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“You’re going.”
Hoseok flings the appointment card towards Seokjin. He is frowning, permanently etched into his face that leaves no room for arguments.
Hoseok — his friend and colleague at the law firm — has been worrying himself with Seokjin’s health more than necessary nowadays. It is no secret that Seokjin overworks himself to an unhealthy degree but Hoseok has never taken much notice, not until now.
He has been hovering him, obsessing over Seokjin’s daily meals and hours of sleep. The other day he had even gone as far as sleeping at Seokjin’s penthouse, locking the front door from inside to prevent Seokjin from going earlier to the office. He made sure that Seokjin had breakfast before Seokjin was permitted to leave.
It is easy for Hoseok. He is newly qualified partner of the firm. He hasn’t faced the unforgiving brunt of the workload, passed the few pro bono cases here and there, and allowed to dabble as an assistant on the harder clients.
Seokjin — on the other hand — is the second most trusted lawyer of the firm, one of their most famous and known.
The law firm is one of the top in the country, their offices expanding across overseas and succeeding internationally. He is one of the lawyers that is the face at his young, tender age and he has a reputation to uphold. An honour to fulfil.
Seokjin can’t afford to slack off, prompting him to unintentional overwork here and there.
Even when it’s draining him. Even when he feels lonely every night he returns to his penthouse, a barren and shell of who he is. It is worth it when his father proudly announces Seokjin to every family party: my son is outdoing everyone out there. He’ll become the most famous man in the country, just you wait.
“Going where?” Seokjin doesn’t bother to see the appointment card. A headache is forming at his temples, rubbing at it furiously. He left his fast relief painkillers at home.
“Your massage appointment.”
“I don’t need one.”
“Are you kidding me? You spend most of your time at your desk, hunched over. You need it.”
Seokjin rolls his eyes. Hoseok’s overprotective motherly role is starting to get at his nerves, wishes he could be grateful for such a friend but not when it interrupts his work.
He grabs the appointment card, knowing there is no loophole out of Hoseok’s adamant request. Written in impeccable cursive letter, it says: Appointment with Doll. 7:30 with an address in Itaewon.
“Who the fuck is Doll?” Something doesn’t sit right in his stomach.
Hoseok smirks. “You’ll see.”
“What is going on?”
“It’s your masseur!”
“Named Doll?” He repeats, unamused.
Hoseok raises his hand in surrender. “You need to relax, okay? This is a 30 minute appointment with a masseur.”
Well… a massage couldn’t hurt. He’s not sure when the last time he had gotten a massage, usually too busy to indulge in a luxury like that. He is in no position to throw away precious time. He hasn’t even opened the new case file that was put on his desk today by his superior.
“This is mine,” Hoseok says — almost as if he’s read Seokjin’s mind, taking the folder into his hand.
Seokjin frowns, reaching for it back. “No it’s not. You’re still new, you can’t handle complex cases.”
“I can get help from Namjoon! He’s as clever as you.”
“Hobi.”
“Hyung,” he repeats back in a mocking tone, thriving off this. “Go to the appointment. I’ll handle this case. You need a break.”
Seokjin groans. “Go back to not caring,” he murmurs.
“I always cared, brat.”
Hoseok has been enjoying his new position at the law firm. The newcomers get a grand entrance, often spending almost everyday after work drinking, celebrating their role.
Seokjin wasn’t as fortunate. Not when his father is a well-known CEO in the country and the family are remembered for their gateway into successful businesses, companies because of the link they have with their father. When Seokjin had first started his position, it was presumed that Seokjin had dirtily brought his way into being a lawyer.
His superiors and his colleagues would frown upon Seokjin.
It’d bother him in the beginning, an inkling of frustration surfacing underneath his nerves. How could they think so low of him? When Seokjin had spent countless nights awake during law school, camping out in the library, rereading every book he had just so he could pass his exams.
It hasn’t been easy to reach this position, the assumption that he had done it in illegal ways made him feel inadequate.
Seokjin always had to work twice as hard at the same task. Hoseok is the first person who’s given him the opportunity, the belief, that he can breathe and relax. That it doesn’t have to consume him.
“Fine,” Seokjin eventually relents. “I’ll go tomorrow.”
Hoseok is victorious. “You won’t regret it!”
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Seokjin is suspicious when the taxi driver arrives at the destination of the address for his massage.
There is no doubt that they’ve entered the red light district of Itaewon, deep in Seoul.
And here Seokjin is, having just run out of the office before he could miss his appointment, in his luxurious Prada three-piece suit. He feels out of place. Everybody here are old, dirty men or naive foreigners not realising they’re unwelcome in this place.
The taxi driver gawks at him suspiciously as Seokjin tips him heavily, almost a way to buy his silence.
Seokjin’s going to kill Hoseok.
“Hey, hotshot,” a man is calling for him. He’s standing outside a Kiss Bang, presumably the manager of the dingy place. It is dimly lit and the music is deafening, the volume vibrating out onto the streets. “$40 for a girl and a drink.”
Seokjin grimaces. “No, thank you.”
“Damn. You sure? You’d be a hit with our girls.”
“No, thank you,” he repeats, swiftly moving forward and away from the Kiss Bang.
When Seokjin arrives at his destination, he instantly knows where he is. The barber shop is poorly disguised at it’s true intentions, a sexual massage parlour. Outside the shop, there’s two poles with red, white and blue stripes — the defining features of these massage parlours.
This particular one offers full services.
Seokjin internally debates turning back, going to the office and strangling Hoseok but he enters the shop after a minute of contemplation. Curiosity causes him to investigate further.
“Hi…” Seokjin greets the man at the front desk. The man looks skeptical, eyes filtering up and down Seokjin as if he’s analysing a potential threat. He feels uncomfortable being eaten up by the man’s gaze, swallowing. He hands over the appointment card, uncertain how these massage parlours work.
How ironic, a lawyer visiting and requesting illegal services.
“Doll?” The man gruffs out. “What service would you like?”
“A massage.”
“Blowjob? Handjob?” He lists off lifelessly, his voice monotonous.
“No… a massage?” He repeats.
“Right. Unusual,” he shrugs as if it’s none of his business. He reaches behind him to press into an intercom, informing the party from the other end that his appointment has arrived. “Doll has the best hands in the services. Foreigners come here just for him.”
Seokjin frowns. “Oh.”
Before he can continue the conversation with the man, a woman appears by his side.
She is a special kind of beautiful, innocence radiating off her. She is wearing a tight black dress, slits down the side to expose her whole leg. She is wearing makeup, caked on and shining underneath the lighting of the parlour.
“Follow me, sir,” she requests. She opens a door, leading them down the stairs where the illegal services are conducted in secrecy. “Doll will tell you the rules. Don’t disrespect them. Your time is 30 minutes. Your time has been paid for already. Any tips, please leave them with Doll directly.”
“I… thank you.”
