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Hyunsoo hasn’t ever had sex in a car before, let alone a car doing close to 80 miles per hour with it’s top down, wind whipping his hair and clothes, the sound of the road loud enough to drown out the moans. It’s not as easy as he initially thought. He doesn’t actually get off but he does get Natasya off at least. Hyunsoo is a gentleman, thank you very much. The whole experience leaves him keyed up and high strung but not unsatisfied, not exactly. He’s spent three years with only his hand for company. He can afford to wait.
Turns out he doesn’t need to wait all that long. After the initial introductions to Byunggab and his uncle, Jaeho makes his excuses and drives them to a nearby apartment complex. The receptionist at the counter greets them with polite familiarity and hands Jaeho a key card.
“Welcome to your new digs,” Jaeho announces, opening the door to a full suite three floors down from the penthouse; all modern sleek furniture, framed abstract art on the walls and large windows overlooking the city. Hyunsoo gapes, staring around, taking it all in, the long couch facing a television screen that takes up a fourth of the wall, the fully stocked kitchen which he would probably never use, the doors leading to other unexplored rooms (he counts three).
“This is mine?” Hyunsoo has to check, hands in his pockets, still not quite believing it.
“All yours,” Jaeho grins wide, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Oh, and got you a little house warming gift as a bonus.” He strides towards what must be the master bedroom, pops his head in and calls, “Yumi!”
A girl appears, dressed in a form fitting black dress, short but classy. She’s fucking gorgeous, legs for miles, lithe and slender, her big eyes a little hesitant as they dart between Jaeho to Hyunsoo. “Hello, darling,” Jaeho says to her. “Sorry to keep you waiting.” He turns to Hyunsoo. “Have a seat, kid. I know for a fact you didn’t finish, so let’s pick up where we left off, hm?”
“Uh…” is all Hyunsoo can manage as the girl - Yumi - drifts over, right into his personal space. Hunsoo stumbles backwards until his calves hit the couch and he lands with a surprised oof; Yumi already climbing into his lap, her thighs on either side of his, her long sweet smelling hair brushing his face.
“Hi,” she says softly. She’s not openly confident like Natasya, but there’s something charming about her reticence. She could have been just a girl he met at a cafe or at a bar. A girl from highscool. The girl next door. He doesn’t know if it’s an act but he doesn’t really care. Yumi gives him a smile and leans in for a chaste kiss. Hyunsoo’s hands automatically land on her small waist and she starts to grind down, soft breathless gasps escaping as his cock starts to pulse, pleasure curling in his belly.
It doesn’t take him long to get fully hard, he’s got a hand under Yumi’s skirt, touching her silky inner thighs, her heated sex as he kisses her neck, her cheeks, her coy mouth. He’s so caught in the taste and scent of her that he doesn’t realise Jaeho is still in the room with them until Yumi slides off his lap onto the floor, her dainty hands unzipping his jeans.
Hyunsoo jerks upright, staring into Jaeho’s glittering eyes, just sitting there in a plush chair, legs crossed, head resting on a curled up fist against his temple. “Hyung! The fuck -” He doesn’t finish the sentence, breaking into a groan as a warm mouth closes over the crown of his cock. Yumi takes him all the way into the back of her throat like a pro - wait, she is a pro - and Hyunsoo falls back against the couch, thrusting into the velvet moist heat. It’s been way too long; his balls are already tightening, cock pulsing crazily.
Somewhere in the distance a phone rings. Through slitted eyes, he sees Jaeho uncurl from his seat. “Hello? Yes? What the hell are you talking about?” Jaeho’s voice drifts further away as he moves and Hyunsoo tries to stifle his moans, hand squeezing Yumi’s shoulder in warning.
“I’m gonna come -”
She hums, eyes flicking up to his, doesn’t pull away. The reverberations are enough to send Hyunsoo over the edge, vision bursting into stars, tight heat convulsing around his dick as Yumi swallows. And swallows.
Fuck, it’s been way too long. Hyunsoo hasn’t come this hard since he was a teenager, discovering porn for the first time, eyes glued to his computer, one hand around his dick. Everything immediately feels lighter, hazier. He stares at the ceiling listening to Jaeho’s conversation, his low voice drifting over like so much white noise. The words are threatening but the tone is calm, soothing almost. Yumi climbs back onto his lap, a warm comforting weight and kisses him, tongue teasing.
“Alright, I’ve got to go,” Jaeho says from somewhere above. Hyunsoo’s eyes are closed, nipping on Yumi’s cherry flavoured lips, now tinged with the taste of himself. “You have fun. Yumi will take care of you. Won’t you, darling?” He doesn’t wait for a reply. The door opens and closes and Hyunsoo can finally, finally, unzip Yumi from her dress, hands roving over her back, under her bra, pushing her panties down to get to the main programme.
