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Kim Namjoon, head of the biggest music company in South Korea, monopolizing music stations and creating new stars at the snap of his fingers. Taehyung's heard of him in his rise to fame over the past five years, from zero to hero, the younger man assumes. If nothing else, Taehyung wonders what kind of guise the entertainment company is because no one has people bowing to him like that for making a few idols. He's in the middle of pondering whether Namjoon is some kind of mafia boss when the man of the hour makes his appearance.
Taehyung can't hate the way he's immediately enraptured. It's a given that when Namjoon comes into a room, he demands the attention of everybody who's anybody and nobodies alike. Of course, the fact that it's his galla doesn't hurt either. Taehyung watches him flit easily through the room, making 'conversation' with each guest on the way to his table- which happens to be two away from Taehyung's own. The younger man smiles to himself, tugging at the leather of his jacket to better adjust it to his frame before sparing another glance to the older.
Namjoon's eyes are already on his, and that alone is enough to set Taehyung's nerves on fire. He absolutely adores the possessive look Namjoon gets whenever he's appraising anyone- in his own company or not. Taehyung, of course, belongs to a rising company owned by (according to rumor) Namjoon's old friend. For that reason alone, it's suspicious for Taehyung to have received an invite to such a prestigious event, given that no one else from his company attended. Sure, Namjoon's secretary had explained that since Taehyung was big on charity work, Namjoon had simply been aiming to snag another big name and big donation.
The younger had sneered when he read it, of course. He wasn't blind, and he sure as hell wasn't an idiot. It hadn't made much sense then, but he'd been able to smell the bullshit. And now, as he's watching Namjoon not so subtly watch him from his seat, he knows exactly why his invitation had come so secretively.
He watches Namjoon deliver some faux inspirational speech about whatever cause he's pretending to endorse. He doesn't listen, because it'd be a waste of his time and brain cells probably, but he watches. He watches Namjoon's lips curling around every word, watches the flash of teeth and dimples right on cue every time. It's fascinating to say the least, because while he appears to be nonchalant, he's beyond tense. Taehyung doesn't have to be close to the stage to notice the way his shoulders are tight, hands fidgeting in something akin to annoyance that the audience will take as endearing nervousness.
He continues to watch through the multitude of questions Namjoon gets from reporters, and even still when the man leaves his post behind the podium after the first round of pictures are taken. Once Namjoon nears his table, however, Taehyung glances down at his phone and feigns disinterest, licking his lips and allowing one side of his lips to pull back in boredom. He knows the older is aware of the game he's playing- feels his presence almost overwhelmingly when Namjoon pauses ever so subtly at his table- but takes that much more pride when the older leaves with waves of irritation rolling off of him.
During the red carpet, Taehyung basks in the attention he gets from the 'bad boy' persona his company insisted he portray. He loves the fierce blush that spreads across the reporter's cheeks when he so much as raises an eyebrow at whatever trivial question was delivered, and he loves the way he can hear others mentioning the contrast between him and any other idol attending. His slacks are- amusingly enough- matching the host's.
Namjoon is in a simple (only in appearance- Taehyung knows there's a price tag that'd make most men cry snipped off of it) dark pinstripe suit, white v-neck underneath the blazer in stark contrast with how business like the outerwear is. Taehyung nearly salivated when he'd taken note of the outfit earlier, and now that he's even closer it's almost unbearable how much he wants to push the few thousand dollar jacket off of too broad shoulders.
When the older finally greets him, it's with a firm handshake that Taehyung has to bite back a moan at. He smiles pleasantly, and nearly laughs when he can see Namjoon's pupils dialate. He knows he's not being subtle, and the way Namjoon's grip tightens just slightly in his is a good sign. Taehyung bites his lip through another smile and gives an agreeable chuckle at whatever PR nonsense Namjoon is going on about for the camera that's trained on them. He gives generic enough replies to appease his company and keep his image good, despite remaining tuned out until plump lips graze his ear upon leaning in to murmur in a voice deep enough to force Taehyung to stifle a shudder.
"You don't have any clue what you're getting into Taehyung."
Taehyung hums in response and allows his fingertips to linger just shy of too long when they part.
