Dangerous |ksj + knj| (eng)

Chapter 6: a Ball, part 1

(choking, teasing, vibrator)

"Oh, where are you going, Jin?" Hoseok asked the man, whose eyes were glued onto his figure in the mirror. He was wearing an expensive suit, which had been gifted to him. He fixed his bow tie. "You look absolutely stunning."

"Thank you, I know," Jin replied, applying perfume on his neck. "Namjoon has invited me to some party or whatever rich people do. He needed an accompaniment."

"Oh, well that's cute," the latter smiled, leaning against the door frame.

"Not really. He asked after fucking my brain out in his office on his desk. And he finished his monologue 'I'll give you tons of money if you go.' And I don't really get much of a chance to say 'no', don't I?" Jin said, taking a black collar that had been in the box with the clothes he was currently wearing. He zipped it behind his neck, checking the shiny rhinestone in the shape of a drop right in the middle. He bit his lip as he could not help but feel expensive and sexy.

"And they say that romance was dead," Hoseok chuckled. Jin looked at him and smiled.

"But you know, at least I will be the most beautiful person in the entire room," he added a little bit more highlighter onto his collarbones, studying his face in the mirror.

"Well, Namjoon is waiting for me," he said, as he checked his messages. Taking his wallet and other personal belongings, he said goodbye to his roommate and closed the door behind himself.

In front of the house, there was a beautiful white car. The driver got out, opening the door for Jin, who greeted him and sat inside.

"Hi," Namjoon smiled upon seeing the other, who fastened his seatbelt.

"Hello," Jin looked at him, "nice car," he complimented.

"Thanks, that's Audi RS-"

"-Q8, eight-speed automatic transition, 600 horsepower," Jin smiled at the man, who was staring at him, visibly impressed.

"You're good. I don't even know that and I own it," Namjoon chuckled.

"I just enjoy cars," Jin said, shrugging his shoulders.

"What else do you know?" Namjoon asked quietly, the tone of his voice almost seductive. He moved closer to the other, whose eyes did not leave his.

"I know that it has all-wheel drive, can go from 0 to 100 km/h in just 3.8 seconds..." the older gasped when the younger wrapped his hand around his neck and began kissing it. He closed his eyes.

"Continue," Namjoon appealed, his lips not leaving the latter's neck, who obeyed.

"You can up the car up to 240 kilometres per hour, and there's a 4.0-litre engine."

"Hmmm," he sucked on Jin's sensitive skin, leaving red marks. He bit his lip.

"But there's one thing for sure," Jin continued, almost whispering. "Your driver is wasting the potential of the beast that we are currently sitting in. Don't you feel how the baby wants to go faster? You paid 200 thousand dollars for this, it's a shame that it's only going 50 kilometres per hour, isn't it?"

Namjoon pulled away, making eye contact but he almost immediately pulled Jin closer, their lips crashing into each other. He cupped the older's face as their kiss got hungrier and sloppier, the seatbelt burning his skin but at that moment, he did not give a single damn.

"Sir, we are here," the driver announced way too soon for the two, who pulled away from each other, their lips slightly swollen from kissing for several minutes. They unfastened their seatbelts and got out, Namjoon offering his arm to Jin, who accepted it.

"You look very handsome tonight," the younger said, smiling.

"I'm handsome all the time, what are you talking about?" Jin giggled, walking towards the entrance. Namjoon nodded in agreement, smiling.

They walked inside and Jin was pulled right to the bar. They stood in line and the older looked around the room, at the beautiful massive chandelier in the ceiling. He got lost in his thoughts studying the dark wooden bar and golden decoration in the room, as Namjoon ordered without asking him. He placed a wine glass in his hand and Jin looked at him. The taller smiled, clinking his glass.

"Oh, cheers," the older said, smelling the wine and then drinking only a small amount of the alcohol. Namjoon watched him carefully, analysing almost.

"So, what do you think?" he asked as Jin made eye contact.

"You probably expect me to say that I can feel the flowery taste from Provence but I will disappoint you - I... I just like it?" Jin shrugged his shoulder and Namjoon giggled quietly.

"That's good. But you're right - it is from Provence. How did you know?" The younger brought the glass to his lips and drank a little.

"Wild guess. I know a lot of rich people love wine from France."

"This is rosé and it's called Les Clans. It's aged in large French oak barrels in Provence like you said," Namjoon smiled, "You know a lot about cars, I love alcohol."

Jin chuckled, holding the wine glass at the base.

"We should go sit down, it's about to start."

"What is about to start?" Jin tilted his head and the latter offered him an arm again as they walked towards their chairs. Namjoon, as the gentleman he was, pushed the chair for Jin, who sat down and thanked him quietly.

"It's a charity gala, so now people from the charity will talk and then some rich people as well," the taller sat next to him.

"Oh, will you have a speech too?" Jin looked at him and Namjoon winked.

"Maybe, who knows," he smiled. The older giggled quietly.

"Well, I can't wait to see you up there, Sir."

Namjoon's face became emotionless and Jin smiled, being a little tease. While they were at it, he might as well have a little fun.

The lights became dim, only shining brightly on the stage, where a woman in a beautiful red dress was standing with a mic in her hand.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for-"

And that was everything Jin had heard before his senses were focusing on quite different thing; which was a tingling sensation in his bum. He closed his eyes, trying not to get lost in the pleasure.

