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“Honestly, I don’t care what you do, just get away from here. Take a trip, go on a cruise, stay in your fucking apartment and sleep, but you have to take a vacation.” Namjoon generally never sounded annoyed, but at that moment, he was.
“Hyung, that is ridiculous! They can’t force me to take a vacation! Who does that!?”
“We do. You have been so irritable and im-fucking-possible to deal with for the last 2 months. You’re going to end up losing us an account. Get the hell out of the building or I will have security escort you out.”
“You can’t have me thrown out of my own company!”
“Our company. And I sure as hell can. You need a break and I need a break from you.”
Taehyung frowned, eyebrows knitting together as he glared at his partner slightly, “This is absolutely absurd.”
“Tell it to the door, Tae.” At this point, his friend was physically pushing him out of his office and down the hallway, obviously having been working out his arms a lot recently.
“Wait! My stuff!” The lawyer groaned, apparently finally finding a battle he couldn’t win. If anyone was better at sound arguments than him, it was Kim Namjoon.
“Nope. Jisoo’s got it.”
As if on cue, the small redheaded assistant came rushing up from behind them, handing Taehyung his brown leather bag he carried with him everywhere, “Phone, wallet, and keys are all inside. Have a nice vacation, sir!”
“What about my laptop?!” Digging his heels into the floor, it briefly slowed down their forward momentum, but Namjoon simply hoisted his friend off the floor and continued to the entrance of their practice.
“You’re not taking your laptop with you. You will only work then. This is a no work vacation.” By that point, they were at the glass doors and Jisoo was pushing them open so that Namjoon could hoist Taehyung out of them.
Once Tae’s feet were firmly placed on the ground, his partner stepped back, reaching out to ruffle his golden locks, “Just… relax!”
With the final comment, Joon walked back into the doors that his assistant was still holding open, ushering her inside as well. Pulling them shut behind him, he looked at Taehyung through the thick glass with a dimpled smile, reaching down and twisting the lock to be sure the other wouldn’t just come back inside.
Then his two co-workers turned and walked away, leaving him standing there almost dumbfounded, “What the actual fuck?”
What the hell was he supposed to do the rest of the week?
The fact was, Taehyung didn’t have much of a life outside of work. He was always working. He loved his job. He loved fighting for what he felt was right and he almost never lost. Almost. He had just lost this battle, after all, but he was incredible at what he did, and Namjoon was stupid to send him home.
Okay, fine, he might have been a little irritable lately, but it wasn’t a big deal. He didn’t need to be put in a fucking time out and that was exactly what this felt like. Namjoon had always liked to pull the Hyung card when he could, as if Taehyung could argue with him then. They were barely a year apart in age! It was absolute bullshit.
Grumbling, he made his way to the elevator, scowling the whole way down as he contemplated what to do. He couldn’t just sit at home, that wasn’t his style. He always had to be on the move, he always had to accomplish something and sitting around his nearly empty loft was not going to cut it.
Pulling out his phone once he hit the lobby, he swiped across the screen, finding the contact he wanted and pressing send.
“Your lover threw me out.” Taehyung’s voice was near a whine, though it was so deep it simply sounded more like a growl.
A throaty laugh escaped the man on the other side of the line, “Yeah, he told me today was the day.”
“Seriously!? You couldn’t have warned me?! I thought we were friends!”
“Why didn’t you ask Jimin?! He knew too!” Sounding almost snide, Taehyung rolled his eyes.
“You are both terrible friends and I’m never speaking to you again.”
“So… lunch?”
“Yeah, fine. Whatever.” Cutting the call, Tae placed the phone into the pocket of his slacks, checking the time on his watch.
God, couldn’t Joon have at least given him one last full day? There were so many things that were currently unfinished, he could have at least tied up loose ends. Though, he probably would have just kept finding things to tidy up and the other would have never gotten rid of him.
Hoisting his bag higher on his shoulder, he crossed the street, descending into the train station to travel the three stops to the trio’s usual meeting place. It was an even distance from Namjoon and Jin’s apartment and where he and Namjoon worked. Jimin pretty much just flitted to wherever he was expected to and so the restaurant had become the norm.
Once he was walking inside, Jimin was already there, perched on a stool next to the coffee bar, shamelessly flirting with the bistro’s owner, Min Yoongi. Another reason this place had become their usual spot and Jimin had no qualms with it.
