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Gaon feels apprehensive once he sees the cream color envelope waiting for him right outside his doorstep, the deep red seal with a beautiful cursive ‘K’ engraved on it and keeping it close indication enough of who the sender is.

“Oh, god.”

He doesn’t even wait to get into his house to read it, quickly snapping it open and reading its contents while his hands shake. The message is clear, and with the same words he has been receiving for the past year, though the exhilaration he feels when reading it is the same every time.

Even if this envelope comes to him the same day of every month, he still can’t help the anxiousness he feels every time he sees it. And the eagerness as well.

He should feel ashamed actually, of feeling such excitement once he is summoned by him, but he can’t. Not even when Soo-Hyun looks suspiciously at him every time he changes the topic whenever she asks about his current debt.

The truth is, he is managing that debt quite well, always paying on time. If it could be called that.

Ever since he lost his parents, he had to be responsible of the increasing debt they left behind, and it was almost daily when he would get beatings from the loan sharks trying to get money from him, but what could he do at 16? It wasn’t until Kang Ji-Sang stepped in as an intermediary with such people that Gaon could finally take a breather. The man was cold and heartless, but at least he had more class when dealing with debts like the one Gaon had, which was not exactly his but still his responsibility to take care of.

And once the man’s oldest son took care, things were even better for him. Kang Isaac was incredibly gentle and empathetic, always giving Gaon extra time to pay his monthly quota. Like that, Gaon was able to make consistent small payments during the next 2 years, until tragedy struck the Kang family, and not only did Kang Ji-Sang died of natural causes, but his son Kang Isaac perished as well in a horrible accident at a church not soon after.

For a moment Gaon thought that the usual loan sharks would appear again to beat him up daily as they used to do, but no. Instead he received a cream color envelope with a deep red seal and a ‘K’ engraved on it, summoning his presence to speak with the next in line of the Kang’s business.

He wasn’t sure who would be the new person he would have to deal with, but he hoped they were as good a Kang Isaac.

As his luck has it, it ended up being the opposite, and the man he saw, Kang Yohan, was the devil in person.

Gaon was told immediately that even if he had never missed a payment, his lack of consistency with the due dates was nothing to be taken lightly, and that he had accumulated a great amount of interests because of that, almost making Gaon faint on the spot.

He couldn’t help himself back then, he threw a tantrum at the older guy, calling him all kind of things and saying that Kang Isaac would have never done such a low thing to him.

The man looked bored, almost uninterested and ended up being very adamant about how he wasn’t his brother, and things were going to be different while he took care of the mess left behind by his late father and brother.

At the moment, Gaon had been trying to be sarcastic, implying that only by selling his body was he going to be able to pay his increasing debt, and the man took that to heart. He proposed Gaon to give him his body, once a month, and that way, he would let Gaon continue to make his small payments whenever he had the money at hand. He would also reduce the debt accordingly.

It seemed like a joke, but later Gaon found it was far from it, and that’s how he sold his body to none other than the Devil.

Gaon was 20 now and had been keeping with his side of the deal for over a year. Kang Yohan had also kept his word, and reduced Gaon’s debt every time Gaon fulfilled his special part of the deal.

Today, was that day.

Gaon was being summoned to go and satisfied that man as his sex slave, something he had hated the first few times, but later had grown addicted to, as weird as that is.

With a shaky breath he goes into his home and starts to prepare to see the man.

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Gaon doesn’t know if the employees that welcome him into the Kang mansion know what goes on behind the closed door of Kang Yohan’s bedroom, but every time he gets there, he is welcomed with a polite bow and taken to the man’s master bedroom, door politely closing after them once they leave.

This time is no different, however, Yohan is nowhere to be seen, an instruction for Gaon to wait until his arrival the only hint that the man isn’t there and will probably run late. So Gaon takes a careful seat in one of the loveseats in front of the bed and waits.

His eyes drift towards the bed several times, thinking if he should get ready or keep waiting until he gets instructions from Yohan.

The sudden loud snap of a door somewhere in the house startles him, and the heavy steps that get close to the bedroom tell Gaon that Yohan has arrived and is not in a good mood. He gulps heavily just as the door snaps open and then close with a heavy bang.

Yohan seems a little taken aback at seeing Gaon there, sitting with wide eyes and with a tight grip on the cushion under him, but then he is walking towards his walk-in closet while undoing his tie.

