Relaxation Techniques
Pairing: BangUp
Rated: M
Length: 6K
“Your eleven o’clock is waiting for you,” Mina called to Jongup as he exited the bathroom. He nodded at the secretary and gave his patient a few more minutes to get themselves comfortable on the bed before he entered the room.
An elderly woman lay sprawled out on her stomach, face buried into the table, sheet covering her lower half.
“Hello Mrs. Woo,” Jongup greeted her happily, dimming the lights to make her more comfortable, “how have you been today?”
“Good morning sweetheart!” she cooed. “I’ve been doing pretty good lately. My shoulders have been slightly hurting, though. Do you think you could work mainly on them today?”
He agreed, opening a bottle of massage oil and pouring a small amount on his hands.
Their half hour session flew by quickly with the both of them discussing their lives with each other. Mrs. Woo complained to Jongup about her grandson who was getting into trouble at school and she didn’t know what to do about it. Jongup tried to describe the plot to the book he had just finished reading.
He always enjoyed Mrs. Woo’s weekly visits with him since she was always very chatty and made him laugh with her stories. Jongup always tried to draw people into a conversation while he worked on them because it usually made them feel more comfortable and when they relaxed then their muscles also relaxed.
A bell dinged, letting them know their time was up. Jongup grabbed a towel to gently wipe down Mrs. Woo’s back.
“I’ll go out while you get dressed,” he told her, cleaning his oily hands off. “Thank you for coming and I hope to see you next week!”
He headed towards the break room to rest for a little bit and grab a snack before his next appointment. The stress on his hands was rough, but he enjoyed his job and wouldn’t want to be doing anything else.
“Your 12 is here.” Mina popped her head through the doorway and grinned. “It’s him again.”
Jongup froze, water bottle halfway to his mouth and gave Mina a terrified look. “But he’s not scheduled to come back until next week!”
She shrugged and winked at him. “He called this morning and asked if we could squeeze him in.”
“Why didn’t you give him to Daehyun? I was already booked up today.”
She grinned. “Not anymore. We gave Daehyun your 12 o’clock.”
He frowned. “Why would you do that?”
“Because,” she looked around behind her before coming closer to whisper in his ear, “he said he only wanted you.”
His jaw dropped at the news. Mina waggled her eyebrows and pushed Jongup out the door. “Don’t let him wait long and make sure you pick your jaw up before you go in.”
Jongup gulped when he reached the door to his massage room. Behind this two inch thick door was a very under dressed, very sexy, very mysterious man.
And he only wanted Jongup’s hands to touch him.
This made him feel proud of his work. He had trained long and hard to be a masseuse and he took his job very seriously.
But at times like this, when he was about to run his fingers across the tanned, smooth skin of the man inside? Well, he wondered why he didn’t choose to go to business school like his brother.
He opened the door and peered inside, mentally whimpering at the sight of the larger, leaner blonde man that was face down on his table.
“Hello Mr. Bang.” Jongup tried not to let his nerves come through in his voice. The other man always seemed to make him raise his guard and he hated it.
The almost naked boy on the table merely grunted in reply, his bare shoulders pulling together as he made himself comfortable.
“Are you hurting somewhere in particular today?” Jongup asked, grabbing the coconut scented oil automatically. Mr. Bang had told him once that he didn’t like the stronger smells because they gave him headaches. So Jongup had purchased this bottle specifically for his visits. “I didn’t have you on my schedule until next week.”
The long, toned back tensed at his question.
“Rough day,” the deep voice answered back. He reached up behind him and pointed to his lower back. “This hurts.”
Jongup pressed his fingers lightly into the spot. “Right here?”
The blonde haired boy nodded, laying his arm back beside his head.
Working his magic, Jongup soon had the knot under his hands softened and relaxed. He glanced up at the clock and saw that they still had fifteen minutes together until his time was up.
“Are you hurting anywhere else, Mr. Bang?” he asked brightly, running his thumbs firmly up his bumpy spine.
The other boy let out a low moan under his breath when Jongup’s skilled fingers brushed across the nape of his neck.
“There!” he replied quickly. “Right there!”
Alternating between stroking the creamy skin and digging his palms into the broad shoulders, Jongup knew he was making his body feel amazing by the sounds coming out of his mouth.
“Why are you so quiet today?” the elder boy murmured a few minutes later, turning his head so that he could look directly at him. “Usually you don’t shut up.”
Jongup could feel his face turn red at the blunt words. “I-I didn’t want to bother you,” he answered. “You never talk back to me so I figured I should stop.”
Mr. Bang laughed, the sound hitting Jongup right in the pit of his stomach.
“I keep requesting you, don’t I?” He glanced up at the clock and frowned. “We only have a few minutes left. I need to get going anyways.” He pulled the sheet off and stood up, making Jongup’s eyes widen at the sight of his naked chest.
“I can leave you alone!” he blurted, turning to stare at the wall. “You don’t have to get dressed with me in the room!” He knew the sight of Mr. Bang’s muscular body and deep six-pack would be etched into his mind for weeks to come.
Mr. Bang only grinned behind his back as he pulled on his dark jeans and blue pull-over, not even bothering to wipe the oil off. He reached into his pocket and pulled his wallet out, drawing out a large wad of cash - almost as much as the actual appointment cost. Taking a step towards Jongup, he grabbed the tightly clenched fist and uncurled the fingers, pressing the money into it.
“Th-Thank you, Mr. Bang.” Jongup didn’t look down to see how much he had been given, but he knew it was a lot since the other boy always tipped him more than was necessary. “I hope you have a great day!”
“Doubt it,” he snorted, opening the door to leave. “And it’s Yongguk,” he told him quietly. “You can call me Yongguk.”
“Good-bye Yongguk,” Jongup called weakly, looking down at the money stuffed into his palm. His eyes bugged out at the amount. It was enough to pay a whole week’s worth of rent!
Not for the first time he wondered just what exactly Mr. Bang - Yongguk - did for a living.
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It wasn’t as if he had never asked his patient about his life. In the four months that Yongguk had been coming to the massage parlor he worked at, he had tried making conversation with him at every single visit.
At first the other man had ignored his questions about his personal life, always changing the subject to something neutral. But over time he started teasing the smaller boy, making up silly answers to all of his questions.
When asked what he did for a living, he replied that he was a taster for a pickle factory. If Jongup asked him where he grew up at, Yongguk claimed to be from Transylvania.
Finally Jongup just decided to give up, which was why he was so quiet at this last visit. He figured his attempts at polite conversation were annoying to the other boy and he didn’t want to anger him.
“How was Mr. Sexy?” Mina asked as they put their coats and scarves on at closing time. “I noticed he came out fully dressed while you were still in the room." Her lips twitched. “Mixing business with pleasure?”
He huffed and playfully pushed her as she locked the doors behind them. “He just flew off the table before I could leave! What was I supposed to do?”
She winked. “Asking him to remove his underwear would be my first guess.”
Jongup curled his lip and gave her a glare. “Way to be professional.”
She shrugged. “Ain’t no way that man wants you to be professional with him, Jongup. It’s kind of obvious.”
He rolled his eyes and turned towards the subway. “Go home and take a cold shower. You need it.”
