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The room was too hot.
Sweat dripped down the small of San's back as he thrusted into his latest hook-up. Their heels dug uncomfortably into his shoulders, and their high-pitched squeaking moans had been getting on San's nerves the entire time. Honestly, he had no idea how he was still hard enough to be fucking the guy under him.
"I'm gonna cum," the bottom announced in the same squeaky voice that he was moaning in.
San's hand reached down to robotically jerk the other man's cock a few times until he was cumming all over San's fist and his own stomach. San fucked into him gently as he came down from his orgasm. Even if he wasn't into the sex, San was still going to be a good partner. He pulled out and peeled the condom off of his cock before he tied it off and tossed it in the trash that was conveniently by the bed.
"What about you?"
San flashed him a winning smile, "it was all about you."
"Maybe next time we can make it about you," the man smiled back at him.
"Maybe," San nodded as he backed off the bed and started to grab his clothes.
The right thing to do would have been helping the man clean up, but San hadn’t even bothered to learn his name. It felt like they were beyond simple pleasantries.
"That maybe sounds like a no," the man said from the bed.
San shrugged at him as he pulled his pants on, "it's nothing personal."
"I'm going to take you not cumming personally," the man frowned.
"I'm just a little too in my head tonight," San answered. It was close enough to the truth.
The man rolled over onto his stomach, and arched his back slightly, "well, I had fun so if you want to try again with a clearer head."
It was tempting, but not what San wanted. Sure, he could pretend the man was someone else, but he couldn’t block out those terrible moans, and he’d still be the one in charge.
"I'm good," San answered before he pulled his shirt on. "I'll see myself out."
Once he was outside San pulled his phone out to check the time. It wasn't even ten yet. With a sigh, he headed towards the nearest subway station. He had two options, he could try a different bar, or he could head home. The promise of a quiet apartment and his favorite cam boy was the only motivation he needed to head home.
San knew that he was the issue with his most recent hook up. He was a good top, but that wasn't all he wanted out of sex. Sometimes, most of the time, he wanted to be fucked. Lately he had even found himself dreaming about not being in charge. Right now, he'd be fine with topping if the bottom was in charge. San wanted to be pushed around, he wanted to be told what to do, and he wanted to feel embarrassed and used when they were done with him.
No one looked at him that way, not anymore.
When he was younger, before he started going to the gym, all his partners had taken charge. They had very eagerly fucked him into any surface that they could press him against. Now that he had bulked up no one was willing to do the work. They all wanted to be pressed under him, not the other way around.
Once he reached his stop San trudged up the station stairs and was thankful, as always, that his apartment wasn't too far away. He pressed the button to open the lobby door and headed right to the elevator. Maybe he would order some food and make it a nice Friday night in for himself. The elevator dinged when it hit the eighth floor, and San stepped off with a small smile on his face. He could save this night.
The moment he opened his door the smile on his face fell. The entryway had a clear view of the living room couch which was currently occupied by his roommate's boyfriend. Hongjoong was nude and spread out looking freshly fucked. It was the exact position that San wanted to be in.
"Give us like five minutes," Seonghwa said without any shame as he came into view holding a wet towel.
"Hi San," Hongjoong waved weakly.
"Stop fucking on the couch," San grumbled as he headed towards his bedroom.
He changed into more comfortable clothes slowly and deliberately to give the couple more time to recover. They had been together over a year and San was used to finding them in compromising positions. Lately, he had been wondering when Seonghwa was going to ask him to move out. The couple deserved their space, and San deserved time alone with his toys and his hand. Time he wasn't going to be getting that evening.
"We got you food," Seonghwa's voice carried through the apartment.
San laughed and finally exited his room. He shuffled back to the living room and was surprised by Hongjoong's lack of shame. He was just sitting with his legs crossed on the couch sipping at a bottle of water. If it were him, he’d be a blushing mess hiding in his room.
"We got chicken," Seonghwa stated. "Did you not find someone at the bar?"
San flopped down onto the single chair in the corner of the room and looked at Seonghwa sadly, "I did but I didn't even get off."
"That sucks," Hongjoong chimed in.
"He had these high-pitched whine moans that I'm sure are great if you're into that kind of thing but I wasn't. And his heels were so bony," San took a breath. "Plus, the apartment was like a sauna. I was sweating so much."
"A lot of sweat can be hot though," Hongjoong pointed out before he looked at Seonghwa.
"Well, it wasn't," San stated with a straight face. He didn’t mind catching Hongjoong and Seonghwa in compromising positions every so often, but he didn’t want any details about their sex life. He already knew Seonghwa was sweaty from when they’d go running. He didn’t need or want to think about it in other circumstances.