“What are you waiting for? Get on the bed.” The words come out normal, but his expression is thunderous, eyes cold. Gaon knows it’s not exactly directed at him, but he just knows Yohan will use him to release whatever anger he is feeling at the moment.

He quickly stands and starts undressing, climbing on the bed once he is fully naked and placing himself on his hands and knees, a sharp intake of breath coming out of him when he sees Yohan come out of his closet completely nude.

His fingers clutch the sheets below him, suddenly nervous when the older man gets on the bed and kneels behind him, hands softly touching his ass.

“What’s this?” asks Yohan, voice rough, a finger caressing Gaon’s stretched rim around the butt plug he currently has inside his hole.

“I w-wanted to be ready for you sir.” Says Gaon in a low tone, trying to swallow down the lump of nerves stuck to his throat.

Yohan hums and gently holds the butt plug, slipping it out carefully and tossing it to the side of the bed.

“Good idea.” He says, right before he shoves his hard cock inside Gaon without any warning, grunting loudly at the immediate warm that envelops his member.

“Oh!” Let’s out Gaon in surprise. “Oh, God.” He sighs after, once he is completely full of Yohan’s cock. The butt plug is nothing compared to Yohan’s size, but he is glad he thought of it, since Yohan starts pounding him hard and fast almost immediately.

The first round goes like that, set with an unforgiving pace that has Gaon ending up on his face, arms no longer able to hold him up by the strength behind every thrust against him, Yohan continuing with his brutal speed while steadily holding Gaon’s hips in a tight grip, fingers leaving their imprint on Gaon’s fair skin.

Just when Gaon is starting to feel the telltale pull deep in his gut that indicates he is close to his orgasm, Yohan drapes himself over him and moves a hand around towards his bobbing cock between his legs, griping it tight and jerking him as hard and fast as his pounding against Gaon’s ass.

A keen moan leaves Gaon’s mouth and he tries to bite down on his lip, aware of the many employees walking around the great Kang manor, right outside Yohan’s bedroom door.

Right when he feels Yohan’s cock twitch and release inside him, the hand around his dick constricts so tight he is not able to come, the hold around the base making it impossible for him to reach his so awaiting peak. He sobs and whines frustrated, wanting nothing more than to come already, body so strung up he is sweating and shaking all over.

“S-Sir.” He pleads, hole clamping down hard around Yohan’s softening cock, while he is still fucking him lazily, squelching obscene sounds combining with Gaon’s whimpers.

“Mm, not yet Gaon, not yet.”

The thrusts inside his hole finally come to a stop, cock slipping out after a few seconds, Yohan takes a deep breath, his nose burrowed in the back of Gaon’s neck, hand still tightly wrapped around Gaon’s aching dick.

In slow movements, Yohan raises himself again on his knees, moving Gaon along with him and maneuvering him until he is on his back, tear filled eyes looking at him pleadingly from below, chest rising quickly with every intake of breath.

Yohan is about to say something, when a loud ringing breaks the silence between them first, snapping Yohan’s attention away from Gaon and making him pout once the older man climbs out the bed to pick up the cellphone he left on his bedside table.

“K, tell me what you got.” He says, standing a few feet away from the bed, completely naked, soften cock glistening with the mess he left behind inside Gaon’s hole.

Gaon turns on his side, looking at Yohan pleadingly and trying to move his hand slowly towards his aching erection to touch himself. Yohan’s harden gaze on him stops him however, and he groans, fist clenching around the soft linen bedsheets under him.

Whatever K is saying on the line seems to be bad news, since a frown appears in between Yohan’s eyebrows, an annoyed sigh leaving him with a huff.

Yohan gets back into the bed, humming and saying ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to whatever K says to him, he is kneeling right in front of Gaon, cock at eye level with his head. He takes the phone away from his face, covering the speaker with a hand and raises an eyebrow at Gaon, who looks at him with a half open mouth, eyes blinking downwards occasionally to the dick in between Yohan’s legs.

“Get me hard again.” He commands him, lips tilting upwards slightly at the glazed look Gaon get at his words, and then goes back to his call, a hand softly kneading the hair in Gaon’s nape and pulling him closer to his crotch.

Gaon opens his mouth wide and immediately sucks the soften member into his warm cavern, pressing his lips tight around it and humming at the musky taste on it, feeling the tip hit the back of his throat and moaning around it when it starts to harden slowly inside his mouth.

