El Dorado (1/2)

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Title: El Dorado Author: TBA Genre: Smut, Drama, Suspense Rating: NC-17 Kinks/Warnings: Top!Soo, sexual content, bondage, light Daddy!kink, filming of a sexual act without prior knowledge Length: ~13,600 words Summary: Kyungsoo, CEO-to-be, hopes to find paradise in the utter destruction of the son of his father’s rival in the business world. He met Jongin in person for the first time at one of the boy's father's business parties while downing martinis as waiters passed with armfuls of drinks for the fanciful guests. Jongin was about five years younger than him, the son of the CEO of his father's rival company in the competitive stock market, and he had a habit of looking like he was always either excited or annoyed but still surprisingly classy. Pinky-lifting type of shit. Soft cheeks from one too many éclair off the snack bar or cream from his Daddy's golden plates. He didn't even think of wiping his mouthing before speaking to people, powdered sugar dusting the edges of his plump lips. It painted a picture not too suited for excellence. Despite the alcohol and looking permanently pissed off, Kyungsoo considered himself rather handsome. He had slicked back black hair that night and a loose, black tie that he'd been yanking at all evening while pinching the bridge of his nose. Jongin, somehow, barely filled out his suit. Jongin bumped into people all night. It was painfully obvious which one of them was superior in every way. This was not how Kyungsoo had imagined the heir to Kim Kwanghee's empire to be. Baekhyun was never one to care for subtleties. Blinded by his own ego and selfish desires, he spoke loudly and boisterously at the restaurant, making his way through his second plate of oysters. Kyungsoo kept to a pathé, wiping his mouth every once in a while to substitute for his urge to wipe Baekhyun's, which was coated with oil and bits of rosemary. "He's been cheating the market for too fucking long," Baekhyun went on, having mumbled the same thing for over an hour. "Father built everything up from the ground, but he had everything handed to him. Dirty tricks and black-market favours. Kim Kwanghee is the most rotten man in the game. He sabotaged father and got away with it. He stole our clients." Kyungsoo nodded, the image of his father with dark eye bags and a receding hairline making his gut pinch. The past couple years had been hard. No matter what Kyungsoo had done for the company, they were always outmaneuvered by Kim Corporations. Kyungsoo had watched as his father had withered away from stress and adrenal failure, while Kim Kwanghee had blatantly gotten away with everything from embezzlement to fraud. "We have to crush him," Kyungsoo said simply, putting his knife and fork down. He couldn't taste the food when his stomach was so upset. He couldn't feel the wine in his blood with all the anger coursing through him, cancelling it out. He was, for the lack of a better word, blinded. "I want every last hope he has left in this world to be gone and I want his legacy destroyed." Baekhyun grinned finally, happy Kyungsoo was on the same page. He raised his glass of wine, waiting for Kyungsoo to do the same. Kyungsoo grabbed his in less than a second, finally feeling his stomach unwind. "And the best way to attack a man's legacy is--" "Through the legacy's future." Ruin him. Those words rang through his head the entire night whenever he caught sight of the taller man. Out of the corner of his eye. Head-on. Just looking at him made Kyungsoo shake with anger. He was so careless and had such a carefree air about him that Kyungsoo couldn't bear to think about the fact that this was where the future of Kim Corporations rested. He looked like he hadn't worked a day in his life. He didn't seem scared about the future like him and Baekhyun were. He was spoiled rotten. The way they met was most unconventional, but he couldn't say he hadn't planned it to pan out that way. Jongin had been hovering around him for the better half of an hour, seemingly intrigued by finding another young person at a senior networking party whom he had never seen before. Feeling himself biting at his tongue, Kyungsoo focused on Jongin's tie, which was obviously a clip-on. Did he give no fucks about his reputation? Or was it that he had no idea how to actually tie a real one? Kyungsoo had at one point decided to head outside to the balcony and, curious as Jongin seemed to be, he had followed him. Not immediately, of course -that would have been weird- but a few paces behind, tugging at the hems of his sleeves in anticipation and anxiousness. He looked like a schoolboy, though the image Kyungsoo had painted of him in his mind prior to observing him had been vastly different. He'd expected more of a Don Juan, a glint in his eye to match his tall frame and handsome features. When Jongin had finally gotten himself out on the balcony, he was greeted with the sight of Kyungsoo with his pants open, dick whipped out and pissing right into his father's petunia flower bed. Kyungsoo fancied it a good conversation starter. Jongin seemed to be so taken aback by the sight that he squeaked, almost tripping over himself as he tried to