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Break Your Plans Tonight

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Hoseok looks around the crowded room, strobe lights flashing to the beat of the music playing throughout the floor. He glances at the strippers dancing to his left, one of them leaning down towards a client to allow them to tuck bills into the waistband of his unbuttoned jeans. A small pat on the back surprises him, but he doesn’t jump, only turning back to glance at the mint-haired man standing behind him.

“Break over?” Yoongi asks, looking around the place instead of at Hoseok’s face as he talks, eyes keeping track of everything happening in the place.

Hoseok nods at the shorter man, “Yeah. Need me anywhere specific?”

The statement makes Yoongi smirk, and he cocks his head at Hoseok, “I do, actually. Why don’t you go over to the lap dance section? There’s a nice surprise waiting for you.”

“Who is it?” Hoseok’s eyebrows furrow at the cryptic smile on Yoongi’s face.

Yoongi lets out a laugh, “Why don’t you go and find out? Kid keeps looking around for who I can only assume is you.”

Hoseok blinks at Yoongi as the older man leaves, lips tugging downwards at the elder’s mocking tone of voice. He walks over the circular ring of low leather couches, with two feet of space between adjacent seats, all set up near the entrance of the club. Nearly all of the seats are occupied, Hoseok can see that as he walks towards the area, eyeing the customers that are facing him. The small nicks between adjoining couches allows Hoseok to easily slip into the circle, and he finally sees who Yoongi had been referring to earlier once he'd looked at each customer.

He’s not quite sure why his lips curve up into a smile upon the sight of the younger boy, but he wipes the grin off his face, strutting over to where Jungkook’s sitting with a girl in his lap. The younger boy is looking unsurely at the person sitting astride his thighs, not entirely uncomfortable, but Hoseok also sees the way his face lights up once he spots Hoseok and their eyes meet. Jungkook almost raises a hand to wave at him, but a subtly directed gaze from the older man has him pulling his arm back down hesitantly.

“Hey,” Hoseok turns to the girl, hand resting on her back. “I’ll take him.”

“What?” She turns to give him a strange look.

“Ah, hyung,” Jungkook grins up at him, making the girl frown even further.

She narrows her eyes at Hoseok, but he’s entirely unfazed at the gaze directed at him, gesturing for her to move off, “It’s fine, I’ll take it from here. Yoongi sent me.”

“Min Yoongi?” The girl asks for confirmation, before hesitantly slipping off Jungkook’s lap.

Hoseok hums, giving her a smile and a pat on the back, “The one and only. Now shoo.”

Shaking his head at Jungkook who dissolves into laughter once the girl’s out of sight, Hoseok leans forward, face inches away from the younger as he asks, “What are you doing here, brat?”

“What do you think, hyung?” Jungkook tilts his head, still smiling. “What do people normally come to do here?”

Rolling his eyes, Hoseok scoffs at the younger boy’s response, “You here with one of your hyungs?”

Jungkook nods his head in response, “I can’t exactly come here on my own. Entry fee’s a little too high for me to afford.”

“You shouldn’t bite off more than you can chew. Such expensive tastes at such a young age?” Hoseok grins, thumb stroking Jungkook’s jaw, a touch the younger leans into.

“Are you going to stand there and talk all night, hyung?” Jungkook sing songs, glancing around the room. “If you’re not planning on doing anything, maybe I need to find myself someone else to play.”

“Are you threatening me?” Hoseok grips the younger’s jaw gently, tilting Jungkook’s face back towards him.

“If that’s what it’ll take you to move,” Jungkook’s smile is cheeky as he meets Hoseok’s gaze. The elder chuckles lightly at his words, and then takes a few steps away from the younger boy, making Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow at the distance.

“Alright, then,” Hoseok nods his head, eyeing the younger up and down, taking him in. He’s dressed in all dark colours, skinny jeans and a fitted, striped shirt that showcases his arms. Hoseok hums appreciatively, eyes rising to glance at Jungkook’s face, and he smirks at the younger boy, “So, a lap dance? I can give you that.”

Hoseok’s not sure why Jungkook beams at him, before shifting further back in his seat, arms coming up from his side to rest against the armrest of the couch. He laughs at the younger when Jungkook starts to fidget, puffing his chest out a little, and Hoseok walks forward sultrily on pointed toes, glancing down at the boy with a hooded gaze.

He stops right in front of the younger, reaching forward and resting his hands against Jungkook’s shoulder, before gyrating slowly his hips which are at eye-level with Jungkook's face. Leaning down until his face is a few inches away from the other boy’s, he trails his hand from Jungkook’s shoulder down to his chest before pushing him further back into his seat, “Lean back, darling, because despite what you might think, right now, I’m in charge.”

Jungkook’s breath hitches visibly at the words, and Hoseok smirks at the way the younger boy’s eyes go round. He stands up straight after taking a few steps back, throwing his hands up in the air, and lets his body roll to the music playing in the back, doing a slow, full turn to let Jungkook's eyes rake over every part of him. Trailing his hands slowly down his own thighs once he's facing the younger boy again, Hoseok gives Jungkook’s a smirk, enjoying the way Jungkook gulps, eyes following Hoseok’s hands.

Walking forward as the song changes to something a little faster, Hoseok lifts his foot up and rests it between Jungkook's parted thighs. He trails the inside of the younger's thighs with his toes, before commanding Jungkook who's sitting there rigid, "You can touch."

Nodding his head, Jungkook moves a hesitant hand from Hoseok's ankles all the way to his knees. He stops when he feels a shift in the elder's body and is surprised when Hoseok places the second foot between his legs and stands up on the sofa.

Turning around on the leather couch while swaying to the beat of the song is difficult, but Hoseok still manages to do it and then bends forward slowly to give Jungkook a good view of his ass that's hovering near the younger's forehead. Smiling when Jungkook reaches forward to touch the back of his thighs, Hoseok slowly swirls his hips and shifts downwards into a crouch, allowing the younger boy’s stilled hand to shift along his thighs, past his ass, and up his spine.

Hoseok hops off the couch when Jungkook starts to caress his back, hand slipping under his mesh shirt, and he glances back at the younger boy over his shoulder, throwing him a knowing smirk before shifting to face Jungkook again. He leans down to grip Jungkook’s thighs and pulls him forward to the edge of his seat, face right by front of Hoseok’s jeans. Rotating his hips slowly, his thrusts his hips up into Jungkook’s hands when the younger boy reaches forward to touch him.

He removes Jungkook’s hand slowly, putting it back down to the side, and whispers, “Enjoying yourself?”

Jungkook nods his head, looking up to meet Hoseok’s gaze, and it makes the older man smile. He pushes Jungkook backwards, making him lean back into his seat, before running his hands up and down the younger boy’s thighs. He teases him with his right hand, palming at the small bulge at the front of his jeans, “Excited already?”

Jungkook brings up his hand to trace the front of Hoseok’s jeans, asking, “Aren’t you?”

Hoseok snorts, letting Jungkook feel him up, and he puts slight pressure on Jungkook’s clothed erection when the younger makes a disappointed noise, “Oh, you’re not.”

Humming affirmatively, Hoseok nods, before he trails his hands high from Jungkook’s crotch and slips them under the younger boy’s shirt. He’s surprised when Jungkook pulls him forward by the belt loops and he falls forward ungracefully into the younger’s lap. Jungkook stares up at him with round eyes, seemingly surprised by his own boldness, before a smirk takes over, “Can you give someone a lap dance without sitting in their lap?”

Hoseok laughs, before he shifts himself and ruts his ass down against the tent in Jungkook’s jeans. He adds his hands for a few seconds grinning at the way Jungkook bites his lips and holds back a moan. Hoseok moves to sit in Jungkook’s lap properly, hips not stopping their motion as he trails his fingers down the younger’s neck. He can feel Jungkook shifting under him, trying to put pressure in all the right places, and it makes him smile, especially when the younger’s hand come out to grip his hips and guide him.

Jungkook’s hands move lower to cup Hoseok’s ass, before he starts to rut up against the elder, the motion making Hoseok pause his own grinding, “Nuh uh, baby boy. This is a lap dance, not an invitation for you to hump me.”

Jungkook frowns, but he listens and stopping the canting on his hips altogether.

“Good boy,” Hoseok smiles widely, reaching down to nip at Jungkook’s jaw and turning to whisper in his ear. “Goodness, you’re so hard for me already. I think I can make you cum just like this, love.”

Jungkook shudders when Hoseok slides his behind to and fro Jungkook’s thighs, the previous pressure against his groin all gone. Shifting around until he’s sitting with his back to the younger’s chest, Hoseok starts to rub himself back against Jungkook, coaxing a small moan out of the younger into his ear. He leans backwards, one hand on the arm rest to stabilize him as he rolls himself along Jungkook’s right thigh while the other clutches the back of Jungkook’s head.

Hoseok turns his head until he’s facing Jungkook, “Just like that, darling. Come on, moan for me.”

When he moves a little to the left to grind back against Jungkook’s front, the younger boy doesn’t hold back on his sounds, face dropping into Hoseok’s shoulder as he lets out a whimper. When Jungkook’s entire body shudders, going through a wave, Hoseok turns back around to seat himself astride the younger’s thighs.

