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The blindfold is pulled off his head and Nakyum struggles to adjust his eyes to the sudden glare of light. He’s in what seems to be a duplex penthouse apartment, windows up to the ceiling, an open kitchen to his right, modern furnishing and there’s even a full, backlit bar filled with all manner of alcohol and bar stools. But there are no personal effects, no picture frames of the sort giving away the identity owner. But he knows anyway and it’s taking all his energy to not piss his pants.
The two goons in black and white suits that showed up at his door were polite, allowed him to change out of his sleep clothes and were even apologetic –“Please bear with this for a while”- when they placed the blindfold over his eyes before they drove to the destination. His heart threatened to beat out of his chest the entire way. They gave no further information other than his presence was requested by “The Boss” and he’s got an inkling of what this is about and there’s a pit in stomach because he knew this day would come. Operations had been running too smoothly.
Nakyum’s shaking and he’s feeling a bit sick because fuck, what was this? Feeling like he’s in a B-rated action flick, he shifts on his feet as he stares around, wondering just how long he was going to have to wait. They even made him change out of his sneakers into house slippers and he’s more confused if anything. This isn’t the treatment he was expecting at all but it did little to soothe his nerves.
The two men are guarding the front door and they’re standing stiff, hands folded crisscross in front of them and they’re staring ahead.
He sees movement out of the corner of his eye and a door opens and he’s really about to vomit because it’s one thing to assume you’re in deep shit, but it’s another thing to have it confirmed.
Yoon Seungho saunters out of the bathroom, inky hair damp and swept back, black dress pants, crisp shirt unbuttoned at the top, but the cuffs are rolled up, revealing intricate tattoos and the muscles in his forearms flex as he wipes his hands with a small towel.
He doesn’t spare them a glance as he walks over behind the bar and pours himself a glass of dark liquor. He lifts his eyes up and Nakyum’s breath hitches because amber eyes are piercing, practically boring holes in his skull, set against a chiseled face, all angles, high cheekbones, arched brows and perfect skin. Nakyum’s curiously Googled the man before, but he’s impossibly even more stunning in the flesh.
Seungho tosses back the brandy, waves his fingers and the two men take their leave as Nakyum almost panics, wants to beg them to stay. Seungho’s eyes are fatigued and he stifles back a sigh as he pours himself another glass and goes over to the boy who’s anxiously standing there, clutching at his shirt and doing his best to put on the bravest face he can muster.
Seungho leans casually against the foundation post and observes him. He’s only seen him from afar on the days he’d observe the brothel from a dark, tinted car parked across the street and he would catch him returning from his University classes with his backpack. He’d been biding his time, waited for this moment for a while. He’s never seen anyone quite as attractive as Nakyum and he’s been in the mood to have some fun.
The kid’s a head or two shorter than him, large, expressive olive eyes, peachy skin, slim limbs and silky hair. He’s almost too delicate for Seungho’s aggressive tastes but it makes him all the more enticing.
He takes a sip of his brandy. “I’m a busy man, kid, so I’m just going to get right to it. You know who I am, you know what you and your sister have done. Only recourse is to pay up. Terms of the payment are of my choosing.”
Nakyum lifts his chin. He’s no fool- he knows not to give away any sign of guilt unless the absolute truth is presented to him, but even then he’ll still hold his ground. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. My sister and I haven’t done anything that would warrant you dragging me here in the middle of the night.” He’s proud his voice doesn’t waver but shit, he’s really fucking scared. The man is just too imposing.
Seungho cocks his head to the side, runs his tongue over his bottom teeth slowly. “I see. You’re a bit softer around the edges than that In-hun but I suppose that means you’ll bleed more easily, confess more quickly.” His sharp eyes pick up the moment Nakyum’s eyes widen in recognition and fear. The kid wouldn’t last a minute in an inquisition, he already has so many tells.
“How-how do you-“ Nakyum stammers and fists clench because fuck- this wasn’t how this was supposed to go. How did his plan to remain indifferent fall through so quickly. His legs feel like they’re about to give out.
Swirling the liquid in the crystal, Seungho slides his other hand in his pocket. His expression almost contemplative. “It was a simple transaction. Did you think that fool was on your side? He does your books but he’s worked for me this entire time.”
“He wouldn’t,” Nakyum grits out. “Mr. Jung would never betray us like that.”
Seungho’s eyes glitter. “It was almost too easy,” he mocks, seeing how this information is riling the kid up. “The man’s spineless. No sense of loyalty. You’d be surprised what someone is willing to disclose for money. Who they’re willing to sell out.”
Nakyum’s eyes widen. “We weren’t using it for ourselves!” he defends, feeling the situation slip away from him. “It was going towards the non-profit orphanages, and the rec centers, they needed help and-“
“And it’s got fuck all to do with me,” Seungho interrupts smoothly, fingers squeezing around the rim of the glass. “A bullshit endeavor that should’ve been funded on your dime, not mine.”
“If…if you knew, then why did you let us keep doing it?”
“It was amusing. Laughable, even, that paupers such as yourselves were funneling money into these institutions like you were the self-proclaimed saviors of the slums,” Seungho answers before taking another sip. It’s incredibly entertaining to see the blatant offense on the boy’s face, the embarrassment at him poking fun at initiatives they deemed important.
