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The mellow music playing in the background would probably have had a calming effect on most patients. Jeongguk, on the other hand, was becoming more agitated by the second. The monotonous jingle was a constant reminder that he was in a doctor’s office, even when he squeezed his eyes shut to block out the oppressively bland walls that were surrounding him. The coarse, shapeless hospital gown that scratched uncomfortably against his bare skin also didn’t help to distract him as he stood in the small cubicle and waited with fidgeting fingers for Dr. Park. At least it was one of those modern gowns that could be folded over and tied at the front, and not the old-fashioned ones whereby his entire rear would be exposed.
His heart was pounding so rapidly that he was contemplating getting dressed again and hurrying out to avoid the embarrassment of having to reveal his “issue” when a gentle voice finally called him through the speakers. “You can come in now, Mr. Jeon.”
With his eyes still closed, Jeongguk took a deep breath. It was too late to turn back now. Head bowed, Adam’s apple bobbing nervously, he slowly stepped into the consulting room.
Like the rest of the urology clinic, this room was spotlessly clean and appeared rather cold, despite two of the walls being painted a refreshing baby blue. It made him feel antsy and uneasiness lingered inside him, a tingly trail of goosebumps blanketing his golden skin. When he finally looked up, a breath caught shakily in his throat. Wide-eyed and gobsmacked, he gaped at the person waiting for him behind the desk with a smile warm as the sun on the first days of spring. Instead of a middle-aged gentleman with greying hair, glasses, a lab coat and a stern expression, Jeongguk suddenly found himself face to face with an outrageously handsome young man who could only have been a few years older than him.
For a moment, Jeongguk was tongue-tied - so stunned by the way the flowing white shirt accentuated the man’s slender frame that he only belatedly noticed the hand that was being held out to him as the other introduced himself with a melodious voice.
“Good evening, you must be Mr. Jeon. I am Dr. Park but feel free to call me Jimin-ssi.” He said cheerfully, something akin to excitement making his eyes sparkle, which didn’t seem to fit at all with the circumstances of their meeting. “Is it okay if I call you Jeongguk-ssi?” He went on without waiting for an answer. “Yes? Wonderful. I don’t like being so formal, especially since we’re probably going to discuss very intimate topics, don’t you agree?” Blinking in bewilderment, Jeongguk could only nod in agreement, struggling to follow him.
“Please sit down.” Dr. Park, no, Jimin, urged, gesturing to the empty chair in front of him. “What brings you to me today?”
Swallowing thickly, Jeongguk averted his gaze, too bashful to meet the doctor’s expectant eyes and bright smile. Airing his “problem” in front of a man old enough to be his father was one thing, but talking about it with someone like Jimin was quite another. With restless fingers, Jeongguk fiddled with the hem of his gown as he collected his thoughts and cleared his throat.
“Well, I have a small – or maybe not so small – problem.” Jeongguk began, casting a timid glance in Jimin’s direction. Warm eyes looked back at him as the other nodded, gently encouraging him to continue. “When I ... masturbate ...” He elaborated, pausing every so often. “... I just can’t ... cum ... no matter how hard I ... try.” The whole situation was humiliating and he felt his cheeks growing hot. He didn’t even want to imagine what dark shade of red his face had turned into.
“How exactly do you masturbate, Jeongguk-ssi? Also how often and for how long?” Jimin asked, his small hands folded on the table in front of him, showing such calmness and composure as if they were merely discussing the weather.
Jeongguk grimaced but tried to remain as open and honest as possible, so that at least the discomfort he was enduring wouldn’t be in vain. In the best-case scenario, he would be rewarded with a swift solution.
“I ... jerk off. Usually once a day and it used to take only a few minutes for me to ... finish. But lately ... I just can’t seem to reach my ... climax ... even if I try for a long time ... to the point that it becomes painful ... so I have to stop.” He stammered, certain that his blush had now reached the tips of his ears. Ashamed, he glared at the floor, silently willing it to open up beneath his feet and gobble him whole.
