Night Stands
Kris/Tao, 4383, NC17
Kris is new and Tao's ready to show him a good time.
A/N: I wrote taoris smut for a friend and this is precisely why I never write smut.
"Hey, Tao, you've got one coming."
Tao groans. Being on call means that hypothetically, he'd be the one to entertain any sudden guests, but they're still kind of a hole in the wall in terms of status, and all their guests are usually regulars so to Tao, being on call means free time. Getting that taken away makes him irritable, as does the prospect of a guest who does not have an appointment, in which case means he (or she, as irregular as that is) is a newbie. Great.
Tao gently removes Jongin's head from his lap and scoots the dozing boy over slightly-Tao doesn't blame him in the least. The kid has to wake up at seven for class. Tao is rarely up by eight-and roughly shrugs off Sehun's head from his shoulder. The blond doesn't even bat an eye, just curls himself around Jongin and resumes his game. That done, Tao gets up to leave and catches a manic grin out of the corner of his eye.
"How much do you wanna bet it's an acne-ridden eighteen year old? Probably picked you because they saw 'Chinese' and want something exotic. Wouldn't be the first time." Chanyeol sneers, looking up from his phone. Then the smirk falters and he meets Tao's eyes. "In all seriousness, call me if you need anything." Wow. That's a little... different. Tao blinks, opening his mouth to thank the man but then, "I just got a new box of really spiky things and I don't know what they do so it would be great if you could try them and report back." Tao levels him with a glare then turns on his heel, Chanyeol's laughter following him across the room and then ending abruptly as he slams the double doors behind him, huffing.
Tao knows that Chanyeol might have been a bit more sincere, was it not past midnight. The man always gets a little out of it past eleven. All of his guests love it. They make appointments for one and two in the morning.
He knows that if he wanted sympathy, the only one he'd get it from would be Minseok-or Jongin, but the boy is useless and lethargic as soon as the sun sets-but alas, the eldest is off entertaining his own guest, a regular who keeps threatening to buy the man so that no one else can have him. Minseok has to kindly remind him that he is here of his own volition and actually works as an accountant during the day.
Tao's suede shoes create echoing clicks as he walks across the spotless marble, turning down hall after hall. The furnished break room (complete with a kitchenette!) is far from the main entrance, a safety precaution and a demand from the owner. Tao really doesn't mind the walk, anyway. He enters the lobby, a large room with a domed ceiling and water fountain in the center. The man at the front desk waves him over and Tao smiles despite himself. He's always a little mollified by Joonmyun's refusal to hire a secretary, leaving himself as owner and honorary paper-pusher.
"New guest?"
Joonmyun nods and motions Tao closer. The taller prepares himself for the usual speech, but that's not what he gets. "I want you to call me first if anything-and I mean anything-goes wrong. He picked you as soon as he saw that you were fresh here from China and he's. Um. Quite tall," Joonmyun finishes worriedly, wringing his hands and staring at Tao imploringly. Tao laughs and Joonmyun glowers.
"I'm sorry," he says, sobering up. He reaches across the desk and grabs the small white card, unyielding to Joonmyun's annoyed little slaps. "I will be fine. No need to worry. I can take care of myself, Dama."
Joonmyun smiles fondly, but then the word clicks and he gapes and Tao, who waves before heading into the waiting room. Minseok had immediately ruined all of Tao's fun upon arrival with his four years of Mandarin from college, gaping at Tao before whispering translations into the ears of Tao's targets. By now, all of Tao's coworkers know every single swear in Mandarin, courtesy of Tao and a bemused Minseok.
There is only one man in the waiting room, and to Tao's infinite delight, he does not look eighteen or someone who might be a sinophile. But appearances can be deceiving. Tao has learned that, if nothing else. "Mr. Wu?" The man glances up. "Sorry for the wait, but if you could please follow me, I will show you to the room."
The man stands and Tao looks down at the card. Joonmyun has them in one of Tao's farthest rooms, but one with a king bed so he really can't complain. His eyes glance down towards the time and he almost stops in place. What. The man has paid for four hours. Four. Does he think that Tao is a machine? The longest Tao has ever gone is two and a half. What would even take four hours? Tao grimaces, remembering that Chanyeol was once taken for a whole day. He couldn't walk right for a week after. Tao might take a sick day tomorrow. He might take two sick days.
He almost walks right past the room but catches himself, squaring his shoulders and keying in the code. The door is unlocked with a barely audible click, and then Tao steps in, leaving the card on the round table to his right. The door closes shut behind him and Tao can feel the unvoiced amazement behind him and agrees. Their self-made millionaire CEO had pulled out all the stops in creating the building, adding a small kitchenette in each room, and dark red furnishings and wallpaper. The beds are atop tiered floors and the cushions are immense and extremely fluffy. Even the couches in the break room are not lacking. The man pays the janitorial staff well above minimum wage, and employed his well-meaning but jobless-law degrees are practically useless, no matter the place they come from-younger brother as the owner. Tao could not want for more.
"So," he starts, turning to face his guest, "what can I do for you?"
The man stays silent, eyeing Tao. The latter notes that he is wearing a suit and still carrying a briefcase.
Tao groans inwardly, collapsing onto one of the padded chairs at the wooden table. His guest stays put. This is going to be a long four hours.
