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kylo_ren has entered the chat
Armitage can’t help the small smile that spreads across his face at that familiar screen name; his favourite customer, his biggest tipper, quite possibly one of the sweetest porn consumers he’s ever met. Kylo never pushes him, never tries to send him dick pics, nothing. They just talk to him, like Armitage is a real human being.
kylo_ren: have you finished the book yet
vagabond_holetaker: Take off your shorts.
dark_dante: @kylo_ren shut up
Hux snorts, rubbing his erection through his underwear. He should have expected Kylo to immediately ask about the book. They’ve been trying to get him to read the Game of Thrones novels for about two months, after Armitage had said he wasn’t a fan of the show. The books are better, they had said, then had immediately ordered the whole set for Armitage. They had arrived in a remarkably large Amazon box.
“No, Kylo,” he says. “They are extremely dense and I am extremely busy.”
kylo_ren: what do you think so far
dark_dante: @kylo_ren shut the fuk up no1 wants to hear about books
kylo_ren: @dark_dante fuck off i want to hear about books
Armitage laughs and indulges Kylo, saying, “They’re dark and miserable, but not quite as gratuitous as the show. It feels like everything happens for a reason in the novels.”
kylo_ren: yeah thats what i think too
The chat pings with more messages telling Kylo to shut up or telling Armitage to take off the rest of his clothes. Armitage tugs down his underwear just enough for the very tip of his erection to peak out. He gets a slew of tips, Kylo’s coming last—the biggest naturally.
Kylo’s in the chat tonight so of course he outbids everyone for Armitage’s time once Armitage decides to stop teasing. Nights when Kylo shows up are always the best, tip-wise. They only show up maybe three times a month, rarely on the same day, but they always shower Armitage with money, sometimes for no reason at all.
Sometimes when Kylo pays for the privilege of seeing Armitage fully nude, they'll let him do his own thing, simply watching as Armitage gets off. Sometimes they’ll give him orders, telling him to slow down or moan louder, any number of lewd requests. Sometimes they'll ask for bizarre, compepletely nonsexual things, like for Armitage to read a book out loud. Armitage never knows what an hour's session with Kylo will hold.
The private chat loads and Kylo immediately messages him.
kylo_ren: have you eaten yet?
“No,” Armitage tells them truthfully. It's almost the first of the month and he was shorted hours at his retail job, barely managing to make it up camming, so he has been skimping on meals to make his groceries last longer.
Kylo tips him another thirty pounds and messages him:
kylo_ren: order yourself a couple of pizzas
kylo_ren: jerk off for me while you wait for them to arrive but dont come
Armitage snorts but says, “Alright, Lord Ren, if you say so.”
kylo_ren: call them
Armitage has to climb off his bed, leaving the view of the camera while he goes to get his phone. He unplugs it from its charger at his desk, wandering back to google the number for the closest pizza place. Kylo is silent as he dials the number. It’s only when the girl working the phones picks up with a cheerful greeting, asking to take his order, that Kylo messages him again.
kylo_ren: touch yourself
Armitage stares at the message before stuttering a greeting, shoving his hand down the front of his underwear. He orders two medium pizzas as he draws his cock out of his underwear, stroking off in front of the camera for Kylo. He barely manages to keep from sounding completely breathless as he does it.
“There,” he says after he hangs up. “You utter pervert.”
kylo_ren: :)
kylo_ren: you like it though
Armitage laughs and says, “I suppose. I never know what nights with you are going to be like.”
kylo_ren: thats what makes it so fun
kylo_ren: i like keeping you on your toes
He smiles at the camera, at Kylo, and Kylo showers him in compliments and tips.
kylo_ren: youre so fucking gorgeous
kylo_ren put 10 pounds into the tip jar!
kylo_ren: look at you
kylo_ren: so slender and so fucking hard
kylo_ren: just for me
kylo_ren put 25 pounds into the tip jar!
“You’re being awfully generous tonight,” Armitage teases, wiping away the drop of precome gathered at his slit with one finger to pop it into his mouth. He asks, “Good day at work?”
kylo_ren: no
kylo_ren: i dont work
kylo_ren: im just filthy rich
Armitage snorts but refrains from calling Kylo a liar to their face. Obviously, Kylo must have quite a bit of money to blow so much on a camwhore like him, but Armitage sincerely doubts that he’s just rich. He’s nowhere near lucky enough to have a sugar daddy.
kylo_ren: really
kylo_ren put 50 pounds into the tip jar!
Armitage’s breath stutters more from the tip than from his hand on his cock. Not counting the thirty Kylo had sent him for pizza, they have so far tipped him almost a hundred and fifty pounds. So far. Kylo has made up for the deficit his retail job had left him with. His rent is covered and, with only ten minutes of their hour together over, he’ll have plenty of time to hustle for more.
He almost feels bad taking Kylo’s money. He doesn’t do nearly enough to deserve such high tips from them.
