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In the neon-lit, rain-slicked streets of Night City, 2069, two diametrically opposed forces found themselves mutually attracted at a seedy dive bar called the Rusty Nail. Tyger, a grizzled nomad with a cybernetic eye and a chip on his shoulder, had the unenviable luck of running into Dane, a shady corporate type with a taste for the dangerous and deadly.

Their worlds collided over a game of carom and a couple of Neuropozyne chasers. The sexual tension was palpable, crackling hotter than Tyger’s scorched knuckles. Dane, with his boyish good looks and smarmy grin, knew he had Tyger’s number. And Tyger, for his part, couldn’t resist the allure of playing with fire, of tangling with a sleek, suited snake like Dane.

Before long, they found themselves back at Tyger’s cramped, cluttered apartment – a fleeting respite from the city’s unrelenting chaos. Dane succumbed to his basest instincts, roughly pushing Tyger up against the grimy wall. Their tongues danced a lewd, acrobatic tango as they struggled with each other’s clothing, groping, clawing, biting. Tyger’s breath hitched in his throat, his cock swelling against the confining fabric of his jeans.

Dane wasted no time in freeing the nomad’s throbbing shaft, jerking it with a tight, twisting grip. Tyger groaned, his hips bucking shamelessly into the other man’s fist. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, satisfaction, and sin. Dane’s free hand worked at his own belt, undoing it with deft, eager fingers.

Shoving Tyger to his knees, Dane presented his cock to the nomad’s mouth, smearing it with pre-cum. Tyger gleefully obliged, swirling his sinful tongue around the swollen head before swallowing the entire length, gagging only slightly as it hit the back of his throat.

Dane’s moans filled the room, punctuated by the filthy slurping sounds of Tyger’s efforts. The nomad bobbed his head, sucking hard, his eyes watering with the effort. Dane fisted his hand in Tyger’s unkempt hair, yanking on it roughly as he fucked his throat.

But Dane yearned for more, needed to claim Tyger in the most primal way possible. He pulled the nomad up, spinning him around and bending him over the arm of the ratty couch. Tyger spread his legs wantonly, presenting his tight, puckered hole to Dane’s hungry gaze.

Dane licked his lips, running his fingers over the sensitive flesh. Then, without warning, he buried his face between Tyger’s cheeks, lapping and sucking at his entrance. Tyger cried out, clawing at the furniture, his back arching in ecstasy.

Dane rimmed him mercilessly, his tongue delving deep, stretching Tyger open. The nomad was panting, his balls drawn up tight, his cock leaking steadily. Dane worked two fingers into Tyger’s hole, scissoring them roughly, Preparation him for what was to come.

And come it did, in the form of Dane’s massive, throbbing cock. He pressed into Tyger slowly, allowing the nomad to adjust to his girth. Once fully sheathed, Dane set a brutal pace, pounding into Tyger’s ass with animalistic abandon.

Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through Tyger’s body. He reached down to stroke his own cock, bringing himself closer to the edge. The obscene slap of flesh on flesh filled the air, mingling with their grunts and moans of pleasure.

Dane grabbed Tyger’s hips hard enough to leave bruises, slamming into him with punishing force. sweat ran down their bodies, mingling with the smell of sex and desperation. Tyger’s ass clenched around Dane’s cock, the pressure bordering on painful.

With a final, brutal thrust, Dane reached his peak, flooding Tyger’s insides with hot cum. At the same time, Tyger’s own orgasm overtook him, his cock pulsing as he came hard, untouched.

They collapsed together in a sweaty, satiated heap. For a brief moment, the outside world ceased to exist. Here, in this tiny, seedy sanctuary, there was only the throbbing aftermath of their coupling, the quickening rise and fall of their chests.

Eventually, they disentangled themselves, dressing in silence. As Dane reached for the door, Tyger called out, “Hey.” Dane paused, glancing back over his shoulder. “You’re not so bad for a corporate asshole,” Tyger growled, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

Dane chuckled, a wicked glint in his eyes. “You’re all right yourself, for a dirty nomad piece of trash.” And with that, he slipped out into the neon-drenched night, leaving Tyger to bask in the afterglow of their illicit encounter.

But like the ever-present rain in Night City, their union was fleeting. In the morning, Tyger would wake up alone, the ghost of Dane’s touch lingering on his skin like a memory half-remembered. Just anotheredish sordid tale of lust and lust in a city where the line between the two was not only blurred but non-existent.

Such was life in Cyberpunk 2069. A tangled web of grime, grit, and grinding lust, where the only law was the one you made and the only morality was whatever got you through the night.