propel his legs backwards. He saw Jongin flinch, but the smaller man still made no effort to stop his streaming piss and address the fact that there was actually someone watching him. "Let a man take a leak in peace, yeah?" He mumbled, a smile curling over his lips as he watched himself kill the green sown from Kim labour. "Unless you're into watersports. Then we might be able to work something out." Seemingly having no idea what the man was talking about, Jongin stood frozen by the balcony door, as if wondering if it would be more awkward to slip back inside or to stay and explain himself. Not that there was much to explain. Jongin was an entitled shit and he did whatever he wanted. He was a pompous asshole with a silver spoon melted into his tongue. Of course he considered it his business when Do Kyungsoo, renowned business mogul and a pretty big deal in South Korea, pissed on his flowers. Jongin had to know exactly who he was. In the midst of trying to work out his next move, Kyungsoo turned around and tucked himself back in, raising a brow when he picked up on Jongin's appearance up close. It was almost too ridiculous. It was downright abhorrent that his father and their company was currently being bested by that thing. "They let middle schoolers attend these parties?" He asked with an upturned lip, hitting a nerve with the younger, who pouted almost instantly. What an unbecoming habit for a future CEO. Then again, there wasn't a thing about Jongin that wasn't unbecoming. "I have a job," the boy said. Even his voice sounded ridiculous. He sounded fifteen, like he had only barely hit puberty, and Kyungsoo dug the nails of his fingers into his palms in annoyance. "Then what's your business here?" Jongin seemed a little downtrodden at the notion of Kyungsoo not knowing who he was, and it made Kyungsoo's head sing with joy. He wondered how Jongin liked having his pride stepped on like that. It was how his father had stepped on their pride for years. "My dad..." Jongin started, having the decency to blush. "I'm Mr. Kim's son." "Of course you are," Kyungsoo said after a bit of a pause, the mocking tone still pacing his words for good measure. Jongin looked so weak and pathetic standing there in front of him. He sure was underwhelming compared to what Kyungsoo had imagined every time their numbers had been beaten by Kim Corporations and the young CEO-to-be. Their finance sector clearly didn't even know the first thing about scalability of a business; nor the minimization of human involvement to directly profit its benefactors. Kyungsoo knew all of that by heart. He'd learned it back in fucking business school, sweating through his MBA. "Oh, why did I pee on his flowers?" Kyungsoo lifted his head, smiling. Jongin didn't look too happy. He looked kind of upset. Because your dad can go fuck himself. He's causing me and my margins grief. He can really just take his fat fist and shove it up his own ass. Then shove it up yours, too, while he's at it. "Wasn't sure where the toilets were. Didn't think anyone would notice." Jongin bit his bottom lip. He was embarrassed that he had noticed. It meant Kyungsoo knew that he'd been watching him. He was so easy to read Kyungsoo was starting to doubt the existence of his competence. "Why did you notice? Were you captivated by my handsome face and desired to seek me out?" "What? No," Jongin fumbled, cheeks reddening substantially, but only enough to just barely give him away, the result of being taught restraint and having feelings beaten out of him long ago. Kyungsoo knew that demeanor. "You just--...you aren't like the other guests." "Oh?" "You don't look bored out of your mind. You seem so full of energy...I guess it was just nice to see someone my own age here." Except Kyungsoo was older. Way older. And there Jongin was, looking like a lost schoolboy forced to attend his Daddy's party. His nails were all different lengths and he still had a smidge of chocolate at the corner of his mouth. "Well, good for you," Kyungsoo replied, walking closer. Jongin tensed up notably and Kyungsoo only barely contained his victorious smirk. Jongin was either intimidated or smitten. Or both. "Though, I must admit, had I known someone so cute was going to follow me outside, I would have saved the pulling my pants down bit for a later 'rendez-vous'." Jongin blushed again, red and flustered and almost sweaty-looking. So Jongin liked being complimented. That was interesting. Kyungsoo could accommodate to that. "Or are you not that kind of guy? I could go with flowers instead. A pretty rose for a pretty face. To make up for my soiling of your garden, of course." Jongin almost smiled, his hands fiddling with each other as he looked down at Kyungsoo's much smaller stature. This was easy. Too easy. He swallowed, wondering if he'd grown paranoid with age. "Well, I do like flowers." Kyungsoo smiled. He'd already set up the camera in the corner near the bathroom where the gaudy green wall met the art deco patterned one. All he had to do was get Jongin there. He'd spent the whole night in their mansion, and he felt like it was all going to pay off. He just needed the scandal. The scandal would be the key to his whole operation. "I have some flowers, actually, if