“But then you little rats were getting too greedy,” he continued, eyes narrowing. “And it started becoming a fucking nuisance.”
Nakyum glares at him. “If you had been looking after all the organizations that needed attention we wouldn’t have had to!”
Seungho stands up to his full height then and Nakyum’s breath stills as if suspended, as if expecting back lash. Neither move until Seungho throws back the rest of the brandy down his throat and tosses the glass on the marble floor, feels satisfaction when Nakyum flinches as it shatters to pieces.
Nakyum cowers back when Seungho stalks forward, calmly, the smile on his face cold and feral, muscles bunching with restrained violence. He grabs Nakyum’s t-shirt collar and hauls him up so they’re nose to nose. The man’s eyes are like shards.
“You seem to forget who the fuck owns this district,” he whispers, low and cutting. “Just who owns you, your sister and her shitty whorehouse. You don’t take my fucking revenue and use it any way you damn please.” Seungho’s nostrils flare as Nakyum quakes. “I decide what deserves my attention, what doesn’t and a low-life mongrel like you exists only to be used by me.”
Nakyum meets his gaze, stupid and brave and Seungho just wants to hurt him. “You should’ve stayed quiet, boy. But you’ve successfully annoyed me so it's time to pay up.”
Seungho shoves Nakyum down on his knees and pushes a finger against his forehead to tilt his head back. “You’re going to do what your kind does best. Sucking me off and any other fucking thing I tell you until it equates to all the hundreds of thousands you so freely decided to pilfer.”
“Wait! Wait, please, I’m not-“ Nakyum gasps out but Seungho unbuttons his slacks quickly, pulls his already impressive half-hard cock out and albeit shoves it in his mouth. Nakyum chokes from the sudden intrusion and presses his hands against the man’s thighs to push him off, lips hanging limply around the member. He’s doing nothing to pleasure the man, actually wants to just throw up and is mortified because he never thought he’d be forced to suck dick before he’s even had his first kiss.
“For a whore”-Seungho remarks, unimpressed- “you’re terrible at this.” He looks bored out of his mind.
“Ahm nah ah hooo-“ Nakyum tries around a mouthful of dick and Seungho sighs, exasperated at how fucking long this is taking. He pulls the boy off and looks down, contemptuous.
He ignores the way Nakyum gasps, coughs profusely and angrily swipes the tears from his eyes.
“Speak clearly, boy.” God, he’s so over this already and he’s too damn tired to play these games. He’s had a long day and just wants to get off and go the fuck to sleep but he’s got to deal with this now. This little shit punk.
“I said I’m not a damn whore,” and Nakyum glares up, petulant, fists bunching at his knees. This asshole is a real piece of work and he almost wishes he can get that dick back in his mouth just so he can bite it off.
“I don’t- I don’t do sex work…I haven’t done anything-“
Long fingers slide through his hair again and jerks him back against the erection but Seungho’s expression is almost murderous. Amber eyes are blown wide and the grip is painful. Nakyum whimpers as his hand fly up to try to alleviate the hurt.
“For fuck’s sake-“ Seungho seethes, his calm armor finally cracking, shaking the boy’s head around like a rag doll -“you’re a virgin?” And he sounds so turned off by it that Nakyum can’t help but feel hopeful that he’d realize he won’t be good at anything remotely close to what the man would be into and might just let him go. He winces when he hears an incredulous huff and Seungho is gazing up at the ceiling, the muscle in his jaw twitching.
“Really…” he’s saying to himself, fingers still gripping Nakyum’s locks roughly. “Raised in a brothel and never been fucked? Don’t lie to me, boy.”
“I-I’m not lying!” Nakyum defends, trying to pry Seungho’s fingers off. His scalp is burning.
“Ask them if you don’t believe me! I only run errands and freaking go to school so please, let go of me-” and the man swiftly crouches down to his level, dick bobbing between them comically.
“They should’ve brought you Jihwa…he’s- he’s the one that services the-“ and Seungho interrupts him, “The brown haired one?” he scoffs. “I know of him, annoying as fuck. Besides,” -he tilts his head and appraises him, seriously this time- “you’re prettier.”
And Nakyum shouldn’t feel the brief warmth that flashes through him, honestly no one ever compliments him, but this isn’t the time for that. He blinks back, owlishly, as Seungho is still gazing at him as if wondering how to proceed. If he thinks he’s going to make this easy for the man, he can fuck right off.
He squirms again, trying to gain back feeling in his legs after kneeling for so long until he feels the grip loosen from his hair and slide, almost sensuously down his face to cup his jaw. Seungho is grinning at him now and is looking suspiciously pleased with himself and the dread in Nakyum’s stomach spreads.
“I suppose,” -the man quips – “everyone needs to start somewhere, yes?” And Nakyum is shaking his head now because no, no, he doesn’t need to start anywhere and he’s briefly considering how far he can get if he tries to tackle him and escape but Seungho is abnormally tall and his shoulders are so fucking broad and Jesus Christ, why is his dick still hanging out-
“So that is what we will do,” Seungho concludes, straightening up and Nakyum pushes himself backwards and he ends up sprawling on the cold ground. The taller man is quicker and grabs him again by the hair and he’s suddenly in his face.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going, hmm?” Amber eyes are wide and menacing and Nakyum flinches under his stare. He knows he should try to appease him but he’s so done with the situation and the damn hair pulling and he yelps when his head is wrenched up again and Seungho’s dick is poised over his face.
