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Deep in the mountains and far from town, a sprawling mansion sits nestled in the trees, organic like a fantastical tree house with seemingly countless rooms, numerous platforms and connecting bridges. The soft warm glow of thousands of fairy-lights string across the walkways and twist around every wooden post, outlining each doorway and window. It is only known by word of mouth, spoken of in hushed voices and only in the company of those that can be trusted to keep its secrets. It is a place that perhaps could be called sinful but to those that ventured through its corridors it was paradise, as it was aptly named.
A young man stood at the end of the stone walkway that lead to the looming front doors, nerves keeping him looking over his shoulder and tucked beneath his hat, afraid of being recognized. He had the taxi drop him off quite a ways away and had spent the better part of the last hour looking for this place.
He never thought he would come to a place like this.
The paparazzi would love this, he cringed at the thought. He could read the headlines now, front pages splashed with the scarlet letter and harking the debauchery of their shining star, Park Jimin, one of three in THE biggest idol trio in the country, JThree. He had to be discreet lest he bring them all down with him.
He needed this.
He wanted this.
He deserved this.
After traveling for so many months with his group, hopping from country to country with barely any time for himself, he needed the release of another warm body against his own. He needed a slick hole to bury himself into. He couldn't risk getting caught with a man and he wasn't interested in fucking any of the women that threw themselves at him daily. There was only so much he could take between no privacy to take care of things himself, a cramped tour bus where everyone could hear everything and the constant affection of the man he secretly pined for. His group mate and best friend, Jeongguk. Jeongguk with his doe eyes and bunny smile and perfect muscles. Jeongguk with his hugs and neck rubs and late night cuddling. Jeongguk who very much had a girlfriend and broke Jimin's heart unknowingly every time he spoke of her. In their industry even a girlfriend was forbidden for his image, so he kept it quiet, only divulging their relationship to Jimin in secrecy even though he died a little inside every time he listened and even encouraged him.
He was going to fuck a random guy, get off and get out. It was crass but it was true.
He knocked on the doorway and waited only a few moments before a man opened the door and stood to the side. He was gorgeous and wearing draping robes that hung off one shoulder, dark brown hair tousled and lips red as if they've been bitten.
"Welcome, please follow me and fill out this form." He handed him a paper and pen from a leather bound book clutched in his long fingers, waving an arm in the direction of the long hallway they were to walk down. Only initials were requested to maintain anonymity as well as a checklist of preferences for guidance on his stay. Jimin bowed slightly and followed, letting his eyes adjust as he filled out the minimal questioning. It had lanterns illuminating down the path but was otherwise quite dim, ornate tiles with intricate carvings clicked beneath his boots. A cherry red wooden bar was at the end of the hall where the man slipped behind to gather some papers and took Jimin's to read, looking over it before he looked up at Jimin with a smile.
"I'm K.S.J, and welcome to Paradise. I ask that you sign here and here that you agree to abide by the rules and signage to protect both yourself and other participants. I see here that you requested a VIP private room, please feel free to wear a mask if you'd like as you make your way there, though you are welcome to any offerings in the play rooms as well." K.S.J pointed to a basket of masks, the top being fashioned after a bear, the one jutting below looked like a cat." Jimin breezed through the agreements, signing his initials before his nerves got the better of him.
"Excellent, any questions?," when Jimin shook his head no, K.S.J gave him instructions on where to go for the private rooms and to go into the adjacent room to change, his items could be placed in a locker, and that there was a shower if he would like to use it. Robes were available if he'd like to leave his clothing behind but that both his personal clothing and nudity was also accepted. There was no judgment here. Jimin grabbed the cat mask from the basket and tucked it under his arm as he left the hall with another bow.