“Hi, Yoongi-ssi.” Teahyung smiled as he approached the seat Jimin was perched on.
Yoongi gawked for a moment, eyes flitting to the clock on the wall, “Wow, I don’t think I have ever seen you in the light of day, Kim Taehyung! What brings you here at this hour?”
“Vacation!” Jimin chirped sweetly, laughing a bit as he did so, eyes turning into adorable crescents that the other man seemed to be smitten with.
“Yeah…” Taehyung responded before mumbling, “We’ll talk about that later. Jin’s on his way, let’s get a table. Drinks please, Yoongi-ssi.”
The owner laughed and smiled, nodding as he watched Taehyung lead Jimin off to a table and take a seat.
“Why don’t you just ask him out? This is embarrassing. How often do you just come here and hang around?” Taehyung looked towards the restaurateur who quickly averted his gaze at their table and went about his business.
“How is it embarrassing!?” Jimin huffed, looking over his shoulder to see the other disappear into the back, “He enjoys my visits. He says it’s the best part of his days.”
Then Jimin stuck his tongue out, and Taehyung could only shake his head at his friend who was always a lot freer spirited than him. Sometimes, he wished he could be a little more like Jimin. Living by the seat of his pants, taking life as it came, not worrying about what his future would look like so much. But he had never been like that. Even growing up, he had been steadfast in his goals for the older Kim Taehyung and so far, it had suited him just fine.
“I just don’t understand why neither of you will make a move. You’ve been doing this for over a year and a half, ever since Joon and I started Kim & Kim.”
Jimin shrugged, bringing his hand up to rest his chin in it as he looked at his friend, “Sometimes you just want to hold onto this part as long as possible because when you move past it, everything gets more complicated.”
The part of Taehyung that had sometimes wished to be more like his best friend had dwindled when he truly saw Jimin’s behavior for what it was. He feared the future, viewing it as an ever-looming cloud that could engulf him and all his happiness. Because of that, he didn’t make plans. If he didn’t make plans, there would be no disappointment. Staying right as he was with Yoongi, the two tiptoeing around with bashful smiles and sweet words meant never inviting the possibility of pain into his life.
“But maybe things could get so much better.” Tae offered, but the third party showed up right at that moment, to Jimin’s obvious relief.
“Hyung!” Smiling widely, Jimin stood to hug the older man as Tae glared daggers at him.
“Nice to see you too..” Jin spoke with a smile aimed at Taehyung while returning the hug to his other friend.
“How dare you not tell me what he was planning!” The half-whispered statement still held plenty of timbre to it, showing just how frustrated Taehyung clearly was.
“And what would you have done about it if you had known?” Jin asked, seemingly bored as he accepted the glass of wine that was being handed to him.
“And a special drink for the most special customer.” Yoongi spoke as he handed over the last prettily colored and decorated cocktail to Jimin, whose eyes lit up as he took the glass eagerly.
Seokjin smiled at the interaction while Tae continued frowning, taking a drink of his beer.
After a few more exchanged flirtations between the two, Yoongi left the friends and the lawyer picked up right where the conversation had left off, “I would have locked myself in my office so he couldn’t even get to me.”
“You are being ridiculous! You’re acting like he’s trying to throw you over a cliff or something. He just told you to take a couple days off, most people would kill for a vacation!” Jin was never one to mince words, one of the main reasons Namjoon had been so taken with him all those years ago, “Just relax.”
“I.. I don’t even know how to relax. That’s not what I do. I work. I don’t just take time off, lay around. Do I look like a man of leisure to you!?”
With his chin still placed in his palm, Jimin yawned, looking completely bored by the conversation at hand, “You need to lighten up, Tae. Take a drive, do some yoga, get a massage. Oh!” The blonde perked up and suddenly smiled like sunshine, “Get a massage!”
“You already said-”
“No, no. Look!” Pulling out his phone, he quickly tapped through a few screens before handing it over to his friend, “This place is absolutely magical. I went there last month, and I have never been so relaxed before! I swear! You must go there!”
Taking the device from the man’s small hands, Tae looked at the website of the place, boasting the most “Transcending” massage. What did that even mean? He immediately looked skeptical, but Jimin didn’t even let him get a word out, “Don’t even! I will pay for it! I swear, it will make this whole thing so much easier! You might see the benefit of a vacation after this!”
