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government hooker (2/13)
nc-17
thanks to jonghyun, jinki meets a nineteen-year-old boy who turns his life inside out.
note! this is a chaptered version of the oneshot i posted last week. chapters 1 and 2 are extended versions of that oneshot.
[previous]
jinki had hoped the entire ride up that the “do not disturb” sign would be on saegjeong’s door so that he could turn back and just wait outside for jonghyun’s return. however, to his dismay, the door was not only devoid of a sign, but also opened just a crack but enough for jinki to hear the boy’s music leaking out into the hall.
he thought twice about knocking - skipping the whole thing and going to wait for jonghyun seemed like a good idea because he could always say the session ended early as an excuse - but he found himself tapping his knuckles against the door anyway.
moments later, the door opened and saegjeong - a boy about jinki’s height that didn’t really look nineteen at all - appeared. he was dressed just like any nineteen-year-old - big, baggy t-shirt and tight bleached-out jeans that accentuated knobby knees and thin muscle - but jinki knew better than to assume that this kid was innocent.
saegjeong’s eyes were deep brown, hidden slightly behind bright red fringe that contrasted against his pale skin. he was almost devilish, if it hadn’t been for his baby-face and waifish frame.
after analyzing jinki for a while in complete silence, he smirked and stepped aside. “come in,” he said.
jinki walked in slowly, stepping aside himself as saegjeong shut the door and locked it. “h-hi, i’m -“
“no, don’t,” saegjeong said quickly. “don’t tell me your name.”
“but... i know your name so why can’t you know mine?” jinki asked.
saegjeong smiled gingerly. “you don’t know my name. you know my alias, but you don’t know my name.” he carded his fingers through his hair, looking at jinki from head to toe. “this is your first time here, isn’t it?” jinki nodded. “brave, coming to me first. i guess you don’t know my reputation?”
“r-reputation?” jinki asked nervously. what had he gotten himself into?
“yes, my reputation. i’ve worked here for a little over three months and i’ve already got one of the penthouses... which, as you might guess, means i make quite a lot of money,” saegjeong bragged. jinki looked around; the penthouse was so spacious that it could probably fit ten of his future apartment in the living space alone. “so when my clients say they’ll refer people to me, i tell them to start newbies off on someone easier, someone... more affordable, you could say... because i’m a bit intense.”
“do you make enough to pay to live here?” jinki asked, making it a point to avoid talking about the younger boy’s sexual prowess.
saegjeong scoffed and shook his head. “there are, like, ten of us employed to work here. the hotelier buys out rooms and we repay him by giving him half of what we make. i don’t know why you care, though... you’re not here to learn about my job, just to experience it. right?” he cocked an eyebrow playfully and started to walk away. “follow me.”
jinki followed him across the penthouse to a room that appeared to be an office, clearly made for someone with an actual job as opposed to a prostitute. but saegjeong sat down at the desk, pulled out an invoice book, and flipped to the newest clean page. tapping a pen against the book, he looked up at jinki. “what are your initials?”
“you can put me down as onew,” jinki said. he blinked in disbelief with himself, using his childhood nickname to arrange a somewhat-anonymous deal with a prostitute.
“aw, what a cute name,” saegjeong remarked. as he wrote the final line on the last character of jinki’s alias, he looked up at jinki and beamed. “almost a complete opposite from my own. we match, somehow.” he chuckled, amused with his own humor while jinki smiled uneasily. “how much are we talking today? i don’t know if you’ve been informed but i usually charge five-hundred-thousand won for the entire session... however, since you’re new, i can give you a discount.”
a discount for sex sounded gross enough to turn jinki’s stomach so he shook his head. “i’ll... pay full price,” he declared.
“alright,” saegjeong said, scribbling down the price. “money, please.”
jinki took out his wallet and pulled out a few bills that added up to saegjeong’s price and handed them to him. saegjeong recounted the money, then put it into a chest on the corner of the desk. “all set,” he said, standing up from his chair. “if, at any time, you want to request something extra, just tell me and i’ll give you a price and you’ll pay me.” jinki nodded and saegjeong sighed. “calm down, will you? it’s not as scary as you think it is.” before jinki could say another word, saegjeong walked out of the room and he took that as silent instruction for him to follow.
“should i call you onew?” saegjeong asked. “or can i call you hyung?”
