"You can consider yourself lucky that you are my last patient for today, Jeongguk-ssi. You scream so loudly that you'd have scared away everyone in the waiting room." Jimin chided him without any real bite in his voice, not actually peeved.
"S-sorry. I-I'm sorry." Jeongguk slurred before another lewd moan erupted from him. Thoroughly wrecked, his mind was too hazy to form more than two words at a time or even to just think about the rationality of his statements. He had no idea what he was apologizing for, but his thoughts were so foggy that he would have said anything just so Jimin wouldn't stop driving into him, his ministrations all-consuming.
"It's okay. I know how hard this can be, especially after your prostate has been neglected for so long. That's really not healthy, Jeongguk-ssi." Jimin smirked, sweat dampening his temples.
Jeongguk shook his head, nodded, then shook his head again, unable to process Jimin's comment, uncertain what the appropriate response was. "P-please." A frantic plea was all he could muster, not knowing what he was begging for.
"Aw, you're even cuter when you're being fucked so well you can't speak properly anymore." Jimin cooed, draping his body over Jeongguk's, burying his face in the curve of his neck. Jeongguk thought he felt Jimin nuzzling his nose against the sensitive spot behind his ear, followed by soft lips pressing against his heated skin before he heard a raspy whisper. "Just let go, Jeongguk-ssi. Cum for me."
And as if his body had just been waiting for permission, the tendon inside him that had held him back for so long finally snapped and Jeongguk came harder than ever before, a long drawn-out groan tumbling from his lips, his toes curling and eyes rolling back. Jerking violently, white ropes of cum splattered out of his swollen cock, sullying the examination table and the floor beneath. He could feel himself contracting uncontrollably, clenching around the intrusion, the unfamiliar feeling combined with the persistent stimulation prolonging his climax.
"Ah, there you go. Very good. Another successful treatment. Perfect." Jimin whispered huskily as his movements slowly became erratic and finally stopped after one final deep thrust.
Jeongguk could feel something inside of him twitching before his whole body was shaken vehemently by the sobs that now slipped from his throat. Relief flooded his veins as he sank limply onto the table, exhausted but deeply satisfied. All the remaining tension dissipated and he closed his eyes with a contented sigh. Jeongguk ached to give in to the temptation of letting himself drift into a bliss-induced sleep, so he didn't even open his eyes when a gentle hand brushed a strand of hair behind his ear. And he didn't move a muscle either as Jimin slowly withdrew the stimulator and carefully cleaned the remnants of the lubricant with a warm, damp cloth. It wasn't until after Jimin had rolled the hospital gown back down to cover his still naked butt that he opened his eyes again, focus returning as his laboured breathing eased.
Jeongguk was still a little dizzy as he slowly sat up with a little help from Jimin and perched on the table so he could look at the other, wincing slightly as his ravaged ass made contact with the solid surface. Only when Jimin regarded him with barely concealed amusement, his face slightly flushed, as if the treatment had strained him too, did Jeongguk notice that his hospital gown was still open, giving Jimin an unobstructed view of his entire body, thick cock lying flush and spent against his chiselled thigh. Flustered, Jeongguk hastily wrapped the two sides around his middle, fumbling with shaky fingers for the thin belt to tie it as his length twitched shamelessly under the doctor's gaze.
"How do you feel, Jeongguk-ssi?" Jimin inquired as soon as Jeongguk was presentable again, his gaze warm, fingers restless as if he had to fight the urge to place them reassuringly on the other's shoulder or leg.
"G-good." Jeongguk croaked, barely intelligible. He cleared his throat and tried again. "I feel good, Jimin-ssi."
"Excellent. I'm so glad to hear that." Jimin said cheerfully, looking and sounding every bit the experienced medical professional. "Do you need a moment for yourself before I explain the next steps to you?"
Jeongguk shook his head. He was still feeling a little fuzzy and would need more than just a few minutes to process the treatment. He'd rather do that at home, where he could think about everything in peace.
Jimin nodded with an encouraging smile before continuing. "You may feel a little sore. If so, you can apply this ointment for alleviation." He handed Jeongguk a small yellow tube from a display case. "You should also know that in some cases, with such long-term neglect, one or two relapses may occur before permanent improvement sets in. So don't panic if the problem occurs again. If that happens, just make a follow-up appointment as soon as possible, okay?"
His breath hitched. The expectant look that Jimin gave him sent a pleasant shiver down Jeongguk's spine. For a moment, he stared at the older in silence, getting lost in his dark eyes before shaking himself out of his trance. "O-okay, d-doctor."
"It's Jimin-ssi." The other corrected him fondly, gently placing a warm hand on Jeongguk's nervously bouncing knee.
"J-Jimin-ssi." Jeongguk repeated, returning the smile Jimin gave him before shyly averting his gaze. His thoughts made him blush, because for a moment he actually hoped that he would relapse so he would have a reason to come back soon. Maybe he could use this opportunity to ask Jimin on a date? Or was that inappropriate? Were doctors allowed to get involved with patients?
Jeongguk mentally chided himself. What a ridiculous thought. Aside from the fact that he would never dare to even ask Jimin for his number, a man as attractive as him was probably already taken. Though at least the other wasn't wearing a wedding ring.
"Jeongguk-ssi? Are you listening to me?" He heard Jimin ask in a mildly scolding tone.
Jimin held out a card and Jeongguk regarded it blankly for a second before reaching for it, not having any idea what the other had just said. "S-sorry. I was lost in thought for a moment."
"I said I wrote down my private number for you on the back. Don't hesitate to call me on the weekend if necessary, because quick action is required in the event of a relapse." Jimin repeated, leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest once more.
"Oh, okay. I-I will." Jeongguk confirmed, somewhat puzzled. Had Jimin just given him his number – for more than just professional purposes – or was his imagination running away with him?
"I'm glad to hear that." Jimin replied with a crooked grin and a wink. "See you next time, Jeongguk-ssi." He said in parting, sitting back down behind his white desk.
That was Jeongguk's cue to get up and return to the cubicle to get dressed. Still struggling to take in the unexpected events of the day, he headed home with the business card safely tucked away in his wallet, the number already saved in his phone. Now he just had to work up the courage to actually text Jimin. Smiling to himself, he decided that, if necessary, he would just have to suffer a "spontaneous" relapse on a Friday evening, when the practice had already closed and wouldn't reopen until Monday.