"Do you want to watch as I touch myself? Are you into breathplay? I know Chanyeol has some whips next door if that strikes your fancy." The man looks to be in pain, lips pursed and grip tight on his briefcase. "Mr. Wu, I can't be of any use until you tell me what it is that you want."
The man starts. "Um. For starters, could you please call me Yifan? Only my clients call me Mr. Wu," he laughs weakly.
"Not 'Daddy?'" Yifan turns beet red and Tao smirks. How cute. "Well, Yifan, I noticed that you had paid for four hours. Is there anything you had in mind?"
"Actually. I really have no idea how any of this works and I thought the time would include waiting and I wasn't aware if this was an escort service or not? Or if the time would include doing paperwork or a consultation. So I paid for how long I thought it would take total." He scuffs his shoes against the floor and eyes the door. "I can leave early if-"
"Oh, no," Tao interrupts, shaking his head and stepping forward. "I always make sure that my guests get what they paid for. Now, how about we start by getting you out of these stuffy clothes?" Yifan doesn't protest as Tao removes his jacket, silently assisting by setting down his briefcase and toeing off his shoes. Tao sets each article down carefully, fully aware of and preening beneath the heavy gaze. This is one of his favorite parts. After removing a standard, beige tie, he carefully unbuttons the man's button up and reveals the skin beneath. Yes. It's not like Jongin, not toned and indented with muscle lines from years of intense dance and careful finesse; it's rather soft, but by no means chubby, and it's firm under his fingertips. He feels vibrations and looks up to see that Yifan is chuckling, smiling fondly down at him. Tao take this chance, now that he is up close, to examine his features. They are severe, an angular face, bushy eyebrows knitted together, and small mouth pursed. He might look angry, only his eyes are warm and full of mirth and Tao takes back everything he said before. He has struck gold.
Back to the situation at hand. Tao has Yifan half naked, now he needs to do the other half. Unbuttoning black trousers, he hums in thanks as Yifan steps out of them, socks removed as well. Tao casts his gaze downward and tells himself not to expect anything, slowly peeling away Yifan's plain black boxers. He has done something wonderful in his past life. Tao was probably a saint or something because he is being rewarded with a giant cock for his good deeds. Tao meets Yifan's eyes, neck protesting at the sudden motion.
"Please, I ca-" Tao stops, swallowing his words. Two years surrounded by the language and he still stumbles over it like a newborn.
"Is this easier?" Kris asks, Mandarin rolling off his tongue like honey.
Tao has been blessed by the gods. He nods fervently and then asks in his native tongue, "can I please suck your cock?"
Yifan flushes and looks away, but inclines his head in the slightest and that's all Tao needs.
He drops to his knees, removing the boxers the rest of the way and then takes the length into his hands. It only takes a few pumps before Yifan is fully hard and Tao allows himself a moment to be proud, proud that he can make this man hard by just a few twists of his wrist. He removes his hand and takes the head into his mouth, grinning around the length when Yifan moans aloud. Then he swirls his tongue around the head, slowly taking in more. After the first few sucks, a hand takes residence on the back of his head and Tao hums in glee. The hand fits entirely around the back of his skull, threading into his bleached hair, and Tao grins to himself. Large hands befit the large cock. Gradually, as Yifan's moans increase in frequency and volume, he allows his eyes to slide shut and sucks languidly as Yifan thrusts in and out of his mouth. Tao congratulates himself on absence of gag reflex, a neat trick that had him hired on the spot. Yifan is thick and heavy in Tao's mouth and he moans in appreciation, knowing that Yifan is sure to be on the precipice any minute now. He begins swallowing around the length in preparation. Then suddenly, the cock is removed. Tao has to consciously stop himself from whining at the loss, and instead looks up in askance.
"Not yet," Yifan murmurs, unspoken promise evident as he eyes the bed.
Tao is on his feet in seconds and he nods, stopping when Yifan cradles his head between his above average hands. He presses his lips to Tao's in a chaste manner and Tao immediately responds, opening without being prompted and meeting Yifan's tongue with his own. Eyes closed and stepping backwards, Tao slowly brings them over to the bed. He just now realizes how tall Yifan is. Tao has to incline his head upwards to meet his kiss and Yifan has to lean down in the slightest to do the same. Tao can't say that this happens a lot.
His knees meet the edge of the mattress and Tao regretfully breaks free, spit trailing down his chin. He wipes it away with the sleeve of his robe, standard issue for all the workers. Colors, though, are customizable and Tao had chosen a shiny black that matches all of his shoes. He removes those, too, standing only in his undergarments.
"You're a briefs kind of guy?" Yifan chides, perched on the edge of the bed.
Tao is affronted, first that the man has the gall to joke about underwear right before they are about to fuck, and then by the statement. "What? You don't like briefs? Well, they are a lot better than thongs because Sehun said those were a lot more freeing and they are not. I have no idea how he wears them day after day because that string goes right up your-"
Yifan cuts him short by looping his arms around Tao's waist and pulling him close. Even sitting down, his head is halfway up Tao's torso, and he exerts almost no strength to pull Tao onto the bed, rolling them over so that Yifan is above him, knees on either side of Tao and hands beside his head. The larger man leans down, gently nibbling on one of Tao's piercings. "Briefs are just fine," he assures, smile evident in his voice, "but not right now." And then he slides his fingers beneath the elastic, pulling them down and off and eyeing Tao's crotch. He takes his lower lip into his mouth, a nervous gesture, seemingly having lost his previous bravado. "Do you want me to, um, suck too?"
