The Escort Service

chapter 5

Chapter 5 part 1



  Jeongguk  slathered melon-scented lotion on his legs before he pulled a slinky robe over the tank top in deep reds that he’d bought in Hong Kong the week before.



  He went over to pull an envelope of cash out of his purse and placed it on the table in the hotel room, just as he heard his cell phone buzz.



  Glancing at the caller ID, he connected and said, “Hi, Jimin .”



  “Hey there! So you’re finally back, are you? You’ve been gone forever.”



  Jeongguk  had called his cousin as soon as his plane had landed that afternoon and had left a message saying he’d arrived safely. “I’ve just been gone a month. Hardly forever.”



  “Well, it felt like forever to me. I guess you were having such a grand time scouting out exotic locales that you didn’t miss me at all.”



  Jeongguk  chuckled. He’d spent four weeks in Hong Kong doing research for his new book and attending an international fiction conference where he’d given a workshop on writing romance. It had been a good trip, and was glad he’d gone.



  But it did feel like he’d been gone forever.



  “So are you going to come over tonight? I’ve got beer and we can order pizza.”



  “We’ll have to do it tomorrow,” Jeongguk said, returning to the bathroom to run a brush through his loose hair.



  “Why? What are you doing tonight?”



  Jeongguk blushed a little as he stared at his image in the bathroom mirror. His hair was shiny, nicely cut. His cheeks were rosy and his smooth skin set off by the vibrant colours of the silk. And his eyes were sparkling with excitement.



  He was so impatient he felt like squirming, and it was still fifteen minutes until seven.



  “I have plans tonight,” he said vaguely, knowing as he spoke the words that his evasion would never work.



  After a brief pause, Jimin exclaimed, “You’re seeing him tonight, aren’t you?”



  “Jimin ,” Jeongguk  began, turning the word into a warning.



  Jimin , of course, ignored it. “You are! As soon as you hit ground in Seattle, you rush right into his arms!”



  “I’m not rushing into his arms,” Jeongguk said, a little annoyed by his cousin’s implications since it didn’t at all capture his interaction with Taehyung . “We just scheduled an engagement for this evening.”



  “An hour after you land?”



  “Two hours,” Jeongguk  corrected. “And that’s just the way it worked out.”



  “You keep insisting that this thing isn’t serious, but tell me the truth. You’re not getting Pretty Woman inspired daydreams, are you?”



  “No! Of course not. Give me a little credit. I’m not a fool. I like him. And I like the sex. And I pay him for his services. I’m not pretending it’s anything romantic. That’s just not how we are together. It’s professional.”



  “All right. I guess I believe you. I thought this whole thing was cool and fun at first. But I get worried every now and then. You’re not using it as a crutch, are you?”



  “Of course not.” Jeongguk sighed. He knew his cousin genuinely cared about his, and that Jimin couldn’t really understand his relationship with Taehyung  just by hearing about it second-hand. “I’m pursuing real relationships. I am. Did I tell you I met someone?”



  “What!” Jimin demanded. “Who? When? Where?”



  Jeongguk  chuckled, glad of the distraction and glad that he’d saved this bomb to drop on Jimin with maximum impact. “Asked like a true reporter. I met him at the writer’s conference. He’s from Seattle too. He’s a lawyer-turned-writer. You’ll never guess who it is.”



  Jimin hesitated for a moment, obviously searching his mind for possibilities. “How incredible would it be if it was that hot Min Yoongi. I saw him on a morning news show show last month. He had the most delicious jeans on and, with that five-o’clock shadow, wow!”



  Jeongguk grinned against his cell phone. “That’s the one. He was wearing those jeans when I met him.”



  Jimin squealed in thrilled delight.



  “I’ll have to tell you the details tomorrow. I think he’s interested though. We talked a lot. And we already made a lunch date for next week, and he asked if I’d go with him to a museum fundraiser next Saturday. I haven’t been this excited about someone in a long time.”



  “I’m dying for more info, but I’ll try to restrain myself until tomorrow. Just tell me this. If you’ve got this hot, scruffy, manly man waiting in the wings, why are you rushing back to fuck your gigolo.”



  Jeongguk swallowed. Then he shrugged in the empty room. “It’s kind of embarrassing, but I’ve been having sex with Taehyung  every week or so for the last three months. And now I’ve been away for a month. I guess I’m sort of in the habit.”



  “I get it,” Jimin cackled, “You’re horny!”



