No Regrets
Title: No Regrets
Pairings: Changmin/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Prostitution, Toys, sex and shit
Genre: Smut
Disclaimer: Why do I gotta keep restating the fact that they're not mine. Makes me feel bad, ya know. *pouts* Fine fine, they're not mine.
Summary: Changmin's addicted.
A/N I was kinda stuck for a while and plus I wasn't even really home that much to actually write a lot. On top of that, I wanted my smut muse back. I don't know if this helped but meh! XD I tried. Anyways, MinJae FTW!!! i love minjae <3 *fangirly sigh*
Requested by and for Talia kingdoms_lust hope u like it babe ♥♥♥
No Regrets
The first time Changmin saw him, he was behind a glass window, wearing skin tight leather pants. Smirk plastered on his face, he was moving to a beat that played only his head but Changmin could hear it. Their eyes met for only a second and Changmin knew he had to have him.
Two hours later, Changmin was let into a dark room lit with countless aromatic candles and a corny jazz tune playing in the background. A slender figure lay across the bed in the middle of the room, sucking on a cigarette like it gave him all the pleasure he needed from life.
His head turned towards Changmin when the door flung open and Changmin was met with icy blue eyes. He flashed a brilliant smile at Changmin that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Welcome to heaven.” His voice was as clear as his skin. “How do you want me?”
He threw his cigarette in the ash tray on the bed table and blew out the remains from his mouth. He met Changmin’s eyes again and chuckled. Changmin was still standing at the door, staring at him.
“I charge by the hour, you know,” the pretty boy said, “so undress.”
Changmin got the hint and threw his jacket away. He was naked and hovering over the boy in record time. The English letters H. E. R. O. were hung above his bed. Changmin’s lips attached to porcelain skin as he placed open mouth kisses on Hero’s neck.
Changmin’s thumb swiped across his bottom lip slowly and he felt the boy squirm a little with his touch. Changmin suddenly pulled away and sat on the chair beside the bed, cock half hard already. He didn’t have to motion for the boy to come closer; Hero was already there, kneeling.
His cherry red lips wrapped around the head of Changmin’s cock for less than a second and Changmin lost all control. The candle provided just enough light for Changmin to see his face, the face that dragged him to this room in the first place.
Changmin bucked his hips up and hit the back of the boy’s throat immediately. Hero seemed to be used to it and only gagged at the first hit before adjusting his throat according to Changmin’s size. His throat clenched around Changmin’s length when he took it all in, not pausing for a breath.
Changmin gripped his hair and held him there before fucking his throat hard and fast, the insides of his thighs slapping against his cheekbones. Changmin heard a small whimper coming from him; a whimper of need or hurt, he didn’t know but he couldn’t care. Every time Changmin hit the back of the small throat, he felt himself getting closer to orgasm.
Changmin fucked him harder but slowed the pace down, wanting to last longer, so he hit his throat with just a little more force. There was something about the tear-streaked face and those whimpering sounds barely escaping his throat that Changmin enjoyed a little too much.
He didn’t notice when a streak of blood covered his cock from the side of the Hero’s lip. But he did notice when Hero held his hips back and licked the blood off his cock then put it all back in, releasing Changmin’s hips to let him fuck his throat again.
Hero looked up with half-lidded eyes, a fiery glare in his eyes and Changmin’s orgasm was suddenly there, ripping through him. Strings of white decorated that porcelain skin and a red tongue darted out in the middle of it all to lick up the mess Changmin had made.
Changmin felt himself being sucked dry with not even a drop of come left on his cock or, when he looked, Hero’s face either.
Changmin reached for his wallet and pulled out a wad of money, fanning it in Hero’s face. Hero smirked and went to grab the money with his teeth but Changmin only teased. He pointed to his limp cock and spoke in a husky voice that was clouded with post orgasmic intoxication.
“Do something about this.” Hero brought up his hand and tongue closer to it but Changmin slapped him. “Without touching me,” Changmin said.
There was a glint in Hero’s eyes when he suddenly understood what Changmin meant. He straightened himself, no longer kneeling and unzipped his pants.
Hero’s hips started moving to that same steady beat again, disregarding the music that was actually playing, and his hands were lost under his pants. Hero moaned in that sing-songy voice with every stroke but still didn’t take his pants off. After some more teasing and dancing, he pulled off his pants and laid himself on the bed, legs stretched out and pink puckered hole in full view.
