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Chan really did not want to be here. He had no interest in suffering through an afternoon with a self centered pop star. But he did have an interest in paying his rent and not being blacklisted by the biggest record label in the country so here he was in the house of the nation’s, and the world’s if he was being honest with himself, favorite pop heartthrob Hwang Hyunjin who was currently standing by the window smoking and looking bored while Chan questioned all the life decisions that had led to his sitting on an obscenely expensive couch staring at the ceiling with his notebook and on laptop lying next to him both closed.
“Don’t just sit there,” Hyunjin said, breaking Chan out of his staring contest with the star’s completely unblemished ceiling. “Go on, write. That’s the only reason you’re here after all.”
When Hyunjin’s label hired him for this job, Chan had been told that he would be doing most of the writing on the song but technically Hyunjin had to be in the room and “helping” so they could put his name on the canned pop songs and keep up the illusion that the words sung–by what Chan as a musician legally had to admit was a phenomenal voice–were the singer’s own thoughts, feelings, and love. After all, when building a brand off the perfect boy for every girl to pine after, his music couldn’t just be impersonal lyrics and melodies designed for maximum radio success by professional songwriters who have never even spoken to the star. Although Chan had an incredibly low opinion of everything about Hyunjin from his bad boy womanizer image to his music, he had prepared to pretend to take his suggestions seriously while still writing something that was actually releasable. But it seemed Hyunjin wasn’t even going to bother to try to earn the writing credits his label was determined to give to him.
Chan did not care enough about this to put any effort into making Hyunjin join the writing process. He hated writing generic pop singles but those were what earned him a living meager as it was so he decided to play a bit with a song he had already almost finished writing in his own space beforehand not expecting Hyunjin to actually contribute anything meaningful to the writing.
He opened his laptop and notebook and began to work, occasionally messing with his guitar to rework a melody or test lyrics and using the terrible makeshift keyboard on his laptop.
Hyunjin must have started in on yet another cigarette because the scent of cigarette smoke was starting to reach Chan. Hwang was smoking by the window he had so graciously cracked a single centimeter but completely unsurprisingly that was doing nothing to keep out the smell.
“Can you put that out or at least open the window?” Chan ground out.
The star turned to him, eyebrow arched and a look on his face like Chan was dirt on the bottom of his shoe. “It is open.”
“Can you open more then?”
“No.”
Chan forced himself to take a deep breath. He wouldn’t get paid if he strangled the guy before the session ended. “The room didn’t smell like smoke when I came in. You obviously don’t usually smoke in here.”
“I don’t.”
“But today you are.”
Hyunjin smirked and cocked his head. “Why? Is it bothering you?”
“Yes.”
“It is? Pity.”
Great, Chan thought. He’s purposely stinking up the room is some childish attempt to annoy me. What a brat.
“Yeah you sound real sorry about it.”
Hyunjin hummed and looked out the window again. “Figures you would be uptight about smoking. I mean look at you. I bet you’ve never even smoked before.”
Chan forced himself to turn back to his work and not spit out that actually he did smoke occasionally but unlike some people he cared about his voice.
If Chan had been a rational person, Hyunjin’s attitude would have made him less stunningly sensual to Chan but unfortunately Chan was not a rational person; his annoyance did nothing to temper his attraction to him. There was a reason he was renowned as a heartthrob and no matter how much his music had annoyed Chan over the years, he’d never been able to deny that Hyunjin was utterly gorgeous with a bloody good voice.
He had actually gotten into somewhat of a flow, finally nailing down the pre chorus that had been eluding him for the last two days, when Hyunjin spoke again.
“So are you done yet?” he said. He must have stopped smoking at some point and wandered over to the couch across from Chan while he was focused on the chords for the pre chorus. “Because I have better things to do with my time.”
Chan grimaced, doing his best to ignore Hyunjin’s casual posture and trademark devilish smirk. “I’m almost done.”
“Great.” Hyunjin paused as if waiting for something. When Chan failed to provide whatever reaction he had been waiting for, he tutted. “Well go on then, dance, monkey, dance.”
“Excuse me?”
“Play it for me if it’s almost done.” Hyunjin spoke as if he was explaining something to a young child and not someone that was twenty-four to his nineteen or twenty, Chan wasn’t sure exactly how old the star was.
Chan reminded himself just how much he needed the money from this job and how storming out or killing Hyunjin definitely would not help him get paid.
