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Why the hell was he always on the night shift? It was when the least amount of customers showed up, which the Wanderer preferred, and it left him doing nothing but the odd jobs his annoying coworkers had left to him. He had to do the sweeping, the cleaning, making sure things weren't out of date, checking the stock: it was starting to piss him off. So, he wasn't doing it. Instead, he stood behind the counter of the gas station's shop, having his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the shelving behind him full of cigarettes and vapes. He had hours until his shift ended and he doubted anyone would show up at — his eyes darted towards the clock with a scowl — 2:39 am.
The purple of his contacts reflected the buzzing, shitty light of the convenience store, effectively blinding him every time he took the time to scan over the store he had to care for alone. All he wanted was to take out these coloured contacts, be at home and probably relax with his partner — which would definitely stem further into them getting bored and riling him up for their own entertainment, but it was better than being here . Another scowl formed on his face, scrunching up his nose slightly, as he stared at the camera hanging from the ceiling about a foot away from him. The owner recently invested money for it, claiming that the employees were stealing from the cash register: which was bullshit, there was nothing to steal anyway.
But here he was, stuck in a disgusting store with a camera pointing right in his face whilst he stood idly. He rolled his shoulders slightly to distract himself, feeling his bodysuit tighten around his arms as he did so, whilst he scanned his gaze across the store once more. Maybe he should do something. His eyebrows furrowed, no . He's not doing everyone else's job, even if he was a changed man. He didn't change to be a people pleaser, he was still the selfish person he was before: just less visible with it… to customers anyway. His co-workers deserved everything he sent their way.
His scowl dropped for a moment as the soft 'ding' from above the door caught his attention, darting his gaze towards it before he blinked. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Y'know, you're meant to be like 'hey, how can I help you?', Kuni?" The door closed behind his partner, indicating they weren't leaving any time soon, whilst he shook his head at their antics. They hopped up onto the counter, sitting on it peacefully as he pushed himself from the shelving to stand in front of them.
"Shouldn't you be asleep?"
"Shouldn't you be at home?" They shot back, crossing their legs once they faced him with a sly grin. "I missed you, you've been doing the night shift a lot recently."
"I know," he hummed, lifting his right hand to grab their face: watching in amusement as they just allowed him to push their cheeks so their lips puckered. "But I can't do shit about it, you know that."
"I do…" They grumbled, taking his wrist to pull his hand from their face — which he didn't let them — as they pouted at him. "Let go, man." He shrugged at their demand, lighting pushing them back but grabbed them once he realised he pushed them too far: almost shoving them off the counter completely, but eventually caught onto their grin and realised they were fucking with him. His expression dulled as he shoved them properly, watching them tumble off the counter and hit the hard flooring with a groan. They propped up onto their shoulders, sitting themselves up as they scowled at him. "That was evil." He shrugged once again as they got up, wiping themselves down and rubbing what they landed on.
"I've done worse."
They hopped back onto the counter, sitting back where they once were, and hummed. "Yeah, your sex life was pretty shi—." The rest of their teasing ended abruptly as his hand covered their mouth, rolling his eyes as their laugh vibrated against his palm. He soon dropped his hand, shaking his head as a small tint of red formed along his cheeks. Taking the opportunity of his flustered, distracted self, his partner — [Name] — simply hopped by his side behind the counter to grab a snack for themselves.
"You can't be behind here." He soon noticed them, taking the packaging from their hands as they whined.
"Oh, come on! You always let me back here!" Their face scrunched up as he hit them with the packaging they wanted, directing their face towards the newly added camera and sighing as they just waved to it. "Don't be such a worry wart, me and the owner are like this." They crossed their fingers as they grinned, "they won't mind, they love me."
"Right… because everyone loves you, right?"
They shrugged, taking the bag from his hands with a sly smile. "Well, you do, don't you? That basically counts for everyone." They laughed softly as they avoided his flick, hopping over the counter like he wanted as they opened the bag of treats.
"You need to pay for that."
"Aww, Kuni… Can't you do the employee discount for me? You don't even get anything here, so it'd be a waste." They pouted at him, but groaned as he just held out his hand with an unamused look. They held the bag with their teeth, searching their pockets for their wallet before the Wanderer just sighed.
"Forget it. Stay here, let me grab the card from my bag." He lifted up the trapdoor to the counter, giving them a knowing look, before he made his way to the back to grab what he needed from his bag. As he did so, [Name] hopped over the counter once more and starting to pick out the cigarette boxes to reorganise them properly. "I thought I told you to stay put?"
"You said 'stay here', and I did." They shrugged, leaning against the counter once they turned to him with a wink. "Now, how can I help you, good sir?"
"Oh, barf ." He rolled his eyes, "if I had to do that every time I spoke to a customer, I'd—."
"Kill yourself or quit, yeah, yeah, yeah." They waved him off, moving back as he finally went to their side to pay for their snack. Once he slammed the register shut, he sighed as their arms wrapped around his frame. "Thank you, Kuni…" They murmured, nuzzling into the crook of his neck as he hummed softly.
