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the pretty boy in the expensive suit had been wandering for two hours straight now. jihan had been doing errands for jichang-seongnim the whole time, but he'd seen the pretty boy looking lost at the dog breeder's place, then distressed at the landfill, and now, in front of the apiary, he looked like he was on the verge of tears.
"hey," he shouted as he got off his horse, "y'alright?"
the pretty boy flinched, whirling around. he had blond hair that covered his eyes, and his suit was from some kind of luxury brand that jihan didn't recognize. clearly, he didn't belong here. he was a city boy, clear as day, clad in city brands that jihan had no idea about. he was gorgeous, though, that jihan knew for sure.
jihan waved, and the pretty boy took a few steps back before immediately bolting in the opposite direction like a skittish mare. "hey, hey, hey! i'm not gonna hurt ya! i'm tryna help ya!"
the pretty boy looked at him suspiciously, lips turned down in a pout. he was cute, seriously. his shoulders were broad under his coat, but his torso tapered down into a narrow, grab-able waist. it would look good with bruises in the shape of jihan's fingers on it. his full lips - the highlight of his face - were pink and plush, and jihan would be a liar if he said he didn't want those lips drooling around his cock, begging for him.
and what kwak jihan wanted, kwak jihan got. he beat up jibeom-hyung for rights to chungcheong. he could get this beauty from the city into his bed, no doubt.
he walked up towards the pretty boy, one hand on his stallion's rein, the other hand raised in surrender. "i'm kwak jihan. what's yer name, sweetcheeks?"
the pretty boy reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket to pull out a business card, handing it to jihan with trembling hands.
"hong jaeyeol," he read, "pretty name for a pretty boy like yerself."
hong jaeyeol flushed red and looked down, his bottom lip quivering. cute. "yer lost, ain't ya? what brings a city boy like ya to a place like this?" jihan watched him wilt like a pretty flower in real time. jihan wanted to plant hong jaeyeol in his bed and make roses bloom on his skin. "ya got left behind?"
jaeyeol nodded, a tiny thing that jihan would've missed if he hadn't been paying so much attention.
jihan almost pitied him. jihan would've, if he hadn't been planning on taking advantage of jaeyeol's innocence. "i know my way around these roads." jaeyeol perked up, almost puppy-like in his excitement. "i can show ya the way, but it's gettin' late, sweet. why don't you stay the night with me?"
jaeyeol pulled away, looking at him suspiciously.
jihan rolled his eyes with a laugh. "i might be a poor country bumpkin, but i ain't gonna rob ya when i've invited you into my house. but if ya want me to show ya the way..." he yanked jaeyeol over by his tie, and the pretty boy stumbled closer, his ear right next to jihan's waiting lips. "i'll gladly accept... another kind of payment."
jaeyeol tried to give jihan his credit card, much to jihan's amusement. "not that kind of payment, sweetheart. i want you to ride me." jaeyeol took a step back and gestured for jihan to... get onto the floor? "i'm not into sharing, sweetcheeks."
jaeyeol cocked his head, looking so adorably confused jihan realized the pretty city boy really was that innocent. he'd mistaken jihan's request for... a piggyback. he thought jihan wanted to give him a piggyback. jihan couldn't help but laugh, booping jaeyeol's nose when the pretty blond pouted at him. "i didn't mean that kind of riding." jaeyeol frowned. "oh? you want me to show you?" jaeyeol nodded. "i'll show you later, sweet."
jihan helped jaeyeol onto his horse, reins in his hand as he led the horse and its rider - soon to be jihan's rider - towards his cabin in the woods. he'd demanded for his and jibeom-hyung's cabins to be separated during his early teens, since jibeom-hyung was older and kept bringing girls home. he was glad for his own cabin. he could bring his own girls - or guys - home now. his stallion made a groaning sound, ears flattened against his head. "shh," jihan murmured, stroking the horse's nose, "it's okay. don't squeeze too hard," he ordered jaeyeol, who was going pale with fear. clearly, he'd never rode a horse before. "loosen up, sweet."
jaeyeol took a deep breath, obediently spreading his thighs just a little bit more. what a good boy. jihan was going to have so much fun with him.