He picked up his guitar. The song itself was pretty basic. The label had told him to write something with implied sensuality but nothing explicit enough to offend parents or hurt it on radio. He had written it for Hyunjin’s style and range so it wasn’t a perfect fit for Chan but his voice was adequate for the current task.
Chan worked his way through the first verse, singing to an imaginary lover the morning after about how good they had been the night before and how much he wanted them again––all extremely euphemistically of course.
He had just sung, “You’re so good for me, baby” when he noticed Hyunjin squirming.
“Feel so good wrapped around me,” he continued, actually watching Hyunjin now. He squirmed again, crossing his legs. His cheeks were flushed.
No way, Chan thought as he began the chorus rather on autopilot more than anything else. Who would have guessed that famous ladies’ man Hwang Hyunjin wasn’t the epitome of straightness the media made him out to be. Hyunjin was still squirming, breaking eye contact with Chan and making a not so subtle attempt to adjust himself.
Chan smiled to himself. It appeared Hwang Hyunjin was human after all and how could Chan not test just how far he could push him.
For the rest of the song, he abandoned his carefully euphemistic lyrics, becoming more and more explicit as he serenaded his imaginary lover.
Hyunjin had started breathing shallowly and biting his lip as he continued to squirm in his seat. His gaze burned holes in Chan’s skin. If Chan had to guess from watching Hyunjin react to his improvised lyrics, he’d say the guy had a bit of a thing for praise, a theory that was too good not to test.
“Just like that, good boy,” he sang.
Hyunjin squeaked and damn if that didn’t go right to Chan’s dick.
He finished the last few lines of the song in a blur, resting his guitar on the couch next to him after he finished and meeting Hyunjin’s burning stare. “What’d you think?” he asked.
His expression was a poor imitation of his haughty stare from earlier. “It was fine I guess. Passable.”
“Was it now?” Chan raised his eyebrows at Hyunjin.
“Yeah,” he breathed.
“Seems to me like you liked it a little better than just fine.” Chan’s gaze flicked down to the obvious outline of Hyunjin’s dick in his sinfully tight jeans.
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Stop being a brat,” Chan said.
Hyunjin whined so softly Chan almost didn’t hear. He shifted again in his seat, the heel of his hand subtly pressing down on his cock.
Well wasn't that interesting. Chan’s own jeans were getting uncomfortably tight.
“Hyunjin, come here.”
“No.”
Chan gave him an unimpressed look.
The star gave a half hearted performance of annoyance as he slowly rose from his seat, his legs resembling a new born colt’s. He made his way across the room until he was standing in front of Chan.
“See that wasn’t so hard,” Chan said.
Hyunjin rolled his eyes.
Chan decided to leave that be for now and instead patted his thighs.
Hyunjin glanced down at Chan’s lap, looking a little unsure of himself.
“We can stop if you want,” Chan said.
“Don’t stop,” Hyunjin rushed out.
“So you want this?” Chan smirked up at him, leaning back on the couch.
Hyunjin glared at him. “Don’t make me say it.”
“You have to say it otherwise we can’t keep going.”
“Fine! I want it,” Hyunjin spat.
Chan smiled at him and patted his lap again.
Hyunjin made to sit on Chan’s lap but Chan grabbed his hips and gently turned him so his back was to Chan and pulled him down so that his incredible ass was pressed up against Chan’s uncomfortably hard cock and his legs were on either side of Chan’s.
“Good boy,” Chan murmured into his ear.
Hyunjin shivered, grinding back on Chan.
“You can’t tell anyone about this,” Hyunjin breathed.
Chan scoffed. “Who would I tell? Don’t flatter yourself.”
Hyunjin whined as he continued to circle his hips on Chan’s making his dick scream with the stimulation. “You’re so mean.”
“Me?” Chan asked incredulously. “I’m mean?”
“The meanest,” Hyunjin confirmed.
Fine, Chan thought. I’ll be mean.
He grabbed Hyunjin’s hips to still them. With his other hand, he pulled Hyunjin tight to his chest. “You know,” he said when Hyujin began to complain. “I still have a little work left to do on the song I’m afraid. But I know how you can make yourself useful.” He gently lifted the star off his lap, and threw a pillow from the couch down to the floor before lowering Hyunjin onto it so that he was sat between Chan’s legs. His usually flawless face was flushed and his hair was slightly mussed. “There we go,” Chan said. “Now the prince’s precious knees won’t get hurt.”
