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Oh hey hit took me three days to figure out what to do with this chapter

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"Jungkook.. calm down." Yoongi hummed, mixing a drink for a costumer.

"I can't.. I don't know.. What's-" Jungkook groaned, not wanting to reveal why he was upset.

"Have a drink, calm down, and crawl out from whatever angry hole you've dug yourself."

Jungkook looked at Yoongi, and shook his head. "I have to drive."

"Okay okay, but like smile. No one likes it when you're grumpy. You look weird."

"Thanks, hyung." He said sarcastically, and took a deep breath. He didn't understand why he was acting all tense.

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"Ah~ fuck.." Hoseok gripped at the sheets below him, loving the feeling of getting fucked roughly. The man who bidded him for the night had a nice dick.

Jackson Wang, he said.

He grunted, feeling the hand on his hip tightening, as well with the hand around the back of his neck, pushing his head into the mattress. His head was tilted to the side so he could breathe.

"Shit! Fuck- fuck fuck... there.. there again.. please right there~" Hoseok gasped, feeling Jackson thrust and hit his prostate. It felt as if he was getting his prostate fucked out of him. Odd sounding, but it felt good. So good.

Jackson chuckled, and sped up his thrusts, loving the delicious moans falling from the olders mouth. Hoseok was practically melting, he was in euphoria.

When he was watching the mans solo performance, he was absolutely enthralled, and instantly knew he wanted him. He knew he had to have the man.

He was better than Jackson had imagined. He was tight, submissive, sensitive, and had loud, perfect moans.

Perfection of a human if you've ever seen it.

Hoseok felt as if he was in heaven, he felt so good. But there was something.. missing, almost. He didn't know what, so he couldn't figure out what it was. He was too far into his pleasure-driven mind to care right now.

"Shi- ah! I'm gonna cum.. I'm- fuck..!" Hoseok pleaded, his back arching a little. The younger males hips worked at a fast pace, and it felt amazing. His prostate was being thrust into repeatedly, almost as if abuse. But it felt so good, he was nearly crying.

"Come for me, baby~" Jackson groaned, feeling himself near as well. The man sure as hell could take a good dicking.

As Jackson kept thrusting, Hoseok felt the explosion of an orgasm explode across his lower stomach, and to his groin area, and finally, he came, sobbing in pure pleasure.

Jackson didn't stop, however. He kept thrusting himself, until he came, pulling out to cum inside the condom, a low growl coming from his mouth. Not his favorite way to finish, but he signed a contract.

Hoseok was panting hard. His ass was still up in the air, as he hadn't gotten enough energy to move just yet. The younger males hand was no longer holding his neck, but he didn't move. He felt like his orgasm milked every ounce of energy out of him.

Jackson went to the table by the door, and grabbed the pack of baby wipes. The club kept some in every private room, so they could clean up cum and other things off their body's after private sessions. They were sanitary and safe for the body.

Hoseok shivered as the cold wipe was rubbed along his skin, silently thanking the younger.

After he had finished cleaning up the older male and himself, he pulled on his clothes. He noticed that now Hoseok was on his side, looking sleepy.

"Hey, hey.. lets not fall asleep just yet, okay?" Jackson cooed at the male. "You're not done with work yet."

"Mmh.. yes just.. give me a bit.."