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"This is a stupid idea," Hongjoong grumbled, throwing his whisky back before he stood up from the bar.
"No. The idea's great. It's you who's stupid," Wooyoung scoffed, grabbing his arm before he could slip away. "You haven't been laid in two decades and you're taking it out on everyone. This is charity work."
Hongjoong aggressively rolled his eyes. He didn't know why he let the man half his age tell him what to do. Hongjoong was the CCO for the largest company in the city. He was the one who called the shots. But there was something about Wooyoung the second that he started working with him that turned him completely on his head. He was annoying and intrusive and nosy and loud, everything Hongjoong hated, but he couldn't help but like him. Everyone liked him. He was able to smooth over some rocky relationships with vendors and clients with just his smile alone. The young man had become invaluable to him, which is why he didn't think twice about going out after a long day of work to get drinks. He hadn't gone to a bar with another person in who knows how long. Wooyoung had failed to mention it was a gay bar. And now all the young man could do was point out every young hot man dancing behind them.
"Listen. I don't belong here," Hongjoong said, trying to leave again.
"Sure you do!" Wooyoung refused to let go. Hongjoong deeply regretted telling him about himself. About how his pregnant wife had found out he was gay and kicked him out, sending divorce papers to his motel. How he'd never got to meet his own child. How his whole family had disowned him over it. How he had to work himself to the bone, hiding who he was for decades to get where he was now. And now there were clubs where young people could be who they were without even having to think about the consequences. The world had changed so much around him, but his own bitterness had prevented him from even considering starting again.
"Wooyoung. I'm old enough to be these boy's fathers," Hongjoong said firmly. "They're not looking for someone like me. I just need to go home."
"Every single one of these guys has daddy issues," Wooyoung laughed, reeling him back in and plopping Hongjoong's grumpy ass back on the bar stool. "You won't even have to go to them. They'll come to you."
"Whatever," Hongjoong huffed, ordering another drink. What a waste of a perfectly good evening where he could be going over market strategies with a glass of wine. He glanced over his glasses at the dirty mirror behind the bar, fixated on his graying hair and deep lines etched into his skin. He was old and tired, the opposite of all of these young, vibrant young men. He was going to wait for Wooyoung to get distracted and slip away at his first chance.
He found it easier to watch the crowd behind him through the mirror. It felt right. He should be happy for them, for the progress his generation fought for so they didn't have to live like he did. But he was just bitter. Who would he be if he hadn't grown up in a time where showing your face in a place like this was enough to have you removed from society?
He was so lost in his self pity that he didn't notice the young man approaching him until he was practically in his lap. "This seat taken?" he asked boldly, taking a sip of his drink.
Hongjoong looked at him in shock. The man couldn't be more than his early twenties, tall and handsome in an androgynous way that took his breath away. It activated something deeply buried in him. He wanted to touch him. No he needed to. The world narrowed down to just the two of them, the loud music fading to the background. All thoughts of leaving dissolved in his head like sugar in coffee.
"I'm not taking your man, are you?" the young man asked Wooyoung with a smirk.
"He's your man now," Wooyoung said, slamming his drink before paying for both of them. "He's rich, you know," he winked as he disappeared on the dance floor.
"Oh rich are you?" the man said with a dazzling smile that disarmed all of Hongjoong's defenses. "Want to be my sugar daddy?"
"I don't even know your name, beautiful," Hongjoong said, taking a deep breath, catching the smell of sweat on his skin.
"Seonghwa," he said, wrapping his arms around Hongjoong's neck. "But you can call me anything you like, daddy."
Hongjoong swallowed, the last of his self control snapping. He wrapped his hands around Seonghwa's tiny waist, pulling him closer so they were nose to nose. "So you want to be my sugar baby, Seonghwa?" he asked, feeling the warmth of his skin under his fingers. The last of his sanity snapped when he rolled his hips in his lap. He could feel the young man's erection through his shorts. Someone as beautiful as him was really horny for an old man like Hongjoong. There was no way in hell he was going to let that opportunity go. "So if I asked you to go blow me in the bathroom, how much would that cost me?"