His apartment was only seven blocks from the parlor, but it was so cold that night that he didn’t feel like making the long trek home. Plus, he had an unexpected chunk of cash in his pocket and it wouldn’t hurt to use a little bit of it for the train.
Thank goodness it was the weekend, he thought to himself as he peeled his extra layers off and dropped down ungracefully onto the couch. He was exhausted and his throat had been hurting for a few days. These two wonderful days off would be put to good use with him lounging lazily on his couch.
By Monday though, his sore throat had morphed into a full-on winter cold, complete with a hacking cough and achy body.
He hated having to call into work, but he figured the customers wouldn’t appreciate him sneezing and coughing all over their naked bodies.
On Tuesday he was feeling a little bit better, but his fever was still a few degrees above normal.
“Aw honey,” Mina cooed over the phone as he had to call in again, “today was your day with Mr. Sexy. I’ll have to give him to Daehyun instead.”
Jongup flinched at the thought of his overly flirty co-worker touching Yongguk, but there was nothing he could do about it.
He threw himself back onto his bed and closed his eyes, wanting to sleep the day away again.
The phone ringing woke him up later that day. He blearily rubbed his eyes and glanced at his clock. It was almost four pm and he had slept the entire morning without moving once.
“Yeah?” he mumbled, eyes drooping as he tried to wake himself up.
“I’m sorry.” Mina’s voice was more upset than he had ever heard it, causing his heart to pound in fright. “I’m sorry, Jongup. I didn’t-“
“What happened?” he demanded, now fully awake. “Are you okay?”
She continued as if she hadn’t even heard his question. “He threw a screaming fit and ordered me to tell him and he was so scary and I’m sorry!”
“What are you talking about?” he asked, rubbing his head. The deep sleep must have helped him more than he realized. The sore body and need to cough his lungs up was gone and now he just felt hungry.
“Mr. Bang!” she shrieked into the phone. “He refused to see Daehyun and said that he would only go to you and when I told him you had called in, he freaked out and made me give him your address!”
Jongup felt all the blood escape from his face at her words. “You told him… Where I live?” he hissed, jumping up from his bed and wincing at the dizziness it caused. “Are you stupid?”
He looked down and groaned when he realized he was only wearing his underwear. There was a pair of pajama pants that might or might not have been clean on the edge of his bed, but he didn’t care, grabbing them and shoving a leg inside.
“You weren’t here, Jongup!” She defended herself. “You didn’t see how terrifying he was!”
A knock on his door interrupted them. He froze and stared at it in horror.
“I have to go, Mina,” he said breathlessly, clicking his phone off and throwing it down.
He licked his dry lips and took a step forward.
The drum on the door was rougher this time, as if the person on the other side was losing patience.
Shakily turning the lock, Jongup cracked it open just a sliver to peer outside.
And lost his breath at the sight of a frantic Yongguk staring back at him.
“W-What are you doing here?” Jongup asked warily, glad he had kept the chain attached to the door so that the taller boy couldn’t push his way inside.
Yongguk’s eyes softened at the quiet question. “I was worried about you,” he answered, his voice gruff. “Can I come in?”
Jongup bit his lip. “I don’t know if I’m allowed to socialize with people I work on.”
A plump lip twitched at his words. “I promise I won’t tell if you don’t.”
Nodding slowly, Jongup shut the door and undid the chain. He pulled it back open and stared embarrassedly down at his feet, missing the gulp the other boy made when he saw his lack of clothing.
“The girl at the desk said you were sick. What’s wrong?”
Jongup chewed on his cheek. “Just a cold,” he answered, lifting his eyes to look into Yongguk’s worried ones. “Why are you here?”
“I wanted to make sure you were okay,” Yongguk answered honestly. “They tried to stick me with that skinny kid that’s always winking at me.” He shuddered. “One time he even purposely tripped just to fall against me. I think he touched my dick.”
Covering his mouth, Jongup tried to hide his laughter. Daehyun was the store’s known slut and would hit on anyone, regardless of gender, as long as he found them attractive.
Yongguk grinned widely at Jongup’s giggles, his expression happier than Jongup had ever seen it.
“You seem okay to me,” he accused, tilting his head to the side. “Are you sure you just didn’t call in because you knew I was scheduled today?”
“Of course not!” Jongup screeched, offended that he would even ask that. “I was sick when I woke up, but I took a nap and I feel better now!”
Yongguk’s eyes slid over the fold-up massage table Jongup kept in his apartment for emergencies.
“So can I have my massage then?”
“N-Now?” Jongup sucked his lips into his mouth and took a step backwards. He wasn’t even wearing a damn shirt at the moment and this man wants them to be shirtless together? What was he thinking?!
“Sure.” Yongguk reached behind him to pull his shirt off, dropping it to the floor beside him, Jongup's saliva filling his mouth at the appearance of the muscular chest. “I’m here and you said yourself you feel fine.” He stepped towards the suddenly nervous boy and nodded towards the table. “I promise I’ll pay you more than you normally receive.”
“I don’t think…” Jongup protested, words dying in his throat at the unexpected pout on the blonde boys lips. Did big scary Bang Yongguk just give him a puppy dog face?! “O-Okay,” he relented, knowing the other boy was used to getting his way and wouldn’t give up till he got it.
He dragged the table out and unfolded it on the living room floor, holding his hand to his temple as another wave of dizziness came over him.
Yongguk caught him as he stumbled, wrapping him securely in his arms. “Whoa there. Are you alright?”
Jongup waved him off. “Just haven’t eaten much this weekend,” he said, patting the table. “I’m fine. Get on.”
Ignoring him, Yongguk walked past him into the kitchen, rummaging his way through the cabinets as if he owned the place.
“What are you doing?”
“Do you never go grocery shopping?” Yongguk tsked at him, finally finding a package of ramen in the back of the cabinet. “God, I even have more food than this at my apartment and I’m never even home.”
“I’ve been busy!” Jongup spoke up defensively. “By the time I get off of work I’m too tired to go shopping so I just grab something on the way home.”
Yongguk pushed him back towards the couch and shoved him down onto it. “Relax. I’ll fix you some dinner and then we’ll get back to business.” He winked, turning back to his cooking, missing the blanched look on the smaller boy’s face.
He watched him as he cooked contentedly at the stove, the tight back muscles rippling as he reached up onto the shelf to grab a bowl. Jongup let his eyes drift down to his ass, unconsciously licking his lips at how well his jeans fit him.
“Do you want to eat at the table, or the couch?” Yongguk’s voice knocked him out of his thoughts, with Jongup praying he hadn’t just noticed how he was eating him alive with his eyes just now.
“H-Here is fine,” he answered, sitting up and grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch to pull around his shoulders.
Yongguk carefully handed him the steaming bowl before taking a seat beside him on the couch, a lot closer than Jongup was comfortable with. He leaned back and propped his feet up on the coffee table before grabbing the remote and turning the TV on.
“You like baseball?” he asked, turning it to a game.
“Not really,” Jongup answered honestly.
Turning to give him an amused grin, Yongguk shrugged and placed his arm on the back of the couch, behind Jongup’s head. “Too bad. I cooked for you; I get to choose the show.”
It was his TV and he could have spoken up, but Jongup just rolled his eyes and turned his attention to his food. He was starving and had a hard time not burning his tongue as he shoved the noodles into his mouth. They weren’t bad, a little rubbery, but it was the first time someone had offered to cook for him and that kind of made it the best meal ever.