jihan took the pretty boy home and fed him dinner, watching him pout and poke at his herbal soup. so sue him, jihan can't afford wagyu. radish soup is the best non-spicy option he's got. jihan would've liked to see jaeyeol trying to eat spice, though. the blond could barely handle kimchi. jihan wanted to see him cry with swollen lips at the taste of jjamppong. "drink it all," jihan advised him, smirking over the dinner table, "or ya won't have energy for later."
jaeyeol made a face, but sipped on his soup anyway. he wrinkled his nose, lips pursed in distaste, and jihan couldn't stop himself from kissing jaeyeol right there and then.
jaeyeol whimpered into his mouth, floundering, and jihan swallowed his whining complaints greedily. when he pulled away, jaeyeol's cheeks were flushed red, just like his soft, plump lips. jaeyeol made a questioning sound, panting a little just from chaste, closed-mouthed kissing. jihan was willing to bet this beautiful creature had never been touched like this before. "that was just the appetizer, sweetheart. i got more for ya." he licked his lips, smirking when jaeyeol's gaze followed the motion of his tongue. "delicious."
jaeyeol shivered, and finished his soup like a good boy under jihan's watchful eye.
he politely wiped his mouth with a napkin when he was done, and jihan was overcome with the urge to have jaeyeol suck his dick, and paint his pretty face with cum once he was done.
jihan led jaeyeol to his bedroom, kissing him as he pushed the suit jacket off his shoulders. jaeyeol finally seemed to realize what he had gotten himself into when jihan fell backwards onto the bed, jaeyeol perched on top of him. his spit-slick lips were parted in a gasp.
"are we gonna have sex? that's so forward of ya." jaeyeol turned beet red and looked away. jihan held him by the cheek, leading jaeyeol to his lips once more. he palmed jaeyeol's hardening length, and jaeyeol moaned, curling into jihan's body. "but the answer is yes, baby. unless ya don't want it, in which case... i guess i'll leave ya to wander around on yer own, completely defenseless, at the mercy of other country ruffians like me who might take advantage of yer innocence."
jaeyeol huffed petulantly.
"yer not innocent? coulda fooled me, sweetcheeks." he groped at jaeyeol's hard cock, gave his ass a little pinch. "have ya even touched yerself before? ever taken anything up there?"
jaeyeol huffed, embarrassment coloring his cheeks.
"ah, so y'aint completely innocent after all." oh, this was going to be so much better than he'd fantasized. "imma show ya how good the real thing feels."
jaeyeol shuddered as jihan pulled him into another searing kiss, unbuttoning his dress shirt and tossing it onto the floor. jaeyeol made a displeased sound.
"better crumple it than dirty it, sweet."
jaeyeol blushed harder, cheeks so red and lips so swollen it really looked lewd. jihan would spare jaeyeol from sucking his dick out of the kindness of his heart. jaeyeol had already been grinding against him during the kiss, he didn't think the pretty boy would manage to hold himself back with jihan's cock lodged in his throat.
jihan kissed his perked-up nipples, sucking on the piercing on his right nipple. jihan hadn't expected to see that. he'd expected a good boy, a pure boy, completely untouched, not a baby rebel with a nipple piercing. but this was better. hong jaeyeol was just full of surprises, wasn't he? jihan bit down hard enough to leave a mark, and jaeyeol cried out, squeezing jihan's shoulders with his pretty face twisted in pain.
shit, okay. jihan stroked jaeyeol's side, feeling toned muscle flex under his fingers. "shh, it's okay, i gotcha, i gotcha."
jaeyeol took a deep, shuddering breath, and calmed down again. he sat up and straddled jihan's hips as he unzipped jihan's orange camo jumpsuit. jihan exhaled sharply as jaeyeol ran a curious finger over his sensitive scars. "they don't hurt anymore, don't worry. oh, you want to know how i got them? i fought my older brother."
jaeyeol reared back in concern.