He lets his lips lazily release the harden length until he can lay a soft kiss on the tip, tongue coming out to lick at the pearly drop of precum that appears afterwards, and then he is wrapping his lips again around the thick girth, feeling it get hard incredibly fast and groaning at the idea of having it inside his hole again, the previous load still trickling between his thighs messily into the sheets below him. He tries his hardest to focus on Yohan’s pleasure, restraining from rutting down against the bedsheets knowing Yohan will only punish him for it.

Yohan’s fingers clench hard on his hair and pushes him further down his cock, making Gaon momentarily choke on it. A sigh and a wild buck of hips is Gaon’s only indication that Yohan is as into this as he is, and that only spurts him even more, head bobbing up and down quickly, slurping noises and groans drown out around the cock inside Gaon’s mouth.

“Handle it like last time then. Get In-guk involved if necessary.” Says Yohan after a while of him only listening through the phone, breath heavy and loud. Just as he is lowering the phone ready, to hang up, he thinks better of it and puts it back next to his ear adding, “And don’t bother me for the rest of the day.”

He finally hangs up and throws the phone into the bedside table with a loud clang, immediately after pulling Gaon’s head away from him and pushing him against the bed, easily slipping his harden cock inside his wet loose hole and starting to fuck him once again, this time in a slow gentle rhythm, hips moving sensually yet hard enough to get his cock as deep as Gaon craves it.

His pleasure starts to build up again, coiling tight in his gut, and he can’t help but moan and whine at every accurate thrust against his prostate, making him feel so full and good, body tingling all over in ecstasy.

Yohan’s eyes look so intently at him, Gaon blushes at the obvious scrutiny he is being subject to, self-conscious of the tears trickling down his face and his red swollen lips gasping open after every thrust inside him. He licks them, aware of the moisture clinging to them after sucking Yohan off, his eyes looking at the older man with furrow brows.

“Sir, please.” He begs, doing his best to convey how needy he feels.

Yohan only smirks down at him, lowering himself enough to capture Gaon’s lips in a slow gentle deep kiss that steals his breath away. He wants to wrap the older man in a tight hug and never let go, but just as his arms are raising to do just that, Yohan raises once again on his knees, moving his hands to part Gaon’s legs wider by the knees and continues his lazy thrusts, heavy gaze looking at the place where his cock disappears inside Gaon every time he fucks into him.

“Oh, God.” Gaon moans in a drawl right when Yohan continues his slow teasing movements against his prostate non-stop, trying to clench down hard around the hard cock inside to spur the man on but he doesn’t relent at all. “Please.”

“Not yet Gaon.” He reminds him in a chastising tone, and Gaon can only sob at the unfair man currently fucking him. He feels so close and yet so far away from his orgasm; the desperation making him want to outright bawl his eyes out.

After a particularly hard thrust against his prostate, Gaon sobs, face flushed, and hands finally releasing the bedsheets under him to seek Yohan and pull him closer.

Yohan obliges, lowering himself until he is flushed against Gaon’s chest, lips kissing the length of his neck and licking the outer shell of his ear. Gaon moans wantonly at the now deep thrusts and careful bites that Yohan peppers on his skin, but he craves his release like nothing else.

“S-Sir, please.” His hole constricts with a particular hard jab against his prostate, Yohan knowing perfectly well where to aim to make Gaon lose himself.

“Mm, Gaon, you want to come? So soon?” he drawls in a lazy tone, hips snapping slower and slower as if he is deep in thought.

“Yes please, sir.” Says Gaon with a shaky voice, arms hugging the man to him and trying to look into his eyes. He knows Yohan loves seeing his wanton crying face every time they fuck, the only thing that makes the man get on his knees.

As if on cue, Yohan sighs with a resigned face, lips slightly tilting upwards in a smile.

“You are so beautiful Gaon. So beautiful like this.” He murmurs, lips laying open mouth kisses on Gaon’s red ones, biting into them, and pulling them softly into his mouth, sucking, and making Gaon release a shaky breath at the intimate gesture. “But I know you can wait a little bit more.” Adds Yohan, smirking wickedly against Gaon’s mouth before moving to continue laying kisses and bite marks all over Gaon’s neck and chest, all the time his hips move in lazy circles, making Gaon feel full but so far away from his so awaited release that it makes him clench his teeth in desperate annoyance.