When he had finished the entire bowl off and even tilted it up to drink the leftover broth, he leaned back and looked happily up at the boy next to him.
“That was delicious,” he said, rubbing his stomach. “I was starving.”
“I could tell,” Yongguk replied, taking the bowl from him and placing it on the coffee table. He switched the TV off and grinned, pulling Jongup to his feet. “My turn,” he said happily, leading them over to the table in the corner.
Jongup watched wide-eyed as Yongguk deftly undid the button his jeans and pulled them over his hips. He kicked them off his feet and jumped up onto the table, wiggling his body as he got into position.
All Jongup could see was the outline of his ass in his boxer briefs and he blushed, looking around for a blanket to cover him with.
“Well,” Yongguk asked, propping himself up on his side when Jongup didn’t start, “are you going to do it?”
“I’m looking for a sheet,” Jongup answered, his voice sounding thick in his ears. “To cover you.”
Yongguk’s eyes lowered down to look at his body. “I’m fine,” he said, lying back down. “Just start.”
Jongup moved next to the table and let his fingers run softly across his back, a sigh of relaxation escaping the blonde boy’s lips.
“Why do you get so tensed all the time?” he asked, smoothing over his shoulders, searching for a knot. “You have more bunched-up muscles than anyone I’ve ever seen before.”
The body under his froze, making Jongup think he had asked the wrong question. “Just stress,” Yongguk finally answered.
Jongup could tell the question had bothered him so he changed the subject.
“Why won’t you tell me what you do for a living?” he asked again, for the hundredth time since they had met.
Yongguk sighed, turning his face over to look at him. “You wouldn’t like the answer, Jongup.”
His face burned at the sound of his name coming from those sinful lips. He didn't know if he had ever heard him say it before.
“Why?”
“Because then you’d be scared of me.” Yongguk flipped his head over, blocking him from seeing the tiredness in his eyes. “And you’re the only person I don’t want frightened of me.”
Jongup frowned at his words, wondering what he meant. He walked his fingers across his shoulders and into his hair, scratching gently over his scalp.
“I’m not scared of you, Yongguk,” he murmured, leaning over to whisper in his ear.
A groan was his answer as his motions lulled the other boy into a relaxed state.
“You should be.”
Jongup moved his fingers down to Yongguk’s temples, rubbing the furrows away.
“I’m not,” he repeated. “What’s your job?”
Yongguk let out a deep breath and pushed himself up on the table. He grabbed Jongup’s arms, locking him in place so that he couldn’t escape.
“I do bad things,” he said slowly. “For money.”
His mouth dropping open in shock, Jongup shook his head and tried in vain to get out of his hold. “Wh-What are you saying?” He wildly swung his body around, the other boy’s body much too strong for him to overpower.
He frowned. "Someone calls me up and tells me what they want done and I do it. Doesn't matter if it's right or wrong."
Yongguk spread his legs to the side and pulled Jongup into his chest. “I didn’t want to tell you,” he muttered into his hair. “Now you hate me.” He wrapped his arms around Jongup’s waist and held on tightly. “Please don’t be scared of me.”
Realizing his struggling was useless, Jongup closed his eyes and thought for a moment.
“Why do you do it?” he finally asked.
“Money,” he answered. “I get more money than I could ever dream of.”
“Is that why you’re always coming to see me? Your job stresses you?”
Yongguk chuckled, the sound vibrating through Jongup’s chest. “That's part of it.”
His heart started to pound wildly in his chest and Jongup was sure the whole apartment building could hear it.
“If you want me to leave, then just tell me and I'll go,” Yongguk whispered, his hand sliding up the slope of Jongup’s bare back. “I just wanted you to know the truth before…” He trailed off, his hand reaching the nape of Jongup’s neck. He pulled his head back and looked the smaller boy in the eye. “Before anything happened between us.”
Jongup bit his lip. “I’m not a toy,” he mumbled. “You can’t just play with me and then throw me away when you’re done.”
Laughter boomed out of Yongguk’s lips. “I can guarantee you that I would never get sick of you.”
His brain told him this was stupid; that he should tell him to leave. But he had seen and talked to this man every week for months now and he had never known him to be anything but gentle and kind. Maybe he was just exaggerating what his job was. Jongup knew it was a stretch, but he wanted this more than he’d ever wanted anything and didn’t want to give up before it even got started. Did that make him pathetic? He didn't care.
“Stay,” he finally answered. “I want you to stay.”
Yongguk looked surprised, but quickly covered it with a wide smile. “Good.” He nodded. “I don’t think I could have left you alone anyhow.”
Jongup opened his mouth to scoff but was silenced when those thick lips he had been dreaming about were suddenly pressed against his. Yongguk tasted faintly of cigarettes, but it didn’t gross him out like it should have. It just made him realize even more that this was real.
The elder boy deepened the kiss, slanting his mouth to the side as he opened his lips to him.
Jongup tentatively brought his hands shyly up to his neck, encircling it and groaning when the action caused Yongguk to draw his body even closer. Their chests pressed against each other’s, Yongguk taking advantage of the lack of awareness from the other boy to slip his tongue into his mouth, drawing a moan from his lips.
“You’re going to have to stop me,” he breathed against him. He rubbed his thumb in slow circles against the shaking hipbone as he pulled away and pressed their foreheads together. “Or I’m not going to be able to.”
Jongup shook his head. “Don’t stop,” he pleaded. “Please.”
Yongguk stared at him intensely for a second, before growling deep in his throat. He grabbed the back of his head and jerked him back towards his lips, not wasting any more time. His tongue plunged deep within Jongup’s mouth, tangling messily with his own.
He disconnected them when he needed to take a breath, skimming his lips down the side of the smaller boy’s jaw and across his neck, finally coming to land on his shoulder.
“I’ve wanted to touch you like this for months,” he mumbled, sucking the skin up into his mouth and scraping his teeth across it.
Jongup whined and threw his head back, his hands entangling into the soft blonde locks. He could feel his legs start to grow weak under him as the hand on his hip slipped inside his pajama pants, Yongguk’s fingers slowly tracing the hem of his boxers.
“I’m going to give you a choice here, Jongup,” Yongguk told him, kissing his way down his chest. He skimmed over his nipple, coming back to circle it with his tongue.
“What?” Jongup panted out, all the blood in his body already starting to pool in one area. He hadn’t been touched like this in ages and never by someone as dark and mysterious as Yongguk.
“We can do this the slow and easy way or the rough way,” he informed him, not pulling away from his body just yet. His hands came to rest on the top of Jongup’s pants, his thumbs hooking into them. “Personally, I prefer the rough way,” he teased, tugging them gently over his hips and letting them fall to the ground around his feet.
Jongup nodded frantically. “Me too,” he quickly agreed, kicking the pants away from him.
Taking the opportunity while they were separated, Yongguk hopped off the table and picked Jongup up, slamming him onto it.
“Good.” His voice was low again as he pulled Jongup’s thighs tight around his waist. “That was what I wanted to hear.” His warm hands rested heavily on Jongup’s sides as he ground their lower halves harshly against each other’s.
Jongup whimpered into his mouth at the feel of his hips rubbing in circles against his own. “Touch me,” he said, reaching back to disconnect one of the hands clenched onto him. He brought it back around and pressed the palm firmly against his bulge, causing his body to jerk back.
