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The first time Yeonsu works in Stardust in an official capacity, he’s intimidated. It wasn’t just the glitz and glamour of it all; it was the customers and their increasingly growing appetites as Stardust’s new reputation slithered around Kamurocho. He knows he can’t afford the intimidation, though, so he powers through it in the only way he knows how: a slick smile, dancing fingers along bare skin, and hushed whispers that he learned from obsessively studying Joon-gi. As time passes, it becomes like second nature, and he’s no longer second-guessing himself, his mind no longer running at lightspeed and obsessively trying to ensure that he doesn’t slip up. He’s meticulous in even the way he drinks champagne, his fingers curving around the stem of the glass in the same way Joon-gi’s do. He even presses his lips in the same spot on customers’ necks the way Joon-gi does during after-hours dates. Nothing seems amiss, at least until he receives a message from Joon-gi to go to his office the moment the club closes.
“Yeonsu, surely you know why you’re here?”
Joon-gi’s voice is always so silky smooth in a way that Yeonsu desperately tried to imitate but could never get quite there, but it was enough to fool anyone else without obsessive tendencies. It’s that same silky voice that shoots electricity down his spine as he anxiously stands before Joon-gi.
“I–” Yeonsu began to say, but quickly trailed off, uncertainty suddenly settling deep into his bones.
Joon-gi’s perfectly shaped lips curve into a smile before he reaches across his desk and grips Yeonsu by the chin. “Imagine my surprise when I was reading complaint emails and one of them was about me.”
Ice fills Yeonsu’s blood. Surely he hasn’t slipped up, has he? He was meticulous, never giving anything away.
“I suppose I didn’t train you well enough on how to use this–”
Joon-gi’s fingers on his chin trailed upward to his mouth, pushing his lips apart, and long fingers slipping against his tongue. Yeonsu’s saliva gathered around the fingers, and he couldn’t help but moan lightly from the all-too-familiar action.
“--but you still manage to act the part of a well-seasoned host despite that,” Joon-gi continues, laughing as he presses his fingers against the plush of Yeonsu’s tongue. “My sweet Yeonsu, have your cocksucking skills not improved in our time together? This complaint goes on far too long about how my mouth isn’t as good as it was before.”
Yeonsu tries to apologize around the fingers, but Joon-gi refuses to let up and only pushes the fingers deeper, forcing him to gag around them.
“Shall we have a supplemental lesson?”
The younger man nods eagerly, desperate to please Joon-gi. Yeonsu isn’t sure where this needling desire to earn Joon-gi’s approval started. Having the job of being a double for Joon-gi forced on him by his deadbeat father should’ve been enough to make him resent Joon-gi; it almost had been. Yeonsu had been so determined to fight against it all, especially after taking that first look in the mirror and realizing his face wasn’t his own and instead a mess of stitches and scars that would fade, but he’d know they would be there. He had wanted to take all of his spite and anger out against not just his father, but against Han Joon-gi. Those feelings had been so quick to slip away the moment he met Joon-gi, though, the man’s dark eyes staring at Yeonsu’s father with the vaguest hint of disgust before giving away to a plastic smile that Yeonsu was so certain only he could detect.
(He’d spent long enough studying the man from afar after all.)
It was only when they were alone, Yeonsu’s father leaving with the sort of grin that said he thought he had just handed over a perfect gift, that Joon-gi’s too stiff smile gave way to something more sinister.
“Kim Yeonsu, haven’t you ever wished to slip a knife right between his ribs?”
He had. Every single time his father threw a bottle at him, blamed their misfortune on them as if Yeonsu had been the one to put an end to the Jingweon, or sank his knuckles deep into the flesh of Yeonsu until they were painted red. Each time he was met with the fleeting thought of doing the very thing Joon-gi had suggested, but he never had the courage.
At least not until Joon-gi had suggested with all the casualness of suggesting what they should have for dinner.
Maybe that’s when it all had started, with Joon-gi putting the knife in his hands, with an honest smile that said he did want what was best for Yeonsu.
“Where’s your focus, Yeonsu?”
There’s a push of a thumb against his tongue once more before Joon-gi removes his fingers completely. He gives them an appraising look before looking fondly at Yeonsu and giving him a smile. The honest one, the one that he so rarely wore for anyone else. It sends shivers down Yeonsu’s spine, like he’s one of the women that fawns over him (or at least Joon-gi).