you'd like to come with me," Kyungsoo said, amused by how quickly Jongin's face lit up. "Flowers for me? Here?" "Yep. Inside." Now, that didn't sound creepy at all. Luckily, not all of Jongin's social antennas were in working order. Kyungsoo motioned for him to follow him, and soon he and Jongin were wandering down the halls of the mansion, the noises from all the guests dwindling into the distance. Jongin looked cautious, and Kyungsoo didn't blame him. It would just make things a little more difficult. "So, Jongin, what kind of food do you like?" He asked, already having deduced that Jongin was quite a fan of food. "Food?" "Yes, food. This is called casual conversation. Do you like escargots? Or are you more of a sweet tooth?" Jongin hesitated before answering him, seeming to stop in the middle of the hall. Kyungsoo groaned internally, but stopped with him. They'd get to the bathrooms eventually. Calm down. He just had to amuse Jongin until then. He could improvise; he'd taken fucking drama in high school. "I dunno...I kind of like everything, I guess?" He paused, gnawing on his bottom lip again. "Do you think it's stupid if I mostly like sweet things?" Kyungsoo walked back to him, wondering if the camera angle could pick them up from there. He just needed a smooth opening and he'd be in. Maybe Jongin was the type who needed a little warming up. Maybe he was cautious around strangers and wouldn't take kindly to advances made in private. Kyungsoo decided to step more carefully. He didn't fuck up a lot, but he had to compensate for human error on Jongin's part here. "Not at all. In fact, I think that's kind of cute." Contrary to how Kyungsoo assumed Jongin would react, the latter frowned this time. "This is like...the third time you've called me cute tonight," Jongin mumbled, but he didn't look dismayed. The twinkle in his eye told Kyungsoo the opposite, despite the sulky frown. Maybe he was embarrassed. Maybe he had low enough self-esteem to have the decency to not believe him. Or maybe he was offended by the effeminate praises; Kyungsoo didn't know. "I just say it how I see it," Kyungsoo said with a shrug, cringing at his own words. He wanted to punch and blow himself for how this was going, simultaneously. "Would you rather I call you ugly?" Jongin rolled his eyes, but kept on walking. Kyungsoo breathed a sigh of relief, letting himself sneak an arm around Jongin's waist. Jongin stiffened slightly, but kept walking, looking straight ahead. There was no way Jongin wasn't into him. He didn't have to be there with Kyungsoo at all, but he was, tucked into his arm. "You know, I always get this strange urge to kiss cute things...it's quite inconvenient, really." Jongin halted, staring up at him. They were right in the middle of the camera range. If things went smoothly, Kyungsoo could have it in the bag before the speeches even began. The taller boy looked half surprised and half nervous, his fingers fiddling with his shirt hems. Again, unbecoming. "Are you asking if you can kiss me?" "I'm not asking," Kyungsoo corrected, but made sure to insert a smile. In the next second he had leaned in to Jongin's face while shoving him up against the wall, smiling at him and holding his chin. Jongin didn't move away, instead tilting his head down to give Kyungsoo better access. His mouth opened and closed like a goldfish, and Kyungsoo grinned at the thought of the camera before leaning in and sticking his tongue down Jongin's throat. Jongin choked slightly, lifting his arms up to hold Kyungsoo's shoulders and shivering when the older licked over his teeth with his tongue. He pressed closer to Jongin, making sure to apply pressure wherever necessary. Jongin was already gasping. He just had to get Jongin to beg for him. Beg for him to go further. Then maybe he wouldn't have to have sex with him. With the mess of a corporate worker who didn't belong anywhere near all the success he had. The let-down of a CEO's son who was supposed to be his equal. Nauseating kid. Jongin pulled away first, panting into the stuffy air and looking down at him with a blank expression. Kyungsoo just kept smiling and tried to dip in for a second helping, but Jongin opened his mouth to speak before he could. "You tricked me with the flowers just so that you could hook up with me?" He asked. His voice was calm and soft, so Kyungsoo assumed he wasn't offended. He felt like Jongin's blood was probably buzzing under his skin, his lack of experience quite evident in his movements. "Maybe," Kyungsoo admitted. He had it all on camera anyways. He had enough now to cause at least some grief to Kim Corporations. "I can still get you the flowers, though." "Oh yeah?" Jongin questioned. He didn't believe him. Kyungsoo laughed, pulling Jongin away from the wall and over to a small table beneath a large painting. He ripped a bunch of peonies out of their flower pot, handing them over to Jongin, who gaped. "Those are my flowers! You can't give me my own flowers," Jongin said, bewildered. "Now they're ruined!" Well you can't invite me to a party full of my own former clients and call it networking, Kyungsoo spat at him inside his head. He'd never wanted to punch someone so much in his life. What a lowly