"Hmmm," Seonghwa leaned back, clearly considering. "A trip to the mall, I think," he said, tapping his lips. "I need new work clothes."
"I can't just give you the money?" Hongjoong asked, the thought of putting time aside from work actively making his blood pressure rise.
"I'm a sugar baby not a hooker," Seonghwa said, acting offended. "You have to take me on dates."
"I'm going to warn you," Hongjoong said, leaning in close. "I've been pent up for over twenty years now. I'm probably going to be a little rough with you. Can you handle that?"
"Just a little?" Seonghwa pouted.
That was it. Hongjoong yanked him off his lap and dragged the giggling boy to the dingy bathrooms. He shoved him into the nearest stall, ignoring the sound of two other people clearly fucking in the stall next to them.
Seonghwa knelt on the nasty floor and immediately unbuckled Hongjoong's expensive belt, greedily pulling out his cock. "Oh it's so thick!" he gasped, giving it a few experimental strokes, uncaring of the volume of his voice or the fact that they were in public.
Hongjoong shut him up by shoving his entire length as far down his throat as he could get it before Seonghwa started choking, drool dripping past his lips as tears sprung to his eyes. Oh this brought back memories.
Hongjoong had really pushed his luck when he was young. He fucked every piece of ass that would spread it for him within four zip codes. It was always in dark alleyways, the backseat of cars or in nasty bathrooms. If he was very lucky, they would discreetly book a cheap motel. It was fast and it was rough, both of them just trying to get something dark and secret out of their system before going back to their unhappy wives or girlfriends. That was just how things were. But now he had to go on a date with this guy? In public? He couldn't think about that right now. Right now he just had to focus on how fucking good it felt to be buried in a wet throat.
For his credit, Seonghwa took him like a champ. He gripped Hongjoong's legs and buried his nose in his pubic hair as he relaxed his throat, drooling all over him. Hongjoong grabbed his head and fucked his face hard and fast. Quick and rough. It was the only way he knew how to do it.
He felt his orgasm build embarrassingly quickly as his balls tightened up toward his body and he breathed hard through his nose. He gave no warning before he was spilling what was probably months worth of cum down Seonghwa's throat. He gurgled and choked on it, but still swallowed as much as he could, looking up at him with teary eyes. Seonghwa stuck out his tongue, showing off just how long it was, covered in his thick spend before slurping it back into his mouth and swallowing with a shit eating grin.
"You have any more in there for me?" he asked, nuzzling Hongjoong's balls with his nose.
Hongjoong laughed in disbelief. "Yeah, next time," he said, fully not believing there would be one. He was sure a twink like this could get any dick he wanted and it wasn't exactly like he'd just shown him that good of a time.
"You weren't kidding about being pent up," Seonghwa said, wiping his chin with his sleeve. "Can I come home with you, Daddy? I can drain your balls again tonight, in the morning, whenever you want!"
"I think its best you go home tonight," Hongjoong said, feeling like he needed to put up distance immediately. This territory was too new to him and he was out of his depth.
"You at least need my number," Seonghwa said, tucking his dick back into his slacks and rummaging in Hongjoong's pocket for his phone. He smiled, happily tapping in his number. He then snapped a selfie with his fingers in a peace sign over his blowjob swollen lips and tear streaked face. "So you remember me," he winked, tucking the phone back into Hongjoong's pocket. "Can't wait for our date," he said, getting up and letting himself out with a wave.
Hongjoong stared at his phone during the whole uber back to his place. He knew times had changed, but it was still so jarring. He was used to it being quick and rough and anonymous. You did not tell each other your names. You did not exchange numbers. You certainly never went on dates. What the fuck did you wear to a date?
He made sure he had plenty of cash in his wallet before heading out two days later to meet Seonghwa at the mall. There was no way he was handing that kid his credit card. He saw him waiting at the entrance. He was dressed in a crop top and booty shorts. Hardly nondescript. Hongjoong shoved down his discomfort and approached him.
"Hi Daddy," Seonghwa beamed, standing up and pressing a wet kiss to his cheek. "I was afraid you wouldn't show up."
