Behind the Sex - Chapter 2
Title: Behind the Sex
Fandom(s) : U-KISS
Pairing(s): KeMaru
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Romance
Warnings: Awful!English
Author's Notes: My second NaNoWriMo, and a rather bold decision, if I might say :)! Hopefully doesn't contain too much inaccuracies, and if it does, please ignore it? >_>?
Prologue :: Chapter 1
Wrapping his arms about the other's neck, Kevin leaned his head against his regular client’s somewhat broad shoulder, swaying gently from side to side. His waist was held by the two large hands with wrinkles on them, signifying the years the older had experienced.
Kevin hummed softly, placing a soft kiss on the man's neck while hearing the complaints spilling out of the other's mouth.
“She doesn't understand what I need.” The man shook his head, returning to his main point once again. “She doesn't understand that her nagging just makes things worse. Why can't she just shut up and let me let it out all at once? Have sex with her to let go of all frustrations in the process? No, she just keeps going on and doesn't get the politics I experience at work.”
He sighed, about to go on, but Kevin just wished he shut up and get on with the sex. Wasn't that the exact reason he came?
Kevin smiled softly despite himself, pressing another kiss a little higher than the previous one. Trailing up the other's neck with more sweet kisses, Kevin leaned his forehead against the man's, giggling cutely.
The man liked the light in Kevin's eyes, always so soothing with a hint of cheekiness. He then carried Kevin off his feet and placed him on bed, before climbing up the bed and straddling the younger man. Leaning lower and biting down on Kevin's ear, he felt Kevin's hands clutching his shirt tightly, mewling like a baby kitten. With an adventurous tongue licking Kevin’s earlobe, he heard the younger moan, shuddering from the tingling sensation. The man liked these sensitive reactions too, and Kevin knew it all too well.
Kevin whined quietly, a small pout visible on his face. He grinded against the man's erection, knowing exactly how to tease, and when to moan, even if he didn’t feel aroused at all. As the man removed Kevin's shirt and kissed his way down, because it was a known rule to not leave bites on a prostitute's body, Kevin wriggled a little more violently than before, his fingers winding through the balding head. Yet, he was only carefully tugging, only enough for the other to feel the supposed lust.
Better not make him bald, since he would lose one of his tactics.
There was a pause, and the man pulled away to rid himself of clothes, feeling the bulge in his pants too tight and agonizing. He removed Kevin’s pair in the same hurried and desperate way, even pulling down the last piece of clothing that hid Kevin’s beautiful naked body from his eyes.
That was the end of foreplay, rather rare in paid sex actually, Kevin thought.
Positioning himself right before Kevin’s entrance and then entering without a second of hesitation, Kevin screamed aptly - enough for the man to believe it actually hurts, but not so much as if this was his first time. The man smirked, holding onto both of Kevin legs and resting them on his shoulder so he could rock back and forth easily. Kevin moaned, then reminding himself to wriggle slightly and arch his back when the erection felt stiffer.
He jerked up suddenly, coiling his arms about the older man’s neck and then parting his quivering lips. Leaning close to the man’s ear, Kevin breathed heavily. “F-Faster…”
The man pulled himself out of Kevin till only the tip was prodding Kevin’s entrance, before slamming back in - his special definition for faster. Kevin squeezed his eyes shut and dug his nails into the man’s back, letting out a low, seductive moan.
“Kevin, lay back down.”
Kevin whined as though he didn’t want to, letting his body rest against the bed once more, fingers curled around the bed covers and clenching his jaw tightly. The man was nearing his own release, and he obviously wanted to reach it. Once Kevin was down, the easiest position to thrust into the younger boy, the man aggressively did so, climbing steadily towards his own release.
Each plunge, the friction that comes with it, was usually what really made Kevin have his own erection. Except that he has sex on such a daily basis that his body just doesn’t climax, and his patrons fortunately never seemed to mind or actually noticed.
The warmth from the load spreading like wildfire inside of him triggered a controlled moan. The loud, low groan that has a hint of forged relief, along with pants to match the older man’s breaths. The man then rode his length out, pressing a kiss on Kevin’s forehead as a wordless thanks, before heading to the bathroom.
As much as Kevin just wanted to stay comfortably on the bed, he crawled out of bed and searched for the man in the toilet. “Going back to work after this?”
