Behind the Sex - Chapter 17
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 :: Chapter 4 :: Chapter 5 :: Chapter 6 :: Chapter 7
Chapter 8 :: Chapter 9 :: Chapter 10 :: Chapter 11 :: Chapter 12 :: Chapter 13 :: Chapter 14 :: Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Kibum woke up early the next day, going to the supermarket to buy some ingredients home. He had bought some fresh fish, a bunch of spring onions, lettuce and some parsley. Spotting some frozen meatballs, Kibum thought Kevin might appreciate them better than the vegetables and placed them in his shopping trolley.
He had seen a shopping list attached to the fridge, which was probably what his father needed but didn’t have the time to buy, and decided to bring it along with him. Some fruits, a pack of frozen chicken wings and some canned tuna were then added to his cart.
As Kibum walked home from the supermarket with both hands full, he wondered if Kevin had woken up and if he was all right. Looking at the food he bought, some thoughts went into whether the younger would have eaten lunch himself or not. Kevin’s first schedule starts at two, so he might either be outside during lunch or lounging in his dormitory cooking something up for himself.
Did Kevin know how to cook?
The thoughts were pushed away temporarily, brain analysing if there were any cars coming his way instead. He would find out later, anyway. Kibum soon reached home, and he skilfully removed his shoes without the use of his hands, before heading to the kitchen. Storing whatever he bought for his father in the refrigerator and freezer respectively, he then looked at the ingredients he had bought for himself and paused.
“Are you cooking?” His father blinked, moving to the kitchen from the dining table where he was having his morning coffee. Kibum turned around and smiled at his father, nodding as he took out the large rice container and scooped out two cups of uncooked ice. “What?”
“Congee. Do you want it for lunch?” Kibum asked, pausing in his actions. His father uncertainly nodded, wondering what his son was up to. It wasn’t an everyday thing that Kibum offered to cook lunch. At his reply, Kibum scooped out another cup of rice. “All right then.”
“Why are you cooking for three people?” Kibum’s father questioned, but the younger man only shook his head with a slight, self-contented smile.
Guess it’s for that prostitute he was visiting, Kibum’s father sighed.
-
Kibum ended up being rather late, since he finished cooking at half past twelve and finished eating and cleaning up at one o’clock. Rushing over to the brothel, he asked for permission to enter Kevin’s room and then walked to the said place, smiling brightly at the lunch he had packed.
“Where are you going?” Kibum frowned, entering the room himself while staring at Kevin stand in front of the mirror. The younger man had unlocked the door earlier, and so he was able to be in front of the mirror when Kibum arrived, checking his attire.
“Client at 2pm.” Kevin calmly replied, eyeing the plastic bag containing the congee Kibum brought. He frowned slightly, looking back up at the older man. “You didn't cook me lunch, did you?”
Kibum tested the sentence Kevin said in his head and decided he would tell the other man the truth anyway - as much as Kevin sounded like he wouldn't like it very much. “Unfortunately for you, I've decided to let you gobble up the most disgusting food you'll ever taste.
Kevin smiled, gesturing at the modest table and two chairs. He rubbed his stomach subtly, a little hungry since he hadn’t had breakfast. He just woke up half an hour ago, actually, thoroughly exhausted after the incident the day before. He was about to roll around in bed and just stay in the comfortable bed when he remembered he had an appointment. Since there wasn’t time, Kevin was prepared to stay hungry until after the appointment with the man at two o’clock. “Grab a chair.”
Kibum sighed wearily, placing the packed congee on what he decided to be Kevin's side of the table, before settling on the other side while taking a seat. He watched Kevin sweep the fabric at his shoulders and tug at the ends of his shirt, and then finally moving to the other side of the table, sitting down.
“Why are you even going out to have sex? Your wound hasn't even healed.” Kibum frowned while Kevin took the plastic container out of the plastic bag, removing the lid and then letting the steam out of the container. When about ten seconds had passed and the steam dissolved into the air, Kevin took the spoon and scooped a spoonful of congee.
