Hyukjae's Porn
Title: Hyukjae's Porn
Summary: Four times Hyukjae’s porn comes into play…even when he’s not there
Pairing: HanSu, HanTeuk, HanHyuk, HanMin (yes i am biased, sue me)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Hyukjae's Porn
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Junsu/Hankyung,Gas Station
The engine lets out a croaky whimper as Hankyung literally wills it to keep driving even as the indicator has been sitting on empty for the past minute. Hankyung lets out a sigh of relief as the car crawls into the gas station, not a moment too soon, as the car splutters and dies before it even levels against the pump.
The moon is high above and the night deadly silent as Hankyung finishes filling his car and he flips the cap back in place. He’s walking in to pay when he realize that he doesn’t know where his wallet is. He swears and there’s a frown on his face as he braces himself to face a brutish, muscled old man with a foul temper at landing this shitty shift.
The frown turns into a smile though, when he instead spies a young man of about eighteen with short hair squashed under an old baseball cap and the gas station uniform sitting awkwardly as the man (Junsu his name tag reads) sits slumped on the chair watching something on his phone and his hands in a very dubious position.
Junsu doesn’t even register Hankyung’s presence until Hankyung takes the phone and raises an eyebrow at the scantily clad figures and suggestive positions and Junsu blushes all the way to his hairline and splutters something about it belonging to his best friend Hyuk and how he was just curious and then he’s not saying anything at all, because Hankyung’s hands slid to join Junsu’s still trapped in his pants.
Hankyung draws his nails softly down the semi-hardened member and making sure to trace around Junsu’s balls, before squeezing down hard on them and massaging roughly until they were pulsating under his fingers. Hankyung strokes and squeezes and twists his hands until Junsu is gasping and almost sliding off his seat, before Hankyung helps him up, only to shove him back down on the seat, himself getting onto his knees.
“Listen, Junsu, I’ll be honest, I don’t have money to pay for the petrol. But I can pay you some other way,” Hankyung whispers, smiling as Junsu’s eyes pop wide open, “if you would like that.”
Hankyung continues stroking Junsu the whole time and when he finishes talking, Junsu is rock hard. He drops his head and mouthes at Junsu’s crotch for a few more minutes, until Junsu is panting and shuddering. With a wink, Hankyung quickly turns around and drops his jeans, bending seductively over the counter. There’s no movement from behind him though and Hankyung turns around, frowning, worrying that maybe he’s misjudged this man. But his frown quickly turns into a smirk at the furious blush on Junsu’s face and the obvious tent in his pants. “What’s wrong, Junsu-shi? Are you not happy with this method of payment?”
Junsu swallows visibly, blushing harder, “I-I…could you…you d-do it…you- um…” Hankyung takes a few seconds to understand the mumbling, but when he does, he grins and quickly reaches over for Junsu, pulling him closer and fingers making short work of his jeans; Junsu flailing as his pants pool at his feet. Hankyung raises an eyebrow, “No underwear Junsu?”
The other man flushes and then gasps as Hankyung bends him the counter, parting his legs. Fisting Junsu’s wet cock to lubricate his fingers with pre-cum, Hankyung gently pushes a finger inside, Junsu gasping at the intrusion. As soon as Junsu stops gasping, Hankyung pushes a second finger in and begins criss-crossing them, leaving the younger man panting loudly. A third finger joins the first two and Junsu cries out, before moaning loudly as Hankyung brushes his sweet spot.
He stretches Junsu fully, because it doesn’t feel like Junsu does this often and Hankyung waits till he feels the other pushing back on his fingers, before he pulls them out and positioning his cock against the entrance. Slowly he pushes in, Junsu’s biting down on his lip, eyes wide open as he feels the large length stretch him further open, finally letting out a breathless gasp when he’s filled to the hilt.
Then Hankyung starts moving, gently at first, which still has him gasping and moaning at the delicious burn of skin against skin. The other slowly picks up his speed and the strength of his thrusts, until he’s slamming into Junsu so hard that he’s worried the glass counter is going to break. Hankyung is literally holding him up by the waist, because his legs have turned to jelly and Junsu can barely form a coherent thought as Hankyung’s hard cock pounds into his prostate with each thrust.
Hankyung is grunting in his ear and Junsu has given up on suppressing his moans. A hand wraps around his throbbing cock and that’s all Junsu needs to tip over the edge, his whole body shuddering as he releases all over the floor and cabinet, as well as Hyukjae’s phone. Hankyung thrusts a few more times, each ripping through his oversensitive passage, before hot warmth coats his insides and Junsu finds himself being lowered gently onto the chair.
