Behind the Sex - Chapter 22
Title: Behind the Sex
Fandom(s) : U-KISS
Pairing(s): KeMaru
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Romance
Warnings: Awful!English
Author's Notes: My second NaNoWriMo, and a rather bold decision, if I might say :)! Hopefully doesn't contain too much inaccuracies, and if it does, please ignore it? >_>?
Prologue :: Chapter 1 :: Chapter 2 :: Chapter 3 :: Chapter 4 :: Chapter 5 :: Chapter 6 :: Chapter 7
Chapter 8 :: Chapter 9 :: Chapter 10 :: Chapter 11 :: Chapter 12 :: Chapter 13 :: Chapter 14 :: Chapter 15
Chapter 16 :: Chapter 17 :: Chapter 18 :: Chapter 19 :: Chapter 20 :: Chapter 21
“Ouch, watch where you’re going.” Kevin grabbed onto his shoulder, glaring at the man that collided into him. He had been on his way down from an appointment to meet Kibum in the lobby as usual, when a man just hurriedly walked past him, too close for him to shun. “Aren’t you even going to apologise?”
“What?” The rather young man bewildered stared at Kevin. Sure, he had seen Kevin coming out from the lift and all, but who was he to move out of the way for some man who didn’t even dress like he was fit for the hotel? “I think you owe me an apology for ruining my clothes. This is-”
“Autumn collection, so last year.” Kevin rolled his eyes, walking forward without a care for the bodyguard that were sizing him up. “Fashion fades, Mister I’m-wearing-branded-so-you-better-respect-me. I’m wearing summer clothes in autumn, beat that.”
Kibum spotted Kevin a moment later, hurrying to him with a wave. Ruffling the younger’s hair, Kibum then looked further behind Kevin, noticing a young man around his age was staring at the way Kevin smiled at him. Kibum raised an eyebrow, circling his arm about Kevin before heading to the outdoor car park, more interested in Kevin’s recount of how bad the customer he had dealt with was in the function they attended together.
“Such a feisty kitten, but smiling so sweetly at the same time…” The man smirked, eyeing one of the men around him. “Do a background check on him for me.”
-
“Mr Eli, he’s a prostitute. The man that had collided into you, Kevin, twenty years old currently.” One of his employees respectfully stated right after entering his workplace. Bringing a file out and placing it on the table in front of Eli, the man then bowed slightly and took a step back. The said man of the higher status silently flipped the file pages, interested in the details included and collated.
“Just for sale? Buy him over.” Eli smirked. If this Kevin man was in for the money, then he had a lot of money to give. However feisty a kitten would still probably have to suck up to him at the sight of money, no? That man he had smiled to was probably another heir of some successful father, then. Money can buy anything, and it was good time to spend money on a toy. He hasn’t been amused for quite some time already anyway, with all the marriage preparations his parents were doing.
“I had checked the option, but the brothel refuses to sell him completely. You can buy individual sessions though, seven million for twelve hours.”
Eli laughed out loud, aiming a pen at the man’s head before harshly throwing it over. Glaring at the man, he was indirectly threatening to fire the whimpering employee. “Do you think I have not enough money to afford that you had to raise such a stupid point? Book a month, the whole month.”
The standing man quickly nodded, apologising for his mistake. Scampering away, he then did as he was told, leaving a rather satisfied Eli smiling at the file he had left behind.
-
“A month?” Kibum widened his eyes, while Kevin tried to make a guess on who might have done such a thing. His regulars were usually fine with a twelve hour session weekly, sometimes even fortnightly, so it really puzzled the younger man why there would be a sudden move like this. He had heard of people wanting to buy him completely over from the brothel, but this was the first time one customer was booking his whole schedule because he wasn’t available for full sale.
Kibum could feel an aggressive competition heading right to him, even if Kevin didn’t realise it. He wasn’t rich enough to completely book one full month of Kevin, and the worse thing was that because of the first come first serve policy in the brothel, Kevin really had his whole month booked.