“Beg me,” Yongguk ordered, barely brushing against him.
“Please!” He dropped his head against his chest and bucked his hips up when he felt hot breath blow against him through the thin cotton. “Oh god, please!”
“More,” the older boy told him, dragging his boxers off and letting his erection pop free. He wrapped his hand around it and waited for the words he was wanting.
“Please touch me, Yongguk.” Jongup was almost in tears at the feeling of his lips brushing softly against the tip, but not hard enough to bring him the pleasure he was looking for. “P-Please!”
Yongguk grinned up at him before darting his tongue out and licking a stripe up the side, his lips enveloping the tip.
He knew exactly what he was doing, not even giving himself time to relax his throat before lowering his head and taking all of Jongup inside.
Jongup’s eyes fluttered closed as his length was surrounded by the tight, wet heat of the other’s mouth, his hands instinctually digging into the blonde hair and holding him in place.
A rumble vibrated through his body as Yongguk hummed around him. “Yongguk!” Jongup’s mouth let loose with a flurry of words that Yongguk wasn’t even aware he knew as he bobbed his head up and down over him.
Three fingers pressed against his lips as Yongguk removed his mouth long enough to order him to suck. Jongup grabbed his wrist and held it tightly, coating the slim digits with as much saliva as possible.
He accidentally bit down when Yongguk sucked painfully hard around him, the other boy hissing at the pain.
“Careful Jongup,” he teased, his eyes sparkling as he grinned around his cock. He removed his fingers and pushed Jongup back onto the table, leaning over the side of his trembling body. “Bite me and I bite back, baby.”
He attached his lips back on the smooth, pale neck of the younger boy and nudged his legs apart. Jongup swung his head to the side when he felt Yongguk’s finger enter him in one push, not even going slowly to give him time to get used to it.
“You said you wanted it rough,” Yongguk murmured into his ear, biting down on the lobe. He quickly added the second finger, his tongue trying to distract the other boy from the pain coursing through his body.
“You want me to stop?” he asked worriedly when a tear worked its way out of the corner of his eye.
“N-NO,” Jongup muttered out through gritted teeth, spreading his legs apart even more to give him more room. “Keep going or I’ll punch you.”
Yongguk bit back a smile, lowering his lips to kiss his frown away. He let out a relieved breath when Jongup moaned into his mouth as he started scissoring his fingers inside of him, stretching him as much as possible before he lost control and took him.
He entered the third finger slowly this time, not wanting to seriously hurt him. Although he really didn’t have to worry, if the way Jongup was writhing and moaning under his touches was any indication.
Jongup reached down and stilled his hand, shaking his head weakly at him.
“I-I’m ready,” he stuttered, focusing his bleary eyes on Yongguk’s bright ones. “I want you inside of me. Now.”
Yongguk felt his dick harden even more at the quiet boy’s blunt words. He pulled him up and brought him flush against his body. “This is going to hurt,” he warned.
“Fine.”
The blonde boy grew impatient, slamming his back against the wall and smiling sadistically at him.
“You’re probably going to have to call in to work again tomorrow, Jongup,” he told him, aligning himself with his entrance.
Jongup’s head cracked painfully hard against the wall behind him as the tip of Yongguk’s cock entered inside of him.
“Do you want to know why?” Yongguk continued, his voice strained as he tried his hardest to control himself. He hadn’t been with someone since he had first spotted Jongup four months ago and that was the longest dry run he’d ever had.
A whine burst out of the pretty, puckered lips as a response, making Yongguk glad he had waited for this. A needy Jongup was fucking beautiful.
Yongguk finally had him seated fully on top of him, face buried against Jongup’s damp neck. He wanted to give him time to adjust, but Jongup was already arching his body against the wall, trying to gain friction.
“Goddamn, Jongup.” He clenched his hands over the slim hips and dug his nails in. “If I had known you were going to be like this, I would have fucked you weeks ago.”
He let loose with a bruising pace, not even bothering to take it slow. They both knew this was how they needed it anyways.
Every jerk of his hips forced Jongup backwards, the walls starting to shake with their movements.
A picture fell off the wall beside them, crashing to the ground and making Yongguk chuckle against the heated skin. He nipped playfully at Jongup’s collarbone, the boy’s body growing tighter in his arms as he finally started to loosen up and enjoy himself.
“Harder,” he begged, his arms pressing down over Yongguk’s shoulders, trying to force his body up even more. “Fuck me harder!”
This was what Yongguk had been waiting for, pulling himself out completely and dropping Jongup’s legs to the ground.
“Turn around,” he ordered, grabbing his shoulders and spinning him around to face the wall. “Bend over.”
Jongup complied, eagerly arching his back and raising his ass into the air. He placed his hands on the wall and turned around to face Yongguk.
“You never told me why I would have to call in tomorrow,” he smirked, raising an eyebrow at him.
Yongguk snarled and attacked, shoving himself back inside and fucking him with reckless abandonment.
“You little fuck,” he hissed into his ear, reaching up to entangle their hands together. “You should have told me you were such a slut.”
Jongup was unable to reply, his head thrown back in ecstasy as Yongguk finally gave him what he had been needing.
“Harder dammit!”
“I’m going hard!” Yongguk roared, pushing their bodies together so hard that Jongup’s erection pressed painfully against the cold wall.
Slowing his thrusts down, Yongguk concentrated on swiveling his hips and slamming forward so roughly that he worried Jongup’s ass would be bruised.
The thought was lost though as the boy underneath him screamed a broken version of his name and clenched around his dick so tightly that he flinched.
“There!” Jongup cried, pressing his ass backwards as he begged for him to do that move again.
“Here?” he teased, purposely missing the spot he knew was wanted.
Jongup was obviously frustrated as Yongguk caught mere fragments of how he would torture him when they finished if he didn’t give him what he asked for.
“Here?” he purred, making sure to hit it straight on.
His body bucking wildly, Jongup screamed at him not to stop, his hand inching between his body and the wall to stroke his neglected cock.
The whines grew higher and higher pitched as he neared his limit, Yongguk’s name howled into the air as he came hard all over the wall.
His body quivered as he rode out his orgasm, his ass squeezing around Yongguk again, this time bringing him over the edge.
“Fuck!” he cried, releasing Jongup’s hands to encircle his waist, holding him tightly until he had completely emptied himself.
Jongup still had his hands pressed against the wall as he heaved violently into his forearm, body still shaking from their activity.
“If that didn’t make you feel better, then I need to go back to medical school,” Yongguk mumbled into his neck, too spent to move.
Jongup snorted and turned his face to look up into his eyes. “Well, I am pretty sure that I’m going to have to call in to work tomorrow.”
Yongguk slid himself out of his body and lifted the exhausted boy into his arms. “Don’t worry, Doctor Bang is here to make sure you recover in no time.” He smiled against his lips, kicking open the bathroom door. “First we’ll get you clean and then it’s strict bed rest for you. Got it?”
“Will you give me medicine?” Jongup asked innocently as Yongguk set him down on the counter so he could lean over and turn the shower on. He bit his lip and blinked his eyes when Yongguk turned his attention back to him. “I liked Doctor Bang’s medicine.”
Yongguk’s lips twitched into a grin. “I think that could be arranged.”
