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Seungho’s getting his measurements for a new Breitling when he notices that Nakyum’s staring, engrossed, outside the shop’s windows to something across the street.
Curious as to what’s gotten Nakyum so fascinated, Seungho cranes his neck to see. The shop across has its windows and interiors all in dark wood, with a few elegant touches here and there of gold fixtures and velvet curtains. Unlike regular retailers with their dozens of mannequins crowding their storefronts, this shop has opted to display only one mannequin in the middle of every window, tastefully set in front of a backdrop of black satin and leather accouterments. It’s only when Seungho’s eyes focus on what the mannequin’s wearing that he realizes what it is that’s caught Nakyum’s interest.
Oh.
***
Seungho gets back from his quick trip to Grosvernor Street with a discreetly-wrapped box under his arm. He opens the door of their hotel suite just in time to see Nakyum stepping out of the bathroom wearing a fluffy robe, skin scrubbed pink and hair still half-dry, curling tendrils still clinging to his nape and ears. He notices Seungho while in the middle of patting his hair down with a towel.
“Hey,” He comes forward and stands on his tip-toes to greet Seungho with a peck on the lips, giving a pleased hum when Seungho turns the chaste kiss into something filthy. Nakyum pushes Seungho until he’s seated on one of the plush armchairs, leaning over him and straddling his lap, his bathrobe parting to show that he’s still naked underneath. “You were gone when I woke up,” He playfully bites Seungho’s lower lip as a subtle rebuke. Nakyum hates waking up alone.
Seungho gives a throaty laugh. He adores Nakyum when he’s sweet and pliant, but Seungho loves Nakyum when he bares his teeth. Seungho gives a few more open-mouthed kisses to Nakyum’s chin and the column of his throat before reaching for the package that he bought and handing it to Nakyum.
“I got you something,” Seungho gently pushes the box towards him, “Open it.” Nakyum looks at him from underneath his eyelashes and bites his lip.
Nakyum, for all the years that he and Seungho have been together, still doesn’t fully understand the concept of being spoiled. Years of growing up in near-abject poverty as a child and later, as a teenager, has made the idea utterly foreign to him. The thought of buying small luxuries for the pursuit of enjoyment is something that’s forever eluded Nakyum, and he becomes fretful when Seungho gifts him with expensive odds and ends that have no practical use. Seungho, for his part, loves spoiling Nakyum—whether it be feeding him little boxed confections from Godiva or buying him Sennelier paint sets. Seungho was perplexed with Nakyum’s refusal to buy himself new things and downright displeased when he refused his gifts in the early years of their relationship. Quarrels and tears were not uncommon during that time—Seungho angry at his generosity being rebuffed, and Nakyum with the anxious discomfort of a lover whose love he thought was being bought and paid for.
Now, years after tearful confessions and whispered declarations, they’ve reached a happy compromise—Nakyum still never asks for or buys anything, but he will never refuse what Seungho gives him.
“Open it, sweetheart,” Seungho cajoles, palms sliding up and down Nakyum’s thighs. Seungho’s never the one for pet names, except during those rare times when he wants Nakyum to do something for him, and today must be one of those days.
Nakyum opens the box and gives out a small gasp when his hands fish out the items nestled in the crinkly tissue paper. It’s several lingerie pieces—further perusal turns it out to be a matching set, with a bralette, thong, suspenders, and stockings—and each piece of exquisite peach-colored lace is delicately embroidered with lilies and rosettes. Except for the suspenders, there are no clasps or buttons stitched into the lace—everything, it seems, is held together by flat bands of nude-colored velvet ribbons.
Nakyum blushes a deep a scarlet, “S-S-Seungho—what,” he stutters, embarrassed, squirming in Seungho’s lap in an attempt to get up and away.
Seungho, however, holds him fast by his waist, “I saw you looking,” Nakyum keeps squirming, mollified at being found out. “It’s okay,” he soothes, “I bought it for you to wear, baby,” he whispers, mouth hot over the shell of Nakyum’s ear.
Nakyum groans. His squirming—coupled with the snug heat of his bare ass—has resulted in the sizable tent on Seungho’s crotch. His embarrassment over the lingerie is now turning to something else, thanks to Seungho’s hard-on pressing into his ass and his tongue drawing lazy circles in Nakyum’s ear.