The locker room smelled sweet like floral body wash, the dim lights continuing to add to the intimate atmosphere. Jimin had already showered before arriving but opted to leave his personal items in the locker and put on the emerald green robes folded on a shelf, tied tight against his narrow waist. It complimented his blond hair and once he put on the cat mask it gave him a entirely otherworldly look, like he was a part of this place. His eyes looked more sly behind the cat eyed cut outs, his full lips more prominent and pouty where the mask sat above them. He could be anyone he wanted to be here. He could shed the mantel of idol and his own name and embody the lust he had pent up in him. With a deep breath Jimin opened the door that had "Paradise" ornately carved into it.
He let his back hit the closed door behind him, eyes wide at the display in front of him. There were people, some masked and others not, splayed out on mattresses and plush sofas, blankets and pillows thrown about, bodies entwined in various positions. There was a rule of no talking but it didn't limit the moans and sighs coming from the participants as they moved together without a care of others around them. Jimin shook his head at the hand that reached out to him in offering as he began to walk across the room, a man wearing a fox mask and a wicked grin. While the offer was tempting and the man's body in full view was like a carved statue, he needed something less open and more private like he signed up for. The man shrugged at the refusal and turned back to the man he was ravaging in a pile of fur blankets. No hard feeling here, there was plenty to go around.
Jimin tried not to stare when he opened another door, but it was so hard when everything was a feast for his senses. Circular shapes in the wall at different heights were cut out, the lower halves of naked bodies splayed out for anyone's choosing, a curtain draped around the opening to prevent anyone from looking at the person on display. He could quite literally walk up to any waiting hole, wet and waiting in anticipation. Others were already doing just that.
How did a place like this exist, he thought.
A sign that said private VIP caught his attention and he ventured out through the door at the back, finally released from the smell of sex and the hypnotizing sounds that lured him. He was standing outside at a connecting bridge, gentle music played from an unknown source. He took deep breaths of the fresh air, squeezing his thighs together. He couldn't help but imagine Jeongguk in a place like this, if it was Jeongguk laying beneath him on a soft mattress, if it was Jeongguk spread open and waiting for him, knees bent and waiting to be fucked. Thoughts of Jeongguk were not helping him will down his erection tenting against the opening of his robe. He held the edges closed, crossing the bridge and choosing which VIP room he wanted to go into. On the outside they were all identical, circular rooms but had a number carved into the door. Number thirteen caught his attention a couple bridges down and felt if he was going to choose one it would be the number he connected with most, the number he had tattooed on his wrist.
There was someone waiting inside. The room had soft carpeting and a circular mattress that was partitioned with a thick curtain to protect the identity and upper half of the man laying on his stomach. When Jimin entered the man positioned himself up onto his knees, thick muscular thighs, strong calves and delicately arched feet. The main attraction being the plump ass perked up in invitation, hole perfectly exposed and glistening with lube in the soft glow of numerous candles. He picked the perfect room, groaning in appreciation. He wanted to push the curtain back, to see more of this delicious man. Jimin was so horny he thought he might cum just from looking. He wondered how many other men have fucked this hole, how many other people have come in this room tonight looking for a tight body to find euphoria. He oddly wasn't deterred by the thought, seeing it more as a personal challenge to make this the best he's had all night. Jimin glanced at the sign on the wall reiterating the rules "no talking, no moving the curtain, stop when red light flashes." Etc. He grabbed a couple condoms from the bowl on the shelf and tossed them on the sheets.
Jimin heard an intake of breath when he climbed onto the mattress, pulling the ties of his robe open and letting it fall in a pool of fabric behind him. Here he wasn't Park Jimin, here this man was just wanting to get fucked like he was. He had no name. It wasn't complicated. Jimin was slow and gentle moving his hands over the globe of the man's ass, his hole tightening in want. Jimin slipped a finger into his hole, pumping at a slow pace before adding another finger and then another, urged on by the squelch of lube and the intakes of breath and moans from the man. He wished he could see his face, he sounds so pretty. Jimin stroked his own cock, hard and red at the tip, leaking precum. He must have been taking too long because the hidden man wiggled his hips and groaned, pushing back further seeking Jimin's cock.
