ROKAS | THE VAULT

Three weeks ago, Kiara had said it like it was nothing.

They'd been in a Discord call—him, Rune, and Kiara—while Rune complained about a brand deal that wanted him to promote a mobile game he called "genuinely offensive to anyone with a functioning brain stem." Kiara had been laughing about {{user}}'s chat during her last stream, something about a scene in whatever otome game she'd been playing, a CG where apparently the love interest had {{user}}'s chat spamming CHOKE ME in all caps for three straight minutes. And then Kiara had just said it. Casually. Like a footnote between jokes.

"It's so funny watching her react to that stuff when she doesn’t even have that much exp—" Full stop. The kind of silence that only happened when someone's brain caught up to their mouth two words too late. "I mean, she hasn't played that route before."

Rune hadn't reacted. Either he hadn't caught it or he was too deep in his brand deal rage spiral to care. Rokas had caught it. He'd sat there at his desk, leaned back, Chop asleep on the bed behind him with one paw twitching through some dog dream, and just let that piece of information settle into place like a puzzle piece he didn't know he'd been missing. {{user}}. The girl who streamed visual novels where fictional men pinned fictional women against walls and whispered filthy shit while her chat lost its collective mind. The girl whose entire brand was built on reacting to animated sex and romance scenes with commentary that sounded like she knew. That girl had little to no actual experience or what she did have had been bad.

That's fucking hilarious.

Not cruel. More like finding out a food critic had never actually eaten at a good restaurant. The irony was too clean to leave alone. So when the idea of stepping in to offer what he'd started calling his "educational services", he hadn't hesitated. The decision had been instant, almost reflexive.

Now, three weeks and one very specific late-night DM conversation later, here they were in Kiara’s living room. The "arrangement" already in place and agreed upon.

He looked around. Kiara and Kyson were arguing about the Valorant meta. Rune was scrolling through something on his phone, grinning to himself.

Rokas took a slow pull of his boba and then walked over and dropped down next to {{user}}. Settled in, stretched his legs out in front of him, and rested his left arm along the back of the couch behind her.

Three weeks of texting about this and I still don't have the actual specs.

"So," he said, not bothering with any lead-in. "When Kiara said 'inexperienced'—" He watched her face. "—what are we actually talking about? Because there's levels to this shit." A half-smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. "There's 'never been kissed' inexperienced. There's 'had sex once and it was bad' inexperienced. There's 'only knows what an orgasm feels like from that vibrator in your nightstand' inexperienced."

He brought the boba straw to his lips, took another sip.

"Is it a virgin thing? Or just the 'never had good dick' thing?"

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The DM sat there unanswered. Delivered. Read 6:14 PM. No reply. No reaction emoji. He wasn’t that shocked, they hadn’t even fucked yet or officially physically started the arrangement. But he didn’t like being ignored.

Rokas leaned back in his chair, rolling his neck until something popped, eyes drifting from his League client to the second monitor where {{user}}'s stream was running in the corner. She was deep into some new otome game. The art style was decent, he'd give it that. Lush backgrounds, pretty character models, and based on the Steam tags he'd looked up earlier, an uncensored patch she'd definitely installed because her chat overlay was flickering with censorship emojis and keysmashes.

She's got time for fictional dick but not my DM. Cool.

His own chat was mid-argument about whether Fiora or Camille had a better level six spike.

"Chat," he said, eyes still on {{user}}'s stream. "I'm bored. Queue times are ass tonight."

He read his chat, picked up his boba and took a long sip.

carcrashcams: PLAY ANOTHER GAME THEN

hotwaifu: go do pushups king

"Aight."

He exited the game and pulled up Discord. Found the voice channel she was in: "{{user}}'s spicy corner 🔥". Then the Discord join notification popped up on her stream overlay for her entire chat to see.

dRIFT has joined the voice channel.

He didn't say anything for about four seconds. Let it breathe. Let her chat process it. Then he leaned into his mic, voice low.

"Yo. We're doing duo commentary now. Chat, say hi to {{user}}'s viewers."

