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Night settled over Seoul, the winding city streets humming with the collective heartbeats of those who sought out familiar ways to achieve an altered state. To feel something else or feel nothing at all. I stood at the window of my hotel room, looking down fifteen stories at the glow of traffic. Red and white blood cells swimming through urban veins. Seoul's pulse fluttered in time with mine, trying to lure me out into its cacophonous arms, but I turned away and sat on the bed.
It was too big for one person, the bed. I never understood why the agency always did that. Perhaps it was merely coincidence. More likely it was a subtle suggestion that I get laid. I huffed, rubbing the heels of my hands into the softness of my tired eyes. It wasn't a terrible idea, actually. I'd already checked over my equipment for the shoot tomorrow and anything else I'd forgotten could wait until morning. Though the thought of venturing out to a crowded, overpriced bar only to be subjected to the eager overtures of horny men made me want to crawl under the covers and watch shitty television until I fell asleep. How long had it been? My schedule was so hectic, I struggled to keep track of what day it was let alone the last time I'd had sex. They all blurred together at this point, variations on a theme. Some were models, some were strangers. A few were even friends. But none of them ever became more than a warm body with a pretty face. And I didn't allow myself to analyze why because I knew the answer would be far too depressing.
Sighing, I ran a hand through my hair. Maybe it would be best if I took a shower and called it a night. The flight from Berlin had been long and tomorrow would be even longer. I stood, reaching into the pockets of my jeans to empty their contents on the dresser and pulled out the business card a colleague had given me in Germany. It was for a high-end escort service here in Seoul. Originally, I assumed it had been a joke, brushing it off with a smile and a slap on the back. I didn't even remember slipping it into my pocket. In retrospect, my friend had seemed a little too excited that I was going to South Korea on business. Rolling my eyes, I dropped the card and began removing my clothes. I wasn't that desperate.
*
Half an hour later I found myself standing in front of the dresser again, naked save for a towel hanging from my hips, skin still warm from the shower. I held the card between my thumb and forefinger, flipping it around and around as I deliberated pointlessly over a decision I'd clearly already made. There was nothing shameful in the pursuit of pleasure. Picking up my cell, I dialed the number printed lavishly in loops of gold.
When the man on the phone asked me what I was looking for, my powers of speech abandoned me because I honestly didn't know. I cleared my throat and opened my mouth but there was nothing.
“Sweetheart, this isn't a quiz show. I just need something to work with.”
Chuckling faintly, I sunk down on the mattress and swiped my fingers over my lips in contemplation.
“I want someone unique. Different.”
“Unique is expensive.”
“Would I be talking to you right now if I was concerned about expense?”
“Fair point.”
I gave him my information and in turn he gave me a name.
Jiyong.
*
A loud knock startled me from my trance. I'd been staring out the window again, counting the lights in the apartments of the highrise across the street. There were thirty-seven. I walked to the other side of the room, pausing at the mirror to smooth a hand over my damp hair. Not like my companion for the evening was being paid to care about my appearance. Still, first impressions went a long way.
I opened the door, all the oxygen in the world seeming to fade from existence when I saw the perfect creature waiting for me on the other side.
Ruffled pink hair fell into dark eyes lined with darker kohl, making them stand out against his lightly tanned skin. His full, rose-tinged lips were curled in a knowing smirk as my gaze traveled south to take in the white collar circled round his long neck. The black sweater clinging to his broad shoulders and narrow waist. The tight, black leather that encased slender thighs and shapely calves, disappearing into high-laced boots studded with black rhinestones. Unique was not the word I would have used to describe this living work of art. He was devastating in his beauty. Ruthless. Seductive. Without even trying. I took my time reliving every detail on the return journey to meet his gaze.
“You must be Jiyong.”
“And you must be Mr. Choi.” His eyes gleamed, entertained by my thorough inspection.
“Please, call me Seunghyun.” I stepped aside to let him in.
