[ 30 minutes was usually enough if he pushed himself fairly hard thanks to his condition (the one not related to surprise, long lasting boner). He couldn't really imagine getting off in any less time. ]
I'm willing to pay more. I just refuse to short myself on time and end up throwing away money because I can't get there. $200.
[Sebastian can't help it - he does enjoy a good bet, and enjoys the highs and lows the gambling man may go through. Besides, he isn't the one suffering medically here: any relief or further pain will entirely felt by this "Usagimodoki" character]
400 if you fail and you have a deal. Keep the numbers even.
[ Really, money didn't mean all that much to the younger man. If anything, this was actually already more interesting than the other arrangements he'd had here. Noiz even goes so far as to send his unit number for the Up provided housing. ]
[ Honestly it was tempting to offer 440 just to spite him at this point, but $10 was negligible. The satisfaction of not giving the butler the entire story of his situation was worth the difference. ]
Fine. It's a deal. 800 and a favor if you succeed, 460 and you're mine until I'm satisfied with you if you fail.
Begging your pardon, but that last part is rather vague. That could mean anything if you decide your tastes have suddenly changed. A time limit would be most fitting.
[ Finally. He wasn't used to people being such sticklers for details, but it made it a bit more fun. He does make a note in his Coil about this Michaelis before adding the image he'd attached before to it. ]
460 and 30 additional minutes, then. You need me to have anything ready for you?
Yourself, unclothed to your satisfaction. Undressing you was not part of the negotiation, after all. I would also like to look at your unfortunate...medical emergency before I touch it, and that will not count for my time.
[ He wouldn't have wanted to be undressed by him anyway, so that was fine. The second bit also was a perfectly normal request considering the circumstances. ]
Once Noiz sent the information over it didn't take particularly long for the other Submissive to arrive. Megumi had already out for the day, so once he let Michaelis inside he simply headed toward the room he was given. No need to waste time.
The room itself was the standard size and shape of the other provided rooms for the Up, but it was clear that the 19 year old had comfortably moved in. Circuit boards, a box of wires, a laptop, and a couple of computers were scattered across his floor with multiple monitors lit up with various subjects and texts pulled up. While he didn't turn on the main light itself, the varying colored glows of the monitors was enough to illuminate his features. In addition to the almost excessive (though less than he was used to) electronics, there was also a stack of empty pizza boxes pushed off to the side that he hadn't bothered to throw out yet.
Five minutes seemed surprisingly longer than usual, and for a moment Noiz was actually growing a bit worried that he'd underestimated the butler's skillful hand that seemed to figure out how rough he needed it surprisingly quickly. When the Coil around his wrist starts to beep he can't stop the smirk that pulls at his lips. His cockiness is short lived when his orgasm finally hits him. The rough tense of the muscles in his thighs as he finally, mere moments after the timer came to a lose, that he spills into Sebastian's hand.
There has never, ever been a human that Sebastian has failed to pleasure. Not a one.
This had seemed to be very by the book affair: five minutes (more than enough time) to bring some average mortal man past the brink of release. It's around the one minute mark that Sebastian realizes something is...amiss. Two minutes to roll up his mental sleeves and really get to work on Noiz's rock-hard shaft. To realize that this foul man has neglected to disclose all the details in the negotiations. Four minutes and fifty seconds to feel the rise of his hips, the way his panting changes and know that he will be coming whether he plans or not.
But Sebastian fails.
He doesn't need Noiz's timer to know. It takes Sebastian five minutes and three seconds to guide him to that pleasurable crisis, warmth flooding onto his palm. (Sebastian resists the urge to curl his fingers and crush that insufferable, stubborn shaft in his hand).
"...so it seems," Sebastian replies, and yes, he still has Noiz's cock in his hand. "It appears I underestimated your fortitude, sir."
How?
The demon will be turning that thought in his mind, wondering, agonizing over the rare, once-a-century failure he has just experienced. Is this due to whatever substance Noiz ingested? Perhaps he has some sort of otherworldly training to account for this...hellish miracle.
Noiz reaches over to tap the silver bracelet on his wrist, the timer coming to a stop. His pierced cock is still incredibly hard in the butler's hand even despite his very recent release, much the same result as his 'self-inspections' from earlier. If there was any of the standard oversensitivity that most human males experienced post-orgasm it isn't visible on the young man's face or body language.