He excuses himself from the dinner party part of the event after an hour of mingling and getting far too many looks from far too old women and men alike. The skyline is painted a marred shade of dark blue, city lights spattering along the jagged edge of high-rise buildings and billboards. Taehyung sneaks another drag of his cigarette as traffic once more slows to a painful stop. It always has been a bitch to get anywhere at this time of night. Taehyung bemoans his inability to escape until a large hand wraps around his own long enough to snatch the niccotine away and fling it into the stilled line of cars.
"What would Yoongi say if he saw you smoking that?"
"Got a spare?" Taehyung drawled lazily, tongue sliding easily around a Daegu accent.
"Very funny, I'm sure he'd scold you. Can't have his star ruining his voice."
"Yeah, he'd probably autotune any scratchiness away. But hey, wouldn't that be good for you? He is your competition after all."
"Maybe. I actually like your voice, though," Namjoon is smirking and Taehyung doesn't have to turn around to know it. "Even like this, raspy and deep as ever. Does it always sound like that?"
"Yes, I was clearly birthed with this timbre of voice."
"Not what I meant."
"Yeah? Well it's what I meant."
"Real funny, kid."
"Kid? You're two years older than me."
"And yet I can still put you in your place."
"Really?" Taehyung gives Namjoon a once over from over his shoulder, a light smirk playing at his own lips. "Prove it, pops."
Namjoon's fingers curl around Taehyung's chin, forcing it up and Taehyung is grinning so hard his cheeks might split. He's beyond thrilled with the road they've swerved onto, any thought of self control out the window as his face moves impossibly closer. Namjoon smells like expensive cologne and aftershave and Taehyung wonders if he could get drunk off of it, tongue dragging along his top teeth as the olders fingers press on his jaw to open it.
"Don't test me."
"Relax a bit, why don'cha?" Taehyung purrs, completely in his element even as Namjoon moves closer, pressing his body against the railing of the balcony he's claimed. "You seem so uptight tonight..."
The way Taehyung's voice trails off seems to have just the right effect because Namjoon growls from somewhere deep in his chest, pulling a sigh of anticipation from the younger. He doesn't protest when Namjoon's hand curls around his bicep, tugging him into the empty hallway and into the elevator. The air is thick with tension in the few seconds it takes to get to the fiftieth floor from 'ballroom number three', and Taehyung has never been happier about being at an event in a hotel before.
"Won't they miss you down there?"
"The event is over, technically, I'm not obligated to stay."
"What a bad host," Taehyung breathes through a laugh, winding his arms around Namjoon's neck as he finds himself pressed to the inside of a luxurious hotel room. "Leaving all those adoring fans and potential investors like this."
"You didn't give me much choice," He pauses, fisting a hand into Taehyung's hair and smirking at the way the younger's mouth falls open immediately, tongue darting out along his bottom lip. "What was I supposed to do with the looks you've been giving me?"
"You say that like this wasn't your plan." Taehyung raises an eyebrow and hooks a leg around the back of one of Namjoon's.
"Too damn perceptive." Namjoon mutters almost under his breath, drawing a giggle from Taehyung and immediately prompting a glare from the former.
"What fun would it be if I weren't?"
"You never really struck me as the kind to play innocent anyways," The older muses, using his grip on Taehyung's hair to tilt his head up more, free hand stroking too softly along Taehyung's jaw. He shivers involuntarily, trying to press himself closer despite the obvious difference in strength.
"Play innocent? Don't you think I am?" The way Taehyung is purring his words isn't lost on Namjoon, he's sure, but he can't help the excitement sparking flames deep in his gut. "I'm a good boy."
It thrills Taehyung to no end when Namjoon is the first to make yet a noise, a throaty groan passing through wonderfully plump lips that the former wants so badly to bruise with his own. The sound goes straight to his dick, and he knows Namjoon feels it with how Taehyung has essentially curled himself around Namjoon as best he can.
"Good boy, huh?" Namjoon's voice is so fucking deep, Taehyung sucks in a shaky breath, looking up at Namjoon through his eyelashes. "Why is that so damn hard to believe?"