Rated: M
Length: 6K
“Your eleven o’clock is waiting for you,” Mina called to Jongup as he exited the bathroom. He nodded at the secretary and gave his patient a few more minutes to get themselves comfortable on the bed before he entered the room.
An elderly woman lay sprawled out on her stomach, face buried into the table, sheet covering her lower half.
“Hello Mrs. Woo,” Jongup greeted her happily, dimming the lights to make her more comfortable, “how have you been today?”
“Good morning sweetheart!” she cooed. “I’ve been doing pretty good lately. My shoulders have been slightly hurting, though. Do you think you could work mainly on them today?”
He agreed, opening a bottle of massage oil and pouring a small amount on his hands.
Their half hour session flew by quickly with the both of them discussing their lives with each other. Mrs. Woo complained to Jongup about her grandson who was getting into trouble at school and she didn’t know what to do about it. Jongup tried to describe the plot to the book he had just finished reading.
He always enjoyed Mrs. Woo’s weekly visits with him since she was always very chatty and made him laugh with her stories. Jongup always tried to draw people into a conversation while he worked on them because it usually made them feel more comfortable and when they relaxed then their muscles also relaxed.
A bell dinged, letting them know their time was up. Jongup grabbed a towel to gently wipe down Mrs. Woo’s back.
“I’ll go out while you get dressed,” he told her, cleaning his oily hands off. “Thank you for coming and I hope to see you next week!”
He headed towards the break room to rest for a little bit and grab a snack before his next appointment. The stress on his hands was rough, but he enjoyed his job and wouldn’t want to be doing anything else.
“Your 12 is here.” Mina popped her head through the doorway and grinned. “It’s him again.”
Jongup froze, water bottle halfway to his mouth and gave Mina a terrified look. “But he’s not scheduled to come back until next week!”
She shrugged and winked at him. “He called this morning and asked if we could squeeze him in.”
“Why didn’t you give him to Daehyun? I was already booked up today.”
She grinned. “Not anymore. We gave Daehyun your 12 o’clock.”
He frowned. “Why would you do that?”
“Because,” she looked around behind her before coming closer to whisper in his ear, “he said he only wanted you.”
His jaw dropped at the news. Mina waggled her eyebrows and pushed Jongup out the door. “Don’t let him wait long and make sure you pick your jaw up before you go in.”
Jongup gulped when he reached the door to his massage room. Behind this two inch thick door was a very under dressed, very sexy, very mysterious man.
And he only wanted Jongup’s hands to touch him.
This made him feel proud of his work. He had trained long and hard to be a masseuse and he took his job very seriously.
But at times like this, when he was about to run his fingers across the tanned, smooth skin of the man inside? Well, he wondered why he didn’t choose to go to business school like his brother.
He opened the door and peered inside, mentally whimpering at the sight of the larger, leaner blonde man that was face down on his table.
“Hello Mr. Bang.” Jongup tried not to let his nerves come through in his voice. The other man always seemed to make him raise his guard and he hated it.
The almost naked boy on the table merely grunted in reply, his bare shoulders pulling together as he made himself comfortable.
“Are you hurting somewhere in particular today?” Jongup asked, grabbing the coconut scented oil automatically. Mr. Bang had told him once that he didn’t like the stronger smells because they gave him headaches. So Jongup had purchased this bottle specifically for his visits. “I didn’t have you on my schedule until next week.”
The long, toned back tensed at his question.
“Rough day,” the deep voice answered back. He reached up behind him and pointed to his lower back. “This hurts.”
Jongup pressed his fingers lightly into the spot. “Right here?”
The blonde haired boy nodded, laying his arm back beside his head.
Working his magic, Jongup soon had the knot under his hands softened and relaxed. He glanced up at the clock and saw that they still had fifteen minutes together until his time was up.
“Are you hurting anywhere else, Mr. Bang?” he asked brightly, running his thumbs firmly up his bumpy spine.
The other boy let out a low moan under his breath when Jongup’s skilled fingers brushed across the nape of his neck.
“There!” he replied quickly. “Right there!”
Alternating between stroking the creamy skin and digging his palms into the broad shoulders, Jongup knew he was making his body feel amazing by the sounds coming out of his mouth.
“Why are you so quiet today?” the elder boy murmured a few minutes later, turning his head so that he could look directly at him. “Usually you don’t shut up.”
Jongup could feel his face turn red at the blunt words. “I-I didn’t want to bother you,” he answered. “You never talk back to me so I figured I should stop.”
Mr. Bang laughed, the sound hitting Jongup right in the pit of his stomach.
“I keep requesting you, don’t I?” He glanced up at the clock and frowned. “We only have a few minutes left. I need to get going anyways.” He pulled the sheet off and stood up, making Jongup’s eyes widen at the sight of his naked chest.
“I can leave you alone!” he blurted, turning to stare at the wall. “You don’t have to get dressed with me in the room!” He knew the sight of Mr. Bang’s muscular body and deep six-pack would be etched into his mind for weeks to come.
Mr. Bang only grinned behind his back as he pulled on his dark jeans and blue pull-over, not even bothering to wipe the oil off. He reached into his pocket and pulled his wallet out, drawing out a large wad of cash - almost as much as the actual appointment cost. Taking a step towards Jongup, he grabbed the tightly clenched fist and uncurled the fingers, pressing the money into it.
“Th-Thank you, Mr. Bang.” Jongup didn’t look down to see how much he had been given, but he knew it was a lot since the other boy always tipped him more than was necessary. “I hope you have a great day!”
“Doubt it,” he snorted, opening the door to leave. “And it’s Yongguk,” he told him quietly. “You can call me Yongguk.”
“Good-bye Yongguk,” Jongup called weakly, looking down at the money stuffed into his palm. His eyes bugged out at the amount. It was enough to pay a whole week’s worth of rent!
Not for the first time he wondered just what exactly Mr. Bang - Yongguk - did for a living.
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It wasn’t as if he had never asked his patient about his life. In the four months that Yongguk had been coming to the massage parlor he worked at, he had tried making conversation with him at every single visit.
At first the other man had ignored his questions about his personal life, always changing the subject to something neutral. But over time he started teasing the smaller boy, making up silly answers to all of his questions.
When asked what he did for a living, he replied that he was a taster for a pickle factory. If Jongup asked him where he grew up at, Yongguk claimed to be from Transylvania.
Finally Jongup just decided to give up, which was why he was so quiet at this last visit. He figured his attempts at polite conversation were annoying to the other boy and he didn’t want to anger him.
“How was Mr. Sexy?” Mina asked as they put their coats and scarves on at closing time. “I noticed he came out fully dressed while you were still in the room." Her lips twitched. “Mixing business with pleasure?”
He huffed and playfully pushed her as she locked the doors behind them. “He just flew off the table before I could leave! What was I supposed to do?”
She winked. “Asking him to remove his underwear would be my first guess.”
Jongup curled his lip and gave her a glare. “Way to be professional.”
She shrugged. “Ain’t no way that man wants you to be professional with him, Jongup. It’s kind of obvious.”
He rolled his eyes and turned towards the subway. “Go home and take a cold shower. You need it.”
His apartment was only seven blocks from the parlor, but it was so cold that night that he didn’t feel like making the long trek home. Plus, he had an unexpected chunk of cash in his pocket and it wouldn’t hurt to use a little bit of it for the train.
