Behind the Sex - Chapter 9
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
“Is Kevin at the hotel or is he back here?” Kibum asked, understanding that the brothel probably housed the prostitutes, giving them a room each or something.
The receptionist, used to Kibum coming in to ask about Kevin’s schedule and his whereabouts already, unwarily pointed at the dormitory. “You can actually go visit him, but rules apply.”
That meant sex with a price, Kibum easily linked, but he wasn’t looking for Kevin to have sex.
He was thinking about giving it a no go today actually, wanting to rest his body and his mind for just a day. This day actually marked the first day of the second month, meaning he has only about a hundred and fifty more days. Time, Kibum winced, but he didn’t want to spoil his body response to sex either. That was the only thing he was depending on for interaction with Kevin.
After asking about Kevin’s room number and the general direction he should walk along to find the room, he knocked on the said door and smiled softly as a greeting to Kevin. The prostitute frowned, before any warm greeting, looking down the walkway Kibum came from and then yelling some secret code or sort.
“You don’t like me coming?” Kibum scratched his head awkwardly. Just because he couldn’t help but fall in love with Kevin doesn’t mean the younger had fallen too. Right, he had almost forgotten that this might be reality.
“I was just telling her to give me some warning.” Kevin shook his head, a little different from what Kibum had gotten used to. Almost like he was as normal as anyone out there, valuing his privacy dearly when not dealing with customers. Almost as if his presence wasn’t welcomed. As much as he didn’t like it, Kibum had to note it down. “Come on in.”
Kibum then entered the dormitory, a rather humble room. It actually wasn’t just a room, but it was easier to call it that. From the entrance, there was a short walkway leading to a simple living room. There was a TV that was medium-sized, and a couch for two, which probably meant Kevin liked to lay down on it. The curtains were white, matching the wall colour and the window pane. The bedroom was linked from the living room, and if Kibum guessed correctly, there was a bathroom attached to the bedroom. From the angle he was standing at, he could make out a desk in the bedroom and a packed bed.
All in all, it was small, but sufficient room for a person like Kevin.
In fact, it looked like a room a student would have if he went to boarding school, not a hint of his job in his way of living.
“I don’t really want to do this, but I don’t want to have sex with you today.” Kevin straightforwardly said, pouring a cup of water for Kibum and then gesturing for him to take a seat at the small table with two chairs. Kevin took a seat opposite him, adding on to his sentence to make himself sound less rude. “I had like ten appointments and I was actually about to sleep.”
“No.” Kibum smiled faintly, bringing out the stack of money he had intended to give Kevin the day before. Patting it slightly as a way to tell Kevin what his intentions were, he continued. “I came to give you this.”
“I don’t want it.” Kevin murmured, eyeing the money as if in disgust.
“Why?” Kibum frowned, concerned. Was there something he didn’t catch? Why was Kevin saying no to money? Possibilities formed in his head in the instant, many scenarios playing out in his head at the same time. Which one of it were Kevin’s thoughts?
The younger man sighed exhaustedly, as if having explaining this a thousand times before. He then looked back into Kibum’s eyes, before realising he usually couldn’t handle the intensity of those dark orbs, thus shunning. “You…you weren’t pleased, right? You slept through it. I’m not even good, I don’t get-”
“You’re good.” Kibum cut in calmly, hand reaching out for Kevin’s as if to reassure him with the warmth. Kevin looked at their hands hesitantly, frown not fading away. “Why else would I find you again and again?”
The crease on Kevin’s forehead deepened as the prostitute thought about it, finally sighing in agreement. “But…just keep the money. I really don’t think I deserved it last night.”
“I’m the one who says what you deserve.” Kibum said, pushing the cash into Kevin’s hands as he stood up. “All right, I guess I’ll be going.”
“But-”
Kibum leaned over the table and kissed Kevin swiftly - just a quick peck to shut him up. “Good night.”
“Good night.” A dazed reply.
-
Kibum typed down the impressions that he was afraid he would forget, noting down some bits of Kevin’s personality he had uncovered in the first month. Checking the first impression he had of Kevin, Kibum chuckled softly, seeing how far he had went with his report in a month.