Jungkook’s hands come up to steady his hips, and he grins at the younger, “Almost there?”

Nodding, Jungkook trails his hands up Hoseok’s body, only for them to be slapped away. His hands hovers by the elder’s chest, and he looks up in permission, “C-can I touch?”

Hoseok smirks, before he leans down and takes Jungkook’s index finger in his mouth. He swirls his tongue around it, hips rutting down against the younger’s erection, before he releases the long digit with a pop, “Absolutely not.”

Jungkook’s eyes fall shut when Hoseok’s hands inches lower towards his navel, brushing lightly against the tent in his jeans. He misses the way Hoseok looks around the room, watching for onlookers, and then tugs the zipper down, leaving the jeans buttoned. He slips two fingers inside, massaging Jungkook’s erection, and enjoys the way the younger writhes under him, Jungkook’s hips pushing up into his touch as his face twists in pleasure.

He grins when he feels the front of Jungkook’s boxers become damp, and leans his ear right by Jungkook’s mouth to hear him pant. The younger boy clutches at his hips when Hoseok starts to play with his member, alternating between using his hand and his ass to rub against it, and liquid heat pools in Jungkook's belly.

“Hyung, can we go somewhere else…?” Jungkook opens his eyes, and the serious tone of voice makes Hoseok pause completely. The younger boy whimpers at the lose, pushing up into the touch, wondering if he said something wrong.

“Sit back, Jungkook,” Hoseok says carefully, and the way his name rolls around the other boy’s tongue makes Jungkook shiver. “I’ll get you off, alright.”

“I know,” Jungkook breathes out. “But can we…?”


“Oh, okay,” Jungkook nods his head, ducking away from Hoseok’s gaze. He looks back up when Hoseok scrambles off his lap, and he almost automatically moves forward to grab the elder’s wrist.

Hoseok leans down to zip him back up, before giving his tent an affectionate pat. He leans forward, “Song’s over.”

“What? Wait,” Jungkook pulls Hoseok back, but the elder doesn’t fall forward into his lap like last time, seemingly expecting the touch. “I thought you said you were gonna...”

Hoseok gives him a smile, before leaning forward to give him a kiss. The move surprises Jungkook and before he can respond, the elder pulls away, “See that section behind my back? The one that’s covered by dividers?”

Jungkook glances over Hoseok’s shoulder and then flicks his gaze back to the elder’s face before nodding.

“I’ll meet you there in five minutes.”

Hoseok gone with a smile even before Jungkook has the time to blink or process the statement. He nods his head belatedly, Hoseok already out of sight, and then looks around to see if anyone’s watching him. He shifts in his seat hesitantly, almost rutting up into thin air as the material of his jeans presses against his erection and makes him moan.

Clearing his throat, Jungkook tries to adjust his shirt to try to disguise the bulge in his pants, but gives up halfway. He moves to palm himself lightly, but a voice in the back of his mind that sounds surprisingly like Hoseok tells him to knock it off. It makes him grin lightly, before he opts for rubbing his hands up and down his thighs, remembering the way Hoseok had been grinding against them earlier.

He wishes it hadn’t been over so soon, but his mind and body are both thrilled to see what Hoseok has planned. Glancing towards the area Hoseok had pointed out to him earlier, Jungkook stares at the wooden dividers that make a semi circle, trapping a part of the room between the panels and the wall. He wonders what he’s going to see beyond them, dick twitching in excitement at the thoughts that invade his mind.

Jungkook glances down at his watch, realizing there’s only a minute left, and so he stands up, readjusting his jeans and shirt. Slowly, he heads over to the closed off space, walking around to look for an entrance that will let him inside. Once he does find a small parting between two adjacent panels, he allows himself to slip inside and his eyes widen at what he sees.

He averts his gaze to the floor at the sight of various men and women in different states of undress, all of them involved in some sort of sexual activity. Only a few are fully clothed, electing to watch the other occupants in the room succumb to passion, who seem to not care about the eyes upon them. A blush rises to Jungkook’s cheeks as he spots a rather familiar figure, and he looks away after he catches the face of the prostitute currently eagerly bouncing up and down Seokjin’s dick.

“Are you blushing, love?” Hoseok’s voice and breath tingle the nape of his neck, and Jungkook turns quickly to glance at the man who’s now standing beside him. Hoseok gives him a wide grin, taking in the flush of Jungkook’s cheeks, and the way the younger’s eyes remain fixed on his face, not drifting anywhere.

“Hyung –” Jungkook speaks up, before the elder shushes him, pressing a finger to his lips.

“See somewhere you’d like to sit?” Hoseok raises an eyebrow curiously, smiling when Jungkook averts his gaze quickly after taking a quick look around.

“This place is for the exhibitionists and the voyeuristic,” Hoseok explains, leaning closer. “Ever heard the terms?”

Jungkook shakes his head, but he can guess what the words means as he chances another look at the room occupants. He turns back to Hoseok, “Are we going to…here?”

Hoseok nods in response, watching the younger’s face clearly, “It’s the closest you can get to having a private room without having a private room here. Are you alright with this?”

Jungkook presses his lips together, twiddling his thumbs as he thinks about the implications. Hoseok mistakes his contemplative look for one of hesitance, and it surprises the younger boy when the other man grabs his wrist and starts pulling him out of the area.

Jungkook digs his heels into the ground, stopping Hoseok where he is, before saying, “It’s fine. This…is fine. I’m okay.”

“Positive?” Hoseok asks for confirmation, and when Jungkook nods, he switches direction. He pushes Jungkook down onto a single seater somewhere near the corner of the closed off area with a small semblance of privacy. “How about here, then?”

Jungkook sits down first, shifting backwards until his back hits the plush couch, and he grins up at Hoseok as the elder climbs forward into his lap. Hands drift down to the front of his jeans, the tent considerably smaller, and Hoseok tilts his head at him in question.

“Did you touch yourself during those five minutes at all?”

Jungkook shakes his head, giving the elder a small smile, “No.”

“Good,” Hoseok looks extremely pleased at the information, as he starts to roll his body, ass brushing against Jungkook’s front every now and then.

“Did you?” Jungkook asks, looking up at the man straddling him, grinning when Hoseok raises an eyebrow at the question. He shifts him hands to feel up the elder’s front, and trails his fingernails down the tight leather material, “You did, didn’t you, hyung?”

Hoseok doesn’t respond to the statement, but when Jungkook starts to palm his slowly, he’s quick to pull the younger’s hand off. The hasty action makes the younger boy laugh, and he locks his arms around Hoseok’s waist, pulling him closer into his lap. His voice is sweet and mocking as he tilts his head up to whisper in the elder’s ear, “Did you jerk off earlier to the thoughts of me, hyung?”

Hoseok’s body goes still in his hold, and when Jungkook pulls away, the elder’s eyes meet his own. Jungkook watches the way Hoseok’s tongue darts out to lick his lips, before he says, “Not to the thoughts of you.”

“No?” Jungkook tilts his head, rubbing at the inside of Hoseok’s thighs.

Hoseok snorts, “I’ve seen far more enticing things than a kid moaning under me while I rub myself against him to give him a shoddy excuse of a lap dance.”

Jungkook’s mouth opens to respond to the statement, but the only thing that comes out is a moan as Hoseok puts pressure against his clothed erection, rubbing swift circles into the material of his pants. Jungkook throws his head back in pleasure, and Hoseok leans forward to mouth against his neck, before licking a trail up the column of his throat.

Jungkook looks back down when hands start to unbutton and unzip his jeans, and he grabs onto Hoseok’s wrist when the elder parts the flaps before looking around the room hesitantly. Hoseok glances down at his hand before looking up to his face and sighing, “Let’s go back to lap dancing.”

“No,” Jungkook shakes his head vehemently. “No, this is…this is fine.”

Hoseok lets out another sigh, before he leans down to kiss Jungkook’s mouth, “Relax, baby.”

Jungkook nods into the kiss, opening his mouth under the elder’s insistence, and starts to feel at ease at Hoseok’s hands come up to cup at his face, stroking his jaw. He pulls away for air, looking up at Hoseok with glazed eyes, and watches the elder lean down to start suckling onto the skin of his neck, red blooming across his unmarked skin.

“Stop look at them,” Hoseok chides him when he feels him stiffen, slipping his hands underneath Jungkook’s shirt, and trailing his hands up to the younger boy’s nipples. He pinches the perked up buds, twisting them to draw out a throaty moan from Jungkook, and smirks down. “Stop looking at them, Jungkook.”

“Okay,” Jungkook says, eyes boring into Hoseok’s. “Okay.”

“Good boy,” Hoseok pats his cheek affectionately, leaning down to give him another mouthy kiss.

“Do you allow your customers to kiss you?” Jungkook asks when he pulls away, looking genuinely curious. “I thought most, uh, sex workers didn’t let their customers kiss them.”

Hoseok laughs, giving him another peck to prove his point, “That’s all rubbish, kid. You’ve watched way too many romantic movies.”

“Oh,” Jungkook’s voice is small, the younger boy looking even more embarrassed when Hoseok chuckles louder at the response.

“People pay a lot for even the most basic level of access to this place,” Hoseok explains, fingering the black wristband that’s made its way halfway up Jungkook’s arm. “I wouldn’t deny anyone who’s willing to fork up that much money a kiss.”