hypocrite. He was spoiled and entitled and oh god, Kyungsoo hated him so much. He couldn't wait to see the betrayal on his face when he showed the whole world Jongin's penchant for being overpowered by a man at his own party. Their homophobic former clients were sure to love that. Jongin would lose at least half of his shareholders. Or maybe gain a creepy Grindr message or two from some older businessmen. Either way, Kyungsoo would reap the benefits. His identity was concealed by the angle of the camera, and the money would trickle back to him naturally. Scandals always made way for disaster. Usually it resulted in bankruptcy, like that CEO of Subway who had kiddie porn all over his computer. Eyes on the prize, Kyungsoo calculated that his interactions with Jongin had gone on for long enough. He pretended to receive a phone call while watching the boy prop the flowers back, slipping out to the gallery and subsequently out of Jongin's life. At least physically. He'd be tormenting him forever, after all. Nullifying his future. Bad wine and chewy tenderloin the next day already set Kyungsoo up for failure. Baekhyun sat across from him, anticipating his report with a victorious air already about him, but Kyungsoo was either a perfectionist or something had struck doubt into his head big enough to disregard all of last night's accomplishments. "It's not enough," he started, hearing the desperation grip his voice like how he'd always hoped it wouldn't. It was a big move, and one he couldn't take lightly. If he did it wrong, it wouldn't only affect him, but his entire family. Baekhyun was desperate enough to not care, and he was desperate enough to care too much. "What's not enough?" His brother asked, but Kyungsoo knew he was just playing dumb. He didn't want to wait, and he understood that more than anyone. "It was just a fucking kiss. They'll get back up from this. I have to take it further." He sipped the sweet wine and regretted his decision the next second, watching Baekhyun's patience wear thin. "I know what you're thinking," he added, quick to catch Baekhyun's attention. "I know you think we're out of time, but we're not. Because I know how to ruin him beyond repair, and that's more precious than any time we'll lose. Trust me on this." "It's been five years, Kyungsoo. I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of losing." Baekhyun's way of telling him this better pay off. A green light. "I hate them as much as you do," Kyungsoo assured him, gripping the small bug camera tight in his pocket. "I'll avenge us, but I'll do it right. Better than we originally intended." Baekhyun squinted at him, but Kyungsoo could practically see his gut clench in excitement. He didn't blame him. Finding out where the fuck Jongin went when he wanted to have a good time was probably the most difficult thing Kyungsoo had had to do so far. His partying days long behind him, he had to grasp at the coattails of some of their mutual acquaintances to find the debauched, private, Cîroc-owned club Jongin liked to frequent. Then there was the matter of figuring out when he was physically there, only to then deduce when he was there with the intention of being taken home versus when he was only there to drown in enough alcohol to forget about the free market collapsing in on itself. Unsurprisingly, Jongin seemed to mostly appear there for the latter reason, and Kyungsoo almost ripped his own hair out in frustration as the recluse hovered by the bartender the whole night and kept answering nondescript phone calls. By the fourth hour of his fifth night visiting the club, Kyungsoo paid the bartender to cut Jongin's reception, then watched him crawl deflated and moody into the crowd of sweaty people with his head hung low. Kyungsoo let the music guide him as his fingers crept the edge of Jongin's hips before he leaned his head on his shoulder, smelling the day's work wafting off of him. Jongin didn't tense until he looked behind himself, his eyes suddenly more alert and his legs itching to move away out of instinct. Kyungsoo knew this, so he kissed the nape of his neck, tracing an innocent enough hand forward to stroke his stomach. "Fancy seeing you here," he whispered, trying his best to mimic the other times in his life that had ended with him getting laid, and keeping a firm reminder to not seem desperate. "I didn't know you came here," Jongin said, confused but not confused enough to keep from turning around. Kyungsoo just smiled, reaching a hand up to stroke his sweaty hair and pull him down, lips dancing the circumference of his mouth before shutting him up, tongue spilling in to do the dirty work. He just had to go with his instinct, at this point. He had no fucking clue what Jongin liked, but the little gasp as he sucked a bruise into Jongin's fat bottom lip spurred him to run his hands from their position on his hips down to the swell of his ass. The response was clear and immediate: Jongin liked this. A small moan melted into his mouth as Jongin pressed further against him, hands hesitant on his shoulders as he let Kyungsoo lead the kiss. He had to make sure he portrayed that this wasn't a bad idea. Sure, he was 'drunk', but Jongin probably trusted him to have enough of a