“Mm.” The man sighed contentedly, and Kevin could almost hear the smile he was wearing. “Have to solve that problem I told you earlier.”
Kevin then chatted about something else with the man, waiting patiently for the man to come out from the shower and dress himself in what he wore here. It was a buttoned up shirt, with a tie he had taken off the minute he entered the hotel room, and a jacket that was left on the small chair near the door.
After the man got into his boxers and pants, Kevin meticulously slipped the belt through the four belt loops and buckled it neatly. Going one round around the man despite his naked figure, he helped the man put his arms through the long-sleeved collared shirt, buttoning them up and smiling sweetly. He then went another round, tucking the ends of the shirt into the pants and pulling out enough so the man looked his best.
“Tie.” Kevin said, hand held out and thanking the man when it was placed in his hands. Doing a half Windsor knot with practised ease, he then tighten the tie and readjusted it. “Is it loose enough?”
“Perfect, as always.” He smiled, arms already around Kevin’s waist. Leaning forward and kissing Kevin softly, he then pulled away. “Every bad day always becomes better with you.”
“You can do it, you know you can. Get back there and give those bastards a lesson.” Kevin lowered his eyelids, his smile a lot more alluring that way. He then smoothened out the crease on the shirt with a gentle swipe, wearing the man’s jacket for him and taking a step back. “There you go.”
“If only my wife could learn from you.” The man sighed, cupping Kevin’s small face with a hand. “You’re always such a soothing presence. All right, I need to rush out now. Bye.”
Kevin nodded, walking with the man to the door and sending him off like a doting wife. Ironically, he was nowhere near being a doting wife if he was doing the same things to every man, was he? Kevin closed the door and looked at his own body, the man’s cum still leaking out from his entrance. Afterall, it would be rather insulting to the customer if he cleaned himself before the man left.
Grabbing his phone and then filling the bathtub in the toilet with warm water, he sat in the empty bathtub and watched the water level slowly rise up to his chest. In the midst of waiting, Kevin pressed his quick dial button back to his headquarters - the brothel, where there are people managing the prostitutes’ schedules for them.
“What time is my next schedule?” Kevin asked as soon as the person on the other line picked up the phone, expecting the receiver to recognise his voice. He had been in this business for way too long, afterall.
“In forty five minutes, remember to change a room.” The usual reminder, although Kevin doesn’t believe anyone would seriously forget such a basic rule.
The phone line went dead a second after, though Kevin wasn’t sure if he or the receiver was quicker this time. Placing the phone on the ledge of the sink, he then looked at his erection that was slowly easing away. Sighing softly, feeling his nerves relaxing with this calming warmth, he let out a heartfelt faint smile.
A good thing about being a prostitute is never worrying that you won’t have enough to eat or a place to sleep. If you were endearing enough, you could even ask your client to treat you to food, and they would usually bring you to the usual restaurants with a great variety of food.
In fact, if one didn’t know enough, Kevin looked pretty suitable for a high class restaurant.
Pushing these thoughts out of his head, he then left his arms to float on the water, resting on the water’s buoyancy. If only someone could massage his slightly aching back, enhancing his relaxation. Closing his eyes, he felt like he could slip in further and submerge himself in the warmth, because that was what love was supposed to feel like, no?
But in this life, would he ever be loved?
Love…
Gently, fatigue handed him into sleep’s arms.
-
Naps were common for Kevin, having at least five of them in a day, probably due to the number of sex he has to have a day. Checking the time, he stood at the lobby of the same hotel and idly waited. It had been exactly forty five minutes since he entered the bathroom and took a bath, then leaving about half an hour later after collecting the payment by the door, where the man usually placed the money.
The thing about this hotel was that it actually was in partnership with the brothel. The prostitutes belonging to the brothels would bring their customers over, while the hotel ensured the quality of the rooms (and more importantly, the beds) were good enough for the business men that were the usual patrons. Both parties have their earnings, yet this sort of thing was best to be kept low profile.
Kevin smiled almost instinctively when the man he was waiting for arrived - another regular, late thirties. He advanced towards the man as the man closed up the gap as well, then leaning against the older man’s body. Hugging the man’s neck, he greeted simply and pecked his lips.
