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It was a pretty calm day.
Minho was preparing the room for the next client to come in. He disinfected the massaging table and lit up a few candles as he took some oils out. He put them on the table as the secretary who was working there today opened the door of the room.
“The next client has arrived. I’ll send him to the dressing room and then back to you, okay?” she smiled.
“Yeah, sure. What is he getting?”
She checked the paper she had in her hands. “Face and back massages.”
“For how long?”
“An hour.”
He nodded. “Thanks,” he replied as she closed the door.
Minho loved his job. People often looked at him funnily when he told them he was a masseur, as if it was something that could not be expected.
Then, if they were feeling brave enough, some would ask (stupid) questions.
Did you always want to be a masseur? Isn’t it disgusting to touch the bodies of strangers? Is your partner okay with that?
Thankfully, Minho had learnt to pretend. Instead of showing that he was visibly annoyed by the way too repetitive questions, he’d put a deceptively sweet smile and answer.
I’ve always liked the contact, and I’ve been told I was good at giving massages. So I thought, why not?
We actively encourage the clients to come to the salon well-groomed. If they’re not, we can refuse to give them the massage and reschedule the date.
I have a very healthy relationship with my partner, thank you for asking.
It was tiring on the long-run, hence why he stopped caring so much.
Minho loved his job, and it was all that mattered.
He waited for the client to show up as he washed his hands. He heard the door unlock again as he dried the drops of water that were resting on his palms, his back facing the stranger.
“Hi. You can settle on the table,” he said, only then turning to meet the stranger.
He was surprised when he saw his face, his own falling. He was dangerously charming, and hearing the voice of the stranger didn’t borrow any of that charm.
“Hi!” he said excitedly. Minho might know why. He swallowed it down, and smiled back at the man standing in front of him.
“Hi,” he said again, making a fool of himself.
The stranger grinned before sitting on the table. He was in his boxers and a robe that the salon lent to the clients. However, the latter soon got removed.
Minho was professional, and yet, he couldn’t help but stare a little too much at the stranger’s shoulder blades and slightly defined back muscle as he sat down. He was hot, to say the least. If he looked more precisely, he could see nail scratch marks.
“I’m Jisung, by the way,” the stranger had said, looking above his shoulder to meet Minho’s gaze already on him. His smile got even bigger, in a way Minho didn’t know it was possible. But he could guess.
“Minho,” he courtly replied, a smile spreading on his lips too.
“Nice to meet you,” Jisung was blatantly hanging his hand for Minho to hold, the action drawing a chuckle out of the elder, but he held it anyway.
“You can put your head there,” he explained, his hands leaving Jisung’s to touch the massage table again, “and your arms can stay alongside your body.”
“Alright!” The guy was enthusiastically talkative, not that it bothered Minho.
With this type of job, he was used to making small talks with the clients he had, whether it was the lovely grandmas that came because of their back pain, or the young athletic boys that took an appointment because of muscle problems.
He lied down, his pretty face now out of sight, and Minho was secretly relieved. He didn’t know how he’d survive an hour without being able to kiss Jisung. He blushed at the thought.
So much for being professional.
He turned around, shaking his thoughts away as he started the timer. He grabbed the jojoba oil, and put some of the substance on his hands, warming it up before applying it on Jisung’s back.
A small ‘Oh!’ came out of his mouth, and Minho didn’t even notice the smile spreading on his.
He started moving his hands on the soft smooth skin of his back, wandering around and taking a new path each time. The only thing that could be heard was the instrumental music playing in the back, creating a relaxing ambiance.
That was until the boy beneath him talked again.
“For how long have you been doing that job?”
Minho laughed at that, professionalism quickly put aside. The question surprised him, and yet, it lit something in Minho; now, he just wanted to push a little, just enough to see where this was leading.
“Four years. Why?”
If he didn’t know any better, he’d think Jisung was trying to get to know him. Yet again, Jisung might just be embarrassed to have someone touch him like that, and his way to cope with this was being overly talkative. Minho thought it was cute.
“Oh, it’s just that… You’re so good at it,” Minho heard the words damn clearly although Jisung’s face wasn’t facing him.
