SMUT || MARKHYUCK

Ticket 2

I took my shirt off, pants afterwards. Underwear. The tip of my ears burnt more and more, hiding my lower naked half under the towel.

The leather over the cushion of the table I sat on sent cold chills to my body. I felt exposed and embarrassed. What the fuck was I even doing here?

The woman from before came to check up on me. The surprise on her face when she saw me just standing here was not something you see every day. Before leaving, she made sure to lemme know everything I had to do. I put my phone on silent. Kept my folded clothes in a corner. Had my towel on my hips and all I had to do now was to lay face down and wait.

wait for who?

It's just a damn massage; I scolded myself in my head. A free one adding to that. A war broke in my head, ceased when the room door open and closed behind. The black shoes stopped where I had my head buried. Those shoes were definitely men's. I gulped.

When the person spoke, they cleared my confusion from before. 'Since you're all set, I'll begin right away,'

His hands were icy.

Mark Lee picked up a glass bottle from the cart in the corner filled with body oil. He tipped the nozzle over the left shoulder of the boy who lay below him. The boy visibly shivered when Mark's hand touched his back. The oil trailed down between the valley of Haechan's back. He bit his lip.

Up and down. Dripping more oil as Mark's hand massaged the smooth honey skin. His fingertips soft. Pressing and rubbing. Haechan could feel the tingles from the man's finger to his member. Jerking with each force to the opposite direction. Poor thing, suffocating under the towel.

Mark moved his hands down, down to the start of the boy's butt. Haechan bit his lip a little more not to let out any sound when he felt the towel moved down a little. But it stopped as soon as it had begun.

The oil dripped on the back on Haechan's thighs. Mark's fingers rubbing and grabbing, pushing up, up, up with his thumbs till they disappeared underneath the boy's towel. Haechan moaned. Covering his mouth instantly.

Mark removed the towel slowly. Dripping the oil on the boy's buttocks. The liquid dripping down. Some between the butt crack, some on his hole, over his balls disappearing underneath. Haechan's dick tingled. Ass moving up in the air. Mark grabbed both butt cheeks between his hands, massaging up and down.

Mark Lee now stood astride the table. Hands busy massaging the bare butts of the boy who now sat up, head leaned to the back a little. A few hums escaping his lips. Teeth pressing lower, plump lip. Mark pressed his forefingers on the boy's hole. Earning a whine from the golden skinned boy.

'Lay on your back,' Mark whispers in his ear. The boy obeys.

Mark Lee grabs the oil bottle, tilting it over. Drops of oil cover the front of the boy's body. The wet sensation sending the boy into bliss. The black-haired covers the boy's nipple down, down, down, dodging his twitching member on his thigh. Dropping the bottle back in the cart. Mark grabs hold of the thighs, rubbing it up and down. Eyes focused on the expression.

He watches as his eyes roll back. Legs spreading wide. He circles around the member, not touching once.

Amused.