"don't worry, sweetheart." jihan placed jaeyeol's trembling hand over his own beating heart. he grinned at the sound of jaeyeol's quiet gasp, toothy and savage. "i won."
this time, jaeyeol was the one to mash their mouths together, and jihan hummed when jaeyeol licked at the seam of his lips. there was no battling for dominance, only the slick sound of their lips sliding together and jihan swallowing jaeyeol's quiet moans.
jihan unbuttoned jaeyeol's trousers, pushing them down. jaeyeol shifted so jihan could shove his trousers - along with his boxers - all the way down. they joined jaeyeol's dress shirt and jihan's jumpsuit on the floor.
jaeyeol was naked and flushed on top of him, a bruise blooming on his right nipple. beautiful, but lacking. jihan propped himself up on his elbows to give him a few more marks - nothing above the collar, but he licked and sucked wherever he fancied, hands roaming over jaeyeol's broad back, squeezing and groping at his ass. jihan kissed him until jaeyeol was a whining, writhing mess on top of him.
jihan stroked jaeyeol's pulsing cock, fingers running against the veins on the side, and jaeyeol moaned brokenly. "come on, baby." jihan handed him the half-used bottle of lube. "show me how you prep yourself."
jaeyeol obediently drizzled lube onto his fingers, warming it up between his fingertips. meanwhile, jihan ripped a condom packet open with his teeth, rolling it onto his hard cock. he might be a self-proclaimed country ruffian, but he's got manners. he learned about sex ed at school too.
jaeyeol leaned forward, bracing himself with an arm as his other arm went behind his back. jihan watched, entranced, as jaeyeol slipped one finger into himself, hissing. he was quiet, save for the sound of his lubed finger thrusting into his hole. his lips parted on a gasp when he added a second finger, scissoring and fucking into himself. jihan kissed the furrow of his brows, and jaeyeol moaned. jihan ran a hand down his pale back, and jaeyeol let out a low groan when he added a third finger, his palm frantically slapping against his own ass. god, it was so hot. jihan saw the moment jaeyeol pressed against his own prostate: his eyes went wide, a choked moan escaped from his plush lips, and he lost his balance, lying on top of jihan with his ass in the air. he kept fucking into himself with his fingers, panting against jihan's chest as he brought himself closer and closer to the edge of pleasure.
he whined and clenched down on nothing when jihan pulled his lube-covered fingers out of his ass. "shh, baby, i'm just asking you to stop for a moment."
god, jaeyeol looked drunk on his own desire. it was a good look on him.
"baby, do you think you can take me?"
jaeyeol hesitantly wrapped his slick hand around jihan's cock, pumping slowly, and jihan couldn't stop groaning at the slick slide and how good jaeyeol's soft skin felt against his cock.
"not like that, sweetcheeks. scooch up."
jihan man-handled jaeyeol into position, straddling jihan's waist, jaeyeol's ass above jihan's waist. jihan lightly slapped the tip of his cock against jaeyeol's slick rim. jaeyeol's face scrunched up as the tip of jihan's cock breached him.
god, he was so tight, even after being stretched out with three fingers. jihan lowered jaeyeol onto him with utmost care. couldn't hurt him too badly, after all. his waist fit perfectly in jihan's calloused hands. jaeyeol's thighs trembled, and a drawn out moan trailed out of his lips as he clenched around jihan's length. jihan hissed. he wasn't even halfway in, and it already felt so good. "loosen up, sweet, yer gonna cut off my blood circulation."
jihan hadn't slept with anyone in a while, and he wasn't sure if he'd just forgotten how good it felt to be in a tight, warm body, or if jaeyeol really felt that good squeezing around him, but all he could think of was that if jaeyeol clenched too hard and broke his dick, it would've been worth it.
jaeyeol loosened up a little, sinking lower on his own with a sharp inhale when jihan called him a good boy. he just wanted to please, didn't he? good think jihan was good at taking what he wanted, and what he wanted right now was all the pleasure jaeyeol could give him.
gravity and jihan's hands pulled jaeyeol downwards until his ass was flush against jihan's hips. jaeyeol's pretty pink cock was dripping pre-cum everywhere, but jihan didn't mind.
he fucked up into jaeyeol's tight heat, watching the blond bounce a little and moan, helpless against his own desire. he gestured towards the spot where they were joined, where jaeyeol's body had swallowed jihan's cock in its entirety. he couldn't help but grin. "yeehaw, baby."
