It was finally Saturday night. 

The night air was warm, with a slight breeze which ruffled Yangyang’s hair as he walked down the busy street to the hotel where he was meeting Kun. He quickly patted his hair down, wanting to look his best for the older male.

His heart pounded in his chest and butterflies fluttered madly in his stomach as he turned a corner and saw the tall, sleek high rise hotel where Kun had told him they would be spending the night.

He stopped at the intersection and bit his lip while he waited for the lights to change. He took a quick sniff of his forearm and breathed in the fresh, minty scent of his shower gel. It still lingered on his skin, having only showered about an hour ago. While Kun was ensuring Yangyang’s night would be special for him, Yangyang wanted to make sure Kun would have fond memories as well, and hygiene was important of course.

The lights changed green and Yangyang strode across the street and through the main entrance of the hotel. He was greeted first by a doorman, immaculately dressed in a tailored navy suit, and then by another man standing just inside the door wearing the same outfit.

“Good evening young man, reception is to your left.” The man said politely, signally with one hand to a grand reception desk that appeared to be made out of cream coloured marble.

Yangyang nodded and bowed politely to him and stared around the hotel foyer, searching for Kun. Every surface in sight was glistening and shiny: the floor was the same creamy mable as the reception and looked like it had been polished to perfection; elegant, navy velvet furniture was placed around a rounded central fire pit that looked to be encased in gold; and a sprawling marble staircase carpeted in navy velvet led up to the second floor that housed a sophisticated looking cocktail bar and overlooked the foyer below. A grand, shimmering chandelier hung majestically from the ceiling above, showering the marble floor in fragments of refracted light.

This place is amazing, Yangyang thought while he gawked at everything. He had never been to a place as fancy and high-end as this before.

“Good evening Yangyang.” A smooth voice greeted him.

Yangyang looked to his right and his breath caught in his throat as his eyes fell on Kun. He was wearing a silky looking gunmetal grey shirt that was almost sheer and exquisitely showed off his bodyline under the delicate lighting of the chandelier. This, he had coupled with a pair or crisp black suit trousers and a pair of black patent leather shoes. 

His brown hair was swept back from his face and a warm smile softened his handsome features. He looked so handsome and attractive that Yangyang struggled to return his greeting.

Kun chuckled lightly, placing a hand on Yangyang’s shoulder and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “I hope this place is to your liking, I picked one of the most expensive hotels in the city.” 

“Y-yes, this place is lit!” Yangyang stuttered and then quickly felt his face redden in embarrassment.

“You’re very cute.” Kun chuckled. He kissed Yangyang’s cheek lightly then slipped his hand in his and they walked past the grand staircase to the elevators.

Yanyang glanced out the corner of his eye, looking to see people watching them. The staff all held pleasant, professional looks on their faces and other guests who stared at them had either curious or envious expressions and Yangyang smiled to himself. He was overwhelmingly happy to be with Kun; he was rich, sexy and desirable, and he was doing all of this just for him.

The two of them stepped inside the elevator, along with two other guests, a man and woman, elegantly dressed respectively in a black suit and a red floor length dress. The man pushed the button for the tenth floor and Kun pushed the button for the twenty-seventh floor, one of the highest floors.

Kun stroked his thumb across Yangyang’s knuckles and leaned in again to speak in his ear.

“Our room is on the twenty-seventh floor; it’s an executive suite.” He whispered, “I came early to add a few personal touches to the room, just for you.”

Yangyang’s heart thumped in excitement and he glanced up at Kun, who was unashamedly gazing at him with desire. Then the elevator dinged and the doors opened to the tenth floor. Kun and Yangyang moved to the side to let the couple out, but Yangyang could feel Kun’s heavy gaze never leave him. As soon as the elevator doors closed, leaving them alone, Kun wrapped an arm around Yangyang’s waist, pulling him close and placed his other hand against his cheek.

“I can’t begin to tell you how happy I am that I won that auction, Yangyang.” Kun hummed against his cheek, his lips brushing against his skin.

It sent shivers of delight through his body. “I feel the same way Kun.” Yangyang whispered back, resting his hands against Kun chest.

Kun continued to gaze down at him and brushed his thumb across Yangyang’s lips. Yangyang parted his lips, silently inviting Kun to kiss them, but Kun glanced impatiently up at the panel as it indicated their ascension before wetting his lips and looking back at Yangyang.

“I want to kiss you but I know I won’t be able to stop once I start.” He confessed.

He tightened his arm around Yangyang’s waist and tipped Yangyang’s head back slightly, bringing his lips close so they hovered just above Yangyang’s. He then dipped his head, and Yangyang felt his soft lips brush against his. It wasn’t quite a kiss, but rather Kun testing the limits of his own self control and it drove Yangyang wild to hold himself back as well.

He felt hot and clammy, and desperately wanted to rid himself of his clothing. They would be in their executive suite soon; then both of them could relinquish themselves to their desires.