Jimin grinned, ripping open a condom with his teeth and rolling it on, grabbing a cheek and pushing it to the side. He lined up and sunk into the hole in a slow but constant thrust, done with waiting. He didn't stop once, loving the pants and gasps of the man beneath him. He was perfect, hot, warm and clutching him tightly.
Jimin set a slow pace, rocking his hips back and forth with long strokes, teasing the hole that wanted more, faster, by the indication of them pushing back against him after a short while. When Jimin stopped completely, only the tip of his cock teasing at their entrance, the other man cried out and whined, legs shaking and spreading wider, back arching impossibly more to offer himself, to encourage Jimin to give them what they wanted.
Jimin waited and waited, enjoying their little noises of displeasure perhaps a bit too much before finally, deliciously relenting and setting a pace to make the other regret asking for more. Skin slapped against skin, the slick sound of lube and their panting heavy in the room, the unseen headboard smacking against the wall. If Jimin closed his eyes he could picture Jeongguk in this moment. This is exactly how'd he'd want to fuck him after a long day practicing at the studio, when his legs were already shaking and tired from hours of dancing. He'd take him back to their dorm, push him on his stomach and fuck him til he begged for him to stop. He could smell him, feel him, this man's noises became Jeongguk's, his whimpers shooting straight to his gut and urging him to cum. Yeah, he could hear him now.
"OH fuck!" The other man screamed, hand reaching back and under the curtain to grab at Jimin's wrist where his hand clutched his waist. The man writhed, legs trembling as he came across the mattress untouched, fingers digging into Jimin's flesh.
Jimin stopped moving. Jimin couldn't breathe. Jimin's eyes were locked onto the hand on his and froze.
Because he knew those tattoos. He knew the scar on that thumb. He was there for all of it. He was there when Jeongguk got each and everyone of those tattoos in secret when idols shouldn't have tattoos and they had to go behind their managers back. Jimin was there when he accidentally broke a wine glass one drunken night at the dorm when Jeongguk told him something about his girlfriend and Jimin didn't want to hear about him with her but kept it in because Jeongguk was his best friend and would listen to anything and everything. He hand smashed the glass on the counter setting it down too hard and Jeongguk had tended to his wounds and cleaned up the mess, cutting his own thumb in the process.
"Jeongguk?" He gasped, slipping out of his hole and sitting back on his knees waiting for the denial. The excuse that it was a mishap. He'd apologize for breaking the rules and leave. No way...
But the man stopped moving, the man was breathing heavily. The man lifted the curtain to peek beneath in shock, the doe eyes behind the hare mask were wide and unmistakable, his face flushed. His black hair was damp with sweat and in a mess as if he had been grabbing it in pleasure.
"Jimin?"
Jeongguk saw his best friend, sitting there with his mouth wide open, naked and dripping in sweat from from fucking him within an inch of his life. He dropped the curtain and didn't move, burying his face in his arms and praying this is just a bad dream and this is not happening.
It took a few moments for Jimin to gather himself, to get his body to catch up with the whirlwind in his mind. He just fucked his best friend. He just fucked Jeongguk. Jeongguk was at a place like this. Jeongguk knew he was at a place like this.
He snapped out of his spiraling when he heard the first sniffles.
Jeongguk was crying.
There was a lot going on and too much to figure out but the last thing Jimin wanted was for Jeongguk to be crying.
Jimin removed the condom, flung off his mask and grabbed the curtain and pulled it completely to the side on the curtain rod, laying down next to Jeongguk and putting an arm around him, like they would lay in Jimin's twin sized bed back at the dorm when Jeongguk would often come to sleep next to him or in the bunk in their tour bus despite the lack of space.
"Jeonggukie....do you want to talk about this?"
Jeongguk shook his head no.
Jimin waited for some time, rubbing a hand up and down his back to sooth him. Jeongguk's sniffles lessened but he didn't move or say a word.
