[ 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. ]
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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. ]