“It's not a reason to deny business. The customers and higher-ups will not be very pleased.” Kevin shrugged, blowing gently on the food. He wasn’t the best at eating steaming hot food. “As long as it's not contagious, or if the customer doesn't mind it, I'd have to work even if I'm sick.”
“Tell him you can't let him penetrate you just for today.” Kibum worriedly reached for Kevin's hand, slightly scaring the younger with the overflowing emotions present in those dark orbs.
W-What did those eyes say?
“I'm-I'm fine.” Kevin smiled shakily, ignoring the glance and quickly starting to eat despite the burn it left on his tongue, retracting his hands in the process. “Mm, it's good. You cook a lot?”
“Enough to get by. Stayed in boarding school before.” Kibum nodded, not noticing the other's fidgety demeanor probably due to being too insistent on his point. Kevin shouldn’t entertain any man in his state. His body just wasn’t ready. “Come on, tell him you'll do oral sex for him and that's that. Wounds get worse when torn open for the second time.”
“I'll try.” Kevin smiled, laughing softly at how naggy Kibum seemed to be, the previous overflowing worry now becoming the type that he was used to. “You're like my nanny or something.”
“Can you please just get them to leave you alone for about three days? The doctor said it'd be somewhat well then and you can let those men screw you however they want after that. Well, one by one that is.” Kibum said with disgust, swearing he would manipulate those three into committing suicide one day, if only he could recognise them. He was obviously now referring to the brothel, hoping Kevin could somehow make them give him a break.
“Nah, they'll just ask me to be careful. It's okay if no one finds me, but if someone does, I'll have to entertain.” Kevin quickly finished the lunch when he realised he was only left with fifteen minutes to the appointed time, thanking Kibum for the food. He stood up, and the older man took it as a sign to do the same. “It was good, your girlfriend, future one, would be pleased.”
“I know, I'll book you. For seven sessions, morning and night. After this morning one, you're left with me. That's fine, right? There's no schedule yet, right?” Kibum suggested with a glint in his eyes, flashing a smile for the first time that day. If the brothel wouldn’t let Kevin rest, then he would just have to do it within his own means.
“What?” Kevin blinked, processing Kibum's words and then checking his phone for his schedule. “Well, none that I know of, but why would you do that?”
“Mm...” Kibum shook his head, not wanting to explain as he checked the time, then moving towards the door while Kevin walked to the mirror for a final check. “I'll fetch you there and wait for you to be done. Then you'll be mine for...four days?”
Kevin sighed at Kibum’s behaviour, not understanding but knowing Kibum probably wouldn’t explain, thus only rearranging the stray strands of hair on his head before grabbing his keys. “Let's go then.”
-
Kibum watched as Kevin got in the car and planted his bottom on the chair firmly, before wincing. He frowned, getting anxious and asked if Kevin was hurting and if he felt like the wound had accidentally tore. He even told Kevin to do a half-stand at his seat so he could check if there was any blood, but Kevin reached for his hand, giving it a squeeze.
“Relax.” Kevin smiled, hiding his uncertainty over such a Kibum. “I’m fine.”
Kibum unwillingly nodded, starting the engine while driving Kevin to the appointed hotel. They then sat in silence, Kibum trying to remain calm and not crash into the cars in front of him, Kevin trying to believe he wouldn’t die in a car crash. Kibum was almost driving recklessly over the speed limit, only slowing down slightly when Kevin started squeaking.
When Kibum finally stopped at the hotel’s lobby, Kevin let out an inaudible sigh.
“Tell him to-”
“I know.” Kevin cut in, rubbing Kibum’s hand on the steering wheel as some sort of comfort. Kibum had been talking to him about nothing but that, how could he not know? “I’ll tell him.”