Green eyes glance down toward the demon's hand still wrapped around him. "People aren't one-size fits all."
It felt good to knock him down a peg. Honestly, the look on the butler's face right now was well worth the 460 he'd paid him at the door. Maybe even worth the full 800. "For the record, my 30 minutes hasn't started yet."
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I'm willing to pay more. I just refuse to short myself on time and end up throwing away money because I can't get there. $200.
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Negotiations go both ways, usually.
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Perhaps I can give you five minutes of my time instead of one. A good deed for the day.
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[Sebastian can't help it - he does enjoy a good bet, and enjoys the highs and lows the gambling man may go through. Besides, he isn't the one suffering medically here: any relief or further pain will entirely felt by this "Usagimodoki" character]
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[ He wouldn't make him do it for nothing either way, but he was willing to hedge a bet on his own deafened nerves. ]
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800 for succeeding and a small favor owed by you at a later date. In the unlikely event of my failure, 500.
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[ Really, money didn't mean all that much to the younger man. If anything, this was actually already more interesting than the other arrangements he'd had here. Noiz even goes so far as to send his unit number for the Up provided housing. ]
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omg now we're just being nitpicky assholes I love it
$20 is $20...
Fine. It's a deal. 800 and a favor if you succeed, 460 and you're mine until I'm satisfied with you if you fail.
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Oh, but we are so close to striking a bargain!
Begging your pardon, but that last part is rather vague. That could mean anything if you decide your tastes have suddenly changed. A time limit would be most fitting.
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A+ Noize, you finally got Sebastian to give the thumbs up
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460 and 30 additional minutes, then. You need me to have anything ready for you?
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[ He wouldn't have wanted to be undressed by him anyway, so that was fine. The second bit also was a perfectly normal request considering the circumstances. ]
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text ⇁ action
The room itself was the standard size and shape of the other provided rooms for the Up, but it was clear that the 19 year old had comfortably moved in. Circuit boards, a box of wires, a laptop, and a couple of computers were scattered across his floor with multiple monitors lit up with various subjects and texts pulled up. While he didn't turn on the main light itself, the varying colored glows of the monitors was enough to illuminate his features. In addition to the almost excessive (though less than he was used to) electronics, there was also a stack of empty pizza boxes pushed off to the side that he hadn't bothered to throw out yet.
Five minutes seemed surprisingly longer than usual, and for a moment Noiz was actually growing a bit worried that he'd underestimated the butler's skillful hand that seemed to figure out how rough he needed it surprisingly quickly. When the Coil around his wrist starts to beep he can't stop the smirk that pulls at his lips. His cockiness is short lived when his orgasm finally hits him. The rough tense of the muscles in his thighs as he finally, mere moments after the timer came to a lose, that he spills into Sebastian's hand.
"You lose."
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This had seemed to be very by the book affair: five minutes (more than enough time) to bring some average mortal man past the brink of release. It's around the one minute mark that Sebastian realizes something is...amiss. Two minutes to roll up his mental sleeves and really get to work on Noiz's rock-hard shaft. To realize that this foul man has neglected to disclose all the details in the negotiations. Four minutes and fifty seconds to feel the rise of his hips, the way his panting changes and know that he will be coming whether he plans or not.
But Sebastian fails.
He doesn't need Noiz's timer to know. It takes Sebastian five minutes and three seconds to guide him to that pleasurable crisis, warmth flooding onto his palm. (Sebastian resists the urge to curl his fingers and crush that insufferable, stubborn shaft in his hand).
"...so it seems," Sebastian replies, and yes, he still has Noiz's cock in his hand. "It appears I underestimated your fortitude, sir."
How?
The demon will be turning that thought in his mind, wondering, agonizing over the rare, once-a-century failure he has just experienced. Is this due to whatever substance Noiz ingested? Perhaps he has some sort of otherworldly training to account for this...hellish miracle.
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Green eyes glance down toward the demon's hand still wrapped around him. "People aren't one-size fits all."
It felt good to knock him down a peg. Honestly, the look on the butler's face right now was well worth the 460 he'd paid him at the door. Maybe even worth the full 800. "For the record, my 30 minutes hasn't started yet."
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