His project has somehow fallen into a hiatus status, and their meetings shrunk into the limited time they might or might not have on the car when Kibum would be fetching Kevin back and forth.
“First appointment in fifteen minutes, drive to the hotel down the road. No use guessing who he is, new customer.” The receptionist unfeelingly filed her nails, while Kibum decided that her words were true, fingers too naturally intertwining with Kevin’s. She frowned, but didn’t say a word further.
“A new customer and he’s starting off strong.” Kevin pressed his lips together, still rather confused. “You think I’ll be fine?”
“I don’t know.” Kibum wore a frown, igniting the engine and sighing. He wasn’t looking forward to finding out who the man was. Booking Kevin for one whole month wasn’t optimistic for his progress as a person interested in Kevin, nor his progress as a psychology student. Basically, this man was a bad omen to start with.
“Whatever comes will come eventually.” Kevin coolly said, buckling his seatbelt. Whoever this man was, if there were only one of him, Kevin would be able to deal with him. Kibum had been rather troublesome at the start, but he turned out to be a pretty nice a friend and pretty responsive to his ministrations already. “Let’s hurry over so I won’t be late.”
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“Kevin.” Eli smiled with folded arms, watching the man turn to him. Kevin blinked prettily, taking confident strides over before naturally slinging his arms around his supposed patron’s shoulder. New customer indeed, and Kevin thought only Kibum was insane enough to look for prostitutes at his age. This man doesn’t look that old himself.
“Did you call for my company for a month?” Kevin sweetly asked, gently rearranging Eli’s hair with a small smile. “Your hair is soft.”
Eli laughed, nodding towards Kevin’s question. How this man managed to forget that he was the same man he had collided into was beyond Eli, but he did seem like he honestly didn’t know. Actually, this might be more fun.
Kibum who had been watching this from afar, though, recognised Eli instantly. Not that he knew exactly who Eli was, but at least he knew what sparked the reservation for a month. Sighing, Kibum could only drive away until Kevin was released.
“Autumn collection, so last year.” Eli mimicked Kevin’s voice, wondering if Kevin could catch the sarcasm in his voice.
Kevin didn’t, only noticing that the tone wasn’t one that belonged to a man who should be charmed to death. Checking his clothes, Kevin scratched his head cutely, raising his voice to a cuter tone. “But this is for spring?”
“Fashion fades, Mister I’m-wearing-branded-so-you-better-respect-me.” Eli tried once more, out of tactics if Kevin still couldn’t pick out the hints. Shouldn’t it be obvious enough now? He had memorised those words for this.
“Oh.” Kevin pressed a finger on his bottom lip, mouth forming a small ‘O’ shape. Kevin apparently started off on the wrong side of the man, but then again, it wasn’t as if there was no way to salvage the situation. The man was purposefully making him feel bad, and so Kevin shall purposefully attack the same issue. “Are you angry? Should I make you happy?”
The innocent words were made more sensual as Kevin groped Eli’s member, leaving a gentle kiss on the jawline before his eyes. Kevin trailed down the customer’s chin, biting his lower lip with a cheeky smile and then rubbing the growing tent in Eli’s pants. Eli clenched his jaw, unable to fight the blood rush towards his clothed length.
“Don’t be angry.” Kevin cooed, pouting cutely. “I’ll be sad.”
And right then, Eli lost his resolve to toy with Kevin. With roles reversed, Kevin completely got the man under his control.
-
“Kibum!” Kevin smiled, waving to the said man before hurrying over. Kibum stood up from the sofa chair in the lounge area, adjusting his clothes and then smiling back. Kevin hugged one of Kibum’s arms when he reached the older man, then walking to the car that was parked nearby. “Ah, I’m tired. Let’s quickly go back so I can sleep. He tells me to get back there at eight in the morning.”
“How was it?” Kibum tried to nonchalantly ask, the two reaching the car a lot faster probably due to Kevin’s fatigue, which was rather ironic. The older man then opened the side door for Kevin as per normal, waiting for the younger to get in.