Kevin then unbuckled his seatbelt, smiling at Kibum before leaving the car. As he stood to walk, Kevin tried not to limp, certain that Kibum was still staring at his back. Who knows? Kibum might just grab his wrist and disallow him to fulfil his appointment, judging from his current state of mind.
-
Kevin melted into the regular’s arms, smiling prettily while pressing kisses on his collarbone. The man seemed pleased with his kisses, fingers then crawling up Kevin’s skin, bringing his shirt up in the process. Kevin giggled, since this man liked his giggles and he needed to get on the good side of him today. As expected, the man grinned at his cute laughter.
When those fingers belonging to the man brushed over his chest, Kevin moaned, throwing his head back. He then subtly pressed their hips together, grinding against the sensitive length hidden beneath the cloth. The man groaned lowly, swiftly removing Kevin’s shirt while biting his ear roughly.
This was the part Kevin loathed the most, having his ear abused with those sharp teeth. This man believed that he was being gentle, and Kevin couldn’t say otherwise. He whimpered softly, as if enjoying the bites, while rolling up the other man’s shirt teasingly. Kevin swore his ear was turning red with indentations from the bites, but purred nevertheless, stroking the hard nub beneath the shirt.
The man finally released his ear, kissing Kevin’s cheeks as the final touch, satisfied probably with Kevin’s mewls. He then swiftly removed his own shirt and smirked, proud of his rather toned body. Kevin instinctively bit his own lower lip and eyed the body with a seductive gaze, as if mesmerised by the body. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen anyone’s body more magnificent, but boosting the man’s ego was more important than that. The man then chuckled happily at this look, kissing Kevin’s shoulder tenderly while wrapping his arms about Kevin’s waist once more.
Was it a good time to voice out his request?
“Mm, you know…” Kevin pouted, fingers winding through the man’s hair. He then tugged gently so the man could stop leaving saliva on his shoulder, bringing their faces close together instead for the other man to hear him properly. “I got hurt.”
“Little Kevin got hurt?” The man frowned, cupping his face and then brushing a finger over that irresistible pout. It got addictive, apparently, because the man started using all his fingers in a hand to trace the shape of Kevin’s lips. “What happened?”
“A man bullied me.” Kevin sniffed for dramatic effect, burying his head against the man’s chest while pressing himself up against the man as close as possible. He then grinded slowly, feeling the throbbing member through the fabric. Smirking secretly, he knew this was going well. When men are aroused, they start listening to the most ridiculous requests. Kevin had learnt it over the years afterall, knowing this for a fact too well. “So it hurts.”
No, he wasn’t going to say there were three of them.
“Where?” The man frowned harder, somewhat possessive of Kevin. Anyone would be possessive over this man with such bewitching eyes, such tempting lips, such sensitive body. He raised Kevin’s head and gently kissed the younger man, repeating his question. “Where?”
“There.” Kevin vaguely said, biting his lower lip and then pouting once more. He suggestively pointed a finger downwards, while the man’s eyes followed down that slender body, to the tent in Kevin’s pants. “So I can’t have sex with you.”
Catching on, the man decided it was the younger man’s entrance that was hurting. He pressed his lips together to swallow his burning desire and smiled, nodding agreeably. “All right, if you’re hurt then forget it.”
Kevin beamed, impatient to just run out and tell Kibum the man agreed, but he remembered to be thankful. Not in his words, but in his actions. He was a prostitute for a reason, wasn’t he? He kissed the man’s lips softly, leading him to the bed and then straddling the man.
“I’ll make up for it.” Kevin whispered into the man’s ear, finger sliding down the body to the man’s pants. He unbuttoned the lone button on the pants and dragged the zip down, then tugging for the pants to come off the two feet. With a smirk, he leaned down and breathed out warm, moist air over the hidden bulge.
The man arched his back to the erotic sensation, groaning.
-
“Did he do anything?” Kibum worriedly questioned the moment Kevin came down to the lobby. He grabbed onto Kevin’s shoulders, shaking him as if hurrying him to speak. “Are you in pain?”