The woman opens a door and directs him in, shutting it behind him.
The room is in the basement, no window to view the outside world. It is dark but spacious, decorated with a leather couch and a twin bed. It smells like sex in here, mixed with lube and poorly covered up with cheap cologne. It feels wrong yet Seokjin doesn’t want to leave.
“Evening,” a voice speaks to him.
Seokjin glances up, jolting out of his thoughts when he sees Doll before him. His breath catches in his throat, leaving him speechless, because wow.
Doll is beautiful. He is tall and slender, a body that has been carefully worked hard for. He has thick thighs and ass but a small waist, syncing in. His stomach is flat and smooth. His face is carved out in perfection, unique eye shapes, his plump lips lined in a deep rose lipstick.
There is something gentle about Doll. He is wearing nothing apart from skin tight boxers, black and hugging his figure. It barely covers his ass.
Seokjin is ogling shamelessly before realising, clearing his throat. “Uh… hi.”
Doll tilts his head to the side, smiling. “You’re a first-timer, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” Is it that obvious? Seokjin is out of his realm, without a doubt. He conceals the shake of his hand behind his back, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of this beautiful man. “My friend booked this appointment for me.”
Doll is so attractive. He is looking at him with heavy, suggestive eyes and it is making Seokjin weak at the knees.
“Interesting.”
“I’ve been told you have the best hands in the services.”
Doll’s eyes light up. “Glad to hear that.” He walks forward, confident strides. “How can I help you today, sir?” He purrs out the name, delivering the intended effect.
Seokjin’s stomach twists. It has been a long time since Seokjin has had sex.
His realisation that he was gay happened way too late in life, though he has been reassured there is no time frame for when somebody is meant to figure out their sexuality. Since he was a young teenager, his father encouraged him to date a girl from his mutual friends. She, like Seokjin, was also from a rich family and she was socially acceptable for their family.
Seokjin had never liked her. He pretended, he’s sure the girl did too. When they would have sex, Seokjin’s mind wandered miles away from her and thought of boys to arouse him.
Seokjin hadn’t felt an ounce of sorrow when the girl eventually broke up with him. It was the same night he had stumbled into a party and a boy had given him a blowjob, a drunken sexual encounter, that he had awoken to the possibility that he liked boys.
It was confirmed when he had first met Hoseok. They were drunk, and one thing led to another. They were making out in the hallway of the house party, covered by sweaty bodies. They exchanged filthy kisses as Seokjin had pressed Hoseok against the wall, desperately touching him over as if he was starving. Hoseok was the first to rouse to his senses, gently pushing Seokjin away, whispering: Let’s not ruin our friendship, Jin hyung. Please.
That’s as far his experience goes. Naturally, Seokjin doesn’t know what to do in this situation.
“I… um.”
“Let’s start with this, can I call you sir?”
“Yes. Please, do.” He hates to admit that he likes the authority. The whole office calls him sir, but Doll saying it has his nerves twisting. He feels a different kind of authority here.
“Please?” Doll repeats, smirking. “How about a simple massage, considering it’s your first time? I don’t want to overwhelm you.”
Doll takes Seokjin’s hand into his own, guiding him towards the couch. He sits Seokjin down. To fit the ambiance, Doll dims the light of the room, cascading them into semi-darkness. It’s disappointing, a little, considering Seokjin no longer has a direct view of Doll but his complaint dies in his mouth when Doll’s hand touches him.
“Remove your blazer and shirt for me, sir.”
The order has him moving immediately. He takes off both items of clothing, waiting in anticipation for what Doll wants to do to him.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know how this works,” he says.
“Don’t worry, sir. Let me take care of you. Let’s work out this tension from your body, you’re all… tense.”
Now exposed with no top, Doll has full reign over his upper body. His hand delicately moves over his shoulder, feeling over the muscles, humming in appreciation as he pops open the essential oil bottle.
“You work out,” Doll comments uselessly.
“I do. Sometimes.”
“What do you do for work?”
Seokjin doesn’t want to give himself away, not just yet. “Office work.”
Doll hums. He works the oil over Seokjin’s upper body, massaging it carefully into his shoulder and exhaling as he senses how strained the muscles are. He works diligently to remove the tension.
“You’re so stiff, sir. You need time away from the desk, too.”
Seokjin hisses out a soft groan as there is a release of pain. It feels good, and Doll’s hand works like magic over his body, expertly rolling over the tender spots that need attention.
Whilst one is massaging the ball of stress he has found at the base of Seokjin’s neck, the other is moving down to his chest, gently lingering over his nipples but never quite touching where he has not been given permission.
Seokjin’s not turned on, not really. It’s the implication of the situation. It’s the fact that if Seokjin said so, Doll could be on his knees right now for him. It’s knowing that despite Doll controlling the situation, he’s the one that momentarily owns Doll for 30 minutes.
“Shit.”
“Like this?”
“Hm. They weren’t lying when they said you have the best hands.”
“Oh?” Doll presses purposely hard, a delicate laugh falling from his lip. “This isn’t even the start of it, sir.”
Seokjin’s heart races at that.
The rest of the session is serene, most of it passing without much conversation except a question here or there from Doll. He works diligently over Seokjin’s body, as if he knows the path around it. He never touches for too long, not for Seokjin to ever be turned on.
When Doll pulls away, he puts the lights back on. “How was that, sir?”
Seokjin slumps into the touch, his limbs jelly and relaxed. “Good.”
Doll is picking up his card, discreetly slipping his number into Seokjin’s blazer pocket. “You’ll have to visit again, book an appointment with me,” he says, pointing to the card. “I do much more than just massages.”
Seokjin’s stomach does a somersault. He wonders how somebody like Doll is even real.
He has no intention to visit again, had only come here because of Hoseok’s insistence. But one look at Doll, and he’s almost persuaded. The risk of entering the red light district is dangerous, not wanting to be caught by somebody at work or a family member.
“I’ll see,” Seokjin murmurs.
Doll’s smile grows. “I’ll see you again, sir.”
The whole cab ride home, Seokjin can’t clear his mind of the mental image of Doll on his knees.
During the night, he jerks himself off to the thought of Doll’s thick lips and comes all over his hand.
He’s fucked. And Hoseok’s to blame.
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“You!”
Hoseok’s head shoots up at Seokjin’s booming voice, a grin on his face but taking refugee behind Namjoon as he nibbles at his banana shamelessly.
Hoseok, Namjoon and Jungkook are in the kitchen of the office. They’re having breakfast before the start of their shifts, an early socialising time before their heads are put down. Namjoon has been in the company for as long as Seokjin has. Jungkook, on the other hand, is an intern who has already been promised a long-term role in the company.
The four of them are effortless friends, even if Seokjin struggles to maintain time and effort with them. They’ve never held it against him.
“Don’t hurt me!”
“Why shouldn’t I?” Seokjin threatens, reaching behind Namjoon and grabbing Hoseok’s collar to drag him in front of him.