Somehow though, he can feel a Jaeho shaped hole in the room. But then, Yumi is naked and beautiful and warm all around him, and Hyunsoo doesn’t think of anything else.
–
Hyunsoo doesn’t exactly forget. He just doesn’t have a reason to linger on Jaeho’s eccentricities. Besides, he had gotten used to the lack of privacy in prison, sharing a cell with someone, watching each other piss, shit and yes, masturbate. You just shut your eyes and pretend to be asleep. And you only brought it up if you were looking for a fist to the face.
So when Jaeho turns to him, a few weeks later, the strobing lights painting his expression a lurid red and blue, and asks, “Hyunsoo-ah, have you ever had the pleasure of a lap dance?” Hyunsoo doesn’t think anything of it.
They’ve just come out of a fairly successful round of negotiations with the Russians. This club is one Hyunsoo hasn’t been in before, it’s a hell lot nicer than the seedy joints he’s raided as a cop. The women are of varied ethnicity and all gorgeous, strutting around in high heels like runway models. Bouncers are stationed every few meters, eagle eyed for unsolicited wandering hands. Anyone not adhering to policy was quickly and efficiently relocated out of the premises, given a good thrashing as a reminder. It didn't matter if you were a politician or a random club goer; the rules still applied. Hyunsoo respects that.
Jaeho leans into his space and asks again. "How about it?"
"What?" Hyunsoo asks, distracted by the writhing dancing bodies and the booming bass of the music.
The smile cuts through the dark, teeth flashing like light of a knife. "Ah, baby, you're in for a treat. Come on." Jaeho moves through the crowd like an eel sliding through water and Hyunsoo scrambles to keep up.
They end up in a large private room, shaped like a semicircle, leather seats all lined against the wall and facing a pole attached from the floor to the ceiling. The room isn't empty. Hyunsoo can see Byunggab and another unknown man with two girls between them, already seated and drinking in the low light.
Jaeho gestures for him to sit, turning to say something to a hostess.
"First time?" asks Byunggab.
"Not exactly," Hyunsoo replies to laughter. He’s not lying. He’s been to strip clubs; albeit for purely professional reasons.
One of the girls tells him he looks cute and hands him a drink. Byunggab shoots a sour look at her, mouth opening to protests but he's cut short by Jaeho telling him to, “Fuck over, please, Byunggab, you're taking more space than a fucking horse,” jostling to sit between them. He plucks the drink out of Hyunsoo’s hand as two more girls walk into the room. Jaeho beckons one of them over while the other steps up to the pole. “Sunny, this is Hyunsoo. He would like a private dance.”
Sunny grins, her cheeks dimpling. She’s not Korean, maybe mixed; her hair is a short cute bob, legs in thigh high leather boots paired with a tight little dress, hugging all her curves. Hyunsoo gets a sense of deja vu as she shimmies into his space. He draws a sharp breath, glances at Jaeho, his hands flexing at his sides, unsure if he’s allowed to touch.
“Where did you find this kid, Jaeho?” Sunny asks, straddling Hyunsoo, her eyes dark with intent and amusement. “He looks terrified.”
The seat creaks as Jaeho slides to the edge, angles his body so he can press a mouth to her ear. “Get him off for me, will you, sweetheart?” Hyunsoo swallows, watching them. His slacks suddenly tight. Jaeho leans back, arms spread along the chair, sipping on Hyunsoo’s drink as he watches Sunny dances, liquid and feline, moving yo the music like a silk ribbon, a tease.
She’s a sensation, an experience. Hyunsoo’s both in love and in awe with the way she moves, always close enough to touch but never quite touching. Everything else melts away, Byunggab and his guests, the other dancers, even Jaeho. It’s just him and her and the music.
“You can touch me if you want,” Sunny breathes, lips a scant inch from his own. “I’ll make an exception for you, pretty boy.” She draws away and Hyunsoo follows, eyes half mast and clouded, a low hum of arousal coursing through his veins.
“You sure?” he asks, not quite kissing the long line of her exposed neck. He’s so hard, he might come from the slightest pressure.
Sunny takes his hand, spins around, presses her back all along his front in a sensual roll. “Help me out of this.” Hyunsoo peels the dress off her, revealing an intricate lingerie of criss-crossing straps and garters that emphasises her golden brown skin. her curves. Sunny throws her head back with a breathless laugh, grinding against him for once. Hyunsoo’s breath catches in his throat, heartbeat racing, blood rushing south, pleasure building.
