complains anymore, why don’t we get started with today’s show?” Slender fingers make quick work of each button, yet it feels agonizingly slow as Osamu’s world comes to a stop. His favorite streamer wants him to pick a prop for him to use in a stream. Him. Was he being pranked? He knew he was a regular too which means he remembered his name from previous donations. Which was just…it was insane. The man was nearly to the number one spot on the site. How he could remember Osamu’s name out of the thousands of donations he gets was just…it was crazy, right?
A soft groan pulls Osamu’s attention back to the screen as the cam boy slides his thumb across the tip of his now exposed cock. Suddenly, his work slacks are impossibly tight as his own dick twitches at the sight before him. Not even 10 minutes later and he’s panting, hand furiously stroking his length in time with the man on his computer despite the fact that he’d already finished once.
“Fucking hell. I don’t think I can last much longer.” Those green eyes roll back slightly as another moan slips from his lips. Thanks to the warning, Osamu hyper focuses on the stream. His gaze is hungrily taking in the expressions, the sounds, and the movements taking place. Committing it all to memory for him to replay next time he needs to get off.
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Suna sighs as he slides on his sweats, pulling up his statistics from the stream he just finished. Viewers watch time was impressively high, nearly all that clicked on the stream had stayed for its entirety. The head of the agency would love that no doubt. But Suna was more drawn to the donation total. Now that would take care of rent and food for the next few months quite comfortably. He can feel the smile growing on his face as he scans the page for his total viewers. Just a few more and he would be able to nudge Kuroo out of the top spot. Fucking hell that guy was annoyingly smug at every agency event. It’d be nice to knock that smirk off his face for once.
Just as he’s about to log off for the night the message notification in the corner of the screen pings into view. Shit he’d nearly forgotten about the donors he promised to pick the next stream contents. He really needed to catch up on sleep soon.
applepi3_ken: Hey. I figured out a few different themes for the stream for you to pick from.
Short, sweet and to the point. Just what Suna needed. It certainly took the weight off his shoulders as he switched from his pc to his phone to respond back. Thank god for Kenma’s brain and deep pockets.
lazyfox: Hey thanks again for the donation! I’m excited to hear what you’ve got for me.
Suna tosses his phone on the couch and heads to the kitchen to grab a bowl of cereal. As he reaches for the remote, his phone chimes again.
applepi3_ken: you could do an auction type of stream where viewers bid on certain items for you to use or you do say/do certain things to increase viewer participation and donation rate. Another idea I had was with the same premise in mind for viewership and donations but basically implement a program to connect to a prop like a vibrator and let the audience control or pick a specific viewer to control. And with both of these you could make the top donor win a private call with you. Not me of course, we both know no one could out bid me
Suna’a jaw drops, reading through the various ideas. He had expected something more along the lines of themes for a certain kink but these were clearly well thought out from a businesslike perspective. Kenma knew how to build a brand and he was always sending suggestions. It was refreshing to be given ideas to help his overall presence on the site rather than just demands for him to bend to someone’s desires. He knew being a cam boy meant he’d have to deal with those types of attitudes, but god it was nice to feel the exhilaration that came from the thousands of people watching him and only him.
lazyfox: Wow those are fantastic! Thank you for the ideas! I’ll think on it and let you know what I decide.
Suna presses send before washing his dish and walking back to his room. The warmth of his blankets is soothing against his skin as he dozes off, weighing the options for his next stream with a satisfied grin.
The next few days are uneventful. Suna’s still stuck between the two ideas his top donor and friend provided. And as if things can’t get more annoying, the agency head wants him and Kuroo to meet up for a quick business lunch at a local onigiri joint. That’s what finally reminds him that he still has yet to message the other donor. Poor soul probably thought he was ghosting them.
“Long time no see, Suna! How’ve you been?” Kuroo slaps an arm around Suna’s shoulder as soon as he enters the restaurant.