"I do owe you," Hongjoong grumbled, putting a possessive hand around the young man's waist. If he was going to dress provocatively, everyone should at least know who he belonged to. "So where do you shop?"
"Oh I've never been able to afford anything in this mall," Seonghwa said, beaming from ear to ear. "But I window shop all the time. I just got a new job and there's a store here that has clothes that would be perfect for it."
Hongjoong let Seonghwa pull him inside, dragging him from store to store. He found he didn't hate it as much as he thought he would. He very much enjoyed being pulled into different dressing rooms and watching the young man undress over and over. And he had a very good sense of style. Everything he picked looked good on him, even if it was professional clothing.
He finally snapped when Seonghwa bent at the waist to untangle some slacks from his ankles, his ass on perfect display with his underwear stretched tight around it. He grabbed his tiny waist and pulled that perfect ass back against his crotch, grinding his erection against it. He couldn't say why, but he'd gotten harder and harder every time he'd paid for something. Watching the young man's eyes light up gave him a rush he'd never experienced before.
"Finally," Seonghwa sighed, wiggling his ass in his grasp.
"You foxy little tease," Hongjoong whispered, trying not to get banned from the mall.
Seonghwa snorted. "You're such an old man," he laughed, straightening up and leaning his whole weight back on Hongjoong. "I like it," he whispered, taking Hongjoong's hand and bringing it around the front to feel the erection that was tenting his briefs.
"Are you done shopping, baby?" Hongjoong whispered in his ear, rubbing the throbbing length through the fabric.
"Uh huh," Seonghwa sighed, bucking against the pressure. "We can come back after I've earned some more."
"Oh you're going to earn it," Hongjoong growled, nibbling Seonghwa's neck. "Now you're going to get decent again while I pay for all of this and then I'm going to drive you to the motel around the corner and we're going to test how sturdy their beds are. Ok?"
Seonghwa shuddered under his grasp. "Yes Daddy," he whispered.
"Good boy," Hongjoong said, nipping his neck hard enough to leave a little red mark. The boy was starting a new job. He didn't want to make him meet his new coworkers with hickies all over him. At least not visible ones.
"Your car is nice," Seonghwa gawked as he got in the passenger seat, tossing his shopping bags in the back.
"Thank you," Hongjoong said, smiling as he put the car in drive. His dick was straining at his slacks as he caught glimpses of the beautiful young man out of the corner of his eye as he drove, the anticipation killing him. He needed to be buried so deep in that perfect ass that Seonghwa could choke on it.
Seonghwa squealed as Hongjoong picked him up, kicking the door shut behind them. He dumped him on the bed, looking over him like the most delectable meal he'd ever had. Seonghwa leaned back on his elbows and crossed his legs, giving him something good to look at. "You going to fuck me, Daddy?" he asked, batting his eyelashes at him.
"Thinking about it," Hongjoong said, emptying his pockets of lube and condoms, tossing them on the bed before undoing his belt.
"Oh you don't need these," Seonghwa giggled, tossing the condoms onto the nightstand.
"The fuck I don't," Hongjoong growled, narrowing his eyes at him. He'd personally seen what happened when you weren't careful with protection.
"I got tested literally this week," Seonghwa rolled his eyes, pulling up his results on his phone and tossing it on the bed for Hongjoong to take a look. He picked it up and meticulously checked that everything read negative, his expression stern. "And you're basically a virgin again anyway," Seonghwa continued.
Hongjoong wanted to scold Seonghwa for being reckless, but the temptation to feel him with no barriers around him was just too strong. "Fine," Hongjoong said, noting the man's cracked phone screen as he shoved it onto the nightstand. He could buy him a new one after he'd fucked him through the mattress. "You're wearing entirely too many clothes," he raised his eyebrows at him, unbuttoning his shirt.
"Then undress me, Daddy," Seonghwa grinned, crossing his long legs.
This man was going to be the death of him. Hongjoong was left only wearing his glasses when he knelt in front of Seonghwa. He watched the young man's eyes sweep up and down his body, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths at he took him in. Hongjoong took very good care of himself and it was nice to see someone finally appreciate it. "Like what you see, kid?" he asked teasingly.
"I do," Seonghwa breathed, his eyes locked on Hongjoong's thick cock.
