MASTER
this is for you guys, sarah and monica....why you make me so perverted and i can't believe i just broke two of my rules in one day....first fluff now SMUT. oh god help me.
MASTER
The hallway was musky, cheap and thrown out of focus by all the flickering lights. Kyuhyun grimaced, he didn’t know why he let Eunhyuk and Yesung talk him into coming to a place like this. Now he was forced to either watch his friends getting lapdanced by that fiery redhead….what kind of name was Rella for a boy anyway? He didn’t like his lovers to be girly little things. Otherwise he would’ve just dated a girl for godsake.
The room he was directed to opened without a key. Of course, keys weren’t needed here, not when people strolled in and out of these rooms at unholy times. It was mostly cast in shadows, only the moonlight flitting through the curtains offering the slightest illumination. He thought it was empty for a second before a large pair of eyes appeared right in front of him and he almost jumped back. Almost. He went to turn on the light, but small hands stopped him, hands that trailed from his arm to his shoulders and down his chest, all soft touches and unspoken invitation.
It wasn’t until they were on the bed and he was in nothing but his pants and the other was in nothing at all, that he finaly saw the small, petitite face and sharp cheekbones. In a way this one was even more feminine than the Redhead whore outside, but there was some resemblance of innocence in this face that drew him in. It was only after this boy had left teeth marks all down his neck and kissed and sucked at every fucking place on his body, except there, that he saw the lusty look of desire in those soft eyes.
A soft moan escaped his lips as the boy continued to work on him, until he was so hard that it hurt, and still the other didn’t touch him, didn’t help him. Kyuhyun was a second away from touching himself, when the other leaned back completely. He was dazed for a second, before freezing up, following those dangerously innocent eyes to the corner of the small room. Then he could only gape as a lean figure stepped out of the deep shadows. The moonlight danced off his skin, making it glow and at first all he could see was soft blonde hair that he itched to run his fingers through and grip it tight. Then he saw those legs and a whimper escaped, especially when he saw long fingers tease at the zip of the skin tight leather pants.
“Hello” The beautiful stranger had a low husky voice, an accent of some sort. It turned Kyuhyun on like nothing else. “hankyung desu…”, then unbelievably that voice dropped even lower, “you may call me Master”. And Kyuhyun had to bite his cheek to not come right then. Then Kyuhyun wasn’t even thinking anymore, because this Hankyung had nodded and the boy finally touched him, small fingers cupping his throbbing member and then it wasn’t just small fingers, but long elegant ones that entwined between those small ones and then they were moving. Kyuhyun tried to breathe through the hands massaging and squeezing on his cock and the tongue twirling around his earlobe as Hankyung pressed up close behind him. Close enough to grind him in some impossible way as if those hips knew no limit and he came right in the boy’s small hands.
Kyuhyun would’ve happily paid for their services so far and walked out to thank his friends for bringing him here, but clearly Hankyung had different plans, because before Kyuhyun could even come down from his high, there was lips against his member and oh fuck…what WAS this Hankyung? Because no human could have a tongue that skilled. Then Kyuhyun didn’t really care what the hell Hankyung was, because the blonde man was twirling that tongue and sucking, hard enough to make his member throb dangerously. He wanted to touch, to feel, to return the pleasure and sweet torture, but Hankyung was behind him and he held all the power. So instead he sucked at the younger man’s nipples, biting not so gently, the soft whimpers driving him on, until he had three fingers in the boy’s tight hole before he even realized. Time seemed to be not working, because Hankyung was stroking and pumping him far too slow and since when was there fingers inside of him?
There were hands on his hips, guiding and controlling until he was deep inside the boy and oh god, it was so tight. He had barely started finding a rhythm when the rhythm found him, and there was no pain, only unbelievable pleasure as Hankyung thrusted all the way into him, managing to hit that sweet spot on the first go. They found a rhythm somehow, a perfect rocking that had Kyuhyun gasping and swearing in languages he did not even know. “Hankyung…”, it escaped him unconsciously and he didn’t realize he had spoken aloud until everything suddenly stopped. No motion. If it had hurt before, this pain burned right through him. But he didn’t know why the other had stopped and how to get it back and his mind was shutting down when he realized and gasped it out just as Hankyung was pulling out, “Master!” Then the warmth was back, the heat and the movement and he felt Hankyung’s hand move, sliding across his thigh before wrapping around the boy’s member, earning a choked gasp and the tightening of muscles around him that pushed Kyuhyun over the edge. The body beneath him quickly followed, but Hankyung thrusted hard into him..into them, several more times, before he came with a rich, sensual sigh.
Kyuhyun didn’t remember getting dressed or paying or how he even managed to get to the door, but he would always remember the way Hankyung stretched luxuriously-like a jungle cat-across the other boy (“Ryeowook”, Hankyung had muttered, while playing with the boy’s hair) lap and the way those lips curled at the corners. A challenge.
