I want to be one of Gamma's regulars at the host club.
I want to have turned up on his very first day on the job, both of us having impulsively ended up there - me out of sheer curiosity, drawn in by the garish sign outside (which only had Aruran and Roberu on at the time), and him desperately wanting out of his deadend shitty job. They ask me whether I'd like an experienced host, since it's my first time, but I insist that the new guy is perfectly fine. Seeing him that first day making a thousand mistakes, asking constantly whether he can do this or that, forgetting all the training his seniors had given him... there's something really endearing about it. He'd drink as quickly as possible to try and get over the nerves, getting louder with each drink until the others swoop in and tell him to slow down, apologising profusely to me as if I'm not the one buying him the drinks in the first place. But underneath all the scuff and ear-shattering volume, there's just this really genuine guy who went through hell as a salaryman and needed to do something else before it broke him for good. He's cute, and funny, and he has absolutely no flirting skills whatsoever, but somehow his stupid lines make me flutter regardless. His seniors cringe at how unrefined he is, promising they'll make a proper host of him yet, and I hope to myself that they don't polish him up too much.
I keep visiting Gamma - Ganchan, I should say - and a little of that polish begins to shine through. Over time, his hands stop shaking when he's pouring drinks, and his face doesn't get red until we actually start drinking. He stops dressing like he's going to the office and starts becoming much more laidback, with jackets as bright as his multicoloured hair, and a tendency to have either his toned chest or stomach peeking through. He's louder than ever, in a way I've come to realise is just entirely him, but he still knows when to pull it back. If I come in after a rough day at work he'll put an arm around me, recounting his own tales of perpetually twitching eyelids from his pre-host days. That genuine nature never fades with host experience the way I'd almost feared it would over time. In fact, his pickup lines never get any better, but just how bad they are has its own audience who love him for it. He gets better at remembering his host training, though the club "rules" tend to slip his mind the deeper into the night we get, and he can't help but let all those drinks guide his clumsy hands under my clothes - that is, if he hasn't had me cuff them up already. Had the host club thing not worked out, he could have quite easily found his new home in the S/M bar just down the road. The first couple of times we pushed the "no sexual touching" boundaries we were both cautious, nervous that we'd be caught out, especially since the club's lovingly-curated music can't quite drown out his moans. However, soon enough, we realise the worst that will come is a shout out of "Oi, shut up, we're busy over here!" from his seniors, both doing just as well following the rules as Ganchan does, and so we stop holding back.
I don't know how to end this in any kind of elegant way and I also don't know why I wrote all this anyway I just really really really want to suck my paripi host boyfriend off in a way which violates several public indecency laws please please pl