“I understand.” Jimin replied with a contemplative look. He stood up, strode to the examination table at the other side of the room and rolled a thin sheet of paper from one end to the other before turning around again. “Please take a seat here and open your gown so I can examine you.”
Jeongguk did as he was told and took a seat at the foot end, his bare legs dangling over the edge. His heart hammered as he watched Jimin squirting two pumps of disinfectant from a dispenser onto his palm and rubbed his hands thoroughly with the fluid before easing his patient’s legs apart and stepping between them. Jimin was even more mesmerising up close and Jeongguk quickly turned his head away to avoid being caught shamelessly ogling him, something he had been guilty of since the moment he stepped through the door.
Although he had been expecting it, Jeongguk winced slightly when he felt a soft hand stroking his shaft. He desperately tried to focus on something other than the wonderful sensation of warm fingers fondling his flaccid cock before trailing to his testicles moments later.
“I must say, you have an exceptionally comely shaped penis. The size of it combined with its bulbous tip is something many of my patients would be jealous of, Jeongguk-ssi. It’s longer than average but not too long; not too thin either but also not so thick that you’ll gag on it. Absolutely perfect.”
Jeongguk almost choked on his own spit. What was he supposed to say to that? Should he thank him for his appraisal? Luckily, Jimin didn’t seem to expect a verbal response.
Flustered, Jeongguk again tried to think of something unerotic, such as dog muck or the taste of brussels sprouts or people noisily chewing with their mouths so wide that the contents spilled out. Unfortunately the image of an open, drooling cavity made his eyes dart straight back to Jimin’s moist, plump lips, which immediately gave rise to very different ideas. He cursed inwardly. Not helpful. Not helpful at all.
Jeongguk was still racking his brain for even more disgusting things to think about when Jimin suddenly dropped to his knees in front of him. His breath hitched as he realized that the other’s face was now eye level with his crotch, luscious lips pulling into an “O” shape, one hand resting heavily on the younger’s flexing thigh.
“Forgive me, Jeongguk-ssi, but I’m extremely short-sighted and I forgot my glasses today, so I have to get very close to take a proper look.” Jimin apologised while palpating the length in his palm. His mouth was so near that Jeongguk could feel the other’s breath ghosting on his glans. Any thought of anything other than the current situation evaporated and, with growing mortification, Jeongguk felt the blood drain from his cheeks and go straight to his cock. Fuck!
“Oh, do you get aroused easily?” Jimin asked in surprise, peeking up at his patient through dark lashes, eyes twinkling with mischief. With a hand still wrapped around Jeongguk’s shaft, his thumb circled the tip steadily before lightly pressing down onto the slit, forcing a startled gasp from the younger.
“I am so sorry.” Jeongguk stuttered, voice steeped in humiliation as he clapped his hands over his face. He was sure he had never blushed as deeply in his entire life. Intense heat crept down to his fingertips as the first beads of sweat tickled his nape and temples.
“No need to apologize, Jeongguk-ssi.” Jimin reassured him after finally releasing his cock, rubbing his thighs soothingly instead. “What is the reason, though? Does it sometimes come out of nowhere, without any inducement?”
“N-no.” Jeongguk admitted reluctantly, his tone whiny. Could this get any more embarrassing? “I-It’s ... I-I think it’s y-your ... position ... you know ...” He gesticulated frantically, hoping that Jimin understood what he was alluding to and didn’t force him to verbalize the obscene images that it painted in his mind. Could anyone blame him for getting a boner when possibly the most gorgeous man he’d ever laid eyes on was squatting between his spread legs, his lush lips mere inches from his cock?
“Ah, I see.” Jimin replied as he straightened up with a smirk, realization arising in his brown eyes, accompanied by something that reminded Jeongguk painfully of amusement. “Well, at least I know now that your problem is ejaculating, not getting an erection. Enlightening.” Pouting, he clenched one hand into a fist and placed it against his chin thoughtfully. “In order to get a better picture, I think I also have to examine your prostate, Jeongguk-ssi. Please lie on your side and bend your knees.”
