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incendiary

(adj.) capable of catching fire spontaneously or causing fires or burning readily

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The sounds of the ocean waves swooshing are peaceful in contrast to the muffled squeals and mumblings of the people running around on the sand. Jeongguk sighs as he floats on the water with only his face sticking out. He gently shifts around using light kicks and motions underwater. He focuses on his breathing and the sensation of the ocean consuming him. With his eyes closed, he sighs, feeling the warmth of the summer sun shining on him and reflecting off the waves. He feels peaceful. Everything about the beach in July is calm and takes him out of his own life momentarily.

Of course, though, there is an emphasis on “momentarily”, as—within minutes—something comes crashing down to ruin the small bubble he has placed himself in, and it’s not the waves. 

Jeongguk notices a shift as the sky darkens behind his eyelids and feels the unnatural sloshing of water coming closer and disrupting the rhythm he has created for himself.

“Bunny? I think it’s time we go.”

A muffled voice says from somewhere close to him and he wearily blinks his eyes open, wincing when the heavy sunrays assault his vision and temporarily blur his world. Once the moment settles and he has batted his lashes a few times to focus on the figure looming over him in the water, he groans and lifts himself so that his bare feet hit the cool sand on the ocean floor.

“Why do you want to leave?”

The woman, older and wearing a weary expression, frowns at the young man. “I’m really not a fan of sunburn, for one, but also—”

She slinks forward and presses a manicured hand against Jeongguk’s bare chest. He stills himself, not caring much for her touch right now considering she’s yanking him away from one of the highlights of living in this area—the experience made better when he isn’t the one paying to be on the nice side of the beach. The woman pitches her voice down to try and sound seductive and bates her lashes up at the younger man. “—I only have so much time with you. I’d rather spend it doing other things. Don’t you agree?”

Jeongguk blinks at her for a moment. Then, a toothy, kind smile breaks out on his face to mask the grimace he wants to show her instead. “I can’t think of anything I’d rather do more.”

With a faux giggle, he allows himself to be trudged through the water by the dainty woman so that they can cross the beach to the adjoining hotel they are both currently staying at—thankfully in separate rooms. He rolls his eyes when she nearly bumps into some kid’s sandcastle and can’t stifle a laugh when she gets hit on the leg with a volleyball. Generally, he likes his clients—well enough, anyway. However, there always seems to be something missing when he does these exchanges—something he can’t quite name. This time, with this woman, it’s many things.

He sighs and pockets one hand in his damp swim trunks as they near the entrance to the hotel, looking off to the side absentmindedly and raking over in his head how much money he is going to make come this evening when their contracted time is up. 

That’s when his eyes catch something in the distance—no, not something; someone. Sitting on a beach chair with an umbrella above to shield him, sits the most gorgeous man Jeongguk has ever seen. He’s got on black swim trunks and he’s looking down at his phone. His skin is tanned and smooth-looking. He’s full of soft muscles and lanky limbs that would surely allow him to tower over Jeongguk. He pouts when he realizes that the man’s eyes are hidden away behind a—frankly, offensive—pair of sunglasses. Jeongguk is having a hard time finding it in himself to tear his eyes away from the expensive watch on his wrist. He’s sitting so close to the luxury hotel, is he staying in it as well?

“Bunny, hurry up!” The woman tries to playfully groan, tugging him further. 

Jeongguk sighs outright again and turns away from the mystery man on the beach chair, pouting at the fact that he can’t go speak to him right now. He decides right then and there that he will spend the evening after work trying to find him again. He’s far too handsome to be ignored.  

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The keys of a piano hum low in the background as dim lighting dusts shadows across the hotel bar. It’s elegant and exclusive enough that—even for a Friday night—not many people are slid into booths or crowded around tables and everyone that is present is speaking in hushed tones over expensive wine. Dressed in a silk, black button-up and slacks, Seokjin makes his way over to the bar centered in the room with his chin high. People turn and stare and nudge others to direct their attention to him as he makes his way through the space, but he doesn’t pay it any mind—he’s used to the enthrallment people have with him. He’s freshly thirty-one with a hundred thousand dollar watch on, and handsome features passed down to him through his parents; young, successful, hot. It would be a shame if they didn’t stare.

He approaches the bar in languid movements, one hand hidden away in the pocket of his pants. His dark eyes find the closest open seat and he perches himself in it. The bartender smiles at him and he returns the look with a curt nod. 

“What will you be having, Mr. Kim?” The older man asks, voice deep and dripping with saccharin, making it clear he is attempting to appeal to him because it is obvious he is someone of stature. Seokjin leans back on the cushioned chair and looks over to the piano being played on the small stage across the room. The woman sitting there is elderly and slow—care in her movements—as her fingers dance over the keys. 

“Ballantine’s. Neat, if you will.” He responds casually.

“I’ll have that up for you momentarily, sir.”

Seokjin falls into a relaxing silence as the bartender walks away to prepare his drink and tend to the two others around the bar. He sits up in the stool and lets his gaze wander the room at the sudden feeling of eyes on him. It doesn’t feel like the normal attention levied on him, but something more intense. His curiosity gets the better of him and, eventually, his dark eyes land on a beautiful stranger on the other side of the room. He’s gorgeous; strongly built, with wavy, long hair, delicate features, pronounced lips, and big eyes. He is dressed in similar clothing to Seokjin, aside from his button-up being white and a little too large on him so that it leaves his clavicle exposed. 

“Here you are, sir.” The bartender’s voice suddenly appears again, followed by the soft click of a glass as a drink is placed onto the polished wood. Seokjin tears his vision away from the stranger across the room and picks up his drink, bringing it to his lips for a slow and short sip. 

He savors the sweet taste of peaches and honey as it goes down, before setting the glass back down with a dull thud. In the barstool beside him, he feels air moving followed shortly by the sound of someone taking a seat.

“What can I get for you, sir?” The bartender asks, wiping a glass off as he faces the stranger that has seated themselves beside him. Seokjin pointedly doesn’t look over and focuses back on the piano lulling in the background again. He isn’t interested in speaking to anyone. Well, maybe one person.

He shifts his eyes to where the handsome stranger was across the room before, but finds that they are no longer there. He finds only an empty chair in front of a blank wall. 

Just then, a deep and smooth voice from beside him asks softly, “A red, maybe? Something strong with a hint of fruit? That would be nice.”

“Barolo coming right up,” The bartender spins on his heels and disappears behind the counter.

Seokjin, immediately captured by the sweet voice, turns his head and his gaze falls back onto those big, dark eyes from before. The gorgeous stranger is right next to him now, his hands resting on the bar—fingers interlaced—and a hint of something intriguing in his expression. Even in the moody lighting, Seokjin can make out much more of the stranger’s features. His cheekbones are defined, nose buttoned, and lips plump and unturned in a precisely defined cupid’s bow. He’s ethereal.

“Wouldn’t have assumed you were a red wine kind of person,” Seokjin says smoothly, trying hard not to look down at the stranger’s exposed, tanned neck. It looks soft and pretty and like something waiting to be covered in marks.

The stranger smiles, toothy and dazzling, and shifts to better face Seokjin. “You don’t know me well enough to make assumptions about what type of alcohol I enjoy.”

“Everyone makes assumptions about people they don’t know.”

The stranger raises a dark brow, teasing smile tugging his lips up and his eyes dip slightly into crescents. “And have you made any other assumptions about me?”

Seokjin places a finger on the rim of his glass and runs it across the top a few times, slow and steady. He watches the stranger’s gaze flicker to the movement before coming back. The man before him looks sweet and pampered. Probably some spoiled guy on vacation using his parent’s money. Seokjin hates how well he wears his confidence, because it’s too enticing to ignore.

“A few.”

“And what would those be?” There is a glint of something in his eyes. Seokjin scans him up and down. He’s delectable.

“Have you made any about me?” He asks, completely ignoring the question prior.

The stranger opens his mouth to formulate a response—a hint of something playful in his wide eyes—but shifts his gaze away to watch as the bartender slowly approaches with his wine glass and gently places it in front of him. “Here you go, sir.”

“Thanks,” He says, smiling at the bartender as he wraps his long and slender fingers around the glass. Slowly, he pulls the glass up to his lips and takes a slow, long sip. He makes a show of pulling it away and running his tongue along his wet, bottom lip with a pleased hum.

Seokjin watches with a hunger thumping inside of him—something he hasn’t felt in ages. He leaves his dark eyes on the stranger and waits patiently as he finally looks back over and smiles at him.

“A few.” He mimics what Seokjin said. “What’s your name?”

Seokjin does a valiant job of maintaining his composure as desire fills him. Oh, this man is fun. “Kim Seokjin. Yours?”

“Seokjin?” He mirrors softly, sweet vocals uttering the man’s name as he tests the way it sounds on his lips. Seokjin wants those lips on his. “That’s a nice name. Mine’s Jeongguk. Jeon Jeongguk.”

“Jeongguk.” Seokjin repeats as he pulls his glass to his mouth. The second before it touches his lips, he says easily, “A pretty name for such a pretty person.”

The stranger—Jeongguk—smiles, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth as he watches Seokjin closely. “I’m twenty-six. You?”

“Thirty-one,” Seokjin reveals as the glass is put back down on the wooden counter. He shifts so that he is leaning over the bar like Jeongguk is. They are closer like this and he can smell cologne on him; something floral and elegant.

“What are you doing in a place like this? Not many people like you pass through here, it’s such a small island.”

“Not many people like me?” Seokjin repeats, an eyebrow raising. Jeongguk smiles shyly and touches around his glass absentmindedly.

“You’re clearly wealthy and you’re also handsome. Mostly it’s just families and tourists that come through here. That’s all I meant.”

Seokjin hums at the word handsome and smirks. “I understand now. Good to know someone so attractive thinks I’m handsome.”

When Jeongguk bites back another bashful smile. Seokjin continues, “I’m here on vacation. I wasn’t planning on taking one but my company decided it was mandatory after skipping out on every one that I’ve had for the last six years.”

“Where do you work?”

“I own a brand called YOURS in Seoul. I co-founded it with a friend from college after we graduated.”

Jeongguk’s eyes widen a little bit, but he masks it quickly with a hum. “I’m sorry but I don’t think I’ve heard of it. What kind of brand is it?”

“Clothing, and it’s alright. We’re mostly known in America and Japan, anyway.”

“Ah, I see. You’ve been so active in the development that you haven’t taken a break in that long?”

Seokjin shrugs. “I didn’t feel like I was working half the time anyway. It’s something I’m passionate about so I never got tired. Still, when Yoongi—the other co-founder—realized I’d been skipping my paid vacations, he shipped me over here to make up for it.”

Jeongguk smiles. “He sounds like he cares about you a lot.”

“He does. We’ve been friends for so long and we had some rough patches through building the company up. It wasn’t easy to get it to where it is now, so we have been through a lot together.” Seokjin finds his lips tugged up softly as he thinks about his gummy-smiled friend back home.

Jeongguk hums. “I think it’s wonderful that you two are that close after so long.”

Seokjin shifts so he is resting his chin in his hand and looks Jeongguk up and down. His white button-up has slipped a little more and Seokjin can see the hard beginnings of his chest and the way his right arm is littered with tattoos that he can see the vague shadows of because of the slightly see-through nature of his top. His thighs are firm and huge. He must work out. Seokjin wants to give him a workout, too.

The younger man watches Seokjin check him out and squirms a little in his seat, looking away.

Seokjin, resisting a smirk at the fact the man’s resolve is already crumbling through his relentless flirting, takes another small sip of his drink and asks, “What about you?”

“Hm?”

“Do you work?”

Jeongguk nods curtly. “I do.”

Seokjin curls his lips and an eyebrow follows. He shifts in his seat so he is leaning back again with one hand on the back of it. “And what is it that you do?”

Jeongguk gets this look in his eye. His gaze shifts between Seokjin and the rim of his drink, a flirty smile at his lips again. Almost shyly, he explains, “I, um, have clients. I stay local. Most come and go. I actually just finished work with one. That’s why I’m here.”

Seokjin hums. “Clients? And you had one here? In the city?”

“No…” Jeongguk finally has the decency to look a little bashful as he ducks his head down and laughs. It’s such a pretty laugh; light and airy. “Um, in the hotel.”

“Ah.” Seokjin nods, finally understanding. An escort. A high-class one, it seems, if the choice of hotel is anything to go by. Something hot tugs inside of the older man at the thought of Jeongguk being kissed on one of the beds upstairs. He wants the person kissing him to be himself. He isn’t even certain why he feels so much drawn to this man—he just knows he wants him. “So, you’ll be leaving soon? From the hotel?”

The younger man gently shakes his head, long hair flowing with the movement. “Not necessarily. I’m…definitely not in a rush. I don’t have another client for three days.”

“Funny. I’m staying here for another three days.”

“Oh? Where are you going after?”

Seokjin shrugs and, without thinking, dips closer to the younger man. “Not sure yet. Maybe Jeju. I tend to go wherever my interests lead me.”

Jeongguk leans in too and pitches his angelic voice down to a near whisper. “And where are your interests leading you right now?”

The two exchange a look before Seokjin’s eyes shoot down to Jeongguk’s soft-looking lips. Just as he does, the younger man pokes his tongue out and runs it along the outside of his mouth, leaving a wet sheen in his wake. When the older man’s eyes shift back up to meet him, he finds that Jeongguk is looking at his lips too. With a smirk, he pulls back to take another long drag of the alcohol in his glass. He feels Jeongguk’s gaze on him and can practically feel the anticipation coming off him in waves.

“You go by your real name for work?”

Jeongguk runs his tongue along his lips again, kind of like he can’t help it anymore. Pink and wet and soft and Soekjin wants him. “No, not really. I actually—Well, it’s a little strange to say in this setting, but…most clients call me Bunny.”

“Hm. You picked it out?” He asks, because that makes the most sense. His two front teeth are white as snow and rounded in the way a bunny’s would be. He’s got big, wide eyes and a button nose. The only thing he is honestly missing is the ears.

So, when Jeongguk nods softly, he isn’t shocked.

“This client of yours, was it a man or a woman?” He finds himself asking, going back to his earlier comment about a client to try not-so-subtly to test the waters. Jeongguk accepted his compliments earlier, so there are no signs chiding him away from asking such a transparent question.

Jeongguk bites at his bottom lip and he really needs to stop doing that because Seokjin wants to reach out and tug it between his own. 

“Woman.”

“Oh.”

His displeasure must be obvious in the raise of his brows and the tilt on his response—thinking he might have misread the situation—because the younger man quickly follows up with, “She was okay. Though, to be transparent, I usually like the male clients I’ve had over the women.”

“Oh.” 

This time the sound leaves him differently and his glance at Jeongguk results in him finding a wide, toothy smile on the younger man’s face—a playful gleam in his eyes. Seokjin notices then that there is a small beauty mark hidden under his bottom lip that he is only just now catching under chance lighting, and, oh, he wants to kiss right against that spot.

“Do you have a preference for men then?” Seokjin asks even though the answer is obvious.

Jeongguk hums in reply, taking one more sip of his wine. The liquid is almost gone now and, as he tosses it back, a small drop of it runs past his glass and escapes his parted mouth. As the glass is rested back on the table and Jeongguk swallows, the stray drop curls down his red, wet bottom lip and threatens to fall down his face. Seokjin, mesmerized and unthinking, takes the opportunity to reach out slowly and angle his pointer finger under Jeongguk’s chin. Using the leverage, he tilts the younger man’s face up. He watches the big, wide eyes of the younger man on his own as he reaches up with his thumb and places it on Jeongguk’s lip, pressing down and slowly swiping away the stray drop of wine. Eyes trained on his lips—parted and sinfully wet—Seokjin lets his touch linger just a moment longer before he pulls away, flicks his gaze up to meet Jeongguk and pulls his thumb up to his own face to suck off the wine that got on him.

After what feels like a long second, Jeongguk breathes out, “Seems you do too, Seokjin-shi.”

A chuckle.

“I don’t just have a preference—I exclusively like men. I’m picky about which kinds, too.” He reveals, speaking slowly as he traces a finger around his drink again, trying to play coy. He is having fun with Jeongguk. He wants to tease him— imagines his own sick satisfaction if he were to watch him lose it.

Jeongguk sticks his tongue out to run over his wet lips, probably still tasting the bitter mix of wine and Seokjin. “Which… kinds?”

“Mhm. I have a type, I suppose.”

“And that would be?” Jeongguk asks quickly. He sounds a little breathless and the older man wonders how affected he was by him reaching out to touch him like that a minute ago.

Seokjin holds eye contact with Jeongguk for a long second, observing as the younger man tugs at the sleeves of his button-up. He holds back a smirk. He has him exactly where he wants him.

Darkly, he runs his eyes up and down Jeongguk again. His voice is low and suggestive as he speaks. “Pretty, playful—sometimes bashful—boys who look like they’ve gotten everything they’ve ever wanted.”

He watches as Jeongguk takes the words in—has to resist quirking his lips up when the younger man goes a little red, lips separating again like he can’t entirely help it.

“Guess I’m not your type then, Seokjin-shi,” Jeongguk tells him softly, but there is a deep sense of mischief lining each word. “That’s a shame.”

Seokjin raises a dark brow as he drinks down the rest of his liquor. Then, he tilts his head. “What? You don’t think you’re pretty, Jeongguk? If that’s the case, I’ll certainly have to object to that.”

Biting down on his lip, the younger man shifts in his seat—tugging at his hair as he goes. He spreads his legs apart and dips his hands between them, propping himself up and pulling his shoulders in. He appears smaller this way; docile, pretty. He peers up at Seokjin with those innocent eyes of his again. “I like when you call me pretty. Don’t get called that often. It’s always hot or sexy. Pretty is…I like it a lot, and I definitely believe you when you say it. I do think I’m pretty, Jin-shi.”

Seokjin has to smirk to mask the true expression hidden underneath; utter shock. He is once again astonished by Jeon Jeongguk. He looks gorgeous sitting in front of him like this; button-up slipping down his shoulder and his dark hair ruffled from playing with it absentmindedly. He is a vision as he arches his back and leans further in to tell Seokjin such alluring things—and that too; Jin-shi. A new nickname uttered on his lips because Jeongguk decided somewhere along the way that it sounded right. He is flirting openly now, and Seokjin wants to ruin him.

“Don’t get me wrong, you’re definitely hot and sexy, but pretty suits you better. Wouldn’t you agree, little bunny?” Seokjin asks him, voice bordering on mocking at the end. When Jeokgguk’s cheeks go a little pink, he tightens his hold on his empty glass in favor of doing something inappropriate. Oh? Does he like being teased a little?

Jeongguk nods slowly, staring down at his own lap now like he can’t quite bring himself to hold eye contact with the older man anymore.

Seokjin carries on regardless. “What makes you think you’re not my type then? Hm?”

The younger man’s voice comes soft and light—quieter than before but it doesn’t seem to Seokjin like he is uncomfortable. He just seems affected by the things the older man is saying. “I haven’t always gotten everything I’ve ever wanted…”

“Is that so?” Seokjin raises a dark brow, crossing one leg over the other so he can get a better angle at the younger man. He doesn’t know where he is going with this, but he desperately wants to find out. “And what is it that you haven’t gotten, exactly?”