"Maybe you should be dating and not just hooking up," Seonghwa offered as he sat down next to Hongjoong. “It’ll be easier to find someone that’s into the same stuff as you.”
"I don't want to date," San grumbled. "I just want to get fucked."
Seonghwa's eyebrows went up, "you what?"
"This isn't new information," San threw his hands up. "I want to get fucked, and I’d rather not be in control the whole time."
"Oh?" Seonghwa blinked and looked over to Hongjoong.
Their eyes met and Hongjoong nodded, “Wooyoung.”
"That's what I was thinking," Seonghwa smiled.
"I said no dating," San interrupted.
"It's not for a date," Hongjoong answered. "He's a friend of mine. He does some pro Dom stuff."
"That’s great for him,” San made a face.
“It’s a good solution,” Seonghwa nodded.
"I don't think I'm frustrated enough to pay for it yet," San whined.
Seonghwa made a face, “you could go back on Yeosang’s stream and just do what the chat tells you to.”
San could feel his face starting to heat up, “I don’t think I want to do that again.”
The last time, the chat had been filled with some of the dirtiest things he had ever seen. They had all wanted him, and most of them wanted to see him crying for more cock.
"Youngie might not even be charging that much right now. I'll ask," Hongjoong reached for his phone.
"Don't ask anyone anything," San sat up panicked.
"Too late," Hongjoong grinned and showed San his phone.
Seonghwa let out a little giggle, "this is perfect. You'll love him Sannie."
San groaned in reply.
"He's a little smaller than you, but very handsome and strong. Plus, he has really nice hands," Hongjoong added.
"Oh?" Seonghwa raised his eyebrows.
"Don't be like that," Hongjoong went to say more, but his phone chimed. "Good news, he’s willing to give you a discounted rate. I'll give him your number."
The doorbell rang before San could say anything. He watched helplessly as Seonghwa stood up, and nearly jumped off the chair when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. There was no way this Wooyoung guy was already messaging him.
"He texted you," Hongjoong smiled. "You're welcome in advance. I think you two will get along."
Seonghwa dropped the bag of chicken he had just retrieved on the coffee table, "now that that's settled what do you want to watch?"
-.-
It took San two days to reply to the text message from Wooyoung. At the beginning, he didn't think he needed an actual Dom, but he wasn't close-minded enough to think that all Doms were hardcore sadists. Then again, he wouldn't mind a little pain. There was also the issue of paying for it. He wasn’t against the idea he just wasn’t sure it was for him. San knew that when he went out, he could pick up anyone he wanted to, but that hadn’t been ending well for him. Maybe he did need some professional help.
By Monday San found himself on a break from work blinking down at his phone. After taking a deep breath he started to type and then erase several replies to Wooyoung's message.
Wooyoung
hi its wooyoung joongie said you might want some help i need to meet up with u to see if its going to work
Finally, San gave up and typed in the first thing that came to mind.
San
hi sure thats fine
San quickly locked his phone and plopped it face down on the table he was sitting at. The last thing he wanted to do was stare at the message and hope for those three little dots to appear. San just wanted to get off, and if this guy was hot enough he was going to do just that. His phone buzzed on the table and San went to grab it embarrassingly fast.
Wooyoung
is tonight good i have work but I can meet after
San looked up and around the break room in his office trying to make a decision. He could put this off for a few more days but he knew that he’d chicken out if he did that.
San
where
Wooyoung
i dont know where you are but theres a coffee shop called flowers that we can meet at
San groaned at the message. The café was close to his apartment, he had just never gone in there before.
San
sure
Wooyoung
ill see you @6
San went to set his phone down and frowned as he froze midway. He didn't know what Wooyoung looked like.
San
how will you know who i am
Wooyoung
Joongie sent a pic when he asked me to help you out
San blinked at his phone, of course Hongjoong had sent a picture.
San
k 6 works for me
San continued to look at his phone even after the screen went dark. He was running out of time for his lunch break, but he couldn't move yet. Did he really just make an appointment to talk about a potential BDSM scene?
Wooyoung had already seen him, so that must have meant he thought San was attractive. Was Wooyoung attractive? In San's experience, most of the loudly dominant men he had met weren't exactly his type looks wise. Then again it didn't really make sense for Seonghwa and Hongjoong to suggest someone that he wouldn't be attracted to.