“What you lack in skill, you’ll make up for in enthusiasm,” he murmurs, rubbing the tip of his cock lightly over Nakyum’s mouth as if he’s applying lipstick, enjoying the defiance in those expressive, olive eyes. “And you better put in fucking work as if your life depends on it.” He slaps his dick against the pretty lips, “Open up,” but Nakyum purses his mouth shut and Seungho isn’t above playing dirty.
It’s what got him to where he is, after all.
“Open your mouth, princess,” -he coos then, indulgent- “make it good for me and I’ll treat you right. Won’t be like your daddy that abandoned you,” and Nakyum grunts a warning, as if daring him to keep talking but Seungho can give two fucks if he hurts feelings. “I’d take care of you.”
And he sees it, relishes in the moment the indignant rage flares up in pretty boy’s eyes and Nakyum is shoving at his stomach, with the intense need to hurt him. Make him bleed, maybe.
“You piece of shit, let go of me. You can’t do this to-” Nakyum thrashes, wildly and Seungho’s already tenuous patience just snaps.
“Shut up, shut the fuck up,” he grits out and grips Nakyum’s brutally by the jaw and shoves his head back so he’s staring directly at him because if the bitch didn’t understand it before, he’s going to understand now.
“Listen you little twink, this is how it’s going to fucking go,” and Nakyum claws at his wrist, frustrated and desperate. “You’re going to suck me off, get it real wet and then I’m going to fuck your ass and maybe, just maybe if you take it like a good little mutt, I’ll give you a choice of where you want my cum. On your face or down your goddamn throat.”
He grabs his dick by the base again and lays it flat on Nakyum’s upturned face and he just wants to laugh because this shit is just too funny but he’s actually getting off on this, on this embarrassment, on the younger boy’s tears and his helplessness.
“Let’s try this again, yeah?” His voice is softer now as Nakyum sniffles and he’s caressing the soft cheek and running his hands through his hair. The boy has whiplash with how quickly the man’s mood changes. “Make it good for daddy. If I feel any teeth, I’ll snap your pretty head right off your neck and ship it to your sister in a box.”
It’s ridiculous, Nakyum thinks, how soft and comforting the man’s tone is when he’s literally promising to behead him. And he realizes then, the absolute duality of Seungho and he knows he’s got to behave if he wants to make it out of here.
So he opens his mouth and Seungho’s eyes light up, pleased at his submission and the cock slides up his tongue, smoothly, almost silkily and back out.
“Keep it open,” Seungho instructs, eyes trained as his dick is going in and out. His hips move, slow and languid, enjoying the feel of Nakyum’s tongue caressing the underside of his cock, the saliva pooling around his mouth and starting to leak out.
He’s holding back from just thrusting all the way in because honestly, the boy just looks so damn pretty like this. On his knees, mouth open, listening to him so well and taking it.
“So good, Nakyum,” he praises, and enjoys the blush that sweeps across the boy’s nose and cheeks. “See how well we get along if you simply behave?”
Nakyum’s eyes are wet and his hands are creeping to his own groin to press down to relieve some pressure because he hates, really hates how pleasing Seungho makes him feel.
“Suck me now, baby, wrap your lips around it, tighten up. Good boy…” and Nakyum does as he’s told, careful of his teeth as his nimble fingers slide up Seungho’s muscled thighs. He shifts on his knees and drags his tongue along the length, completely out of his depth but doing his best, doing what he thinks he’ll like. He almost wishes he paid attention when Jihwa attempted to demonstrate on a dildo but he’s always been a learn as you go kind of guy.
He flicks his tongue against the tip, tasting the gathered precum there and he finds he doesn’t mind it. Boldly, he suckles the tip completely, almost sweetly. Fingers sink into the strands of his hair, gently this time, soothing and Seungho groans above him.
“Yeah, that’s it, lovely,” he breathes, voice raspy now. Nakyum bobs his head back and forth, wraps both hands around the base and strokes as he takes the man deeper, struggling not to choke and moving to the side to run his lips against the veins and he’s running entirely on instinct now because Seungho’s handsome face is twisted in pleasure and he has the perverse need to do it properly, to shut him the fuck up.
He lifts his eyes up and it’s lewd, the way he’s almost savoring the taste, taking him in carefully, fucking his own mouth on the man’s cock.
Seungho’s caressing the younger’s head, nails scraping the scalp as he’s reveling in how quickly Nakyum takes to sucking dick, at the way those eyelids flutter shut because he actually seems to be enjoying his task now. His eyes are locked onto the pink lips stretched wide across the tip and how eager he’s acting for it. It may be all for show but he doesn’t care. He runs his hands down to the nape of Nakyum’s neck and he feels him falter momentarily and he’s quick to soothe him.
If he wasn’t a slut before tonight, he’s one now and Seungho bites his lip as he entertains the idea of keeping this gorgeous boy and grooming him into his personal whore. Keep in him in bedroom all day, trussed up in scanty underwear, lace panties maybe? Blood rushes anew to his cock at the thought. A plug in Nakyum’s asshole, prepped and all ready to go, his own beautiful little cock sleeve. Fuck.