Jeongguk heard a drawer slide open and presumed the other was fetching some gloves, instead Jimin slid small latex covers for individual digits on his index and middle fingers only. Gulping audibly, Jeongguk shifted himself into the position previously described. He knew what would happen next, yet the knowledge of it didn’t slow his palpitating heartbeat. His social awkwardness made it difficult for him to meet new people, which was why at the age of twenty-five he was not only single but also still a virgin. No one had ever touched him where Jimin was about to place his fingers. Not that one thing had anything to do with the other. After all, this was an examination for purely medical purposes; an explorative clinical probing, no more, no less.
The sudden sensation of Jimin’s firm grip on his ass, spreading one of his cheeks and exposing his tight rim to the cool air, snapped Jeongguk back to reality as he braced himself for the unfamiliar intrusion. “Don’t be startled, the lubricant may feel a little cold.” Jimin warned, yet Jeongguk hissed when a slick fingertip grazed his entrance. Slowly but forcefully, Jimin pushed the digit inside up to the knuckle and Jeongguk squeezed his eyelids shut, gritting his teeth. It wasn’t exactly painful but it was definitely unpleasant, even though he tried not to let his discomfort show. He didn’t want to expose his innocence by whining because of the insertion of a single finger.
“You’re way too tense, Jeongguk-ssi.” Jimin reprimanded gently, caressing the supple flesh of Jeongguk’s ass with his free hand, thumb brushing over the smooth curves of his cheeks. “You need to relax.”
The tender touching made his thoughts wander to other, lewd places, the tension in his muscles noticeably easing as Jeongguk gave himself up to the feeling. He mentally chastised himself that such a simple contact, intended solely to appease him, had immediately provoked unwarranted naughty thoughts, such as how Jimin’s hand would feel on other parts of his body, teasing his nipples or encompassing his throat for example.
Unhurriedly, Jimin pumped a finger in and out of Jeongguk’s hole, the tip briefly lingering inside to explore his slippery walls; the loud, rhythmic squelching making the younger’s ears burn. The more Jimin repeated the movement, the better it felt, Jeongguk’s rim finally relaxing at the steady pace. The younger sighed as the last bit of tension dissipated, his body slackening under Jimin’s persistent ministrations. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to simply enjoy the feeling - until the older suddenly touched a spot inside of him that made him jerk violently.
“Ah, there it is.” Jimin remarked as he massaged the sensitive tissue. The feeling was indescribable and Jeongguk had to bite his bottom lip hard to suppress a moan, eyes wide as saucers.
“I’m sorry, Jeongguk-ssi, but I’m going to have to insert a second finger to properly palpate the gland. Is that okay?” Jimin asked as his finger came to a stop, much to Jeongguk’s chagrin.
Jeongguk nodded eagerly, curiosity outweighing any apprehension as he held his breath in anticipation. The increased stretch burned a little, but that faded into the back of his mind when Jimin’s fingers started to curl and scissor inside of him, before returning to that one spot, first merely brushing against it, then pressing down decisively, again and again, making the younger squirm on the examination table. His cock was rock hard, the first pearls of precum running down his throbbing shaft. Chest heaving, a scorching fire was building inside of him, hot flames licking his spine in a way he had never experienced before.
His eyes fluttered close and he gripped the edge of the table, breathless and in need of something to hold onto, to ground him before he floated away in ecstasy. But moments before the sparks of arousal threatened to engulf him entirely, Jimin pulled his fingers out with a filthy squelch. His rim now clenching around nothing, a pitiful whine involuntarily tumbled from Jeongguk’s lips and he slapped a hand over his mouth in shame.
“Is everything alright, Jeongguk-ssi?” Jimin inquired as he removed the finger sheaths with a loud snap, clearly not having missed his patient’s embarrassing whimper.
“Yes.” Jeongguk croaked, flushing deeply. What the hell was wrong with him? An ordinary medical examination surely shouldn’t be that arousing. Was he a pervert and had only just realised it?