“You know I don’t like it when your mind wanders when it’s just us,” Joon-gi continues, a slight threat to his tone, but he’s still wearing that smile. He settles himself in his chair, legs spread slightly in invitation. It makes Yeonsu’s mouth go dry, and it’s almost a little pathetic how quick he is to fall to his knees and scramble between Joon-gi’s legs. It earns him a little smirk from the man above him, and he can’t help but bristle in pleasure.
If there’s one thing he has learned to admire about becoming Han Joon-gi, it was his fingers. He had initially resented the gritty detail his father forced onto him, but there was an elegance to them that he learned to love. Even as he fumbled with Joon-gi’s button and zipper, the lack of practice in the action evident, he found himself studying them intimately. It’s only when he hears Joon-gi tut at him does he tear his stare away from them.
“This is pathetic even for a beginner,” Joon-gi chides him. His tone is cruel, but instead of shame, it’s a sudden wave of want and need that fills Yeonsu. If he wasn’t so enamored with the way Joon-gi stared down at him, he’d probably be more aware of how wet he was growing.
He’s determined to earn words of praise, for Joon-gi to pet his head and murmur how well he was doing, so he doubles down and tries to still his trembling fingers and finally manages to take Joon-gi’s cock out of his pants. He doesn’t even realize he’s spoken until Joon-gi lets out a laugh that has Yeonsu shifting uncomfortably on his knees.
“I don't ever get tired of you saying how pretty my cock is.”
And it is pretty, so much like the rest of Joon-gi. It’s a mouth-watering pinkish hue, especially when it was half-hard like this and leaking pre. Yeonsu can’t help but timidly wrap his fingers around the base of it and give the tip a lick, the pre tasting slightly bitter on his tongue. A shift from Joon-gi encourages him, his tongue becoming slightly more bold, and he licks from base to tip, even pressing a small kiss along the head of the cock. After a few more kisses, the thrust of a hand in his hair forces him to stop.
“You’re too meek, Yeonsu. You’ll never get anyone hard enough licking it like that,” Joon-gi says with a sigh almost as if he’s disappointed. He yanks Yeonsu’s head back slightly, a delightful sting shoots down his spine, and he can’t help but shudder.
“But I thought you said to tease them–”
“Even your definition of teasing is meek. Do something like this to a customer, and they’re going to shove their cock down your throat.”
Yeonsu’s face sears bright red at Joon-gi’s words, and he’s certain that the blush crawling up to his ears and the slight whine of want that crosses his lips are things that have never happened to the man above him. He almost expects Joon-gi to scold him again, but instead he smiles down at him and strokes his cheek with his free hand.
“Who knew you had it in you to be a little slutty? You’re really so cute,” Joon-gi hums at him before loosening his grip on Yeonsu’s hair. The weight of his hand remained heavy, though, but it felt good, almost like Joon-gi was petting him. “Keep going.”
Yeonsu nods, before leaning in and taking one last lick of Joon-gi’s cock and taking the head of it into his mouth. He couldn’t help but moan at the taste of it, familiar, but never enough. It’s almost enough to make him forget to keep his lips and tongue soft as he works his mouth, but the hum of approval from Joon-gi tells him that at least that much is second nature now. With each movement, Yeonsu takes in more of Joon-gi until he’s down to the very root of his dick, his nose pushed insistently into neatly trimmed hair. He was only able to take the entirety of Joon-gi’s cock in his throat for a brief moment, but before he attempts to pull off of it, an insistent hand presses against his head, preventing him from moving.
“This is a lesson, Yeonsu, so how about you learn?” Joon-gi’s voice is entirely too pleasant, as if Yeonsu wasn’t gagging around his cock, saliva quickly pooling around it.
There’s little warning before Joon-gi begins to thrust into Yeonsu’s mouth, wet noises quickly filling the office. In the back of Yeonsu’s mind, he can’t help but remember Joon-gi’s advice to be loud. The moans and gags that spill out of Yeonsu’s mouth aren’t performative, though, not with Joon-gi furiously fucking into his face while wearing a near manic grin.