Oh, fuck.
He really does not want to come in his slacks. Jaeho bought him these slacks.
“Sorry, Sunny, I’ve got to -” and Hyunsoo is slipping out from under her and making a beeline for the washroom. Thank fuck the washroom nearby is empty. Hyunsoo locks himself into a stall, jerks his pants and briefs down to his thighs, takes himself in hand with a groan. He braces himself over the toilet, hips jerking and comes after three pulls, panting and shaking.
It's pathetic.
He's pathetic.
At least his clothes are clean. Hyunsoo sighs, grabs a couple of tissues to clean himself, zips up and flushes the toilet. When he steps out, Jaeho is leaning against the sink, arms crossed, a lopsided grin on his face. “Seriously? You ran out ‘cause you needed to piss? Or you didn’t want to blow your load in front of a pretty lady?”
His face warms as he nudges Jaeho aside for the sink. “It’s not like that.” He couldn’t actually tell Jaeho the truth. I didn’t want to mess up the clothes you bought me.
Jaeho scoffs and eyes him once over. “Kid, you’re not a virgin are you?”
Hyunsoo turns to him, crowding into his space. “You tell me. It seems every time I’m about to stick it into someone, you’re there.”
Jaeho raises his eyebrows, doesn’t even have the decency to look chastised. “You’re right. I haven’t actually seen you use your dick like you’re supposed to.” He rubs his chin in mock thoughtfulness. “The mystery remains.”
“Can we just go?” Hyunsoo snaps, mood taking a turn. He pushes past Jaeho back into the flashing lights and pounding music of the club, makes his way towards the exit without checking to see if Jaeho was following. Hyunsoo had the car keys anyway. Jaeho could hitch a ride with fucking Byunggab.
Jaeho catches him in the parking lot, hand on his arm. “Relax,” he says, giving Hyunsoo’s collar a sharp tug when Hyunsoo tries to jerk away, smiling in that knowing way of his. “Sunny’s taken a shine to you. She asked me to give you her number.” He flips a piece of paper between two fingers, waves it once in Hyunsoo’s face before slipping it into his breast pocket. “Alright, let’s go,” he adds, throwing open the passenger door with gusto and sliding inside, fully expecting Hyunsoo to drive.
–
He’s balls deep inside someone for once when Jaeho walks in, briefcase and a folder in hand, dressed in a full three piece suit and wearing one of his more serious don’t-fuck-with-me expressions.
Technically this one’s on Hyunsoo. He went out for lunch, finally managed to ask the cute, perfectly normal waitress who works at the cafe opposite their building out for some fun after a week long of flirtations. The office was available; Jaeho wasn't expected to be back until evening. It was supposed to be a short fun romp with no strings attached.
"Fucking hell, hyung!" Hyunsoo yells scrambling to pull out while beneath him Haneul yelps, hands flying to cover her breasts. They flail together on the couch but her legs were still wrap around him tight.
"Oh, don't mind me," says Jaeho, not even looking at them. He slams the briefcase on the desk and shrugs off his gray coat in one fluid motion, drapes it on the back of the chair, then undoes his cufflinks and rolls his sleeves up to his elbows, movements tinged with irritation. Hyunsoo watches him loosen his dark blue silk tie, pop a button on his collar and collapse into the chair with a grunt, his vest wrinkling and a strand of hair curling over his forehead.
Jaeho digs through the briefcase, flicks through the papers while muttering under his breath about tariffs and custom duties and fucking Russians. After a moment, he seems to realise the odd silence in the office and says, "Carry on. Just pretend I'm not here."
Hyunsoo wants to tell him to fuck off but the words are stuck in his suddenly dry throat. He turns back to Haneul and catches her staring at Jaeho, wide eyed, biting on her plump bottom lip. Their eyes meet, Hanuel looks a little flustered, her pink cheeks flushing redder. Hyunsoo groans as she tightens around him, tugging him down for a messy kiss.
This is really happening he thinks wildly, thrusting into her wet heat while she keens louder under him, driving her hips up to meet his halfway. He can’t believe he’s still hard but apparently his cock doesn't care that there's an audience. In fact it might even like the fact that Jaeho is in the room. Hyunsoo has never been more aware of someone and it's not even the person he's fucking. Every shift, every muttered curse, every annoyed sigh Jaeho makes registers as clear as a ringing bell, the sound of papers shuffling, the squeak of the chair, even the fucking scratch of Jaeho’s pen is loud enough to drown out all of Hanuel's moans.