He watches closely as Jeongguk digs his fingers into the sleeves of the shirt, taking a long breath. After a minute, he breathes out again and finally pulls himself up to look directly into Seokjin’s eyes. When his cheeks run hot, the older man doesn’t tease him about it. “I couldn’t quite put my finger on it before, but, after seeing you, I think I realized something… I’ve been doing the work I do for five years. I’ve had several clients - too many to count. It’s never mattered if it’s a man or a woman or a video call or locked away in a hotel room—they’re all nice. Too nice.”

Jeongguk takes another deep breath, big eyes revealing a little bit of desperation as he seems to search Seokjin’s for something. The older man doesn’t even think about interrupting him between pauses—all too ready to hear what the younger man wants—what he needs.

“They’re far too kind. They pay for my time and I’m worth a lot of money, so they treat me like I’m made of porcelain. They fuck me slow, and whisper sweet things into my ear, and get on top to ride me and tell me how hot I am—how much they needed our moment together. They don’t kiss me and they barely touch me, and they’re just…predictable.”

When Jeongguk sighs exasperatedly and runs a hand through his fluffy locks again, the older man debates reaching out and threading his own fingers in. He's a little taken-aback that the younger man is being so open with someone he's only just met, but he certainly isn't upset about it. He wonders for a fleeting moment if his willingness to open up is a testament to just over it he really is.

“I’m—ah, Jin-shi, I’m tired of it. I'm so tired. I’m so sick of everyone being nice. Even when I ask them—plead with them—to be rougher or to say something a little harsh, it’s never enough. They never really mean it and—even when they do—it’s too docile. I want so much more than what they give me.”

Seokjin lets his eyes roam over Jeongguk’s flushed face and parted lips. That’s such a shame because he’d be so pretty if he cried. The older man wants to make him cry.

“What is it that you want instead?” Seokjin pushes, acting coy. He already knows where Jeongguk is going but he wants to hear him say it. He wants him to be specific and let the older man in on exactly what he wants—what he must think Seokjin wants too, or else he wouldn’t bother bringing it up.

“I don’t want to be treated kindly. I don’t want to just have sex, Jin-shi,” Jeongguk admits and—even as he speaks calmly—he at least has the decency to wear a blush on his cheeks the entire time, and lower his voice so that no one nearby can overhear. So, he is at least somewhat aware that the words coming out of his mouth are utterly filthy. “What I haven’t gotten is fucked. I wanted to be used. I want it to hurt. I don’t want to have to think. I don't want to be able to walk. I want to be taken. I haven’t gotten that yet, and it’s what I want so badly.”

Seokjin is turned on. He can tell he is hard by the strain against his slacks and feels thankful that he wore his shirt untucked. He has subconsciously dipped down to hear Jeongguk better, and to be closer to him. He wants him. He wants to give him what he so clearly craves. His eyes rake over the younger man’s face. Flushed, breathing heavy, looking up at the older man with so much desire. He knows as well as Seokjin does that the older man is perfectly equipped to give him what he wants, though Seokjin doesn’t know if Jeongguk understands the full extent of what he is saying. He wants him to ask for it directly. 

The older man’s eyes are dark and predatory. “Is that so? You want to be roughed up, hm? Why reveal that to me, little bunny?”

The breath Jeongguk lets out is exasperated. Seokjin watches as his arms shake, like he is growing desperate. The older man can’t help the way his lips curl up into a cruel smirk.

“Want—ah, Jin-shi. Don’t tease me. I want that. Want to be roughed up—used. I saw you from across the room and I know you can give it to me. I know it. The way you keep looking at me is so—ah. I want that from you.”

“Hm. And even if I can? What makes you think I’d want to? What’s in it for me?”

“Ah, don’t tease, seriously. I know you want to. You keep looking at me like—like….” Jeongguk dips down further, arms still folded into his lap. Seokjin imagines it can’t be a comfortable position to hold and he wonders why he insists on it. That’s when his eyes dance down and he realizes the inside of the younger man’s forearms are pressed right against his covered crotch. Seokjin’s eyebrows raise and his cruel smile turns into a sadistic smirk. 

“Doing okay there, little bunny? You look like you’re in pain. Want some help with that?”

A noise escapes Jeongguk. It’s similar to a moan but closer to a pained whimper. Seokjin bites back a grin. The younger man finally raises his head to look him in the eyes again. His face is a radiant shade of red and there is a wild look in his eyes. Seokjin’s chest swells with joy. He looks so fucked out already and he hasn’t even done anything, so he can’t even imagine how he’d look if he did.

“I do want help from you. Want you to fuck me, Seokjin-shi. That’s what I want. Want you to give me what I’ve been looking for.” Jeongguk admits through little breaths. After his bold reveal, his eyes glimmer and his mouth drops into a pout. Seeming to realize his own embarrassment, he dips his head down again and adds a small, shy, “Please…”

The older man chuckles—the sound low and merciless. His eyes rake over Jeongguk’s body again. His broad shoulders and the small waist that’s half-hidden behind a partially see-through shirt. His fluffy hair and thick thighs. Seokjin wants to watch him writhe in pleasure and pain—wants to make him scream.

“I don’t know if you understand what you’re asking for, little one.”

Jeongguk glowers at him. “I do. I do understand and…I want it. I want it, Jin-shi. Please, give it to me.”

That’s when Seokjin stands. He gestures to the bartender and then pulls Jeongguk’s empty glass against his. All he has to do is give the man behind the counter a single look and the bartender nods in understanding. Put his drink on my tab. Then, he directs his attention back to Jeongguk. He steps right into his space. He is tall and towers just above the younger man even as he is perched in a barstool. He pockets his hands and enjoys Jeongguk’s wide eyes on his until he leans in—out of view—and places his lips right next to his ear. He is so close that his nose brushes Jeongguk’s hair and it smells divine. The younger man stiffens up and Seokjin listens as he sucks in harshly when he feels the older man’s hot breath on his neck. 

His tone is deep and sultry—one of authority. “If we do this, I’m not going to be nice to you, little bunny. I’ll make you cry, do you understand?”

The shiver that racks Jeongguk is satisfying to witness. Seokjin continues shamelessly. “I won’t give you kind words or let you off easy. I’ll use you for my own pleasure. I don’t care about how it is for you.”

The last part isn’t true because Seokjin does want Jeongguk to enjoy it. He wants him to beg and shake, but he wants to make it clear how he is during sex—he needs Jeongguk to be aware of what he is requesting. Past experiences have taught him that being direct about these things is best. The whimper that leaves the younger man tells the older one that he isn’t upset by the words, and—in fact—if pushing his hips forward into the inside of his arms is anything to go by, he’s very turned on right now. 

“I’ll leave you shaking. I’ll keep going even after you’re spent. I’ll push when you beg me to stop. I don’t quit until I’m satisfied and I won’t be satisfied until you’re ruined. Are you listening closely, little one?”

“Y-Yes, yes, Jin-shi. I’m listening. Ah, I’m listening. I want that. I want all of it—anything you’ll give me. Please—” Jeongguk’s voice cracks and breaks off in a whimper when Seokjin’s lips brush against his ear lobe. He gently bites down on it and listens to the way the younger man’s breathing halts entirely. He hums around it and pulls back, placing a light kiss on the spot of his neck that’s just under his ear as he goes.

“Tomorrow night. Seven o’clock. Come to the presidential suite that I’m staying in, and bring nothing but the clothes on your back. If you change your mind at any point, you don’t come, and—if I do see you waiting at my door—I’ll take that as consent to do what I want with you. Is that clear, Jeongguk?”

The younger man’s eyes are glossed over with lust. Seokjin is sure the look in his own is downright predatory at this point. Jeongguk’s lips are parted and his breathing is shallow. He is squirming in his seat. “Yes, yes. I-It’s clear. I understand, Jin-shi.”

Seokjin flashes a grin. In a normal context, it would seem casual and friendly, but here—now—it looks like he wants to devour Jeongguk. He bends down and places a kiss on the younger man’s supple cheek. Breaking off, he allows his lips to ghost along his face as he whispers, “Good. And let’s go with ‘hyung’, yeah?”

“O-Okay, hyung.”

Seokjin steps back then, watching with mirth in his eyes as the younger man stares after him as he goes. His big, dark eyes trained on every step away that the older man makes. He sees flashes of all kinds of things there; sadness, desperation, excitement, anxiousness. He wants to make all of it disappear until the only thing Jeongguk can focus on is Seokjin. 

After a while, the older man flashes one last smirk and turns away, leaving the hotel bar. He resists the urge to look back at the man he knows is still watching him closely.

—

Truthfully, Seokjin doesn’t expect Jeongguk to show, and that’s precisely why he made him wait. 

Busy with work, the businessman has only had time for a handful of flings in the last few years. However, that doesn’t mean he hasn’t seen it all. He likes to have intense sex—needs to be in charge. It’s an outlet from his constant life stresses, and he makes it clear what he wants. People tend to agree in the moment, and get cold feet later and back out. He always has to check in with those he sleeps with multiple times before and during intimacy, and—though no one has ever had to safe word, since he can usually gauge what is too far and what isn’t—it’s a precaution he has started taking; leaving time in between. He agrees to sleep with someone and allows a duration of time to go by before they are actually set to do it. The primary reason being that he wants to give them a chance to change their mind without feeling pressured in any way. It has worked in the past; on one or two occasions, people have texted to let him know they weren’t coming, or simply weren’t there when the time came around. Seokjin is always gracious about it because he understands.

That’s exactly why he expects that the younger man won’t make an appearance. For work or otherwise, Jeongguk said he has slept with countless people in the past and always been treated a certain way. Seokjin makes the assumption that everything he was saying at the bar was because he drank a little wine and was talking to someone he would likely never see again, and—even if he wanted it at that moment—he might feel differently come morning.

So, when he finishes taking a shower after hanging out by the beach all day and secretly texting employees behind Yoongi’s back to see how things are going back in Seoul, he is shocked to hear a soft but persistent knocking on the door of his suite. He freezes, standing in the middle of the spacious room with only a pair of dress pants and a white button-up on—hair still dripping from his shower.

He tries to mask his shock as he walks over to the door and stares through the peep-hole. On the other side, Jeongguk is standing in the hallway and tugging on the hem of the oversized black t-shirt he has on. He is wearing black sweatpants to match, and slides with black socks. His hair is fluffy and his cheeks flushed as he looks down at the ground and moves back and forth on the balls of his feet in anticipation. His clear anxiousness combined with the way his clothes look to be swallowing him whole makes Seokjin want to coo out loud.

He resists the urge and instead takes a step back, pocketing one hand and undoing the latch with the other. He twists the doorknob and pulls it open with a small gust of air to reveal a wide-eyed Jeongguk.

They stare at each other for a second as Seokjin admires him and the younger man looks like he is just trying to find the words to speak. Finally, the older man takes pity on him and says kindly, “Hi, Jeongguk-ah.”

“Hi, hyung…” He says and it’s all nerves. Seokjin has to bite back a smirk. The younger man was so confident yesterday but now that the businessman has agreed to make good on his promise, he seems anxious—like he didn’t anticipate getting this far.

Rather than teasing him, the older man steps back and leaves space for Jeongguk to see into the lavish room. “Come in.”

“Okay,” Is all Jeongguk utters before stepping in through the doorway. He stands there for a minute, eyes searching the suite with his lips separated in contained astonishment. Seokjin softly closes the door behind them, placing the lock back on it. He walks up until he is positioned just behind and to the side of Jeongguk—so close that he can feel the heat wafting from the younger man and can smell whatever sweet fragrance he is wearing.

“Like it?” Seokjin asks but there is a teasing glint on the end of the question.

Jeongguk either doesn’t catch it or doesn’t care because he just nods. “Yeah, this is…I don’t think I’ve ever been in a hotel room this nice before.”

The older man scoffs, “As if one of your clients has never booked a presidential?”

“They really haven’t. Not at a hotel this nice,” Jeongguk insists, head shaking in earnest. The businessman frowns.

“You deserve for your time to be occupied in only the finest places, Jeongguk.”

The fading flush on the younger man’s face reignits with a vengeance. He tugs at the hem of his shirt again. “Ah, thank you for saying that, hyung. Still, I’ve gotten to experience places and luxuries I thought I never would because of my job. I…don’t mind if they aren’t the best of the best, you know? It’s still more than I could’ve ever imagined.”

Seokjin watches him intently and feels a sense of desire flow through his body. He wants Jeongguk to only experience the very best, and nothing less. Truly, he doesn’t think he deserves anything below Seokjin’s standard. He has to fight back the insult sitting on the tip of his tongue about the clients Jeongguk has had. It’s not his place to have an opinion on his job or what he chooses to spend him time doing. Still, he clearly deserves more than what he thinks he does, and that upsets the older man—even if he isn’t entirely sure why.

“How are you feeling, Jeongguk-ah?”

The younger man turns his head over to make eye contact with Seokjin. He worries at his bottom lip for a moment before releasing it to breathe out, “I feel good.”

Seokjin raises an eyebrow. “Just good?”

Jeongguk shrugs, gaze cascading away. “Maybe a little anxious? I’m—I guess I’m nervous? I don’t know…Honestly, I haven’t felt this way about an interaction of this sort since I started my job when I was twenty-one. It’s…It feels foreign now.”

The older man’s shoulders slump as he softens a bit. A reassuring smile appears on his face. “I understand. Are you…do you want to back out now? You’re, of course, free to.”

“No!” Jeongguk says so fast Seokjin’s eyes widen. After he says it, he also seems to realize how eager he sounded because his face grows a little hotter and his prior flush rises to the tips of his ears. He is still tugging at the ends of his shirt. “I, uh, I’m sorry. I just meant…I came here, didn’t I? I’m serious about this, hyung. It’s…something I want to do.”

Seokjin hums. “In that case, there are some things we should talk about before we get started. I won’t do anything until we are clear about what is happening—especially because you haven’t done something like this before. Are you up for that, Jeongguk-ah?”

The buffer seems to relax the younger man, if his breathing steadying and the way he stops touching the hem of his shirt is anything to go by. “Okay, yes. Yeah. That sounds good.”

Seokjin smiles kindly at him. Something is different about Jeongguk today, but he likes it. Yesterday was all heated glances and flirting, and today is sincere - real. He’s soft around the edges and blushing. The older man finds something tugging inside of his chest. He still wants to fuck him until he cries, but he finds that another part of him also wants to hold him close under the covers after.

“Come here, Jeongguk. Sit with me,” Seokjin guides him to the plush couch situated on the opposite wall from the king-sized bed. He takes a seat on one corner and throws his arms up on the cushions, one leg crossed over the other in front of himself. He watches Jeongguk slowly take a seat down on the spot next to him. It’s clear to Seokjin that he doesn’t want to be far, and he thinks it’s precious that he is already—whether consciously or unconsciously—letting himself be conducted through Seokjin.

The younger man politely folds his hands in his lap and peers up at the businessman as he begins speaking. The redness has left his cheeks and his breathing has finally leveled out.

“So, Jeongguk-ah, did you consider everything I told you yesterday?”

His voice comes out a little taut. “Yes.”

Seokjin raises an eyebrow. “And you still want that?”

Jeongguk runs his tongue over his lips and nods. Breathlessly, he tells the older man, “Yes. I want everything you said, hyung.”

“Oh, everything I said? Even the part about making you cry and writhe in pleasure, Jeongguk-ah? You want that too?” Seokjin can’t resist the urge to tease him, and the reaction he gets is worth it; Jeongguk squirms in his seat, shifting mindlessly.

“Um, y-yes, that too.”

“Hm, alright. As long as you and I are on the same page. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable at any point during this. In order to do that, I also need to know what you like.”

“I—” Jeongguk goes to say but his voice cracks and he has to clear his throat. “I’ll like anything you want to do, Seokjin-hyung.”

The way he says it sounds so sincere that it makes the businessman’s eyes darken. He watches the way the younger man leans into himself as he says it, like he is embarrassed by how honest the words are. Like this, the older man understands why he called himself Bunny, and it makes so much sense because Seokjin is staring at him like he is prey. 

When Seokjin chuckles, Jeongguk looks over at him.

“I believe you, little bunny. Still, I want you to tell me specifically. Tell me all of the things you tried to ask your clients for that they didn’t give you. Better yet, tell me the things you didn’t ask because you knew they wouldn’t do it. I want to know all of it.”

Jeongguk sits for a minute, carefully nodding and listening to what Seokjin tells him. He hums when the older man finishes speaking and sits in silence, concentrating and possibly debating whether or not he actually wants to reveal what he wants to its fullest extent. Finally, he starts talking. His words are slow and careful. He thinks as he speaks.

“I…I asked them to be rough. I wanted them to be harsh. They would…thrust too slow or too shallow. Sometimes, it wasn’t satisfying at all. I would ask them to hit me and to slap me around a bit. I…I wanted to be marked and sore. I didn’t care if they bit me or left bruises with how hard they grabbed me, but it was like they were scared to. The ones that did do it…it was only a little. One woman was riding me and I asked her to choke me but I barely felt anything at all. Hyung, I…I didn’t want to be able to breathe. I wanted to feel the air contract and my throat tighten, but I didn’t get to have any of it.”

Jeongguk pauses to take a deep breath and Seokjin watches him with intensity. There is so much carnal desire blooming in him as the younger man speaks. Slapping, marking, choking—it’s all right up Seokjin’s alley.

“What didn’t you feel comfortable enough asking for, little one?” He requests softly. His tone is deceptive and counters the thoughts consuming his mind.

Jeongguk squirms. “I wanted…I tried to ask someone to, um, to talk down to me? Like, I wanted him to call me names and say cruel things, you know? He…he was being so gentle that I didn’t feel like he would say yes, so I didn’t bother. Maybe it’s because we’re practically strangers, or because they are paying money so it doesn’t feel right to them, but they don’t ever seem comfortable doing things like that. So, I’ve never…had the confidence to ask a client to do that.”

“To degrade you?”

Hearing what he yearns for being put so bluntly makes the younger man visibly shake. Frenzied, he responds with, “Y-Yes. To…to do that…”

Seokjin hums. “Is there anything else you can think of right now?”

Jeongguk considers it for a moment, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth and worrying at it. When he finally shakes his head, the older man tilts his head, eyebrow raising.

“Then should I tell you what I like now, Jeongguk?”

Soekjin picks up on the way the younger man shifts to face him a bit better, eyes widening eagerly. He nods again. “Yes, please.”

Seokjin bites back a smile at the ‘please’ fitted to the end of his response. He is so precious and the older man wants to wreck him. He imagines Jeongguk whimpering out a chorus of ‘please’ and ‘ah’s as Seokjin works him open on his fingers.

“I told you a bit yesterday, but why don’t we get more specific, hm? As I’m sure you realized, I like being in charge. I exclusively top the people I’m with. I enjoy being in a position of power. When I have sex with people, I like them pliant. Do you understand all of that, little bunny?”

The small whine that passes Jeongguk’s lips seems unintentional. “Yes.”