“You’re so good to me, Kylo,” Armitage moans as he works himself over.
kylo_ren: thats it baby
kylo_ren: say my name
“Fuck, Kylo!” Armitage gasps, hips twitching. He’s not close, but he knows most of his patrons like an edge of desperation.
kylo_ren: i want you to come moaning my name this time
kylo_ren: not now
kylo_ren: later
kylo_ren: after youve held yourself on edge for as long as you can manage before begging me to let you come
Armitage shivers for real this time. He is such a sucker for edging.
Then the buzzer rings.
“Shit,” Armitage says, stumbling towards the edge of his bed on his knees with his underwear caught around his thighs. He climbs off his bed and pulls his pants up, grabbing his dressing gown from the back of his desk chair on the way to his front door.
He has new messages waiting for him when he comes back carrying his two pizzas.
kylo_ren: better hurry
kylo_ren: shit youre too cute
kylo_ren: your ass is some good shit
Armitage snorts and says, “Thank you,” as sarcastically as he dares while he settles down in front of his camera with the pizza. He asks, “What now?”
kylo_ren: eat duh
“Alright,” Armitage says, laughing at how absolutely absurd Kylo’s plan for the evening is. He flips open the top box to reveal a hot and cheesy pizza crammed with as many vegetables as he was allowed. He picks up a slice. Should he try to be sexy while eating it?
“Is this a kink of yours?” he asks, “Fattening up unsuspecting twinks?”
kylo_ren: no
kylo_ren: i just like taking care of you
“Are you calling yourself my sugar daddy?”
kylo_ren: yes
Armitage stands corrected; apparently he is lucky enough to have found a sugar daddy.
kylo_ren: eat
“Yes, Daddy,” Armitage teases, finally taking that first heavenly bite out of his slice of pizza. He hasn’t had anything since breakfast, and even that was just a yogurt and a handful of digestives.
Kylo is suspiciously quiet while Armitage eats. He finishes his first slice and is well into his second before it occurs to him that maybe their connection was dropped.
“Are you still there?” he asks. Kylo’s response is immediate.
kylo_ren: yeah
kylo_ren: miss me
“Of course, Daddy.”
Kylo’s response to that is also immediate.
kylo_ren: fuck
Armitage hides his smirk behind his pizza. Apparently, that’s a thing for Kylo. He can work with that.
He finishes off his slice of pizza and closes the box, saving the leftovers for the rest of the week. He wonders if Kylo came already, if that stretch of silence was them cleaning up. He's wondered before if Kylo is male—most of his patrons are—but he’s never asked. He projects his fantasies onto Kylo, imagining them wiping streaks of come off their hard stomach, cock softening against their hip. Armitage assumes that's not true at all; Kylo is probably some rich, middle-aged man with a wife and two kids, watching Armitage loyally as a way to live out his homosexual fantasies without putting his real life at risk.
“What would you like me to do now, Kylo?” he asks after he sets the pizza aside. He ever so casually pulls at the edge of his dressing gown, making it slide open and reveal his shoulder and one pink nipple.
kylo_ren: get undressed
kylo_ren: let me see all of you
Armitage shrugs out of his dressing gown then stands on his knees again to shimmy his underwear down his thighs. He’s not hard anymore thanks to the pizza interlude. He immediately covers his soft cock with his hand, bizarrely shy.
kylo_ren: its okay baby
kylo_ren: let daddy look at you
He pulls his hand away, staring at the viewfinder of his camera. He’s caught only from about chin to knees, his head out of the frame. He slides his hand up his stomach until it rests delicately on his chest, over his heart.
kylo_ren: youre so beautiful
kylo_ren put 10 pounds in the tip jar!
“So you keep telling me,” Armitage says.
kylo_ren: thats because you are
kylo_ren: youre fucking beautiful with your red hair and your tiny waist
kylo_ren: youre so small i bet i could wrap my hands all the way around you
Armitage is torn between arguing that he’s not small—he’s a hundred and eighty six centimeters, thank you; he’s just lean is all—and commenting on how Kylo must be big to think he could actually do that. He ends up just laughing, shaking his head even though Kylo can’t see it.
kylo_ren: i could
kylo_ren: its the only good thing about being built like shaq
“I sincerely doubt you’re that big. He’s like, seven feet tall,” Armitage chides.
kylo_ren: okay im not quite that big
kylo_ren: but im still a lot bigger than you
This time Armitage does protest, “I’m not terribly small. I’m a hundred and eighty six centimeters.”
kylo_ren: i have no idea how tall that is
“Right, you’re American, I always forget.” Armitage sits down cross legged, bringing his face back into frame. “Google it, I don’t fucking know the conversion.”
kylo_ren: lol
kylo_ren: yeah okay
kylo_ren: youre pretty tall
kylo_ren: im taller
Armitage rolls his eyes.
“It’s not a competition.”
kylo_ren: think about it ;)
Armitage snorts. “Are you telling me you’ve got a monsterous cock?”
kylo_ren: yes
He rolls his eyes again, huffing a laugh. He thought Kylo was different.
kylo_ren: dont laugh
kylo_ren: i could send you a pic to prove it
Armitage can’t help laughing again, just a little. He shouldn’t be surprised; every single other regular he has has tried to send him a dick pic, usually in one of their early chats. It’s been over a year that the two of them have been chatting and Kylo is only now offering, and he’s offering instead of just doing it.