“You’re such a good boy for me, Yeonsu,” Joon-gi praises him as his thrusts become more erratic. Tears had long formed in the corners of his eyes and were now freely streaming down his face. “Just a little more–”
The cock batters his throat like he’s never felt before, and the uneven pace was far beyond anything he experienced with customers, but he’s wetter than he has ever been before. It’s all almost enough for him to cum, especially with Joon-gi singing his praises, long fingers curled into his hair. Yeonsu feels his throat constrict around Joon-gi’s cock one last time before a guttural groan spills from Joon-gi’s lips. Cum splatters the back of Yeonsu’s throat, forcing a gag out of him as strong hands hold his head tight against Joon-gi’s pelvis. The cum is too much for him to swallow, and it slicks down Joon-gi’s cock alongside Yeonsu’s drool. The knowledge that Joon-gi spilled into his mouth because of him was a shot of ecstasy through his body as he pulled off the softening cock.
“You’re a filthy mess.”
Had those words been spoken by anyone else, it would’ve been an insult. Perhaps Joon-gi did mean it as an insult, but when his thumb reaches down to wipe away tears that had begun to stain his cheeks, Yeonsu can’t perceive it as any other way but tender. The other man was anything but tender, but he’d shown sides of himself to Yeonsu that nobody else saw. Perhaps it was a benefit of his role in Joon-gi’s life, but a small part of him chooses to believe it’s more than that.
“You really should see yourself, Yeonsu,” Joon-gi continues, another swipe of tears right below his eye. “Eyeliner everywhere. Someone would think you’ve been heartbroken, not sucking cock.”
A short pause.
“But you did well. Perhaps a reward is in order?”
“I want you to fuck me–”
The words spill from Yeonsu’s mouth before Joon-gi is even done speaking. It earns him a raise of Joon-gi’s eyebrows, but the expression on his face didn’t seem to be opposed. And why would it? Despite the awe he had for Joon-gi, Yeonsu was no fool. He knows he looks absolutely fuckable right now with swollen, cum-slicked lips, hair slightly mussed, and desperation in his eyes. And Joon-gi was vain, his cock was already half-hard again at the idea of fucking someone in the very image of him. He never pretended otherwise, always welcoming Yeonsu into his bed when he asked for it.
Joon-gi reaches forward and pulls Yeonsu forward to pull him into a filthy kiss. It was sloppy, a little bit sweet, and entirely too deep. When the kiss breaks, Yeonsu is left breathless and wanting. He doesn’t even think before he grabs Joon-gi’s cock to lightly twist it and bring it back to full hardness.
“And how does my sweet Yeonsu want to be fucked tonight?” Joon-gi strokes Yeonsu’s cheek as he pulls him into his lap. Yeonsu leans into the touch, the tenderness entirely too intimate to pass up. He continues to preen under the attention until it comes to a stop, clearly waiting for an answer to the question spoken moments before.
“That’s…” Yeonsu begins, before trailing off and biting into his lip. “I’ve been practicing with my fingers…”
There really wasn’t an elegant way to ask to be fucked in the ass, especially for the first time, and Yeonsu wonders if he should stop while he was ahead–
“Practicing for me?” Joon-gi’s lips pulled into a smile. “Or were you hoping someone at the club would fuck you?”
“No, I’ve only ever–”
Joon-gi interrupts him with another kiss, this one less breathtaking than before, but it still takes his breath all the same. When it breaks, Yeonsu’s head is still spinning when he hears the words, “Take your clothes off.”
It doesn’t take long for Yeonsu to strip, even less time for him to willingly bend over Joon-gi’s desk like a whore. He knows that Joon-gi likes him best pliant and eager, so much so that he’s even kneeling behind Yeonsu, tongue soft and sweet against his hole like he knows Yeonsu likes. It’s so gentle that it’s impossible to hold back breathy moans as Joon-gi licks and kisses his hole. It’s a rare occasion for Joon-gi to eat him out like this, his hands squeezing Yeonsu’s cheeks like they’re a lifeline.
A shot of desperation is making its way through Yeonsu now, the kind that has him gripping onto the edge of the desk too tightly and biting his tongue to keep from begging. And he wants to. The want and need are on his lips, and he wants to voice them to Joon-gi, even if he knows it’ll just cause Joon-gi to purposely take even longer.
“Are you getting impatient?” Joon-gi murmurs against the curve of Yeonsu’s ass. He thinks he can feel a smile against it too. There’s a sudden chill against his spit-slicked hole as Joon-gi pulls back, appraising his work. “I don’t want you to get hurt from this.”
