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Jungwoo liked the club. Clubs were dark and busy and men were easy when it came to buying him drinks, which was especially helpful when it was the end of the month he hadn’t had a good catering gig in awhile. When his bank account was low, the VIP section was always flush – if not with good looking or even interesting men, at least with men who were rich enough that he never felt guilty about letting them pick up the tab (if not him, at least not most of the time, not unless he was as horny as he was broke). There were scumbags aplenty, but there were also guys who were nice, sometimes even charming, sometimes even sweet enough and hot enough that Jungwoo actually meant it when he put a hand on their shoulder and said follow me .
Those nights were the best, the nights when there was just enough touching and grinding to take the edge off, to keep him from doing things he didn’t like to do with someone who wasn’t exclusively his. A little kiss, hands up his shirt and every now and then, his knees never quite touching the bathroom floor as he took something else down his throat. Some nights, he let himself believe that this time he would just take the guy home, the one with the nice eyes or the big hands or the pretty smile, and get laid without getting tangled up in his own thoughts and reservations, without tripping up on the worry that he’d give the wrong thing to the wrong man.
In the club, he could almost pull off the confidence that had his arms above his head on the dancefloor, knowing how good he looked with glitter on his cheekbones and his tight pants slung low. In the club, everyone was just drunk and self-absorbed enough not to notice that sometimes his pretty smiles and even prettier words were just a part of his best fake it until you make it act. He didn’t have to be Jungwoo, an engineering student with a nice face but no money or even fewer connections, panicking as graduation came ever closer about finding work that wasn’t slinging champagne and hors d’oeuvres. He could be the Jungwoo who men found beautiful, who knew how to dance and how to flirt just well enough to get what he wanted out of most encounters. He could be anyone, have anyone, do anything he wanted.
Tonight, the club was packed to the rafters, everyone seeking out a little bit of Friday night feel good. The crowd on the dancefloor swelled around him, so much sticky, drunk humanity pressing in on him that Jungwoo beat a careful, swaying retreat to the edge of the VIP, wanting to escape the scrum and maybe catch an eye or two. He knew how he looked, leaning up against the railing, sleeveless shirt hanging loose on his collarbones, glossed up lips parted just enough to hint at possibilities.
Bait set, Jungwoo waited to see if any big fish would bite, casting his gaze over the assortment of the playboys availing themselves of the bottle service and the room to breathe that only affluence and influence could afford. There were the usual types – executives with their ties pulled loose and their cheeks flush with enough alcohol that it was clear the club was their second round, the newly legal boys with access to mommy and daddy’s money, and the handful of men who were either handsome or rich enough to feel no need to flaunt it, the ones who sat quietly, drinking and waiting for someone else to come and beg for the pleasure of making their acquaintance.
But tonight there was someone different. Or maybe he was just so hot that Jungwoo wanted him to be different from all the others, elevated beyond the baseness of money and power and testosterone by the cut of his jaw and the pretty expression on his face when he caught Jungwoo staring. Maybe he would be just like all the other men but there was something in the way that he looked, in the way his legs uncrossed and his head tilted to the side in an obvious invitation that had Jungwoo hoping that maybe he wouldn’t be – maybe he’d be more, someway, somehow, even if all he ever was to Jungwoo was a meet slutty on the dancefloor.
The man held out his hand and the proverbial velvet rope lifted for Jungwoo as he climbed the stairs, hips swaying to a nighttime beat, the feeling in his chest one that wasn’t fit for daylight, for the real world and the real Kim Jungwoo. Jungwoo stood between the spread of the man’s legs, close enough now to see dimples and to smell cologne that was expensive, just to Jungwoo’d taste.
“Hi.”
The man smiled, eyebrows raising ever so slightly as he looked Jungwoo up and down. “Hello.”
The man’s voice was as rich as his clothing, one word enough to make Jungwoo want to fill his pockets with it, to be flush with the sound of it.
