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Han Yoojin walked down the hall of the hotel, away from where Nakajima and Harada were being ushered back to their car. It was still dark outside, but the hall was brightly lit up and beautiful. Sung Hyunje walked easily at his side: tall, intimidating, and unflappable after getting Han Yoojin coffee like some kind of waiter. There was still no one else in the hotel with them, and while Han Yoojin was excited about his accomplishment, he continued to feel this whole effort – at least with renting out the hotel – really was too far of the Sesung guild leader.
That was before Han Yoojin felt Sung Hyunje’s hand on his arm, followed by Han Yoojin getting yanked into a small, windowless, side corridor, and pushed up against a wall. The cup of coffee fell out of Han Yoojin’s hands as he was pulled, and rolled on the carpet behind them, its contents spilled out.
Sung Hyunje gazed down at him, so large he nearly blocked out the artificial lighting, and much of his face was in shadow, save for his golden eyes. Sung Hyunje’s arms braced Han Yoojin’s arms against the wall. His jacket brushed Han Yoojin’s chest.
Han Yoojin swallowed as he gazed up, alarmed. Did I push him too far with that request? He thought. He felt Sung Hyunje had gotten something out of it, with his usual strange amusement at everything new. The man had roleplayed a tour guide and a prince before, so surely a waiter wasn’t that big of a deal? “Partner-ssi, what are you doing?”
Sung Hyunje’s eyes curved, and he smiled slightly in a way that felt dangerous.
Han Yoojin was grateful for his fear resistance, because he imagined things would be very different if he didn’t have it on. He was so happy about the successful negotiation, that he almost had nothing to spare to put up against a happy Sung Hyunje.
“Han Yoojin-gun liked the coffee?” Sung Hyunje asked as he moved closer, his lips brushing Han Yoojin’s left cheek.
“Y-yes…?” Han Yoojin replied. He swallowed, worried this was more than his fear resistance could take. “I would have liked it more if I could finish it! You made me drop it!” He’d worked hard! He deserved a reward! Negotiating with the Japanese Hunters had taken some time!
Sung Hyunje chuckled. “Terribly careless of me. You can drop a star for that.”
Han Yoojin scowled up at the shameless man. “I don’t need your permission to assign ratings! Besides, you can’t award zero stars!” He sure is being presumptuous, Han Yoojin thought.
Sung Hyunje moved down to kiss Han Yoojin’s lips, muffling any further protest.
Han Yoojin wiggled a little, but then shut his eyes for the kiss. I hate that he’s a good kisser, too! He thought. Is there anything he’s bad at, other than taking a hint?!
Sung Hyunje pressed his right thigh forward, grinding it against Han Yoojin’s crotch, and making Han Yoojin gasp into Sung Hyunje’s mouth.
Wicked man, Han Yoojin thought as he instinctively pressed against Sung Hyunje’s thigh. When Sung Hyunje finally pulled back to let him breathe, Han Yoojin gasped, “Anyone could walk past us. There have to be staff cleaning or something…” He can’t have bought the whole hotel just for today! He thought.
“You’re so bothered by people seeing me care for you?” Sung Hyunje said, in his normal confident manner. His chains appeared around him, glowing, and one ran into a nearby ceiling corner. This was followed by a crunch and a sizzle, and Han Yoojin saw pieces of a camera fall to the floor. “Now we’re good.
Han Yoojin refused to thank him. He was mostly embarrassed about what would happen if recordings got online, which he knew they would if the chance was there. “I like my privacy. Do what you want where others can’t see it.” He had too many memories of the press ripping apart any photographs of him in the past, let alone footage of him with Han Yoohyun. I would rather be with people I care about where the press can’t see it, he thought. Though his face heated when he realized he was including Sung Hyunjae in the “people I care about” category. At least I didn’t say it out loud, he thought. I meant Yoohyun-ie, anyway, not this Partner-ssi.
Sung Hyunje smiled, clearly glad of the invitation, and used his chains to hold up Han Yoojin’s arms against the wall, while Sung Hyunje’s hands moved down to undo Han Yoojin’s suit pants and let them fall.
Han Yoojin glanced at the hallway, but no one was coming. Only the fallen coffee was keeping them company. The Japanese Hunters would have been ushered in a different direction.
Sung Hyunje’s fingers wiggled under the waistband of Han Yoojin’s underwear, slowly pulling it down his skin, and then finally letting Han Yoojin’s half-hard cock feel the cool air conditioning of the hall.
Han Yoojin resigned himself to his fate, but also added, “Hurry up. You’re taking forever.”