  After an appropriately snide reply, Jeongguk hung up. He knew Jimin was right, though.



  He was horny. Hornier than he’d ever been in his life. He’d taken his vibrator with his to Hong Kong and had to make use of it almost every day. It hadn’t been fully satisfying, however. He’d lain in bed more nights than he’d like to admit fantasizing about what he’d do with Taehyung when he returned to Seattle.



  The truth was he had rushed back to meet up with him again. He wasn’t sure he could wait another night.



  He’d been anticipating so much that he was already getting hard despite the distraction of his conversation with Jimin. He sat down on a chair and glared at the clock, which still said there were nine more minutes until Taehyung ’s arrival.



Then there was an unexpected knock on the door. Taehyung was miraculously, wonderfully early.



  Jeongguk flew to the door and flung it open.



  Taehyung  stood in front of him—lean, slick, and handsome in a blue dress shirt and black tailored trousers with black glasses. He looked so scrumptious Jeongguk wanted to slurp him down.



  Taehyung smiled at him, appearing genuinely pleased to see him. “How was your trip?”



  “No time for that.” Jeongguk yanked him into the room and pushed him toward the bed, already fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.



  A few minutes later, he was naked and his beautiful silk tank top, was disgracefully pushed up past his chests so Taehyung  could mouth and stroke his bare nipples.



  Jeongguk clutched at his head, pushing his mouth against his own sensitized nipple more firmly. He couldn’t stop pulling at him, trying to get him as close as possible, feel him as much as he could. His thighs were parted and his legs wrapped around his middle. He wriggled and rocked beneath him so he could rub his aching cock against his belly.



  To his relief, Taehyung  wasn’t as leisurely as usual. His mouth was hard and hungry, and his hands were demanding and seeking. He must have some instinct from years of experience that was able to tap into his mood because his hot urgency was exactly what he needed, exactly what he felt himself.



  He squirmed and clawed at him as he worked him up into deeper desire until he couldn’t take anymore. “Enough, Taehyung ,” he gasped. “I need you to fuck me now.”



  Taehyung  didn’t hesitate. Barely raised his face from his chest. Just reached over and grabbed for a condom and the lube from the nightstand. Then he finally pulled himself up.



  His face was a little flushed and his skin damp with light perspiration as he rolled on the condom and slicked himself up with lube.



  Jeongguk  practically howled with impatience until taehyung parted his legs and stroked him open with his fingers. Without prelude, he sunk two fingers into his channel, curling them up to massage his g-spot.

  Jeongguk made an odd throaty noise—almost like a purr—and arched his spine up off the mattress. As he pumped his fingers inside him, he tried to concentrate enough to decide what position he wanted to use today. They’d been experimenting and he now had quite a few positions in his repertoire. But he couldn’t make his mind work through his heated haze to settle on one to request of Taehyung  tonight.



  As it happened, he didn’t need to. Instead of waiting for his lead, he muttered, “Why don’t you turn over?”



  He did as he suggested automatically, his body clenching in excitement. His fingers remained inside him as he rolled onto his stomach, and the feel of the penetration as he shifted position was delicious and debauched.



  Taehyung  adjusted his hand to accommodate his sprawl on his stomach and he almost whimpered in pleasure as he fucked him with his fingers. Unconsciously, he lifted his bottom to give him better access, and he felt his free hand stroking and squeezing the soft flesh of his hips and ass.



  “Oh, God, Taehyung ,” he gasped, head jerking to the side as he felt a climax tightening inside him already. “I need to come so bad.”



  He made a strange sound. A grunt, or something. And then taehyung pulled his fingers out of his wet, clinging hole. Before he could whine about the loss of penetration, he’d replaced it with his cock.



  He slid into him with a smooth, hard stroke, and he bit back a cry of pleasure at the tight, tantalizing feel of cock inside him.



  He managed to look back over his shoulder at Taehyung . He was straddling his thighs and holding his bottom high enough to allow him access. But Jeongguk ’s upper body was flattened on the bed, and he felt helpless and deeply sexy at the same time.



  He clawed at the bedding and moved a pillow lower so he could bury his face into it if he felt the need to scream.



  When Taehyung began to thrust, his presence hot and tense and powerful above his own, Jeongguk was pretty sure he was going to need the pillow. The pressure of an orgasm was already at its breaking point, and his body writhed and shook beneath Taehyung’s hard, steady thrusts from behind.



