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the kid is just barely 19 and is costing jeongguk five hundred dollars a night. jeongguk thinks he's worth it though. especially right now, when he levels those blazing defiant eyes on him, arms folded across his chest, hair disheveled and wearing nothing more than a pair of panties and jeongguk's dress shirt from an earlier meeting. it's buttoned haphazardly, one side longer than the other and hanging off one shoulder, displaying collarbones that bear bruises jeongguk left there. yeah. taehyung is definitely worth it.
"i missed out on a lot of money because of you." taehyung’s saying, unfolding his arms briefly to comb his fingers through his hair. probably to try and fix how messy it looks, jeongguk doesn't tell him it doesn't work. "how are you going to repay me?"
"you want extra money?" jeongguk asks, raising an eyebrow. the dim light from the fixtures in the hotel room coupled with the moonlight streaming through the window gives taehyung a sort of other-worldly glow. he looks like an angel, jeongguk hates to admit, but angels wouldn’t be in this position. he lights a cigarette, settling back in his chair. he's only in a pair of silk boxers, his chest littered with bite and scratch marks that taehyung inflicted. "earn it."
“i've been here for three days." taehyung says, fire in his eyes even as he narrows them. jeongguk loves when he gets like this. despite what he does, he doesn’t let anyone play with him. until jeongguk that is. "i could have gone to ten other guys in this time."
"and yet you're here." jeongguk interrupts him, taking a drag from his cigarette and holding it before blowing the smoke out. he raises an eyebrow, dragging his gaze up and down taehyung’s body appreciatively; kid has some killer legs. "there's nothing stopping you from leaving, princess.” he lets his legs fall open, getting comfortable. “so if you want to go, you know where the door is. and if you want more money from me, earn it .”
the arms are folded across taehyung's chest again and he looks like he’d love to wrap his slender fingers around jeongguk’s throat. jeongguk thinks he wouldn’t be opposed to it. taehyung turns his head, looking away from jeongguk and the older man can see bite marks along taehyung’s jawline. he shifts in his seat, fighting away the sense memories of the past three days. he holds his cigarette to his lips between his index and forefinger, waiting for taehyung to make a decision.
“what do you want?” taehyung says after a few moments, turning back to jeongguk with a defiant tilt to his chin. it makes jeongguk feel a surge of fondness towards him, but he stamps down on it almost instantly. he’s nothing more than a paycheck to taehyung, and the only thing keeping him around is jeongguk’s willingness to double anything the other men are paying. “how am i supposed to earn the money you rightfully owe me.”
jeongguk shrugs, smirking at him. “surprise me, princess.”
taehyung frowns at him, line forming across his forehead and his lips turning down slightly at the corners. “how am i supposed to do that?"
“you’re the one who wants the money, sweetheart.” jeongguk says through the exhale of smoke. “figure out a way to get it.”
“i should just forge your signature.” taehyung snaps, arms unfolding and his hands resting on his hips.
jeongguk nearly laughs, ignoring that surge of fondness again. “you and i both know,” he begins after taking another drag and exhaling the smoke. “that if you were going to do that, you would have done that two days ago. now earn your money, princess. make it worth my while.”
he scowls, and for a moment, jeongguk’s almost scared taehyung will really leave. he would never keep taehyung here against his will, but the very real possibility taehyung will go makes jeongguk’s chest ache. taehyung sighs, though, and, even from where he sits, jeongguk can see in his eyes that taehyung’s not going anywhere. the plume of smoke jeongguk breathes out is tinged with relief.
taehyung moves to the bedside table where jeongguk’s phone lies. “what’s your passcode.” it’s not a real question, his voice doesn’t tip up at the end, but jeongguk answers him anyway. jeongguk watches as taehyung taps away at his phone, his thumb moving up and down as he scrolls. he snubs his cigarette out in the ashtray built into the arm of his chair and taehyung moves to the speaker system, plugging jeongguk’s phone in.
the sounds of rihanna’s skin begins filling the room, and jeongguk’s eyebrows raise at the realization taehyung’s going to dance for him. anticipation begins coursing through jeongguk’s veins as taehyung walks towards him with slow strides. he stops a few feet ahead of him, out of reach and the moonlight illuminates him like a personal spotlight. they make eye contact, and jeongguk nearly shivers with the intensity burning in taehyung’s gaze. how this teenager can have this effect on him, jeongguk really does not know.