“I’m afraid I couldn’t fully feel everything with my fingers and will therefore have to do an ultrasound. Do you agree to that, Jeongguk-ssi?” Jimin interrupted his thoughts again.
“Yes, of course, if you deem it necessary.” He spluttered, trusting that the doctor knew what he was doing. He certainly wasn’t going to suggest a needless exploration and, at any rate, Jeongguk wanted Jimin to find out what his problem was.
“Very well.” Jimin mumbled and Jeongguk heard him rummaging behind him. Propping himself up on his elbow, he watched as Jimin pulled a long padded extension from the foot end of the narrow examination table. With nimble movements, he took two latex gloves from a carton on the wall, tugging them on while gazing at the patient, his head tilted to the side.
“Please lie on your stomach and slide back far enough that your legs hang over the edge of the table. You can support your knees on this, preferably as far apart as still convenient.” Jimin said with an ambiguous smile, tapping his hand encouragingly on the upholstered surface. “The position may be a little unusual, but many of my patients have told me that the examination is much more comfortable this way.”
Once again, Jeongguk complied, even though he found the placement to be quite vulnerable, especially when he felt Jimin position himself between his thighs and rolled up his hospital gown to expose his unclad butt and stiff cock. A warm palm stroked his lower back and a cart was wheeled closer, presumably containing the ultrasound machine.
“You can move the small pillow at the top down towards you if you want. You should be as comfortable as possible, Jeongguk-ssi.” Jimin pointed out and Jeongguk responded with a single nod, opting instead to lay his cheek flat on the paper-covered padding. “The ultrasound machine is just a little wider than my finger but significantly longer, just so you know.” Jimin explained as he guided the device to Jeongguk’s puckered rim.
Unlike Jimin’s fingers, the scanner felt cold and hard as it breached the ring of muscle without much resistance, penetrating him deeper and deeper until Jimin suddenly tilted his wrist, pressing the tip directly against his prostate. Jeongguk jolted, prickles of pleasure surging through him as a sturdy hand pushed down on his tailbone to keep him still. His trembling hands returning to the edge of the table, Jeongguk sunk his teeth into his bottom lip when Jimin withdrew the device a little before pushing it against the sensitive tissue again, more forcefully this time. The younger pressed his mouth against the table to stifle an inadvertent groan, a fresh wave of arousal coiling low in his belly.
For several excruciating minutes, Jimin continued the examination in the same way, prodding his patient’s now hypersensitive prostate over and over. Jeongguk actually managed to pull himself together – until he could no longer hold back. By now slightly delirious and gasping for air, he chose the wrong moment to suck in a breath, a deep moan rumbling from his parted lips.
“I’m so sorry, did that hurt?” Jimin asked immediately, ceasing his movements, his voice deep and hoarse, or was Jeongguk just imagining that?
Pain was the last thing Jeongguk was experiencing and for some reason he didn’t want Jimin to stop. He shook his head. “N-no. I’m f-fine, Jimin-ssi. Y-you can g-go on.”
Jeongguk harshly bit his lip so that the same mishap wouldn’t happen again as Jimin resumed the procedure, the device again pressing on his prostate insistently. Wasn’t it weird that Jimin was moving the ultrasound tube in and out of his ass almost rhythmically? Didn’t he have to keep it still to get a clear picture? With each shove, however, Jeongguk’s thoughts became cloudier, his concerns ebbing away. He was finding it increasingly difficult to think clearly in general.
His body was reacting in ways that were completely foreign to him but that felt incredibly good. Beads of precum dripped from the tip of his cock, his rim began to flutter irregularly and he felt that fire and tension inside of him again, his nerves on edge, like a bow that was strung, the arrow on the brink of release.
“Relax, Jeongguk-ssi. I can’t see your prostate properly when you’re clenching so hard.” Jimin rasped as he scolded the patient, lightly slapping his left ass cheek and sending a shiver down the younger’s spine.