He turns his face and covers it with his arm, trying to stop making any noise at all. It takes him a few deep breaths to calm down, even more so because now Yohan is biting and kissing his nipples as if they taste sweet to him, making Gaon arch his back and release soft sighs of pleasure at the rough ministrations on his chest. After a few minutes however, he finally has enough self-control to avoid reacting to anything Yohan does, even if it costs him almost his sanity. It doesn’t take long for the older man to notice this, and once he does, he raises himself, hips stopping completely, and attention now solely focus on Gaon.

“Gaon.” He calls.

He ignores him, his lips pressed tight, face hidden under his arm stubbornly.

“Mm, maybe we should then call it a night? I didn’t know you were this tired. Should have told me.” Says Yohan with a sigh, softly patting him on the thigh and moving away to get his dick out of Gaon’s velvety tight heat.

“No!” says Gaon by inertia, uncovering his face and trying his best to capture Yohan before he slips away from him. The man is such a tease he will leave Gaon there wanting and disappear into his studio to continue working. After all, he has better restrain than Gaon.

“Oh? I thought you fell asleep.” Says Yohan in fake surprise.

Gaon scrunches his face at him and huffs quietly to himself. Nothing he does ever works against Kang Yohan. Sometimes he fears he is the one that has gotten more obsessed with the older man and once he finishes paying his debt he will go crazy at not being able to spend more nights like this with him.

“Don’t go.” Mumbles Gaon in a low voice, biting his lip hard while it quivers in distress.

“I won’t.” promises Yohan with a soft smile, hands grabbing Gaon’s face lightly and cleaning the trail of tears that still stain Gaon’s cheeks. “Let’s do this then.” He suggests while moving back, cock still slipping away from Gaon and making him whine; he then turns and sits on the bed, back against his pillow, arms pulling Gaon into his lap. “Why don’t you make yourself come with my cock?” he finishes with a smirk and a raise eyebrow, as if he has found the perfect solution to Gaon’s predicament.

Gaon flushes at the suggestion, but once his eyes settle on the hard slick cock ready for him to sink into, he doesn’t think it twice before he is moving himself enough to get it under him, hand moving to get a hold on it, and positioning it under his hole, letting the wet head teasingly smear the precum on the tip around his loosen ring of muscle, breath hitching. He slowly lets his body down with gravity, the tight walls of his hole immediately wrapping Yohan’s hard member and sucking him inside once again moaning loudly at the fullness he feels.

It's very few the times Yohan lets him ride him, but when he does, Gaon can’t help but love it, having full control of the speed and how deep to get it inside him.

It’s not long before he is jumping up and down on Yohan’s lap, unforgivingly fucking himself as if there is no tomorrow, prostate being hit with every hard thrust making blinding bursts of pleasure to shoot behind his eyelids.

With just a few very well directed thrusts, Gaon feels already so close to come again, more than ready to let go after being edge so painfully long by Yohan. The older man keeps a strong hold on his hips, so he doesn’t lose his balance, but otherwise doesn’t aid him or stop him at all.

He wraps a hand around his bobbing cock, quickly stroking it and getting it all wet with his own precum, hand intensifying when he finally, finally manages to come, white mess spurting from his cock in ribbons of white that land on part of his palm and Yohan’s chest, legs still managing to raise him up and down along Yohan’s cock, even if he feels completely drain and already overstimulated. “Oh, god yes.” He whines, finally enjoying the shivers that run down his body pleasurably.

Eventually, his body can’t take it anymore and he stops moving completely, groaning at the way Yohan’s still hard cock continues touching his abused prostate.

“Gaon, you did so well.” Says Yohan, pulling him from under his armpits into a hug and raising him from his cock, letting it slide out even if he is still hard. “How tired are you?” he asks while nuzzling Gaon’s face almost lovingly, arms tightly wrapped around Gaon and keeping him close to his chest.

Gaon sighs in content at the amazing orgasm and nuzzles back into Yohan’s neck, whispering a low ‘very’ next to his ear.

Yohan hums. “Color?”

Gaon thinks for a moment and then smiles, laying a soft kiss on the man’s shoulder, moving slightly back to look him in the eye. “Green.” He confirms, and Yohan smiles before kissing him deeply in the mouth.

