Behind the Sex - Chapter 4
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 :: Chapter 2 :: Chapter 3
“Welcome.” The receptionist said, eyeing Kibum from top to toe before bringing out a book. “First time here?”
“Yeah.” Kibum nodded, moving towards the counter. “What is this?”
“Our people.” The woman simply said, wearing pretty formal instead of what Kibum thought he would see, skimpily-dressed and all. “You probably wouldn’t know who to choose, so here, choose someone from here. If you’re not happy with their performance after, feel free to tell it to us. We’ll take action immediately.”
“What kind of action?” Kibum inquired, curiousity aroused by such a statement. Maybe…torture?
“You don’t need to know.” A subtle flinch, before a smile quickly took over. “There’s a variety of men and women here, so whatever your sexual preference, we definitely have someone here for you.”
“How do you charge?” Kibum smiled as if following the conversation, noting down the guarded avoidance to his question.
“The prices are in the book. Every prostitute has their own price.” She introduced, opening the book. “The first page contains our top ten, and Kevin tops the price list at five million, six hundred and forty two thousand won.”
“Kevin?” Kibum muttered, looking at the face that looked rather Korean to him despite the foreign name. “He looks local.”
“He is. It’s just another name. Besides, one cannot have too many names. People call him the princess here too, whatever.” The receptionist casually stated, flipping the pages and doing brief introductions for the rest. “So?”
“Why are the prices so weird?” Indeed, the prices never seemed to have a fixed pattern. Some of the prostitutes could go down to a million and three thousand won, and there is a possible difference of five thousand won or lesser between two prostitutes, and that was about the price of one meal.
The receptionist paused, hand sliding as if to press a button. She bit her lower lip and surveyed Kibum’s form once more, a frown etched on her forehead. “It’s trade secret.”
A burly man walked in from the staff room or something, glaring at him warily in case he was a police, Kibum thought. The police probably didn’t tell the brothel they were keeping their ropes about their necks loose, tolerant to their trade. Obviously, Kibum mentally slapped himself, why would the police actually say that and let the brothel be more dangerous? Yet why was this man out of his staffroom? Did he ask too many questions to raise suspicions?
“Choose someone you want, or get out.” He stated crudely, growling even. His fist was clenched, ready for fight, but Kibum wasn’t a good opponent.
“Kevin.” Kibum replied calmly, despite his stomach flipping. The man was about twice his size, and he seriously wouldn’t want to pit himself against that build. If Kevin was the most popular one, then well, let’s see what he has got in store.
A grunt, and the burly man made a turn into a narrow walkway, yelling for Kevin to come out.
A young man looking no older than he did strolled out, smiling when their eyes locked. There was a slight sway as he walked towards Kibum, and when they were less than three steps away, the supposed Kevin slung his arms around Kibum’s neck. It seems habitual, Kibum thought and decided to remember it, since this move is probably done to every patron Kevin deals with.
The big man watching the scene gave Kevin a signal to be wary, and Kibum caught on instantly. He saw Kevin turn around with fear creeping up his face, some muscles tensing as if afraid of the fact that Kibum might be a police and ruin his career.
Realisation dawned on the psychology student, and no, he cannot destroy the trust that has to be built up for further studies. Smiling as if star-struck, Kibum whispered. “You’re beautiful.”
In psychology lessons, he learnt that whispering can sometimes be used for emphasis, especially used when complimenting. There’s a hint of awe in those words when said in a soft voice, Kibum remembered.
Relief washed over the prostitute’s face, and as much as the man was careful, it was obvious in Kibum’s eyes. Kevin tightened his grip, seeing the bright eyes of his client’s reflect his face. This customer shouldn’t be dangerous, should he?
“Can we go now?” Kibum muttered, hand resting on Kevin’s waist and admiring the curve with his roaming hands. Kibum could almost see why Kevin would be a popular choice. Even if a man wasn’t gay, Kevin did look pretty attractive with his feminine features.
The lack of skimpy dressing was also a sort of turn on, Kibum believed, hiding what would soon be exposed.
Kevin felt a lot more confident hearing a hint of impatience in Kibum’s voice, placing a short series of kisses on Kibum’s neck and trailing up his jawline before staring into his deep black eyes once more, eyes half-lidded temptingly. “Mm.”
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While on the taxi to the usual hotel, Kevin looked curiously at Kibum and wondered how he could keep quiet and look out of the window when he was right beside him. What tactics shall he use for this new customer? He looked pretty young, and was he in a rush?
Kevin leaned over, hand sliding up Kibum’s arm, causing Kibum to jerk his head around. Kibum smiled, turning his whole body to face Kevin in response to his silent call. Kevin cupped Kibum’s face with a hand, leaning closer to observe his skin condition in proximity.
He seriously looked like he was about twenty years old, no older than twenty five, Kevin noticed.
And the next thought was whether or not he actually had the money to pay for one session, an hour long.
“Do you have money?” Kevin asked, faster than he could actually change the words to make them less direct. “I mean-”
“Yeah, brought out ten million.” Kibum replied, smirking internally. So this was why Kevin made a move? Well, he surely didn’t look rich, or anything like a potential patron at all.
“I meant for the taxi.” Kevin cleared his throat uncomfortably, feeling that he made a wrong move right from the start. It was the first time he dealt with a customer so young, rather refreshing actually, but also too new for Kevin to know exactly what to do.
“Oh, of course.” Reaching for his wallet, Kibum checked the meter and brought out loose change that should be enough for the ride, mind distractedly wondering if that was how things work. He has to pay for everything?