He probably wouldn’t be masturbating again, Kibum sighed, reminding himself of Kevin’s action in the dormitory.
He wasn’t supposed to change Kevin’s lifestyle, yet he was contributing to his sorrow by being difficult. He shall just let loose his sexual desire, moaning when he feels like it. He had already, afterall, found out all he needed by fully exploiting that aspect.
Time to move on, Kibum nodded, and to return Kevin the confidence he had.
However, what should he move on to? What other aspect could he use over and over again to find out more about Kevin without him realising?
Photography…Kibum reached for his camera and turned it on to see the picture he took of their clothes. Would he get any further than this? Considering Kevin’s reaction, there seemed to be something haunting him from the past. There was almost no room for negotiations, a rather straightforward rejection.
Would he be able to change this? Would he want to change it?
Kibum couldn’t bear the thought of hurting Kevin by forcing the younger to take a picture. Of course Kevin could have his fears, and why would anyone want their naked picture being taken? Unless, of course, if they were just an exhibitionist by nature.
Coming to think of it, it was actually rather ironic that Kevin could let any man thrust into him, yet be so defensive about the fact that his body was going to become a picture. Was there a reason? Well, surely there was.
What was it?
-
Kevin eyed the camera that Kibum had in his hands, biting his lower lip in worry as the older man walked towards him. Was Kibum going to try it again?
Kibum cursed himself for being so careless. Kevin was going to be more cautious seeing the camera in his hand, and his first evidence was the younger man just standing still, staring at the camera, instead of jumping up on him into his embrace like he always did.
“I-I would like that you don’t do it.” Kevin broke the silence first, a milder reply than before. Was it because he was still clothed, or was it that he just didn’t feel the need to be so defensive already?
“I won’t do it.” Kibum nodded. It wasn’t the right time either, anyway.
Relief washed over Kevin’s face as he heard Kibum’s assurance, trusting the certainty in that voice. He smiled sweetly, thanking Kibum with an impromptu hug. “Thank you.”
“Do you mind if I ask why, though?” Kibum questioned as Kevin slowly pulled away, observing the subtle change of Kevin’s features. “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me.”
“It’s just…I’m-I’m camera shy.” Kevin nervously said, and Kibum nodded as if believing. Well, if Kevin didn’t want to say it, he better not probe further. He wasn’t any idiot - he knew very well that a reaction so aggressive had nothing to do with being camera shy.
As if realising his words wasn’t as truthful as he wanted them to sound, Kevin clung onto Kibum suddenly, smiling. It didn’t reach his eyes, both of them knew, but he did, clutching onto Kibum’s shirt as he crashed their lips together. Was that his protective cover? Kibum realised that the things Kevin does when he feels like he is at a disadvantageous situation is to hopefully distract the other. A fiercer kiss, a more intense foreplay, and although it didn’t help the situation, it seemed to help Kevin feel better.
Denying what is the obvious plain truth.
Kibum was so used to their bodies pressed up against each other that he couldn’t remember how they got into the room and tumbled down on the bed. They closed their eyes, both of them, trying to distract themselves from what they were thinking about to concentrate on the other man. With their eyes shut, at least, it felt like they could force those thoughts out of their minds and just focus on the way their bodies slid against each other’s and rubbed together.
The older man winced slightly, the friction getting to his nerves and forming a tent against his pants. It was such a habit to just bite down on his lip and forget that he decided to not punish Kevin emotionally anymore. Letting himself loose this time, Kibum groaned, fingers unconsciously curling about Kevin’s wrist to tug mindlessly.
Kevin was quite obviously, not paying attention. He tried to free his hand by prying off Kibum’s fingers gently, then rolling up the ends of Kibum’s shirt upwards so it could go over his head. The younger man wasn’t being very careful, and a little impatient at that, jerking Kibum’s shirt over the other man before the shirt was fully rolled up. It got stuck, leaving Kibum in a rather difficult position, and that woke Kevin up from his distracting thoughts.
