Nah, remember—the first gang ever established is the police. How else did the rich keep the helpless masses in check throughout America’s violent history?
[That’s a rhetorical question at best, especially since Johnny doesn’t want to get into the murky history of America itself.]
Hokey but genuine. She sounds like a keeper despite the weird chakra stuff.
[While Johnny doesn’t quite believe in that esoterica mumbo jumbo, he is oddly fascinated with those who do. It’s like watching animals at the zoo for him. Amusing.]
Hmm, okay. [He lets out a quiet little hum as Kai keeps stroking his palm like that. Yeah, he likes it judging from how he gives Kaidan another gentle squeeze. However, he starts pulling Kai towards the kitchen once he mentions food.]
As if I would ever decline good food but I wanna help.
I'm Canadian. [ Which is so not the point, but he's trying to redirect Johnny away from this conversation they've had a thousand times before. Sweetheart, it's not midnight yet, you can't rant about capitalism. ]
Yeah. I hope she finds someone good. I'll ca—have stern words with anyone who tries to hurt her.
[ No easy feat when Kaidan's a solid wall of muscle, but he goes against his own inertia to be pulled into the kitchen. ] Alright so, against my better judgment, I'll grant you the greatest honor there is in my kitchen—holding my chef's knife. [ Fancy steel number bought on a trip to Japan. Artisanal-folded metal with beautiful hamon inlaid into a polished wood handle. The blade sings when it's removed from its sheath. ] Think you can chop up herbs for me? For the salad dressing.
Canadian. [He repeats, chuckling. God, he keeps forgetting that.] Right, right. However, Canada has its own skeletons.
[Johnny says in an attempt to save face here. It’s a failed attempt because he appears embarrassed, but it is a valiant effort. Anyway, his little rant against capitalism can wait until after dinner. He’s hungry and is currently on kitchen duty.]
Stern words or do you mean you would “beat up” anyone who hurts little miss fairy dust and tarot cards?
[He teases before looking around the kitchen for the cutting board. Yeah, Johnny went to town cleaning this place up. The kitchen is virtually spotless minus a few pots and pans in the sink. The amount of effort he put into cleaning is apartment is astonishing, really. It’s all thanks to his sudden sobriety as of late and his whole need to make the place where he lays his head into his personal little haven from the rest of the world.
Of course, Kaidan also has a very positive influence on him too. While Johnny is bound to drink a can of beer eventually, at least he can do so someplace clean and green. Yes, he placed those miniature cacti near the sink cause he thought they look pretty there.]
Hell yeah! [He says before reaching to the handle of that fancy Japanese knife. Truth be told, Johnny been itching for Kai to let him use it. It looks so cool.]
Not going to deny that. [ But hoping this doesn't lead into a monologue on the capitalistic evils of said nation. Yes, Canada blows too, but at least it has farms. And hockey.
Luckily, nothing comes of it. Johnny's probably too hungry to argue. Kaidan knows he is. ]
Is it police brutality and if me and my buddies 'drop in' with some much needed advice? [ It's practically benevolent in comparison to what MaxTac usually gets up to. Both could be seen as charity work, from a certain point of view, but Kaidan is all too aware of the organization's public persona.
No one wants MaxTac to drop on them.
But that's work Kaidan does because no one else can, soul-sucking as it is. Johnny, if he can be called 'work', is work he enjoys—it feels good to stand in a clean apartment, to know not only that it represents the mental and physical improvement of the person who stands in front of him, but it's also balm to the soul.
Love. Rare as it is in Night City, and all the more precious for it. ] Know proper knife technique? Won't make fun of you if you don't. Most people in Night City don't cook. For obvious reasons.
Not exactly, but it would be an abuse of authority and resources.
[Johnny jokes as he takes the herbs and vegetables out of the fridge. Yes, there are real groceries in there. It’s most likely stuff that Kai picked out for them before. Johnny has a pretty good memory, so he probably just memorized what Kaidan picked out before and brought it. Be damned if Johnny knows how to cook all this stuff. He’s been a little too busy to learn.]
Proper knife technique? The hell? You think I can’t use a knife?
[He asks with a slight huff. Honestly, he’s better with guns more so than knives. However, Johnny knows a thing or two about slicing people up. But trying to gouge out some poor fuck’s eyes is vastly different than cutting veggies.]
It’s not like I’m gonna cut my fingers off, ya know.
[He raises his chrome hand and wiggles his fingers with a smirk.]
Japanese steel is sharp and all, but it ain’t that sharp!
[ Impressed at the grocery shopping, but shakes his head at that huffing. Johnny, please. All of this is said matter-of-factly, avoiding an accusatory tone. ] No, but using a knife to fight is different from using a knife to cook.
I'm more worried about my knife, actually. You don't cut on metal because it dulls it. And a dull knife is more dangerous than a sharp knife. Leaves a worse wound, harder to heal. [ Or reattach, in the case of amputations. ] In this case, my knife would take all of the damage. Rather avoid that. [ Because who has time to go to Japan again? ]
[Dramatic eye-rolling aside, Johnny doesn’t want to fuck up Kai’s fancy knife. However, he feels a bit silly about having to undergo a tutorial about proper knife handling. After all, he’s Johnny Fucking Silverhand! He’s the moment, the most influential rocker to grace the stage of the Rainbow Cadenza, the poster boy of the anti-corpo movement. Johnny would be a laughing stock if people knew he couldn’t use a knife properly. It would ruin all of his street cred as a tough as nails rockstar with a penchant for danger.]
Okay so, we need somethin’ non-metal to cut the herbs on?
[He glances around the kitchen idly after yanking out a few fresh veggies from the bottom shelf in the fridge. That poor fridge is packed. It’s probably the first time that fridge is packed with something other than beer and condoms—yeah, sometimes Johnny would accidentally leave a pack of condoms in the fridge. Don’t even ask why. The man was probably drunk as fuck and thought the fridge would keep them fresh. No one really knows what the fuck goes through Johnny’s mind sometimes.]
Oh, what about this—[He says while yanking out a plastic cutting board out of the cabinets above. It would’ve almost looked brand new if it wasn’t for the deep cuts and scratches on it. It seems Johnny tried his hand at cooking before.]
Let’s give it a rinse—[He turns on the faucet to clean off the surface with water. What’s the point of eating healthy if you accidentally contaminate your food with dirty appliances?]
Okay so, we got a couple of spring onions, cloves of garlic, red onions, and like…I think that shit over there is parsley.
[Johnny mumbles while investigating what he pulled out the fridge.]
[ Hard not to let out a chuckle. To Kaidan's defense, he does try to stifle it so it comes out more like a giggle snort. He knows Johnny doesn't want to ruin his knife, that the frustration comes from there. So he doesn't hold the outburst against him. You get used to them with Johnny. ]
Yeah, but, what are we making? [ No point in chopping up a bunch of ingredients they won't use at all. Meal prep is one thing, but they have no plan here—hence no prep. ] Uh, we said steak, right? [ That was supposed to be a surprise, actually. Real beef, from actual cows, is stupidly expensive. Yet Kaidan managed it, hid a somewhat ice burnt tenderloin he got after calling in some favors. Hidden somewhere in the back of the fridge, where the condoms would've been.
