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Chan’s first mistake was telling Hyunjin and Felix that he was questioning his sexuality. The look on their faces was comforting but yet still stressful. Felix had a massive smile on his face, from ear to ear, and he was practically jumping in his seat on the couch. Hyunjin was a bit more controlled in his reaction, but the twitch of the side of his lips was obnoxiously visible. He knows all his friends would be understanding towards him, but these two would offer the best advice to help him figure it out. It is no secret to anyone in the group of friends that the two of them are the most sexually open and active. New hickies dot Felix’s neck every day, and once Hyunjin even had a visible bit mark on his hand. It was impossible to avoid looking at, and the thought of it left Chan feeling things he didn’t want to feel. Especially about Hyunjin. Morbid curiosity ached at him, and he finally broke. This brought him to telling the two in front of him.
“Whoa, I— okay. So, you think you might be Bi?” Felix gets uncomfortably close with a smile on his face. Knees brush against Chan’s thigh on the couch, with Felix’s hand dangerously close to it. His eyes search Chan’s face, trying to read the truth off of him. Like a puzzle yet to be solved.
“Lixie… back up, and calm down.” Hyunjin guides Felix back from hovering over Chan and sits him down next to the elder. His hand slides down from Felix’s shoulder and hangs loosely around his waist. Hyunjin has to lean forward to see Chan properly past Felix. “Continue.”
“Well— I’m not exactly sure how I feel. In theory, I wouldn’t mind being with a guy, but it’s only a theory. I don’t know if I can actually do it.” Chan refuses to look at Hyunjin, deciding that his fidgeting hands are far more interesting. He’s spent time thinking about it. Being below a man, being held down by the throat as his fingers unravel Chan’s mind. He’s tried to do it to himself, but it felt awkward and weird. He was more focused on the feeling of warmth around his fingers than the fingers within him. Didn’t help that he tried without lube, so all he could work with was his own saliva. He couldn’t get what he wanted. “You guys get around, and I was th—“
“Sorry, Chan, not gonna fuck you. I’m not good with beginners. I go too rough for that. And Felix doesn’t like to top, so he’s not any good either.” Hyunjin cuts Chan off. It wasn’t his goal to ask Felix or Hyunjin to fuck, but the thought of it did mind him as much as it did. All of these thoughts of having Hyunjin’s hand around his neck flushed his face red, mainly from embarrassment. He shouldn’t think of a friend that way. But he’s not blind, and he knows that they are both sexy.
“That’s not what I was asking! Just someone to teach me. Didn’t mean you two per se, it’s just—— “
“Calm down. It’s okay. I think I know someone who’d be willing to help you out. It’s a small business owned by a friend of ours. For questioning people. Whether it is gender, sexuality, or anything really.” Hyunjin’s hand brushes up and down Felix’s side, and Felix nods in agreement before adding, “They are my coworkers, and they only take referrals for clients. They should be a big help for you. Certainly was for both of us.”
“Is that legal?” He doesn’t think there is anything wrong with being a sex worker, but he knows that sometimes the police will crack down on them. Which is bullshit in his opinion. They need to do it to live; maybe if they made life livable, then they wouldn’t be brought to that point.
“They don’t ONLY fuck people! They are like therapists, too. Just matters what they are hired for. I didn’t even fuck Rui on the first meeting. We just talked about types of love.” Hyunjin explains to Chan, and he nods. His look in his eyes turns deeply fond when talking about Rui. Felix even perks up when Rui is mentioned.
“I fucked Rui when I first met her, and then I had to get Hyunjin to get a taste of her. Too good not to share.” Whoever that may be, she seemingly had a firm grasp on the two of them in a good way. “Though I think Rui is done taking clients in that way. She’s been focusing on gender care right now. I think Wumuti had taken over Sexual therapy. Haru is romantic love without sexual desire, and Hyun does general therapy.”
“So I’ll be with Wumuti? Would he be okay to fuck me?” It’s not that Chan doesn’t know that he’s hot. He is fully aware of the effect that he has on a lot of women. But he can only assume that it goes to men, too. Hyunjin cracks a smile and tries not to laugh at his friend.
“Chan… of course he’s gonna want to fuck you. And if he doesn’t, he’ll still talk you through your feelings better than either of us could. So give it a shot?”