The first time Gaon came to the Kang mansion to fulfill this part of the deal, Yohan gave him explicit instructions of how to ask for him to stop in case it was too much, and that’s how Gaon came to learn the meaning of the traffic light colors in the bedroom. At first he will admit he overused the color ‘yellow’ and ‘red’, but Yohan was more than patient with him, and it didn’t take more than 3 monthly sessions for Gaon to learn his body’s limitations.

It kind of made him warm to see how serious Yohan took this situation and Gaon just couldn’t helped but started to feel special, even if he constantly feared he wasn’t the only one that passed through Yohan’s bed.

Gaon snaps back to the present when a slippery tongue teasingly licks his lower lip and then sneaks into his mouth, instantly seeking his own tongue and he ends up losing himself to the kiss, only slightly aware of what is going on when he feels the bed under him. He is laying on his side, Yohan behind him, and before he can even question what’s next, the older man’s hard cock slips inside his swollen hole making him moan at the sudden intrusion when he still isn’t over the aftershocks of his previous orgasm.

He still helps raise his leg a little so Yohan reaches deeper inside, loving it when Yohan fucks him on his side, arms tightly wrapped around him in a warm hug while he kisses his neck and cheek, hips moving slowly in and out of him in lazy thrusts.

He can start to feel his dick stir in interest every time Yohan reaches his prostate and graces it gently with the tip of his dick, pressing hard and swiveling his hips until he pulls out and starts over once again, the speed slowly increasing the more Yohan starts to feel himself teetering to the edge.

“Gaon.” Whispers Yohan next to his ear, teasing tongue coming out to lick the shell of it with soft feather like touches. “How do you feel?”

“Good, so good sir.” Yohan hums pleased at the answer, hips moving faster and harder, Gaon’s cock already half hard when a rough hand wraps around it and starts jerking it harshly.

Gaon moans low on his throat, head thrown back just as Yohan comes inside him one more time, filling him up once again with his warm seed and making his toes curl at the pleasurable way his prostate is being pound hard, feeling himself get close to coming as well and then sobbing when Yohan’s hand milks his dick, his own soften cock still deeply inside Gaon, overflowing the mess inside Gaon’s tight passage.

In a naïve thought, he thinks this is it. They are done for the night. Body so lax and heavy he can’t do anything with himself.

He is so wrong.

Yohan peels himself away from Gaon only to move him on his back once again, himself moving to take position in between Gaon’s legs as if it’s his rightful place, hands grabbing him by the back of his knees to spread him wide.

Just as Gaon is lazily opening his eyes, Yohan is thrusting three of his thick fingers inside Gaon, immediately hitting his prostate dead on and making his spent dick twitch painfully, a stab of lighting pleasure running throughout his whole body, making it spam.

A whine leaves him, and he tries closing his legs to get away from the rough treatment but with no avail, body turning on its side and curling in a fetal position while he sobs with overstimulation, Yohan still fucking him non-stop with his fingers while spreading them inside his passage.

“No, stop.” He begs, eyes filled with tears once again, hands almost tearing apart the sheets under him at the blinding pleasured pain that courses through him.

“You sure?” asks Yohan teasingly, fingers now moving slower.

Gaon shakes his head. “God, no.” he says, voice breaking at the end.

Not much time passes before Yohan replaces his fingers with his cock again, shoving himself hard into Gaon’s warm heat, the squelch of more come overflowing obscene to Gaon’s self-conscious mind.

“Wait.” He mumbles, hole tightening at the rough pace Yohan starts almost immediately, even if he himself is only half hard.

“Shh, just take it Gaon. I know you can.” Says the older man, lips curling upwards in a dark smile while he starts grunting at the tight walls surrounding his rapidly filling cock.

Gaon whines, head buried on the pillow under him trying to discern what is going on.

Yohan is fucking him again. How many times have they done it already? Not many, he is sure, but his body is already so tired and overstimulated, it starts to be borderline painful.

Every month he tries to prepare mentally for when he sees Kang Yohan and every time he is taken by surprise. Sometimes Yohan only fucks him once, although usually they have two to three rounds with breaks in between to eat and shower. The times when he fucks Gaon until sunrise are far and in between, but not uncommon, somehow enjoying greatly how capable he is to make Gaon a mess of saliva and cum that can barely speak his name in a prayer by the end of it all.  

Apparently, this is one of those times, and like the few occasions it has happened before, Gaon can only brace himself and take it, knowing that whenever he says ‘red’ Yohan will listen.

