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Although one might imagine that a twenty-seven-year-old man could be at some nightclub on a Friday night, that simply made no sense to Park Jimin. He would much rather be at home, perhaps taking a great bath with his scented salts and watching a good drama—but at home. On this particular Friday, he wasn't in his bathtub; instead, he was on the couch in his living room, watching a reality show that had recently been released on a streaming platform. That is, until he felt his phone vibrate and looked at the notification on the screen.
“811”
Jimin didn't think much about that bad habit that he had been having for almost a year. Whenever he stopped to think, he ended up recriminating himself, but all he had to do was receive a simple message with a number and there he was, walking down the hallway that had already become familiar with, with his magnetic card in his hand.
He hated Kim Namjoon, that was a fact. They met through mutual friends. Jimin was a very successful and renowned choreographer, while Kim was the heir to one of the largest construction conglomerates in the country.
The two didn't get along particularly well or badly at first, but over time, all that perfection in the other irritated the younger one. The entire country loved to follow Namjoon as the perfect man that he was, intelligent beyond measure, sensitive to art, a very successful businessman who had made his father's companies triple in profitability since he took over as CEO. He was popular in the media and among his own employees, as well as with his family.
It was at a very private birthday party for a friend they had in common that Jimin got to know the other side of him. They were both drunk and argued at every opportunity that night. Park because he was kind of certain that the man wasn't as perfect as everyone thought, and Kim because he was extremely stressed and saw in that short guy the opportunity to vent at least a little of his frustration. However, all this conflict resulted in the two of them fucking in one of the bathroom stalls of the nightclub that Hoseok had rented for that party.
After that, it was Kim who made contact first. It was always him. He sent a message with an address that Jimin identified as a hotel followed by the words “I’m at the bar”. Initially, the younger one told himself that he was just going to get satisfaction from the other, ask who he thought he was, but he ended up moaning beneath him that night.
And so the relationship between the two continued, consisting of the older one looking for the choreographer when he felt frustrated or angry so that he could take it out somehow. Park would like to say that he didn’t know why he always ended up coming back, but he would be lying. No one satisfies his dirtiest desires like Kim Namjoon does, no matter how much of a son of a bitch and a pretender he might be.
He closed the door behind him and went in, seeing the other standing looking through the window at the night view of the city.
- You always come, don’t you Jiminie? Like the good whore that you are. – Namjoon said without bothering to turn to face the boy.
- And what bothered Mr. Perfect this time? Did someone step on your expensive shoe and you were forced to pretend you didn't want to shoot them in the head? - He asked in an ironic tone.
The other turned around and started walking towards him, looking him up and down.
- Blond? It suits you, it goes with that cheap, dumb whore face of yours. - He commented on the other's new hair color, who clicked his tongue, but before he could answer, he felt his face being grabbed by the taller one's hand. - And no, blondie, no one stepped on my fucking shoe. And you don't care why I'm angry either, you never care anyway, do you? All that matters to you is how hard I'm going to fuck you.
The hand that was holding the younger one's face tightly moved to the back of his neck and pulled him in for an almost violent kiss. The older one's tongue immediately invaded the other's mouth, who responded with the same intensity. The two exchanged bites and sucked each other's tongues and lips. Jimin squeezed the other's shoulders tightly, while he felt the taller man press his neck and waist. Their lips, which already knew each other well, maintained a frantic rhythm and the short pauses for breath were insufficient to actually catch their breath, but they both maintained the wild rhythm, while their bodies rubbed against each other and saliva ran down the corners of their mouths.
The hand that held the blond's waist went down to squeeze his plump ass and then gave it a very strong slap, making Jimin moan with the stimulus. The moan made Namjoon break the kiss and pull the other by the arm closer to the bed. He pushed the choreographer to his knees and took off his own belt, unbuttoning his pants and letting out his semi-erect cock. He sat up right after.
- I want to see your tongue. – Jimin obeyed. He opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue. His already thick lips were red and swollen from the kiss and Kim wouldn't admit it, but it was one of the younger's most beautiful features, second only to the expressions he made when he was being fucked.
- Come. – He encouraged the other to get his face very close to his cock, so the blond got even closer, laying his head on one of the brunette's thighs, so close to the middle of his legs that his nose almost touched his balls.
- I'm going to fuck your mouth really good, but I want you to make my dick really wet before that. - He grabbed the younger man's hair without any kindness and with the other hand he held his own dick, slapping Park's flushed cheek while a mischievous smile curved his lips. Then he encouraged him with a movement to start what he was instructed to do.