From out of the corner of his eye, he sees Jaeho rolling to his feet, approaching. Hyunsoo doesn’t turn to look at him, tries his darndest to focus on the girl in front of him. He's glad they're both mostly clothed because a hand lands on the small of his back, on his shirt, just a few inches over his exposed ass and Hyunsoo can feel its heat all the way to his spine.
"Slow down, Hyunsoo. You’re not drilling for oil. Are you enjoying yourself?" The question isn't directed at him.
Hanuel doesn't reply, just stares at a point over Hyunsoo’s shoulder where Jaeho must be but if her body's reaction is any indication, she's enjoying the little act of exhibitionism tremendously. She whimpers.
"Don't try to teach me how to fuck," Hyunsoo hisses but he does slow the roll of his hips, dragging out and pushing back in, finding a languid rhythm. Hanuel groans and grabs his shoulders, her eyes falling close, mouth falling open.
Jaeho has retreated back to his seat and the amazing thing, the fucking gall of it all - is that he goes right back to perusing his paperwork like Hyunsoo isn't there, screwing this girl so hard she's wailing.
Look at me, you bastard.
Jaeho doesn't look. Hyunsoo comes, head thrown back on a silent roar. It's over in less than a minute, short and unsatisfying. They pull apart, Hanuel sitting up and straightening her clothes while Hyunsoo ties the soiled condom and tucks himself back in. He has the urge to throw the condom at Jaeho’s head.
He walks Hanuel back to her workplace, neither of them speaking.
“That was fun,” Hanuel says at last, outside the entrance of the cafe.
“Was it?” asks Hyunsoo, genuinely surprised, watching her turn crimson, hands kneading together.
Hanuel leans close and asks, voice low, “Is your boss… single?”
Hyunsoo sighs.
–
Twice is coincidence, thrice is a pattern.
After the fourth time, the fifth time, Hyunsoo doesn’t know what to call it any longer. He kinda fucking hates it. He kinda likes it. He doesn’t really know. All he knows is that Jeaho is always just there. Picking the girls Hyunsoo might fuck. Making himself comfortable, just out of Hyunsoo’s line of sight, so he can pretend he has a modicum of privacy. Clubs, pools, private rooms, hotels, their office..
Jaeho must get a kick out of it.
Except he never shows any sign that he’s interested in that way, at least not that Hyunsoo can see and he has checked. Furtive glances at Jaeho’s crotch, outright stares sometimes. Hyunsoo doesn’t care. He’s the one on display. Jaeho can just suck it up if he notices Hyunsoo ogling his dick. It's not that he can't get it up, Hyunsoo has seen him, it. Heard him. Jaeho doesn't bother to stifle his groans when he needs to rub one out in prison.
But now he remains unnervingly relaxed. Sometimes, Jaeho doesn’t even pay attention, doing work or making calls in the background while Hyunsoo brings a girl to heaven and back.
He would like to confront Jaeho about it. Get all up in his space, demand an answer, put a stop to the madness. But if this is some form of gay chicken, then Jaeho is king cockerel, crowing on top of the barn. Hyunsoo knows from experience the bastard is fucking shameless. And when he wants to be coy, squeezing an explanation out of Jaeho takes as much effort as getting water from a rock.
–
Sunny’s long legs are wrapped around his waist, urging him deeper. Her hair fans out over his pillow, some strands sticking to her flushed face, and her chest heaves, nipples pink and inviting like the colour of her smeared lipstick.
Hyunsoo drives into her, blinking sweat from his eyes. "Getting there," he pants. He humps her for half a minute more, the longest half minute of his life while she pretends to moan and writhe against him. She really is one of the most gorgeous women Hyunsoo’s had the pleasure of bedding. It's not just her looks. He loves her vivaciousness, her liveliness, her confidence as she pushed him down onto his own bed and pulled off her top.
"Mmhm, I can tell," Sunny says, eyes fluttering, her fingers digging into his arms.
They've been at it for half an hour. And he just - he just. He can’t help but glance aside, expecting Jaeho to barge in at any moment. He's in his own apartment, in his own room, fucking on his own bed and he is still waiting for Jaeho to materialise out of thin air.
Fuck.
"Eyes on me, lover boy," Sunny grins, her palm gently turning Hyunsoo’s attention back to her.
Hyunsoo smiles weakly, goes for it again, the bed creaking. Sunny exhales slowly. "Shit," hisses Hyunsoo, slowing down. "I'm sorry," he whispers, stopping completely and sitting back on his haunches. "Sorry," he says again, face warm. Can't bring himself to look her in the eye.
Sunny sits up, swings her legs over the edge and pats him on the the arm. "It's okay. It happens to everyone. Sometimes we're just not in the mood."
