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This wasn't planned. Not today, preferably not ever. Definitely not in public. Changkyun's half-snort-half-giggle is getting on his nerves.
"I can't believe you got yourself a sugar daddy."
"For the last time," Jooheon hisses, "He's not my sugar daddy."
"You propositioned him at a bar because he looked rich and you needed new speakers."
"I was drunk!"
"You weren't the next day." Changkyun has the gall to wiggle his eyebrows to accentuate the point. Jooheon can feel his ears turn redder by the second.
"He's only a year older than me."
"That doesn't negate the fact he's rich and buys you things in return for—"
Jooheon kicks his friend in the shin. "Changkyun, I love you, but shut the fuck up."
Another cheeky grin. "Make me."
Changkyun keeps laughing even when Jooheon's empty soda can comes flying towards his head.
*
The thing is, Jooheon really hadn't meant to get himself a rich benefactor. That he may or may not be having sex with.
The alcohol and his shitty mood had just come together in the worst possible combination, with the result that he staggered over to some guy at the bar with designer clothing from head to toe and a watch that looked like it could pay Jooheon's rent for a year, and flat-out asked him to sleep with him in exchange for money.
Jooheon really wishes he didn't remember that part, like he doesn't remember most of what came next. He had gotten home safely, somehow, with all his clothes still on and the guy's number in his phone. Which he had then called to apologize once he got rid of his hangover, because he was not a coward dammit, and he had really made fool of himself.
Minhyuk—the mystery guy had introduced himself—only laughed off Jooheon's concerns from the other end of the phone, and followed up with the question if Jooheon's offer was still open. For some reason the weirdo actually found Jooheon attractive.
Jooheon had been lost for words and stumbling his way through the reply, but well... He really did need to replace the speakers at his studio as soon as possible. And Minhyuk was very attractive himself, from what Jooheon could remember.
So he might have agreed.
Minhyuk might have given him a new phone on top of the speakers.
And Changkyun noticed, because of course he would.
That didn't stop Jooheon from going over to Minhyuk's apartment again.
*
Minhyuk's laughter is as obnoxious as Changkyun's had been. Jooheon tries his best to suffocate himself with a pillow.
"Don't laugh at my suffering."
"So your friend found out because you changed your phone?" Minhyuk plasters himself to Jooheon's back, hands winding around his waist and finding their way underneath his shirt. It's distracting to say the least.
"I'd been using my old one for about three years, so..."
"You were in need of a new phone."
"That wasn't what I was gonna say," Jooheon grumbles.
Minhyuk nestles closer, resting his chin in the crook of Jooheon's neck.
"It's the conclusion I came to after careful consideration."
"Thanks, I guess."
Minhyuk pulls back a bit at the snappish reply. Jooheon doesn't blame him. He isn't sure either why he feels so weird about this all of a sudden. Minhyuk maneuvers him around until they're facing one another. His hands are still on Jooheon's skin.
"Did your friend give you shit for it?" Minhyuk asks.
"What?" Jooheon's brain takes a moment to catch on to the meaning of words. "No, no, he laughed at me but, I don't know, in a loving way. He's the last person to judge someone for their sexual escapes."
Minhyuk hums. His eyes are fixed to Jooheon's face, as if he's trying to solve a particularly troublesome puzzle. "Do you feel ashamed of sleeping with me in return for money?"
"I was the one who suggested it," Jooheon quickly replies, though he can feel his neck heat up again.
"That doesn't answer my question."
Jooheon grimaces. Honesty is the best policy, right?
"It's not exactly...something I would normally have done."
"Then why did you?" Minhyuk snorts. Inexplicably, it feels like a slap across the face. Some of it must have shown in his expression, because Minhyuk tacks on, "No, shit, I didn't mean it like that."
He swings a leg over Jooheon's thighs and sits up. "Listen, I thought we were just having fun. I wanted to sleep with you, and you wanted those speakers. Fair exchange, right? I didn't mean to make you feel bad about anything. I thought I made that clear."