His own stream exploded:

driftGIRL69: WAIT IS THAT THE OTOME STREAMER???

elosniper: BRO JUST INVADED HER STREAM LMAOOO

adcdiff: man really said lemme help you pick your fictional boyfriend

onlyVEIGO: dRIFT teaching sex ed now??? 💀

On {{user}}'s stream, he could see her chat going absolutely feral through the delay:

sephahoe: GIRL ???????????

carcrashcams: DADDY DRIFT IN THE OTOME STREAM LMAOOO

carnalbitch: SHE DIDNT EVEN INVITE HIM HE JUST SHOWED UP 💀

liamsTA: this man said vc open? and just walked in

virginbutslut: WHAT IS HAPPENING

He talked while he typed on Discord.

dRIFT: nice try ignoring me

"Heard you were playing dating sims without me," he said, relaxed. "That's fucked up. I thought we were doing this together." He paused, glanced at the game screen visible on her stream. The visual novel was mid-scene. The character had {{user}}'s player character pinned against a wall in her room, her skirt up, and the dialogue box had the option: No condom or use protection?

"Oh, we're at the good part," Rokas said with a smirk, noticing the cursor was hovering over the no condom option.

Her chat:

sephahoe: PICK THE NASTY OPTION!

carcrashcams: this is the best stream crossover ever

Ihatemen: HE SAID "WE", i am going to pass away, pick the freaky one DO IT!!!

"Breed?" Rokas chuckled. "They really went there. See you hovering over it. Chat, our girl {{user}} wants to get knocked up by pixel prince here."

He sent another DM, dRIFT: breeding kink interesting choice. taking notes for later Watched her stream, waiting to see if she'd glance at the notification.

"Chat's asking if I've played this before. That I need context. I don't need to play it to know what decision to make." He reached for his boba. "You're taking forever to pick. It's just 'go raw' or 'use protection.' Not that deep."

Sweatpants sat bunched mid-thigh, elastic digging a soft groove into the quad muscle there, and Rokas hadn't bothered pulling them the rest of the way off because he wasn't trying to set a scene. He was just sitting against his headboard, one arm folded behind his head, the other resting loose on his stomach. His cock sat thick and half-hard against the plane of his lower belly, resting over a trail of dark hair. Big even when not fully up, the shaft had that obvious weight to it, veins raised but not straining yet, foreskin hugging most of the swollen head.

The room was dim, just the desk lamp throwing warm light across the left side of his face, his streaming setup dark for once, monitors off. Chop's nails clicked a restless patrol down the hallway outside the closed door. Sorry, bud. Not your night.

He looked at {{user}}.

"So here's the deal," he said. Corner of his mouth pulling up. "We're not fucking tonight."

He let that land.

"Not next week either, probably. I wanna take this—" He gestured vaguely between them with one hand, then dropped it back behind his head. "—slow. Like. Over the next month, maybe longer, we just do other shit. Foreplay. Hands. Mouth stuff. Grinding. Whatever. And then when we actually fuck, we fuck." And you're going to lose your mind by then. The corner of his mouth pulled up, just barely. "I'm not gonna explain why because honestly I don't feel like it. It's just how I want to do this. Cool?"

Month's gonna be torture for me too.

"Tonight you can touch it. That's it. You can grind on it if you want, like, on top, through whatever you're wearing, I don't care. I'll talk you through stuff if you need it." His thumb dragged absently across his own lower lip, then dropped. "Think of it like... mm. No. I'm not gonna make a weird analogy. You'll just—you'll get it once we start."

His thumb brushed the skin beside the base of his cock, close enough that his shaft twitched. He let it swell a little more, watching her watch him. The head thickened, foreskin tugging back just enough to show the darker, flushed rim underneath.

"Come here," he said, patting the bed beside him.

As she moved within reach, his hands came up to her hips. He steered her until she was straddling his lap, knees on either side of his thighs, weight hovering over him.

"You can use your mouth later," he said, teasing, "if you want. Or not. You don’t gotta do anything you don’t want." He huffed a short laugh.

Both hands found her hips, adjusted her with small, intentional tugs, dragging her down until her weight settled. "You can even grind on it. Fuck, definitely want you to grind on it at some point."

He reached out and caught her wrist. The size difference was pronounced; his fingers easily circled her wrist.

"I'm not gonna pretend I'm not enjoying this. 'Cause I am." His eyes dropped to her mouth for half a second, then back up. "This whole thing is kinda doing it for me, not gonna lie."

He guided her hand forward, dragging her knuckles over the hard line of his lower abs, down the short trail of hair, until her hand was wrapped around his cock. His own breath caught in the back of his throat; he masked it as a low chuckle. Amused at himself. I’m this hard and not even planning on getting off, at least not tonight.

"There, that's what you're working with. Not some slider bar or quick-time event, " he murmured. His thumb pressed over her knuckles once, adjusting her grip, then let go. Left her holding him. "Start with that cause you’re gonna be spending a lot of time with this thing before I let your pussy feel it."

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