"I am in the mood. I mean… it's just." Hyunsoo runs a hand over his head as Sunny reaches for the sheets and pulls it around her.
Fucking Jaeho.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Do I have to?" Hyunsoo half jokes.
Sunny smiles, scoots back to lean against the headboard. "Shall I take a guess, then?" She eyes Hyunsoo, lips pursed, eyes narrowed in jest. "I'd say, you're thinking about someone else. Someone who's aggravating… annoying. Someone you can't seem to keep out of your head. Am I right? Kinda hurts my professional feelings." She pouts.
“I’m sorry, Sunny. I just - I don’t know why he has this effect on me. It just doesn’t make sense,” he flops down onto the mattress with a frustrated groan. In his mind’s eye he can see Jaeho’s laughing face, bright hungry eyes, watching Hyunsoo, always watching. “That stupid bastard. What does he want?”
Sunny rubs a foot along his ribs and shifts, crawling over until her head pressed near to his, mouth to his ear. "Who cares what he wants. What do you want?"
Hyunsoo stares at the ceiling. "I don't know." He was sure that if he asked Jaeho to stop, really insisted on it, he would listen.
Sunny's voice dips low, sultry "Do you want to fuck him?"
His throat bobs, shudders, unsure if he’s recoiling from the idea or excited by it. "I'm not into guys," he says instead.
"You've never thought about it?"
"Not really."
"You should try it, at least once," Sunny whispers, fingers tracing swirls on his chest, nibbling his ear. The sensation shoots straight to Hyunsoo’s cock, making him gasps.
"Don't see how that's supposed to help."
"Does he want to be you? Or does he want to be the person you're fucking? Don't let Jaeho call the shots." Sunny grins. "He likes the control. You should do something unexpected. You'd be surprised how much a man reveals when he's caught off guard."
Hyunsoo stares at her, slightly amused, but his words come with a sharp tang of jealousy that surprises him. "You seem to know him really well."
Sunny shrugs. "We go a long way back. So how about it? I have a friend who wouldn't mind helping you out."
"I'll think about it," he says tilting his head to meet her kiss, her tongue swiping into his mouth, deep and filthy.
Sunny sighs. "Oh, baby, both of you are such a handful."
--
Sunny's friend isn't Hyunsoo’s type at all. He had never thought of fucking a guy before and didn't even know he had a type but one look at the man's face made Hyunsoo want to slap him around for absolutely no discernible reason.
"Uh, can I come in?" the man asks, hovering at the doorway of Jaeho’s office. Hyunsoo had chosen the office on purpose but was now starting to regret it a little.
"Right," he said stepping aside. The man sauntered in and casts a critical eye around. He was tall, with cat-like eyes and a lush mouth. His suit was expensive and neatly pressed and he looked more like a white collar office worker than a hooker He was pretty, Hyunsoo would give him that.
"So how do we do this? Sunny’s paid me for the hour."
"Yeah, just… hold on a sec."
Jaeho was out for some paltry errand nearby with Byunggab and should be back soon but Hyunsoo wasn't about to take that risk.
"Hello?"
"Hyung, you need to come back to the office now."
"What? What happened? Are you okay?"
"I can't explain. Just try to hurry."
"Wait, Hyunsoo! What the fu -"
Hyunsoo hangs up on him and ignores the ringing when Jaeho calls back. He turns back to the man who is giving him this judgy look Hyunsoo doesn’t appreciate at all. "Okay."
The man reaches for a kiss.
"Uh, no. No. We are not doing that." Hyunsoo has a hand up between them stopping the man from stepping any nearer before his brain fully processes what's happening.
The man sighs, eyes him with a flat stare. "You've never done this before, have you? Okay, fine. Would you like a blowjob?"
"Okay," Hyunsoo agrees, nodding a bit too vigorously. His palms are fucking cold with sweat and his heart is pounding so hard he can feel it in the back of his skull like a hammer. He thinks maybe his armpits are all damp with sweat as well but he can't tell with the his jacket on.
They move to the couch. The man gets on his knees between Hyunsoo’s legs and reaches for his belt. "Wait! Can we shift to the right a bit?" Hyunsoo asks. He wants to be directly in Jaeho’s field of vision when he opens the office door for maximum impact.
The man looks up at him and doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t have to. His expression says it all for him.
"Just," Hyunsoo gestures, impatient.
They shuffle one seat over in an awkward dance of limbs. The man bends his head once more. Hyunsoo lets him get to it, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides, eyes focused on the door.