“I told you I’m picky too, didn’t I? It goes beyond just prettiness and bashfulness, though. I want someone who is going to listen to me—someone to be good. However, if you decide to act like a brat, just know that I have no problem finding a way to put you in your place, are we clear on that? It doesn’t hurt my feelings at all to pull you over my lap and spank your ass raw—”

Jeongguk lets out a shaky breath. His face is so flushed that he looks like he has just got out of a sauna. Seokjin knows that his switching from referencing a person to referencing Jeongguk is part of what got him to be this affected.

“—but I wouldn’t test it out. I told you, Jeongguk-ah. I’m mean. I don’t have any problem ruining an orgasm for you or using you until I’m satisfied and leaving you hard and dripping. You want to be slapped around, spanked? You want to be choked and manhandled? You want to feel used, like you’re nothing more than a hole to fuck? I can easily do that for you, but I need you to understand, I’m nothing like your clients.”

He notes the way the younger man’s breathing starts becoming fast after the word ‘fuck’ passes his lips, and wonders if Jeongguk generally enjoys being spoken to like this, or if it’s something about the contrast between how professional Seokjin has been throughout the duration and the flithy promises passing his lips while he is.

“I know you’re not. I know. That’s why I want it, hyung,” Jeongguuk whines. Seokjin can see him pressing harder down into the couch like it will do anything to help alleviate all of the pressure he is feeling from arousal.

“If we do this, you’re not leaving here until you’re marked and ruined. You’ll be so fucked-out by the end that the clients might not be enough for you ever again. My goal is to ruin anything else for you. I want you to be mindless and satisfied and only able to think about what I can give you compared to everyone else. If that’s something you absolutely want, then we can go forward with it and fulfill each other's desires.”

Jeongguk looks ready to throw himself into the older man. He sees the shiver run down the younger man’s spine and wonders what he is thinking about. He thinks that the look in Jeongguk’s eyes—the one that seems curious and anxious and excited—and how it is similar to how Seokjin looks at something he wants desperately; like a full-course meal that has just been laid out in front of him and offered for free, like everything he has ever wanted sitting in the palm of his hand. 

“I want it, hyung. I’ve only said that I want it. I want this—with you. Please, take it. It’s yours.”

Seokjin’s eyes darken. He can feel his resolve wavering with every passing moment. He can tell that he wants Jeongguk just as badly as the younger man wants him.

“What’s your safeword, little bunny?”

“Don’t have one. I’ve always just used the light system. Easier that way.”

“That’s perfectly fine with me.”

A second passes with both of them in complete stillness, utter silence. Then, another second. It’s as though the world has stopped spinning and they are frozen in time, looking at one another.

Seokjin’s eyes wander Jeongguk and finally, he makes a move. He rises from the couch and slowly walks over to the younger man. Stopping in front of him, Jeongguk looks up. Like this, Seokjin’s waist is level with the younger man’s face. They hold eye contact as Seokjin reaches out and places the back of his hand against his face. He lets his knuckles gently brush up and down Jeongguk’s face. The younger man lets out a loud breath that he had been holding in, and relaxes his shoulders, leaning further into the touch. Seokjin notices a small scar that has faded across one of his cheekbones under the faint lighting, and curiously runs his thumb along it. Jeongguk breathing quickens.

“Nervous, little bunny?”

“Like when you say that,” Is all Jeongguk responds with.

Amused, Seokjin raises a dark brow. “Little bunny?”

“Mhm. I know you’re teasing me, but…it feels…right? Little one, too. Never been called that before, but it sounds nice when you say it.”

Seokjin huffs a laugh and it’s dark. “Yeah? Well, you didn’t answer my question, little one. Don’t ignore me when I’m speaking to you, and answer my questions directly from now on. Next time, I might not be so forgiving.”

Jeongguk closes his eyes completely and shivers as Seokjin’s hand moves up to thread into his luscious hair. “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to. I am a little nervous, yes. This is…kind of new for me.”

“What? Getting fucked? Can’t be. Not when you open your legs for everyone, constantly.” Seokjin scoffs. He knows what Jeongguk meant, but he wants to rile him up a little bit—gauge how he reacts. He needs to  know - has to test the waters at some point, and sooner is better than later.

He gets what he is hoping for when Jeongguk pouts and a small whimper dies halfway up his throat. “I—No, I don’t. That’s not what I meant. I’m not like that…”

“Like what, little one? Like a slut? I beg to differ.”

Jeongguk’s breathing hitches when Seokjin veers the insult at him. “I—hyung."

“What? Are you in denial that badly?” Seokjin asks and tightens his hold in Jeongguk’s hair out of nowhere to a harsh tug, earning a sharp inhale and a hiss from the younger man. “Do you need me to remind you how much a whore you really are, little one? I’ll be glad to do it.”

Jeongguk whimpers and Seokjin watches as his mouth falls open for soft pants to leave it, and his hands clench and unclench in his lap. “Yes, yes, hyung, please. Need to be reminded.”

The businessman has to hold back an audible groan at the words. Jeongguk is perfect. 

“If that’s the case,” Seokjin starts, releasing Jeongguk’s hair and using his other hand to harshly grab at the younger man’s chin and get him to look up at him. Jeongguk opens his eyes back up from where they were squeezed shut at the harsh treatment and looks at Seokjin with so much want. “Then go take off your clothes and kneel on the rug over there for me, little one. I want you sitting there for me when I get back, so don’t take too long. I’ll be back before you know it.”

Seokjin slowly backs away from Jeongguk, who is wide-eyed and still catching his breath. Wordlessly, he watches the older man walk towards the entrance with his hands in his pockets. In less than a minute, Seokjin is opening the door and leaving through it with little more than a soft ‘click’ of it closing behind him to signify his absence.

Seokjin lingers in the hall for a few seconds, listening closely to the silence coming from inside. Then, within seconds, he hears the faint sounds of Jeongguk rising from the couch and clothes shifting. With a grin, he walks away.

—

Seokjin is back within ten minutes, and half of it is spent on the elevator ride down and back up again. He feels like he is running on a high the entire time—adrenaline and dopamine coursing through his veins. He thinks about Jeongguk the entire way there and back, and wonders how the past few minutes have been for him. He wonders if the younger man was huffing and squirming around, waiting impatiently. Or if he was quiet and shaking, anxious for his arrival. He curiously lets his mind play through the scenario where Jeongguk was hard as he thought about what was going to happen when Seokjin got back, and couldn’t help but touch himself to relieve some of the pressure. He has to bite down hard on the inside of his cheek to will himself not to get a hard-on again while on the elevator.

Once back up to the top floor, he is slow and meticulous in his unlocking of the door. He takes longer than necessary just to tease Jeongguk a little more. Finally, he twists it and the handle to pull the door open. He purposely avoids looking at the figure positioned in between the couch and the bed as he steps into the room and locks the door behind himself. It makes the reveal when he finally allows himself to start walking towards Jeongguk all the better.

He’s a dream. 

He is completely bare from head to toe, and his body is breathtaking; hard lines and smooth curves, soft-looking, tan skin that is a perfect contrast to the tattoos dancing up his entire right arm that Seokjin didn’t have the pleasure of seeing before. He’s an absolute vision kneeling on the rug with his thighs pressed together and his feet propping up his plump ass. He even has perfect form; his back is straight and his arms are pulled behind his back where he holds them still—his hard cock standing at attention against his abdomen; pink and wet and neglected. It’s smaller than Seokjin’s by a couple of inches, but he is still an average length. His chin is down when Seokjin walks in and—even though the older man sees his shiver and knows how badly the younger man wants to look up at him—he pointedly keeps his gaze held to the ground.

As Seokjin steps in front of him—still fully clothed—he can’t help but let out a pleased hum.

“Who taught you how to present like that, little one?”

Jeongguk is quiet for a moment - letting out deep breaths—before he finally responds in a voice so soft that Seokjin has to strain to hear it. “No one? I just…this felt like the right way to be.”

Seokjin bites down hard on his lip at the arousing thought that Jeongguk has never held this submissive pose before and, yet, something deep within his subconscious told him it was the correct way to present. The older man’s eyes are dark and hungry.

“Is that so? Your form is perfect. Figured someone must have trained you well, little bunny,” Seokjin praises as he reaches a hand out to run gently through Jeongguk’s hair again. The man below him whimpers.

“Thank you, hyung.”

Another satisfied hum escaped Seokjin. “Did I keep you waiting for too long? You seem to be having a hard time.”

“I’m okay. I was—I just didn’t know where you went or when you’d be back. Wasn’t…wasn’t sure you would come back at all. At one point, I thought you might have done this all just to tease me.”

Seokjin chuckles. “You poor thing. Thought I wouldn’t come back for you? How could I do that, little one? Especially when you got all pretty like this for me. So eager to please, aren’t you?”

He watches as a shiver runs down Jeongguk’s back. His form wavers a little with the movement and Seokjin tightens the hold in his hair like a warning. Instantly, he stills.

“Yes, hyung. Yes. I want…” The younger man struggles to calm his breathing. “I want to be good for you.”

“Aw, you do, do you?” Seokjin’s tone is condescending as he uses the hold on Jeongguk’s hair to tilt his head back and get him to look directly up at him. “Want to be good, little bunny? Were you good for all of the other people you slept with, too?”

Jeongguk’s lip juts out to form a soft pout and he huffs through his nose. “Tried to be, hyung. I tried. I didn’t—they never gave me what I wanted, though, so I didn’t really care if they thought I was.”

“Oh, I see,” Seokjin said harshly, moving his hand down to the hair on the nape of Jeongguk’s neck and yanking on it so that the younger man lets out a soft cry and squeezes his eyes shut as his head is tilted further back. It must put a strain on him but Seokjin doesn’t care. He uses his free hand to grab both sides of Jeongguk’s face—handling him so roughly that he can feel the outline of the younger man’s teeth through his cheeks. “So, since you’re a selfish little slut, no one else’s pleasure mattered but yours? You behaved like a brat just to try and get what you want? Only focus on yourself, is that it?”

Jeongguk whimpers. “No, no. Promise, hyung. Not a slut. That’s not it..” 

Seokjin’s scoff is mean and dismissive. “How can you say that when you spread your legs for me the second we met, little one? You were so fucking eager for it—practically started drooling. All just so you could get used how you wanted to. I’d say that’s pretty fucking selfish.”

The businessman hears the small—nearly mute—moan that Jeongguk lets out as he degrades him. Despite the words clearly turning him on, the younger man continues to deny any wrongdoing. “Wasn’t focused on me, hyung. I was focused only on you—on what you could give me. Knew you could fuck me how I wanted. I was only thinking about you, I swear. Could only think about your dick inside of me the whole time we spoke.”

“Is that so? All you could think about was dick and you’re trying to say you’re not a whore? What a fucking joke.” Seokjin scoffs again, dropping his hold on Jeongguk entirely and stepping back.

The younger man whimpers but lets his head drop back down. His hair is covering most of his face but Seokjin catches the redness of his cheeks.

Voice barely above a whisper, Jeongguk mutters, “So mean, Jin-hyung...”

“Aw, I’m being mean, little one? What? Can’t handle it?” Seokjin asks cruelly as he places a deceitfully gentle finger under the younger man’s jaw. Jeongguk goes easily; raising his head yet again to stare up at the older man. There is so much held in his expression; desire, lust, longing, desperation, and a whisper of what Seokjin can only assume to be fear.

“Color?”

A flicker of surprise crosses Jeongguk’s face. It’s gone almost instantly—replaced with that heady want.

“Green. So green. Please, hyung—”

A loud, resounding slap fills the air. 

The younger man’s eyes widen in shock and his breath hitches. His head is suddenly turned and he has to pull himself back into place and find Seokjin’s eyes again to fully process what just happened. Seokjin hit him across the face—hard. No warning. He leaves a sting in his wake and a red mark to linger on his supple skin. Seokjin thinks the contrast looks beautiful. He reaches out to gently caress over the spot he hit that is already starting to bloom.

“Couldn’t even give me a simple response without carrying on. I’m going to have to teach you how to keep your fucking mouth shut, aren’t I, little bunny?”

Jeongguk purses his lips and holds in the whine threatening to escape as he enjoys the embarrassment he feels rushing through his face—the pain running in his veins. He has never been slapped across the face and it feels fucking good. It feels like exactly what he has been wanting. He knows better than to speak again without first being spoken to, so instead he watches with eager eyes as Seokjin reaches his free hand down and—one-handed—undoes the button of his slacks, followed by the zipper to reveal black boxer briefs that are tight around the crotch. Jeongguk’s eyes slowly widen as the older man reaches down and pulls his hard cock out from his underwear.

He can’t help the gasp that breaks its way past his lips.

Seokjin smirks. 

“What, little one? Intimidated now? Surely you’ve seen a cock as big as mine in your line of work before. In fact—a whore like you—I bet you live for it.”

The older man strokes his dick once, and then twice, before stepping close so his dress shoes are knocking against Jeongguk’s bare knees. Staring down with a heated look in his eyes, he mockingly slaps his dick right against Jeongguk’s cheek. “Come on, whore. Open up. You were so ready to talk before. Tell me how badly you want it and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

The degrading name sends another shocked shiver down the younger man’s body. He digs his nails into his palms and lets them form painful crescents just to prevent his hands from shaking. There is something so undeniably hot about Seokjin being fully clothed aside from the fact that his dick is out, while Jeongguk is on his knees in front of him—nude. There is such a power imbalance between them and the younger man is thriving on the high he gets from it—he’s positive Seokjin is too.

“Please, hyung. Please give me your cock. Want it. Wanna feel it in my throat.” Jeongguk pleads, face flushing beyond the red of the slap that was landed earlier. It seems to do the trick though; Seokjin smirks, a dark expression on his face as he runs the tip of his cock along the younger man’s parted lips.

“Good. Such a good slut. Come on, stick your tongue out.”

Jeongguk does so eagerly and moans out loud when the older man begins slapping his dick against the awaiting tongue. Seokjin’s eyes are heady with lust and Jeongguk basks in the expression, squirming in his spot kneeled on the floor.

“Good whore. Keep it there,” Seokjin commands as he lets go of the hold on his dick and places both hands in Jeongguk’s hair, pulling it up in a tight grip. The younger man instantly knows what’s coming and sucks in a deep breath. “I’m gonna fuck your throat and you’re going to be good and let me use you, okay?”

Seokjin frames it like a question but doesn’t wait for a response. He instantly thrusts into Jeongguk’s mouth and the younger man holds in a whine as his mouth is filled to the brim with a hot, thick cock. He has honed his gag reflex after years of regular use for his job, but Seokjin is big, and he still chokes whenever he feels the head of his dick hitting the back of his throat. He makes a noise as his throat tightens and spasms around the intrusion, but Seokjin just laughs—pulls his cock back just enough for him to suck in a quick breath—before pushing back in and going further into his mouth.

“Try not to choke, little bunny,” He advises, but it’s sarcastic. In fact, he begins making slow, deep thrusts in and out of Jeongguk’s mouth as though he wants him to gag. The younger man looks up at him with tears in his eyes and a full mouth, and the sight makes Seokjin groan. “Fuck, such a well-behaved whore. Taking dick like a pro. That’s because you are, huh, little one? Just a fucking hole to be filled. You’ll have it any way you can get it, won’t you?”

Jeongguk whines and it comes out muffled. His eyes are glossed over as Seokjin fucks into his mouth faster and changes the pace to keep him on his toes. He pulls back slowly, and thrusts back in fast and the younger man’s head is spinning because if Seokjin is using him now the same way he is going to fuck him during sex—Jeongguk is done for.

Seokjin huffs a laugh as he watches spit fall from Jeongguk’s mouth and run down his chin. “So messy. Sloppy whore.”

Jeongguk’s eyes roll to the back of his head as Seokjin turns his head a bit sideways to get a better angle. He thrusts in deep and lets out another soft groan. The dick in Jeongguk’s mouth is too big to take all the way down to the hilt, and even though the older man seems satisfied regardless—if his reactions are anything to go by—Jeongguk still wants to please him more. He wants to leave an impression. He wants Seokjin to remember him. So, with little consideration, he hallows out his cheeks and starts using his tongue to lap around the dick in his mouth as best as he can.

The response is immediate.

Seokjin lets out a loud breath in shock and squints in disbelief at the man on his knees. “That good, slut? Fuck, so greedy. Look at you. Just can’t get enough, can you?”

Jeongguk hums low in his chest—a pleased sound. The dichotomy of the innocent noise he makes mixed with the filthy, wet ones coming from where Seokjin’s thrusting into him are sinful. The older man suddenly lets go of the hold in his hair and runs the back of his hand gently along the side of Jeongguk’s face. He stops thrusting, chest rising and falling faster now than when they began. The younger man doesn’t stop moving, though. Instead, he moans around the intrusion and uses his new freedom to twist his head to the side and suck harder on Seokjin’s dick, bobbing his head up and down at the same rate the older man did.

“There you go, little one. Go on. I can see how hard you are. You like it that much? You’re fucking leaking and I haven’t even touched you yet,” Seokjin finishes the statement with a mean laugh and Jeongguk feels tears fall down from his eyes.

Seokjin’s right. He’s hard and the tip of his dick is as flushed as his cheeks. His arms twitch behind his back as he debates moving one over to release some of the pressure building up inside of him. The older man must notice because he huffs a laugh. “Don’t even think about trying it, little one. You get something only when I let you have it, do you understand?”

Jeongguk whimpers and laps harder at Seokjin’s cock, as if trying to convince him.

“What? Think you deserve it? Show me. Make me come with just your mouth and I’ll consider letting you feel good too.” Seokjin’s voice is breathless as he sits high on the pleasure he is feeling, and the younger man thinks he sounds so hot like this—looks hot too; head thrown back and his eyes fighting to stay open as he allows himself to bask in the feeling of Jeongguk’s mouth on him.

The younger man starts working harder, spurred on by the promise. He bobs his head and can feel everything getting too raw from how rough he is. In an effort to remedy the problem, he takes his mouth off of Seokjin only to use the excess of spit he has accumulated to drip it down the length in front of him. As it runs down Seokjin’s dick, he looks up at the older man. There is a mix of tears and spit on his face, and Seokjin wipes at them with two stray fingers, smearing it around even more on his cheeks and down his neck and making Jeongguk messier. The younger man whimpers and closes his eyes as he enjoys the feeling of Seokjin’s slender, warm hands on him. All he can think about is how he wants Seokjin to touch him more.

“Hyung, please…”

The second the words leave his mouth, his eyes grow wide and flicker up to the older man’s. Seokjin had just scolded him for speaking out of turn. He knows he messed up, and Seokjin knows too; he has an eyebrow arched and one side of his mouth pulled up at the corner. “Oh? Are you bold, little bunny, or just stupid?”

“S-Stupid,” Jeongguk answers as if that will help. He isn’t thinking. His mind is filled with thoughts of Seokjin and Seokjin’s dick and how he wants to feel it in his throat and his ass and how he wants Seokjin’s big hands all over him while he does it.

