Special birthday oneshot for Yeosang!
Sorry it took so long to finish...

A rich boy sat in his room one evening, laying on his expensive massage chair scrolling through his phone. On his computer screen was his friend.

"So, what are you thinking then?"

"Stop asking me that question," Yeosang groaned.

"I think a night of drinking sounds good."

"Ugh. For my 21st? That's so boring and outdated. I'm not going to be like you."

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. "Fine. What ideas do you have?"

"I don't know..." Yeosang's eyes fell on an incoming text. He smirked at the fling. "I might just text San to come over and..."

"You're calling me outdated." Hongjoong sighed. "Club?"

"You mean the same thing we do every other weekend?"

"Strippers?"

No answer. Hongjoong stared at Yeosang's thoughtful face.

"Maybe."

"'Maybe' is the closest we'll get to a yes." Hongjoong excitedly took out his phone. "So at a strip club or private dance, or...?"

"Can't you... I don't know, rent one?"

Hongjoong shrugged. "Anything with the help of our parents' money."

Yeosang laughed with his best friend. He was right. The two little shits, and it showed.

"Anything special?"

Yeosang raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"

"Like a specific costume? Or look? Or taste-"

"Shut up."

Hongjoong grinned while looking at the website. "You'd be surprised by their top sellers."

"What is it?"

"Ice cream... furries... Disney princesses..." Hongjoong chewed the inside of his mouth. "Take your pick, Yeosang."

"Eh..."

"I'm not going to act like my best friend doesn't have any kinks," Hongjoong glared.

Yeosang groaned. He stuffed his head in his hands, embarrassed.

"So what exactly?"

"...Someone with attitude, I guess."

The party was set for the upcoming Saturday. Yeosang would invite his friends over but have the dance in private. He didn't want others to view his birthday present.

"When is he coming?" Yeosang asked his best friend.

"Soon," the other would reply. And when 'soon' came by, Yeosang would ask again.

"Oh my goodness, Yeosang. Stop being so horny for a minute!" Hongjoong exclaimed. Yeosang got red as his friend said it a little too loud when others turned to him.

"Hyung..."

"Oh!" Hongjoong jumped as he read a message on his phone. "I'm going to bring him in. Your bedroom?"

"Y-Yeah. Sure, I guess." Yeosang suddenly felt nervous. A man is getting paid to give him a private dance... Yeosang wasn't sure if he could control himself. Was the man attractive? Kind? Should he even care about him if it was a one-time thing?

Now it sounds like Yeosang's going to have some session with him.

"Yeosang," Hongjoong called. Yeosang snapped his head toward his friend and went frigid.

"This is the birthday boy?"

The man was taller than him. And his features were flawless. The contacts he wore made his eyes sparkle a greyish-green. Black hair pushed back, slightly crimped on the ends. Though he wore an oversized black coat that reached the floor, Yeosang could see how slim his body probably was from dancing.

"Yeah. He usually doesn't look this stupid, sorry." Hongjoong grabbed Yeosang's bicep and pulled him out of the crowd.

Hongjoong left Yeosang to lead the male up to his bedroom. He whispered a 'good luck' to his friend before strolling towards the bar.

"Are you nervous?"

"Uh? No!" Yeosang shut his bedroom door. The male laughed — something Yeosang was embarrassed he felt highly fond of.

"It's alright... This music will do. But..." The dancer looked around, eyes falling on the small color-changing lights. He turned the room lights off, so only the room glowed pink. Then he gestured to Yeosang's bed. "Sit."

Yeosang swallowed the lump in his throat as the tall man before him slowly unzipped his jacket. Yeosang didn't notice he wore silver heels until now.

The coat fell on the carpet with a soft thump. Yeosang's suspicions were proven true. He had a beautiful body line; his waist was just perfect for holding, and his hips slightly swayed with every step. They held up his short blue skirt just right. The high stockings seemingly squeezed his legs in all the right ways. Around his torso, a short crop top paused just above his belly button.

It wasn't long before Yeosang felt two hands touch his shoulders. The man's piercing eyes gazed into his awestruck orbs.

"I know you're nervous, birthday boy," he softly spoke.

Yeosang despised how effective the stranger's words were to him. The tone, the structure. It made chills run through his body — the good kind.

He continued. "But feel free to touch anywhere unless I say stop. Alright?"

"Uh-huh..."

"Cute."

Yeosang suddenly watched him turn as a new song loudly boomed downstairs. Though it was a slightly faster-paced song, Yeosang knew the lyrics were more explicit than it led to believe.

Yeosang didn't realize he didn't know how to refer to his stripper until now. And watching him teasingly raise his skirt up those smooth thighs made his mind race.

And if Yeosang was still conscious, he swore he saw a tattoo on his lower hip.

Park Seonghwa, it read. At the end, there was a bright pink flower. Yeosang bit his lip because of how prominent it was as the man moved his hips.

"What's up, birthday boy?" he seductively uttered. "Do you like my tattoo?"

"Mhm... it's beautiful."

"Yeah," He slipped his skirt down. "It's my name."

"Seonghwa," Yeosang repeated in his head. At the same time, 'Seonghwa' turned to straddle his lap.