“Keep going, pretty. Doing so well. You’re loving this, yeah? Love a cock in your mouth,” Seungho’s eyes are fond and Nakyum moans, low and needy, already so blissed out simply from sucking him off and he caresses the soft hair at the base of his neck. “You never thought you’d want it this much.”
The little tease swirls his tongue around the tip, forms a suction with his mouth as he takes him deeper, nudging the back of his throat and the temptation is too much and he shoves the boy’s face right in his groin, cock nestled in warm and tight and keeps him there.
Nakyum immediately whimpers, desperately trying to relax his throat but he’s choking and he’s suddenly pulled off, a thread of spit hanging between them. “Daddy’s going to fuck your mouth now,” -the older man rasps, eyes glazed over -“be a good boy,” and he can’t catch his breath as Seungho thrusts his cock back in and holds his head still as he roughly fucks in and out, using him as if his mouth’s a little hole just for his pleasure and he’s gurgling, spit accumulating, dripping down from the slick member and he faintly hears Seungho’s deep grunts.
Shit, shit, this damn mouth, fuck, he doesn’t think he can hold back-
“Change of plans, baby,” -he’s breathless- “you’re gonna swallow” and Nakyum’s eyes widen as he presses his palms against Seungho’s legs but the taller man’s hold is firm. Hips snap and stutter against his face and he can’t breathe as he feels cum hit the back of his throat and he’s forced to swallow, trying to inhale air as he does, jaw aching and his eyes squeeze shut against the bitter taste.
God, the taller man thinks, breathing heavy through a haze of pleasure, he could fucking get used to this and Nakyum is impossibly hard because somehow he’s unlocked a deeper part of him that’s getting off on this and he fumbles to pull his sweatpants down and give his own erection some relief.
But all Nakyum hears is “I don’t fucking think so,” before he’s roughly shoved away and sent toppling backwards. He coughs repeatedly and wipes the spittle from his mouth with the back of his hand, faint taste of cum still on his tongue, and glares up as Seungho, cock shiny and spit slick.
He’s a bit dazed when the man flops back onto to the large couch near the high windows, spreads his legs and starts to unbutton the top of his shirt. Nakyum can see the beginnings of his chest tattoo but he stops there and he’s oddly disappointed. Seungho rests an arm on the back of the couch, coming down from his orgasm high, the very image of unbothered as if he hadn’t just manhandled the smaller man, as if his now softening dick still isn’t exposed. Zero shame.
Slight shift of his head, he indicates his lap. “Come up here.” And Nakyum’s head rears back as if he couldn’t be serious and Seungho’s amused. Putting the brat in his place was going to be immensely satisfying. He nudges the boy’s knee, expression neutral. “Up now, puppy” -Nakyum just wants to fucking punch him- “Let daddy have a good look at you.”
The boy refuses to move, obstinate and he’s glaring at him as Seungho makes himself more comfortable. “We can do this one of two ways. I drag you up here by the scruff of your neck like the mutt you are,” eyes glitter, hands flex as if ready- “or you can be a good boy and do it yourself. Get a reward after.”
“You can take your reward and-“ Seungho silences him with a sharp thrust of his foot against his crotch and Nakyum gasps, almost doubles over. “I’d watch my mouth if I were you, boy. You’re in no position to give me lip and I won't say it again. Get your ass up here.”
The boy whips his head up and he’s so humiliated, to be reduced to this but -survival instincts- so he moves forward, awkward and stiff, not sexy at all because he can care less if the other is aroused by him. He settles himself on Seungho’s firm thighs, straddling him, scoots back as far as he can and fixes his gaze on the art on the wall.
Fuck this guy and his shitty, handsome face.
Seungho runs a large palm lazily up and down Nakyum’s thighs, eyes roving over the other’s face, who is stubbornly refusing to look at him and it’s almost endearing. Those pouty, fat lips, adorable frown, messy hair and ruddy cheeks. Change of tactics then.
Seungho leans forward and slides both hands up to cage the younger boy’s waist, drag him closer and not surprising, he’s met with resistance. Cute, he thinks. Real cute. He slowly, almost soothingly massages Nakyum’s back, up and down and he can hear the faint shift in the other’s breath and he bites his lower lip as he nuzzles that soft jaw. Breathes in his scent of the flushed, sweaty skin and licks an earlobe and the boy whines softly.
“What’s wrong baby, hmm?” he husks, low and deep. “Need something? Want a kiss?”
“G-go to hell, I don’t w-want anything from you,” but his protests are weak and he’s unconsciously grinding down as Seungho continues to nose his neck and run his hands over him like he owns him. Lean fingers trace against the ridges of his ear and he leans into it and curses himself after. His skin is tingling as he breathes in the musky cologne and his hands find place on Seungho’s firm shoulders.
“I think you do,” -he continues on, heedless of the boy’s objections- “let daddy give it to you, let me taste you,” and sharp amber eyes flicker down to his mouth. He feels heated puffs of air against his lips and he really, honestly, just wants to do it.