“Busy night,” Jungwoo said, leaning down so he could shout over the endless thumping base, so he could give the man a peek beneath the hood, his collar hanging wide open. “I was looking for a good place to sit.”
“Is that so?” The man’s amusement doubled over, his smile deepening and the tip of his tongue sneaking out to lick the top of his lip. Jungwoo watched as one hand came to rest on the man’s knee and then patted once, twice, three times. “Well, if you need a seat, you’re welcome to sit on my lap.”
“Oh.” Jungwoo fluttered his lashes and stalled for a moment of time, not used to someone else being so easy, to being beaten at his own game. “You’re so generous.”
“You don’t know that. I might want something in return for my generosity.” The man laughed and patted his hand on his knee two more times. “So, you wanna take me up on my offer or not?”
Jungwoo wondered if the man could see the flush that spread from his cheeks down his throat, confidence faltering as he almost tripped over one expensive shoe while trying to put his ass on a hot, rich, strange man’s lap. A warm, firm hand caught him around the waist, steadying him on his precarious perch.
“Jungwoo,” Jungwoo said, splaying his fingers over a heart that was still racing too fast for a flirtation that had just begun, hoping that his new chair couldn’t hear the shake in his voice.
“Jungwoo. Got it.” Full pretty lips moved around the syllables of his name and then another, one that Jungwoo thought he might be moaning before the night was over. “Jaehyun.”
“Jaehyun. Got it,” Jungwoo parroted, scooching in a little bit closer as he fumbled around for what to say next, little frissons of awkwardness curling around his desire and threatening to choke it out. “Um. So. Do you –”
“Want a drink?” Jaehyun cut him off, sparing Jungwoo the indignity of actually having the words come here often spill out of his mouth.
“Sure.” Jungwoo shrugged and plastered on a winning smile, hoping it would throw Jaehyun off the scent of his lameness. “But make it a half.”
“Don’t you mean a double?” Jaehyun reached for the bottle of vodka with the arm that wasn’t wrapped around Jungwoo’s waist, using one finger to drag over an empty glass.
Jungwoo wondered what that finger would feel like in his mouth, hooked in his cheek and pulling his lip down. Five other fingers squeezed around his hip, as if Jaehyun’s hand had known what Jungwoo was craving.
“No,” Jungwoo leaned forward, putting his hand on Jaehyun’s wrist and helping him pour, flattered to find a jumping pulse beneath the press of his palm. “I’m an easy drunk,” Jungwoo murmured, looking at Jaehyun through his lashes. “I can’t take much.”
“Understood.” Jaehyun picked up the half-filled shot glass and brought it to Jungwoo’s lips. “I’ll be gentle, then.”
Jungwoo let Jaehyun pour the drink down his throat, his stomach burning from more than the alcohol as Jaehyun watched him do it, watched him open his mouth and swallow and swallow and then lick his lips. Jaehyun’s eyes only closed as he replaced the press of glass with the press of a kiss and Jungwoo thought that he would never ever find a better chaser than the taste of this almost stranger’s kiss. They had barely exchanged names and now they were exchanging vodka flavored spit, Jaehyun kissing him gently but deeply, the way Jungwoo was used to being kissed right before someone got inside of him, intimate and familiar somehow, in all the ways they were not.
It was so good that it left him breathless and thoughtless, far enough out of his mind to say yes without hesitation when Jaehyun put his lips on Jungwoo’s ear and asked, “Do you want to get out of here?”
He didn’t do this – he didn’t let men he didn’t know hold his hand and take him out of the club and open the door to cars that cost more than a year’s worth of university tuition. He didn’t let men who weren’t his boyfriends put on his seatbelt and then kiss him until he was a hair's breadth away from begging to suck a dick before they had even left the parking lot. He didn’t ride around Seoul with a hand on his upper thigh, not knowing where he was going, not knowing how he was going to end up, other than probably with his ass in the air and his face pressed down in five hundred thread count sheets. It was thrilling, it was terrifying, it was more than he knew what to do with, his confidence crumbling with each sharp curve that Jaehyun’s expensive, flashy car took.