sound mind about him to not potentially fuck up his career in one sweeping motion. Technically, he did. "I want you," Kyungsoo pulled away to whisper into his ear, trying not to sound too mechanical. Jongin probably wouldn't notice anyways, too busy being self-obsessed and listening to his own words. If Kyungsoo had been less angry, perhaps he'd have been able to get hard and use his erection to press against Jongin's thigh in a silent notion of urgency. He only prayed he'd be able to get it up soon enough. "I want to fuck you into my bed tonight." What he lacked in physical prowess he seemed to make up for with dirty-talk, because Jongin let him guide him out the back door away from the throng of people and into his expensive Tesla, automatic doors coming in handy for once in his life as he stumbled in the backseat and hissed at his driver to take them home. The urgency came across and Jongin seemed confounded, but Kyungsoo just let him think that he wanted him so bad he was almost wrecked, palming Jongin's crotch the entire way home and kissing his sweaty neck. Jongin was rock hard by the time they fumbled alongside the elevator ding that ejected them straight into Kyungsoo's city loft, the sleek floors proving dangerous for Jongin's newly shined shoes as Kyungsoo maneuvered him past the open kitchen and into the dimly lit bedroom. Dimly lit, of course, to conceal the gleaming lens hiding within his bookshelf. Jongin was whining by this point, too. Kyungsoo couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this much power. Power that came in the form of Jongin falling on his back and releasing the most undignified sounds as Kyungsoo sucked on his nipples through his business shirt. Wet circles betrayed what he had just done, cooling gently against Jongin's hard nubs as Kyungsoo moved to undo the boy's leather belt. "Wait," Jongin voiced, and Kyungsoo had brief images of himself whipping Jongin across the face with his own belt to shut him up. Instead, like the gentleman he was, he pulled back, eyes softening in concern. Jongin reached up to touch his own wet nipples through his shirt, eyes averted and face matted with a deafening flush. "I-I probably shouldn't. I mean, I know who you are." Ice settled in Kyungsoo's stomach as the prospect of Jongin ruining the entire video became very real. He couldn't let himself be incriminated. He leaned down and kissed Jongin again, hoping to suck out his protests and and replace them with pleas. "You're...a son of the Do family, right?" Kyungsoo grunted, almost giving himself whiplash as he sat back and stared directly at the camera. He could just cut out that part. Start after the good shit had begun. It didn't matter. "My father has been struggling because of you guys." Your father has been struggling? Kyungsoo almost snorted, but managed to reign it in. Jongin had to be acting innocent. There was no way he didn't know of his father's rotten behaviour. Jongin himself worked for the finance sector. He was a part of the reason why Kyungsoo was in such deep shit. He was the venom in the poisonous bite of his father, spreading and eliminating what was left of Kyungsoo's dignity. Kyungsoo sucked in a forced breath and shoved Jongin back down on the bed, pinning his arms over his head. Jongin stared up at him with wide, glassy eyes. He could smell the faint chocolate off of Jongin's lips. It seemed to be in his nature to be an addict. "We're not our fathers," Kyungsoo whispered into his mouth, leaning their foreheads together. He remembered how much Jongin liked praise, and quirked the side of his lip up as he stroked Jongin's face and decided to try his carefully crafted seduction. "Plus, you look so pretty right now. I can barely hold myself back from ravishing you. Jongin--" he murmured, hearing a satisfying moan from the younger boy. "Please let me have you." Truthfully, he wouldn't have guessed that Jongin liked it up the ass in the beginning, but every detail leading up to Jongin arching his back and leaning his head into the mattress at the same time, left Kyungsoo certain and with a stark feeling of victory. Jongin was so easy. All he needed was a few pretty words and a handful of prodding touches, and Jongin was putty in the palm of his hand. He unbuttoned Jongin's crisp, white shirt, trailing his hot tongue down his skin behind it and settling on a hardened nipple that he'd paid attention to earlier. He swirled his wet muscle around it, letting his lips come down to aid him by latching onto the nub and sucking ever so gently. Again, Jongin moaned with abandon, his lip quivering as he gazed up at Kyungsoo with half-lidded eyes, practically begging. "You like that, hm? You like that, baby?" He could almost feel Jongin's cock hardening further at his words, straining against his pants next to Kyungsoo's knee. "You're so sensitive. It's so precious..." "Feels so good," Jongin moaned, his voice high and broken. "When you-- it feels...ah..." "Yeah." Kyungsoo sucked on Jongin's nipples in turn for a while before he finally felt himself grow hard too, biting down on one to punctuate who was in charge. Jongin whined, turning limp. Jongin liked being overpowered. His cock was wet and leaking through the fabric of both