as rihanna begins to sing, taehyung’s eyes drift closed, his hips beginning to sway to the music and his movements sync to the rhythm of her words. he’s still in jeongguk’s shirt, and jeongguk should be complaining because he can’t really see taehyung’s body, but for some reason this makes it even hotter, and jeongguk’s fingers itch with the need to touch him. the moonlight seems to follow him as he moves around the room, spinning around and sinking low, his hair getting even messier as he tosses his head and drags his fingers through it.
taehyung finally touches jeongguk when rihanna hits the chorus. his eyes are open again, locking onto jeongguk’s as he mouths along to the words. he’s on his knees between jeongguk’s legs, his hands pressing up jeongguk’s chest as he slowly stands before straddling jeongguk’s lap. jeongguk reaches for him, aching to put his hands on him, but taehyung stops him waving his index finger in jeongguk’s face while mouthing ‘can’t catch it’. he rolls his hips down onto jeongguk’s in time to the music and jeongguk can’t help the soft growl that escapes at the fleeting friction.
way too soon, taehyung’s getting off him in fluid motions. jeongguk reaches out for him again, taehyung’s more than earned it at this point, but he evades jeongguk’s grasp easily. he stands before him, hair messy and his cheeks flushed, as he begins dancing again. he rivals many of the strippers jeongguk’s been to, it’s like taehyung’s body is in attuned to the music, meeting every beat with precision and a fluidity that makes taehyung look like some mythical creature. jeongguk thinks he likes it best when taehyung’s eyes are closed, when it’s obvious taehyung’s feeling the music and losing himself in it.
jeongguk lights another cigarette, taking his eyes off taehyung for just the briefest of moments to make sure he doesn’t burn himself. taehyung’s on his knees again for the second chorus, the flame in his eyes makes jeongguk feel like the cigarette that hangs from his fingers. his hands rest on jeongguk’s thighs as his hips swivel while he brings himself into a standing position, easily sliding into jeongguk’s lap. taehyung raises an eyebrow as he reaches over to pluck jeongguk’s cigarettes from his fingers, taking a drag while rihanna continues to croon in the background. before jeongguk can touch him, taehyung gets out of his lap. he stands between jeongguk’s legs with one arm folded across his chest, the back of his hand supporting the elbow of his other arm as he keeps the cigarette to his lips.
he reaches out, sliding a hand up taehyung’s thigh, under jeongguk’s shirt and rests it on taehyung’s hip. “c’mere.” he murmurs, his voice rough and husky, pulling taehyung closer. but he twists out of his grip, exhaling a plume of smoke.
“earn it.” taehyung tells him, his chin tilted defiantly.
jeongguk raises an eyebrow, standing. “as far as i know, you’re the one supposed to be earning things here, little princess.”
“you think you’re the only rich guy who wants a dirty secret to keep?” taehyung shoots back, and jeongguk hates that he loves how defiant and stubborn taehyung is.
“i think i’m the only one you’ve stayed three days for.” jeongguk states as he begins walking towards taehyung. “besides,” he continues, his brow arched as he backs taehyung up against a wall. he tugs taehyung’s wrist over to take a drag of his own cigarette, nothing how taehyung can’t keep his eyes off him. he turns his head to exhale the smoke before turning back to him. “you think you’re the only dirty secret i have?” taehyung’s back is against the wall now, and jeongguk presses up into his personal space, watching as taehyung levels those eyes on him.
“so why do you always call me?” taehyung says, staring up at jeongguk with a rebellious light in his eyes.
jeongguk can’t help himself and he brushes a thumb over taehyung’s plush lower lip, letting it get caught in the corner of his mouth. he leans down like he’s going to kiss him, smiling inwardly at the sound of taehyung’s breath hitching. he stops just before their mouths meet, their lips just barely brushing. “why do you always come?” he murmurs, feeling taehyung shiver against him.
“maybe i won’t anymore.” taehyung murmurs back. he pulls his hand away from jeongguk, taking a drag of the cigarette and turning his head to blow the smoke to his left. “i don’t need you.”
“maybe i won’t call anymore.” jeongguk mutters, plucking the cigarette from taehyung’s fingers and extinguishing it on the wall just by his head before dropping it. “i don’t need you either.” but his actions betray him, he curls his fingers possessively around taehyung’s hip, pulling him even closer.
“then let me go.” taehyung tells him, licking over his lips and jeongguk wants to bite them. “if you have other dirty secrets you’re keeping, and you don’t need me, let me go and never call me again.”
“i don’t need you.” jeongguk confirms in a low voice. “so maybe i will.” but he makes no move to let taehyung go, his thumb pressing into the skin just above his hipbone.
