The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

830 🫣 In The Devil's Lair Itself | M

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A/N: Long chapter today... I'm sure it is much welcome... ♡

I also hope to god my smut capabilities have progressed enough to do this justice... 😳

Jae had to hand it to Kim. His apartment really was the fucking picture of luxury. He'd never gotten used to it, no matter how much time he spent there. Black ceiling and walls, floor to ceiling windows looking over the heart of the city. Minimalistic but somehow seductive in its charms...

'Oi, stop gawking and tell me what you want to drink.'

Torn from staring out the windows along beside his lavish looking window sex-seat, and—what seemed to be—a riding crop hanging from a hook beside it, he looked at Kim in his kitchen, pulling two glasses from his cabinet effortlessly with one hand, before looking over his collection of alcohol on display in his wall. His dark black silk shirt pulled as he reached up, causing an extra button to undo, and fabric falling aside, he copped a decent look at his chest and a dark nipple disappearing in the shadows...

Body on his... Naked... Hot... Feeling nothing but sheer muscle and hearing moans before lips come down on his...

Stop thinking about the dream, he snapped at himself, appalled in all aspects of the word. He immediately shifted his gaze to his wall of booze. 'Jesus, starting your own bar are you?' he asked instead of snapping, wandering over and scanning his eyes over the labels—none of which he recognised.

Kim rolled his eyes before plonking the two glasses down on the narrow glass shelf holding some fancy looking bottles, each pre-opened with varying levels of gold liquid left. Taking one, Kim glanced at the label, letting his dark eyes wander over it, before pulling the glass stopper from it and pouring just half an inch. 'You have your music and whatever. I enjoy a decent drink now and again, but if your ego is feeling a bit bruised, then there's beer in the fridge.'

Huffing, he glared at him, wandering over to stand in the kitchen and leaning against the bench. Turning to look out over his living room, he stared out the windows at the city lights, and let his mind wander...

'Thanks for letting me crash here,' he said, mind filled with how badly he'd needed a night away from home... Time to himself, freedom... A break...

He heard Kim sigh, and a moment later, he found himself with a glass of god-only-knew-what being plonked down in front of him—an amber syrupy liquid that shone golden lights across the marble bench, glowing through the crystal glass.

'I'm surprised you asked, to be honest,' Kim said, turning and resting back against the counter to stare at the display wall instead.

Glancing at him, he was hit for a moment with the realisation of how much not only their heights varied, but their builds. Sure, he himself had a bit of muscle to him from martial arts and how often he was carrying his mom around. But Kim...