“S-sorry.” Jeongguk babbled, barely restraining another wanton moan as he struggled to get his body back under control. Guilt and shame swept over him. What was wrong with him? First he had randomly got hard and now he was moaning lewdly during a routine medical examination. What must the doctor think of him? He had to get a grip on himself. Which was easier said than done, because if Jeongguk didn’t know better he would think he was close to cumming. He was fighting with himself: the desire to just give in and embrace his release on the one hand and the fear of the unsolicited humiliation of being driven to his climax by a complete stranger - his urologist no less - on the other.
Jeongguk was torn, teetering on the edge of choosing the more embarrassing option, when Jimin dragged the probe slowly along his walls as he extracted it after one final brush against his sweet spot, forcing the younger to press his lips together to suppress another telltale whine.
“I couldn’t find any growths or abnormal changes on your prostate but ...” Jimin started as he moved to the side of the table so he could make eye contact with Jeongguk, seemingly hesitant to speak further, lips slightly pursed.
“But?” Jeongguk parroted, propping himself up on his forearms, his brows furrowed in worry, completely forgetting that he was still stark naked from the waist down.
“I’m afraid it seems neglected.” Jimin elaborated with a sigh, averting his eyes.
“N-neglected?” Jeongguk was perplexed. He didn’t think the diagnosis sounded too bad, yet judging from Jimin’s expression it didn’t seem to be a good thing either. Looking pleadingly at the other, he hoped Jimin would tell him how his “ailment” could be treated. Or if it could be treated at all.
“I suspect this is also the cause of your problem, especially since two factors have come together here: the desensitization of your penis through excessive jerking-off paired with simultaneous negligence of your prostate.” Jimin explained, leaning against the wall at the head of the table, arms crossed over his chest. “The good news is that it is usually quite treatable.”
Jeongguk breathed a sigh of relief. That was good news indeed. He had already started to get seriously worried. “Alright. What does the treatment look like? Do I need to take any medication or apply an ointment or something like that?” Or was he not allowed to masturbate for a certain period of time? Not that he dared to ask that question.
“Oh no, nothing like that, Jeongguk-ssi. It’s more of a physical treatment. Theoretically, it can even be done at home, although I wouldn’t recommend doing it alone. It would work with a partner. Are you in a relationship?” Jimin asked with raised eyebrows.
Jeongguk shook his head, eyes lowered to the floor. Not that being single was anything to be ashamed of. The question was only uncomfortable for him because he had never been in a relationship - or had sex. Not that he would even dream of letting Jimin in on those intimate details. Although it probably wasn’t too hard to guess after he’d revealed how often he pleasured himself.
“I see.” Jimin replied sympathetically, taking one step closer and placing a hand reassuringly on his shoulder. “But don’t fret, Jeongguk-ssi, I can do the procedure right here if you wish.”
Jeongguk glanced up at him gratefully and nodded. “Yes, please.” He was glad that the doctor didn’t ask any further questions and had kindly offered to do it himself as he didn’t have anyone whom he could ask for help. He definitely wouldn’t involve his friends or even family in this matter.
“Okay, no problem. Make yourself comfortable again while I get everything ready. The treatment could take up to twenty minutes.” With that Jimin went back to the drawers and cupboards on the other side of the room, opened and closed various compartments and rummaged around in others.
Jeongguk laid his head back on the padded table, wondering what the treatment would entail. When he noticed something out of the corner of his eye that looked suspiciously like a dildo, he choked in shock. What the hell? Why was his urologist suddenly holding a sex toy? This couldn’t possibly be a legitimate treatment … could it? He debated whether he should confront Jimin with his presumption or keep his mouth shut; after all, he didn’t want to falsely accuse his doctor of anything. And, if he was honest, he was also a little curious about what it would feel like.
“I-is that a d-dildo?” Jeongguk blurted out before he could stop himself, face definitely turning bright red once more if the heat he felt on his skin was anything to go by.
