[Fic] Something He Needs - 1/3
Title: Something He Needs
Author: Coley Merrin
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun (Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut
Warnings: sexual situations
Summary: It was one week, and sleeping with Kyuhyun was his job. And it was the rest of his life.
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Part one * Part two * Part three
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Cho Kyuhyun, twenty five. Tall, according to his bio. Zhou Mi liked tall men, so that was no issue. They never gave him an exact weight, choosing to go with words like “fit” or “slender.” Enough descriptors so that Zhou Mi wasn’t going in blind. He had a picture that had been provided, a couple of candid shots, and one that looked like it was from an official badge. It showed a shock of black hair, and dark eyes. Face mostly dominated by those eyes, and a full mouth. The picture itself was unexceptional, but it wasn’t meant to be. The others, the hint of a smile, a slightly better haircut, showed a more handsome side. It wan’t as though Zhou Mi chose his clients. He was just as likely to be with someone he wasn’t attracted to, as he was with someone he’d have taken a second look at.
But this assignment was different. He wasn’t going to someone’s hotel or apartment for a night or a weekend. A weekend had been the longest. He was being sent for a week, to stay with Kyuhyun at a hotel. Kyuhyun, he had been told, preferred his first name. No Mr. Cho business. But it took his usual nightly rate and elevated it quite dramatically. When his handler told him how much a week at Kyuhyun’s beck and call was going to net him, he’d nearly had to sit down. A month’s worth of work, for him. Possibly even two in the lean times. But then, logistics set in. While he found it was possible to work his body up to almost anything for a night, he was worried that someone who would hire a man for pleasure for a week was going to be a challenge- He needn’t have worried. He had his flight, his suitcase packed. He was arriving before Kyuhyun, checking in first with his name on the books and everything already arranged.
The hotel room was welcoming, and he explored it. Large shower stall and tub, desk and table with comfortable chairs. A couch, and wide king sized bed. Two racks already set up for their suitcases, and he took one, taking the opportunity to freshen up a little after the flight. Combing through his hair, brushing his teeth. Dabbing a little powder on, but not really wanting to go too overboard. Kyuhyun had picked his picture out of the set, so he had to have found Zhou Mi appealing in some way. And those pictures showed Zhou Mi just as he was right then. Dark pants, casual long sleeved shirt in a dark gray. It showed off his collarbones, and didn’t make him look too ridiculously skinny. He was ready. He had condoms of all sorts and varieties, brands of lubricant, and a set of soft handcuffs. He was ready for almost anything Kyuhyun could throw at him.
Or he thought so, anyway.
It wasn’t much more than an hour later when the bellboy let Kyuhyun into the room. Depositing Kyuhyun’s suitcase on the free rack, and leaving them to themselves. No curious look for another man, just professional. Kyuhyun wore a simple white button-up shirt with slacks, having toed off his shoes. They considered each other, from half the room apart.
And when it was obvious Kyuhyun wasn’t going to say something right away, Zhou Mi stepped forward.
“Hi. I’m Zhou Mi? It’s nice to meet you. Your flight was all right?”
He nearly held out his hand when Kyuhyun half frowned, blinking rapidly.
“Yeah. Nice to meet you. I know why you think you were hired, but here’s the deal. I hate staying in hotel rooms alone. I’m not really interested in having sex with you. Buy some books, watch TV, take bubble baths, I don’t really care. I’ll be gone most of the day each day, anyway.”
And the smile was stuck on Zhou Mi’s face as he tried to process it. Kyuhyun had hired him for a week of service - but he didn’t want sex? That was kind of a lot ironic, because that was Zhou Mi’s living - the sex, definitely not the bubble baths.
All his sandcastle-sturdy plans got washed down just as easily. And what was he supposed to do about that?
***
Zhou Mi first had to process being told that his client had hired him to basically be a fixture in a hotel room to keep it from being empty - and keep Kyuhyun from being lonely. Or that was how he interpreted it anyway. Being paid for a week of lounging, when he’d expected to, at the very least, be called on to provide some kind of sexual gratification. It was almost embarrassing. In one corner of his mind was relief, but in another, he felt like he wasn’t doing what he was being paid for. He’d accepted the terms, hell, he had a sheet that Kyuhyun had filled out regarding basic sexual preferences, including where he’d signed about use of protection.
Kyuhyun left with a short explanation, the conference he was attending was having a kickoff dinner, and that Zhou Mi should eat on his own. Which he did, calling room service to take away the dishes and brushing his teeth again. Kyuhyun had not said, do not try to have sex with me. Or say he didn’t like sex, even. He had just said he wasn’t really interested. And there was a difference. Even if he was opening the box, he had to at least try. If Kyuhyun didn’t want sex, then Zhou Mi had met few men who turned down a blowjob. Relaxation for the hard days of the conference ahead.
When Kyuhyun returned, they acknowledged each other, and Kyuhyun stretched out on top of the covers with his laptop and a newspaper. Zhou Mi waited almost half an hour in silence, not wanting to pounce. Kyuhyun’s eyes flickered up as Zhou Mi approached, sliding onto the very edge of the bed beside Kyuhyun’s legs. And on Kyuhyun’s thigh, his hand settled, twisted slightly. Deliberately. Obviously.
“Did you want to relax from your day?” Zhou Mi suggested. Better not to bring up Kyuhyun’s earlier declaration. Just hinting at what Zhou Mi could do for him.
“It wasn’t that hard of a day,” Kyuhyun said, and nearly looked back down, when Zhou Mi’s fingers grazed his crotch. Ah, and he got a shift for that. Not one of discomfort, either.
“If you want, why don’t you stretch out, and I’ll take care of you for a little while.” And when Kyuhyun’s mouth opened, Zhou Mi let his thumb trace firmly up and down beside the seam of Kyuhyun’s pants.
Kyuhyun seemed to be ignoring him, lips drawn, eyes on the screen but Zhou Mi persisted, cupping Kyuhyun through the fabric and kneading. Feeling the stirring, the stiffening of interest. Rubbing up and down Kyuhyun’s inner thighs and feeling them widen, Kyuhyun’s breath tightening.
“Won’t you let me?” he asked again.
And Kyuhyun bobbled the laptop, letting Zhou Mi take it, set it aside with the newspaper. He watched as Kyuhyun slid down a little, head on the pillow, eyes tightly closed. Teasing, Zhou Mi took Kyuhyun’s hands and pressed them there, into the pillow.
