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It was a less than well kept secret that when a member of the Gwangsan Kim family graduated college, their rite of passage into the adult socialite world was a trip to Sin Tower. It wasn't limited to just the Kim family, many other high born families had similar rituals. But Taehyung wasn't that interested in what other families did. He was supposed to of course, but as a member of the richest family in Seoul, he found the other families to be tedious, vacuous, and boring.
"You are going to have to suck up that attitude of yours if you're going to do anything in the family business." That had been his father's sagely advice at his graduation party when he refused to meet the prospective women they'd lined up for him to choose as a wife. All from lower tiered families looking to level up in a society that used money as a status of worth. It made Taehyung sick to think of. Of course he had little interest in women, and telling his father that had led to a change in the gender of the line up, much to Taehyung's dismay.
"Love, is stupid." That was Jin's two cents when Taehyung lamented about marrying for money as they rode in the limo towards their destination. "What will it get you? A lifetime of security? No. Money? Sometimes, if you're lucky. No, I'll tell you what love gives you; a lifetime of needing therapy to get over them eventually leaving you for someone else."
"Hyung, who hurt you," Namjoon sighed next to him. "I think wanting to marry for love is beautiful Taehyung. Don't listen to Jin, he's just bitter because he got left at the altar."
"Of course I'm bitter, that wedding was the social event of the year and that little vixen made me look stupid in front of the whole city," Jin sniffed. "All because she'd 'fallen in love'."
"Her story was sweet though, she should sell the rights and it would be a hit drama," Taehyung said. "Girl falls in love with her bodyguard, a forbidden romance that she gives up her entire family and wealth to run away with him."
Jin didn't look too pleased at that, frowning at Taehyung over his glass of wine. "Only if they get Won Bin to play my character," he said finally.
"Don't listen to him Tae, follow your heart," Namjoon said with a roll of his eyes.
Taehyung knew his cousins meant well, but Jin obviously had his own issues with love, and Namjoon was a romantic at heart. The thing was, it wasn't forbidden to marry for love, like Taehyung's uncle had married Namjoon's mother who had been divorced with two kids. His parents were only trying to make sure he was happy and successful. For some reason that meant he had to get married now that he was a graduate. Taehyung didn't see the correlation at all and didn't understand why his parents were pushing him so hard to just get married.
"Why are we even thinking about love and marriage right now?" Jin said, craning his neck to look up at the building the limo was slowing down in front of. "This is the last place one thinks about that."
Taehyung shifted to look up as well.
Singularity Tower was the most exclusive, most expensive of legal pleasure houses. Their clientele was for the richest of the rich, and more Kim men and women spent their fortune here than any other pleasure house they may as well own the place.
Divided up into different levels, each floor held a different delight of sin. Everything imaginable from a BDSM dungeon, to strippers, to orgies, and the highest paid jeobsi at the top. Calling a spade a spade, a jeobsi was a legal loophole for prostitution. As long as you didn't call yourself a prostitute, it wasn't illegal. Taehyung didn't like the slang, referring to someone as a dish to pass, but that wasn't really up to him.
Besides, it wasn't like he was here for sex anyway.
"First thing's first," Jin said when they'd disembarked from the limo and were welcomed inside with a flourish of bows from the attendants, "we need drinks."
"You planning on drinking until you black out again?" Taehyung asked in amusement, taking in the decadence the lobby was overflowing with.
It was much like a hotel lobby, with couches and loungers and even a cafe tucked in the corner. None of the debauchery evident like in some of the cheaper pleasure houses. But, Sin Tower was a corporate owned entity with a reputation to keep.
"No, but if I'm going to have to listen to Kim 'I wear a heart on my sleeve' Namjoon all night I'm going to need a strong drink," Jin said, striding towards the reception. "As this is your first time at one of these Taehyung, you're lucky you're with me, I have privileges up to the fifth floor."
"If you're going to pick at me all night I might as well just go home," Namjoon grumbled as he and Taehyung followed like the good little ducklings they were. "You invited me, remember?"
"I also recall agreeing to pay whatever amount you wanted to your charity of choice to agree to come," Jin said over his shoulder. "Bribing you means I don't have to be nice to you."