“Oh, I’ve been better. Good to see you Akaashi, sir. I hope you’ve been well.” Suna smiles, bowing to conceal his bitterness with the rooster-haired asshat next to him.
“I have been. Sorry to arrange this with last minute notice, I hope this hasn’t disrupted your plans too much.” Akaashi pulls out a chair to sit down. “Tetsurō, back off and let the man breathe.” Akaashi orders with a soft laugh.
“Aw come on, I’m not allowed to mess with my protégé anymore now that he’s climbing up the ladder?” Kuroo smiles like the Cheshire Cat he is and Suna has to fight the urge to roll his eyes.
“I’m here to discuss milestones and collaborations…in other words, this is business and I’m not here to police the conversation between two egotistical jackasses. So how about you guys go order your food and come back when you’re ready to behave like grown ups again?” Akaashi retorts blandly, rolling his eyes as his lips curve in the hints of a smile.
Suna shrugs before walking up to the counter to snag a menu. He begins browsing the various options and tries to ignore Kuroo’s rather obnoxious laugh coming from the table, no doubt trying to kiss ass in his absence. Suna steps up to the register to place his order and finds the man behind the counter already staring at him.
“Oh, sorry about that. Got caught up in all the options I didn’t notice you were waiting for me.” Suna laughs awkwardly as the man behind the counter’s brows draw together. “I think I’ll have the salmon onigiri and if I could get a cup of sake as well that’d be fantastic.” Suna glances at the man’s name tag before doubling back to the menu.
“Sure, not a problem at all. Would you uh I mean do you want a bottle or just a glass?” The man stammers as Suna connects the dots.
“Just a glass is fine. I’m on a business lunch so probably can’t down a whole bottle by myself in front of my boss. So, are you the owner? I noticed your tag says Miya and the menu says Onigiri Miya so I figured…probably not a coincidence.” Suna smiles as he waits for his order.
“Oh yeah. Is this your first time? Here I mean.” The dark haired man gets to work on the rice, making eye contact that only proves his years of practice with the food. He’s attractive, Suna finds himself musing as he observes the process with interest.
“It is. I didn’t know there was a new shop in town. But if your food’s as good as my boss says it is, I might be around pretty often, Miya” Suna laughs, glancing over his shoulder to make sure he’s not being rude by ditching Akaashi. By the looks of Kuroo’s animated gestures and Akaashi’s nods, they are thoroughly engaged in their own world.
“Well, I guess that means you’ll be coming by again then. And you can just call me Osamu, everyone else does.” Osamu’s ears tint a light pink and that definitely doesn’t go unnoticed.
“What time do you normally close?” Suna finds himself questioning before he even thinks about it. Osamu’s shoulders tense and Suna’s mind races with ways to recover from the potentially embarrassing consequences of his thoughtlessness.
“Usually, we close around 11 pm on weekdays and 2 am on weekends with the colleges nearby. But we also stay open later for private events during the week if yer asking for a business event?” Osamu finishes with the onigiri and tosses his gloves in the trash.
“Oh no, I meant for tonight. Thought I might come back for the rest of the bottle and I was hoping you might join me.” Suna hides his smirk as he watches Osamu’s hand shakily pour the sake into a cup before sliding it across the counter.
“I don't, I'm not um…that’s fine by me. If ya come by around 10:45, you’ll be my last customer for the day.” Osamu stammers, hands fidgeting with his apron as Suna smiles back.
“Sounds good. I’ll see you then.” Suna grabs his order and goes back to his table. He forces the smile off his face and prepares himself for yet another boring, business meeting.
As he takes his first bite of his onigiri, he looks up to see the man that made it laughing and chatting with his next customer. And dammit if it’s not the best thing he’s tasted in his 24 years on this planet. He finds himself spending the whole meeting analyzing the shop owner, watching him interact with other customers. He notes that Osamu doesn’t seem nearly as nervous speaking to the rest of the customers. Maybe he is comfortable with the rest of them because they are regulars? Or maybe he also felt attracted to Suna? God, Suna hoped it was the latter.