Ha. He highly doubted a massage of all things was going to turn his world upside down. He had had massages before and honestly, people, especially strangers, touching him, was not his idea of a good time, much less a relaxing experience. But Jimin had that look in his eyes. That look. When he wouldn’t just let something die.
“Fine! I’ll go see about a massage. I am not promising I’ll get one. I will just go and see if it’s something I would do. This is not me agreeing to it.”
Jimin looked pleased enough with that answer and texted him the address straight away. Now he had to actually go there. Great.
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After their lunch, Taehyung had gone home and had already received over a dozen texts from Jimin about going to the parlor. The lawyer was half tempted to block his friend’s number for the time being, but instead opted to just get it done and over with. If he went there, took the damn selfie he was insisting on to show he had been, decided that it wasn’t for him and left, it would clear things up quickly.
So, after showering and putting on a little bit more relaxed of an outfit, the lawyer decided to just go and get it over with.
T : I AM GOING NOW. STOP
YAY! Make sure to send a selca ;P : J
Thankfully, the place wasn’t too far from Taehyung’s loft, but he decided to drive anyways. The heat was not very kind, and he wasn’t much for getting all sweaty before he had to deal with people. Finding parking was fairly easy and he stopped outside of the parlor to take a photo, sending it to Jimin and then entering.
The place looked just as it had in the photos on their website. All the furniture was made of dark wood with white and gold accents, that made the place look rather posh. It had all favorable reviews and he imagined had quite a rich clientele if the design was any indication.
“Hi!” A voice interrupted the serenity of the establishment as a man walked out from a door behind the check-in desk. It was not just his voice that affected the room, but his hair was a shockingly bright highlighter yellow, and his clothes were vibrant colors that certainly did not blend in with the decor.
“Ummm.. hi..” Already, Taehyung was feeling rather awkward being there, faced with this very loud personality as soon as he walked in the door. He’d always been fairly toned down himself and Jimin generally gave him all the vivaciousness he could take.
“Good afternoon, it is still afternoon, isn’t it?” The receptionist checked the clock on the desk before smiling once more and nodding, “Yes, good afternoon, sir. I’m Jung Hoseok, but you can just call me Hope. Everyone does. How can I help you?”
Wow, this guy was fucking talkative, but there was something pleasant about him regardless. He was very warm and welcoming and despite his initial shock at the way the man looked, he already couldn’t imagine him any other way.
“Yeah.. I’m uhh. I guess looking into a massage?”
“You guess?” Hope ticked his eyebrow up, but despite his questioning tone, he seemed to also be wearing a knowing smile.
“Well. I have never done anything like this… I don’t really go in search of strangers to touch me.”
With a laugh just as fluorescent as the rest of him, he turned around and grabbed a pamphlet, placing it on the white granite desktop and sliding it towards Taehyung, opening it simultaneously and poking his fingers at the first fold, “This massage here is strictly neck and shoulders, it is done clothed but still in a private room. Very minimal touching, so nothing too crazy for you to get uncomfortable with.”
At the recommendation, Taehyung smiled, genuinely so, appreciating that this man had taken his words to heart and was trying to do something he might be accepting of. That alone had his interest piqued more than it had been prior to his arrival.
“We are here to make you comfortable and ease your stress, not add to it. It’s really important to stay within your limits if you are on the fence about it to begin with. Jumping into something more might-”
Hoseok’s words were interrupted by the parlor door dinging, smiling, and bowing his head to the man who entered. Well, man didn’t seem to be quite the right term, he looked more like a boy. He had to be 20 at most and his lily-white skin only added to his youthful appearance. He was gorgeous, there was no doubt, but Taehyung went back to looking at the pamphlet just as Hoseok did, barely a hitch in their conversation.
“Hi Koo.” The receptionist said off-handedly before continuing where he left off, “Anyways, something more might-”
“Hi, hyung!” The new party, who was apparently named Koo, saddled up to the counter, right beside Taehyung, peering at the paper the two were looking at for only a moment before he extended his hand out to Taehyung, “Hi, I’m Jungkook. Or Koo, I guess, but you can call me any time. I’m a masseur here.”
Now the older man was forced to look at the intruder, turning slightly and letting his eyes take in the hand offered to him to shake. Due to the close proximity of Koo’s hand to his abdomen, he was now made aware of the cropped top that the masseur was wearing, revealing his perfectly sculpted and toned expanse of stomach.