Because then you couldn’t work the club when I don’t feel like it is the unspoken reason, but Yeonsu has known his place for quite a while now and doesn’t feel hurt from it.
“I can’t wait any longer,” Yeonsu braves a whimper. It earns him a smack to his ass, but it’s almost playful, like Joon-gi is enjoying unraveling him to the point of begging.
“Don’t be so spoiled,” Joon-gi hums out, but presses a thumb against Yeonsu’s hole. His hole is soft enough that the ring of muscle immediately gives away to the intrusion. It doesn’t come close to soothing the fire in his belly, but it’s something.
Another finger enters him, and this time, Yeonsu doesn’t care if it’ll earn him another smack; he lets out a needy moan. The other man is kind to him, though, and allows Yeonsu to grind on his fingers without reprimand, even adding a third digit. The stretch was a relief, and Joon-gi’s fingers felt better than his own, but he needed something thicker and deeper inside of him.
“Please, Joon-gi. I need you inside of me.” Yeonsu knows he sounds pathetic, but he’s beyond feeling any sense of shame, least of all in front of the man who knows just how to unravel him.
Fingers are pulled from his hole, and the sudden emptiness makes Yeonsu let out a pitiful moan. He can feel his slick hole winking, desperate to be filled once again. He knows he doesn’t have to wait much longer, though, when he hears the sound of foil ripping and feels the cold sensation of lube on his hole. A little shudder overcomes him, but it’s quickly smothered away by two fingers being shoved inside of him again.
A sigh of relief overcomes Yeonsu as he leans into Joon-gi’s fingers, relishing the way they were slowly going in and out of him. It wasn’t enough to satisfy him, but it’s enough to take the edge off and increase his anticipation. Joon-gi’s fingers scissor him open a few more times before pulling out altogether, only to be replaced by the insistent press of Joon-gi’s cock. He doesn’t immediately press in though; instead, he rubs the head of it around the ring of muscle, teasing Yeonsu enough that tears of frustration start to fill his eyes.
“Please,” the word escapes reedy and high from Yeonsu.
“You did make me cum earlier and swallowed it all,” Joon-gi says, a smile in his voice. “But please what, Yeonsu? Use your words.”
Yeonsu swallows thickly before turning his head just enough to peek at Joon-gi. The other man is wearing a smile, one that belongs to a man who says he owns everything, including what was currently under him. He lost his jacket at some point, revealing his fit chest and pink nipples, but otherwise was completely put together with only that same grin on his face he wore when he was fucking Yeonsu’s mouth. If it were anyone else, Yeonsu might have been irritated being the one to be falling apart, but he never could be that with Joon-gi.
“Please fuck me,” Yeonsu whispers.
“My cute, sweet Yeonsu,” Joon-gi answers before finally, finally pushing himself inside Yeonsu. It’s all he can do to not let out a desperate cry, the penetration alone enough to make him wet enough that he can feel slick down his thighs. The cock pushes past his rim slowly, inch by inch, until Joon-gi completely bottoms out, his pelvis tight against the curve of Yeonsu’s ass. He doesn’t immediately start to move. Instead, he remains still as if to allow Yeonsu to adjust to his dick, or perhaps it was a test to see if Yeonsu would try to move. Yeonsu doesn’t move, though, only slightly squirming as Joon-gi grips onto his hips. Several long seconds pass by before Joon-gi finally begins to move, slow and steady.
A gasp of relief escapes Yeonsu, quiet and breathy, but he otherwise remains silent. His hole clenches tightly, however, as if desperate to cling to Joon-gi’s cock. It makes the drag of the cock inside of him all the sweeter, even more so when he feels Joon-gi lean over him just enough to press wet kisses along his neck.
It’s a godsend when Joon-gi finally begins to move quicker, his slow pace giving way to a steadier one. The steady slide of the cock wasn’t enough, though, and Joon-gi dares to bring a hand between his legs to rub his dick. But no sooner had he brought his hand down, he felt a hand twist in his hair and yank his head upwards.
“I didn’t say you could touch yourself,” Joon-gi hums, still steadily pounding Yeonsu’s ass. “You wanted me to fuck you, so you have to cum from my dick.”