Jimin rested his hands on his thick thighs to position himself and then grabbed the base of the other's thick and large cock with one hand, while the other went to his testicles, stimulating them. He sucked the glans first, sucking hard and making circular movements with his tongue, being encouraged by the hoarse moan and the more intense grip on his hair.
He liked that, he felt his whole body burn when he was treated like that by Kim. So, every time he felt the grip intensify in the hairs behind his head, he tried harder to make the other feel more and more pleasure. He moved his head up and down, sucking and taking the cock as deep as he could, then took it all out of his mouth and ran his tongue along the entire length, leaving the cock all sticky.
He almost smiled when he noticed the older man start to undulate his hips and almost roar with the stimulation, so he stopped what he was doing, rested his hands on his thighs again and looked at the other man's face with only the glans inside his mouth, but keeping his mouth wide open and his tongue out, an invitation for what he wanted him to do to him.
- But you really are a thirsty little slut. – Namjoon laughed as he adjusted himself and then began to thrust hard and deep into the other's mouth, earning a choke from the first thrust, which made him laugh again amidst his gasps. – How can your mouth be so delicious? What the hell, Jimin! – He continued to fuck the other's mouth with all the anger he had inside him, it was always like that between the two of them.
Jimin was wearing only a sweater and jeans, but Namjoon was wearing almost complete formal attire, missing only the blazer. However, that didn't make much difference in the end, they would both end up naked anyway.
Namjoon watched, even amidst the cloud of desire that clouded his senses, his partner's rolled and watery eyes, as well as the saliva that ran down the corners of his mouth, the image was always delicious and always left him on the edge of the abyss. This time it was no different, he tightened his grip on the blond's hair, and then thrust hard and stopped, cumming in jets inside the shorter man's throat, who always did a great job of swallowing everything and even licking his swollen lips in satisfaction.
Once out of the other's mouth, he allowed himself to watch him catch his breath. Completely seated on his own legs, head resting against one of his thighs and breathing heavily and quickly.
Perfect.
He smiled mischievously, but didn't have the patience to wait for the other to be completely composed before he started moving. His fingers worked unbuttoning his own dress shirt, taking it off and throwing it away. He leaned in to pull Jimin by the thighs and bring him to his lap, starting another demanding and wild kiss.
Park didn't like losing to him, so he soon kissed him at the same pace that was typical of both of them, feeling the grip of the other's hands on his thighs, starting to feel his desire wanting to ignite, his hips moved and Namjoon groaned below him. Jimin felt the slap crack on his ass over the fabric and gasped in pleasure, his hands splaying on the taller man's bare chest.
- My little masochist slut. – He heard the whisper and moaned loudly, he would never admit it, but he loved it. Kim kissed him again, but started pulling his sweater off his body, soon breaking the kiss and throwing him in the middle of the king size bed, wasting no time in pulling his pants and underwear off his body and then coming on top of him, kissing him again.
The blond writhed beneath him, thrusting his hips upwards in search of friction on his own cock that was hard and drooling pre-cum. Meanwhile, his hands scratched all the tanned skin he could reach. With a pause in the kiss, he lowered his thick lips down the taller man's neck, sucked and bit wherever he went, he loved leaving marks on that delicious body. While working on this stimulation, he finally began to feel the other's hips move towards his, he moaned in response and ended up getting frustrated when he felt Namjoon pull away from him. The older man got up from the bed, taking off his pants and looking hungrily at the blond, who spread his legs wide and grabbed one of the sides of his ass, showing himself to him, his hard cock on his abdomen and his entrance flashing bright pink.
- The fucked up thing is that you know you're fucking hot. – Jimin laughed at that, soon hearing the next words. – Get on all fours and let me see how tight your little ass is. – He obeyed promptly, going to the edge of the bed and supporting himself on his knees and forearms, lifting and shaking his ass. The first slap came hard and would have pushed him forward if the older man's other hand wasn't holding his waist.
- Fuck, Namjoon. – He sighed excitedly, and didn't see it, but the other smiled.
- I don't want to hear complaints, your mouth here is only good for moaning and answering me when I ask you something.
- I thought it also served as a warm and wet shelter for your cock. – The blond replied, earning another slap hard enough to make his skin burn and a breathless moan leave his mouth.
Namjoon pulled him to his knees and press his back against his chest.