“Oh,” Jungkook says again, gaze falling down to where Hoseok’s index finger meets his skin. “I see.”

Hoseok hums, nodding his head mindlessly, and then moves his hands back to the opening of Jungkook’s jeans, “Shift forward a little, love.”

Jungkook does as asked, holding onto Hoseok’s hips as he does, stopping only when the elder makes a noise of approval. Hoseok grabs the sides of Jungkook’s jeans, fingers slipping underneath the waistband of his boxers, “Now lift your hips up for me.”

Following the instructions again, Jungkook makes a soft noise as Hoseok slips off his jeans and underwear together, pushing them down almost all the way to his knees. Cold air hits his skin, making it break out into goosebumps, and Hoseok starts to rub his warm hands up and down the younger boy’s cold thighs. He slips his thumbs into the space between Jungkook’s legs, parting them slowly, before caressing the unblemished skin that’s now exposed to him.

Looking up, he finds Jungkook still looking around consciously, before the younger's head snaps sway suddenly, forehead against Hoseok’s shoulder and mouth against his chest, “They’re watching us, hyung.”

“Ignore them, Jungkook,” Hoseok’s voice is stern. “They can probably barely even see you past my body, alright?”

“Yeah, but,” Jungkook’s finger clutch the hem of Hoseok's shirt before fisting his hands in them and tugging lightly.

Hoseok sighs, not stopping his hands from massaging Jungkook’s thighs, but he asks, “Do you actually want this or not?”

“I do,” Jungkook bites his lips, looking up at Hoseok.

“Then, just look at me, and forget about the wandering eyes, alright?”

“Hyung, isn’t there somewhere else…?” Jungkook looks up hopefully.

Hoseok lets out a deep breath, pulling his hands off Jungkook’s legs and sits back a little, “You’re a general customer, darling. I can’t take you up to a room.”


“Sorry,” Hoseok reaches forward to pat the younger boy’s cheek lightly. “If you don’t like this, I can get you out of here. But I can’t jerk you off openly outside of this area, alright?”

Jungkook thinks about the situation, before he nods his head, “Okay.”

Hoseok shifts off the younger’s lap, offering him a hand, and is surprised when Jungkook takes it and pulls him back down, “I meant this is okay here.”

Rolling his eyes, the elder raises an eyebrow, “You sure about that?”

“Yes,” Jungkook says slowly. “I think so. It’s just a new thing.”

Hoseok hums, reaching down to drag a finger down Jungkook’s hardened length, smiling at the way the younger boy shudders, letting out a small whimper, “Teenagers are so easy.”

Jungkook glares at the taunt, but the words on the tip of his tongue, disappear as soon as Hoseok takes his member in his hand, pumping him a few times. He strokes the younger boy slowly, smirking at the moan that falls from Jungkook’s lips, the younger’s mouth falling open as he pants at the wonderful sensation coursing through him.

Blood rushes further south for Jungkook as Hoseok’s hand increases its pace, thumb digging into the slit as fingers circle the head of his dick. Hoseok smiles down at him once Jungkook’s girth widens even further, and he asks, “Hand or mouth?”

“Mouth,” Jungkook replies without missing a beat.

Hoseok nods his head, slipping off the couch and sinks onto the ground right in front of Jungkook. He pulls the boy closer to him, circling his hand around his ankles and tugging forward. Jungkook gets the message and shifts closer, eyes automatically darting around the room as he does, his proudly standing cock exposed for the world to see. Hoseok’s fingers tug his chin down as soon as he does, though, and the elder’s glare is harsh, “Don’t look in that direction, kid. Pay attention to me.”

Jungkook licks his lips, mouth parting to let in a shaky breath at the commanding tone of voice, and he nods slowly to show his understanding.

“Good,” Hoseok’s furious expression eases up considerably. “Eyes on me the entire time, got it? As soon as you even lift your head to look at someone else, I’m going to leave you right here and you can go find someone else to finish you off.”

Jungkook nods quickly, “Can I…can I close my eyes as well?”

Hoseok thinks about the request, “Yeah.”  


Jungkook brings both hands to lock behind Hoseok’s head, the other man sitting down on his knees in front of the younger’s parted legs. He runs his fingers through the short, black hair, noticing only now that Hoseok must have gotten it trimmed, locks not as long as they were the last time he saw him.

“Do you want a cushion?” Jungkook asks, breath stuttering as Hoseok circles his hand around the head of cock, looking down at his length in concentration.

“Probably not,” Hoseok shakes his head. “You’re not going to last long.”

Jungkook presses his lips together, before he does something that surprises both Hoseok and him equally. Fisting his hand in the hair at the back of the elder’s head, he tugs roughly, “Is that a challenge, hyung?”

Hoseok tilts his head, one hand coming behind to loosen Jungkook’s grip on his hair, while the other starts to slowly stroke Jungkook’s hardened length. He’s pleased to note the lack of shame or embarrassment on the younger’s face and he smirks, before leaning down to lick his way up Jungkook’s dick teasingly, “Maybe.”

Jungkook swallows back his moan, but his breath still stutters as Hoseok moves off, and grabs the cushion behind Jungkook’s back. Placing it under his knees, the elder shifts around until he’s comfortable and gives the younger an enticing look.

Hoseok pumps Jungkook agonizingly slow, head tilted up to hold down Jungkook’s gaze as the younger watches him, chest stuttering when Hoseok squeezes his erection lightly. Smirking, Hoseok reaches up with his free hand to tangle it into the hair at the nape of Jungkook’s neck, bringing the younger’s face down to lock their lips.

Jungkook moans into their kiss, mouth falling open as Hoseok increases his pace and rubs his thumb against the slit of the younger’s cock. Hoseok doesn’t hesitate in the slightest in slipping his tongue inside the younger’s mouth, licking his way around the hot cavern as Jungkook shudders under his touch.

The younger’s lips are swollen, spit slick when Jungkook pulls away and breathes out, “I thought I told you to use your mouth.”

Hoseok smirks, pushing against Jungkook’s chest to make the younger lean back instead of hunching forward against the elder. He stares at Jungkook up through his lashes before descending down on the younger’s rock hard, red member. Bobbing his head up and down slowly, Hoseok takes enjoyment in the way Jungkook groans, throwing his head back in pleasure, fingers coming to clutch the edges of the seat.

Hoseok works his way up and down the younger’s erection slowly, only increasing his pace when Jungkook whines brokenly and pants, “Fa-faster, hyung!

Shifting his hands to grip Jungkook’s hips, Hoseok does exactly that, moving up and down Jungkook’s cock, taking more of him in each time. Little moans and pants fall from the younger boy’s lips, spurring Hoseok to pick up his speed. By the time his nose hits the younger boy’s navel and Jungkook’s erection touches the back of his throat, the younger boy collapses, falling backwards in his seat, hips arching off the seat in pleasure.

A-ah!” Jungkook tries to muffle his shriek behind a fist, hips canting upwards into Hoseok’s awaiting mouth. He feels a sharp sting on his backside as he thrusts upwards, and it makes him cry out in pleasure, hand reaching down to grip Hoseok’s hair. The elder pulls of him with a pop, and when Jungkook protests against the loss, the elder’s tongue licks up the underside vein of his dick, making him shudder, feeling the pleasure all the way to his curled toes.

Jungkook moans loudly, thighs twitching involuntarily from desire, as Hoseok wraps his lips around just the head of his cock. The elder swirls his tongue, licking him like a lollipop, before the wet muscle digs into his slit, making his eyes fall shut as he let loose another loud cry of Hoseok’s name followed by a series of pants.

Hyung,” Jungkook pleads with wet eyes, lifting his head up to look down at Hoseok, when the other man doesn’t descend back down on his members. A broken moan falls from his lips as Hoseok smirks, fondling his balls before taking one into his hot mouth, “Please, hyung, please.”

Directing his right hand to the back of Hoseok’s head, Jungkook tugs at the short hair, trying to guide the elder back to where he wants him. Another loud moan falls from his lips followed by a whimper once Hoseok finally does as he asks, bobbing him head up and down until the tip of Jungkook’s swollen member touches the back of his throat. He deep-throats the younger repeatedly, swallowing around his length hungrily after, and inwardly grins at the way it makes the younger boy cry out wantonly, all previous cares about people watching forgotten.

Litanies of Hoseok’s name mixed with whimpers and moans falls from Jungkook’s lips at the intense feeling of pleasure that Hoseok’s mouth grants him, and when Hoseok hums around his erection, Jungkook feels the vibrations all the way to his core, “More, hyung – more.”

Hoseok pulls off with a pop, making Jungkook groan, before he swirls his tongue around the head of Jungkook’s member, licking at the pre-come the oozes from the tip. He sucks lightly on the pink head using his lips next, digging his tongue into the slit, and feels the way Jungkook’s hips stutter, the younger boy looking close to climaxing.

Giving one last lick to the vein running on the underside of Jungkook’s dick as the younger boy above him pleads with him to take him back into his mouth, Hoseok lets go of Jungkook’s hips that had arched off the seat. He watches them fall back onto the synthetic leather couch, the swell of Jungkook’s ass meeting the semi-soft material.