Changmin was licking his lips, awaiting Hero’s next trick. His cock was no longer limp but still not gorged enough. He wanted it leaking when he entered Hero’s tight hole.
Normally, Hero would have just fingered himself until the client couldn’t watch anymore and had to fuck him but this man seemed a bit harder to please. And Hero didn’t miss catching a glance at the money the man still had in his wallet besides the cash he had in his hands. Hero wanted all of him tonight.
He reached behind him and pulled out his favourite toys from underneath his pillow. They were a pair of anal beads that were thicker than two of his fingers put together. He dangled the toy in front of his face with a sneer on his face and his hand never stopped working his own cock.
The other thing in his hand was a metal ring that Hero placed at the base of his cock.
Shifting a bit to make sure Changmin had a good view and he was in a comfortable spot himself, Hero rubbed the first bead to his dry entrance. Having no lube had never been a problem for him, he actually liked it dry, but he wanted this to be clean so he brought the beads to his mouth and took them in like he had Changmin’s cock. He coated them in as much spit as he could gather, making a show of his tongue dancing and exaggerating the slurping sounds.
Hero spread his legs a little more and placed the bead to his hole again. Changmin’s eyes almost shut at the sight in front of him when the little plastic ball breached Hero and his head fell back in a silent moan. Hero took it at a slow, almost torturous, pace but Changmin was gathering as much willpower as he had to keep from fucking right there. He wanted to rip the beads out of him once they were all in. So he watched.
Hero was writhing, one hand stroking his shaft and the other pushing the beads inside him, one by one. Sometimes, he would put two of his fingers in and twist, stretching himself further and pulling out moans that he didn’t have to fake.
Once the beads were fully seated inside him, Changmin suddenly wished there were more but his hard cock disagreed. Hero lay with his legs completely open and the end of the toy poking out of his red entrance.
“You’re not bad, Hero,” Changmin said as he walked over to where Hero lay with a fully erect cock, “not bad at all.”
Changmin kissed Hero’s hand that was still moving up and down his cock and then moved further down to play with his balls and the skin on his inner thigh. He bit where he felt like it and sucked where he felt like it. And then his mouth stopped before his entrance. He licked around the toy once. Hero moaned as pleasure coursed through him from the caresses of Changmin’s tongue.
And all of a sudden the pleasure was replaced by searing pain. Hero cried out before he realized what Changmin had actually done. That same toy was dangling in front of his face again, coated with the wetness of Hero’s inside and was shoved in his mouth. Hero whimpered just once before complying with whatever Changmin did.
Something larger than the beads and his fingers put together ripped the ring of muscle around his entrance and he was pushed back with the force. Changmin grunted and fucked Hero raw and hard.
“Fuck, faster.” Changmin heard and he smirked. He put Hero’s leg on his shoulder and one around his waist, bending him like a puppet and snapped his hips up and in.
Hero was squirming underneath him but pushing up to meet every single one of Changmin’s thrusts as best as he could. A dry orgasm coursed through him and he whined, going limp and falling flat on the bed.
Changmin watched his cock disappear into Hero’s tight heat over and over, blood coating most of it now. He took a hold of Hero’s length and played with the cock ring that he knew was torturing him at the moment.
“Beg,” Changmin whispered directly into Hero’s ear, never slowing the pace of his thrusting.
“Fuck, please,” Hero said in a desperate tone that Changmin couldn’t classify as real or fake but it sounded real enough to him, especially when the overwhelming pleasure was the only thing ringing in his ear. The beads were still stuffed in his mouth so it came out as a muffled plea.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Please,” Hero said a little louder.
Changmin made him keep saying it until he was practically screaming. His whole body was moving up and down the bed with Changmin’s hips canting into him with every breath he took. He clutched onto the sheets, twisting them in his fists and pulling.
Pain. Pleasure. It was all just a blur at this point as he shook through another dry orgasm.
“Please, please, please,” he said.
After what felt like hours to Hero and seconds to Changmin, the cock ring was snapped off and his cock stroked it roughly. Changmin couldn’t hold off when Hero’s insides clenched as he came all over Changmin’s stomach. Changmin pumped his release into Hero’s writhing body just seconds later.
Changmin didn’t stop, just slowed down a little until every bit of come was inside of Hero and until he was content that Hero really had had enough.