But then again he doesn't want to discourage Johnny. So he watches as Johnny gets to work, the rarity of him being the one with a plan a novel experience. ] Could make garlic and onion butter for the steaks. Which was supposed to be a surprise, but what the hell, they need to be cooked.
[Johnny's eyes brighten in surprise. He did not expect steak for dinner, but he is glad they are eating it. A nice juicy steak is becoming increasingly rare in a world dominated by Biotechinca's GMO-laced lab meat. So imagine his surprise to learn that they are having a full-fledged steak dinner tonight. This explains why Johnny is cheering like he just won the fucking lotto.]
Meat is back on the menu, boys!
[He laughs as he chops the spring onions next, after dicing the garlic. Johnny is not a chef, but he does know how to dice things into bite-sized pieces.]
Fuck yes! I was thinking we were going to have ramen tonight, but this much better.
[Once done with the garlic, Johnny moseys his way back to the fridge to look for the good butter, not the cheap ass margarine he usually keeps.]
What’s the occasion, Kai? Or is the occasion just an afterthought?
Could make ramen with the steaks if you want. [ Steak ramen. Kaidan knows that's a thing...somewhere. But might be worth it to keep it traditionally western. Steak and mashed potatoes? Yeah, that'd be simple enough.
One more thing though. ] Just wanted to do something special, no real occasion. [ He reaches for the back of a kitchen drawer, taking out something wrapped in brown paper. ] They sold me this too. [ A brown glass bottle with an image of the historic state of Texas as its logo in gold. ] Since I'm not the one from there you'll have to tell me if this the real deal. [ It's steak sauce. Texas style steak sauce to be precise. ] "The perfect balance between boldness, smokiness, and depth of flavor." That's usually code for garlic, onion and vinegar, plus other stuff.
Ramen steaks? [Despite how odd that sounds, it's really easy to replace a protein with steak. All they have to do is fry up the steaks before putting it in the broth, and bam—ramen steaks.]
Shit, sign me up! That sounds damn good.
[Johnny is all for this zany concept, as evidenced by the eager sparkle in his eyes. As for Kaidan's following words, they catch the rockerboy off guard.]
You just wanted to do this for the hell of it? [To be honest, he's having trouble making sense of Kaidan. Typically, when someone wants something, they do something "nice" for him, such as a favor or whatever. No one in this city ever does anything just for shits and giggles. So, Johnny is a little astonished, especially when Kaidan brings out the fancy steak sauce.]
Holy--IS THAT REAL TEXAN STEAK SAUCE?!
[He virtually snatches the bottle from Kaidan's grasp, quickly unwrapping the plastic around it before removing the cap for a quick taste.]
Mhm! Yep, this is good. [He lets out a hum of approval.] It's probably not the real deal because it contains a little too much vinegar, but you can still taste the spiciness.
[This is love, isn't it? The terrible L-word. Johnny feels it with each kiss, which scares him a little. He feels a different kind of affection for V than he did for Alt. While a part of Johnny will always love Alt, the new emotion he is experiencing is borderline obsessive. He seems to have an insatiable desire for V. It's strange since Johnny spent the majority of his days wishing he could get away from this jerk while he was trapped within the Relic. Now Johnny is desperately kissing V, as if his life relies on it.]
Fuck, you taste good. [He whispers against V's lips before attempting to kiss him again. Johnny just can't get enough of him. He keeps kissing V over and over again before he notices something poking against his thigh.]
Someone's happy to see me. [Johnny jokes before inching his organic hand down from V's face, down his neck, and over his chest, heading lower and lower towards V's groin.] Very happy.
[He's got V by the balls now, literally. He purposely gropes at the family jewels first before sliding his hand back up towards the base of his cock.]
[ Vincent realizes he hated watching Alt and Johnny fuck that time because he was jealous. Rather amusing thinking back on it, how Johnny hadn't picked up on that undercurrent. Maybe the dissociative distaste from watching what he thought was heterosexual sex was strong enough to mask it.
(Yeah, about that. Ends up Johnny isn't straight. Surprising? Fuck no. Not just the rockerboy persona, the attention paid to aesthetics and washing his ass—that whole bit with Kerry. There's no heterosexual explanation for that.)
Kind of embarrassing how hard he is already. Leaking a bit too. He'd love for his mouth to be as honest as his dick, but Vincent knows better than to give Johnny that ammo. Not like he needs to say a damn thing, limbs starting to sag, resting his chin on Johnny's shoulder, breath ragged.
That tweak to his balls only heightens that need. ] Fuck. [ He rubs his forehead against that shoulder, needing all this pent up energy to go somewhere. Fuck no he's not thrusting into that hand. Wants to, of course, hips already twitching. But he can't let Johnny know how hopelessly devoted to him he is just yet. He chuckles, wheezy. ] S-should've gotten it pierced that one time. If I knew you were gonna play with it... [ Award for worst timed fantasy goes to this. Now he can't stop thinking about what it'd feel like for Johnny to play with a ring going through it, how much more intense than this it'd be. Insane shit. This already feels plenty intense. ]
[ Johnny doesn't even bother to respond. He understands what Vince needs and intends to meet them. That's why, rather than sending him a dick pic in the DMs, he opts to meet them at the bar instead. He strides into the bar as if he owns the place, drawing a few stares as he marches straight to the counter. Some blond twink gets in his way briefly, asking if he was "Johnny Silverhand," but the guy is quickly pushed aside.
His aim is the attractive half-Japanese, half-Mexican choom in black towards the back end of the bar. Most people probably don't even know Vinny is there since he's like a ninja most of the time. But Johnny sees him, and immediately wraps his arms around Vince's torso as he leans in. ]
Did you miss me? [ He whispers directly into Vince's ear before giving his earlobe a nibble.] Still wet down there, huh?
[ An exercise in asceticism not to dip his fingers below the lace panties he's wearing, like a fool. The cloth keeps rubbing against his clit with every slight movement, torturing him further. Only saving grace to this whole outfit is that he looks like a damn corpo — that's coming to a bar right after a gig for ya — so no one clocks him as Night City's most notorious cyberpsycho. ]Yeah.[ Voice labored, clit twitching at that damn nibble to his cartilage. ] Get me into a booth and outta these fuckin' clothes. [Before I fuck myself on your cock right here.]Please.
[ Oh, look at that. Is this nerd wearing glasses? Johnny lets out a scoff once he realizes it. Vinny really went with the corpo sumbag accountant look tonight, didn't he? He almost looks like a completely different person minus the hair. As much as Johnny despises this look, he's relieved no one recognized V here. However, he can feel his dick twitching at the prospect of fucking the pants off V while dressed like this. ]
Don't worry, baby. [ He kisses V's cheek before taking his hand. The seductive way he interlaces his fingers around V's is done on purpose to rile him up. Johnny understands exactly what he's doing. That's why he's grasping Vinny's hand with his organic one rather than with cold metal. ] I got you.
[ He yanks V away from the bar and towards the closest booths. The first booth had two bums sloppily making out, while the second had a man jerking off. However, the third one was completely empty except for a couple beer bottles. ]
Nova!