Kevin eyed the money, wondering how the loose change actually showed that this customer could really afford an hour with him. In fact, he might have gotten too used to being chauffeured around.
After paying the exact amount, Kibum then left the taxi and entered the hotel, as if forgetting Kevin was right beside him. He made his way to the receptionist and called for a cheap room, the cheapest actually, and turned to Kevin only when he got the key.
“Let’s go?” Kibum smiled, hand reaching for Kevin’s waist and noticing that he didn’t seemed to care.
“Yeah.” Kevin returned a smile, noticing how bulky his other wallet, the one he used to pay for the room, was. Why did he choose the cheapest room, then?
It was a lot simpler to Kibum, renting the cheapest room just because he was there for sex and not to enjoy a suite with a bar for mixing cocktails. In fact, Kibum wasn’t a fan of alcohol. Well, as long as there is a bed in the room, even if it was the cheapest, it should suffice.
Kevin felt rather awkward while standing in the lift, not daring to cling onto the man’s arm like he usually would. There was this aura the man wore, that somehow didn’t say what he was used to. If not for the arm around him, it would seem like the two of them were strangers, and that made Kevin really nervous.
Kibum checked his phone for the time, then quickly sending a message to his father and saying that he wouldn’t be home for the night. Why waste money when he bought the room for a night, right? With that move, Kevin assumed Kibum was in a rush home. He might have a curfew, so it should be best to get right to the point.
He better be right, Kevin frowned, because he cannot afford any mistakes anymore.
Sliding the key through the card reader and then pushing the door open, Kevin inserted the card into the cardholder and removed his shirt instantly. Leading Kibum in while closing the door, Kevin took off his pants as well, fingers holding onto the band of his briefs and preparing to push it down to his ankles.
Kibum widened his eyes in surprise, not expecting that the prostitute that looked rather shy was so open. It had been less than a minute since he entered, and he was already faced with a body that was- Kevin already took the last piece of cloth off.
Looking up at Kibum, satisfied with his speed, Kevin waited for any reaction. He eyed Kibum’s pants, hoping his body was somewhat arousing at least. The man had his mouth parted open, as if in astonished. “Do you…take off your clothes so easily?”
Kevin blinked, looking at himself and the clothes on the floor. “Oh, you like it slow?”
Hastily putting on all his clothes again with his back facing Kibum, he then turned around after he was done, smiling sweetly. Advancing towards Kibum again, he leaned his weight against his customer, and spoke cutely. “Sorry, it’s a habit because my clients usually have a quick one with me.”
Kibum nodded, staring back at Kevin as if waiting for something to happen.
“Are you going to strip me?” Kevin asked with a kissable pout, arms coiling around Kibum’s neck once again. Kibum could almost imagine the number of men going crazy for such a tone, such words, such a look. He would be lying if he said Kevin wasn’t attractive, but he sure didn’t know what to do at such a time.
Kibum bit his lip, uncertain and hoping Kevin couldn’t tell. Hands holding onto Kevin’s waist and then quickly pushing the prostitute onto the bed, Kibum gently nibbled onto Kevin’s ear, trailing down to his neck and hearing him moan. Kevin smiled briefly when their eyes met, waiting for Kibum to pull his shirt off him when he realised how slow the process was going.
Instead of Kevin doing anything, Kibum was doing everything, Grazing his teeth against Kevin’s jawline and causing it to turn a little red, Kibum replaced his scratches with soft kisses. Raising his head, he stared into Kevin’s lidded eyes and then looked at those slightly parted lips - in short, his state looked pretty sexy.
Kevin whimpered, rubbing both their erection together and feeling the growing bulge pressed against his own. At least ten minutes has passed but their kisses haven’t gone further than above Kevin’s neck. Trying to hurry Kibum with a louder moan, he frowned when the man didn’t respond the way Kevin wanted him too.
“Strip me.” Kevin purred, hands sliding beneath Kibum’s shirt and brushing across the nubs gently. “Ugh…”
Kibum contemplated for a moment, an arm supporting his weight while the other made its way to Kevin’s shirt. Kevin had worn a simple buttoned shirt, not knowing he would have another sex session with a patron since he was prepared to sleep actually. He would usually wear a T-shirt that could easily be removed over his head, but oh well.
It took longer than what Kevin expected, a lot longer than the time an eager man wanting to fuck him should take.
Was there something wrong with him? In fact, Kevin hasn’t felt a flinch from the other man despite his hands working their way about the body. Was this customer not attracted?
Eyes wandering to his own shirt, he saw Kibum’s slightly trembling fingers, hovering over the buttons.
“Let me do it instead.” Kevin giggled softly, switching their positions. As he was unbuttoning Kibum’s similar shirt, he realised the man looked away, a hint of redness colouring his otherwise pale cheeks. A sincere smile pulled the ends of his plush lips, and Kevin felt a lot more confident about himself once more. “Nervous?”
Kibum blinked at the question, considering his options.
No, and retain his pride as a man. Because Kevin, as a prostitute who was to make someone happy, would probably not tease him further. Or yes, and see Kevin further drop his guard, giggling because no one probably said something so embarrassing to him before.
The silence that followed Kevin’s question made Kevin frightened, afraid he had angered his puzzling client. Looking fearfully at Kibum’s expression, his lips parted, ready to say a quick apology for crossing the line.
“Yes.” Kibum whispered, staring straight into Kevin’s eyes before the other could apologise.