Finally, the elevator slowed to a stop at the twenty-seventh floor and Kun, keeping an arm secured around Yangyang’s waist, pulled him along until they reached a door numbered 2710. He pulled a card from his pocket, swiped it through the door lock and then pushed the door open and they stepped inside.

Yangyang gasped as he took in the beauty and sophistication of the suite. It was huge, and divided into two - no three - rooms. To the right was a small yet stylish kitchenette with a minibar and separate wine cooler packed with some probably very expensive wine. The kitchenette adjoined the main part of the room, where three velvet navy couches were positioned around a glass coffee table and overlooked a stunning wall to ceiling view of the city. The lights from the streets and surrounding buildings glittered against the night sky behind sheer black curtains.

To the left, Yangyang could see the bedroom with a king size bed dominating the room. There was also a door which Yangyang assumed led to the bathroom. The whole suite was decorated in three tones, navy, white and black, giving the room a sleek yet sexy vibe.

What caught Yangyang’s eye though was a bunch of red rose petals shaped into a heart covering the white bedsheets and Yangyang’s heart fluttered at the sight. The lights were dimmed down to a low, sensuous level and music played softly in the background.

Yangyang and Kun slipped off their shoes and Kun led him to the bedroom, stopping in front of the bed decorated with the beautiful rose petals. Kun stood behind him, settled his arm back around his waist and trailed his other hand up his back to rest on his shoulder. He kissed Yangyang’s neck and Yangyang sank back into his embrace, resting his head against his shoulder.

“I want you so badly, I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, that’s why I did all this for you.” Kun purred in his ear.

His voice melted Yangyang’s resolve to hold back any longer and he turned around in his arms to face him. He stared into Kun’s eyes, wanting to say something, to thank him for being so kind and thoughtful, for doing this for him when Yangyang was the one who was supposed to be providing the service, his body to him. But he couldn’t form his feelings into words so instead he kissed him.

Kun fiercely kissed him back, pushing their bodies together and tangling his fingers in his hair. Not breaking their kiss, he picked Yangyang up and placed him down onto the bed, scattering the rose petals. He knelt with his legs in between Yangyang’s and began to remove Yangyang’s clothing.

Happy to be free of his confining clothing, Yangyang helped him by removing his shirt while Kun slipped his pants and underwear from his legs. Yangyang lifted himself up to lean back on his elbows and watched as Kun then delicately lifted each of his feet in turn and slipped off his socks. He slowed as he stared at Yangyang’s naked body, his eyes sweeping over every surface of his body and Yangyang’s skin prickled beneath his hot gaze. Kun leaned over him, placing his hands on either side of his waist.

“You’re beautiful Yangyang.” Kun said before leaning forward to kiss him.

Yangyang was about to grab him and pull him closer but he stepped back off the bed and began taking off his clothes. He unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it to the floor, then unzipped his trousers and slipped them to the floor as well. His eyes locked onto Yangyang’s and he slowly slid off his briefs, yanked his socks off and then crawled back onto the bed and Yangyang spread his legs apart to make room for him.

Kun’s lips once again connected with Yangyang’s and Yangyang moaned softly against them. He clamped his legs around Kun’s waist and pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. Their bodies rubbed against each other and a fire ignited in his veins. He lifted his hips off the bed pushing himself closer against Kun, making him emit a small moan. 

Kun broke their kiss to catch his breath and gazed hungrily down at Yangyang, who panted beneath him. He dipped his head to peck a kiss on his reddened lips and then shifted to open a draw on the bedside table, taking out a tube of lube and a condom. He adjusted his stance and sat back on his heels between Yangyang’s legs.

“I’m going to be gentle and take it slow,” Kun said while he ripped open the condom and placed it over his hard cock. “and if it hurts too much tell me and I’ll stop, okay?” He looked at Yangyang, waiting for a response.

Yangyang nodded and bit his lip as Kun lifted one of his legs up to rest against his shoulder and then popped open the tube of lube. He was both excited and a little nervous, he knew it would probably hurt a bit, but he also knew Kun would take care of him and would stop if Yangyang asked him to.

Kun coated two of his fingers in lube and placed his other hand on Yangyang’s thigh and then looked at Yangyang again, silently asking for permission. Yangyang nodded and gasped audibly when he felt Kun slip a finger inside him. He fell back against the sheets, his eyes wide open staring up at the ceiling as Kun worked his finger deeper inside him.

“Good?” Kun questioned.

“Yes!” Yangyang choked out.

“Okay, I’m putting another finger in.”

Yangyang gasped again, louder this time, after Kun slipped a second finger in. He twisted both around and scissored them and Yangyang moaned in delight, tangling his fingers up in the bed sheets.

Kun continued to move his fingers around, slowly stretching out Yangyang’s hole while Yangyang squirmed in pleasure beneath him. Kun stroked his fingers up Yangyang’s thigh while he scissored him, tracing small circles with his thumb just under his hip.

“More, more please!” Yangyang breathed as his desire grew.

