Carnality
Author: tinyscribbles80
Title: Carnality
Pairing: Doojoon / Junhyung
Rating: R
Summary: Junhyung is a male prostitute and sex isn’t just fleshly desires
A/N: B2st 100 Fics Challenge | 002. Sex
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The night was sweltering. It’s as hot as his touch. The room heavy with a musky scent and the bed creaked to a lusty rhythm. Junhyung hissed elicited by the rough tweak on his left nipple. Another hand stroked the length of his cock. The hardness that was pounding into him found his sweet spot and he couldn’t help the whimper escaping his lips. The man above him stopped moving. What little light managed to filter between the curtains showed the handsome face of a man smiling down at him. From the light in his eyes, they told him that he wanted Junhyung to beg.
Son of a bitch
With one swift practiced motion, they reversed their position and Doojoon laughed stroking his cheek. Not that he saw anything funny, so he just stared back and shifted angling for his prostrate. Pleasure was after all a selfish thing and he shuddered, his eyes clamping shut drowned by the jolt of sweet pain.
He rode him fast, wantonly mewling and grinding. Their pants grew heavier. Moans became louder as crescendos peaked. Awareness dimmed by the intense pleasure. Junhyung barely noticed being yanked around. They moved without breaking pace, Doojoon’s thrust became even more vigorous. They hit with accuracy that he couldn’t help but clutch onto the bed sheets till his nails bent, holding onto the insanity of bliss. Maybe his moans turned into screams. He didn’t know. Doojoon’s hand was now wrapped around his cock. Just as Doojoon’s was pulsating inside him, his was too as that fervent hand stroked and rubbed matching their frantic cadence. Then, like a string strung too tight, they snapped with cum spurting released, two bodies convulsed into a boneless heap.
Sanity returned once more. Doojoon eased his way out and Junhyung rolled onto his back. With trembling hands, he reached for his cigarette and like an alarm clock, Doojoon’s handset rang. He looked at the man beside him. There was a smile as he answered the phone. He wondered for a bit how it would feel like to kiss his lips and looked away when caught staring. The man had been a long-time customer of his but they’ve never kissed. It was a rule of thumb. He never lets a customer touch that part of his body.
Doojoon was now whispering into the phone, speculations without an answer because he never asked. He might have a wife at home or a girlfriend or maybe a boyfriend since he consorted with a male prostitute. It wasn’t any of his business really. They paid him for pleasure and that’s it full stop, there will never be a comma.
That little laughter brought his eyes back to him again. Doojoon’s lips were puckered slightly and he kissed the mouthpiece and like those occasional times, thoughts of wondering filled him again.
The bed shifted and Junhyung watched him cleaned himself and put on his clothes. It was another rule. Customers never linger after business. He sat up finally lighting the cigarette that was dangling from between his lips, clouding his space with grey smoke. Behind that veil, he watched Doojoon approach him with a couple of bills in his hand. He surprised him when he sat by him.
“I’m sorry.” Doojoon apologized.
“So this is it?” It wasn’t a question. It was after all a normal occurrence. Customers come and go. Doojoon smiled. A different smile that was somewhat painful and that handsome face he’d came to know to inch closer. Junhyung held his breath, his eyes were wide opened and when their lips met, when they started to kiss, it was exactly like what he imagined - soft and sweet with a taste of mischief.
Like how the kiss was brief, the man was gone within a moment. Junhyung took a drag of his cigarette. The money that he left was neatly spread on the bedside table. He reached for them. The crispness of the bills cut into his finger and he burned hole after hole into them with the tip of his cigarette.
Sex was just an empty carnal desire. But he didn’t know that giving up his body wholly could be so heart breaking.
Title: Carnality
Pairing: Doojoon / Junhyung
Rating: R
Summary: Junhyung is a male prostitute and sex isn’t just fleshly desires
A/N: B2st 100 Fics Challenge | 002. Sex
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The night was sweltering. It’s as hot as his touch. The room heavy with a musky scent and the bed creaked to a lusty rhythm. Junhyung hissed elicited by the rough tweak on his left nipple. Another hand stroked the length of his cock. The hardness that was pounding into him found his sweet spot and he couldn’t help the whimper escaping his lips. The man above him stopped moving. What little light managed to filter between the curtains showed the handsome face of a man smiling down at him. From the light in his eyes, they told him that he wanted Junhyung to beg.
Son of a bitch
With one swift practiced motion, they reversed their position and Doojoon laughed stroking his cheek. Not that he saw anything funny, so he just stared back and shifted angling for his prostrate. Pleasure was after all a selfish thing and he shuddered, his eyes clamping shut drowned by the jolt of sweet pain.
He rode him fast, wantonly mewling and grinding. Their pants grew heavier. Moans became louder as crescendos peaked. Awareness dimmed by the intense pleasure. Junhyung barely noticed being yanked around. They moved without breaking pace, Doojoon’s thrust became even more vigorous. They hit with accuracy that he couldn’t help but clutch onto the bed sheets till his nails bent, holding onto the insanity of bliss. Maybe his moans turned into screams. He didn’t know. Doojoon’s hand was now wrapped around his cock. Just as Doojoon’s was pulsating inside him, his was too as that fervent hand stroked and rubbed matching their frantic cadence. Then, like a string strung too tight, they snapped with cum spurting released, two bodies convulsed into a boneless heap.
Sanity returned once more. Doojoon eased his way out and Junhyung rolled onto his back. With trembling hands, he reached for his cigarette and like an alarm clock, Doojoon’s handset rang. He looked at the man beside him. There was a smile as he answered the phone. He wondered for a bit how it would feel like to kiss his lips and looked away when caught staring. The man had been a long-time customer of his but they’ve never kissed. It was a rule of thumb. He never lets a customer touch that part of his body.
Doojoon was now whispering into the phone, speculations without an answer because he never asked. He might have a wife at home or a girlfriend or maybe a boyfriend since he consorted with a male prostitute. It wasn’t any of his business really. They paid him for pleasure and that’s it full stop, there will never be a comma.
That little laughter brought his eyes back to him again. Doojoon’s lips were puckered slightly and he kissed the mouthpiece and like those occasional times, thoughts of wondering filled him again.
The bed shifted and Junhyung watched him cleaned himself and put on his clothes. It was another rule. Customers never linger after business. He sat up finally lighting the cigarette that was dangling from between his lips, clouding his space with grey smoke. Behind that veil, he watched Doojoon approach him with a couple of bills in his hand. He surprised him when he sat by him.
“I’m sorry.” Doojoon apologized.
“So this is it?” It wasn’t a question. It was after all a normal occurrence. Customers come and go. Doojoon smiled. A different smile that was somewhat painful and that handsome face he’d came to know to inch closer. Junhyung held his breath, his eyes were wide opened and when their lips met, when they started to kiss, it was exactly like what he imagined - soft and sweet with a taste of mischief.
Like how the kiss was brief, the man was gone within a moment. Junhyung took a drag of his cigarette. The money that he left was neatly spread on the bedside table. He reached for them. The crispness of the bills cut into his finger and he burned hole after hole into them with the tip of his cigarette.
Sex was just an empty carnal desire. But he didn’t know that giving up his body wholly could be so heart breaking.