Yeosang's hands snuck up Seonghwa's thighs. Now that the skirt was off, he could feel the curves of the stripper's ass creating friction through every move. And for a second, he contemplated caressing the area.

Seonghwa laughed. "What's the matter? You've never had someone grind on you?" he sarcastically asked.

"I don't want to... make you uncomfortable..." Yeosang couldn't meet his eyes. So Seonghwa lifted his chin.

"Just touch. I probably won't care, anyway."

"No?" Yeosang carefully shifted his hands to touch Seonghwa's heavenly body again. This time, his palm pressed down harder. To the point where he was almost clutching Seonghwa's ass in his hands. Not that the other was complaining.

Seonghwa rolled his hips a few times, one hand holding Yeosang's shoulder as the other ran through his hair a few times. He sighed, though it sounded like a moan.

"Too warm?" He played with Yeosang's jacket until the birthday boy chose to take it off.

Seonghwa grabbed the bottom of his crop top and lifted it over his chest. Yeosang's eyes marveled at the beautiful bralette he wore. It matched his laced underwear well — if you could even call it underwear... The thin thing was like a string, yet it comfortably held Seonghwa's region perfectly. Yeosang blushed.

Exhaling once more, Seonghwa lifted himself from Yeosang's lap, glanced at him with a teasing smirk, then bent over to drag a hand up his leg. This time, Yeosang's eyes didn't leave Seonghwa's one bit.

Even if the male attempted to seduce him with his body, Yeosang focused on his expressions. They captivated him most.

Then Seonghwa approached him with a new glint in his eyes. His hips haughtily swayed from side to side as the heels loudly hit the floor.

Yeosang's breath hitched as the dancer pushed him back to lay on the bed. Striking gray-tinted orbs were enough to force himself to shift around.

"Hm," he hummed. Smoothly, Seonghwa began to hover over Yeosang's frigid body. Both of his knees touched his client's outer thighs.

Yeosang wasn't sure what to do; his heart was racing, essentially pounding so hard against his chest. Was this even the dance anymore?

Seonghwa was just above his crotch. It would be embarrassing if he discovered how hard Yeosang was.

About that...

"Are you hard already?"

"You bad boy."

Yeosang held his breath. Scenes from lewd videos he's watched now ran into his vision. He's always had a thing for bottoms dominating him. Especially when they were older, sexy, and whispering something into his ear-

"Are you there?" the stripper whispered into his ear. He cutely laughed. "My dance didn't make you pass out, did it?"

This has to be a dream.

"No..." Yeosang replied. His eyes were solely fixed onto the Seonghwa's lips. Yeosang wondered how they would feel to be on his. They were at such close proximity that even the slightest move...

And then, Yeosang initiated it.

Seonghwa's lips were warm. Yeosang could taste his lip gloss. He wanted to explore the man's mouth as much as he could — if only he were given entrance.

"You can do it, baby boy... Do it for me."

"Perfect. You kiss me so well."

Yeosang placed his hands on Seonghwa's small waist and deepened the kiss. Seonghwa wasn't making it any easier. He constantly moved his ass up and down Yeosang's crotch. He couldn't — and wouldn't — stop wiggling anytime soon.

"Mm, Yeosang~," Seonghwa groaned, equally aroused. He's never felt this way towards a client before. There was something in Yeosang's aura that lured him in. A need to dominate him and teach all the right things, yet at the same time, have him pin you down.

Seonghwa sat up and removed the second to last clothing he wore: his bralette. Yeosang proceeded to move his hands to his topless upper body.

Seonghwa whined as Yeosang softly caressed his left nipple. His thumb ever so carefully played with the bud.

"U-Uh... Yeosangie..." Seonghwa shifted forward. "Make me feel good, birthday boy. I'm your present, yeah?"

Yeosang obediently nodded as he craned his neck; his mouth comfortably took Seonghwa's nipple in.

Cursing and hissing came from the dancer. His teeth sank into a pulsing bottom lip for the nth time. Yeosang playfully bit and sucked on him well.

"Like that... like that, baby boy." Seonghwa brushed his hair as Yeosang licked his second nipple. He noticed the teasing way Yeosang played with the straps of his thong.

Though his work rules didn't allow it, he was willing to make one small exception for this client.

Ding!

Suddenly both stopped. Yeosang glared in the direction of the noise but noticed Seonghwa turned to it in a hurry.

"Shit... I'm sorry." He swiftly stood from the bed. The phone's lock screen read 12 o'clock — midnight.

He typed a message then turned to crouched to pick up his things. "Our session is done. I have to get back to the club-"

"Wait." Yeosang grabbed his wrist. "I can pay you more. A lot more."

Seonghwa softly smiled before pulling him in for a final kiss. "I'm sorry, baby."

Yeosang sat on the edge of his bed, disheartened. Seonghwa zipped his coat and started towards the door.

He paused just as he was stepping out. "Happy birthday, Yeosang."

Then he was gone.

Yeosang sighed, looking down at his lap. It happened that fast.

He stood up slowly. Then stopped.

On the ground was a cute pink bralette... the one Seonghwa wore. He must've forgotten it.

Unless.

Yeosang started laughing. He squeezed the article in his hand.

He had to look for him.

can you see where the inspiration came from..? hehe.