Tao blinks. Yifan's head is right next to his crotch, where Tao's cock lies, already half hard. "No," he decides, "I just want you to fuck me." He drops his head down, grabbing a couple pillows and pushed one under his back and uses the other to rest his head on. Yifan is in the same position, looking torn. "Please?" Tao adds, voice caressing the question.
Yifan's face colors and he balances himself on one elbow. "Do you have any..." He gesticulates crudely, looking embarrassed.
Tao nods, holding an index finger up. He rolls himself onto his stomach so that he can barely reach into the ornate bedside table. His hand comes across an unfamiliar dildo, which means that Sehun has been in his room. He'll have to talk to the boy but he chooses to push that thought aside until later. He locates a condom and his favorite lube by shape and slams the drawer shut, rolling back to show both to Yifan. "How do you want me?"
"This, uh, this is fine." When Tao screws up his mouth questioningly, Yifan continues, "this way, I can see your face." Before Tao can react, Yifan grabs the bottle of lube and opens the cap.
"Oh, I can do that."
"I've got it," Yifan grunts, slicking up his fingers and dick under Tao's critical gaze.
The younger opens his mouth to protest and stops cold when a wet digit prods at his entrance before pushing in. He closes his eyes, speechless under the intrusion and then another pushes in, stretching and prodding at his insides. Tao cries out when a third joins, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes and breathing harshly, hands fisted in the bed sheets. Yifan moves so that he and Tao are looking right into each other's eyes and guides one of Tao's hands to his bicep. "Tell me if you want me to stop."
Tao shakes his head, digging his fingers into smooth flesh. "Keep going." Right after that, blinding pleasure hits and Tao gasps for breath. "Again," he begs mindlessly, "again, again, again." His words devolve into gibberish as all three of Yifan's delightfully long fingers press up against the bundle of nerves. When the digits are removed, Tao actually does whine at the loss, wanting and needing. Now both of his hands are on Yifan's biceps. The man moves, positioning himself at Tao's entrance, and enters with a single thrust, both men moaning at the feeling.
After too long spent immobile, Tao clenches his hands impatiently and Yifan gives a small thrust, gradually working his way up to a faster pace. Tao moans softly, allowing noises to escape freely as he relishes the joy of not having to fake his responses. Yifan lowers his head and joins their lips, swallowing all of Tao's moans, breaths, and murmured curses, the corner of his lips pulled up in a smile. He stops for a moment to pull one of Tao's legs over his shoulder, his knee meeting his chest. Tao cries out every time Yifan meets his prostate dead on, and can feel his orgasm building. Yifan claims his lips again, both rocking against each other at an irregular pace and then Tao halts, Yifan silencing his screams with his lips as he comes untouched, spilling over his stomach. Tao languidly kisses back as Yifan searches for his own orgasm, coming with a groan after a few more deep thrusts. The man stays still for a minute, then pulls out, climbing over Tao to reach for something on the nightstand. He returns with tissues in hand, and Tao allows himself to be cleaned, smiling in thanks.
When Yifan heads into the ensuite bathroom to throw the tissues out, Tao peels back the covers and slides under them, still nude. He pats the space beside him when Yifan returns, grinning when the man sidles right up next to him.
"We have three hours left, so I'd offer another round but," he glances at Yifan seriously, "I don't think I could do that again."
"Good," Yifan says, winding an arm around Tao, "because I am exhausted." He lays down and pulls Tao with him, curling one arm beneath and around the younger and uses the other to play with his hair. "Let's just stay like this for a bit."
"Am I tiring you out, old man?" Tao chides without spite, pressing his back up against Yifan's front. It's not often-hardly ever, really-where Tao gets to be the little spoon, so he's going to milk this for all it's worth.
"Shut up," Yifan murmurs, breath tickling the back of Tao's neck. He continues threading his fingers through Tao's short strands. "I never got your name."
The response is automatic, drilled into him after a year of service. "Whatever you want it to be."
"No," Yifan snaps, voice suddenly clear and firm. The hand in his hair has stopped. "Your real name."
Tao briefly debates with himself before giving in and mumbling, "it's Tao."
"Tao." And the younger is glad that he did because it's been a long time-too long-since he's heard his name said like that, and he's never heard it pronounced like that, vowels caressed by a rough voice as long fingers drift from the back of his neck to the crown of his head. Yifan's breathing starts to even out and Tao mourns the loss of the restless fingers when they come to rest at his neck. After a minute, he huffs and turns to see Yifan's face, serene in sleep. "You're new to this, aren't you?" Tao whispers fondly, fingers ghosting over the man's features before he lies back down, Yifan's hold still remarkably strong on his hips.
Tao stays like that for a good hour before he gives up. Being an insomniac was just one of his many reasons for taking the job-though that isn't the reason for the heavy bags under his eyes. Those are genetic and he thinks they're kind of original. In any case, he refuses to cover them up. Regretfully, he slowly peels away the toned arm and sneaks out of the bed, dimming the lights that are in the ceiling overhead.
After a few minutes spent pacing, he decides to get food. He pulls on his briefs and robe, quietly closes the door behind him, and walks down the hall and over to the kitchens, picking up the pace when he passes one of Minseok's rooms and hears loud moaning. When he opens the giant fridge of the abandoned kitchens, he finds eggs, milk, orange juice and ketchup. He groans when he remembers that Yixing and Baekhyun would be stocking up tomorrow after the kitchens closed at eleven. He grits his teeth, remembers that they have a handful of spices, and makes scrambled eggs.