his boxers and pants, and that in itself was enough footage to have Kim Corporations damned for the foreseeable future. "Please," Jongin whimpered, eyebrows knotted. Tears seemed to build up in the corners of his eyes and Kyungsoo felt embarrassed for him. How shameful. Kim Jongin was wrecked and begging under him. The Kim Jongin who was supposed to become CEO; the pride and glory. "If you don't stop...i-if you don't stop I'm going to--" Kyungsoo ignored him and kept sucking on his nipples, grinding his hips down ever so slightly. Jongin sounded delirious. He sounded almost worried. Kyungsoo focused on licking him up until he felt the boy spasm under his fingers, rolling his eyes back and bucking up with his hips. He whined desolately, twisting away from Kyungsoo, and it wasn't until Kyungsoo saw the dark spot on Jongin's pants grown considerably darker that he realized what had happened. "You came in your pants," Kyungsoo murmured, more a statement of amazement than anything meant to tease him. Jongin was beet red and full of shame, refusing to look Kyungsoo in the eyes. It was more than understandable. "You came without me even touching you." "I haven't been intimate with people that much. O-of course that would happen..." An almost-virgin? "Oh, baby. You should have told me." "I didn't want you to stop. I...it felt so good." Kyungsoo allowed himself to smile, staring down at the mess that was Kim Jongin flushed and sweaty and in a pool of his own come. Kyungsoo considered himself lucky. He liked being dominant in bed, and Jongin fit his comfort very easily. This, he knew. He knew how to take charge. He knew how to be a good boss. He knew the ins and outs of power. He was the epitome of everything Jongin was not-- everything he strived to be. "I can make you feel even better, baby boy. Will you let me? My cock is aching to be inside you." He grabbed Jongin's hand, placing it over his clothed erection. Jongin swallowed hard, but didn't pull away. He seemed to try to get a feel for the size with tiny movements of his fingers; movement that could almost have passed for twitching. "You make me so fucking hard." Jongin flinched at the curse word and Kyungsoo noticed, shifting back to his saccharine lilt. "Let me fuck your pretty hole, angel. I'll make you feel so good." Jongin gasped and lifted his arms up, tightening them around Kyungsoo's neck, and holding him close. Kyungsoo smirked into his shoulder. Jongin was too shy to say yes outright. He was hesitant and cautious but he knew what he wanted. What his body begged for. Kyungsoo kissed his damp skin and undid his own pants with one hand, pulling his hard cock out. He was almost there. He was almost ruining Jongin. He was the almost-first and only cock Jongin would ever have, and he was going to take all of him for himself until there was nothing left. Jongin would give him everything and he'd gladly take it, only to never give it back. He leaned away to grab for a small tube of lube from his pants pocket on the floor. Jongin had grabby hands and he whined when he left him for a few seconds, motioning for him to come back. Kyungsoo did, kissing Jongin's nose and assuring him that he was such a good boy and so patient and beautiful. By the time he had two of his fingers coated in jelly and began to touch the outer ring of Jongin's entrance, his own cock was red and pulsing between his legs. Jongin was groomed and twitchy and he held his legs up obediently while Kyungsoo slowly sunk the first finger in. It was a tight fit. Jongin clenched on him and seemed to have a hard time relaxing, while Kyungsoo rolled his eyes internally at how slowly he'd have to prepare him, making sure Jongin trusted him completely and wouldn't back out last minute. At least the struggling was hot. Jongin was moaning at the novel feeling, eyes trying to lock with Kyungsoo's every second as if begging for approval and guidance. Kyungsoo tried to provide him with it as much as possible, but by the time he had his second finger in and he was fucking Jongin on them with his palm slapping against his fleshy ass, Kyungsoo could barely do anything but imagine himself plowing deep into him and fucking him open while being unable to stop. "A-ah...ah!" Jongin cried out, grabbing at Kyungsoo's shoulders for support. "You must have fingered yourself before," Kyungsoo whispered into his ear, taking care to lick the lobe on his way there. "That's probably how you prefer being pleasured, isn't it? You need something stretching you open. Can't feel satisfied unless something is thrusting into your ass." Jongin moaned loudly again, the words seemingly magic and making him even more messed up than before. Kyungsoo leaned down to kiss him, making Jongin spread his own cheeks open for him and staring down hungrily. "Your Dad has tried to set you up with women before, but Jonginnie doesn't want that, does he?" He murmured, kissing the corners of Jongin's lips. "Jongin wants a big, strong man to take him from behind. He wants to be bent over on all fours with cock pounding into him, but he's too shy to ask for it. So he begs with his eyes while he bites his thick lips. Begs for a man to take him home and have his way with him." Jongin was a crying mess