Max/Tul: Book of Short Stories

Smoke & Mirrors (Part 3)

Here's Chapter 3 for you! 

I'm sorry for the delay, but I hope it's satisfactory! This is the longest chapter (by quite a bit), and it's quite ... meaty, if I do say so myself XD haha 

I hope you enjoy! Love you all <3

Oh and also, this chapter is 18+

~ Seren_dipitous

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Before they were even able to open the door to their private room, Yihwa greeted them with a wide smile and shoved an expensive looking black bag into Knock's hands, winking when he blushed.

The two men looked at her in surprise and mild confusion.

"While you two were busy sucking face out there, I got this from the car." She chuckled, their friends appearing behind her, all of them with equally amused expressions on their faces. "And we got you this." Yihwa handed them a key-card.

"What's this for?" Korn asked, taking the card.

Cho slipped forward, wrapping an arm around Knock's shoulders.

"A few doors down is a hotel, we've booked you a room...for the weekend." He smirked.

"A birthday present, even back at your condo, you don't get a lot of time alone together...now, Cho packed you both some clothes and there's already a few things up there for you," Yihwa added, taking Cho's arm and pulling him away from the couple.

"I- thank you, all of you!" Korn smiled, his face beaming in the low-light.

"Yeah yeah, now shoo, go and spend time together!" Yihwa ordered. After they'd all hugged and said their goodbyes to the couple, they practically pushed them to the door.

The night air was a bitter cold compared to the almost stifling heat of the club, yet neither of them really noticed, both of them too consumed by their eagerness. Street lights cast golden pools across the floor as the couple walked hand in hand to the nearby hotel. Neither of them had really paid attention to it when arriving on the street, so they hadn't noticed just how huge the building was. After glancing at each other in curiosity, they went inside. The lobby was spacious, with slender mirrors lining the walls and an elegant chandelier hanging in the center of the room. Despite the late time of night, it wasn't as quiet as they'd assumed it'd be, people in suits and cocktails dresses drifting past, oblivious to the dumbfounded couple.

"Are we sure this is the right place? How the hell did they afford a weekend stay here?" Knock asked, his eyes wide in awe.

Korn seemed to think for a moment, and tightened his grip on his boyfriend's hand, before walking towards the reception desk. The receptionist was a petite woman, late twenties with dark brown hair and big eyes that shot open the moment she saw them.

"Hi," Korn smiled, "could you tell me if there's a reservation here under Trakarntapatawee? This is the key-card." He handed her the card, but it took a moment for her to realize he had something in his hand.

Her gaze was fixed on the two of them, not so subtly looking them up and down until she saw their linked hands, and a crimson blush spread across her cheeks.

"Uh yes, of course." She smiled back, flustered but polite, she took the card from him and quickly searched the database. "Yes, we have a room booked for two on the top floor, breakfast is included, as is dinner."

"Shia..."

"Perfect, thank you." Korn winked, immediately bringing back her blush.

Knock hit him playfully on the arm.

"Stop teasing her, leave her alone." Knock chuckled, "sorry P, thank you for your help." He smiled sweetly and she hesitantly nodded as she gave him back the key-card.

The two young men left the lobby and as soon as they were out of earshot, Korn laughed.

"Stop teasing her? Damn Knock, you're worse than me." Korn grinned, entering the elevator, Knock close behind.

"Yeah, because I'm the one who winked at her." He chuckled.

"Sure, and your sweet little smile did nothing."

"Aw, you think my smile is sweet?" Knock winked.

"Everything about you is sweet," Korn's smile slowly dropped to a puppy-like pout. "Did you need to show her that though?"

Knock chuckled and reached up to trace Korn's pouty bottom lip with his thumb.

"You're cute when you pout."

The elevator doors opened and they both stepped in, but the instant the doors closed, Korn had Knock backed up against the side wall. With a torturous slowness, Knock trailed his hand from the strong line of Korn's jaw, down his firm chest to his narrow hip; enjoying the slight hitch of his breathing.

"Jealous?" He whispered, warm breath fanning across his boyfriend's neck. Knock smiled playfully and leaned his back against the wall, slightly arched as Korn rested his thigh between Knock's legs.

"What if I am? Hmm?" Korn smirked and leaned closer, his thigh pressing against Knock's crotch and their lips hovering inches apart.

Knock breathed out a low groan and bit his lip, the pool of heat between his hips deepening as Korn leaned against his now obvious erection. Seeing the look of unhindered desire in his boyfriend's eyes, Knock was unable to stop the flush that spread across his cheeks. "Then..." Slowly, he reached up and gently grasped Korn's chin, his gaze sweeping back and forth from his eyes to lips. "I'll just have to remind you who I belong to." He leaned in and their lips met in a chaste kiss; gentle and soft, but fleeting.

