A Doctors Ethics [Yoseob/Hyunseung]
Author: Soju_drip
Title: A Doctors Ethics
Word count: 2,300
Pairing: Yoseob/Hyunseung
Rating: NC17
Genre: smut
Summary: Doctor Yoseob has some questionable ethics when it comes to his patient, a fiery, unsettled red head who craves nothing more then a way to get to sleep.
[top!yoseob - just in case you weren't expecting it!]
A/N: I watched Side Effects today, that new film with Jude Law in it... it's slow, but pretty good once it gets near the end! Also Catherine Zeta Jones YUM! So, it gave me the idea for this fic and for me this is a more dark fic, but I'm sure it's probably quite tame compared to what some people can come up with!
(also unbeta-ed so be aware)
Will be friend-locked... eventually.
“T-They're... they're not working”
Yoseob has to fight back the silken smirk that wants to form on his lips as he watches the red head tremble lightly, hunched up on his shiny brown leather couch, thin arms loosely hugging himself as his eyes dart about the psychiatrists office.
“T-The pills... they're not working!” He continues, shaking his head before raking his long fingers up into shiny ruby red locks, pressing his hands into his eyes as he pulls up his knees. Tatty trainers crossing at the ankles as the doctor lets his eyes rake over his lithe body through expensive Armani glasses.
“Hyunseung” his soft, medicinal voice says smoothly as he watches his patient, such a tormented soul, harmless to everyone but himself, unhappy and anxious and very alone, Doctor Yoseob's little toy.
“What do you mean they're not working?” His voice seems to sooth the lanky male on the couch as his feet slowly lower back to the carpet, and his chocolate eyes peek past his thin wrists to look back at him, before the hands slip from his hair completely and Yoseob gently tilts his head to the side, resting his chin on his fingers, ready to listen, note pad open on his lap. One leg folded over the other, dressed in an understated dark grey suit, tailored, not off the hanger and an expensive Swiss watch hidden under his cuff, the man suiting the high class office.
“I -I can't sleep” Hyunseung continues with a tremor in his voice as he swallows thickly, pink tongue darting out to swipe over perfectly formed lips, its every move watched by dark, hungry eyes. “I just want to sleep” he whines softly, shaking his head as he presses the palm of his hand to his forehead, gazing out over to the window that looks out over the city from the fancy office building. “My headaches are back...” Quickly cutting himself off Hyunseung shakes his head, clutching his wrist as he holds his fingers against his lips, rocking slightly as he turns his wide, frightened and pleading eyes back to the doctor, a shimmering moisture there threatening to form tears. Slipping his fingers to his chin he continues on a soft whisper laced with pleas for help, “please... I need it”.
Yoseob's dark eyes continue to stare back at the boy, holding his gaze for a moment before he shifts to sit up straight and lowers his gaze to his pad, not that any of his scribbles were important, he knew from the moment he heard Hyunseung's name through the intercom with an “emergency” why the boy was here, he had trained him to find comfort in one thing and one thing only after all.
From the first time he had seen him, only a 17 year old waif and stray, he knew the things he could make him do. He had been thinner then, gaunt almost, neglected by his mother the story was typical. He almost looks back on the memory with fondness, those large, chocolate eyes peeking out from midnight black hair, the red had been fairly new, something he had done on Yoseob's advice, that he should change something, enjoy his looks. He had been coming to see Yoseob for four years and steadily the doctor had coaxed him back to human touch and twisted it so that the 21 year old was now utterly dependent on getting his fix of him.
As the note pad slips from his fingers back onto the desk behind him Yoseob looks around, hearing a creak from the couch and swivels his rotating office chair a little back towards him as Hyunseung slowly raises himself from the couch, shiny strands of bright red falling back over his face as he takes a few slow steps towards him. With a noise from the chairs hinges the doctor sits back, watching as those slim hips sway subtly before stopping in front of him, and Hyunseung leans in close, a hand on each arm rest.
Raising his eyes Yoseob looks up at the face close to his own, reaching up to gently brush the locks back from the young man's face, eyes scanning the sharp bone structure for a moment before a silken smile spreads over his lips. “It's only been two weeks since your last visit Hyunseung” he says softly with the boy so close before chuckling softly as he sees the almost indignant look in the red heads eyes and gives a soft nod, giving his consent.
With that, Hyunseung gently nips at his lips, only softly, an affectionate gesture that the doctor facilitates, before the boy slowly lowers down to his knees. Yoseob feels his lungs fill with air as he watches the boy lower, his hands slipping down to rest on his thighs, those slender fingers slowly extending across the trouser fabric before they slip higher, a button is un-popped and a zip pulled down.
The doctor lets out a light hiss as the cool air and even cooler fingers meet his member, semi hard from just the sight of that slender frame and nervous disposition, only Hyunseung could have this effect on him. He watches hungrily as the boy lowers his eyes to gaze down at what's before him, his medicine, the only thing that can calm him. Yoseob's plain gold wedding band on his finger flashes a glare at him under the florescent office lights as he lifts his hand, threading his fingers into the others soft, silky hair, sweeping it back from his face as he takes a grip. He eagerly anticipates the feel of those lips as he sees them part and lets out a throaty groan as that heat finally envelopes him.
His eyes don't miss a second, face completely composed as he watches the boy slowly bob his head, cheeks filling as he lowers himself as far as he dares, before hollowing as he pulls back, faint, lewd sounds floating out into the office as he works his doctor to full hardness. Feeling the length thicken and engorge in his mouth yet the man himself remains quite quiet, gently stroking back soft red hair as he watches like a hawk.