"You want a closer look?" Hongjoong purred, stroking it slowly. Seonghwa nodded quickly, going cross eyed to keep looking at it as Hongjoong crawled toward him until Seonghwa was up against the headboard and Hongjoong was kneeling with his cock nearly bumping his nose. Seonghwa licked his lips, looking up at Hongjoong with big, expectant eyes. "Say ah," Hongjoong murmured, tapping his cock against the boy's lips.
Seonghwa showed him just how wide his could open his mouth and just how long his tongue was as it lolled out. This boy was going to send him to an early grave. He pushed his cock inside all the way to the back as Seonghwa closed his lips around him, his tongue massaging every bit of length it could reach.
"Oh fuck," Hongjoong breathed, bracing his hands on the wall as he let Seonghwa bob his head up and down, teasing all of his most sensitive parts with the tip of his talented tongue. He'd never felt anything like it. His hips tried to buck forward on their own accord, but Seonghwa pressed a firm hand on his pelvis, stopping him. Hongjoong grit his teeth as he let out a string of language he hadn't heard from his lips in decades as he held still and let Seonghwa tease his cock until he thought he might pass out from the lack of blood supply to his brain.
"Where the fuck did you learn to do that?" Hongjoong grunt, trying to pull out of his mouth, but that only made Seonghwa grab his legs and shove his face forward sucking him hard. "Down boy," Hongjoong growled as he managed to yank his spit slick cock free before he came down his throat again. "You want to get fucked or not?"
Seonghwa just giggled up at him, clearly having the time of his life. He raised his arms up as Hongjoong pulled his crop top over his head. "I want to get fucked so bad," Seonghwa crooned, lifting his hips so Hongjoong could shimmy his tight shorts and underwear down his legs.
Hongjoong looked down at the boy. Fuck he was pretty. Every part of him was pretty. Even his cock was pretty. It was circumcised, long and curved up slightly, completely shaved. Hongjoong laid down between his legs with his bottle of lube, salivating as he got eye level with the boy's puckered hole. He licked around the rim, teasing the sensitive skin with the tip of his tongue. Seonghwa spread his legs more, one hand going to rest on his head, the other pressing his fingers into his panting, open mouth to suck on. Hongjoong chuckled as he nibbled his rim with his teeth, making Seonghwa absolutely squirm.
Hongjoong didn't have the patience to tease him for long, coating his fingers liberally with lube before pushing two inside ripping a moan out of Seonghwa's throat. "Daddy," he panted, fidgeted uncomfortably as he adjusted to the intrusion.
"You're a big boy. You can take it," Hongjoong gruffed, pumping his fingers in and out. He licked a broad strip up the boy's dick, flicking his tongue just under the head to distract him as he was quickly stretched. It had been so long since he'd last sucked a dick, but it came right back to him the second he had the tip in his mouth. It was wet and sloppy, but it had Seonghwa writhing on the bed as Hongjoong pushed a third finger in and scissored them out.
"Wait! Daddy! I'm gunna…" Seonghwa stuttered out, pushing on Hongjoong's head weakly, but it didn't stop him. He knew he wasn't going to last long once he was in that sweet ass of his so he should make the boy cum first as a courtesy. He made the most beautiful sounds as he arced his back off the bed and filled his mouth with his salty release. Hongjoong swallowed it down, feeling the hit of nostalgia as it hit his taste buds.
Seonghwa whined so adorably when Hongjoong continued to suck him into overstimulation, purposely overwhelming him as he pumped his fingers in his hole as deep as they would go. He eventually stopped when Seonghwa kicked his legs out, frustratedly.
"Ok ok," Hongjoong chuckled, letting his softening dick fall out of his mouth, placing one last kiss on the tip. "That was real cute, kid."
Seonghwa shivered, melting into a puddle on the bed. "'M not a kid," he mumbled, resting an arm over his face. "I'm twenty three."
"No. You're right. You're a grown up," Hongjoong teased, grabbing the limp boy around the middle and flipping him over. Seonghwa let out a 'oof' as he landed on his face. He still managed to get his knees under him and push his hips up. "That's a good boy," Hongjoong said under his breath, palming his perfect ass before landing a resounding slap to it. Seonghwa moaned, wiggling his ass in the air for more.