There’s a brief touch against his cheek, before Hankyung’s walking out, pausing at the door to flash a smile at Junsu, still slumped over, eyes glazed and breathing uneven.
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Eeteuk/Hankyung, backstage
It was about ten minutes before they were due on stage and the other members were all scattered around the various rooms and corridors, getting last minute make up done and having their clothes fitted properly.
Eeteuk is rushing around trying to move things aside so no body would trip over and trying to find some blush to give his cheeks a bit of colour, when he’s suddenly being pulled into a spare changing room.
It’s unusually dark inside and he’s shoved up against the door before it closes fully and Eeteuk panics as a hand slaps over his mouth and grabs hold of his wrists. He’s being grinded roughly into the door, hands pinned above his head, lips mouthing hungrily at his neck. The feel of a hardened cock rubs against his thigh and his own clothed erection, the friction burning and hot and he was reacting before he could stop it. Then suddenly, those hips push against his fully, long legs edging his legs further open and Eeteuk knows those hips and that hand and the way the other moved and he closes his eyes even when he should be telling the other to get the fuck ready.
Minutes pass and he’s still being grinded and thrusted up against the wooden door and he’s so hard that Eeteuk is worried about his performance pants splitting. Then the pants are shoved down so roughly that Eeteuk thinks that they are surely wrecked now and then he’s being grinded into the door again, only this time there was nothing in between and the burn was aching and clawing straight at his brain. His exposed erection tingles in the cold air and the friction of leather rubbing against it constantly has Eeteuk gasping and hissing. It continues for God knows how long and Eeteuk is helpless, moaning and gasping, silent pleas falling in breathless pants. The man behind him was still clothed though and Eeteuk’s flipped over, so his face is pressing into the door and there’s something’s pushing into him without warning and Eeteuk yelps at the cool touch and he’s glad there’s a hand tight over his mouth, because he sure as hell did not want everyone to hear him screaming as the long, hard, cold object pushed all the way into him.
It’s moving in and out mercilessly and it’s foreign and so, so long and it hits that spot every time and Eeteuk’s knees buckle and he finds himself shoved onto the floor, only there’s paper or something lying beneath him and Eeteuk doesn’t care, because that thing was still fucking his ass continuously, opening him up and delving ever deeper. Eeteuk is rutting against the ground, or the paper beneath him and trying to get more, more. It stops moving just as Eeteuk is about to come and something flat presses down onto his butt and lower back and he’s stuck there with the long rod still inside him and some sort of clip holding it there.
The hands holding his hips in position slides away and Eeteuk is waiting to be touched, properly touched, with heat and muscle and skin, but then he hears the sound of the door opening and closing and he swears in every language he knows.
Eeteuk limps throughout the whole performance and he’s got a flushing glow that doesn’t come from dancing or blush and when he stalks backstage afterwards to take his revenge, he freezes on the spot, because when he goes into the room, it’s no longer dark and the others are there and Heechul is curling his hair and Eeteuk’s eyes snap to the thick, long curler and he thinks of himself kneeling on the ground and pushing wantonly back onto the rod until he came and he feels like crying because this day just couldn’t get any worse.
Then there’s a scream of pure horror and Eeteuk jerks around to see Hyukjae gapping in revulsion at the streaks of white covering his favorite books.
Eeteuk tells Hyukjae off for bringing porn in the first place, before the other can ask who did this and he settles into his seat with a wince and he spends the rest of the bumpy trip home, planning to tie the Chinese man up with the straightener cord and punish him properly.
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Hyukjae/Hankyung, airport
Hyukjae’s being led along a brightly lit corridor and then into a small room with a large desk and two chairs on opposite sites of the table. There’s some stationary on the table, a couple of pens, a ruler and a stack of forms.
A man enters the room, dressed in the uniform of the custom officers and there was a serious expression on his face and Hyukjae figets in his chair, nervous.
“Mr Lee, you have committed a very serious offence,” the voice although soft, was also very severe and Hyukjae feels chills go down his spine as he thinks of things he could have done to merit this kind of private interrogation.
“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” It was the truth, maybe not the whole truth because he did have an idea, but still he does not expect to be grabbed by the collar of his shirt and shoved down onto the white plastic table, his hand pinned behind his back.
“Mr Lee, if you refuse to cooperate with us, I’m afraid we shall have to use other methods.” Hyukjae felt something wrap around his wrists and he found himself hoisted forwards until he was lying fully on the desk with his hands tied behind his back.
“I don’t know, I really don’t…what did I do?” There was an edge of desperation in his voice, because although this was the first time Hyukjae was going through customs, he was pretty sure this wasn’t the normal behaviour of officals.