Purely out of instinct, he watches Jungkook’s face as he traces his fingers down to the underside of the younger’s thighs, enjoying the way Jungkook shivers at the touch and lets loose a small whimper. Jungkook glances down at him after the feather light touches, but looks just in time to see Hoseok pull his swollen member, lying erect against his stomach back into his mouth. He moans at the sight of the older man working his way up and down, and can’t help the way his hips rut up.

Hoseok doesn’t stop Jungkook from thrusting upwards this time around, and the fingers settled around his thighs instead of on his hips are all the permission he needs. Throwing his head further back, Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut as the crown of his head meets the back of his couch. He feels Hoseok’s jaw go slack as he continues penetrating it repeatedly at a fast, unrelenting pace, hitting the back of the elder’s throat with each thrust.

Hoseok’s tongue flattens itself against the underside of his dick, and when the elder hums before swallowing around him, Jungkook cries out.

Loosening his lips even further, Hoseok lets the boy do as he pleases as saliva drips from the corner of his mouth, used to far rougher treatment from other clients. It takes Jungkook a few more thrusts into his awaiting hot mouth and a series of staccato moans before he succumbs to his orgasm, hips canting wildly with no apparent rhythm.

Hoseok takes over right at the moment, swallowing everything as Jungkook bursts into mouth, shooting hot, bitter cum down him throat. He starts to bob his head up and down, sucking the head of Jungkook’s waning erection and digging his tongue into the slit. He continues to lap up every ounce of fluid that shoots out of Jungkook until he’s sucked the boy dry, making Jungkook cry out at the overstimulation.

Hoseok takes Jungkook’s softening member into his mouth one last time, before slowly moving back up and pulling off completely. Placing a hand on his thighs, he stands up, knees aching a little, but it all disappears at the sight below him. Jungkook looks absolutely wrecked, face still twisted in pleasure and panting heavily, as if every breath is a struggle to draw in. His hair is all over the place, and it makes Hoseok wonders if he was tugging at his own hair as well apart from just the elder’s.

The hand lying across Jungkook’s eyes slowly moves away, the younger’s eyes opening even more slowly as glances up at Hoseok with a blissful expression. His breathing's a little more regular now, Hoseok notices, still not back to normal, but he’s not heaving like he was before. Hoseok smiles down, wiggling his eyebrows, “Good?”

Jungkook smiles, eyes closing as he nods, head lolling to the side as if he has no energy left to lift it up. 

“Maybe it’s because we had a private room, before, but I seem to have forgotten exactly how loud you are,” Hoseok speaks up again as Jungkook hands come out to rest against the arm rest before the younger boy shifts backwards. There’s an insecure expression across his face again as he glances at his flaccid member, before taking a looking around. Hoseok’s eyes roam across the room as well this time, and he sees two guys sitting in the corner watching Jungkook intently.

Hoseok vaguely registers the sound of Jungkook fumbling, before he locks gazes with the two men who shift to look at him, smirking. A swirl of emotion Hoseok’s afraid to categorize rises in his chest, and he turns back to push Jungkook further back in his seat. The burst of energy takes the younger boy by surprise, hands dropping to the side, eyes wide when Hoseok crawls into his lap.

Shielding the younger with his body as best as he can, Hoseok reaches to tug Jungkook’s boxers back up, smiling at the way the younger shudders as his fingers touch his thighs. He pulls up Jungkook’s jeans back up next, struggling a little with the denim before he asks the boy under him to lift himself up. Jungkook does as asked without a complaint, letting Hoseok tuck him back into his underwear and pull up his pants.

He lifts his head up to find Hoseok watching him as the elder starts to zip up his jeans and button it, and his eyes automatically flutter shut as Hoseok leans down to press their lips together. He barely gets to taste himself on the other’s tongue before the elder’s pulling away, adjusting his shirt over the front of his skinny jeans. Hoseok smiles down at him for a brief second, giving his stomach an affectionate pat before slipping off him.

The smile makes Jungkook beam back, sitting up properly and scooting forward to grab Hoseok by the belt loops as he makes a move to turn around, “Are you going to leave me here, hyung?”

Hoseok laughs at his tone, hesitantly reaching to ruffle his hair, before giving him a nod, “You got what you wanted from me, darling. What else do you want?”

Jungkook smirks, trailing his head down from Hoseok’s chest all the way to the waistband of his tight leather pants, “Do you want me to help you like I did last time, hyung?”

Hoseok frowns heavily at his question, making Jungkook pull his hand back, “This club isn’t some sort of mutual invitation to get each other off or have sex, sweetheart. You’re paying me for this, so stop trying to give back.”

“But I thought sex had to be mutual in order for it to work,” Jungkook’s grin is cheeky as he tilts his head at Hoseok innocently.

The elder rolls his eyes at his nit picking, “Not always.”

Jungkook swallows thickly, remember Hoseok’s admission from last time, “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Hoseok shrugs.


The apology makes the elder raise a curious eyebrow, “For?”

Jungkook shrugs, before he settles for the easiest option, “I guess for always trying to touch you back.”

The statement makes Hoseok laugh, and Jungkook’s smile brightens at the sound, especially when the elder leans down to give him a kiss. He wonders if Hoseok’s like this with everyone when he pulls away or if he’s special in that regard.

“You’re really not…” Jungkook trails off, looking for the right words, “aroused, hyung?”

Hoseok’s eyes drift to one of the security workers that hovers by the entrance between the dividers and looks around the place carefully. He gives the burly man a smile, when he eyes them having a conversation curiously, and reaches down to trace the column of the younger’s throat with a fingernail, hoping it looks fairly seductive.

Jungkook’s eyes drift to the extreme left, trying to look at the finger trailing down his neck, but he doesn’t say anything else.

“Hyung’s jerked off more than a few hundred people in his lifetime, darling. It takes more than just a moaning mess of a 19-year old to get me hard anymore.”

Jungkook’s eyes snap to him, lips tugging down, “Are you looking down on me?”

“Right now?” Hoseok’s hand gestures to the fact that he’s standing between Jungkook’s legs who’s still seated. “Yes.”

Jungkook ignores the reference to their position and instead announces, “I’m very competitive, did you know?

“Are you now?”

Jungkook smirks at the raised eyebrow, “You shouldn’t challenge me, hyung.”

“That wasn't a challenge, my love. It was a fact,” Hoseok tenses as he feels a few stares on them from the people around them, especially when they continue conversing in their fully dressed states. He pushes Jungkook back into his seat, the younger letting him as if sensing the looks as well, and for the umpteenth time in the day, Hoseok crawls back in the younger’s lap.

Jungkook’s hands automatically start to caress the swell of his ass as soon as he settles down, and he glares down at the younger. The glower has no effect on the boy, not even when Hoseok ruts his behind down against Jungkook’s crotch.

Grabbing on the hem of his own shirt, Hoseok pulls it over his head, smirking when Jungkook’s eyes widen and drop down to his chest. He reaches back for one of Jungkook’s hand, both of them still resting on his behind, and pulls one forward, placing it flat against his abdomen, whispering lowly, “Touch me and play along.”

Jungkook does as asked, trailing blunt fingernails up and down Hoseok’s chest as the older man grinds down against him. He pinches one of Hoseok’s nipples between his fingers, “Hyung, what if I can get you hard?”

The question makes Hoseok cease all movement, and right when he does, the hand tracing his back moves further down to grip at his thighs. Jungkook grins up at him, rubbing the back of Hoseok's thighs and knees through his skin-tight, leather pants. The elder turns his glare up a notch, whispers harshly, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Jungkook’s smile widens, hand now moving to the front to rub up and down the top of Hoseok’s thighs, before palming his groin.

Hoseok clenches his teeth, grabbing the younger boy’s hand and pulling it away from his crotch, “Don’t touch me like that, and you definitely can’t get me hard without touching me.”

Jungkook’s hand continues drifting up and down, brushing close to his front, while the other starts to rub with his thumb Hoseok’s hardened bud, “What if I can, though? Let’s go again, hyung, and if I can get you even a little bit excited without touching, then will you let me suck you off?”

Hoseok’s dick twitches in his pants at the thought of the younger getting down on his knees for him, but the rational part of his mind interferes before he can let that fantasy play out any further, “Absolutely not!”

“Why not?” Jungkook frowns at his adamant tone.

Gritting his teeth, Hoseok leans down until his mouth is inches away from Jungkook’s face, “Understand your boundaries, kid. I’m here to give you a blowjob, not the other way around.”

“What if you have a customer who prefers to give rather than receive?”

“No one takes more pleasure in giving over receiving, Jungkook.”

Rolling his eyes, Jungkook leans back in his seat, hand dropping to the side, “I’m pretty sure that’s a lie. Why don’t you admit that you have no confidence, hyung? Admit that I can get you all hot and bothered, and then I won’t insist on wanting to touch you.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes, grabbing Jungkook’s right hand and bringing it back to his chest, “But you don’t.”

Jungkook’s eyes brighten as if that’s the response he’s expecting, “Then let’s do this once more! If I don’t get you all hot and bothered, then you’ve got nothing to lose right?”

Hoseok presses his lips together, glaring down at the grinning boy, “You’re infuriating, you know that?”

“Yes, I’ve been told that many times,” Jungkook nods his head eagerly.