Sunny’s friend may not be Hyunsoo’s type but he is a professional and his skills at giving head are definitely top tier.
It starts out a little hesitant, a little slow, the guy trying to figure out what gets Hyunsoo going, what gets him hot, hips bucking involuntarily. Then he does something with his tongue and Hyunsoo just melts, going boneless and gasping as his cock slides deep into the warm velvet heat.
"Oh, fuck."
It hasn't been five minutes and he's about to come. That's just unacceptable. It's embarrassing. He pushes at the man's shoulder. "Stop. Just ease up a bit. Go slower."
The man pulls off with a pop. "Do you need some time?" he asks politely. Hyunsoo resists the urge to cuff him on the back of his head. The idea isn't to get off. Frankly, Hyunsoo’s forgotten what exactly he's meant to achieve with this little stunt except he wants to see the look on Jaeho’s face when he walks in.
"Alright. Can I request you just be less good at your job? I don’t wanna come."
Something flits across the man's face but after a moment he just shrugs and takes Hyunsoo back into his mouth. The blowjob gets considerably worse for which Hyunsoo is grateful. But you can only have so much stimulation on your dick without getting hard.
“Oh ah s-stop,” Hyunsoo pants, patting one shoulder awkwardly.
The door bangs open. Hyunsoo jerks up meeting Jaeho’s wide eyes, taking in the scene before him. The silence stretches thick and heavy lingering like the reverberations of a plucked note. Sweat rolls down Jaeho’s temple, hair tousled, chest heaving like he had run all the way over.
“Hyung -”
In three strides, Jaeho has crossed the room to rip Sunny’s friend away from Hyunsoo, drags him to his feet by the back of his collar and lands a solid punch into the man's stomach.
“Fuck,” yells Hyunsoo as the man hunches over, a thin whistle of air escapping from behind clenched teeth.
“Hyungnim,” gasps the man looking up, his face the colour of sour milk. “It’s me.”
“Oh, Taeyoung,” says Jaeho but recognition doesn’t stop him from dragging Taeyoung towards the door. “Nice to see you. Now, get the fuck out of here befoe I slice you open with a letter opener.”
“Everyone uses email these days -”
Jaeho kicks him hard enough the man nearly crashes into the opposite wall. But whether he rights his balance or fails, Hyunsoo will never know because the door slams shut immediately after,
Jaeho turns around.
He looks fucking pissed. It takes everything in Hyunsoo to remain sprawled loose-legged with his dick hanging out, meeting Jaeho’s glare.
“I didn’t realise you were into men,” Jaeho says, pacing slowly like a caged tiger.
“Surprise,” Hyunsoo says with a bright grin, full of bravado he doesn’t feel.
Jaeho doesn't laugh, those predatory eyes narrowing. He stills, the muscle in his jaw twitching then he looks away with a scoff. Hyunsoo’s about to ask him to share with the class when Jaeho starts laughing, high hyena laughter, shoulders and head shaking. Just as abruptly he stops, sobers and stares at Hyunsoo, eyes dark and so fucking hungry it makes Hyunsoo stmach clench in warning or in anticipation, he can’t tell.
"Look I didn’t mean -" The words die in his throat.
Jaeho is suddenly right in his face, hands twisting in the front of Hyunsoo’s shirt, hauling him forward so close they are nose to nose. Hyunsoo tries not to yelp when a knee jams between his legs, right against his balls, exerting enough force that it hurts.
"What the fuck do you think you’re doing?" Jaeho asks, voice dangerously soft.
Hyunsoo stares. He can't remember the last time Jaeho was angry at him. Was there ever one? Since the moment they’d met, he had only ever seen that banked fury directed at someone else. It's an odd feeling having all that potential for violence directed at him. Makes his skin itch, all his muscles locked in a fight or flight response, adrenaline and arousal surging, as sharp and piercing as a heated blade. He's fucking hard, balls drawn up tight despite the pain, cock red and leaking against Jaeho’s tailored slacks.
Hyunsoo swallows, digs his fingers into Jaeho’s wrists, pushes his heated face closer until their mouths are close to touching. “What am I doing?” he bites back, stares at the man above him full of hungry desire. “You're the one who started this.”
Too close. His pulse races, breaths mingling.
Jaeho drives their lips together, kisses Hyunsoo with such ferocity, it steals all the air from his lungs like a punch to the gut. He struggles instinctively, a cornered animal, but Jaeho doesn’t let up, rides the surge, rolling so he’s the one seated on the couch instead, Hyunsoo straddling him, knees braced on either side. He can feel Jaeho’s hard length rubbing against his ass, sending quivers of want trembling across his skin,
Grinding down and smothering a moan, Hyunsoo lets himself be devoured by one brutal kiss after another, tasting cigarettes and tea, face stinging from stubble. He’s kissed and been kissed by a lot of people. But not like this. Never like this. Without any proxy between them, no third person acting as a filter, Jaeho’s intensity is like a laser beam turning his insides into a swirling hot mess.