“i like hyung better,” jinki said.
“alright, hyung...” he suddenly turned to face jinki and let the older man run into him. he clutched jinki by the sides of his shirt and smiled. “what do you want me to do for you?”
※
they started off kissing, because that was the most jinki could convince himself to do at that point.
and it wasn’t bad, the two of them on saegjeong’s bed, saegjeong straddling him and rolling his hips down against jinki’s crotch as their tongues tangled. he was right when he called himself “intense;” jinki was teetering on the edge of a raging hard-on from making out alone.
saegjeong kissed along jinki’s jaw as he slipped his hands under the older man’s shirt, letting his fingers wander along the expanse of skin. jinki gasped as saegjeong licked a slick line from his adam’s apple to his lips, pausing a moment before kissing him to whisper: “do you want me to suck your dick, hyung?”
jinki’s mouth went so dry that he couldn’t even gulp at the boy’s question.
“hm? do you want my hot, wet mouth around your -“ saegjeong reached down and grabbed jinki’s crotch, curling his fingers around the tenting in his jeans. “big, thick cock?”
“oh my god,” jinki breathed as saegjeong tightened his grip.
“has anyone ever choked on it before?”
“n-no.”
“do you want me to be the first?”
“god, yes.” saegjeong smirked and began his descent, letting his hands slide over jinki’s abdomen and out of his shirt as he went. he pressed open-mouthed kisses against the outline of jinki’s erection as he expertly opened the buttons and zipper on his pants. in no time, saegjeong was jerking the older man’s pants and underwear down, exposing jinki’s dick to open air. saegjeong licked his lips and gazed up at jinki, but before he could start, jinki stopped him.
“what?” saegjeong asked.
“d-don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re clean... right?”
saegjeong laughed. “of course. i usually ask my clients that, honestly, because i can’t afford to get sick... but you’re different i guess.” he raised his eyebrows and cocked his head to the side as he ran his tongue up the shaft.
every word saegjeong said sounded like a song, jinki mused as he let his eyes close and his mouth open slightly. even when filthy words were spilling out of his mouth, it sounded melodious and if it was on saegjeong’s “menu,” jinki would pay him to do nothing but talk.
by the time jinki realized he was fawning over a prostitute’s voice, it hit him that he was, in fact, in the middle of getting a blowjob and was hardly reacting to it. so when he came to that realization, all of the sensations hit him at once.
saegjeong’s mouth was bobbing up and down his shaft, a thin hand working the base. he removed his lips with a slick pop and ran them down the side of jinki’s dick, letting his hand slide in the opposite direction. his thumb swept over the slit in the head of jinki’s cock and jinki gasped, his vision going white momentarily. before he could recover, saegjeong’s mouth was around him again, his lips snug around the shaft, taking him in inch by slow inch until jinki could feel himself hit the back of saegjeong’s throat. saegjeong didn’t move any further; instead he started choking and jinki almost panicked until he remembered he was doing it on purpose. saegjeong pulled back a bit but repeated the motion again and again, stifling himself at such quick intervals that jinki feared he’d pass out. jinki fisted a chunk of saegjeong’s hair and gently pulled him away, taking a moment to admire the younger man’s debauched face before he sat up.
“come here,” jinki whispered, and saegjeong walked on his knees across the bed to get closer to him. the act itself looked so juvenile in conjuncture with the boy’s babyish looks that jinki had a mind to end everything right there and make a run for it.
but saegjeong crawled right into his lap, his hot erection pressed up against jinki’s own. he watched the older man’s eyes turn glassy as he writhed his hips around on his, giving him a preview of what was to come in the next few minutes. he stopped suddenly and smiled. “let me get undressed, first,” saegjeong whispered, dismounting jinki and standing on the floor to divest himself of his clothing. it took jinki a few beats to realize that he should do the same thing too; he’d barely had his shirt over his head when saegjeong climbed back onto his lap, smothering his collarbone with open-mouthed kisses. jinki gripped him by his thighs (he panicked a bit when he felt basically soft fat and bone; it was like saegjeong would break at a moment’s notice) and pulled him closer, garnering a slightly-frightened chirp from the younger man.