Hyunjin looked up at him, a helpless confusion decorating his face.
“Does the prince need to be told what to do?” Chan said, slightly mocking.
Hyunjin flushed even deeper, with anger or embarrassment Chan couldn’t tell. He shook his head quickly and opened the button of Chan’s trouser and drew down the zipper. When he pulled back Chan’s boxers and his hard dick sprung out, he glanced up at Chan with wide eyes, before glancing down at his dick again. “That’s supposed to fit in my mouth?”
Chan tried to ignore the surge of pride in him at the awe and horror in his tone. “What’s wrong? Never done it before?”
Hyunjin squirmed and looked down at his hands.
“Oh you haven’t, have you? Don’t worry, you won’t be deepthroating it, we wouldn’t want to fuck up that gorgeous voice now would we?” He wound his fingers into Hyunjin’s hair and forced the younger to look up at him. “You’re going to use that pretty mouth to warm my cock while I work on your song and you’re not going to stop until I tell you to or unless you hit my thigh three times like this.” He tapped Hyunjin’s shoulder with his other hand three times quickly to demonstrate. “Do you understand?”
Hyunjin nodded.
“I need explicit consent, Hyunjin,” Chan said lazily.
“Yes, okay yes!” His exasperation was delicious but Chan still sent him a warning glance before guiding his mouth onto his cock using the hand in his hair.
There was nothing quite like the smooth, wet, heat that surrounded the head of Chan’s cock. He hissed as he pushed Hyunjin down further until he gagged slightly. He released his grip on his hair to pet the top of his head gently. “There we go, such a good boy, good little prince. Just stay like that while I work on your song for you.”
He pulled his laptop next to him on the couch and set his notebook down on his thigh right near Hyunjin’s head. He hummed slightly as he worked. He wasn’t really doing much. Changing one small lyric here, one chord there, but all that really mattered was that he was making Hyunjin sit there and stew in his desire while warming Chan’s cock. Hyunjin’s warm breath came in short puffs and Chan paused every once in a while to stroke the top of his head.
“Should always write like this,” Chan mused. “You’re so much helpful on your knees, using your mouth to contribute rather than be a nuisance. Is this why your team always brings in songwriters? Would rather put a cock or a cigarette in your mouth than use it to write lyrics?”
Hyunjin squirmed and whined, his eyebrows furrowing at Chan’s words but Chan just hushed him and squeezed his shoulder in warning. “You’re okay, baby, just let me work.”
He pretended to work for maybe ten more minutes, trying to ignore the increasingly inviting heat of Hyunjin’s mouth. Eventually Hyunjin settled, just like Chan knew he would, resting his head on Chan’s thigh and only once trying to sneak his hand in between his legs to stroke his surely achingly hard dick. A quick yank of his hair and immediate moan from Hyunjin corrected him and made him drop his hand. But otherwise, for such a brat, he was extremely well behaved. Gazing up at Chan with wide innocent looking eyes, just waiting to be set free but also sinking into the trance of warming Chan’s cock. His wide eyes became more and more vacant as the minutes ticked on until finally when Chan pulled him off his cock, he blinked lazily at him as if confused why his treat had been taken away but too docile to put up a fight.
Chan pulled him up off of his knees and back onto his lap so that he was sitting sideways on Chan’s lap. “Tell me, Hyunjin, do you have a bedroom in this place?”
Hyunjin nodded frantically, so eager to please compared to his previous persona.
“Well, would you care to show me where it is?”
Hyunjin leapt up from Chan’s lap and took him by the hand before he began leading him through the obscenely large house and up a wide staircase to a bedroom that easily could have fit Chan’s bedroom in his apartment four times over with space left to spare.
While he was bold when leading Chan, Hyunjin suddenly grew shy when he reached his room. And when he got shy, he got bratty.
“What are you going to do?” he demanded of Chan. He was clearly trying to sound bored or unimpressed but just ended up sounding a mixture of shy, defensive, and desperate instead. “Just stand there?”
Chan was over the whole bratty act by now. He picked Hyunjin up, threw him over his shoulder, before marching over to the bed and tossing the star onto it. He slowly climbed up on the bed after him, enjoying the way Hyunjin backed up into the massive headboard as he approached.