The receptionist gave him a small frown, but Kevin only shook his head in response. With a hand holding the man’s wrist and then leading him to the lift, the hotel’s receptionist finally stopped staring at Kevin’s every move. As an extra condition for the partnership, Kevin had also been taught to bring the intimate actions behind closed doors so as to not scare away other guests staying in the hotel.
But then again, if he only did the warm greeting after they got into the hotel room, the process he carefully planned would be messed up.
Removing his shirt at the first instance, because the man before him was not interested in foreplay, Kevin clung onto the man and started rotating his hips against the other man, brushing against the clothed member. Smiling coyly, he breathed against the man’s ear, whispering lovey-dovey words while his hips were being restricted by the man’s hands. The man then backed him up against a wall, driving the grinding and causing it to be a lot rougher.
Kevin slid his hand and roamed the older man’s body, kissing his way down while removing the buttoned shirt. As expected of business men, afterall. Letting the man remove his unbuttoned shirt himself, he knelt down and switched their position, allowing the man to lean against the wall while he nuzzled his nose against the growing erection. Grazing his teeth gently across it, he felt a subtle twitch, and his hair being tugged fiercely.
Unaffected, Kevin undid the belt and the only button of the pants, pulling the zip down purposefully slow. The slight brush made the man shiver, and as Kevin brought the pants down along with the rather fitting underwear, he took in the man’s erection almost instantly.
“Ugh.” A low growl, as the man started thrusting into Kevin’s little mouth, loving how both rows of Kevin’s teeth scratched his sensitive skin. Kevin sucked harder, feeling the throb from the stiff length, whimpering softly. The erection pounded against the back of his mouth, gagging him, but that didn’t stop either of them.
In fact, Kevin was used to it, the urge to gag but being unable to do so.
Tongue trailing across the erected member, he clutched on the man’s hips as he tried to match his breathing to the thrusts, giving himself at least a second to take in air. Kevin hollowed his cheeks to let air pressure work its magic, the pulsating member in his mouth. Whimpering, half because he hasn't really mastered the skill of oral sex, the man soon pulled out and came all over his face.
Kevin did as he knew how, to lick up the remains from the leaking member like a little puppy wanting more water, his face with cum dripping down his chin. The man smirked at the scene, using his hand to briefly wipe away the cum and then smearing it at Kevin's entrance as if helping him feel better later. Without any warning, he entered Kevin roughly and did some short thrusts, erecting his own length once more.
With Kevin bent forward against the same wall, the two bodies rocked to a steady rhythm, the man increasing his strength with every passing second. Kevin winced, feeling a certain part in him being hit and that triggered the release of an unconscious moan.
“God.” The man bit his lower lip, immersing himself in the arousing mewls.
Kevin gasped for air, fingers curling up into a fist as if in agony. With both their perspiration evaporating into the air around them, the humid atmosphere only stimulated the older man to hurry - he never enjoyed being warm. The last shove the man did into Kevin then caused the man’s cum to fill the younger man up, and at the same time, Kevin raised his head and screamed as if in pleasure.
Supporting himself with all the strength he had left by pressing himself against the wall, the man then carried him to the bed and grinned while he placed the younger man down, comfortably on the bed. “Thanks, Kev.”
It wasn’t really tiring, but it probably was a boost to a man’s ego if Kevin looked totally worn out from “an intense sex”.
Kevin smiled faintly, and a kiss on his forehead was the indication that he did well once more. The man wore his clothes in a rush and then reached for his wallet, before bringing out a bundle of cash and then placing it on the bed. Unlike the previous man, this customer was a bachelor and a rich one at that. He also wasn’t as affectionate, pretty much paying Kevin purely because of the sex than his comforting presence.
Making sure at least ten minutes has passed, Kevin then washed himself up briefly and left the hotel room.
“Lunch time.” He whispered to his stomach, wishing it would stop growling when it’s only an hour past his usual lunch time
-
“A fish burger, please.” Kevin smiled politely, handing out the money and then leaving with his order. He was all prepared to eat within the fast food restaurant, only to realise there were too many people staring at him probably because he did look pretty stunning as an ordinary citizen.
There had to be a reason why he was one of the most popular choice for the customers, and his face was it.