Kevin’s expression instantly relaxed, giggling harder at the customer he found cute. “Don’t worry, we are not as horrible as what people like to say. I’ll make sure it’s pleasurable.”
Kibum smiled back, liking how the smile looked so sweet, and how Kevin easily unbuttoned the buttons and slid the shirt off his arms. Kevin latched his lips swiftly on Kibum’s neck, nibbling gently and then trailing down, licking the hard nubs and wondering if he missed a small shiver from the other’s body. He bit down, scraping the skin and then observed his customer’s face for any hint of pleasure.
Kibum looked up at the ceiling and wondered what other ways he could make Kevin further drop his guard and not fill his mind with thoughts of pleasing “this other patron”. Kibum wanted Kevin to remember him, because Kevin was the man he would be going back to again and again for six months.
Kevin frowned and this, moving further south and then dragging the hindering clothes left on Kibum off his feet. Kissing his way up the erected length, Kevin hummed softly, as if enjoying himself. While twirling his tongue about the head of Kibum’s member with his lips holding the length in position, he then undressed himself, throwing his clothes to a side to give himself more room to move about.
Holding onto Kibum’s length and then caressing gently as he traced patterns from the base to the top with his tongue, Kevin frowned at the lack of pre-cum which would usually leak out at this point of time. He then scratched the sensitive skin with his teeth, and almost growled in frustration at the absence of reaction. Kibum didn’t even make a sound, eyes not once leaving the ceiling for him. Taking the tip of Kibum’s member into his mouth and then the whole length, Kevin sucked the hardest he could to hopefully induce a change, even if it was only a blink.
Kibum clenched his fist, rather calm until Kevin started sucking. As the prostitute bobbed his head back and forth in a steady tempo, Kibum felt his own erection throb for more. There was probably already a mixed taste in Kevin’s mouth, as Kibum’s erection leaked pre-cum, thigh muscles faintly tensing. He continued staring into space, hoping Kevin would believe he was really unaffected by all that was happening.
More, Kibum wanted Kevin to come up with more tactics for this “troublesome patron”.
Pausing, because his mouth was going to cramp from all the tactics he was using and still getting no reaction for, Kevin then straddled Kibum and held the man’s erection to his entrance. Slowly lowering himself, Kevin groaned sensually, clenching himself about Kibum’s erection. Pushing himself higher and then slamming himself back down, he repeated the action with an increasing speed, the friction once more burning in him.
This customer should feel pretty proud, Kevin clenched his jaw and thought, because Kevin usually didn’t bother tightening his muscles to wrap himself closely around anyone’s length (unless their length were too small and they don’t feel a thing while thrusting in).
Kibum suddenly turned them both around, grabbing onto Kevin’s thin legs and then thrusting in mildly. Kevin, all prepared for a rougher sex, looked rather disappointed when that was all that happened. He moaned, jerking up while hugging Kibum’s neck and then digging his fingernails into the client’s back, doing all he could to get Kibum to notice his efforts. Screaming when he felt a strike to his prostate, just because he was going insane from this sort of torment, Kevin arched his back at a beautiful angle and felt back onto the mattress.
“Did I hurt you?” Kibum stopped, leaning down to look into Kevin’s eyes for confirmation.
Gently blinking his almond-shaped eyes open, Kevin shook his head weakly. “H-Harder.”
Kibum knew that was just an act, easily seeing through that there were still a lot of energy in those eyes. Only that the scream was too surreal, as if Kevin was really in pain. Gaining speed once more in his thrusts, Kibum heard Kevin’s excessive gasps for air, head thrown back in fake pleasure.
Yet somehow, it was, without a doubt, a turn on to see Kevin writhe this way for him. Despite feeling a little mild about the whole sex, he knew he was reaching his climax a lot earlier than he would if he was masturbating.
Sighing softly as he came in Kevin, warm load striking Kevin’s prostate, his release was made a lot more significant with Kevin’s cry. Kibum then rode his length out of Kevin, while Kevin anxiously watched his every move. What was he going to do now that the sex was done? Should Kevin show that he was distressed by Kibum’s careless attitude and whine for attention?
As if an answer to Kevin’s thoughts, Kibum then fell on the bed beside Kevin, catching his breath.
Curiousity took over the previous questions in his head, causing Kevin to turn towards Kibum and ask the first question that appeared in his mind. “Aren’t you…leaving?”
“Do I have to?” Kibum asked back with wide eyes, almost ready to pick up his clothes and leave if that was what he was supposed to do.
Quickly, Kevin shook his head. “No. It’s just that I usually see people leave and since this is my last job for the day, I thought I could stay overnight…best not to now....”
“You could stay.” Kibum stared into Kevin’s eyes, wondering if he had the ability to keep a prostitute to stay with him.
Kevin hesitated, looking back into those deep, hypnotising eyes. He had to make it known to Kibum that he was in this for the money, just in case his customer thought he was staying because he felt something for him. “But if you do want to have another round, you’d have to pay for another hour.”
“Nah, I’m fine.” Kibum smiled, shifting his eyes to watch the ceiling again. Guess that means Kevin would stay.
Kevin nodded, pushing himself up to rest against the headboard. He thought about what he should do about the awkward silence, whether he should say something or just go to sleep. And what did it mean when he said he was fine? That Kevin wasn’t attractive enough for him to want another round?
“Was it bad?” Kevin asked finally to break the silence and find answers to his insecure thoughts. “The sex.”