“funny how you’re still not letting me go.” taehyung points out, amusement evident in his tone and his eyes sparkle with the knowledge that he’s won. “you want to fuck me tonight? earn it.”
jeongguk sighs, his free hand combing through taehyung’s hair. “what do you want, princess?”
“surprise me.” taehyung tells him, leaning into the touch and smiling just slightly as his eyes drift shut. “make it worth my while. princess ."
soft laughter escapes jeongguk’s lips as he lifts taehyung in one fluid motion, holding him bridal style and carries him to the bed. “let’s get this off, first.” he rasps, referring to jeongguk’s shirt that’s still hanging loosely and haphazardly off taehyung’s body. he lays him on the bed, making quick work of the buttons. jeongguk’s presented with miles of tan smooth skin, marked by bruises jeongguk’s fingers left there and light impressions of his teeth.
he slips between taehyung’s legs, smoothing his hands over taehyung’s skin. he’s trying not to react, jeongguk can tell. taehyung looks up at him, his jaw set and his eyes blazing with stubborn resilience. he’s really going to make jeongguk work for this. thankfully, jeongguk’s memory is impeccable and he’s had a lot of time to memorize taehyung’s body well enough to know just how to get him where jeongguk wants him. he leans down, laying open mouthed kisses along the bite marks he left along taehyung’s jaw line. he can feel taehyung’s stomach quiver lightly under his hands and he smiles as he moves his kisses down taehyung’s neck.
jeongguk drags his teeth along a hickey he left earlier, smiling against taehyung skin when he hisses sharply. he presses soothing kisses to the skin, sucking another bruise at the base of taehyung’s neck before moving down to his collar bones and chest. he nips at the thin skin covering taehyung’s collar bones, the sound of taehyung trying to hold back his moan goes straight to jeongguk’s dick. but this isn’t about him right now, he’s determined to earn the kid tonight. he continues downward, paying special attention to taehyung’s nipples.
he begins falling apart then, one hand coming to rest on jeongguk’s head as he sucks at taehyung’s nipple, lightly tugging it with his teeth. jeongguk plays with the other one with his hand, rubbing his palm over it and pinching it between his fingers. taehyung’s still trying not to give many indications that jeongguk’s doing a good job, but the hitching of his breath is obvious and he can’t quite stop his hips from rocking up ever so slightly. jeongguk finally pulls away, satisfied when taehyung’s nipple and the area surrounding it are flushed red, then drags his teeth across taehyung’s chest to the other one.
the same treatment is given, and taehyung steadily dissolves beneath him. he arches into jeongguk’s touch, his hips shifting restlessly and letting out little breathy moans. the hand on jeongguk’s head gets tangled in his dark black hair, lightly tugging. it stings, but jeongguk can’t find it in him to care. once he’s satisfied again, he moves lower down, kissing down taehyung’s torso to his belly button. he nips at the sensitive skin, laving over it with his tongue. taehyung’s ab muscles ripple and flex beneath him and even though taehyung’s trying to keep as quiet as possible, jeongguk knows that he’s getting somewhere.
he stays there for a while, sucking bruises into taehyung skin and kissing away the sting. taehyung’s finally as vocal as jeongguk wants, moaning freely and arching his back, begging for jeongguk to do something more. taehyung pulls his hand from jeongguk’s hair, and jeongguk pulls away, drinks in the picture for a moment. taehyung’s whole body is flushed a delicate red, his eyes are screwed shut and strands of hair stick to his forehead because he’s sweating. jeongguk wonders how many other men have seen taehyung this way, but puts that thought out of his mind quickly.
jeongguk’s gaze travels to the panties taehyung has on. his dick is already hard enough that it’s tenting them, and the front has a wet patch, an indicator of the precome taehyung’s cock is leaking. “have i earned it yet?” he asks, a smirk forming on his lips as he gently pulls the pants down, pulling them along taehyung’s legs and tossing them away.
before taehyung can reply, he’s leaning down again, kissing along taehyung’s inner thigh. he sinks his teeth into the part where taehyung’s thigh meets his pelvis and taehyung’s husky “ fuck ” is probably the hottest thing jeongguk’s ever heard. jeongguk hums, placing his hands on taehyung’s hips and moving them up his body to tweak his nipples.
“fuck, please .” taehyung moans, letting out a hiss when jeongguk nips his other thigh. “ please , jeongguk.”
jeongguk simply smiles, ghosting his lips over taehyung’s dick and watching his body shudder, his hands clutching the sheets at his side.