Chan does, though he starts to regret it as he stands in the cold at a train station. Hyunjin dropped Chan off 5 minutes ago and drove off with a simple “good luck”. There is no sign of the other person, and Chan begins to wonder if Wumuti had backed out. Though he can’t say that Chan blames the other, meeting another person that you haven’t even talked to to have sex is dangerous. Even if it is friends pushing the pair together, it’s still a major red flag. Around him at the empty train station, a few benches sit before the tracks, which are a step lower than the rest of the platform. Only a small building for the station; otherwise, it is completely wooded. Trains don’t often stop here, but do drive through the town often. A railway yard isn’t too far from this station. He looks through the trees on the other side of the tracks, looking at the setting sun. Pinks and purples blend into the yellow of the dimming sky.
“Are you Chan?” Jumping out of his own skin, Chan turns to the voice. Of course, Wumuti wouldn’t come from the tracks like a crazy person. He’d come from the road, which he wasn’t even looking at anymore. It took him two minutes to give up on Wumuti showing, so when the voice came from behind him, he was surprised. The man before him is fucking stunning. Baby blue hair, a cropped top despite the cold weather, and a loose, hanging jacket on his shoulders. Hus jeans have different designs embroidered onto them, and a mini skirt is overtop the pants. Most of his nails are done, except three on his right hand, which are painted but kept short. It doesn’t take a scientist to figure out why he does that, and it only flushes Chan’s cheeks when he notices.
“I– Yeah, I-i’m Chan.” He’s caught off guard by the beautiful man before him, and cannot help but stutter out his response. Her dark brown eyes look deeply at him, and Chan feels himself melting. Knees going weak, and face is becoming hot.
“Hi, I’m Wumuti. Sorry, we had to meet in such a weird place. Don’t like inviting people back to my house or going over to someone else’s. Hyunjin said that you were questioning your sexuality and needed a guide?” Chan cannot help but keep his eyes on her pump lips as she talks to him. Easily picking up Chan’s distracted stare, her lips turn into a wicked smile. Swaying her hips, she gets closer and closer to Chan. She pushes Chan’s head up to look directly into her eyes with two of her short nails. “Come on.. At least pay attention to my words when I talk to you. I don’t do paid hook-ups, Mr Chan. I help people come to terms with their sexuality and understand it fully. How you look at me doesn’t scream uncertainty.”
“Can’t say I’ve seen anyone who really looks like you. I am unsure about my sexuality. Everything I’ve ever done is in theory, and I haven’t done anything serious.” Taking that as the truth, Wumuti backs away from Chan’s personal space. It gives Chan a chance to breathe properly again. Her mere presence steals Chan's mind and bodily functions. His fingers tingle with anticipation.
“Have you ever fingered yourself?” It’s blunt and methodical. Trained like a professional. Maybe because he is a professional. How many times has Wumuti given this questionnaire?
“Once. It just hurt.” Admitting it is embarrassing. But Wumuti’s reactions reassure him. There is no judgment, and no trace of mocking. Simply nods and keeps her eyes on him, expecting more details.
“How much lube did you use?” Oh, shit. Telling by his facial reaction, Wumuti shakes her head. “That’s definitely where you went wrong. Lube is your best friend during any form of anal play. It doesn’t produce natural slick as a vagina does. And it needs actual patience with. You can’t just go two fingers right away like with a woman. One finger, wait to adjust, and then eventually add the second when you are ready for it.”
“I-yeah, I didn’t do it right at all.” Chan rubs the back of his neck and looks at the asphalt ground. Suddenly, Wumuti’s hand enters his point of view, pointing palm up for Chan to see. His hand is pretty. Chan has never once thought of someone’s hands as pretty, but as he looks at the long fingers that don many stylized rings, that is the best word that describes them in his mind.
“Come back to mine. I’ll show you.” It’s surreal. Chan takes Wumuti’s hand, and she begins to lead him back into the town. As the walk, Chan quickly notices that Hyunjin’s car is parked not far. Hyunjin is pressed against the hood of his car as a long-haired person drags her teeth down his throat. Wumuti notices the pair and rolls her eyes. “Seems as though Rui followed me with other plans in mind… Why am I not surprised?”
“That’s Rui?” Normally, Chan would try to get a better look at the man pinning Hyunjin down. But considering the circumstances, he decides against it.