Jiyong wandered around the hotel room and I closed the door. He eased himself into the chair by the window, crossing his long legs and watching me with the sharpness of a hawk as I approached.
“You have a lovely home.”
I grinned and he smiled, those pretty lips spreading thin over pearl-white teeth, shocking me with his sincere amusement. I reminded myself of how briefly he would be mine. And that he was really only mine because I'd bought his time and his affection. There would be nothing sweet about the sorrow of our parting come morning.
“Thank you, I just had it remodeled.”
Jiyong laughed, his booted foot brushing along the inside of my leg.
“Are we going out, or staying in?” Tilting his head to the side, Jiyong sucked his lower lip into his mouth and slid his foot higher little by little.
“Staying in.” I widened my stance, giving him more freedom to tease me.
“And what kind of trouble should we get into first?” The tip of his boot had reached the apex of my legs and he applied a gentle pressure to my crotch.
My mouth fell open, eyelids drifting shut. I liked his boldness. The confidence that dripped from his pores, sticky and thick. It was intoxicating.
“I want to watch you.”
The pressure vanished and I looked down. He was standing so close I could smell the remnants of tobacco on his breath. I tilted forward slightly, nosing along his cheek, and inhaled. Pheromones or not, the heady combination of cigarettes and his scent was intensely enjoyable.
“Ah, a voyeur.” Jiyong's fingers danced across my chest.
He turned his head, mouth hovering centimeters from mine. The temptation to kiss him consumed me, my desire an unrelenting tidal wave, but I denied myself the satisfaction. Sometimes it was more fun to withhold pleasure than to succumb to the allure of instant gratification.
“Will I be allowed to taste you at all tonight?” Jiyong leaned in and I pulled away before he could make contact.
“That depends entirely on your performance,” I murmured.
Smiling, his hands dropped to wrap firmly around my hips, shifting our positions until my back was facing the chair. Jiyong trailed a single finger over my right side, circling my nipple through the thin fabric of my shirt.
“I do love a challenge.” Jiyong smirked, using that finger to push me onto the chair cushion.
“So, Seunghyun...” He nudged my knees apart, depositing a foot directly between my legs as he began unlacing his boots. “What do you do?”
“I'm a photographer,” I hissed, Jiyong pressing against my cock with the sole of his shoe.
“And what do you photograph?”
He repeated the process with the other boot and I moaned softly when he pressed harder.
“Fashion.”
Jiyong's eyebrows vanished beneath his pink fringe.
“I'm impressed.”
“Are you now?”
“Yes, I am.” Jiyong balanced effortlessly, removing first one boot and then the other.
The questions ceased, Jiyong reaching down to remove his sweater in one smooth motion, tousling his already disheveled mop of pink hair. I sunk further into the chair, wondering how that hair would feel gripped tightly in my fists. His long fingers untucked the white shirt from his pants and slowly exposed the swell of his collarbones and the shallow dip of his sternum as he popped each button. Jiyong swept the fabric over the curve of his shoulders and the shirt slid down his arms to pool at his bare feet. My nerve endings ached, pulsing with the need to know the texture of his honeyed skin beneath my hands. To explore the contours of his flesh until the pads of my fingers had memorized every peak and valley. Every imperfection. I wanted to learn how this body differed from all the others. But not yet.
Jiyong lowered his zipper, pulling the leather material down and away from his hips. The dark nest of his pubic hair drew my gaze and I licked my lips, clenching my thigh until the pain cut through the heady arousal that coated my every atom. Already my erection strained uncomfortably against my jeans and we'd only just begun. He moved to tug his pants down further but I shook my head.
“Leave them on.”
“As you wish.” Jiyong smiled, staring at me with ill-concealed lust in his brown, hooded eyes. “Where do you want me?”
“The bed.”
Sauntering backwards, he slid into the mattress, propped up on his elbows and legs splayed open. I left the chair, exerting immense self-control as I bent over him with my hands planted on either side of his body. Jiyong's focus narrowed to the proximity of my mouth and I almost crumbled under the intensity of his desire to kiss me. Again, I denied myself, pressing my lips to his ear.