This park was near the only home he had ever lived in, and he loved taking a stroll in it. Every time he walked down the stone path, it was as if he was walking down memory lane. It seemed like yesterday when there was still a tire swing hung from the second tree on the left by the entrance, and when his mother would beam at him while pushing him from the back, letting him enjoy his simple childhood.
There used to be taller bushes, and when he was feeling naughty, he would usually crawl between them so his mother couldn’t find him. Sometimes, when he was sad because someone stole his cookies, he would also lay on the grass and stare up into the sky. He used to think he would become an artist, painting beautiful scenes he had seen. He had already promised his father he would give him his very first masterpiece, a painting of the sky with many clouds, because his father was his sky. He had meant so much, so much, that he used to tell his trouble to his father rather than his mother - a daddy’s boy.
Well, except that time when he had a crush on this cute little girl in the neighbouring class, and he was in the kitchen helping his mother when he mindlessly said it out. His mother was also really dear to his heart, except that she would probably be the warmest embrace he had ever felt. When he cannot sleep at night, he goes to his mother instead, and so she shall have his second masterpiece, a little boy embraced by two arms.
Kevin also remembered his father teaching him how to fly a kite, and the young him enthusiastically ran around while pulling the string, having little concern for whether or not the kite flew. As long as he was running, the kite should be flying, Kevin once thought.
He sighed softly when the gentle breeze kissed his face, reality calling for his attention. With his pair of sharp eyes surveying the surroundings, a small smile tugged the ends of Kevin’s lips. The scene before him was pretty warm, like one from a high school drama. There was a group of girls chatting animatedly in front of him, one or two of them laughing especially loudly. A couple on a picnic mat was at the other side of the pond he was walking along, seemingly enjoying the date under the sun.
Kevin took another bite of his fish burger, smiling faintly. He was envious of them, sure he was, that they could have such ordinary bliss. Their lives were about forging relationships, while he doesn’t even have someone he could call a friend at this age. What a comparison, no? “They live a pretty fulfilling life.”
An incoming message vibrated his phone, and Kevin spared it a glance, then quickly finishing the remains of his fish burger.
Guess it’s back to business.
-
Chapter 2! Nah, none of the men mentioned was Kibum lol.
Just an insight to Kevin's job ^^
Fandom(s) : U-KISS
Pairing(s): KeMaru
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Romance
Warnings: Awful!English
Author's Notes: My second NaNoWriMo, and a rather bold decision, if I might say :)! Hopefully doesn't contain too much inaccuracies, and if it does, please ignore it? >_>?
Prologue :: Chapter 1
Wrapping his arms about the other's neck, Kevin leaned his head against his regular client’s somewhat broad shoulder, swaying gently from side to side. His waist was held by the two large hands with wrinkles on them, signifying the years the older had experienced.
Kevin hummed softly, placing a soft kiss on the man's neck while hearing the complaints spilling out of the other's mouth.
“She doesn't understand what I need.” The man shook his head, returning to his main point once again. “She doesn't understand that her nagging just makes things worse. Why can't she just shut up and let me let it out all at once? Have sex with her to let go of all frustrations in the process? No, she just keeps going on and doesn't get the politics I experience at work.”
He sighed, about to go on, but Kevin just wished he shut up and get on with the sex. Wasn't that the exact reason he came?
Kevin smiled softly despite himself, pressing another kiss a little higher than the previous one. Trailing up the other's neck with more sweet kisses, Kevin leaned his forehead against the man's, giggling cutely.
The man liked the light in Kevin's eyes, always so soothing with a hint of cheekiness. He then carried Kevin off his feet and placed him on bed, before climbing up the bed and straddling the younger man. Leaning lower and biting down on Kevin's ear, he felt Kevin's hands clutching his shirt tightly, mewling like a baby kitten. With an adventurous tongue licking Kevin’s earlobe, he heard the younger moan, shuddering from the tingling sensation. The man liked these sensitive reactions too, and Kevin knew it all too well.
Kevin whined quietly, a small pout visible on his face. He grinded against the man's erection, knowing exactly how to tease, and when to moan, even if he didn’t feel aroused at all. As the man removed Kevin's shirt and kissed his way down, because it was a known rule to not leave bites on a prostitute's body, Kevin wriggled a little more violently than before, his fingers winding through the balding head. Yet, he was only carefully tugging, only enough for the other to feel the supposed lust.