Yohan raises his leg for a better angle and continues snapping his hips hard and fast, letting his cock fill Gaon every time and glide along the smooth inner walls of his hole, doesn’t matter if the rim is already swollen and puffy.

Gaon feels desperate to continue feeling Yohan move deeply inside him and equals part wanting it all to stop, his body already buzzing with overstimulation, muscles clenching hard trying to counteract the spams that wreak his whole body.

And then Yohan is turning him on his back and pulling him up with him in a tight hug, letting Gaon impale himself further on Yohan’s cock with a long-drawn-out moan.

His arms shake around Yohan’s neck, legs spasming as well when he tries to move them and wrap them around Yohan’s waist, barely able to do it.

Yohan kisses his nose then and he opens his teary eyes to look at him through wet lashes, mouth agape while he pants and whines.

“Sir, no more, please.” He begs, only making Yohan smile wider.

“Gaon, you are clenching so hard around my cock I don’t think you are being serious.” He says and Gaon bites his lips, hole clenching down instinctually at a well-aimed and rough thrust. “Color?” he asks then, voice serious.

Gaon whines and bites his lip harder, drawing blood. His eyes are wide open looking at Yohan when he answers. “Green.” He moans in a high pitch voice, Yohan instantly holding him from under his ass and intensifying his thrusts. It’s so hot for Gaon, to be manhandled like this. He won’t ever say it loud, but he just loves when Yohan holds him and fucks him as if he is a sex toy only, seeking his pleasure at Gaon’s expense.

Along the way of this sick twisted deal between them, Gaon lost himself, letting the Devil lured him with endless pleasure and the idea of being wanted so lustfully and desperately that he could bring a man to his knees.

He buries his head on Yohan’s neck, breathing deeply his characteristic sandalwood smell and placing his lips on the pulse, ecstatic at being this close to the older man, toes curling when he feels himself again so close to coming.

A few thrusts and he is grunting at the mind-blowing orgasm he gets, mess staining his chest and Yohan’s as well, the older man still fucking into him and nowhere near close to being done, if the feral look on his face is any indication for Gaon.

By that moment Gaon is already too far gone he lets himself be placed on his chest and doesn’t even protest at the feel of Yohan’s cock once again entering him from behind, his spent cock uncomfortably sliding against the sheets of the bed.

When a hand sneaks between his stomach and the mattress, fingers intent on wrapping around his soft dick he jerks.

“Yellow!” he rasps, and the hand retracts back, Yohan’s thrusting coming to a halt as well.

“Gaon?”

Gaon shakes his head for a few seconds while taking deep breaths. “Just fuck me but don’t—” he gulps, calming down. “Don’t do anything else.” He says, and Yohan kisses the back of his neck, humming in agreement and starting the movement of his hips, slow and gentle at first and then hard and fast when Gaon is a moaning mess again, cock too spent to get hard again but either way loving the hard thrusts of Yohan inside him.

After a few more hard thrusts, Yohan comes with a guttural groan, hips snapping forwards several times until he has spent himself completely inside Gaon’s hole, making Gaon clench down hard around the soften length and trash on the bed at having an anal orgasm, sobs coming out of his mouth in wet gasps.

Yohan pulls out and after moving around the bed, he finds the butt plug Gaon had at the beginning, carefully slipping it inside to keep the mess in place and patting the bubble cheeks softly before laying a kiss on his sweaty temple.

“I will get us some food and water.” He says in a low voice, standing from the bed and putting on his checkered robe, letting Gaon rest on the bed while he slips out and gets to the kitchen for refreshments.

Gaon lays on his front completely spent and tired, hole fluttering around the plug inside it uncomfortably. He feels so full of come, he can’t imagine Yohan wanting to keep going, but knowing the man, that is a high probability.

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The break is short, but enough to get Gaon to drink a whole bottle of water and eat half a sandwich, not able to digest anything else.

Yohan disappears momentarily inside the bathroom attached to his room and then comes back, settling himself on the bed next to Gaon and looking intently at him.

Gaon can tell he is patiently waiting for him to let him know they can continue and after draining the last of his water, he turns towards the older man, hand sliding down to grasp his soft member and starts stroking it gently, lips kissing Yohan’s deeply, then breaking away with a smack, instantly moving to slide in between Yohan’s legs, his tongue peeking out to teasingly lick at the tip and then he is wrapping his lips around the head until it hardens completely. Yohan breathes out hard through his nose, hands clasping Gaon’s head with a tight yet careful grip.