“Just let me take care of you,” he said, and unbuttoned Kyuhyun’s shirt.
Pale skin, acres of it. A stomach that twitched beneath his fingers. He teased and skimmed it, but his goal was Kyuhyun’s pants. Popping the button, and easing down the zipper. Finding plain gray briefs beneath it, cradling the erection Zhou Mi had been fostering.
Solid and warm under his fingers, even beneath the cloth. Kyuhyun’s hips lifted, helping him to drag the cloth down. Male, engorged, turned on and ready for more. And Zhou Mi eased onto his knees on the bed, lowering to eye level, and taking his first feel, skin to skin. Seeing Kyuhyun’s hands twitch where Zhou Mi had pressed them, as caught up in the game as he was.
"Want me to do that for real?" Zhou Mi asked. Tie his hands. Perhaps too early for that.
Kyuhyun’s Adam’s apple bobbed, the laugh coming out so strangled. “We’ll save that for later. Unless that’s something else you won’t let me say no to.”
Those words had Zhou Mi’s mouth lifting from where he’d been molesting Kyuhyun’s hipbone. He didn’t like those words at all, not at all. When his hand left Kyuhyun’s cock, he got a different kind of sound, but he wanted full attention for what he had to say.
“I don’t care if you’re paying me or not, or whatever you think I am,” Zhou Mi told him. “But if you say no, then that means no to me. You hired me. So if I touch you, it will only be because I know you want it. I’m sorry if I misunderstood you.”
His words got more frustrated as he spoke, as Kyuhyun began to laugh. It wasn’t funny. Consent wasn’t some kind of fairy tale to him, it was everything he knew about the job he performed, and the person that he was. Maybe it was fine for other people, playing with the boundaries of it, but he wanted nothing more than to know that he, and what he did, was wanted.
“No, no!” Kyuhyun protested, when Zhou Mi made to get up. “Look, no. I’m sorry. You wouldn’t be on this bed if I didn’t want you to be. I want it. And if you do anything I don’t want, I’ll let you know it. It was a bad joke, I’m sorry.”
There was an earnest quality in Kyuhyun’s words, whether his pants were around his thighs or not. And Zhou Mi nodded.
“Thank you. It’s important to me.”
“To me, too,” Kyuhyun said. “If we do anything you think you don’t want, then don’t stop to think about saying so. And no, I don’t care if I’m paying you or not.”
Using Zhou Mi’s own words against him. And he smiled at the bed sheet before turning his best professional smile on Kyuhyun.
“Let’s shake on it then.”
And Kyuhyun’s long fingers gripped his hand. But it didn’t seem enough. And Kyuhyun’s eyes widened, closed, as Zhou Mi pressed a soft kiss to his mouth, soft and full against him. Some men didn’t like it, kissing. Most explicitly warning him before they ever began. But when he pulled away, Kyuhyun’s eyes were on his mouth, lashes dark and heavy. And for the first time he felt a stir of fear. To make it through the week, and keep it strictly business. Great that he had thought Kyuhyun was attractive. Great for him, since it made it easier to pretend.
Or not pretend at all.
But he put it aside.
His fingers traced purposefully along Kyuhyun’s thigh. There was a little beauty mark along one that he wanted to bite. Just to see how Kyuhyun would react. The kind of thighs he wanted to see wrapped around his waist, the kind that were nice to molest in just about any kind of pants. Hair a little sparser there, but his intent was obvious, the reaction obvious from the way Kyuhyun’s erection twitched in interest. It had lost some steam in their talk, but clearly wasn’t down for the count.
“Would you tell me what you want?” Zhou Mi asked, his voice silky, thumb tracing up the seam of Kyuhyun’s hip.
Kyuhyun seemed almost to mutter to himself for a moment, head angling to the side before fixing approximately on Zhou Mi’s forehead. Lips pressing together several times before Kyuhyun said, “Suck me.”
Zhou Mi thought he would never ask. “Gladly.”
He moved, dragging down Kyuhyun’s slacks and the conservative gray underwear. The dark socks joined the pile. It wasn’t that he really needed Kyuhyun naked from the waist down to suck him. Some men actually enjoyed the feeling of having their clothes on, some kind of extra-illicitness to the encounter. But Zhou Mi liked to feel. To touch. And above that, he wanted the option of pressing Kyuhyun’s legs wider, something he could not do so easily if Kyuhyun’s pants were on. And with condoms tucked between two of his fingers, he let the rest dance up the backs of Kyuhyun’s calves, teasing his knees with blunt nails. Continuing on, to the leading curve of Kyuhyun’s exceptionally fine ass.
Kyuhyun was doing everything but looking at him, and that was fine. Kyuhyun’s body told him what his eyes would not. The clutch of Kyuhyun’s belly, the continuing rise of his erection. Zhou Mi settled himself comfortably between Kyuhyun’s legs, pressing a kiss to Kyuhyun’s belly button as he tore open the condom packet. No condom, no nothing. A handjob, sure. He liked his health, and he figured Kyuhyun liked his. It had been his experience, not always his privilege, to wrap his lips around all manner and sizes of male anatomy. There was something to be said for simplicity. There was no tree trunk hidden in Kyuhyun’s pants. But he already knew the way it fit with his hand, the perfect size to grip and stroke. Nothing to be ashamed of. And he honestly couldn’t wait. There were times he despised it. But there were also times he allowed himself to imagine that the penis he was sheathing was his lover’s - his, in essence. It made things that much more enticing. And there was something about Kyuhyun, perhaps his bluntness, or how real he seemed, that made it all too easy to imagine.
And with Kyuhyun hard in his hand, the condom rolled down, slick. He knew how to make it feel good, look good. Planting his elbows on each side of Kyuhyun’s hips, nipping marks into his belly. Pressing a kiss to the head of Kyuhyun’s cock, carefully surrounded with its little pouch. He could’ve used flavored condoms, flavored lube. But he didn’t want to be hungry while sucking cock. He just wanted to suck. Nothing to take away from the fact that there was a man trusting his pleasure - and his safety - to Zhou Mi’s mouth and hands.