  “Oh fuck,” he mumbled, burying his face in the pillow as the tension shattered in a hard climax. He smothered his cry of release so it came out as a muffled mewing sound. The tremors of his orgasm shook his whole body, and he heard Taehyung  make a guttural sound as his pulsing inner muscles tightened brutally around his cock.



  He kept thrusting though, and he was able to turn his head and gasp for air as the sensations finally leveled off. “More,” he rasped, fisting his hands in the sheets as he prepared himself for more pleasure. “Please, more.”



  Taehyung didn’t say anything. He hadn’t said a word since he’d told Jeongguk to turn onto his stomach. But he could feel him intensely at his back. Some sort of intense vibrations were radiating off of him, slamming Into him, and spurring him on to even higher need.



  His rhythm built back up, and the stroking of his cock into his tightened channel was hard and almost raw. But he needed even more of it. He tried to pump his hips to meet the other’s, although his position allowed very little freedom of motion. Taehyung’s pelvis slapped against the soft flesh of his bottom on every in-stroke, and the wanton sound mingled with the bed’s shaking and their loud, desperate breathing.



  Then he wrapped an arm around his hips until his hand found his swollen hard cock. He rubbed his cock in a massage so urgent it was almost clumsy, and the additional stimulation caused Jeongguk  to choke on new waves of pleasure.



Jeongguk came again. This time, he wasn’t prepared and he moaned and whimpered as he rode out the pleasure, not finding the coordination to hide his face in the pillow. As he contorted his face and sobbed out his second release, he heard Taehyung  make a rough, wordless sound behind him.



  Taehyung’s rhythm grew suddenly rough and choppy, and his hips pistoned against his ass. He kept rubbing his cock, and his body was trapped between the conflicting sensations of fucking and his massage.



  Jeongguk shook and shuddered as the tension tightened inside him again. His thrusts were rough and urgent, and he could feel the heat of his body, hear the almost frantic sound of his panting.



  “Oh ahh i’m,” he choked, his spine arching and his head lifting involuntarily off the bed. “Gonna come again.”



  Without warning, Taehyung  was right behind him, on the top, just at his back. Before he knew what it meant, he felt his teeth on his skin as he bit down on the dip of his shoulder.



  He cried out loudly—no pillow to muffle it—and came hard. As his body convulsed and the spasms of pleasure sliced through him, he was conscious of Taehyung ’s pelvis jerking against his bottom. The stifled, guttural sounds he made as his climax was drowned in his own cry of release.



  He collapsed forward when he finally came down, his body limp, sweaty, hot, and deliciously sated. He felt Taehyung’s weight at his back, his hot breath against his neck and shoulder. For just a moment, it felt wonderful—like he was as replete as he was.



  “Wow,” he croaked. “Mmm.”



  He grunted.



  “Wow. That was…wow.”



  He grunted again.



  “That was…that was incredible, Taehyung.” He’d never come so hard in his previous engagements with Taehyung. He’d never come so hard in his life.



  Then he felt Taehyung  pull his weight off of him and then pull his cock from his still clinging channel. He stumbled to the bathroom to take care of the condom, and he heard the water running. He was gone for a lot longer than normal, and he started to wonder if something was wrong with him.



  Taehyung hadn’t seemed quite his normal self today, he realized. He hadn’t talked much, and he hadn’t been as slow and attentive as normal.



  Maybe he’d been having a bad day. He seemed to be into the sex, but he figured he couldn’t feel like being the patient, careful mentor every single evening. Plus, he’d spurred them both into urgency tonight.



  Jeongguk hoped he wasn’t upset about anything, though. He’d hate to have had such an amazing time if he had been worried about something else.



  When he finally came back, he reached down to pull on his boxers like usual before he stretched out on the bed beside him.



  Jeongguk studied his face, but it revealed nothing but his typical, cool composure. “You all right?”



  He blinked, clearly surprised by the question. “Of course. You?”



  He gave him a crooked smile. “I’m pretty good.”



  “The sex was all right?” he asked, eyes sharp and observant as if they were searching for something in his expression.



  Now, Jeongguk was incredibly confused. “Um, yeah. Did you miss it? All right is a massive understatement.”



  His face relaxed slightly. “And you…you came enough?”



  Jeongguk  frowned. Surely he hadn’t been so distracted that he hadn’t even been paying attention to the way he’d enjoyed the sex and his multiple orgasms. He knew theirs was a professional relationship, but he didn’t like the idea of his focus being elsewhere. In fact, it bothered him a lot. “Yes. Three times is pretty good. Is it not enough for your ego?”