“Breathe.” Jaehyun’s laughter rumbled through the cramped interior of what Jungwoo was pretty sure was a Porsche, tearing him out of his anxious fantasies. Jungwoo let out a loud, noisy breath and wiped his sweaty palms on the leg that Jaehyun wasn’t caressing. “You can say you’re out at any time.” Jaehyun met his gaze in the rearview mirror, his playboy smile softening into something that made Jungwoo hope he ended up on his back instead. “I know this could all be happening kind of fast, if you aren’t used to this kind of pace. We can slow down.”
Jungwoo looked away, biting down on the lip that Jaehyun had sucked on until it was bruised warm red, feeling a little bit embarrassed, a little bit annoyed, a little bit touched. “Isn’t the whole point to go fast?”
“Only if that’s what you want.”
The car slowed to a stop, the light before them turning yellow to red. Jungwoo looked at the lines of Jaehyun’s face, watched the night shadows play on his skin and wondered what he would look like naked, if every part of him would be as defined and perfect as this. He wondered how many people Jaehyun took to bed to be able to recognize that Jungwoo was no expert in being the one brought to bed. As many as he could want, Jungwoo thought, knowing that with a face and body and a wallet like that, Jaehyun could carve up an entire bedpost with little notches if he so chose.
“What do you want?” Jungwoo asked, dragging his fingernail down the soft, vulnerable skin of Jaehyun’s wrist, imagining the notch that he could leave on this man who had chosen him. “You’re the one who asked me to sit on his lap. Who kissed me first.”
“I want to fuck you,” Jaehyun said, slow and thick like honey. “But I can wait, if that’s what you want to do.”
“Wait for what?”
“For you to feel comfortable wanting me.” Jaehyun’s smile was small and almost sweet, a glimpse of someone Jungwoo had yet to meet, whatever man existed behind the money and the velvet rope of the VIP. “If you wanna pull over right now and go drink coffee or eat cake or whatever, we can do that, too.”
Jungwoo’s heart fluttered. The light turned green and the engine revved.
“Take me home, Jaehyun, as fast as you can.”
Jaehyun’s hands beneath his shirt were nice, but Jaehyun’s apartment was even nicer, a luxury momentarily more tempting that the lips on his throat and the half-hard dick pressed against his back. He could feel Jaehyun’s laughter as his footsteps came to an abrupt halt in the middle of the living room, his attention stolen by the view of the city at night, glittering and gorgeous, the kind of view that had always been out of people like Jungwoo’s reach.
“Normally I’m asking this about myself,” Jaehyun said, thumb dipping into Jungwoo’s belly button, “but…see something you like?”
“Hush,” Jungwoo muttered, glad that Jaehyun couldn’t see him blush even though he knew he had nothing to be ashamed of, that most people would probably have their jaws dropping for Jaehyun’s apartment before they dropped for Jaehyun himself. “I’ve never been in an apartment this nice, not even when I was serving canapes to jerks with too much money.”
“I’m glad you like it.” Jaehyun shuffled them forward in an awkwardly endearing four-step until Jungwoo’s face was almost pressed against the glass of a window fifty-five floors above the streets below. “Sorry there aren’t any canapes.”
Jungwoo looked at Jaehyun’s reflection in the window and winked, wriggling his behind against Jaehyun’s cock. “That’s not the kind of job I came here to do.”
“Oh yeah?” Jaehyun laughed again, his hand sliding down with Jungwoo’s slow, lazy body roll until it came to rest on the top of Jungwoo’s jeans. Jungwoo watched as deft fingers undid the button and toyed with the zip. Jaehyun kissed his cheek, the touch strangely sweet. “Even though I’m a jerk with too much money?”