Kyuhyun moaned, a deep staccato utterance as Zhou Mi’s lips slid around him. Adjusting, feeling with his tongue to gauge the feel, to test his limits. His arms over Kyuhyun’s thighs kept them both steady, and more sure of himself, let himself press further. Careful of his teeth, so careful. He’d been teased, at times, for the size of his mouth. But it was only that, and some blessed gag reflex, that had him taking Kyuhyun almost, almost fully into his mouth. Glancing up to see that Kyuhyun’s hands had lowered to his chest, fingers stretching, contracting. As though he wanted to reach and thought better of it.
Zhou Mi wouldn’t have minded.
But the solid heat of a cock like that, it was perfection. There was something to be had for the power of suction and release, letting his tongue do what it could. Long minutes doing just that, adjusting with his hand as he needed, rubbing his face against hard flesh. Slow. Quick. Kyuhyun wasn’t totally quiet. Sighs, tiny, half swallowed moans. He wondered what Kyuhyun sounded like when he let go, if that speaking voice was any indication of the silken moans that could be drawn from him.
And it was his intent, as he cupped Kyuhyun’s balls, not to draw it out much longer. Feeling Kyuhyun’s hips shift, throat working with little gasps as Zhou Mi worked him up. No coming down from that without, well, coming. He hummed at his little joke and sucked harder, the wet of his palm circling Kyuhyun’s sac. And Kyuhyun jerked. The last, desperate thrust before the world ended for him. Fuck, he loved it, that rush of power. Kyuhyun desperate and grasping, hips pumping in instinct that couldn’t be stopped. The tip of the condom filling, and Zhou Mi stroking, gently. Kyuhyun’s arms were in some weird position. One half covering his face, the other white knuckled in the bedspread beside Kyuhyun’s hip. He liked watching an attractive man breathe, collect himself after an orgasm like that. Those thighs still a bit trembly with it. It made him smile. But he left Kyuhyun to the sensations, walking on stiff legs to the bathroom to wet a washcloth. Carefully removing the condom to be thrown away, using the warm washcloth gently to wipe Kyuhyun clean. He used the extra blanket in the closet to cover Kyuhyun, slender stretched out against the blanket. No sense making him move under the sheets when it was clear he was still in his bliss. Lidded eyes met Zhou Mi’s by pure accident, a frozen moment when Zhou Mi wondered if Kyuhyun would say something. But Kyuhyun’s eyes closed, and it took only moments before Kyuhyun was asleep.
He was half hard himself, but it took little more than an adjustment of his pants, and a leisurely read of some boring economic article in the paper Kyuhyun had been reading to calm himself. There would be time for that later, or he assumed so anyway. If Kyuhyun wanted more. There were other things he could do, to satisfy whatever desires Kyuhyun had.
When Kyuhyun woke, it was nearly an hour later, and no matter how hard Zhou Mi tried not to loom, he still startled Kyuhyun a little. But he held out the glass of water he’d poured from the minibar with a smile. Kyuhyun muttered his thanks, gulping about two-thirds of it before setting it aside. But Zhou Mi did not hover, choosing instead to go to his suitcase and ruffle through it, giving Kyuhyun the privacy to stand. And to shimmy back into the slacks that Zhou Mi had carefully placed nearby, he imagined. It took less than a minute, the bathroom door closing behind Kyuhyun, and Zhou Mi had his clothes and toiletries ready to go as soon as Kyuhyun had finished. He didn’t expect, nor even particularly want, conversation about what had happened. Kyuhyun’s enjoyment was paramount. He was being paid for the week, one way or another. And he wasn’t working for a tip. It was his, and he could say that with surprised honesty, pleasure.
Kyuhyun emerged in nothing but a pair of loose pajama pants, ones that sat low on his hips and had Zhou Mi looking down to keep his eyebrows from raising too noticeably. What was Kyuhyun doing, hiring for companionship, when he looked like that? A man with a purpose, with the sloping shoulders, and subtly defined arms. The definition of of a man entering his prime, chest and stomach. Soft, just a little, in a way that begged for touch. And adding that to the long legs, the sturdy hips and thighs. That sulky mouth.
“Good night,” Kyuhyun told him, crawling beneath the covers, and turning out the bedside light.
And that was it. Zhou Mi prepared for bed, turning out the rest of the lights, and carefully easing onto the opposite side of the bed. As large as the king-sized bed was, he still wanted to be cautious. But Kyuhyun was solidly asleep, and Zhou Mi buried his face in the pillow. Not too firm, not too soft. Just right.
***
Zhou Mi woke to the ringing of the phone, a wake-up call, carefully opening his eyes as Kyuhyun rose and started getting ready. Zhou Mi really had no idea what he was going to be expected to do, and sat up, waving Kyuhyun down before he could go into the bathroom.
“Is there anything you need?”
Kyuhyun paused, staring at him from the waist up, before shaking his head. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be gone until this evening, so just keep yourself occupied however.”
And that was it. Hearing Kyuhyun wash up, brush his teeth. No more than thirty minutes had elapsed before Kyuhyun had packed up his laptop, and was out the door. But he did follow Kyuhyun’s instructions. Falling back into a stupor for another hour, before getting up and ordering breakfast. All meals provided, and on Kyuhyun. He changed into workout clothes, leaving the room so that the maid could make it up. The used condom and all of his supplies in the suitcase were well-concealed. Everything was pristine by the time he returned, sweaty and satisfied as he stepped into the luxurious shower. He jerked off, needing his fuse to be a little longer, knowing if he waited too long it could go south for him. If Kyuhyun even wanted more than a blowjob, that was. But he let himself get off imagining it, and Kyuhyun’s hands, and Kyuhyun’s thighs.
Simple, but satisfying. He bought several books online, surfing the internet on his laptop, doing some studying for the one class he was able to afford. Thinking on how to approach Kyuhyun again, and wondering if Kyuhyun would be the one doing the approaching instead. Those hips would do well to drive him into the mattress, but he could all too well imagine pressing into them from behind. Both scenarios caused a stir of interest.
Kyuhyun returned a little after six in the evening, shedding his suit jacket and tossing his tie out of his pocket.
“I need a shower,” Kyuhyun said, picking up the room service menu and staring at it for a moment. “Could you order up the spaghetti bolognese and… What do they have. A bottle of this Merlot? And whatever you want, if you’re hungry.”
“Of course,” Zhou Mi said, taking the offered menu from him. “Enjoy your shower.”