Before San really knew what was happening his workday had ended and he was walking down the street he lived on and towards the brightly colored neon sign that said Flowers. He normally walked right by the building without giving it a second thought. His preferred coffee shop was closer to his work and less lavishly decorated. Flowers clearly had a lush garden theme, but San wasn’t a teenager who needed to take aesthetic selfies. He just wanted caffeine.
San pressed the button to open the door and stepped in. There was a vague floral scent that wasn't too overpowering, and all of the walls were covered with some kind of fake green moss. He didn't know where to look first and his eyes traveled over the neon signs that dotted the walls to the back wall. It was completely covered in artistically placed flowers. Finally, San looked behind the counter to see two taller-than-average men with a shorter man. San watched as they moved around each other fluidly, making drinks for the line of customers.
San froze not knowing if he should order something or not.
"San?"
His head snapped up to look in the direction that the voice was coming from. A man a little shorter than him was exiting from the backroom, his apron still on.
"Yes?"
"Hi I'm Wooyoung," the man smiled.
Oh... oh.
San's eyes went wide for a second before he trained his face back into a more neutral expression. There was no way this could be the guy. He didn’t look dominant at all.
"Are you okay?" Wooyoung asked as he cocked his head to the side slightly.
"Yes," San nodded firmly as his eyes locked onto the mole under Wooyoung's eye.
"You don't need to be nervous. This isn't like a blind date or anything," Wooyoung laughed. "Do you want a drink?"
"Sure," San nodded.
"Okay go sit," Wooyoung laughed again, and San couldn't help but think about how much he liked the other man's smile as he obediently sat down at the nearest table.
San watched quietly as Wooyoung disappeared behind the counter. The two taller men appeared to be teasing Wooyoung while he made their drinks. San couldn't help but remember what Hongjoong said about Wooyoung's hands, and yeah, he could easily imagine those hands on him, digging into his hips or wrapped around his neck if that was something Wooyoung was into.
"Here you go," Wooyoung seemed to appear from nowhere as he set a cup down in front of San.
"You didn't ask me what I wanted," San pouted slightly as he looked down at the cup. "I don't like caffeine this late."
"It's hot chocolate," Wooyoung said as he sat down. "Just a treat after work. Did you want anything to eat?"
"I can wait, my roommate normally cooks for me," San looked up and finally met Wooyoung's eyes.
"Seonghwa hyung," Wooyoung smiled brightly. "I can't believe him and Hongjoong haven't kicked you out yet."
San couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out of him, "me either. They fuck all over the house I think they're hoping I'll just leave."
"Speaking of fucking," Wooyoung shifted in his seat.
There was no way that Wooyoung could fuck him the way he wanted, but San was more than willing to try anyway. He could picture Wooyoung as a bossy bottom, and that would be more than enough.
"Yeah, what's up with meeting at your work?" San looked around.
"Safety always comes first, and we needed to make sure that you found me acceptable before we moved forward. If you don't that's fine, you can finish your drink and head out," Wooyoung shrugged and lifted his cup to his mouth.
San wanted to scream. Of course, Wooyoung was acceptable. The mole under his eye had been taunting San since he first noticed it, and he had finally noticed the mole hidden on Wooyoung's bottom lip. Even if this guy couldn’t fuck him, San would gladly spend a night with him.
"Yeah you're fine," San shrugged back.
"Fine?" Wooyoung's eyebrows lifted as an amused look took over his face.
"You're attractive," San amended as he looked down at the table. He didn't usually flounder like this when it came to flirting.
"Thank you," Wooyoung answered. "You are too."
"You already saw my picture," San picked up his cup but didn't drink out of it.
"I was just being nice," Wooyoung shook his head. "If I wasn't attracted to you, I would have said no when Hongjoong asked."
"Right," San nodded. "thank you?"
"You're welcome," Wooyoung smiled. "Good to know you have manners."
San frowned, but then he remembered who Wooyoung was claiming to be, this was apparently a professional Dom sitting across from him.
"I have amazing manners," San sat up a little straighter.
Wooyoung smirked and San's stomach dropped.
"Did you want me to tell you that you're a good boy?" Wooyoung teased.
San felt his face heat up, no one had said something like that to him in a long time.
"No," he managed to mumble out and Wooyoung's smile only got brighter. "You have a nice smile," San blurted out without thinking. He wanted to cover his mouth with his hand but settled for finally bringing his cup to his lips.
Wooyoung's smile, somehow, got a little bit bigger, "thanks, but we're not really here for flirting."
That was right, San didn't want to date, this was about sex.
Why hadn’t he ever thought to go into this coffee shop before? Even the three men behind the counter were unusually attractive. It was apparently the perfect place to pick up a cute boy, and he could have encountered Wooyoung sooner.