Jooheon lets out a self-depreciating laugh. "It's not really a fair exchange though. I'm nowhere near hot enough to warrant that price tag."
"You're joking right?" Minhyuk looks taken aback. Whatever confirmation he's searching for in Jooheon's face, he doesn't find it. "Jooheon, you're gorgeous."
Jooheon rolls his eyes. "Have you looked in a mirror lately?"
"The fact I am attractive does not make you any less so. We can both be hot."
"I'm really not."
Minhyuk grins, slow and sharp like a knife. The glint in his eyes is worrying.
"I disagree."
Lips capture his own and then there's warmth rushing up his sides, sparks coursing through his veins. Minhyuk's kisses are addictive, short pecks and ones so deep they steal the air from Jooheon's lungs. Before Jooheon is fully aware of it, his shirt is thrown to the side again. He spares it a pitiful glance.
"I had just put that on."
Minhyuk's lips trail down his jaw. "I told you you shouldn't have bothered."
Jooheon stutters out a sound caught halfway between encouragement and protest.
"What's the problem?" Minhyuk coos. "I love spoiling you, and you love being spoiled."
"What makes you think that?" Jooheon retorts, because there's no way Minhyuk knows him as well as the other thinks. Another kiss, harsh but fleeting, and Jooheon chases after it on instinct. Minhyuk rewards him with another one.
"You chase after kisses. Lean into every touch. The more attention I give your body, the more you keen and squirm."
Jooheon can't find the strength to argue, not when his body is treacherous and pliant in Minhyuk's hands. Nails counting his ribs, teeth scraping his neck, tongue soothing over the marks of both.
"Kihyun said you were smiling when I called you yesterday."
Now Jooheon is sure he's flushed red out of mortification. He knew he shouldn't have answered Minhyuk's call in front of one of his friends.
"It's alright," Minhyuk breathes out softly, "You have an amazing smile."
Jooheon clenches his jaw, but can't stop the rest of his body from reacting. Not when Minhyuk is still on top of him, grinding down, saying things like that.
"Shut up," he groans.
"It's adorable, the way your cheeks dimple and your eyes light up."
Jooheon whines in the back of his throat. Minhyuk has a way of making every compliment sound genuine, as if every syllable holds a piece of his heart behind it.
"It's okay, I'll take care of you," Minhyuk shushes him. "Turn over."
Jooheon knows he's in trouble when he hears the other man rustle through the nightstand and pull out multiple objects, but it barely registers through the haze of lust that has taken over his mind.
First, there's the pull on his remaining clothing until it slides off and gets shoved to the edge of the bed. Then, fingers stroking him to full hardness, replaced by a different kind of pressure when Minhyuk slips a cockring on. Third, lube-slick fingers teasing and stroking, preparing him agonizingly slow. When he moves his hips to urge them on, their movements stop completely. Jooheon really loathes Minhyuk and the way he refuses to continue until Jooheon damn near begs him to.
Throughout it all, there are kisses and hands petting his hair, his neck, his shoulders.
By the time Minhyuk slips his vibrator of choice inside of Jooheon, his body feels like he's engulfed in flames. Everything is sensitive, and Minhyuk is exploiting that fact to the fullest.
Jooheon only has a moment to wonder why Minhyuk isn't continuing—isn't turning the toy on at all—before he's turned around again. Minhyuk settles back down on his thighs, imploring him to watch as he brings a hand back behind himself and slips his fingers inside. Jooheon is mesmerized.
"What?" Minhyuk's laugh sounds rough and airy at the same time. "Expected something different?"
Jooheon licks his lips. He had. The previous times hadn't been like this.
But he definitely isn't complaining.