"Calling me Sir, hm? Haven't you learnt anything?" Namjoon leaned closer to the other, his breath tickling the latter's ear. He smirked, watching Jin struggle to keep it in and turned it up slightly, which made the other bite his lip. The older was grateful that the room was dark and everyone's attention was on the woman, who was talking about something on the stage. He felt his dick harden, making a bulge in his pants. Namjoon noticed and rubbed it softly, which made Jin squirm in his seat. He looked at the younger, whose smirk still did not leave his face.

As soon as the older pushed his thighs together, the vibrations stopped. He relaxed a little bit, breathing out but they were back in a minute. His eyes opened as he bit his lip. He tried to hold onto something, so he grabbed the chair handle, squeezing as pleasure waves were crashing into him. Oh, how much he hated and loved this job at that moment.

The other was watching him, smiling victoriously. He leaned back in the chair, his arms crossed on his chest, as he enjoyed the view.

Everyone suddenly began to clap, which brought the older into reality and did the same, looking around if anyone noticed. To his luck, no one seemed to care. He tried to focus on anything rather than on the vibrator inside of him. He shifted his attention to the stage, where now probably a rich man in a suit stood. Jin gulped and relaxed, as the vibrations stopped again.

He breathed out, trying to collect himself but also prepare for another wave, which he was sure would come. He did not want to climax in his own pants; that would be so humiliating and disgusting, but he did not know how much longer Namjoon would push his buttons.

As he felt another impulse, he pushed his thighs together again, trying not to make a sound, his breathing heavy. He kept his eyes glued onto the man on the stage, who was talking, but his words came into Jin's brain and left immediately. He could feel his pants getting slightly wet from the precum as he bit his lips, cursing Namjoon in his mind.

He did not know how long he was feeling the vibrations for, but it was killing him. Suddenly the applause pierced the room again and Jin joined, acting as if he was not close to coming in his pants at that moment.

"And now I'd like to invite on a stage another of our main sponsors, Kim Namjoon."

The vibrations stopped as the man got up, walking towards the stage. He took the microphone and smiled at the crowd.

"Hello, let me thank you all once more for coming. I do believe that supporting charities like this one either through galas or any other way is essential and particularly important. I am happy to see so many of you here, it means that you don't want to turn a blind eye on people, who need help..."

Jin took a glass of wine and drank it slowly, focusing on that handsome man talking. The black suit he was wearing really fit him and his chocolate eyes were reflecting the light shining on him from above. He looked so intelligent and important standing there and talking and Jin was sure his speech was interesting, but he could not seem to concentrate, his mind fully occupied by the beauty of the speaker. There was something magical about that dimpled smile and about the soft hair and those kissable lips and those muscular arms.

And that thick and big cock-

"Thank you for listening, enjoy the rest of the evening," he finished his speech with a smile and the crowd clapped together with Jin, who woke up from his daydreaming. Namjoon got off the stage and walked back to his seat.

"You were good," he complimented the man, who took a seat and smiled at the other.

"Thanks," Namjoon replied, taking the glass, and drinking the pink liquid.

The rest of the evening went pretty quickly with a little small talk with other rich people and slight teasing here and then like ass grabbing, calling Namjoon 'Sir' or playing with Jin's collar.

The older sat in the car, closing the door behind himself. They both fastened their seatbelts, the driver starting the engine and leaving the fancy complex.

"I had a wonderful time today," Jin smiled at the younger, who replied with the same enthusiasm.

"Yes, thank you for coming with me. I enjoyed it very much."

"The wine was amazing. It was light."

"You know, France. The best of the best," Namjoon chuckled.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, Mr Kim but where are we going?" The driver said, looking through the mirror at the man.

"My house, thanks."

"Your house?" Jin asked. "Did you forget about me?"

"No, you're coming with me."

The older blinked a few times. "Excuse me?"

Namjoon turned to him with raised eyebrows. "I'm sorry?"

"I mean, you didn't even ask me," Jin said, biting his lip.

Namjoon snickered. "Okay, do you wanna come over? The night is still young, and I want to have sex with you."

Jin choked on his own saliva, coughing a little because the latter's honesty surprised him. Namjoon raised his eyebrows again.

"You okay?" he asked and the older nodded, still coughing.

"Y-yeah, I am fine. O-okay, I'll go."

"What surprised you there?" Namjoon asked, watching the latter calm down.

"Your straightforwardness, Sir."

Namjoon cast a long glance at him, his eyes burning holes through him. Jin looked at the latter and smirked.

"Do you want me to fuck you right here?" Namjoon groaned and grabbed the other by his throat, gently squeezing on the sides.

(The driver rn: 👁👄👁)

Jin smiled as he maintained eye contact, biting his lip. He looked Namjoon up and down, challenging him to assert dominance.

"I asked you a question. Answer."

"You'd like to do that, wouldn't you?" Jin smirked at him.

"You little brat," Namjoon groaned, pressing on the latter's neck. The older gasped lightly, still maintaining eye contact.

"When we get to my house, I'm gonna show you, who's the boss here. You have been teasing me all evening and I'm tired of it. Someone needs to learn their lesson."

Jin stared at the latter, a glimpse of fear in his eyes. He knew that the other was serious and his ass would be broken after he was done with him. Namjoon smirked, enjoying the look on the older's face. He let him go and the other gasped quietly, who rubbed his neck lightly.

He was scared and yet a little excited and curious about what was about to happen.