Namjoon's shoulders slumped and Taehyung gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. "Two or three drinks and he'll lay off," he said. "Or buy him a lapdance."
"As much as I dislike the idea of it, it's better than paying for a blow job or something," Namjoon said wryly. "Wait, what floor are we going to?"
Luckily for Namjoon, Jin took it easy on both of them and they were taken up to the third floor. Third floor being the full nude strippers because according to Jin "what the fuck is the point of a stripper if they keep clothes on?"
They settled in a booth that was reserved for them with the best view of the main stage. Drinks were ordered by an ontable menu pad and they relaxed, chatting between each other as they waited for the next show to begin.
"As this is your first time Tae, and somehow your first time too Joon, I feel obligated as your hyung to protect you from the worst this place has to offer," Jin said, a magnanimous offer that had Taehyung wondering where the 'but' was.
"He either means he's going to keep all the strippers away from the table, or he's going to leave us here to go to the fourth floor," Taehyung translated to Namjoon.
"How dare you, I wouldn't abandon you," Jin scoffed. "I'm just saying, if there are any lapdance offers, I will make sure to take one for the team."
"How selfless of you," Namjoon deadpanned. "And why is it such a bad thing for me not to have come here before? Is there something wrong propriety?"
"You're a Kim, Namjoon, there's no such word in our vocabulary," Jin replied. "You need to take that stick out of your ass and let loose once in a while. When's the last time you had fun? Had a drink? Got laid?"
"I find my studies and my life to be fun enough, I don't need to get laid-" Namjoon's voice was drowned out by music queuing up and the house lights dimming. All three sets of eyes went to the stage drowned in darkness.
"Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the stage, the scintillating duo of Thumper and Flower."
Two spotlights flicked on, revealing two men standing with their backs to the crowd on the main stage. One was tall, muscular, wearing skin tight leather pants and a black undershirt. The other was trim, a little shorter, wearing white denim jeans and a flowy white long sleeve shirt.
"Which one's which?" Namjoon asked, but it didn't matter. Taehyung's jaw dropped when they started to move.
The one in black was all powerful moves, hip cants and floor rolls. The one in white was grace and subtle, but a natural dancer. The two traded off sides of the stage, mirroring each other's moves in their own style. They touched each other in passing, sensual brushes of hands on hips and shoulders. They'd make their way to the edge of the stage before meeting back in the middle to grind on each other's thighs. It was well choreographed, and the two knew each other's bodies well.
So caught up in their dance, Taehyung didn't even notice clothes had been coming off each time they touched. First it was the shirt, then the black undershirt. Clad in just pants, they broke apart to move towards the poles at either end of the stage. Taehyung watched in wide eyed wonder at each spin, flip, and split they did. Whether it was upside down, sideways, or right side up. Each move was mirrored against the other side, completely in sync with each other.
"They're fucking," Jin said, completely enthralled by their dance. The one in black had slid towards the center of the stage, fucking the floor with slow hip thrusts until the one in white strutted towards him.
"They're about to fuck on stage," Taehyung said, ignoring the drink the waitress was setting down, too focused on the one in black who was unzipping the white jeans and slowly pulling them down the other's hips.
"They might," Jin nodded slowly. "I think the one in black is Thumper. I've seen him before."
"Can you believe this Joon?" Taehyung nudged his cousin as Thumper was mouthing at Flower's cock nestled behind a pair of white lace panties. Namjoon didn't say a word and when Taehyung glanced at him, he tried not to laugh at Namjoon's glazed over look of absolute want. "Oh, shit, I think Joon's in love."
Jin tore his eyes away now that the one in black was on his back, Flower actually sucking his dick on stage. The crowd around the stage was hollering, clamoring for more and more. "I don't think I've ever seen him look like that at anyone," Jin said, but when the crowd roared again they looked back at the stage.
"They're… they're really fucking on stage," Taehyung said, flower bouncing on Thumper's dick. Flower was facing the audience, leaning back to rest his hands on the floor and giving the audience an eyeful of his hard cock. No one at their table breathed until it was over when Flower came all over himself and the stage untouched. The screams from crowd was deafening, bills being thrown onto the stage.
The lights dimmed again, giving the two on stage time to get up and leave after collecting their takings.