“Relax.” Kevin replied softly, frightened by the worry. He should be happy, but this was too foreign a feeling for him to know if he should be truly happy or not. “He agreed to plain oral sex.”
Kibum released the vice-like grip about the younger’s shoulder, relief evident on his softened features. He smiled weakly, chuckling as he lowered his head to watch the floor. “That’s great.”
Silly, Kevin thought of himself as silly. What did he really want? He wanted Kibum to care, but when Kibum cared, he was afraid of Kibum’s care. It was a warm feeling to be cared for, so what was he afraid of? He was like a fickle child, wanting a toy and then throwing it aside when he finally gets it after throwing a big tantrum.
What did he really want?
A sudden surge of emotions hit his head, causing him to do a short run into the older man’s embrace and kiss fiercely. Even Kevin wasn’t sure what he was doing, but it felt right to do so. It was the only thing he could do to thank Kibum for his concerns.
Kibum returned the kiss, slowing it down in the process.
As long as Kevin was fine, everything was fine.
As long as Kevin was fine.
-
Kevin blinked amusedly when he reached the car, realising there was a rather cute pink bunny cushion over the passenger seat beside Kibum’s driver seat. Kibum helped open the door and carried Kevin all of a sudden, gently placing him down on the cushion and then adjusting the chair.
“Is this okay? Does it hurt sitting like this?” Kibum frowned in concentration, not used to adjusting chairs.
“Yeah, it’s good like this.” Kevin smiled, pecking Kibum’s cheek when his face was right before him, the older man leaning over his form to adjust the chair a little more. “Thank you.”
Kibum smiled softly, ruffling Kevin’s head of hair. “Tell me if it hurts, or I’ll never forgive you.”
Kevin agreed, while Kibum quickly closed the door and hurried to his side of the car. He would have to take a right turn to the expressway three junctions later and do the refuelling of the car another day, it seems. The faster they get back to the dormitory, afterall, the faster Kevin can lie comfortably.
“Oh, can you give me a verbal consent to stay in your dormitory for the next few days?” Kibum asked, glancing at Kevin who blinked at his question while starting up the car.
Kibum did say he was going to book seven sessions… Was Kibum going to take care of him? Kevin’s mouth fell agape, finally realising the situation. Kibum bought three and a half days so Kevin wouldn’t have to have sex with any man, just resting in his dormitory. From what he knew of Kibum, this was exactly what the older man was planning to do.
“Don’t do that.” Kevin frowned. “Don’t waste your money-”
“Give me a verbal consent.” Kibum cut in, seemingly unhappy with Kevin’s reply. There was a hint of threat in those words, and Kevin was sure the man wouldn’t relent until he got a positive answer.
“Yes.” Kevin sighed, closing his eyes. There was probably no way to stop the determination in those words.
-
“Careful.” Kibum whispered, frowning in concentration as he carried Kevin out from the car, closing the door with his knee and then locking the car with the few fingers he could manage to use. Kibum then instructed the younger to hold onto his neck so Kevin’s centre of gravity wouldn’t accidentally go over Kibum’s arms, causing the younger to fall. “Are you comfortable?”
“K-Kind of.” Kevin blushed slightly. It was quite comfortable to be in Kibum’s arms, although he knew the older was probably asking something else.
The receptionist eyed them both suspiciously, especially when Kibum said Kevin agreed to let him stay overnight for four days. Kevin gave a slight, shy nod, biting his lower lip hesitantly as he gazed at the older man’s focused side profile.
Even if Kibum was kind of scary with his insistence on certain points, this look was…charming. Kevin found himself unconsciously tightening his hold about Kibum’s neck, leaning on his shoulder while breathing against the skin right before his eyes. Did he not realise it earlier? There was something masculine in this scent he was taking it, almost hypnotic. It felt reliable, trustworthy, and very dependable.
As if, Kevin could depend on this man for the rest of his life.