"I'll leave and we can talk later, OK?"
Jeongguk panicked and turned to face Jimin with tear stained cheeks and grabbed his arm.
"Please don't go. Don't leave me, Jimin."
Those words cut him like a knife.
Jimin gathered and maneuvered Jeongguk in his arms, tucking his face against his shoulder. They never snuggled like this naked but the movement of their bodies were so familiar it was natural to tuck against each other like this.
"Baby, what happened?"
Jeongguk seemed to sink further against him at the sweet name, sniffling a bit more before mumbling against Jimin's collar bone.
"I was....I needed...this." He waved his arm around to encompass the "this" before tucking himself tighter against Jimin.
Well that wasn't much to go on.
"Jiminie, I don't know what to say." He cried harder.
"OK...what about Yoonha?" Jimin decided to rip the band-aid off on the fact that Jeongguk was here getting fucked by a man when he very much had a girlfriend.
"We aren't together." He mumbled. Jimin froze.
"What?"
"We haven't been together since before this part of the tour."
How did Jimin not notice?
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"Um...because I am still struggling with the fact that our breakup didn't bother me. There were still some things about myself I was trying to figure out and I wasn't ready to talk about it yet. I'm sorry." He began to cry again.
"No, no baby don't cry. It's OK, you don't have to tell me anything until you are ready"
"But....part of it is that...I liked you so much I didn't know what to do." Jeongguk whispered.
Jimin's heart lurched, looking down at Jeongguk and turning his face up to look at him.
"You like me?" Jimin couldn't let his heart hope without hearing it clearly.
"Yes, I have for a long time and I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to ruin our friendship and we are always so close and I want to do things and it's been driving me crazy."
"So you came here to..."
"Take the edge off. Get a little bit of relief while we are here on tour since we are far from home. So it's not so hard to touch and feel you every day and want more. I'm sorry if this makes you uncomfortable.”
He was not going to let Jeongguk have a thought like that for one moment longer.
Jimin lifted Jeongguk's face by his chin, sealing their lips together in a sweet kiss and nuzzling his nose against his.
“Jeonggukie, I've always wanted you. You have never made me uncomfortable. I wish you had just come to me-” he paused at Jeongguk's whine of distress, “but I understand why you didn't and I am sorry you had to go through any feelings of doubt. Why do you think I'm here? The exact same reason.”
Jeongguk's eyes searched his, reading the emotion on his face and finding only love. He surged forward and kissed him deeply, opening his lips to offer his tongue which Jimin took into his own with a groan.
They kissed for what felt like forever, leaning back and facing each other and feeling so much relief that their feelings were out in the open. They didn't have to hide it from each other anymore.
“You want to get out of here?” Jimin asked fondly, tracing the edge of the hare mask over Jeongguk's perfect nose.
Jeongguk reached up and slipped it off, hands cupping Jimin's jaw and shaking his head.
“Nuh-uh...you haven't cum yet.” he said shyly.
Jimin felt he must have saved a small country in his previous life.
Jimin sat up, searching the bed for another condom but Jeongguk stopped him.
“Are you clean? Did you fuck anyone else?
“No baby, I came straight up here.....you?”
Suddenly the thought of his Jeongguk being with anyone else made his stomach drop. Perfect Jeongguk, laying out flushed and dewy next to him.
“You were the first to come up here...I chose the number thirteen because it made me think of you...and it's a bit out of the way. I didn't know if anyone would come in after all.”
Relief. He can't judge him if he had been with someone else, he was going to do the same, but it was still a damn relief that no other man had touched Jeongguk.
“Baby, was that your first time?”
Jeongguk nodded, hands grabbing at Jimin in need, small kisses left on his wrist and arm where he could reach from where he was laying.
“Did I...”