[ Without saying anything, he shoves Vince inside and quickly begins familiarizing himself with those kissable lips again. Yes, he enjoys kissing, due to V. It's his favorite thing to do besides fucking. ]
[ How else was Vincent supposed to steal company data right under their noses? Normally this is a solo job for netrunners, but unfortunately this involved a data fortress with an access point only accessible from within an Arasaka terminal. And since he's 2-0 getting into places Arasaka doesn't want people to get into and surviving...
Being (half) Japanese makes it even easier. Letting racial supremacy work for him, for once.
They're gonna think Johnny Silverhand came to a gay bar to rendezvous with a 'Saka corpo... Vincent thinks as Johnny drags them towards a booth, too caught up on the lingering heat from that peck to his cheek, their intertwined fingers, to process much else.
What comes next is molten lava in comparison, however. ] Mmm—! [ Vincent manages to mumble before Johnny shuts him up with a kiss. ] M—my g—glasses! [ Pressing painfully against the bridge of his nose as Johnny mashes his face against his, yet God forbid either of them break it off. Vincent's hands grasp both sides of Johnny's face, digging a bit into the underside of his jaw, spurring him on with ragged breaths, full-bodied writhing. ] C-come on... [ Raises his legs to be on top of the vinyl couch, spread apart, positional intent obvious. One hand leaves Johnny's furry jaw to undo the zipper on his corpo-styled dress pants. ] If ya ever fantasized about fuckin' a corpo, tonight's the night, princess.
[ Yep, the screamsheets will think Johnny Fucking Silverhand sold out to Arasaka somehow. Either that, or they'll presume someone at 'Saka has betrayed the company by meeting with this dangerous rockerboy turned terrorist. Anyway, that's something Johnny will have to worry about later. His only focus is jamming his tongue down Vinny's throat while fogging up those cute little glasses of his.
Johnny relents briefly once Vinny starts bitching about the glasses but only for a fraction of a second. He kisses V like a dying man gasping for air, all tongue and teeth. It's like he's desperate for V, desperate to taste every corner of his alcohol-laden tongue while trying to slip his hands down the man's smooth trousers. This little corpo-suit is kind of nice. It feels good against his fingers, but what feels even better are the lacy panties underneath. ]
Motherfucker. [ He breathes against Vince's lips. ] You're walking around a gay bar, in a corpo-fit, with a pussy in lace panties? [ His dick is at full mast now. There's no containing this raging hard-on, especially not in these tight-ass leather pants. His cock is kissing the cool midnight air within seconds after he unzips his fly. Even in this low light, it's all flushed red and rearing to go. ]
You're fuckin' crazy, V. [ Johnny says with a hint of sheer disbelief in his tone. ] Maldito loco!
[ Oh yeah, being called his favorite pet name makes his dick harder. Only V can get away with calling him 'princess,' him and maybe Kerry. To be honest, Johnny has been letting Ker get away with a lot more shit than usual lately. ]
[ This corpo get-up sends V into a funny headspace where Johnny could ask anything of him and his answer would be yes, sir. Submissiveness doesn't come easily to a man comfortable in his role as the People's Hammer — but Vincent knows that, unlike others, Johnny wouldn't fuck him over if he chose to cede all that power.
Well, not like that, at least.
The other kind of fucking? Absolutely.]
Yeah. [ Now done unzipping his pants, cool air rushing past his hard clit sending it into a twitch, Vincent's fingers firmly grasp the head of Johnny's cock. ]Yeah.[ Swipes at the slit with his thumb pad, scooping some of that pre-cum then popping it into his mouth, sucking on its slight saltiness. The decadent flavor wrings a groan out of him, spurs him into action. ] Come on! [ Pushes off Johnny for a moment, shaking off his pants as he stands, impatiently sliding off the panties and tossing them over Johnny's face. They're soaked. Wasn't just the texting that got him riled up — strutting around an Arasaka office while wearing this too, for nothing is more erotic than powerful corps getting subverted yet not even knowing it. ]
Come on... [ Arcs his back like a cheap joytoy against the couch, muscular legs spread as far as they'll go, dripping cunt glossy despite the low neon lighting. ] Fuck me already.
[ Johnny is not the type of man who needs to be told what to do, yet he can't help but smile when he hears the desperation in V's voice. There's nothing he wouldn't do for V, especially these days. But Vince doesn't need to tell him to "fuck him," not while he's already thrusting forward. ]
Don't worry, I'm already fuckin' ya! [ He chuckles while desperately seeking that warm wetness. It's been a while since he last fucked a pussy, hasn't it? Yeah, Johnny went strictly dickly for a long time. That's how much V honestly influenced him. Instead of shunning his gay little thoughts, he decided to bust out of the closet himself. Of course, V is the one who helped him along. But that doesn't mean Johnny doesn't know how to fuck a naughty wet pussy like this.
He nearly rams himself inside of V, his balls brushing against the moist lips of V's brand new vagina. For Johnny, it's like diving into paradise, especially because his dick feels burning hot. The sensation is almost enough to cause Johnny's eyes to flicker slightly. He feels fantastic; he feels incredibly good inside of V. The moist wetness fluttering around him is a little different than before. Not by much, of course. ]
Fuck, V. [ He lays himself against V, slipping his arms around him to hold him steady. Even Johnny realizes this is going to be a wild ride. ] How hard do you want it, babe? [ This bastard asks while purposely rolling his hips slowly against his sexy little corpo. ]
[ It's not enough. How can Vincent explain to Johnny it's not enough? Yearns to twist in his fibers, claw at his bones, course through his marrow and fire his neurons once more, the way they used to be — one body, two souls. Deeper than love, more dangerous than addiction.
But this? A close second.
It'll have to do. ]
FUCK![ Bites his lower lip until his mouth tastes coppery. Should've waited, comes through Vik's voice with that premonition now taking its pound of flesh, but Vincent knows — no, feels — that it wouldn't have changed a damn thing.
Always so intense with Johnny. At the dregs of his self-control — so much so Vincent can't help but pull away slowly from that roll to increase the distance and drag, tightening his walls around Johnny's cock as a promise and dare. ] D-don't hold back. [ Answers like the masochistic, greedy gonk he is, resting his chin on Johnny's shoulder to brace himself, locking his legs in place to anchor them both. Wants to feel this one in the morning. Wants Johnny to breed him, fill him with his cock, drench him with his cum, sweat, spit, whatever else the rockerboy's willing to give him.
Could pour all his humors back into V and it wouldn't be enough. It'll never be enough. But it's a start. ] C-come on! Shut me up with that impressive cock of yours, Johnny.
[ Lock the fuck in, Silverhand. This is going to be a long night.
Johnny gives an unsteady chuckle as he nips Vince's earlobe, the ecstasy washing over him. He needs to ground himself before ends up fucking poor Vinny into the sofa. The last thing he wants is to fuck up Vik's good work. That guy would tear him a new one for ruining this prized pussy. Oh well. Johnny can take a punch or two.
He growls as he tugs roughly on V's ear, snapping his hips forward again to elicit a squeal. If Vinny wants it rough, he'd best be prepared. Instead of responding to his prospective husband with words, Johnny pulls free from Vince's grasp and begins hammering that pussy with the speed of a stallion. He's setting the pace here, a hard tempo that will undoubtedly result in tender thighs and bruises. ]
Don't fuckin' get mad at me if you can't walk later!