Then he’s sure something is wrong, when his loose pants are pulled down to his ankles and the blonde man is whispers near his ear, “You have been a very, very bad man Mr Lee.” Then Hyukjae jerks because there’s a stinging pain on his butt and he twists around just in time to see the blonde man bring down the ruler again.
He’s pushed onto his knees and again and again the ruler is brought down against Hyukjae’s butt, making a soft slap at times or a loud smack at other times, all mixed in with slow strokes of the ruler as it trailed down his legs and along the inside of his thighs and around his hardening member and tickling at his balls. It leaves a feather soft trail down his back and into the curve of his butt and circling his entrance.
There’s a form shoved in front of him and his arms are freed and he’s forced to fill out his name and he writes whatever the other man tells him, because there’s always a stinging slap followed by the touching each time he hesitates and Hyukjae sites his occupation as ‘Hankyung’s sex toy’ and his crime as ‘very very bad boy’ and then the man- Hankyung he assumes- climbs onto the table too and there’s warm hands rubbing at Hyukjae’s abused butt cheeks and then they’re being pushed apart and there’s something hard pushing into him.
Hyukjae is whimpering and yelping as Hankyung pushes fully into him, the pain of being stretched raw overwhelming and he can’t help the tears that spring to his eyes as he feels his muscles tear at the large length forcing its way in. Then he’s gasping and moaning as Hankyung thrusts repeatedly, deeper and deeper each time. Hyukjae is limp against the table, trying to drag in calming breaths, when Hankyung pulls Hyukjae’s hips back simultaneously to slamming his own hips forwards and Hyukjae’s pounded against the table until he sees stars and he signs his name in spurts of white and he collapses on the now dirty interrogation table. He gets one last smack with the ruler, on his oversensitive member and Hyukjae doesn’t even remember what happened after that, only that he’s limping out of the room and out of the airport as fast as possible.
He runs his hands over the abused skin and he knows he shouldn’t have tried to bring in so much porn.
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Sungmin/Hankyung, office
Sungmin stares at the room his new boss has just opened for him and he has to admit this was not what he expected on his first day at work.
His boss’ private office was large, like an apartment with a bedroom off to one side and a bathroom next to it. The office itself had a large, sturdy desk and a few couches, but now it was filled with unopened brown boxes all with signs saying “Product to be tested” and he’s curious because what kind of company expects the boss to do the testing himself?
Sungmin turns around to face his new boss, Mr Han and he secretly thanks Hyukjae for setting him up in such a great job in his company. Hyukjae had taken pity on Sungmin’s shitty job and even though Sungmin doesn’t really know what this company does, he’s glad his porn-loving best friend got him a job with such good pay and a hot boss to boot.
“Well, Sungmin, as you can see we’ve got a lot of hard work on our hands today. So we better get started, yes?” Mr Han had a soft and deep voice and Sungmin smiled quickly, “Of course, Mr Han, right away.”
He’s rewarded with a smile and sparkling eyes. “Good. Now take off your clothes.”
Sungmin takes a moment to process that because Mr Han is still smiling and his voice is still sweet and surely Sungmin heard that wrong.
“Come on Sungmin, we have a lot of work to do.” Sungmin is loosing his tie uncertainly when Mr Han goes over and opens one of the boxes on his desk and Sungmin gasps in shock. Inside the box, there is the biggest range of vibrators he has ever seen. He glances up in disbelief at his boss wondering if this was some sort of joke, but Mr Han was already picking out something.
At his wide eyed look, Mr Han’s eyes softened and he put the large vibrator back in the box and pats Sungmin on the head, “How about we leave that till next time, lets start with something a bit more ordinary, how about that?”
The older man walks to the other side of the room, carrying the box and stops near the shelf where he slides the glass back with a smile; Sungmin staring impressed at the bottles and bottles of fancy looking liquor bottles lining the shelf, yet uncertain as to what his boss intended to do- get him drunk?
Mr Han picked up the first bottle on the shelf and waved it slightly at Sungmin, before raising an eyebrow; Sungmin belatedly realizing his boss was expecting him to finish undressing. He slowly shrugs his shirt off and reluctantly moves to unfasten his belt, his boss watching unabashedly, “So Sungmin-shi, taste or sensation or effectiveness first?”
Sungmin had absolutely no idea what he was talking about, but decided to just randomly pick one, “Um, sensation?”