“I’m sorry.” Kevin hurriedly apologised, giving up tentatively to fix the shirt and then tried once more. It easily slipped out this time, and Kevin unrolled it to make sure there wasn’t any permanent damage done to the shirt. “I think I spoilt the coll-”
Kibum didn’t want to hear it, grabbing the back of Kevin’s head and then ravishing the other’s lips until Kevin dug his fingernails into the older man’s bare chest. The soft whimper and the increasing pain from those sharp fingernails made Kibum pull back, watching the younger choke on air, face flushed red. The trembling form then lost his shirt in the passion, pants dragged halfway down his legs.
Kevin kicked them off and straddled Kibum’s form with his back facing the older, leaning down to tease the clothed erection with his teeth. He could feel the wet underwear that was beneath the denim of the jeans, then freeing Kibum’s legs by pushing the jeans off them. Kevin naughtily left the underwear on, though, licking the wet spot gleefully.
That was when he realised that Kibum had lifted him unconsciously with his arching back.
There wasn’t much time given to him to think, the older circling both his arms about Kevin’s waist and then lifting the younger off him. He was placed beside Kibum, and the man then stripped both of them to their barest figures, pressing a kiss on his forehead with a quick, breathy apology.
Kibum, with a weeping erection, entered Kevin without so much of a warning. He sighed almost instantly, feeling his member get the attention it needed, then thrusting into Kevin gently for fear of hurting the younger boy. Kevin could feel the throb from the pulsating length in him, but he was too used to thrusts in general to actually pay full attention to it. Instead, he thought about Kibum’s apology and questioned why Kibum was being so formal, so cautious.
He was out to sell his body. Of course, Kibum could enter him if he felt like it, whenever he felt like it. Although, well yes, Kibum seemed to never have that urge before.
It was a comfortable tempo right then, the two of them agreed silently, and that Kibum was even rocking back and forth somewhat leisurely. Kevin’s thoughts suddenly turned back to the incident outside the room, about Kibum and his camera…
“I’m afraid…” Kevin said so unexpectedly that Kibum couldn’t understand. Kibum assumed it was just a passing comment about something in the future, not pausing in his thrusts. Kevin wasn’t afraid of sex, was he?
“What?”
“I’m afraid of the camera.” Kevin sighed, feeling Kibum decelerate in his speed. Kevin wondered if he did the right move to be slightly truthful, but he knew Kibum knew of his lie. He never actually was a good actor. And Kibum probably could see through a lot of his lies, like the fake moans. Maybe that’s why he was never aroused.
Kibum deliberated on whether or not that was really what Kevin was feeling about the issue. The thought led to another question before he could deal with the first one. Did prostitutes have a good education? What if they didn’t? And how did Kevin’s language skills come about? “Have you studied before?”
The words Kibum said surprised him. He hadn’t finish thinking when those words just slipped out of his mouth. “Sorry, I- Well, I’m curious.”
“Yes, I have. I stopped at six though.” Kevin smiled briefly, shaking his head. Should he be relieved that Kibum didn’t say a word about his fear for the camera? “It’s fine to ask.”
“Six?” Kibum took a double take, almost stopping in his thrusting all together. “You speak really well for someone who stopped going to school at six.”
“Well, when I don’t have appointments, I read the dictionary and go on courses. The eventual road for us is to become escorts, and for the managing people at the brothel, it’s a long-term investment to send us to business courses and language courses. You have to speak well and know what most of your customers are going to talk about, appear knowledgeable so they’ll like you. Every one of us actually does speak well despite not having an education. Actually, we do, just not a proper one.” Kevin explained, rotating his hips to remind Kibum’s body to thrust. It didn’t seem like a sworn secrecy to Kevin, so despite this being somewhat a trade secret, Kevin just explained it to Kibum.
Talking about becoming an escort…Kevin mentally thought about the number of sex he has to have before he can be “promoted”. His time was soon, actually. What a relief, he sighed unconsciously, because being an escort would mean a less tiring day from then on. Even if the money that came in was going to be lesser, at least he didn’t have to deal with at least seven different men a day.
“Wow, that’s…new.” Kibum blinked, really fascinated by the new fact. Prostitutes go on courses, and business courses at that. Something he needed to really be involved before finding out. Seems like this project was the right thing to do.