when Kyungsoo finally slicked up his cock, lining the head up against his thoroughly stretched hole. It was pink and puffy and just waiting to be split open properly. Jongin whimpered and whined and was so obedient and just begging for Kyungsoo to dirty him. Disgustingly, Kyungsoo hadn't been this turned on in years. "Here I go, baby," he panted into Jongin's ear, too turned on to care about how he sounded. Jongin was still tight and almost impossible to breach, but the tip slipped in ever so slightly before being forced back out again. "Take me like a good boy," he cooed, picking up on Jongin breath hitching in pain while he tried a second time, putting more force into his thrust. It was successful, and Kyungsoo couldn't hold back from pushing right in to the hilt, his left hand still holding Jongin's, their fingers laced together in a sticky, scorching hold that he wanted out of. He kissed Jongin's shoulder, inhaling sharply at the ecstasy of being gripped so tight inside Jongin's body. The future CEO of his rival company was currently drooling while stuffed full of his cock, and his own ego had never been so big, so positively cocksucked. "Good boy," he whispered a handful of times into Jongin's ear, stroking back his sweaty bangs from his face. All he had to do was ensure that Jongin didn't back out. He wanted to record himself coming on Jongin's face, covering every inch of his flushed skin in semen. He wanted to record Jongin climaxing from just his cock, showcasing exactly how weak he was and how much he loved it up the ass. "You're doing so well. I'm all inside you now. Does it feel good?" Jongin nodded weakly, busy gripping onto Kyungsoo's shoulders while he adjusted to the feeling of being fucked. Kyungsoo was patient with him, stroking his face and kissing a few stray tears that leaked out of his eyes. Jongin's cock wilted slightly at the pained breach, but when Kyungsoo rocked ever so gently into him, it twitched back to life. "Oh," Jongin exclaimed, eyes rolling back into his head. Kyungsoo had him now, smiling down at his lost face. His whole body was flushed. "Oh." "That's right, baby," Kyungsoo pried, kissing into Jongin's slack mouth as he began to move, thrusting into the squelching opening which was overly slick from excessive lube, vaguely reminiscent of fucking a thoroughly wet pussy. His loins slapped against Jongin's thick ass, making the most lewd sounds fill the otherwise quiet room. "You're so good at getting fucked." "I'm so good at getting fucked," Jongin replied mindlessly, making it sound more like a question than a confirmation. Kyungsoo smiled down at him, noticing his hazy eyes and loving the effect he was able to have on the taller boy. He sucked on Jongin's warm tongue, pressing at his nipples with the pads of his thumbs. Jongin was completely gone in pleasure, relaxed unconditionally for him and letting his body be twisted and turned at Kyungsoo's leisure. Kyungsoo reached an experimental hand down and spanked Jongin hard on the ass. Jongin yelped, but clutched Kyungsoo's hand tighter. Kyungsoo concluded that he liked it. He slapped him again, enjoying the blooming pinkness left in the shape of his hand. His skin was warm and soft, just like all of him. Jongin almost arched into the touch, making Kyungsoo thrust faster. Jongin's words were broken and clipped, but Kyungsoo could clearly make out what he said when he opened his mouth. "A-ah-- please! Dad-Daddy--" The first thing Kyungsoo did was halt, stopping with his hard cock deep inside Jongin, leaned over him close enough to feel his breaths on his face. Jongin's eyes were wide, like he didn't believe it himself either. He covered his mouth with both hands, gasping. Regrettably, cute. "Oh god-- I didn't mean that! I won't know what came over me! It was just a joke--" "Jongin, it's okay." "No it's not!" Jongin turned away from Kyungsoo, breathing picking up. To Kyungsoo's horror, his cock almost accidentally slipped out of him in the process. "I just...that word makes me feel good somehow," he heard, trying to lean closer to listen. Jongin was speaking so quietly. "I can't help it. It just came out because it felt right or something, and...please don't be mad at me." Kyungsoo snickered, unable to hold it back. It was too good to be true. He figured he'd blown it all now and would have to sprint out of there with the camera in tow, but Jongin's cock twitched slightly against his stomach and his cheeks reddened even more, if possible. "Don't laugh at me," Jongin pleaded, his eyes glassy. This boy was supposed to be his fucking rival. "If you don't want me to laugh at you, why are you getting hard?" "I'm not--" Kyungsoo shut Jongin up with a deep kiss, reaching down to touch the wet tip of his small cock. Jongin moaned dutifully, grabbing his shoulders tight again. "Sh, it's alright. I'm just teasing. It was really brave of you to tell me. Must have taken a lot of courage." "Yeah?" "Yeah. I don't mind being called Daddy. Do you want a reward? Hm, Jonginnie?" Kyungsoo could feel Jongin get weak again, small and comforted and fiddly with his sweaty fingers. He nodded enthusiastically. Kyungsoo retreated from him, sitting back against the headboard. "Come sit on my lap," he