“So, I charge ₩700000 a session but I’ll give you a discount because you’re friends with the hyungs. It’ll be ₩500000 for a session, and the cost of getting tested will come out of the first payment. Our first session for negotiations will be ₩300000.” Wooyoung waved his hand as he talked.
“Isn’t this negotiations?” San blinked.
Wooyoung laughed, “no. This is us making sure it’s going to work out.”
“Right,” San nodded. “Okay.”
San could afford the cost, but he didn’t know if Wooyoung was going to be worth it.
“When I deal with experienced submissives I normally give them the checklist and we go over it before the first scene. With inexperienced submissives I like to do it together and end with a small scene to make sure the dynamic is going to work.” Wooyoung set his drink down.
“Like a test,” San frowned.
“No,” Wooyoung shook his head and looked around. “More like inexperienced Subs get really horny when they do checklists and getting them off is a good way to establish the dynamic.”
“Oh,” San dipped his head and looked at the table.
A group of teenage girls had started to take pictures with the neon sign that was closest to their table. San looked up when they got a little too loud and noticed two of them sneaking looks at him and Wooyoung. He just hoped they’d be too shy to walk over.
“Are the payments okay with you?” Wooyoung questioned.
“Yes, but I can’t believe people pay you that much,” San looked at him amazed.
“They do,” Wooyoung laughed. “It paid for business school and my apartment.”
“Have you been doing this a long time?” San asked of out genuine curiosity.
Wooyoung nodded, “I’ve always been into kinky sex, but when I was in my early 20’s I realized I liked to Dom and joined the kink scene then in my mid 20’s I started to charge for my services.”
“How do you know Hongjoong?” San asked without thinking.
“Now, I can’t tell you that,” Wooyoung grinned.
San just blinked at Wooyoung. He still didn’t understand how this guy was dominant. Wooyoung seemed carefree, and not as serious as San assumed every dominant should be.
“That must make it hard to date,” San said absently as he focused on his drink.
“I’m not looking to find love doing this. It’s a job, sometimes I get something out of it too and that’s cool, but I’m mostly providing a service,” Wooyoung stated firmly.
“I don’t want to date right now,” San shrugged. “My hook ups were all going badly, and Hongjoong suggested you.”
Wooyoung nodded in acknowledgement, “so I don’t do total power exchange or anything twenty-four seven. I don’t have the time for that,” Wooyoung started.
San nodded.
“My rule has always been if we’re alone we’ll be in scene, and you will be good. I don’t mind a little push back, but I don’t like brats.” Wooyoung took another sip of his drink.
“Okay,” San nodded.
“What are you limits?” Wooyoung asked seriously.
“I just don’t want to have to think,” San shrugged. “I’ve been doing everything for so long that I just want to do what someone else says for once.”
“I can help you with that,” Wooyoung nodded. “But what are your limits?”
“I don’t know, don’t turn into some psycho that murders me,” San blinked at him.
Wooyoung let out a loud, almost annoying, laugh and San felt his heart clench.
“You need to give me something,” Wooyoung laughed a little more.
“Fine,” San crossed his arms. “No marks that I can’t hide the next day, no extreme pain. I don’t want a parent or a caretaker. I just want someone to tie me up and boss me around a little.”
“Okay,” Wooyoung nodded. “I’m okay with moving onto negotiations if you want. All scenes will be at my house. You’re free to text Seonghwa or Hongjoong where you are and what you’re doing if that’ll help you feel safe.”
“I trust you,” San shrugged, and pulled his phone out.
“Am I that boring?” Wooyoung teased.
“I’m trying to send you money,” San rolled his eyes. “What’s your KakaoPay. Can we do the negotiations tomorrow?”
Wooyoung plucked San’s phone out of his hands, “day after tomorrow at the same time. You can meet me here and we’ll walk to my apartment.”
“Okay,” San nodded and took the last sip of his drink.
“I guess I’ll see you in two days,” Wooyoung handed San back his phone and took his empty cup.
“Yeah,” San nodded and stood.
He made sure to transfer the money to Wooyoung before he left the building.
-.-
Two days was enough time for San to talk himself out of meeting up with Wooyoung and then talk himself back into it. It wasn’t really a hard choice to make, but San was known to overthink things, and sometimes he had issues going with the flow. In his daily life he liked to have all the details covered and be the one to dictate what was going to happen and when. It was one of the things that drove him to becoming a manager at his job.