“F-fuck,” Hyunsoo gasps, tearing away from the kiss to shuck his jacket off. Jaeho growls, goes straight for his neck like the predator he is, biting painful bruising kisses down to his collarbones, hands roaming under Hyunsoo's shirt, over his back, his ribs. A thumb brushes his nipple, sends electricity shooting to his cock, back snapping into an arch. Lips captures his, tongue licking inside, frantic and filthy and toe-curling good, so good. Distracting enough to make Hyunsoo light-leaded with lust.
He pulls away again, breathing raggedly, tries to get Jaeho’s pants open. He’s never been interested in another man’s cock in his life but right now, he desperately wants to take Jaeho’s in hand. His own cock is hot and fat and dribbling come from its flushed tip. He’s barely had a moment to feel the weight of Jaeho, warm and pulsing, flushed red, before Jaeho is slapping his hands away, surges upwards with another one of those breath stealing kisses and takes them both one broad palm, squeezing.
“Oh… fuck.” Hyunsoo shivers, thighs clenching, eyes falling close.
“You’ve never been with a man.”
“N-no.” He doesn’t know why it matters at this point, not when he’s so turned on, he thinks he might combust before he comes.
Jaeho hums. His other hand slides down Hyunsoo’s sweaty back and into his pants, fingers digging into flesh, kneading his ass hard enough to leave bruises, encouraging Hyunsoo to move his hips,
"If I didn't like you so much, Hyunsoo, I'd fuck you raw," Jaeho breathes into his ear, nipping. "Force you to take all of me, carve my way inside. You'd probably cry. The pain would last for days. You wouldn’t be able to sit or shit without thinking about me."
Hyunsoo's whole body goes taut, nipples tight and brushing against the material of his shirt. He’s never been fucked, but even he knows it wouldn’t be pleasant dry. The promise of pain shouldn’t make him whimper with need. "That’s…ah fucked up," Hyunsoo whispers, cocks sliding together in Jaeho’s hand, rutting against him. He groans when he feels Jaeho's fingers skirting into and between his ass cheeks, down, down, digging into the place behind his balls, rubbing against -
Hyunsoo gasps. Rocks into Jaeho, arms looped around his shoulders for balance.
“You like that? You’re throbbing here.” Fingers press against his fluttering entrance - Jaeho tightens his grip on their cocks, precome easing the slide of his hand - the tip of one finger pushing in making Hyunsoo squirm, keening into Jaeho’s mouth. A heady mix of discomfort, fear and arousal building,
Everything bursts into white when he comes.
And comes.
Jaeho murmuring against the sweat slicked hollow of his throat, words Hyunsoo can’t make out, so high on bliss that the world has turned hazy and soft. He blinks dazedly back to earth, head nestled against Jaeho’s shoulder. The scent of his cologne and sweat soothing and undeniably male.
“Hyunsoo-ah,” Jaeho says. Something in his voice has Hyunsoo on alert, shifting to sit up. “It’s not polite to leave a man hanging.”
Hyunsoo follows his line of sight to the still hard dick covered in ropes of semen, flushed a deep red, the veins in stark relief. “Oh,” he licks his lips - they feel puffy and sore - gaze flitting to Jaeho’s expectant stare. “You didn’t…? Uh, what should I do?”
Jaeho’s kiss swollen lips quirk upwards, the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “Get down.”
Throat bobbing, Hyunsoo stares at the floor, then back at Jaeho just to be sure and slowly slides down until he’s between the V of Jaeho’s legs. His pants ride down further as he goes; he had forgotten to do them up but whatever. He’s a mess anyway. The couch squeaks as Jaeho moves to the edge of the seat, cock an inch from Hyunsoo’s face. It looks huge. He can’t believe he got excited at the thought of this thing spearing him in the ass. He doesn’t think he can even fit it into his mouth.
“Go on,” coos Jaeho, the bastard. “You had a little demonstration earlier. Show me what you have learned.”
“You were really holding back from not coming, huh?” Hyunsoo grits out. Jaeho’s cock is so red, it’s almost purple. “Must hurt.”
Jaeho smiles, teeth bared, eyes flashing. “For you, baby, I’d do anything.”
