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Jisung pads his bare feet through the showers as his ears perk up, actively listening for what he’s searching for. He keeps quiet, eyes already half lidded and glossy just from the anticipation.
He signed up for this gym a few weeks ago, he chose it because it’s known for having a certain… reputation. It’s luxurious, high end, has too many amenities to keep track of, and very exclusive, and for good reason.
It’s well known for being a hot spot for random hookups for men. And while that is a part of the reason Jisung comes here, he has no interest in hooking up with anyone himself. His only interest is to watch.
His quiet feet stalk through the half steamed room, listening for any hint of the sounds he’s looking for. A stifled moan, dull noises of skin slapping against skin, anything that piques his interest.
He always comes at different times, trying to make sure he doesn’t get recognized, and to be able to watch different people. He gets bored easily, too easily, in fact. He doesn’t like watching the same men more than a few times.
He’s been walking through different showers on different floors for almost 30 minutes now and still hasn’t found what he’s looking for. Until he finally hears it: small, muffled whimpers from the back corner of the room. He makes his way over, quiet as a mouse as his ears follow the sound. When he finally gets close enough, he doesn’t bother turning on the shower to try to drown out any noises he might make, he doesn’t want to take the risk of scaring them away.
He crouches down, peeking from behind the wall of the shower, leering at the two men who didn’t bother to drape their shower curtain closed all the way.
He unravels the towel from around his waist, wrapping his hand around his cock, already hard and glistening in precum. He starts to stroke, until he loses himself for just a second, getting lost in the man shoving his cock down the other’s throat. He’s beautiful, ethereal even. Platinum blonde hair, sharp features, and such a soft voice. Almost too soft for the filthy things he’s saying.
“Don’t even know my name, do you? But you don’t need to know it, just need to keep sucking my cock.”
The man on his knees moans as he looks up, locking eyes with the blonde, his chest soaked in his own drool and tears as he tries to answer, shaking his head.
The blonde fists the other’s hair, pulling his head back as he fucks into his mouth. “That’s right, don’t need to know anything about me. Don’t need to know anything about you. Just a hole, just a hole for me to use.”
Jisung’s mind goes hazy, all static as he watches. He pumps his fist faster, fingers swiping over the head, smearing precum over his length. He feels the heat tighten in his gut already as he watches the blonde tug and pull the other’s hair, giving his cheeks harsh slaps, and talking to him as if he’s nothing, as if he’s just a toy.
Jisung cums so hard his body goes limp. He falls back on his heels as he watches his cum slip down into the shower drain.
His legs are weak and shaky as he tries to come down from his high. His brain is so foggy he almost doesn’t hear the men finishing and cleaning up. He grabs his towel, wipes off his hand, and hides deeper into the shower.
He peeks around the partition, waiting for the men to leave when he hears them talking.
“So… can I… maybe get your number?” The man that was on his knees shyly asks, his head tucked into his chest.
The blonde man sighs, “Sorry, I don’t give my number out. I told you what this was before we started.”
“No, that’s… that’s okay, I just thought maybe… no, it’s okay.” The other man stammers. “Okay, well, I’ll see you around.”
“Yeah, see you around.”
The other man drags his feet, peeking back over his shoulder as he leaves the showers as the blonde man grabs his things from the lockers without a glance back.