San liked control. Until now the idea of letting go so fully was just something that lived in the back of his brain. Now he had Wooyoung who was there, under the neon Flowers sign, willing and ready to take his control away.
“I live close by,” Wooyoung commented as soon as San was close enough to hear him.
“Me too,” San said on reflex.
Wooyoung nodded, “good. It’ll be easy to get you home after scenes.”
“Right,” San nodded as they turned and started to walk to Wooyoung’s apartment.
“So, you’ve really never done something like this before,” Wooyoung turned his head slightly to look at San.
“No,” San looked down. “The kinkiest thing I’ve ever done is jerk off for my friend’s cam boy page when he was sick.”
“Oh?” Wooyoung seemed genuinely interested.
San let himself smile, “yeah, it was no face just my neck down. He was really sick and panicked so I just kind of sat in a chair in his recording room and went for it.”
“Did you get to read the comments?” Wooyoung asked as he turned down a side street.
“Yeah,” San breathed out. He still thought about some of the comments sometimes. “They went wild when I pulled out a dildo.”
“So, you bottom?” Wooyoung looked back at San again.
“Yeah,” San nodded. “Isn’t that the point of this?”
Wooyoung laughed, “No, I switch. Preference doesn’t dictate who’s in charge, but good to know you’d rather bottom.”
“Right,” San huffed out.
“Also, if you’re comfortable with it I’d love to watch that video of you,” Wooyoung smiled. “It sounds fun.”
“Fun?” San frowned as they stopped in front of an apartment building.
Wooyoung rolled his eyes at San, “it sounds like it would get my dick hard. Is that better?”
“Oh,” San’s mouth dropped open in surprise.
“Are you okay?” Wooyoung nudged him with his shoulder. “You look like a deer who’s about to run.”
San wanted to argue but all he could really do was close his mouth and shrug.
“Thought so,” Wooyoung hummed as they walked into the building. “Do you mind noodles for dinner? There’s a great Vietnamese place nearby.”
San nodded as they got on the elevator, “I love that place.”
“Cool,” Wooyoung pulled out his phone and began to tap at the screen. “I find negotiations are easier with food. No alcohol though. That’s my biggest rule. You will never show up under the influence of anything. The only altered state of mind that you’re allowed is subspace.”
San wanted to laugh at that. There was no way this man was going to get him into any kind of head space.
“Do you understand?” Wooyoung added.
“Yes,” San nodded as they stopped in front of a door.
Wooyoung didn’t answer, he just punched in the code to get into his apartment and opened the door. They both took their shoes off in silence and San followed Wooyoung into his living room. The apartment wasn’t all that different from his own, though the layout was slightly different.
“Let me change and grab my iPad, you can get comfortable,” Wooyoung gestured to his couch.
San plopped down and without thinking grabbed his phone. He sent Seonghwa a quick text to let him know that he made it to Wooyoung’s apartment and that they were starting. Seonghwa replied immediately with a thumbs up emoji and San put his phone away and focused on the white fibers of Wooyoung’s rug.
“You do not look comfortable,” Wooyoung laughed.
San looked up form where he was looking at Wooyoung’s white rug. Wooyoung was wearing an oversized black tee-shirt and an oversized pair of ripped jeans. He looked like any other young guy on the street. He wasn’t exactly giving off Master vibes.
“Here,” Wooyoung held out the iPad. “It’s a checklist. I want you to fill it out, gut reactions only. Then we can talk about the stuff you want to try the most and if it matches up with what I’m into.”
“Okay,” San nodded.
Wooyoung and sat next to San so he could explain how to fill the list out, “it’s super simple. The first column is the kink, then you rate how willing you are to engage in that kink. It’s a scale of one to five with five being the most willing. Next, you’ll mark if you’ve done it before, and the last column is if it’s a hard limit. I’ll be here if you have questions.”
“You’re just going to watch me?” San blinked at him.
“You’ll have questions,” Wooyoung laughed.
San looked at the iPad and let out a groan before he looked up at Wooyoung, “arm sleeves?”
Wooyoung let out a delighted laugh and held his arms together, “it’s just what it sounds like.”
San tried his best to not get embarrassed and marked it with a three and that he’s never tried it before. He moved down the list and tried to keep his reactions neutral as he marked off fives for all of the bondage section except for multiday. When he got to breast/chest bondage he felt his face heat up. That was when Wooyoung chose to lean over to look at what category he was on.
“Enthusiastically into bondage,” Wooyoung said with a smile. “Noted.”
San knew he was completely fucked.
“Why are there five kinds of gags?”
“Because people are creative,” Wooyoung answered with a laugh. “Are you also into those?”