“I don’t know if you’re a jerk.” Jungwoo turned around, taking Jaehyun’s hands off of his zipper and putting them on his shoulders. “I don’t know anything about you, not really.” He sank to his knees, gratified by Jaehyun’s sharp intake of breath, the way his hips jerked forward like Jungwoo’s mouth was a magnet for his dick. “I know you smell expensive.” Jungwoo undid Jaehyun’s pants and kissed the place where hip bone met thigh. “I know you drive a loud, flashy car and have a big, beautiful apartment that doesn’t look lived in at all.” Jaehyun’s hands swept up and down his shoulders, squeezing Jaehyun’s triceps as Jungwoo gazed up at him with the expression all men adored seeing just before they got their dicked sucked – wide-eyed adoration and open-lipped hunger. “I know you offered to go slow, to buy me cake instead of giving me cock.” Jaehyun’s laughter dipped into a low moan when Jungwoo mouthed him through his underwear. Jungwoo took a breath and took it out, giving Jaehyun one last long, hot look. “I know I want you to fuck me.”
“Yeah, okay,” Jaehyun said, the line of his neck so pretty as his head tipped back that it made Jungwoo want to work a little bit harder, take him a little bit deeper when he had barely started to open his throat. “I can do that.”
Jungwoo hummed his agreement, wondering when he had lost his usual reservations about doing this kind of thing, when he had decided that he was going to go all the way with Jaehyun Last Name Unknown. Maybe like one Ms. Elizabeth Bennet, it had been from the first moment he saw Jaehyun’s Pemberly, that night view of the city he loved seducing him all the way onto his knees. He filed away that thought for another time, for another day, deciding it was best to question questionable decisions when he wasn’t busy demonstrating his service skills.
Jaehyun moaned every time Jungwoo hollowed out his cheeks and sucked hard on the head, the sound of it echoing throughout the too empty apartment. Jungwoo gave it to him wet and a little sloppy, letting spit pool in his mouth every time he slid Jaehyun’s cock into the back of his mouth, liking the way Jaehyun’s eyes almost crossed with pleasure when it started to splatter on his pristine floors. Jungwoo closed his eyes and controlled his breathing, taking his time to savor the power he held while he held Jaehyun on his tongue, between his lips, down his throat. It was nicer, he thought, to do this in a house instead of a bathroom stall, to be able to hear the sounds that Jaehyun made when Jungwoo licked his balls and stroked him with a twist at the top, running his thumb over the sticky head of his cock. It was better to look up and be able to meet Jaehyun’s gaze, to feel like this was something more than a quick, clandestine cocksuck.
“If you keep looking at me like that I’m going to bust,” Jaehyun said, pulling his dick out of Jungwoo’s mouth with a filthy sounding pop. He held out his hand, his voice as guttural as Jungwoo’s thoughts, when he commanded, “Come here.”
Laughing, Jungwoo went there, let himself be pulled up on aching knees and kissed until he couldn’t breathe. He caught glimpses of Jaehyun’s wild expression and flush face between kisses, a filmstrip of desire played for him as his shirt was lifted over his head and thrown on the floor. Jungwoo thought that Jaehyun must have done all of this before, many times over, impressed and not a little jealous of the way Jaehyun stripped him of his pants without ever really breaking the kiss, dirty words and dirty talk falling out of his mouth and onto Jungwoo’s tongue.
Jaehyun bent Jungwoo over the couch, as naked as he came into the world and just as ready to scream. The leather was cool and smooth on his skin, a contrast to the sticky warmth of the palms moving up and down his spine, petting him like some sort of spoiled cat instead of the dog he was, arching his back and begging for a treat.
“God, look at the view now,” Jaehyun said, taking Jungwoo’s chin between his fingers and turning it until Jungwoo was staring at himself in the window, his face floating alongside the skyscrapers and the glittering lights. “Finally worth the money I pay for this place.” Jaehyun bit Jungwoo’s shoulder, the little hollow where neck meets collarbone. “Stay just as you are. I’ll be right back.”