Hoseok glances up, a mischievous and unapologetic smile on his face. “Don’t lie to me and say it wasn’t good.”
“How could you send me there!” He complains.
“Hey! You needed it. Did he suck you off?”
“No!” Seokjin swats him, not caring how hard his hit may be. “You dick!”
“What!” Hoseok’s face falls. “What the fuck did I pay for, then?”
“I got a massage, as promised.”
“God.” He’s pouting as he rubs his arm. “Waste of my money.”
Jungkook is extending forward a cup of coffee that is usually prepared for Seokjin, smiling sheepishly. Seokjin accepts it gratefully, still huffing at the fact that he had been sent to a sex shop without any notice or warning.
“What if somebody had seen me there? What if my father had seen me?” Seokjin questions a minute later, the dark reality of the situation hitting him all at once.
Seokjin won’t deny that he doesn’t regret it. It was nice to meet Doll, even if he knows that isn’t his real name. It had been even nicer to step out of his comfort zone, out of his bubble at the office.
He frowns, a headache already forming and the day hasn’t even started.
Namjoon notices his distress. “Hey. Don’t worry, man. Why would your father be in the red light district?”
“You never know!”
“He loves your mom,” Hoseok interrupts with a kind smile. Almost sorry, but not quite. “He wouldn’t. And nobody would recognise you, don’t worry.”
“Yeah, I guess.” He’s lost in thought as he sips from the coffee, grimacing at the bitter taste. It’s enough to wake him up, which is what he needs.
Hoseok smiles. “Doll is good at what he does.”
Seokjin scrunches his nose. “... Have you also…?”
“Me? God, no. My friend has and they’ve never been disappointed.”
It’s vuglar, the way they talk about it. It is a sex service, though. Doll didn’t seem like he was there against his will, as into the situation with Seokjin as much as he was. It made him feel slightly better. Regardless, Seokjin is way too busy to ever afford the time to visit again.
“Well, thanks,” Seokjin says. “For… paying for it, and all.”
“No problem, hyung.” Hoseok squeezes his shoulder. “If Doll invited you back, take up the offer. He doesn’t ask many of his clients to come back.”
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Later that night, Seokjin tries to research about Doll.
Putting aside some of his pending cases, he dedicates around an hour to researching. He searches up the massage parlour’s name but little to no information turns up on Google search, concealed for the sake of the illegal activities.
It is near impossible to find any details by typing ‘Doll’ is, only receiving page after page of Barbie dolls purchases.
Seokjin eventually gives up. He traces the writing of his card that Doll had given him, a number carefully etched onto it.
Not tonight, Seokjin decides.
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“Who was he? Will he come back, then?”
Taehyung rolls his eyes at Jimin’s never-ending curiosity at his clients and his work. He is too fond to tell Jimin off though, indulging him with his wild stories from his work, reveling with how Jimin’s eyes bulge out at the foot fetish clients.
Taehyung has still been talking about his client from the other night. The hotshot businessman, dressed in the finest Prada suit. It has rubbed off on Jimin, provoking him to ask questions every minute.
“I don’t know,” Taehyung says truthfully. “I don’t think so. He was only there because his friend booked him in.”
It’s not often that Taehyung receives a client that he actually likes and wants them to revisit.
He keeps this job because he enjoys it, he genuinely does. Nobody has ever forced him to stay in this line of work. It’s easy money, for sure, but it also makes Taehyung feel sexy and desirable. He feels on top of the world knowing that men can fall to their knees because of him and how attractive he is. The power makes Taehyung dizzy, and he wants to retain the feeling.
And not to mention, it supports him through college. Being an art student allows him only limited access to loans.
Jimin hums. He lazily stretches his legs over Taehyung’s lap, making himself comfortable and at home.
“Did you give him your card?”
Taehyung giggles. “I did.”
“Oooh.” Jimin wiggles his brow. “You liked him for sure, then. How old was he?”
“Young. No less than thirty, maybe?”
“Sexy.”
Taehyung playfully pokes at Jimin’s feet. “Mine. Back off.”
Jimin laughs, his whole body moving with the force. “Don’t worry. No intention of stealing him.”
They sit in silence for a minute or two, watching the TV and a rerun of their favourite kdrama. It’s only when the quiet stretches on for a moment too long before Jimin breaks it apart.
“Are you going to quit this job once you graduate?”
Taehyung glances up at the question, throwing him off guard. There’s a year until he graduates and the reminder terrifies him, making him anxious to the pit of his stomach. He has done a wonderful job at repressing it and thinking about it makes him nauseous.
Knowing that he’ll eventually be pushed out into the real world and the safety blanket that he fiercely wraps around him of being a student, of having leniency, can no longer protect him. He hasn’t even pondered about what he wants to do afterwards. He hasn’t even brainstormed how far his art degree can take him.
Taehyung fidgets with the long sleeves of his hoodie. “I’m not sure. Probably, yeah.”
“Make sure you take the attractive ones with you.”
A grin breaks out on his face, having to laugh once again. “Shut up, Minnie!” He complains as they both start to laugh.
“I just care for you, babe. Want you to be happy.”
“I’m happy for the meanwhile. Don’t worry,” he murmurs, focusing back on the TV.
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It’s a week later when Taehyung is in the bath, surrounded by pleasant smelling bath salts, that his work phone rings.
“Hello?” He picks up on the second ring, never leaving his clients waiting.
“It’s Kim Seokjin.”
Taehyung frowns. He doesn’t recognise that name, his brain scanning through the countless clients he has met. It comes up as a blank. He lifts his leg, watching the water run down his bare skin and goosebumps erupt.
“Sorry. I don’t recognise that name.”
“This is Doll, right?”
“Oh.” He hums. “It is.”
“I’m the businessman, the one that requested the massage?”
Taehyung’s eyes widen and his heart jumps in his chest, shifting in the bath as the water slushes around him. He had not expected Seokjin to contact him, had expected the businessman to realise he is way out of his depth. A young, attractive and rich man does not need to go searching in dingy places for attention, he can get it just by existing.
“Oh! Hi, sir.”
“I want to see you again.”
“Oh.” He clears his throat. “I… sure.” The usually confident Taehyung has been wiped clean, shocked.
“Can I come tomorrow?”
He mentally scans his diary, remembering there was an opening for later in the evening. He presumes it’ll fit with Seokjin’s schedule, too, considering he’ll be at work during the day.
“Yeah, sure. The same time as last?” Taehyung says.
“Sure. I’ll see you then.”
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There is no doubt that Taehyung is dressed to impress.
He has dug out his favourite outfit, a pale pink babydoll that is sheer and lace. It falls over his body delicately, hugging his curves. Underneath, he’s wearing matching panties.
He can’t deny that he had wanted to turn Seokjin on. He feels a magnetic pull towards him, probably intrigued by why Seokjin wants to return to a place like this at all. Since the first appointment, he had been desperate to touch Seokjin, to get on his knees and suck him off but he didn’t want to scare the man away.