His boss nods accommodatingly and gently pushes Sungmin to sit on the couch next to the shelf, Sungmin gritting his teeth and pushing off his boxers, face flushing as Mr Han eyes him unashamedly. The older man uncaps the bottle and to Sungmin’s utter shock, pours a small amount on Sungmin’s exposed stomach, earning a sharp gasp. His boss wipes some straight off his skin, rubbing the gel between his fingers, “Hmm, the sensation is quite sharp, see what you think of this,” before wrapping his hand around Sungmin’s limp member and rubbing up and down, Sungmin jerking, both at the sharp coolness of the lube and the fact that his boss now had his hands on his cock.
Sungmin manages a strangled gargle, before muttering something about too cold and stinging, Mr Han nodding and writing something down on the clipboard and handing a wet wipe to Sungmin, telling him to clean it off. He gets up and grabs three more bottles, setting them down next to his clipboard and squirting more in his hand and began pumping Sungmin’s member again. They get through 6 bottles of lube this way, Mr Han testing it on Sungmin’s cock and asking him to describe the sensation, whilst Sungmin tried his best not to moan and fuck his boss’ hand. By the end, Sungmin is embarrassingly hard.
“Okay, that’s all of that done,” Mr Han says cheerfully and Sungmin exhales in relief, choking as his boss continues, “now we can start on the flavored lubes.” He smiles even as his mind panics, he was already hard, he did not want to cum all over his boss’ face on his first day. But apparently he didn’t need to worry, because Mr Han is unbuckling his own belt and Sungmin’s eyes widen at the very impressive length between his toned legs. Sungmin quickly tears his eyes away, flushing and grabs the next bottle, a yellow one and pours some into his hand, taking a deep breath and running his hand up and down Mr Han’s length, covering it evenly. Now that he was horny and over the initial shock, Sungmin was less inhibited and he quickly gets on his knees and takes an experimental lick at his boss’ cock, licking his lips at the banana taste curiously before licking it a few more times. “Hmm, it could be slightly less sweet, I think; it tastes like banana flavoring, not banana…a bit too artificial…” Sungmin pauses and wonders if he’s said too much, but Mr Han smiles and nods, scribbling on his notepad, before handing Sungmin a cup of water to wash out the taste, whilst he wiped his own length.
They try more flavors and as they progress, Sungmin becomes more comfortable and daring, going from mere licking to swirls of his tongue around the whole length and sucking at the head and the tip. By the time they move on to raspberry cola, Sungmin’s eyes are twinkling and Mr Han’s erection is standing proud. Sungmin quickly pours some onto his boss’ cock and wraps a hand around the base, leaning in with a grin; peeking at the older man as he slowly takes the length into his mouth, throat working as he swallows more and more, until he’s got most of the impressive length in his mouth. He sucks long and hard, tongue licking and twirling his cock like a lollipop, until Mr Han lets out a breathless moan, hands clenching in Sungmin’s hair.
When he finally pulls away with a wet plop, Mr Han’s eyes are glazed and he quickly pulls Sungmin up onto the couch so he was lying on his back. “I think it’s time we tried the effectiveness, don’t you agree?”
Sungmin nods breathlessly, fully appreciating just how gorgeous his boss was, especially flushed and naked. He gasps loudly as Mr Han pushes a slick finger inside, opening him up for the second finger which soon slips inside. Sungmin glances down at the hand on his thigh and thinks, fuck he has perfect fingers, even as the third one pushes in, which has him squirming at how wide he’s stretched open. Mr Han grabs Sungmin’s milky leg and hitches it over his shoulder, prodding lightly at his entrance with the tip of his length, before pushing in; Sungmin moans and cries out at the same time, his head swimming at how completely full he feels, the hot hardness pulsating against his taunt walls. The first thrust is painful, the second uncomfortable, the third highly enjoyable. Numerous ones later, Sungmin is cluching at Mr Han’s shoulders, head thrown back as he screams out in utter pleasure, thighs quivering, chest heaving. Mr Han hooks his hand under Sungmin’s bent knee and pushes his leg almost against his chest, before thrusting in deeper, the new position allowing him to slam repeatedly into Sungmin’s prostate. With a desperate scream of ‘Mr Han!’, Sungmin comes all over both of their chests and his entire body tingles with over-stimulated nerves, his brain barely functioning as Mr Han helps him up, smiling approvingly. “Well done, Sungmin-shi, you did very well on your first day.”
“We are the leading marketers of sex toys in the world, Sungmin. And my job is to make sure each and every one is working to achieve the maximum pleasure. Your job as my assistant of course, is to assist me,” Hankyung smiles at Sungmin’s quivering body on the couch, “See you tomorrow.”
Sungmin glances at the box labeled cock rings and vibrators and the box next to it reading ‘Cuffs and Collars” and he thinks this is the most twisted job in the world.
It was lucky, Sungmin was a bit of a masochist; just a little.