"I think I am in love," namjoon said when the house lights came back up. It would be a few minutes until the next act, and Taehyung didn't understand at all how any act could follow that.
"They're strippers Joon, they're owned," Jin said. "Even if you got to tap that, it wouldn't be a fairytale ending for you."
"You don't know that," Namjoon frowned, turning his drink glass around slowly. "Like you said, they're strippers. Probably just need the money right? Isn't that how they all end up here in these places? Kids in low society looking to make easy money to move up in life?"
"Oh no, I should have known you'd be one of those," Jin rolled his eyes. "You're not going to be their savior. You think they don't get hundreds of offers a night from people like you and me? Someone who'll swoop in and throw money at them to take them from this terrible place? If that were true, they wouldn't be here right now."
"I'm sure some people might take up those kinds of offers," Taehyung said. "Who would want to do this for a long time? Wouldn't it be better to get out of this place for a little bit of security?"
"Don't you start, you spend too much time with him," Jin said with a pointed look. "They're strippers. You don't fall in love with strippers or prostitutes."
"Jeobsi," Namjoon muttered but Jin ignored him.
"They do their job, we pay them, that's it," Jin continued. "You want to be a regular, keep an eye on them? That's fine, they'll take your money, but they don't want you to save them. You shouldn't want to save them anyway, this is just a fantasy Joon. They're probably not even gay."
"No one sucks dick that good and isn't bi at least," Namjoon said. "And don't tell me you haven't thought about it at least once in all your times here, hyung."
"I can proudly say I have never wanted anything more than a quick fuck with any of these people," Jin sniffed. "Because what? Love is stupid."
Taehyung gave Namjoon a sympathetic smile when the elder looked at him for support. "You can't argue with him."
"I know, but-"
Again, Namjoon was cut off by a song queing up again and the house lights dimming.
"Everyone give it up, for Hope!"
Taehyung was about to ease back into his seat when he caught the eye of a man who was seated at a table on the right wall. The man dripped money by his expensive robes and perfectly done hair. That and he was fucking gorgeous. Pouty lips, cat like eyes and a sultry look aimed right at Taehyung.
"Oh my god, look," Namjoon shook Taehyung's arm, getting him to look at Jin who was gawking at the stage.
Taehyung glanced back at the stage again to see a man being lowered from the ceiling on a swing. Sparkly spandex cutoff shorts and the sheerest tank top Taehyung had ever seen. He was gorgeous, as the first two were.
But the real attraction was his dancing when he hopped off the swing. He wasn't a power dancer like Thumper, or as sensual as Flower, but he moved in a way that told the story of how well he knew his body. His moves were controlled, fluid, and no wonder Jin was enamored.
"So, hyung, what was that about not falling in love with a stripper?" Namjoon teased. The resulting smack and bickering between them was lost on Taehyung who was more interested in the man in the other booth he'd seen.
The man had turned his attention to the dancer on stage, a strange smile on his lips. He was surrounded by young men and women of all ages, but he was a sparkling diamond amongst the uncut jewels. Taehyung had never really had a lust on sight moment, but if anything this came close. He was so wrapt up in watching the man, he almost didn't notice the figure at his shoulder who leaned down to hand him a note.
"Sugar says hi," the woman said and disappeared just as quickly.
Taehyung tried and failed to get her attention, but she was gone in the dark immediately. He frowned at the card, the word Sugar in neat cursive on one side, and a four digit number on the back.
"What's that?" Namjoon leaned over. "Sugar?"
The name snapped Jin's attention around and he looked at Taehyung with wide eyes. "You got a card from Sugar?"
"Yeah, who is that?" Taehyung asked, flipping the card over again. "What does it mean?"
"Sugar is a penthouse, top level," Jin said in awe. "The highest paid jeobsi in Seoul. You have any idea how much that card is worth? That's his private elevator access code. He doesn't give that out to anyone."
"But he gave it to Tae," Namjoon said. "Why did he give it to Tae?"
"He must have seen you," Jin glanced around, though his eyes lingered on the stage more often than not. "He must have been in here. Did you see anyone Tae?"
Taehyung looked back to the booth where the man had been but he was gone along with the rest. "I… I think I did, I didn't realize… I mean he was eye fucking me but, since do top tiers proposition someone on a lower level?"