It's sort of healthy and it gives him something to do with his hands, so it's good. After repeatedly getting eggshells in the saucepan, and then having to pick them out, the whole process takes about an hour, including clean up. Remembering Yifan's gentle gaze and firm grip, he grabs the ketchup and draws a large heart atop the eggs. Before he can change his mind, he grabs a fork and leaves.
Unluckily, he passes Minseok's room right as the man opens the door and steps out bare, plastic box of things in his hands. Tao wills himself not to look down and instead catches the red marks on both of the man's wrists.
"What is it you've got there?" Minseok asks, wagging his eyebrows playfully.
Tao hides the plate behind him and glares. "Nothing." He speed walks down the hall with laughter following him. He punches in the code before anyone else can see him and sighs in relief when he finds Yifan still passed out on the bed. He takes up residence at the table and pulls out his phone from inside the robe, scrolling through social media sites.
The groaning starts when they have a little over forty minutes left. Tao glances up to find Yifan sitting up, blankets pooled at his waist and hands rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Oh man, did I fall asleep?" Tao nods. "I am so sorry." Yifan apologizes drowsily, stumbling on blankets as he tries to stand. Tao wants to kick himself as the thought crosses his mind that maybe he wouldn't mind waking up to this all the time. "How long was I out?" He snatches his boxers off the table and pulls them on. Tao mourns the loss of his eye candy.
"Not too long. We still have thirty minutes."
Yifan nods and then catches sight of the food on the table. "What's this?"
Tao remembers the eggs and quickly messes up the heart using the fork, making it illegible. Hearts are dumb. "Oh, um. Just something I found. Midnight snack?"
"For me?" Yifan sounds incredulous. Tao shrugs. "What about you?"
"I'm not that hungry."
Yifan frowns and sits at the table, grabbing the fork and cutting a piece off. Smiling, he offers it to Tao. The younger cocks an eyebrow but accepts, chewing slowly. Yifan takes a bite himself, moaning theatrically. Tao rolls his eyes but nevertheless accepts all of the offerings that follow.
They finish with twenty minutes to spare.
"Can I have your number?"
An angry Joonmyun flashes through his mind. Under no means are they ever allowed to share personal information with a guest. It's a violation of privacy and the business' policy.
"Sure," Tao chirps, snatching the phone-a new model, oooooh-out of Yifan's large hands and flicks through texts. He types in a number and his own phone vibrates in response. Handing the phone back, he sings, "there. Now you have mine and I have yours."
Yifan smiles and taps the fork in the empty plate. "My friend mentioned this place to me because he thought I wasn't getting enough. He mentioned a tall kid with big lips but," Yifan pauses, looking up, "I knew as soon as I saw your description that I had to pick you."
"I'm glad you did." Tao smiles.
"If you don't mind me asking," Yifan starts, leaning forward conspiratorially, "why work here?"
Tao shrugs. "They were very kind during my interview. Everyone here is very understanding and the owner will clear my entire schedule if I ask him to, and he'll handle all the unhappy guests. There's an air of anonymity and free lodgings." He taps his cheek in thought, clocking his fingers when he realizes what he's forgotten. "And I get paid for sex!"
Yifan chuckles, mussing Tao's hair and then cursing when he sees the time. "We're ten minutes over, Taozi."
Tao practically purrs at the name, looking on as Yifan pulls his clothes back on. The man grabs his briefcase, and Tao this time assumes it's just full of paperwork, and came straight here after work.
The man opens the door and Tao leaps up, running to grab his shoes. "I'll walk you up to the front desk." He stands tall and offers his elbow. Yifan chuckles and loosely grabs Tao's arm and they're off.
"Let's say, hypothetically, that one of your clients-"
"Guests. We are not prostitutes, Mr. Wu."
"Right. Sorry. One of your guests asks you out for dinner. Hypothetically, what would you say?"
Tao pretends to think about it, humming thoughtfully. "Well, hypothetically, if he was tall, looked hot in a suit, and was an amazing fuck, I'd tell him that I'm off on Thursdays."
Yifan's cheeks flush slightly, but the man grins, a new skip in his step that Tao hastens to match. "I'll text you," he promises just as the water fountain comes into view. He leans down and gives Tao a chaste kiss before separating, Tao touching his lips softly and waving in return.
Joonmyun, ever the diligent worker, straightens and schools his features upon their arrival. "I assume everything was to your liking, Sir?"
"Very," Yifan answers with a half bow. "I will definitely be back."
Tao represses a squeal and runs over to Joonmyun's desk, vaulting himself onto the oak tabletop.
Joonmyun immediately does damage control, petting every surface of Tao to check for bruising and marks. Other than his swollen lips and red cheeks, there is nothing. Still, Joonmyun's features are pinched in his ever-present worry. "Are you okay?"
"Yes!" Tao surprises them both with his enthusiasm and the footsteps come to a stop right before they reach the front door. Tao doesn't notice. "Can you add him to my favorites list? Actually," Tao interrupts, slamming his hand down on the boom Joonmyun was trying to open. "Can I have a most favorite of all time list? I want him on that."
Booming laughter sounds before Yifan stifles it and darts outside.