He had no idea if the expression on Kyuhyun’s face was meant for him, sort of an ironic grin. But he did order the food, clearing things from the table. Kyuhyun hadn’t emerged when the food arrived, but Zhou Mi had it set up, the wine uncorked. Signing for it, and calling to Kyuhyun that it was ready.
Kyuhyun emerged in one of the supplied bathrobes, and Zhou Mi swallowed, hovering at the edge of the table as Kyuhyun sat, examining the wine.
Kyuhyun glanced up, and over at the other plate of food. “Sit. You don’t have to eat on the floor unless you slobber like a dog.”
Zhou Mi laughed, taking the offered seat in front of his own meal. He ate the delicate fish and rice, accepting the wine Kyuhyun offered. It was nice, very nice, and it settled his nerves. Watching as Kyuhyun ate, swirling the pasta and drinking the rest of the bottle of wine. He’d only gotten truly distracted once, watching Kyuhyun lick the red sauce from his lips, and spearing a steamed carrot a little harder than he’d intended. With Kyuhyun finished, he sat back with a sigh, apparently well-satisfied.
“Should I call for the dishes to be taken, or wait for morning?” Zhou Mi asked, not wanting to cause a disturbance.
Kyuhyun hummed. “Morning is fine. I won’t need the table tonight.”
“And your day went well?”
Zhou Mi almost regretted asking, not wanting to dredge up something bad if that was the case, but Kyuhyun’s lips quirked. “Not bad, yeah. There are some boring meetings, but nothing I can’t handle.”
The yawn that rocked Kyuhyun’s body was almost cute, a hand modestly covering part of it as Kyuhyun blinked rapidly. And they considered each other.
“Is there anything you want?” Zhou Mi asked. Besides a mint for his undoubtedly garlic-scented breath. But maybe it was the wine, Kyuhyun standing and rubbing a hand over his stomach.
“What kind of sex do you prefer?”
Zhou Mi smiled at him, encouraging him. “I’m here for your enjoyment.”
“So, my kink is getting off on my partner getting off? I can’t see that fully if I don’t know what you like.”
“I think it’s easier to list what I don’t like,” Zhou Mi said, standing with him. “I can show you.”
“I guess we can start where we left off last night,” Kyuhyun said. “And we’ll see. I’d rather not be the only one naked this time.”
Condoms, the bottle of lube. He wanted to be prepared as he edged those onto the bed. Kyuhyun settled with a sigh, still in his robe and watching. Watching as Zhou Mi unbuttoned his shirt, and drew off the tank top he’d had underneath. As his pants were opened, lowered, underwear. The status of his arousal was interested if not particularly perky, though he’d have changed his mind on that had Kyuhyun opened the robe a few moments sooner. That beginning stir of a promised erection, blood flowing. Aroused perhaps at the sight of Zhou Mi’s body.
“Your pictures didn’t lie,” Kyuhyun said. “Damn.”
He knew his body was spare, and lean. He took care of it, as best he could. Some complaints he was too thin, but mostly, acceptance, or at the very least ambivalence. But Kyuhyun’s appreciation was frank, and that more than anything caused heat to flush down his body. Little had changed, when he crawled onto the bed, pushing back the cloth from Kyuhyun’s thighs. Ringing the growing erection with slick fingers, and rubbing patterns on Kyuhyun’s skin with his opposite hand.
“Tell me what you want,” Zhou Mi said, steadily stroking Kyuhyun harder. Twisting around the head of Kyuhyun’s erection in a way that had Kyuhyun’s eyes closing.
But when he expected Kyuhyun to ask for a blowjob, or a handjob, or whatever, he was surprised, Kyuhyun sitting, and then kneeling, shedding the robe the rest of the way.
“I want to be fucked.” And Kyuhyun’s face was so close. “Show me what you’ve got.”
He nearly lost control of his mouth, presented with Kyuhyun’s back. Watching as Kyuhyun settled with a sigh on his elbows, offering. Demanding. It made Zhou Mi get ready in a hurry, stroking himself without relief. The rolling of the condom was like a promise. And when he went to touch Kyuhyun, lube ready, Kyuhyun stopped him. No preparation almost at all.
“Don’t bother, just make sure your dick is wet and go for it.”
Zhou Mi’s eyebrows rose, but he did as he was told, maybe dribbling a little more than usual onto his fingers as he rubbed Kyuhyun’s ass in anticipation. Either it meant Kyuhyun was fucked, a lot, or he liked the sensations, or he just had good control of his muscles and trusted Zhou Mi not to fuck with him too roughly. Whatever it was, they worked together. Kyuhyun moving with him, opening for him.
“Yeah, you’re the perfect size for that,” Kyuhyun grunted, and Zhou Mi hoped it was a compliment.
Steady slide of body into body, feeling Kyuhyun give and tighten. And as he established a rhythm for himself, reaching to make sure that Kyuhyun was still hard, still into it and being pleased. Surprisingly tame, until he really began admiring Kyuhyun’s back and shoulders. The bend of his waist, and curve of his hip. He took his hand from Kyuhyun’s cock to grip those hips, and the leverage that provided had him moaning. Again, the imagining of Kyuhyun moaning for him took over, and he stroked Kyuhyun’s cock faster, working his hips in concert with Kyuhyun’s.
“Gonna come,” was Kyuhyun’s to-the-point warning, and he did, to Zhou Mi’s twisting fingers. And it was only then that he willed himself to come, thinking of the dirtiest things he could think of. Kyuhyun on his knees, face splattered with Zhou Mi’s come, fucking him on the balcony in plain sight. Kyuhyun taking him, tying him. Chest frozen, and then heaving as he came. He rated his performance as a solid six, Kyuhyun’s head twitching as Zhou Mi left his body. He disposed of what they’d used, cleaned what he could of himself for a moment in the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror a moment, and didn’t think he looked like a man who’d just gotten off with a lover. He’d had an orgasm, he’d filled a condom, but there wasn’t anything else.
“Did you want a washcloth, or…?” he asked, touching Kyuhyun’s back.
Kyuhyun sighed, and rolled off of the bed, barely missing taking out Zhou Mi’s legs. “No, I’ll get up.”
And the words were so immediate. “Was it good for you?”
Again, that strange smirk as Kyuhyun edged past him. “I’ve had worse.”