“you’re so rough when you want to be,” saegjeong purred, groaning as jinki kissed him. as jinki began to trail kisses down his neck, saegjeong tipped his head back and bit his lip. “not so shy now, are you?”
jinki ignored him, kissing and licking at the middle of saegjeong’s chest. saegjeong put a hand on jinki’s chin and brought his mouth to one of his nipples. he shuddered as the older man flicked his tongue over the erect bud, curling his fingers into the hair at the back of jinki’s head. he reached back for one of jinki’s hands and, misunderstanding saegjeong’s motives, jinki entwined their fingers. saegjeong chuckled to himself before wiggling his fingers out of jinki’s grip and wrapping them around his wrist, bringing jinki’s hand to his mouth.
jinki pulled away from saegjeong’s chest and watched him slide two of jinki’s fingers into his mouth, laving them with his tongue. he pulled them out and slowly brought the two wet fingers to be level with his hips. “finger me,” saegjeong whispered.
jinki gulped, but the look in saegjeong’s eyes and the way he chewed on his bottom lip erased his apprehension. saegjeong raised his hips slightly and jinki guided a finger to the younger man’s entrance, watching as his features became placid, his lips slightly parted and his eyes hooded. he pressed the finger against the opening and got the first half inch in before he had to stop. “relax for me,” jinki said.
“you’re telling me to relax?” saegjeong snapped, but he relaxed anyway and allowed jinki’s finger to get deeper. “fuck, that feels amazing.”
“two?” jinki asked. the one word was all he could manage because he was sure he was going to finish just listening to saegjeong’s shallow breaths.
“y-yeah,” saegjeong breathed, recoiling as jinki brought the first finger back to allow space for the second. once the second finger was successfully inside, jinki scissored the digits back and forth, watching as saegjeong’s hips rose and fell and listening to the quickened breaths and soft moans that left his mouth. “god, i need you to fuck me right now,” he said through gritted teeth. “please fuck me.”
※
saegjeong used no discretion when it came to the amount of lube he used, letting the excess drip from his hand onto the bedsheets and his thighs. saegjeong slathered the oil along the older man’s length, then laid back and spread his legs to allow his entrance.
jinki settled between saegjeong’s legs, aiming his cock towards the opening. he pushed his hips forward, groaning as the head of his dick entered him, the tight muscles gripping him with so much force he could barely move. he surged forward, however, and slid in without any extra effort. saegjeong moaned and dug his fingernails into jinki’s shoulders as the older man pulled back and slammed into him again.
“you’re so tight,” jinki whispered, and saegjeong gave him a sheepish grin.
“am i so tight, or are you so big? that’s the question,” he panted back, letting his head loll to the side as jinki picked up the pace. a string of moan-inflicted curse words escaped gritted teeth while saegjeong reached down to jerk himself off.
sweat dripped from jinki’s forehead down the side of his face, dangling for a moment on his chin before it fell and hit saegjeong’s chest. saegjeong let out a breathy chuckle as he swept up the fallen sweat drop with a finger on his free hand then brought that finger to his mouth, sucking off the salty liquid. that made jinki slow down a bit, watching as saegjeong slowly withdrew the finger from his mouth and licked his lips. “make me cum,” saegjeong demanded, rocking his hips upward. “make it worth your money, baby.”
jinki thrust into him again, hard enough to make saegjeong grunt in surprise, then resumed his previous speed. saegjeong reached up with his free hand and cupped it behind jinki’s head, pulling him down and kissing him lightly before jinki collapsed on top of him. his thrusts grew shallower and shallower until he came, pushing deep inside until he was milked dry. saegjeong came soon after, thick and hot against jinki’s stomach. the two laid there in a daze until saegjeong laughed and pushed jinki away.
“well, that was nice. i hope it was worth what you paid,” saegjeong said simply, grabbing a towel from an open drawer and cleaning himself off.
jinki rolled onto his back, panting and sweaty from the ordeal. “can i ask for something else?”
saegjeong scoffed. “you want more? you look worn out to me... shame, because you’re cute and i wouldn’t protest round two if you were willing to pay.”
“no, it’s nothing like that,” jinki said.
saegjeong raised an eyebrow. “what?”
jinki opened his mouth to speak, then rethought it and stopped. he thought again and went for it. “how much would it cost for you to tell me your name?”
saegjeong scoffed again and shook his head. “i don’t give out my real name for a reason, hyung.”