"They don't," Jin said. "So, what are you going to do?"
Taehyung chewed at his lip, frowning still at the card. "I guess, I mean it'd be rude to leave him hanging, wouldn't it?"
"It'd be expensively rude," Jin said. "Like, our trust funds level of rude."
"But he shouldn't be obligated to go pay for something like that," Namjoon said. "Seems a little unfair."
"Oh, I'm sure he'll give a discount," Jin rolled his eyes. "Go say hi at least? He did invite you after all."
That was true, and it's not like Taehyung was expected to go and fuck him, right? Maybe he just wanted fashion tips, Taehyung was a fashion designer after all, it's what he'd gone to school for and frankly he was the best dressed person in that room. Unless you were counting the stripper but he wasn't really clothed that second.
"I'll finish my drink then go," Taehyung said. "Are you two going to leave me stranded?"
"How about you send us a text if you think you'll be… indisposed for a while," Jin said. His attention had gone back to the stripper on stage who was jacking himself off onto a man in the front row's face.
"I guess I can do that," Taehyung nodded. Namjoon stiffening beside him again had Taehyung looking up. Some of the strippers were coming out from backstage now that Hope's stag was over and the lights were coming back on.
"Oh, it's the lapdance portion of the night," Jin said, perking up. "Too bad you'll miss me paying for Joon to get a lapdance from those two cuties." He had his hand up, waving at Thumper and Flower and motioning them over.
"That is a shame," Taehyung laughed at Namjoon sputtering. He downed the last of his drink and got up to make room for the two strippers. Thumper climbed over the table to sit down between Jin and Namjoon, Flower sandwiching Namjoon in between them. "Have fun."
The last he saw of his cousins was Namjoon looking completely overwhelmed and Jin taking pictures with his camera. It was a shame he'd miss it, but he knew Jin would send him a video of it later.
Taehyung was a little nervous as he rode the elevator up and up to the top floor. It was an odd feeling for him, he was a Kim, he shouldn't get nervous. But he was in a situation he wasn't sure how to deal with, walking willingly into the lion's den. There was an expectation, wasn't there? Anyone else would feel honored to get an opportunity to fuck the premier jeobsi in Seoul, an invite from the man himself no less.
But when the doors slid open into the suite, and the elevator attendant waved him out, Taehyung balked. He had no escape except to tuck tail and call the elevator back and face that attendant again. Which, who cared what some random employee thought right?
"Ah, you made it." A voice from somewhere outside of Taehyung's view had him freeze in place. "Come here little fawn, to your right."
Taehyung turned, and sure enough, there was Sugar, reclining on a chaise in a soft blue robe, an expensive silk by the looks of it. His legs were crossed, blond hair still perfectly styled, and was sipping from a lowball. He looked… gorgeous. Taehyung wasn't what you'd consider a simple man by any stretch, but he couldn't deny Sugar was more than attractive.
"You can come in, I won't bite unless you want me to," Sugar said, crooking a finger at him. "Let's see you in the light, now come on, don't be shy."
Swallowing, Taehyung shuffled his way into the room, trying not to look as timid as he felt. "Hello," he said, giving a slight bow and felt ridiculous doing so. "My name is-"
"Kim Taehyung, of the Gwangsan Kims," Sugar said, tilting his head. "I know. I had your profile run when I saw you."
"Ah, smart," Taehyung nodded. Well there went any pretense of being some humble low tier.
"Don't get to where I am unless you are," Sugar said in a low drawl. "You want something to drink Kim Taehyung of the Gwangsan Kims?"
"I think I'm okay, you can just call me Taehyung," he said, awkwardly.
"Very well, Taehyung, you can call me Sugar," was the reply before he took another sip of his drink. "So, what is it you would like, Taehyung?"
Taehyung knew what was being asked, he wasn't clueless, but his nerves had the better of him. "Well, um, nothing?"
"Nothing?" Sugar's eyebrows went up and he set his glass down on a side table. "Now, I've heard a great number of things in my time, Taehyung. But never have I heard 'nothing' except from one poor lesbian girl whose parents thought getting fucked by a man would straighten her out."