A sadistic grin split Hongjoong's face as he spanked the young man hard until his ass was red and raw. Seonghwa buried his face in the pillows and took it, wrecked moans muffled into the fabric. He wasn't prepared for Hongjoong to grab his waist in a bruising grip and pull him back onto his dick, shoving it in to the hilt in one go.
Seonghwa let out a moan that morphed into a scream as Hongjoong immediately set a brutal pace, pounding the boy like a jackhammer through concrete. Seonghwa's moans and cries were punctuated with every harsh thrust, incoherent babbling spilling from his lips as he turned his head to breathe.
Hongjoong laid himself over his back and bit into Seonghwa's shoulder until he tasted blood. Something deep and primal unlocked in him as he wrung his pleasure out of the boy. "So good. Taking it so well," Hongjoong muttered into his ear. "No one else can have you, you hear me? Only me. You're mine."
"Y-yes Daddy," Seonghwa cried, his voice staccatoed as his diaphragm was jolted repeatedly.
Hongjoong growled, shoving his dick in as deep as he could get before emptying his balls into him. "That's a good boy," he panted, shooting wave after wave inside of him. "Take it all."
He sat up on his heels, feeling winded, and pulled the boys poor abused cheeks apart so he could see himself buried in that sweet heat one last time before finally pulling out.
He worried he'd maybe gone too far, but Seonghwa immediately cuddled into his arms once he collapsed onto the bed next to him. Hongjoong held him tightly, rubbing his bare back and petting his hair. "Shhhh it's ok," he shushed him as Seonghwa's breath hitched. "I'm sorry. That was a bit much."
"N-no it was s-so good," Seonghwa blubbered, burying his face in Hongjoong's chest. "It was exactly what I needed."
"Then why are you crying, baby?" Hongjoong asked softly.
"I-I don't know," Seonghwa sobbed, holding onto Hongjoong like a lifeline. "I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize," Hongjoong said, pulling the blankets over them. "You just come down nice and slow. I've got you. Daddy's got you."
Hongjoong viscerally remembered having the same reaction to having rough sex with an older man when he was around Seonghwa's age and had just been left to cry it out in a gas station bathroom alone. He wouldn't do that to Seonghwa. They both had their demons.
Eventually Seonghwa's crying subsided into pathetic little sniffles as he relaxed into Hongjoong's arms, completely wrung out. "You booked the motel for the whole night, right?" he asked in a quiet voice.
"I did," Hongjoong responded.
"Can we stay all night?" Seonghwa asked.
"You don't want to get home?" Hongjoong asked back, sure the young man had better places to be than a cheap motel with an old man. Seonghwa shook his head no against his chest. That was fair. When he was his age, he would rather be anywhere than home too. "Ok. We can stay here. I'll drive you to your car in the morning."
"Thank you," Seonghwa said, untucking his head and looking at Hongjoong with bloodshot eyes. There was a moment of tension before he leaned forward and connected their lips. Hongjoong kissed him back, realizing all at once how much trouble he was in as he held him tighter and deepened the kiss. He could feel their heartbeats synchronizing as they moved their mouths together. He was never going to get over this kid who was less than half his age.
He rolled him over until he was laying on top of him. Seonghwa wrapped his legs around his hips as he pressed his erection against the poor boy's puffy, ruined hole. He felt Seonghwa moan into his mouth as he pressed himself back into his warmth. He couldn't believe he was hard again, a pang of guilt shooting through him when he realized he'd gotten hard while Seonghwa was crying. What was wrong with him. He rolled his hips slowly, choosing to savor this night while they had it.
He'd never had slow sex before. He'd never had loving sex. He'd never had gentle sex. But with Seonghwa it felt so natural to let their bodies move as one. He pulled back and locked eyes with him and a strange sort of understanding passed between them. "Only me," Hongjoong whispered as he wiped a residual tear away from Seonghwa's cheek.
"Only you," Seonghwa whispered back, pulling him back down for a kiss.
Written by a human in Ellipsus.