“I can’t–”
“You can,” interrupts Joon-gi, letting go of Yeonsu’s hair. He presses another series of wet kisses against Yeonsu’s neck before beginning to jackrabbit into Yeonsu. Joon-gi’s movements became unsteady, and the sound of skin on skin filled Yeonsu’s ears, loud and lewd enough that he doesn’t even realize that his own broken moans were adding to the noise.
“Are you going to let customers fuck you like this? Use you like a whore?” Joon-gi’s words have a biting tone to them, but they shoot straight to Yeonsu’s cock. “It would make up for how poorly you suck cock.”
A broken sound escapes from Yeonsu’s mouth, saliva dripping from his mouth as if to accentuate just how slutty he was. A part of him wants to protest at Joon-gi’s words; he would never allow a customer to fuck him like this. The only cock inside of him he wanted was Joon-gi’s, but he couldn’t form the words, and the only thing that came out of his mouth was more drool.
He can feel his legs spread more, his back arching, and he feels just as much of the whore that Joon-gi claims him to be. He wants more and more and more until he can no longer see straight, until he can’t speak, until he’s only drunk on Joon-gi’s cock. The feeling of want and desire is so much that Yeonsu doesn’t even realize that he’s begging for release from Joon-gi. He wants to cum, he needs to cum–
“Let it out, Yeonsu,” whispers Joon-gi.
And that’s what does him in. An orgasm washes through Yeonsu, the heat blooming from his pelvis into his cunt, squirting as he let out a desperate sob of pleasure. He’s feeling it all too much, and Joon-gi keeps pounding into him with no sign of stopping.
“Joon-gi, please–” babbles out Yeonsu. “I can’t, it’s too much–”
A hand rests on the small of his back, pressing firmly into him. For a brief moment, Yeonsu feels grounded by the touch, as if maybe Joon-gi is trying to comfort him. The feeling is fleeting though and Joon-gi grinds into him even more using his new grip on Yeonsu to press into him hard. A throaty moan spills from Joon-gi’s mouth, fingers desperately trying to grip onto the fine wood of the desk, but finding no purchase.
“Fuck, you really are so tight. It’s like you want my cock in you all the time.”
Something primal lights up in Yeonsu’s brain at those words. Maybe it was just him riding the high of the dirty talk, or perhaps it was always a secret wish of his. He already belonged to Joon-gi in so many different ways, wouldn’t it be nice to just be a warm hole for Joon-gi to stick his dick in? It’s an impossible desire, but it’s what makes him gasp out Joon-gi’s name once more and feel another wave of release come over him.
Yeonsu feels this orgasm even more intensely than the other one, his toes and fingers curling as wails rip from him. If he were more put together and not so cock drunk, he’d feel embarrassed at the gush of his cum from his cunt once again. He knows he’s a wet mess, he knows he should try to be more in control of himself, but the feel of Joon-gi’s cock slamming into him over and over was entirely too much for him to bear.
A high-pitched fuck escapes from the man above him, and a few more short stutters of his hips before Yeonsu feels the clench of his fingers around his hips, holding onto the milky white skin like a lifeline. He can feel Joon-gi’s cum spilling into him, his cock pulsing against his walls. Another little broken sob escapes from Yeonsu as he feels the final splatter of cum inside of him.
The two of them remained still for several moments, Joon-gi’s heavy breathing and Yeonsu’s little hiccups filling the air. After a moment, the two men finally unraveled, slowly untangling from each other. Joon-gi collapses into his chair, his cock still half-hard as he pulls it back into his pants. He pulls Yeonsu into his lap, an act of tenderness that he hadn’t expected, and holds him. Yeonsu allows himself to be boneless as Joon-gi gently kissed him along the shell of his ear.
“In another world, I would keep you locked up as all mine,” Joon-gi says in a voice that’s almost too quiet for Yeonsu to hear. Another kiss, this time along his neck. “If I hear any more complaints, I might have to punish you next time.”
“It won’t happen again.” Yeonsu knows his voice sounds tired, but knows that Joon-gi accepts his words as sincere.
“Perhaps, next time, we can try a new lesson.” Joon-gi brushes a messy lock of Yeonsu’s hair out of his face. “After all, don’t you think you’ll have to know how to eat a girl’s pussy?”
And like every other lesson before, Yeonsu knows it will be very hands-on.