Kun chuckled and withdrew his fingers. Yangyang exhaled a pout and looked up to see Kun coating more of his fingers in lube. He looked up and their eyes made contact.

“Do you want a third?” He asked with a naughty smile.

Yangyang slid his tongue along his lips and eyed Kun hungrily. “Yes.”

Kun smiled in satisfaction and slipped all three fingers inside Yangyang. The sensation was more intense with three fingers and Yangyang moaned. He splayed his fingers across the bed sheets and felt the softness of petals beneath his fingers. As Kun scissored all three fingers, Yangyang clenched his fists, crushing the petals. He raised his hips and Kun squeezed his thigh and withdrew his fingers slightly before pushing them back in.

Yangyang’s body stiffened and he grunted, and immediately Kun withdrew his fingers.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” Kun asked, concern lacing his sweet voice.

Yangyang pushed himself up on his elbows and smiled at him. “No, no you definitely didn’t.” He panted.

Kun flashed a relieved smile and lent down to place a kiss on Yangyang’s inner thigh. When he looked back up his eyes were hungry.

“Are you ready for more?” He asked.

Yangyang smiled and nodded. He lifted himself up and Kun wrapped his arms around his waist. Yangyang swept his hands around his shoulders and down his arms, wanting to feel every part of his body while they shared a heated kiss. 

Their lips parted and Kun trailed kisses down Yangyang’s neck and then gently flipped him over so he was on his hands and knees. Kun kissed his lower back and massaged his hips.

“Tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop okay?” Kun reiterated.

“Okay.” Yangyang responded. 

He heard more lube being squeezed out of the tube and then felt Kun’s fingers gently prizing his buttcheeks apart. He felt the rubbered tip of Kun’s cock against his hole and he held his breath.

“Breathe Yangyang, don’t tense up on me just yet.” Kun cooed, stroking the base of his back.

Yangyang exhaled and relaxed and as he did, Kun entered him, slowly easing himself all the way in. It was painful and Yangyang sucked in a breath, but he relaxed his body more and let himself adjust to Kun’s size.

Kun slowly pumped back and forth a little and Yangyang let out a low moan as the pain began to be replaced by pleasure. He dropped his face into the sheets and arched his back and Kun increased his thrusts, pulling out further before pushing in deeper and squeezing Yangyang’s hips as he did.

It felt incredible, it was like an intoxicating wave of ecstasy was sweeping over Yangyang and he wanted more, he wanted to be swallowed whole by it.

“Do you like that?” Kun asked breathily, thrusting more rhythmically.

“Aahhhh, yes!” Yangyang moaned in response, clutching at the bedsheets and breathing heavily.

Kun reached down to grab Yangyang’s hard cock and the younger gasped as Kun started to stroke him at the same pace as his thrusts.

“Oh you’re so tight, you feel great Yangyang!” Kun breathed.

Yangyang moaned loudly into the sheets, his body felt hot and flushed and all his sensors were in overdrive as Kun penetrated him deeper and faster. He felt Kun hit his prostate and he cried out in pleasure.

“Oh God yes!” He cried, arching his back.

Kun’s fingers tightened around his cock and he continued to thrust, hitting Yangyang’s sweet spot over and over. Yangyang moaned with every thrust until he could take it no longer. 

He came, spraying milky white liquid over Kun’s hand and onto the bed sheets and rose petals. Unable to hold himself up, he slumped back into the bed sheets, Kun keeping his hips up with his hot hands on his hips.

“Ahh… fuck yes!” Kun moaned, pressing his fingers into Yangyang’s skin and thrusting harder. 

Yangyang could feel his desperation to hit his climax as he panted above him, and it soon came. He stiffened, then relaxed and slowly withdrew from inside Yangyang. Yangyang dropped the other half of his body to the bed and rolled onto his back to face Kun. He was kneeling on the bed easing the used condom from his cock. Once off, he tossed it accurately into a small bin near the bedside table, then looked up to meet Yangyang’s eyes.

“That was great, Yang.” He smiled, still panting as he caught his breath.

Yangyang grinned back at him and snuggled into his arms as Kun lay down next to him, the older pulling his body against his and wrapping his strong arms around him.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Kun asked, nuzzling his face into Yangyang’s neck and gently kissing his flushed skin.

“Yes, it was amazing.” He breathed in response.

He felt Kun smile against his neck. “You’re amazing, I’m so grateful that you’re all mine tonight.” He whispered.

Yangyang’s heart swelled at Kun’s words and in that moment he felt completely and utterly loved. He couldn’t even remember what it felt like to feel alone or unappreciated; the only thing which filled him was warmth and love from Kun. 

Kun’s breath steadied and slowed as he fell asleep and Yangyang smiled to himself, snuggling deeper into his arms.

A/N: I was looking for a photo for the banner and saw Kun manspreading and was like 'that's the one' 😏

Aaaaaand Yangyang is a virgin no longer ❤ Kun's a gentleman

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