[ Can't think about their unintended audience right outside their private booth, taking pictures (and failing due to Vincent's identity scrambler), screaming encouragements such as wooo, go Silverhand! and me next! Thank God for the waist high window panes beginning to fog up the view from their hot and steamy sex.
Will deal with that later. Right now? His new cunt's going through its debut with impressive fortitude and that nip to his lobe wrings a howl out of him, tears him away from pointless thoughts. ]
Oh God... [ Feels manic. Like someone poured a gallon of synthcoke into his veins, bursting out of his own skin. If this is what Alt and Rogue went through, yeah, Vincent understands why they put up with Johnny's shitacular attitude back in '23.
The rockerboy fucks like a machine. ] M-mama didn't raise a q-quitter. [ No, she apparently raised a whore. Because whenever Johnny's hips slam against his, Vincent times it so Johnny not only thrusts as deep as possible but also grinds against his clit with each hit.
And Vincent didn't get rid of his prostate with the new downstairs. All that seismic activity up front wends its way backdoor too. His whole body thrums in pleasure, a string plucked over and over to play a song as ancient as humanity itself (ain't nothing but mammals), an unmistakable crescendo building up to an obvious conclusion. ] J-Johnny, I'm not... ! [ Already worked up from the gig, shutting his eyes tightly in hopes the lack of visual stimulus — or at least the lack of stupid, sexy Johnny — delays the inevitable.
But that makes the sensation of Johnny's cock fucking in and out of his neophyte pussy, hitting that new bundle of nerves inside him, all the more intense.
[ This is why bitches love Johnny Silverhand. Not only ladies, but also the few fortunate guys who had their asses hammered back in the day.
While Johnny constantly brags about his heyday as a sexual deviant, he feels more alive now with V than he ever did before. Yeah, sure, the sex was good back in the day, but it wasn't that good for him. Something about fucking Vince makes it feel much more intimate, despite the fact that his adoring fans are watching. To be honest, Johnny would shoot up this entire shithole bar if he could.
He just wants to be with V, okay? Johnny is tired of the spotlight; he has always despised his fans because they are brain-dead gonks who don't understand the significance of his music. They see him only as a rebel without a cause or, at most, a sex god. None of the people who like his music see Johnny for who he is other than a sexy rocker boy. It kind of pisses him off, enough to make those rapid strokes even more punishing.
The only good thing he has in his life is V.
Only V knows the man behind the infamy and fame. That's why Johnny is enjoying this more than he should. His guard is lowered for once as he pounds away into this delicious little pussy. However, he's not going to let his dick do all the work here. That's why when Vinny feels something cold gently nudging against his clit, that would be Johnny's chromed-out hand. Despite whatever misgivings he might have about his prosthetic arm, Johnny doesn't seem the least bit bothered by it now. He gently squeezes Vinny's clit with utmost care.
It's almost amazing how this destructive piece of chrome can be so gentle whenever Johnny wills it. ]
Heh. [ He lets out a chuckle as he feels Vinny tighten around him. ] Don't tell me you're about to cum already, babe?
Because it isn't just any fingers pressing on his clit with such finesse. It's Johnny's eponymous silverhand, the one he's so afraid of, the Arasaka made piece of chrome that sent him down that dark, nuclear path back in 2023.
Strumming his clit like it is the world's most delicate guitar, one wrong move and...
That really does it for Vincent — the knowledge that this weapon, an extension of Johnny's pain, can also be for pleasure. Pleasure for his pleasure, its cold, hard surface a soothing kiss of silk atop a fevered frenzy. ] OH GOD, I'M C—
[ Full-bodied bowing, pussy tightening and pulsing around Johnny's hard cock through each wave. Gushing, way too wet for it to be just the natural lubrication that comes (heh) standard with cunts, but unsure of what's happening as someone having his first clitoral and vaginal orgasm, ever.
(The wet spot — well, more a spray — ends up some feet ahead of them.) ] J-Johnny, d-did I... ? [Can women do that too?! What the FUCK?! Multiple orgasms AND this?!
Hurts to talk. Hurts to think. Still coming down from the high, panting as if he's ran a marathon from Rancho Coronado to Watson. ]
[ Yeah, yeah. Apologies are meaningless. They are more in favor of the gonk apologizing than for the loser they hurt. That's why instead of apologizing like the gonk he is, Johnny decides to smooth things over with his ass—literally.
He gives in to Kerry's insistence, letting his old friend shove his tongue down his throat for old times' sake. Kerry was always a good kisser. That's one thing Johnny honestly took advantage of during their time together in Samurai. While he was still fucking around with the ladies, Johnny always enjoyed kissing this little bastard. Nothing about their kisses was ever sweet or delicate. No, they've always been all teeth, venom, and passion.
It's no different now as Johnny wraps his 'ganic hand around Kerry's throat. Even if Mr. Eurodyne is running the show here, Johnny still gets the last say in everything he does tonight. ]
What the fuck do you think you're doin', huh? [ He whispers against Kerry's lips as the delicious burn of Kerry's nails rakes down his back. Johnny can't help but arch with pleasure right now. After all, this bastard is a masochist. ]
Nah. [ Kerry tilts his head back as Johnny wraps his hand round his throat. Voice raspy when he says: ] Not mine. Never mine.
[ Would’ve been a disaster, in truth: both then and now. Kerry never thought he could wrangle Johnny. He just wished he were the sort of man who could; was in love with a future that painfully, agonizingly, did not exist.
As Johnny so thoughtfully proved to him by leaving that night. By dying. By haunting him for half a century before coming back and, despite him being on top of Kerry right now, the damn guy feels as emotionally distant as ever. Just as unreachable. Like sand slipping through his fingers. ]
Not that stupid, Johnny.
[ Snapping his name through clenched teeth. Raking his nails harder against Johnny, hoping whoever he fucks next will see. Maybe they won’t care. Maybe Johnny won’t even remember.
But Kerry will. Because he’s always the one who gets left behind. ]
But I’ll mark ya, sure. Make you think of me after.
[ Despite Johnny’s grip on his neck, Kerry tries to kiss him again: even just a brushing of lips. Desperate for that mouth.
[ Johnny couldn't help but scoff. While he makes an effort to maintain some distance between them, Johnny almost feels compelled to remind Kerry who he is speaking to. Regardless of what happened between them, Johnny is back in the flesh. He's sitting on this poor old man's lap, like an overgrown brat.
While he was too far gone in the past for romance, he is more than willing to pursue Kerry now. Maybe finally grew up? Maybe. Who the fuck knows besides V? Only V seems to understand what's going on in Johnny's crazy-ass mind.
On that note, Johnny tightens his hand around Kerry's neck as he goes in for a kiss, purposefully choking him for fun. Maybe he's feeling a little vindictive right now, since Johnny doesn't stop until Kerry is practically out of breath. However, when he finally lets go, Kerry is met with the most passionate kiss he has ever experienced. More than just teeth and tongue, there's a hint of softness.