The older man’s laugh is cruel and brash. He tosses his head to the side and fists a hand in Jeongguk’s hair again. “Oh, yeah? At least you’re honest, huh? Come on, little one. Hold out your face for me. You know what’s coming, don’t you?”

Jeongguk whimpers but follows the orders to a tee; offering the side of his face up to the older man who steps back just enough to leave room for what he wants to do. As his hand reels back, Jeongguk squeezes his eyes shut and holds his breath, waiting.

There’s a split second delay before a loud, startling noise cracks through the suite. Only after Jeongguk’s face is turned to the side and his face feels hot does he begin to process the pain. It blooms slowly before breaking out all across his cheek. He bites down on any noise that threatens to escape. The slap hurt—more than the first one. Tears well up in his eyes. Before, Seokjin must have just been giving him a mere taste of what he can do.

“Good slut. Took your punishment well. So good,” Seokjin praises lightly. 

Jeongguk sucks in a deep breath. The older man gently caresses the side of his face that he hit, and the younger man leans into the touch. His head is spinning. Seokjin switches from mean to kind so quickly that he is beginning to get whiplash. Though, something tells him that Seokjin being rough with him now is only the very beginning of what he is capable of doing—what he will be doing soon—and that he should enjoy the sweetness that accompanies it.

Jeongguk lulls for a moment, trying to catch his breath and calm his fast heart. He wants so much. He needs to prove himself to Seokjin—show him he deserves it, he can be good.

So, sniffling, he starts licking up the length of Seokjin’s hard dick again. When the older man lets out a pleased sigh, he wraps his swollen lips around the head and circles his tongue around.

“Good whore. Keep going, little one. Make it wet. There you go. Just like that.”

Jeongguk listens easily, allowing his saliva to coat the massive length in his mouth, and slurping up the excess to make the slide slick. He notes every time Seokjin makes a noise or praises him to keep doing, and stores the information away for what parts he specifically enjoys. Jeongguk finds that he likes his slit licked, and Jeongguk’s throat pulsating around his dick, and for the movements to be fast and off-beat.

Seokjin cards his fingers through the younger man’s hair but doesn’t push his head down, just lets Jeongguk do what he wants. Jeongguk realizes as the older man touches him again, though, that he desperately missed the connection. He wonders if Seokjin misses it, too, considering he was being so forceful and throwing his head back in pleasure during the moment. The younger man still feels the ache in his throat from when the older man was fucking into it from just moments prior, and whines around the mouthful he has. Uncaring if he gets in trouble again, Jeongguk pulls off the cock in his mouth with a ‘pop’ and watches the string of saliva and precum attached from the tip of the dick to his bottom lip finally slip off and away as he moves back to look up at the older man. His hair is almost completely dry and it’s starting to twist and fluff around the edges and he just looks so hot like this. The younger man wants him in every way.

“P-Please, hyung. Please, fuck my mouth. Need it," Jeongguk begs.

Seokjin’s eyebrows shoot up and hide away under his bangs. “You want hyung to use your mouth again, little one?”

Jeongguk nods enthusiastically, licking around his mouth and looking hungrily between the older man and the hard cock waiting in front of him.

The businessman in question huffs a small sound of disbelief, but wraps a hand back into Jeongguk’s tangled hair without hesitation. “Yeah? Okay, then. Open up, little bunny.”

Jeongguk goes easily. His mouth drops wide open and he stares up at Seokjin through his bangs, feeling a warmth spread through his chest at the obvious desire he finds swirling in the older man’s dark eyes. He clearly wants this as much as Jeongguk does, and that simple fact makes everything better.

Seokjin uses his free hand to guide his dick back into the younger man’s mouth. He isn’t harsh in the beginning like he was before. Instead, he slowly pushes his cock into Jeongguk’s awaiting mouth, before pulling back until just the head is in. There is a silent moment where the two just exchange a look before Seokjin thrusts back in as far as he can go. The head of his dick pushes down into Jeongguk’s throat and the younger man instantly feels fresh tears sting in his eyes. He tightens the grip he has on his own hands behind his back and whines—the sound low.

Seokjin shifts his free hand so it is lightly cupping the underside of Jeongguk’s neck. He presses down against the younger man’s throat as he feels his own cock thrusting in and out of the threshold, and groans. 

“Fuck. Look at that, little bunny. Can feel me filling you up, huh? Weren’t satisfied with just sucking hyung’s cock, were you? Wanted me to use you. Wanted it to hurt. I’ll do that for you, little one. You’re being so good. You deserve it.”

Jeongguk whimpers around the huge dick protruding his mouth and tries as best as he can to lick around the intrusion. He makes it wet and tries bobbing his head in time to Seokjin’s thrusts—which are slowly becoming shallower, and less coordinated. 

“There you go. That’s it, Jeongguk-ah. I’m getting close.”

Spurred on by the encouragement and clouded by his own arousal, the younger man moans and pushes himself further. His neck hurts from moving so much and his throat aches from being abused like this and there are tears freely running down his face. He knows his jaw is going to be sore tomorrow but he just can’t find it in himself to care. He loves this. He loves the look on Seokjin’s handsome face; contorted in pleasure, plump lips parted as he breathes hard. He loves knowing he is the reason for that expression—loves being used like this by Seokjin more than he thinks he may have ever loved anything before.

“Ah, good. So fucking good. Gonna come in your mouth, Jeongguk-ah. Gonna treat you like the slut you are.”

The moan that leaves the younger man over the words is completely absurd; wanton and muffled by the dick wrapped around his lips. The vibrations rock Seokjin, who shudders and groans, timing everything just right for him to suddenly thrust down further than ever before—nearly to the hilt—making Jeongguk take him more than he imagined possible, even with his trained gag reflex. All at once, he stills in the younger man’s mouth and lets out a small, deep moan. It’s possibly the sexiest noise Jeongguk has ever been blessed to hear, and it’s accompanied by the most handsome face he has ever seen contorting up in pleasure. He is pulled from his admiration by the sudden shock of feeling Seokjin’s release shooting down. Jeongguk whimpers as it hits the walls of his throat, and has to stop all the air in his lungs at once to avoid choking. Mercilessly, Seokjin tightens the hold in his knotted hair and thrusts back in and out one more time before pulling out of Jeongguk’s mouth. As he goes, a wet mess of spit and semen trail from his dick and drip down the younger man’s chin. 

Jeongguk sputters; coughing and falling forward until his head is nearly against the rug in an attempt to help air enter his lungs again. Hot tears are streaming down his face and he is still unbelievably hard between his legs. 

Above him, Seokjin sighs and Jeongguk hears him adjusting himself so that his softening dick is hidden away behind clothing again. The younger man thinks for a second that there might be a break—Seokjin might check in on him, pause so they can talk—something. Not that that’s what Jeongguk wants, because he is perfectly content and turned on to keep going, but that’s just what he is assuming will happen. So, to say the least, he isn’t anticipating a sudden grip on the back of his head, nor is he expecting to be unceremoniously ripped up from the floor and onto shaky legs so fast that he has to catch himself from falling.

“Up. I want you on the bed, little one. Lay down in the middle with your back against the sheets. Now.”

Jeongguk whines and wearily opens his eyes—not even having realized he shut them at some point—and has to rapidly blink away tears to see where he is going as he is guided to turn. Regardless, he follows and steps over to the plush bed, moving on top of it to lay down on the soft sheets in the exact position Seokjin requested. He stares up at the polished ceiling—still catching his breath—and tries hard not to imagine how Seokjin must be looking at him right now. The thought of the older man’s gaze trained on him as he presents himself on the bed like a meal waiting to be devoured makes him want to squirm.

From somewhere to his right, he hears shuffling and what sounds like a drawer moving. He closes his eyes and tries to focus on breathing. He hasn’t been this affected during sex in years. With Seokjin, everything feels fresh—new. He loves it, thinks he could easily become addicted to the feeling.

When Seokjin’s voice suddenly comes from beside the bed—deep and sultry—Jeongguk gasps. 

“Pretty.”

Jeongguk shivers as the words reach him. He feels the side of the mattress dip, followed closely by the warmth of the older man looming over him. He keeps his gaze trained on the ceiling and can’t see much from his peripheral vision, so he is shocked when he feels a hand press against his body. Seokjin starts at his collarbones before moving down to splay out over his chest, and then his stomach and running along his waist. Eventually, he travels all the way down to Jeongguk’s bare hip and presses down—effectively holding the younger man in place.

“Color?”

“Green,” Jeongguk replies without a moment’s hesitation.

“Good. Stay still for me, little one. Hyung wants to taste you.”

Jeongguk is confused by his phrasing and, therefore, isn’t expecting it when he suddenly feels the warmth of Seokjin’s hot breath against his neck. His eyes flutter shut and a soft moan escapes from parted lips the older man presses a gentle kiss down onto his cool skin. He starts at the base of Jeongguk’s neck but moves everywhere in due time—kissing up the side until he reaches the spot just under the younger man’s ear, which makes a happy sigh leave him, and then over his jaw and down the opposite side, until he starts trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses along Jeongguk’s clavicle and the top of his chest. 

The younger man has to bite down on his bottom lip to prevent himself from making too many noises. All Seokjin is doing is kissing his body, but it feels so disastrously good. Clients don’t touch him this way; take their time to mark him up and leave him pliant and wanting. It’s almost clinical with them. When it comes to Seokjin, it feels like another world entirely. He licks over Jeongguk’s soft skin, and sucks a deep mark into his collarbone, and nibbles at parts of his neck just to get a reaction from the younger man. He lets his tongue travel down Jeongguk’s chest until it reaches one of his nipples, where he doesn’t hesitate to begin licking thick stripes over. 

“Ah, h-hyung…” Jeongguk gasps.

Seokjin just chuckles darkly and begins sucking on one of Jeongguk’s nipples, while he lets one of his hands—the one that isn’t still holding down on the younger man’s hip—play with and twist the other one. Jeongguk arches his back to push up into the touch, and grips his hands into the sheets below. His body feels hot and his cock twitches from where it is sitting on his abdomen. Seokjin switches so that he is wrapping his lips around the other nipple and allowing his big fingers to tease at the hard one he already abused.

“Hyung,” Jeongguk says again, breathlessly. He wants so much. He wants more. He wants anything Seokjin will give him. He has never been this turned on before, and he wants to see what more Seokjin will do—wants to fall apart under his touch.

“Yes, little bunny?” Seokjin says with humor tinting his words as he pulls off Jeongguk’s nipple and ghosts his hot breath further down his chest, and eventually down his stomach. He gets to the spot inches above Jeongguk’s leaking cock—so close to where the younger man wants him—and stops moving.

Jeongguk lets out a whine and Seokjin laughs, and the younger man knows he is looking up at him now, watching him tighten his grip on the fabric beneath his fingers and spread his legs a bit further apart, like he is inviting Seokjin to go where he needs him at the most.

“Please…”

“Please what, little one? Tell me what you want.”

“Please, hyung…touch me. Want…want more.”

Seokjin laughs again, but it is darker this time. “Greedy little thing. I’m already touching you, Jeongguk-ah. Where else could you want hyung at?”

Jeongguk whines—loud and exasperated—because Seokjin knows. He knows and he is messing with Jeongguk. He just wants him to say it. "Hyung, don’t tease.”

Suddenly, there is a shift in the bed and then Seokjin has one hand on Jeongguk’s throat—not pressing and it’s barely even a touch with the way his fingertips just barely hold on, but it is enough to get the message across. His voice is low and domineering as he warns, “Don’t be a brat, little one. If you want something from me, you ask for it clearly and nicely.”

Jeongguk whimpers at that, squirming in place on the bed. He ignores the way his dick twitches at the words and the sensation of Seokjin’s warm hand over his throat.

“Please, hyung. I want…want you to touch me more. Want to feel your hands and m-mouth all over me…”

“Good,” Seokjin tells him simply, and the touch is gone—the phantom feeling of long, strong fingers ghosting along his neck. Jeongguk lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in. He wants to make a noise of protest, wants to feel Seokjin’s hand gripping around his neck until he can’t breathe anymore, but it’s not like the older man isn’t already aware of that—they spoke about it. He is just teasing Jeongguk again—giving him a taste of what is to come. 

The younger man is easily distracted from his short-lived disappointment by the feeling of Seokjin shifting on the bed until he is resting between Jeongguk’s legs with one hand against his stomach and the other on the inside of his thigh, keeping his legs apart. It’s a good move on his part because Jeongguk’s immediate instinct is to pull his legs together to hide how very exposed he feels under what he knows is Seokjin’s watchful gaze.

“Beautiful. So pretty everywhere, aren’t you, little one?”

“Seokjin-hyung, please…”

Seemingly garnering what mercy he has left, the older man takes pity on him and finally moves down until his lips are ghosting along the part of Jeongguk’s abdomen that is just above his dick—where he was before. Jeongguk pulls his bottom lip up to tug at and tosses his head to the side when he feels the older man place a hard kiss there. Then, just before the younger man can air out another plea, he moves down and plants another kiss on the head of Jeongguk’s dick.

Jeongguk moans and instantly feels the tension in his shoulders dissipate. Seokjin sticks his tongue out and presses it against the tip of his cock, and he shudders. He basks in the pleasure he feels as the older man starts licking along the base, and placing kisses periodically. Eventually, once he has decided he spent long enough teasing Jeongguk, he opens his mouth and wraps it around the head of his dick. The younger man whimpers. “Hyung, ah, hyung—”

Seokjin hums around the tip before slowly working his way down and, before Jeongguk knows it, the older man has taken him all the way. His entire dick is engulfed in the wonderful, wet heat of Seokjin’s mouth and the businessman is using his tongue to run along the base as he goes.

“Hyung-ah. Feels good. So good.”

The older man hears Jeongguk’s words of pleasure and slowly pulls his mouth up and off until the only part that is still wrapped around his lips is the head of the younger man’s cock. He stills for a moment and sucks hard on the tip, working his tongue along the underside. When Jeongguk whines and his legs shake, Seokjin works his way back down, this time sucking and licking with purpose instead of just to tease. The younger man’s breathing is cut off by his own gasp as he feels the head of his cock hit the back of Seokjin’s throat again. Everything feels so wonderful—the older man makes him feel incredible with seemingly anything he does. Sure, he has gotten his dick sucked a few times—though it is usually him doing the dick sucking—and those times were fine. Sometimes it was nice, even, but never this good. Seokjin is doing this because he wants to, not because he feels like he should—Jeongguk can tell the difference—and he’s good at it, on top of that.

“H-Hyung…it’s so—ah, your mouth feels—” The words die in Jeongguk’s throat when Seokjin suddenly gets a rhythm down; bobbing his head in fast, hard strokes and sucking deeply as he moves. His tongue is otherworldly, too; lapping at Jeongguk’s dick and making everything so hot and wet. The squelching sounds that happen when Seokjin’s lips push down past the head of his cock over and over leave Jeongguk’s legs shaking. It’s so lewd and hot, and he wants so much—

Seokjin licks down over the underside of Jeongguk’s tip out of nowhere, and the younger man lets out a broken moan. Without thinking, he thrusts up into the soft, wet heat there and shoves himself deeper into the older man’s mouth, wanting more of what is making him feel so good—chasing the feeling.

Without warning, Seokjin lifts his mouth from Jeongguk’s dick—who whines at the loss—and licks along the side of the base. His voice is low and a little rough from use as he tells him, “Don’t move, Jeongguk-ah. You take what I give you. Be still.”

Distracted, the younger man nods. “Yeah, yes. I will. I will. I’m sorry, hyung. Won’t happen again.”

“It better not,” Is all Seokjin says in warning, before returning his mouth to where Jeongguk wants it. He pulls the younger man’s dick back down into his warm throat and laps around the base. Eventually, as if wanting to make everything harder for Jeongguk, he reaches up and uses the hand that was on his hip to stroke when his mouth moves off the base periodically—effectively making it so that Jeongguk is always stimulated everywhere.

The younger of the two lets out a desperate moan. “Ah, ah, hyung.”

Then, it happens again. Seokjin has one hand playing with him near the bottom of his dick as his mouth sucks hard over the top-half. He is licking boldly over the tip and along the base when he suddenly lets his tongue run deeply along the underside of his tip again. Jeongguk—feeling powerless to do anything but react—bucks up into the feeling again, thighs quivering as he feels himself getting close.

All at once, all of it is gone. 

Seokjin pulls off of his dick with a ‘pop’ and removes his hands from him. Jeongguk’s eyes fly open and he moves up to lean on his elbows as he pants, looking at the older man. His plump lips are red and wet, and his hair is more disheveled than when they began, and he looks so hot, but the disapproving look in his eyes tells Jeongguk now is not the time to focus on that.

“Hyung, why did you stop? Please. Felt so good,” Jeongguk asks dumbly, pleading with him to continue.

Seokjin raises a single, dark brow. “Didn’t I tell you not to move, Jeongguk?”

The younger man freezes, feeling his blood run cold. 

“Y-Yes…”

“And what happened?”

“I…I didn’t listen.”

Seokjin hums, deep and cruel. “Get up, Jeongguk. Off the bed, bend over the edge.”

Feeling fear creeping up his body and making his hairs stand on edge, the younger man doesn’t move for a second and, instead, carefully watches the older man with his shoulders hunched to make himself appear smaller. “Hyung…”

Seokjin stands from the bed, pockets his hands, and tilts his head. There is an anger behind his intense gaze, and it causes a whimper to rise in Jeongguk’s throat but he swallows it. “Did I stutter? Are you trying to make your punishment worse, little one?”

Little one. For some reason, the sole factor that a nickname has returned to his words makes Jeongguk breathe a sigh of relief. Seokjin calling him ‘Jeongguk’ and giving him that hard look with his jaw locked was beginning to make him worried of just how badly he messed up—even if he was still extremely turned on the entire time.

Wordlessly, he shifts and moves off the mattress, settling over it how Seokjin told him to. He feels exposed like this; legs parted and his ass on full display as he leans over the bed on his hands. A gasp leaves him when he feels one of Seokjin’s big hands splayed out over his back out of nowhere, roughly shoving the younger man down until he is knocked onto his elbows instead. Like this, Seokjin is pressed right against him and Jeongguk can feel his expensive clothes against his bare skin, and the very prominent bulge pressed against his ass.

“Now, this is what’s going to happen,” Seokjin starts and Jeongguk basks in the wonderful feeling of his warm touch against his cold back as he gently pets down the younger man’s exposed skin. Despite everything, it’s reassuring. He remembers this is Jeongguk’s first time doing something like this. It makes the younger man relax instantly under his touch. “You’re going to stay here and be good while I spank you. You’re going to count after every one, and—after every three—I’m going to ask you a question that I want the answer to. We stop after ten unless you do something to get yourself in more trouble. Do you understand, Jeongguk-ah?”

Jeongguk nods, feeling his—still erect—dick twitch with interest from where it is pressed between him and the soft sheets of the bed.

“Words, little bunny, or you’ll get more than ten.”

The correction is quick, “Y-Yes, hyung. I understand.”

“Good.”