  Taehyung  relaxed his expression even more. He even smiled at him. “My ego is doing all right. Thank you.”



  Taehyung seemed more natural now, so Jeongguk hoped it had just been a temporary distraction. He certainly didn’t want Taehyung swooning over him like a tragic romance hero, but he hated the idea that he was just going through empty motions with him. They weren’t in love. They weren’t even friends. But they got along pretty well. And he hoped that maybe he could enjoy the sex a little with him.



  “So how was your trip?” he asked, turning onto his side the way he usually did when they chatted in between rounds of sex.



  More comfortable now that they’d fallen into their normal routine, they talked for a while. He told him about his research in Hong Kong. Part of him knew he needed to be careful, or he would figure out who he was when his next book will release. Still, he couldn’t help sharing some of the funny stories and interesting titbits he’d discovered.



  As they chatted, he realized he hadn’t just missed the sex. He’d missed their conversations. His wry, intelligent perspective and understated, dry humor.



  When Jeongguk asked him about his month, he gave no details. He never did. But still mentioned a few books he’d read and a trip he’d made to Martha’s Vineyard. He assumed the trip was part of a job, but he avoided asking for information about it. He really didn’t want to know who’d hired him for the weekend trip or what they’d done together.



  “How did you like that position just now?” Taehyung  asked, after they’d fallen into companionable silence after a long chat.



  “Good. Obviously.” Jeongguk slanted him an ironic smile. “Is that a favorite one for men?”

  “Rear entry usually is.”



  “I guess it gives a man a caveman thrill.”



  Taehyung  arched an eyebrow at him. “I suppose.”



  Genuinely curious, he asked, “Do you ever get a caveman thrill?”



  Taehyung was staring at the ceiling now and, at the question, he let out a slightly bitter chuckle. “I don’t think there’s much caveman left of me.”



  Jeongguk frowned, wondering what that meant. Wondering if he’d grown so cosmopolitan, cultured, and cynical that he felt like all surface—no longer possessing core, innate passions or drives.



  The thought made him a little bit sad.



  He’d never gotten much out of him about his background, beyond the little he’d said about his parents and the loss of his mother. Several things he said implied he’d been born wealthy. He knew he’d been to college and maybe even graduate school. And he knew it was his bitter relationship with his father that had pushed him into his chosen profession.



  He didn’t know if his life-choices were acts of revenge or desperation. Maybe they were both.



  “I’m sure you can act the caveman pretty well,” Jeongguk said casually, realizing his eyes were resting on Taehyung’s and not wanting him to know what he’d been thinking.



  “Of course, I can. Are you interested in that?”



  He sneered at him. “How many times do I have to say that I don’t want to pretend anything with you?”



  Taehyung  gave a half-shrug. “Just asking.”



  “I know what you can do. And do very well. So what won’t you do with one of your clients?” Jeongguk asked randomly, not even sure what prompted the question.



  Raising his eyebrows, Taehyung asked, “Looking to expand your repertoire?”



  Jeongguk snickered. “No. I’m pretty happy with what we have going. I was just curious. Are there things that you refuse to do as part of your services?”



  “Of course.”



  “What are they?” When Taehyung  hesitated, he added, “It might be good for me to know, so I don’t accidentally ask for one of them.”



  “I doubt that would happen. I’m pretty good at sizing people up. You’re not into anything I won’t do.” He spoke easily, naturally, and he looked relaxed and gorgeous stretched out on the bed wearing just a pair of silk boxers.



  Jeongguk privately wondered whether or not he was uncomfortable at the intimate knowledge of his character—or at least at how deeply he believed himself to know him. “So you really won’t tell me?”



  “I won’t do women,” he began.



  Jeongguk  blinked. It wasn’t what he expected him to begin with.



  “It does come up,” he explained at him, blank look. “Not as much now, since I only work through referrals. But I used to get a lot of requests.” He shook his head. “It’s just personal preference. I only work with men.”



  Jeongguk nodded, somehow pleased with learning this fact about him, although he recognized his satisfaction as irrational. “What else?”



  “I no longer do threesomes. I allow a third to watch but not to participate.”



  “And why is that? What if both of them are men?”