It was odd that made him smile. Because so had he.
***
Author: Coley Merrin
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun (Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut
Warnings: sexual situations
Summary: It was one week, and sleeping with Kyuhyun was his job. And it was the rest of his life.
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Part one * Part two * Part three
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Cho Kyuhyun, twenty five. Tall, according to his bio. Zhou Mi liked tall men, so that was no issue. They never gave him an exact weight, choosing to go with words like “fit” or “slender.” Enough descriptors so that Zhou Mi wasn’t going in blind. He had a picture that had been provided, a couple of candid shots, and one that looked like it was from an official badge. It showed a shock of black hair, and dark eyes. Face mostly dominated by those eyes, and a full mouth. The picture itself was unexceptional, but it wasn’t meant to be. The others, the hint of a smile, a slightly better haircut, showed a more handsome side. It wan’t as though Zhou Mi chose his clients. He was just as likely to be with someone he wasn’t attracted to, as he was with someone he’d have taken a second look at.
But this assignment was different. He wasn’t going to someone’s hotel or apartment for a night or a weekend. A weekend had been the longest. He was being sent for a week, to stay with Kyuhyun at a hotel. Kyuhyun, he had been told, preferred his first name. No Mr. Cho business. But it took his usual nightly rate and elevated it quite dramatically. When his handler told him how much a week at Kyuhyun’s beck and call was going to net him, he’d nearly had to sit down. A month’s worth of work, for him. Possibly even two in the lean times. But then, logistics set in. While he found it was possible to work his body up to almost anything for a night, he was worried that someone who would hire a man for pleasure for a week was going to be a challenge- He needn’t have worried. He had his flight, his suitcase packed. He was arriving before Kyuhyun, checking in first with his name on the books and everything already arranged.
The hotel room was welcoming, and he explored it. Large shower stall and tub, desk and table with comfortable chairs. A couch, and wide king sized bed. Two racks already set up for their suitcases, and he took one, taking the opportunity to freshen up a little after the flight. Combing through his hair, brushing his teeth. Dabbing a little powder on, but not really wanting to go too overboard. Kyuhyun had picked his picture out of the set, so he had to have found Zhou Mi appealing in some way. And those pictures showed Zhou Mi just as he was right then. Dark pants, casual long sleeved shirt in a dark gray. It showed off his collarbones, and didn’t make him look too ridiculously skinny. He was ready. He had condoms of all sorts and varieties, brands of lubricant, and a set of soft handcuffs. He was ready for almost anything Kyuhyun could throw at him.
Or he thought so, anyway.
It wasn’t much more than an hour later when the bellboy let Kyuhyun into the room. Depositing Kyuhyun’s suitcase on the free rack, and leaving them to themselves. No curious look for another man, just professional. Kyuhyun wore a simple white button-up shirt with slacks, having toed off his shoes. They considered each other, from half the room apart.
And when it was obvious Kyuhyun wasn’t going to say something right away, Zhou Mi stepped forward.
“Hi. I’m Zhou Mi? It’s nice to meet you. Your flight was all right?”
He nearly held out his hand when Kyuhyun half frowned, blinking rapidly.
“Yeah. Nice to meet you. I know why you think you were hired, but here’s the deal. I hate staying in hotel rooms alone. I’m not really interested in having sex with you. Buy some books, watch TV, take bubble baths, I don’t really care. I’ll be gone most of the day each day, anyway.”
And the smile was stuck on Zhou Mi’s face as he tried to process it. Kyuhyun had hired him for a week of service - but he didn’t want sex? That was kind of a lot ironic, because that was Zhou Mi’s living - the sex, definitely not the bubble baths.
All his sandcastle-sturdy plans got washed down just as easily. And what was he supposed to do about that?
***
Zhou Mi first had to process being told that his client had hired him to basically be a fixture in a hotel room to keep it from being empty - and keep Kyuhyun from being lonely. Or that was how he interpreted it anyway. Being paid for a week of lounging, when he’d expected to, at the very least, be called on to provide some kind of sexual gratification. It was almost embarrassing. In one corner of his mind was relief, but in another, he felt like he wasn’t doing what he was being paid for. He’d accepted the terms, hell, he had a sheet that Kyuhyun had filled out regarding basic sexual preferences, including where he’d signed about use of protection.
Kyuhyun left with a short explanation, the conference he was attending was having a kickoff dinner, and that Zhou Mi should eat on his own. Which he did, calling room service to take away the dishes and brushing his teeth again. Kyuhyun had not said, do not try to have sex with me. Or say he didn’t like sex, even. He had just said he wasn’t really interested. And there was a difference. Even if he was opening the box, he had to at least try. If Kyuhyun didn’t want sex, then Zhou Mi had met few men who turned down a blowjob. Relaxation for the hard days of the conference ahead.
When Kyuhyun returned, they acknowledged each other, and Kyuhyun stretched out on top of the covers with his laptop and a newspaper. Zhou Mi waited almost half an hour in silence, not wanting to pounce. Kyuhyun’s eyes flickered up as Zhou Mi approached, sliding onto the very edge of the bed beside Kyuhyun’s legs. And on Kyuhyun’s thigh, his hand settled, twisted slightly. Deliberately. Obviously.
“Did you want to relax from your day?” Zhou Mi suggested. Better not to bring up Kyuhyun’s earlier declaration. Just hinting at what Zhou Mi could do for him.
“It wasn’t that hard of a day,” Kyuhyun said, and nearly looked back down, when Zhou Mi’s fingers grazed his crotch. Ah, and he got a shift for that. Not one of discomfort, either.
“If you want, why don’t you stretch out, and I’ll take care of you for a little while.” And when Kyuhyun’s mouth opened, Zhou Mi let his thumb trace firmly up and down beside the seam of Kyuhyun’s pants.
Kyuhyun seemed to be ignoring him, lips drawn, eyes on the screen but Zhou Mi persisted, cupping Kyuhyun through the fabric and kneading. Feeling the stirring, the stiffening of interest. Rubbing up and down Kyuhyun’s inner thighs and feeling them widen, Kyuhyun’s breath tightening.
“Won’t you let me?” he asked again.
And Kyuhyun bobbled the laptop, letting Zhou Mi take it, set it aside with the newspaper. He watched as Kyuhyun slid down a little, head on the pillow, eyes tightly closed. Teasing, Zhou Mi took Kyuhyun’s hands and pressed them there, into the pillow.