“I’m not falling into your trap,” Hoseok tells him with a scowl. “No matter how clever you think you’re being.”

Pulling himself off the younger’s lap as gracefully as he can, Hoseok throws a glare in Jungkook’s direction, making Jungkook’s face fall. He grabs his shirt lying across the arm of the single seater, and turns to walk away when a hand wraps around his forearm and pulls him back. Hoseok tries his best to give Jungkook a sugary grin to avoid any suspicion, “What?”

Jungkook smirks, no trace of the shy and inexperienced boy he’d met two months ago visible on his face, “Are you denying a customer something he paid for?”

“You’re just a general member,” Hoseok tries his best not to be loud or exclaim. “You’re not even supposed to be here. This area is for silver and gold members only. So, I’m not denying you anything that you paid for.”

“But you asked me to meet you here.”

“Look, that’s not the point,” Hoseok says slowly, running a hand through his hair, looking down at the younger in frustration. He leans down to capture Jungkook’s lips in a hasty kiss, whispering, “Stop okay, before we attract attention.”

“Come on, hyung,” Jungkook pleads with wide eyes, his hold on Hoseok not loosening. “Once more?”


“Why not?” Jungkook tries his best not to whine, but his voice is a pitch higher than earlier.

“Because I said so!” Hoseok’s voice is rough as he grits out the words through clenched teeth. “Go find someone else.”

“I thought you had nothing to lose, though,” Jungkook insists, standing up to stare down the elder.

“I don’t have anything to lose,” Hoseok tries to control his hands from making exaggerated gestures. Sighing, Hoseok reaches to slip a hand under Jungkook’s shirt, unbuttoning his jeans discreetly, “Look, I can jerk you off again if you want, but it’s a definite no to the other rule.”

“Why, are you scared?” Jungkook taunts, breath stuttering when Hoseok rubs the heel of his hand against his boxers, putting light pressure on his member.

Taking a deep breath, Hoseok watches the younger boy’s breath quicken the more he presses against his steadily-forming erection, “I know what you’re trying to do, kid.”

Jungkook pulls Hoseok’s hands away, wrapping his fingers around the elder’s thin wrists, “What am I trying to do?”

Hoseok remains silent, staring up at him with an indescribable expression.

“Come on, haven’t you heard that the customer is always right?”

Hoseok still doesn’t say anything, not even when Jungkook tightens his hold around his wrists and moves back to sit back down on he couch. Moments later, he’s being pulled forward to sit astride Jungkook’s thighs by the younger, and Hoseok can feel his resolve cracking.

“Your job is to please your customers, hyung,” Jungkook says in a soft voice, pulling Hoseok’s shirt out of his hand and draping it over the side of the couch. “But you’re not making me very happy.

Hoseok stares down at him for an entire minute, eyes roaming over the younger’s keen expression, wondering why Jungkook’s always so hell-bent on returning the favour, “How did your parents stand you?”

“They didn’t,” Jungkook’s voice is light.

Hoseok’s eyes fall shut as he takes a deep breath, forehead dropping against the younger’s shoulder. He turns his head to trail kisses up Jungkook’s neck and tells himself it’s to not arouse any suspicion. Lips against the younger’s right earlobe, he whispers, “I’ve already done a lot for you today.”

Jungkook nods against him in acknowledgement, “Then do a little for yourself.”

Hoseok pulls back like he’s been burnt, eyes furiously glaring at Jungkook, and making the younger boy wonder why what he said was so wrong. Gripping Jungkook’s jaw roughly between him thumb and index finger, Hoseok grits out, “That’s not how this works. Do you even understand where the fuck you are? You’re sitting in a modern day brothel with a whore in your lap. Do you know what that means?”

Jungkook remains calm during the storm, “Yes.”

Hoseok opens his mouth and closes it at Jungkook’s soft reply, repeating the action a few times before dropping his hand down to his side and leaning back. He sighs quietly, running another hand through his hair, “I’ve already made a lot of exceptions for you.”

Jungkook smiles as he sees Hoseok’s unwavering form crash and burn, “So, what’s one more, hyung?”


“Hand or mouth?” Hoseok asks with a sigh, eyeing Jungkook impassively when the younger throws him a grin.

“Let’s do hand this time, but I want to switch. Let me sit in your lap.”

Hoseok’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, but he moves off either way, taking the seat that Jungkook had been occupying once the younger stands up. He settles himself back against the back of the couch, and gestures for the younger boy to come forward once he’s comfortable. Jungkook smiles warmly, before clambering up into his lap, and in the back of his mind, Hoseok thinks about how his bright expression seems to not belong in or be appropriate for the situation they’re in.

Jungkook seats himself fully, bending his legs at the knee, and then places his hands against Hoseok’s naked chest. He shrugs Hoseok’s hands away once they move towards him, and instead shifts around to get comfortable, ass rubbing against the elder’s crotch, making Hoseok’s breath hitch at the sensation.

“That’s not you playing fair,” Hoseok mutters, but his hands don’t come out to grip the younger’s hips or stop him from doing any more.

Jungkook shrugs at his statement, taking a deep breath, and then reaches down to grips the flap of his unbuttoned jeans, “Do you think you can do this if I keep my jeans and boxers on?”

Hoseok shakes his head, “You’re going to have to at least take your boxers off. We can probably make do if your jeans were on. There’s a bathroom close to here if you want to go do that.”

Looking contemplative, the younger boy bites his lip in thought, before shaking his head, “It’s fine. Let’s do this.”

“You know,” Hoseok brings his elbow up to rest against the side of the semi-circular seat, “I don’t really understand why you’re doing this if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“It’s not uncomfortable necessarily,” Jungkook pauses in his actions. “I just…don’t like to be stared at. But they’re almost all strangers, so I have nothing to lose I guess.”

“Almost all?”

Jungkook gives Hoseok a mischievous smile, “I saw one of my hyungs here.”

“Who is it?” Hoseok looks around curiously, but Jungkook ignores his question completely, lifting his shirt and pulling down his jeans until they rest around his thigh.

Hoseok’s hand comes out to grip his hips when Jungkook giggles and leans forward, eyes twinkling with laughter. Raising an eyebrow at the younger’s odd behaviour, a shudder goes through Hoseok’s body when Jungkook’s mouth meets his ear, admitting quietly, “I’ve never mooned somebody before, hyung.”

Despite himself, Hoseok laughs, pulling the younger closer by the hips, fingers slipping into the waistband to tug his underwear down. Jungkook’s eyes are closed as he leans back, face drifting back into Hoseok’s view as he murmurs, “When you were a kid, hyung, did you ever think that if you closed your eyes, people wouldn’t be able to see you because you couldn’t see them?”

Hoseok chuckles, making Jungkook peek at him, eyelids rising, “Is that the logic you’re trying to go by, right now, baby?”

Jungkook grins down at him, lips stretching even further when Hoseok lifts his legs up and rests the heels of his feet against the edge of the couch. It’s an awkward position, Hoseok barely able to fit across the seat as he folds himself, but at the realization that the elder’s trying to cover his exposed behind, it makes a genuine smile curl across Jungkook’s lips.

“Thank you,” the younger’s voice is grateful, and Hoseok nods in acknowledgment.

“I don’t even know why I’m doing all this for you,” Hoseok murmurs under his breath, scoffing when Jungkook responds.

“It’s cause I’m your favourite customer and you like me very, very much.”

“You do realize that this is only our second time meeting right?” Hoseok’s eyes drop down to Jungkook’s hands as the long fingers start to play with the hem of his shirt, lifting it up slightly before dropping it back down as if unsure.

“I know,” Jungkook nods, “but the first time was so amazing for you that I automatically jumped up to number one.”

Hoseok snorts at the explanation, “Hold on to my shoulders if you’d like to.”

Reaching forward with his right hand, he lifts the edge of Jungkook’s black tee, slipping him hand under and caresses the skin across his stomach. Fingernails drag down the younger’s abs, and Jungkook shudders at cold air hits his thighs and stomach. He leans further back against the Hoseok’s legs, but when the elder makes a noise of disapproval and nudges the younger boy forward with his knee against Jungkook’s shoulder blade, he presumes his old position again.

“Don’t lean back, but forward, okay? You’re going to go sprawling backwards if you do,” Hoseok explains, fingers trailing down the younger’s navel, before finally drifting down to grip Jungkook’s member.

“Slow or fast?”

“Something moderate?” Jungkook leans forward as asked before, settling more of his weight against Hoseok’s chest, rubbing his heels into the elder’s shoulder. He shifts back a little to allow the elder to grip him easier and to avoid crushing his cock between their chests. Pressing his lips against Hoseok’s ear, he breathes out, “Watch me, hyung.”

Jungkook’s pleased when Hoseok’s head snaps up to his face, hands not stopping their motion of slowly stroking him up and down, feeling the way Jungkook’s girth and length expand under his touch. Smiling at the slightly surprised expression on the younger’s face, Jungkook reaches down for the first time the entire night and initiates a kiss.

Hoseok looks at him curiously when the younger boy pulls away, Jungkook meeting his gaze, before swooping down for a second time, locking their lips together. Their mouths move in sync, head tilted to opposite sides for a deeper angle, and Hoseok nudges the younger’s lips apart with a swipe of his tongue. Jungkook’s mouth drops open, small pants falling from his lips as he scrunches his eyes shut and lets himself feel Hoseok’s touch, fingers ghosting up and down the skin of his steadily hardening cock.