Thank goodness it was the weekend, he thought to himself as he peeled his extra layers off and dropped down ungracefully onto the couch. He was exhausted and his throat had been hurting for a few days. These two wonderful days off would be put to good use with him lounging lazily on his couch.
By Monday though, his sore throat had morphed into a full-on winter cold, complete with a hacking cough and achy body.
He hated having to call into work, but he figured the customers wouldn’t appreciate him sneezing and coughing all over their naked bodies.
On Tuesday he was feeling a little bit better, but his fever was still a few degrees above normal.
“Aw honey,” Mina cooed over the phone as he had to call in again, “today was your day with Mr. Sexy. I’ll have to give him to Daehyun instead.”
Jongup flinched at the thought of his overly flirty co-worker touching Yongguk, but there was nothing he could do about it.
He threw himself back onto his bed and closed his eyes, wanting to sleep the day away again.
The phone ringing woke him up later that day. He blearily rubbed his eyes and glanced at his clock. It was almost four pm and he had slept the entire morning without moving once.
“Yeah?” he mumbled, eyes drooping as he tried to wake himself up.
“I’m sorry.” Mina’s voice was more upset than he had ever heard it, causing his heart to pound in fright. “I’m sorry, Jongup. I didn’t-“
“What happened?” he demanded, now fully awake. “Are you okay?”
She continued as if she hadn’t even heard his question. “He threw a screaming fit and ordered me to tell him and he was so scary and I’m sorry!”
“What are you talking about?” he asked, rubbing his head. The deep sleep must have helped him more than he realized. The sore body and need to cough his lungs up was gone and now he just felt hungry.
“Mr. Bang!” she shrieked into the phone. “He refused to see Daehyun and said that he would only go to you and when I told him you had called in, he freaked out and made me give him your address!”
Jongup felt all the blood escape from his face at her words. “You told him… Where I live?” he hissed, jumping up from his bed and wincing at the dizziness it caused. “Are you stupid?”
He looked down and groaned when he realized he was only wearing his underwear. There was a pair of pajama pants that might or might not have been clean on the edge of his bed, but he didn’t care, grabbing them and shoving a leg inside.
“You weren’t here, Jongup!” She defended herself. “You didn’t see how terrifying he was!”
A knock on his door interrupted them. He froze and stared at it in horror.
“I have to go, Mina,” he said breathlessly, clicking his phone off and throwing it down.
He licked his dry lips and took a step forward.
The drum on the door was rougher this time, as if the person on the other side was losing patience.
Shakily turning the lock, Jongup cracked it open just a sliver to peer outside.
And lost his breath at the sight of a frantic Yongguk staring back at him.
“W-What are you doing here?” Jongup asked warily, glad he had kept the chain attached to the door so that the taller boy couldn’t push his way inside.
Yongguk’s eyes softened at the quiet question. “I was worried about you,” he answered, his voice gruff. “Can I come in?”
Jongup bit his lip. “I don’t know if I’m allowed to socialize with people I work on.”
A plump lip twitched at his words. “I promise I won’t tell if you don’t.”
Nodding slowly, Jongup shut the door and undid the chain. He pulled it back open and stared embarrassedly down at his feet, missing the gulp the other boy made when he saw his lack of clothing.
“The girl at the desk said you were sick. What’s wrong?”
Jongup chewed on his cheek. “Just a cold,” he answered, lifting his eyes to look into Yongguk’s worried ones. “Why are you here?”
“I wanted to make sure you were okay,” Yongguk answered honestly. “They tried to stick me with that skinny kid that’s always winking at me.” He shuddered. “One time he even purposely tripped just to fall against me. I think he touched my dick.”
Covering his mouth, Jongup tried to hide his laughter. Daehyun was the store’s known slut and would hit on anyone, regardless of gender, as long as he found them attractive.
Yongguk grinned widely at Jongup’s giggles, his expression happier than Jongup had ever seen it.
“You seem okay to me,” he accused, tilting his head to the side. “Are you sure you just didn’t call in because you knew I was scheduled today?”
“Of course not!” Jongup screeched, offended that he would even ask that. “I was sick when I woke up, but I took a nap and I feel better now!”
Yongguk’s eyes slid over the fold-up massage table Jongup kept in his apartment for emergencies.
“So can I have my massage then?”
“N-Now?” Jongup sucked his lips into his mouth and took a step backwards. He wasn’t even wearing a damn shirt at the moment and this man wants them to be shirtless together? What was he thinking?!
“Sure.” Yongguk reached behind him to pull his shirt off, dropping it to the floor beside him, Jongup's saliva filling his mouth at the appearance of the muscular chest. “I’m here and you said yourself you feel fine.” He stepped towards the suddenly nervous boy and nodded towards the table. “I promise I’ll pay you more than you normally receive.”
“I don’t think…” Jongup protested, words dying in his throat at the unexpected pout on the blonde boys lips. Did big scary Bang Yongguk just give him a puppy dog face?! “O-Okay,” he relented, knowing the other boy was used to getting his way and wouldn’t give up till he got it.
He dragged the table out and unfolded it on the living room floor, holding his hand to his temple as another wave of dizziness came over him.
Yongguk caught him as he stumbled, wrapping him securely in his arms. “Whoa there. Are you alright?”
Jongup waved him off. “Just haven’t eaten much this weekend,” he said, patting the table. “I’m fine. Get on.”
Ignoring him, Yongguk walked past him into the kitchen, rummaging his way through the cabinets as if he owned the place.
“What are you doing?”
“Do you never go grocery shopping?” Yongguk tsked at him, finally finding a package of ramen in the back of the cabinet. “God, I even have more food than this at my apartment and I’m never even home.”
“I’ve been busy!” Jongup spoke up defensively. “By the time I get off of work I’m too tired to go shopping so I just grab something on the way home.”
Yongguk pushed him back towards the couch and shoved him down onto it. “Relax. I’ll fix you some dinner and then we’ll get back to business.” He winked, turning back to his cooking, missing the blanched look on the smaller boy’s face.
He watched him as he cooked contentedly at the stove, the tight back muscles rippling as he reached up onto the shelf to grab a bowl. Jongup let his eyes drift down to his ass, unconsciously licking his lips at how well his jeans fit him.
“Do you want to eat at the table, or the couch?” Yongguk’s voice knocked him out of his thoughts, with Jongup praying he hadn’t just noticed how he was eating him alive with his eyes just now.
“H-Here is fine,” he answered, sitting up and grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch to pull around his shoulders.
Yongguk carefully handed him the steaming bowl before taking a seat beside him on the couch, a lot closer than Jongup was comfortable with. He leaned back and propped his feet up on the coffee table before grabbing the remote and turning the TV on.
“You like baseball?” he asked, turning it to a game.
“Not really,” Jongup answered honestly.
Turning to give him an amused grin, Yongguk shrugged and placed his arm on the back of the couch, behind Jongup’s head. “Too bad. I cooked for you; I get to choose the show.”
It was his TV and he could have spoken up, but Jongup just rolled his eyes and turned his attention to his food. He was starving and had a hard time not burning his tongue as he shoved the noodles into his mouth. They weren’t bad, a little rubbery, but it was the first time someone had offered to cook for him and that kind of made it the best meal ever.