Seokjin shifts so that he is no longer pressed against the younger man and Jeongguk ignores his own sadness at the loss of a connection, even if the older man is still petting at his back with one hand. A few, long moments of silence go by. Jeongguk breathes into the sheets and resists the urge to squirm at the understanding that Seokjin is certainly observing him right now. He has been exposed countless times—it’s part of his job—but there is something dark and alluring about knowing Seokjin’s eyes are on him.

“Are you ready, little one?” Seokjin speaks finally, and Jeongguk lets out a long breath.

“Yes, hyung.”

Then, without any warning, a hard lap lands on Jeongguk’s ass. It stings his cheek and has his mouth falling open around an empty noise. His eyes squeeze shut and he breathes out, “One.”

He thinks Seokjin might speak again—praise him for taking it so well—something, anything. However, wordlessly, another hard clap resounding through the hotel room as Seokjin lands a blow on the other side of his ass. He fights back the urge to shake from the force of it. The older man hits hard. He isn’t sure how he is going to get through eight more of these, but he keeps those doubts to himself because the pain blooming in his body feels so good, and he wants more of it.

“T-Two.”

He expects the third slap to be immediate like the one before, and is rocked when nothing comes for a moment. The delay throws him off and sends his mind reeling, and that’s exactly when Seokjin choses to land another stinging hit across his ass. Jeongguk doesn’t have time to prepare and can’t hold back the broken moan that passes his parted lips.

“Ah, three.”

Seokjin hums and places his hand over the spot of Jeongguk’s plump ass that he just spanked—the touch gentle. “Taking your punishment well, Jeongguk-ah. Do you want to tell hyung why you ended up in this position in the first place—why you’re making him punish you?”

Jeongguk’s voice is higher than normal and a little slurred with desire. He is still hard and leaking, and he feels so nice. “I-I was being a brat.”

“More specific, little one. What did you do?”

“Didn’t listen when hyung told me not to move and moved anyway…” Jeongguk whines out and can practically hear the way his own pout is evident in his words.

The older man’s next hum is a pleased one as he pulls his hand off the younger man’s ass. “Good. Are you ready for another one, Jeongguk-ah?”

“Y-Yes.”

The next slap is louder than the others, but hits Jeongguk in a duller way. It hurts less but he thinks that might also just be because he was kind of anticipating it already.

“Four.”

Seokjin makes up for the last spank with his next; landing a harsh slap down on the opposite side that immediately makes Jeongguk’s face contort in pain. The hurt lingers this time and travels up his back and down his thighs, causing them to quiver. 

“F-Five.”

Another blow comes after a few seconds. It makes Jeongguk’s ass bounce more than the others and makes his skin feel hot under Seokjin’s touch as he rests his hand against his ass again. This time, he grips down onto the fat and Jeongguk hisses.

“Six.”

“Good. Good, Jeongguk-ah,” Seokjin praises him and his voice is softer than before, less angry. It causes the tightness in the younger man’s chest to relinquish its hold. He lets out a sigh and relaxes his tense back, enjoying the feeling of Seokjin’s hands on him.

“Color, little one?”

Jeongguk’s eyelids flutter open before immediately falling closed again. “Green, hyung-ah. Green.”

“You think you can take four more?”

“Yes, please. Want to.”

“Good, little bunny. So good at taking your punishment,” Seokjin tells him sweetly but he is already reeling back his hand for another slap. Jeongguk doesn’t flinch this time when he feels the older man’s big hand against him—lighting his skin on fire—but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. It stings worse than any of the ones before—almost like Jeongguk confirming that he was doing okay and, in fact, was still enjoying the punishment as the greenlight Seokjin needed to let loose a little bit. Jeongguk’s eyes fly open in shock as the pain builds in him because he didn’t even consider that Seokjin might have been holding back before.

“Seven,” He says and it’s taut as the heat grows and travels through his body. His cock is still pressed between himself and the mattress and he has to focus on not rutting down into the bed to get some relief in order to avoid doing exactly that. Everything about this is just so hot; Seokjin, fully-clothed, spanking his ass red while he is naked and pressed against the mattress, listening to every word he says.

When the next slap comes, Jeongguk moans. It comes out broken and loud and he thinks his ears deceive him when he hears a dark chuckle from somewhere behind him. Though, when he shifts his head a little so that his cheek is pressed against the sheets and he can see Seokjin from the corner of his eye, he can see the lustful, dark look in older man’s eyes—takes note of the humorous smirk tugging at his lips. It makes Jeongguk shiver. He feels small and embarrassed under such a gaze. He wants Seokjin to make that expression while he fucks him.

“E-Eight.”

The older man hums and moves the hand that has been pressed against Jeongguk’s back to his hip, where he grips onto him and holds him in place. That’s when the younger man sucks in a harsh breath because he knows he is fucked.

His suspicions are confirmed when Seokjin reels back and plants the hardest hit yet on him. It tears a broken whimper from Jeongguk and has his thighs shaking from the sheer force of it. Pain rises and—if he felt like he was on fire before—he feels almost numb now, like his body is shutting down because he can’t handle anymore. Seokjin uses the vice grip on his body to prevent him from moving forward or falling down, like he knew just how much his hit would ruin the younger man.

“Ni—ah” Jeongguk breaks off into a moan as he feels a second wave of pain hit when the older man puts his hand on his ass and harshly runs his blunt nails along the raw skin. “N-Nine, ah."

“What do you have to say for yourself, Jeongguk-ah? You were being such a brat earlier and didn’t listen to hyung when he told you to do something, and now you’re shaking after a few spankings. Don’t you have any shame? Or are you that much of a slut that you can’t even be embarrassed anymore?”

Jeongguk whimpers, feeling his face get hot. Without thinking, he squirms against the bed and feels the pressure against his dick as he moves. He refuses to give into his urges to push down though because he knows Seokjin will give him another punishment and, right now, all he wants is Seokjin inside of him. He refuses to jeopardize or prolong getting that. “Was embarrassed. Shouldn’t have done that. I should have listened to you. I-I’m sorry, hyung. I’m sorry for being a brat.”

“That’s fucking right. Be still, little one. You still have one more to count for me,” Seokjin’s voice is stern and it makes a shiver rake down the younger man’s spine as he lifts his hand from his body again.

Jeongguk sucks in a deep breath and waits for the last hit to come. It takes a long time—longer than the time between the other ones—and the younger man wonders if Seokjin is trying to savor the moment, to bask in the power he feels while doing this. The thought alone makes the younger man whimper to himself.

Finally, the last spanking comes. It is like the one before it, except there is more meaning behind the motion—like a final warning. It lingers longer than the others too, in the way Seokjin keeps his hand there afterwards and pats over Jeongguk’s ass like he is teasing him. He knows he is red and raw and he easily lets the broken moans and whines pass his mouth once the initial shock from the force of the hit passes. 

In seconds, Seokjin is leaning over him again; his front against Jeongguk’s back while he tries as best as he can to not move with his crotch pressed to his aching ass. He peppers little, wet kisses along the back of the younger man’s neck and his shoulders and back, praising him as he goes. “Pretty bunny. You did so good. Took everything I gave you so well. Perfect for me.”

Jeongguk relaxes in his hold and sighs. He allows the older man to soothe him and pointedly ignores the pain in his ass because the sting feels so nice but so does being comforted by Seokjin. He loves every second of the older man’s plump lips pressed against his hot skin and every accidental brush of his hands to Jeongguk’s butt that causes him to suck in a harsh breath. He feels high; elated and calm, like nothing could ever cause him to come down from this feeling.

“Hyung…” He finds himself saying. His voice sounds rougher than before from all of the noises he was making during his punishment. He feels the older man smile softly against the back of his neck. 

“Yes, little one?”

“Did I…was I good?”

“So good, Jeongguk-ah. You did wonderful.”

“Can…can we still do more?”

There is a sudden shift in Seokjin’s demeanor as he goes from soothing to playful and dominating again. “Oh, little bunny, did you think we were going to stop? This is still just the beginning. I’m still going to fuck you before you leave here tonight.”

As if to emphasize his point, Seokjin grips Jeongguk’s hips and grinds forward so that his clothed dick is pushing against the younger man’s ass. The broken moan that escapes Jeongguk is filthy and wanting. “Ah—ah, hyung. Please. Want that.”

Seokjin huffs a laugh in that cocky, mean way he does. “I know, little one. You’re such a slut for it, aren’t you? Barely waited anytime after your punishment before asking if I was still going to use you. You’re insatiable, Jeongguk-ah.”

Jeongguk whines and is tugged up from where he is lying against the sheets by Seokjin’s hands guiding him until he is properly on the bed—like he was before with his head resting on the pillows and the older man between his legs. The younger man is quick to tangle his fingers into the covers again as he watches the older man’s dark eyes rake over his exposed body. There is something so intense about the way Seokjin looks at him; wanting, lustful. 

Unconsciously, Jeongguk tries to close his legs but is stopped by Seokjin’s hands grabbing onto the inside of either one of his and gripping down hard enough to leave bruises. “And where do you think you’re going, Jeongguk-ah?”

The younger man has to avert his eyes and shift his head to the side as a blush dusts along his cheeks. “You always look at me so intensely…”

Seokjin raises an eyebrow, a teasing smile on his handsome face. “And that means… what exactly? Shouldn’t I be looking at you, little one?”

Jeongguk fights against the older man’s hold on him just to get him to dig his hands in even more, and gets what he wants immediately, which pulls a soft moan from him. “Y-Yeah but…you look at me like you want to eat me. It’s…a lot.”

This time an actual—honest—laugh comes out of Seokjin. It’s hardy and pitched and Jeongguk hates the way it makes him smile from behind his hand too. It’s an infectious laugh and not one he has heard so far from Seokjin. He likes it.

“I—” He cuts himself off with another huff of laughter. “I actually don’t know what to say to that, Jeongguk-ah. Is the way I look at you a bad thing?”

“No…” Jeongguk admits after a moment of intense blushing. “It just makes me nervous sometimes.”

Seokjin releases the hold on his thighs but keeps his hands there, and instead uses them to gently run his fingers along the soft skin of Jeongguk’s legs. “Hm. I see. I make you nervous? Sorry, little one. I can say, I don’t want to eat you. Though…”

The older man trails off as he shifts down so he is laying down and has Jeongguk’s dick mere inches from his face. His gaze darkens again and he looks up at the younger man who has propped himself up on his elbows to see better. 

“I do…” Seokjin teases a hand closer down Jeongguk’s thigh until his fingers are ghosting down and pressing into the spot just next to the younger man’s hole, which has been clenching and fluttering at the attention on it this entire time. Jeongguk’s breath hitches when the tip of Seokjin’s thumb presses right over the spot. “...want to eat you out. If that’s okay with you, Jeongguk-ah.”

The whine that passes his lips is loud. “Yes. Oh my god, yes, hyung. Please, I want that.”

Seokjin’s dark eyes flicker from him and then back down to his puckered hole, where he pulls his thumb away just to lean in until his hot breath is able to be felt right against the place Jeongguk wants him to be. “Yeah? You sound so eager for it, little bunny. When’s the last time someone tongue-fucked you, huh?”

“H-Hyung, I don’t—It was, like, only two other times and it’s been—ah, hasn’t happened in years,” Jeongguk confesses as the older man blows air purposefully right onto his hole. 

“Poor thing. You haven’t been treated properly by any of them, huh? Who could see this cute, little hole and not want to get their mouth on it? None of those clients of yours have ever fucked you right, Jeongguk-ah,” Seokjin tells him and then, before the younger man can even formulate a response, he is licking a hard, broad strip over his hole.

“Ah—ah, hyung—”

Seokjin licks a few more times before beginning to circle his tongue around the spot, leaving Jeongguk to instantly start shaking under the touch. He feels how wet he becomes as the older man licks over him—how warm Seokjin’s tongue is. He wants to feel that way everywhere.

“Please, hyung. Please put it in—oh, please?”

Chuckling, the older man pulls back just enough to give Jeongguk another teasing expression. “Since you asked so politely, little bunny.”

Instantly, Jeongguk is letting out a long, drawn out moan and falling back against the silk pillows as Seokjin enters him. He presses his tongue in slowly and pushes in until his lips are against the younger man’s body. He slowly slides back out again and for a brief moment Jeongguk thinks he will pull out entirely, but that’s when Seokjin pushes back in a little harder and faster. Jeongguk whines.

In minutes, he is devolved into a whimpering, shaking mess under the older man’s tongue. Seokjin fucks his tongue in fast and hard and tilts his head to reach deeper, and licks against the walls of Jeongguk’s hole, wetting and stretching him and working him open. The younger man’s eyes are closed and his face is contorted in pleasure. He can feel how hard his cock still is as it rests against his abdomen. He has been on edge for so long and all he wants is some relief—to feel even better than he does now.

He feels his hips stutter on a particularly deep thrust and almost gives into the feeling and pushes down, before feeling the ache in his ass and remembering that he can’t do that without getting in trouble. So, instead, he mindlessly starts pleading with Seokjin, “Please, Seokjin-hyung. Can I—ah, can I please… please, I want to—”

When Seokjin pulls his tongue out of Jeongguk, the younger man whimpers. “No, no—”

“Shh, calm down, little one. I’ll give you my tongue again. You want an answer first, don’t you?” Seokjin teases him, but still licks over his hole to convince him he is telling the truth. “Yes, pretty, you can. Go ahead. You want to fuck yourself on hyung’s tongue, right? Do it, little bunny. You have my permission.”

The happy sound Jeongguk makes is new to his own ears—a noise he didn’t even know he was capable of. He feels out of it as Seokjin pushes his tongue back inside of him. He doesn’t need to be told twice, though, so he lifts himself up a little more to raise his hips, and begins eagerly rocking down onto Seokjin’s awaiting mouth. 

The instant groan the older man releases has him shivering, and he gasps when Seokjin reaches under his thighs and grips onto his hips, using his hold on them to assist Jeongguk on rocking down. And for some reason, the thought that Seokjin is turned on by the younger man using his tongue to fuck himself is hotter than the act of doing it itself. Jeongguk pushes down harder and faster—driven by reassurance.

He feels his hard dick leak more precum into his stomach, which is followed closely by a twitch. His fingers dig further into the sheets until his knuckles are white. Just when he thinks it can’t get any better, Seokjin pulls one hand off his hips and wraps it around Jeongguk’s cock.

A loud moan leaves him as the businessman presses his thumb down onto the head, swirling it around to gather the beads of precum there. Using the wetness, he starts stroking Jeongguk—hard and deep. It makes the younger man’s legs shake and causes his movements to stutter and become uncoordinated. Heat quickly builds in his abdomen. 

“Ah, hyung—I wanna come, hyung. Please, puh—please can I? I’m so close. Please.”

Instantly, Seokjin’s tongue leaves his mouth and he shifts downward so his hand is around the base of the younger man’s cock, where he uses two fingers to tighten to the point of near pain. Jeongguk’s head shoots up and he finds Seokjin giving him a knowing look with a cruel smile across his handsome features. The heat in Jeongguk’s abdomen starts disappearing and he whimpers as he realizes that he isn’t going to have an orgasm this way—and that that’s exactly what Seokjin wanted.

“Hyung, hyung, why? I was so close, please—”

“No, little one. You’re not going to come right now. You’ll have to wait, I’m afraid.”

Jeongguk feels cold as the older man moves off of him and shuffles to the other end of the bed to retrieve something out of view. He whines and pouts and looks down at his aching, red cock with so much hurt and pity. Shockingly, he feels tears begin to well in his eyes, and has to blink them away when they start blurring his vision. He’s never been denied an orgasm before—not ever. His voice comes out small and sad. “Hyung…so, so mean, hyung. I was so close.”

Seokjin comes back into view with something in his hand that he places behind Jeongguk’s leg as he begins to settle back between them again—still dressed and wearing a smirk to match.

“You think I’m mean now, little bunny? You certainly won’t like me in a little bit, then.” Seokjin warns him teasingly, his dark brows raised.

Jeongguk shivers and ignores the way his dick twitches with interest at the words—the promise of later.

With little consideration, Seokjin pushes his thighs to open him back up the way he wants and messes with the item he brought over. As he lifts it up, Jeongguk realizes that it’s lube. It’s in a small, scented bottle that Seokjin pops the cap off of to dribble onto his awaiting fingers. Once down coating his fingers, the older man closes and tosses the bottle to the side of the bed where he can reach it with ease later. He peers up at Jeongguk through his dark bangs as he moves the lube over his hand, warming it. “Ready for my fingers, little one? You took my tongue so well. I think you’re ready for more.”

In an instant, all of the sadness leaves Jeongguk’s body and is replaced by a strong want. He nods, fisting his hands into the sheets again. “Yes, please. I want hyung’s fingers inside of me.”

Seokjin lets out a teasing breath and shifts so that he is closer. He uses his free hand to pick Jeongguk’s thigh up and place it over his own bent knee, effectively exposing the younger man more and causing cold air to hit his wet hole in a way that makes him gasp. “So eager, huh, Jeongguk-ah? You’re that ready to get fucked?”

The younger man lays back down against the mattress and feels his eyes roll to the back of his head as the tip of one of the older man’s fingers presses against his entrance. “Y-Yeah. Want it so badly, hyung. Want you to fuck me hard. I wanna cry. Don’t wanna be able to think. Please.”

Seokjin chuckles low and dark, looking down at Jeongguk’s body as he focuses on slowly pushing his finger in. The younger man gasps. Seokjin’s fingers—much like his dick—are big. Much bigger than his tongue, but still not enough to hurt. It just feels good—incredibly good, and it’s only the tip of one finger. The older man’s eyes flicker from his fluttering hole to him, and back again. They both release a breath as Seokjin presses further in and slowly fills him until his knuckles hit against Jeongguk.

“So tight, Jeongguk-ah. Didn’t know a whore like you could keep their hole like this after having it used so much.”

Jeongguk turns his head to the side and attempts to hide his blush behind his hand. Seokjin uses his free hand to dig into Jeongguk’s thigh where bruises are already beginning to blossom after the same treatment earlier in the night.

Wordlessly, Seokjin begins pulling his finger back out but doesn’t even let it get halfway before pushing back in faster and filling him back up with it again. Jeongguk’s breathing quickens as the older man begins fingering him relentlessly; fucking him with his long, slender finger fast and hard and twisting it inside of him to stretch him out and loosen him up to take more. Half the time, his dark gaze is trained on Jeongguk’s hole and the way it squeezes around him and the other half of the time, he’s looking over at the younger man with that same arousal in his eyes. Every time he looks over, Jeongguk feels his face grow warmer and lets out a soft moan. He loves the way Seokjin looks at him. He really does look at Jeongguk like he wants to eat him—devour him, have him all to himself. It’s so fucking hot.

“Are you ready for another one, little bunny? Think you can handle the stretch?” Seokjin phrases it like a question but he’s already pulling his finger back until only the tip is in, and rubbing against Jeongguk’s fluttering hole with another one.

Still, Jeongguk nods eagerly. “Please, hyung. I can take it.”

“I know you can,” Seokjin tells him as he slowly pushes the second finger in alongside the first. He goes slower than the first time and rubs soothing circles along the inside of Jeongguk’s thigh. “I know you can, little one. You take everything I give you so well. You’re so good for me. Perfect little slut, huh?”