“Yeah. That’s her. Normally, she does sexuality care, but after she started sleeping with Hyunjin and that other blonde guy, she wanted a change. I don’t mind at all. I am happier that she’s found someone that she wants to devote herself to. Or at least I am assuming they are committing to each other. I’ve never seen Rui act like this, but I haven’t asked.” It’s a surprise to Chan that Wumuti mentioned that they are committed to each other. Hyunjin and Felix are romantics, so when things get serious, things get very serious. Roses, chocolates, and stuff like that. He hasn’t seen that between the two of them, but they are aware of their connections with Rui. “But, as I said, I don’t know. Sex is complicated once you really get into it. It’s easy to get feelings or become desperate for that person. Things can spiral from there. Rui is just in one of his spirals. Seems as though they are too.”
They do not speak again until they get to a small hotel. The brick building glows under a steady, warm light. A few feet above the door is a simple neon sign with the name of the establishment. Chan has heard of this hotel before; it’s the only Love Hotel in the town, so it’s impossible not to have heard of it. Cherry Red Lips. Wumuti walks into the building and goes up to the person behind the counter. The whole style of the building is a casual cabin-like vibe. There is the main counter for welcoming guests, and behind the counter is a fake brick fireplace glowing. To the left of the pair is a door that leads to a staircase that leads to the bedrooms. It’s a big, heavy door, obviously soundproof.
“One room for the night, please.” Wumuti takes some cash out of her pocket, begins to count it out, and hands it to the worker. They simply nod, take the cash, and hand Wumuti a key with the number 2 on it. She continues to lead the way as Chan absentmindedly follows behind. Chan’s hand is sweaty in Wumuti’s hand, but Wumuti must not notice because she doesn’t comment on it. They go up the stairs beyond the soundproof door and travel down a simple hallway. It isn’t long until the pair make it to the number two door, and Wumuti turns the key and opens the door.
The style of the room is just like the lobby. Cabin-like style with a fake fireplace not far from a large bed. On the other side of the fireplace is a large closet that is closed. By the door, there is another door that leads to the bathroom. At closer inspection, there is a small basket on the ledge of the brick fireplace. Small brightly colored packages sit in the basket. Wumuti pulls him into the room and closes the door behind them. Her pushing is gentle yet demanding, and Chan cannot help but step backwards with her advancements. His back hits the fake wooden wall across the room, and Wumuti stares him down. Her eyes are tracing every part of Chan’s face, trying to lock it all into memory.
“Do you want to tell me how you want it? Or do you trust me to take the lead?” Her words ghost against his lips. Tempting him to pull closer and just get a taste of her lips. Just the thought of it alone has made Chan’s breath deep and heavy. Wumuti places her right hand on Chan’s face, cupping it, and letting her thumb drag against Chan’s lips. “I need words Mr Chan.”
“You lead…” It’s slurred coming from Chan’s mouth. His attention is far from trying to make his words any more coherent than they need to be. When Wumuti’s lips finally take Chan’s, fireworks go off in his mind. It's not like kissing a girl. The height difference alone makes it an event. He has to lean his head upwards to be able to comfortably connect their lips. The energy of the kiss is on a whole other level. The dominance radiation of Wumuti was casual when they first started talking at the train station, but Chan just assumed it was because she was the expert in what they were talking about. But now, as Chan whimpers against her lips, Chan knows that it's far more than just experience. It’s just how she is. Dominate, and strong in a way that Chan isn’t used to having in a partner. However, he is loving every second of it. Her hand that cups his cheek carefully slides back and into Chan's longer hair. He’s been meaning to get it cut short again, but hasn’t had the time. Now, as Wumuti grabs a fistful of it and pulls his head back to expose his neck, Chan is very grateful he doesn’t have much free time. Her lips trail from his mouth and down to his neck, leaving feather-like kisses on his pulse point. Wumuti drags the kiss along to Chan’s ear and gives it a quick bite and tug.