He guides Gaon’s rhythm, letting him go slow and sink his mouth further down on his cock at a gentle pace, then pulling out and laying a soft kiss on the tip, sliding down the side to let his tongue lick him all the way from the base to the tip, Gaon’s eyes drawn to the way a pearly drop trickles from the flushed tip and immediately sucking it in between his red lips with a gentle suck.

Gaon looks lazily up at Yohan, slacking his jaw as much as he can and getting the cock as deep as possible, blinking twice. Yohan understands the unsaid words and his fingers tighten on Gaon’s hair, immediately starting to fuck inside Gaon’s mouth with hard thrusts, getting his full length all the way to the back of his throat. It takes everything in Gaon to keep his throat as relaxed as possible, but he manages well, awaiting the warm salty taste of Yohan’s cum but ending disappointed when Yohan pulls out at the last second.

“On your knees.” He tells him, and Gaon quickly scrambles to turn around atop Yohan’s stretched legs and presents his hole, still full of the butt plug, to Yohan’s hungry gaze. He moans when he feels the butt plug come out and then, groans once Yohan pulls him from the hips and sits him on his cock, hands griping his waist hard and quickly moving him up and down along his wet shaft, Gaon’s eyes rolling back at the immediate pleasure he feels at feeling Yohan’s warm cook inside again, pushing the cum already there deeper in.

Yohan's broad hands slide upwards to his chest, pinching and pulling at his oversensitive redden nipples,  his mouth attached to his shoulder, where his tattoo is etched into his skin, Gaon whining at every harsh pull on his chest and then sighing at the carefully placed bites and kisses along his shoulder blades.

He isn't a religious person, but for Yohan he gets on his knees and prays for more, every time.

Soon enough, Gaon is a sweaty panting mess, legs shaking and body tensing all over with the impending orgasm he is soon approaching, Yohan’s dick getting so deep inside he can see stars behind his eyelids every time his prostate is hit dead-on.

“Oh, God. Sir, don’t stop please.” His voice comes so wanton and wreak he almost doesn’t recognize himself, Yohan being the only one to turn him into an incoherent heap.

Yohan snorts behind him. “You are such a whore, Gaon.” He says and Gaon can’t help but clench harder at the words, knowing full well he really is, just for him.

He nods his head and whines. “Yes, sir. I’m your whore.” He gasps, a particularly hard thrust almost making him lose balance and fall on his side. His hands tighten their grip on Yohan’s knees with the last of his strength.

“Mine?” questions Yohan, stopping completely and pushing Gaon away, his cock slipping out, cum dribbling steadily from the stretched rim.

Gaon sobs at the sudden stop and he turns, seeing the way Yohan raises to his knees and looms over him. He lets his body slowly lay down on the bed, legs raising and spreading obediently for Yohan to get in between them.

“Only yours, sir. Only for you.” He mutters in a low voice, hands moving to hold his legs up by the back of his knees, waiting for Yohan to finally relent and sink himself inside his empty hole.

Yohan hums at the way Gaon presents himself to him, eyes drawn to the white mess that leaks from his ass every time the stretched entrance flutters open and close, seeking to be filled once again. He lets his thumb trace the swollen rim, spreading the wetness around, eyes hypnotized with the enthralling sight.

Like a man lost in the dessert and drawn to water, Yohan moves and aligns himself, swiftly penetrating Gaon once more and smirking at the eagerness with which he is instantly received, Gaon’s tight passage clenching hard around his girth and sucking him in.

After that, the thrusts start in a fast mindless rhythm, Yohan’s only goal at the moment to get Gaon to come again and to fill him once more with his seed, claiming him until he sickens himself of it.

So far, that last part hasn’t happened.

And he doesn’t think it ever will.

Not even if he begs Gaon to change their deal so he can have him at least once a week, even if it will mean for Gaon to pay his debt faster, Yohan craves the younger man like nothing before, and he is sure once everything comes to an end, he will go to incredible lengths to keep Gaon with him, just like he did a year ago when he made the young man believe he had increased his debt with the interests of his late payments.

Gaon didn’t knew him before that day, but Yohan had been watching him ever since his brother Isaac took command of the family business, and Yohan was only waiting for his time to strike and make Kim Gaon his by any means necessary.