Jimin looked at him, puzzled for a moment, before his gaze flicked to the object in his hand in recognition. “Oh, this? No, of course not, Jeongguk-ssi. This is a prostate stimulator.” He corrected, shaking his head. “Admittedly, form and function are quite similar, so it’s not surprising if a layperson mistakes it for a sex toy.” He clarified with a chuckle as he slowly rolled a condom over it followed by a squirt of lubricant, an amused twinkle in his siren eyes.
Jeongguk watched agape as Jimin approached him with the frighteningly large stimulator that looked uncannily similar to a dildo. Even though he kind of trusted Jimin – he was his doctor after all – it was giving him the jitters. But the moment Jeongguk tried to straighten up, either to stop the treatment or at least to delay it, he wasn’t sure himself, Jimin was already behind him, pushing him down by his shoulders and firmly pressing his chest back onto the table. “That’s the only effective method, Jeongguk-ssi. Trust me, I’m a doctor.” Jimin said, his honeyed tone a glaring contrast to the unyielding hand pinning Jeongguk down.
The younger wanted to object but the words snagged in his throat when Jimin swiftly lined up the dildo or stimulator or whatever that thing was with his entrance and began to force it inside, Jeongguk’s fluttering rim dilating around the girthy object.
“Ah.” A surprised yelp escaped from the back of his throat as the feeling of the hard, latex-encased silicone scraping along his tight walls erased any other thoughts in his mind. Relentlessly, Jimin drove it further and further into him, not meeting any resistance despite the snug fit, and not stopping until Jeongguk could feel the doctor’s hand encompassing the base lie flush between his lube-drenched ass cheeks.
“See? You’re sucking it in so greedily, Jeongguk-ssi. This is further proof of how much you need this.” Jimin lectured before he started moving the stimulator, slowly withdrawing it only to insert it again, faster and with more vigour, shockwaves of pleasure fraying the younger’s nerve endings. Jeongguk had no choice but to endure it, the idea of protesting fading fast, especially when Jimin tilted his wrist without warning, the new angle causing the tip of the device to smack against his prostate with every thrust.
The constant, much more violent stimulation on his sweet spot was driving him crazy. His lids flickered shut, his entire body going limp and drool slipping from his parted lips soaking the paper pad beneath him. Jeongguk lost all sense of time; all he could do was feel. He barely noticed Jimin’s hand sliding from his back to his hip, rubbing gentle circles over his pelvis and dimples of Venus, his mind too preoccupied with the overwhelming sensation of the stimulator pumping inside of him.
Desperately trying to muffle the inappropriate sounds of pleasure that he could no longer suppress, Jeongguk bit his bottom lip so hard that he was sure he was going to taste blood. To his relief, Jimin noticed his struggles and gave him permission to let go of his inhibitions. “It’s okay, Jeongguk-ssi. The sole purpose of this treatment is to make you ejaculate, after all.”
Instantly a loud, lascivious moan poured out of him – but this time Jeongguk felt no shame. All he could think about was the arousal bubbling in his belly, the electricity coursing through his veins and tension gripping his muscles. It had been weeks since he had come this close to an orgasm and now it was finally within reach. It felt different, much more intense and he didn’t know why. And frankly he didn’t care if it felt this good. Distracted, he barely registered when Jimin removed his hand from his hip, the action followed by a few quiet noises.
Instead, Jeongguk was acutely aware of every drag along his walls and every brush against his most sensitive spot. When Jimin’s unrelenting rhythm faltered and the device briefly slipped out, a dissatisfied whine fell from Jeongguk’s lips, any feeling of decency long forgotten. Somewhere in the distance he heard a quiet snicker and his empty hole was stuffed again. For a split second, Jeongguk wondered why the device felt a little warmer and softer when Jimin plunged it back inside. Slightly irritated, he asked himself how it was possible that he could now feel two hands on his hips, holding him in place as he began to squirm more and more on the examination table while the object continued to move uninterrupted inside of him.