“If there is ANYTHING you don’t like, tell me. This is for your pleasure and your understanding of yourself. I won’t bring any kink into this session, so you can get a better understanding of yourself. But if you do want to explore that too, you can always give me a call, and I wouldn’t mind teaching you.” At the mention of doing this again, Chan shivers and feels his legs go weak underneath him. He’s never felt like this before, and god, he doesn’t want it to stop. Just from kissing Wumuti, he can feel his cock strain against his jeans, desperate for some sort of relief or freedom. Not waiting for a verbal answer this time, Wumuti goes back to devouring Chan’s neck. Slick saliva traces his jugular and Adam’s apple as Wumuti traces her tongue across it. A loud groan slips from Chan’s mouth the second he feels Wumuti’s sharp teeth bite into the side of Chan’s neck. It stings, but Chan stops his hips from rutting into Wumuti. Her smirk pressed into Chan’s neck, and she licked the visible teeth marks. Her other hand, which was holding her up against the wall, moves down to Chan’s waist as she slowly starts rocking the pair together. There is no way to ignore Wumuti's hard cock pressing against Chan’s own.
If he really wanted to, Chan could stop everything here because he got his answer. He is so fucking Bisexual. The feeling of Wumuti’s erect penis against his own causes it to pulse with pleasure. Each brush or outright thrust pulls Chan closer and closer. Some part of him wonders if he really should stop here, just leave it with a question answered. But another much larger portion of him wants Wumuti’s cock inside him now.
“Shit, Wumuti. Stop,” In reality, it’s the last thing he actually wants to do. He wants to chase his own release against Wumuti, but he doesn’t know if he could handle the overstimulation. Taking it one step at a time would really be for the best. Wumuti’s body halts, and pulls away from Chan slightly. Their eyes meet, and worry is written all over her.
“Are you okay?” Her words are slow and sweet. Not even the slightest amount of irritation that some would feel. Chan is grateful that he’s doing this with her. He really does feel like he’s in good hands.
“Yeah, I was doing too good. Didn’t want to end the night so quickly.” Her wicked smirk appears on her face, and Chan feels his cock twitch in his pants. She leans forward towards his ear again.
“Just want me to fuck you that bad, huh? Okay, pretty boy. Get naked, and I’ll get the lube and stuff ready. Just try to stay relaxed for me, okay?” As she directs him on what to do, she ends her statement with a bite and drag of his ear once again, pulling a deep moan from Chan. He listens with ease, first taking off his shoes, socks, and then his shirt. Stopping for a second before taking off his pants, he watches as Wumuti looks through the basket of packets on the fireplace. Eventually, she chooses a blue and white one that looks slightly larger than the rest. When Wumuti turns around to look at Chan again, he comes over and wraps him in a hug. The tenderness surprises him, but slowly his arms wrap around Wumuti’s back.
“It’s okay if you're scared, Chan. You don’t have to do this today or even at all. This is your journey, and we will take it at your speed, okay?” Chan breathes in Wumuti. It's a soft rose scent and makes Chan’s chest loosen. He wasn’t even the biggest fan of roses until now.
“No. I want to do this with you tonight. It's just– Can you get undressed too?” The pair pulls apart, as Wumuti places a chaste kiss on Chan's lips. She takes off her top, jacket, and pants. Leaving her only in tight black boxers, where the outline of her hard cock is painfully visible. Even the small dripplets of precum are visible against the dark fabric.
“More comfortable now?” Not being able to find the proper words, Chan nods and takes off both his pants and boxers. They stand in front of each other for a moment, just simply staring at each other’s naked bodies. Chan doesn’t even remember why he was so unsure about his sexuality. Because right now, all Chan wants to do is drop to his knees and get Wumuti’s cock in his mouth as fast as he can. He needs to feel the weight of him against his tongue, with Wumuti’s hands in his hair controlling the speed completely. Saliva builds in his mouth at the thought of it, but before he proposes the idea, Wumuti speaks. “Get on the bed on your back. I need to see your face as we do this, okay?”
Again, unable to find the proper words, Chan nods and does as he's told. The soft velvet bedding rubs against his back as he scoots back until his head is resting on the dark oak headboard. Wumuti prowls before him, crawling on all fours across the bed slowly to make his way up to Chan. She drags her sharp nails along his calf, up his outer thighs, and to his inner thighs. The pathetic moan that comes out of Chan's mouth is soft as Wumuti wraps her hand around his thick, throbbing cock. She begins to stroke it slowly as a teasing start and leans all the way up, and grabs Chan’s lips into a heated kiss. As she kisses Chan and jacks him off, her cock consistently brushes against Chan’s own, making him repeat more moans and whimpers. The other hand coresses up and down Chan’s side, causing his body to convulse and twitch under her grasp. She pulls away with a string of saliva connecting the two.