"You owe me."
"When do I not?" They chuckled softly, feeling his body shiver from their breath lightly tickling his skin. "But I'm here to keep you company right now, I know you hate being idle." They slowly pulled from him, pressing their lips against his cheek before they finished up their snack and threw the packaging away. "Why aren't you doing anything anyway? Don't you usually do everyone else's job?"
A scoff escaped him as he crossed his arms once more, "I'm not doing that shit anymore. I'm only doing my job."
"Which is…?"
"My shift." He turned his head toward them, "I don't have to do all that shit, that's all the others' jobs." They honestly doubted him, but he always did a good job no matter what he worked. Perhaps all he had to do was his shift, probably due to the dangers of the timing.
"So, you've been standing around doing nothing?" They chuckled at his silence, manoeuvring behind him to hold his waist as he grumbled incoherently. "Well…" Their hands lightly grazed his stomach, reaching up underneath his employee shirt uniform to feel the plush and squish of his belly as he eyed them up suspiciously. "We have a while, right? About 3, maybe 4, hours? I know a few good ways to spend it."
His eyes narrowed at their tone, moving his hands to their wrists to pull them away from him but they were already a step ahead of him. "Did you hit your head when you fell off the counter?"
"Okay, first of all you pushed me." They rolled their eyes, lifting their hand to press their index finger against the birthmark on his nape — the one he got tattooed over once he was able to. His head tilted back instinctively, accidentally keeping their finger there as he grit his teeth in response. "And besides, what else do you have to do?" As he caught their eyes, they grinned at him teasingly. "Come on, you're basically begging to be fucked after your attitude."
"But the camera—!"
"Even better." Their eyes darkened as their other hand gripped his jaw, forcing his mouth open as his cheeks bloomed with crimson. "I get to show people you're all mine to dominate." He couldn't argue against them even if he wanted to, not with their fingers pressing down his tongue to keep his sharp comment to himself. "Although, if you don't want to…" They teasingly dragged their fingers down his tongue until his mouth was free, rubbing circles into the sensitive skin on his nape as he grunted softly.
"Fuck you." He spat, writhing in their touch as his cock hardened from their treatment. His face was still red, only growing darker, as he kept his eyes on their face.
"No, no." They shook their head innocently, " I'll be fucking you. " Gods, he loved hated their cocky nature, especially in public. What if someone walked in? What if someone was watching ? He shuddered at the thought, closing his eyes as the fingers that were once in his mouth gripped his hip, pulling him closer so his ass grinded against their cock. Eventually, they let his nape relax, lowering their hand to the bottom of his back instead. Their touch tingled his spine, sending tingling signals up his full back to release the tension forming.
They pulled at the loops of his uniform trousers, chuckling softly as he fumbled with the button and zipper for them as they pressed light kisses along his neck and jaw to encourage his needy behaviour. Whilst his fingers struggled, they calmly unzipped their own for an easier release of their cock when he finally successfully used his fingers. Once he undid them, [Name] pulled down the article of clothing as they pushed him closer toward the counter: they weren't against fucking him on film, but they weren't too eager of whoever watching seeing his cock — it was meant for their eyes only after all. "What are you smirking at?" He tried his best to be snappy, even now. Admittedly, it was cute.
"Just the fact you don't wear boxers under your bodysuit." They hummed, pinching the flesh of his bare ass as he jolted towards the counter, before their hands glided towards the clips and bands of the thin fabric underneath his outfit. They only focused on the crotch clips, lifting the free material over his cheeks to rest on the dip of his back that they knew he'd arch for them soon.
"Why would I?"
"Good point," they hummed teasingly, "you're my slut after all, aren't you?" They laughed as he shot them the best glare he could, scowling at them over his shoulder, but his expression shifted as they pushed his torso onto the counter: bending him over it like he's thought about on previous shifts.
"You talk big for someone who does everything I want them to." His initial shock passed as he sent them his own cocky grin, not faltering even though he was literally sprawled and bent over the counter he was meant to be keeping clean. "Maybe I've been wanting you to do this since you walked in."
"Says a lot more about you than it does me." They shrugged it off, not letting his words get to them as they flashed him an award-winning smile. "But, if you're so sure about it, I'll do whatever I want to you then." They forced his legs spread, revealing his asshole all for them, before they pried his cheeks apart. As they lined the tip of their cock to his hole, they leaned closer to his ear with a soft murmur. "I sure hope that camera has sound… I want people to hear how well you scream for me." His eyes widen for a moment, trying to prop himself up but his back hits their chest, as he realises they're going in raw: not preparing him at all.
