Yangyang nervously bounced his legs up and down as he sat on a park bench and waited for his first client to show up.

It had been less than a week since Ten had set Yangyang up with a Wechat account and he had already received messages from a few interested clients who had discovered and taken a liking to his bio. One of them was a young man named Sicheng. He was twenty, worked at his family’s restaurant and he definitely hadn't been shy to ask straight out for sex.

Sicheng was very attractive and though he was a little standoffish to chat with he seemed friendly enough. Ten was even impressed that Yangyang had attracted such a handsome client so fast. He had also helped Yangyang chat with Sicheng and his other clients, teaching him how to portray himself and be even more alluring and appealing, but most importantly how to establish and maintain dominance over the conversation and interaction between himself and his clients.

“Remember, you are always in control. You decide on the place to meet, the service and the final price to be paid. It's all in your control and your final decision, make sure the client understands that.” Ten had told him.

So Yangyang had been chatting with his new clients and had agreed to meet with one of them, today after school at a park being the arranged time and meeting spot. He hadn't decided to meet with Sicheng though, instead he had chosen a man that Ten had found for him, Kun.

Kun was twenty-three and studied art history at the local university. Ten knew him as he was a previous client of his. Kun had paid him for a couple of blowjobs but nothing more, coming to the conclusion that Ten wasn't really his type.

“It's not too uncommon,” Ten had explained, “Some clients have very specific traits desired in a sexual partner, and in Kun's case he prefers a bottom that's cute and gentle. I was just a little to feisty for his liking. That's why he came to mind first when I was thinking about potential clients for you kitten. You fit his preferences perfectly.”

It turned out that Kun himself seemed quite cute and gentle. Visually, he was very appealing. With light brown hair and well defined bone structure, he was a classic handsome and looked like he belonged in a TV drama. Out of Yangyang's new clients Kun had been the one he had enjoyed chatting to the most. He was also polite and very well mannered and when Yangyang had explained that he was brand new to the business and also a virgin Kun had simply only asked for a hand job.

Yangyang was keen to finally be meeting Kun in person but he couldn't calm the nervous butterflies in his stomach.

“Yangyang?”

As a smooth velvety voice called his name, Yangyang looked up and his eyes met the warm brown ones of Kun. Yangyang quickly stood up and smiled shyly at him. Kun was even more handsome in person and Yangyang was shocked into silence by his good looks. He was dressed in a simple yet elegant cream short sleeved shirt made of a silky fabric and this was tucked into a pair of beige chinos.

Kun flashed a warm and radiant smile as he stepped forward to hug Yangyang.

“It's so good to finally meet you in person, you're even cuter than in your photos.” Kun remarked.

Yangyang returned his smile and found his voice. “Thank you, you're more handsome in person  yourself.” he responded. He bit his bottom lip suggestively and looked up at Kun through his eyelashes.

Remember to always make your client feel loved and desired. Ten's words echoed in his mind. Yangyang wouldn't find it hard to make Kun feel desired, not at all.

“Let's head back to my apartment, it's only a short walk from here.” Kun said.

They started walking and Yangyang looked around at the familiar looking scenery. The streets and buildings were all familiar to him as this area wasn't too far from his home. Then ahead in the distance stood a very familiar building. It stood out with its sleek, modern design and with its exterior covered in glass it shone brightly in the afternoon sunlight.

“That's my apartment building just up there, the big, slightly obnoxious looking one.” Kun chuckled lightly as he pointed to the same building that had caught Yangyang's eye.

That was the same expensive looking building that Xiao Jun lived in. What were the chances of that?

“Is everything okay Yangyang?” Kun asked, looking at him.

Yangyang swallowed down his discomfort at thinking about Xiao Jun and smiled at Kun. He didn't need to concern himself with someone that didn't like him and treated him badly, not when he was in the presence of Kun, his first client.

“It's nothing. That is an impressive looking building though, it looks quite new.” Yangyang remarked.

“Yeah, I think they finished building it a couple of years ago. It's nice, I like living there.” Kun replied.

Going by the apartment that Xiao Jun lived in, Kun's apartment was probably also every nice.

They soon reached the apartment building and Kun input a code and the two of them went inside the building. They walked down the same clean, glossy hallway that Yangyang had previously walked down with Xiao Jun and into the elevator. Kun pressed the button for the seventh floor and Yangyang glanced at the numbers, spotting the fourteenth, the floor Xiao Jun lived on.

He quickly willed any thoughts of the boy out of his head and stepped closer to Kun, his hand brushing lightly against Kun's. He stared ahead of him as he felt Kun look at him, his gaze lingering on his body.

The elevator then dinged as they reached the seventh floor and Kun placed his hand in Yangyang's, entangling their fingers together. Kun's skin was soft against his.

They stepped out of the elevator together and Kun stopped in front of a door numbered 701, one of four on this floor. He punched in another code and pushed open the door to his apartment.

“Come in.” He said, leading Yangyang inside.