“Good things should be savored,” Sung Hyunje said as he used his chains to grab Han Yoojin’s ankles and raise them into the air, too, pulling his back away from the wall in the doing. Sung Hyunje carefully undid Han Yoojin’s shoes and set them on the floor, then pulled the pants and underwear entirely off, making Han Yoojin feel goosebumps in the air. Then Sung Hyunje had the chains spread Han Yoojin’s freed legs apart so that the younger man was painfully on display if anyone walked past them.
Han Yoojin was grateful one of the chains was supporting his back a little, to offset his hanging from his wrists and ankles, but his face still burned. Savored?! I’m not food!
Sung Hyunje reached into one of his suit jacket pockets and pulled out a small bottle of lube.
Han Yoojin narrowed his eyes as Sung Hyunje unstoppered the bottle. “This isn’t why you bought out the hotel, is it? So you could fuck me in public and private?” It was just the kind of ridiculous scheme the older man would come up with.
Sung Hyunje chuckled and wet his fingers before stepping closer and pressing them between Han Yoojin’s ass cheeks.
Han Yoojin was used to the familiar touch of Sung Hyunje’s fingers, but being so public about it – even in an empty hotel – had his nerves on edge, especially with the Japanese Hunters in the building, even though they had to be far away by now. He’d been happy to give Han Yoohyun his new equipment, not ready for Sung Hyunje to snatch him. It meant his mind was being pulled in a number of very confusing directions, so rather than being prepared, he shivered as Sung Hyunje pressed his fingers inside Han Yoojin’s ass, pushing the lube inside. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You spent all that time entertaining others,” Sung Hyunje said, with a pouty tone that could almost slap Han Yoohyun. “I think it’s only fair I get my bit of entertainment, too.”
Han Yoojin glared, even as Sung Hyunje began thrusting his fingers in and out. “I’m not a street performer!” Even if they were standing in the middle of a hallway and not in a room for some reason, where they could be private about it, and even if Han Yoojin’s limbs were strung up like some kind of art piece…
“You’re my precious partner,” Sung Hyunje nearly purred as he thrust his fingers in harder, making Han Yoojin sway in the chains, even with the chain supporting his back. “Of course you’re not just some performer. You’re an actor.”
Han Yoojin glared at him right before a wave of pleasure went spiked up from Sung Hyunje’s fingers and up through Han Yoojin’s body. He gasped and curled his head down a little, shaking. The acting was his idea! Han Yoojin thought, angrily. Or at least he agreed to it!
Sung Hyunje’s fingers were relentless, especially when he added a third. He kept his left hand resting on Han Yoojin’s right thigh, stroking the bare skin there gently.
Han Yoojin would have pushed down on the fingers in his ass if the chains granted him any leverage. As it was, he bit down on a desperate whine. Sung Hyunje really was going too slow. Him and his stupid savoring nonsense, Han Yoojin thought.
“You’re even acting well, now,” Sung Hyunje said as he finally pulled his fingers out. He undid his pants and stepped forward, coating his cock in lube.
“I’m not acting,” Han Yoojin growled as Sung Hyunje took hold of the younger man’s left hip. “Do you think so little of your own efforts?” He was responding normally, not like his pretend weakness with the Japanese Hunters. Sung Hyunje knew how much he messed with Han Yoojin’s mind. Or at least he seemed to.
Sung Hyunje guided his cock to Han Yoojin’s hole. He chuckled as he replied, “Are you worried about my self-confidence? A proper tour guide always has good charisma.” He pressed his cock inside Han Yoojin’s hole, making Han Yoojin shudder at the breach, even as he tried to push forward into it.
“A proper tour guide would know the way to a bedroom,” Han Yoojin muttered as Sung Hyunje thrust in deeper. It was a lot to take in, as usual, but Han Yoojin slowly adjusted after a few thrusts. He moved his hips as much as he could.
“Impatience is a flaw this tour guide must work to surmount,” Sung Hyunje replied cheerily as he increased the pace of his thrusts, making Han Yoojin swing a bit in the chains.
The air on Han Yoojin’s back as he swung kept him from sweating too much, and he tried to even his breathing, but it was getting increasingly impossible.
Sung Hyunje had both his hands on Han Yoojin’s hips, and was yanking him closer on every thrust forward, burying his cock deep in Han Yoojin’s insides. His golden eyes glowed in the shadows, and he seemed to tower even more over Han Yoojin.