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By the time 10:30 rolls around, Suna is rushing out of the shower after finishing a quick stream and trying like hell not to overthink everything. Surely, a white button up and black slacks wouldn’t be too dressy or too casual to be disrespectful right? His hair is refusing to cooperate as those few stubborn strands keep popping back up. Suna groans and throws in the towel, deciding to just head out the door and hope for the best.
The walk to the shop is quiet, by Tokyo standards anyway. The streets are relatively calm, a few people here and there walking in groups with their friends to various clubs judging by the outfits.
Suna makes it to Onigiri Miya at exactly 10:45, eying the small cluster of college kids sitting at a table with their laptops out. He goes to take a seat at the counter and pulls out his phone to scroll while he waits. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots someone exiting the back room and approaching the counter.
“Welcome back. Can I get’cha anything other than that bottle of sake?” Osamu smiles, the only sign of his nerves being the flush dusting his cheeks.
“Hmm…I’m actually kinda hungry. Do you think I could get another salmon onigiri? Been a long day and drinking on an empty stomach might not be the best idea.” Suna laughs and watches as Osamu starts prepping his order. “Oh and it’s Suna by the way. I forgot to tell you my name when I was here earlier.” Suna says with a smile.
“Are ya sure you’ve never been to one of my shops before? I know ya said it was yer first time here but that’s not surprising since we just opened this location.” Osamu questions with furrowed brows. “Sorry ‘t’s just…I swear I know ya from somewhere.” Suna’s head cocks to the side, mentally trying to place if he’s seen the restaurant owner before today.
“I definitely would remember if I had tried your food before. That onigiri earlier was probably the best thing I’ve ever eaten.” Suna takes the food that Osamu slides his way.
“Well did ya go to school here? Maybe we had a class together or something. Even yer voice is familiar.” Osamu reasons as he pours two cups of sake. He waved to the last of the college students leaving the restaurant before locking up and flipping the sign to ‘closed’.
“Well I did a few classes a few years ago after high school but I had to take some time off to work. I needed more money to pay for school and then I just ended up working longer than I intended.” Suna shrugs, taking a sip of sake before devouring the delicious salmon onigiri sitting in front of him. “Seriously, you need to teach me how to make this. I think I might be becoming an onigiri addict.” Suna laughs.
Osamu chokes on his sake, the alcohol slides down the wrong pipe and it burns so bad it brings tears to his eyes. Suna pats him on the back and Osamu hears him distantly asking if he’s okay and telling him to breathe.
Suna rushes to the other side of the counter, grabbing a glass and filling it with water. He pushes it into Osamu’s hand. “Osamu, you need to drink this, it'll help the burning. Just breathe it’ll pass.” Suna speaks softly, hoping it’s as soothing as the last time he had to be told that by Akaashi.
“‘M fine. I just…I need a second. I’ll be back.” Osamu jumps up and rushes to the back room once more, shutting and locking the door behind him. Suna goes back around the counter to sit back down, pulling out his phone to check messages.
Kuroo: hey thinking about doing a collab stream soon since we both got that brand deal. Thoughts?
Suna: I think I’d rather lie on broken glass
Kuroo: don’t be like that. It’d boost viewers for both of us. Not to mention donations. The two top streamers doing a collab? Imagine the potential
Suna groans, on one hand it would be annoying as hell to do a stream with Kuroo. Both tended to lean on the dominant side and doing anything sexual with him sounded like literal torture. And not the fun kind. But on the other hand, if they could figure out a way to do a stream together, it would be beneficial for both of them and Suna would be able to take an off week with the additional revenue just to finally get some rest. Akaashi would definitely be on board with a collaboration between them…
Suna: I’m not being a sub for you and I don’t want to fuck you so if you can figure out a way we can stream without those happening I’m all ears.