Wait.
This might be better than what he was thinking of.
Maybe Jisung wasn’t trying to get to know him —the thought made Minho want to laugh again—, but perhaps, it seemed like he was trying to flirt with him.
Minho must admit, it had been a while since the last time someone had tried to flirt with him, the ring on his left finger preventing anyone that was interested in him from talking to him like that. And if it wasn’t because of the ring, it was probably because of his fiance himself.
Around the salon and the clients, it was rather known that Minho was a taken man; he had been for a while now. Yet again, he had never seen Jisung come here.
The fact he couldn’t wear any jewellery while working might have led Jisung on, but he didn’t want to stop it.
Ultimately, he decided on going along with whatever Jisung was saying.
“Oh yeah? I’ve been told I’m good at it, and at other things,” he replied, his hands pressing down on Jisung’s back. He firmly moved his palms from the top to the bottom of his back, stopping near his bum.
He heard Jisung gulp and take a moment to respond, which Minho was proud of. He continued his work, eyes quickly checking the timer.
Fifty three minutes left.
He unconsciously licked his lips when Jisung talked again.
“Um. And what could those things be?”
Minho was getting turned on, and he’d feel bad, he should, but flirting with Jisung was just too enjoyable to stop.
“Why don’t you come figure it out?”
His hands started to venture on Jisung’s side, a body part where he seemed to be excessively sensitive. His last sentence —and action— was enough for Jisung to let go, groaning lowly before getting up again.
He sat on the table, Minho was not even trying to hide how he was checking him out. Jisung held his hands and pushed him between his legs. Minho’s eyes drifted to the slowly growing bulge that could be seen through Jisung’s boxers.
One of his hands left Minho’s, the pad of his thumb soon releasing his bottom lip trapped by his teeth. He often did this without even realising, and Jisung noticing it brought him back to the moment. They looked at each other intently, lust ever visible in their dark eyes, almost burning Minho.
Perhaps, it did, as he felt his cheeks heat up.
The thing is, Minho was weak. Even weaker when it came to handsome men. The weakest when the said men were manhandling him.
The heat seemingly spread throughout his whole body as he understood that Jisung already knew it.
Jisung got up, and he was barely taller than Minho. But that didn’t even matter when he got the elder pinned down against the massage table. They switched positions, and Minho couldn’t help but find it funny.
The sudden change in pace made Minho squeak, and he sincerely hoped the door was closed, and that the secretary had some business going on.
He glanced at the timer again, the bright red forty seven minutes assuring him that he had the time to do whatever he wanted; that it was finally his turn to relax.
Soon enough, Jisung hands were on Minho’s blouse, undoing the buttons and letting it fall on his shoulders, leaving him with a tank top on. Jisung pressed his mouth on the bare skin, fading marks beneath it that were still there from the night before.
Thankfully, Jisung didn’t seem to mind them and kept it going. He removed Minho’s top pretty easily, now looking down at him. Minho felt hotter, correcting his posture, slightly arching his back so that he’d be closer and steal a kiss from Jisung.
But as soon as he started to move, Jisung’s hands were on his chest, pushing him down on the table, now completely lying down.
“Stay still, love.”
The words made Minho’s heart flutter, which translated into a moan. Jisung looked so hot, hair falling heavenly around his face, the movement of his arm going down to his pants. Minho was getting harder by the second, and it wasn’t as embarrassing as he thought it could have been.
Jisung’s hands met the waistband of his pants, while his eyes met Minho’s, waiting for an agreement. Minho nodded, but it wasn’t enough.
“Words, bun.”
Minho’s hips bucked into nothingness against his will.
“Y-Yes, please.”
Jisung deemed that enough of an answer, and he removed his pants and boxers all at once. Minho was now lying naked, overly exposed, but the thought excited him more than it repulsed him.
Jisung’s eyes seemed to shine, like a child’s who just received a gift on the 25th of December.
“So pretty for me.”
Minho had learnt to pretend with this job.
“Just for you.”
And maybe, Jisung, too, was a liar, a shiny ring on his finger as well. It sent shivers down Minho’s spine.