“Im going to get started, okay? Let me know if it becomes too much.” Chan feels cold as Wumuti sits up fully in the bed, as she tears open the white and blue package. Slowly, a clear liquid begins to pour out of it and onto her hand, coating her short nailed fingers. She climbs back up and recaptures Chan’s lips to distract him from the cold, slick fingers traveling down between his thighs. The press is light at first, testing the waters and getting lube on Chan’s rim. From the touch, Chan has to break the kiss to catch his breath. He’s tried to touch himself there once before, but it sure as hell didn’t feel like this. His body is on fire as the cold finger presses against the wall of muscle. Sliding in just the tip of Wumuti’s finger, Chan rolls his head back and against the wall of the headboard. He can just imagine the smirk painting Wumuti’s face. He hasn’t even gotten a full finger in yet, and his experiencing this much ecstasy? But instead, Wumuti’s mouth his slightly open as she stares at Chan’s hole, swallowing her finger greedily. There isn’t much fight to her intrusion as she is able to get the full finger inside.
“Move.” Breathless, Chan does his best to que to Wumuti that he needs more than this. With that, Wumuti begins a slow pistoning motion into Chan. Watching each inch of her finger slide in and out of him. “More.”
Wumuti agrees, slowly pressing in the second finger. This causes Chan to feel the stretch, and he is hissing in through his teeth involuntarily. Wumuti stops and begins to brush his left hand through Chan's hair. “It’s okay. Just tell me when you are ready to go.”
It takes only a few seconds of soft kisses from Wumuti for Chan to relax again and give her the okay to continue. When she finally does start again, it feels like a weight off Chan’s shoulders. Because Fuck it’s good. The feeling of being this full has his mind going blank in a way it hasn’t done ever before. All that he can manage from his lips are moans, groans, and whimpers begging Wumuti to give him more and more. Wumuti speeds up her pace as she begins to curl her finger inside Chan and searches. When she finally hits it, Chan just about screams at the top of his lungs. “Good, right, baby?”
“Mhm… Fuck me already, I don’t know how much longer I can last like this.” Chan uses all of his mental strength to push out the sentence, and Wumuti kisses him in response. He feels grossly empty when Wumuti pulls out of him, but to continue distracting him, she keeps kissing him. She takes her boxer off, but quickly stops.
“Shit, one second. I forgot to grab a condom.” Pulling completely away, Wumuti stands up and goes to the basket again. This time, not putting as much thought into what she chooses as last time, she grabs the first thing on top and climbs back on top of Chan. She tears the foil package, pulls out the condom, and slips it onto his long, hard cock. Chan cannot help but watch as Wumuti applies more lube to the plastic, really making sure it is coated properly.
“Ready?” Wumuti checks in one more time as she lines herself up to Chan’s hole. He gives a nod and waits. The stretch is intense as Wumuti pushes into Chan, but he’s quickly starting to fall in love with the feeling. Chan can just about feel each bulging vein on Wumuti’s cock as it inches inside him slowly. Once he bottoms out against Chan, they both release a sigh of relief. The starting thrusts are slow and careful. Leaving Chan breathless, begging for more. Wumuti does as she is told, quickly speeding up her thrusts into the tight, warm heat. It tingles. It burns. And it feels fucking amazing. He holds onto the bed as Wumuti slams into his prostate, again and again. He can even feel wet, hot tears roll out of his eyes as his cock helplessly bobs against his stomach. The burn warms his whole body, fully consuming him in a blaze of lust and passion.
When Chan cums, he cums hard and untouched on Wumuti’s cock. Wumuti follows behind quickly as his tight hole clenches around her. Wumuti slowly pulls out (much to Chan’s disapproval), and she plops down on the bed next to him. A thin layer of sweat coats her skin, which makes her shine in the light of the room. Her blue hair is darker now, pressing against her forehead.
“I would love to do this again. Exploring kinks and all…” As soon as Chan speaks, Wumuti offers a soft smile in return. Something deep is hiding in her eyes that Chan cannot place. Not bad, but happy. Over what, he’s not too sure.
“I’d love that. Next week?”
“Next week.”