Kuroo: I’ll do some brainstorming and get back to you. Enjoy your night dickwad ;)
The door to the back room clicks open and Suna shoves his phone back into his pocket. Osamu shuffles back to the counter but doesn’t make a move to sit back down.
“Are you oka-”
“Are you lazyfox?” Osamu blurts, fingers pulling at his work shirt. Suna balks, brain rushing to form a response and figure out how to flee the premises all at once.
“What?” Suna responds stupidly. Fuck how did he know. He said he looked familiar but how could he have figured it out in one fucking day.
“I thought ya looked a lot like him but he always wears a mask so I wasn’t really sure. But you said…ya said my username and I knew.” Osamu finishes his sake and pour another cup for himself before filling Suna’s as well.
“Your username? Wait are you-”
“OnigiriAddict, yep that’s me. Kinda on the nose, huh?” Osamu laughs, eyes scanning Suna’s features to gauge his reaction.
“Wow. Okay. Small world.” Suna stares at the counter, digesting the information. It wasn’t like he didn’t have people in his life that knew what he did for work. However, it was the first time he had been found out by a viewer he didn’t already know. There were viewers like Kenma with whom he had a good friendship and decided to meet up with. This was different.
“Yeah…I um I won’t tell anyone, if that's what yer worried about.” Osamu offers and Suna looks back up to see the other’s hands shaking. He looks down to find his own clenched tightly on his slacks. He sighs and smooths the material back down, taking another long gulp from his glass to clear his head.
“Thanks. I appreciate it. And while we’re on the topic, I don’t want you to think that you were being ghosted by me. Or I guess lazyfox since clearly I asked you to have a drink with me tonight.” Suna runs a hand through his hair before continuing. “I still haven’t decided on a theme and I was going to message as soon as I did so you’d have more information to make your decision. God, this is weird…” Suna laughs as he shakes his head.
“We can pretend this never happened. I wouldn’t want to make ya uncomfortable…” Osamu’s voice is so soft Suna has to strain himself to hear. Or maybe it’s not that Osamu is quiet, maybe it’s the incessant pounding in his ears as the blood rushes in time with his heartbeat.
“Why would I be uncomfortable?” Suna grabs the bottle from the table and refills his glass, eying Osamu curiously.
“Well, you said that this was weird and I didn’t wanna come off like a creepy stalker or some shit. The more I talk, the more it sounds bad-”
“Shut up.” Suna commands, voice gruff from the alcohol. Osamu freezes and Suna swears he can see the panic swirling in the stormy hue of his eyes. “I wasn’t meaning you made it weird, just the first time someone new has recognized me is all. It’s just odd actually talking about my job in public, not to my boss or other streamers.” Suna tries to explain.
“Okay good. I was actually having a decent time talkin’ with ya so it woulda sucked if you dipped.” Osamu smiles before downing his glass of sake.
“Go ahead and ask, I’m sure you have hundreds of questions. So, go for it!” Suna laughs and slides the bottle in front of Osamu’s abandoned stool, patting the wood with a raised brow.
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“Wait so ya actually know kuro_cat? Doesn’t really seem like someone you’d get along with.” Osamu giggles drunkenly as Suna makes a gagging gesture.
“Sadly, yes I do know him personally. And lemme tell ya, he’s a pretentious bastard.” Suna leans heavily against the counter, eyes locked onto the sight of Osamu’s flushed cheeks and vibrant smile.
“Do ya know the sub that he streams with too or just the pretentious bastard himself?” Osamu forces out between fits of laughter.
“Oh, so you have been watching other streamers huh? Careful now, I might get jealous.” Suna chuckles and takes another sip of sake, relishing in the resulting warmth filling his veins. Osamu’s cheeks become ten shades darker in the dim light pouring in from the kitchen.