"That's terrible," Taehyung wrinkled his nose in disgust. Being gay wasn't a crime, or even that much of a taboo anymore except in the strictest of families. He rarely heard of anyone who was so homophobic as to pressure them into straight sex if they didn't want it.
"I thought so too, so I let her peg me," Sugar said with a smirk. "I don't think it made her straight, but I did give her some pointers on how to fuck her girlfriend better."
Taehyung couldn't help but snicker at that, covering his mouth his hand and looking away.
"Oh no, no," Sugar stood up, looking at Taehyung with the most precious of pouts. "Don't you dare cover that smile."
"Sorry, habit," Taehyung said, dropping his hand. "I used to get made fun of for my smile. Too wide."
"Now that's something we have in common," Sugar said, walking towards him. "I like it when I can find some common ground with new people, makes things easier. Now," he stopped in front of Taehyung, smoothing a hand down Taehyung's button down, "tell me what you want."
Taehyung's breath hitched a little as Sugar's hand slowly dipped lower and lower and into the waistband of his slacks. "Your name?" he asked in a bit of a panic.
"My name?" Sugar's eyes squinted a little and he tilted his head. "You are full of surprises aren't you? Why would you want to know that?"
"Because… because I want to?" Taehyung said, his eyes traveling down to where Sugar's hands were still in his pants. "Mother always told me to get the person's name before I slept with them."
"Your mother is a treasure," Sugar chuckled. "You know I could lie, tell you any name, would you believe me?"
"I wouldn't have a reason not to," Taehyung replied. "But I think I know people well enough to tell when they're lying."
"Oh honey, I'm the best liar in town," Sugar hummed, his hand dipping low enough to brush against Taehyung's dick that was betraying him at that moment. "I could tell you your cock is the biggest I've ever seen, and that you're the best fuck I've ever had. But you wouldn't believe me then, would you?"
Taehyung was having trouble thinking straight the way Sugar was gripping at the base of his dick. "No, I'm not that gullible."
"I should hope not," Sugar chuckled softly and leaned to brush his lips over Taehyung's jaw. "But when I tell you that you're the sexiest man I've ever seen walk in those doors, would you believe me?"
"You invited me up, so yes," Taehyung nodded, turning his head slightly enough so they were nose to nose. "Especially since you did that before running my credit."
"Maybe you are a good at telling lies from the truth," Sugar said. From this angle Taehyung could make out each individual eyelash and the way the faint eyeshadow glittered like a thousand stars swept across his lid. He could feel Sugar's breath against his lips.
"Do you often invite men up this way?" Taehyung asked. "Or am I special?"
"Very special," Sugar nodded, and his hand started to stroke Taehyung into life. "But before this goes any further and you come in your pants, I want you to tell me what you want. What can I do for you, Kim Taehyung?"
Swallowing thickly, Taehyung took a slight step back and pulled Sugar's hand out of his pants to hold it in between his own. Sugar looked confused, but that was okay.
"I don't know, this is new for me?" Taehyung explained. "I've never been to Sin Tower before, it's my first time, and I'm a little nervous being up here. I know any man would kill for this and if it were anyone else I'm sure they'd be fucking you right now but I'm a little overwhelmed."
"Oh," Sugar was glancing between his hand trapped in between Taehyung's and Taehyung's face. "Okay, I understand. What can we do to relax hm?"
"Sit, for a second?" Taehyung said, motioning to the couch. "And tell me your name."
Sugar backed up to the couch, pushing Taehyung down and sitting cross legged next to him. "First thing's first honey, I don't give out my name. It's not some mystique thing I'm trying to keep or anything, it's for my own protection, I'm sure you understand. Someone finds out my name, and they go to my parents and threaten them if I don't do what they want. Money, sex, whatever."
Taehyung hadn't considered that, but why would he? This wasn't a life he understood that well. Pleasure houses like Sin Tower were borderline legal, and they attracted the worst kinds of people. High end and low end towers saw their fair share of weirds and sickos and people who wanted to make easy money; inside and outside.
"I guess that makes sense," Taehyung nodded. "Why were you downstairs? I didn't think the higher levels went down to the lowers."