  Taehyung’s lip gave an almost imperceptible twitch. The first one tonight. The sight of it made him happy. “Honestly, a threesome is too much work. It’s too hard to focus enough on two men at the same time. I invest a lot of thought and concentration into each engagement, and I can’t work as effectively if my attentions are torn between two men.”



  “Interesting.” He was starting to feel a little weird now. He couldn’t help but wonder how much work and focus having sex with him had cost Taehyung . He pushed through the foolish worry.




Jeongguk didn’t have to prompt him to continue his list again. He went on, “I don’t do hardcore S&M. There’s not a high demand for that with my clients anyway, and it doesn’t happen to be one of my talents. I refuse to do anything that has the potential to do physical harm. No whipping, caning, significant bondage, cutting off airways.”



  Jeongguk stared at him. He wasn’t looking at him, but his face was perfectly sober.



  “It’s not worth the risk to me,” he explained. “Obviously, I’d be as careful as possible, but I can’t guarantee no accidents or flukes. As I said, there’s not a high demand for it anyway with my clients. They’re looking for romantic fantasies, for the most part. So I don’t do anything beyond silk bindings for a limited period of time and the occasional spanking.”



  “Huh,” Jeongguk said, mulling over what he’d told him. He’d honestly had visions of him performing all kinds of sleazy acts of depravity and he wasn’t sure what to make of his calm, rational explanation of his professional choices.



  “Are you disappointed in my white-bread ways?” he asked, with another twitch of his lips.



  Jeongguk giggled. “Don’t laugh at me. I just never thought about it before. I don’t blame you for being as careful as possible, though. You’re fortunate in that you’re able to choose only what you’re comfortable with.”



  “Yes. In that, I know I’m fortunate.”



  Something sober entered the mood between them with his comment, and they lay in silence for a few minutes.



  Then he asked, “Have any of your clients ever fallen in love with you?”



  His face grew oddly still. “Why do you ask?”



  “I don’t know. I just wondered. You’re a really attractive man who’s really good at sex. And you usually act out a romantic role, if I understand you correctly. It must be hard for some of your clients to separate fantasy from reality. That’s why I prefer it this way.” He gestured between their bodies to capture his point. “It keeps things clear.”



  Taehyung  nodded slowly, not meeting his eyes. “Yes. Some of my clients have fallen in love with me. Or at least, in love with the fantasy I give them.”



  “What did you do?”



  “Nothing, unless they approach me outside of our professional engagements. If they do, I no longer do business with them.”



  “Have you ever been stalked by clients who refused to end things?”



  “Yes. Twice.”



  Jeongguk  sucked in a breath, although he could see how it might happen. “What happened after that?”



  “The first man’s family stepped in and got his psychological care. The second man was arrested when he tried to kill me.”



  Gasping again, he sat up straight on the bed. “He tried to kill you?”



  Taehyung nodded, but his face was closed off, so he didn’t push for the rest of the story. Sometimes, over the last few months, he’d pushed too hard and Taehyung  had shut down and wouldn’t be genuine with his for the rest of the evening. He was careful now.



  “Have you ever been arrested?” he asked, purposefully changing the subject.



  “No.”



  Jeongguk stared at him, almost disbelieving.



  “I’m extremely careful,” he explained. “And now I only work through referrals. I do my research on all new clients before we discuss terms of any kind.” When Jeongguk  nodded, he lifted his eyebrows again. “Any more to this little inquisition?”



  “Sorry,” he said, smiling ruefully. “I’m just nosy, and I don’t know anything about all this.”



  “You don’t really need to know all the background for our engagements to be successful.”



  “Well,” Jeongguk  said, sticking out his chin at his cool, lofty tone. “I want to know.”



Taehyung’s lip twitched.



  He scowled at him, although he wasn’t genuinely annoyed with him obvious amusement. Taehyung really was irresistible when he repressed a smile that way. He only occasionally showed Jeongguk the practiced smile anymore—the sensual, urbane one he despised.



  Jeongguk’s eyes drifted down to take in his bare chest, lingering on the tight muscles of his belly. His boxers were riding low on his lean hips, and he found the waistband strangely tempting.



  Randomly, he wondered what he’d do if he just yanked his boxers down without warning. He was hit with the overwhelming urge to do so.



  He resisted. Such a gesture seemed too presumptuous and intimate for the nature of their relationship. It wasn’t like they were a couple where such a playful, teasing act would be natural.