A shiver racks the younger man’s body as he focuses on the feeling of Seokjin spreading him wide open on two fingers alone, and gently pulling them back before pushing them back in a little faster. He whines and preens under the pressure he feels in his abdomen. His dick is still hard and the tip is more red than before with his earlier denial. He feels incredible, and they aren’t even having sex yet—all of this has been the build up. The foreplay, the appetizer before the main course. Yet, there is already a haze in his mind and his legs are already pliantly spread as Seokjin starts fucking his fingers into him faster. He is so gone and they haven’t even had sex yet. He shivers. He wants it so bad—more than he has ever remembered wanting anything in his entire life.

“Please, hyung. I want a third.”

Seokjin raises a dark brow. “Another one? Isn’t it too early, little bunny? You still feel too tight.”

Jeongguk whimpers as the older man spreads his fingers—stretching him in an attempt to show him what he means. He bites down on his bottom lip and steadies his breathing before recovering enough to say, “Please? Need you to fuck me. Don’t care if it’s too early. Just wanna hurry up and be stretched enough to take you.”

The stuttered breath Seokjin releases is sexy. He shakes his head and tightens his hold on Jeongguk’s leg, like he is in disbelief over the filthy words. “It’ll hurt, Jeongguk-ah.”

“Don’t care,” He whines, tilting his head to the opposite side to get a better angle on Seokjin and give him his best pleading eyes. “Want it to hurt. Please, hyung. I wanna be able to feel you for days after.”

“Yeah? Okay, then,” Seokjin finally agrees, pulling his fingers back just enough so he can lean over and grab the lube bottle again. This time, he doesn’t bother warming it and just squirts it directly over Jeongguk’s hole where his fingers are still inside of him. The younger man’s breathing hitches at the cold sensation, but he’s distracted immediately by Seokjin pressing the tip of a third finger against his hole. “Be still, little one. If you even think of rutting down, I’ll stop. Understood?”

“Y-Yeah, yes, hyung. Just—please—”

His words are cut off as the air escapes his lungs all at once over the sensation of Seokjin beginning to press the third finger in. When Jeongguk’s vision unblures—which he didn’t realize was happening—and he gets a good look at the older man, he finds that his teeth are biting down on his bottom lip and his brows are furrowed in concentration. He is clearly focused and his dark eyes are swirling with want and desire and Jeongguk moans at the sight alone. Seokjin, probably thinking that he was making noise at the fingers inside of him, takes that as a go ahead to push in the rest of the way. 

The younger man’s eyes clench shut and his face contorts in pain. He lets out a broken whimper and absentmindedly clenches and unclenches his hands in the sheets. It stings. It hurts, and that’s why it feels so fucking good.

Seokjin stills his fingers once they reach down to the knuckle, and moves the hand on Jeongguk’s thigh further up his body, caressing over his chest and stomach and carefully avoiding his dick. “How does it feel, little one?”

“H-Hurts,” He tells him honestly.

His dick twitches when he hears an amused huff leave the older man’s mouth. “Yeah, dumb slut. Isn’t that what I told you would happen? Something tells me you like it though…”

Seokjin teases him cruelly, stunning the younger man when he runs a finger along the base of Jeongguk’s cock, eliciting a loud moan from the younger man. 

A laugh. “You’re so easy, Jeongguk-ah. I do anything to you and you enjoy it. Such a whore.”

Jeongguk hisses when Seokjin slowly begins sliding his fingers out before pushing them back in all the way. He moves at the same pace the first couple of times, before throwing Jeongugk off by pulling almost all the way out and thrusting back in rough and fast. A moan rips through him as pain shoots through his body. He throws his head to the side and back again wildly, not really knowing what to do with himself.

“Like it, little one—getting fucked by my fingers? If you’re this far gone now, I can only imagine how much of a babbling, drooling mess you’re going to be on my cock soon.”

Heat rises in Jeongguk’s face and he whimpers as embarrassment flows through him in waves. He feels the urge to clench his legs shut but he can’t with Seokjin between them. “H-hyung…”

“What? It’s true, isn’t it? That’s what you’ve been so desperate for, huh, Jeongguk-ah? You want me to fuck you and treat you like the slut you are, right? Don’t get shy on me now. We both know you don’t have any shame,” Seokjin says, a cruel, teasing tilt on every word.

“Ah—hyung,” Jeongguk cries out when the older man begins thrusting in full, deep motions. He feels filled to the brim by his fingers, and his thighs are starting to shake under the intensity of the pleasure.

“You’re so close to getting what you want, little one. You were so fucking shameless at the bar—trying to get into a total stranger’s pants. You didn’t think I’d take you up on it, did you? You didn’t care about how much you embarrassed yourself while putting your desires out there. You just figured it would either work out, or you’d never see me again, right?” Seokjin chuckles. “And that’s just not the case, huh? You thought you could get a quick fuck and go—have me play out every one of your dark little fantisies and then I would just leave, and you’d move on.”

Jeongguk’s eyes roll to the back of his head and he moans brokenly when Seokjin’s fingers angle up and hit right against his prostate. The older man’s thrusts become deeper and slower and he begins massaging against the padded spot inside of him—swelling it up quickly. 

“That’s not what’s going to happen, Jeongguk-ah, and you and I both know it now, don’t we? You’re mine, little one. I’m going to drag it out and make sure you remember every little thing that happens between us, and afterwards ? You’re not going to be able to stop thinking about me. Nothing's going to compare. Not a hookup at a bar—”

Seokjin emphasizes the last word by suddenly pulling his fingers back and thrusting in fast and deep. 

“Not a client—”

Another thrust. Jeongguk moans as his dick leaks more precum onto his stomach. 

“Not even a long-term partner years from now. It’s just gonna be me, little bunny. You won’t be satisfied any other way now, but you know that, don’t you? They’re gonna fuck you all sweet-like, or try and be a little rough but none of it is going to be good enough anymore. I’ve spoiled you, little one.”

Jeongguk is gasping and panting and arching his back, and he cries out as Seokjin speaks because yes, he’s right. Jeongguk knows he won’t be able to get Seokjin out of his head after this—knows no other sex will compare to the intoxicating, dizzying, incendiary experience that is sex with Kim Seokjin. 

He’s fucked—literally and metaphorically—and he knows it. So, he agrees easily, “Y-Yes, Yes, hyung. You’re right. You’re right. Please, fuck me. I don’t wanna forget. Mark me. Ruin me, please—”

Seokjin pulls his fingers out with a wet squelch and leaves Jeongguk whining at the loss. “Turn around, Jeongguk-ah. Ass up and your face in the pillows.”

Jeongguk instantly begins moving but he wanes and nearly falls—having to catch himself to avoid tumbling because his body is so shaky, and his train of thought is leaving him with every passing minute. He finally manages to move so that he is resting with his knees up and apart, his back arched and his chest and the side of his face pressed into the sheets. From this angle, he can watch as Seokjin stands and walks around behind him to get something. He hears rustling and some fabric shifting, and resists the urge to grind down into the bed while he thinks Seokjin isn’t looking. 

When he comes back, his pants are undone and his dick is out of his underwear just like earlier when Jeongguk was on his knees for him. There’s a tiny sliver of smooth, tanned skin visible from where his shirt is unbuttoned at the bottom and pushed out of the way of his boxers. That’s when he notices that Seokjin has something in his hands as he approaches and looks down to find a condom wrapper being torn open so he can put it on.

A desperate whine rumbles in his chest. Seokjin glances up at him as his knees hit the bed, his eyebrows raised in question.

“No, hyung,” Jeongguk is quick to beg, hair falling over his eyes as he shakes his head as best as he can at this angle. “P-Please, no. You’re clean, right? I’m clean, I swear. I have to be for my job. I have the results on my phone. You can look if you want. I always get my clients to show proof before we do anything like that, and I always use condoms anyway. Please? I really want to do it without it…”

Seokjin pulls his shoulders back, straightening himself out so he can get a better look at the younger man. There is a dark look in his eyes. “Jeongguk-ah, do you actually know what you’re asking for?”

Another pitiful nod. “Yes. Please, hyung. I know, and I want it. I want you to fuck me raw, please.”

The older man looks off to the side for a moment like he is contemplating. He runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek, his jaw locked. The sight is so hot that Jeongguk lets out an audible whine of impatience because he wants Seokjin inside of him now, and that seems to pull the older man from his daze.

His eyes shift to meet Jeongguk as he gets onto the bed and moves to kneel behind him. At this angle, Jeongguk can’t see beyond his hair and the front of his bangs, but he can feel Seokjin’s slacks pressed against his thighs, and his hard dick poking the side of his sore ass. He sighs happily when he hears the lube bottle pop open again.

As Seokjin pours a generous amount over himself and they both hear the wet sounds of him stroking his dick to lather it up thoroughly, the older man places a free hand on his ass—ignoring Jeongguk’s whine in pain—and uses his thumb to gently prod at his fluttering hole.

“You want me to fuck you bare, Jeongguk-ah? Need to feel hyung’s dick filling you up raw? My fingers weren’t enough? Fucking with a condom wouldn’t have been enough? You wanna be used like a fucking whore, don’t you? Down to the very last second. I’ll do it, little one. Be still.”

Jeongguk is whining and changing his breathing with almost every word that leaves Seokjin, but he tries his very best at remaining unaffected and still as the older man shifts so that the blunt head of his cock is pressed against his awaiting entrance.

The older man lets out a soft sigh and begins teasingly running the head back and forth over the younger man’s hole. After several times of him doing it, Jeongguk makes a displeased, throaty sound and arches his back further. “Hyung, please, please. Don’t tease me anymore. Can’t take it. Need you inside of me—”

He is cut off by his own mouth wrapping around a silent moan as Seokjin suddenly starts pressing against his hole, putting pressure where there wasn’t before and letting Jeongguk’s entrance expand slowly to accommodate the huge intrusion trying to push its way through.

“Ah, ah—” Is all Jeongguk manages as the head spreads him out impossibly and pushes into his entrance. He goes silent as all of the air leaves his lungs, eyes rolling into the back of his head as the tip of Seokjin’s dick works its way past his rim and finally moves past the first initial ring of muscle. “F-Fuck.”

“That’s what I’m doing, little bunny.” Seokjin teases but his voice is a little breathless as he continues slowly pushing in, inch by inch. Jeongguk’s hole convulses by tightening and unclenching over and over around the dick inside of him. They definitely didn’t prep enough, but he just doesn’t care. The stretch burns and aches and hurts so good. It feels fucking otherwordly. He’s never taken a dick as big as Seokjin before, and he feels like he is being split open in the best way possible. He loves that Seokjin is letting out shallow breaths as he continues carefully pushing his way in—pausing every once in a while to give them both a second to recover from the feeling. He loves that the older man seems to be just as affected as he is.

Finally, finally, he feels Seokjin bottom out. They both let out their own sighs of relief as the older man stills with his hips firmly against Jeongguk’s ass. The younger man is nearly silent now because he is in a state of shock over how full he is. He’s never been filled up in this way and it is something he can’t quite wrap his head around.

“Shit, Jeongguk-ah. Stretched you out and you’re still so fucking tight.”

“H-Hyung’s just big. I can normally take it easier. Y-You’re stretching me out—ah,” Jeongguk whines and normally he would feel embarrassed over saying something like that, but he just can’t think right now beyond the feeling of his hole being unable to clench anymore than it already is as it’s firmly wrapped around Seokjin’s dick.

Seokjin huffs a laugh. “Does it hurt, Jeongguk-ah?”

“Y-Yeah,” He admits softly.

“But you wanted it to, didn’t you, whore?” Seokjin asks condescendingly as he begins slowly shifting his hips backwards to pull his dick back out. He does it meticulously—sliding out as achingly slow as he slid in—pulling soft pants and whines from Jeongguk the entire way. When he is almost completely out again with the head of his dick catching around Jeongguk’s rim, the younger man cries out a sob.

“Answer me, Jeongguk-ah. If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to be honest with me. Tell me, little one, didn’t you want it to hurt?”

“Yes! Y-Yes, hyung, I did. I do. Please, p-please just—”

Seokjin pushes back inside in a single, smooth thrust and instantly buries the entirety of his cock back in Jeongguk’s hole. It elicits a choked moan from the younger man, whose knuckles are white as he digs into the bedsheets, and shakes around the dick inside of him.

His body feels like it’s on fire. He feels tears sting in his eyes.

“Good bunny. Be good and still while hyung uses you, hm?” Seokjin groans, already pulling back before reeling in again at a harsh pace. He starts setting a rhythm instantly; thrusting deep and hard and pulling wrecked sound and wrecked sound from the pliant man beneath him. Jeongguk’s eyes are glazed over with tears and his body feels numb in any place that isn’t his dripping cock between his legs, and his entrance where Seokjin is fucking into him.

The older man moves down with a grunt so that one bug hand is pushing down on Jeongguk’s back to hold him in position, and the other is digging harshly into his hipbone to keep his bottom half off the bed. Jeongguk lets out a broken moan when he begins moving faster after gaining his leverage. He shifts down so his chest is against Jeongguk’s back as he mumbles absolute filth to him. “Good fucking slut. Take it so well. You were made to be fucked, huh, Jeongguk? Perfect little body here on my bed, those cute little noises falling from your lips—all just for the purpose of taking cock. Shit, you’re still so tight even with me fucking you like this.”

The younger man is suddenly yanked up from the mattress by his hair and the sudden force pulls a loud whine from him. With Seokjin’s free hand, the grabs Jeongguk’s face and forces the younger man to turn his head to look up at him. Once their eyes meet, the older man smiles devilishly. “Look at you. So fucked-out, little one. Hardly even been fucked yet, too. You just like being used, don’t you, Jeongguk-ah? Open your mouth up for hyung, pretty.”

Feeling his resolve leaving him in fast waves, Jeongguk easily agrees, pliantly opening his mouth for the older man. When he sticks out his tongue, Seokjin’s chuckles. Then, he makes a particularly hard thrust and Jeongguk whimpers, eyes falling shut. He’s unprepared for the moment that he feels Seokjin spit into his mouth, the saliva landing on his awaiting tongue. He moans outright, shameless and wrecked. Seokjin laughs again and the sound is followed by a pleased hum as he watches Jeongguk close his mouth and swallow down the spit.

“Dirty fucking bunny. Such a whore. Go back down, little one. I want your face in the bed,” Seokjin commands, letting go of his grip on the younger man and returning his hands to where they were before so he can fuck him properly.

Jeongguk falls back down and moans brokenly into the mattress, his body rocking as he’s roughly thrusted into. The tears in his eyes disappear as the pain does—his body adjusting to the length inside of him and overwhelmed with the pleasure of Seokjin’s fucking him. “H-Hyung. Ah, hyung. Jin-hyung-”

“Yeah? Keep saying my name, little one. Let everyone hear you. Let them know how good you’re getting fucked right now,” Seokjin groans and leans down until his forehead is resting against Jeongguk’s shoulder blade, the movement causing him to move the hand on Jeongguk’s back around to wrap tightly around his waist. “Tell me, Jeongguk-ah, do your clients compare? Have they used you like this? Spread you out in this way and taken you for everything you’re worth? Hm?”

“No. Ugh, n-no. Hyung, no one has ever fucked me like this before,” Jeongguk babbles, his mind becoming hazy as Seokjin sets into a brutal pace; thrusting fast and deep and rough. His hole clenches and spasms around him and it feels like his body is trying to suck Seokjin in more—subconsciously taking everything he’s willing to give. He wants to cry. He wants to come. “Jin-hyung. Jin-hyung, please. Ah, please. I want more.”

“More?” Seokjin mimics with a laugh and it’s mean. He suddenly pulls his hand up from Jeongguk’s hip and uses it to yank one of the younger man’s own hands down. The sudden movement causes Jeongguk to tilt and fall further into the bed, shoulder pressed against the mattress. However, the groan that leaves him at being manhandled is a pleased one and only made better when he realizes what Seokjin is doing; the older man has his own big hand on top of Jeongguk’s and is using the grip to press their hands down together right on top of Jeongguk’s stomach. Once there, the noise the younger man lets out is obscene.

As Seokjin continuously bottoms out inside of him, a bulge forms in the lower part of Jeongguk’s stomach. With every thrust, they can feel as he pushes the bounds of the younger man’s body and fills him up beyond belief—the head of his cock forming a protruding bulb with every deep motion from Seokjin’s hips.

“O-Oh, f-fuck. Ah, fuck—” Jeongguk whimpers mindlessly, pressing down onto his own stomach to feel the bulge there. His neglected cock twitches violently and he resists the urge to reach down and stroke himself to completion over the mere idea of Seokjin filling him up like this. 

“Yeah? Feel it, little one? How could I possibly give you more? You’re so fucking full, Jeongguk. Full to the brim. You feel me working you open on my cock? You’re going to be so fucking ruined after this, little bunny. Just imagine when I finish inside of you. Oh, you’re going to take it so good, little one. Gonna look so good leaking my come from your ruined, little hole,” Seokjin tells him with his lips pressed right against Jeongguk’s ear. The younger man’s eyes clench shut and he feels that familiar heat build in his abdomen. He whines and feels the way his legs shake beneath Seokjin.

He can’t think of anything now except for Seokjin and Seokjin’s dick and how good it feels filling him up, and how close he is already. So, mindlessly, he starts begging. “Puh—Please, hyung? Please? I’m—hyung, I’m going to come.. Please, I’m so, so close. Please let me come, hyung. Please—”

“You’re going to come, Jeongguk-ah? I haven’t even touched your little cock,” He says meanly, words coming out between soft pants as he thrusts into the younger man, chasing his own pleasure. 

Jeongguk whines. He knows he isn’t little, he’s average, but something about Seokjin demeaning him in such a way makes the heat build faster. In that exact moment, Seokjin’s angle changes to hit him deeper and Jeongguk cries out. The new movement causes his prostate to be brushed right up against every single time Seokjin pulls back and thrusts in. Tears sting in his eyes.

“Ah, hyung. Please. Please, I know. I’m, ah, I’m g-gonna come without it. Please let me—”

Seokjin groans, burying his face into the crook between Jeongguk’s neck and shoulder. “Fuck, little one. Gonna come untouched on my cock?”

 “Y-Yeah. Ah, yeah—”

“Do it. Go on. Come on my cock. You’ve earned it. Such a perfect whore for me. Taking my dick so well. Come for me, Jeongguk-ah.”

Spurred on by the goal to make Jeongguk orgasm, Seokjin rocks into him harder. He uses his hands on the younger man as leverage to thrust harder. Jeongguk is pliant and willing in his arms—like a ragdoll—and mewls and moans and whines as he is used—his entire bottom half lifted and being handled and controlled by the older man.

“F-Fuck. Ah, hyung. Coming. Ah, coming—”

His orgasm hits hard and causes him to shake with pleasure as long, white ribbons of semen shoot out onto the soft sheets below them. His mind leaves him entirely then and he isn’t sure how much noise he is making, or what he is saying, but he doesn’t care at all. Seokjin fills him up so well and continues fucking him through the orgasm as it racks his body and tears stream down his warm cheeks.