When Seokjin arrives to the room at the designated time, the confidence that Taehyung has is fading.
He is blushed red, standing in front of Seokjin feeling exposed in his lingerie outfit.
“Oh.” Seokjin’s eyes are wide.
They scan over Taehyung’s body, sizing him up and taking in every inch of his body.
Taehyung is enticing, and he knows it. He knows the influence he has just by existing, using his looks and his body to his advantage. Usually, his clients are older, lonely men — maybe that’s why he’s unusually drawn to Seokjin. He wants to make Seokjin feel good, wants to be good for Seokjin.
Seokjin is once again in a three-piece suit, his necktie done upright and against his collar.
“You paid for another thirty minutes,” Taehyung tells him, voice still feeble.
Seokjin nods. “What’s your rules? I didn’t get to know the first time.”
It’s surreal that Seokjin is back in his room. “Why did you come back here, Seokjin-ssi?”
He shrugs. “You’re hot. You look beautiful today, as well.”
Taehyung flushes more. He can’t hold it back anymore. The chemistry is as palpable as the first time and he doesn’t want to waste anymore time, wants to be on his knees already.
“My rules…” He starts with a smile. “You can’t touch me, not unless I tell you that you can. No alcohol involved, we have to be strictly sober. Other girls and boys working here get alcohol ordered for their clients, I do not. If that’s a deciding factors, there’s many other workers that can help you—”
“It’s fine. I’m sober,” Seokjin insists.
“If we overrun time, you have to pay double the charges for the same amount.”
Seokjin whistles lowly. “Okay.”
“What would you like today, sir?”
Seokjin is still timid, out of this depth with the situation he has walked into. It’s obvious that he’s never contacted sex services before. Taehyung wants to eliminate the nerves harbouring in his voice, wants to make him feel good. He knows he can do it with his hands, his mouth.
“A handjob,” Seokjin eventually decides.
Taehyung nods. He can do that, he definitely can.
They settle on the bed. Seokjin takes off his blazer and shirt, by Taehyung’s request, and sits on the edge of the bed. He spreads his legs apart, lids heavy with arousal before they have even started. Taehyung wonders how long it has been since he has had sex, if he even gets time with his busy schedule.
Thirty minutes is a long time, giving him the permission to tease, to use Seokjin until he can’t take it anymore. He wants Seokjin frustrated by the end of this session, wanting the older man to beg for him to be able to touch Taehyung.
Taehyung sinks to his knees in one fluid motion in front of Seokjin, shuffling between his legs.
“Shit,” Seokjin murmurs, eyes falling shut at the sight. “You’re so…”
A hand reaches up, presumably to tangle in Taehyung’s hair but he is quick to swat it away.
“Behave,” he warns.
“Doll,” Seokjin says, but doesn’t cross the rules.
“Tell me if this is okay,” Taehyung tells him. He reaches up to unbuckle Seokjin’s belt, sliding it off. He waits for any signal that Seokjin is uncomfortable, wants to stop but his face doesn’t budge. He squeezes Seokjin’s thigh, waiting for the verbal confirmation before he continues.
To that, Seokjin nods. “Good. Keep going.”
Taehyung nods. He pulls the slacks and boxers down, mouth watering when he’s met with Seokjin’s cock.
It’s a good size. Wide in girth, a decent length. Perhaps six inches when he’s fully hard. Seokjin is the whole package. Attractive face, attractive figures in the bank and the perfect cock.
He wants to play with Seokjin’s cock first. He licks his lips as he wraps his hand around him, biting back a moan at how heavy it feels in his hand. He is so turned on and they haven’t even started. He can’t recall the last time the client had this effect on him, usually working on autopilot and focused on their pleasure only.
He grabs the lube bottle from the bedside table, wanting a smooth glide, and liberally spreading it over his cock. Each touch has Seokjin keening, murmuring a curse under his breath as he lifts his hips, chasing the sensation.
“Cute…” Taehyung murmurs. He moves his thumb over Seokjin’s slit. “How’s your day been so far, sir?” He strikes up normal conversation, just teasing the most sensitive part of his cock.
Seokjin is biting his lip harshly. “Uh… good,” he says.
“Busy day?”
“Mm. Always.”
With that, Taehyung’s hand moves up and down the shaft. With his other hand, he fondles with Seokjin’s balls.
Seokjin is responsive, only spurring Taehyung on. He tightens his hold, working slowly, only increasing the pace when he hears Seokjin’s breath quicken before coming to a halt once again. He has no qualms about teasing Seokjin and revels in how the man is already close.
“You — you also have a good day, doll?” Seokjin attempts at a weak conversation.
Taehyung does appreciate the effort, though. He hums, shifting on his knees. He’s sure he looks like a fever dream — in his baby doll, on the floor and glancing up to Seokjin through his mascara covered lashes.
“Better now that you’re here, sir.”
“Shit.”
“Feel good?” Taehyung prompts, squeezing Seokjin’s balls.”
“I.. yeah. It’s just been a while,” Seokjin confesses, cheeks blushed.
That makes him smile. He likes that he’s the one doing this to Seokjin after a long time.
He starts to jerk him off faster and when Seokjin’s stomach visibly tightens, as if he’s minutes away from a fast orgasm, Taehyung stops again. He watches how Seokjin groans, his head falling back.
“Don’t come too fast, sir. What will you do for thirty minutes, then?” He teases.
“I’m already close.”
“Then, hold it.”
Seokjin’s eyes filter down to him. He looks internally conflicted and his hands clutch at the bedsheets, physically holding back from touching him. That also makes Taehyung smile, thrilled at his power.
Taehyung continues to tease him to his liking. At some point, he’d stop touching Seokjin’s cock and just focus on playing with his balls. He wishes he had permission to put the head of his cock into his mouth, swallow the precome that beads out of the slit. It is tempting, but Taehyung resists when the client had asked for a handjob only.
When Seokjin is starting to reach wits end, Taehyung decides he’d not give the man a ruined orgasm.
He touches him again, and doesn’t stop. He encourages Seokjin to come, using his hand to make him reach his climax. He keeps jerking him off, twisting his hand up to touch him in all the right places.
It isn’t long before Seokjin’s gasping, moaning a cut-off and high-pitched, “Shit, Doll,” before he’s coming all over Taehyung’s hand.
Taehyung basks in this, more satisfying than any other client he has helped reach their climax. He waits until Seokjin has milked out the orgasm and is recovering from the intensity. When their eyes remeet, Taehyung lifts his hand and licks off the come staining his hand.
“Fucking hell,” Seokjin says distantly, as if he’s stuck in a trance.
Taehyung smirks, the finger slipping out of his mouth with a pop once he has licked it clean.
“That was nice. And you nearly survived a whole thirty minutes.”
