EXO SMUT TIME: THE SHIPS

Needfully Impersonal

Rules are set in stone. Minseok must follow every single one. A broken rule was a pleasurable punishment worth receiving.

*Xiuchen
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The idea was that this was all a simple contract. A couple of glasses too many of champagne and low, jazzy music was when and where it should have ended. But the flirtatious glances, pretty smiles and persuasive suave dancing riled both of them to invade one of the many rooms in his father's mansion. Minseok is sure he has never been fucked so well in his life, remembering how his favorite pair of hands stretched him out in ways he was never aware of. He definitely remembered the heavy panting and dirty words whispered in his ear, his legs thrown over the business man's shoulder while his hands were pinned and tied above his head. He remembers the stars he saw, that gorgeous grin on the other's face, pounding into him relentlessly.

Minseok's heating up just thinking back to it.

Of course, it was to remain a simple one night stand. That was the intention. However, the very next day, having found himself tangled in the blankets of the guest room, alone and surely without traces of the older man other than the dark marks scattered across his skin, he was met by an expensive Rolex sitting on his bedside table. At first glance, he thought it was his but as he looked at it again, Minseok realized that it was not in fact his. Minseok's was thinner and less flashy, this one used as a clear sign of wealth and power. The business man.

So, by the end of the week, having finally worked up the courage to approach the ginormous corporate building, Minseok strode in. He was widely known as his father's youngest and smartest child, being the prodigy of his family. With a skill in the art of interior designing, he was able to make his own business, using his father's help for promotions. Not only that, he was a beautiful singer, wooing and earning the hearts of men and women with only his soft and delicate voice. He was the angel and baby of the Kim family, his sweet smiles and charming attitude making just about anyone fall.

Kim Jongdae was no exception.

So, it was no surprise that upon hearing the name of the gorgeous boy, the older business man let him inside his office without a second guess. Jongdae prided himself in being stoic and relatively neutral of emotion, standing up from his office chair with an air of confidence. Talk about presentation. Minseok falters in his steps, tongue suddenly in knots and oxygen not finding its way to his lungs. The air around him just screamed filthy rich and fucking proud of it.

They made awkward, but polite, conversation before Minseok leaned forward to hand the expensive Rolex back to the equally expensive man. He could not believe he slept with someone whose net worth was more than a billion dollars. Not only was this man's company and career expensive but his cock as well. He should have believed it because they had not made it even several feet towards the door when the older man had Minseok pinned to the door, fucking his tongue in and out of the smaller's mouth. It was hot, dirty and needfully impersonal.

This would be the second time they slept together and what Minseok had told himself would be very last.

He said the same thing the third time, the fourth, fifth and well... until he was practically screwed silly in all imaginable places. Jongdae's place was huge, rooms in all sorts of places and each one Minseok familiar with, in many, many different ways. Who knows how many times he was torn apart on the wall, pleasure coursing through his body in waves. He lost count after the second time, in all honesty.

But as said before, it was needfully impersonal. Minseok was not one for relationships, in fact, he disliked them greatly. Jongdae was a hopeless romantic and screwing up said dislikes. The business man was aware of this and at first tried to keep his distance, establishing boundaries that they were just acquaintances with benefits. He tried hard to forget about the boy during meetings, tried to rub off his soft and fruity aroma from his body each time they had sex. Until finally, he had enough of it and wanted to tell him that he had fallen, unceremoniously at that. When the time of confrontation came, for hearts and feelings to be spilled, he was greatly disappointed but not at all surprised.