Kerry had never felt this level of softness before from this rude-ass rockerboy. Johnny even holds Kerry's face in his hands as he kisses him. This is significantly more delicate than anything they've done previously. ]
[ There’s a finesse to the sort of choking Kerry likes: not too little, not too much. He prefers something closer to the latter, depending on his mood — and right now, with Johnny, he’s craving that pain. Wants to vent a half-century’s worth of frustration via sex. Biting and scratching and fucking and no, Johnny. Never-fuckin’-ever mine.
So as his throat gets squeezed real tight, Kerry can’t help but think: Finally. Eyes closed; hands doing one last drag across Johnny’s back till his arms fall to the bed. Just letting Johnny give him that finally — letting his mind blank, feeling almost weightless beneath that hand.
It’s the kiss that snaps Kerry out of it; maybe even more-so the hands on his face. Johnny could just fuck himself on his dick and be done with it, but he’s not. Why? Kerry can’t wrap himself around the why.
He falls under that spell, though. Tilting his head to meet Johnny’s lips every which way; desperate, really. Always been desperate to be wanted by Johnny. Kerry could kiss him for hours: facial hair scraping his skin. Lips and soft tongues and a hint of something human.
Once he can finally manage to slightly pull back, Kerry asks under his breath: ]
What’re you doin’, Johnny? The hell are you doing?
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Date: 2025-04-10 04:20 am (UTC)[That’s a rhetorical question at best, especially since Johnny doesn’t want to get into the murky history of America itself.]
Hokey but genuine. She sounds like a keeper despite the weird chakra stuff.
[While Johnny doesn’t quite believe in that esoterica mumbo jumbo, he is oddly fascinated with those who do. It’s like watching animals at the zoo for him. Amusing.]
Hmm, okay. [He lets out a quiet little hum as Kai keeps stroking his palm like that. Yeah, he likes it judging from how he gives Kaidan another gentle squeeze. However, he starts pulling Kai towards the kitchen once he mentions food.]
As if I would ever decline good food but I wanna help.
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Date: 2025-04-10 04:50 am (UTC)Sweetheart, it's not midnight yet, you can't rant about capitalism.]Yeah. I hope she finds someone good. I'll ca—have stern words with anyone who tries to hurt her.
[ No easy feat when Kaidan's a solid wall of muscle, but he goes against his own inertia to be pulled into the kitchen. ] Alright so, against my better judgment, I'll grant you the greatest honor there is in my kitchen—holding my chef's knife. [ Fancy steel number bought on a trip to Japan. Artisanal-folded metal with beautiful hamon inlaid into a polished wood handle. The blade sings when it's removed from its sheath. ] Think you can chop up herbs for me? For the salad dressing.
Nova!
Date: 2025-04-11 01:18 pm (UTC)[Johnny says in an attempt to save face here. It’s a failed attempt because he appears embarrassed, but it is a valiant effort. Anyway, his little rant against capitalism can wait until after dinner. He’s hungry and is currently on kitchen duty.]
Stern words or do you mean you would “beat up” anyone who hurts little miss fairy dust and tarot cards?
[He teases before looking around the kitchen for the cutting board. Yeah, Johnny went to town cleaning this place up. The kitchen is virtually spotless minus a few pots and pans in the sink. The amount of effort he put into cleaning is apartment is astonishing, really. It’s all thanks to his sudden sobriety as of late and his whole need to make the place where he lays his head into his personal little haven from the rest of the world.
Of course, Kaidan also has a very positive influence on him too. While Johnny is bound to drink a can of beer eventually, at least he can do so someplace clean and green. Yes, he placed those miniature cacti near the sink cause he thought they look pretty there.]
Hell yeah! [He says before reaching to the handle of that fancy Japanese knife. Truth be told, Johnny been itching for Kai to let him use it. It looks so cool.]
This will be a piece of cake with this baby.
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Date: 2025-04-12 12:53 am (UTC)Luckily, nothing comes of it. Johnny's probably too hungry to argue. Kaidan knows he is. ]
Is it police brutality and if me and my buddies 'drop in' with some much needed advice? [ It's practically benevolent in comparison to what MaxTac usually gets up to. Both could be seen as charity work, from a certain point of view, but Kaidan is all too aware of the organization's public persona.
No one wants MaxTac to drop on them.
But that's work Kaidan does because no one else can, soul-sucking as it is. Johnny, if he can be called 'work', is work he enjoys—it feels good to stand in a clean apartment, to know not only that it represents the mental and physical improvement of the person who stands in front of him, but it's also balm to the soul.
Love. Rare as it is in Night City, and all the more precious for it. ] Know proper knife technique? Won't make fun of you if you don't. Most people in Night City don't cook. For obvious reasons.
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Date: 2025-04-12 02:54 am (UTC)[Johnny jokes as he takes the herbs and vegetables out of the fridge. Yes, there are real groceries in there. It’s most likely stuff that Kai picked out for them before. Johnny has a pretty good memory, so he probably just memorized what Kaidan picked out before and brought it. Be damned if Johnny knows how to cook all this stuff. He’s been a little too busy to learn.]
Proper knife technique? The hell? You think I can’t use a knife?
[He asks with a slight huff. Honestly, he’s better with guns more so than knives. However, Johnny knows a thing or two about slicing people up. But trying to gouge out some poor fuck’s eyes is vastly different than cutting veggies.]
It’s not like I’m gonna cut my fingers off, ya know.
[He raises his chrome hand and wiggles his fingers with a smirk.]
Japanese steel is sharp and all, but it ain’t that sharp!
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Date: 2025-04-12 03:55 am (UTC)[ Impressed at the grocery shopping, but shakes his head at that huffing. Johnny, please. All of this is said matter-of-factly, avoiding an accusatory tone. ] No, but using a knife to fight is different from using a knife to cook.
I'm more worried about my knife, actually. You don't cut on metal because it dulls it. And a dull knife is more dangerous than a sharp knife. Leaves a worse wound, harder to heal. [ Or reattach, in the case of amputations. ] In this case, my knife would take all of the damage. Rather avoid that. [ Because who has time to go to Japan again? ]
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Date: 2025-04-12 04:20 am (UTC)[Dramatic eye-rolling aside, Johnny doesn’t want to fuck up Kai’s fancy knife. However, he feels a bit silly about having to undergo a tutorial about proper knife handling. After all, he’s Johnny Fucking Silverhand! He’s the moment, the most influential rocker to grace the stage of the Rainbow Cadenza, the poster boy of the anti-corpo movement. Johnny would be a laughing stock if people knew he couldn’t use a knife properly. It would ruin all of his street cred as a tough as nails rockstar with a penchant for danger.]
Okay so, we need somethin’ non-metal to cut the herbs on?
[He glances around the kitchen idly after yanking out a few fresh veggies from the bottom shelf in the fridge. That poor fridge is packed. It’s probably the first time that fridge is packed with something other than beer and condoms—yeah, sometimes Johnny would accidentally leave a pack of condoms in the fridge. Don’t even ask why. The man was probably drunk as fuck and thought the fridge would keep them fresh. No one really knows what the fuck goes through Johnny’s mind sometimes.]
Oh, what about this—[He says while yanking out a plastic cutting board out of the cabinets above. It would’ve almost looked brand new if it wasn’t for the deep cuts and scratches on it. It seems Johnny tried his hand at cooking before.]