-
<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 :: Chapter 4 :: Chapter 5 :: Chapter 6 :: Chapter 7
Chapter 8 :: Chapter 9 :: Chapter 10 :: Chapter 11 :: Chapter 12 :: Chapter 13 :: Chapter 14 :: Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Kibum woke up early the next day, going to the supermarket to buy some ingredients home. He had bought some fresh fish, a bunch of spring onions, lettuce and some parsley. Spotting some frozen meatballs, Kibum thought Kevin might appreciate them better than the vegetables and placed them in his shopping trolley.
He had seen a shopping list attached to the fridge, which was probably what his father needed but didn’t have the time to buy, and decided to bring it along with him. Some fruits, a pack of frozen chicken wings and some canned tuna were then added to his cart.
As Kibum walked home from the supermarket with both hands full, he wondered if Kevin had woken up and if he was all right. Looking at the food he bought, some thoughts went into whether the younger would have eaten lunch himself or not. Kevin’s first schedule starts at two, so he might either be outside during lunch or lounging in his dormitory cooking something up for himself.
Did Kevin know how to cook?
The thoughts were pushed away temporarily, brain analysing if there were any cars coming his way instead. He would find out later, anyway. Kibum soon reached home, and he skilfully removed his shoes without the use of his hands, before heading to the kitchen. Storing whatever he bought for his father in the refrigerator and freezer respectively, he then looked at the ingredients he had bought for himself and paused.
“Are you cooking?” His father blinked, moving to the kitchen from the dining table where he was having his morning coffee. Kibum turned around and smiled at his father, nodding as he took out the large rice container and scooped out two cups of uncooked ice. “What?”
“Congee. Do you want it for lunch?” Kibum asked, pausing in his actions. His father uncertainly nodded, wondering what his son was up to. It wasn’t an everyday thing that Kibum offered to cook lunch. At his reply, Kibum scooped out another cup of rice. “All right then.”
“Why are you cooking for three people?” Kibum’s father questioned, but the younger man only shook his head with a slight, self-contented smile.
Guess it’s for that prostitute he was visiting, Kibum’s father sighed.
-
Kibum ended up being rather late, since he finished cooking at half past twelve and finished eating and cleaning up at one o’clock. Rushing over to the brothel, he asked for permission to enter Kevin’s room and then walked to the said place, smiling brightly at the lunch he had packed.
“Where are you going?” Kibum frowned, entering the room himself while staring at Kevin stand in front of the mirror. The younger man had unlocked the door earlier, and so he was able to be in front of the mirror when Kibum arrived, checking his attire.
“Client at 2pm.” Kevin calmly replied, eyeing the plastic bag containing the congee Kibum brought. He frowned slightly, looking back up at the older man. “You didn't cook me lunch, did you?”
Kibum tested the sentence Kevin said in his head and decided he would tell the other man the truth anyway - as much as Kevin sounded like he wouldn't like it very much. “Unfortunately for you, I've decided to let you gobble up the most disgusting food you'll ever taste.
Kevin smiled, gesturing at the modest table and two chairs. He rubbed his stomach subtly, a little hungry since he hadn’t had breakfast. He just woke up half an hour ago, actually, thoroughly exhausted after the incident the day before. He was about to roll around in bed and just stay in the comfortable bed when he remembered he had an appointment. Since there wasn’t time, Kevin was prepared to stay hungry until after the appointment with the man at two o’clock. “Grab a chair.”
Kibum sighed wearily, placing the packed congee on what he decided to be Kevin's side of the table, before settling on the other side while taking a seat. He watched Kevin sweep the fabric at his shoulders and tug at the ends of his shirt, and then finally moving to the other side of the table, sitting down.
“Why are you even going out to have sex? Your wound hasn't even healed.” Kibum frowned while Kevin took the plastic container out of the plastic bag, removing the lid and then letting the steam out of the container. When about ten seconds had passed and the steam dissolved into the air, Kevin took the spoon and scooped a spoonful of congee.
