date : december 2018 time : 12:29 kst location : the den
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CHAPTER ONE - preliminaries
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THE FRAGRANCED MIST SETTLED ON YOUR BODY, a quiet hiss leaving your mouth as it touched, "ah - fuck me - you really need to cut your nails."
"it's not my fault~" ten sat up, the black covers falling to reveal his bruised chest as he shuffled forward to look at you. "customers usually like it when i mark them."
"but i'm not just a customer, am i?" you teased, looking at him through the mirror. he was a way away, still in the main bedroom, but you caught it as his dark eyes met yours before moving down to your back, smiling at the cuts proudly. his view was soon obstructed, a silk black covering his art. you left the shirt open while you searched for some maroon trousers and tugged them over your legs.
standing upright again, you felt warm hands splay across your bare stomach. ten wove under your arms to face you, starting to button your shirt for you. you, on the other hand, took a gold watch off the cabinet behind him and fastened it on your tattooed wrist. when you were done, he moved your hand out of the way, pulling you down into a messy kiss by your neck.
"ten," you grabbed his naked ass and smacked it, making him moan into your mouth, "you better stop, before i fuck you again."
he smiled up at you, traces of lust in his eyes, "what if i want you too?"
"i don't think vicky would appreciate that very much." he rolled his eyes, stepping away from you while you took a red tie from your collection. "did you take your money?"
"yes, even though i've told you a million times that you don't need to pay me,"
"and i've told you, a million times, that i want to." ten left the walk-in closet and started getting dressed too, finding his discarded clothes from last night. you chose to ditch the tie, and instead unfastened the first few buttons exposing your collarbone.
"do you want me to drop you off?"
"nah, i've got another client, i think i'm late, even."
you laughed and slid your feet into your heels, "hurry up and get the fuck out then."
"you're such a dick, (n/n)."
you waved him off as you put on some jewellery and finished getting all your things together, not forgetting tucking your gun in the waistband your pants.