Jungwoo shook his head, thinking that it would take an act of god to make him move, that even though he never did things like this, if he was going to have a first time one-night stand, it had t be with a man this gorgeous, in a house this extravagant, on a couch that felt this good. Tomorrow, he would go back to being broke-student, catering-waiter, Jungwoo, but tonight, he was a part of the Seoul skyline, a star so high up that almost no one could touch.
The sound of footsteps turned his head away from the window, the sight of Jaehyun’s bare body better than anything Jungwoo had seen in years and years, hot enough to make him almost regret having seen it all, knowing that it would probably years and years more before he was blessed with another body that could compare. Jaehyun smiled at him like he knew exactly what Jungwoo was thinking. Jungwoo smiled in return, happy enough to have his mind read when Jaehyun put his hands on Jungwoo’s hips and came close enough for Jungwoo to feel the warmth of Jaehyun’s cock resting between his legs.
Jaehyun’s lips were hot on his throat but his promise was hotter, melting any second thoughts or resistance that may have been left in the ‘ I don’t do this kind of thing, I’m a good boy,’ corner of Jungwoo’s mind.
“Next time I’ll fuck you open with my tongue.”
The idea of a next time, that this was something Jaehyun wanted to be more than one time, was so distracting that Jungwoo could hardly focus on the two fingers inside him. Next time meant more than one time, more than this hot, sweaty fuck on a couch that almost certainly cost a fortune. It didn’t mean much, Jungwoo knew, but the idea that Jaehyun wanted him badly enough to want him again meant more than he had thought.
“Hey,” Jaehyun murmured, reaching around to stroke Jungwoo’s cock while he teased him inside. “You still with me?”
Jungwoo laughed and squeezed around Jaehyun’s touch, turning his gaze back to the window, a little bit in love with the way he looked, all slack jawed and desperate, practically drooling on expensive Italian leather, begging to be fucked.
“Yeah, I’m right here,” Jungwoo said, licking his lips as he caught Jaehyun’s gaze in the window. “I’m with you.”
Jaehyun’s smile was pretty, softer and sweeter than Jungwoo thought was really necessary when he took his fingers out and said, “Good. Because I’m about to get in you.”
Jungwoo put his head down on his forearms, bracing for the inevitable as he listened to Jaehyun wipe his hands and open the condom, nerves bubbling up and making him babble. “You’re the first, you know, the first guy I’ve done this with.”
“What? Sex? You can’t be serious.”
Jaehyun’s scandalized tone was enough to make Jungwoo giggle and regret that he was horny and anxious enough to forget how to use his words. “Oh my god, no! Of course not sex,” Jungwoo looked over his shoulder and pushed his hips towards Jaehyun’s grabby hands. “I’m obviously very good and very experienced at sex.” Jaehyun’s eyebrows were almost in his hairline, confusion written all over his handsome face. Jungwoo bit his lip and sighed. “You’re my first…well, one night stand, I guess? I usually only fuck people I’m serious about.”
“Ahh.” The clouds on Jaehyun’s face parted, unexpected sunshine peeking through. “I’m honored, then, to be your first.” Jaehyun leaned down and kissed Jungwoo softly, like maybe he meant it. “Even if you’re not yet serious about me.”
Jungwoo tucked the yet away, hoarded it alongside next time and gave himself over to the feeling of Jaehyun opening him up and pressing his cock inside, inch by inch at first until the tension gave way and there was no more distance between them. It was a lot, that feeling of fullness, the stretch and the burn, the weight of someone else inside of his body. Jaehyun stroked his back and his sides until Jungwoo nodded his head and let out a sigh, ready now to be fucked, for Jaehyun to start moving again.
Jaehyun was good. Very very good, Jungwoo thought as he white-knuckled Jaehyun’s couch, a little bit blown away that their chemistry was like this, that it could be this good for a first time, when there was no way that Jaehyun could have known he liked to fucked hard until he was gagging on it and then fucked slow and deep with teasing strokes. There was no way Jaehyun could have known he liked a little bit of dirty talk, that Jungwoo got off on men telling him how hot he looked taking their cock, how good of a job he did taking it, how pretty he was, how good he felt. Jaehyun couldn’t have known, but somehow he did, and maybe it was just pure blind luck that the hottest guy Jungwoo had ever seen also happened to be the best lay he’d had in ages, but whatever it was, Jungwoo was shouting enough for God that he figured the heavens would know he was grateful.