<3
Summary: Four times Hyukjae’s porn comes into play…even when he’s not there
Pairing: HanSu, HanTeuk, HanHyuk, HanMin (yes i am biased, sue me)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Hyukjae's Porn
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Junsu/Hankyung,Gas Station
The engine lets out a croaky whimper as Hankyung literally wills it to keep driving even as the indicator has been sitting on empty for the past minute. Hankyung lets out a sigh of relief as the car crawls into the gas station, not a moment too soon, as the car splutters and dies before it even levels against the pump.
The moon is high above and the night deadly silent as Hankyung finishes filling his car and he flips the cap back in place. He’s walking in to pay when he realize that he doesn’t know where his wallet is. He swears and there’s a frown on his face as he braces himself to face a brutish, muscled old man with a foul temper at landing this shitty shift.
The frown turns into a smile though, when he instead spies a young man of about eighteen with short hair squashed under an old baseball cap and the gas station uniform sitting awkwardly as the man (Junsu his name tag reads) sits slumped on the chair watching something on his phone and his hands in a very dubious position.
Junsu doesn’t even register Hankyung’s presence until Hankyung takes the phone and raises an eyebrow at the scantily clad figures and suggestive positions and Junsu blushes all the way to his hairline and splutters something about it belonging to his best friend Hyuk and how he was just curious and then he’s not saying anything at all, because Hankyung’s hands slid to join Junsu’s still trapped in his pants.
Hankyung draws his nails softly down the semi-hardened member and making sure to trace around Junsu’s balls, before squeezing down hard on them and massaging roughly until they were pulsating under his fingers. Hankyung strokes and squeezes and twists his hands until Junsu is gasping and almost sliding off his seat, before Hankyung helps him up, only to shove him back down on the seat, himself getting onto his knees.
“Listen, Junsu, I’ll be honest, I don’t have money to pay for the petrol. But I can pay you some other way,” Hankyung whispers, smiling as Junsu’s eyes pop wide open, “if you would like that.”
Hankyung continues stroking Junsu the whole time and when he finishes talking, Junsu is rock hard. He drops his head and mouthes at Junsu’s crotch for a few more minutes, until Junsu is panting and shuddering. With a wink, Hankyung quickly turns around and drops his jeans, bending seductively over the counter. There’s no movement from behind him though and Hankyung turns around, frowning, worrying that maybe he’s misjudged this man. But his frown quickly turns into a smirk at the furious blush on Junsu’s face and the obvious tent in his pants. “What’s wrong, Junsu-shi? Are you not happy with this method of payment?”
Junsu swallows visibly, blushing harder, “I-I…could you…you d-do it…you- um…” Hankyung takes a few seconds to understand the mumbling, but when he does, he grins and quickly reaches over for Junsu, pulling him closer and fingers making short work of his jeans; Junsu flailing as his pants pool at his feet. Hankyung raises an eyebrow, “No underwear Junsu?”
The other man flushes and then gasps as Hankyung bends him the counter, parting his legs. Fisting Junsu’s wet cock to lubricate his fingers with pre-cum, Hankyung gently pushes a finger inside, Junsu gasping at the intrusion. As soon as Junsu stops gasping, Hankyung pushes a second finger in and begins criss-crossing them, leaving the younger man panting loudly. A third finger joins the first two and Junsu cries out, before moaning loudly as Hankyung brushes his sweet spot.
He stretches Junsu fully, because it doesn’t feel like Junsu does this often and Hankyung waits till he feels the other pushing back on his fingers, before he pulls them out and positioning his cock against the entrance. Slowly he pushes in, Junsu’s biting down on his lip, eyes wide open as he feels the large length stretch him further open, finally letting out a breathless gasp when he’s filled to the hilt.
Then Hankyung starts moving, gently at first, which still has him gasping and moaning at the delicious burn of skin against skin. The other slowly picks up his speed and the strength of his thrusts, until he’s slamming into Junsu so hard that he’s worried the glass counter is going to break. Hankyung is literally holding him up by the waist, because his legs have turned to jelly and Junsu can barely form a coherent thought as Hankyung’s hard cock pounds into his prostate with each thrust.
Hankyung is grunting in his ear and Junsu has given up on suppressing his moans. A hand wraps around his throbbing cock and that’s all Junsu needs to tip over the edge, his whole body shuddering as he releases all over the floor and cabinet, as well as Hyukjae’s phone. Hankyung thrusts a few more times, each ripping through his oversensitive passage, before hot warmth coats his insides and Junsu finds himself being lowered gently onto the chair.