Let’s give it a rinse—[He turns on the faucet to clean off the surface with water. What’s the point of eating healthy if you accidentally contaminate your food with dirty appliances?]
Okay so, we got a couple of spring onions, cloves of garlic, red onions, and like…I think that shit over there is parsley.
[Johnny mumbles while investigating what he pulled out the fridge.]
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Date: 2025-04-12 03:19 pm (UTC)Yeah, but, what are we making? [ No point in chopping up a bunch of ingredients they won't use at all. Meal prep is one thing, but they have no plan here—hence no prep. ] Uh, we said steak, right? [ That was supposed to be a surprise, actually. Real beef, from actual cows, is stupidly expensive. Yet Kaidan managed it, hid a somewhat ice burnt tenderloin he got after calling in some favors. Hidden somewhere in the back of the fridge, where the condoms would've been.
But then again he doesn't want to discourage Johnny. So he watches as Johnny gets to work, the rarity of him being the one with a plan a novel experience. ] Could make garlic and onion butter for the steaks. Which was supposed to be a surprise, but what the hell, they need to be cooked.
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Date: 2025-04-13 01:44 am (UTC)[Johnny's eyes brighten in surprise. He did not expect steak for dinner, but he is glad they are eating it. A nice juicy steak is becoming increasingly rare in a world dominated by Biotechinca's GMO-laced lab meat. So imagine his surprise to learn that they are having a full-fledged steak dinner tonight. This explains why Johnny is cheering like he just won the fucking lotto.]
Meat is back on the menu, boys!
[He laughs as he chops the spring onions next, after dicing the garlic. Johnny is not a chef, but he does know how to dice things into bite-sized pieces.]
Fuck yes! I was thinking we were going to have ramen tonight, but this much better.
[Once done with the garlic, Johnny moseys his way back to the fridge to look for the good butter, not the cheap ass margarine he usually keeps.]
What’s the occasion, Kai? Or is the occasion just an afterthought?
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Date: 2025-04-24 02:42 am (UTC)One more thing though. ] Just wanted to do something special, no real occasion. [ He reaches for the back of a kitchen drawer, taking out something wrapped in brown paper. ] They sold me this too. [ A brown glass bottle with an image of the historic state of Texas as its logo in gold. ] Since I'm not the one from there you'll have to tell me if this the real deal. [ It's steak sauce. Texas style steak sauce to be precise. ] "The perfect balance between boldness, smokiness, and depth of flavor." That's usually code for garlic, onion and vinegar, plus other stuff.
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Date: 2025-04-27 12:07 am (UTC)Shit, sign me up! That sounds damn good.
[Johnny is all for this zany concept, as evidenced by the eager sparkle in his eyes. As for Kaidan's following words, they catch the rockerboy off guard.]
You just wanted to do this for the hell of it? [To be honest, he's having trouble making sense of Kaidan. Typically, when someone wants something, they do something "nice" for him, such as a favor or whatever. No one in this city ever does anything just for shits and giggles. So, Johnny is a little astonished, especially when Kaidan brings out the fancy steak sauce.]
Holy--IS THAT REAL TEXAN STEAK SAUCE?!
[He virtually snatches the bottle from Kaidan's grasp, quickly unwrapping the plastic around it before removing the cap for a quick taste.]
Mhm! Yep, this is good. [He lets out a hum of approval.] It's probably not the real deal because it contains a little too much vinegar, but you can still taste the spiciness.
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Date: 2025-06-06 04:23 pm (UTC)[This is love, isn't it? The terrible L-word. Johnny feels it with each kiss, which scares him a little. He feels a different kind of affection for V than he did for Alt. While a part of Johnny will always love Alt, the new emotion he is experiencing is borderline obsessive. He seems to have an insatiable desire for V. It's strange since Johnny spent the majority of his days wishing he could get away from this jerk while he was trapped within the Relic. Now Johnny is desperately kissing V, as if his life relies on it.]
Fuck, you taste good. [He whispers against V's lips before attempting to kiss him again. Johnny just can't get enough of him. He keeps kissing V over and over again before he notices something poking against his thigh.]
Someone's happy to see me. [Johnny jokes before inching his organic hand down from V's face, down his neck, and over his chest, heading lower and lower towards V's groin.] Very happy.
[He's got V by the balls now, literally. He purposely gropes at the family jewels first before sliding his hand back up towards the base of his cock.]
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Date: 2025-06-06 05:46 pm (UTC)(Yeah, about that. Ends up Johnny isn't straight. Surprising? Fuck no. Not just the rockerboy persona, the attention paid to aesthetics and washing his ass—that whole bit with Kerry. There's no heterosexual explanation for that.)
Kind of embarrassing how hard he is already. Leaking a bit too. He'd love for his mouth to be as honest as his dick, but Vincent knows better than to give Johnny that ammo. Not like he needs to say a damn thing, limbs starting to sag, resting his chin on Johnny's shoulder, breath ragged.
That tweak to his balls only heightens that need. ] Fuck. [ He rubs his forehead against that shoulder, needing all this pent up energy to go somewhere. Fuck no he's not thrusting into that hand. Wants to, of course, hips already twitching. But he can't let Johnny know how hopelessly devoted to him he is just yet. He chuckles, wheezy. ] S-should've gotten it pierced that one time. If I knew you were gonna play with it... [ Award for worst timed fantasy goes to this. Now he can't stop thinking about what it'd feel like for Johnny to play with a ring going through it, how much more intense than this it'd be. Insane shit. This already feels plenty intense. ]
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Date: 2026-01-24 02:10 am (UTC)[ Johnny doesn't even bother to respond. He understands what Vince needs and intends to meet them. That's why, rather than sending him a dick pic in the DMs, he opts to meet them at the bar instead. He strides into the bar as if he owns the place, drawing a few stares as he marches straight to the counter. Some blond twink gets in his way briefly, asking if he was "Johnny Silverhand," but the guy is quickly pushed aside.
His aim is the attractive half-Japanese, half-Mexican choom in black towards the back end of the bar. Most people probably don't even know Vinny is there since he's like a ninja most of the time. But Johnny sees him, and immediately wraps his arms around Vince's torso as he leans in. ]
Did you miss me? [ He whispers directly into Vince's ear before giving his earlobe a nibble.] Still wet down there, huh?
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Date: 2026-01-24 02:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2026-01-24 03:57 am (UTC)Don't worry, baby. [ He kisses V's cheek before taking his hand. The seductive way he interlaces his fingers around V's is done on purpose to rile him up. Johnny understands exactly what he's doing. That's why he's grasping Vinny's hand with his organic one rather than with cold metal. ] I got you.
[ He yanks V away from the bar and towards the closest booths. The first booth had two bums sloppily making out, while the second had a man jerking off. However, the third one was completely empty except for a couple beer bottles. ]
Nova!
[ Without saying anything, he shoves Vince inside and quickly begins familiarizing himself with those kissable lips again. Yes, he enjoys kissing, due to V. It's his favorite thing to do besides fucking. ]
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Date: 2026-01-24 04:27 am (UTC)Being (half) Japanese makes it even easier. Letting racial supremacy work for him, for once.