“It's not a reason to deny business. The customers and higher-ups will not be very pleased.” Kevin shrugged, blowing gently on the food. He wasn’t the best at eating steaming hot food. “As long as it's not contagious, or if the customer doesn't mind it, I'd have to work even if I'm sick.”
“Tell him you can't let him penetrate you just for today.” Kibum worriedly reached for Kevin's hand, slightly scaring the younger with the overflowing emotions present in those dark orbs.
W-What did those eyes say?
“I'm-I'm fine.” Kevin smiled shakily, ignoring the glance and quickly starting to eat despite the burn it left on his tongue, retracting his hands in the process. “Mm, it's good. You cook a lot?”
“Enough to get by. Stayed in boarding school before.” Kibum nodded, not noticing the other's fidgety demeanor probably due to being too insistent on his point. Kevin shouldn’t entertain any man in his state. His body just wasn’t ready. “Come on, tell him you'll do oral sex for him and that's that. Wounds get worse when torn open for the second time.”
“I'll try.” Kevin smiled, laughing softly at how naggy Kibum seemed to be, the previous overflowing worry now becoming the type that he was used to. “You're like my nanny or something.”
“Can you please just get them to leave you alone for about three days? The doctor said it'd be somewhat well then and you can let those men screw you however they want after that. Well, one by one that is.” Kibum said with disgust, swearing he would manipulate those three into committing suicide one day, if only he could recognise them. He was obviously now referring to the brothel, hoping Kevin could somehow make them give him a break.
“Nah, they'll just ask me to be careful. It's okay if no one finds me, but if someone does, I'll have to entertain.” Kevin quickly finished the lunch when he realised he was only left with fifteen minutes to the appointed time, thanking Kibum for the food. He stood up, and the older man took it as a sign to do the same. “It was good, your girlfriend, future one, would be pleased.”
“I know, I'll book you. For seven sessions, morning and night. After this morning one, you're left with me. That's fine, right? There's no schedule yet, right?” Kibum suggested with a glint in his eyes, flashing a smile for the first time that day. If the brothel wouldn’t let Kevin rest, then he would just have to do it within his own means.
“What?” Kevin blinked, processing Kibum's words and then checking his phone for his schedule. “Well, none that I know of, but why would you do that?”
“Mm...” Kibum shook his head, not wanting to explain as he checked the time, then moving towards the door while Kevin walked to the mirror for a final check. “I'll fetch you there and wait for you to be done. Then you'll be mine for...four days?”
Kevin sighed at Kibum’s behaviour, not understanding but knowing Kibum probably wouldn’t explain, thus only rearranging the stray strands of hair on his head before grabbing his keys. “Let's go then.”
-
Kibum watched as Kevin got in the car and planted his bottom on the chair firmly, before wincing. He frowned, getting anxious and asked if Kevin was hurting and if he felt like the wound had accidentally tore. He even told Kevin to do a half-stand at his seat so he could check if there was any blood, but Kevin reached for his hand, giving it a squeeze.
“Relax.” Kevin smiled, hiding his uncertainty over such a Kibum. “I’m fine.”
Kibum unwillingly nodded, starting the engine while driving Kevin to the appointed hotel. They then sat in silence, Kibum trying to remain calm and not crash into the cars in front of him, Kevin trying to believe he wouldn’t die in a car crash. Kibum was almost driving recklessly over the speed limit, only slowing down slightly when Kevin started squeaking.
When Kibum finally stopped at the hotel’s lobby, Kevin let out an inaudible sigh.
“Tell him to-”
“I know.” Kevin cut in, rubbing Kibum’s hand on the steering wheel as some sort of comfort. Kibum had been talking to him about nothing but that, how could he not know? “I’ll tell him.”
