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Night city was a headache to look at. From the obnoxiously bright lights, boisterous vehicles, and smog, to the citizens themselves. It was all just…
Awful?
Terrible?
The bane of V’s existence?
All were fair words or phrases to describe the hellish environment.
An unlit cigarette hung loosely between V’s middle and index finger as he leaned against the sloped shelf beneath his apartment windows. He contemplated lighting it and taking a drag, but he had never been much of a smoker. It seemed like every day he was drawn more and more to nicotine.
It scared him.
V knew that it was more than just a craving. Johnny had been a heavy chainsmoker back in the day, and the fact V felt like he was starting to experience withdrawals from a substance he’d hardly ever used meant the end was creeping closer.
V and Johnny’s minds were truly starting to fuse together. It was getting harder and harder to discern his own actions from the petulant rockstar in his head.
“Fuckin’ light it already will you? Feels like you’re edging me or something.”
Johnny manifested himself into existence, complaining loudly as per usual.
“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t’chyou, Johnny?”
V replied sarcastically, a teasing glint in his eyes.
Johnny paused for longer than necessary, his lips curling into an annoying smirk.
“Damn, maybe our minds really are fusing!”
Johnny grinned, nudging V’s elbow with obvious implications.
“Cmonnn, V. I saw you buy that magazine earlier. Why not put it to good use?”
V’s cheeks turned a vibrant pink as he whipped his head around to face the rockstar.
“What in the fuck, Johnny! Shut it!”
V turned back to the window, tugging at his hair in disdain and humiliation.
“What, you mean to tell me you just ‘forgot’ about the person in your head?!”
Johnny egged the man on with a devious smirk, stepping closer and poking V’s ankle with the tip of his boot.
“Fuckin’ gonk..” V muttered, loud enough for Johnny to hear.
The merc sighed with exasperation before turning towards Johnny with a scowl. He tossed the unlit cigarette in the rebels direction before turning and sitting down on his bed, kicking off his shoes and leaning against the bed frame. V shot yet another glare at Johnny before removing the infamous magazine from its bag and opening it.
Obviously it was a porn magazine. V’s usual.
Johnny materialized again.
“So. You gonna edge me or not?”
V sighed dramatically and looked back over. “Fine! But when I’m done I want at least 2 hours of quiet!”
Johnny huffed out a laugh before he nodded in agreement, dematerializing to give V the illusion of privacy.
V redirected his focus to the material in front of him, his pants growing tighter as he pressed forward.
The merc undid his belt and unzipped the fly of his pants, shimmying them off before removing his boxers. V rubbed his length back and forth, moaning softly.
“Keep going.” Johnny huffed sensually in V’s ear.
V obeyed, moving his left hand back and forth steadily across his length, suppressing any noises that threatened to escape his throat. “Fuck, go faster!” Johnny growled breathlessly, wishing he could do the deed himself rather than watching V’s mediocre attempt at jerking off. “Shut up. Can’t focus.” V grunted, practically trembling as he reached for the bottle of lube tucked under his mattress. As if anyone was searching the gonks room.
“Cmon, be a good boy and listen.”
V could hear the wide grin behind those words. Fuck, it made him so goddamn horny.
Cold lube was squirted onto V’s left hand before it was evenly distributed onto his right, the bottle now tossed aside.
He returned to his work, silently wishing Johnny would praise him again for doing what he was told, only to realize that the construct had full access to his thoughts.
“Oh, you like that, Vincent? You like being called a good boy? You wanna be treated like an obedient puppy? No wonder you were a damn corpo.” Johnny taunted, materializing next to V with an unreadable expression.
A soft, squeaky moan escaped V’s lips when his brain registered Johnny’s words. He remained silent, cheeks bright red, though hard to tell in the dim lighting.
“You know it and I know it. Use your words and beg.” Johnny challenged, momentarily taking control of V’s hands and squeezing his length, the pressure releasing another yelp.
“Ngh— Johnny! Fuck!” V hissed, his thumb rubbing the head of his cock.
Johnny grinned with amusement and satisfaction.
“Are you this pathetic in bed with Panam? Jesus.” Johnny huffed out a tepid chuckle.
V could hardly focus on what Johnny was saying anymore, he could feel sweat beading on his forehead and his heart was throbbing. Johnny’s words were doing a lot more than he wished they were. Fuck, it was embarrassing!
The corpo could feel himself getting closer, his breaths shallow.
“J-Johnny—“ V started before being cut off.
Right. The construct already knew what he was about to say.
“You’re doing so well.” Johnny purred, his voice like honey glaze on a rack of smoked ribs. “Keep going.” He instructed firmly.
V picked up the pace and rubbed his length back and forth monotonously until he eventually came, his hands a mess of multiple different liquids, some being bodily fluids.
“Good boy. ‘Listened to me the entire time.” Johnny materialized, leaning against the wall adjacent to V’s bedframe. “If I had a body you’d be a hot mess. Well—that is more than you are right now.” He grinned provocatively.
“That was…good.” V huffed, reaching for the suspiciously placed box of tissues on his shelf.
He tenderly cleaned himself up, gauging Johnny’s reaction every time he touched his member.
V grinned when Johnny turned away, obviously trying to hide the fact he could feel the same sensation.
V got off the bed and changed pants before stripping the sheets off of the bed and dropping them into a laundry basket. He’d been planning on binging T.V. until he passed out on the couch anyway.
The corpo yawned and stretched before he flopped onto the sofa and curled up, eyelids heavy.
“Night, V.” Johnny heaved fondly, staring for longer than intended.
“G’night, Johnny.”