said, reaching a hand out to beckon him over. Jongin obliged more than eagerly, letting Kyungsoo help him climb onto his lap and cling his arms to him. Jongin was heavy and Kyungsoo wanted to roll his eyes at him. He was so shameful. Such a large fuck and an unparalleled mess with so little prompting that Kyungsoo felt a bubbling laugh fighting to come out of his throat. A hysterical cackle. "How does Daddy's cock feel pressing against your ass?" He asked, sliding his dick between Jongin's still slick asscheeks. He tasted vengeance and disgust on his tongue, focusing on how wrecked Jongin looked in his lap, his hair all over the place and his face red with effort. Jongin moaned as predicted, but he reached back to keep Kyungsoo's cock away from his hole. "Kyungsoo, I...I'm scared--" Kyungsoo almost bit his tongue bloody as another mention of his identity slipped out. A wave of images of him choking Jongin to silence helped him calm down. "--I don't know if I can do this. It's so embarrassing. I mean, I want it...I want it so, so bad, but...you're you and I'm supposed to be professional. Our fathers would--" Kyungsoo gave quick but painful slap to Jongin's ass, shushing him right up. He held Jongin's face in his hands, speaking softly and sweetly to him while guiding his cock back to where it was supposed to be. "You're not supposed to be doing anything, Jonginnie. Except maybe take my cock like the good, little boy you are. Aren't you a good boy? Hm? Haven't you been saving yourself for me?" Jongin seemed to feel Kyungsoo's erection grind up against him again, hot and hard. He rocked against it ever so slightly, telling Kyungsoo everything he needed to know. "Daddy's cock wants to be buried inside you, you know. You're such a sweet boy. So sweet you magically make me stand so proud and tall for you. You don't like the pressures of the big, corporate world, do you? You don't need to think about that with me, baby." Jongin's eyes were closed again. Kyungsoo could tell how much pleasure he was feeling. Could taste how much he wanted it. His thighs quivered against Kyungsoo's, his hand reaching down to lace their fingers together again. For someone so pathetic, Kyungsoo had to admit he was kind of cute. In a really pitiful way. "I-I need it. Kyungsoo--" "You can say it, baby. Don't be scared to say it," Kyungsoo growled, annoyed at Jongin's repetition of his name. He'd have to do so much fucking editing and it would compromise the legitimacy of his whole project. "Address me properly if you want my cock." "O-okay, Daddy." He helped Jongin down on his cock, sliding right back into the wet heat like it was his first time all over again. It was still so hot and tight. He didn't understand how a male could feel so good inside. He didn't understand why he was so much closer to coming than he'd ever been. The excited boy in front of him was pressed flush against his chest, trying his best to ride Kyungsoo's cock, and Kyungsoo almost had to stop him, afraid of coming already. He wasn't done having fun. He wasn't done exploiting Jongin. Yanking Jongin off, he shoved him away only to kiss him deeply and inconspicuously trying to angle him in a nice view of the camera. Jongin whined, but Kyungsoo pinched his thigh and told him to touch himself. "Say you're a good, little slut for Daddy," Kyungsoo hissed, feeling slightly vindicated because of his current predicament. He, too, snuck a hand down to jerk himself off, watching Jongin blush with sweat all over his upper lip. "Tell me, baby." "I'm a..." Jongin paused, and Kyungsoo saw his cock twitch, his ears reddening following suit. His tan hand looked so gold stroking the heated skin of his cock, sweat dripping down his philtrum. "I'm a good, little slut for Daddy." "You gonna come for me?" Kyungsoo grunted, speeding up his own hand and watching Jongin sneak his index finger down to his hole, as if jerking off wasn't enough and he needed more. The slide of Jongin's digit inside had Kyungsoo biting his lip in anticipation, his breath hitching as he rubbed one out to the image of his rival pleasuring himself to climax. "G-gonna-- gonna come for you," Jongin panted, throwing his head back and the sound of skin slapping deafening as the both of them ejaculated onto each other; Kyungsoo all the way up to Jongin's chest and Jongin on his knees. The afterglow was heavy but palatable, Kyungsoo reaching out his hand to rake it through Jongin's sweaty tresses. Jongin looked blissed out, eyes hooded and still catching his breath while Kyungsoo tried to bring him down. He heard his phone ringing in the distance, but ignored it. "Was it good?" He asked quietly, observing Jongin's changing expressions and running a few teasing fingers up the boy's thigh. Jongin laughed, more like a giggle, and turned away from him. Kyungsoo could see him nodding, and smiled to himself. "That good, huh?" "Wasn't bad," Jongin mumbled, busy wiping come off his stomach and checking on some of the pink handprints Kyungsoo had left of him. Urging Jongin to stay, Kyungsoo threw his arm around him, pressing himself close. "Don't make me miss you so soon," Kyungsoo whispered into his ear, stroking an expert hand down the boy's arm. He was so warm. "Stay." One | Two