Tao grins.
Kris is new and Tao's ready to show him a good time.
A/N: I wrote taoris smut for a friend and this is precisely why I never write smut.
"Hey, Tao, you've got one coming."
Tao groans. Being on call means that hypothetically, he'd be the one to entertain any sudden guests, but they're still kind of a hole in the wall in terms of status, and all their guests are usually regulars so to Tao, being on call means free time. Getting that taken away makes him irritable, as does the prospect of a guest who does not have an appointment, in which case means he (or she, as irregular as that is) is a newbie. Great.
Tao gently removes Jongin's head from his lap and scoots the dozing boy over slightly-Tao doesn't blame him in the least. The kid has to wake up at seven for class. Tao is rarely up by eight-and roughly shrugs off Sehun's head from his shoulder. The blond doesn't even bat an eye, just curls himself around Jongin and resumes his game. That done, Tao gets up to leave and catches a manic grin out of the corner of his eye.
"How much do you wanna bet it's an acne-ridden eighteen year old? Probably picked you because they saw 'Chinese' and want something exotic. Wouldn't be the first time." Chanyeol sneers, looking up from his phone. Then the smirk falters and he meets Tao's eyes. "In all seriousness, call me if you need anything." Wow. That's a little... different. Tao blinks, opening his mouth to thank the man but then, "I just got a new box of really spiky things and I don't know what they do so it would be great if you could try them and report back." Tao levels him with a glare then turns on his heel, Chanyeol's laughter following him across the room and then ending abruptly as he slams the double doors behind him, huffing.
Tao knows that Chanyeol might have been a bit more sincere, was it not past midnight. The man always gets a little out of it past eleven. All of his guests love it. They make appointments for one and two in the morning.
He knows that if he wanted sympathy, the only one he'd get it from would be Minseok-or Jongin, but the boy is useless and lethargic as soon as the sun sets-but alas, the eldest is off entertaining his own guest, a regular who keeps threatening to buy the man so that no one else can have him. Minseok has to kindly remind him that he is here of his own volition and actually works as an accountant during the day.
Tao's suede shoes create echoing clicks as he walks across the spotless marble, turning down hall after hall. The furnished break room (complete with a kitchenette!) is far from the main entrance, a safety precaution and a demand from the owner. Tao really doesn't mind the walk, anyway. He enters the lobby, a large room with a domed ceiling and water fountain in the center. The man at the front desk waves him over and Tao smiles despite himself. He's always a little mollified by Joonmyun's refusal to hire a secretary, leaving himself as owner and honorary paper-pusher.
"New guest?"
Joonmyun nods and motions Tao closer. The taller prepares himself for the usual speech, but that's not what he gets. "I want you to call me first if anything-and I mean anything-goes wrong. He picked you as soon as he saw that you were fresh here from China and he's. Um. Quite tall," Joonmyun finishes worriedly, wringing his hands and staring at Tao imploringly. Tao laughs and Joonmyun glowers.
"I'm sorry," he says, sobering up. He reaches across the desk and grabs the small white card, unyielding to Joonmyun's annoyed little slaps. "I will be fine. No need to worry. I can take care of myself, Dama."
Joonmyun smiles fondly, but then the word clicks and he gapes and Tao, who waves before heading into the waiting room. Minseok had immediately ruined all of Tao's fun upon arrival with his four years of Mandarin from college, gaping at Tao before whispering translations into the ears of Tao's targets. By now, all of Tao's coworkers know every single swear in Mandarin, courtesy of Tao and a bemused Minseok.
There is only one man in the waiting room, and to Tao's infinite delight, he does not look eighteen or someone who might be a sinophile. But appearances can be deceiving. Tao has learned that, if nothing else. "Mr. Wu?" The man glances up. "Sorry for the wait, but if you could please follow me, I will show you to the room."
The man stands and Tao looks down at the card. Joonmyun has them in one of Tao's farthest rooms, but one with a king bed so he really can't complain. His eyes glance down towards the time and he almost stops in place. What. The man has paid for four hours. Four. Does he think that Tao is a machine? The longest Tao has ever gone is two and a half. What would even take four hours? Tao grimaces, remembering that Chanyeol was once taken for a whole day. He couldn't walk right for a week after. Tao might take a sick day tomorrow. He might take two sick days.
He almost walks right past the room but catches himself, squaring his shoulders and keying in the code. The door is unlocked with a barely audible click, and then Tao steps in, leaving the card on the round table to his right. The door closes shut behind him and Tao can feel the unvoiced amazement behind him and agrees. Their self-made millionaire CEO had pulled out all the stops in creating the building, adding a small kitchenette in each room, and dark red furnishings and wallpaper. The beds are atop tiered floors and the cushions are immense and extremely fluffy. Even the couches in the break room are not lacking. The man pays the janitorial staff well above minimum wage, and employed his well-meaning but jobless-law degrees are practically useless, no matter the place they come from-younger brother as the owner. Tao could not want for more.
"So," he starts, turning to face his guest, "what can I do for you?"
The man stays silent, eyeing Tao. The latter notes that he is wearing a suit and still carrying a briefcase.
Tao groans inwardly, collapsing onto one of the padded chairs at the wooden table. His guest stays put. This is going to be a long four hours.