There’s a brief touch against his cheek, before Hankyung’s walking out, pausing at the door to flash a smile at Junsu, still slumped over, eyes glazed and breathing uneven.
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Eeteuk/Hankyung, backstage
It was about ten minutes before they were due on stage and the other members were all scattered around the various rooms and corridors, getting last minute make up done and having their clothes fitted properly.
Eeteuk is rushing around trying to move things aside so no body would trip over and trying to find some blush to give his cheeks a bit of colour, when he’s suddenly being pulled into a spare changing room.
It’s unusually dark inside and he’s shoved up against the door before it closes fully and Eeteuk panics as a hand slaps over his mouth and grabs hold of his wrists. He’s being grinded roughly into the door, hands pinned above his head, lips mouthing hungrily at his neck. The feel of a hardened cock rubs against his thigh and his own clothed erection, the friction burning and hot and he was reacting before he could stop it. Then suddenly, those hips push against his fully, long legs edging his legs further open and Eeteuk knows those hips and that hand and the way the other moved and he closes his eyes even when he should be telling the other to get the fuck ready.
Minutes pass and he’s still being grinded and thrusted up against the wooden door and he’s so hard that Eeteuk is worried about his performance pants splitting. Then the pants are shoved down so roughly that Eeteuk thinks that they are surely wrecked now and then he’s being grinded into the door again, only this time there was nothing in between and the burn was aching and clawing straight at his brain. His exposed erection tingles in the cold air and the friction of leather rubbing against it constantly has Eeteuk gasping and hissing. It continues for God knows how long and Eeteuk is helpless, moaning and gasping, silent pleas falling in breathless pants. The man behind him was still clothed though and Eeteuk’s flipped over, so his face is pressing into the door and there’s something’s pushing into him without warning and Eeteuk yelps at the cool touch and he’s glad there’s a hand tight over his mouth, because he sure as hell did not want everyone to hear him screaming as the long, hard, cold object pushed all the way into him.
It’s moving in and out mercilessly and it’s foreign and so, so long and it hits that spot every time and Eeteuk’s knees buckle and he finds himself shoved onto the floor, only there’s paper or something lying beneath him and Eeteuk doesn’t care, because that thing was still fucking his ass continuously, opening him up and delving ever deeper. Eeteuk is rutting against the ground, or the paper beneath him and trying to get more, more. It stops moving just as Eeteuk is about to come and something flat presses down onto his butt and lower back and he’s stuck there with the long rod still inside him and some sort of clip holding it there.
The hands holding his hips in position slides away and Eeteuk is waiting to be touched, properly touched, with heat and muscle and skin, but then he hears the sound of the door opening and closing and he swears in every language he knows.
Eeteuk limps throughout the whole performance and he’s got a flushing glow that doesn’t come from dancing or blush and when he stalks backstage afterwards to take his revenge, he freezes on the spot, because when he goes into the room, it’s no longer dark and the others are there and Heechul is curling his hair and Eeteuk’s eyes snap to the thick, long curler and he thinks of himself kneeling on the ground and pushing wantonly back onto the rod until he came and he feels like crying because this day just couldn’t get any worse.
Then there’s a scream of pure horror and Eeteuk jerks around to see Hyukjae gapping in revulsion at the streaks of white covering his favorite books.
Eeteuk tells Hyukjae off for bringing porn in the first place, before the other can ask who did this and he settles into his seat with a wince and he spends the rest of the bumpy trip home, planning to tie the Chinese man up with the straightener cord and punish him properly.
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Hyukjae/Hankyung, airport
Hyukjae’s being led along a brightly lit corridor and then into a small room with a large desk and two chairs on opposite sites of the table. There’s some stationary on the table, a couple of pens, a ruler and a stack of forms.
A man enters the room, dressed in the uniform of the custom officers and there was a serious expression on his face and Hyukjae figets in his chair, nervous.
“Mr Lee, you have committed a very serious offence,” the voice although soft, was also very severe and Hyukjae feels chills go down his spine as he thinks of things he could have done to merit this kind of private interrogation.
“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” It was the truth, maybe not the whole truth because he did have an idea, but still he does not expect to be grabbed by the collar of his shirt and shoved down onto the white plastic table, his hand pinned behind his back.
“Mr Lee, if you refuse to cooperate with us, I’m afraid we shall have to use other methods.” Hyukjae felt something wrap around his wrists and he found himself hoisted forwards until he was lying fully on the desk with his hands tied behind his back.
“I don’t know, I really don’t…what did I do?” There was an edge of desperation in his voice, because although this was the first time Hyukjae was going through customs, he was pretty sure this wasn’t the normal behaviour of officals.