He doesn’t want to be this easy but Seungho is just so warm and he’s so damn good looking and he’s being gentle and-
The man’s tongue licks against his bottom lip and his eyes must have given his desires away because Seungho captures his mouth completely. He stills briefly, it’s his first kiss and he’s not sentimental in the slightest but he didn’t think they would do this.
Nakyum leans closer, tightens his legs around Seungho’s waist who presses against his mouth harder. He tastes the expensive brandy, feels the swipe of tongue again that’s seeking permission whereas Seungho had just taken what he wanted before and there’s a subtle warmth in his belly.
He parts his lips and the other man plunges in, tongue wraps around his own, lazy and savory, licking the inside of his mouth as their lips move together.
Seungho nibbles on his bottom lip, lightly bites down and soothes it with a slow graze of his tongue and Nakyum feels his cock twitch as the kiss turns filthy. He moans, low and content as a large hand reaches up to capture his chin and tug down to open his mouth and Seungho sucks on his sloppy lips and his own spit and if he wasn’t so fucking aroused at this point he might have been put off but he feels dirty, and if the man wants to spit in his mouth, he’ll take that, too.
He faintly registers his sweatpants and underwear being pushed down over the curve of his ass and light fingers caressing the skin. He stiffens and Seungho squeezes an ass cheek, “Relax,” but he can’t. He anticipated this was next but he feels the anxiety rising anyway and it’s kicked into high gear and he’s pushing lightly against the man’s chest.
It’s all too much all at once and somehow Seungho seems to realize this. Sees now that he’s going to have to take his time with this one and mold him.
Hands grip his upper arms, firm and Nakyum is gently jolted and forced to look Seungho in the face and the boy foolishly wants to pretend he’s in the arms of an attentive lover instead of the head of the Yoon faction. A man known for his cruelty, fleeting whimsies and violent temper. He’s trembling, this is unknown territory and he’s terrified that if Seungho doesn’t find pleasure in him tonight, that he’ll kill him anyway.
“You’re really something else,” he says, ever composed, as he eyes Nakyum’s cowering figure with displeasure. “Think you can steal for months and not expect me to collect payment?”
Nakyum shakes his head, desperate. “Please, no… I’ll do it…I’ll do whatever you want-“ and somehow he feels it’s useless to promise but he’s trying anyway. He’s scared now and he thinks Seungho can smell his fear because the man’s smiling, wolfish and mean.
“Yeah?” he croons, mocking and Nakyum shivers as the man nuzzles his neck once more and inhales. “Of course you will, lovely. You don’t have a choice, you know. No choice but to bend for me.”
The boy trembles as a hands slide downward and cup his ass roughly.
“Take off your shirt.”
With a shaky breath, Nakyum wills his fingers to be still as he reaches to lift his t-shirt over his head and Seungho’s eyes roam appreciatively over his lean chest, stamping down the urge to bite and mark up the flawless skin. To leave bruises that’ll last for days so he knows just who owns him now. Nakyum flinches when Seungho glides his hands across the expanse of his back and the man feels the last shreds of his goodwill and patience slipping.
Jerking Nakyum forward, he hisses against his mouth, “I’m going to fuck you, boy, so you’d best get on board. Say you understand.”
“I-I understand…” Nakyum albeit whimpers as teeth nip his bottom lip and Seungho draws him closer to his chest, licks his collarbone.
“Ah...but is that how you answer me?” he asks, disapproval heavy and olive eyes snap shut and Nakyum swallows the last of his pride.
“I understand…daddy,” he breathes out as he feels Seungho groan low and deep against his chest and close his lips over his nipple. Warm tongue circles the sensitive bud and Nakyum gasps as his hands tighten on Seungho’s shoulders.
Heat blossoms in his chest at the attention, a small cry when teeth tug one and fingers caress the other and pull simultaneously.
Nakyum rolls his hips as the sensations cascade over him and his mind is hazy when he feels fingertips trace the length of aching cock, teasing and slow. His hips stutter upward, unaccustomed to being touched there by a hand not his own and a low whine escapes his throat.
“You like that?” Seungho rests his forehead against Nakyum’s chest as he admires the boy, his pretty dick, swollen and full. He spits copiously onto his hand, squeezes then pumps him slowly and the boy arches his back as Seungho slips an arm around his waist.
Breathless, Nakyum fucks up into the slick hand and wraps his arms around Seungho’s neck, moaning when lips and tongue suck on the skin beneath his ear. He needs more, more pressure, more friction, wants Seungho to grip him harder, the need to cum so overwhelming.
He’s not above begging, so he does.
“Please…please daddy.” All semblance of shame gone with how overstimulated he is and he doesn’t know how it ended up this way. Doesn’t remember at what point the fight left him and when he allowed himself to become Seungho’s plaything but it’s all he knows. The feel of the calloused hand on his cock, lips on his skin, he can’t even recognize himself.
“Talk to me, baby, tell me what you want,” Seungho purrs, licks and bites his earlobe. “I’ll give it to you, show you just what it’s like to belong to me. Speak up or I’ll stop right now. Use that pretty mouth.”