- I'm glad you know, you should be happy to be of use for something truly useful. - He whispered in his ear and then pushed him hard back onto the bed, the blond crashed his face straight into the soft mattress, smiling.
Shortly after, he felt the other man circling his entrance with the tip of his finger, causing spasms in the region and an anxious twinge in his lower abdomen. He moved his hips as he felt that still subtle stimulation, soon after he felt the cold contact of the lubricant and moaned softly. Little by little, the finger that was circling the area was inserted. He knew that the other man did it at that speed on purpose. For Jimin, things were better when rough, but for Namjoon, the speed didn't matter, the important thing was to have Jimin begging.
One finger slid in easily, then the second was inserted and, soon, Kim was reaching the blond's prostate, going in and out slowly, but hitting that spot repeatedly and hard.
- Namjoon... - He moaned eagerly. – Namjoonie, please... – That was the most beautiful music for the taller one, he loved hearing the other beg.
- What is it, what do you want, Jimin? – He asked with false innocence in his voice.
- I want more... – While the younger one's voice was clearly sulking.
- More what? – He hit that point again, making the other shiver all over.
- More of you, hyung, fuck me please? – Jimin was no longer paying so much attention to his ego or anything, he played along with the other's game, he really loved behaving like a needy whore, he wouldn't pretend he didn't.
Namjoon removed his fingers from inside him and turned him over, keeping his hips on the edge of the bed and pressing his own hips against his, making it very clear how hard he was, thus earning a moan from the blond. He wrapped one hand around the younger man's penis, just moving his thumb over the glans and watching him arch his back with the stimulation.
- Ask for what you want, Jiminie. – He said again. – Look at me and ask. – Jimin was so lost in his own lust that he couldn't seem to form any more sentences, so Kim reached out with his free hand and slapped him on the cheek, the spot immediately turning red. – Ask! – He ordered through gritted teeth, his jaw marked by the tightness.
- Fuck me, hyung! Fuck me with your cock until you've spilled everything inside me, fill me with your cum until I'm leaking! Please hyung!
- Good boy, that's how I like my little slut. – He caressed the spot where the previous slap had been and then moved his hand away to position his own cock in the asshole, fitting the head as he heard the other gasp in anticipation. He held the penis that was still in his hand in a firm grip and then pushed himself completely inside Jimin all at once. The blond's mouth opened in a perfect 'o', but he didn't make a sound, his eyes fluttered and in the meantime Namjoon held him by the hips and moaned hoarsely because of the tightness around his cock.
- It's a fucking cliché to say this, but you're so tight. Always so tight for me, Minnie. - He said amidst the moans and gasps.
Even without any response from the other, he began to move his hips gently, they already knew each other, he knew well what Jimin liked, so it didn't take long for him to start hearing the other moaning. As the two became more immersed in that haze of lust, the movements became faster and Jimin begged again.
- Deep, Namjoon! Deep! Ah! That's it! - He half demanded and half begged, lost in the sensations. He felt an emptiness when he felt the other withdraw from him, but he had that kind of trust in the other, he knew for sure that he would be nothing less than destroyed in the best possible way at the end of their nights.
He let the older man pull him towards his body and clung to his strong body with his legs and arms as he carried him away from the bed. He felt the cold of the glass of the door to the balcony on his back and heard the other man order him to stand up. Soon his chest was pressed against the glass and Kim's hands were lifting his hips and then penetrating him once more. He moaned, it was inevitable not to react to how the other was using him at that moment.
- Imagine if everyone out there could see sweet Jimin like this. – He heard in a low tone in his ear, the thrusts gaining a fast and strong rhythm. – Imagine if they could see your slutty face and then see my cock going in and out of you. – With his eyes closed, Jimin could really imagine the shock of the people if they knew about any detail of what was happening in that room. – Imagine if they saw that face of yours, of someone who loves having a cock breaking you in, Jimin. – The sentence came out as a moan from Namjoon himself, he himself must have been fantasizing.
Jimin moaned uncontrollably, but he forced himself to open his eyes and face the city lights outside, feeling his nipples being crushed against the cold glass and then Namjoon's mouth sucked him, neck, ear, shoulders. He bit, sucked and licked, leaving a trail of fire wherever he went, his own hoarse moans being enough fuel to set the blond on fire even more.
He thrust so hard that the blonde's feet were barely touching the floor at this point, held in place only by the arms that held him, another hickey on his neck and Jimin came screaming the other's name, tightening his channel around Namjoon's cock and also taking him to his second orgasm of the night.