“Like any other man. Got his weakness down in five minutes, total softie.” Kevin shrugged, yawning. Releasing his grip from around Kibum’s arm, Kevin then got into the car, thanking Kibum sweetly. “He seems rather new in sex though, which is quite funny since he likes to put on a tough front.”
Kibum wasn’t sure whether to laugh or to cry at Kevin’s harsh critics. He only got into the driver’s seat, hearing Kevin ramble on despite saying he was tired. Thoughts of being able to only share limited time like these with Kevin was then tentatively pushed away, concentrating on the way Kevin commented about the man’s rather horrible performance.
-
“He’s like a dog now.” Kevin raised an eyebrow, watching Eil from a distance. “Apparently, he’s some rich kid whose father owns some government controlled thing. But now, he’s waiting at the lobby to open the door for me.”
Kibum didn’t laugh, sighing softly.
When the car did stop, the nightmare he never wanted to see happened. Despite Kevin’s criticism, the younger went ahead out of the door that Eli pulled open and clung onto him. A loud shut of the car door woke Kibum up, eyes finally tearing away from the scene.
Kibum tried to think of all those embarrassing this man had done, like fumbling with Kevin’s clothes and almost slipping on his own underwear in his haste to get to the bed. They had talked about this and Kibum was laughing, but right then, there wasn’t any urge to laugh. In fact, it didn’t feel as funny as it had been.
Kevin said something about the man trying to win an edge over him because Kevin had unknowingly offended him, but with just one touch, the man completely melted. And that the man mistook the number 6 for 8 and disturbed a couple who was getting ready for bed. It should have made Kibum rolled over in laughter, only that it ended up in the same depressing thought.
It didn’t matter, because Kevin was in this man’s arms right then.
-
“Kevin…” A needy whisper from behind, while Kevin turned back his head, biting his lower lip. Clenching his fist that were pressed against the wall, Kevin moaned, smooth bottom rubbing against the exposed thighs of Eli’s. Eli hugged his waist tighter, thrusting the man before him faster, harder, with a hint of desperation in his movements. “Call my name.”
Kevin frowned at the wall, not stopping in his screams. This wasn’t good. Kneeling down as if his legs lost strength, Kevin then spun around, kissing the leaking erection that was just at his eye’s level. Caressing gently, stroking the inner thighs of the man, he felt his hair being tugged forcefully till the point where it hurts.
“What’s your name?” Kevin asked, lapping up the pre-cum while looking up at Eli with hazy eyes. Eli winced, groaning at the tingly sensation sent up his spine, uncontrollably moaning out his own name.
“Eli…” Kevin repeated, standing up and circling his arms around the customer, brushing his lips against the other man’s cheek. Observing the man’s skin condition at such proximity, Kevin breathed gently, then hovering over his lips. Smiling slightly, locking their eyes together, Kevin whispered temptingly. “Do you want me?”
“Kitty, I’m the one who is supposed to ask you that.” Eli smirked, a pinch of sanity returning to his head. Of course, he would be the one hearing Kevin moan for him. Hands sliding down the slender waist once more, Eli raised Kevin’s chin, nibbling onto his lower lip. “How much do you want me?”
Kevin could slap this man right then, with that smugness that irked him to death. Nevertheless, he grabbed onto Eli’s hands and led them to his own length, moaning and biting his lip as if to suppress the sexual sounds that accidentally slipped out. Eli slowly stroked the erection, watching Kevin writhe in ways he never knew was possible, feeling those long fingers digging into his shoulders.
“Eli…” Kevin cried out, buckling his hips to the touch. Heavily breathing against the other’s ear, Kevin gasped sharply, lips trembling as he spoke. “Take me.”
Carrying Kevin’s dainty form, Eli then did as he was told, entering Kevin without any hesitation. Kevin screamed, arching his back to the length thrusting into him once more. Wriggling as much as he could, screaming out the customer’s name at the suitable time, Kevin felt a stronger throb from within him. Smiling dazedly at Eli, Kevin had this urge to kiss something.
At this time…Kibum would have kissed him senseless. And…touched him so gently as if he mattered.