Nakyum shakes his head, body wrung so tight and he clutches Seungho’s shirt. “Please, have to-daddy, please let me cum. I need-“
Seungho licks his lips as he drinks in the flushed skin, the slim hips jerking up wildly in his lap and he’s so pleased. He leaks more spit back onto Nakyum’s cock. “That’s it, such a good boy. So fucking polite,” he grits out, breath mixes with the boy’s pants. “So sweet for me. Cum, baby, cum for daddy,” and he strokes him fast and tight and Nakyum’s mouth hangs open as he finally lets go with a breathy moan. Squirts all over his pretty chest, dribbles over Seungho’s fingers and grinds his hips as he rides out his orgasm.
God, he can’t wait to slide up inside. Cum in him, on him, soak him with it. Fuck him all night.
Seungho takes his messy fingers and rubs them over Nakyum’s lips, shoves them inside the boy’s mouth makes him taste himself. He leans up and captures the slick mouth in a rough kiss, mixing the filthy taste, cum and saliva, the boy too blissed out to care.
Nakyum kisses him back, sloppy, chest heaving as Seungho pulls away, allowing him to catch breath. Once the hazy fog lifts, he burns with embarrassment in the aftermath and he hides his face in Seungho’s chest. Fingers run soothingly up and down his spine.
“I hope you’re not tapping out so soon,” Seungho rumbles, as he runs his lips along the boy’s bare shoulder. “We have the entirety of the night and I have yet to be fully reimbursed.”
Seungho stands then, lifts him with ease and he scrambles to tighten his legs around the man’s waist.
“You were so good, Nakyum,” and the boy trembles as he croons in his ear. “So now we’ll move this to somewhere more comfortable. Would you like that?” And Nakyum gives a small nod, still not used to the change in the man’s attitude. Still wary of him but finds he wants to please him, albeit so he can make it back home in the morning.
Seungho ascends the stairs to his bedroom on the second floor, one hand wrapped around Nakyum’s waist and the other still running soothing tracks down his bare back. He hadn’t planned to fuck the boy at all, was supposed to have been a one and done. Only said he would to scare him a bit but the brat’s got him a little hooked now. Addicted to his soft skin, pretty cries, how sensitive he is, how deliciously he reacts to his touch. And him being untouched, pristine and ripe for the taking is all the more desirable now. Because Seungho only collects, only deserves, the best of anything.
The highest quality suits, exclusive cars, grand homes and now prime, unsullied, virgin ass.
Seungho places Nakyum gently on the silk sheets of his king bed and the kid looks down at his chest nervously. He knows what’s coming but it doesn’t make it any less daunting and the taller man is staring at him, almost hungry and he looks away. Seungho moves to loom over him and brush a kiss near his temple.
“Just relax, pretty,” -he murmurs- “trust me to take care of you.”
Nakyum gulps and closes his eyes as Seungho pushes him against the pillows. Trust the head of a crime syndicate? He wants to scoff, wants to cry, he’s scared but a small part of him is anticipating this. He knows he shouldn’t be this compliant but Seungho’s lips are on him again, soft but insistent, and he finds his arms sliding up around the other’s neck as he matches him kiss for kiss. It’s gentle, languid as if they truly do have all night. As if Nakyum wasn’t paying for his offence with his body.
But he’s honest with himself. He’s enjoying the hands running up and down his sides, enjoying the deep taste of brandy lingering on the man’s tongue. He moans low when Seungho presses his hips down, their erections brushing the other and when lips kiss down his neck. They grind against each other, slow and Nakyum gasps when Seungho tongues his nipples one after the other and bites and tugs until they’re sore peaks. Hands run down his thigh, gently lifts it and he looks down as the man trails kisses and leaves small hickeys on his inner thigh.
He clutches the sheets, meets Seungho’s warm amber eyes as the man licks a slow, long stripe up his cock, smug and ugh, how is he so handsome? Nakyum drops his head against the pillows as the man continues to lick and tease, not quite taking him in his mouth. He squirms but Seungho nips his stomach playfully and he jerks his leg in surprise.
Seungho moves up his body again, places soft kisses against his jaw and Nakyum shyly fingers the man’s collar. Feeling increasingly bold.
His eyes flutter and he softly pants against Seungho’s hair. “I want to see you,” he says, tugging at the buttons and Seungho lifts his head to gaze at him then.
And Nakyum thinks he’s asked for the wrong thing but the man nods, indicates for him to do it himself. Nakyum slowly unbuttons the shirt, one by one, his face burning as Seungho is still staring at him. He pushes the shirt off his shoulders and his breath hitches.
It’s some of the most beautiful artwork on skin he’s ever seen. His fingertips trace the vibrant ink, along the head of the dragon and tiger on sculpted pecs, along the coils of the tail, wings, petals and clouds that wrap around the corded muscle of his biceps. The art seemed endless, and his eyes move down the firm muscle of his abdomen, the defined V of his hips and he drags his back up to Seungho’s face. The man is cut from marble, muscles ripple underneath alabaster skin and he suddenly feels soft and inadequate.
“They’re…they’re beautiful,” Nakyum licks his lips, unable to stop touching Seungho who is gazing at him quietly, enjoying the perusal of his body. “Hmm, thank you,” he hums in response and catches Nayum’s hand, bringing it to his mouth to kiss the slender fingers. He reaches into the nightstand by the bed and takes out a small, capped bottle.
Seungho doesn’t know what he’s doing, truthfully. He’s never been so indulgent with those he’s bedded. Almost feels as if he should just let the boy go home, shouldn’t take this away from him but he’s selfish.