it took a few seconds for the pretty blond to understand, but when he did, he pouted and gave jihan a mean twist to the nips. jihan grunted. that fuckin hurt. jihan lifted jaeyeol up by the waist, biceps bulging, and let him go.
jaeyeol cried out as gravity pulled him down. his hips slammed against jihan's with an audible slap, his insides squelching and twitching around jihan. jihan could feel his soft walls burning hot even through the condom. if he'd gone bareback - haha, bareback - jihan was sure he would've melted and died or some shit.
jihan alternated between fucking up into jaeyeol and bouncing jaeyeol on his lap, and jaeyeol cried out every time jihan slapped his ass to watch jaeyeol squeal with tears in his eyes and drool in the corner of his lips.
maybe jaeyeol realized jihan was bullying him, because the next time jihan tried to tease his nipples, jaeyeol slapped his hands aside, pinning jihan's wrists above his head with a hand. jihan whistled crudely as jaeyeol started bouncing on his own, jerking himself off.
that was so fucking hot.
drool trailed past his parted lips, and jihan would've wiped it off if jaeyeol hadn't been using the hand holding jihan down to hold himself stable at the same time.
so hot.
jihan thrusted up to match jaeyeol's frantic bounces, rolling his hips when jaeyeol ground against him desperately. he couldn't stop himself from huffing and grunting every time jaeyeol's ass slapped against his hips.
"i'm close," jihan grunted when jaeyeol clenched around him, walls scraping around the condom. "ya got some killer stamina, sweetcheeks."
jaeyeol just tossed his head back with a loud, erotic moan, bouncing with abandon. his thighs were twitching with the effort of keeping up with his own libido. god, the last time jihan had gotten someone to ride him, neither of them had enjoyed it even half as much. must be something about overly enthusiastic virgins, or innocent pretty boys with nipple piercings. jihan was glad jibeom-hyung wasn't around at the moment. jihan really, really didn't want to share jaeyeol.
jaeyeol's moans got louder the closer he got to his impending orgasm. he clenched extra hard around jihan's abused cock when he came, painting jihan's chest with white. jihan followed close behind with a guttural groan, spilling heat into the condom.
he waited until he went soft to pull out, tying off the cum-filled condom and tossing it in the trash. he felt jaeyeol's eyes on him as he stumbled to the bathroom for a towel to clean them both off. jaeyeol was panting softly, and he mewled when jihan wiped his asshole a little too roughly.
he looked at jihan with teary eyes, and jihan's heartbeat fucking tripped over itself, what the fuck. jihan wiped the drool off jaeyeol's chin too with the clean side of the towel, trying not to think too much about things.
"i'm gonna take a shower. ya gonna join me, sweetheart?"
jaeyeol shook his head. his eyelids were drooping shut. he was probably sore anyway. eh, who was jihan to care? he took a cold shower to clear his head, and nearly ducked back in to blast himself with another round of freezing cold water when he felt something inside him go soft at the sight of jaeyeol wrapped up in his blanket, lips parted on a sleepy breath.
in the morning, jihan would take jaeyeol back to the city, and that would be that. he'd look back on this as the best lay he'd ever had, and maybe find another hole to stick his dick in.
(he doubted he'd find someone from the country who was as soft and obedient as jaeyeol was. the countryside didn't accept soft. people like jaeyeol would get eaten alive, one way or another.)
in the morning, jihan drove jaeyeol back to the city, said his goodbyes, and left him at the penthouse - penthouse! what the fuck! - where he lived.
the next day, kwak jichang of the chungcheong police force received an anonymous letter with no return address meant for his baby brother jihan. the envelope was pristine white, the penmanship so perfect it looked more like it was typed out and printed. jihan had never seen writing so neat before.
jihan sliced it open with his switchblade, careful not to damage the note inside. it said:
thank you, kwak jihan-ssi. i had a good night. i won't ride any more horses, but i might consider riding you again.
kwak jihan exhaled with a laugh. hong jaeyeol was a fucking minx. he was going to get that pretty boy into his bed again, one way or another.