And Kyuhyun knew he would be back.
MASTER
The hallway was musky, cheap and thrown out of focus by all the flickering lights. Kyuhyun grimaced, he didn’t know why he let Eunhyuk and Yesung talk him into coming to a place like this. Now he was forced to either watch his friends getting lapdanced by that fiery redhead….what kind of name was Rella for a boy anyway? He didn’t like his lovers to be girly little things. Otherwise he would’ve just dated a girl for godsake.
The room he was directed to opened without a key. Of course, keys weren’t needed here, not when people strolled in and out of these rooms at unholy times. It was mostly cast in shadows, only the moonlight flitting through the curtains offering the slightest illumination. He thought it was empty for a second before a large pair of eyes appeared right in front of him and he almost jumped back. Almost. He went to turn on the light, but small hands stopped him, hands that trailed from his arm to his shoulders and down his chest, all soft touches and unspoken invitation.
It wasn’t until they were on the bed and he was in nothing but his pants and the other was in nothing at all, that he finaly saw the small, petitite face and sharp cheekbones. In a way this one was even more feminine than the Redhead whore outside, but there was some resemblance of innocence in this face that drew him in. It was only after this boy had left teeth marks all down his neck and kissed and sucked at every fucking place on his body, except there, that he saw the lusty look of desire in those soft eyes.
A soft moan escaped his lips as the boy continued to work on him, until he was so hard that it hurt, and still the other didn’t touch him, didn’t help him. Kyuhyun was a second away from touching himself, when the other leaned back completely. He was dazed for a second, before freezing up, following those dangerously innocent eyes to the corner of the small room. Then he could only gape as a lean figure stepped out of the deep shadows. The moonlight danced off his skin, making it glow and at first all he could see was soft blonde hair that he itched to run his fingers through and grip it tight. Then he saw those legs and a whimper escaped, especially when he saw long fingers tease at the zip of the skin tight leather pants.
“Hello” The beautiful stranger had a low husky voice, an accent of some sort. It turned Kyuhyun on like nothing else. “hankyung desu…”, then unbelievably that voice dropped even lower, “you may call me Master”. And Kyuhyun had to bite his cheek to not come right then. Then Kyuhyun wasn’t even thinking anymore, because this Hankyung had nodded and the boy finally touched him, small fingers cupping his throbbing member and then it wasn’t just small fingers, but long elegant ones that entwined between those small ones and then they were moving. Kyuhyun tried to breathe through the hands massaging and squeezing on his cock and the tongue twirling around his earlobe as Hankyung pressed up close behind him. Close enough to grind him in some impossible way as if those hips knew no limit and he came right in the boy’s small hands.
Kyuhyun would’ve happily paid for their services so far and walked out to thank his friends for bringing him here, but clearly Hankyung had different plans, because before Kyuhyun could even come down from his high, there was lips against his member and oh fuck…what WAS this Hankyung? Because no human could have a tongue that skilled. Then Kyuhyun didn’t really care what the hell Hankyung was, because the blonde man was twirling that tongue and sucking, hard enough to make his member throb dangerously. He wanted to touch, to feel, to return the pleasure and sweet torture, but Hankyung was behind him and he held all the power. So instead he sucked at the younger man’s nipples, biting not so gently, the soft whimpers driving him on, until he had three fingers in the boy’s tight hole before he even realized. Time seemed to be not working, because Hankyung was stroking and pumping him far too slow and since when was there fingers inside of him?
There were hands on his hips, guiding and controlling until he was deep inside the boy and oh god, it was so tight. He had barely started finding a rhythm when the rhythm found him, and there was no pain, only unbelievable pleasure as Hankyung thrusted all the way into him, managing to hit that sweet spot on the first go. They found a rhythm somehow, a perfect rocking that had Kyuhyun gasping and swearing in languages he did not even know. “Hankyung…”, it escaped him unconsciously and he didn’t realize he had spoken aloud until everything suddenly stopped. No motion. If it had hurt before, this pain burned right through him. But he didn’t know why the other had stopped and how to get it back and his mind was shutting down when he realized and gasped it out just as Hankyung was pulling out, “Master!” Then the warmth was back, the heat and the movement and he felt Hankyung’s hand move, sliding across his thigh before wrapping around the boy’s member, earning a choked gasp and the tightening of muscles around him that pushed Kyuhyun over the edge. The body beneath him quickly followed, but Hankyung thrusted hard into him..into them, several more times, before he came with a rich, sensual sigh.
Kyuhyun didn’t remember getting dressed or paying or how he even managed to get to the door, but he would always remember the way Hankyung stretched luxuriously-like a jungle cat-across the other boy (“Ryeowook”, Hankyung had muttered, while playing with the boy’s hair) lap and the way those lips curled at the corners. A challenge.
And Kyuhyun knew he would be back.