“You’re blushing.” Eli smirked, cupping Kevin’s face before thrusting deeper, as if the other man’s flushed face gave him more energy to do so. Kevin giddily nodded, whimpering at the roughness burning him. The smug smile on his customer’s face then slowly faded, face contorted in some sort of pain. Kevin rubbed the man’s chest, stimulating him further and soon feeling a warm load being released in him.
Eli started riding out, panting heavily. With a contented look, he then collapsed beside Kevin, mumbling something like he could go clean up and leave. Beaming at this, Kevin didn’t even mind the erection he still had, hurrying to clean up and meet with Kibum. It wasn’t really that late yet, so they could get supper together or something.
“But don’t let any guy touch you.” Eli yelled. “Just go home and sleep.”
“I’d be an idiot if I were to listen to you.” Kevin rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath.
-
“It’s only nine, come on, let’s go somewhere?” Kevin whined, massaging Kibum’s shoulders and trying his best to persuade the older man to go out with him. Kibum turned to him and sighed, finally agreeing, fishing out a bundle of cash that vaguely looked like the sort Kibum always gave him after spending time with Kevin as an escort. “I don’t want that.”
“But we’re going out.” Kibum raised an eyebrow, moving to the car anyway. Holding the bundle of money, he felt Kevin’s hand push the money back towards him.
“Well, we’re going out as friends.” Kevin simply replied, getting onto his side of the car before checking his own wallet. Mentally doing some sums, Kevin then instructed Kibum to drive two junctions down the road and then turning left. He would give further instructions later when he can see exactly where he was. “It’s my turn to recommend you some store! It might not be as good as the one you told me, but I like their fruit punch with a variety of fruits. Cheap and really refreshing!”
Kibum nodded, already feeling a sort of longing for the younger man on the fifth day of the thirty days Kevin was booked. He couldn’t concentrate on the lecture videos sent to him, afraid that while he was busy catching up on his homework, a part of Kevin might have just fallen in love with the other man that intruded into the picture.
Kevin recently…only talked about that man.
And Kibum understood he was being jealous, jealous that someone had such a capability to keep Kevin away from any men. If he could even just hold Kevin hands in these days, Kibum was already considered lucky. He had never fully understood why he shouldn’t get emotionally attached to his research subject, knowing that humans would take pity and all. But now that he had fallen, fallen deeply, he wasn’t taking pity on Kevin.
He wanted Kevin. He wanted those eyes on him, he wanted that smile for him, he wanted those cries, whether sincere or not, for his own ears. And this yearning just so easily steals his every breath, harshly reminding him that Kevin was now under money’s control, in someone else’s arms and he could not do a single thing about it to change the facts.
He secretly hated Kevin for succumbing to the money. He secretly wished for Kevin to violently reject such an idea, to have his days revolving around just one man, but he didn’t. Kibum knew Kevin wouldn’t have a say, but if only he could show a hint on unwillingness for Kibum to feel better.
And he secretly hated Kevin for telling him of all the stories about the man. He needn’t know where Kevin had went, what Kevin had ate, what gifts the man bought him. He would never have wanted to hear Kevin say the way the man tugged his hair in the peak of their lust, the way the man’s kisses his ear, the way the man thrusts into him, but Kevin kept talking. It didn’t matter how Kevin scrunched up his face in the midst of his words, disgusted, because whatever the man had done only proved Kibum’s helplessness in the situation.
“Are you listening?” Kevin frowned, nudging Kibum when the older jerked at the touch. “Sorry, did I scare you?”
“Aren’t you tired? Take a nap.” Kibum managed a smile, distractedly helping Kevin adjust the chair so he could sleep comfortably while holding the steering wheel in place since they were travelling on a straight lane. He could feel the younger watch him intently for a moment, before the stare eased a little, seemingly satisfied with Kibum’s reply.
“Now that you’ve said it, a little.” Kevin laughed, waving the thought of Kibum being unfocused recently away while he wriggled in the seat to make himself comfortable. “I won’t sleep though, it’s just round the corner.”
“Mm.” Kibum hummed, sighing inaudibly.