“It was good. You’re pretty good.” Kibum smiled faintly, nodding as if agreeing with the sentence while looking at Kevin’s frown and then noting it down as part of his character. “Why?”
“Your reaction throughout the sex was almost negligible.” Kevin truthfully replied, checking his fingernails as if he was guilty for saying something like that.
Kibum chuckled internally. So, he noticed.
“Nah, I guess I just don’t know how to show it.” Kibum lamely came up with an explanation, looking at Kevin’s naked body glowing in the soft moonlight. The prostitute still had an erection unreleased, and that caused Kibum to blink. “Do you…want me to help you with that?”
Kevin looked at Kibum questioningly and realised he was referring to his erection. Damn, this patron is really pretty strange.
“It would go away. It always does.” Kevin sighed softly, unintentionally, regretting instantly when he heard himself.
“Hm? But…”
“I have sex at least seven times a day, and with this sort of experience, it’s way too normal that I don’t cum.” Kevin shrugged, wondering why he was actually saying this to a customer. “Besides, I’m here to please you not myself.”
There was a slight grumbling tone in the last sentence, Kibum noted down, amused.
“I could help you with that. My time is not up yet, right?” Kibum smiled, climbing over Kevin’s body and then straddling the prostitute.
He was weird, Kevin decided, this customer was a hell of a weird. “Yeah, if you want to…”
Kibum held onto Kevin’s erection, the sudden touch causing Kevin to shudder. How long has it been since someone actually touched him?
With his thumb rubbing the head of Kevin’s erection, Kibum stroked the length with his other fingers, the other hand scratching the base of Kevin’s length - a move he realised to be extremely erotic. Kevin clutched the bed sheets and tugged on it forcefully as he felt his mind turn dizzy. Biting his lower lip until it started bruising, Kevin cursed his erection for taking so long to release. Kibum saw how abused Kevin’s lower lip was, but didn’t probe.
“Ugh…” Kevin pressed his lips together and reminded himself to not make a sound. It would be obvious that he sounds different during the sex and right now if he did let his moans out, and this unusual client might find out he was acting earlier.
Kevin buckled his hips to the touch, while Kibum pumped Kevin’s member faster, continuously smearing the pre-cum over the whole length as a sort of lubricant. Digging his fingernails into his own palm, Kevin let out an uncontrollable cry, eyes shut tight for fear of watching Kibum’s questionable expression.
His gasps for air were cut short by a long whimper, his cum released into Kibum’s warm hands.
Kevin then deflated, laying on the bed while trying to catch his breath. God, he should have left.
“Can I kiss you?” Kibum abruptly asked, carelessly wiping the cum onto the blanket.
“You’re a first timer, right?” Kevin finally blurted out, half in frustration and half in curiousity. Seriously, why did it feel as if he was enjoying this more than his customer? And why does Kibum have such innocent questions but such a mild reaction to the sex? “Sorry, I-”
“I am.” Kibum replied straightforwardly, looking down at his hands as if checking them.
As if guilty, Kevin remorsefully noted. He had to reverse this, and quick. “Well, you could kiss me, but mind you, I really don’t know how to kiss properly. My mouth is for…don’t mind me nor the images, but cocks…and food.”
He fell, Kibum grinned victoriously in his head, he fell into the guilt trip.
Softly smiling despite the thoughts in his head, Kibum placed his weight on two palms pressed against the mattress and leaned forward. Kevin’s eyes fluttered close, not daring to watch those eyes stare at him with such intensity. In fact, no one inched towards him so slowly before, staring at him as if he was precious.
It had always been a swift peck, or just a straightforward kiss.
Kibum could feel Kevin’s warm exhalation against his skin, and see the slightly trembling eyelids. At such proximity, Kevin’s long eyelashes and his cute button nose made Kibum’s heart beat faster. There probably isn’t much, Kibum mentally slapped himself. Anyone would be nervous being so close to someone else. Kibum hasn’t been in love before, and he’s pretty sure this wouldn’t be love.
The gentle contact, almost just brushing across, made Kevin’s heart skip a beat. He felt Kibum tilt his head and shut his eyes (from the eyelashes sweeping his skin), deepening the kiss with a sort of slow burning fire of passion. Intruding Kevin’s mouth with a tongue, Kibum then tickled the other’s tongue, pushing and licking while their saliva mixed.
Unconsciously, Kevin felt for Kibum’s arms and curled his fingers about them, squeezing. Returning the lust with his lips pressed firmly against Kibum’s and then rubbing, Kevin moaned softly, this feeling way too exhilarating for him.
Dizzily pulling apart, a slight blush tainted Kevin’s cheeks, lips still parted to get the oxygen his mind needed to become coherent once more. Kibum leaned back, trying to distract himself from how beautiful Kevin looked this way.
Rolling over to the space beside Kevin, the two bodies then felt exhaustion climb its way up till their mind, calling for them.
“Why would you do such a thing…you probably know about sexually transmitted diseases and all, you’re so young, why would you look for a prostitute and ruin your future with AIDS or something?” Kevin quietly asked, energy depleting. At the corner of his eyes, he saw a shrug from his patron and sighed. “And why me?”
“They told me you're the best.” Kibum simply answered, frowning when a migraine was coming up on him - his body’s way of telling him that he needed rest.
“Well, most experienced, that is.” A quiet response, and the two then fell into a deep slumber, comforted by the warmth the other body was emitting.
