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Wooyoung stood outside of the club, arms crossed, waiting for his friends to join him.
He was shivering, but that’s because he was wearing nothing but ripped black jeans and a lace see-through top. He forgot to bring a jacket, too focused on his appearance as he left his apartment, admiring his bracelets and veiled arms as stepped out the door.
Now, as he waits in the cold, he kind of regrets agreeing to come. Who knows how long it takes San and Yunho to get ready for this place? Who knows how long they’ll want to stay?
He glared at the entrance. He still had no clue what kind of place this was that had San and Yunho coming here all the time.
Without him.
They come here all of the time without him.
Wooyoung’s annoyed. He’s annoyed at the fact that he didn’t know about this, and that they never thought to invite him.
Wooyoung invites San to everything! Just because San has Yunho now doesn’t mean he gets to start excluding him from things.
Shuddering, Wooyoung glanced up at the glowing blue sign reading “Aurora”, slowly beginning to shake harder, except this time not from the cold.
He’s scared to go inside. If this was a normal club, he wouldn’t mind – but it wasn’t a normal club. This was a BDSM club.
He was afraid that one look at him and they’d all know the truth.
That Wooyoung is a 20-year-old virgin.
It’s not like he planned on being a virgin for this long. It’s just that he’s never felt comfortable getting on that level with someone else yet.
He’d always been known as a flirt, as audacious and confident as he is, but in truth, he’d only had two serious boyfriends.
One lasted a few months in high school; resulting in only awkward dates to the movies and chaste pecks on the lips.
The other he met when he first started uni. They had spent most of their time together attending parties and rutting up against each other whenever they got the chance. Wooyoung had never let him go below the belt, though. It’s not that he didn’t want to, it’s just he never felt quite safe, or comfortable enough to bare himself like that.
Wooyoung, on the other hand, was not afraid to go down for other people. Giving blowjobs had become his specialty.
It had actually started to become a thing on campus, that he gives the best head. Practice makes perfect, and Wooyoung had a lot of it. It seemed that at every party he went to he would end up in someone’s bedroom, mouth full, making someone’s night. Many had tried to reciprocate, but he always managed to escape; saying that they could ‘next time’ or, ‘this is just for you’. Funnily enough, most people don’t argue when receiving a blowjob with no strings attached.
A BDSM club though? That was different. You can’t hide from sex when that’s what the entire club is about, right?
So, why would San and Yunho agree to bring Wooyoung to a BDSM club if he’s an inexperienced virgin?
Well, that’s because they don’t know.
Nobody knows. Everyone had just assumed that Wooyoung had lost his virginity already because he’s a social butterfly. It doesn’t matter where they go, he always knows someone and instantly becomes the life of the party. So how could he possibly be a virgin?
Wooyoung was staring at his feet, thoughts swirling, when he felt a presence come near.
It was Yunho. He looked Wooyoung up and down, a sour look on his face.
“You’re wearing that?”
Wooyoung cocked a brow, tilting his head to inspect the other. Yunho was in tight leather pants and not much else. His bare chest was wrapped in what looked like a leather holster, black bands stretching down his shoulders and across his chest, connecting to a metal circlet on his sternum. The straps met again around Yunho’s neck, thick material encircling his throat like a choker. San was beside him, wearing knee-high boots, a leather skirt, and a strappy top that matched his boyfriend’s.
Wooyoung’s jaw dropped. He didn’t imagine he would feel this underdressed.
He picked it back up and huffed. “You told me to wear black!” He whined, pouting out his glossed lips.
San sidled over, casually wrapping his arm around Wooyoung’s midsection. “I think you look lovely,” he assured, shooting Yunho a playful glare.
Yunho smiled, shrugging his wide shoulders. “You look fine! I just hope the bouncer lets you in.”
Wooyoung didn’t have time to contemplate, San was already pushing them both towards the entrance. “Let’s go!” He urged them.
At the door, a man all in black with bright red hair smirked at them. Wooyoung looked at his broad chest, reading the name “Jongho” off his name tag.
“Back again already?” The bouncer asked coyly. “And you brought a friend?”
Wooyoung bristled as he was looked over. Thankfully, the man doesn't comment on his outfit.
“Yes. This is Wooyoung!” San answered cheerfully, extending his wrist to the bouncer who was already peeling the backing off a red strip of paper. “He needs a newbie bracelet, please.” He added in a whisper.
Jongho nodded as he wrapped the strip around San’s wrist, before reaching back and plucking a light pink strip from his podium. He nodded towards Wooyoung’s arm, who gave it, albeit hesitantly.
Wooyoung blinked, looking between his and San’s wrists.
Yunho seemed to notice his confusion. He smiled and leaned over, speaking directly into Wooyoung’s ear. “It’s just so everyone in the club knows you’re not experienced in the scene.” He explained. “Just another way to protect you.”
