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Kyungsoo felt he was fuming.
He was sure he looked red in the face, from embarrassment, form the heat, he didn’t know. He felt so hot he thought he might’ve been sick.
Last night was a wreck of distant memories. Liquid courage managed to get him a handjob from the untouchable Kim Jongin, hopefully not anything more.
The weekend had passed, but he had yet to get over it. He hadn’t seen Jongin at all, all day.
His shift was almost over, he had about one hour or so, and then he would go home.
He started a bit at the view outside the large windows of the room he was cleaning. The busy city always seemed to calm him, watching the little humans walking around, tiny cars zooming in the distance, rooftops, a stray cat or two. Since the windows were soundproof, he was surrounded by silence – the only noises were outside the room, muffled and muted because of the door.
The door suddenly opened widely, hurried footsteps coming Kyungsoo’s way. He turned around, already knowing it could be none other than Jongin, but was surprised to see him nonetheless, after he’s been missing throughout the day.
‘Hey, I’m-’
Kyungsoo was cut off by a sudden kiss on the lips.
A warm hand came to cup Kyungsoo’s cheek and he granted entrance for Jongin’s tongue.
Jongin kind of managed to lead Kyungsoo to the bed and he kind of managed to drop him on it, while he also went to close the door – Kyungsoo inwardly hoping that he had locked it – and returned record time.
Small sighs and embarrassed giggled left Kyungsoo as Jonign slowly slid his pants off for a second time this week, admiring his inner thighs and squeezing them in his hands.
He was keeping a bottle of lube in one of the nightstands and Kyungsoo wondered how and why it got there. He was supposedly responsible for putting things on nightstands but didn’t get the chance to really analyse it because Jongin was prodding his entrance with a finger.
It felt so entirely different than what he had gone through a couple of weeks ago. This felt nice. It was a strange sensation, but his chest was throbbing (so was his dick) and he was already feeling hot and flushed. Jongin’s fingers felt longer than his, and he curved them in certain ways, probably experimentally, but it had Kyungsoo sighing. Two fingers soon became three, and Kyungsoo was feeling uneasy. The massage on his walls was slow and torturous and he considered asking Jonign to stop.
But he was hard, and he didn’t want to stop. Not right now.
Jongin seemed understanding and careful, he took his time to make sure Kyungsoo felt comfortable. He gave him a few sloppy kisses all over his neck and cheeks to distract him and ease him from the mild stinging.
When three fingers started becoming pleasurable, Kyungsoo suddenly felt a pang of embarrassment. He was having sex on a hotel bed with the hotel owner in a hotel room, with the curtains wide open, at that. But it wasn’t the situation that was making him want to crawl under a rock and just stay there, it was the fact that he could feel Jongin looking at him, even with his eyes tightly closed.
He grabbed the pillow next to his head and slid it over his face slowly, while Jongin seemed focused on something else.
The pillow felt very soft and it muffled all kinds of weird sounds that Kyungsoo couldn’t help masking.
‘You’re very shy, huh?’ he heard Jongin chuckle, ‘Funny, considering how bold you are in other circumstances.’
Kyungsoo whined in disapproval and felt the pillow puling away from him. Jongin was smiling. A large, beautiful, toothy smile.
‘Don’t worry, I also get shy,’ he said quietly.
Kyungsoo’s toes curled when Jongin hit a specific spot and the older didn’t fail to notice. He tried to keep the smirk to himself, but it didn’t escape Kyungsoo’s eyes.
The fingers slid out of him easily, and Jongin unbuckled his belt. It was a good thing he was focused on taking his pants off and didn’t see Kyungsoo embarrassingly clenching around nothing.
Kyungsoo was looking up at the ceiling, trying to ease his breathing while Jongin was talking to him as he prepared himself. He heard a condom wrapper being opened, we heard heavy breaths.
‘Kyungsoo?’ an oddly small voice. ‘I’m putting it in.’
Kyungsoo took a deep breath, still not daring to look at Jongin. He felt the tip of his cock teasing his entrance and he almost whined. It was difficult to coax any sound out of Kyungsoo, he had too much control over his voice, over his actions.
When Jongin started to push in though, he couldn’t bring himself to stop spasming and squirming to every new inch. His heels dug into the mattress and he had found odd comfort by pinching the thinnest layer of the sheets he had made some time ago.
It was very painful at first. Jongin added more lube and the coldness of it made Kyungsoo uncertain about what they were doing for the nth time. Jongin’s size felt fulfilling. It was satisfying. The stretch was bordering too much, but Kyungsoo thought he could take it. Jongin moved in small circular movements, as if to stretch him out some more. Kyungsoo released an involuntary moan.
‘I think you can move,’ he said, to refrain himself from doing anything he would regret. ‘But slowly, please, sir.’
‘Since you’re asking so nicely,’ Jongin said lowly and continued with the same subtle movements, but they were somehow reaching deeper and the smaller opened his mouth to a silent moan.
He sought leverage to Jongin’s shoulders and he grabbed his things to hold them up against his waist. He could feel the flex of his muscles as he picked up his pace.
His movements were fluid and effortless, and Kyungsoo vaguely wondered how many time must he have done this. Jongin pressed hard against Kyungsoo’s walls, dragging a whine out of him simultaneously and hit certain spots that really made him feel like coming already.
When Jongin located his prostate, Kyungsoo sobbed and he sounded pathetic and he wanted to chase the feeling again. Moving against Jongin, he led Jongin to that spot himself.
A layer of sweat had started forming on Kyungsoo’s forehead and his clothed abdomen, Jonign’s suit was totally unraveled, his face torn in between concentration and pleasure and it was hot.
Kyungsoo crossed his legs behind Jongin’s waist to bring himself closer to him as he had totally forgotten about the controlled pace he had set earlier.
Hectic thrusting around and moaning and sobbing did it for Kyungsoo. After a couple of tugs on his dick, his back arched suddenly, his body taking the initiative and with his hands fisting the sheets, he released in short squirts.
Joning followed just as Kyungsoo was staring to feel uncomfortable with overstimulation, just before it became unpleasantly too much.
Kyungsoo didn’t feel like moving. The bed was comfortable, it smelled of detergent and of Jonign and he just wanted to sleep until next morning. It was the first time he had ever bottomed and went all the way with someone.
Still trying to take control over his breathing, Jonign flopped next to him in bed after he tied the condom and threw it away in the trashcan.
‘Do you have any energy to redo the room?’ Jongin asked quietly, after a few moments of stroking Kyungsoo’s hair gently.
‘What are you talking about, I just want to take a shower and sleep,’ Kyungsoo sighed. He was sweaty, had lube running down his thighs and even if it was only late afternoon, he felt exhausted.
‘Oh dear. This room is booked for today.’
Kyungsoo frowned and cursed inwardly. ‘For when?’ he asked, his voice slightly muffled because of Jongin’s embrace.
Jongin sounded hesitant, almost afraid. ‘In ten minutes.’