Seokjin pants, hand on his stomach. “You tease.”
“Yup.”
“I’m glad I came back.”
Taehyung nods, standing up once again and ignoring the dull ache in his knees from having kneeled for so long.
He retrieves a tissue and wipes down the reside on his finger, turning to face Seokjin. He wonders if the man will return again, if they can take this to another level. He doesn’t trust Seokjin yet but once he does, when Seokjin can touch him too, he guesses they could have a lot of fun.
“You should leave,” Taehyung mutters. “I have another client soon.”
“Right, sorry.” Seokjin collects his belongings but before he leaves, he says, “I hope you won’t mind if I return again.”
“Of course not.”
Even when it confuses Taehyung why somebody like him, attainable for the world, would do that.
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And so, it happens again.
This time Seokjin arrives unannounced. He quarrels with the man at the front desk, demanding to be let in when there is a free gap. The man, however, insists that Doll works on a strictly booked schedule and Seokjin is not special to simply be allowed permission.
The commotion is heard to Taehyung through the intercom, as the receptionist repeatedly shouts into it.
He grimaces as he throws on his oversized jacket, burying his petite body into the material, as he goes up to the front desk.
Seokjin looks stressed today. There is faint worry lines embedded into his skin, the top of his lip curled into a defensive, annoyed stance.
Taehyung frowns. He hasn’t seen Seokjin like this before — granted they’ve only known each other for two visits only. His hand carefully drifts across to touch the man’s shoulder, bringing Seokjin back down to earth before this escalates to an argument.
“You should’ve called beforehand,” Taehyung tells him politely.
Seokjin exhales deeply. He can feel the dozen eyes drilling into him from the reception area, people waiting for their appointments and others innocently here for a haircut as the barber shop promises them.
“Sorry,” he apologies. He bows his head shamefully at the receptionist who impatiently tuts his teeth, looking away. “I’m just. I came straight from work.”
Taehyung smiles pitifully. His hand expertly massages around Seokjin’s neck, feeling the bunched up muscles protesting for relief. He wants to make Seokjin feel good. It’s like he’s programmed to do so, intrigued by how attracted he is to Seokjin.
“I have some free time. Not for long.”
“I’ll take it.”
Seokjin pays the upfront fee at the reception, saving any potential tips that will be delivered to Taehyung directly.
“What’s your real name?” Seokjin questions as they go back down to Taehyung’s room.
He glances over his shoulder, raising a precise, questioning brow. “You know I can’t reveal that.” He pulls Seokjin closer to him in the room by the loop on his belt, unbuckling it. “I’m Doll to you. You’re sir to me.”
“You know mine. I’m Seokjin.”
“And that’s as far as name basis will extend,” he says simply.
Seokjin’s stress must be overburdening him because he’s crossing boundaries he usually wouldn’t dare. Taehyung doesn’t hold it against him, giving him the benefit of the doubt for the meanwhile.
He takes off the jacket, revealing his smooth tanned skin underneath and the black lace lingerie adorning his body. It has been his favourite piece. He doesn’t wear it often, doesn’t want to alarm some of the clients. Lingerie can only be worn sometimes, with the right person, so this is an experiment for how Seokjin will take it for the second time.
Seokjin, however, just looks speechless.
“Shit… you’re…”
“I’m?” He prompts.
“Beautiful.”
Praise from Seokjin makes him feel enlightened. He tries not to show it, maintaining a straight face.
“What would you like, sir?” Taehyung asks.
“I… I don’t know. Anything you want. I just need to get my mind off work before I lose my mind.”
He hums as he sinks to his knees. He relishes at how Seokjin’s mouth opens in surprise, the tingle extending down his spine. Taehyung dutifully pulls the belt off, pushing his slacks down and revealing his cock.
He wanted to get his mouth around Seokjin’s cock since their last session and he’s content he can finally do it.
“No touching,” Taehyung warns him, gripping the base of his cock with one hand as his tongue swirls around the tip.
They haven’t moved to the couch or the bed, right in the middle of the room where Taehyung is kneeling.
Seokjin’s cock twitches as soon as it’s touched. His hand nearly reaches out to tangle into Taehyung’s hair, to hold him in place, but he refrains himself at the last minute before he can jeopardise this.
They only have a fifteen minute slot and Taehyung has no intention to draw this out any longer than it has to be. Not when he’s tempted to make Seokjin scream, moan and call him Doll until it’s the only word he can repeat. Fifteen minutes is just enough time to have Seokjin putty underneath his fingertips, wanting to watch the man fall apart at the seams.
“God, you’re beautiful, Doll. You know?” Seokjin is more vocal this time, maybe his stress speaking or the comfort of paying a sex worker has settled in.
Taehyung moans around the length, encouraging him to take the cock deeper down. The large size makes him initially choke but he steadies himself, glancing up through his lashes.
“Shit,” Seokjin moans.
Taehyung bops his head up and down, training his throat to eventually take the whole length down. It’s a stretch and he sputters around his cock, droll leaking down the side of his face.
“Wish I could touch,” Seokjin complains, but being good and not doing so.
Taehyung is almost about to say goodbye to his own rule, wanting Seokjin to touch him. To hold him down by his hair, tugging it roughly to his demands, to use his throat like a fleshlight and make him gag around it. His cock starts to harden to the fantasy playing out in his mind, doubling his efforts.
He repeatedly deepthroats himself, holding himself down with his nose buried in Seokjin’s pelvic area before the man is groaning.
“I’m close, close!”
Just in time. Taehyung pulls off, panting as there is spit connected from his raw, swollen bottom lip to the tip of his cock.
“My mouth or my face, sir?”
“Fuck,” Seokjin whines — as if he’s faced with the most difficult decision, face contorted with contemplation — before he’s nodding. “Your face. Wanna paint your pretty face with my come.”
And yeah, Taehyung is a goner. The filthy words, the beautiful man above him. It takes every ounce of self control not to beg to be fucked, simply obeying to Seokjin’s request of giving him a facial.
He tilts his head back, poking out his tongue and keeping his eyes open as Seokjin quickly strokes himself. He reaches his climax, coming all over Taehyung’s face, making sure to cover every possible inch.
Taehyung moans lowly, lashes fluttering. He’s hard… he knows it’s visible, poking out of his panties, but he can’t afford to feel embarrassed about it. There’s no point in trying to hide how Seokjin also turns him on.
He collects what come he can reach with his tongue, swallowing it as he says, “That was yummy, sir.”
“You’re gonna be the death of me, Doll.”
Seokjin reaches for his wallet just before he leaves, pulling out a hefty tip. Taehyung stares in surprise as he accepts the multiple 50k won notes.
“I… this is a lot?” Taehyung whispers in surprise, pushing it back to Seokjin.
The older man just shakes his head. “I can afford to give it away.”
And all Taehyung can think about for days to come is Seokjin. Seokjin’s come on his face, Seokjin when Taehyung makes him feel good. Seokjin when he pays him a lot. Seokjin, maybe his favourite client so far.