When he comes to, Seokjin is pulling out of him—which makes him whimper at the loss—before manhandling him so he is flipped onto his back. With ease, he shifts and tugs Jeongguk so that his ass is at the very edge of the bed and Seokjin is standing in front of him. Jeongguk blinks tears from his eyes—not having even realized he was crying—and pants looking up at the older man. Seokjin’s hair is damp again like it was from his earlier shower, but this time with sweat from how hard he was fucking Jeongguk. He is still fully dressed aside from his pants being undone and his sleeves being rolled up to the elbows. There is an intense look in his eyes as he stares down at Jeongguk, already lining the tip of his dick back up with his swollen entrance.

Wordlessly, he pushes in and thrusts hard until he bottoms out.

Jeongguk’s mouth opens around a silent scream. His entrance twitches around the length inside of him. He’s so overstimulated from his orgasm, and his hole is already swollen with how abused it’s been. A crescendo of pain racks his body as he looks up at the older man, who is smirking devilishly down at him while slowly beginning to thrust hard into him.

“Aw, poor little thing. I can feel your hole tightening. Are you in pain, Jeongguk-ah?”

All the younger man can manage is a broken whimper as Seokjin continues slowly building his thrusts until he sets a brutal pace. Jeongguk shivers at the obscene expression on the older man’s face, his spent dick twitching against his abdomen. Seokjin’s eyes are dark, his hair matted to his forehead, dark brows scrunched together, his strong hands gripping onto the younger man hard. The image before him is the most lascivious thing he’s ever bore witness to and he wishes so badly that he had his phone nearby to take a picture. He wants the memory of this moment etched into his mind for forever on. Like this, Seokjin’s entire focus is on Jeongguk. He feels all-consuming and domineering and perfect and the younger man simply wouldn't have it any other way.

He whimpers again while tears once more begin to fall from his eyes. His legs quiver and his breathing quickens as he looks up into Seokjin’s eyes. 

This time, Seokjin slows to a stop. His lips that had been parted with hard pants are reduced to a thin-lined frown. He strokes at the outside of Jeongguk’s thighs, and the contrast of the gentle affection is so stark that it makes him cry harder. “Jeongguk? Little one? Are you okay?”

Jeongguk chokes on a sob as he tries to find the words to respond. He wants to tell Seokjin that yes, he’s okay. He’s more than okay. He’s thinking about how he’s never felt better before and he doesn’t know how else to react to the overwhelming sensation of such a dream come true than to start crying. He wants to tell him that he never wants this moment to end, and that he is upset at the prospect of leaving after this. He wants to tell Seokjin to stay and to keep giving him everything he’s ever wanted, please.

Still, the words don’t come and Seokjin leans down to stroke gently at his cheeks and wipe away the tears that flow down, a very concerned look in his eyes. His voice is soft and dripping with sweet honey as he gently requests, “Give me a color, Jeongguk-ah.”

“G-Green. Green,” He managed through choked gasps. To try and convince the older man how much he truly means it since the sentences fall short, he reaches out and runs his hands up the sides of Seokjin’s neck and up into his hair. It’s the first time he’s really been able to touch him and it feels so good. He’s warm and soft and firm all at once. He doesn’t miss the way Seokjin leans further into his touch, even as he continues to hold Jeongguk under his intense gaze, searching his face for any sign of hesitation.

“Green, hm? Tell me why you’re crying. Is it the pain?”

Jeongguk worries at his bottom lip for a moment before shaking his head slowly. It’s partially the pain but he doesn’t want Seokjin to stop. The sting around his rim feels incredible and intense and he doesn’t want to put him off continuing.

“What then, little one? I need words.”

Jeongguk huffs in exasperation as Seokjin slides a hand up and grabs onto one of his wrists to pull him away from his hair. Once one releases, he does the same with the other. The older man raises a brow and gives him an amused look as he patiently waits for Jeongguk to respond—still inside of him and hard.

Clutching the sheets between his fingers and pouting, Jeongguk says between small breaths, “I-I feel good. F-Feels so good getting fucked by hyung. Can’t think about anything else. I started crying because I— because it…”

The breath leaves his lungs as he desperately clings to a way to explain what he means. He doesn’t want Seokjin to stop. He needs him to keep going, to start thrusting back into him the way he was before. He needs it.

Luckily, as with everything else so far, Seokjin seems to be on the same page as him. He hums, his lips quirking up into a smirk as he pulls his hands to Jeongguk’s waist and squeezes. “Oh, I understand now. Crying because you feel good getting fucked like this, huh, little one?”

Wordlessly, Seokjin starts pulling out and thrusts back into Jeongguk deep and hard. It draws a long moan from the younger man through sniffles. Just like that, the older man is back exactly where he needs him.

“Yeah? Good, Jeongguk-ah? I can feel you squeezing me in. Just can’t get enough, can you? Insatiable little minx," Seokjin emphasizes the last word with a particular hard thrust, which is followed by him increasing his pace back to where it was before. Jeongguk starts panting again, the tears subsiding momentarily as he is consumed with all things Seokjin, Seokjin, Seokjin.

Out of nowhere, the older man changes his angle and starts thrusting directly into Jeongguk’s prostate. Pleasure shoots through his body that is trailed closely behind by pain from overstimulation. A choked sob breaks through him and fresh tears instantly fill his eyes. His spent dick twitches against his stomach and begins chubbing up again.

Seokjin groans, leaning down and burying his head in the crook of the younger man’s neck. “Fuck, little bunny. Can feel you clenching like that. Feels that good when I hit your spot? Can’t believe you’re getting hard again. Fucking cockwhore. All you need is a dick inside of you and you’re so pliant.”

“Unh, yeah. Yeah, h-hyung. Please. Ah,” Jeongguk babbles, lips permanently parted as sound after sound escapes him. Without realizing, he spread his legs to feel Seokjin hit deeper inside of him as hot tears fall down his cheekbones once more. Warmth pools in his abdomen as arousal takes over at the feeling of the older man’s hips meeting his thighs with every movement. He feels something run down his chin but just can’t be bothered to care.

The older man raises just enough to stare down at the younger man as he thrusts. Callously, he huffs a laugh. “You’re fucking drooling, Jeongguk. Getting fucked dumb, little bunny?”

The younger man’s eyes roll back into his head when Seokjin reaches down and wraps a hand around his—now—hard cock. He swipes his thumb over the tip to gather the precum pooled there and uses the slickness to start stroking him. Distracted and overwhelmed by the sensations wafting through him, all he can manage as a response is, “H-Hyung, hyung, please keep—ah.”

“You can’t even get through a sentence now, huh?” Seokjin chuckles, sweat beading down the expanse of his exposed neck and Jeongguk’s eyes follow it, wanting to lean up and lick the trail. Mind gone, he does exactly that. He pushes up on his elbows and dips his head down, sucking and kissing and licking along the side of Seokjin’s neck as he is brought closer to his orgasm. The older man groans loudly against his ear, “Fuck, Jeongguk.”

Out of nowhere, Seokjin pulls the hand that isn’t stroking the base of his dick off and brings it up to wrap around Jeongguk’s neck. The younger man breaks into a gasp as he is pressed into the bed, eyes widening as he feels Seokjin’s slowly grow tighter against his neck. It’s not enough to hurt or even stop his breathing, but it makes it just tight enough to leave him breathless. His dick twitches in Seokjin’s hold as the feeling of being dominated so completely takes over his every thought.

Jeongguk moans loudly as the thrusts start becoming uncoordinated. He feels Seokjin’s hold tight on him and he knows he’s going to be bruised everywhere tomorrow. Between the sucks and nibbled Seokjin teased him with earlier, to the way he has been grabbing at Jeongguk’s body as he fucks him, he’s going to be marked all over. The thought sends him reeling as he imagines standing in front of the mirror in the morning and seeing all the dark purple bruises; the sign that Seokjin was all over him—that Jeongguk belongs to him. The thought is a dangerous one, and that makes the thrill all the more intense.

“Being so good for me, Jeongguk. Take dick so fucking well. Letting me use you even while you’re this sensitive. Fuck. I’m gonna fill you up, little one. Give you what you deserve. You want that?”

Jeongguk’s head falls back and a wanton moan tumbles out of his mouth. "Yes. Yes. Puh—Please, hyung? Please. I want it. Wanna be full of your come. Want it dripping out of me tomorrow. Please give it to me.”

The way Seokjin is looking at him is downright predatory. His breathing grows louder as he exerts more energy chasing his orgasm, while simultaneously trying to bring Jeongguk to his next one. “Filthy fucking mouth. Perfect little slut for me. You’re so good, little bunny. So, so good.”

Jeongguk whimpers as he feels his orgasm near dangerously fast because everything is too much; the way Seokjin is thrusting into him in time to the way he strokes his wet cock, the way he looks looming over the younger man like this, and how he is speaking to him. It’s all too much and his eyes clench shut as he feels himself near the precipice of his high. “Hyung. Hyung-ah. Seokjin-hyung. I’m close. Ah, ah. Gonna come. I’m gonna come.”

He regrets the words immediately. 

A gasp tears its way through him as Seokjin reaches down and tightens his fingers around the base of his hard dick to a painful degree, stopping his orgasm from crashing in. “Ah—ah! No! No, no. Hyung! Hyung, why? Why? Please, hyung. So close. I’m so close and I’ve been so good.”

“Wait, little one,” He grunts. “Selfish bunny. You already came on my cock once and you want to do it again when I’m still not done having my way with you? You don’t get to come until hyung finishes inside of you. Understood?”

Jeongguk whines petulantly, attempting to rock his hips up for something—anything, at this point. The older man moves the hand around his neck down to hold down on his hip bone, pressing him firmly against the mattress. Growling, he says darkly, “Don’t be fucking ungrateful, little one. You take what I give you. If you’re a brat, you won’t be coming at all.”

He recalls what Seokjin told him at the start of their night;

“I don’t have any problem ruining an orgasm for you or using you until I’m satisfied and leaving you hard and dripping.”

Immediately, Jeongguk stills, becoming docile as Seokjin relentlessly pounds into his sore hole. He knows his remark was sincere. Thinking better of it even in his hazed state, he apologizes, “I’m sorry, hyung. ‘M sorry. Please, take it. Use me. I’m sorry. I wanna come.”

“So honest, Jeongguk-ah. Good boy. Be good and take it for me. I know you can,” Seokjin encourages, words breathless. He sounds just as wrecked as Jeongguk feels and that makes the younger man want to preen openly. He is making Seokjin feel good. He wants him to come inside of him.

Still holding tightly around the base of his leaking dick, the older man dips down once more and tucks himself in the junction between Jeongguk’s neck and shoulder. Once there, he messily bites and kisses open-mouthed at the supple skin. “Fuck, little one. You feel so good. So tight and warm. Shit. Feeling you squeeze me is—ah. I’m getting close, Jeongguk. Gonna fill you up.”

The sound that leaves Jeongguk is lewd. He bites down on his bottom lip and ignores the heat in his own abdomen as he tightens himself around Seokjin’s cock, wanting to make everything more intense for him. It works wonders as it pulls a slew of expletives and praises from the older man’s lips. Jeongguk can hear in his voice how close he is as he moans into his neck and a shiver racks through him at the sweet sounds. He wants them recorded and played through speakers at all times. Seokjin is so hot, and hearing him come apart on top of him is so much.

“Good bunny. Good fucking boy, Gguk,” Seokjin groans, his hot breath hitting the younger man’s skin and leaving goosebumps in his wake. “Perfect slut for me. Take it so well. So submissive.”

“P-Please, hyung. Please f-fill me?” Jeongguk begs, feeling his own dick’s strain in Seokjin’s relentless hold. Gently, he uses one hand to push Seokjin’s sweat-covered chest up and get him to meet his eyeline. He peers up at the older man through wide eyes and batted lashes—tears still lining them—and watches as he comes undone.

“Yeah, little one. Fuck,” Is all he says before his eyes are closing and his head is dipping foreward as a growl passes his lips. Jeongguk gasps as he feels hot semen shoot out, coating his walls. He stills inside of Jeongguk aside from small, circling motions that he makes with his hips. Grunts and pants come from him—Jeongguk too—and they both rest for a few moments in an attempt to catch their breath. Dizzy with pleasure and pain, Jeongguk quietly whimpers.

“Good little bunny. So good,” Seokjin praises softly as he begins pulling out. Jeongguk whines, attempting to clench around the older man to keep him inside but Seokjin holds him down by his hips and chuckles. “Don’t pout, little one. Don’t you want to come?”

Jeongguk can hardly think beyond mumbling pleas of “Yes, please. Please, hyung-ah. Wanna come,” which makes the older man laugh again—breathless from exertion—as he slips out from the younger man and releases his tight hold on the base of his dick to prevent him from having an early orgasm. With small kisses to Jeongguk’s shaky legs on his way down, Seokjin kneels on the floor in front of the bed—tucks himself back into his underwear somewhere along the way—and pulls Jeongguk further so his butt is situated as far off the edge as it can before becoming uncomfortable. Once there, he uses the excess lube running along Jeongguk’s thighs to slick up two of his fingers before slowly—so slowly—pushing them past his puffy rim.

Jeongguk cries out, overcome with a flash of pain and pleasure as his abused hole is once again filled by Seokjin. The older man kisses along his hips and abdomen, slowly nearing his leaking, red cock. “Shh, good bunny. Taking me in so easily even after letting me ruin you. You feel the sting, pretty? You’re still so tight. So swollen, Jeongguk-ah. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Mhm. Mhm, ah, f-feels so—I feel, oh, hyung. So good. It hurts,” Jeongguk stutters out, reaching up to tease and thumb over his own nipples just to add to the numbing pleasure.

“Good, there you go. Play with yourself, little one. Hyung’s gonna make you come now, okay?”

“P-Please. Please, Jin-hyung,” The younger man whines mindlessly and begins letting out small moans when the older man finally, finally wraps his lips around the head of his dick. Within mere minutes, Seokjin is sucking the entire length of Jeongguk’s dick into his warm mouth and bobbing his head up and down, all while fucking him with his fingers. 

The movements aren’t fast, but they’re hard and deep and it’s so perfect. The younger man falls apart under his touch, coming undone with every lick on his tip, every crook of Seokjin’s fingers when he finds Jeongguk’s prostate. Once there, he receives a wanton moan from the younger man for his efforts and hums around the dick in his mouth, making Jeongguk gasp. This time around, he’s too fucked-out and floaty to even have the energy to buck his hips up so he just happily lays down and takes what Seokjin gives him, and it feels incredible to let go—to know that the older man is there to catch him when he falls.

Jeongguk’s heart races and the world spins so he squeezes his eyes shut at the daunting realization that he’s never felt so safe, so cared for and understood during sex before—ever.

“Hyung. ‘M close, hyung. Please? Ah, please?” Jeongguk begs, not certain what he is trying to ask for.

Seokjin, always aware, knows what he means and pulls off his dick just long enough to tell him, “Go on, little one. Come on my fingers. You’ve been so good. You’ve earned it, pretty.”

Just like that, the older man goes back to taking the full length of Jeongguk into his mouth and works on milking his prostate, relentlessly pushing against the swollen gland. Jeongguk’s orgasm hits him full-force after that. Within seconds, he is stuttering out broken cries and moans, body writhing in ecstasy as Seokjin continues working him through his high. He swallows down every drop of Jeongguk’s come—which never happens normally as clients always stay clear of doing that on the rare occasions he gets his dick sucked—while fresh tears fall from the younger man’s eyes.

Eventually, the relentless pleasure begins shifting into overbearing pain and Seokjin pulls off. With a hiss from Jeongguk, he slowly removes his fingers and plants kisses over his body; on his stomach and gently placed along his bruised thighs and hips. Once Jeongguk has fully left his high and is reduced to a whimpering, floating, mindless mess against the sheets, Seokjin gently guides him to lay against the clean side of the bed and rest his head against the plush pillows. He wraps them both in the discarded, thick comforter and pulls the younger man into his arms, chest to chest. Jeongguk’s breathing is still unsteady and so Seokjin gently strokes his back and cards his slender fingers through his hair. Against his ear, he whispers sweet praises to him.

“Did so good, Jeongguk. So perfect. Couldn’t ask for anyone better.”

“D-Did…Did hyung enjoy it? I did good?” Jeongguk asks through little stuttered breaths, nosed up against the older man’s neck. Seokjin is sure he can feel the way he hums, low and calm, from being pressed against him like that.

Seokjin feels fondness curl in his chest at the words. He smiles next to Jeongguk’s face. “Yes, little one. I loved every second of it. You were so wonderful. Such a good boy, Jeongguk-ah.”

With the reassurance, Jeongguk seems to slowly calm down. Seokjin feels his pulse slowly calm, along with his breathing steadying. After several minutes of laying like that, he turns over and checks the time on the alarm beside the bed and sees that it’s almost ten. 

“Jeongguk-ah, will you be okay if I get up for a minute? I promise to come right back to you.” 

Jeongguk whines and reaches out to pull Seokjin closer by the fabric of his shirt. The older man gently removes the hold and instead takes Jeongguk’s hand into his own, chuckling softly. “It’ll just be a moment, pretty. I want to run you a bath so we can get cleaned up together. Does that sound good?”

Despite his obvious chagrin, Jeongguk nods against the older man’s neck. Seokjin hums in praise and slowly lifts himself from the bed, making sure Jeongguk is tucked comfortably under the covers before he goes. “Good boy. Hyung will be right back.”

Jeongguk’s mind wanders as he lays down in the soft bed with his eyes closed. He feels calm and floaty, and good. He’s never felt so airy after sex but he loves it. There is a warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest as he hears the older man step into the ensuite bathroom and move some things around before he begins running water. Once done, Jeongguk hears him come back over to the bed and type something into the phone on the nightstand. He is silent for a moment and then Jeongguk hears muffled talking through the speaker, followed by Seokjin saying, “Yes. Yes, please. Mhm, as scheduled earlier. Um, probably around thirty minutes from now? Yes. Thank you. Bye.”

Once off the phone, the older man gently coaxes him out of the bed with the promise of cuddles in the bath. Jeongguk can’t resist because he wants to be held by Seokjin and clean up the lube between his legs. Not to mention, he still hasn’t seen the older man without clothing aside from him being shirtless at the beach yesterday morning, and something about getting to take in every part of him makes Jeongguk giddy.

Easily, they work their way to the bathroom, where Seokjin helps Jeongguk in—having to pick him up because his legs are still too shaky to manage carefully stepping into the garden tub without slipping. As he is coated in bubbles that fill the room with scented rosemary and mint and wrapped in warm water, he rests his head against the wall and carefully watches Seokjin. The older man notices his stare as he begins unbuttoning his top and decides to make a little show of undressing. 

He slowly works the buttons open, and is slow to slip the shirt off his broad shoulders and down his toned arms. As the garment falls to the ground, he begins working on pulling down his already undone slacks, along with his underwear. The entire time he moves, he keeps his eyes trained on Jeongguk, whose lips are parted in shock as he racks his big eyes over Seokjin’s magnificent body. He’s gorgeous. Toned and muscular, lanky and soft, wonderfully proportioned. Perfect in every way. 