“You should quit while you’re ahead,” Han Yoojin said as he panted, wishing he could grab his own cock. Sung Hyunje was driving him to the edge, but with just the open air, Han Yoojin was unable to come properly. “You’re never patient.” It wasn’t precisely true: Sung Hyunje was always waiting to spring at the proper moment. It seemed he was quite patient to work his way into Han Yoojin’s pants at any opportunity. But he always leapt for what he wanted, taking everything Han Yoojin had to give him, and more.
“I fear they’ll have to let you leave negative stars at this rate,” Sung Hyunje said in a mock mournful manner as he changed the angle of his thrusts just a little.
Now each thrust sent more waves of pleasure through Han Yoojin, and he groaned on each one. When Sung Hyunje made no move to touch Han Yoojin’s cock, the younger man said, “Fine, fine, a half star! For the coffee! Which you at least delivered even if you ruined the enjoyment of it!”
Sung Hyunje chuckled before he reached up with his right hand and wrapped it around Han Yoojin’s cock, pumping it in time with the thrusts. “Next time I’ll make you even better coffee.”
Han Yoojin barely heard him as Sung Hyunje’s hands pushed him over the edge of release. He made a garbled sound and twisted in on himself a bit – though the chains didn’t let him move much – even as Sung Hyunje kept thrusting back and forth, wanting to carve a way through Han Yoojin’s insides. Han Yoojin breathed heavily as Sung Hyunje milked his cock, wringing every last bit of Han Yoojin’s release out of him. His come spilled over his suit shirt, and Han Yoojin didn’t have the ability to think about how he’d explain that later.
Sung Hyunje gasped and pulled Han Yoojin close as he came, too, spilling deep inside Han Yoojin’s ass. He breathed deeply over Han Yoojin’s chest. “Not acting at all now, which is the best.” His hands shuddered against Han Yoojin’s skin, and then he finally let go of Han Yoojin’s cock.
Han Yoojin grimaced as he felt Sung Hyunje’s come fill him up. “This is a mess for the cleaners,” he said, tiredly, as the day’s events caught up to him. “It’s disgraceful. My business partner should treat the people he hires better.” The hotel staff were technically Sung Hyunje’s employees for the day, and this was how he’d treated them!
“They clean up worse all the time,” Sung Hyunje said dismissively, leaning down to let his forehead rest against Han Yoojin’s. “And similar but far worse than this. Do you think no one ever fucks in their hotel room, especially the wealthy?”
Han Yoojin’s face burned. He’d never been in a fancy hotel room before he’d regressed. He’d just seen them and what people did in them on television sometimes, or heard about it. His time in Hong Kong had practically been the first time he’d stayed in one, and Sung Hyunje had visited him there, so yes, Han Yoojin knew what people did in them. But it was another thing to be able to glance over to spilled coffee on an expensive carpet, and feeling Sung Hyunje’s come drip out of his overfull ass onto said carpet, in the same hall as a broken camera. “Then you should treat your business partner better. Tying me up like a fish or something, leaving me to swing like this! It’s rude!” He still felt his orgasm move through him, but he couldn’t let Sung Hyunje have the last word on the matter.
“How careless of me,” Sung Hyunje mused. Sung Hyunje wrapped his left arm around Han Yoojin’s back, and then pressed closer to Han Yoojin. The chains went with him, letting him squish Han Yoojin more against the wall, keeping him slightly more stable. Sung Hyunje’s cock was still buried inside the shorter man. Sung Hyunje’s nose was over Han Yoojin’s right cheek, and Han Yoojin could hear him breathe. They were so close now.
“Better,” Han Yoojin said, happy for the contact that made him feel more grounded, and like he wouldn’t fall. He never lets me fall. “But you’ll have to clean this up, too. You really are being unfair, as well: undo the ones on my wrists.” When Sung Hyunjae obliged, Han Yoojin quickly wrapped his arms around Sung Hyunje’s back, squeezing him a little. He’d been pleased when Sung Hyunje had returned with the coffee, and he felt that Sung Hyunje was pleased too, and perhaps jealous of what Han Yoojin had done with the Japanese Hunters. Does he want to get seduced by me as well? Han Yoojin thought. Or is that what already happened?
“My partner is a difficult taskmaster,” Sung Hyunje said. He kissed Han Yoojin’s forehead. “A hopeful sign for his future as a businessman.”
Han Yoojin snorted and pulled Sung Hyunje’s face down to glare into those curved and annoying golden eyes. “You can say you’re proud of me, you know.”
Sung Hyunje blinked at him, looking the faintest bit surprised. Then he smiled and leaned forward. Before their lips pressed together, he said, “I’m proud of my partner.”