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4000+ words :D It's the longest chapter so far <3 ^^
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 :: Chapter 2 :: Chapter 3
“Welcome.” The receptionist said, eyeing Kibum from top to toe before bringing out a book. “First time here?”
“Yeah.” Kibum nodded, moving towards the counter. “What is this?”
“Our people.” The woman simply said, wearing pretty formal instead of what Kibum thought he would see, skimpily-dressed and all. “You probably wouldn’t know who to choose, so here, choose someone from here. If you’re not happy with their performance after, feel free to tell it to us. We’ll take action immediately.”
“What kind of action?” Kibum inquired, curiousity aroused by such a statement. Maybe…torture?
“You don’t need to know.” A subtle flinch, before a smile quickly took over. “There’s a variety of men and women here, so whatever your sexual preference, we definitely have someone here for you.”
“How do you charge?” Kibum smiled as if following the conversation, noting down the guarded avoidance to his question.
“The prices are in the book. Every prostitute has their own price.” She introduced, opening the book. “The first page contains our top ten, and Kevin tops the price list at five million, six hundred and forty two thousand won.”
“Kevin?” Kibum muttered, looking at the face that looked rather Korean to him despite the foreign name. “He looks local.”
“He is. It’s just another name. Besides, one cannot have too many names. People call him the princess here too, whatever.” The receptionist casually stated, flipping the pages and doing brief introductions for the rest. “So?”
“Why are the prices so weird?” Indeed, the prices never seemed to have a fixed pattern. Some of the prostitutes could go down to a million and three thousand won, and there is a possible difference of five thousand won or lesser between two prostitutes, and that was about the price of one meal.
The receptionist paused, hand sliding as if to press a button. She bit her lower lip and surveyed Kibum’s form once more, a frown etched on her forehead. “It’s trade secret.”
A burly man walked in from the staff room or something, glaring at him warily in case he was a police, Kibum thought. The police probably didn’t tell the brothel they were keeping their ropes about their necks loose, tolerant to their trade. Obviously, Kibum mentally slapped himself, why would the police actually say that and let the brothel be more dangerous? Yet why was this man out of his staffroom? Did he ask too many questions to raise suspicions?
“Choose someone you want, or get out.” He stated crudely, growling even. His fist was clenched, ready for fight, but Kibum wasn’t a good opponent.
“Kevin.” Kibum replied calmly, despite his stomach flipping. The man was about twice his size, and he seriously wouldn’t want to pit himself against that build. If Kevin was the most popular one, then well, let’s see what he has got in store.
A grunt, and the burly man made a turn into a narrow walkway, yelling for Kevin to come out.
A young man looking no older than he did strolled out, smiling when their eyes locked. There was a slight sway as he walked towards Kibum, and when they were less than three steps away, the supposed Kevin slung his arms around Kibum’s neck. It seems habitual, Kibum thought and decided to remember it, since this move is probably done to every patron Kevin deals with.
The big man watching the scene gave Kevin a signal to be wary, and Kibum caught on instantly. He saw Kevin turn around with fear creeping up his face, some muscles tensing as if afraid of the fact that Kibum might be a police and ruin his career.
Realisation dawned on the psychology student, and no, he cannot destroy the trust that has to be built up for further studies. Smiling as if star-struck, Kibum whispered. “You’re beautiful.”
In psychology lessons, he learnt that whispering can sometimes be used for emphasis, especially used when complimenting. There’s a hint of awe in those words when said in a soft voice, Kibum remembered.
Relief washed over the prostitute’s face, and as much as the man was careful, it was obvious in Kibum’s eyes. Kevin tightened his grip, seeing the bright eyes of his client’s reflect his face. This customer shouldn’t be dangerous, should he?
“Can we go now?” Kibum muttered, hand resting on Kevin’s waist and admiring the curve with his roaming hands. Kibum could almost see why Kevin would be a popular choice. Even if a man wasn’t gay, Kevin did look pretty attractive with his feminine features.
The lack of skimpy dressing was also a sort of turn on, Kibum believed, hiding what would soon be exposed.
Kevin felt a lot more confident hearing a hint of impatience in Kibum’s voice, placing a short series of kisses on Kibum’s neck and trailing up his jawline before staring into his deep black eyes once more, eyes half-lidded temptingly. “Mm.”
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While on the taxi to the usual hotel, Kevin looked curiously at Kibum and wondered how he could keep quiet and look out of the window when he was right beside him. What tactics shall he use for this new customer? He looked pretty young, and was he in a rush?
Kevin leaned over, hand sliding up Kibum’s arm, causing Kibum to jerk his head around. Kibum smiled, turning his whole body to face Kevin in response to his silent call. Kevin cupped Kibum’s face with a hand, leaning closer to observe his skin condition in proximity.
He seriously looked like he was about twenty years old, no older than twenty five, Kevin noticed.
And the next thought was whether or not he actually had the money to pay for one session, an hour long.
“Do you have money?” Kevin asked, faster than he could actually change the words to make them less direct. “I mean-”
“Yeah, brought out ten million.” Kibum replied, smirking internally. So this was why Kevin made a move? Well, he surely didn’t look rich, or anything like a potential patron at all.
“I meant for the taxi.” Kevin cleared his throat uncomfortably, feeling that he made a wrong move right from the start. It was the first time he dealt with a customer so young, rather refreshing actually, but also too new for Kevin to know exactly what to do.
“Oh, of course.” Reaching for his wallet, Kibum checked the meter and brought out loose change that should be enough for the ride, mind distractedly wondering if that was how things work. He has to pay for everything?