“on your knees, princess.” jeongguk murmurs, moving away slightly so taehyung can move. in the meantime, he reaches over to the bedside table and grabs the bottle of lube and a condom, laying them beside him. they’re almost out, he notes. if taehyung stays here longer he’s going to have to buy another bottle. he hopes taehyung stays.
when taehyung’s on his knees, jeongguk moves over to him. he kneels between his legs and places his hands on either one of taehyung’s cheeks. he spreads him open, taehyung’s breathy moan makes him shiver and he has to bite back a moan himself at the sight. he’s embarrassed at his body’s reaction, his cock twitches and he knows there’s going to be precome on the bed, but taehyung is perfect. he holds taehyung’s cheeks apart, nipping at the flesh before licking a broad stripe over taehyung’s hole.
jeongguk knows that since they’d been having a lot of sex lately, he doesn’t really need to prep him. but he wants taehyung to beg even more, wants taehyung to lose that defiance for a little while. he flicks his tongue lightly over taehyung’s hole, pulling back just to see how it clenches around air, before leaning back in. he sucks at the rim, massaging taehyung’s cheeks as he begins to eat him out with abandon. he loves how taehyung falls apart when he does this, loves how it makes his fingers skitter across the sheets before clutching them tightly in his fists.
“fuck, oh my god .” taehyung moans, his words are slow and drawled, his voice low, rough and so deep; jeongguk can’t get enough of it.
he presses his tongue inside him, tucking his thumb beside his tongue so he could hold taehyung open even more. jeongguk can get a little deeper that way, licking into him and sucking, squeezing taehyung’s cheeks when he hears his high pitched whine. taehyung rocks his hips back, riding jeongguk’s tongue as moans fall from his lips like prayers.
“yeah, like that, princess.” jeongguk encourages him in a hoarse voice. he licks from the base of his balls to his crack, nipping the skin at the base of taehyung’s spine. he kisses his way back to taehyung’s hole, laying open mouthed kisses on it as taehyung rolls his hips in circles, pressing back desperately every time jeongguk pulls away.
“please, please .” taehyung begs, sounding so damn pretty even with his deep, raspy voice. “you’ve - god - you’ve earned it.”
jeongguk smirks, teasing taehyung’s hole with his tongue, spreading him open even wider with two thumbs now and thrusting his tongue into him as he licks around the rim. “you sure, baby?” he murmurs into taehyung’s skin. “i wanna do right by you.”
“you have, fuck.” taehyung replies, his back arching as his fingers clutch at the sheets. “you have, i swear you have just. please …” he whimpers the last word, shuddering as jeongguk nips the full swell of his left ass cheek.
“alright then, your wish is my command.” jeongguk smiles, pulling away and watching satisfied as taehyung’s hole stays open for him, clenching around nothing. he looks down and picks up the condom packet beside him, tearing it open and slipping it onto his cock with practiced, fluid motions. he places a hand on taehyung’s ass, kneading the flesh just to hear his breathing hitch as he flicks the tube of lube open with the other. he pours some lube onto his cock and taehyung’s hole before closing the bottle and placing it beside him again. jeongguk spreads the lube evenly over his cock with his free hand, then uses two fingers to do the same thing to taehyung’s hole. his fingers slip into him easily and taehyung lets out a satisfied sigh.
jeongguk’s ears tune into his surroundings for the first time since they started this and he realizes that his music had shuffled to beyonce’s most recent rendition of crazy in love. how appropriate, he thinks, as he covers taehyung’s body with his own, tucking his face where taehyung’s neck meets his shoulder and pressing hot kisses to the skin. one arm wraps around taehyung’s body, pulling him close, and his free hand guides his cock to taehyung’s hole. he presses in slowly, letting taehyung’s body suck him in.
“oh… fuck …” taehyung moans, his words drawn out and jeongguk can hear the satisfied smile in his voice.
“like that?” jeongguk murmurs, mouthing at the point where he can feel taehyung’s pulse strongest.