They're gonna think Johnny Silverhand came to a gay bar to rendezvous with a 'Saka corpo... Vincent thinks as Johnny drags them towards a booth, too caught up on the lingering heat from that peck to his cheek, their intertwined fingers, to process much else.
What comes next is molten lava in comparison, however. ] Mmm—! [ Vincent manages to mumble before Johnny shuts him up with a kiss. ] M—my g—glasses! [ Pressing painfully against the bridge of his nose as Johnny mashes his face against his, yet God forbid either of them break it off. Vincent's hands grasp both sides of Johnny's face, digging a bit into the underside of his jaw, spurring him on with ragged breaths, full-bodied writhing. ] C-come on... [ Raises his legs to be on top of the vinyl couch, spread apart, positional intent obvious. One hand leaves Johnny's furry jaw to undo the zipper on his corpo-styled dress pants. ] If ya ever fantasized about fuckin' a corpo, tonight's the night, princess.
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Date: 2026-01-24 10:31 am (UTC)Johnny relents briefly once Vinny starts bitching about the glasses but only for a fraction of a second. He kisses V like a dying man gasping for air, all tongue and teeth. It's like he's desperate for V, desperate to taste every corner of his alcohol-laden tongue while trying to slip his hands down the man's smooth trousers. This little corpo-suit is kind of nice. It feels good against his fingers, but what feels even better are the lacy panties underneath. ]
Motherfucker. [ He breathes against Vince's lips. ] You're walking around a gay bar, in a corpo-fit, with a pussy in lace panties? [ His dick is at full mast now. There's no containing this raging hard-on, especially not in these tight-ass leather pants. His cock is kissing the cool midnight air within seconds after he unzips his fly. Even in this low light, it's all flushed red and rearing to go. ]
You're fuckin' crazy, V. [ Johnny says with a hint of sheer disbelief in his tone. ] Maldito loco!
[ Oh yeah, being called his favorite pet name makes his dick harder. Only V can get away with calling him 'princess,' him and maybe Kerry. To be honest, Johnny has been letting Ker get away with a lot more shit than usual lately. ]
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Date: 2026-01-24 07:40 pm (UTC)Well, not like that, at least.
The other kind of fucking? Absolutely.]
Yeah. [ Now done unzipping his pants, cool air rushing past his hard clit sending it into a twitch, Vincent's fingers firmly grasp the head of Johnny's cock. ] Yeah. [ Swipes at the slit with his thumb pad, scooping some of that pre-cum then popping it into his mouth, sucking on its slight saltiness. The decadent flavor wrings a groan out of him, spurs him into action. ] Come on! [ Pushes off Johnny for a moment, shaking off his pants as he stands, impatiently sliding off the panties and tossing them over Johnny's face. They're soaked. Wasn't just the texting that got him riled up — strutting around an Arasaka office while wearing this too, for nothing is more erotic than powerful corps getting subverted yet not even knowing it. ]
Come on... [ Arcs his back like a cheap joytoy against the couch, muscular legs spread as far as they'll go, dripping cunt glossy despite the low neon lighting. ] Fuck me already.
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Date: 2026-01-26 03:00 am (UTC)Don't worry, I'm already fuckin' ya! [ He chuckles while desperately seeking that warm wetness. It's been a while since he last fucked a pussy, hasn't it? Yeah, Johnny went strictly dickly for a long time. That's how much V honestly influenced him. Instead of shunning his gay little thoughts, he decided to bust out of the closet himself. Of course, V is the one who helped him along. But that doesn't mean Johnny doesn't know how to fuck a naughty wet pussy like this.
He nearly rams himself inside of V, his balls brushing against the moist lips of V's brand new vagina. For Johnny, it's like diving into paradise, especially because his dick feels burning hot. The sensation is almost enough to cause Johnny's eyes to flicker slightly. He feels fantastic; he feels incredibly good inside of V. The moist wetness fluttering around him is a little different than before. Not by much, of course. ]
Fuck, V. [ He lays himself against V, slipping his arms around him to hold him steady. Even Johnny realizes this is going to be a wild ride. ] How hard do you want it, babe? [ This bastard asks while purposely rolling his hips slowly against his sexy little corpo. ]
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Date: 2026-01-26 10:21 pm (UTC)But this? A close second.
It'll have to do. ]
FUCK! [ Bites his lower lip until his mouth tastes coppery. Should've waited, comes through Vik's voice with that premonition now taking its pound of flesh, but Vincent knows — no, feels — that it wouldn't have changed a damn thing.
Always so intense with Johnny. At the dregs of his self-control — so much so Vincent can't help but pull away slowly from that roll to increase the distance and drag, tightening his walls around Johnny's cock as a promise and dare. ] D-don't hold back. [ Answers like the masochistic, greedy gonk he is, resting his chin on Johnny's shoulder to brace himself, locking his legs in place to anchor them both. Wants to feel this one in the morning. Wants Johnny to breed him, fill him with his cock, drench him with his cum, sweat, spit, whatever else the rockerboy's willing to give him.
Could pour all his humors back into V and it wouldn't be enough. It'll never be enough. But it's a start. ] C-come on! Shut me up with that impressive cock of yours, Johnny.
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Date: 2026-01-27 12:35 am (UTC)Johnny gives an unsteady chuckle as he nips Vince's earlobe, the ecstasy washing over him. He needs to ground himself before ends up fucking poor Vinny into the sofa. The last thing he wants is to fuck up Vik's good work. That guy would tear him a new one for ruining this prized pussy. Oh well. Johnny can take a punch or two.
He growls as he tugs roughly on V's ear, snapping his hips forward again to elicit a squeal. If Vinny wants it rough, he'd best be prepared. Instead of responding to his prospective husband with words, Johnny pulls free from Vince's grasp and begins hammering that pussy with the speed of a stallion. He's setting the pace here, a hard tempo that will undoubtedly result in tender thighs and bruises. ]
Don't fuckin' get mad at me if you can't walk later!
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Date: 2026-01-27 01:31 am (UTC)Will deal with that later. Right now? His new cunt's going through its debut with impressive fortitude and that nip to his lobe wrings a howl out of him, tears him away from pointless thoughts. ]
Oh God... [ Feels manic. Like someone poured a gallon of synthcoke into his veins, bursting out of his own skin. If this is what Alt and Rogue went through, yeah, Vincent understands why they put up with Johnny's shitacular attitude back in '23.
The rockerboy fucks like a machine. ] M-mama didn't raise a q-quitter. [ No, she apparently raised a whore. Because whenever Johnny's hips slam against his, Vincent times it so Johnny not only thrusts as deep as possible but also grinds against his clit with each hit.
And Vincent didn't get rid of his prostate with the new downstairs. All that seismic activity up front wends its way backdoor too. His whole body thrums in pleasure, a string plucked over and over to play a song as ancient as humanity itself (ain't nothing but mammals), an unmistakable crescendo building up to an obvious conclusion. ] J-Johnny, I'm not... ! [ Already worked up from the gig, shutting his eyes tightly in hopes the lack of visual stimulus — or at least the lack of stupid, sexy Johnny — delays the inevitable.
But that makes the sensation of Johnny's cock fucking in and out of his neophyte pussy, hitting that new bundle of nerves inside him, all the more intense.