“I was planning on eating you out,” he said conversationally as he crawled up Hyunjin’s body, stopping to let his face hover over the youngers’. “I was going to make you come on my tongue, and then on my fingers, and then, if you earned it, on my cock.”
“We can do that,” Hyunjin rushed out.
“But now,” Chan continued as if he hadn’t spoken. “I’m thinking you need someone to spank your ass until you cry, until that perfect tight ass of yours is all pretty and red.”
“Aww, don’t look so worried,” he lifted a hand to trace Hyunjin’s face. “I won’t hurt you too bad.”
“All I’m worried about is that I won’t be able to feel anything,” Hyunjin said lifting a challenging brow.
“Oh really?”
“Really,” Hyunjin said. “Seriously am I supposed to be scared of you or something?”
Chan leaned back to stand on his knees, bracketing Hyunjin’s legs. “Well in that case, strip.”
“What?”
“You heard me, you were the one worried you wouldn’t feel anything. So strip.”
A flicker of doubt crossed Hyunjin’s face before he glared back defiantly and began to shuck off his clothes. First his shirt then his ridiculously tight jeans. The doubt returned when he was down to just his boxers. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and glanced up at Chan.
“That’s a good boy,” Chan reassured him. “Go on.”
With that last bit of praise, he pushed his boxers off, still slightly covering his crotch and his achingly hard cock with his hands.
Chan tutted at him and removed the offending hands before sliding to sit on the edge of the bed and pulling and pushing Hyunjin until he was arranged lying across Chan’s lap with his ass in the perfect position for spanking.
Chan traced a hand lightly over Hyunjin’s ass. “So pretty like this.”
The younger squirmed at the compliment. “Did you get me like this just to marvel at my ass or are you actually planning on spanking me?”
“Oh, baby, so eager to be spanked. Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need.” Before Hyunjin could protest that he actually didn’t need to be spanked, it began.
The first hit held nothing back. Chan’s hand landed heavily on Hyunjin, making his body shake slightly and him cry out with the shock and pain of it. His cock jumped against Chan’s leg and Chan could feel a slight dampness on his trousers from where the head was leaking.
“Count, Hyunjin, or I’m starting over.”
Hyunjin twisted slightly to look up at Chan as best he could. “How many are you going to do then?”
“That’s for me to know, you just focus on counting, okay baby?”
“Okay.”
“Good, since you didn’t count that last one, we’re starting over so you’ll count this next hit as the first.”
Hyunjin groaned but it turned into a moan as Chan’s hand made contact with him once again. “One,” he said quickly after.
“Good boy.” Hyunjin’s cock jumped again. “All you have to think about is counting and making up for your behavior.” His hand came down again.
“Two,” Hyunjin groaned.
“Three, oh, four. Please it hurts so much!”
Chan chuckled, his hand slightly burning from hitting so hard. “Do you need to stop, Hyunjin? Tell me stop or red and we stop. Is that what needs to happen?”
Hyunjin shook his head slightly.
“I need words, Hyunjin.”
“No! I don’t want to stop!” Hyunjin forced out.
“No, you don’t”
“Five!”
“Because you love it,”
“Six!”
“Because you know you deserve to be punished so you can be a good boy,”
“Seven!”
“Who would have thought, you being such a slut for praise but still needing to be a brat because you’re a pain slut aren’t you?”
“Eight! Nine! Ten!”
Chan’s hand was really starting to burn but he didn’t care. He reached out to wrap a hand in the hair at the nape of Hyunjin’s neck and yanked his head up. “Aren’t you?”
There were tears in Hyunjin’s eyes and he was struggling a little to breathe. Chan couldn’t hide the way the image of it made his dick twitch and Hyunjin could probably feel it but he didn’t comment on it.
“Aren’t you, Hyune? A pain slut.”
“I am,” he gasped. “I am. Please, Chan!”
Chan was pretty sure that Hyunjin didn’t even know what he was begging for at this point. He released his hair and rubbed a soothing hand over his bright red, warm ass. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you what you need.”
His hand came down on Hyunjin but he didn’t speak. His hand returned to that long black hair and he yanked Hyunjin’s head up once again.
“I’m going to give you one chance to fix this.”
Hyunjin’s eyes widened, “Eleven, that was eleven, please don’t start over.”
“Good boy. Here comes another, keep counting.”
“Twelve!”
Chan switched hands.
“Thirteen! Fourteen!”
Chan put all his strength into his hand and slammed down.