As he slipped off his shoes, Yangyang looked around the apartment. Though smaller than the other apartment he had been inside in this apartment complex, Kun's apartment was just as impressive. The kitchen and lounge setup were similar but Kun's apartment had splashes of colour, from the copper light fixtures and coffee table and lilac throw resting over the couch, to the vintage paintings hanging on the walls. It was a given that Kun would have a stylish apartment; he was an art history major after all and money didn't appear to be an issue for him.

Yangyang's attention was brought back to Kun as he led him into the lounge area. He picked up a remote on the coffee table, pressed a button and automated blinds moved down the wall of windows, throwing the room into darkness. Then warm, dim lighting lit up the room. It wasn't a bright light but enough for Yangyang to see Kun’s features as he stood close to him. Kun smiled and pressed another button and music started playing from what sounded like a built in surround sound system.

The smooth sexy tune of Taemin's Stone Heart filled Yangyang's ears and he grinned up at Kun, licking his lips.

“You like Taemin too? I haven't come across too many people who listen to him. ” He said.

“Even though I can't understand exactly what he's singing, I can feel it.” Kun replied, stepping closer so their bodies were only inches apart.

Kun let go of his hand and placed a hand against his cheek.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked in a low voice.

Yangyang stared at Kun's plump rosy lips. “Only if I get to kiss you back.”

Yangyang closed his eyes and pushed his body against Kun's as their lips connected. Kun's hands travelled down to Yangyang's waist and his fingers pressed into his skin. Yangyang could feel his desire for him and smiled against his lips.

“Let me pleasure you.” He whispered.

He unzipped Kun's pants and slipped his hand beneath the waistband of his briefs. His fingers brushed over Kun's cock and he could feel his strong pulse as blood flowed down to his member.

He lightly stroked his fingers down Kun's hot flesh, smiling when Kun leaned closer to him and exhaled hot breath over his ear. He kissed Kun's neck and removed his hand from his briefs, instead tucking both hands beneath the back of his pants. His hands swept over Kun's backside as he pulled down his pants. They fell around his ankles and Yangyang then focused on easing his briefs off of him.

Now freed of his clothing Kun gazed down at Yangyang through hooded lids, his warm brown eyes filled with arousal. Yangyang leaned up on his toes to seductively suck on Kun's bottom lip, letting his hands roam along the warm skin of Kun's arse and thighs as he did so.

“I want to touch you more.” He breathed.

He pushed Kun back to sit down on the couch and then eased himself onto his naked lap. He placed a hand on Kun's shoulder to balance himself and moved his other hand down between Kun's legs to touch his semi-hard cock.

With slow, precise movements he stroked Kun's cock, moving from its tip to its base and then back up again. He dragged his palm back over the tip, coating his hand in precum before he wrapped his fingers around it and applied more pressure. Kun moaned, his body twitching erotically under Yangyang's touch.

Yangyang had never pleasured anyone else before but he knew. He had jerked himself off enough times to know what felt good and he also paid close attention to the moans Kun emitted, taking notes in his mind on what he liked; of what made his body respond.

Yangyang himself was enjoying it too as he increased his pace and pumped Kun's cock. The lustful noises Kun was making was turning him on and he felt his own cock grow hard. The sexy music playing in the background only served to arouse both males more.

Lewd thoughts were swamping Yangyang's mind. He pictured himself bent over the couch they were both currently on with Kun pleasurably thrusting himself deep inside of him. It was hot and sweaty and sexy and Yangyang wanted it.

Yangyang poured his own lust and arousal into stroking and pumping Kun's cock, wanting him to feel so much pleasure until he burst and overflowed with it. He could feel Kun was nearing his climax too.

Kun grabbed hold of Yangyang's shoulders. His fingernails dug into his skin and he moaned louder. His hips rocked beneath Yangyang then finally he came, spraying milky white cum over the front of Yangyang's shirt.

Yangyang had remembered to bring tissues with him but he had forgotten that it would be easier to clean cum off his bare chest than his shirt. He made a mental note for next time. While Kun caught his breath, Yangyang pulled out his tissues and began to clean up the hot mess Kun had made. He managed to wipe off most of it from his shirt so only a wet smudge remained.

No one would be able to tell what it was right? Well in any case none of it had gotten on his jacket so he could just zip it up and hide the evidence on his way back home.

He was about to get up off Kun's lap to dispose of the tissues when Kun stopped him, placing his hands on his waist.

“Wait, what about you?” He asked in a breathy tone.

Yangyang tilted his head to the side in a questioning pose. Then he realized what Kun was talking about when the older ran his hand down to rest between his legs. He had been so focused on Kun he had momentarily forgotten the rock hard erection in his own pants.

He felt his cheeks flush crimson at his folly. “It's fine, I can deal with that later, I'm here for you after all.” Yangyang replied, resting a hand against his cheek.

Kun shook his head and pressed his palm into Yangyang's pants. Yangyang's body reacted on it's own and he bit his lip.

“I want to touch you too, I'll pay you extra.” Kun responded.

He looked intent on it and Yangyang definitely couldn't deny that he didn't want him to. Besides, Kun wanted it, and it was Yangyang's priority to make his clients happy.

“Okay, Kun. Touch me.” He said licking his lips in anticipation.

A/N yay Kun has arrived!!!

Yangyang seems to like him quite a lot, go YangKun 😏

It's cold here today 💙