“With a person it was my first.” He answered quickly, knowing Jimin was probably wrecked with the thought of hurting him. “ I've practiced plenty with my fingers and a toy. It didn't hurt at all. At least not in a way that I didn't like.”
Jimin didn't waste any more time, crawling back over Jeongguk and fitting himself between his strong thighs.
“God, you are so perfect. I am going crazy.”
He reached down between their bodies, sinking two fingers into Jeongguk's hole to see if he was wet and open enough still, too warm and comfortable to go looking for the pump of lube he thought he had seen somewhere if he didn't have to. He felt like paradise. He lined himself up and thrusted back into him slowly, eating up the moans straight from Jeongguk's lips.
Face to face made everything so much more real. Nothing keeping them from each other. No masks or curtain or condom. No misunderstandings and hidden feelings. Just them, skin on skin.
He took his time, he was more deliberate with his movements searching for the spots that made Jeongguk gasp. Jeongguk's thighs trembled where they wrapped themselves around Jimin's waist, heels pressing firmly against his ass to urge him faster.
Jimin let his eyes wander Jeongguk's face; his dark pinched brows, his teeth clamping his bottom lip, the rosy flush across his cheeks. Jimin leaned in and kissed the mole below his lip, traveling his lips across his jaw and nestling his face into the juncture of Jeongguk's neck and shoulder. He closed his eyes and just felt every perfect drag of his cock in his tight walls, hips moving faster and faster until they were both gasping and grunting, so loud it could probably be heard outside their room with the way they were shaking the bed, no filter on their mouths.
“Fuck me Fuck me Fuck me” Jeongguk was screaming. Jimin found his prostate and was relentless, fucking the tip of his cock into that precious spot over and over. Jeongguk clenched tight and arched his back, legs kicking out and toes curling as he came a second time, sending Jimin over the edge with the firm squeeze around his cock. He came deep in him, circling his hips through it, grinding to push his cum deeper.
“Oh, God.” Jimin gasped, collapsing against Jeongguk's chest. He could hear the beating of his heart and waited to move until it somewhat slowed down from it's rapid pace.
How much time had passed?
After a long while Jimin managed to sit up, looking down at Jeongguk staring at him lovingly. They were covered in cum and sweat and probably needed to head back before it got too late but he was reluctant to leave this little slice of paradise they created in this room.
“I know we have to keep things quiet when we get back but I don't want you to hide from me anymore. We will figure it out.”
Jeongguk agreed and they made their way around the room, grabbing a few towels off to the side on a shelf with a pitcher of water to clean up as best as they could. They searched for their robes, Jimin's lost somewhere at the foot of the bed and Jeongguk's hanging on the wall, wrapping themselves up and putting their masks back into place.
“We need to look online to find you one of these to wear more often.” Jeongguk grinned.
Jimin shook his head with a smile, turning Jeongguk around and walking behind him, so close they shuffled side to side most of the way. They passed back the way Jimin had came, not much different from when he first came through except more participants. Jimin only had eyes for Jeongguk, wanting to pick him up and carry him out when others reached for them.
K.S.J was standing near the door to the changing room, a knowing smile on his lips when he saw them stuck together.
“Cat catch the hare?” he whispered to Jimin.
Jimin just smiled in response, maneuvering Jeongguk into the changing room. They opted to shower together there since they didn't think they'd get the chance to be so intimate on the tour bus, more moans and countless kisses later and only quickly rinsing off the soap when a knock sounded on the door from them taking so long.
K.S.J waved them goodbye from the entrance of Paradise, wishing them well and urging them to come back soon.
They walked side by side back down to the nearest town, a taxi waiting for them.
“Jeonggukie, how did you even hear about this place?”
“Hobi-hyung.”
Jimin's eyes widened. He didn't know if he wanted to strangle Hoseok or kiss him.
They stole a few more kisses in the back seat of the taxi when they were sure the driver wasn't looking. That place may have been called Paradise but Jimin knew that wherever he and Jeongguk were together, they would always find it in each other.