Hoseok doesn’t nudge him for another kiss, electing to follow the younger’s earlier instructions and watches pleasure dance across the younger’s face as he swirls his hand around the head of Jungkook’s dick. Observing the expressions on the face of the boy sitting in his lap makes Hoseok’s own mouth dry, especially when Jungkook lets out a soft whimper when Hoseok grips his dick a little tighter, hand moving up and down faster. The younger’s head falls backward with a moan at a particularly good tug, exposing the column of his neck, and Hoseok itches to mark his neck up.

Jungkook’s grip across his shoulder tightens, and it’s only then that Hoseok starts to realize that he’s breathing a little harder as well. The rise and fall of his chest quickens even more when Jungkook tilts his head forward for Hoseok to see, eyes shut tightly as he moans out Hoseok’s name brokenly.

“A-ah,” Jungkook’s voice is an octave higher as he struggles to draw in a breath, eyes scrunched shut, as the elder’s hand automatically works up and down, thumb digging into the slit. The younger boy cries out softly, hips rutting upwards into Hoseok’s hold, before he pushes down and the curve of his ass brushes against Hoseok’s front and repeats the motions a few times.

Hoseok wonder if the boy is doing so on purpose, and he tries to not let himself shudder when Jungkook presses down against the crotch with just the right amount of pressure. The younger boy’s completely aware of the effect he’s having on Hoseok, the elder realizes right as Jungkook tilts his head down, mouth right by Hoseok’s ear.

“O-oh,” Jungkook moans softly, the sound turning into a broken whimper. “A-ah, hy-ung!

Panting heavily and mewling right into Hoseok’s ear, Jungkook’s hand clamber to find purchase in the elder’s shoulder as he feels his knees become weak. The hand stroking and pumping him increases it’s pace but Jungkook’s too far gone with pleasure to wonder if Hoseok is trying to distract him and stop him from continuing what he’s been doing.

Hoseok reach down to play with Jungkook’s balls, letting go of his erection for a few seconds, and is surprised when Jungkook throws his head back, letting out a rather loud cry of desire. It attracts attention from a few people nearby, but Hoseok’s too focused on the ecstasy painted across the younger’s face as he fondles his sacs to pay them any attention.

“Hyung,” Jungkook breathes out softly again, staring down at Hoseok with hooded eyes, and the elder lifts his hand up to the younger’s lips. They maintain eye contact as Jungkook sucks on his index and middle finger, lapping at the digits eagerly, tongue swirling around them seconds later. Jungkook smiles inwardly at the darkened gaze Hoseok is now sporting, wide, lust-blown pupils watching him intently.

Hoseok’s voice is husky, deeper than before, “Do you think that you sitting in my lap, moaning in my ear, and throwing lusty glances my way will do the work?

Jungkook pops his mouth off the now spit-slick and shiny fingers, watching them descend back down and tease his entrance. He gasps when one of them slips inside slowly, and even though he knows it’s not part of what he asked Hoseok to do, he doesn’t stop the older man. He doesn’t comment on the way the elder looks turned on currently, knowing that pointing it out will only make Hoseok try to will himself to stop enjoying the view, something Jungkook doesn’t quite want, “Well, it doesn’t hurt to try.”

Hoseok scoffs at the statement, thrusting his middle finger in and out of Jungkook rhythmically, “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Jungkook mewls when Hoseok’s other moves forward to grip his erection, tugging at it roughly. He breath hitches, and he tries to form a coherent sentence as Hoseok’s dark gaze watches him slowly fall apart, “W-what’s not to…­a-ah…not to…enjoy?”

Groaning as a second finger slips inside, stretching him until it burns, Jungkook closes his eyes tightly but doesn’t stop speaking.

“It co-could be…oh,” Jungkook trails off, closing his eyes and gripping Hoseok’s shoulders tighter at the pain, head tilting down as his bangs fall across his forehead. When Hoseok’s hand still where it is to let him get used to the stretch, Jungkook bites down on his lips and then starts to work his hips down onto the long digits slowly, “It could be a nice job.”

Hoseok waits and watches as the younger boy slowly picks up speed, until he’s bouncing up and down on the elder’s long fingers, no hint of pain on his face. He pulls his fingers out completely then, smirking when Jungkook protests against the loss, “You don’t want this as your job, darling.”

Jungkook opens his eyes, glancing at the elder, lips pressed together as the pace of Hoseok’s strokes becomes excruciating slow, “Why not? Faster! This seems like a – o-oh, like that, like that – good establishment.”

“It might, but the clients won’t always be; things change when the tables turn, kid. I’ve been indulgent with you, because you’re paying me. If it was the other way around, I might not have been the same way.”

Jungkook grins at the statement, even though he knows he shouldn’t, “Really? What do you really want to do to me then, hyung?”

He reaches down to wrap one hand around Hoseok’s own, guiding the elder up and down his length, throwing his head back in pleasure with how much better it feels. Feeling Hoseok’s gaze on him, Jungkook swallows thickly, leaning down to press his mouth right against the opening of the elder’s ear. He smirks against the skin, before his lips fall slack, each moan and pant from every stroke heavily pronounced and falling right into Hoseok’s ear.

Hoseok licks his unusually dry lips, tongue running across them slowly, as he feels his pants tighten around his member at Jungkook’s antics. He doesn’t stop the younger, letting him thrust upwards into his tight fist as broken whimpers, moans, and Hoseok’s name fall from the younger’s lip, entering his bloodstream through his ear and igniting a fire. Jungkook starts to roll his hips, making sure to purposely brush up against Hoseok’s crotch when he does, until Hoseok pulls his hand off his members, murmuring darkly, “Behave.”

Jungkook reaches down to touch himself instead, gripping his erection as it proudly stands resting against his stomach, and pumps it to a rough and fast pace. He keens when Hoseok wraps his fingers around the head of his cock, stimulating it by rubbing his thumb across to spread the oozing pre-come. Moving his hand away once Hoseok takes over once again, Jungkook can’t help from rutting upwards shamelessly, mewling and whimpering at each stroke and every time Hoseok presses him thumb into his slit.

Hoseok feels the blood rush further south, the tent in his leather pants prominent when Jungkook falls against him chest bonelessly, as if his hands don’t have the energy to hold himself up anymore. Pumping the dripping cock trapped between their bodies, Hoseok curses, not at all prepared for when Jungkook grips the hair at the back of his head tightly, tugging at them roughly as he breathes harshly against the elder’s neck.

Jungkook’s entire body quakes involuntarily under Hoseok’s touch, and the way his breath come out as shudders makes the elder close his eyes, biting his lips. He can feel his erection swell even more as Jungkook’s cock pulses in his hands while the younger continues his mewling, lying against Hoseok’s chest. Fingernails dig into his back, before Jungkook speaks up, “Ah, make me cum, hyung.”

The younger boy’s voice is soft, but it sends a heat rushing through Hoseok especially when Jungkook continues, noticing the effect his words are having on the elder.

“I want to cum so bad, hyung,” Jungkook moans dirtily right into Hoseok’s ear, tongue coming out to lap at the elder’s earlobe. Hoseok grits his teeth, tightening his hold and stroking the younger fast enough to make his wrist ache. It has the desired effect he wants, and Jungkook quietens for a few seconds, before he speaks again, voice raw, “I-I, oh, I want to paint your chest white.”

Fuck,” Hoseok curses, gritting his teeth.

“Touch me however you want,” Jungkook croons lustily, crying out in pleasure at a particularly good tug. His hips stutter and Hoseok knows the younger is extremely close, wondering if Jungkook’s holding himself back, “I want you to jerk me good, hyung. So good that I faint.”

Hoseok’s other hand drifts between the younger’s legs, fondling his balls and making him mewl.

Jungkook bites at Hoseok’s earlobe, whispering between moans, “I’ve always wanted – o-oh – to be fucked hard, ah, enough to black out, hyung.”

Unable to handle Jungkook’s words, Hoseok inserts his fingers back inside the younger boy and digs around for that one spot. When Jungkook moans loudly, fingernails scratching his back to find some sort of support, Hoseok rubs his prostate harder and watches the younger boy falls apart in his hand.

Hoseok manages to catch most of the cum that spurts out of Jungkook with his hand, continuing to massage the younger’s prostate until Jungkook makes a small noise of discomfort and wiggles around his fingers. When he pulls out and removes his hand from between their bodies, Jungkook falls against his chest wordlessly, a blissful expression on his face.

Hoseok snorts grabbing his shirt to wipe his hand, but then Jungkook’s reaching out for his wrist, pulling his hand back. Gulping when the younger boy brings Hoseok’s hand to his own mouth, Hoseok watches Jungkook’s tongue peek out to wipe his hand clean. Dirty thoughts run through his mind at the action, making Jungkook grin when he slips a hand down to press it against the bulge in Hoseok’s pants.

“I win,” Jungkook says softly head resting against Hoseok’s shoulder.

Hoseok can’t find it in himself to do anything but nod, reach down to wipe his damp hand against his leather pants. He pulls Jungkook’s briefs back up first, before tugging up his jeans shortly after, and smiles when Jungkook releases a soft, content hum, still in his post-orgasm high.