“Fifteen!” Hyunjin sobbed out.
He immediately switched to rubbing circles into the red, heated flesh. “Such a good boy. Behaved so well for me. Counting so nicely so we didn’t have to start all over again.”
“I’m good now?” he asked, his voice slightly vulnerable.
Chan tutted. “You were always good. You just needed a little help bringing it out is all.” He pulled Hyunjin off his lap and set him down on the bed, noting his tear stained cheeks and little hiss as his ass made contact with the silk sheets with satisfaction. With Hyunjin sitting up against the head board, completely bare, his throbbing hard cock was impossible to ignore.
“Poor baby,” Chan cooed, reaching out to tap the weeping head. “Someone’s been neglected, haven’t they?”
Hyunjin nodded vigorously and lurched towards to touch only for Chan to quickly withdraw. “Please!”
“Lube?”
He nodded towards a bedside table. “In the first drawer.”
Chan retrieved the tube and made quick work of squirting some on his fingers and warming it up before crawling up the bed to sit between Hyunjin’s legs, forcing them to spread wider and making the younger squirm. “I’m sure you can stand a little longer without a hand on your cock, right? You do want to be good don’t you?
He looked down at Chan’s lube slicked fingers and nodded hesitantly. “I’m good.”
“I know you are, baby.” He wasted no time, made no ceremony in getting a finger inside of Hyunjin, making the star gasp when he was breached. “There’s we go, that’s it. Just sit there and take it.” He fucked his finger in and out, feeling the muscle around him struggle to accommodate just his finger. After a minute or two he added a second finger and began scissoring and stretching his fingers.
He purposely avoided hitting Hyunjin’s prostate, watching as the star squirmed on his two fingers begging for more stimulation, more friction, more anything.
“So greedy,” Chan said. He put on a thoughtful expression. “Do you want more?”
Hyunjin nodded with his whole body. “Please!”
“Play with your little nipples for me then, baby. They look so lonely and it’ll keep your hands from going where they shouldn’t.”
Hyunjin gave him an odd look. “Play with my?”
Chan withdrew his fingers much to Hyunjin’s distress and looked the younger up and down. “My you really haven’t done much before have you?” He took Hyunjin’s hand in his and guided it to his nipple. “Like this.” He moved the boy’s hand in light circles around his nipple before reaching up with his other hand and pinching the bud with his other hand. He released his hand. “Now you.”
Shy at first but slowly gaining confidence, Hyunjin’s hands began to rub and pinch and pull his his nipples, causing little gasps to escape his mouth.
“I can’t believe you’ve never played with your nipples before,” Chan said. “It’s okay though. You’re making up for it.” He pushed one finger back into Hyunjin and then a second, fucking in and out of him but still avoiding his prostate.
Hyunjin arched his back as Chan added a third finger. “Please, please, can we, can you . . .”
“Can I what?”
The star looked at him bashfully through his lashes, so far from the brat that had been giving him hell just an hour ago. “Can you kiss me?”
Part of Chan just melted then and there. “Sure, baby, I can kiss you.” He leaned forward, not stopping the movements of his fingers inside Hyunjin and kissed him. Slow at first but quickly gaining pace as the kiss continued. Hyunjin was shy in asking but not shy in reciprocating as me met Chan with equal energy, forcing Chan to bear down on him and fully try to dominate the kiss. The star quickly relented and allowed Chan to take total control over his mouth.
Eventually Chan had to break the kiss for air and he pulled his fingers out of Hyunjin.
“Condoms?” he asked before Hyunjin could protest the removal too much.
“Same drawer.” He nodded his head in the direction of the nightstand. “Hurry please.” He was still playing with his chest, probably would keep going until Chan told him to stop.
Chan retrieved the condom and rolled it on quickly. He would never say it aloud but he was just as eager as Hyunjin for him to be inside of the younger. He applied some more lube and locked eyes with Hyunjin as lined himself up with his entrance, body hovering over him.
The feeling of pushing in, the relief of it, was indescribable. He had to keep an iron hold on himself just to stop from coming immediately. To distract himself he leaned in again for another fierce kiss, nearly bruising Hyunjin’s lips with his eagerness.
“So fucking tight,” he murmured against his lips. “Figures given that you’re practically a virgin.”
Hyunjin huffed. “M’not a virgin.” He did his best to pout but a moan quickly broke through his façade. “Harder!”