Jisung’s hands were now playing with his nipples, and Minho had to bite his lips harder to not let an obscene whimper escape. Jisung stopped his movement at that, looking straight into Minho’s eyes.
“Relax, baby. It’s just me.”
Minho knew it was a lie; that there was someone in the room right beside this one, and yet, the words helped. He let his red swollen bottom lip go, and Jisung bent over him, the notion of private space definitely gone.
He kissed him sweetly, so differently from how his hands were persistently gripping him. He trailed kisses down on his chin and jaw, finally stopping on his neck, just to leave a few love bites.
Minho’s hips moved again, searching desperately for friction, until they finally found it. Jisung’s chest was right above him, and he could not stop the movements once he had a first taste of it. To that, Jisung laughed, looking at him from beneath.
“You look so dumb, bunny. ‘Grinding on me like you’re in heat.”
The words made Minho’s throat go dry. Jisung was so hot. He was even more when he decided he had enough with Minho’s antics, and he pressed his hips against the table firmly.
He left his neck to go down on him, taking his sweet time on his nipples, leaving kisses and kitten licks all the way down to his pelvis.
Minho’s head was thrown back, not even looking at Jisung’s actions. He was at his mercy and far too gone to go against any of his actions. He’d take whatever the man was willing to give him.
He dropped a few more kisses, the pubic trimmed hair tickling him. Minho was now fully hard, and it was difficult for the both of them to ignore. But still, Jisung had another idea in mind.
He kept going down, his hands now grabbing his thighs, and Minho had to repress his body to move on its own. He wanted to be good for Jisung, he knew this was what it’d take for him to fuck him.
Or he hoped so, at least.
Minho didn’t even have the time to notice that Jisung’s mouth was already on his thigh, biting and licking them, leaving hickeys Minho knew he’d be able to see for days to come. He moaned softly at the thought.
Jisung seemed to like the pretty noises that were escaping him, since he redoubled his efforts, lips and teeth attacking the zone.
Minho was now leaking, and he couldn’t wait anymore for Jisung to touch him. He softly moved his hips, a sign that the younger man should give more attention to that zone instead.
Jisung raised a brow, completely indifferent to Minho’s requests. However, he did spread his legs more, the sloppy kisses getting higher on it.
Minho threw his head back, his eyes rolling on their sockets. Suddenly, Jisung’s mouth was not on him anymore, the air of the room slightly blowing on the saliva left by Jisung on his body. He raised his head, just to be met with Jisung staring directly at him; at it.
Minho felt himself clench, whether it was in shame or excitement, he didn’t know. He bucked his hips again, hoping that Jisung’s reaction would be different from before.
“Look at you… still swollen from last night I see.”
Minho moaned loudly. “Fuck me,” he begged.
Jisung tutted, and Minho stopped whining, his whole body alert to Jisung’s every move. He got up, and took one of the oils Minho had prepared before the seance, and got back between his legs.
Jisung was a sight to see, and Minho guessed he was, too.
He opened the bottle, and turned it down so that the liquid would fall on Minho’s legs. He then closed it and put it aside, his hands now spreading the substance all over his thighs, massaging them.
Funny .
Funny till Jisung put a hand on his own dick, slicking it too. Minho was envious, a cry leaving his mouth.
He didn’t have to say anything else that Jisung was back on his legs.
“Such a pretty thing,” he breathed, dropping a kiss between each word. “This is a view I’d want for life .”
Minho knew Jisung picked these words on purpose, but he couldn’t entertain him right now, his brain short circuiting at the praise.
Jisung finally got up, taking Minho’s legs and pressing them together. “Stay just like that,” he ordered, and Minho felt his cock leaking on his stomach as he understood what Jisung had in mind.
He should have guessed before, honestly.
The oil smoothing both of their skin, it was rather easy for Jisung to fuck his thighs. Low groans and mumbles fell out of his mouth as he started thrusting into the masseur.
Minho could only watch the head of Jisung’s cock appear and disappear right in front of him in pain, knowing that Jisung wouldn’t want him to touch himself right now.
“Jisung, please,” he tried again.