“Go on, baby. Wear it for me,” Seungho leans back and looks at Nakyum lazily from under half-lidded eyes. Though still mortified, Nakyum obeys, standing up shakily to slip his bathrobe down his shoulders. He picks up the thong first and slips it over one leg and then another, his trembling fingers tying the ribbons on each side of his hip. Nakyum’s cock, now squeezed in the confines of a tiny scrap of lace, is hard and is starting to leak precum on the flat plane of his stomach. Seungho gives a pleased nod and murmurs encouragements, his hand idly palming his own burgeoning erection. Nakyum struggles with the ties on the bralette, so Seungho beckons him closer and motions him to turn around so he can tie the ribbons in a tidy bow on his back. He drags Nakyum backward by his waist so that Nakyum is once again half-sitting on his lap, but this time with his back to Seungho’s chest.
“Fuck baby, you look so pretty,” Seungho whispers, hands roving up from where it’s been trailing on Nakyum’s sides, to his chest, fingers pulling and playing with the sensitive nubs of Nakyum’s nipples through the thin lace of the bralette.
Nakyum’s breathing heavily, mouth a small open ‘o’. He impatiently pulls at Seungho’s hand and tries to drag it to his aching dick to seek some relief. Seungho pulls back his hand and admonishes him, “Not yet, sweetheart, Daddy’s not done dressing you up,” Nakyum, instead of being chastised, moans louder, head lolling back as his ass tries to seek some friction instead on Seungho’s still-clothed dick.
Seungho normally doesn’t it get, even though it’s a kink that a lot of his previous fuckbuddies have tried to rope him into indulging in—but seeing Nakyum slowly losing his inhibitions with just a combination of dirty talk and soft praises is enough to make Seungho re-evaluate his previous life choices. They haven’t played with this kink before, but, judging from his reactions so far to Seungho, Nakyum’s liking it very much. “I’m gonna dress my baby and fuck him with his panties on, dirty up that lace with my cum,” Seungho breathes his filthy thoughts on Nakyum’s neck, teeth lightly scraping over a carotid while continuing to pull his nipples roughly, “Do you want Daddy to do that to you, baby?”
Nakyum’s panting now, “Yes, yes, please, oh please.”
“Please what, baby,” Seungho prompts, “You have to play with me here.”
“Daddy, please daddy, fuck me,” Nakyum whines in a rush, ass pressing more insistently on Seungho’s crotch.
Jesus, Seungho could come over that alone. “Patience baby, I want to spoil you first,” he lifts Nakyum’s leg up by the crook of his knee and slowly rolls up one of the lace stockings from his foot up to his thigh. He does the same for the other leg, biting down Nakyum’s neck when he starts squirming again. “I said be patient,” Seungho snaps the stockings on the suspenders and admires his handiwork, “Nearly done baby, I just need to put on a few more things.” Turning Nakyum around and lifting him by his waist, he stands up and walks the few steps towards the open doors of their bedroom. He lowers Nakyum—pupils now blown wide, lips chewed red and eyes shiny with frustrated tears—in the middle of their bed and reaches for the safe deposit box on the nightstand. It’s chockful of unused Yoon heirloom jewelry, and Seungho was supposed to return it for safekeeping in their family vaults in Lloyd’s after he’d gotten the pieces that he needed to get repaired or re-set. But Seungho, in a sudden stroke of brilliance (or evil genius—he’ll let Nakyum decide later) now finds another possible, and more creative, use for the pieces inside of it.
Seungho dips his hand and rummages inside the box, pulling out a choker of square-cut diamonds. He lays it flat on Nakyum’s neck—now flushed and littered with Seungho’s bite marks—and snaps the clasps shut. He then takes out several rings—thick gold and platinum bands, rings set with gems and filigree—and slips them in haphazard stacks on Nakyum’s fingers. He’s rooting inside the box when he sees a pair of clip-on Bulgari ruby earrings. In a fit of inspiration, he bends down to alternately tongue and bite Nakyum’s nipples through the bralette until his nipples are perked up in two throbbing points. Carefully, he clips one earring over each nipple, the gems winking blood-red. Nakyum, at this point, is now a writhing mess—sweat and spit have now mixed with Nakyum’s tears, and he’s clawing at the sheets and begging Seungho for relief. Seungho kisses him messily, sucking down Nakyum’s tongue and scraping his lips with his teeth, “Soon baby, just one more,” Seungho promises.