Gonk. ]
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Date: 2026-01-27 04:20 pm (UTC)While Johnny constantly brags about his heyday as a sexual deviant, he feels more alive now with V than he ever did before. Yeah, sure, the sex was good back in the day, but it wasn't that good for him. Something about fucking Vince makes it feel much more intimate, despite the fact that his adoring fans are watching. To be honest, Johnny would shoot up this entire shithole bar if he could.
He just wants to be with V, okay? Johnny is tired of the spotlight; he has always despised his fans because they are brain-dead gonks who don't understand the significance of his music. They see him only as a rebel without a cause or, at most, a sex god. None of the people who like his music see Johnny for who he is other than a sexy rocker boy. It kind of pisses him off, enough to make those rapid strokes even more punishing.
The only good thing he has in his life is V.
Only V knows the man behind the infamy and fame. That's why Johnny is enjoying this more than he should. His guard is lowered for once as he pounds away into this delicious little pussy. However, he's not going to let his dick do all the work here. That's why when Vinny feels something cold gently nudging against his clit, that would be Johnny's chromed-out hand. Despite whatever misgivings he might have about his prosthetic arm, Johnny doesn't seem the least bit bothered by it now. He gently squeezes Vinny's clit with utmost care.
It's almost amazing how this destructive piece of chrome can be so gentle whenever Johnny wills it. ]
Heh. [ He lets out a chuckle as he feels Vinny tighten around him. ] Don't tell me you're about to cum already, babe?
[ Teasing, of course. ]
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Date: 2026-01-28 02:28 am (UTC)Because it isn't just any fingers pressing on his clit with such finesse. It's Johnny's eponymous silverhand, the one he's so afraid of, the Arasaka made piece of chrome that sent him down that dark, nuclear path back in 2023.
Strumming his clit like it is the world's most delicate guitar, one wrong move and...
That really does it for Vincent — the knowledge that this weapon, an extension of Johnny's pain, can also be for pleasure. Pleasure for his pleasure, its cold, hard surface a soothing kiss of silk atop a fevered frenzy. ] OH GOD, I'M C—
[ Full-bodied bowing, pussy tightening and pulsing around Johnny's hard cock through each wave. Gushing, way too wet for it to be just the natural lubrication that comes (heh) standard with cunts, but unsure of what's happening as someone having his first clitoral and vaginal orgasm, ever.
(The wet spot — well, more a spray — ends up some feet ahead of them.) ] J-Johnny, d-did I... ? [ Can women do that too?! What the FUCK?! Multiple orgasms AND this?!
Hurts to talk. Hurts to think. Still coming down from the high, panting as if he's ran a marathon from Rancho Coronado to Watson. ]
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Date: 2026-01-27 12:04 am (UTC)[ Yeah, yeah. Apologies are meaningless. They are more in favor of the gonk apologizing than for the loser they hurt. That's why instead of apologizing like the gonk he is, Johnny decides to smooth things over with his ass—literally.
He gives in to Kerry's insistence, letting his old friend shove his tongue down his throat for old times' sake. Kerry was always a good kisser. That's one thing Johnny honestly took advantage of during their time together in Samurai. While he was still fucking around with the ladies, Johnny always enjoyed kissing this little bastard. Nothing about their kisses was ever sweet or delicate. No, they've always been all teeth, venom, and passion.
It's no different now as Johnny wraps his 'ganic hand around Kerry's throat. Even if Mr. Eurodyne is running the show here, Johnny still gets the last say in everything he does tonight. ]
What the fuck do you think you're doin', huh? [ He whispers against Kerry's lips as the delicious burn of Kerry's nails rakes down his back. Johnny can't help but arch with pleasure right now. After all, this bastard is a masochist. ]
You wanna mark me? Make me yours?
[ Pathetic. ]
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Date: 2026-01-27 02:58 am (UTC)Nah. [ Kerry tilts his head back as Johnny wraps his hand round his throat. Voice raspy when he says: ] Not mine. Never mine.
[ Would’ve been a disaster, in truth: both then and now. Kerry never thought he could wrangle Johnny. He just wished he were the sort of man who could; was in love with a future that painfully, agonizingly, did not exist.
As Johnny so thoughtfully proved to him by leaving that night. By dying. By haunting him for half a century before coming back and, despite him being on top of Kerry right now, the damn guy feels as emotionally distant as ever. Just as unreachable. Like sand slipping through his fingers. ]
Not that stupid, Johnny.
[ Snapping his name through clenched teeth. Raking his nails harder against Johnny, hoping whoever he fucks next will see. Maybe they won’t care. Maybe Johnny won’t even remember.
But Kerry will. Because he’s always the one who gets left behind. ]
But I’ll mark ya, sure. Make you think of me after.
[ Despite Johnny’s grip on his neck, Kerry tries to kiss him again: even just a brushing of lips. Desperate for that mouth.
Nothing’s changed in that regard. ]
but I love Ker~
Date: 2026-01-28 01:45 am (UTC)[ Johnny couldn't help but scoff. While he makes an effort to maintain some distance between them, Johnny almost feels compelled to remind Kerry who he is speaking to. Regardless of what happened between them, Johnny is back in the flesh. He's sitting on this poor old man's lap, like an overgrown brat.
While he was too far gone in the past for romance, he is more than willing to pursue Kerry now. Maybe finally grew up? Maybe. Who the fuck knows besides V? Only V seems to understand what's going on in Johnny's crazy-ass mind.
On that note, Johnny tightens his hand around Kerry's neck as he goes in for a kiss, purposefully choking him for fun. Maybe he's feeling a little vindictive right now, since Johnny doesn't stop until Kerry is practically out of breath. However, when he finally lets go, Kerry is met with the most passionate kiss he has ever experienced. More than just teeth and tongue, there's a hint of softness.
Kerry had never felt this level of softness before from this rude-ass rockerboy. Johnny even holds Kerry's face in his hands as he kisses him. This is significantly more delicate than anything they've done previously. ]
And I love Johnny~
Date: 2026-01-29 01:14 am (UTC)[ There’s a finesse to the sort of choking Kerry likes: not too little, not too much. He prefers something closer to the latter, depending on his mood — and right now, with Johnny, he’s craving that pain. Wants to vent a half-century’s worth of frustration via sex. Biting and scratching and fucking and no, Johnny. Never-fuckin’-ever mine.
So as his throat gets squeezed real tight, Kerry can’t help but think: Finally. Eyes closed; hands doing one last drag across Johnny’s back till his arms fall to the bed. Just letting Johnny give him that finally — letting his mind blank, feeling almost weightless beneath that hand.
It’s the kiss that snaps Kerry out of it; maybe even more-so the hands on his face. Johnny could just fuck himself on his dick and be done with it, but he’s not. Why? Kerry can’t wrap himself around the why.
He falls under that spell, though. Tilting his head to meet Johnny’s lips every which way; desperate, really. Always been desperate to be wanted by Johnny. Kerry could kiss him for hours: facial hair scraping his skin. Lips and soft tongues and a hint of something human.
Once he can finally manage to slightly pull back, Kerry asks under his breath: ]
What’re you doin’, Johnny? The hell are you doing?