Better not make him bald, since he would lose one of his tactics.
There was a pause, and the man pulled away to rid himself of clothes, feeling the bulge in his pants too tight and agonizing. He removed Kevin’s pair in the same hurried and desperate way, even pulling down the last piece of clothing that hid Kevin’s beautiful naked body from his eyes.
That was the end of foreplay, rather rare in paid sex actually, Kevin thought.
Positioning himself right before Kevin’s entrance and then entering without a second of hesitation, Kevin screamed aptly - enough for the man to believe it actually hurts, but not so much as if this was his first time. The man smirked, holding onto both of Kevin legs and resting them on his shoulder so he could rock back and forth easily. Kevin moaned, then reminding himself to wriggle slightly and arch his back when the erection felt stiffer.
He jerked up suddenly, coiling his arms about the older man’s neck and then parting his quivering lips. Leaning close to the man’s ear, Kevin breathed heavily. “F-Faster…”
The man pulled himself out of Kevin till only the tip was prodding Kevin’s entrance, before slamming back in - his special definition for faster. Kevin squeezed his eyes shut and dug his nails into the man’s back, letting out a low, seductive moan.
“Kevin, lay back down.”
Kevin whined as though he didn’t want to, letting his body rest against the bed once more, fingers curled around the bed covers and clenching his jaw tightly. The man was nearing his own release, and he obviously wanted to reach it. Once Kevin was down, the easiest position to thrust into the younger boy, the man aggressively did so, climbing steadily towards his own release.
Each plunge, the friction that comes with it, was usually what really made Kevin have his own erection. Except that he has sex on such a daily basis that his body just doesn’t climax, and his patrons fortunately never seemed to mind or actually noticed.
The warmth from the load spreading like wildfire inside of him triggered a controlled moan. The loud, low groan that has a hint of forged relief, along with pants to match the older man’s breaths. The man then rode his length out, pressing a kiss on Kevin’s forehead as a wordless thanks, before heading to the bathroom.
As much as Kevin just wanted to stay comfortably on the bed, he crawled out of bed and searched for the man in the toilet. “Going back to work after this?”
“Mm.” The man sighed contentedly, and Kevin could almost hear the smile he was wearing. “Have to solve that problem I told you earlier.”
Kevin then chatted about something else with the man, waiting patiently for the man to come out from the shower and dress himself in what he wore here. It was a buttoned up shirt, with a tie he had taken off the minute he entered the hotel room, and a jacket that was left on the small chair near the door.
After the man got into his boxers and pants, Kevin meticulously slipped the belt through the four belt loops and buckled it neatly. Going one round around the man despite his naked figure, he helped the man put his arms through the long-sleeved collared shirt, buttoning them up and smiling sweetly. He then went another round, tucking the ends of the shirt into the pants and pulling out enough so the man looked his best.
“Tie.” Kevin said, hand held out and thanking the man when it was placed in his hands. Doing a half Windsor knot with practised ease, he then tighten the tie and readjusted it. “Is it loose enough?”
“Perfect, as always.” He smiled, arms already around Kevin’s waist. Leaning forward and kissing Kevin softly, he then pulled away. “Every bad day always becomes better with you.”
“You can do it, you know you can. Get back there and give those bastards a lesson.” Kevin lowered his eyelids, his smile a lot more alluring that way. He then smoothened out the crease on the shirt with a gentle swipe, wearing the man’s jacket for him and taking a step back. “There you go.”
“If only my wife could learn from you.” The man sighed, cupping Kevin’s small face with a hand. “You’re always such a soothing presence. All right, I need to rush out now. Bye.”
Kevin nodded, walking with the man to the door and sending him off like a doting wife. Ironically, he was nowhere near being a doting wife if he was doing the same things to every man, was he? Kevin closed the door and looked at his own body, the man’s cum still leaking out from his entrance. Afterall, it would be rather insulting to the customer if he cleaned himself before the man left.
Grabbing his phone and then filling the bathtub in the toilet with warm water, he sat in the empty bathtub and watched the water level slowly rise up to his chest. In the midst of waiting, Kevin pressed his quick dial button back to his headquarters - the brothel, where there are people managing the prostitutes’ schedules for them.
