hostage || jaeyong

twelve,

His breath was ragged as he slowly came to his senses.

He barely registered how his soft organ was pushed into the small transparent case, and thin leather straps were locked behind his back and right under his ass.

"Don't you think I will be able to take this out whenever I feel like it?" he said breathily, his eyes still locked on his own image in the mirror.

"No, I do not," Jaehyun answered, his words followed by a playful smack on Taeyong's ass. "You see, this is an item that comes with a small feature... a cipher. Of course, if the situation becomes unbearable, you should just come to me."

He placed a quick peck on Taeyong's lips.

"Now, get dressed. We are going out for a walk."

"At this hour?"

"Do not tell me you want to be in bed by nine? You basically slept for hours before dinner."

Without a word, Taeyong grabbed his jeans.

"At least, can I ask where are we going?"

Taeyong eventually spoke, seeing that Jaehyun was doing nothing else but stare at him while he was getting dressed.

"You need a new wardrobe."

"I don't think there are many stores open at this hour. Plus, I don't have any money on me. Wait, I hope you don't want to put me in a suit? I won't pay for it, and I won't wear it," Taeyong said defensively.

"We will go slowly, at first. I still think you could use some new t-shirts and jeans. The ones you are wearing are just too..." Jaehyun struggled to find the word.

"Cheap," Taeyong obliged with a small frown. "I told you, I don't have any money. I dress the way I dress because I cannot afford much else, and damn if I am going to feel bad about it, only because you're a bastard coming from money."

He had said all that in one breath.

Now that he was down from the high of his release from earlier, he had to face the harsh reality.

Jaehyun was out of his league, even if, through some miracle, he could try his luck with the guy.

"You are under my care, Taeyong," Jaehyun said gently. "This means that I will take care of all your expenses. As long as you live in my house, and obey my rules, no harm will come to you, and you will be treated well. That includes me buying you some clothes."

"So, I'm like a whore or something," Taeyong mumbled, crossing his arms across his chest.

Jaehyun seemed amused with his attitude.

"To be a whore, you would have to offer certain services. So far, while I must admit that I find you enthralling, I had to coax everything out of you. Due to your reluctance, I am quite certain 'whore' would not be an appropriate term. Plus, each time I have put your pleasure above my own, have I not?"

Taeyong bit his bottom lip.

He couldn't understand what Jaehyun got from their strange trysts.

It was true that the man showed no interest other than making Taeyong come.

Maybe he was suffering from some impotence? That could not be.

The man exuded sex through all his pores; yet, Taeyong had been the only one naked, and the only one getting something from both the times Jaehyun had touched him.