And besides, Armitage likes Kylo. He enjoys their time together. It’s nice, almost like they’re friends. He wouldn’t mind a dick pic from his favourite customer. He can’t deny that he’s curious to see what Kylo has to offer either.
“Alright then,” he says, resting his chin in his hand, smirking at the camera.
kylo_ren: jerk off for me
Armitage does as he’s told, leaning back against his pillows to stroke his cock back to hardness. He finds he’s actually excited, eager to see a picture of any bit of Kylo.
He’s back to full hardness, precome pearling the head of his cock, by the time Kylo sends a link to the picture.
kylo_ren: https://imgur.com/gallery/KJ923y5
Armitage rolls back into sitting cross legged, leaning forward to click the link on his laptop. It is, without a doubt, the best dick pic he’s gotten over the almost two years he’s been camming, thick and gorgeous, a pale hand fisting the base. Kylo has dark hair, Armitage notes, a happy trail peeking out under the wrist, and they have strong thighs; the fact that they’re muscular obvious even from this angle. Armitage desperately wants to know what the rest of them look like.
He brings the chat client of his website up over the window with that glorious dick pic, dragging it to the side so he can see both.
kylo_ren: well
kylo_ren: told you
kylo_ren: youre looking really hard at my picture
kylo_ren: you do like guys right
Armitage can’t help but smile, assuring him, “Yes, Kylo, I’m gay.”
kylo_ren: what do you think
“I don’t know. I can’t tell how big you are, you know. There’s nothing in frame for reference.”
kylo_ren: asshole
kylo_ren: now i have to get up to find a ruler or something
kylo_ren: this is not what i had in mind for our hour tonight
“Sorry,” he laughs, not sorry at all. He’s having fun, enjoying teasing Kylo. He’s enjoying looking at Kylo, even if he’s only looking at his cock.
kylo_ren: brb
Armitage leans back again, crossing his ankles. He refrains from touching himself while he waits for Kylo to return, not wanting to stiff him.
kylo_ren: https://imgur.com/gallery/GJ02r50
This time there’s a can of soft drink held next to Kylo’s cock. He’s only a bit thinner, a centimeter or so smaller, and probably five or six centimeters longer. His hand is similarly massive, cradling the can in his fingers. Armitage licks his lips.
kylo_ren: well
“Alright,” he says. “You’ve got a big cock.” A nice cock, he refuses to add.
kylo_ren: thanks :)
kylo_ren: our time is almost up and ive barely gotten to see you jerk off
Armitage apologizes, hand immediately going back to his own cock. He feels bad wasting Kylo’s time like this.
He keeps that first dick pic showing on his laptop, staring at it as he jerks off. He usually keeps his eyes on his laptop while camming, watching the chat with his client, so he’s sure Kylo is none the wiser.
It’s a gorgeous cock. He’s almost sad that Kylo is American; he sincerely doubts he’d be able to get all of that in his mouth but he finds he wants to try. Kylo would probably be disappointed in his sad blowjob skills though. He’s not nearly as skilled in that as he is in getting himself off for a camera.
kylo_ren: say my name
“Fuck, Kylo,” Armitage gasps, only faking it a little. He speeds his hand up, groaning as he arches up. He knows the precise way to move to make his stomach hollow enticingly, making him look even smaller.
kylo_ren: five minutes left
kylo_ren: no teasing tonight
kylo_ren: just come for me
kylo_ren: and say my name
“Kylo,” he moans, thinking about how gloriously Kylo’s cock would fill him, split him, easily as thick as his thickest toy. That thought, more than anything else, is what makes him come. He just barely remembers to moan Kylo’s name again as he does so.
kylo_ren: gorgeous
kylo_ren put 50 pounds into the tip jar!
Armitage slowly relaxes against his pillows, coming down from his orgasm. This is the best one he's had in awhile, actually fulfilling instead of just being a little tedious, all because of Kylo’s dick pic.
“You spoil me, Daddy,” he pants, smiling lazily at the camera.
kylo_ren put 50 pounds into the tip jar!
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hermitGeneral
Kylo tipped me two hundred and thirty fucking pounds yesterday.
And he bought me pizza.
the silver bullet
jesus fuck
he's the american, right?
hermitGeneral
Yeah.
the silver bullet
that's over 300usd
god damn
hermitGeneral
YEAH.
the silver bullet
how does it feel to have a sugar daddy?
hermitGeneral
I'm fucking baffled.
Also he absolutely called himself my sugar daddy so I called him Daddy and that is apparently A Thing.
the silver bullet
lol
hermitGeneral
That's not even the best part.
He asked if he could send a dick pic, because I was laughing at him insisting on being bigger than me.
And he is.
He's so much bigger than me, Phasma.
He's fucking hung.
the silver bullet
do you really want one of your clients to fuck you?
hermitGeneral
I know.
I hate it.
the silver bullet
but you still want to
hermitGeneral
He has a really nice cock, okay?