"Want me to prove it to you?" The younger rolls his hips upwards experimentally. The motion is soft and fluid, but it's enough to have Namjoon's eyes fluttering shut for the briefest of moments and Taehyung is in fucking heaven.
He doesn't need an answer, apparently, because Namjoon is leading him to the sectioned off bedroom without another word. The grip he has on Taehyung's wrist is sending lust licking up his stomach and into his throat because it's so possessive that the younger just knows he'll be seeing stars soon enough. Namjoon's bedroom is impressive, to say the least. It's immaculate and dark, plush cream colored carpeting and a large bed in the center. It demands attention in every respect- the shock of black linnens, the immaculate arch of it's bedpost, the fucking handcuffs hanging so easily from it and Jesus Christ this was definitely planned. Taehyung doesn't realize his mouth is hanging open until a finger presses at the underside of his chin to close it.
Namjoon is giving him a dimpled grin, looking absolutely sinful with hooded eyes and one of the most impressive tents in his pants Taehyung has seen to date. He's nearly salivating at the thought of unzipping his pants, and has to remind himself to make this damn good because the faster he jumps in, the faster it'll be over and fuck if he doesn't wanna draw this out.
"C'mere." The older seats himself on the edge of the bed, crooking a finger so leisurely at Taehyung that the younger is drawn forward immediately.
He seats himself comfortably on Namjoon's lap, rolling his shoulders back and flashing a small smirk down at the man before allowing his jacket to start sliding off. Namjoon looks appropriately enraptured, and Taehyung feels himself growing harder on that alone. The former attempts to reach up, to touch presumably, and Taehyung pushes him back with one hand, tutting softly.
"Let me. Relax, why don'cha," Taehyung muses, pausing for a moment curling his tongue around the word before letting it drip past his lips, honeyed and dark with faux innocence. "Daddy."
Namjoon's hips roll into his and Taehyung pushes harder, pressing the man back until he's fully laid against the blanket. Taehyung stares at him for a moment, appreciating the view more than he can or cares to voice. He trails his fingers delicately along the soft fabric of Namjoon's shirt, pushing his suit blazer aside just enough before snaking his fingers up underneath and onto wonderfully heated, toned skin.
"Don't make me use those handcuffs you oh so conveniently left out." Taehyung hums, nails playing at sculpted muscle as he watches Namjoon struggle with letting himself lose even an inch of control. It turns him on that much more, and the younger is increasingly more inclined to continue undressing. He pulls the jacket off slowly, draping it gently on the edge of the bed before setting to work on his shirt. He crosses his arms over each other and grips at the hem of his shirt, winking down at Namjoon before beginning to slowly tug it off.
The sharp intake of breath makes Taehyung's stomach constrict with want, a soft whine bubbling out of him. The sound prompts a curse from Namjoon, and Taehyung's hips cant forward slightly. He's losing his self control a little too quickly, lust threatening to overpower his need to take Namjoon down a peg and make him let someone else be the boss for once, and Taehyung just can't have that.
Once his shirt is discarded, Taehyung grabs one of Namjoon's wrists and brings his hand up to the younger's own chest. He uses his grip to guide Namjoon's palm along the smooth expanse of skin, biting down hard on his lip when the older drags his nails gently downwards. Taehyung sets his hips moving at a slow pace, groaning into thick air at the feeling of Namjoon's own hard-on pressing insistantly on his own while his free hand gets to work undoing Namjoon's belt.
"Shit," The older shouldn't sound as good as he does cursing, and Taehyung wonders idly if he's the devil in disguise because no one should be allowed to be as absolutely goddamn delicious as he is. Taehyung wants more than anything to be fucking dominated by the man below him, to have bruises in the shape of his fingerprints and a wrecked voice, and as he finally manages to get Namjoon's pants undone, he's nearly giddy at how much closer he's getting to exactly what he wants. "Baby, you're so fucking-"
"Hot?" Taehyung offers, dropping Namjoon's hand and sliding off of him slowly. He sits himself comfortably between Namjoon's thighs, palms running along the thick muscles as he admires the view he has.