Then he’s sure something is wrong, when his loose pants are pulled down to his ankles and the blonde man is whispers near his ear, “You have been a very, very bad man Mr Lee.” Then Hyukjae jerks because there’s a stinging pain on his butt and he twists around just in time to see the blonde man bring down the ruler again.
He’s pushed onto his knees and again and again the ruler is brought down against Hyukjae’s butt, making a soft slap at times or a loud smack at other times, all mixed in with slow strokes of the ruler as it trailed down his legs and along the inside of his thighs and around his hardening member and tickling at his balls. It leaves a feather soft trail down his back and into the curve of his butt and circling his entrance.
There’s a form shoved in front of him and his arms are freed and he’s forced to fill out his name and he writes whatever the other man tells him, because there’s always a stinging slap followed by the touching each time he hesitates and Hyukjae sites his occupation as ‘Hankyung’s sex toy’ and his crime as ‘very very bad boy’ and then the man- Hankyung he assumes- climbs onto the table too and there’s warm hands rubbing at Hyukjae’s abused butt cheeks and then they’re being pushed apart and there’s something hard pushing into him.
Hyukjae is whimpering and yelping as Hankyung pushes fully into him, the pain of being stretched raw overwhelming and he can’t help the tears that spring to his eyes as he feels his muscles tear at the large length forcing its way in. Then he’s gasping and moaning as Hankyung thrusts repeatedly, deeper and deeper each time. Hyukjae is limp against the table, trying to drag in calming breaths, when Hankyung pulls Hyukjae’s hips back simultaneously to slamming his own hips forwards and Hyukjae’s pounded against the table until he sees stars and he signs his name in spurts of white and he collapses on the now dirty interrogation table. He gets one last smack with the ruler, on his oversensitive member and Hyukjae doesn’t even remember what happened after that, only that he’s limping out of the room and out of the airport as fast as possible.
He runs his hands over the abused skin and he knows he shouldn’t have tried to bring in so much porn.
//
Sungmin/Hankyung, office
Sungmin stares at the room his new boss has just opened for him and he has to admit this was not what he expected on his first day at work.
His boss’ private office was large, like an apartment with a bedroom off to one side and a bathroom next to it. The office itself had a large, sturdy desk and a few couches, but now it was filled with unopened brown boxes all with signs saying “Product to be tested” and he’s curious because what kind of company expects the boss to do the testing himself?
Sungmin turns around to face his new boss, Mr Han and he secretly thanks Hyukjae for setting him up in such a great job in his company. Hyukjae had taken pity on Sungmin’s shitty job and even though Sungmin doesn’t really know what this company does, he’s glad his porn-loving best friend got him a job with such good pay and a hot boss to boot.
“Well, Sungmin, as you can see we’ve got a lot of hard work on our hands today. So we better get started, yes?” Mr Han had a soft and deep voice and Sungmin smiled quickly, “Of course, Mr Han, right away.”
He’s rewarded with a smile and sparkling eyes. “Good. Now take off your clothes.”
Sungmin takes a moment to process that because Mr Han is still smiling and his voice is still sweet and surely Sungmin heard that wrong.
“Come on Sungmin, we have a lot of work to do.” Sungmin is loosing his tie uncertainly when Mr Han goes over and opens one of the boxes on his desk and Sungmin gasps in shock. Inside the box, there is the biggest range of vibrators he has ever seen. He glances up in disbelief at his boss wondering if this was some sort of joke, but Mr Han was already picking out something.
At his wide eyed look, Mr Han’s eyes softened and he put the large vibrator back in the box and pats Sungmin on the head, “How about we leave that till next time, lets start with something a bit more ordinary, how about that?”
The older man walks to the other side of the room, carrying the box and stops near the shelf where he slides the glass back with a smile; Sungmin staring impressed at the bottles and bottles of fancy looking liquor bottles lining the shelf, yet uncertain as to what his boss intended to do- get him drunk?
Mr Han picked up the first bottle on the shelf and waved it slightly at Sungmin, before raising an eyebrow; Sungmin belatedly realizing his boss was expecting him to finish undressing. He slowly shrugs his shirt off and reluctantly moves to unfasten his belt, his boss watching unabashedly, “So Sungmin-shi, taste or sensation or effectiveness first?”
Sungmin had absolutely no idea what he was talking about, but decided to just randomly pick one, “Um, sensation?”