He’s many things but a good man he is not.
Seungho shifts his body to come around Nakyum, presses up against his back and brings his left arm to cradle his head. He pushes Nakyum down so his spine is slightly arched and his face is against the pillow. He leans down, kisses beneath Nakyum’s ear and the kid tenses.
“Hold yourself open for me,” he breathes and Nakyum, face red, reaches down hesitantly to grab his ass cheeks and spread them.
“Good boy,” he murmurs as he flips the cap open and lightly squeezes a few drops out between the cheeks. “You take direction so well,” he croons as he trails his finger between the liquid and swirls it around the perineum of Nakyum’s hole. “Relax for me, just breathe,” and he pushes his middle finger slowly in, eyes flicker up as the kid grips the pillow tightly.
Seungho pushes his finger steadily in and out and peppers kisses along Nakyum’s shoulder and back of his neck. The kid’s whimpering and it’s doing something to him, making him want to take his time. “Easy,” -he says against flushed skin- “one isn’t enough for you, sweet. Need to put in another, you can handle that for me, yeah?”
Nakyum is struggling to steady his breath against the intrusion in his ass, the feeling so foreign but he nods anyway, light pants escaping his mouth.
“Perfect,” and he almost preens from the praise. “Doing so well. You’ll take me soon, pretty. So eager your little hole is for me.”
Seungho shifts closer and adds in his index finger, stretching Nakyum further. He twists his wrists as he pushes in more lube, quietly delights in the way the slim hips unconsciously move back against his fingers and the delicious moans out of that plump mouth.
“That’s it,” -his eyes train on Nakyum’s undulating body- “ride back on it.”
Nakyum can’t see, he’s breathless because shit- he didn’t think it would be like this. His full, aching dick is rubbing against the silk sheets and he wants to touch himself but the friction feels so good, the fingers inside him so thick and full.
“Ahh, please,” he pants out, pushing his ass back and his skin is so hot when he feels another finger enter with the other two and he cries out against the pillow. “Ahh, I can’t-“ the stretch is almost burning now and he’s so tense.
“Shhhh,” -Seungho licks his shoulder- “relax. It’ll feel good soon,” and he’s twisting his fingers a bit roughly now because he’s growing impatient. He pushes his fingers in again and Nakyum croaks out, plump ass tightening up and Seungho leers as he finally finds it.
“Oh my god…” -Nakyum weeps against the pillow- “please…please…”
“Please who?” Seungho growls low, his fingers almost jabbing in now.
“God, please daddy…do that again,” and he bites his lip in frustration when Seungho pulls his fingers out and grabs his ass cheek.
“I’ll do it again, baby,” Seungho coos, squirting lube on his dick. “Split you open so all you know is my cock,” and he roughly strokes himself, hissing at the sensation. “Lift up your leg,” and he presses the tip of his cock against Nakyum’s rim as the kid obeys. He nudges past the tight opening, drinks in the low groan out of the boy and thrusts his hips up shallowly.
Fuck…the kid’s a damn furnace. Seungho grits his teeth as his cock slips into the viselike grip. He pushes his face into the curve of Nakyum’s damp neck. He slides in, inch by inch. His heaving chest matching with Nakyum’s who’s so close to ripping his pillows apart.
“Are you…are you,” -Nakyum whimpers, olive eyes glazed- “are you in?”
And Seungho presses his left palm against the sweaty bangs, pulling Nakyum’s head closer as he continues to push in until he finally, finally bottoms out.
“Yeah,” he rasps and stills his hips. Christ, almost feels like his dick’s gonna snap off. He holds up Nakyum’s leg as he mouths kisses against his cheek, licks his ear and nibbles on the lobe.
“Fuck,” -he thrusts up, grinds in deep and dirty- “so fucking tight for me,” revels in the way Nakyum conforms to his cock. He’s at the end of his rope because it just feels too good, feels too damn right in this kid.
Nakyum’s mouth is open wide, hot pants escape when Seungho pulls back and slams in him again, shoving harder against the plush backside. The lean muscles of his stomach move and shift as Seungho starts a brutal rhythm, slick skin slapping against each other, sheets sliding down as the man fucks into his slender body.
Nakyum’s voice is dead in his throat and he’s shaking. His body boneless, pliant and he’s laying like there like a damn toy that exists for Seungho’s pleasure and he’s so fucking into it. As long as the man keeps using him like this.
He reaches back to cup Seungho’s head and bring him down for a sloppy kiss, their lips butting against each other as the man angles his hips to hit that spot that makes him see fucking stars.
“Oh-oh god...” and Nakyum’s moaning like a whore now, lips wet. Seungho laughs and it’s low and dark. “Yeah, princess-” he goads, -“you sure this is your first time? Taking my cock like you were bred for it.”
It’s rough now, no longer sensual and Seungho sucks a dark bruise in the junction of his neck. Tears bead in the corner of Nakyum’s eyes and he’s shaking his head back and forth.
“Fuck yourself on me,” Seungho grits out. “Show me you can earn it.”
“Yes, daddy,” Nakyum cries, too fucked out to care about pride, “I can-I can do it.”
And he’s meeting Seungho thrust for thrust as the older man whispers filth in his ear.