Yoseob lets his eyes slowly lower down the body kneeling between his legs, far too much dark intention in their depths as he utters a single word and the well trained boy understands. “Hyunseung” he says authoritatively and watches as his patient complies, keeping his administrations constant as his hand slips free from Yoseob's thigh to his own trouser fastening and with a clunk his belt and jeans fall down his thighs to settle by his knees on the carpeted flooring.
The doctor feels his stomach tighten as a bolt of pleasure sparks through him with one throaty moan rocketing down his length surrounded by a tight, wet heat as Hyunseung's fingers prepare himself for what's to come. Glistening with saliva they slowly twist, two of them surrounded by the pink ring of muscles that resist as he sinks them deeper, rewarding Yoseob with another moan vibrating around his cock.
The medical part of Yoseob's mind notices and makes a mental note of the impatience rising within the younger male at his feet, in no time Hyunseung was gazing up at him with that sinfully delicious gaze, preparing by fingers or by toys no longer enough for him and the time given over to such things was decreasing, Hyunseung was succumbing to what doctors in his field often see, an addiction to his pain relief, he was eager now and bolder when asking to be held, something Yoseob encouraged. Openness is of course very important for someone to reintegrate...
Yoseob's eyes raise to watch as Hyunseung slowly rises to his feet, easily slipping his feet from his tatty baseball trainers and jeans, barefooted as usual as with another faint creak from the office chair he rests a hand on his doctors shoulder, and with his lower half completely bare he slips forward onto his lap.
“Doctor” he whispers softly, reaching below him to wrap his slender fingers around the professionals length, holding is steady as he sets him with his misty gaze, lips puffed and bruised pink from his administrations, lightly parted as he breaths deeper to catch his breath and slowly lowers himself down to greedily take what he wants.
With a groan Yoseob watches as Hyunseung lets his head roll backwards, moaning throatily as he lowers himself down, bit by bit, piercing himself to the core with the other and taking him in deeper, inch by inch, pleasure rocketing through both of them.
The fabric of his shirt under his sweater rests by his bare thighs as his grip tightens on the doctors shoulder, gathering the fabric of the expensive suit under his fingers as he rests, the other fully sheathed within him, before he starts to move, Yoseob's hands on his hips resting there but not guiding him, he enjoys the younger males hunger for it as he moves to take it himself.
It's quiet, it has to be for Yoseob's medical license would surely be struck off if anyone where to find out. Hyunseung lets out soft, gasped moans into the room as he rides him, panting hot breaths against his own shoulder as he tucks his chin in, head tilted to the side. Easy hazy and lids heavy as he senses the dark eyes on him, watching him as he pleasures himself with the only thing that can make him relax long enough to sleep.
“Doctor Yoseob” the red head gasps as he rolls his hips, feeling the slick member slide inside of him before he pushes himself back down, the chair softly creaking under them. Broad hands sliding under him, groping his ass and kneading the flesh has new moans fall from betwixt his lips as his own member throbs painfully, untouched by the cruel doctor yet the pleasure from the other being inside of him,grinding against his spot if he arches his back is enough to keep the boys hips moving hungrily.
Yoseob lets out a grunt as things start to build, his usually so stoic face starts to crumple with pleasure, his brow ridge crinkling before he swipes off his glasses and sets them down on the table behind him haphazardly. His hands turning from resting on the boys bony hips to grabbing them, basking in the noises he can pull from his patient the first time he forcefully lifts him, only to push him back down again. On occasion Hyunseung can like it rough, but Yoseob makes sure not to facilitate that too often, their sex is not about punishment, it's about healing.
“D-D-Do-Doctor Y-Yoseob-!” the youth tries again, his words disjointed and broken each time he's pulled down and the middle aged man under him thrusts up, making him bounce and the chair creek louder. The sadist in Yoseob could only stay an observer for so long and now he was taking control. He groans as Hyunseung leans back, a hand behind him on Yoseob's knee for support as he tries to take his neglected length into his hand, only to have it slapped away by the impatient doctor. They both knew that a purely prostate orgasm lasted longer, sedated him more efficiently and Yoseob enjoyed watching him squirm.
Hyunseung tries to fight it, he whines and begs, all in hushed whispers of course as Mrs Kim, the moody receptionist was just outside, but they evidently fall on deaf ears, as Yoseob keeps pounding away at him, his own breathing ragged, chair creaking but no other noises come from him . He watches as that mouth hangs open and he wishes he could hear the noises that want to rip free from him but home visits were rare and he cannot mix his work life and his personal life.
A single groan rolls from the doctors chest as he watches the exquisite view of Hyunseung loose himself to the pleasure of his almost painful orgasm. The sensations too intense for his skinny body to cope with as he trembles all over, Yoseob pushing up his clothes so he dirties his bare stomach and keeps his hands bouncing him atop him, for his own pleasure and to milk out Hyunseung's as his length continues to leak.
As his walls tighten and tremble Yoseob feels his brows knit as he times it perfectly, pulling the boy off of him just as his own length explodes, depositing his own load on Hyunseung's thigh, as he patient falls forward against him, panting for breath , a tremble running through his body as his hole clenches at the lost.
dquo;These should help with your sleeping” the doctor says as he stands behind his desk a little later, turning his eyes away from the sight of Hyunseung tucking in his shirt, to gaze down at his prescription pad. Reaching out he picks up his fancy, engraved fountain pen to scribble down the prescription for some sleeping pills and tears off the sheet only to look up and find the room empty.
He chuckles softly as he looks from where Hyunseung had been, to the paper in his hand, and slowly folds it, no need for that then. More likely then not Hyunseung had hurried away to find somewhere to curl up and sleep, his medication taking effect.
“Until next time, my little Hyunseung” he muses lightly to himself with a chuckle, resting the white paper against his lips, before chuckling as he turns away, dropping it into the bin on the way past to the window to gaze out at the city.
END
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