“When you touch yourself, I want you to imagine my tongue licking across the softness of your skin, taking you apart piece by piece,” I whispered, reveling in the way his breath hitched and his hips twitched.
I returned to the chair, observing silently the rise and fall of Jiyong's chest. His eyes were closed, plump bottom lip once more caught between his teeth. Jiyong placed a hand on his stomach and scraped blunt nails along his abdomen, fingers dipping low to gently pull his cock out. I ignored the throbbing of my pulse, the way my skin grew hot, the way my breath quickened. Gripping the armrests to anchor myself, I dedicated the whole of my attention to the half-naked boy jerking off on the bed in my hotel room.
Jiyong had set a tortuous pace, fist gliding over his cock in lazy strokes. He whined and let is head tip back. I watched his adams apple bob up and down in his throat, watched as his stomach muscles contracted with the effort it was taking for him to maintain the slow rhythm. Beads of sweat pooled in the hollows of his collarbone and rolled down his heaving chest. A low moan tumbled from his mouth, hips undulating to meet every pump of his fist as he stroked faster. Harder. I resisted the burn in my gut begging for mercy, begging for release. I wouldn't relent until I saw him come, screaming from the thought of my mouth searing his skin. Jiyong sucked on his lower lip to smother the whimpers but it was no use, he was unraveling with each fumbling flick of his wrist. Eventually he gave in, moaning loudly as he collapsed on the bed, spine arching in a graceful curve. Hips bucking wildly into his own hand, Jiyong gasped for air and emitted a string of curses while clutching desperately at the bedspread. I wished I knew what his pleasure felt like, coursing through his body with the force of a speeding train. He was a vision to behold. Skin slick and glistening, body writhing, face contorted in an expression of ultimate joy and the complete loss of control. A ragged sob tore through the room as Jiyong reached the height of his orgasm, every muscle tightening. Quivering. The image was so remarkably erotic I nearly came from that alone.
“Jesus christ.” Jiyong rolled over onto his side, groaning and laughing at the same time.
Carefully, I moved to the bed, laying beside him. I tucked a stray lock of hair behind his ear.
“Would you like to claim your reward?”
“Oh yes, please.” He beamed.
I framed his face with both of my hands, grazing his mouth with my lips, teasing the supple flesh with the tip of my tongue. Jiyong sighed and pressed closer, arms coiling around my waist as he deepened the kiss. His thigh brushed my erection and my heart almost burst, a flash of light exploding behind my closed eyes.
“I believe you deserve yours as well,” Jiyong whispered against my mouth, palming my cock through my jeans.
My brows knitted and I buried my face in the crook his neck, biting down hard enough to draw blood when he squeezed once. The delicious pressure and Jiyong's rumbling groan sent me careening over the edge in a matter of seconds. I rocked into his hand as he continued to stroke me through the waves of my bliss. I laved my tongue over his abused skin and he gasped, rolling on top of me. Jiyong ducked down to devour my lips, rough and needy. Fingers tangling in his hair, I yanked his head back to drag my teeth along his jaw.
“It's a shame you'll be leaving,” Jiyong practically purred, grinding against me. “I could have so much fun with you.”
“The night is far from over.”
“But what about tomorrow night?” He grinned widely.
I sat up, pulling on the pink strands, and watched his pupils dilate. Jiyong was still grinning. I sucked on the steadily beating pulse at the side of his neck, making him tremble.
“If you survive the rest of the evening, we can discuss the possibility of tomorrow.”
Jiyong shook with mirth as he nuzzled affectionately at my temple.
“Seunghyun, I think I'm in love,” he chuckled, shoving me to the bed and tearing the shirt from my body with gleeful relish.
Even though it was said in jest, my heart stuttered against my ribcage. I pushed the emotion away and instead surrendered to the sensation of Jiyong's hot mouth dismantling my entire reality.