Korn immediately leaned in for another, stopped by Knock as he pressed a hand against his lips.

"But not here." He smirked, a blend of teasing and shy.

"Why are you doing this to me na?" Korn groaned, resting his head on the wall beside his boyfriend's. Knock knew he was being unfair, but it wasn't without a purpose.

"Don't you want part two?"

Korn's head jerked up, his gaze burning with curiosity.

"Yes!"

"Then wait, baby." The elevator ride was over quickly, both men buzzing with anticipation. Although Knock denied him anything at that moment, it was almost impossible for him to ignore the tightness in his leather pants; he ached and started to regret being patient. 'I am a fucking saint...' With a deep, shaky breath he left the confines of the elevator, Korn following closely behind. His body started to tingle and burn, and he knew Korn was staring at him. He chuckled softly. "Stop staring at my ass."

Korn coughed nervously.

"Did uh...did Yihwa really pick those pants for you?" He asked as he reached out to stroke the soft leather.

"Yeah, not sure why though." He feigned, stopping when they reached their door.

"Remind me to thank her..." Korn muttered under his breath, making Knock bite his own lip in an attempt to hide a smile. Knock took the key-card from his pocket and opened the door, revealing the large, lavish room. "Shia..."

The room was...beyond anything they could have expected. The entire wall opposite the bed was lined with a large mirror, reflecting the extravagant metal-framed bed draped with luxurious red, silk sheets, and a lush white rug beneath; the floor seemed to be marble and made the room appear even more regal. The two men walked in, both taken aback by the sight, consumed by curiosity. Knock put his bag by the door to the en-suite and walked further into their bedroom. At the far end, curtains cascaded to the floor, pooling on the marble. Intrigued and eager to see the view, Knock pulled the curtains back, revealing a skyline that took his breath away.

"Wow..."

The city was cloaked in darkness, but dotted with clusters of multicoloured lights that looked like a blanket of stars; the skyline almost blending into the night sky. It was a strange feeling, being up so high, above it all, yet feeling so small. A pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him flush against the other's chest, a head resting on his shoulder.

"It's breath-taking." Knock sighed happily, leaning back into his boyfriend's embrace. "They've really out-done themselves." He chuckled, putting his hands on Korn's arms. 

"They have," Korn smiled into the crook of his neck and kitten-licked at his pulse-point. "However, as much as I want to thank them, right now ... it's about you and me." His breath brushed gently across Knock's skin, making his boyfriend tilt to expose his neck more. Korn moved his arms from Knock's grip and started to unbutton the other man's shirt, thankful for the subtle reflection in the window. As he slowly worked his way down, removing one button at a time, he peppered soft kisses up and down Knock's neck, he lapped, licked and sucked at the faintly shimmering skin, smiling at the hint of cherry it left on his tongue. 

Half-way down the shirt, he pulled back to appreciate his work and bit his lip as his gaze swept from the purplish bruises on his neck, to the exposed expanse of Knock's muscular chest. 

"So, baby, what's the rest of my present?" Korn whispered huskily, the depth of his voice sending a shiver down Knock's spine and making his cock even harder. 

Knock rubbed his ass against Korn's crotch, making the latter groan and grip his hips in a vice that Knock was sure would leave bruises. 

Knock moaned at the feeling of his boyfriend's fingers digging into his hips. His eyes clouding over with lust, shrouding everything with slight darkness as he fought the urge to pin Korn to the ground there and then.

'Or maybe the window...' He sighed, enjoying the subtle kisses Korn was trailing up and down his neck. 'No, come on, focus.'

Knock shook his head, momentarily clearing the almost unbearable wave of desire that was rolling through his body.

"Baby ..." 

"Yes?" Korn hummed into the crook of his neck.

"I need to go and get the rest of your present ..." He almost whispered, trying to hide the hint of nerves in his voice. 

Korn immediately lessened his grip and turned Knock to face him. "What is it?"

Knock chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to Korn's nose.

"Nuh uh ..." he shook his head. "It's a surprise, why don't you get comfortable, and see what they left us in the drawers? I'll be back in five minutes." He moved to go to the ensuite, only to stop in his tracks the moment he saw Korn's pout. "Don't worry, five minutes and then I'll be yours all weekend." He quickly claimed Korn's pouting lips in a fierce kiss, and darted to the ensuite, leaving his boyfriend baffled and wide-eyed.