Changmin took the beads out of his mouth with his teeth, just lightly brushing Hero’s tongue and lips with his. He knew how whores felt about kissing their client. Apparently, it was the only thing that was personal and precious to them.
Hero wasn’t one of those whores though. After Changmin spit the beads out, he pulled Changmin down and kissed him hard. Changmin kissed back with just as much force.
Hero giggled and lay with his back rested on the headboard, lighting up a smoke again.
“You’re not so bad either, mister.”
“Don’t you know who I am?”
“The man who’s going to pay me tonight.”
Changmin chuckled. “Bloody whore.”
He flung all the money in his wallet towards the beauty and left the room, sparing Hero another glance. Hero licked his lips and winked.
That wink kept Changmin coming back for more.
--
Changmin sat on his desk in front of millions of unread papers that needed to be signed and sealed by tomorrow. He was used to working for as long as he could but today was a little different. He needed something. He didn’t know what it was, he just needed it.
And then Hero’s come covered face flashed before his eyes and he stood, leaving his desk, his multi-million dollar building and his chauffer behind to drive to the same place he had last night.
One would say that that was beginning of the addiction but Changmin knew he was addicted from the moment he saw the boy.
“Hey, you came back.” Hero mouthed through the same glass window and smiled at Changmin.
Changmin scoffed and told him to get out of there, that he wanted him.
The spectators protested but he flipped them off and shoved enough money in the manager’s face.
Hero was riding Changmin when he moved the hair out of Hero’s face, pulled him closer and asked him what his real name was.
“My name changes with my mood.” Hero had laughed and continued slamming himself down on Changmin, no longer screaming but just whimpering lightly and breathing heavily until his orgasm was ripped through and Changmin’s name left his mouth in a small whisper.
Changmin kissed him, gave him more money than he had ever seen in his life and left with an emptier wallet but a content heart and ever more content cock.
--
There wasn’t a night when Changmin didn’t come back to see Hero. There was something about the whore that got better every time Changmin fucked him. Somehow, every time he saw that look that Hero has on his face right before he comes, Changmin felt like he was that much more his.
But whores didn’t just belong to one person and he knew that.
--
It was a Sunday and Changmin’s parents had just finished dragging Changmin from one social event to another. They told him to check out all the girls, maybe even talk to a few and dance with some. They wanted him married before he got too old.
Changmin got away as soon as he could and drove to Hero.
--
“Your Romeo’s here.” Xiah saw him enter the club first.
Micky snapped his head back and smiled. “He might as well just buy you a fucking mansion to live in and fuck whenever he wants. Nobody else ever gets you anymore. Are you sure he’s not falling in love with you.”
Hero laughed. “As long as I’m keeping him happy, I’m getting steady cash flow. If he wants to love me in the process, he can.”
Micky rolled his eyes and said, “Lucky bitch.”
Hero laughed again but the words didn’t leave his head. And Changmin definitely didn’t help clear his mind when he sat on a table and ordered drinks instead of ordering Hero.
This time, Hero finished his show. Changmin watched the men get hot, he heard all the catcalls and the crude comments. He was thankful Hero was behind a glass, he knew he wouldn’t be able to handle the groping.
The drinks kept coming and Hero’s eyes didn’t leave Changmin’s as he downed one drink after another. When the club was almost about to close down, most of the customers had either found a room or went home, Hero came and sat on the chair opposite of Changmin.
“What’s wrong with you today?” Hero took the bottle in front of Changmin and poured himself a glass.
“I just wanted to clarify something for myself.”
“And?”
“I was right.”
“About what?”
“I’ll tell you when I think I need to.”
Hero shrugged. “Okay.”
Another man came up to Hero and put money in front of his nose. Changmin recognized him, it was the heir of Jung Inc. Hero looked at Changmin and shook his head, pushing the money away.
“I’m booked.”
Disappointment showed in the man’s face. “Tomorrow then?”
“Anytime in the morning.”
The man smiled and kissed Hero’s cheek before leaving.
Changmin glared at Hero and Hero smiled. “I am the best. Everyone wants me.”
The glass in Changmin’s hand was smashed onto the ground and Hero was dragged into his room. Changmin wanted to take all his anger out. It wasn’t fair, he wanted Hero to belong to him, just him. Even if he was just his whore, he didn’t want anybody else around him.