But…what was that again? Escorts? Prostitutes to become escorts?
Kevin nodded at Kibum’s response to the whole chunk of information he dropped on the older man. Figuring that Kibum wasn’t really in the right state of mind to multitask, he changed their positions smoothly and grinded against Kibum’s abdomen with his own erection, pulling himself away from the older man’s body at the same time before driving his body back down. Kibum’s length filled him up once more, and the older started to aid Kevin in his job when he comprehended what the younger was trying to do.
Kibum wrapped an arm about Kevin’s waist as his other hand slipped in between their sweaty bodies to seize the other man’s member. Pumping the length at a similar pace, Kibum could feel a surge of cum ready to be released. Both from himself and Kevin.
“Stop.” Kibum commanded with a slight pant, and Kevin whined softly but compelled anyway. Kevin waited, blinking curiously when Kibum told him to stand up so his erection could come out of the younger boy.
“What are you doing?” Kevin pouted, sitting down on the bed, wanting to release because Kibum could always make his erection ache for it. If only he didn’t touch him, then maybe he could resist.
“Shall we see who comes first, without any touches?” Kibum smirked, gently wiping Kevin’s sweat off the side of his face.
“Huh?” Kevin frowned. How could Kibum even think of such an idea when nothing he does arouses Kevin? In fact, the only reason why Kevin wanted to release so bad was because of those warm hands.
“I won’t touch you, nor myself, and the same thing applies to you. Let’s play it.” Kibum chuckled at Kevin’s bewildered expression, wondering just how vivid Kevin’s imagination could be. He had come up with this idea just a second ago, and even he himself was surprised by it.
“Okay.” Kevin said unsurely, letting out a cry, imagining Kibum’s hands about his erection.
Silly, Kibum chuckled. Kevin was putting himself at a disadvantage.
“A warm, ghostly touch on your sensitive neck.” Kibum lowered his voice, lips almost touching Kevin’s ear. Kevin clenched his fist and tried to shun, panting heavily with his head thrown back. “Then lips replaced those hands, and you feel this tingling kiss that made you warm all over. You wriggle slightly, trying to hold onto your release.”
Kevin shut his eyes tightly, trying to mentally tune out Kibum’s voice. Why wasn’t anything he did making Kibum turn desperate the way he turned him all needy?
“Kisses down your spine, fingers walking down to your sensitive part. You buckle your hips up to the sudden hold, moaning, whining.” Kibum placed extra emphasis on those words, and Kevin winced laying flat on the bed and kicking the mattress violently while he wrung the innocent pillow. “It’s harder to hold your release, because it’s throbbing, trying to escape, and you want it. The pain of holding on, when those touches never left your sensitive body. A little stroke down your length-”
“Ugh.” Kevin cried, back arching beautifully. He came all over himself, turning into a whimpering mess.
So, Kevin was this imaginative?
Kibum chuckled, leaning down over him and pressing a kiss against the frown Kevin wore. “You did well.”
Why did Kibum always have an upper hand over him? Kevin lamented at the fact, sighing. He then pumped Kibum’s erection lazily, and soon helped Kibum came. Kibum then dropped his weight on Kevin despite the mess, before quickly readjusting himself, the two of them then falling into unconsciousness.
-
A little end of the year present for all of you!
And...heh, also a way for me to reach my word target for the year!
/fireworks
I HAVE WRITTEN 300,449 WORDS. HOW COOL AM I.
/bricked
(Oh, don't worry, I'll update this coming Monday too :D)
Anyway, I hoped you guys enjoyed this year when I was functioning the whole year as a Kemaru writer with breaks here and there :D Next year, I'll try my best to install a new "feature" on my livejournal so it's easier for you guys to read / re-read my fics :D!
Which means link at the end of each page!
I was thinking of pasting the whole story chapter list on the top like I usually do, but that can only happen after I finish the whole thing. Instead, I'm gonna try that and see if LJ likes me or not :3
If it doesn't then the feature will disappear. And um, I'll try to make my masterpost prettier instead /rofl.
A big thank you to my readers in 2011 <3!