“What time is my next schedule?” Kevin asked as soon as the person on the other line picked up the phone, expecting the receiver to recognise his voice. He had been in this business for way too long, afterall.
“In forty five minutes, remember to change a room.” The usual reminder, although Kevin doesn’t believe anyone would seriously forget such a basic rule.
The phone line went dead a second after, though Kevin wasn’t sure if he or the receiver was quicker this time. Placing the phone on the ledge of the sink, he then looked at his erection that was slowly easing away. Sighing softly, feeling his nerves relaxing with this calming warmth, he let out a heartfelt faint smile.
A good thing about being a prostitute is never worrying that you won’t have enough to eat or a place to sleep. If you were endearing enough, you could even ask your client to treat you to food, and they would usually bring you to the usual restaurants with a great variety of food.
In fact, if one didn’t know enough, Kevin looked pretty suitable for a high class restaurant.
Pushing these thoughts out of his head, he then left his arms to float on the water, resting on the water’s buoyancy. If only someone could massage his slightly aching back, enhancing his relaxation. Closing his eyes, he felt like he could slip in further and submerge himself in the warmth, because that was what love was supposed to feel like, no?
But in this life, would he ever be loved?
Love…
Gently, fatigue handed him into sleep’s arms.
-
Naps were common for Kevin, having at least five of them in a day, probably due to the number of sex he has to have a day. Checking the time, he stood at the lobby of the same hotel and idly waited. It had been exactly forty five minutes since he entered the bathroom and took a bath, then leaving about half an hour later after collecting the payment by the door, where the man usually placed the money.
The thing about this hotel was that it actually was in partnership with the brothel. The prostitutes belonging to the brothels would bring their customers over, while the hotel ensured the quality of the rooms (and more importantly, the beds) were good enough for the business men that were the usual patrons. Both parties have their earnings, yet this sort of thing was best to be kept low profile.
Kevin smiled almost instinctively when the man he was waiting for arrived - another regular, late thirties. He advanced towards the man as the man closed up the gap as well, then leaning against the older man’s body. Hugging the man’s neck, he greeted simply and pecked his lips.
The receptionist gave him a small frown, but Kevin only shook his head in response. With a hand holding the man’s wrist and then leading him to the lift, the hotel’s receptionist finally stopped staring at Kevin’s every move. As an extra condition for the partnership, Kevin had also been taught to bring the intimate actions behind closed doors so as to not scare away other guests staying in the hotel.
But then again, if he only did the warm greeting after they got into the hotel room, the process he carefully planned would be messed up.
Removing his shirt at the first instance, because the man before him was not interested in foreplay, Kevin clung onto the man and started rotating his hips against the other man, brushing against the clothed member. Smiling coyly, he breathed against the man’s ear, whispering lovey-dovey words while his hips were being restricted by the man’s hands. The man then backed him up against a wall, driving the grinding and causing it to be a lot rougher.
Kevin slid his hand and roamed the older man’s body, kissing his way down while removing the buttoned shirt. As expected of business men, afterall. Letting the man remove his unbuttoned shirt himself, he knelt down and switched their position, allowing the man to lean against the wall while he nuzzled his nose against the growing erection. Grazing his teeth gently across it, he felt a subtle twitch, and his hair being tugged fiercely.
Unaffected, Kevin undid the belt and the only button of the pants, pulling the zip down purposefully slow. The slight brush made the man shiver, and as Kevin brought the pants down along with the rather fitting underwear, he took in the man’s erection almost instantly.
“Ugh.” A low growl, as the man started thrusting into Kevin’s little mouth, loving how both rows of Kevin’s teeth scratched his sensitive skin. Kevin sucked harder, feeling the throb from the stiff length, whimpering softly. The erection pounded against the back of his mouth, gagging him, but that didn’t stop either of them.
In fact, Kevin was used to it, the urge to gag but being unable to do so.
Tongue trailing across the erected member, he clutched on the man’s hips as he tried to match his breathing to the thrusts, giving himself at least a second to take in air. Kevin hollowed his cheeks to let air pressure work its magic, the pulsating member in his mouth. Whimpering, half because he hasn't really mastered the skill of oral sex, the man soon pulled out and came all over his face.