"Of course we do, it's not like we can leave," Sugar said. "And I like the boys downstairs, they're cute. They put on a great show, don't you think?"
"Yeah, my cousins definitely liked it," Taehyung nodded.
"But not you?" Sugar's eyes were intense, and they made Taehyung feel like he was laying bare naked in front of him. He shifted a little in an attempt to get comfortable.
"It was entertaining, but… they didn't really… I wasn't that… I thought someone else was more attractive," Taehyung said, meeting those scrutinizing eyes. "I thought you were a guest, like me. I was going to come over and try to pick you up, or say hi or something."
"No you weren't," Sugar shook his head. "You wanted to, I could tell. But you're a baby fawn still on his new gay legs. I thought I'd help out and invite you up."
"What if I was just some regular person who got lucky and came in with a friend?" Taehyung asked.
"I've got a good eye for money, and you sitting here in that gucci ensemble tells me you are not some commoner," Sugar snorted, his smile growing. "You wear those clothes like a man who knows money, not someone trying to pass off as rich. And even if you were, I still would have."
"But what if I couldn't pay?" Taehyung frowned. "What, a pity free fuck?"
"No, honey, I don't do pity fucks," Sugar soothed, sliding his hand up Taehyung's arm to give his bicep a squeeze. "Outside of the owner I fuck who I want. Money or no money."
Taehyung wasn't sure what to make of that. It wasn't at all what he'd thought when thinking of the jeobsi. But he supposed it made sense, they weren't supposed to be prostitutes legally.
"What do you mean outside of the owner?" Taehyung asked. "You have to do things for him?"
"Of course, he legally owns my ass," Sugar shrugged. "Contract for so many years with clauses that I have to spread for him when he wants, a limited amount of times of course, because I still have to make money and I can't do that if I'm fucking him all the time."
"Kind of sounds like slavery," Taehyung frowned. "Not that I think you're a slave, that just doesn't seem all that legal."
"And who am I going to go to if it isn't?" Sugar said. "Who do you think most of my clients are? The politicians, the judges, hell even the chief of police likes to get his toes sucked. They won't change laws or enforce them. It's bribery at its darkest honey, and I'm making money all the while."
Te thing of it was, Taehyung knew that was true. He'd met enough politicians and lawyers through functions and social events that he was well aware there was a dirty side to public service.
"Oh honey don't look so upset, it doesn't bother me an inch," Sugar said, shaking his arm. "I signed up for this. The contract is laid out for each of us by a lawyer so we know exactly what we're getting into. I didn't go into this blind. I get fucked for money, or fuck others for money."
"But why?" Taehyung asked. "What was it that made you do this?"
Leaning back into the arm of the couch, Sugar smiled sadly at him. "I could give you the sob story of sick sibling or parents gambled me away, but in reality, I knew I was good at sex. I was the kid giving the basketball team blowjobs for pocket change in high school and fucking teachers for good grades. I'm not ashamed of who I am or what I do or how I got here. Look at my life. I have this whole penthouse to myself and am saving up so when my contract is up I'll never have to work or scrape change to eat."
Taehyung wasn't stunned, he wasn't. His jaw may be open and his eyes wide but he wasn't that stunned by what Sugar had to say. Okay, maybe a little because that wasn't the story he was expecting.
"So, I guess Jin was right," he said finally, blowing out a breath.
"Who's Jin and what is he right about?" Sugar poked him in the leg with his foot.
"My cousin, he said you people here aren't looking for someone to save them," Taehyung said, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. "I guess I always thought of people who worked in Sin Tower as being desperate."
"Some kids are like that, a lot of the ones in the fourth and fifth levels who get fucked all day for a pittance, those are the desperates," Sugar said with a sigh. "They're the ones who get treated like shit by the corporate heads, because they're disposable. They'll do whatever for money, and I won't begrudge them a single coin of it."
Taehyung felt a little ashamed for his thoughts, judging the people so harshly. It was a place of privilege he judged people from, and maybe he could learn a bit from Sugar.
"Before you dig yourself a guilt hole," Sugar nudged him again. "How about you let me suck that dick. I'm feeling generous enough I'll let you come on my face."
Unable to help snorting out a laugh, Taehyung looked up at Sugar again with a bemused smile. "You're a charmer."