SEE YOU GUYS IN 2012? :D
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
“Is Kevin at the hotel or is he back here?” Kibum asked, understanding that the brothel probably housed the prostitutes, giving them a room each or something.
The receptionist, used to Kibum coming in to ask about Kevin’s schedule and his whereabouts already, unwarily pointed at the dormitory. “You can actually go visit him, but rules apply.”
That meant sex with a price, Kibum easily linked, but he wasn’t looking for Kevin to have sex.
He was thinking about giving it a no go today actually, wanting to rest his body and his mind for just a day. This day actually marked the first day of the second month, meaning he has only about a hundred and fifty more days. Time, Kibum winced, but he didn’t want to spoil his body response to sex either. That was the only thing he was depending on for interaction with Kevin.
After asking about Kevin’s room number and the general direction he should walk along to find the room, he knocked on the said door and smiled softly as a greeting to Kevin. The prostitute frowned, before any warm greeting, looking down the walkway Kibum came from and then yelling some secret code or sort.
“You don’t like me coming?” Kibum scratched his head awkwardly. Just because he couldn’t help but fall in love with Kevin doesn’t mean the younger had fallen too. Right, he had almost forgotten that this might be reality.
“I was just telling her to give me some warning.” Kevin shook his head, a little different from what Kibum had gotten used to. Almost like he was as normal as anyone out there, valuing his privacy dearly when not dealing with customers. Almost as if his presence wasn’t welcomed. As much as he didn’t like it, Kibum had to note it down. “Come on in.”
Kibum then entered the dormitory, a rather humble room. It actually wasn’t just a room, but it was easier to call it that. From the entrance, there was a short walkway leading to a simple living room. There was a TV that was medium-sized, and a couch for two, which probably meant Kevin liked to lay down on it. The curtains were white, matching the wall colour and the window pane. The bedroom was linked from the living room, and if Kibum guessed correctly, there was a bathroom attached to the bedroom. From the angle he was standing at, he could make out a desk in the bedroom and a packed bed.
All in all, it was small, but sufficient room for a person like Kevin.
In fact, it looked like a room a student would have if he went to boarding school, not a hint of his job in his way of living.
“I don’t really want to do this, but I don’t want to have sex with you today.” Kevin straightforwardly said, pouring a cup of water for Kibum and then gesturing for him to take a seat at the small table with two chairs. Kevin took a seat opposite him, adding on to his sentence to make himself sound less rude. “I had like ten appointments and I was actually about to sleep.”
“No.” Kibum smiled faintly, bringing out the stack of money he had intended to give Kevin the day before. Patting it slightly as a way to tell Kevin what his intentions were, he continued. “I came to give you this.”
“I don’t want it.” Kevin murmured, eyeing the money as if in disgust.
“Why?” Kibum frowned, concerned. Was there something he didn’t catch? Why was Kevin saying no to money? Possibilities formed in his head in the instant, many scenarios playing out in his head at the same time. Which one of it were Kevin’s thoughts?
The younger man sighed exhaustedly, as if having explaining this a thousand times before. He then looked back into Kibum’s eyes, before realising he usually couldn’t handle the intensity of those dark orbs, thus shunning. “You…you weren’t pleased, right? You slept through it. I’m not even good, I don’t get-”
“You’re good.” Kibum cut in calmly, hand reaching out for Kevin’s as if to reassure him with the warmth. Kevin looked at their hands hesitantly, frown not fading away. “Why else would I find you again and again?”
The crease on Kevin’s forehead deepened as the prostitute thought about it, finally sighing in agreement. “But…just keep the money. I really don’t think I deserved it last night.”
“I’m the one who says what you deserve.” Kibum said, pushing the cash into Kevin’s hands as he stood up. “All right, I guess I’ll be going.”
“But-”
Kibum leaned over the table and kissed Kevin swiftly - just a quick peck to shut him up. “Good night.”
“Good night.” A dazed reply.
-
Kibum typed down the impressions that he was afraid he would forget, noting down some bits of Kevin’s personality he had uncovered in the first month. Checking the first impression he had of Kevin, Kibum chuckled softly, seeing how far he had went with his report in a month.