“You want to come, baby?” Jaehyun asked, breathing hard in Jungwoo’s ear, his chest sticky against the curve of Jungwoo’s back.
“Obviously,” Jungwoo said, wishing it had sounded like a taunt and less like a whine when Jaehyun laughed at him, a low rumble he could feel curling around his heart. “I’ve wanted to come all over you from the first time you looked at me.”
Jaehyun laughed again, smacking Jungwoo’s ass as he pulled out and sat down on the couch, arms spread wide. “Don’t let me stop you,” Jaehyun said, patting his knee just like had all those hours ago in the club. “Come sit on my lap, sweetheart.”
Jungwoo rolled his eyes but rolled right over, swinging his legs over Jaehyun’s hips and sitting on his lap, filling himself back up with Jaehyun’s cock, taking pleasure in the way Jaehyun groaned and bucked. Jaehyun held his waist while Jungwoo moved, helping him slide up and down on his dick as Jungwoo stoked his own cock and tried to do what Jaehyun told him.
“Come on me,” Jaehyun murmured, his jaw locked in concentration, clearly trying to hold out longer enough for Jungwoo to finish first. “Come all over this dick you wanted so much.”
Jungwoo would have told him that his lines were bad if they weren’t working so damned well, wrenching an orgasm out of him before he could think better of it, better of himself. Jaehyun spilled more filth into his ear as Jungwoo got his wish and covered Jaehyun with his come, feeling feral and wild and completely debauched as Jaehyun put a thumb covered in it in Jungwoo’s mouth and told him to suck.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Even though Jaehyun’s eyes were closed, even though it was an insane thing to say when Jungwoo could tell Jaehyun was thirty seconds from coming inside Jungwoo’s body, Jungwoo felt a thousand different daydreams start to pool inside his romantic heart. He kissed Jaehyun’s mouth and hoped that Jaehyun was an honest man, hoped that he would get the chance to find out if Jaehyun was telling him the truth when he said things like that.
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Having never gone home with someone before, Jungwoo hadn’t been totally sure what to expect when the sex was over and everything that had seemed very sexy and totally hot – like come and dirty talk and ass smacks – now made him want to blush and cringe. He had been prepared for Jaehyun to hand him his pants and his shoes and show him the door, but instead Jaehyun had shown him into the shower, washed Jungwoo’s hair and his body, and then made him a midnight snack. Jaehyun acted like Jungwoo staying the night was a given, a thing he wanted to take for granted.
Jungwoo had gone along with all of it, happy enough to eat Jaehyun’s food and take advantage of a bathroom that was almost as incredible as the view, happy enough to be spoiled by the way Jaehyun looked with wet hair and glasses, like someone who could be boyfriend material when he took Jungwoo’s hand and asked:
“What….what are you doing tomorrow?”
Jungwoo reached across the pillows to touch Jaehyun’s cheek, amazed to find them warm and flush beneath his fingers, amused that this was the kind of thing that made Jaehyun blush. “I have to work.” Jungwoo wrinkled his nose and sighed. “Catering gig.”
“Too bad,” Jaehyun said, sounding like he really meant it. “I have a wedding to go to, I was going to ask you to come.”
Jungwoo felt himself turn a color to match Jaehyun’s red. “What for?”
“To pour my wine and cater to my every whim.” Jaehyun rolled his eyes behind his thick glasses, wrapping an arm around Jungwoo’s waist and tugging him in closer to kiss Jungwoo with the sort of surprising sweetness that Jungwoo was starting to suspect was real and true and maybe just for him. Jaehyun’s gaze was soft, as warm as Jungwoo felt as Jaehyun pulled the covers over their heads and said:
“What else? To be my date.”