"I can be anything you want me to be," Sugar shrugged, leaning forward so he could swivel off the couch and onto his knees. "You want me to be a submissive little kitten, I could be that. I could let you use me and throw me around like I know you're capable of, call you daddy. Or I could be the alpha male strong type who fucks you face first into a mattress and calls you a slut. Or I can roll around on the floor while you recite poetry if that's what gets you off. I'm multifaceted."
Taehyung's throat went dry at Sugar's words, and he let Sugar push him back into the couch while he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.
"My, you are bigger than I expected," Sugar hummed, nuzzling his cheek against Taehyung's cock as it twitched back into life. "A growing boy too."
Clenching his hands into the cushion of the couch, Taehyung just stared down at Sugar as he lapped his tongue at the tip. "Shit… oh fuck."
"Mmm, that's right, just relax, let me enjoy this," Sugar hummed and took Taehyung fully into his mouth.
Taehyung was not a virgin by any means, he'd sucked dick, had his dick sucked, and if he was anyone to judge he'd say that Sugar was the best cock sucker in town. No wonder he was at the top of the Sin Tower.
"You gonna come on my face little fawn?" Sugar asked when he'd pulled off to catch his breath, stroking Taehyung's dick at a good steady pace. Taehyung wasn't that capable of speech at the moment but he nodded, and put his hand in Sugar's hair to push him gently back down. Sugar smirked but ddi as guided and bobbed his head up and down the length, his lips like tiny plush pillows against the sensitive skin. Then there was the things he was doing with his tongue that Taehyung couldn't describe as anything absolutely sinful.
It was good, so good that Taehyung could feel the tightening in his balls, the orgasm uncurling in his belly faster than he had anticipated. He yanked on Sugar's hair to get him off as the first drops of come hit Sugar in the forehead then the cheek. Sugar had been startled by the way his eyes flinched but he quickly opened his mouth to catch anything that fell.
"Shit," Taehyung groaned, stroking himself through it until he was spent. "Oh shit…."
"Mmm, that was good honey," Sugar grinned at him like a cat who got the cream. "Relaxed now?"
"I'd say so, yeah," Taehyung nodded, letting his fingers untangle from Sugar's blond locks and leaned his head back onto the couch. "Really, really relaxed."
"That's good," Sugar chuckled. "I'm gonna go clean up. You don't move a muscle cause we are so not done yet."
Taehyung really didn't have much to say to that, just going boneless on the couch and coming down from his high. He didn't care his soft cock was still out on display or his hand was sticky. It only really mattered that he'd just had the best blow job of his life and if he were honest, he didn't see a reason as to why there couldn't be more. Hell, he'd pay double whatever Sugar's rates were if he could fuck him. Or be fucked, he wasn't picky.
A few minutes later sugar returned to drop down onto the couch again. "Okay honey, let's get some water in you," he said, handing him a water bottle. Taehyung felt a little more normal, pushing his cock back in his pants and accepting the water.
"Thanks, Sugar," he said, opening the water and taking a sip.
"Yoongi."
"Hm?" Taehyung blinked up at him. "What?"
"My name, is Yoongi," Sugar said again. "I probably shouldn't tell you, but I've got good feelings about you little fawn. So you can call me Yoongi."
"It's a nice name," Taehyung said, a flush of something washing over him he couldn't define yet.
"It is, and I don't get to hear it very often when I'm getting fucked," Yoongi said, leaning into kiss Taehyung lightly on the lips. "In case you were wondering, we are fucking before you leave."
Taehyung's cheeks flushed and he smiled a little more. "Can't wait."
"You might not, but your cock can," Yoongi said with a smirk. "I hope you have a short refractory period, cause I'm really, really fucking hard right now."
Taehyung's eyes darkened, looking down at the outline of a hard cock under Yoongi's robes. "Well, I can help with that, even without my cock."
"Yeah?" Yoongi's smile was feral as he stood up and held out a hand. "Let's take this to the bedroom and see what we can get up to."
Taehyung didn't need to be told twice, chugging down some of the water before taking Yoongi's hand and following him through the penthouse to a set of double doors. He'd have to remember to send Namjoon a text before he got too occupied, or they'd never forgive him.