He fucked his anger into Hero’s hole, left the keys to a new car on Hero’s bed table and walked out.
--
“You know, you make me laugh son,” Micky said. He was sitting in Hero’s room, smoking.
“Why?”
“I know you have the hots for him and I also know you’re not going to win him over by telling him about your sexual adventures.”
“If you know so much, then you better as fuck know that I don’t have to win him over. He’s already mine. And you should also know that he comes from a good family and he can’t really love me back. Nobody loves a prostitute.”
“I love you.”
Hero rolled his eyes. “Sentimental crap.”
“Like I said, you make me laugh.”
--
Changmin reached over and stroked Hero’s cock as he pounded into him from behind.
“Fuck, Changmin-ah,” Hero said, breathless.
Changmin grunted and snapped harder until the only sound in the room was Hero’s whimpers and skin slapping against skin.
He switched angles and hit a spot that he was familiar with now but drove Hero crazy every single time. Hero arched his back into Changmin and came, splattering his stomach in white. His elbows were about to give but Changmin held him up, brought Hero’s limp body close to his own and kissed it. Over and around his neck and then on the other side.
He didn’t realize when he came and when the rocking ended and it was just kissing.
He didn’t realize it when Hero turned in his arms and kissed him on his lips and then jawline and neck.
He didn’t realize when Hero set him down on his bed, climbed on top of him and shut his eyes to go to sleep.
“Changmin?”
“Hmm?”
“Jaejoong.” Changmin looked at Hero, his eyes closed and eyelashes lightly tickling his stomach. He was starting to get off that post orgasmic high now.
“What?”
Hero was still thinking of taking it all back. Telling someone his real name meant a lot more to him than anything else did. He thought about it again, the day he got kicked out of his house for being gay, the day he got raped by the friend and the friend’s dad he trusted enough to sleep in their house, the day he left them and came here and began a new life.
By telling this man his real name, he would go back to it all. Being Hero was good for him, being Jaejoong was just as hard. He thought about it again, and then smiled to himself.
“My parents named me Kim Jaejoong.” No regrets. Not this time.
Changmin thought he saw Hero’s lips quirk in a smile. He smiled too; just a bit, just enough.
--
Pairings: Changmin/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Prostitution, Toys, sex and shit
Genre: Smut
Disclaimer: Why do I gotta keep restating the fact that they're not mine. Makes me feel bad, ya know. *pouts* Fine fine, they're not mine.
Summary: Changmin's addicted.
A/N I was kinda stuck for a while and plus I wasn't even really home that much to actually write a lot. On top of that, I wanted my smut muse back. I don't know if this helped but meh! XD I tried. Anyways, MinJae FTW!!! i love minjae <3 *fangirly sigh*
Requested by and for Talia kingdoms_lust hope u like it babe ♥♥♥
No Regrets
The first time Changmin saw him, he was behind a glass window, wearing skin tight leather pants. Smirk plastered on his face, he was moving to a beat that played only his head but Changmin could hear it. Their eyes met for only a second and Changmin knew he had to have him.
Two hours later, Changmin was let into a dark room lit with countless aromatic candles and a corny jazz tune playing in the background. A slender figure lay across the bed in the middle of the room, sucking on a cigarette like it gave him all the pleasure he needed from life.
His head turned towards Changmin when the door flung open and Changmin was met with icy blue eyes. He flashed a brilliant smile at Changmin that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Welcome to heaven.” His voice was as clear as his skin. “How do you want me?”
He threw his cigarette in the ash tray on the bed table and blew out the remains from his mouth. He met Changmin’s eyes again and chuckled. Changmin was still standing at the door, staring at him.
“I charge by the hour, you know,” the pretty boy said, “so undress.”
Changmin got the hint and threw his jacket away. He was naked and hovering over the boy in record time. The English letters H. E. R. O. were hung above his bed. Changmin’s lips attached to porcelain skin as he placed open mouth kisses on Hero’s neck.
Changmin’s thumb swiped across his bottom lip slowly and he felt the boy squirm a little with his touch. Changmin suddenly pulled away and sat on the chair beside the bed, cock half hard already. He didn’t have to motion for the boy to come closer; Hero was already there, kneeling.
His cherry red lips wrapped around the head of Changmin’s cock for less than a second and Changmin lost all control. The candle provided just enough light for Changmin to see his face, the face that dragged him to this room in the first place.