“I guess,” San quietly marked four for everything but tape. That just sounded messy and more painful than he wanted.
When he got to spreader bars his face heated up again. San had seen that kind of bondage in porn before and he couldn’t imagine being held open like that. Wooyoung would be able to see every inch of his exposed body, and he wouldn’t be able to do anything but take what was given to him.
There was a knock on the door and San jumped before his eyes went to Wooyoung next to him. Wooyoung stood with a smile and reached down to pat San’s head.
“So focused,” Wooyoung mumbled quietly.
San did his best to not feel embarrassed. He buried his face in the iPad and tried not to groan at the next category. His eyes dragged from collars to corsets, and he really let himself think about if he would like the things listed. Would a collar be something he was really into? Did he want to feel like he belonged to a stranger? Would he look pretty in a corset? San marked three on both items and continued to work his way down the list.
“Here you go,” Wooyoung set down a bowl and a set of chop sticks on the coffee table in front of San.
“Isn’t following orders and force nudity a given?” San pointed at the iPad and looked at Wooyoung seriously.
“People do scenes without nudity and sex, even without being ordered around,” Wooyoung took a breath. “I’m not sure if I’d be the best at those though.”
San quickly marked those down as a one before he moved on. He marked kneeling as a five and kept reading before his imagination got the best of him. The next high mark was a four for orgasm control and denial. If he was going to be with a professional, he might as well be completely honest and get what he wanted out of their interactions.
“You should eat,” Wooyoung said breaking San’s thought process. “At least a little.”
“Okay,” San nodded, and he set down the ipad and picked up the bowl.
“Do you mind if I look?” Wooyoung questioned.
San shook his head no as he shoveled some of the noodles into his mouth. This should have been much more awkward than it was. He was sitting in a stranger’s apartment being painfully honest with himself about the kinks he was into. It didn’t feel weird though, it was just Wooyoung’s job.
“Looks good so far,” Wooyoung handed the iPad back to him. “I’m interested to see what your answers are for impact play.”
San laughed, “you’re giving yourself away.”
“We do need to match up enough for me to come up with scenes,” Wooyoung pointed out. “What I’m into isn’t going to be a secret.”
San nodded and set his bowl back down to continue with the list. Breath control and choking were his next fives. It was quickly followed by a five for humiliation and verbal humiliation.
“What does it mean by inspection,” San asked quietly.
Wooyoung smiled brightly, “that’s my favorite first scene to do with people.”
“Inspecting for something wrong?” San pouted.
“No,” Wooyoung shook his head. “Like inspecting a new toy.”
“Oh,” San couldn’t help the way his cheeks burned as he marked that as another five.
The next section was impact play and San could tell that Wooyoung was looking at the iPad by the way that he was leaning forward. San marked down a quick set of fives for soft beating, biting, caning, and face slapping. Then he wrote six for over the knee spanking with his cheeks so warm he knew Wooyoung could see how embarrassed he was about it.
“Six isn’t an option,” Wooyoung stated simply around a mouthful of food.
Of course Wooyoung was forcing him to talk about it, “it’s just something I really want to do.”
“Then that’s a five,” Wooyoung paused. “Fix it.”
San swallowed hard and changed the six to a five before he moved on. Cock slapping and paddles were marked with a four before he moved onto the next section. Blindfolds and hair pulling were his next two fives followed by vibrator on genitals before he got to the next category which was titled Sexual Play.
“Oh god,” San groaned.
“Hum?” Wooyoung hummed as he leaned over and looked down. “That’s all basic stuff. Eat some more if you need a little break.”
“Okay,” San nodded, and his eyes went from the iPad to his bowl. Just like before Wooyoung paused to go over his list.
“It looks like you’re into bondage, rough play, and edging with some humiliation thrown in. Is that right?” Wooyoung looked at San expectantly.
San just nodded as he chewed on his mouth full of noodles. Wooyoung smiled, but let him finish eating without any further teasing. San tried his best to clear his thoughts as he finished his noodles. He was admittedly half hard from allowing his imagination to run away from him on so many of the items. When he was done eating, he looked to Wooyoung for guidance on what to do with the bowl.
“Here,” Wooyoung took the bowl from San and stood up.
Once Wooyoung was out of the room San let out a breath and quickly marked anal plugs and anal play as a five as well as rimming. Anal sex, cock worship, and dildoes were his next fives and his stomach churned with arousal. Right now, San wanted to be at home, locked in his room playing with his toys, not at some stranger’s house thinking about them.