The next few months, Seokjin discovers that he’s devoting more time after work and on the weekends to pay visits to Doll.
Sometimes, it’s intentional. When he’s stressed out and needs a relief, he books an appointment and goes to see Doll. The man is pliant and obeys what Seokjin needs from him, but has never extended beyond blowjobs where Seokjin has not touched Doll. Other times, Seokjin’s just bored and wants to get off and Doll’s mouth is hot and wet around him.
The more times he visits Doll, the more he realises there’s an undeniable chemistry between them. It’s electrifying. The sex is mindblowing, and their conversations afterwards allows Seokjin to pick up little information about Doll.
After the sixth visit, Doll refuses to accept the hefty tips.
“Consider it a favour,” he’d say.
Seokjin would frown and insist but at some point, Doll did this because he wanted to rather than an obligation of his job.
Seokjin spends more time thinking about Doll and his sinful mouth than his own job for the first time since he has been employed.
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Another case win.
It has been the hardest case that Seokjin has worked on, nearly without any supervision whatsoever.
His superior had bestowed the responsibility on him, a sinister plan to watch Seokjin fail even if it meant negatively affecting their success rather. Seokjin had taken it on without a complaint. With Namjoon and Hoseok’s expertise — along with some other colleagues who sympathetically offered their help — he had been able to pass it.
He had released a breath of relief when the judgement had come through from the Judge.
In a room full of his superiors, he had proven himself to be victorious. It was taking every bone in his body not to act out of character, not to make a snarky, petty comments like Don’t doubt me, and, I told you so, I can do it. I’m famous.
To celebrate their win and Seokjin’s delicious money bonus, Hoseok arranged for them to go clubbing.
For once, Seokjin didn’t decline. In fact, he decided he deserved a night of freedom that isn’t loaded with work. He didn’t want to touch another case for a day or two, at least.
Seokjin ditches his suit and opts for something more casual. They go to Hongdae’s clubbing scene, seamlessly blending in with the other young adults out on the streets tonight.
As soon as Seokjin enters, he orders all his friends a round of drinks. Namjoon cheers to Seokjin, as they all clink their glasses together. Jungkook quite early on disappears into the depth of the club, claiming he has his eye on somebody.
Seokjin is tipsy with only three drinks, cheeks flushed as he kept sipping on the strong infusion of alcohol. Hoseok remains loyally by his side as they talked about everything but work which is a dream.
It’s only when Jungkook returns back with the boy he had spotted earlier in the club, his arm slung around the boy’s waist, that Seokjin is drawn out of his intoxicated bubble to a surprise.
“Hey, guys!” Jungkook greets him and Hoseok, gesturing to the beautiful but fierce boy by his side. “This is Jimin! And this is his friend, Taehyung.”
Seokjin’s world tilts off its axis for a minute, staring at Jimin and… Doll. From the club.
Doll is here, outside of the massage parlour. Dressed in normal clothes rather than flashy, expensive lingerie — in a form fitting black shirt and distressed jeans. He looks older, more mature, more of his real personality shining through.
Doll is Taehyung.
“Oh.” Taehyung is caught off guard, too.
Jimin’s eyes filter between Taehyung, Seokjin, then back to his friend. “Is everything okay?” He asks.
Taehyung nods stiffly. He gestures to the club behind him, all of a sudden looking nauseous.
Seokjin moves up, to almost touch him and halt him, before realising he has no right to do so. They may not be in the massage parlour but he does not want to disrespect Taehyung. Instead, he slumps back in the seat, pleading with his eye for Taehyung not to freak out.
“I… I need to go,” Taehyung says simply.
Jimin, without a second thought, is parting from Jungkook to rush after his friend. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
“Doll —” Seokjin corrects himself, “Taehyung. Wait.”
But Taehyung is walking away just as fast as he had arrived.
Seokjin suddenly feels very sober.
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“I liked him!”
A week since the encounter with Taehyung at the club, Jungkook is still sulking.
Seokjin is still stunned that he’s able to place a name, a real name to the gorgeous man he has been seeing at the massage parlour. It’s no longer Doll to associate with, but Taehyung.
A part of him feels immensely guilty, too. He feels like he shouldn’t know, that Taehyung didn’t want him to know. His head hurts from the moral conflict, wishing he had the ability to wipe his memory and unlearn Taehyung’s name. From how the boy had been quick to flee, he was not ready for his name to be exposed, to see Seokjin is a public sphere.
Jungkook, on the other hand, has been blaming his misery on Seokjin.
“I clicked really well with him!” He’s complaining in the cafeteria, barely touching his food even as Namjoon prompts him to eat. “All I know he’s an amazing dancer and his name is Jimin before you.” He throws daggers at Seokjin. “Had to get involved!”
“I didn’t even say anything,” Seokjin murmurs, not looking up from his bowl of rice.
“I didn’t even get Jimin’s number.” He sighs heavily, ignoring Seokjin.
Seokjin is too ashamed to return to the massage parlour. He had called Taehyung on a few occasions, but nobody picked up.
He speculates whether his short-lived unconventional relationship with Taehyung is already over, all because he discovered the man’s name. Should he live in oblivion, pretend he had not heard, continue to adamantly address him as Doll and Doll only?
“What do you want me to do here?”
Jungkook perks up. “Go to Taehyung and find Jimin’s number, hyung! We got along so well. We had kissed!”
“That quickly?” He frowns.
“Not the point!”
“I don’t know, Kook,” he says regretfully. “Doll isn’t picking up his phone. He either doesn’t want to see me or he is no longer taking appointments.”
There is a melancholic ache that vibrates through his chest as he speaks, wondering if it really is over. It wouldn’t be a bad thing necessarily. It’d give him an excuse to stop regularly visiting the red light district where he is doomed to get caught sooner or later.
But he wants to keep seeing Taehyung, wants to retain how good it feels.
“So go and ask to see him.” Jungkook is not taking anything for an answer, stubbornly crossing his arms.
Seokjin rolls his eyes, but doesn’t deny his friend. “Fine.”
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Seokjin is here at the demand of Jungkook.
He attempts to call Taehyung before but to no avail, going to voicemail. He wonders if he has been blocked. He wonders why Taehyung is so against being contacted, wanting to remedy the situation.
The receptionist once again is not impressed to see him but listlessly puts his name down, taking payment, and informing Taehyung a client is here to see him through the intercom as usual procedure.
“Thank you,” Seokjin says gratefully that he hasn’t been pushed out, going down to Taehyung’s room.
It is conspicuous that Taehyung has not been expecting any client, finishing for the day.
He is wearing an oversized shirt and shorts, packing up his belongings. He turns and his face falls when he notices Seokjin standing there, momentarily too stunned to say anything before a soft sigh escapes him.
“You’re here.”