“I mean, I’ve seen a few of his broadcasts but-”
“Relax, I’m just teasing you. I am actually pretty good friends with his sub. You’d be surprised how he acts off camera; it's a drastic difference.” Suna remembers the shock he’d felt after seeing Kenma go from a sweet broken sub to being an absolute menace once the cameras were off. Seeing Kuroo go from cruel dom to helplessly whipped dunce was less shocking and more...nauseating if Suna had to give it a word. “His sub is less submissive and more bratty switch, if that makes sense. Kuroo’s just lucky the dude actually bends to help out his career.” Suna rolls his eyes in mock annoyance. Kuroo was lucky in a lot of ways. Being able to share this part of his life with someone? Fucking unheard of typically. Suna had barely gotten the smallest glimpse into that bliss after spending the night talking with Osamu. If he were to be completely honest with himself, he was jealous of Kuroo’s happiness.
“Really? Guess that makes it more entertaining for ya since yer friends with the one making yer rival’s life a living hell?” Osamu hums in thought, eyes glassy and slightly unfocused as he peers over at Suna.
“Entertaining when he’s acting like a gremlin, not so much when Kuroo decides he’s fed up for the night and acts like he’s starting a stream while I am sitting in the same goddamn room.” Suna grumbles, head thudding against the counter and Osamu’s laughter is booming.
“So ya mentioned the dude wanted to do a collab video, right? How would that work? Assuming, he isn’t planning on sharing his sub and you have no interest in getting near him yourself...how do ya even do a stream together? Both of ya are dominant streamers. It’d be an odd dynamic.” Osamu chuckles, grabbing his long forgotten water glass to take a long swallow.
“I’m not sure honestly how it’d work. But if he suggests anything that requires me to submit to him, I’m telling his boyfriend to put his hand in warm water while he’s sleeping so he pisses himself.” Suna deadpans, but his lips twitch in the hints of a smile as Osamu does a spit take. “Might be able to do a stream with maybe him and his sub but I’d feel more comfortable if I had someone as well. I don’t really do those kinds of streams though so I wouldn’t even know how to approach someone with that idea.” Suna continues, eyes tracking a stray drop of water sliding down the column of Osamu’s throat before tossing a napkin into the man’s lap.
“Well, ‘m sure if ya told him, he could help out. I mean, he had other subs before his current one so he probably has experience with recruiting people for this type of thing.” Osamu wipes at his drenched work shirt, but it’s useless. He looks like he’s just finished winning a wet t-shirt contest with the way the fabric clings to every dip and curve of muscle in his chest and stomach. Suna tears his eyes away to meet Osamu’s only to find him already staring.
“Yeah, I’d rather not have to ask him for help. He already calls me his protégé, the last thing I need is to ask him for advice.” Suna grumbles, feeling his ears heat up.
“That makes sense. Maybe yer boss knows someone?” Osamu shrugs, tossing the napkin to the counter before standing up. “I need to go grab another shirt from my office, wanna go back there instead? The couch is more comfortable than these stools.” Osamu asks expectantly and Suna nods, following him to the office. Suna glances at the watch to see it's already 12:30. Man, time had flown by.
“Must be nice being the boss, you ever just come back here to crash when you get done closing up and have to open in the morning? I know I would.” Suna collapses against the plush leather couch, sighing in content.
“More than I’d like to admit. I share an apartment with my brother and there are definitely nights I don’t feel like headin’ home to see his ugly mug.” Osamu laughs, opening a drawer in his desk to pull out a clean shirt.
“Oh you have a brother? I couldn’t imagine still living with my little sister. She annoyed me enough when we were younger.” Suna silently thanks his lucky stars that his sister had decided to take a job further from home than he had. He would go to war for her in a heartbeat, but living with her? Hell on Earth.
“Oh trust me it gets worse. He’s my twin. Probably one of the most annoying people I’ve ever met but he’s a good guy. Just wish he’d spend less time partying when he knows I have to work.” Osamu tugs his ruined shirt over his head and Suna swears that if he wasn’t already seated, he would have passed out. The wet work shirt had already done a fantastic job of showing off the muscle hidden beneath it. But seeing them without the fabric in the way was another thing entirely. Suna had to fight to keep from staring at the broad shoulders and toned back Osamu was concealing from the world.