Chan slowed down to barely a crawl, fucking into Hyunjin with deep thrusts. “What’s the magic word?”
Hyunjin rolled his eyes. “The magic word is fuck me harder before I die of old age.”
“Fucking brat,” Chan muttered. He leaned back and slapped Hyunjin’s dick, hard. The younger yelped, his hands leaving his nipples and shooting down to protect his cock.
“What the hell was that for?” he demanded.
“Act like a brat, get treated like one. I would’ve thought that spanking would get the message across but apparently you’re a bit thick.”
“Hey!”
Chan had stopped moving when he slapped Hyunjin but he began moving again then, still slowly. “Well, anything to say to me?” He grabbed Hyunjin’s hands and held them against the mattress above his head.
“If I apologize, will you actually fuck me?”
Chan chuckled and lifted his hand that wasn’t holding Hyunjin’s down. “You want to test that?”
Hyunjin eyed his hand nervously. “Okay I’m sorry for rolling my eyes and being a brat.” He flexed his hands under Chan’s as if testing his hold. “Please fuck me hard and fast until I can’t walk tomorrow.”
Chan smirked down at him. “Much better.” He picked up the pace, slamming into Hyunjin but still avoiding his prostate as best he could.
They fell into a rhythm, Chan fucking fast and deep into Hyunjin and Hyunjin meeting his thrusts while his hands remained up by his head.
“Good boy,” Chan said as Hyunjin worked to meet his thrusts, panting and writhing.
Hyunjin moaned loudly in response, one of his hands returning to his chest. “Please, Chan, please, please, more!”
“So polite,” Chan panted. “Well, since you asked so nicely.” He shifted the angle of his hips slightly.
The reaction was immediate. Hyunjin arched halfway off the bed and shrieked. “What the hell was that?” he demanded.
“Your prostate,” Chan replied, trying not to let the effort show in his voice as he continued at the same angle, nailing Hyunjin’s prostate on nearly every thrust. “You say you’re not a virgin but really you’d think this was your first time getting fucked.”
Hyunjin swallowed and looked away very suddenly.
“Oh it is?” Chan slowed down slightly to really look at him. “And you’ve been so good for your first time, haven’t you? No whining about it hurting, no fear, such a good boy.”
“I’m a good boy,” Hyunjin babbled slightly senselessly. He was starting to lose himself to the pleasure of it all.
Sensing that he was really on the edge Chan picked up the pace once again. “Don’t come without permission.”
Hyunjin stared at him with wild, wide eyes. Chan just smirked back at him and flipped him on his stomach, pulling him up onto his hands and knees for better leverage. The room, probably the whole second floor, was filled with the sound of their two bodies meeting. Hyunjin shrieked and cried and begged as Chan fucked him into a frenzy. With this new position, his cock drove in deeper, hit his prostate more directly. It was all Chan could do to keep up and keep himself from coming.
“Please, please, please,” Hyunjin shrieked. “I need to come, please let me come.”
“Hold it in just a little longer, baby, be good.” He encircled his arms under Hyunjin’s body and pulled him up so that his back was flush against his chest. Hyunjin gasped at the new angle. “So good,” he murmured against his ear, blowing cool air over afterwards just to see him shudder.
He finally wrapped a hand around Hyunjin’s aching, red cock, making the younger seize and writhe in his grip. He jerked him hard and fast with a sure grip. Hyunjin sobbed with relief at his touch. He reached back around Chan, clawing at his sides and begging to come.
“Go ahead, baby,” Chan whispered. “Show me how beautiful you are when you come.”
“Thank you, thank you,” Hyunjin babbled. He gripped Chan’s hips so tightly that Chan was pretty he would have bruises there come the next morning. With a final shriek he came, cum leaking through Chan’s fingers as his finger kept moving over his cock.
Chan paused momentarily to flip Hyunjin around and let him fall gently back onto his back. His cock slipped out in the process, but as soon as he got the star back into position, with one leg over Chan’s shoulder, he shoved back in. Hyunjin cried out at the sensation.
“Please, it hurts!” he screamed.
Chan slowed his movements. “Are you red?” He gripped Hyunjin’s chin, forcing him to meet his eyes. “Cause we can stop.”
Hyunjin shook his head.
“No? Then what stoplight color are you? Red, yellow, or green?” Hyunjin tried to look away but Chan’s grip on his chin was firm.