Changmin bucked his hips up and hit the back of the boy’s throat immediately. Hero seemed to be used to it and only gagged at the first hit before adjusting his throat according to Changmin’s size. His throat clenched around Changmin’s length when he took it all in, not pausing for a breath.
Changmin gripped his hair and held him there before fucking his throat hard and fast, the insides of his thighs slapping against his cheekbones. Changmin heard a small whimper coming from him; a whimper of need or hurt, he didn’t know but he couldn’t care. Every time Changmin hit the back of the small throat, he felt himself getting closer to orgasm.
Changmin fucked him harder but slowed the pace down, wanting to last longer, so he hit his throat with just a little more force. There was something about the tear-streaked face and those whimpering sounds barely escaping his throat that Changmin enjoyed a little too much.
He didn’t notice when a streak of blood covered his cock from the side of the Hero’s lip. But he did notice when Hero held his hips back and licked the blood off his cock then put it all back in, releasing Changmin’s hips to let him fuck his throat again.
Hero looked up with half-lidded eyes, a fiery glare in his eyes and Changmin’s orgasm was suddenly there, ripping through him. Strings of white decorated that porcelain skin and a red tongue darted out in the middle of it all to lick up the mess Changmin had made.
Changmin felt himself being sucked dry with not even a drop of come left on his cock or, when he looked, Hero’s face either.
Changmin reached for his wallet and pulled out a wad of money, fanning it in Hero’s face. Hero smirked and went to grab the money with his teeth but Changmin only teased. He pointed to his limp cock and spoke in a husky voice that was clouded with post orgasmic intoxication.
“Do something about this.” Hero brought up his hand and tongue closer to it but Changmin slapped him. “Without touching me,” Changmin said.
There was a glint in Hero’s eyes when he suddenly understood what Changmin meant. He straightened himself, no longer kneeling and unzipped his pants.
Hero’s hips started moving to that same steady beat again, disregarding the music that was actually playing, and his hands were lost under his pants. Hero moaned in that sing-songy voice with every stroke but still didn’t take his pants off. After some more teasing and dancing, he pulled off his pants and laid himself on the bed, legs stretched out and pink puckered hole in full view.
Changmin was licking his lips, awaiting Hero’s next trick. His cock was no longer limp but still not gorged enough. He wanted it leaking when he entered Hero’s tight hole.
Normally, Hero would have just fingered himself until the client couldn’t watch anymore and had to fuck him but this man seemed a bit harder to please. And Hero didn’t miss catching a glance at the money the man still had in his wallet besides the cash he had in his hands. Hero wanted all of him tonight.
He reached behind him and pulled out his favourite toys from underneath his pillow. They were a pair of anal beads that were thicker than two of his fingers put together. He dangled the toy in front of his face with a sneer on his face and his hand never stopped working his own cock.
The other thing in his hand was a metal ring that Hero placed at the base of his cock.
Shifting a bit to make sure Changmin had a good view and he was in a comfortable spot himself, Hero rubbed the first bead to his dry entrance. Having no lube had never been a problem for him, he actually liked it dry, but he wanted this to be clean so he brought the beads to his mouth and took them in like he had Changmin’s cock. He coated them in as much spit as he could gather, making a show of his tongue dancing and exaggerating the slurping sounds.
Hero spread his legs a little more and placed the bead to his hole again. Changmin’s eyes almost shut at the sight in front of him when the little plastic ball breached Hero and his head fell back in a silent moan. Hero took it at a slow, almost torturous, pace but Changmin was gathering as much willpower as he had to keep from fucking right there. He wanted to rip the beads out of him once they were all in. So he watched.
Hero was writhing, one hand stroking his shaft and the other pushing the beads inside him, one by one. Sometimes, he would put two of his fingers in and twist, stretching himself further and pulling out moans that he didn’t have to fake.
Once the beads were fully seated inside him, Changmin suddenly wished there were more but his hard cock disagreed. Hero lay with his legs completely open and the end of the toy poking out of his red entrance.
“You’re not bad, Hero,” Changmin said as he walked over to where Hero lay with a fully erect cock, “not bad at all.”
Changmin kissed Hero’s hand that was still moving up and down his cock and then moved further down to play with his balls and the skin on his inner thigh. He bit where he felt like it and sucked where he felt like it. And then his mouth stopped before his entrance. He licked around the toy once. Hero moaned as pleasure coursed through him from the caresses of Changmin’s tongue.