“why?”
“because knowing someone’s real name equals... attachment.” jinki looked over at him and he sighed. “my job is to basically... fuck, no strings attached. if you know my name, then i’m not doing my job correctly.”
“what if i said, if you told me, i’d never come back and you wouldn’t have to worry?” jinki asked.
saegjeong ran his fingers through his hair. “that would be worse, honestly.”
jinki shrugged and gestured for a towel. saegjeong got a clean one from the drawer and tossed it to him, suddenly avoiding all eye contact. “forget it, you don’t have to tell me. i was just curious,” jinki said, wiping off his stomach. “i understand the constraints of your job and i’m not going to force you to do anything... i’m sure you get enough of that as it is.”
“it’s taemin,” saegjeong blurted out and jinki stared at him, wide-eyed. “my name’s taemin. are you happy?”
jinki smiled. “no, i’m jinki.” he outstretched his hand cordially. “nice to meet you.”
taemin stared at his hand blankly for a few moments before shaking it. “though the circumstances are less than favorable, it’s nice to meet you also.”
the two of them chuckled quietly before taemin disappeared into the bathroom and didn’t return, even after jinki got dressed and left. maybe it was better that way, he thought.
※
going through the lobby after the encounter was a more awkward task than jinki imagined, what with minho smiling knowingly at him and kibum grimacing at his shamelessness. but jinki bowed in goodbye and left the hotel regardless, rejoicing silently at the sight of jonghyun’s car parked across the street.
“so... are any thank yous in order?” jonghyun asked as jinki got into the car. “was saegjeong wild or what?”
“tae - saegjeong was... interesting,” jinki said, fastening his seatbelt. “but i can’t say i’d ever do that again.”
“wha... a-are you serious?” jonghyun asked dumbfoundedly.
“yeah. not really my thing, honestly,” jinki said. jonghyun shook his head in disbelief and jinki smiled to himself, fighting the urge to glance up at the twentieth floor one last time before the car departed.
※
jonghyun insisted that jinki fill him in on the encounter, but jinki stayed mum. for one, he wasn’t one to talk about his sex life at length; plus, there was no way he’d be able to talk about what happened without mentioning that taemin had told him his real name.
jinki figured from the way taemin dropped out of character so quickly upon the request for his name that his true identity was to be kept top-secret. he hid behind a pseudonym to keep himself somewhat anonymous, even though he was coming face-to-face with people around the clock every single day. he needed that anonymity, because (even though jonghyun thought otherwise) taemin was in an illegal operation, the kind that gets busted up by police and sends whoever gets caught to jail. if taemin didn’t trust jinki, he would have ignored him when he asked for his name because he couldn’t risk having jinki go to the police and get him in trouble.
he trusted him. that dawned upon jinki as he stood in the shower the next morning, washing away sleep and whatever guilt remained in the hours following the encounter with taemin. it was interesting then, daring even, but when he realized he was out of five-hundred-thousand won, spent on an hour of sex with a stranger, jinki found himself nauseous for the rest of the night.
he slept it off, however, and now he was curious - taemin trusted him, a complete stranger, a client, enough to reveal just a bit of his true identity. would it be worth it to go to him again, but for relations strictly platonic?
would it be worth it to try and save him?
jinki blinked a few times, furrowing his brow at his own thoughts. what did taemin need saving from? he was obviously very secure, doing well for himself. the job was far from ideal but it was a job. he was safe.
jinki admitted to himself that he was probably trying to find excuses to go and see taemin again but he didn’t even bother to stop himself.
he grabbed an apple and a bottle of water on his way out of jonghyun’s apartment, completed lease agreement in hand. jinki planned to just drop it off at the real estate agent’s office then go job-hunting for the rest of the day, but once he was on the road he found his mind wandering.
he dropped off the agreement at the agent’s office without a hitch, but then he started to wander the city in search of potential employers. he passed the restaurants and convenience stores he’d visited the previous day, as well as a few establishments he’d purposely skipped over the first time because he knew he had an ice cube’s shot in hell of getting a position there. somehow, he found himself pulling up to the hotel he visited yesterday, and before he could psych himself he put his car in park and shut off the engine.
he glanced up at the twentieth floor, teetering between changing his mind and going home and pushing himself to go inside. the latter won out.
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