“A twin? Interesting. Don’t think I’ve met an actual twin before. Are you guys identical or fraternal?” Suna clears his throat, suddenly distracted by the wood finish of Osamu’s desk as the man turns back around finishing the buttons on his new shirt.
“Identical because apparently I did something really fucked up in a past life and must atone by being stuck with him for my whole life.” Osamu plops down on the couch next to Suna, pulling his phone out and swiping hurriedly. “This is my brother. His name’s Atsumu, you’ll probably see him around here pretty often. He can’t cook to save his life and as much as he hates to admit it, he loves my cooking.” Osamu hands the phone over and, sure enough, on screen is Osamu standing with his arm around his mirror image. The only discernible difference being their hair colors.
“Now be honest, you changed your hair color at one point too, right? I’m willing to bet you two did it to avoid being called by the other’s name huh?” Suna smiles as Osamu jerks the phone away with a huff.
“Yeah I had mine grey and his was blonde. But back then he didn’t wanna use toner because he was impatient. ‘m just glad he finally listened to reason after high school. His crush kept callin’ him ‘piss hair’ so I think that’s what got him to cave in.” Osamu swipes through a few more pictures before turning the phone back to Suna. This picture is much less posed, Atsumu is in the middle of yelling at the person taking the photo while Osamu is taking a huge bite of onigiri.
“So, you were obsessed with onigiri even back then I see.” Suna raises a brow to the man next to him. Osamu opens his mouth, presumably to deny the accusation before thinking better of it and turning away.
“I figured that ya might not be as cocky off camera but I guess I was wrong about that.” Osamu quips, glancing at Suna in the corner of his eye.
“Judging by your attendance in my streams, I’d say you enjoy being teased. Why else would you watch me jerk off and degrade my audience?” Suna fires back thoughtlessly. And just like that, Suna’s brain has to perform a factory reset. There’s no way he actually just said that. That’s got to be the alcohol talking right? Then, Osamu’s face whips around to face the cam boy, mouth agape and stammering. And Suna thinks it might be worth it to roll with it.
“I, what do you, I mean-”
“What is it, Osamu? Are you nervous?” Suna feels the confident smirk growing on his face as he watches Osamu shift in his seat. “Tell me. You probably watch my streams when you’re supposed to be working right? How else could you make it to every single show?” Suna’s tone is innocent, almost like he’s inquiring about something as trivial as a preferred breakfast. Yet, his eyes reflect the hunger and mischievous nature of the fox he truly is. And Osamu always fell prey to that stare, even through a computer screen. Osamu finds himself nodding along, never once breaking eye contact as Suna hums in approval.
“I’ll bet you even got excited when I said your username. Did you like knowing I noticed you? Did it feel good to have my attention?” Suna feels a rush in his veins that he only has felt during his broadcasts and he fights to hide the eagerness to see Osamu squirm. The shop owner just nods once more, swallowing thickly as Suna’s gaze drops from his eyes to his lips.
“Suna, I-“
“Call me Rintarou. Or Rin.” Suna interjects, smiling as Osamu once again nods.
“Oh, okay… Rin, I like when you said my username because it felt like you saw me. You remembered who I was out of thousands of viewers. It was nice to be recognized.” Osamu admits breathlessly, looking back towards the desk.
“No, don't do that.” Suna orders, grasping Osamu by his jaw and turning him back to him. “I didn’t say you could look away, Osamu.” Suna’s grip on Osamu’s face tightens and Osamu’s eyes widen comically. “Thought you were a good boy? Showing up on time for every show, never missing one. Are you gonna be good for me or am I going to have to make you?” Suna leans in closer, buzzing from the high of seeing the man in front of him lean into him as well.