An unfamiliar hand sifts Jungkook’s hair carefully, running through the sweaty locks, and makes Jungkook turns back when Hoseok stares back unsurely at the man standing in front of him. Jungkook smiles, using his hands against Hoseok’s chest as leverage to sit up properly, accidentally brushing their fronts together.

“What’re you doing here, Kook?” Seokjin’s smile is kind as he strokes the younger boy’s hair, eyes drifting briefly to the man who’s lap he’s sitting in. “You’re not allowed in this section.”

“I know,” Jungkook’s eyes twinkle mischievously. He gestures towards Hoseok, “Hyung, this is Hoseok hyung. Hoseok hyung, this is Seokjin hyung.”

Hoseok tries to hide his smile behind a hand, wondering if the kid realizes how inappropriate the current situation is for introductions.

“He was with me on the day brought my here for my birthday, too,” Jungkook explains, giving Hoseok a big smile.

“Ah,” Seokjin nods his head carefully, keeping his expression blank as he stares down Hoseok. “And you picked him today, too, huh? He must take good care of you.”

Jungkook giggles happily, looking at Hoseok before admitting, “He’s really good.”

 “Is that so?” Seokjin raises an eyebrow, eyeing Hoseok up and down.

Hoseok smirks back at the older man, “Well, you can always find out for yourself.”

Hoseok doesn’t miss the curious gleam in the other man’s eyes, eyeing the way his hands come to run through Jungkook’s hair again. He moves the younger boy off his lap, and them makes a move to stand up, not bothering to adjust his pants. Seokjin’s a fair bit taller than him, but he eyes him up all the same as Hoseok moves to slip his tee over his head.

“Wait,” Jungkook grabs Hoseok’s wrist. “Where’re you going?”

“You should take him home,” Hoseok tells Seokjin extracting himself out of the younger boy’s hold without even a glance in Jungkook’s direction, and gives the other man a small smile. “Unless you’d like to stay back for a little more fun.”

“Oh,” Seokjin looks pleased at the response, grinning and missing the way Jungkook’s lips turn down. He runs his hand down Hoseok’s chest, pressing his thumb and rubbing the hardened, visible nipples “Should I?”

“If you’d like to,” Hoseok smirks, eyeing the gold tier wristband dangling loosely around Seokjin’s arm. “Our top priority is to make sure all our customers walk out satisfied and thoroughly sated.”

“Wait,” Jungkook rushes to sit up straight. “Wait, hyung!”

Seokjin doesn’t miss the way Hoseok’s eyes close and shudders at the contact when he pinches his nipples through his mesh shirt. He turns to give Jungkook a glance, “What is it, Kook?”

Jungkook glares at Seokjin’s hand that’s slowly drifting lower, until its comes to rest right against Hoseok’s navel. He gives Hoseok a look of betrayal and turns to Seokjin, “Hyung, you can’t touch him, he’s mine!”

Seokjin laughs good-naturedly at the statement, turning back to Hoseok and palming the tent in his pants, “Is that so? I wasn’t aware.”

Jungkook protests again, rising from his seat on unsteady legs, and he tugs at Hoseok’s wrist, “Hyung, you promised me!”

Seokjin’s eyebrows draw together at the statement, “Promised what?”

“Nothing,” Hoseok grits out, glaring at Jungkook. “Jungkook’s still a kid, and doesn’t like to share his toys when he’s playing with them.”

“Ah,” Seokjin’s grin is amused as he eyes Hoseok, grips him through his pants, making Hoseok hiss and throw his head back trying to swallow a moan when Seokjin starts to massage the head of his erection. He continues his ministrations, eyeing the sex worker as Hoseok bites his lips and lets loose a small moan. “How long have you been working here? I’ve never seen you around, but that might be because I don’t come here often.”

“Hyung, stop!” Jungkook exclaims again, reaching for Seokjin’s hand. “I told you he’s mine. You can’t have him.”

Hoseok knows how much their ignoring Jungkook’s protests is annoying the younger boy, but he still continues, “Officially, I’ve been working for seven years.”

“Officially?” Seokjin raises an eyebrow. “And unofficially?”

“Ten,” Hoseok grins, turning to glance at Jungkook who’s stilled beside him, looking at Hoseok with wide eyes.

Nodding his head, Seokjin gives Hoseok’s bulge one last squeeze, making him groan softly, and then pulls off, “As tempting as the offer is, I think it’s time we head back.”

“Fair enough,” Hoseok shrugs. “I’ll be out on the floor if you change your mind. You shouldn’t have any trouble finding me.”

Jungkook glares at the words, speaking finally as he tugs at Hoseok’s arm, “Hyung, this isn’t fair.”

“Go home, Jungkook,” is the only reply he receives before Hoseok turns around and walks away.

Jungkook glares at Hoseok’s retreating form, before he turns to find Seokjin looking at him unamused, arms crossed, “Mind telling me what that was all about, Kook?”

“Why did you keep going when I told you to stop, hyung?”

“Because the person I was touching didn’t tell me to stop. He let me touch him,” Seokjin’s eyes are hard, staring down the slightly shorter boy who’s scowling.

“Well, of course, he wasn’t going to stop you from touching him,” Jungkook scoffs, looking away. “You’re paying him.”

“Exactly,” Seokjin gives Jungkook a pointed look. “We’re paying these people. Remember that. They get paid to act like that.”

“Don’t you think I’m aware, hyung?” Jungkook glowers, Hoseok’s earlier words ringing in his head. “I’m tried of all of you treating me like some kid who doesn’t know left from right. I know what I’m doing. I know what I want, okay?”

“And what is it exactly that you want?”

Jungkook stays silent, looking away. He swallows and then turns back to Seokjin, “Hyung, I know what I’m doing. I know it doesn’t mean anything, okay?”

“Good. Since it’s all just play, I’m sure you don’t mind going home,” Seokjin turns on his heels. “We’re leaving.”


Hoseok’s smirk drops as he catches the glare Jungkook directs his way, the younger boy’s eyes drifting to the significantly older man sitting beside him. Jungkook and Seokjin are paused by entrance, the older of the two leaning against the wall and texting somebody with quick fingers. He turns away from Jungkook as soon as the middle aged man beside him runs a hand along the side of his thighs, saying something in his ear that he musters up a smile for.

Jungkook’s mouth parts in surprise when Hoseok grins up at the grey-haired man, and pulls his face down for a kiss. He can’t take his eyes off the scene, especially not when Hoseok climbs into the other man’s lap and lifts his head up to give Jungkook a pointed look. There’s no smirk nor any sort of a mocking or teasing expression on Hoseok’s face, just brutal honestly, and it makes bile rise at the back of his throat.

He turns his head away, unsure of why the sight suddenly disgusts him. Seokjin eyes him carefully, before scoffing, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, “Told you.”

Jungkook chances another look at Hoseok, and grits his teeth at the sight.

Seokjin interrupts his thoughts, “We gotta wait, by the way, it seems like Namjoon extended his time with the whore.”

“So, can I go find someone else in the meanwhile?” Jungkook asks, anger and the desire for revenge burning through his veins.

“No,” Seokjin shakes his head, voice firm. “You stay with me.”

Jungkook protests, “Why not?”

“Because I said so.”

“You can’t stop me.”

“One more step into the building, and you’re never going to set foot into this club again, Jungkook,” Seokjin warns, but his voice is light as he blows smoke out of his mouth.

“You wouldn’t,” Jungkook gapes at the elder.

“Watch me,” Seokjin looms over his shorter form, hardened eyes daring Jungkook to a challenge. He leans away and snorts when Jungkook doesn’t say anything back, only stares back hesitantly, “I might seem harmless, but don’t ever make the mistake of crossing me, kiddo. One word of mine to Namjoon’s and you’ll be back on the streets, returning to your old ways.”

Jungkook gulps, feeling fear for the very first time in a long while, and then nods his head. He’s greeted with a tender ruffle of his hair seconds later, and he looks up at Seokjin’s face carefully.

“Hyung’s doing this for your own good,” Seokjin tells him, pulling him close and holding him there until Jungkook’s body relaxes against his.


“Namjoon said he’ll be here in ten minutes,” Seokjin announces, standing up from his crouched position and stretching his legs. “Fucking finally.”

Jungkook hums in agreement, leaning against the wall behind him, hands shoved into his jeans. His gaze roams across the room, following Hoseok who seems to have finally left the older man he’d been with earlier. His eyes remain fixated on the black haired man, and then his eyebrows furrow when the older man pauses where he is, turning to glance at Jungkook.

Hoseok stares back at the younger boy’s whose gaze he’d felt burning against the side of his head for the last 20 minutes. He takes a deep breath, and despite his mind screaming at him not to, he gives Jungkook a pointed look, and then shifts his head to the left just the smallest fraction, hoping Jungkook catches the gestures.

He maintains eye contact with Jungkook for several seconds, jerking his head again a little less subtly this time before turning and disappearing down the narrow hallway to his left. Hoseok can only hope the younger caught onto the little hint as he strides down the corridor and then slips into the men’s bathroom. He waits an entire minute, washes his hands, and even smiles at the other man in there.