"Do you want to watch as I touch myself? Are you into breathplay? I know Chanyeol has some whips next door if that strikes your fancy." The man looks to be in pain, lips pursed and grip tight on his briefcase. "Mr. Wu, I can't be of any use until you tell me what it is that you want."
The man starts. "Um. For starters, could you please call me Yifan? Only my clients call me Mr. Wu," he laughs weakly.
"Not 'Daddy?'" Yifan turns beet red and Tao smirks. How cute. "Well, Yifan, I noticed that you had paid for four hours. Is there anything you had in mind?"
"Actually. I really have no idea how any of this works and I thought the time would include waiting and I wasn't aware if this was an escort service or not? Or if the time would include doing paperwork or a consultation. So I paid for how long I thought it would take total." He scuffs his shoes against the floor and eyes the door. "I can leave early if-"
"Oh, no," Tao interrupts, shaking his head and stepping forward. "I always make sure that my guests get what they paid for. Now, how about we start by getting you out of these stuffy clothes?" Yifan doesn't protest as Tao removes his jacket, silently assisting by setting down his briefcase and toeing off his shoes. Tao sets each article down carefully, fully aware of and preening beneath the heavy gaze. This is one of his favorite parts. After removing a standard, beige tie, he carefully unbuttons the man's button up and reveals the skin beneath. Yes. It's not like Jongin, not toned and indented with muscle lines from years of intense dance and careful finesse; it's rather soft, but by no means chubby, and it's firm under his fingertips. He feels vibrations and looks up to see that Yifan is chuckling, smiling fondly down at him. Tao take this chance, now that he is up close, to examine his features. They are severe, an angular face, bushy eyebrows knitted together, and small mouth pursed. He might look angry, only his eyes are warm and full of mirth and Tao takes back everything he said before. He has struck gold.
Back to the situation at hand. Tao has Yifan half naked, now he needs to do the other half. Unbuttoning black trousers, he hums in thanks as Yifan steps out of them, socks removed as well. Tao casts his gaze downward and tells himself not to expect anything, slowly peeling away Yifan's plain black boxers. He has done something wonderful in his past life. Tao was probably a saint or something because he is being rewarded with a giant cock for his good deeds. Tao meets Yifan's eyes, neck protesting at the sudden motion.
"Please, I ca-" Tao stops, swallowing his words. Two years surrounded by the language and he still stumbles over it like a newborn.
"Is this easier?" Kris asks, Mandarin rolling off his tongue like honey.
Tao has been blessed by the gods. He nods fervently and then asks in his native tongue, "can I please suck your cock?"
Yifan flushes and looks away, but inclines his head in the slightest and that's all Tao needs.
He drops to his knees, removing the boxers the rest of the way and then takes the length into his hands. It only takes a few pumps before Yifan is fully hard and Tao allows himself a moment to be proud, proud that he can make this man hard by just a few twists of his wrist. He removes his hand and takes the head into his mouth, grinning around the length when Yifan moans aloud. Then he swirls his tongue around the head, slowly taking in more. After the first few sucks, a hand takes residence on the back of his head and Tao hums in glee. The hand fits entirely around the back of his skull, threading into his bleached hair, and Tao grins to himself. Large hands befit the large cock. Gradually, as Yifan's moans increase in frequency and volume, he allows his eyes to slide shut and sucks languidly as Yifan thrusts in and out of his mouth. Tao congratulates himself on absence of gag reflex, a neat trick that had him hired on the spot. Yifan is thick and heavy in Tao's mouth and he moans in appreciation, knowing that Yifan is sure to be on the precipice any minute now. He begins swallowing around the length in preparation. Then suddenly, the cock is removed. Tao has to consciously stop himself from whining at the loss, and instead looks up in askance.
"Not yet," Yifan murmurs, unspoken promise evident as he eyes the bed.
Tao is on his feet in seconds and he nods, stopping when Yifan cradles his head between his above average hands. He presses his lips to Tao's in a chaste manner and Tao immediately responds, opening without being prompted and meeting Yifan's tongue with his own. Eyes closed and stepping backwards, Tao slowly brings them over to the bed. He just now realizes how tall Yifan is. Tao has to incline his head upwards to meet his kiss and Yifan has to lean down in the slightest to do the same. Tao can't say that this happens a lot.
His knees meet the edge of the mattress and Tao regretfully breaks free, spit trailing down his chin. He wipes it away with the sleeve of his robe, standard issue for all the workers. Colors, though, are customizable and Tao had chosen a shiny black that matches all of his shoes. He removes those, too, standing only in his undergarments.
"You're a briefs kind of guy?" Yifan chides, perched on the edge of the bed.
Tao is affronted, first that the man has the gall to joke about underwear right before they are about to fuck, and then by the statement. "What? You don't like briefs? Well, they are a lot better than thongs because Sehun said those were a lot more freeing and they are not. I have no idea how he wears them day after day because that string goes right up your-"
Yifan cuts him short by looping his arms around Tao's waist and pulling him close. Even sitting down, his head is halfway up Tao's torso, and he exerts almost no strength to pull Tao onto the bed, rolling them over so that Yifan is above him, knees on either side of Tao and hands beside his head. The larger man leans down, gently nibbling on one of Tao's piercings. "Briefs are just fine," he assures, smile evident in his voice, "but not right now." And then he slides his fingers beneath the elastic, pulling them down and off and eyeing Tao's crotch. He takes his lower lip into his mouth, a nervous gesture, seemingly having lost his previous bravado. "Do you want me to, um, suck too?"