Minhyuk grabs a hold of Jooheon's hands and moves them to where he wants them, kneading and stroking and moving slick alongside his own. Every so often more praises spill from Minhyuk's lips. Once he is satisfied with the amount of preparation—or just too impatient to wait longer—he swiftly rolls a condom onto Jooheon and wipes his hands clean on the bedsheets. One he uses to guide himself down, the other to cradle Jooheon's face while he does so. Jooheon wishes he could do more than clutch at the other's hips, but he's too busy staring to figure out what.
If Minhyuk was warm before, he's an inferno now, setting an unrelenting pace and gasping when he finds the best angle to move against him. He smiles down at Jooheon right up until his mouth goes slack. A moan escapes him when Jooheon starts meeting his thrusts halfway.
He doesn't remember how long it takes for Minhyuk to come undone, breath stuttering and legs shaking from exertion. He only sees the look in Minhyuk's eyes seconds after. That gaze and the words he mouths—See how good you make me feel, Honey?—You're so passionate—So cute—So perfect—guide Jooheon closer and closer to the edge.
His vision blurs when Minhyuk finally, mercifully, takes the ring off, but then the half-forgotten toy turns on and Jooheon's sigh of relief becomes a surprised yelp. The pressure in the pit of his stomach builds until every color behind his closed eyelids bleeds into white nothingness. His world is centered around the toy assaulting his senses and Minhyuk's hand stroking him through his orgasm.
Jooheon gathers enough of his wits to realize Minhyuk's other hand is wiping the tears that linger on the side of his cheeks. If he wasn't completely drained right then, Jooheon probably would have tried to stop him out of sheer embarrassment.
As it stands, Minhyuk gets to cleaning both of them up—again—with the languid ease of someone sated and glowing. Jooheon closes his eyes.
"No ignoring me," Minhyuk pokes him. "Move over a bit, I wanna lie down too."
Jooheon obliges, and Minhyuk is quick to pull Jooheon back against him. It feels nice, being in Minhyuk's arms. More comfortable than he expected.
"I'll take you to go see that new movie this weekend, alright?" Minhyuk stifles a yawn. "And buy you dinner before. Just pick wherever you want."
Jooheon blinks up at him. He wonders. "What do you get out of this?"
"Hm?"
"Sleeping with me. You said you like spoiling me, but that can't be all of it."
"It is though." The frown on Jooheon's face makes it clear he doesn't believe it whatsoever. Minhyuk plants a kiss on his cheek. Then his nose. It's a blatant attempt at distraction. "I like spoiling people. I don't know if you noticed, but I'm a pretty affectionate person."
"There's plenty of people you could give your affection to. And your money, for that matter."
He wonders if this will be when Minhyuk decides he isn't worth the trouble. If all Minhyuk wants is somebody to fuck, he can pick people less nosy than Jooheon. They would probably trip over themselves to have a chance with him.
Minhyuk grins. It's wide and blinding and almost convincing. "Not all of them would appreciate it like you do though."
His tone is light. Teasing. But the words sound real.
Minhyuk is miles outside of Jooheon's league and Jooheon knows it. As a one-time thing, he could have bought the reasoning that Minhyuk was bored and Jooheon was just a plaything for the night. That exchange would have been a fair one.
But this marks the fourth time they've had sex. Minhyuk keeps offering him shiny new things, from sneakers and jewelry to the cursed phone that gave him away to Changkyun. Jooheon doesn't need those things in the same way he needed the speakers. Minhyuk was right—it's the affection he likes above all else. Rather than bearing with the affection for the gifts, he bears with the gifts because Minhyuk looks like a kicked puppy when Jooheon refuses to accept something.
So Jooheon knows why he keeps coming back, but why does Minhyuk? Jooheon's body and his company aren't that valuable, yet Minhyuk keeps bidding higher.
Who made him believe that company has to be bought?
Jooheon's heart aches.
He pulls Minhyuk closer and drinks up his kisses until the smile looks real again. His mind is screaming at him the entire time.
This wasn't planned.