“Green,” he mumbled.
“What was that?”
“Green!” he cried out. “Green.”
“Good boy.” Chan released his face and picked up speed again, slamming into Hyunjin and reaching down to fondle his spent cock. Hyunjin sobbed and writhed, trying to escape the sensation but also refusing to back down and ask Chan to stop. “Such a little pain slut,” Chan groaned, panting slightly.
“Please!” He probably didn’t even know what he was begging for anymore but Chan still nodded.
“I got you, baby.” He finally released into Hyunjin, the condom only forming a thin barrier between the two of them. He kept fucking gently into Hyunjin as he came, babbling to him about how beautiful he looked when red and well fucked. How much prettier he was when he was crying and barely able to speak.
He sighed when he was all finished and gently slipped out of Hyunjin, rolling the condom off his cock and tying it off. He put the condom aside and wrapped his arms around a still crying Hyunjin so that his back was to Chan’s chest. “You’re okay, we’re all finished and you were such a good boy for me. Did everything I needed you to, were absolutely perfect.”
His sobs slowed down and his breathing became more regular as he melted back into Chan. “I need to piss,” he said after a few minutes of cuddling. He craned his neck to look back at Chan. “You?”
“Nah I’m good.”
“I’ll be back,” he promised as he extracted himself from Chan’s grip and made his way to the ensuite across the room.
With Hyunjin in the bathroom, Chan took the opportunity to look around the room. He hadn’t really had the chance to take it in before seeing as he had been so wrapped up in Hyunjin.
“What’s this?” He reached for a black notebook that was sitting on top of the bedside table that he hadn’t noticed before.
He couldn’t help his curiosity and began to leaf through the pages. They were all covered in the same messy scrawl. He read a couple pages and couldn’t believe his eyes.
Lyrics. These were song lyrics. Maybe they were poems but the occasional hooks and patches of melodies dotting the margins made him pretty sure these were lyrics. Even more shocking, just from a quick glance most of them seemed fairly solid. Maybe even good.
“Oh,” Hyunjin had come out of the bathroom and he was standing in the doorway, staring at Chan or more accurately staring at the book in his hands. “I didn’t realize I’d left that out.”
“So it is yours,” Chan said. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He tried to keep the slight hint of betrayal out of his voice.
“Did you read it?” He still hadn’t moved out of the doorway.
“C’mere.” Chan patted the part of the bed next to him.
Hyunjin didn’t move.
“I did read it,” Chan admitted. “Just glanced at it really. I didn’t see anything personal, I promise. Now c’mere so I can cuddle you again.”
Something in that seemed to dislodge Hyunjin and he finally moved from the doorway to the bed. He fell back into Chan’s arms, nuzzling his head under his chin and taking the book from him.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Chan asked again.
Hyunjin shrugged. “Would you have listened? You’d already written me off the second you walked in the door today. Probably long before that. Not to mention my label’s written me off. They like giving me writing credits but they’d die before they gave me any creative control.”
“I didn’t write you off,” Chan lied.
“Yes you did,” Hyunjin said. “You like so many other writers that the label brings in see that I make music for teenage girls and you assume that means everything I make is shit and not real music which is misogynistic bullshit by the way.”
“Hey okay I like your music actually.” He gave him a small squeeze.
“But you still didn’t think I’d actually contribute anything useful did you?”
“No,” Chan admitted. “I didn’t.” He hummed and ran his fingers through Hyunjin’s long dark hair, making him shudder slightly. “Is that why you were being such a brat? You knew I didn’t have good expectations and you decided to give me hell for it?”
Hyunjin shrugged again and sank a little further back into Chan. “Couldn’t make things too easy for you now could I?”
“I mean you could’ve,” he played at being thoughtful. “But then we might not have ended up here.”
“Oh we would’ve.” He spoke with absolute confidence.
“Would we now?” Chan asked playing with the waistband of Hyunjin’s boxers with one hand. “Slut.”
Hyunjin craned his neck to look up at him. “You’re one to talk. You came on to me. I was seduced.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Chan stared at the black notebook still in Hyunjin’s hand. “You know I was telling the truth when I said I didn’t read much of it, but what I did see was pretty good. I bet we could work with something in there together instead of the song I was working on earlier. We could lie to the label and just say we need some extra sessions.”
Hyunjin kissed the place where his chin met his neck. “Yeah I think I’d like that.”