Another wave of arousal went through him and San realized that he was now completely hard and he tried his best to adjust himself before Wooyoung came back into the room. San finished the rest of the list as quickly as he could, he wanted to have it done before Wooyoung came back into the room.
Wooyoung finally walked back into the living room and his eyes went down to the crotch of San’s dress pants before they went to his face.
“All done?” Wooyoung questioned.
“Yes,” San nodded.
Wooyoung sat down on the coffee table in front of San and flashed him a smile before he licked over his lips, “from what I saw our kinks and limits match up well. I’ll send you a copy of my checklist and yours. They’re in a google doc so you can update it if things change, just let me know.”
“Okay,” San nodded.
“Did you want to move forward with this?” Wooyoung dipped his head when San tried to look away from his eyes.
“Yes,” San nodded again. “I do.”
“Okay,” Wooyoung smiled and leaned forward. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes,” San breathed out. He suddenly felt like he couldn’t catch his breath.
Wooyoung’s hands went to his thighs, “I know you’re hard, but if you want me to help you with that you need to listen to me.”
“Okay,” San nodded. His head was spinning, they were going to start now?
“I exclusively use the traffic light system. Green means go, yellow means slow down and red means stop. Do you understand?” Wooyoung questioned.
“Yes,” San nodded and Wooyoung’s fingers dug into this thighs uncomfortably.
“When we do a scene where you can’t speak we’ll go over what gestures will work, but for now the colors will be fine,” Wooyoung continued. “You can just call me Wooyoung for now. I know I need to ease you into things. This is going to be a trial to see if this dynamic works for you because you’ve never done this before. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” San repeated his eyes locked onto Wooyoung’s hands.
“Look at me and tell me what you understand,” Wooyoung said as he dug his hands into San’s thighs hard enough to leave marks if he didn’t loosen his grip soon.
San hissed at the pain, but his cock jerked in his pants. He struggled to meet Wooyoung’s eyes, but he found nothing but patience and encouragement once he did, “I understand that we’re using the color system. You’re Wooyoung, and this is a trial to see if the dynamic works.”
“So good,” Wooyoung cooed. “Do you consent to me touching your cock?”
“Please touch my cock,” San shifted his hips forward to the edge of the couch.
Wooyoung laughed at the action and a pleasant shame burned through San’s chest.
“You were right, you do have good manners,” Wooyoung commented with the same level of humor on his face as he let go of San’s thighs. “Take your cock out.”
San frowned, “you do it.”
“Oh no,” Wooyoung leaned further into San’s personal space. “I don’t put up with brats San, I only deal with good boys. Now, if you want to continue, take your cock out.”
San closed his eyes and moved his hands to the waist of his pants with shaking fingers. He popped the button and pulled down the zipper sighing from the instant relief. His eyes opened and he was surprised to see Wooyoung looking at his face not his crotch. San breathed out before he reached into his pants and pulled his cock out through the slit in his briefs.
“That’s a good boy,” Wooyoung said as his hands went back to San’s thighs. It was torture to have them so close to his cock.
“What do I do now?” San asked quietly.
“Practice patience,” Wooyoung answered in a teasing voice.
Wooyoung clearly didn’t deal with brats because he was one himself.
San let out a frustrated noise, but he bit his lip when Wooyoung shot him a serious look. He watched eagerly as Wooyoung dug his hand into one of his pockets before he pulled a condom out. The condom was the last thing that San wanted on him, but he knew that he needed to respect that boundary.
“Are you allergic to latex?” Wooyoung asked.
“No,” San shook his head once.
“Then I’m going to put this on you,” Wooyoung said as he tore the package open.
San’s cock twitched as it came into contact with the cool, slick, latex. He was desperate for any kind of real contact as Wooyoung rolled the condom down his length. Thankfully Wooyoung wasted no time and wrapped his hand around San’s cock. Once his index finger and thumb connected Wooyoung began stroking San in long loose strokes.
“So good Sannie,” Wooyoung cooed at him.
San wanted to laugh. He didn’t feel good. His hands were clutching the edge of the cushion he was sitting on so tightly that his knuckles were red, and his hips were raised enough that his ass was hardly on the couch. He was so close, but Wooyoung wasn’t giving him what he needed. San let out a frustrated grunt as he tried to figure out what Wooyoung needed from him.
“Please,” he tried.
Wooyoung just laughed at him.
San let out a frustrated noise and thrusted his hips up.
Wooyoung let go of his cock and sat back.
“No no no,” San chanted but he didn’t move his hands from where they were clutching the cushion. He knew that wouldn’t be good.