-
And it all begins ;)
Fandom(s) : U-KISS
Pairing(s): KeMaru
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Romance
Warnings: Awful!English
Author's Notes: My second NaNoWriMo, and a rather bold decision, if I might say :)! Hopefully doesn't contain too much inaccuracies, and if it does, please ignore it? >_>?
Prologue :: Chapter 1 :: Chapter 2 :: Chapter 3 :: Chapter 4 :: Chapter 5 :: Chapter 6 :: Chapter 7
Chapter 8 :: Chapter 9 :: Chapter 10 :: Chapter 11 :: Chapter 12 :: Chapter 13 :: Chapter 14 :: Chapter 15
Chapter 16 :: Chapter 17 :: Chapter 18 :: Chapter 19 :: Chapter 20 :: Chapter 21
“Ouch, watch where you’re going.” Kevin grabbed onto his shoulder, glaring at the man that collided into him. He had been on his way down from an appointment to meet Kibum in the lobby as usual, when a man just hurriedly walked past him, too close for him to shun. “Aren’t you even going to apologise?”
“What?” The rather young man bewildered stared at Kevin. Sure, he had seen Kevin coming out from the lift and all, but who was he to move out of the way for some man who didn’t even dress like he was fit for the hotel? “I think you owe me an apology for ruining my clothes. This is-”
“Autumn collection, so last year.” Kevin rolled his eyes, walking forward without a care for the bodyguard that were sizing him up. “Fashion fades, Mister I’m-wearing-branded-so-you-better-respect-me. I’m wearing summer clothes in autumn, beat that.”
Kibum spotted Kevin a moment later, hurrying to him with a wave. Ruffling the younger’s hair, Kibum then looked further behind Kevin, noticing a young man around his age was staring at the way Kevin smiled at him. Kibum raised an eyebrow, circling his arm about Kevin before heading to the outdoor car park, more interested in Kevin’s recount of how bad the customer he had dealt with was in the function they attended together.
“Such a feisty kitten, but smiling so sweetly at the same time…” The man smirked, eyeing one of the men around him. “Do a background check on him for me.”
-
“Mr Eli, he’s a prostitute. The man that had collided into you, Kevin, twenty years old currently.” One of his employees respectfully stated right after entering his workplace. Bringing a file out and placing it on the table in front of Eli, the man then bowed slightly and took a step back. The said man of the higher status silently flipped the file pages, interested in the details included and collated.
“Just for sale? Buy him over.” Eli smirked. If this Kevin man was in for the money, then he had a lot of money to give. However feisty a kitten would still probably have to suck up to him at the sight of money, no? That man he had smiled to was probably another heir of some successful father, then. Money can buy anything, and it was good time to spend money on a toy. He hasn’t been amused for quite some time already anyway, with all the marriage preparations his parents were doing.
“I had checked the option, but the brothel refuses to sell him completely. You can buy individual sessions though, seven million for twelve hours.”
Eli laughed out loud, aiming a pen at the man’s head before harshly throwing it over. Glaring at the man, he was indirectly threatening to fire the whimpering employee. “Do you think I have not enough money to afford that you had to raise such a stupid point? Book a month, the whole month.”
The standing man quickly nodded, apologising for his mistake. Scampering away, he then did as he was told, leaving a rather satisfied Eli smiling at the file he had left behind.
-
“A month?” Kibum widened his eyes, while Kevin tried to make a guess on who might have done such a thing. His regulars were usually fine with a twelve hour session weekly, sometimes even fortnightly, so it really puzzled the younger man why there would be a sudden move like this. He had heard of people wanting to buy him completely over from the brothel, but this was the first time one customer was booking his whole schedule because he wasn’t available for full sale.
Kibum could feel an aggressive competition heading right to him, even if Kevin didn’t realise it. He wasn’t rich enough to completely book one full month of Kevin, and the worse thing was that because of the first come first serve policy in the brothel, Kevin really had his whole month booked.
His project has somehow fallen into a hiatus status, and their meetings shrunk into the limited time they might or might not have on the car when Kibum would be fetching Kevin back and forth.