When he had finished the entire bowl off and even tilted it up to drink the leftover broth, he leaned back and looked happily up at the boy next to him.
“That was delicious,” he said, rubbing his stomach. “I was starving.”
“I could tell,” Yongguk replied, taking the bowl from him and placing it on the coffee table. He switched the TV off and grinned, pulling Jongup to his feet. “My turn,” he said happily, leading them over to the table in the corner.
Jongup watched wide-eyed as Yongguk deftly undid the button his jeans and pulled them over his hips. He kicked them off his feet and jumped up onto the table, wiggling his body as he got into position.
All Jongup could see was the outline of his ass in his boxer briefs and he blushed, looking around for a blanket to cover him with.
“Well,” Yongguk asked, propping himself up on his side when Jongup didn’t start, “are you going to do it?”
“I’m looking for a sheet,” Jongup answered, his voice sounding thick in his ears. “To cover you.”
Yongguk’s eyes lowered down to look at his body. “I’m fine,” he said, lying back down. “Just start.”
Jongup moved next to the table and let his fingers run softly across his back, a sigh of relaxation escaping the blonde boy’s lips.
“Why do you get so tensed all the time?” he asked, smoothing over his shoulders, searching for a knot. “You have more bunched-up muscles than anyone I’ve ever seen before.”
The body under his froze, making Jongup think he had asked the wrong question. “Just stress,” Yongguk finally answered.
Jongup could tell the question had bothered him so he changed the subject.
“Why won’t you tell me what you do for a living?” he asked again, for the hundredth time since they had met.
Yongguk sighed, turning his face over to look at him. “You wouldn’t like the answer, Jongup.”
His face burned at the sound of his name coming from those sinful lips. He didn't know if he had ever heard him say it before.
“Why?”
“Because then you’d be scared of me.” Yongguk flipped his head over, blocking him from seeing the tiredness in his eyes. “And you’re the only person I don’t want frightened of me.”
Jongup frowned at his words, wondering what he meant. He walked his fingers across his shoulders and into his hair, scratching gently over his scalp.
“I’m not scared of you, Yongguk,” he murmured, leaning over to whisper in his ear.
A groan was his answer as his motions lulled the other boy into a relaxed state.
“You should be.”
Jongup moved his fingers down to Yongguk’s temples, rubbing the furrows away.
“I’m not,” he repeated. “What’s your job?”
Yongguk let out a deep breath and pushed himself up on the table. He grabbed Jongup’s arms, locking him in place so that he couldn’t escape.
“I do bad things,” he said slowly. “For money.”
His mouth dropping open in shock, Jongup shook his head and tried in vain to get out of his hold. “Wh-What are you saying?” He wildly swung his body around, the other boy’s body much too strong for him to overpower.
He frowned. "Someone calls me up and tells me what they want done and I do it. Doesn't matter if it's right or wrong."
Yongguk spread his legs to the side and pulled Jongup into his chest. “I didn’t want to tell you,” he muttered into his hair. “Now you hate me.” He wrapped his arms around Jongup’s waist and held on tightly. “Please don’t be scared of me.”
Realizing his struggling was useless, Jongup closed his eyes and thought for a moment.
“Why do you do it?” he finally asked.
“Money,” he answered. “I get more money than I could ever dream of.”
“Is that why you’re always coming to see me? Your job stresses you?”
Yongguk chuckled, the sound vibrating through Jongup’s chest. “That's part of it.”
His heart started to pound wildly in his chest and Jongup was sure the whole apartment building could hear it.
“If you want me to leave, then just tell me and I'll go,” Yongguk whispered, his hand sliding up the slope of Jongup’s bare back. “I just wanted you to know the truth before…” He trailed off, his hand reaching the nape of Jongup’s neck. He pulled his head back and looked the smaller boy in the eye. “Before anything happened between us.”
Jongup bit his lip. “I’m not a toy,” he mumbled. “You can’t just play with me and then throw me away when you’re done.”
Laughter boomed out of Yongguk’s lips. “I can guarantee you that I would never get sick of you.”
His brain told him this was stupid; that he should tell him to leave. But he had seen and talked to this man every week for months now and he had never known him to be anything but gentle and kind. Maybe he was just exaggerating what his job was. Jongup knew it was a stretch, but he wanted this more than he’d ever wanted anything and didn’t want to give up before it even got started. Did that make him pathetic? He didn't care.
“Stay,” he finally answered. “I want you to stay.”
Yongguk looked surprised, but quickly covered it with a wide smile. “Good.” He nodded. “I don’t think I could have left you alone anyhow.”
Jongup opened his mouth to scoff but was silenced when those thick lips he had been dreaming about were suddenly pressed against his. Yongguk tasted faintly of cigarettes, but it didn’t gross him out like it should have. It just made him realize even more that this was real.
The elder boy deepened the kiss, slanting his mouth to the side as he opened his lips to him.
Jongup tentatively brought his hands shyly up to his neck, encircling it and groaning when the action caused Yongguk to draw his body even closer. Their chests pressed against each other’s, Yongguk taking advantage of the lack of awareness from the other boy to slip his tongue into his mouth, drawing a moan from his lips.
“You’re going to have to stop me,” he breathed against him. He rubbed his thumb in slow circles against the shaking hipbone as he pulled away and pressed their foreheads together. “Or I’m not going to be able to.”
Jongup shook his head. “Don’t stop,” he pleaded. “Please.”
Yongguk stared at him intensely for a second, before growling deep in his throat. He grabbed the back of his head and jerked him back towards his lips, not wasting any more time. His tongue plunged deep within Jongup’s mouth, tangling messily with his own.
He disconnected them when he needed to take a breath, skimming his lips down the side of the smaller boy’s jaw and across his neck, finally coming to land on his shoulder.
“I’ve wanted to touch you like this for months,” he mumbled, sucking the skin up into his mouth and scraping his teeth across it.
Jongup whined and threw his head back, his hands entangling into the soft blonde locks. He could feel his legs start to grow weak under him as the hand on his hip slipped inside his pajama pants, Yongguk’s fingers slowly tracing the hem of his boxers.
“I’m going to give you a choice here, Jongup,” Yongguk told him, kissing his way down his chest. He skimmed over his nipple, coming back to circle it with his tongue.
“What?” Jongup panted out, all the blood in his body already starting to pool in one area. He hadn’t been touched like this in ages and never by someone as dark and mysterious as Yongguk.
“We can do this the slow and easy way or the rough way,” he informed him, not pulling away from his body just yet. His hands came to rest on the top of Jongup’s pants, his thumbs hooking into them. “Personally, I prefer the rough way,” he teased, tugging them gently over his hips and letting them fall to the ground around his feet.
Jongup nodded frantically. “Me too,” he quickly agreed, kicking the pants away from him.
Taking the opportunity while they were separated, Yongguk hopped off the table and picked Jongup up, slamming him onto it.
“Good.” His voice was low again as he pulled Jongup’s thighs tight around his waist. “That was what I wanted to hear.” His warm hands rested heavily on Jongup’s sides as he ground their lower halves harshly against each other’s.
Jongup whimpered into his mouth at the feel of his hips rubbing in circles against his own. “Touch me,” he said, reaching back to disconnect one of the hands clenched onto him. He brought it back around and pressed the palm firmly against his bulge, causing his body to jerk back.