“Just let me take care of you,” he said, and unbuttoned Kyuhyun’s shirt.
Pale skin, acres of it. A stomach that twitched beneath his fingers. He teased and skimmed it, but his goal was Kyuhyun’s pants. Popping the button, and easing down the zipper. Finding plain gray briefs beneath it, cradling the erection Zhou Mi had been fostering.
Solid and warm under his fingers, even beneath the cloth. Kyuhyun’s hips lifted, helping him to drag the cloth down. Male, engorged, turned on and ready for more. And Zhou Mi eased onto his knees on the bed, lowering to eye level, and taking his first feel, skin to skin. Seeing Kyuhyun’s hands twitch where Zhou Mi had pressed them, as caught up in the game as he was.
"Want me to do that for real?" Zhou Mi asked. Tie his hands. Perhaps too early for that.
Kyuhyun’s Adam’s apple bobbed, the laugh coming out so strangled. “We’ll save that for later. Unless that’s something else you won’t let me say no to.”
Those words had Zhou Mi’s mouth lifting from where he’d been molesting Kyuhyun’s hipbone. He didn’t like those words at all, not at all. When his hand left Kyuhyun’s cock, he got a different kind of sound, but he wanted full attention for what he had to say.
“I don’t care if you’re paying me or not, or whatever you think I am,” Zhou Mi told him. “But if you say no, then that means no to me. You hired me. So if I touch you, it will only be because I know you want it. I’m sorry if I misunderstood you.”
His words got more frustrated as he spoke, as Kyuhyun began to laugh. It wasn’t funny. Consent wasn’t some kind of fairy tale to him, it was everything he knew about the job he performed, and the person that he was. Maybe it was fine for other people, playing with the boundaries of it, but he wanted nothing more than to know that he, and what he did, was wanted.
“No, no!” Kyuhyun protested, when Zhou Mi made to get up. “Look, no. I’m sorry. You wouldn’t be on this bed if I didn’t want you to be. I want it. And if you do anything I don’t want, I’ll let you know it. It was a bad joke, I’m sorry.”
There was an earnest quality in Kyuhyun’s words, whether his pants were around his thighs or not. And Zhou Mi nodded.
“Thank you. It’s important to me.”
“To me, too,” Kyuhyun said. “If we do anything you think you don’t want, then don’t stop to think about saying so. And no, I don’t care if I’m paying you or not.”
Using Zhou Mi’s own words against him. And he smiled at the bed sheet before turning his best professional smile on Kyuhyun.
“Let’s shake on it then.”
And Kyuhyun’s long fingers gripped his hand. But it didn’t seem enough. And Kyuhyun’s eyes widened, closed, as Zhou Mi pressed a soft kiss to his mouth, soft and full against him. Some men didn’t like it, kissing. Most explicitly warning him before they ever began. But when he pulled away, Kyuhyun’s eyes were on his mouth, lashes dark and heavy. And for the first time he felt a stir of fear. To make it through the week, and keep it strictly business. Great that he had thought Kyuhyun was attractive. Great for him, since it made it easier to pretend.
Or not pretend at all.
But he put it aside.
His fingers traced purposefully along Kyuhyun’s thigh. There was a little beauty mark along one that he wanted to bite. Just to see how Kyuhyun would react. The kind of thighs he wanted to see wrapped around his waist, the kind that were nice to molest in just about any kind of pants. Hair a little sparser there, but his intent was obvious, the reaction obvious from the way Kyuhyun’s erection twitched in interest. It had lost some steam in their talk, but clearly wasn’t down for the count.
“Would you tell me what you want?” Zhou Mi asked, his voice silky, thumb tracing up the seam of Kyuhyun’s hip.
Kyuhyun seemed almost to mutter to himself for a moment, head angling to the side before fixing approximately on Zhou Mi’s forehead. Lips pressing together several times before Kyuhyun said, “Suck me.”
Zhou Mi thought he would never ask. “Gladly.”
He moved, dragging down Kyuhyun’s slacks and the conservative gray underwear. The dark socks joined the pile. It wasn’t that he really needed Kyuhyun naked from the waist down to suck him. Some men actually enjoyed the feeling of having their clothes on, some kind of extra-illicitness to the encounter. But Zhou Mi liked to feel. To touch. And above that, he wanted the option of pressing Kyuhyun’s legs wider, something he could not do so easily if Kyuhyun’s pants were on. And with condoms tucked between two of his fingers, he let the rest dance up the backs of Kyuhyun’s calves, teasing his knees with blunt nails. Continuing on, to the leading curve of Kyuhyun’s exceptionally fine ass.
Kyuhyun was doing everything but looking at him, and that was fine. Kyuhyun’s body told him what his eyes would not. The clutch of Kyuhyun’s belly, the continuing rise of his erection. Zhou Mi settled himself comfortably between Kyuhyun’s legs, pressing a kiss to Kyuhyun’s belly button as he tore open the condom packet. No condom, no nothing. A handjob, sure. He liked his health, and he figured Kyuhyun liked his. It had been his experience, not always his privilege, to wrap his lips around all manner and sizes of male anatomy. There was something to be said for simplicity. There was no tree trunk hidden in Kyuhyun’s pants. But he already knew the way it fit with his hand, the perfect size to grip and stroke. Nothing to be ashamed of. And he honestly couldn’t wait. There were times he despised it. But there were also times he allowed himself to imagine that the penis he was sheathing was his lover’s - his, in essence. It made things that much more enticing. And there was something about Kyuhyun, perhaps his bluntness, or how real he seemed, that made it all too easy to imagine.
And with Kyuhyun hard in his hand, the condom rolled down, slick. He knew how to make it feel good, look good. Planting his elbows on each side of Kyuhyun’s hips, nipping marks into his belly. Pressing a kiss to the head of Kyuhyun’s cock, carefully surrounded with its little pouch. He could’ve used flavored condoms, flavored lube. But he didn’t want to be hungry while sucking cock. He just wanted to suck. Nothing to take away from the fact that there was a man trusting his pleasure - and his safety - to Zhou Mi’s mouth and hands.