His boss nods accommodatingly and gently pushes Sungmin to sit on the couch next to the shelf, Sungmin gritting his teeth and pushing off his boxers, face flushing as Mr Han eyes him unashamedly. The older man uncaps the bottle and to Sungmin’s utter shock, pours a small amount on Sungmin’s exposed stomach, earning a sharp gasp. His boss wipes some straight off his skin, rubbing the gel between his fingers, “Hmm, the sensation is quite sharp, see what you think of this,” before wrapping his hand around Sungmin’s limp member and rubbing up and down, Sungmin jerking, both at the sharp coolness of the lube and the fact that his boss now had his hands on his cock.
Sungmin manages a strangled gargle, before muttering something about too cold and stinging, Mr Han nodding and writing something down on the clipboard and handing a wet wipe to Sungmin, telling him to clean it off. He gets up and grabs three more bottles, setting them down next to his clipboard and squirting more in his hand and began pumping Sungmin’s member again. They get through 6 bottles of lube this way, Mr Han testing it on Sungmin’s cock and asking him to describe the sensation, whilst Sungmin tried his best not to moan and fuck his boss’ hand. By the end, Sungmin is embarrassingly hard.
“Okay, that’s all of that done,” Mr Han says cheerfully and Sungmin exhales in relief, choking as his boss continues, “now we can start on the flavored lubes.” He smiles even as his mind panics, he was already hard, he did not want to cum all over his boss’ face on his first day. But apparently he didn’t need to worry, because Mr Han is unbuckling his own belt and Sungmin’s eyes widen at the very impressive length between his toned legs. Sungmin quickly tears his eyes away, flushing and grabs the next bottle, a yellow one and pours some into his hand, taking a deep breath and running his hand up and down Mr Han’s length, covering it evenly. Now that he was horny and over the initial shock, Sungmin was less inhibited and he quickly gets on his knees and takes an experimental lick at his boss’ cock, licking his lips at the banana taste curiously before licking it a few more times. “Hmm, it could be slightly less sweet, I think; it tastes like banana flavoring, not banana…a bit too artificial…” Sungmin pauses and wonders if he’s said too much, but Mr Han smiles and nods, scribbling on his notepad, before handing Sungmin a cup of water to wash out the taste, whilst he wiped his own length.
They try more flavors and as they progress, Sungmin becomes more comfortable and daring, going from mere licking to swirls of his tongue around the whole length and sucking at the head and the tip. By the time they move on to raspberry cola, Sungmin’s eyes are twinkling and Mr Han’s erection is standing proud. Sungmin quickly pours some onto his boss’ cock and wraps a hand around the base, leaning in with a grin; peeking at the older man as he slowly takes the length into his mouth, throat working as he swallows more and more, until he’s got most of the impressive length in his mouth. He sucks long and hard, tongue licking and twirling his cock like a lollipop, until Mr Han lets out a breathless moan, hands clenching in Sungmin’s hair.
When he finally pulls away with a wet plop, Mr Han’s eyes are glazed and he quickly pulls Sungmin up onto the couch so he was lying on his back. “I think it’s time we tried the effectiveness, don’t you agree?”
Sungmin nods breathlessly, fully appreciating just how gorgeous his boss was, especially flushed and naked. He gasps loudly as Mr Han pushes a slick finger inside, opening him up for the second finger which soon slips inside. Sungmin glances down at the hand on his thigh and thinks, fuck he has perfect fingers, even as the third one pushes in, which has him squirming at how wide he’s stretched open. Mr Han grabs Sungmin’s milky leg and hitches it over his shoulder, prodding lightly at his entrance with the tip of his length, before pushing in; Sungmin moans and cries out at the same time, his head swimming at how completely full he feels, the hot hardness pulsating against his taunt walls. The first thrust is painful, the second uncomfortable, the third highly enjoyable. Numerous ones later, Sungmin is cluching at Mr Han’s shoulders, head thrown back as he screams out in utter pleasure, thighs quivering, chest heaving. Mr Han hooks his hand under Sungmin’s bent knee and pushes his leg almost against his chest, before thrusting in deeper, the new position allowing him to slam repeatedly into Sungmin’s prostate. With a desperate scream of ‘Mr Han!’, Sungmin comes all over both of their chests and his entire body tingles with over-stimulated nerves, his brain barely functioning as Mr Han helps him up, smiling approvingly. “Well done, Sungmin-shi, you did very well on your first day.”
“We are the leading marketers of sex toys in the world, Sungmin. And my job is to make sure each and every one is working to achieve the maximum pleasure. Your job as my assistant of course, is to assist me,” Hankyung smiles at Sungmin’s quivering body on the couch, “See you tomorrow.”
Sungmin glances at the box labeled cock rings and vibrators and the box next to it reading ‘Cuffs and Collars” and he thinks this is the most twisted job in the world.
It was lucky, Sungmin was a bit of a masochist; just a little.
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