Kevin eyed the money, wondering how the loose change actually showed that this customer could really afford an hour with him. In fact, he might have gotten too used to being chauffeured around.
After paying the exact amount, Kibum then left the taxi and entered the hotel, as if forgetting Kevin was right beside him. He made his way to the receptionist and called for a cheap room, the cheapest actually, and turned to Kevin only when he got the key.
“Let’s go?” Kibum smiled, hand reaching for Kevin’s waist and noticing that he didn’t seemed to care.
“Yeah.” Kevin returned a smile, noticing how bulky his other wallet, the one he used to pay for the room, was. Why did he choose the cheapest room, then?
It was a lot simpler to Kibum, renting the cheapest room just because he was there for sex and not to enjoy a suite with a bar for mixing cocktails. In fact, Kibum wasn’t a fan of alcohol. Well, as long as there is a bed in the room, even if it was the cheapest, it should suffice.
Kevin felt rather awkward while standing in the lift, not daring to cling onto the man’s arm like he usually would. There was this aura the man wore, that somehow didn’t say what he was used to. If not for the arm around him, it would seem like the two of them were strangers, and that made Kevin really nervous.
Kibum checked his phone for the time, then quickly sending a message to his father and saying that he wouldn’t be home for the night. Why waste money when he bought the room for a night, right? With that move, Kevin assumed Kibum was in a rush home. He might have a curfew, so it should be best to get right to the point.
He better be right, Kevin frowned, because he cannot afford any mistakes anymore.
Sliding the key through the card reader and then pushing the door open, Kevin inserted the card into the cardholder and removed his shirt instantly. Leading Kibum in while closing the door, Kevin took off his pants as well, fingers holding onto the band of his briefs and preparing to push it down to his ankles.
Kibum widened his eyes in surprise, not expecting that the prostitute that looked rather shy was so open. It had been less than a minute since he entered, and he was already faced with a body that was- Kevin already took the last piece of cloth off.
Looking up at Kibum, satisfied with his speed, Kevin waited for any reaction. He eyed Kibum’s pants, hoping his body was somewhat arousing at least. The man had his mouth parted open, as if in astonished. “Do you…take off your clothes so easily?”
Kevin blinked, looking at himself and the clothes on the floor. “Oh, you like it slow?”
Hastily putting on all his clothes again with his back facing Kibum, he then turned around after he was done, smiling sweetly. Advancing towards Kibum again, he leaned his weight against his customer, and spoke cutely. “Sorry, it’s a habit because my clients usually have a quick one with me.”
Kibum nodded, staring back at Kevin as if waiting for something to happen.
“Are you going to strip me?” Kevin asked with a kissable pout, arms coiling around Kibum’s neck once again. Kibum could almost imagine the number of men going crazy for such a tone, such words, such a look. He would be lying if he said Kevin wasn’t attractive, but he sure didn’t know what to do at such a time.
Kibum bit his lip, uncertain and hoping Kevin couldn’t tell. Hands holding onto Kevin’s waist and then quickly pushing the prostitute onto the bed, Kibum gently nibbled onto Kevin’s ear, trailing down to his neck and hearing him moan. Kevin smiled briefly when their eyes met, waiting for Kibum to pull his shirt off him when he realised how slow the process was going.
Instead of Kevin doing anything, Kibum was doing everything, Grazing his teeth against Kevin’s jawline and causing it to turn a little red, Kibum replaced his scratches with soft kisses. Raising his head, he stared into Kevin’s lidded eyes and then looked at those slightly parted lips - in short, his state looked pretty sexy.
Kevin whimpered, rubbing both their erection together and feeling the growing bulge pressed against his own. At least ten minutes has passed but their kisses haven’t gone further than above Kevin’s neck. Trying to hurry Kibum with a louder moan, he frowned when the man didn’t respond the way Kevin wanted him too.
“Strip me.” Kevin purred, hands sliding beneath Kibum’s shirt and brushing across the nubs gently. “Ugh…”
Kibum contemplated for a moment, an arm supporting his weight while the other made its way to Kevin’s shirt. Kevin had worn a simple buttoned shirt, not knowing he would have another sex session with a patron since he was prepared to sleep actually. He would usually wear a T-shirt that could easily be removed over his head, but oh well.
It took longer than what Kevin expected, a lot longer than the time an eager man wanting to fuck him should take.
Was there something wrong with him? In fact, Kevin hasn’t felt a flinch from the other man despite his hands working their way about the body. Was this customer not attracted?
Eyes wandering to his own shirt, he saw Kibum’s slightly trembling fingers, hovering over the buttons.
“Let me do it instead.” Kevin giggled softly, switching their positions. As he was unbuttoning Kibum’s similar shirt, he realised the man looked away, a hint of redness colouring his otherwise pale cheeks. A sincere smile pulled the ends of his plush lips, and Kevin felt a lot more confident about himself once more. “Nervous?”
Kibum blinked at the question, considering his options.
No, and retain his pride as a man. Because Kevin, as a prostitute who was to make someone happy, would probably not tease him further. Or yes, and see Kevin further drop his guard, giggling because no one probably said something so embarrassing to him before.
The silence that followed Kevin’s question made Kevin frightened, afraid he had angered his puzzling client. Looking fearfully at Kibum’s expression, his lips parted, ready to say a quick apology for crossing the line.
“Yes.” Kibum whispered, staring straight into Kevin’s eyes before the other could apologise.