“Fuck, fuckfuckfuckmeplease,” Nakyum, mind slowly emptying from Seungho’s sensual assault, sobs, “Daddy, I need it, fuck me, please.”
Seungho upends the entire box beside Nakyum and sifts through it until he finds what he’s looking for—slipping the fabric of the thong aside to free Nakyum’s cock, he wraps a strand of pearls around its base and runs the remaining length down the seam of Nakyum’s ass, deliberately teasing his hole.
“Look at you, baby, all done,” Seungho marvels. Nakyum’s a debauched picture of jewelry and ruined lace, and Seungho has never been so proud that he’s wrecked Nakyum to a sobbing, wanton mess.
“Time to keep my promise, baby,” Nakyum’s back arches from the bed as Seungho, without warning, bends down and pumps his fisted hand up and down Nakyum’s length while swallowing the head and sucking hard with his mouth. Nakyum, teased and bitten and licked to tears, comes almost violently, the heels of his feet digging down the bed, his back bowed taut and his hands fisted in Seungho’s hair.
Seungho swallows it down, and while Nakyum’s eyes are still unfocused and his chest is still heaving, he flips him over and pulls him backward so that he can bury his tongue in Nakyum’s hole. Nakyum flails weakly, still oversensitive from his orgasm, but Seungho is relentless. He eats him out, tongue-fucking and sucking on his rim until Nakyum is once again drooling and begging.
“Daddy, daddy, fuck, oh god,” Nakyum’s gasps and whimpers fill the hotel room, “Please daddy, I’m gonna come again, I’m gonna come, please.”
Seungho doesn’t stop tonguing Nakyum’s ass while he probes two fingers in, scissoring them to accommodate the stretch of his girth. When he thinks it’s enough, he stands up and plants his feet on the floor beside the bed for leverage and takes out his cock, lining it up Nakyum’s hole. Gripping Nakyum’s waist, he slams forward and pulls back before slamming forward again, jostling Nakyum until he’s bouncing on Seungho’s cock. He builds a bruising rhythm, and the bed creaks in time with Nakyum's groans and Seungho’s grunts.
Nakyum keens as he feels himself getting close. Seungho feels it too and pounds harder until Nakyum cries out, and Seungho comes with him, his cock pulsing hot cum inside Nakyum’s ass.
***
Seungho wakes up with a crick on his neck. Under him, Nakyum groans, irritable from being trapped under the hot furnace of Seungho’s body heat.
“Seungho, I can’t breathe,” Nakyum complains, voice muffled from his face being smushed on Seungho’s left pectoral, “Get up, I want to take a bath.”
“Whatever happened to post-coital cuddling?” Seungho grumbles, wrapping his arms tighter around Nakyum.
Nakyum, finally freed from the prison of Seungho’s impressively muscled chest after squirming his way out, huffs, “And people think I’m the clingy one. Come on, I’ll run the water in the tub.”
***
After taking a relaxing bath and ringing for the butler assigned to their suite to take care of housekeeping and arrangements for their dinner, Nakyum falls, face down on their bed, tired.
“Do people really think you’re the clingy one?” Seungho asks curiously. He’s fluffing Nakyum’s pillows and making sure that he’s sleeping in the side facing east so that Nakyum doesn’t wake up with the sun in his eyes—one of the many little things that Seungho indulges Nakyum with, like letting him order dessert twice, or letting him sleep in while Seungho answers his emails, only waking him up by late morning so that they could have their brunch together.
Nakyum cracks one eye open from where he’s already falling asleep, “Yes, and apparently I’m also accused of being possessive as well as spoiling you.” Nakyum snorts daintily, “If they only knew.”
“Let’s let them keep their delusions,” Seungho yawns and maneuvers Nakyum (easily, since Nakyum’s a foot and half shorter and nearly a hundred pounds lighter) so that he’s spooning him tightly from behind, looking for all the world like the planet’s most impeccably groomed and most handsome koala, “It’s good for my reputation.”