Kevin then unbuckled his seatbelt, smiling at Kibum before leaving the car. As he stood to walk, Kevin tried not to limp, certain that Kibum was still staring at his back. Who knows? Kibum might just grab his wrist and disallow him to fulfil his appointment, judging from his current state of mind.
-
Kevin melted into the regular’s arms, smiling prettily while pressing kisses on his collarbone. The man seemed pleased with his kisses, fingers then crawling up Kevin’s skin, bringing his shirt up in the process. Kevin giggled, since this man liked his giggles and he needed to get on the good side of him today. As expected, the man grinned at his cute laughter.
When those fingers belonging to the man brushed over his chest, Kevin moaned, throwing his head back. He then subtly pressed their hips together, grinding against the sensitive length hidden beneath the cloth. The man groaned lowly, swiftly removing Kevin’s shirt while biting his ear roughly.
This was the part Kevin loathed the most, having his ear abused with those sharp teeth. This man believed that he was being gentle, and Kevin couldn’t say otherwise. He whimpered softly, as if enjoying the bites, while rolling up the other man’s shirt teasingly. Kevin swore his ear was turning red with indentations from the bites, but purred nevertheless, stroking the hard nub beneath the shirt.
The man finally released his ear, kissing Kevin’s cheeks as the final touch, satisfied probably with Kevin’s mewls. He then swiftly removed his own shirt and smirked, proud of his rather toned body. Kevin instinctively bit his own lower lip and eyed the body with a seductive gaze, as if mesmerised by the body. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen anyone’s body more magnificent, but boosting the man’s ego was more important than that. The man then chuckled happily at this look, kissing Kevin’s shoulder tenderly while wrapping his arms about Kevin’s waist once more.
Was it a good time to voice out his request?
“Mm, you know…” Kevin pouted, fingers winding through the man’s hair. He then tugged gently so the man could stop leaving saliva on his shoulder, bringing their faces close together instead for the other man to hear him properly. “I got hurt.”
“Little Kevin got hurt?” The man frowned, cupping his face and then brushing a finger over that irresistible pout. It got addictive, apparently, because the man started using all his fingers in a hand to trace the shape of Kevin’s lips. “What happened?”
“A man bullied me.” Kevin sniffed for dramatic effect, burying his head against the man’s chest while pressing himself up against the man as close as possible. He then grinded slowly, feeling the throbbing member through the fabric. Smirking secretly, he knew this was going well. When men are aroused, they start listening to the most ridiculous requests. Kevin had learnt it over the years afterall, knowing this for a fact too well. “So it hurts.”
No, he wasn’t going to say there were three of them.
“Where?” The man frowned harder, somewhat possessive of Kevin. Anyone would be possessive over this man with such bewitching eyes, such tempting lips, such sensitive body. He raised Kevin’s head and gently kissed the younger man, repeating his question. “Where?”
“There.” Kevin vaguely said, biting his lower lip and then pouting once more. He suggestively pointed a finger downwards, while the man’s eyes followed down that slender body, to the tent in Kevin’s pants. “So I can’t have sex with you.”
Catching on, the man decided it was the younger man’s entrance that was hurting. He pressed his lips together to swallow his burning desire and smiled, nodding agreeably. “All right, if you’re hurt then forget it.”
Kevin beamed, impatient to just run out and tell Kibum the man agreed, but he remembered to be thankful. Not in his words, but in his actions. He was a prostitute for a reason, wasn’t he? He kissed the man’s lips softly, leading him to the bed and then straddling the man.
“I’ll make up for it.” Kevin whispered into the man’s ear, finger sliding down the body to the man’s pants. He unbuttoned the lone button on the pants and dragged the zip down, then tugging for the pants to come off the two feet. With a smirk, he leaned down and breathed out warm, moist air over the hidden bulge.
The man arched his back to the erotic sensation, groaning.
-
“Did he do anything?” Kibum worriedly questioned the moment Kevin came down to the lobby. He grabbed onto Kevin’s shoulders, shaking him as if hurrying him to speak. “Are you in pain?”