“First appointment in fifteen minutes, drive to the hotel down the road. No use guessing who he is, new customer.” The receptionist unfeelingly filed her nails, while Kibum decided that her words were true, fingers too naturally intertwining with Kevin’s. She frowned, but didn’t say a word further.
“A new customer and he’s starting off strong.” Kevin pressed his lips together, still rather confused. “You think I’ll be fine?”
“I don’t know.” Kibum wore a frown, igniting the engine and sighing. He wasn’t looking forward to finding out who the man was. Booking Kevin for one whole month wasn’t optimistic for his progress as a person interested in Kevin, nor his progress as a psychology student. Basically, this man was a bad omen to start with.
“Whatever comes will come eventually.” Kevin coolly said, buckling his seatbelt. Whoever this man was, if there were only one of him, Kevin would be able to deal with him. Kibum had been rather troublesome at the start, but he turned out to be a pretty nice a friend and pretty responsive to his ministrations already. “Let’s hurry over so I won’t be late.”
-
“Kevin.” Eli smiled with folded arms, watching the man turn to him. Kevin blinked prettily, taking confident strides over before naturally slinging his arms around his supposed patron’s shoulder. New customer indeed, and Kevin thought only Kibum was insane enough to look for prostitutes at his age. This man doesn’t look that old himself.
“Did you call for my company for a month?” Kevin sweetly asked, gently rearranging Eli’s hair with a small smile. “Your hair is soft.”
Eli laughed, nodding towards Kevin’s question. How this man managed to forget that he was the same man he had collided into was beyond Eli, but he did seem like he honestly didn’t know. Actually, this might be more fun.
Kibum who had been watching this from afar, though, recognised Eli instantly. Not that he knew exactly who Eli was, but at least he knew what sparked the reservation for a month. Sighing, Kibum could only drive away until Kevin was released.
“Autumn collection, so last year.” Eli mimicked Kevin’s voice, wondering if Kevin could catch the sarcasm in his voice.
Kevin didn’t, only noticing that the tone wasn’t one that belonged to a man who should be charmed to death. Checking his clothes, Kevin scratched his head cutely, raising his voice to a cuter tone. “But this is for spring?”
“Fashion fades, Mister I’m-wearing-branded-so-you-better-respect-me.” Eli tried once more, out of tactics if Kevin still couldn’t pick out the hints. Shouldn’t it be obvious enough now? He had memorised those words for this.
“Oh.” Kevin pressed a finger on his bottom lip, mouth forming a small ‘O’ shape. Kevin apparently started off on the wrong side of the man, but then again, it wasn’t as if there was no way to salvage the situation. The man was purposefully making him feel bad, and so Kevin shall purposefully attack the same issue. “Are you angry? Should I make you happy?”
The innocent words were made more sensual as Kevin groped Eli’s member, leaving a gentle kiss on the jawline before his eyes. Kevin trailed down the customer’s chin, biting his lower lip with a cheeky smile and then rubbing the growing tent in Eli’s pants. Eli clenched his jaw, unable to fight the blood rush towards his clothed length.
“Don’t be angry.” Kevin cooed, pouting cutely. “I’ll be sad.”
And right then, Eli lost his resolve to toy with Kevin. With roles reversed, Kevin completely got the man under his control.
-
“Kibum!” Kevin smiled, waving to the said man before hurrying over. Kibum stood up from the sofa chair in the lounge area, adjusting his clothes and then smiling back. Kevin hugged one of Kibum’s arms when he reached the older man, then walking to the car that was parked nearby. “Ah, I’m tired. Let’s quickly go back so I can sleep. He tells me to get back there at eight in the morning.”
“How was it?” Kibum tried to nonchalantly ask, the two reaching the car a lot faster probably due to Kevin’s fatigue, which was rather ironic. The older man then opened the side door for Kevin as per normal, waiting for the younger to get in.