His head snaps towards the door as it swings inwards after the man has left, and Hoseok feels a strange surge of relief and giddiness when Jungkook enters a little hastily and whispers, “I only have ten minutes.”

Hoseok nods his head, and drags the younger closer, before he makes a split second decision and turns to lead them into the stall. It’s a tight fit, the place not exactly mean to hold two people in at once, but they somehow still manage to lock the door. Jungkook stands there hesitantly, unsure of what to do, until Hoseok’s hands guide him to his groin, “What are you waiting for?”

Jungkook gulps, eyes fluttering close when Hoseok presses him against the door and gives him an open-mouthed kiss. Something snaps inside of him when the elder pushes up against his hand, rutting upwards and tugging at Jungkook’s earlobe with teeth, “Think you can get me hard again?”

He nods his head eagerly, pushing Hoseok back who grins at his enthusiasm, and hurries to unbutton and unzip the other man’s pants. Pulling the skin-tight leather down is a little harder, but Jungkook manages, grinning at the lack of underwear. Smirking, he turns to Hoseok, “Hand or mouth?”

Hoseok laughs at his playfulness, “I thought you were gonna blow me?”

“Mouth it is,” Jungkook announces, swapping their positions and pushing Hoseok against the stall door. He drops to his knees quickly, his feet hitting the toilet when he tries to fit fitter, and then looks at the elder for permission before gripping him. It only takes a few well-meaning tugs to get Hoseok to come to life once more, and Jungkook smirks, “I thought it took a lot to get you hard.”

“Nine minutes,” Hoseok reminds him, eyes closed and head leaning against the door, breathing a little faster than normal.

Jungkook nods his head even though Hoseok isn’t looking, and then envelopes the older, bobbing his head up and down systematically, taking a little more of the elder’s cock in each time. Hoseok’s hands come to settle in his hair, carding through the locks encouragingly as he eggs Jungkook to go faster.

The lack of time displeases Jungkook greatly, feeling a need within him to go as slowly as possible, extracting each whimper from the elder with care. However, he disregards the notion and ideas playing in his head, and focuses his attention on the man groaning above him.

“Oh, shit,” Hoseok curses softly, fingers tightening in Jungkook’s hair when the head of his dick touches the back of the younger boy mouth, his nose touching the elder’s navel. He purrs encouragingly, stroking Jungkook’s hair, “Yes, just like that, baby, just like that.”

Hoseok’s head bangs against the stall door as Jungkook continues deep-throating him with each bob, tears pooling at the corner of the younger’s eyes, and he can’t help the way a loud moan slips pasts his lips when Jungkook swallows around him. The younger boy pulls off for a second, before descending back down and starts to suck lightly at the tip, tongue digging into the slit.

Pre-come beads at the head of Hoseok’s member, and when Jungkook’s tongue swirls around his length, before licking at the underside vein, Hoseok’s thighs quake. The younger boy’s hands come out grip the quivering flesh, lapping again at the tip of the elder’s erection, before taking Hoseok in his mouth again.

Hoseok tries his best to be quiet, only letting Jungkook’s name slip past his lips softly a few times, also trying to curb down or swallow back his moans. He bites down on his lips hard enough to draw blood, but when Jungkook moans around his throbbing dick, the vibrations cause bursts of pleasure to shoot through his veins.

The pace Jungkook has set is faster than Hoseok had expected from him, but it’s still not quite enough for him. When the younger boy takes him in again, Hoseok’s the one to pull out first before thrusting back into the hot, wet heat. The younger boy picks up on the technique surprisingly quickly, staying still exactly where he is, and Hoseok thanks him in his mind before letting his hips move and starts fucking the younger boy’s mouth.

“Loosen your jaw,” he advises between soft moans, fingers tightening in Jungkook’s strands, and is pleased when Jungkook listens and does as asked immediately. He starts pushing in and out of Jungkook’s awaiting mouth once more, pre-come dripping from the tip and hips canting forward in quick succession. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Hoseok wonders if the pace set is too brutal for Jungkook, but at the lack of protests from Jungkook, he tries not to worry about it and opts to make use of their few minutes well.

Hoseok’s hip stutter as liquid heat pools in his abdomen, and he can tell-tale signs of his orgasm about to hit soon. He groans, thrusting faster, and when the younger boy moans around his dicks, Hoseok shouts, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He pulls out of Jungkook’s mouth just in time, the head of his cock making contact with the younger boy’s lips, before he climaxes, spurting ropes of white, hot cum. Hoseok jerks himself off to completion, and only once he’s pumped out every ounce of fluid does he remember to glance down at Jungkook. Hoseok curses again at the sight of Jungkook on his knees, the boy’s eyes tightly shut and face painted with.

“Shit, shit, shit, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” Hoseok exclaims, tucking himself back into his pants quickly, shuddering at the sensitivity. He reaches forward and yanks at the toilet paper rolls, hastily ripping a long strip off before he bends as much as he can in the space, and starts dabbing at Jungkook’s eyes. “Keep your eyes closed or they’re going to burn if anything gets in!”

Hoseok wipes the younger’s eyes quickly but gently, pressing the tissue against his eyelashes, all the while mumbling out apologies. He’s taken by surprise then when Jungkook starts to giggle as he lifts his hand away to grab more tissue, “Can I open my eyes now, hyung?”

“God,” Hoseok breathes out, and grasps Jungkook’s jaw in his hold, before kiss the boy roughly. Jungkook moans into his mouth, swirling his tongue around with Hoseok’s, until the older man pulls off and starts lapping at Jungkook’s face instead.

Something tugs in Hoseok’s heartstrings when the younger boy laughs again as he licks a stripe across his cheek, and he swoops down for another mouthy kiss. The combination of Hoseok’s tongue and the tissue paper get the job done a little faster, and when he tells Jungkook he can open his eyes again, the younger looks at him mischievously, “That was fun, hyung.”

Hoseok shakes his head in disbelief, but there’s a smile curled onto his lips as he helps Jungkook up and pushes his out of the still hastily, “Go wash your face and hurry! It’s been way past ten minutes!”

Jungkook rushes and does as asked, Hoseok leaning against the closed stall door, watching him. He shakes his head when Jungkook meets his eyes through the mirror and gives him a smirk. Jungkook gives him an unexpected kiss and a thank you on the way out, even though Hoseok’s not quite sure why. He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding once the younger’s out of sight, and then walks up to the sink, opening the tap to wash his hands.

“You can come out now,” he calls out loudly, reaching for the soap. “I know you’re there.”

An adjacent stall unlocks and opens up as soon as he does, and he raises his eyes to meet Taehyung’s, the younger boy giving him a sheepish glance, “Sorry.”

Hoseok looks away. “I should apologize instead.”

“I covered my ears, I promise!” The younger boy chirps, crossing his fingers and holding it by his heart. “I really did.”

The words make Hoseok laugh, and he shakes his hands to get the excess water out before moving to the dryer, “It’s fine, Tae. I’m sorry you had to hear that.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Taehyung shakes his hand. “It’s fine. Last customer, huh?”

Hoseok leans against the wall watching the younger boy step up to the sink after him, and then smiles, picturing Jungkook’s face, “Yeah, last customer. Of the night and hopefully forever.”

Taehyung turns to look at him at that, face crumpled, “Don’t go.”

“Sorry,” Hoseok reaches forward and ruffles his brown hair, eyeing the marks littering the younger’s neck. “But you’re always welcome to visit me when you want, you know.”

“But you’re leaving the city,” Taehyung frowns.

“Not yet I’m not,” Hoseok informs the other boy. “Hyung’s still here for a couple more months. You can drop by any time. Bring Jimin along, and I might even let Yoongi hyung stay over.”

“But what about after, huh? What happens after that? Do I never get to see you again?”

“Taehyung,” Hoseok’s voice is chiding but soft. “You know hyung’s been planning to leave for almost an year now. Plus, if you ever feel like getting away from here for a few days, you can visit me in Seoul, alright? I’ll leave you guys my address and phone number. And hey, if maybe one day, you decide you want to do something else in life and these four walls aren’t where you want to remain, then hyung’s door will always be open for you. Okay?”

Taehyung snorts, stepping around Hoseok to dry his hands, “I’m happy with what I do here, hyung. I’m satisfied with this work. And if I ever do decide to leave, then what I going to do by heading up to Seoul? You think they’ll want to hire a high school dropout? I’ll probably resort back to all of this, and if I’m going to, isn’t it better I stay here where I know I’m safe?”

Hoseok shrugs, “Your choice, kiddo. How about I take you and Jimin out for dinner tonight after you’re done? In celebration or in mourning, you can decide.”

A smile finally graces Taehyung’s features, “You think a dinner is going to make up for the fact that I might not see you ever again?”

Hoseok sighs, “How about a meal once a week every week until I leave?”

“Twice a week.”

The elder grumbles but smiles, “Fine, twice.”

Taehyung grins at him, before he turns around to exit the room. Hoseok calls out to him as he opens the door and it makes the younger boy turn, “Hey Taehyung? About what happened just now…”

“I won’t tell,” Taehyung gives a small smile. “It’s your last day, so it shouldn’t matter, but I won’t tell.”

“Thanks,” Hoseok gives the younger a grateful look. “I’ll wait for you and Jimin outside? Don’t want to stay here any longer than I have to, now.”

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