“I am,” Seokjin murmurs. He feels like he doesn’t quite belong here, as awkward as the first day he had arrived. He shuffles on his feet and before he can start to say anything, Taehyung is walking over.
He strictly means business when he grabs Seokjin’s belt.
“I… uh.” Seokjin is dismayed. “Shit.”
“Blowjob again?”
“Doll… listen.”
“Blowjob or not? You want to fuck me instead?” He offers, the words of Seokjin going right over his head.
“Jesus, stop.” Seokjin touches Taehyung for the first time. It’s unintentional, just wanting to stop him.
His hand gently pushes Taehyung away from him, enough to put some distance between them. Just enough so they can talk without any sexual activity because that isn’t Seokjin’s objective here.
Taehyung whacks the hand away from him. “What do you want?”
“I wanna talk.”
His face morphs into bewilderment. “About what?”
“About this,” Seokjin says carefully. He is choosing his words carefully, not wanting to accidentally step out of line. “About why you ran away from the club the other week. Also because my friend Jungkook really wants Jimin’s number.”
Taehyung faintly smiles. “Good. Because Jimin is eating me alive for losing his chance to speak to your friend.”
“Same.”
He pauses and then deliberates, glancing at the bed. “Are you free for coffee?”
Seokjin is smiling so wide, it hurts his cheeks. “Yes.”
They find a low-key minimalist coffee shop outside of the red light district. It is strange to see Taehyung in this attire — a loose fitting shirt, some wide legged pants — looking comfortable and himself.
Seokjin orders them both a coffee and cake to share, adamantly shutting down Taehyung’s offers to pay for half.
They both sit opposite each other on the third floor of the shop, overlooking the busy main street of Itaewon below them. Even when it nears the end of the evening and darkness covers the city, it is just coming to life. The third floor gives them some privacy, not surrounded by nosy eavesdroppers.
“Here, Jimin’s number,” Taehyung says once he’s gotten permission from his friend, scribbling it down on a piece of paper.
Seokjin accepts it, texting it to Jungkook straight away. “Thank you. Kook will appreciate it.”
He shrugs. “The two of them really got along, so.”
“Mm.” Seokjin swirls the straw around his coffee, sensing the hesitation lingering in the air between them.
Taehyung takes a deep breath, a sad smile poking at his lip. “I’m Taehyung. Kim Taehyung,” he formally introduces himself with his real name for the first time. “I freaked out because I have never told a client my real name, and I wasn’t ready for you to find out either.”
Guilt swarms him. “M’sorry.”
“It’s okay. It’s just my rule… my parents don’t know I do this, you know? So, I try to make sure I can keep it a secret.”
“Your secret is safe with me.”
Taehyung nods. “Thank you…” He pauses. “I googled you.”
“Oh.” That catches him off guard. He had never expected Taehyung to do that and seeing his sheepish expression, perhaps neither did the man sitting opposite him. Seokjin has never personally bothered to search himself online but he’s sure there is countless articles about his successful cases, about the firm he represents, his line of work.
“I didn’t understand,” Taehyung continues. He busies himself with a sip. “Why somebody like you would want to see me.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re beautiful, rich… why would you repeatedly see me? When you’re attainable to anyone?”
He dislikes how Taehyung is talking about himself, not appreciating how he is degrading himself and comparing his job to Seokjin’s. It didn’t make either one of them better than the other.
“You’re beautiful, too.”
Taehyung shrugs. It’s clear he has more to say but keeps it at bay, not spilling his emotions out.
“So I googled you. You’re a famous lawyer. It doesn’t make sense why you keep coming to see me.”
“Is that why you refused to answer my calls?”
He bites his lip. “Sorry.”
“My friend booked me an appointment with you because he thought I needed stress relief. I kept coming back because I thought you’re attractive, and you make me feel good. So why not?”
“Might start charging you more, you can afford it,” he says sneakily.
That makes Seokjin laugh, lightly kicking Taehyung under the table.
They stay at the coffee until closing hours. By midnight, the barista comes to clean their tables and politely asks them to leave. In the three hours they have been here, they have struck up a comfortable conversation and Seokjin is basking in how good it feels to talk to Taehyung. It feels natural, like they have been friends for a long time.
He has learnt that Taehyung is originally from Daegu and came here to do an art degree. He works in the massage parlour as a part-time job and has since realised he quite enjoys it. He doesn’t regret it. He sends his parents some money home every week and makes frequent trips, just so he can see his dog and his siblings.
Taehyung is a wonderful person, his personality is as radiant as his face.
“Can I walk you home?” Seokjin asks.
Taehyung laughs. “I don’t live close to Itaewon. I’m a broke student.”
“Right.” He laughs nervously, knowing his own apartment in Gangnam is accessible by walk. “Can I at least get you a taxi?”
Taehyung shakes his head. He just reaches forward, shamelessly tapping Seokjin’s shoulder with a smile.
“I’ll be okay. See you soon.”
As soon as Seokjin enters the office the next day, Jungkook is practically jumping on him.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Appreciation, a rare occurance from Jungkook who usually takes every opportunity to bully Seokjin as if he’s the eldest. “I’m going on a date with Jimin, the prettiest angel! Thank you so much, hyung!”
Seokjin thinks it was worth it.
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Doll: You haven’t come to the parlour in a while.
Nearly two weeks, sir.
Seokjin is in the middle of a meeting when the text message comes. His phone buzzes and he apologies, turning it on silent. He will reply to it when he’s out of the stiff environment that suffocates him, surrounded by businessmen who want him and his father buried.
His client is not helping, either. Clueless and useless. It is not surprising that the client ended up in a lawsuit with one of the biggest food corporations in the country, a lost battle.
Doll: Don’t ignore me.
picture attached
Don’t I look pretty for sir today?
I have an hour opening.
Seokjin’s phone lights up and the small image preview reveals Taehyung’s lingerie, making him choke on the tea he has been sipping on.
His superior looks at him, bored and unforgiving gaze drilling into him. “Do you need to be accused?”
Seokjin shakes his head. “No, sir. Sorry.”
He texts back Taehyung, almost angered by how the boy is provoking him right now when he’s busy.
Seokjin: Stop texting me. I’m busy.
Doll: Aw, busy but drooling over my body?
Seokjin: Shut up.
Doll: Put me back in my space tonight, sir.
8pm.
Seokjin doesn’t reply.
As expected, Taehyung is still dressed in lingerie he had sent a picture in.
It is a black jewelled piece, a sheer slip thrown on top that does little to cover him up. His tanned body looks stunning in the lingerie, his body filling it out immaculately. It takes self control not to touch Taehyung immediately, not to press his fingers into the man’s waist, to leave a mark or two.
Taehyung has been waiting for him. His cock is half-hard and he’s aroused, walking over to him.
“What would you like, sir?” Taehyung purrs out.