Jeongguk didn’t have time to dwell on those thoughts, though, as his prostate was being pounded so vigorously that he saw stars, the unexpected ferocity threatening to send him tumbling over the edge, his slick, velvety walls dragging and pulling with every thrust. Dazed, he released a hand from the edge of the table and guided it towards his cock, yearning to finally find his release.
But he hadn’t reckoned with Jimin, whose attentive eyes didn’t miss the movement. He slapped Jeongguk’s hand away harshly before it could reach its target. “No, no, no! Don’t you dare ruin my efforts! To reverse the process, you have to cum from stimulating your prostate alone.” Jimin rebuked, tightening the grip on the younger’s hips.
“I-I can’t. It’s t-too much.” Jeongguk wailed, tears clinging to the corners of his eyes, which were scrunched shut as he writhed uncontrollably. Driven into a frenzy, he couldn’t withstand the delicious friction any longer. He just wanted to cum and he didn’t care how.
“Oh, I know you can, Jeongguk-ssi.” Jimin uttered wickedly. “I’ll prove it to you.”
Jimin rammed the object so hard into Jeongguk that he would have been knocked off the table if not for the position of his thighs and Jimin’s iron grip on him, fingers digging into the tender flesh bruisingly. Again and again, Jimin jabbed Jeongguk’s prostate with flawless precision, making him dissolve into a babbling mess whose “ah, ah, ahs” gave way to screams of pleasure that echoed loudly off the walls.
“You can consider yourself lucky that you are my last patient for today, Jeongguk-ssi. You scream so loudly that you’d have scared away everyone in the waiting room.” Jimin chided him without any real bite in his voice, not actually peeved.
“S-sorry. I-I’m sorry.” Jeongguk slurred before another lewd moan erupted from him. Thoroughly wrecked, his mind was too hazy to form more than two words at a time or even to just think about the rationality of his statements. He had no idea what he was apologizing for, but his thoughts were so foggy that he would have said anything just so Jimin wouldn’t stop driving into him, his ministrations all-consuming.
“It’s okay. I know how hard this can be, especially after your prostate has been neglected for so long. That’s really not healthy, Jeongguk-ssi.” Jimin smirked, sweat dampening his temples.
Jeongguk shook his head, nodded, then shook his head again, unable to process Jimin’s comment, uncertain what the appropriate response was. “P-please.” A frantic plea was all he could muster, not knowing what he was begging for.
“Aw, you’re even cuter when you’re being fucked so well you can’t speak properly anymore.” Jimin cooed, draping his body over Jeongguk’s, burying his face in the curve of his neck. Jeongguk thought he felt Jimin nuzzling his nose against the sensitive spot behind his ear, followed by soft lips pressing against his heated skin before he heard a raspy whisper. “Just let go, Jeongguk-ssi. Cum for me.”
And as if his body had just been waiting for permission, the tendon inside him that had held him back for so long finally snapped and Jeongguk came harder than ever before, a long drawn-out groan tumbling from his lips, his toes curling and eyes rolling back. Jerking violently, white ropes of cum splattered out of his swollen cock, sullying the examination table and the floor beneath. He could feel himself contracting uncontrollably, clenching around the intrusion, the unfamiliar feeling combined with the persistent stimulation prolonging his climax.
“Ah, there you go. Very good. Another successful treatment. Perfect.” Jimin whispered huskily as his movements slowly became erratic and finally stopped after one final deep thrust.
Jeongguk could feel something inside of him twitching before his whole body was shaken vehemently by the sobs that now slipped from his throat. Relief flooded his veins as he sank limply onto the table, exhausted but deeply satisfied. All the remaining tension dissipated and he closed his eyes with a contented sigh. Jeongguk ached to give in to the temptation of letting himself drift into a bliss-induced sleep, so he didn’t even open his eyes when a gentle hand brushed a strand of hair behind his ear. And he didn’t move a muscle either as Jimin slowly withdrew the stimulator and carefully cleaned the remnants of the lubricant with a warm, damp cloth. It wasn’t until after Jimin had rolled the hospital gown back down to cover his still naked butt that he opened his eyes again, focus returning as his laboured breathing eased.