Tao blinks. Yifan's head is right next to his crotch, where Tao's cock lies, already half hard. "No," he decides, "I just want you to fuck me." He drops his head down, grabbing a couple pillows and pushed one under his back and uses the other to rest his head on. Yifan is in the same position, looking torn. "Please?" Tao adds, voice caressing the question.
Yifan's face colors and he balances himself on one elbow. "Do you have any..." He gesticulates crudely, looking embarrassed.
Tao nods, holding an index finger up. He rolls himself onto his stomach so that he can barely reach into the ornate bedside table. His hand comes across an unfamiliar dildo, which means that Sehun has been in his room. He'll have to talk to the boy but he chooses to push that thought aside until later. He locates a condom and his favorite lube by shape and slams the drawer shut, rolling back to show both to Yifan. "How do you want me?"
"This, uh, this is fine." When Tao screws up his mouth questioningly, Yifan continues, "this way, I can see your face." Before Tao can react, Yifan grabs the bottle of lube and opens the cap.
"Oh, I can do that."
"I've got it," Yifan grunts, slicking up his fingers and dick under Tao's critical gaze.
The younger opens his mouth to protest and stops cold when a wet digit prods at his entrance before pushing in. He closes his eyes, speechless under the intrusion and then another pushes in, stretching and prodding at his insides. Tao cries out when a third joins, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes and breathing harshly, hands fisted in the bed sheets. Yifan moves so that he and Tao are looking right into each other's eyes and guides one of Tao's hands to his bicep. "Tell me if you want me to stop."
Tao shakes his head, digging his fingers into smooth flesh. "Keep going." Right after that, blinding pleasure hits and Tao gasps for breath. "Again," he begs mindlessly, "again, again, again." His words devolve into gibberish as all three of Yifan's delightfully long fingers press up against the bundle of nerves. When the digits are removed, Tao actually does whine at the loss, wanting and needing. Now both of his hands are on Yifan's biceps. The man moves, positioning himself at Tao's entrance, and enters with a single thrust, both men moaning at the feeling.
After too long spent immobile, Tao clenches his hands impatiently and Yifan gives a small thrust, gradually working his way up to a faster pace. Tao moans softly, allowing noises to escape freely as he relishes the joy of not having to fake his responses. Yifan lowers his head and joins their lips, swallowing all of Tao's moans, breaths, and murmured curses, the corner of his lips pulled up in a smile. He stops for a moment to pull one of Tao's legs over his shoulder, his knee meeting his chest. Tao cries out every time Yifan meets his prostate dead on, and can feel his orgasm building. Yifan claims his lips again, both rocking against each other at an irregular pace and then Tao halts, Yifan silencing his screams with his lips as he comes untouched, spilling over his stomach. Tao languidly kisses back as Yifan searches for his own orgasm, coming with a groan after a few more deep thrusts. The man stays still for a minute, then pulls out, climbing over Tao to reach for something on the nightstand. He returns with tissues in hand, and Tao allows himself to be cleaned, smiling in thanks.
When Yifan heads into the ensuite bathroom to throw the tissues out, Tao peels back the covers and slides under them, still nude. He pats the space beside him when Yifan returns, grinning when the man sidles right up next to him.
"We have three hours left, so I'd offer another round but," he glances at Yifan seriously, "I don't think I could do that again."
"Good," Yifan says, winding an arm around Tao, "because I am exhausted." He lays down and pulls Tao with him, curling one arm beneath and around the younger and uses the other to play with his hair. "Let's just stay like this for a bit."
"Am I tiring you out, old man?" Tao chides without spite, pressing his back up against Yifan's front. It's not often-hardly ever, really-where Tao gets to be the little spoon, so he's going to milk this for all it's worth.
"Shut up," Yifan murmurs, breath tickling the back of Tao's neck. He continues threading his fingers through Tao's short strands. "I never got your name."
The response is automatic, drilled into him after a year of service. "Whatever you want it to be."
"No," Yifan snaps, voice suddenly clear and firm. The hand in his hair has stopped. "Your real name."
Tao briefly debates with himself before giving in and mumbling, "it's Tao."
"Tao." And the younger is glad that he did because it's been a long time-too long-since he's heard his name said like that, and he's never heard it pronounced like that, vowels caressed by a rough voice as long fingers drift from the back of his neck to the crown of his head. Yifan's breathing starts to even out and Tao mourns the loss of the restless fingers when they come to rest at his neck. After a minute, he huffs and turns to see Yifan's face, serene in sleep. "You're new to this, aren't you?" Tao whispers fondly, fingers ghosting over the man's features before he lies back down, Yifan's hold still remarkably strong on his hips.
Tao stays like that for a good hour before he gives up. Being an insomniac was just one of his many reasons for taking the job-though that isn't the reason for the heavy bags under his eyes. Those are genetic and he thinks they're kind of original. In any case, he refuses to cover them up. Regretfully, he slowly peels away the toned arm and sneaks out of the bed, dimming the lights that are in the ceiling overhead.
After a few minutes spent pacing, he decides to get food. He pulls on his briefs and robe, quietly closes the door behind him, and walks down the hall and over to the kitchens, picking up the pace when he passes one of Minseok's rooms and hears loud moaning. When he opens the giant fridge of the abandoned kitchens, he finds eggs, milk, orange juice and ketchup. He groans when he remembers that Yixing and Baekhyun would be stocking up tomorrow after the kitchens closed at eleven. He grits his teeth, remembers that they have a handful of spices, and makes scrambled eggs.