“Like any other man. Got his weakness down in five minutes, total softie.” Kevin shrugged, yawning. Releasing his grip from around Kibum’s arm, Kevin then got into the car, thanking Kibum sweetly. “He seems rather new in sex though, which is quite funny since he likes to put on a tough front.”
Kibum wasn’t sure whether to laugh or to cry at Kevin’s harsh critics. He only got into the driver’s seat, hearing Kevin ramble on despite saying he was tired. Thoughts of being able to only share limited time like these with Kevin was then tentatively pushed away, concentrating on the way Kevin commented about the man’s rather horrible performance.
-
“He’s like a dog now.” Kevin raised an eyebrow, watching Eil from a distance. “Apparently, he’s some rich kid whose father owns some government controlled thing. But now, he’s waiting at the lobby to open the door for me.”
Kibum didn’t laugh, sighing softly.
When the car did stop, the nightmare he never wanted to see happened. Despite Kevin’s criticism, the younger went ahead out of the door that Eli pulled open and clung onto him. A loud shut of the car door woke Kibum up, eyes finally tearing away from the scene.
Kibum tried to think of all those embarrassing this man had done, like fumbling with Kevin’s clothes and almost slipping on his own underwear in his haste to get to the bed. They had talked about this and Kibum was laughing, but right then, there wasn’t any urge to laugh. In fact, it didn’t feel as funny as it had been.
Kevin said something about the man trying to win an edge over him because Kevin had unknowingly offended him, but with just one touch, the man completely melted. And that the man mistook the number 6 for 8 and disturbed a couple who was getting ready for bed. It should have made Kibum rolled over in laughter, only that it ended up in the same depressing thought.
It didn’t matter, because Kevin was in this man’s arms right then.
-
“Kevin…” A needy whisper from behind, while Kevin turned back his head, biting his lower lip. Clenching his fist that were pressed against the wall, Kevin moaned, smooth bottom rubbing against the exposed thighs of Eli’s. Eli hugged his waist tighter, thrusting the man before him faster, harder, with a hint of desperation in his movements. “Call my name.”
Kevin frowned at the wall, not stopping in his screams. This wasn’t good. Kneeling down as if his legs lost strength, Kevin then spun around, kissing the leaking erection that was just at his eye’s level. Caressing gently, stroking the inner thighs of the man, he felt his hair being tugged forcefully till the point where it hurts.
“What’s your name?” Kevin asked, lapping up the pre-cum while looking up at Eli with hazy eyes. Eli winced, groaning at the tingly sensation sent up his spine, uncontrollably moaning out his own name.
“Eli…” Kevin repeated, standing up and circling his arms around the customer, brushing his lips against the other man’s cheek. Observing the man’s skin condition at such proximity, Kevin breathed gently, then hovering over his lips. Smiling slightly, locking their eyes together, Kevin whispered temptingly. “Do you want me?”
“Kitty, I’m the one who is supposed to ask you that.” Eli smirked, a pinch of sanity returning to his head. Of course, he would be the one hearing Kevin moan for him. Hands sliding down the slender waist once more, Eli raised Kevin’s chin, nibbling onto his lower lip. “How much do you want me?”
Kevin could slap this man right then, with that smugness that irked him to death. Nevertheless, he grabbed onto Eli’s hands and led them to his own length, moaning and biting his lip as if to suppress the sexual sounds that accidentally slipped out. Eli slowly stroked the erection, watching Kevin writhe in ways he never knew was possible, feeling those long fingers digging into his shoulders.
“Eli…” Kevin cried out, buckling his hips to the touch. Heavily breathing against the other’s ear, Kevin gasped sharply, lips trembling as he spoke. “Take me.”
Carrying Kevin’s dainty form, Eli then did as he was told, entering Kevin without any hesitation. Kevin screamed, arching his back to the length thrusting into him once more. Wriggling as much as he could, screaming out the customer’s name at the suitable time, Kevin felt a stronger throb from within him. Smiling dazedly at Eli, Kevin had this urge to kiss something.
At this time…Kibum would have kissed him senseless. And…touched him so gently as if he mattered.