Kevin did as he knew how, to lick up the remains from the leaking member like a little puppy wanting more water, his face with cum dripping down his chin. The man smirked at the scene, using his hand to briefly wipe away the cum and then smearing it at Kevin's entrance as if helping him feel better later. Without any warning, he entered Kevin roughly and did some short thrusts, erecting his own length once more.
With Kevin bent forward against the same wall, the two bodies rocked to a steady rhythm, the man increasing his strength with every passing second. Kevin winced, feeling a certain part in him being hit and that triggered the release of an unconscious moan.
“God.” The man bit his lower lip, immersing himself in the arousing mewls.
Kevin gasped for air, fingers curling up into a fist as if in agony. With both their perspiration evaporating into the air around them, the humid atmosphere only stimulated the older man to hurry - he never enjoyed being warm. The last shove the man did into Kevin then caused the man’s cum to fill the younger man up, and at the same time, Kevin raised his head and screamed as if in pleasure.
Supporting himself with all the strength he had left by pressing himself against the wall, the man then carried him to the bed and grinned while he placed the younger man down, comfortably on the bed. “Thanks, Kev.”
It wasn’t really tiring, but it probably was a boost to a man’s ego if Kevin looked totally worn out from “an intense sex”.
Kevin smiled faintly, and a kiss on his forehead was the indication that he did well once more. The man wore his clothes in a rush and then reached for his wallet, before bringing out a bundle of cash and then placing it on the bed. Unlike the previous man, this customer was a bachelor and a rich one at that. He also wasn’t as affectionate, pretty much paying Kevin purely because of the sex than his comforting presence.
Making sure at least ten minutes has passed, Kevin then washed himself up briefly and left the hotel room.
“Lunch time.” He whispered to his stomach, wishing it would stop growling when it’s only an hour past his usual lunch time
-
“A fish burger, please.” Kevin smiled politely, handing out the money and then leaving with his order. He was all prepared to eat within the fast food restaurant, only to realise there were too many people staring at him probably because he did look pretty stunning as an ordinary citizen.
There had to be a reason why he was one of the most popular choice for the customers, and his face was it.
This park was near the only home he had ever lived in, and he loved taking a stroll in it. Every time he walked down the stone path, it was as if he was walking down memory lane. It seemed like yesterday when there was still a tire swing hung from the second tree on the left by the entrance, and when his mother would beam at him while pushing him from the back, letting him enjoy his simple childhood.
There used to be taller bushes, and when he was feeling naughty, he would usually crawl between them so his mother couldn’t find him. Sometimes, when he was sad because someone stole his cookies, he would also lay on the grass and stare up into the sky. He used to think he would become an artist, painting beautiful scenes he had seen. He had already promised his father he would give him his very first masterpiece, a painting of the sky with many clouds, because his father was his sky. He had meant so much, so much, that he used to tell his trouble to his father rather than his mother - a daddy’s boy.
Well, except that time when he had a crush on this cute little girl in the neighbouring class, and he was in the kitchen helping his mother when he mindlessly said it out. His mother was also really dear to his heart, except that she would probably be the warmest embrace he had ever felt. When he cannot sleep at night, he goes to his mother instead, and so she shall have his second masterpiece, a little boy embraced by two arms.
Kevin also remembered his father teaching him how to fly a kite, and the young him enthusiastically ran around while pulling the string, having little concern for whether or not the kite flew. As long as he was running, the kite should be flying, Kevin once thought.
He sighed softly when the gentle breeze kissed his face, reality calling for his attention. With his pair of sharp eyes surveying the surroundings, a small smile tugged the ends of Kevin’s lips. The scene before him was pretty warm, like one from a high school drama. There was a group of girls chatting animatedly in front of him, one or two of them laughing especially loudly. A couple on a picnic mat was at the other side of the pond he was walking along, seemingly enjoying the date under the sun.
Kevin took another bite of his fish burger, smiling faintly. He was envious of them, sure he was, that they could have such ordinary bliss. Their lives were about forging relationships, while he doesn’t even have someone he could call a friend at this age. What a comparison, no? “They live a pretty fulfilling life.”
An incoming message vibrated his phone, and Kevin spared it a glance, then quickly finishing the remains of his fish burger.
Guess it’s back to business.
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Chapter 2! Nah, none of the men mentioned was Kibum lol.
Just an insight to Kevin's job ^^