“Oh, so you know what you did wrong,” Wooyoung shook his head. “I’m in control here San. If that’s not what you want you can go. What’s your color?”
“Green,” San breathed out before he gave Wooyoung a pitiful look. “Please.”
“Do you always get worked up this easily?” Wooyoung asked as he brought his hand back to San’s cock.
“No,” San shook his head and moaned. “Never.”
“Interesting,” Wooyoung answered and tightened his grip.
San didn’t bother to reply, he squeezed his eyes closed and did his best to not move his hips. Wooyoung’s grip was tighter than before, but it still wasn’t enough to push him over the edge. He needed more, but he didn’t know if he could ask for it.
“Wooyoung,” San breathed out.
“Yes San?” Wooyoung leaned in and rested his forehead against San’s.
“More, please,” San asked as sweetly as he could manage.
Wooyoung’s free hand came up behind his head and tangled in San’s hair. He tugged gently as he sped up the hand that was on San’s cock. He twisted his wrist on the downstroke and San couldn’t help the involuntary twitch in his leg. He was so close.
“Cum when you want to,” Wooyoung whispered.
San let out a moan and nodded his head against Wooyoung’s. It only took a few more strokes before he was cumming into the condom.
“Good boy,” Wooyoung said softly before he kissed both of San’s cheeks and then his forehead.
San let his body flop back against the couch. Wooyoung rubbed his thighs as his breathing slowed down. Once San opened his eyes again Wooyoung smiled at him.
“I’ll be right back,” Wooyoung stood from where he was sitting on the coffee table and disappeared back into the apartment.
San had no time to really think about what just happened, because just as quickly as he had left Wooyoung reappeared holding a small wet towel.
“I forgot to ask, but are you okay with kissing?” Wooyoung asked as he gently pulled the condom off of San’s softening cock.
“You kiss?” San looked at him surprised.
“I like kisses,” Wooyoung said in a cute voice with a pout on his lips.
“Okay,” San nodded. “I like kisses too.”
San was quickly realizing that he wasn’t ever going to be able to tell Wooyoung no.
“You’re going to need a shower,” Wooyoung commented as he wiped off San’s cock with the warm towel. “But at least you didn’t cum all over your dress shirt.”
San wanted to ask if he gave all of his clients a preview, or if that was something special for him. It was too early to be forming any kind of feelings though. The man in front of him was just a Dom for hire. It didn’t matter that he was tucking San back into his pants with care. San wasn’t special.
“So,” Wooyoung wrapped the condom up in the towel and set it on the coffee table. “Is this something you want to keep doing?”
“Yes,” San nodded firmly.
“Cool,” Wooyoung smiled. “I’ll write up a contract. It’s more for safety, it’s not actually legally binding but if things go sideways, it can be used in court. We can go over it before the next scene, which like I said earlier will be an inspection.”
“You like to inspect your new toys,” San said absently.
“That’s right,” Wooyoung’ wiggled a little, he was clearly excited. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a new sub.”
Sub, submissive, that’s what San was now. He didn’t know how he felt about the title, but he was willing to do whatever it took to get Wooyoung’s hands back on his body.
“It’s okay,” Wooyoung said in a more serious tone. “Being submissive doesn’t hurt your masculinity or anything.”
“I know,” San said firmly. “I just think if people looked at us they’d guess this was the other way around.”
“But it’s not is it,” Wooyoung laughed. “You weren’t perfect, but I can’t wait to get you there.”
“Get me where?” San sat up and looked at him confused.
Wooyoung smiled, “I’m going to train you to be so perfect for me.”
That was another thing that San didn’t really understand. He needed training? Right now, he wasn’t willing to ask Wooyoung what that meant, but it didn’t really matter anyway. San knew he was willing to do whatever Wooyoung wanted.
“Once we get our tests back we can start,” Wooyoung pulled out his phone and looked at the calendar. “There is a clinic that’s close to here that’ll get the results back in two days. If it works for you we can do a scene once a week on Saturday nights? Does that work for you?”
“Okay,” San nodded. “Just send me the address of the clinic.”
“I will and I’ll send you my KakaoPay for the payments. I expect to be paid before scenes not after,” Wooyoung added in.
San tried his best to not look crestfallen at the statement, he had almost forgotten that this was just a business exchange.
“It’s getting late, you should head home,” Wooyoung smiled softly. “I guess I’ll see you in a few days.”
“Yeah,” San nodded and stood up.
“I think this is going to be a lot of fun,” Wooyoung commented as he walked San back over to his shoes.
“I think so too,” San answered with a smile.