And all of a sudden the pleasure was replaced by searing pain. Hero cried out before he realized what Changmin had actually done. That same toy was dangling in front of his face again, coated with the wetness of Hero’s inside and was shoved in his mouth. Hero whimpered just once before complying with whatever Changmin did.
Something larger than the beads and his fingers put together ripped the ring of muscle around his entrance and he was pushed back with the force. Changmin grunted and fucked Hero raw and hard.
“Fuck, faster.” Changmin heard and he smirked. He put Hero’s leg on his shoulder and one around his waist, bending him like a puppet and snapped his hips up and in.
Hero was squirming underneath him but pushing up to meet every single one of Changmin’s thrusts as best as he could. A dry orgasm coursed through him and he whined, going limp and falling flat on the bed.
Changmin watched his cock disappear into Hero’s tight heat over and over, blood coating most of it now. He took a hold of Hero’s length and played with the cock ring that he knew was torturing him at the moment.
“Beg,” Changmin whispered directly into Hero’s ear, never slowing the pace of his thrusting.
“Fuck, please,” Hero said in a desperate tone that Changmin couldn’t classify as real or fake but it sounded real enough to him, especially when the overwhelming pleasure was the only thing ringing in his ear. The beads were still stuffed in his mouth so it came out as a muffled plea.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Please,” Hero said a little louder.
Changmin made him keep saying it until he was practically screaming. His whole body was moving up and down the bed with Changmin’s hips canting into him with every breath he took. He clutched onto the sheets, twisting them in his fists and pulling.
Pain. Pleasure. It was all just a blur at this point as he shook through another dry orgasm.
“Please, please, please,” he said.
After what felt like hours to Hero and seconds to Changmin, the cock ring was snapped off and his cock stroked it roughly. Changmin couldn’t hold off when Hero’s insides clenched as he came all over Changmin’s stomach. Changmin pumped his release into Hero’s writhing body just seconds later.
Changmin didn’t stop, just slowed down a little until every bit of come was inside of Hero and until he was content that Hero really had had enough.
Changmin took the beads out of his mouth with his teeth, just lightly brushing Hero’s tongue and lips with his. He knew how whores felt about kissing their client. Apparently, it was the only thing that was personal and precious to them.
Hero wasn’t one of those whores though. After Changmin spit the beads out, he pulled Changmin down and kissed him hard. Changmin kissed back with just as much force.
Hero giggled and lay with his back rested on the headboard, lighting up a smoke again.
“You’re not so bad either, mister.”
“Don’t you know who I am?”
“The man who’s going to pay me tonight.”
Changmin chuckled. “Bloody whore.”
He flung all the money in his wallet towards the beauty and left the room, sparing Hero another glance. Hero licked his lips and winked.
That wink kept Changmin coming back for more.
--
Changmin sat on his desk in front of millions of unread papers that needed to be signed and sealed by tomorrow. He was used to working for as long as he could but today was a little different. He needed something. He didn’t know what it was, he just needed it.
And then Hero’s come covered face flashed before his eyes and he stood, leaving his desk, his multi-million dollar building and his chauffer behind to drive to the same place he had last night.
One would say that that was beginning of the addiction but Changmin knew he was addicted from the moment he saw the boy.
“Hey, you came back.” Hero mouthed through the same glass window and smiled at Changmin.
Changmin scoffed and told him to get out of there, that he wanted him.
The spectators protested but he flipped them off and shoved enough money in the manager’s face.
Hero was riding Changmin when he moved the hair out of Hero’s face, pulled him closer and asked him what his real name was.
“My name changes with my mood.” Hero had laughed and continued slamming himself down on Changmin, no longer screaming but just whimpering lightly and breathing heavily until his orgasm was ripped through and Changmin’s name left his mouth in a small whisper.
Changmin kissed him, gave him more money than he had ever seen in his life and left with an emptier wallet but a content heart and ever more content cock.
--
There wasn’t a night when Changmin didn’t come back to see Hero. There was something about the whore that got better every time Changmin fucked him. Somehow, every time he saw that look that Hero has on his face right before he comes, Changmin felt like he was that much more his.
But whores didn’t just belong to one person and he knew that.