Namjoon gives him a look that would be needy if it weren't so fierce, and Taehyung can't help himself when he skips using his hands in favor of tonguing the man's erection through his underwear. He can already taste precum and he's never been more turned on in his goddamn life. He feels Namjoon's thighs tense under him and he laughs softly, reveling in the squirm it gets him as the vibrations help him tease. He nuzzles at the soft skin just above the elastic band, dragging his tongue along it and blowing a puff of cold air just to see the goosebumps that rise. It's fucking incredible, he thinks, how powerful Namjoon looks even as he's being taken apart lick by lick.
He tugs Namjoon's length out of his underwear and can't help the way his eyes widen because holy shit was he impressive. Taehyung looks up at Namjoon then, pumping slowly with one hand as he moves his lips just shy of the head of Namjoon's dick. The older is fucking glaring down at him, and Taehyung doubts he even realizes it. He presses his lips to the heated flesh, smearing precum along them and breathing out a sigh of content that makes Namjoon's length twitch.
"You look so fucking good, Daddy," The younger whines, letting his tongue loll out just enough to tease. "Wanna make you cum with my mouth."
"Fuck," How eloquent, Taehyung thinks with a sly smirk as he watches Namjoon fight to come up with something to say. It's painfully obvious how out of his element the older is, and Taehyung loves it.
Taehyung doesn't waste any more time and kisses sloppily at the tip, coating it with spit as deliciously obscene noises force heat to his groin. He's always loved giving blowjobs, loves how hot and heavy his mouth feels when it's full, how his spine tingles when his hair is pulled, how he loses control of himself when the head hits the back of his throat. Namjoon looks so fucking big that he's on cloud nine before he's even fully inside.
He swirls his tongue and digs it into the slit, letting drool drip from his mouth haphazardly onto flushed skin as his mouth sinks lower. Taehyung moans at the way his jaw already almost aches with the effort of just fucking accomodating him. Namjoon is clearly struggling with the urge to buck into Taehyung's mouth, and the younger applauds his self restraint before trying to break it as he hollows his cheeks and sucks hard. It doesn't work, but Namjoon's knuckles are white and the sound he makes is deep and throaty and fuck, so good.
Namjoon sits up and leans on his elbows, shifting just enough to force himself in deeper and drawing a choked whine from Taehyung. He glares up at Namjoon, dragging his teeth just hard enough along the sensitive skin to earn a soft sound that's somewhere between pained and pleasured and shaking thighs and fuck if that isn't hot. Taehyung makes a mental note of it and breathes out heavily through his nose before nuzzling into the skin of Namjoon's pelvis. His jaw is screaming at him with the strain of such an unnatural position, and he wonders if he'd been a snake in a previous life with how right it feels to be slackjawed like this until he realizes that isn't an appropriate train of thought when there's a dick so far into his mouth that it's touching the back of his throat. He makes up for the momentary lapse in activity by swallowing around him, ignoring the sting of tears at his eyes in favor of doing it again when Namjoon's voice pitches higher.
"Holy fuck, Taehyung-" Namjoon is fucking growling and Taehyung sucks a little more hurriedly, pulling up and dragging his tongue along the vein on the underside of Namjoon's cock hard. He digs his nails into Namjoon's still clothed legs, bobbing his head to the tune of increasingly needy moans that betray Namjoon of both his age and desperation.
When a hand fists into Taehyung's hair minutes later, the younger moans in anticipation, pulling off with a pop and letting his mouth hang open readily. His lips are bruised and slick with spit and Taehyung bets he looks fucking fantastic when Namjoon covers his tongue, lips, cheek and chin with ropes of cum. He makes a show of cleaning his face off, sucking on the fingers that he'd used to do so until Namjoon pulls it out of his mouth.
"Get up."
Taehyung shivers excitedly at the command, standing shakily on sore legs as Namjoon pushes him back. He watches as the older undresses fully, hooded eyes fluttering shuts when large hands turn to his own clothes. Namjoon is surprisingly gentle when removing his pants and underwear in turn, though Taehyung bites his tongue as he's about to growl something about the older being a son of a bitch for giving one harsh tug then removing his hands entirely.