His mind drifts back to the present when a loud sob from Gaon reaches his ears, and he is more than enthralled at the beautiful sight Gaon makes bawling his eyes out at the indescribable pleasure that courses through him with every hard thrust of Yohan’s cock inside him, his own dick red and swollen, bobbing up and down with their rough fucking.

Yohan wraps a hand around Gaon’s pretty cock and tightens his hold just in time for Gaon to have a dry orgasm, walls clenching impossibly hard around Yohan and milking him once again, Gaon whining at not being able to come with his dick.

One of Yohan’s hands press down hard on top of Gaon’s soft stomach, making him grunt, head thrown back.

“How full are you?” he asks him then, eyes trailing down to the overflowing spunk that spills around Yohan’s half soft cock still inside him.

Gaon shakes his head, eyes blinking rapidly to try and dispel the tears that cling to his lashes. “Not enough.” He mumbles, his own hands sliding down his chest all the way to his stomach and gently placing them on top of Yohan’s hand. “Give me more, please sir.”

And Yohan does.

He loses count of how many more times he takes Gaon, over and over. On his knees, on his side, on his back. And with the way Gaon lets himself be fuck so pliably, always mumbling ‘green’ when Yohan asks him his color, body moving by inertia to the next position whenever Yohan tells him to, even if his limbs tremble and he is just crawling around in the bed and letting himself be turn this side or that, eyes half shut and hole so full it keeps trickling non-stop all over Yohan’s cock and the bedsheets under them.

Yohan himself is starting to feel drain, but he refuses to stop until Gaon tells him to. After all, he only has a day a month for this, and then he has to wait for 4 agonizing weeks until he can see Gaon again and have him underneath him.

By the time the sun is rising, dark rays of orange light filtering through the curtains, Yohan hears Gaon mumble a very soft ‘red’ against the pillow where his face is smushed heavily, and then Yohan stops completely, a disappointed sigh leaving him.

He pulls out and turns Gaon to his side, moving his head carefully so the younger man can breathe properly and spooning him from behind while hugging him in a tight grip.

It is probably weird to get this intimate with someone who only acts as a contract sex slave for Yohan, but he has grown very attached to the younger man, and he knows that Gaon seeks the contact as much as he does.

“How do you feel?” he asks in a low voice, hand soothingly caressing his chest in slow circles while his lips lay soft kisses on his sweaty neck.

Gaon grunts, face turning to the side and burying deeper into the pillow. “Tired.” He mumbles at last, a sigh leaving him, eyes no longer able to remain open.

Yohan nods, turning Gaon’s almost limp face towards him to kiss him softly on the lips. Gaon blinks his eyes open slowly and smiles sluggishly. “Let me take you to take a bath.” Suggests Yohan, waiting for Gaon until he nods accepting the offer, and then he cradles him into his chest carefully, taking him into the bathroom in a bride style hold, gently letting him sink into the water he prepared earlier and programmed to remain warm, effortlessly sliding behind Gaon to hold him up and start washing his hair carefully, then his body, using the same products he uses himself and knowing Gaon enjoys the smell greatly.

Gaon hums in content at the careful treatment, eyes having a hard time remaining open but wanting to be conscious to enjoy the pampering Yohan bestows upon him after each time they finish their coupling.

The awkward part is when Yohan sneaks a finger inside his sore hole to clean the cum inside him as much as possible, but Gaon remains pliant throughout the whole deal, knowing Yohan won’t exceed his limits.

Once done with their bath, Yohan attentively dries him with a big soft and fluffy white towel, making sure to get him as dry as possible before he searches for something they can wear.

After they are both done with their cleaning and comfortably dressed in soft cotton underwear and warm fuzzy robes, Yohan changes the bedsheets and the both of them climb into bed together, Gaon immediately seeking Yohan’s body warm and sighing once he is wrapped in a tight hug.

“Sleep, I will wake you in a few hours for breakfast.”

Gaon nods sleepily and slowly drifts to sleep, only half conscious of the fact this day has come to an end, and his ‘services’ as Yohan’s sex slave won’t be needed until the next month.

He lets out a last sigh at the thought, and decides to deal with that when morning comes, until then, he will happily sink into Yohan’s warm chest and strong arms around him, imagining this is his everyday life after they have made love the whole night.