“yeah, god.” taehyung replies, his voice deep and rough. “yeah.”
jeongguk hums, knowing that even if it weren’t for his money, taehyung would keep coming back for this. he rolls his hips, barely pulling out before thrusting into taehyung’s body again. he keeps his arm wrapped around taehyung, his free hand pressed against the mattress to keep them steady. beyonce’s words ring true to jeongguk, but he pushes that out of his mind, focusing on taehyung’s silky heat and how his body reacts to jeongguk’s.
he keeps it slow, everything in him is telling him to take taehyung hard and fast. he knows the kid is good for it, can give it just as good as he gets. but he decides to keep it slow, deliberate, and steady, at least for now. he rocks his hips to the time of the music, rolling them in circles as he presses back into taehyung’s body. taehyung’s moans are the perfect accompaniment to beyonce’s haunting voice and he moves back against jeongguk almost desperately, following the movement of jeongguk’s hips every time he pulls out.
jeongguk shifts them, keeping taehyung close with his arm and resting back on his heels so they’re upright. taehyung’s back is pressed tight against jeongguk’s chest and he reaches his arm back so he can tangle his fingers in jeongguk’s hair. jeongguk noses at the skin just beneath taehyung’s ear as he thrusts his hips up into him, smiling as the new angle makes taehyung whimper. when taehyung gives a full body shudder and clenches around jeongguk’s cock, he knows he’s hit taehyung’s spot and he aims for it, making sure to get that reaction every time.
“kiss me.” taehyung breathes out shakily, turning his head. of course jeongguk obliges, the angle is a little off, and just right; jeongguk swallows taehyung’s moan when jeongguk starts fucking into him harder. he doesn’t go any faster, keeping that slow steady pace, but he thrusts with more intensity, loving how taehyung’s moans grow louder than beyonce’s singing. jeongguk rests his free hand on taehyung’s hip, curling his fingers around it possessively and pressing fresh bruises into the skin.
“close?” jeongguk asks breathlessly, his own moans falling from his lips as taehyung’s body tightens around him, the kid’s hips grinding into his own as he rides jeongguk’s cock.
“mhm,” taehyung hums, his head tilting back and resting on jeongguk’s shoulder. “you?”
jeongguk turns his head, pressing his forehead to taehyung’s temple and nods. he’s not paying attention to the music anymore, instead focusing on how taehyung feels in his arms. he probably likes it too much. he pushes that needling voice away and picks up the pace, gripping taehyung’s hips. the sharp sound of skin on skin begins filling the room, a perfect counterpoint to taehyung’s moans. they rise in pitch, taehyung’s voice cracks slightly and he’s given up on trying to match jeongguk’s thrusts.
“jesus christ .” taehyung manages, his fingers tightening their grip on jeongguk’s hair.
“i can live with being called that.” jeongguk jokes, sweat building on his brow as he fucks into taehyung quickly now, pressing in deep and pulling out with long strokes.
“you’re an - ah - asshole.” taehyung gasps, his mouth falling open. “fuck, oh fuck .” jeongguk uses that as an indicator to take taehyung’s cock in his hand. he jerks taehyung off quickly twisting his wrist on the upstroke, he’s learned that taehyung really likes that, and soon after taehyung comes all over his fingers, shuddering against him. his voice is raspy and hoarse when he orgasms, clenching impossibly tight around jeongguk’s cock.
jeongguk’s own orgasm follows quickly. he buries his face in taehyung’s neck, his grip bruising on taehyung’s hips as he rides out his orgasm with slow gentle strokes. “ fuck , princess.” he murmurs shakily against taehyung’s skin, pressing kisses to it. he moves them so taehyung’s on his hands and knees again, holding the base of the condom before pulling out.
he ties it off and tosses it into the waste basket beside the bed. he looks over at taehyung and he’d moved so he was sitting up against the pillows. “you gonna go?” jeongguk asks, schooling nonchalance into his voice.
“you gonna pay me?” taehyung replies, his eyes glittering and sharp with defiance. his hair is even messier than before, and his tan skin glows. god, he’s so gorgeous. jeongguk hates it.
“yes.” jeongguk replies, because he has earned it, and jeongguk is a man of his word. but he almost wishes he could say no, because taehyung is probably going to leave after he gets paid. and jeongguk really wants him to stay.
“then no.” taehyung tells him, surprising him but jeongguk manages to not let it show on his face. “put out a shirt and a pair of your boxers for me. i’m gonna shower.” with that, he gets off the bed and makes his way to the en suite bathroom. jeongguk watches as he goes, allowing himself a smile since taehyung’s back is turned. he’s about to call the concierge desk to get someone to change the sheets when taehyung sticks his head out of the bathroom.
“you gonna join me?” taehyung asks, an eyebrow raised. jeongguk wishes he could resist the kid, but he’s only human.
“you gonna shampoo my hair?” jeongguk replies, making his way to him. the sheets can wait.
“fuck, no.” taehyung scowls, ducking back into the bathroom and expecting jeongguk to follow him.
jeongguk allows himself a smile again, and tries to forget that he’s paying for this.