He steps close enough so their groins are touching and Seokjin grits his teeth, still stimulated by the messages from earlier. He has been thinking about Taehyung all day. The boy has been imprinted in his mind, his glorious body a continuous flashing picture that he can’t erase.
“How far would you like to go?”
“I don’t mind… as far as you’d like.”
“I…” Seokjin nibbles on his lip. “I wanna fuck you. But I’m not allowed to touch you and I’m not sure how that’ll work and—”
Taehyung presses a finger to his lips, cutting him off. With his other hand, he lifts Seokjin’s and places it over his waist.
“You can touch me,” he promises.
Seokjin squints, dizzy with the permission. “... Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
It moves quickly from there. Seokjin has been given the liberty to touch Taehyung for the first time after regularly meeting and he takes advantage. His hand roams over Taehyung’s body, feeling over every edge, bump and curve that he has been deprived of. He gropes the man’s ass, relishing at how Taehyung’s head falls back and he gasps.
“Work so hard for your clients, don’t you?” Seokjin questions. He’s not sure where this courage is coming from but he feels in control, not under Taehyung’s hold this time. He leans in, nuzzling his nose into the side of Taehyung’s neck as he sniffs. “Has anybody taken care of you, Doll? Properly taken care of you?”
The use of his nickname — despite knowing his real name — has Taehyung moaning, shaking his head.
“No, sir.”
“Let me change that tonight. Will fuck you so good, so hard, you’ll remember me no matter what client.”
“Seok—”
“No. Keep calling me sir.”
Seokjin is tempted to kiss Taehyung, wanting to touch their lips together but he prevents it from happening. It’s a little too close to intimacy to Seokjin’s liking. Instead, he guides Taehyung to the bed. He doesn’t even need to undress him, wanting him to keep it all on.
To his surprise, Taehyung is wearing a plug.
A pretty jeweled plug keeping Taehyung open and slick. It disorientates Seokjin for a minute, speechless as he stares, his mouth dry and throat parched.
“Tell me your limits,” Seokjin requests. If they’re going to fuck and he has permission to touch, he’s not going to cross a boundary.
Taehyung squeezes his eyes tightly. “No limits, except scat play.”
“Jesus.” He watches how Taehyung navigates onto the bed, on all fours, his ass on display. He reaches behind him, struggling to balance as his face falls into the mattress. Good. That’s exactly how Seokjin wants him. He parts his ass cheeks, showing off the plug. “Would it be okay if I spank you?”
Taehyung is quiet. “Not too hard on the first time.”
His hand is already groping Taehyung’s ass, feeling him over. “I won’t hurt you,” he promises.
Then without warning, Seokjin’s hand lands a harsh, unexpected slap right on the meat of Taehyung’s act. The sound is harder than the blow itself, making Taehyung bury deeper into the sheets.
Seokjin seeks out Taehyung’s approval, permission to continue.
The boy is whimpering from where his head is hidden, but he is still shaking his ass back out for Seokjin to continue to use.
Seokjin is delirious with the control he has. He hasn’t had many sexual experiences, just a few fucks here and there and mostly with people he wasn’t overly attracted to. Most of the time it was with his ex-girlfriend, something that never awoke any excitement.
This, however, is making his head spin.
Taehyung is doing this for him at the moment, dressed in a beautiful attire, turned over on his stomach for him only.
There is a primal and unexpected possessiveness that comes over him. He is prodding the plug with his finger, pushing it deeper inside him just to see Taehyung writhe in his space.
“I’m ready,” Taehyung promises, growing impatient.
“Wait,” Seokjin commands, spanking him again. Then again just because he’s addicted to the sound, to the handprint that lasts over his ass for a second before fading again.
He has never been a sadist but he thinks he could get used to that. Would like to redden Taehyung’s ass, bruise him until he’s crying for mercy. He suspects Taehyung would enjoy that, too. The thought alone is making his cock stir in his jeans, half-hard already.
When he can no longer drag it on, Seokjin pulls out his cock, discarding the rest of his clothes.
Taehyung retrieves the lube and condom, ensuring their safety first. He strokes himself a few times, lathering the lube around his length and over Taehyung’s hole even though he’s already stretched out and wet from the plug.
He hums as he tugs it out, marvelling at how Taehyung eagerly clings around it.
“God,” Seokjin murmurs. He’s so turned on, it’s insane.
Taehyung is rutting his hip back, causing another spank to be delivered. “Please, sir,” he purrs. “Want your cock inside me. Want it so bad.”
Seokjin sinks into his hole, still met with some resistance as he bottoms out. He groans, a guttural noise, making his head spiral as he grips Taehyung’s ass. The touch is hard enough to leave finger shaped bruises, wanting Taehyung to have the reminder.
Once he is sure that Taehyung is adjusted to his size, he doesn’t waste any time to start fucking Taehyung.
Seokjin starts off slow. He repeatedly thrusts into him, deep and shallow. He pulls out nearly all the way until only his tip is sunken in Taehyung’s hole, only to slam into him. The erratic and irregular pace makes Taehyung whine, gripping the mattress and attempting to fuck back on the cock which awards him another hard spank.
“S-shit,” Taehyung is whining, constant needy noises falling out of his lip. “Fuck. Harder, sir, puh-please. Fuck me so good.”
Taehyung’s requests ping him, something animalistic and desperate stirring in his stomach as he starts to thrust harder. It’s deep and he treats Taehyung roughly, with no remorse, hitting against Taehyung’s prostate repeatedly.
Even when the plug had kept Taehyung open, he’s still tight like a vice and wet around Seokjin. The familiar coil in his lower stomach overtakes him and he shuts his eyes, giving into his pending orgasm.
“I’m - I’m close, Doll.”
Taehyung nods frantically, whimpering. “Please. Come, Sir. Please.”
Both of their breaths are ragged. Seokjin covers Taehyung’s body with his own, a sweat bead rolling off his forehead and onto Taehyung’s back as he fucks him with ferocity. The bed trembles at the force and he knows they’re both being loud enough for customers to wonder what’s going on.
Taehyung’s hand reaches for his own cock, fisting over it as fast as the thrusts that are mercilessly hammering into him.
They both come at the same time, into the condom and Taehyung all over his hand.
Taehyung collapses into the mattress a minute later, his hair matted against his forehead with sweat and exhaustion. He doesn’t attempt to wipe it away, still catching his breath.
“Fuck…” He whispers. “You really destroyed me.”
Seokjin is tempted to crawl into bed with him, maybe hug him and tell him he’s done a good job. Maybe confess how long it has been since he’s had sex and how that may have just been the best orgasm he’s ever had, his cock still throbbing as it comes down from the after effects.
But he feels too pathetic to put his heart on the line.
He swallows all potential words, just shifting to take the condom off and grabbing a towel to clean up Taehyung.
Taehyung is looking at him. There seems to be something ready on his tongue to say, but he just shakes his head.
Seokjin goes home with a strange sensation in his stomach. It doesn’t feel good.