Kyuhyun moaned, a deep staccato utterance as Zhou Mi’s lips slid around him. Adjusting, feeling with his tongue to gauge the feel, to test his limits. His arms over Kyuhyun’s thighs kept them both steady, and more sure of himself, let himself press further. Careful of his teeth, so careful. He’d been teased, at times, for the size of his mouth. But it was only that, and some blessed gag reflex, that had him taking Kyuhyun almost, almost fully into his mouth. Glancing up to see that Kyuhyun’s hands had lowered to his chest, fingers stretching, contracting. As though he wanted to reach and thought better of it.
Zhou Mi wouldn’t have minded.
But the solid heat of a cock like that, it was perfection. There was something to be had for the power of suction and release, letting his tongue do what it could. Long minutes doing just that, adjusting with his hand as he needed, rubbing his face against hard flesh. Slow. Quick. Kyuhyun wasn’t totally quiet. Sighs, tiny, half swallowed moans. He wondered what Kyuhyun sounded like when he let go, if that speaking voice was any indication of the silken moans that could be drawn from him.
And it was his intent, as he cupped Kyuhyun’s balls, not to draw it out much longer. Feeling Kyuhyun’s hips shift, throat working with little gasps as Zhou Mi worked him up. No coming down from that without, well, coming. He hummed at his little joke and sucked harder, the wet of his palm circling Kyuhyun’s sac. And Kyuhyun jerked. The last, desperate thrust before the world ended for him. Fuck, he loved it, that rush of power. Kyuhyun desperate and grasping, hips pumping in instinct that couldn’t be stopped. The tip of the condom filling, and Zhou Mi stroking, gently. Kyuhyun’s arms were in some weird position. One half covering his face, the other white knuckled in the bedspread beside Kyuhyun’s hip. He liked watching an attractive man breathe, collect himself after an orgasm like that. Those thighs still a bit trembly with it. It made him smile. But he left Kyuhyun to the sensations, walking on stiff legs to the bathroom to wet a washcloth. Carefully removing the condom to be thrown away, using the warm washcloth gently to wipe Kyuhyun clean. He used the extra blanket in the closet to cover Kyuhyun, slender stretched out against the blanket. No sense making him move under the sheets when it was clear he was still in his bliss. Lidded eyes met Zhou Mi’s by pure accident, a frozen moment when Zhou Mi wondered if Kyuhyun would say something. But Kyuhyun’s eyes closed, and it took only moments before Kyuhyun was asleep.
He was half hard himself, but it took little more than an adjustment of his pants, and a leisurely read of some boring economic article in the paper Kyuhyun had been reading to calm himself. There would be time for that later, or he assumed so anyway. If Kyuhyun wanted more. There were other things he could do, to satisfy whatever desires Kyuhyun had.
When Kyuhyun woke, it was nearly an hour later, and no matter how hard Zhou Mi tried not to loom, he still startled Kyuhyun a little. But he held out the glass of water he’d poured from the minibar with a smile. Kyuhyun muttered his thanks, gulping about two-thirds of it before setting it aside. But Zhou Mi did not hover, choosing instead to go to his suitcase and ruffle through it, giving Kyuhyun the privacy to stand. And to shimmy back into the slacks that Zhou Mi had carefully placed nearby, he imagined. It took less than a minute, the bathroom door closing behind Kyuhyun, and Zhou Mi had his clothes and toiletries ready to go as soon as Kyuhyun had finished. He didn’t expect, nor even particularly want, conversation about what had happened. Kyuhyun’s enjoyment was paramount. He was being paid for the week, one way or another. And he wasn’t working for a tip. It was his, and he could say that with surprised honesty, pleasure.
Kyuhyun emerged in nothing but a pair of loose pajama pants, ones that sat low on his hips and had Zhou Mi looking down to keep his eyebrows from raising too noticeably. What was Kyuhyun doing, hiring for companionship, when he looked like that? A man with a purpose, with the sloping shoulders, and subtly defined arms. The definition of of a man entering his prime, chest and stomach. Soft, just a little, in a way that begged for touch. And adding that to the long legs, the sturdy hips and thighs. That sulky mouth.
“Good night,” Kyuhyun told him, crawling beneath the covers, and turning out the bedside light.
And that was it. Zhou Mi prepared for bed, turning out the rest of the lights, and carefully easing onto the opposite side of the bed. As large as the king-sized bed was, he still wanted to be cautious. But Kyuhyun was solidly asleep, and Zhou Mi buried his face in the pillow. Not too firm, not too soft. Just right.
***
Zhou Mi woke to the ringing of the phone, a wake-up call, carefully opening his eyes as Kyuhyun rose and started getting ready. Zhou Mi really had no idea what he was going to be expected to do, and sat up, waving Kyuhyun down before he could go into the bathroom.
“Is there anything you need?”
Kyuhyun paused, staring at him from the waist up, before shaking his head. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be gone until this evening, so just keep yourself occupied however.”
And that was it. Hearing Kyuhyun wash up, brush his teeth. No more than thirty minutes had elapsed before Kyuhyun had packed up his laptop, and was out the door. But he did follow Kyuhyun’s instructions. Falling back into a stupor for another hour, before getting up and ordering breakfast. All meals provided, and on Kyuhyun. He changed into workout clothes, leaving the room so that the maid could make it up. The used condom and all of his supplies in the suitcase were well-concealed. Everything was pristine by the time he returned, sweaty and satisfied as he stepped into the luxurious shower. He jerked off, needing his fuse to be a little longer, knowing if he waited too long it could go south for him. If Kyuhyun even wanted more than a blowjob, that was. But he let himself get off imagining it, and Kyuhyun’s hands, and Kyuhyun’s thighs.
Simple, but satisfying. He bought several books online, surfing the internet on his laptop, doing some studying for the one class he was able to afford. Thinking on how to approach Kyuhyun again, and wondering if Kyuhyun would be the one doing the approaching instead. Those hips would do well to drive him into the mattress, but he could all too well imagine pressing into them from behind. Both scenarios caused a stir of interest.
Kyuhyun returned a little after six in the evening, shedding his suit jacket and tossing his tie out of his pocket.
“I need a shower,” Kyuhyun said, picking up the room service menu and staring at it for a moment. “Could you order up the spaghetti bolognese and… What do they have. A bottle of this Merlot? And whatever you want, if you’re hungry.”
“Of course,” Zhou Mi said, taking the offered menu from him. “Enjoy your shower.”