Kevin’s expression instantly relaxed, giggling harder at the customer he found cute. “Don’t worry, we are not as horrible as what people like to say. I’ll make sure it’s pleasurable.”
Kibum smiled back, liking how the smile looked so sweet, and how Kevin easily unbuttoned the buttons and slid the shirt off his arms. Kevin latched his lips swiftly on Kibum’s neck, nibbling gently and then trailing down, licking the hard nubs and wondering if he missed a small shiver from the other’s body. He bit down, scraping the skin and then observed his customer’s face for any hint of pleasure.
Kibum looked up at the ceiling and wondered what other ways he could make Kevin further drop his guard and not fill his mind with thoughts of pleasing “this other patron”. Kibum wanted Kevin to remember him, because Kevin was the man he would be going back to again and again for six months.
Kevin frowned and this, moving further south and then dragging the hindering clothes left on Kibum off his feet. Kissing his way up the erected length, Kevin hummed softly, as if enjoying himself. While twirling his tongue about the head of Kibum’s member with his lips holding the length in position, he then undressed himself, throwing his clothes to a side to give himself more room to move about.
Holding onto Kibum’s length and then caressing gently as he traced patterns from the base to the top with his tongue, Kevin frowned at the lack of pre-cum which would usually leak out at this point of time. He then scratched the sensitive skin with his teeth, and almost growled in frustration at the absence of reaction. Kibum didn’t even make a sound, eyes not once leaving the ceiling for him. Taking the tip of Kibum’s member into his mouth and then the whole length, Kevin sucked the hardest he could to hopefully induce a change, even if it was only a blink.
Kibum clenched his fist, rather calm until Kevin started sucking. As the prostitute bobbed his head back and forth in a steady tempo, Kibum felt his own erection throb for more. There was probably already a mixed taste in Kevin’s mouth, as Kibum’s erection leaked pre-cum, thigh muscles faintly tensing. He continued staring into space, hoping Kevin would believe he was really unaffected by all that was happening.
More, Kibum wanted Kevin to come up with more tactics for this “troublesome patron”.
Pausing, because his mouth was going to cramp from all the tactics he was using and still getting no reaction for, Kevin then straddled Kibum and held the man’s erection to his entrance. Slowly lowering himself, Kevin groaned sensually, clenching himself about Kibum’s erection. Pushing himself higher and then slamming himself back down, he repeated the action with an increasing speed, the friction once more burning in him.
This customer should feel pretty proud, Kevin clenched his jaw and thought, because Kevin usually didn’t bother tightening his muscles to wrap himself closely around anyone’s length (unless their length were too small and they don’t feel a thing while thrusting in).
Kibum suddenly turned them both around, grabbing onto Kevin’s thin legs and then thrusting in mildly. Kevin, all prepared for a rougher sex, looked rather disappointed when that was all that happened. He moaned, jerking up while hugging Kibum’s neck and then digging his fingernails into the client’s back, doing all he could to get Kibum to notice his efforts. Screaming when he felt a strike to his prostate, just because he was going insane from this sort of torment, Kevin arched his back at a beautiful angle and felt back onto the mattress.
“Did I hurt you?” Kibum stopped, leaning down to look into Kevin’s eyes for confirmation.
Gently blinking his almond-shaped eyes open, Kevin shook his head weakly. “H-Harder.”
Kibum knew that was just an act, easily seeing through that there were still a lot of energy in those eyes. Only that the scream was too surreal, as if Kevin was really in pain. Gaining speed once more in his thrusts, Kibum heard Kevin’s excessive gasps for air, head thrown back in fake pleasure.
Yet somehow, it was, without a doubt, a turn on to see Kevin writhe this way for him. Despite feeling a little mild about the whole sex, he knew he was reaching his climax a lot earlier than he would if he was masturbating.
Sighing softly as he came in Kevin, warm load striking Kevin’s prostate, his release was made a lot more significant with Kevin’s cry. Kibum then rode his length out of Kevin, while Kevin anxiously watched his every move. What was he going to do now that the sex was done? Should Kevin show that he was distressed by Kibum’s careless attitude and whine for attention?
As if an answer to Kevin’s thoughts, Kibum then fell on the bed beside Kevin, catching his breath.
Curiousity took over the previous questions in his head, causing Kevin to turn towards Kibum and ask the first question that appeared in his mind. “Aren’t you…leaving?”
“Do I have to?” Kibum asked back with wide eyes, almost ready to pick up his clothes and leave if that was what he was supposed to do.
Quickly, Kevin shook his head. “No. It’s just that I usually see people leave and since this is my last job for the day, I thought I could stay overnight…best not to now....”
“You could stay.” Kibum stared into Kevin’s eyes, wondering if he had the ability to keep a prostitute to stay with him.
Kevin hesitated, looking back into those deep, hypnotising eyes. He had to make it known to Kibum that he was in this for the money, just in case his customer thought he was staying because he felt something for him. “But if you do want to have another round, you’d have to pay for another hour.”
“Nah, I’m fine.” Kibum smiled, shifting his eyes to watch the ceiling again. Guess that means Kevin would stay.
Kevin nodded, pushing himself up to rest against the headboard. He thought about what he should do about the awkward silence, whether he should say something or just go to sleep. And what did it mean when he said he was fine? That Kevin wasn’t attractive enough for him to want another round?
“Was it bad?” Kevin asked finally to break the silence and find answers to his insecure thoughts. “The sex.”