Jisung went harder by the second, moaning at the friction. After a few more thrusts, Minho knew he was close, so he spread his legs again, letting him go.
Jisung opened his eyes suddenly, looking at him as if he had forgotten he was even here.
“Fuck me,” he continued.
Jisung snickered before he took some of the oil with his fingers on Minho’s legs, before his hand came down again to slap it gently. Minho nearly jumped at the commanding words, “Turn around.”
Minho quickly got up just to lie down again, but this time on his stomach, his ass at the edge of the table. He then heard Jisung drop on his knees, his face directly facing Minho’s ass. Minho felt hot all over again; excited to finally get what he was waiting for.
Maybe he got even better when he felt Jisung’s mouth touch his hole, kissing it softly. He shivered and pressed himself against him even more. Jisung’s lips formed a grin at the feeling.
It was short lived, as Jisung’s tongue was now licking it. Minho’s hole was already prepped from last night, gorgeous, as if it had been waiting for Jisung’s tongue all day long. And maybe it had.
Minho whimpered when Jisung started fucking him with his tongue, licking around his hole and trying to go further in. The sounds were filling the room as Jisung hands were still grasping his thighs, probably leaving fresh marks above the one he had made with his mouth earlier. Minho's cock was resting against the table, fully hard it hurt, but Minho would be a liar if he said he didn't like it at all.
Jisung seemed to have noticed that as he kept teasing the elder. Minho pushed his ass more on his face, so that his tongue could do...
"More," Minho whined, knowing he looked pathetic at that moment. But he didn't care, not even a little, and Jisung didn't either.
His right hand massaged his thigh one last time, fingers pressing a pattern as they went up, resting on his cheeks for a few seconds before one was playing with his hole, alongside his tongue.
When Minho had asked more, he had hoped for more, but this would do for now.
Jisung's long finger easily found Minho's sweet spot, making the masseur jolt suddenly. This would definitely do for now. Minho wasn't even trying to hide the way Jisung made him feel, unable to stay in place. Jisung's finger thrust easily in him, the oil and saliva making his hole slippery.
"Shh, bun." Jisung said, pressing kisses on Minho's cheek while he added another finger. "You're doing so well."
His other hand soon left his other thigh, where it had been resting till now, just to approach dangerously to Minho's balls. As he was on his stomach, it was impossible for Minho to see what Jisung was going to do, and the idea thrilled him in all the best ways. Jisung could do whatever with him, and he'd have no say in that.
He felt a small pool of precum form beneath him, and he pushed harder against the table, chasing the friction Jisung couldn't (or was refusing to) give him. Jisung stopped his movements, and Minho could feel tears start forming in his eyes.
"Jisung," he whined. Jisung tutted, patting his thighs, silently asking him to turn back again. So he did.
Jisung had now beads of sweat on his forehead, his hair dampened because of it. Minho looked down to see the bottom of his face shining with all the substances he had to deal with. Minho felt a tear roll down as Jisung's palms massaged the top of his legs to his pelvis.
"You're so pretty," he bent to drop a few kisses on his oily skin again. "So obedient, baby."
The words made Minho shiver and buck into the air again, a cocky grin appearing on Jisung's face as he raised it. Minho looked down again, this time at his own cock, the tip of it being so red and wet. Jisung seemed to understand the unsaid words, but Minho knew that this wouldn't work. He could pout and do puppy eyes all day long, Jisung would wait for actual words.
He always did, after all, and maybe that was why he fell in love with him in the first place, years ago from today.
"I want you. Please," Minho moaned when he felt Jisung's hands spread oil on his chest, fingers massaging it till they found his nipples. "I want you, in me. Please."
Jisung’s expression didn't waver a single bit at the words. If anything, his smile only grew bigger. Jisung bent down to finally kiss him, and Minho couldn't care less that he could taste the jojoba oil tingle on his tongue. It was Jisung's, and he'd take whatever he was ready to give him. Anytime.
"Please, please Jisung. Touch me," he cried as soon as their lips separated.
Jisung leaned away, staring right in Minho's eyes. "You look amazing, bun. So good," he petted his hair, and Minho searched for friction only to have Jisung's hand pinning him down again. Another tear rolled down his cheek. "Shh, baby. You got me," he said, unwilling to ease the pain away from Minho's red tip.