He had no idea if the expression on Kyuhyun’s face was meant for him, sort of an ironic grin. But he did order the food, clearing things from the table. Kyuhyun hadn’t emerged when the food arrived, but Zhou Mi had it set up, the wine uncorked. Signing for it, and calling to Kyuhyun that it was ready.
Kyuhyun emerged in one of the supplied bathrobes, and Zhou Mi swallowed, hovering at the edge of the table as Kyuhyun sat, examining the wine.
Kyuhyun glanced up, and over at the other plate of food. “Sit. You don’t have to eat on the floor unless you slobber like a dog.”
Zhou Mi laughed, taking the offered seat in front of his own meal. He ate the delicate fish and rice, accepting the wine Kyuhyun offered. It was nice, very nice, and it settled his nerves. Watching as Kyuhyun ate, swirling the pasta and drinking the rest of the bottle of wine. He’d only gotten truly distracted once, watching Kyuhyun lick the red sauce from his lips, and spearing a steamed carrot a little harder than he’d intended. With Kyuhyun finished, he sat back with a sigh, apparently well-satisfied.
“Should I call for the dishes to be taken, or wait for morning?” Zhou Mi asked, not wanting to cause a disturbance.
Kyuhyun hummed. “Morning is fine. I won’t need the table tonight.”
“And your day went well?”
Zhou Mi almost regretted asking, not wanting to dredge up something bad if that was the case, but Kyuhyun’s lips quirked. “Not bad, yeah. There are some boring meetings, but nothing I can’t handle.”
The yawn that rocked Kyuhyun’s body was almost cute, a hand modestly covering part of it as Kyuhyun blinked rapidly. And they considered each other.
“Is there anything you want?” Zhou Mi asked. Besides a mint for his undoubtedly garlic-scented breath. But maybe it was the wine, Kyuhyun standing and rubbing a hand over his stomach.
“What kind of sex do you prefer?”
Zhou Mi smiled at him, encouraging him. “I’m here for your enjoyment.”
“So, my kink is getting off on my partner getting off? I can’t see that fully if I don’t know what you like.”
“I think it’s easier to list what I don’t like,” Zhou Mi said, standing with him. “I can show you.”
“I guess we can start where we left off last night,” Kyuhyun said. “And we’ll see. I’d rather not be the only one naked this time.”
Condoms, the bottle of lube. He wanted to be prepared as he edged those onto the bed. Kyuhyun settled with a sigh, still in his robe and watching. Watching as Zhou Mi unbuttoned his shirt, and drew off the tank top he’d had underneath. As his pants were opened, lowered, underwear. The status of his arousal was interested if not particularly perky, though he’d have changed his mind on that had Kyuhyun opened the robe a few moments sooner. That beginning stir of a promised erection, blood flowing. Aroused perhaps at the sight of Zhou Mi’s body.
“Your pictures didn’t lie,” Kyuhyun said. “Damn.”
He knew his body was spare, and lean. He took care of it, as best he could. Some complaints he was too thin, but mostly, acceptance, or at the very least ambivalence. But Kyuhyun’s appreciation was frank, and that more than anything caused heat to flush down his body. Little had changed, when he crawled onto the bed, pushing back the cloth from Kyuhyun’s thighs. Ringing the growing erection with slick fingers, and rubbing patterns on Kyuhyun’s skin with his opposite hand.
“Tell me what you want,” Zhou Mi said, steadily stroking Kyuhyun harder. Twisting around the head of Kyuhyun’s erection in a way that had Kyuhyun’s eyes closing.
But when he expected Kyuhyun to ask for a blowjob, or a handjob, or whatever, he was surprised, Kyuhyun sitting, and then kneeling, shedding the robe the rest of the way.
“I want to be fucked.” And Kyuhyun’s face was so close. “Show me what you’ve got.”
He nearly lost control of his mouth, presented with Kyuhyun’s back. Watching as Kyuhyun settled with a sigh on his elbows, offering. Demanding. It made Zhou Mi get ready in a hurry, stroking himself without relief. The rolling of the condom was like a promise. And when he went to touch Kyuhyun, lube ready, Kyuhyun stopped him. No preparation almost at all.
“Don’t bother, just make sure your dick is wet and go for it.”
Zhou Mi’s eyebrows rose, but he did as he was told, maybe dribbling a little more than usual onto his fingers as he rubbed Kyuhyun’s ass in anticipation. Either it meant Kyuhyun was fucked, a lot, or he liked the sensations, or he just had good control of his muscles and trusted Zhou Mi not to fuck with him too roughly. Whatever it was, they worked together. Kyuhyun moving with him, opening for him.
“Yeah, you’re the perfect size for that,” Kyuhyun grunted, and Zhou Mi hoped it was a compliment.
Steady slide of body into body, feeling Kyuhyun give and tighten. And as he established a rhythm for himself, reaching to make sure that Kyuhyun was still hard, still into it and being pleased. Surprisingly tame, until he really began admiring Kyuhyun’s back and shoulders. The bend of his waist, and curve of his hip. He took his hand from Kyuhyun’s cock to grip those hips, and the leverage that provided had him moaning. Again, the imagining of Kyuhyun moaning for him took over, and he stroked Kyuhyun’s cock faster, working his hips in concert with Kyuhyun’s.
“Gonna come,” was Kyuhyun’s to-the-point warning, and he did, to Zhou Mi’s twisting fingers. And it was only then that he willed himself to come, thinking of the dirtiest things he could think of. Kyuhyun on his knees, face splattered with Zhou Mi’s come, fucking him on the balcony in plain sight. Kyuhyun taking him, tying him. Chest frozen, and then heaving as he came. He rated his performance as a solid six, Kyuhyun’s head twitching as Zhou Mi left his body. He disposed of what they’d used, cleaned what he could of himself for a moment in the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror a moment, and didn’t think he looked like a man who’d just gotten off with a lover. He’d had an orgasm, he’d filled a condom, but there wasn’t anything else.
“Did you want a washcloth, or…?” he asked, touching Kyuhyun’s back.
Kyuhyun sighed, and rolled off of the bed, barely missing taking out Zhou Mi’s legs. “No, I’ll get up.”
And the words were so immediate. “Was it good for you?”
Again, that strange smirk as Kyuhyun edged past him. “I’ve had worse.”
It was odd that made him smile. Because so had he.
***