It's sort of healthy and it gives him something to do with his hands, so it's good. After repeatedly getting eggshells in the saucepan, and then having to pick them out, the whole process takes about an hour, including clean up. Remembering Yifan's gentle gaze and firm grip, he grabs the ketchup and draws a large heart atop the eggs. Before he can change his mind, he grabs a fork and leaves.
Unluckily, he passes Minseok's room right as the man opens the door and steps out bare, plastic box of things in his hands. Tao wills himself not to look down and instead catches the red marks on both of the man's wrists.
"What is it you've got there?" Minseok asks, wagging his eyebrows playfully.
Tao hides the plate behind him and glares. "Nothing." He speed walks down the hall with laughter following him. He punches in the code before anyone else can see him and sighs in relief when he finds Yifan still passed out on the bed. He takes up residence at the table and pulls out his phone from inside the robe, scrolling through social media sites.
The groaning starts when they have a little over forty minutes left. Tao glances up to find Yifan sitting up, blankets pooled at his waist and hands rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Oh man, did I fall asleep?" Tao nods. "I am so sorry." Yifan apologizes drowsily, stumbling on blankets as he tries to stand. Tao wants to kick himself as the thought crosses his mind that maybe he wouldn't mind waking up to this all the time. "How long was I out?" He snatches his boxers off the table and pulls them on. Tao mourns the loss of his eye candy.
"Not too long. We still have thirty minutes."
Yifan nods and then catches sight of the food on the table. "What's this?"
Tao remembers the eggs and quickly messes up the heart using the fork, making it illegible. Hearts are dumb. "Oh, um. Just something I found. Midnight snack?"
"For me?" Yifan sounds incredulous. Tao shrugs. "What about you?"
"I'm not that hungry."
Yifan frowns and sits at the table, grabbing the fork and cutting a piece off. Smiling, he offers it to Tao. The younger cocks an eyebrow but accepts, chewing slowly. Yifan takes a bite himself, moaning theatrically. Tao rolls his eyes but nevertheless accepts all of the offerings that follow.
They finish with twenty minutes to spare.
"Can I have your number?"
An angry Joonmyun flashes through his mind. Under no means are they ever allowed to share personal information with a guest. It's a violation of privacy and the business' policy.
"Sure," Tao chirps, snatching the phone-a new model, oooooh-out of Yifan's large hands and flicks through texts. He types in a number and his own phone vibrates in response. Handing the phone back, he sings, "there. Now you have mine and I have yours."
Yifan smiles and taps the fork in the empty plate. "My friend mentioned this place to me because he thought I wasn't getting enough. He mentioned a tall kid with big lips but," Yifan pauses, looking up, "I knew as soon as I saw your description that I had to pick you."
"I'm glad you did." Tao smiles.
"If you don't mind me asking," Yifan starts, leaning forward conspiratorially, "why work here?"
Tao shrugs. "They were very kind during my interview. Everyone here is very understanding and the owner will clear my entire schedule if I ask him to, and he'll handle all the unhappy guests. There's an air of anonymity and free lodgings." He taps his cheek in thought, clocking his fingers when he realizes what he's forgotten. "And I get paid for sex!"
Yifan chuckles, mussing Tao's hair and then cursing when he sees the time. "We're ten minutes over, Taozi."
Tao practically purrs at the name, looking on as Yifan pulls his clothes back on. The man grabs his briefcase, and Tao this time assumes it's just full of paperwork, and came straight here after work.
The man opens the door and Tao leaps up, running to grab his shoes. "I'll walk you up to the front desk." He stands tall and offers his elbow. Yifan chuckles and loosely grabs Tao's arm and they're off.
"Let's say, hypothetically, that one of your clients-"
"Guests. We are not prostitutes, Mr. Wu."
"Right. Sorry. One of your guests asks you out for dinner. Hypothetically, what would you say?"
Tao pretends to think about it, humming thoughtfully. "Well, hypothetically, if he was tall, looked hot in a suit, and was an amazing fuck, I'd tell him that I'm off on Thursdays."
Yifan's cheeks flush slightly, but the man grins, a new skip in his step that Tao hastens to match. "I'll text you," he promises just as the water fountain comes into view. He leans down and gives Tao a chaste kiss before separating, Tao touching his lips softly and waving in return.
Joonmyun, ever the diligent worker, straightens and schools his features upon their arrival. "I assume everything was to your liking, Sir?"
"Very," Yifan answers with a half bow. "I will definitely be back."
Tao represses a squeal and runs over to Joonmyun's desk, vaulting himself onto the oak tabletop.
Joonmyun immediately does damage control, petting every surface of Tao to check for bruising and marks. Other than his swollen lips and red cheeks, there is nothing. Still, Joonmyun's features are pinched in his ever-present worry. "Are you okay?"
"Yes!" Tao surprises them both with his enthusiasm and the footsteps come to a stop right before they reach the front door. Tao doesn't notice. "Can you add him to my favorites list? Actually," Tao interrupts, slamming his hand down on the boom Joonmyun was trying to open. "Can I have a most favorite of all time list? I want him on that."
Booming laughter sounds before Yifan stifles it and darts outside.
Tao grins.