Wooyoung nodded, giving him a tight-lipped smile as Jongho finished fastening the band around his wrist. As if he understands what that means?
“Why are your wristbands red?” He asked instead, watching Yunho accept the differently colored band around his wrist.
“Red means we are not new to the scene but we are not open to new people.” Yunho replied, smoothing down the adhesive calmly.
“Basically we are saying we are taken,” San added, pushing himself up on his tiptoes, planting a kiss on Yunho's cheek.
“Oh, that makes sense...” Wooyoung replied, nodding like it did. It did in fact, not make sense to him. But he wasn’t going to say that.
“Good luck” Jongho whispered, stepping aside. Wooyoung smiled back weakly, before following San and Yunho inside.
As they step in, they are greeted by slow, sultry music. Wooyoung notes the dark dance floor that leads to a long bar.
Yunho and San take each other’s hands.
“We’ll be back, get to know everyone, and be safe!” San shouts, before he’s being dragged off by Yunho into the club. They disappear through a dark purple curtain.
“So much for coming here together...” Wooyoung muttered under his breath.
He quickly heads over to the bar, the one place in this club he knows for sure how it works. He isn’t sure how to go about existing in a place like this. Hopefully, a strong drink can calm his nerves. He straightens his back as he approaches, physically exuding more confidence than he actually holds.
Sitting at the counter, Wooyoung takes deep breaths, trying to calm himself.
“What can I get for you?” The bartender asks.
“A vodka sprite, please.”
The man frowns. “Sorry, we don’t sell alcohol. You can’t exactly consent or participate in activities if we did.”
Duh. Wooyoung mentally slaps himself. As if he didn’t already look like someone who doesn't belong here. Grunting, Wooyoung makes eye contact with the bartender. “A coke then?”
“I can do that.” The bartender replies. He grabs a plastic cup off the stack, effortlessly scooping ice and filling it with coke. He finishes off with a lime wedge on the rim, placing it directly in front of Wooyoung before sauntering away.
Wooyoung takes a small sip before swiveling his chair to face out towards the room.
It looks like any other club. Nothing special.
There are booths scattered along the walls of the dance floor, which was sparsely populated. The only things of note were a hallway leading to the back, labeled “Private Rooms” and a curtain at the end of the dance floor dividing the space. There was a sign above it, reading: “Public scenes”. That’s the area San and Yunho ran off to.
He’s contemplating what type of activities could possibly be underway in these rooms when he notices someone out of his peripheral. Someone had just sat down next to him.
Turning to face the stranger, Wooyoung is met with one of the most attractive faces he has ever seen.
Stunning bright brown eyes, a strong sharp jaw, and soft plump lips that are turned up in a lovely smile. Letting his gaze wander, Wooyoung appreciates the tight black crop top that barely covers the man’s nipples, showing off an impressive six-pack. The cuffs of his shirt were rolled up past his defined biceps.
Wooyoung sucks in a breath as he notices the tight leather pants that are wrapped around a pair of strong, long legs. The pants have the crotch cut out, revealing black tight underwear that barely covers the man’s bulge. Wooyoung can’t help but imagine getting on the floor to view these legs from a better angle.
“Hi, I’m Seongwha.”
Wooyoung’s eyes snap back up. The man is looking directly at him, speaking to him, now. He feels his face start to heat. He just got caught checking a stranger out, and all he could do was stare back dumbly. Still, the man -- Seongwha, smiled brightly. “I haven’t seen you here before. Are you new?” He asked. He tilted his head slightly, jostling a piece of hair onto his forehead.
“Yeah” Wooyoung replied, feeling sheepish. He breaths out a laugh, gripping his drink closer to his chest.
“Is it that obvious?”
Seongwaha cocked his head back to normal, smiling from ear to ear, revealing a perfect set of teeth. “A little, but that’s okay. We all have to start somewhere.”
Wooyoung feels his chest flutter with warmth as he smiles back at the man. Maybe this club isn't as bad he thinks. “I’m Wooyoung.” He says quietly.
“Wooyoung,” Seongwha repeats, a smile reaching his eyes with a gentle gleam. “So, what are you looking for here?”
Wooyoung bites his lip and looks down, trying to find words.
He finds his face being pushed back up, Seongwha’s fingers on his chin, lifting his head and forcing their eyes to meet.
“Please, look me in the eyes when we speak.”
Wooyoung blushes deeply and blows out a laugh. He holds eye contact with the man.
“Honestly I’m not sure what I’m looking for…” He finally answers.
Seongwha’s eyes sparkle with mischief. “Well, I would love to help you figure that out – if you’ll let me.”
Smiling, Wooyoung nods back. He can’t believe that he is sitting at a BDSM bar chatting with someone so dazzling.
Normally, Wooyoung is a total flirt, and he’s used to being around attractive people, but something about this man makes him nervous.
Shaking himself out of his self-conscious head, he puts on one of his most irritable, sexy smiles.