As Seokjin shoves his clothes to the side and steps into the tub to situate Jeongguk against his chest, the younger man can’t help but let his honest thoughts slip out, “You’re so beautiful, hyung.”

With a low laugh that rumbles against Jeongguk’s back as it comes from his chest, Seokjin nods. “Thank you, little one. You are too. So gorgeous.”

Jeongguk sighs, resting back against his shoulder as he basks in the warmth and softness of their bodies together. Pouting, he mumbles, “Upset I didn’t get to see it earlier. Next time we have sex, you’re not allowed to wear clothes.”

Seokjin stills behind him, but Jeongguk doesn’t really notice because he is too distracted by how the older man’s arms looked wrapped around him like this. They fit together so well.

After a long moment, Seokjin dips his head down until his plump lips are ghosting along the younger man’s ear. “Next time, pretty?”

That’s when Jeongguk freezes too. 

“U-Um, well—Sorry, I didn’t…I wasn’t thinking, I just—”

Seokjin’s soft laugh brings him back down. “Don’t apologize, Jeongguk-ah. I was only teasing. This doesn’t have to be a one-time thing, if you don’t want it to. I told you I’m not leaving for a while.”

As much as the words bring comfort to his initial panic, the last words ring through Jeongguk's mind; “for a while”. Eventually, Seokjin will have to leave. He’ll go back to Seoul and Jeongguk will be on the island alone again, and things will go back to normal.

Seokjin reaches up to run his hand along Jeongguk’s hair, pushing it back and tucking some loose stranges behind his ear. “What do you say, pretty? Think you wanna stay with me for a bit longer?”

Jeongguk worries at his bottom lip, weighing his options. Many things circle in his mind, but it always comes back to one thing; he wants to stay near Seokjin for the time that he has him. So, after a few passing seconds, he finally responds with, “Yes, please, hyung. I want to spend more time with you. If…if that’s something you want too?”

Seokjin places a gentle kiss to his temple and pulls off with a smile. “Of course, Jeongguk-ah. That’s very much something I want.”

With those words, Jeongguk is coaxed back into a relaxed state. Time passes between them where they just enjoy being in one another’s presence. Seokjin washes his hair with the fancy hotel products, and shakes his head when Jeongguk tries to do the same, reminding him that he had a shower just before he arrived. Jeongguk’s heart soars, despite himself. Seokjin is doing this because Jeongguk needed it, and the thought sends him flying. He’s so sweet, wanting to care for the younger man after such intense sex.

After that, Seokjin has Jeongguk shift so that he is in his lap, where he lathers his body with soap, cleaning him and running his hands along every part of his body. When it comes time for Seokjin to clean his private areas, Jeongguk starts getting hard when the older man fingers him open with careful precision to clean the semen out of him. Jeongguk tries to be good and hides in the crook of Seokjin’s neck as he works his fingers in and out, but he ends up a whining, whimpering mess in the older man’s lap, and Seokjin takes pity on him; whispering filthy promises in Jeongguk’s ear as he strokes his spent dick to completion. 

“I’m gonna take you on the balcony, little bunny. Bet you’d like that. Being fucked over the railing where anyone can see you. Such a fucking slut.”

Jeongguk’s a goner after that and stifles his moans against Seokjin’s skin when his orgasm hits. Sometime after that, they get out of the bath. The older man guides him to lean against the counter while he carefully applies cream to the red marks against his sore ass. Seokjin praises him when he doesn’t flinch, before carefully dressing them both in their robes and finishing up getting ready for bed before they head back into the hotel room.

Once they walk out, Jeongguk is taken aback by the sight and gasps. Seokjin steps behind him and wraps an arm around his front—chest to back—and kisses against his head. “Like it, pretty? Had them bring it up while we were in the tub.”

Jeongguk’s first instinct is to blush because that means the hotel staff probably heard him coming on Seokjin’s fingers, but he is quickly distracted by the sight before him. There are fresh sheets on the bed, wine and flowers on the nightstand, and an entire cart of food by the foot of the mattress. Meat and noodles and chocolate—too many things for Jeongguk to pick apart but they smell divine and he can feel his stomach twisting in hunger at the sight. Aside from a light breakfast this morning, he hadn’t eaten. 

“When did…how did you—?”

Seokjin laughs, guiding Jeongguk to the bed with a hand on the small of his back. “That’s why I had to leave the room earlier when you arrived. Once I realized you were interested, I knew you’d want something after we finished. So, I had them get everything prepared. I’m still sorry I had to step out, though.”

“No, hyung! Don’t apologize. This is—I mean, I don’t even know how to…” Jeongguk tries and fails to find the words as he is pulled to sit on the bed, Seokjin in front of him as he brings the cart close and begins gathering food on a plate for him. There is a pleased smile on his handsome face.

“You don’t have to say it, Jeongguk-ah. I think I understand. Does bibimbap sound nice right now? Personally, I think that with steak sounds wonderful.”

“I—That…Yes, that sounds nice, hyung,” Jeongguk says softly, cheeks red when Seokjin doesn’t hand him the plate but moves to sit in front of him with it in hand, before reaching down and gathering a bite on his chopsticks. He moves them up to Jeongguk’s mouth and the younger man’s eyes are wide as he opens his mouth. Seokjin releases a pleased hum as he takes the bite of food and chews slowly before swallowing it.

“Good boy.”

Jeongguk feels his chest swell again with joy and doesn’t know what to say when Seokjin gives him another bite other than a small, embarrassed, “Thank you, hyung.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Jeongguk-ah. Just enjoy it and eat well so we can get some sleep later, yes?” Seokjin tells him sweetly. Jeongguk nods, sitting up a little more eagerly as he is fed the delicious meal.

And they do—sleep that is. After the food is nearly cleared and they have both had some wine, Seokjin and him cuddle in the bed together and makeout messily for a while. Eventually, they settle into a hazy, comfortable lull where everything is dark and quiet and they are just basking in each other’s presence.

When Jeongguk is somewhere on the plane between dreams and reality, he hears Seokjin mumble next to his head, “I can understand why your clients didn’t want to be rough with you.”

“Hm? Why?” He asks back, voice laced with exhaustion.

“You’re so sweet, Jeongguk-ah. So beautiful and kind. I’m sure they were worried about hurting you.”

Jeongguk feels his breathing catch in his throat and he grabs at Seokjin’s naked shoulder a little harder. “You think so, hyung?”

“Mhm. I know so.”

“Then why…why did you?” He asks, feeling a little more awake now even as Seokjin’s voice remains sleepy. He finds that he really wants to know the answer. If he thinks Jeongguk is sweet, why was he okay with doing all of those things to him? What does that mean? Does he…not like Jeongguk? Or, maybe…does he really like him? For some reason deep in his subconscious, he listens with rapt attention while he awaits an answer, anticipating thrumming in him.

Seokjin’s words come low—almost like a confession. “Wanted to give you what I could see you needed. Someone so perfect deserves only to have what they want and nothing less. It upset me to see how mistreated you had been, how ignored your desires were.”

After a long, long moment, Jeongguk whispers, “Why do you care?”

The older man hums softly and the younger man can tell he isn’t all there. Exhaustion from the day and their activities has certainly worn him down and, yet—despite himself—Jeongguk needs the answer.

“Because I care about you, little one. Wanna see you happy.”

Tears sting in the younger man’s eyes as emotion takes over. He can feel Seokjin grow heavier against him, his hold becomes more lax, and he knows that he has fallen asleep. Jeongguk sighs against him. He doesn’t know what is going on with him. He only just met this man yesterday. He shouldn’t feel this way. He doesn’t even know what it is he’s feeling—he’s never experienced this before. He finds himself wanting Seokjin’s approval and presence and affection.

He doesn’t know how long he lays there, replaying every second of the night they spent together. He thinks about how perfect he feels in Seokjin’s arms and the way the older man was smiling at him earlier

At some point, finally, sleep becomes a merciful lover and takes him for its own. However, just before he can drift off, he thinks somewhere in the back of his mind that there is a small, minute, minuscule chance that he might have a crush on Seokjin.

—

The following morning, the pair wake up with soft smiles and the golden sunlight peering in from the balcony doors. Between gentle kisses where neither care about morning breath, and long moments spent holding each other and shifting to look at one another, they finally manage to pull themselves out from bed.

They put on clothes—Jeongguk’s discarded items from the night prior and Seokjin’s from his suitcase, which just end up being a black button up and pants. The younger man teases him about having no style despite literally owning a clothing brand and Seokjin takes it on the chin with a playful slap to Jeongguk’s sore butt. They sneak kisses after freshening up in the bathroom, and slowly rally for the day. In the middle of making out on the balcony with plates from breakfast that had been brought up prior discarded on the table near them, Seokjin pulls away and looks into Jeongguk’s doe eyes. Holding him against the rail, he gently caresses his cheek and asks, “Would you like to go out with me today?”

Jeongguk’s smile is toothy and excited. “Yes, please. Where are we going to go?”

“My yacht. How does late lunch and a swim sound?”

The younger man’s eyes go comically wide. He blinks a few times, brain short circuiting. “Your-your what? Sorry, did you say yacht?” 

Seokjin just laughs and peppers kisses along the expanse of his neck. “Mhm. I bought it a few years ago but I’ve barely used it. I had it brought out in case I got the chance and this seems like a wonderful opportunity. Wanna go?”

“Y-Yes? Yes,” Jeongguk tells him, feeling a little overwhelmed at the prospect, but equal parts excited. Seokjin pulls back from his neck and grins before planting a hard kiss against his lips. “Good.”

“I have to stop by my room to get my swim trunks, though.”

“No need,” Seokjin tells him with a smirk, that playful expression in his dark eyes. Jeongguk’s breathing quickens. “We’re going to a private beach, little one, and I happen to prefer you without clothes on.”

Jeongguk is too helplessly infatuated to do anything but eagerly agree.

—

The yacht is incredible. 

Once they arrive at the dock, Jeongguk’s eyes go wide at the sight. It’s huge and beautifully made. He tells Seokjin as much, which makes the older man’s chest puff with pride. When they step on and greet the four staff members aboard, he’s even more thoroughly impressed. It’s in white and black and in pristine condition, which makes considering Seokjin’s confession that it hadn’t been used many times.

Jeongguk can’t stop gawking at everything they pass by; the full-size entertainment room on the first level, with a pool table and games and a mini-bar. It’s followed by a smaller and more private space with a bed and table, a few chairs around to have more seating—not to mention a connecting bathroom. When they go to the other side of the yacht, there is even a jacuzzi hooked up with another bar and an outside table. It’s incredible and something straight out of one of his dreams. Seokjin seems to bask in the way Jeongguk gets excited over everything they see and do. He keeps looking down at the younger man and grinning at his reactions. At one point, when they are playing pool and drinking, he pulls Jeongguk in and plants a kiss against his head, mumbling, “I’m happy you’re having fun, little one.”

Everything goes perfectly.

They enjoy a wonderful lunch out at sea served by the staff, and are left alone on one side of the yacht for a private swim near the beach that they dock at later. Seokjin helps him apply sunscreen and takes the opportunity to grope his ass a few times, laughing at Jeongguk when he whines because it’s still hurting from the abuse landed on it the day prior. They giggle and kiss as they swim around in the ocean, splashing water and teasing one another. They learn things, too. Seokjin learns that Jeongguk is originally from Busan and moved to the island because he found better work there, and Jeongguk learns that Seokjin is a jokester and has an big brother. The older man asks what his tattoos mean and Jeongguk excitedly rambles on about every single one of them.

The pair of men sunbathe on the longue chairs back on the yacht after their swim to dry off, before immediately getting wet again once they decide to use the jacuzzi. Once there, somehow, Jeongguk ends up in Seokjin’s lap and the older man ends up holding onto him by the waist and kissing along his neck.

“I feel…really good,” Jeongguk admits suddenly.

Seokjin hums against his skin, pulling away after sucking a dark mark into the skin to look up at him. His cheeks are red from being in the sun and his hair is fluffy and curled from the salt of the water. He’s gorgeous. “I’m glad, Jeongguk-ah. I feel really good too. Spending time with you has been…very enjoyable.”

Jeongguk peers at him through his bangs, worrying at his bottom lip. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Seokjin reassures him, reaching up to suck on his lip. Jeongguk lets him with a breathless sigh before they end up sloppily making out in the water. His chest feels so full and he just feels nice. He doesn’t remember a time that he’s ever been this relaxed.

“Hyung…I’m going to miss you…when you go,” Jeongguuk tells him when they finally pull away, eyes wide and vulnerable as the confession comes out as a near whisper.

He searches Seokjin’s eyes after he says it. He doesn’t exactly know what he’s looking for but it doesn’t matter because the look in the older man’s eyes is indiscernible. Seokjin gently runs his fingers up and down his sides, lips pursed as he stares at the younger man in his lap. After a long time, he mumbles, “I’m going to miss you too, Jeongguk. I…didn’t think I would feel this way but I do.”

Jeongguk’s words come breathless and hopeful, “And how do you feel, hyung?” 

The older man sighs. The younger man deflates a little at the action but is quickly pulled from it by Seokjin’s gentle words. “Jeongguk. Little one. I know we only met two days ago but I…I don’t feel quite ready to let you go yet. I’ve actually become quite…fond of you. I know that sounds ridiculous, like I said, we just met but—”

“No! No, it doesn’t,” Jeongguk protests, a smile breaking out over his face like he can’t quite help it. He clings on tighter to the older man and stares right at him, needing him to understand how sincere he is. “Hyung, I…I don’t want you to go. I think…I think I like you, and…I want to spend more time getting to know you.”

Seokjin's eyes go a little wide and his mouth goes slack at the confession. He holds onto Jeongguk’s waist like the younger man might disappear into thin air if he didn’t. “Are you sure, bunny?"

Jeongguk’s nod is enthusiastic and, before he knows it, the older man is leaning in to kiss him again. It’s different from their other times kissing; softer and more passionate. When they pull away, they are both wearing giddy smiles.

“How about this, Jeongguk-ah. I have five more weeks of vacation. I can stay in town and we spend time getting to know each other. We can go on dates and travel when you have time off work and, if we both still want this, we can consider pursuing something further. Does that sound okay to you?”

Jeongguk fidgets with his hands where they are clasped together behind Seokjin’s neck. His eyes shoot between Seokjin’s chest and eyes, feeling nervous. “You…don’t mind my job?”

The head shake he gets in return is reassuring. “No, little one. I don’t. If it’s something that makes you money that you enjoy doing, I don’t mind at all.”

Another question pops into his head and he can’t resist the urge to ask it. “You…would we be exclusive?”

Seokjin squeezes his waist. “If that’s okay with you. I’m not seeing anyone, pretty, and your clients don’t count for you. I…want to be in a relationship with you, if that’s what you want too.”

Jeongguk breathes a sigh of relief. “Yes, yes, that’s what I want.”

They share another deep kiss before the younger man pulls away again. “Hyung…you’re positive you wouldn’t get jealous because of what kind of work I do?”

Seokjin smirks up at him. His tone shifts into something more playful—daring. “How can I, little bunny? We both know last night was the best night of your life and that I was the one giving it to you.”

A flush runs up Jeongguk’s neck and face. He whines, “Hyung…”

The older man dips his hands down to run along Jeongguk’s ass. Once there, he grips the plump flesh, causing expletives to pass the younger man’s mouth. Seokjin chuckles, “What, Jeongguk-ah? Do you need hyung to show you again?”

The thought of being taken in the jacuzzi on a yacht in the middle of the water sends a shiver running up Jeongguk's spine. He thinks back to what filthy things Seokjin whispered to him in the tub last night and wonders for a moment if he has had an exhibition kink this entire time. Before he can dwell on it too much, though, Seokjin is using his hold on his ass to push him forward which rocks both of their hips together. Jeongguk gasps when he feels Seokjin’s hard length pressed against his own, not having realized how turned on they both were.

Seokjin starts licking and kissing against his neck again. “So hard, little one. Are you that excited at the thought of getting fucked again?”

“Ah, hyung,” He moans when Seokjin continues pressing them together. “W-We don’t have lube and the water is—”

“I know, pretty,” Seokjin whispers next to his ear. “That’s okay. We’ll save it for later. For now, why don’t you ride hyung’s thigh until you finish, hm? Think you can do that for me?”

Jeongguk whines, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against Seokjin’s ass he is guided into the older man’s leg, where he continually grinds against the firm, smooth skin. The friction is so good and their movements cause the water to shift and rock in the jacuzzi. Jeongguk knows it won’t take much at all. He’s been so turned on all day seeing Seokjin naked, and now with how good it feels to ride his thigh, it’s only a matter of moments. He grinds himself down with purpose, pressing against Seokjin and encouraging the older man to push him down faster and deeper. All the while, Seokjin kisses him between his broken moans and whispers to him. 

“Good bunny. Gonna come all over yourself? Do it, pretty. Ride hyung’s thigh like a good whore. Yeah? Does it hurt when I grab your ass like this, little one? Hurts so good, doesn’t it? Come on, Jeongguk-ah. Come for me.”

“Hyung, hyung—ah,” Jeongguk moans brokenly as he reaches his high, climaxing into the water and pressing hard against Seokjin to hold on as he shakes and writhes in pleasure. The older man guides him through it, kissing him and whispering praises of how good he is and how well he did, doing everything hyung asked of him.

Eventually, he comes down from his floaty headspace and they both get out of the—now, soiled—jacuzzi to wrap themselves in towels and dry off. They exchange smiles and kisses and Seokjin teases Jeongguk for almost falling when they get out of the water, but helps him anyway with a gentle grip on his arm.

Once they are cuddled up in robes on one of the lounge couches on the deck—Jeongguk’s back pressed to Seokjin’s chest—they watch the clouds shift in the sky and pay no mind to the television hanging from one of the walls off to the side that the staff turned on for them. They enjoy each other’s company and share kisses that are soft and laced with traces of wine and fruit that they enjoyed earlier.

Once they pull back from one kiss in particular, Seokjin smiles fondly at Jeongguk, who matches his expression.

“What hyung?”

“I like you, Jeongguk-ah. You make me feel…relaxed, content. Truth be told, when I first arrived, I was still texting employees to see how things were going, and trying to operate from all the way out here. I didn’t honestly enjoy my time off until you came along. Your energy is infectious, and I really like the way you make me feel. So, I’m excited to see where this goes because I have a good feeling about it.”

Jeongguk beams, tears filling his eyes at the words. “I like you too, hyung. I can’t remember a time where I’ve felt more cared for and at peace then since I’ve been with you.”

Seokjin presses a gentle kiss to his forehead. When he pulls away, they exchange fond looks.

“You’re so cute, little bunny. I’m going to spoil you rotten.”

Jeongguk scoffs. “Like you haven’t already.”

They share another kiss that is soft and full of the promise of something more to come. Their lips press together perfectly, as if made to fit for one another. With the faint scent of salt in the air, they enjoy a peaceful evening on the yacht with the sun setting into a golden hue along the shoreline—and if they go back into the water to swim to the nearby beach after dark to have sex, well, none of the staff needs to know about it.

—

fin.