“Beg me,” Yongguk ordered, barely brushing against him.
“Please!” He dropped his head against his chest and bucked his hips up when he felt hot breath blow against him through the thin cotton. “Oh god, please!”
“More,” the older boy told him, dragging his boxers off and letting his erection pop free. He wrapped his hand around it and waited for the words he was wanting.
“Please touch me, Yongguk.” Jongup was almost in tears at the feeling of his lips brushing softly against the tip, but not hard enough to bring him the pleasure he was looking for. “P-Please!”
Yongguk grinned up at him before darting his tongue out and licking a stripe up the side, his lips enveloping the tip.
He knew exactly what he was doing, not even giving himself time to relax his throat before lowering his head and taking all of Jongup inside.
Jongup’s eyes fluttered closed as his length was surrounded by the tight, wet heat of the other’s mouth, his hands instinctually digging into the blonde hair and holding him in place.
A rumble vibrated through his body as Yongguk hummed around him. “Yongguk!” Jongup’s mouth let loose with a flurry of words that Yongguk wasn’t even aware he knew as he bobbed his head up and down over him.
Three fingers pressed against his lips as Yongguk removed his mouth long enough to order him to suck. Jongup grabbed his wrist and held it tightly, coating the slim digits with as much saliva as possible.
He accidentally bit down when Yongguk sucked painfully hard around him, the other boy hissing at the pain.
“Careful Jongup,” he teased, his eyes sparkling as he grinned around his cock. He removed his fingers and pushed Jongup back onto the table, leaning over the side of his trembling body. “Bite me and I bite back, baby.”
He attached his lips back on the smooth, pale neck of the younger boy and nudged his legs apart. Jongup swung his head to the side when he felt Yongguk’s finger enter him in one push, not even going slowly to give him time to get used to it.
“You said you wanted it rough,” Yongguk murmured into his ear, biting down on the lobe. He quickly added the second finger, his tongue trying to distract the other boy from the pain coursing through his body.
“You want me to stop?” he asked worriedly when a tear worked its way out of the corner of his eye.
“N-NO,” Jongup muttered out through gritted teeth, spreading his legs apart even more to give him more room. “Keep going or I’ll punch you.”
Yongguk bit back a smile, lowering his lips to kiss his frown away. He let out a relieved breath when Jongup moaned into his mouth as he started scissoring his fingers inside of him, stretching him as much as possible before he lost control and took him.
He entered the third finger slowly this time, not wanting to seriously hurt him. Although he really didn’t have to worry, if the way Jongup was writhing and moaning under his touches was any indication.
Jongup reached down and stilled his hand, shaking his head weakly at him.
“I-I’m ready,” he stuttered, focusing his bleary eyes on Yongguk’s bright ones. “I want you inside of me. Now.”
Yongguk felt his dick harden even more at the quiet boy’s blunt words. He pulled him up and brought him flush against his body. “This is going to hurt,” he warned.
“Fine.”
The blonde boy grew impatient, slamming his back against the wall and smiling sadistically at him.
“You’re probably going to have to call in to work again tomorrow, Jongup,” he told him, aligning himself with his entrance.
Jongup’s head cracked painfully hard against the wall behind him as the tip of Yongguk’s cock entered inside of him.
“Do you want to know why?” Yongguk continued, his voice strained as he tried his hardest to control himself. He hadn’t been with someone since he had first spotted Jongup four months ago and that was the longest dry run he’d ever had.
A whine burst out of the pretty, puckered lips as a response, making Yongguk glad he had waited for this. A needy Jongup was fucking beautiful.
Yongguk finally had him seated fully on top of him, face buried against Jongup’s damp neck. He wanted to give him time to adjust, but Jongup was already arching his body against the wall, trying to gain friction.
“Goddamn, Jongup.” He clenched his hands over the slim hips and dug his nails in. “If I had known you were going to be like this, I would have fucked you weeks ago.”
He let loose with a bruising pace, not even bothering to take it slow. They both knew this was how they needed it anyways.
Every jerk of his hips forced Jongup backwards, the walls starting to shake with their movements.
A picture fell off the wall beside them, crashing to the ground and making Yongguk chuckle against the heated skin. He nipped playfully at Jongup’s collarbone, the boy’s body growing tighter in his arms as he finally started to loosen up and enjoy himself.
“Harder,” he begged, his arms pressing down over Yongguk’s shoulders, trying to force his body up even more. “Fuck me harder!”
This was what Yongguk had been waiting for, pulling himself out completely and dropping Jongup’s legs to the ground.
“Turn around,” he ordered, grabbing his shoulders and spinning him around to face the wall. “Bend over.”
Jongup complied, eagerly arching his back and raising his ass into the air. He placed his hands on the wall and turned around to face Yongguk.
“You never told me why I would have to call in tomorrow,” he smirked, raising an eyebrow at him.
Yongguk snarled and attacked, shoving himself back inside and fucking him with reckless abandonment.
“You little fuck,” he hissed into his ear, reaching up to entangle their hands together. “You should have told me you were such a slut.”
Jongup was unable to reply, his head thrown back in ecstasy as Yongguk finally gave him what he had been needing.
“Harder dammit!”
“I’m going hard!” Yongguk roared, pushing their bodies together so hard that Jongup’s erection pressed painfully against the cold wall.
Slowing his thrusts down, Yongguk concentrated on swiveling his hips and slamming forward so roughly that he worried Jongup’s ass would be bruised.
The thought was lost though as the boy underneath him screamed a broken version of his name and clenched around his dick so tightly that he flinched.
“There!” Jongup cried, pressing his ass backwards as he begged for him to do that move again.
“Here?” he teased, purposely missing the spot he knew was wanted.
Jongup was obviously frustrated as Yongguk caught mere fragments of how he would torture him when they finished if he didn’t give him what he asked for.
“Here?” he purred, making sure to hit it straight on.
His body bucking wildly, Jongup screamed at him not to stop, his hand inching between his body and the wall to stroke his neglected cock.
The whines grew higher and higher pitched as he neared his limit, Yongguk’s name howled into the air as he came hard all over the wall.
His body quivered as he rode out his orgasm, his ass squeezing around Yongguk again, this time bringing him over the edge.
“Fuck!” he cried, releasing Jongup’s hands to encircle his waist, holding him tightly until he had completely emptied himself.
Jongup still had his hands pressed against the wall as he heaved violently into his forearm, body still shaking from their activity.
“If that didn’t make you feel better, then I need to go back to medical school,” Yongguk mumbled into his neck, too spent to move.
Jongup snorted and turned his face to look up into his eyes. “Well, I am pretty sure that I’m going to have to call in to work tomorrow.”
Yongguk slid himself out of his body and lifted the exhausted boy into his arms. “Don’t worry, Doctor Bang is here to make sure you recover in no time.” He smiled against his lips, kicking open the bathroom door. “First we’ll get you clean and then it’s strict bed rest for you. Got it?”
“Will you give me medicine?” Jongup asked innocently as Yongguk set him down on the counter so he could lean over and turn the shower on. He bit his lip and blinked his eyes when Yongguk turned his attention back to him. “I liked Doctor Bang’s medicine.”
Yongguk’s lips twitched into a grin. “I think that could be arranged.”