  When Jeongguk’s eyes drifted back up to Taehyung’s face, he caught his eyes lower on his own body than his face. Taehyung had been leering at him the just way he’d been leering at him? His eyes adjusted quickly, focusing on his face with a casual smile. But he felt weirdly self-conscious and glanced down at himself. His beautiful silk top was wrinkled and disarranged. His chest was full, but the clingy top didn’t give his as much support. His belly and waist were slim, but his hips and ass were curvier than he’d like.



  It was nice to think the other had been admiring his gorgeousness but he wasn’t entirely convinced.



  All of these reflections were giving him definite ideas, however. He rolled over to glance at the clock and was relieved to see that it wasn’t even ten yet.



  They had a lot of time. He’d already had three amazing orgasms this evening, and he had this gorgeous, talented man at his disposal for two more hours. Plenty of time for more.



  He grinned at him, feeling remarkably pleased with himself .



  Taehyung  chuckled. “Why do I suddenly feel like a piece of meat?”



  Jeongguk laughed too and spontaneously rolled on top of him, loving the feel of his hard, lean body beneath himself. They were both grinning now, and their gazes met and lingered.



  Something warm filled his chest as they smiled at each other, and he leaned down unconsciously before he jerked to a stop with a gasp.



  Jeongguk wasn’t entirely positive, but he might have just almost kissed Taehyung. Without having any intention of doing so.



  It was inevitable, Jeongguk supposed. The lines in a relationship like theirs were bound to get a little blurred. In general, he was doing a good job keeping things in perspective. One near slip-up wasn’t the end of the world, so he wouldn’t let it bother him.



  But his heart was pounding painfully as he stared down at Taehyung . His lips were parted slightly and the expression in his dark brown eyes transformed from warm to deep to a little confused.



  Distracted by the memory of what he’d said the minute before, he frowned and asked, “I don’t really make you feel like a piece of meat, do I?” He still occasionally suffered from lingering guilt over participating in prostitution, even in a context such as this. And he really didn’t want to objectify Taehyung more than his profession would necessitate.



  Taehyung’s eyebrows drew together and the smile faded from his lips. “No. You don’t.”



  “Good.” It only took him a minute to recover his bright mood and excitement. He grinned down at him again and stroked his chest with his palms. He straddled his hips and spent a few minutes exploring his body and trying to figure out what kind of caresses pleased a man the most.



  Despite the number of times he and Taehyung had sex, he’d generally done more receiving than giving.



  After a few minutes of stroking and fondling—and a few experimental kisses on his chest and abdomen—he could feel Taehyung tightened beneath him. The muscles of his belly and thighs had visibly tensed. He felt a strange thrill of power at the ability to cause such a response in a man as cool and composed as Taehyung.



  Taehyung was letting him do this. And he wasn’t close to out of control. But still…



  Jeongguk could see his erection growing under the slick fabric of his boxers. He was definitely turning him on.



  Unless Taehyung was just doing his mental thing and trying to affirm his self-confidence.



  He frowned at that thought. But as his hands lingered at his waistband with a silent question and he nodded mutely, he had trouble believing it was all an act. He was perspiring again and his body was palpably tense. When he gently pulled down his underwear, his cock was close to fully erect.



  “May I?” Jeongguk asked, clearing his throat when his voice broke. He’d never caressed him intimately before. He always wondered if that was off-limits unless he paid for a blow job.



  Taehyung nodded again, something quiet and intense in his gaze. His eyes had been focused on his face, but they lowered to where his hands wrapped around his erection.



  He sucked in a sharp breath as he felt and squeezed his firm, warm shaft. He hardened even more beneath his touch.



  His subtle responses were turning him on with remarkable speed. He shifted a little, uncomfortably aroused despite the sex he’d had not long before.



  Jeongguk fondled and explored his shaft and balls for several minutes, until he was almost squirming with arousal and Taehyung  was having trouble lying still. He kept adjusting slightly, moving his hips or his arms. His body had clenched up like a fist, but he hadn’t spoken. And he hadn’t pulled away.



  “Ready?” he asked when he moved his hands away, letting his cock rest on his lower belly. His voice was thick.



  “Yeah.”



  Taehyung sat up and eased Jeongguk down onto his back. “Foreplay?” he asked, smoothly pushing slippery silk top up past his thighs and hips.



  Jeongguk shook his head against the pillow. “That was enough for me. You can fuck me now.”



  Taehyung stared down at him for a moment, and he couldn’t understand the intensity of his expression. Then he reached for another condom and the lube, and he didn’t let the question distract him from what was more urgent.