Namjoon orders Taehyung to follow him and he complies, eyes wide as saucers when Namjoon pushes him up against the wall. It isn't that he's never been fucked against a wall, of course, but he's never been fucked up against a wall that was entirely glass. Panic rises like bile in his throat and as he tries to turn around to look at Namjoon, the older holds his face in place, pushing it harder against the cold surface.
"Are you trying to fucking ruin me?" Taehyung snarls, nails scratching uselessly at the glass as Namjoon presses his already hardening cock between Taehyung's cheeks.
"Yeah, in a bit. What are you so scared about, huh?" Namjoon is smirking and Taehyung wants to scream. "Let daddy take care of you. No one can see you from this high up."
The younger stiffens, precum beading at the tip of his cock at Namjoon's words and smearing onto the formerly pristine glass. He whimpers uselessly, flinching at the way it resonates back to him and- despite himself- pressing back against Namjoon. He wants it so fucking badly and while Namjoon's words make sense, he's absolutely terrified in the best way. The older pushes three fingers into Taehyung's mouth, playing with the latter's tongue until he's satisfied and pulling them out without bothering to wipe the string of saliva that follows.
"Want daddy to fuck you?"
Jesus fuck, Taehyung thinks, keening and shutting his eyes tightly., Namjoon doesn't do anything at that and the younger boy is horrified when his body moves of it's own accord as he finds himself wiggling his ass and nodding helplessly.
"I can't hear you."
"Please."
"Please what, kitten?"
"Please fuck me."
Taehyung knows it's payback as Namjoon is forcefully taking the metaphorical reigns from his hands, putting him in the most vulnerable position he could possibly be in and making damn sure he knows it.
The younger melts under Namjoon's touch after the first finger, drool and remnants of panicked tears smearing between his cheek and the glass as colors flash behind his eyelids from keeping them shut so tightly. The way Namjoon's fingers fuck into him is gentle and thorough, and when Taehyung grits his teeth in discomfort, plush lips press against his own for the first time that night. His eyes fly open only to find Namjoon's eyelashes splayed across his cheeks, face calm and content and his heartrate increases considerably. Taehyung whimpers into the kiss as it deepens, scratches uselessly at the glass when Namjoon kisses him harder upon tasting himself on Taehyung's tongue.
Three fingers in, the younger is shaking with want, cock achingly hard and curled up onto his stomach. He murmurs something that sounds like please, and Namjoon complies immediately. The stretch is what he expects, but that doesn't keep his eyes from flying open, doesn't keep the moan tinged with pain and pleasure from ripping out of his throat.
The pace Namjoon sets is brutal, fucking Taehyung into a stupor and forcing an endless stream of curses woven into moans and growls from his lips. He watches Namjoon in the reflection of the glass, watches the way it mixes and swirls with the cityscape through the fog his breath has created. The feeling of being split open mingles with the undeniable burn that comes with being fucked with abandon and Taehyung can't keep his vision from blurring.
"Daddy, daddy, fuck-" Taehyung slurs, grinding back into Namjoon's thrusts as their paces falter. The fire in his gut is white hot and unbearable, sending a tingling sensation through his limbs as he both seeks and fights his impending orgasm. He wants to wait, wants to feel Namjoon fill him up before he cums, but his legs are begging to give out with each thrust and he's so close to passing out his mind feels fuzzy. As Taehyung brings a clammy hand down to pump at his length, he nearly sobs when Namjoon's hand stops his.
"Don't touch yourself."
"Fuck you," He spits, dragging his other hand down only to have both of his wrists snatched up. His back arches painfully as Namjoon slams into his prostate, choking on each moan as it cuts off the one before it. Taehyung's legs give out in time for the older to give one final, deep roll of his hips, filling the younger's limp body and triggering his own overdue orgasm. He cums hard enough to black out his vision, panting raggedly as Namjoon gingerly lays him on the bed. Taehyung registers the feeling of soft lips on his sweat-soaked hair, on his temple, and on his cheek, then the feeling of something warm and wet on his skin before he's out.
The younger boy's eyes flutter open to the sun high in the sky, the smell of samgyeopsal and the sound of an angry cleaning ajumma wiping away at the 'ruined window'.