With that, Jisung finally took his own cock in his hands, and put the tip against Minho's hole, which was slightly clenching against it, welcoming it. Minho had been waiting for so long, he wasn't even sure he'd last a second more. He might just come as soon as Jisung bottomed in him. The thought of his fiance's dick without a condom made him whine a bit more.
"It's okay, love. You're okay."
Jisung started pushing into him slowly, Minho barely even feeling it with the amount of oil that was on his entrance. Once he felt Jisung's testicles against his ass, he also felt Jisung's hands on his cheeks, wiping his tears away and kissing them.
"You're such a good bunny."
Eventually, Minho's hands found a home against Jisung's waist, trying to keep him grounded from Jisung's thrust. Soon enough, he picked up his pace, and the words finally hit Minho. He was close, so close , too close.
Jisung kept thrusting in him, in a pace that seemed more fitting for him than Minho, but the latter thought it was hot; the way Jisung would just use him. Jisung looked at him again, drinking his every facial expression, but Minho wouldn't notice, as his eyes were shut close.
Not even a second later, he tried to push Jisung away. He was about to come, and hard. He didn't even have the time to warn him that the liquid spurted between them, painting both of their chests with white drops. Jisung seemed startled, but then again, Minho recognised the familiar cocky grin on his face.
Minho closed his eyes as he felt hot all over, a shiver spreading throughout his whole body. It was the hardest Jisung had made him come in weeks, considering he didn't even touch him. Well, he did touch him, but not... him. Not where he had wanted him to.
The time he'd came down from his orgasm, Jisung was still fucking him roughly, his dick perfectly nestling against his prostate. He gripped his muscly arms.
"Please, Ji. Come in me," he begged, the feeling of oversensitivity washing over him.
"Yeah? You want your ass filled with baby bunnies?" Jisung said, and if Minho hadn't already come, this probably would have done the trick.
Right on time with Minho's moan, Jisung came in him, milking himself through it as he kept thrusting slowly into Minho. Jisung was everything, and Minho could not even recall how his life was before him.
He knew he was often emotional after sex, especially sex with Jisung, but gosh, he could simply not help it. Not when Jisung had come to his job, pretending he didn’t know him just so they could spend more time together. The definition of how the time was spent, however, was always changing.
Jisung was still in him, and yet he was looking down on Minho, his hands mingling the cum and oil together on his chest. Minho was a mess, and yet again, Jisung might love him for that.
He struggled lifting his arms up to put them around Jisung's neck, which made Jisung laugh at the sight. Thankfully, he had understood what the elder wanted, so he got closer to him and sealed their lips together. The kiss was sweet and filled with love, nothing like their previous interaction today. They both had enough with pretending.
Jisung broke the kiss to finally pull away, and Minho felt the cum fall down from his abused hole. He noticed Jisung hungrily looking at him, and it was now his turn to smile cockily.
"You're so hot, bun," Jisung whispered, only for Minho to hear. "Hot, and all mine."
Minho laughed as Jisung helped him sit again. "Sounds right, yeah."
Once they both caught their breath, Jisung helped Minho get cleaned up. Minho felt sore, but he wouldn't want it any other way.
Funny how he was a masseur, and yet, he'd get wrecked at work.
They both dressed back and disinfected the table, Minho only now checking the timer.
Two minutes and forty six seconds flashed in bright red light.
Minho scoffed, thinking back to how surprised he was seeing Jisung coming to his work not even an hour ago, pretending he didn’t know him just so that he could be his client.
For now, he got lost looking at the seconds flying by, but suddenly remembered that Jisung was still a client.
"You still got a face massage to do," he said mindlessly, eyes not moving away from the timer. However, they did when he heard Jisung laugh behind him.
"Then maybe ride my face or something."
Minho laughed with him, just like he'd do anything with him, cause well, that's what fiances are supposed to do, isn't it?
("Babe you can’t just come to my work and leave me unable to walk for the rest of the day," Minho had said as soon as he entered their home that night.
“Does that mean I can do it now, then?”)