The taller one kept them both standing while they recovered, regaining some strength before the blonde carried him back to the bed. He lay down next to him for a few minutes, feeling Jimin relaxed next to him, but then he got on his knees.
- Lean against the headboard for me. - Jimin smiled a little when he heard that, struggling to go. Half sitting and with his back supported, he smiled again at the sight of Kim's head between his legs. Kissing and marking his sensitive thighs in every way he could until he reached his cock and swallowed it all at once, Jimin moaned loudly. He was so sensitive, but he loved being touched right at that moment. He rested his hands on the older man's short hair, without pulling, while his head went up and down in such a delicious rhythm, he was always impressed by how good he was at that. He threw his head back, letting out a long moan as he felt the delicious mouth suck his testicles at the same time as the large hands squeezed his ass tightly, pressing the other man's hips against his own face.
- Imagine if everyone out there could see sweet Jimin like this. – He heard in a low tone in his ear, the thrusts gaining a fast and strong rhythm. – Imagine if they could see your slutty face and then see my cock going in and out of you. – With his eyes closed, Jimin could really imagine the shock of the people if they knew about any detail of what was happening in that room. – Imagine if they saw that face of yours, of someone who loves having a cock breaking you in, Jimin. – The sentence came out as a moan from Namjoon himself, he himself must have been fantasizing.
Jimin moaned uncontrollably, but he forced himself to open his eyes and face the city lights outside, feeling his nipples being crushed against the cold glass and then Namjoon's mouth sucked him, neck, ear, shoulders. He bit, sucked and licked, leaving a trail of fire wherever he went, his own hoarse moans being enough fuel to set the blond on fire even more.
He thrust so hard that the blonde's feet were barely touching the floor at this point, held in place only by the arms that held him, another hickey on his neck and Jimin came screaming the other's name, tightening his channel around Namjoon's cock and also taking him to his second orgasm of the night.
The taller one kept them both standing while they recovered, regaining some strength before the blonde carried him back to the bed. He lay down next to him for a few minutes, feeling Jimin relaxed next to him, but then he got on his knees.
- Lean against the headboard for me. - Jimin smiled a little when he heard that, struggling to go. Half sitting and with his back supported, he smiled again at the sight of Kim's head between his legs. Kissing and marking his sensitive thighs in every way he could until he reached his cock and swallowed it all at once, Jimin moaned loudly. He was so sensitive, but he loved being touched right at that moment. He rested his hands on the older man's short hair, without pulling, while his head went up and down in such a delicious rhythm, he was always impressed by how good he was at that. He threw his head back, letting out a long moan as he felt the delicious mouth suck his testicles at the same time as the large hands squeezed his ass tightly, pressing the other man's hips against his own face.
His whole body was tingling and it didn't take long for him to cum in Nam's mouth, who swallowed a good part of it, but came to kiss him and share his own taste with him.
That kind of kiss was too lascivious to admit, but he loved it, he wrapped his limbs around the other as best he could.
- Fuck me again, like this. - He asked slyly as he held him on top of his own body and moved his hips against the cock that he already felt hard against his body. There was something else that he had never mentioned, but it was so incredible that Namjoon got hard every time he sucked him.
He didn't have a verbal response, but he felt the brunette position himself at his entrance and penetrate him in that rhythm they had found for themselves.
Their bodies undulated in their own movement as they shared clumsy and overly wet kisses, until the younger man's prostate was hit and the squeeze made Namjoon almost roar in the blonde's ear, who let him go, wrapped up in his own pleasure. The older man took the opportunity to get on his knees and pull Jimin's hips up, leaving his ass half raised and then began to thrust hard and fast, as deep as possible, with Park's very loud moans as encouragement and his own pleasure again almost taking him to the point of breaking.
The two of them took a few more moments, but they came almost at the same time, the sound of their moans mixing, as well as the sweat that met and mixed on the sheets.
They fell almost asleep and this time they didn't recover so quickly from the post-orgasm torpor.
When they finished, things usually happened the same way, they passed out for a while and Jimin was always the first to come to his senses, just to see a peacefully sleeping Namjoon in the middle of the mess they had made, sometimes, when he was feeling particularly charitable, he would leave a sheet over the other's naked body, which was the case tonight.
Then he cleaned himself up, got dressed, put the magnetic key in his pocket and left, promising himself that this had been the last time, even though, deep down, he would come as soon as the other called him.