He probably wouldn’t be masturbating again, Kibum sighed, reminding himself of Kevin’s action in the dormitory.
He wasn’t supposed to change Kevin’s lifestyle, yet he was contributing to his sorrow by being difficult. He shall just let loose his sexual desire, moaning when he feels like it. He had already, afterall, found out all he needed by fully exploiting that aspect.
Time to move on, Kibum nodded, and to return Kevin the confidence he had.
However, what should he move on to? What other aspect could he use over and over again to find out more about Kevin without him realising?
Photography…Kibum reached for his camera and turned it on to see the picture he took of their clothes. Would he get any further than this? Considering Kevin’s reaction, there seemed to be something haunting him from the past. There was almost no room for negotiations, a rather straightforward rejection.
Would he be able to change this? Would he want to change it?
Kibum couldn’t bear the thought of hurting Kevin by forcing the younger to take a picture. Of course Kevin could have his fears, and why would anyone want their naked picture being taken? Unless, of course, if they were just an exhibitionist by nature.
Coming to think of it, it was actually rather ironic that Kevin could let any man thrust into him, yet be so defensive about the fact that his body was going to become a picture. Was there a reason? Well, surely there was.
What was it?
-
Kevin eyed the camera that Kibum had in his hands, biting his lower lip in worry as the older man walked towards him. Was Kibum going to try it again?
Kibum cursed himself for being so careless. Kevin was going to be more cautious seeing the camera in his hand, and his first evidence was the younger man just standing still, staring at the camera, instead of jumping up on him into his embrace like he always did.
“I-I would like that you don’t do it.” Kevin broke the silence first, a milder reply than before. Was it because he was still clothed, or was it that he just didn’t feel the need to be so defensive already?
“I won’t do it.” Kibum nodded. It wasn’t the right time either, anyway.
Relief washed over Kevin’s face as he heard Kibum’s assurance, trusting the certainty in that voice. He smiled sweetly, thanking Kibum with an impromptu hug. “Thank you.”
“Do you mind if I ask why, though?” Kibum questioned as Kevin slowly pulled away, observing the subtle change of Kevin’s features. “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me.”
“It’s just…I’m-I’m camera shy.” Kevin nervously said, and Kibum nodded as if believing. Well, if Kevin didn’t want to say it, he better not probe further. He wasn’t any idiot - he knew very well that a reaction so aggressive had nothing to do with being camera shy.
As if realising his words wasn’t as truthful as he wanted them to sound, Kevin clung onto Kibum suddenly, smiling. It didn’t reach his eyes, both of them knew, but he did, clutching onto Kibum’s shirt as he crashed their lips together. Was that his protective cover? Kibum realised that the things Kevin does when he feels like he is at a disadvantageous situation is to hopefully distract the other. A fiercer kiss, a more intense foreplay, and although it didn’t help the situation, it seemed to help Kevin feel better.
Denying what is the obvious plain truth.
Kibum was so used to their bodies pressed up against each other that he couldn’t remember how they got into the room and tumbled down on the bed. They closed their eyes, both of them, trying to distract themselves from what they were thinking about to concentrate on the other man. With their eyes shut, at least, it felt like they could force those thoughts out of their minds and just focus on the way their bodies slid against each other’s and rubbed together.
The older man winced slightly, the friction getting to his nerves and forming a tent against his pants. It was such a habit to just bite down on his lip and forget that he decided to not punish Kevin emotionally anymore. Letting himself loose this time, Kibum groaned, fingers unconsciously curling about Kevin’s wrist to tug mindlessly.
Kevin was quite obviously, not paying attention. He tried to free his hand by prying off Kibum’s fingers gently, then rolling up the ends of Kibum’s shirt upwards so it could go over his head. The younger man wasn’t being very careful, and a little impatient at that, jerking Kibum’s shirt over the other man before the shirt was fully rolled up. It got stuck, leaving Kibum in a rather difficult position, and that woke Kevin up from his distracting thoughts.