“It was good. You’re pretty good.” Kibum smiled faintly, nodding as if agreeing with the sentence while looking at Kevin’s frown and then noting it down as part of his character. “Why?”
“Your reaction throughout the sex was almost negligible.” Kevin truthfully replied, checking his fingernails as if he was guilty for saying something like that.
Kibum chuckled internally. So, he noticed.
“Nah, I guess I just don’t know how to show it.” Kibum lamely came up with an explanation, looking at Kevin’s naked body glowing in the soft moonlight. The prostitute still had an erection unreleased, and that caused Kibum to blink. “Do you…want me to help you with that?”
Kevin looked at Kibum questioningly and realised he was referring to his erection. Damn, this patron is really pretty strange.
“It would go away. It always does.” Kevin sighed softly, unintentionally, regretting instantly when he heard himself.
“Hm? But…”
“I have sex at least seven times a day, and with this sort of experience, it’s way too normal that I don’t cum.” Kevin shrugged, wondering why he was actually saying this to a customer. “Besides, I’m here to please you not myself.”
There was a slight grumbling tone in the last sentence, Kibum noted down, amused.
“I could help you with that. My time is not up yet, right?” Kibum smiled, climbing over Kevin’s body and then straddling the prostitute.
He was weird, Kevin decided, this customer was a hell of a weird. “Yeah, if you want to…”
Kibum held onto Kevin’s erection, the sudden touch causing Kevin to shudder. How long has it been since someone actually touched him?
With his thumb rubbing the head of Kevin’s erection, Kibum stroked the length with his other fingers, the other hand scratching the base of Kevin’s length - a move he realised to be extremely erotic. Kevin clutched the bed sheets and tugged on it forcefully as he felt his mind turn dizzy. Biting his lower lip until it started bruising, Kevin cursed his erection for taking so long to release. Kibum saw how abused Kevin’s lower lip was, but didn’t probe.
“Ugh…” Kevin pressed his lips together and reminded himself to not make a sound. It would be obvious that he sounds different during the sex and right now if he did let his moans out, and this unusual client might find out he was acting earlier.
Kevin buckled his hips to the touch, while Kibum pumped Kevin’s member faster, continuously smearing the pre-cum over the whole length as a sort of lubricant. Digging his fingernails into his own palm, Kevin let out an uncontrollable cry, eyes shut tight for fear of watching Kibum’s questionable expression.
His gasps for air were cut short by a long whimper, his cum released into Kibum’s warm hands.
Kevin then deflated, laying on the bed while trying to catch his breath. God, he should have left.
“Can I kiss you?” Kibum abruptly asked, carelessly wiping the cum onto the blanket.
“You’re a first timer, right?” Kevin finally blurted out, half in frustration and half in curiousity. Seriously, why did it feel as if he was enjoying this more than his customer? And why does Kibum have such innocent questions but such a mild reaction to the sex? “Sorry, I-”
“I am.” Kibum replied straightforwardly, looking down at his hands as if checking them.
As if guilty, Kevin remorsefully noted. He had to reverse this, and quick. “Well, you could kiss me, but mind you, I really don’t know how to kiss properly. My mouth is for…don’t mind me nor the images, but cocks…and food.”
He fell, Kibum grinned victoriously in his head, he fell into the guilt trip.
Softly smiling despite the thoughts in his head, Kibum placed his weight on two palms pressed against the mattress and leaned forward. Kevin’s eyes fluttered close, not daring to watch those eyes stare at him with such intensity. In fact, no one inched towards him so slowly before, staring at him as if he was precious.
It had always been a swift peck, or just a straightforward kiss.
Kibum could feel Kevin’s warm exhalation against his skin, and see the slightly trembling eyelids. At such proximity, Kevin’s long eyelashes and his cute button nose made Kibum’s heart beat faster. There probably isn’t much, Kibum mentally slapped himself. Anyone would be nervous being so close to someone else. Kibum hasn’t been in love before, and he’s pretty sure this wouldn’t be love.
The gentle contact, almost just brushing across, made Kevin’s heart skip a beat. He felt Kibum tilt his head and shut his eyes (from the eyelashes sweeping his skin), deepening the kiss with a sort of slow burning fire of passion. Intruding Kevin’s mouth with a tongue, Kibum then tickled the other’s tongue, pushing and licking while their saliva mixed.
Unconsciously, Kevin felt for Kibum’s arms and curled his fingers about them, squeezing. Returning the lust with his lips pressed firmly against Kibum’s and then rubbing, Kevin moaned softly, this feeling way too exhilarating for him.
Dizzily pulling apart, a slight blush tainted Kevin’s cheeks, lips still parted to get the oxygen his mind needed to become coherent once more. Kibum leaned back, trying to distract himself from how beautiful Kevin looked this way.
Rolling over to the space beside Kevin, the two bodies then felt exhaustion climb its way up till their mind, calling for them.
“Why would you do such a thing…you probably know about sexually transmitted diseases and all, you’re so young, why would you look for a prostitute and ruin your future with AIDS or something?” Kevin quietly asked, energy depleting. At the corner of his eyes, he saw a shrug from his patron and sighed. “And why me?”
“They told me you're the best.” Kibum simply answered, frowning when a migraine was coming up on him - his body’s way of telling him that he needed rest.
“Well, most experienced, that is.” A quiet response, and the two then fell into a deep slumber, comforted by the warmth the other body was emitting.
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4000+ words :D It's the longest chapter so far <3 ^^