  “You want to try a new position?” he asked, his voice more natural than it had been earlier as he took care of preliminaries.



  “Sure. What did you have in mind?” He’d never guided him into an uncomfortable or demeaning position. Occasionally, he started out a little embarrassed, but he’d always grown to like each new position eventually.



  He adjusted onto his knees between his legs, parted his thighs even more, and lifted his hips slightly. Then he slowly slid inside him.



  He felt him deeply in this position, and his legs felt a little loose and ungainly, hanging down on either side of his body. He was glad he was still wearing his dress top because it felt like the excess flesh of his belly wouldn’t be displayed attractively. The penetration felt really good, though, and he liked how clearly he could see Taehyung’s body and expression.



  He breathed deeply and relaxed the way Taehyung  had taught him. And he felt spiraling pleasure on his first thrust.



  Taehyung started slow, taking his time. Jeongguk tried to move with him, although Taehyung had more control over his pelvis than he did. After several pleasing minutes, he finally felt a climax coalescing at his center. His motion grew a little jerkier and he stretched his arms out spread-eagle, fisting his fingers.



  “How is it?” Taehyung  asked, his voice thick again.



  “Good,” he mumbled, tossing his head a little. “Gonna come.”



  Taehyung’s rhythm sped up some, his hips working ceaselessly between his thighs. His expression was tight, almost rigid, and eyes never left his face.



  The pleasure grew and Jeongguk’s motion became more clumsy and frantic, his hands fumbling desperately for purchase on the bed and his head and hips moving restlessly. After a few more minutes, he came, with a smothered whimper and a dramatic arch of his back.



  Taehyung sucked in an audible breath as Jeongguk’s muscles clamped down on his cock, but his rhythm didn’t falter. Taehyung kept thrusting through the contractions and continued after his body had softened. Then he moved a hand down toward where they were joined so he could rub his cock.



  As the minutes passed and he fucked him with a steady, pleasurable rhythm, Jeongguk’s body kept responding with shameless eagerness. He came again. And then again. He didn’t feel like screaming this time, but kind of swallowed over each cry of release.



  Eventually, his body was drenched in sweat and aching with exhaustion, but he still wanted more. He was overwhelmed by a deep craving for Taehyung, for his body and the pleasure he was giving him. He showed no signs of faltering or losing his control. He was sweating too—streams of perspiration running down the sides of his face and the middle of his chest. He was still clenched as tight as a fist.



  But his eyes were unwavering, fixed on his face, and the motion of his hips was ceaseless.



  “Oh fuck,”  Jeongguk gasped after his fourth orgasm. His body squirmed desperately but Taehyung held his hips firmly with one strong hand. “You’re killing me.”



  “Too much?” he rasped, the words seeming to stick in his throat. He was still massaging his cock and the bit of flesh was so sensitive now it was almost painful.



  “No. Wanna come again.” His body was starting to shake as another climax tightened in response to the stimulation. “Faster. Please.”



  Taehyung intensified his thrusting and the pleasure swelled up and burst open. Jeongguk made involuntary sobbing sounds as he came once more, even though he tried to bite his lip over the helpless noise.



  With a breathless huff, Taehyung  shifted positions suddenly, leaning forward and bracing his arms on either side of him. The shift changed the angle of penetration, and Jeongguk’s cock was finally freed of the massage. But now all he could feel was Taehyung above him—heat from his shaking body overwhelming him, drowning him.



  He usually looked so cool and polished. How could he possibly generate so much heat?



  He was still holding onto the threads of his control, but he didn’t want him to anymore. “You come now,” he said weakly, his arms reaching up to hold onto his neck.



  He inclined his head, maybe a nod, maybe just a random twitch of his neck. His mouth was so tight now his lips were white, and sweat from his body was smearing onto his. He fell out of rhythm, pumping into him hard and fast.



  Jeongguk thought he would just enjoy watching him come, but the shaking of their bodies and the way his cock drove inside his pushed him into climax once more.



  “Oh God,” Jeongguk gasped, clawing at his neck and shoulders. He couldn’t stop, even though he knew he was leaving angry scratches on his skin.



  He grunted, and he read it as a question



  “Coming again.” His body tightened up and he tried to breathe as he’d taught him to. He couldn’t even begin to take a full breath.



  Jeongguk managed to wrap his legs around the other, squeezing him with his arms and legs. His orgasm was on the edge of cresting, and Taehyung’s hot, shuddering, urgent body felt delicious against him.