“I’m sorry.” Kevin hurriedly apologised, giving up tentatively to fix the shirt and then tried once more. It easily slipped out this time, and Kevin unrolled it to make sure there wasn’t any permanent damage done to the shirt. “I think I spoilt the coll-”
Kibum didn’t want to hear it, grabbing the back of Kevin’s head and then ravishing the other’s lips until Kevin dug his fingernails into the older man’s bare chest. The soft whimper and the increasing pain from those sharp fingernails made Kibum pull back, watching the younger choke on air, face flushed red. The trembling form then lost his shirt in the passion, pants dragged halfway down his legs.
Kevin kicked them off and straddled Kibum’s form with his back facing the older, leaning down to tease the clothed erection with his teeth. He could feel the wet underwear that was beneath the denim of the jeans, then freeing Kibum’s legs by pushing the jeans off them. Kevin naughtily left the underwear on, though, licking the wet spot gleefully.
That was when he realised that Kibum had lifted him unconsciously with his arching back.
There wasn’t much time given to him to think, the older circling both his arms about Kevin’s waist and then lifting the younger off him. He was placed beside Kibum, and the man then stripped both of them to their barest figures, pressing a kiss on his forehead with a quick, breathy apology.
Kibum, with a weeping erection, entered Kevin without so much of a warning. He sighed almost instantly, feeling his member get the attention it needed, then thrusting into Kevin gently for fear of hurting the younger boy. Kevin could feel the throb from the pulsating length in him, but he was too used to thrusts in general to actually pay full attention to it. Instead, he thought about Kibum’s apology and questioned why Kibum was being so formal, so cautious.
He was out to sell his body. Of course, Kibum could enter him if he felt like it, whenever he felt like it. Although, well yes, Kibum seemed to never have that urge before.
It was a comfortable tempo right then, the two of them agreed silently, and that Kibum was even rocking back and forth somewhat leisurely. Kevin’s thoughts suddenly turned back to the incident outside the room, about Kibum and his camera…
“I’m afraid…” Kevin said so unexpectedly that Kibum couldn’t understand. Kibum assumed it was just a passing comment about something in the future, not pausing in his thrusts. Kevin wasn’t afraid of sex, was he?
“What?”
“I’m afraid of the camera.” Kevin sighed, feeling Kibum decelerate in his speed. Kevin wondered if he did the right move to be slightly truthful, but he knew Kibum knew of his lie. He never actually was a good actor. And Kibum probably could see through a lot of his lies, like the fake moans. Maybe that’s why he was never aroused.
Kibum deliberated on whether or not that was really what Kevin was feeling about the issue. The thought led to another question before he could deal with the first one. Did prostitutes have a good education? What if they didn’t? And how did Kevin’s language skills come about? “Have you studied before?”
The words Kibum said surprised him. He hadn’t finish thinking when those words just slipped out of his mouth. “Sorry, I- Well, I’m curious.”
“Yes, I have. I stopped at six though.” Kevin smiled briefly, shaking his head. Should he be relieved that Kibum didn’t say a word about his fear for the camera? “It’s fine to ask.”
“Six?” Kibum took a double take, almost stopping in his thrusting all together. “You speak really well for someone who stopped going to school at six.”
“Well, when I don’t have appointments, I read the dictionary and go on courses. The eventual road for us is to become escorts, and for the managing people at the brothel, it’s a long-term investment to send us to business courses and language courses. You have to speak well and know what most of your customers are going to talk about, appear knowledgeable so they’ll like you. Every one of us actually does speak well despite not having an education. Actually, we do, just not a proper one.” Kevin explained, rotating his hips to remind Kibum’s body to thrust. It didn’t seem like a sworn secrecy to Kevin, so despite this being somewhat a trade secret, Kevin just explained it to Kibum.
Talking about becoming an escort…Kevin mentally thought about the number of sex he has to have before he can be “promoted”. His time was soon, actually. What a relief, he sighed unconsciously, because being an escort would mean a less tiring day from then on. Even if the money that came in was going to be lesser, at least he didn’t have to deal with at least seven different men a day.
“Wow, that’s…new.” Kibum blinked, really fascinated by the new fact. Prostitutes go on courses, and business courses at that. Something he needed to really be involved before finding out. Seems like this project was the right thing to do.