“Relax.” Kevin replied softly, frightened by the worry. He should be happy, but this was too foreign a feeling for him to know if he should be truly happy or not. “He agreed to plain oral sex.”
Kibum released the vice-like grip about the younger’s shoulder, relief evident on his softened features. He smiled weakly, chuckling as he lowered his head to watch the floor. “That’s great.”
Silly, Kevin thought of himself as silly. What did he really want? He wanted Kibum to care, but when Kibum cared, he was afraid of Kibum’s care. It was a warm feeling to be cared for, so what was he afraid of? He was like a fickle child, wanting a toy and then throwing it aside when he finally gets it after throwing a big tantrum.
What did he really want?
A sudden surge of emotions hit his head, causing him to do a short run into the older man’s embrace and kiss fiercely. Even Kevin wasn’t sure what he was doing, but it felt right to do so. It was the only thing he could do to thank Kibum for his concerns.
Kibum returned the kiss, slowing it down in the process.
As long as Kevin was fine, everything was fine.
As long as Kevin was fine.
-
Kevin blinked amusedly when he reached the car, realising there was a rather cute pink bunny cushion over the passenger seat beside Kibum’s driver seat. Kibum helped open the door and carried Kevin all of a sudden, gently placing him down on the cushion and then adjusting the chair.
“Is this okay? Does it hurt sitting like this?” Kibum frowned in concentration, not used to adjusting chairs.
“Yeah, it’s good like this.” Kevin smiled, pecking Kibum’s cheek when his face was right before him, the older man leaning over his form to adjust the chair a little more. “Thank you.”
Kibum smiled softly, ruffling Kevin’s head of hair. “Tell me if it hurts, or I’ll never forgive you.”
Kevin agreed, while Kibum quickly closed the door and hurried to his side of the car. He would have to take a right turn to the expressway three junctions later and do the refuelling of the car another day, it seems. The faster they get back to the dormitory, afterall, the faster Kevin can lie comfortably.
“Oh, can you give me a verbal consent to stay in your dormitory for the next few days?” Kibum asked, glancing at Kevin who blinked at his question while starting up the car.
Kibum did say he was going to book seven sessions… Was Kibum going to take care of him? Kevin’s mouth fell agape, finally realising the situation. Kibum bought three and a half days so Kevin wouldn’t have to have sex with any man, just resting in his dormitory. From what he knew of Kibum, this was exactly what the older man was planning to do.
“Don’t do that.” Kevin frowned. “Don’t waste your money-”
“Give me a verbal consent.” Kibum cut in, seemingly unhappy with Kevin’s reply. There was a hint of threat in those words, and Kevin was sure the man wouldn’t relent until he got a positive answer.
“Yes.” Kevin sighed, closing his eyes. There was probably no way to stop the determination in those words.
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“Careful.” Kibum whispered, frowning in concentration as he carried Kevin out from the car, closing the door with his knee and then locking the car with the few fingers he could manage to use. Kibum then instructed the younger to hold onto his neck so Kevin’s centre of gravity wouldn’t accidentally go over Kibum’s arms, causing the younger to fall. “Are you comfortable?”
“K-Kind of.” Kevin blushed slightly. It was quite comfortable to be in Kibum’s arms, although he knew the older was probably asking something else.
The receptionist eyed them both suspiciously, especially when Kibum said Kevin agreed to let him stay overnight for four days. Kevin gave a slight, shy nod, biting his lower lip hesitantly as he gazed at the older man’s focused side profile.
Even if Kibum was kind of scary with his insistence on certain points, this look was…charming. Kevin found himself unconsciously tightening his hold about Kibum’s neck, leaning on his shoulder while breathing against the skin right before his eyes. Did he not realise it earlier? There was something masculine in this scent he was taking it, almost hypnotic. It felt reliable, trustworthy, and very dependable.
As if, Kevin could depend on this man for the rest of his life.
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