Jeongguk cried out breathlessly as the tension broke inside him, and Taehyung let go at the same time. As he rode out the waves of pleasure, he was conscious of Taehyung releasing a loud, guttural sound, just at his ear. His hips jerked and his body seemed to pulse as his own climax ripped through him.



  He collapsed back onto the bed with Taehyung on top of him He was soaked with sweat and shaky with fatigue and an overload of sensation. His eyes, throat, and lungs burned, and he was sore from his cock and the stretching of his stomach muscles.



  His intimate flesh felt swollen, and still throbbed with achy pleasure.



  “Oh good God,” Jeongguk gasped. He stroked the skin he’d scratched on Taehyung’s neck, shoulders, and back. “Oh wow.”



  Taehyung grunted, breathing damply and very fast against the crook of his neck.



  “Oh God, that was good,” Jeongguk said. His body was still radiating heat but it had softened lusciously with the release of so much tension. When he didn’t answer, he added, “You all right?”



  “Yes.” He straightened his arms, pulling himself off of him. Then he held the condom in place as he pulled his cock out with a slurping sound. “I’ll be right back.”



  Once again, he went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. And once again, he heard the water running and thought he was gone longer than usual.



  When he finally came back, he didn’t get back into bed. Jeongguk was a little disappointed, since they still had more than a half-hour left of the evening. Not that he could take any more sex tonight, but he always enjoyed their chats afterward.



  He knew Taehyung well enough by now to know that he was ready to leave. Not that he’d ever say so. He had paid until midnight. But he understood the question in his eyes as he stood looking down on him.



  Jeongguk was actually a little hurt. He’d had amazing sex—mind-blowing sex—and now he couldn’t wait to get away from him.



  Maybe Taehyung was tired, though. Maybe he’d had a bad day. He liked and respected him too much to make him stay just because he technically had another half-hour of bought time.



  With a smile, Jeongguk said, “You can take a shower if you want. I’ve had all I can handle tonight.”



  Taehyung thanked him and retreated to the bathroom with his clothes.



  Jeongguk sighed and told himself  to be reasonable. There was no reason to have his feelings hurt. This was business to him. While he was convinced he’d enjoyed the sex, there was no reason for him to linger afterwards, just because he felt like reflecting on how good it had been.



  By the time Taehyung came out again—cool, composed and fully dressed—he felt good again. Jeongguk had had two rounds of amazing sex and quite a few powerful orgasms. He definitely needed a shower to cool off and wash up, but after that he’d be able to enjoy the aftermath of his climaxes and have a long night’s sleep in a cozy bed.



  And tomorrow was Saturday. He could get settled again at home and hang out with Jimin.



  Plus he had a lunch date on Wednesday and another date next Saturday with a handsome, eligible man. The fundraiser should be fun—with a lot of affluent, important people to mingle with and have fun taunting. He’d have to go shopping with Jimin to find himself  a new, sexy dress. Min Yoongi really was gorgeous. With all the practice and experience he’d had recently, he wouldn’t even be self-conscious or scared about sex, so there was finally the potential to get serious about a man.



  He had nothing to complain about.



  When he got out of bed, he stumbled at a jolt of sharp pain between his legs.



  “All right?” Taehyung asked, eyeing him in concern.



  “Sore,” he admitted. “We had a lot of sex this evening.”



  He chuckled, and he was relieved to see he looked relaxed again. “We did.”



  “It was really good,” Jeongguk told him, sliding the envelope of money over to him. “I’m not sure what got into me.”



  His gaze was careful and observant, although he still smiled as he slipped the cash into his pocket uncounted. “What do you mean?”



  “I mean I was…was like an animal.” He blushed as he thought about his shamelessness. “I hope I didn’t scratch you too much.”



  “You didn’t.” One corner of his mouth quirked up. “I think the animal suits you well.”



  His comment was clever and flippant, but it made him blush again. This time from pleasure.



  “So we’re on for a week from Monday?”



  “Yes,” Taehyung said as he packed up his case. “I have you scheduled.”



  “Good. I’m looking forward to it.” He walked him to the door and leaned against it as he left the room. “Have a good week.”



  “You too.”



  As Jeongguk watched Taehyung walked down the hall toward the elevator, he had to ask himself  what he was more looking forward to: his first date with an eligible man he could possibly have a future with or his next engagement with Taehyung.