--
It was a Sunday and Changmin’s parents had just finished dragging Changmin from one social event to another. They told him to check out all the girls, maybe even talk to a few and dance with some. They wanted him married before he got too old.
Changmin got away as soon as he could and drove to Hero.
--
“Your Romeo’s here.” Xiah saw him enter the club first.
Micky snapped his head back and smiled. “He might as well just buy you a fucking mansion to live in and fuck whenever he wants. Nobody else ever gets you anymore. Are you sure he’s not falling in love with you.”
Hero laughed. “As long as I’m keeping him happy, I’m getting steady cash flow. If he wants to love me in the process, he can.”
Micky rolled his eyes and said, “Lucky bitch.”
Hero laughed again but the words didn’t leave his head. And Changmin definitely didn’t help clear his mind when he sat on a table and ordered drinks instead of ordering Hero.
This time, Hero finished his show. Changmin watched the men get hot, he heard all the catcalls and the crude comments. He was thankful Hero was behind a glass, he knew he wouldn’t be able to handle the groping.
The drinks kept coming and Hero’s eyes didn’t leave Changmin’s as he downed one drink after another. When the club was almost about to close down, most of the customers had either found a room or went home, Hero came and sat on the chair opposite of Changmin.
“What’s wrong with you today?” Hero took the bottle in front of Changmin and poured himself a glass.
“I just wanted to clarify something for myself.”
“And?”
“I was right.”
“About what?”
“I’ll tell you when I think I need to.”
Hero shrugged. “Okay.”
Another man came up to Hero and put money in front of his nose. Changmin recognized him, it was the heir of Jung Inc. Hero looked at Changmin and shook his head, pushing the money away.
“I’m booked.”
Disappointment showed in the man’s face. “Tomorrow then?”
“Anytime in the morning.”
The man smiled and kissed Hero’s cheek before leaving.
Changmin glared at Hero and Hero smiled. “I am the best. Everyone wants me.”
The glass in Changmin’s hand was smashed onto the ground and Hero was dragged into his room. Changmin wanted to take all his anger out. It wasn’t fair, he wanted Hero to belong to him, just him. Even if he was just his whore, he didn’t want anybody else around him.
He fucked his anger into Hero’s hole, left the keys to a new car on Hero’s bed table and walked out.
--
“You know, you make me laugh son,” Micky said. He was sitting in Hero’s room, smoking.
“Why?”
“I know you have the hots for him and I also know you’re not going to win him over by telling him about your sexual adventures.”
“If you know so much, then you better as fuck know that I don’t have to win him over. He’s already mine. And you should also know that he comes from a good family and he can’t really love me back. Nobody loves a prostitute.”
“I love you.”
Hero rolled his eyes. “Sentimental crap.”
“Like I said, you make me laugh.”
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Changmin reached over and stroked Hero’s cock as he pounded into him from behind.
“Fuck, Changmin-ah,” Hero said, breathless.
Changmin grunted and snapped harder until the only sound in the room was Hero’s whimpers and skin slapping against skin.
He switched angles and hit a spot that he was familiar with now but drove Hero crazy every single time. Hero arched his back into Changmin and came, splattering his stomach in white. His elbows were about to give but Changmin held him up, brought Hero’s limp body close to his own and kissed it. Over and around his neck and then on the other side.
He didn’t realize when he came and when the rocking ended and it was just kissing.
He didn’t realize it when Hero turned in his arms and kissed him on his lips and then jawline and neck.
He didn’t realize when Hero set him down on his bed, climbed on top of him and shut his eyes to go to sleep.
“Changmin?”
“Hmm?”
“Jaejoong.” Changmin looked at Hero, his eyes closed and eyelashes lightly tickling his stomach. He was starting to get off that post orgasmic high now.
“What?”
Hero was still thinking of taking it all back. Telling someone his real name meant a lot more to him than anything else did. He thought about it again, the day he got kicked out of his house for being gay, the day he got raped by the friend and the friend’s dad he trusted enough to sleep in their house, the day he left them and came here and began a new life.
By telling this man his real name, he would go back to it all. Being Hero was good for him, being Jaejoong was just as hard. He thought about it again, and then smiled to himself.
“My parents named me Kim Jaejoong.” No regrets. Not this time.
Changmin thought he saw Hero’s lips quirk in a smile. He smiled too; just a bit, just enough.
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