Penthouse
He feels like a used whore. On all fours with his face shoved in the pillows and his ass in the air for him to pound into like he does every time. But this time he doesn’t like it, this time he wants to push him away and scamper out of his own penthouse, this time it’s wrong because he knows. Ever since he saw him with that man, saw him smiling and holding hands, being sweet and kind, he knows that he’s the homewrecker, that he’s the other man, that he means nothing to Chen. And that, that makes him cry. So, he rubs his face into the pillows to dry his tears and works on steading his breathing the best he can when being fucked. Focuses on the man above him grunting, trying to find pleasure in the fact that he’s the one making Chen moan and speed up faster. But he can’t not when Chen’s pinned his arms over his head so he can’t jerk himself or be jerked off. No, his cock is left there and it begins to wilt when the mindless fucking becomes too rough and raw for pleasure and he’s now regretting letting him take him unprepared. But he can’t say ‘no’, can’t tell Chen ‘no more we’re through’, because he is not in charge. He is a bottom through and through. And with Chen being his boss he really can’t say ‘no’ not unless he wants to lose his beautiful top floor apartment and generous salary. But if he were really being honest, he wouldn’t want to. What he wants to do is have Chen pick him, pick him over that other man, but he can’t and won’t say that not ever. No, Chen owns him so his entire future depends on him. Without his pimp he’s just another unwanted slut selling himself for money. He just shuts up and takes it, cause, hey, that is his job after all. Chen finally comes condom slowly filling because he says he doesn’t want to get any STD’s or I’s from a bitch. And that hurts that hurts a lot knowing what he thinks of him. But Kyungsoo will not complain not when he gets a part of his fuck-money, not when he gets a place all to himself rent free, not when Chen hand picks his customers. But it still hurts. Chen pulls out of him now, flopping to the side and tossing the used condom into the trashcan.
“Why didn’t you cum?” he asks, “You always cum.”
Kyungsoo stays silent.
“Was I to hard?”
Again no response. Kyungsoo has put all his strength into holding back those tears and talking would ruin it.
“You saw us didn’t you,” it’s not a question he already knows, he always knows, “Did you think we were exclusive. Did you think that you would fuck around and I wouldn’t.”
And Kyungsoo is crying now. Hot, wets tracks streaking his pale face and catching in the corners of his lips, “No.”
“No? Then what? What is hurting you so?” and for once it sounds like he cares, like he actually wants to know. So Kyungsoo tells him.
“I saw you happy. I saw you smiling and laughing. And that made me realize that I really am just a whole to fuck. To everyone, not just you.”
Chen sits up, looking at Kyungsoo the entire time. But Kyungsoo won’t meet his eyes. So he slides his hands under his back and lifts, and Kyungsoo his putty in his hands, sliding into his lap and resting his head on Chen’s shoulder to hide his face.
“Why can’t you be like that with me?”
This time it’s Chen who silent.
But Kyungsoo knows, he always knows. Chen does not fall in love with whores.
“Why didn’t you cum?” he asks, “You always cum.”
Kyungsoo stays silent.
“Was I to hard?”
Again no response. Kyungsoo has put all his strength into holding back those tears and talking would ruin it.
“You saw us didn’t you,” it’s not a question he already knows, he always knows, “Did you think we were exclusive. Did you think that you would fuck around and I wouldn’t.”
And Kyungsoo is crying now. Hot, wets tracks streaking his pale face and catching in the corners of his lips, “No.”
“No? Then what? What is hurting you so?” and for once it sounds like he cares, like he actually wants to know. So Kyungsoo tells him.
“I saw you happy. I saw you smiling and laughing. And that made me realize that I really am just a whole to fuck. To everyone, not just you.”
Chen sits up, looking at Kyungsoo the entire time. But Kyungsoo won’t meet his eyes. So he slides his hands under his back and lifts, and Kyungsoo his putty in his hands, sliding into his lap and resting his head on Chen’s shoulder to hide his face.
“Why can’t you be like that with me?”
This time it’s Chen who silent.
But Kyungsoo knows, he always knows. Chen does not fall in love with whores.