“What are you looking for?”
Seongwha briefly bites his lip before smirking.
“You.”
Oh, game on.
This guy wants to flirt? Wooyoung is a master at that.
He leans across the short distance and whispers in a deep, raspy voice. “Are you sure you can handle me?”
Seongwha laughs, a soft, attractive sound. “I can take very good care of you, baby.”
Wooyoung feels a shiver run through him.
He doesn’t know what comes over him, but before he can fully process he finds himself speaking.
“Prove it.”
Seongwha, still a breath away, extends his large hand and reaches for Wooyoung's lips. He slowly traces, rubbing the gloss further onto his lips.
Wooyoung purses his lips, locking eyes with Seongwha as he goes around and around. Slowly, Wooyoung opens his mouth in a perfect o, inviting his fingers to graze over his tongue. When it slips in, Wooyoung closes his mouth around the digit and begins to gently suck. He watches as Seongwha’s eyes darken.
They may as well be the only people in the room.
Wooyoung purposefully gives Seongwha a show, wrapping his tongue around his finger and licking it all over.
Seongwha removes his finger from Wooyoung’s mouth with a pop. Seonwgha holds eye contact as he sticks out his own tongue and brings the finger to his mouth. He closes his lips around it, hollowing out his cheeks and sucking.
He moans lowly around his fingers. “You taste good, what flavor gloss are you wearing?”
“C-cherry.”
All Wooyoung can hear is the sound of their breathing, heavy and deep.
Suddenly there’s a figure, sliding up behind Seonghwa.
Wooyoung is caught by piercing dark eyes, belonging to a face that looks like it was crafted by the devil. Wooyoung’s eyes travel down, past the delicate lace choker the man is wearing, past his black corset, down to the compressed leather shorts on thick muscular thighs.
“Hi, darling, who is this?” The newcomer asks, wrapping his arms around Seonghwa, tight. He’s sizing Wooyoung up, giving him the up-down. His smile is pure evil.
All the hairs on Wooyoung’s neck stand at full attention.
“Oh, this is Wooyoung.” Seongwha starts, “I haven’t explained to him the –”
“This is my husband.” The devil-man interrupts, still smiling wickedly with his teeth. He raises a dark eyebrow, challenging.
Wooyoung’s stomach drops.
“H-husband?” He repeats. He can’t believe it. He can feel his mouth gaping but he’s too in shock to close it.
Did this guy just see Wooyoung sucking his husband’s finger like a complete slut?
“Yes, sweetie, husband. We’ve been together for a long time.“ The man continues, swooping in to quickly kiss Seongwha’s cheek.
He looks so, so smug.
“I’m Hongjoong, by the way.”
“O-oh… I-I’m sorry, I can j-just go...” Wooyoung utters brokenly, turning his chair. He goes to stand up, but freezes when Seonghwa grabs his hand.
He looks at the hand in shock.
“No. Please, stay.” Seongwha says, giving him a pleading look.
“But-“ Wooyoung’s words die in his throat when the husband reaches over as well, placing his hand on top of Seongwha’s.
“Yes. We want you to stay.” Hongjoong adds winking devilishly.
Wooyoung’s throat has gone dry. He can feel his eyes bugging out of his skull.
“Oh.” He says, slowly lowering himself back down into his seat, eyes focused on the hands-on top of his.
Hongjoong lets out a soft laugh, removing his hand and bringing it to cover his mouth. “Is that all you can say, gorgeous?”
Wooyoung blanks out.
He’s not sure what they’re saying. Is this a joke? An insanely good-looking married couple has approached him wanting... what, exactly?
“Wooyoung, are you listening?”
Wooyoung focuses back in on Seongwhas’ smiling face.
“Yes – sorry. What were you saying?”
Hongjoong clears his throat, directing the attention back to himself.
“We were asking if you would like to go to a private room and talk more?”
Wooyoung’s eyes turn into saucers. “W-with the both of you?”
Hongjoong giggles, shooting his husband a playful look before regaining his composure.
“Yes. With the both of us.”
Wooyoung shakes his head, still in disbelief. “I’m sorry, but what? You’re wanting to do what, exactly?”
“We just want to get to know you better. We don’t have to do anything.” Seongwha reassures, thumb now moving in gentle circles on Wooyoung’s wrist.
“Unless you want us to.” Hongjoong adds with a wink.
Wooyoung startles, taking his hand back. “O-oh, uh… wow.”
Hongjoong giggles into Seongwha’s shoulder. Seongwha seems to be suppressing a smile; he caresses his husband’s hand gently. “Of course, you can obviously say no if you aren’t interested, or if you would like to continue chatting here, that’s okay as well.”
Wooyoung shakes his head. He’s nervous, but there’s something about this couple that makes him want to go with them.
“N-no no that’s okay. We can go to a private room.”
Hongjoong raises his head. The sinister glint is back in his eyes.
“Good.” They say in unison.