“So pretty,” thrust, “gorgeous. Fuck” -thrust- “so small but you take me so well”- thrust- “good boy, such a good fucking boy.”
Reaching down to stroke his dick, Nakyum pushes back against Seungho and the man rams into him, impossibly deep. He’s so close, so damn close.
“You wanna cum?” Seungho grunts, licks his cheek and leers down as the kid’s hand is furiously stroking his cock. “God, yes, please…please…” Nakyum sobs out.
“Beg for it,” he shifts, hitting Nakyum’s prostate with precision each time.
“Please, please,” -Nakyum’s rambling nonsense now, his body strung out with pleasure- “let me cum, I’ve been…I’ve been so good.”
Blood rushes to Seungho’s dick and he picks up the pace. “Yeah you have,” -he purrs, forehead glistening- “go on, cum on this cock. Mess up that pretty stomach again, let me see it.”
And Nakyum’s like a strung bow that’s been snapped as he tightens his fingers around his dick and he finally cums with a small cry, all over his stomach and onto the sheets. All tension leaving his body and he falls back against Seungho’s chest as the man relentlessly pounds into his tight hole.
“Cum in me, daddy,” Nakyum breathes out, high off his orgasm and Seungho’s hips stutter because fuck, he did not expect that. “Yeah?” he leans down and whispers against Nakyum’s swollen lips. “Want daddy’s cum? Stuff your pretty hole with it. Make you mine?”
And suddenly this feels even more intimate as something warm blooms unbidden in Seungho’s chest.
Nakyum nods against his mouth, eyes dazed, sooty lashes wet. “Give it to me,” he says back, breathless and soft. “I want it. Fill me up.. I need it…own me….”
And fuck, every muscle in Seungho’s body locks up and he cums fast and thick, in hot spurts that paint Nakyum’s insides. The kid groans and closes his eyes, almost blissful as he feels it within him.
Seungho’s hand clenches on the leg that he’s still holding up and bites down on Nakyum’s shoulder as he feels the last of his cum spurt out into the boy. God, he feels like the kid’s taken it all out of him. Everything.
He looks down as Nakyum is breathing heavily, his olive eyes half lidded and his expression is so calm and he’s almost relaxed. Too relaxed in the presence of the man he just met who took his virginity for himself. Seungho winces a little as he pulls out carefully, his cum dripping a bit out of Nakyum’s hole and he feels a swell of possessiveness.
He tugs on Nakyum’s bangs to draw his attention. “Are you alright?” And he doesn’t know why he feels a bit apprehensive of the situation now but he’s oddly calmed when all Nakyum does is nod and shifts around to nuzzle his face up against his neck.
“I’m okay,” Nakyum murmurs, low and sleepy. “Really tired, though.”
Seungho’s lips quirk up in a smile and he kisses the top of the head buried in his chest, ignoring the voices in his head that remind him he doesn’t do tender or damn cuddling. But the kid is so quiet now, breathing slowly and Seungho feels at ease even on top of the damp, filthy sheets.
Nakyum’s body feels like a dead weight and all he wants to do is knock the hell out but he manages to put his hands on Seungho’s chest and push himself away.
He doesn’t look up at the man as he asks, “Have I…did I repay what we owe?” His voice is small and Seungho frowns a little at how uncertain he sounds. “I can go now…if-if we’re done here.”
And Seungho knows he should get up, should tell him to go clean himself. Knows he should change the sheets and send the kid home because he’s gotten what he wanted. Seungho briefly wonders if he’s allowed to monopolize him now because when he thinks of this being the first and last time he sees him, something hitches in his chest. The wheels in his head start turning and he’s realizing he can perhaps use the boy, find a reason to keep him close.
For all his mouthy backtalk before, the kid is surprisingly amenable under the correct hand. And Seungho has always valued obedience.
He’d play the payback card for as long as he can if it means Nakyum will come to him again. Maybe strike a deal that he’ll handle the funding of the organizations that require it if Nakyum works for him, sleeps with him. He recalls his previous fantasies of Nakyum in delicate lingerie, a collar even, crying pretty while he chokes- and Seungho clears his throat and confirms to himself that, yes, he’s not above playing that game if it means having all of that for himself.
Nakyum chances up a look at the silent man who looks to be really mulling things over and he sighs, quietly and summons the energy to drag himself out of the bed.
But he’s pulled back against a muscled chest. “Stay,” says Seungho gruffly and tangles his long legs with Nakyum’s. “We’ll speak in the morning,” he continues, “I have a proposition for you.” And he doesn’t know if the boy is just too worn out to reply but Nakyum nods and his body relaxes.
Seungho feels his breathing even out with Nakyum’s, the warmth of the slender body against his, comforting in a way he isn’t used to because he never lets anyone spend the night, never lets anyone into his bed to begin with.
Everything’s a little fuzzy now and he kind of feels sleepy, himself, unusual since he rarely does and he tucks the kid snugly at his side.
Strange thing, he’s never felt the need to make excuses to get to someone but Nakyum isn’t the type he usually gets to come across. He’s almost glad the kid was stealing from him…almost. He’s getting soft, he scoffs sleepily. Eh…it’s fine for now. He’ll figure out the rest in the morning.