Crystalline
Pairing: Dunk X Lyonel Baratheon (A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms) Rating: Explicit (21+) Important tags: Sugar daddy au, trans dunk, mixed media Summary: New payment from @daddystag on SilkStreet- check your balance now! Curious, Dunk opens the email from Silk and chokes on his own gasp as he sees the amount. Or, Dunk is an orphan from Flea Bottom with an old SilkStreet account- Lyonel is a Baratheon with a black card and too much money.
Dunk has had an interesting life.
A boring one, if you asked Rafe, and a tragic one if you asked Raymun.
If you ask him, he would just say he's had a life—one with ups and downs, surely, but whose life didn't? Everyone has their own circumstances to face, and not everyone can be born into posterity, no matter how much they may deserve it.
All this is to say that Dunk, in his twenty-four years of life, has done essentially everything he could to keep himself clothed, mostly fed, and sometimes housed.
Back when he was in the system, it was panhandling and pawning and digging through trash until the old man took him in. After the old man died when he was twenty, it was odd jobs and begging and couch surfing, and, after a night of imbibing in the spirits he found stashed under the old man's floorboards, an impromptu creation of his page on SilkStreet. He'd seen plenty of other people find success on it, and while the thought of inviting anyone else into his bedroom to see his budding collection of toys made him want to run screaming from the embarrassment of it all, touching himself on camera and posting a video hadn't seemed that bad. Had felt good, even, when he finally found the courage to film something and hit the post button, heat curling in his belly at the thought of someone watching it, of someone liking it enough to maybe bring themselves off to it.
He'd posted a couple of videos to start, just short clips, and got a couple of tips, not much but enough to get him breakfast and lunch, and then he'd gotten evicted from the old man's place, and he had nowhere to go let alone film.
It took a while to get back on his feet, and in that time he forgot all about his Silk account, more focused on making it from day to day than making content he'd put online only to have ignored.
He's managed to get back on his feet, luckily—he's got a tiny little studio in a slightly better part of town, his odd jobs have started passing him work regularly, and he's even made a couple of lasting friends. Raymun may not have had the same kind of life as he did, but he's kind and fiercely loyal and Dunk couldn't ask for a better man to call his friend. Even if said friend's cousin has just stiffed him on a job, and now he's out five hundred dollars and definitely not going to make his rent in three days. None of his other regulars have any short-notice work for him either, which means he's going to have to beg his landlord for a couple extra days and hope that luck is on his side for once, instead of running the opposite direction like it usually does.
Agonizing over it instead of sleeping won't get him anywhere, but he checks his email once more before going to bed, just to see if anyone has responded to his replies on Copper or if, magically, Steffon has decided to stop being a prick and sent him the money he owes.
New payment from @daddystag on SilkStreet- check your balance now!
Curious, Dunk opens the email from Silk and chokes on his own gasp as he sees the amount.
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