God damn his own brattiness. A pathetic mix of a whimper and grunt passes through his gritted teeth, digging his nails into the counter as his body takes their dry cock as well as it possibly could: doing better than they expected of him as his breath grows heavy. "Bastard…" He insults under his breath, shooting them another scowl that they ignore — pushing his head down until his nose barely brushes the top of the counter, effectively silencing him as they rocked their hips to see if he was ready for them. Well, he wasn't complaining so that was good enough for them.
His eyes closed harshly as they began to prick with tears, soft grunts leaving his lips as he slowly began to get used to their movements with no type of lubricant for his sake. It hurt at the start, even though he's taken them this way so many times, and God was it uncomfortable . He really needed to learn how to shut his mouth. But this wasn't one of those moments, freely letting his groans and soft pants slip from his mouth directly to the counter. His body jolted with each thrust, feeling his hard shaft rub against some of the products that sat on the shelves below the counter — trying to make a mental note to buy those later —, forcing him to bring his arms higher up the counter to rest his forehead against before he hit it.
The slapping of skin echoed in the store, followed by Kuni's moans and soft groans as his partner fucks his ass harshly but oh-so deliciously . A rather loud moan escapes him as they grab a fistful of his hair, forcing his head up from his arms to face the camera directly that he honestly forgot about. His knees buckled at their actions, only keeping himself up by his arms against the counter as his face grew warmer with each pathetic moan that he let slip with no care anymore. "Fuck…" A soft curse broke his moans, so overcome with pleasure that his eyes closed to ignore the presence of the camera completely.
"Nuh, uh, uh~" [Name]'s voice honestly brought more tears to his eyes, knowing they're going to find something to either tease or humiliate him about, but his body adored the way they treated him. "Open your eyes, Kuni. Let them all see how good I'm making you feel, hm? Matter of fact… why don't you tell the camera?"
"No…" He whined softly, rolling his eyes back as their cock hit against his prostate so perfectly. They were making him feel on top of the world, but he'd rather edge himself than admit that to anyone. Their grip on his hair tightened as they pulled him up to their chest, uncaring of how harsh his back hit them and the small strands breaking from his scalp from their manhandling. His lips parted whorishly as his cock slipped between products, a high-pitched whine leaving as he bucked his hips shamelessly to stimulate his shaft and his ass by grinding back on them with each push of his hips.
"No…?" They hummed, removing their hand on his hip — barely keeping him up as his knees almost failed him — to lightly touch his nape once again. "But don't you want them to know how amazing it feels? To be fucked by your partner so publicly? So, why don't you tell them that my cock is making you feel so good? Enough that you're drooling ?" He was drooling? His face flushed as his mind finally let him feel the lewd saliva trickling down the corner of his mouth, desperately wanting to deny it but he couldn't: it was all over the counter. His spine tingled as they pressed against his birthmark once more, heightening his senses to the point he closed his eyes to let his tears fall. A soft groan left his lips once more as the wet muscle from their mouth lapped up the salted tear trailing down the chub of his cheek, squirming slightly as they simply chuckled in response.
Their name slipped from his mouth, practically babbling it as his pleasure numbed his body to anything aside from the pounding of their thrusts that hit his prostate so accurately. "Y'u're makin'..." His voice broke as he tried to meet their thrusts, opening his eyes once again to roll them up and his nails dig further into the counter he was still holding. "Mmm… s'good…"
"What was that~?"
"A— Ah! " A groan left him as they threw him back over the counter, unashamedly drooling all over it once more as his cock throbbed and his back arched. "You…" He choked out a sob, unable to even think straight anymore as his mind hazed over completely. He could barely realise they took his cock into their hand, babbling to himself incoherently as he felt them jerk his shaft right into the crotch pocket of his bodysuit. It wasn't until their name screamed from his lips, and the release of his cum right into the suit he had to wear, that he realised the sadistic plan of approach. A tired whine left him as he felt them keep the suit held up, containing his soaking cock that began to soil his stomach with his own cum, only to moan more as their thrusts didn't stop.
With a few more pumps into his ass, he closed his eyes once their own climax filled up every inch of his hole. He groaned to himself as he felt them oh-so kindly latched his bodysuit up, leaving him full of both his and their cum soaking his clothing whilst they sorted out his uniform: buttoning and zipping up his trousers for him as he just let his knees fall to the floor, leaning against the counter with a grimace once he feels how wet he felt. [Name] eyed him up with a smug smirk, ruffling his hair as they grabbed another packet of the snack they had earlier. "I saved you the trouble of cleaning the floor, Kuni. Aren't I just an angel~?"
With a fleeting kiss on his sweaty head, they placed down the money for the snack by his face. His eyes slowly opened but he had yet to lift himself… oh, for fuck sake— the key to the bathroom hadn't been replaced yet, and he had… his hazy eyes flickered to the clock, 2 hours left. He let out a frustrated whine, curling his arms around his face to direct both of his middle fingers to the camera. He doesn't want a day shift ever again: he knows he'd get ridiculed to shit.
But honestly? He wouldn't change the fact he came so hard. He'd been dreaming about it for months.