“You’re blushing.” Eli smirked, cupping Kevin’s face before thrusting deeper, as if the other man’s flushed face gave him more energy to do so. Kevin giddily nodded, whimpering at the roughness burning him. The smug smile on his customer’s face then slowly faded, face contorted in some sort of pain. Kevin rubbed the man’s chest, stimulating him further and soon feeling a warm load being released in him.
Eli started riding out, panting heavily. With a contented look, he then collapsed beside Kevin, mumbling something like he could go clean up and leave. Beaming at this, Kevin didn’t even mind the erection he still had, hurrying to clean up and meet with Kibum. It wasn’t really that late yet, so they could get supper together or something.
“But don’t let any guy touch you.” Eli yelled. “Just go home and sleep.”
“I’d be an idiot if I were to listen to you.” Kevin rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath.
-
“It’s only nine, come on, let’s go somewhere?” Kevin whined, massaging Kibum’s shoulders and trying his best to persuade the older man to go out with him. Kibum turned to him and sighed, finally agreeing, fishing out a bundle of cash that vaguely looked like the sort Kibum always gave him after spending time with Kevin as an escort. “I don’t want that.”
“But we’re going out.” Kibum raised an eyebrow, moving to the car anyway. Holding the bundle of money, he felt Kevin’s hand push the money back towards him.
“Well, we’re going out as friends.” Kevin simply replied, getting onto his side of the car before checking his own wallet. Mentally doing some sums, Kevin then instructed Kibum to drive two junctions down the road and then turning left. He would give further instructions later when he can see exactly where he was. “It’s my turn to recommend you some store! It might not be as good as the one you told me, but I like their fruit punch with a variety of fruits. Cheap and really refreshing!”
Kibum nodded, already feeling a sort of longing for the younger man on the fifth day of the thirty days Kevin was booked. He couldn’t concentrate on the lecture videos sent to him, afraid that while he was busy catching up on his homework, a part of Kevin might have just fallen in love with the other man that intruded into the picture.
Kevin recently…only talked about that man.
And Kibum understood he was being jealous, jealous that someone had such a capability to keep Kevin away from any men. If he could even just hold Kevin hands in these days, Kibum was already considered lucky. He had never fully understood why he shouldn’t get emotionally attached to his research subject, knowing that humans would take pity and all. But now that he had fallen, fallen deeply, he wasn’t taking pity on Kevin.
He wanted Kevin. He wanted those eyes on him, he wanted that smile for him, he wanted those cries, whether sincere or not, for his own ears. And this yearning just so easily steals his every breath, harshly reminding him that Kevin was now under money’s control, in someone else’s arms and he could not do a single thing about it to change the facts.
He secretly hated Kevin for succumbing to the money. He secretly wished for Kevin to violently reject such an idea, to have his days revolving around just one man, but he didn’t. Kibum knew Kevin wouldn’t have a say, but if only he could show a hint on unwillingness for Kibum to feel better.
And he secretly hated Kevin for telling him of all the stories about the man. He needn’t know where Kevin had went, what Kevin had ate, what gifts the man bought him. He would never have wanted to hear Kevin say the way the man tugged his hair in the peak of their lust, the way the man’s kisses his ear, the way the man thrusts into him, but Kevin kept talking. It didn’t matter how Kevin scrunched up his face in the midst of his words, disgusted, because whatever the man had done only proved Kibum’s helplessness in the situation.
“Are you listening?” Kevin frowned, nudging Kibum when the older jerked at the touch. “Sorry, did I scare you?”
“Aren’t you tired? Take a nap.” Kibum managed a smile, distractedly helping Kevin adjust the chair so he could sleep comfortably while holding the steering wheel in place since they were travelling on a straight lane. He could feel the younger watch him intently for a moment, before the stare eased a little, seemingly satisfied with Kibum’s reply.
“Now that you’ve said it, a little.” Kevin laughed, waving the thought of Kibum being unfocused recently away while he wriggled in the seat to make himself comfortable. “I won’t sleep though, it’s just round the corner.”
“Mm.” Kibum hummed, sighing inaudibly.
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And it all begins ;)