But…what was that again? Escorts? Prostitutes to become escorts?
Kevin nodded at Kibum’s response to the whole chunk of information he dropped on the older man. Figuring that Kibum wasn’t really in the right state of mind to multitask, he changed their positions smoothly and grinded against Kibum’s abdomen with his own erection, pulling himself away from the older man’s body at the same time before driving his body back down. Kibum’s length filled him up once more, and the older started to aid Kevin in his job when he comprehended what the younger was trying to do.
Kibum wrapped an arm about Kevin’s waist as his other hand slipped in between their sweaty bodies to seize the other man’s member. Pumping the length at a similar pace, Kibum could feel a surge of cum ready to be released. Both from himself and Kevin.
“Stop.” Kibum commanded with a slight pant, and Kevin whined softly but compelled anyway. Kevin waited, blinking curiously when Kibum told him to stand up so his erection could come out of the younger boy.
“What are you doing?” Kevin pouted, sitting down on the bed, wanting to release because Kibum could always make his erection ache for it. If only he didn’t touch him, then maybe he could resist.
“Shall we see who comes first, without any touches?” Kibum smirked, gently wiping Kevin’s sweat off the side of his face.
“Huh?” Kevin frowned. How could Kibum even think of such an idea when nothing he does arouses Kevin? In fact, the only reason why Kevin wanted to release so bad was because of those warm hands.
“I won’t touch you, nor myself, and the same thing applies to you. Let’s play it.” Kibum chuckled at Kevin’s bewildered expression, wondering just how vivid Kevin’s imagination could be. He had come up with this idea just a second ago, and even he himself was surprised by it.
“Okay.” Kevin said unsurely, letting out a cry, imagining Kibum’s hands about his erection.
Silly, Kibum chuckled. Kevin was putting himself at a disadvantage.
“A warm, ghostly touch on your sensitive neck.” Kibum lowered his voice, lips almost touching Kevin’s ear. Kevin clenched his fist and tried to shun, panting heavily with his head thrown back. “Then lips replaced those hands, and you feel this tingling kiss that made you warm all over. You wriggle slightly, trying to hold onto your release.”
Kevin shut his eyes tightly, trying to mentally tune out Kibum’s voice. Why wasn’t anything he did making Kibum turn desperate the way he turned him all needy?
“Kisses down your spine, fingers walking down to your sensitive part. You buckle your hips up to the sudden hold, moaning, whining.” Kibum placed extra emphasis on those words, and Kevin winced laying flat on the bed and kicking the mattress violently while he wrung the innocent pillow. “It’s harder to hold your release, because it’s throbbing, trying to escape, and you want it. The pain of holding on, when those touches never left your sensitive body. A little stroke down your length-”
“Ugh.” Kevin cried, back arching beautifully. He came all over himself, turning into a whimpering mess.
So, Kevin was this imaginative?
Kibum chuckled, leaning down over him and pressing a kiss against the frown Kevin wore. “You did well.”
Why did Kibum always have an upper hand over him? Kevin lamented at the fact, sighing. He then pumped Kibum’s erection lazily, and soon helped Kibum came. Kibum then dropped his weight on Kevin despite the mess, before quickly readjusting himself, the two of them then falling into unconsciousness.
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A little end of the year present for all of you!
And...heh, also a way for me to reach my word target for the year!
/fireworks
I HAVE WRITTEN 300,449 WORDS. HOW COOL AM I.
/bricked
(Oh, don't worry, I'll update this coming Monday too :D)
Anyway, I hoped you guys enjoyed this year when I was functioning the whole year as a Kemaru writer with breaks here and there :D Next year, I'll try my best to install a new "feature" on my livejournal so it's easier for you guys to read / re-read my fics :D!
Which means link at the end of each page!
I was thinking of pasting the whole story chapter list on the top like I usually do, but that can only happen after I finish the whole thing. Instead, I'm gonna try that and see if LJ likes me or not :3
If it doesn't then the feature will disappear. And um, I'll try to make my masterpost prettier instead /rofl.
A big thank you to my readers in 2011 <3!
SEE YOU GUYS IN 2012? :D