Jeongguk was still a little dizzy as he slowly sat up with a little help from Jimin and perched on the table so he could look at the other, wincing slightly as his ravaged ass made contact with the solid surface. Only when Jimin regarded him with barely concealed amusement, his face slightly flushed, as if the treatment had strained him too, did Jeongguk notice that his hospital gown was still open, giving Jimin an unobstructed view of his entire body, thick cock lying flush and spent against his chiselled thigh. Flustered, Jeongguk hastily wrapped the two sides around his middle, fumbling with shaky fingers for the thin belt to tie it as his length twitched shamelessly under the doctor’s gaze.
“How do you feel, Jeongguk-ssi?” Jimin inquired as soon as Jeongguk was presentable again, his gaze warm, fingers restless as if he had to fight the urge to place them reassuringly on the other’s shoulder or leg.
“G-good.” Jeongguk croaked, barely intelligible. He cleared his throat and tried again. “I feel good, Jimin-ssi.”
“Excellent. I’m so glad to hear that.” Jimin said cheerfully, looking and sounding every bit the experienced medical professional. “Do you need a moment for yourself before I explain the next steps to you?”
Jeongguk shook his head. He was still feeling a little fuzzy and would need more than just a few minutes to process the treatment. He’d rather do that at home, where he could think about everything in peace.
Jimin nodded with an encouraging smile before continuing. “You may feel a little sore. If so, you can apply this ointment for alleviation.” He handed Jeongguk a small yellow tube from a display case. “You should also know that in some cases, with such long-term neglect, one or two relapses may occur before permanent improvement sets in. So don’t panic if the problem occurs again. If that happens, just make a follow-up appointment as soon as possible, okay?”
His breath hitched. The expectant look that Jimin gave him sent a pleasant shiver down Jeongguk’s spine. For a moment, he stared at the older in silence, getting lost in his dark eyes before shaking himself out of his trance. “O-okay, d-doctor.”
“It’s Jimin-ssi.” The other corrected him fondly, gently placing a warm hand on Jeongguk’s nervously bouncing knee.
“J-Jimin-ssi.” Jeongguk repeated, returning the smile Jimin gave him before shyly averting his gaze. His thoughts made him blush, because for a moment he actually hoped that he would relapse so he would have a reason to come back soon. Maybe he could use this opportunity to ask Jimin on a date? Or was that inappropriate? Were doctors allowed to get involved with patients?
Jeongguk mentally chided himself. What a ridiculous thought. Aside from the fact that he would never dare to even ask Jimin for his number, a man as attractive as him was probably already taken. Though at least the other wasn’t wearing a wedding ring.
“Jeongguk-ssi? Are you listening to me?” He heard Jimin ask in a mildly scolding tone.
Jimin held out a card and Jeongguk regarded it blankly for a second before reaching for it, not having any idea what the other had just said. “S-sorry. I was lost in thought for a moment.”
“I said I wrote down my private number for you on the back. Don’t hesitate to call me on the weekend if necessary, because quick action is required in the event of a relapse.” Jimin repeated, leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest once more.
“Oh, okay. I-I will.” Jeongguk confirmed, somewhat puzzled. Had Jimin just given him his number – for more than just professional purposes – or was his imagination running away with him?
“I’m glad to hear that.” Jimin replied with a crooked grin and a wink. “See you next time, Jeongguk-ssi.” He said in parting, sitting back down behind his white desk.
That was Jeongguk’s cue to get up and return to the cubicle to get dressed. Still struggling to take in the unexpected events of the day, he headed home with the business card safely tucked away in his wallet, the number already saved in his phone. Now he just had to work up the courage to actually text Jimin. Smiling to himself, he decided that, if necessary, he would just have to suffer a “spontaneous” relapse on a Friday evening, when the practice had already closed and wouldn’t reopen until Monday.