If Hyunsoo’s heart had been pounding earlier, now it was beating in the rapid rhythm of a small animal. It’s not that he’s scared. That’s ridiculous. He’s not scared of sucking dick. He just wasn’t mentally prepared. Didn’t think he would have to do this today. And he doesn’t think Jaeho would really force him to do something he didn’t want. He could just say no.
A hand slides into his hair, cradling his head gently. Hyunsoo glances up, meets Jaeho’s gaze and gives up, gives in, edges forward. His eyes flutter close as he kisses the tip of Jaeho’s wet cock, tasting himself, tasting Jaeho, salty, slightly bitter, musky. It’s not bad. Milder than he expected. Relaxing his jaw, Hyunsoo takes in a bit more, breathing through his nose.
The hand in his hair pets him with an irritatingly proprietary air. “Good boy,” Jaeho presses a thumb against the corner of his mouth, tracing the stretch of his lips. It’s the only warning Hyunsoo gets before his hips jerk against Hyunsoo’s mouth, forcing him to take more cock than he can handle; Jaeho chuckling breathlessly when Hyunsoo chokes and gags, fingers scratching at his thighs.
He scrapes his teeth warningly over sensitive skin but Jaeho just pants, hand rubbing up and back down Hyunsoo’s skull. “Yeah, use your teeth, just like that. That’s good.”
Fucker.
Hyunsoo groans, tears leaking from his eyes, struggling to adjust, to take it, gagging and breathless. Jaeho is hot and heavy on his tongue - and thick, filling his whole mouth, rubbing against the roof of his mouth, the head of his cock brushing the back of Hyunsoo’s throat. He tries to suck, cheeks hollowing but he can barely swallow, spit dripping down his chin. Jaeho eases up for a split second, tugs Hyunsoo’s back by his hair enough for him to gasp a mouthful of air before thrusting his hips. This time, Hyunsoo whines, muffled against the flesh in his mouth, goes pliant, and lets Jaeho set the pace.
He feels drunk; everything narrowed to the cock in his mouth, Jaeho’s hands on him. “Look at you,” Jaeho slurs. “You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to put you on your knees. Just like this.” Hyunsoo’s hips buck into air, cock dripping onto the floor, feeling feverish and maddened by Jaeho’s lust, feeding into his own. He palms his own cock, moans like a whore, blinking through tear clumped lashes, holding Jaeho’s wrecked gaze as the cock in his mouth hits the back of his throat and pushes deep - deeper; Hyunsoo's throat convulses, pulse fluttering, somehow that sends him right over the edge, spilling into his palm even as he chokes on Jaeho’s come.
He collapses onto the floor, still coughing, and spitting. Jaeho is laughing, flushed and breathless. “You okay, kid?”
“Mmmrgh,” is all Hyunsoo can manage, panting and gulping air like a goldfish, spread out on the floor. He can’t speak. His throat is fucked. And he thinks some spunk might have gotten into his nose.
The hardwood floor feels really good right now. His eyes drift shut before frowning at the frantic hammering on the door.
Somewhere on the couch, Jaeho shifts and straightens his clothes. Hyunsoo can hear the soft scuff of his shoes when he rises to his feet. A jacket is thrown over his head - his own jacket to be precise. “Wipe the worst of it off, Hyunsoo. There’s a spare change of clothes in my drawer.” He pauses. “Will you be okay?” Voice gentle.
“I’m good,” Hyunsoo croaks, giving him a thumbs up, head still covered by the soothing darkness of the jacket.
“Good.” A shoe nudges his calf. “Don’t ever do that again.”
Hyunsoo grunts in acknowledgement.
Jaeho crosses the room. “Yes, Byunggab, yes, I’m coming.” Opens the door to the panicked angry stammering of his friend.
“Jaeho-ah, what the hell? You can’t just leave like that - the fuck? The fuck is that? Is that a dead body? What the f -” The voices die down as the door closes.
Silence.
Hyunsoo does the best he can with his jacket, then fixes his clothes. He really needs a shower and a drink. Jaeho has some whiskey stashed somewhere, he's sure. But instead, he crawls back onto the couch, still smelling of sex and semen - and promptly falls asleep.
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"Hyung, I got you a surprise. Thought, maybe, we could have some fun together. "
The bedroom door swings open to reveal Taeyoung handcuffed to the bed, blindfolded and naked.
"... Hyunsoo-ah, this guy really isn't my type."
"But doesn't he have a face you just wanna bully?"
"Yeah… but not in a sexy way."
"Oh… uh, shit. He’s not my type either, to be honest. I did pay for him though."
"Hey, I can fucking hear you. Just because I can't see doesn't mean I've gone deaf."
The door closes.
"Guys?"