“Kim Taehyung.” he finally said, meeting the younger’s eyes with a friendly smile.
Yes, sure, he immediately found the boy attractive, but he was a professional and offered a slight bow before returning to the pamphlet, not dwelling on the very beautiful man now standing very closely to him.
“This is his first time here!” Hope chimed in with his cheery gusto, motioning to the pamphlet the two were congregating over.
“I knew he must be; I’d definitely remember seeing a face like this before.”
Tae smiled slightly at the flattery and shifted on his feet, clearing his throat, and standing up a bit straighter, “I honestly don’t really think this is the place for me. I’m not a fan of massages really but thank you and I’m sorry for wasting your time.”
“Oh, it’s no problem at all! If you change your mind-”
“What?!” The black-haired beauty chimed in, placing his hand on his chest in shock, “Oh Taehyung-ssi! You have obviously never had a massage by yours truly. I am very gifted with my hands.”
The young masseur picked up his hands and wiggled his fingers in his hair with the cutest little smile that reminded Taehyung of a bunny for some reason. He was only now made aware that one of the other’s hands was covered in tattoos that seemed to continue up the sleeve of his denim jacket.
“Really, I…”
Once more he was cut off by the tattooed fingers flitting to touch his bare arm as he pushed in a little closer to Taehyung, “Give me two minutes to change your mind.”
The lawyer’s eyes now zoomed in on the, not one, but two lip piercings the younger had, while those deft fingers trailed up to his bicep and pressed into the honeyed skin, “Just two minutes. For free, on me.”
“I…”
“Kook-ah is our most sought-after masseur; you are very lucky to be offered a small taste of what he has to offer for free.”
Koo smiled bashfully, his impossibly wide eyes seeming to delve right into the depths of the lawyers soul, “O-okay.”
Did he just stutter? He had never stuttered in his life. How had he managed to be beaten twice in one day?
A dazzling smile lit up the young man’s entire face as he moved to stand behind Taehyung. He was slightly shorter than him, but the height seemed just right when the gentle hand slipped up his arm and embraced his shoulder in a tender, yet firm, grip.
Almost instantly, Tae felt a shiver run up his spine, while goosebumps littered his golden skin and when those fingers began to move beneath the collar of his shirt to press into the knotted muscles, he forgot entirely where he was. Even the loud presence that was Hope seemed to fade into the background while the masseur worked his magic, digging into the most benign of areas but feeling like heaven.
Just as he was finally relaxing, the younger pulled his hands away, fingertips trailing along his neckline before parting ways all together, “Time’s up.”
It seemed as though the words had been whispered right into his ear and he felt himself reaching out in search of more, though his body hadn’t moved at all. It was only when Hope’s voice once again cut through his hazed mind that he realized his eyes were closed and he was still standing in the reception area of the parlor.
“What do you say now Kim-nim? Interested?” The loud voice seemed to have a teasing lilt to it, as if he knew that Jungkook had sealed the deal.
Finally far more aware of his surroundings, Taehyung cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably, feeling almost as if he was standing there naked in front of the two other men, “I… yeah. Okay, I will book something with Jungkook-ssi.”
“Oh, you’re in luck Taehyung-ssi. I am wide open right now.” Eyelashes fluttered alluringly as Jungkook moved to turn Taehyung around, hands now pressing against the man’s upper chest and sliding up and to his shoulders, squeezing them once more, “I have very skilled hands. I would recommend the full package.”
“Okay… yeah.” Was all the older man could manage, nodding along to agree with whatever the masseur was recommending. He really had tuned out entirely to Hoseok now talking about the package and what it cost. Taehyung didn’t give one shit about the price or what he got for it, he just wanted those hands on him again.
Before he knew what was happening, he was filling out paperwork, signing his name, and leaving his credit card with Hope in record time to be led back to a private room.
Once inside, Koo closed the door and led the lawyer to a small rack of clothes, “You can pick from any of these robes, whatever you think you would be most comfortable in. Do you have a preference of scent?”
What did that even mean?
“No, whatever you recommend.” Even his usual very decisive manner had seemed to be taking a vacation, though Taehyung was so enthralled with the beautiful boy he didn’t even notice.
“Okay. I think I have the perfect thing. Just get undressed and pick a robe, then lay down on that table for me, handsome. I just need to grab supplies and I’ll be right back.” The doe-eyed man smiled and trailed his fingers along his bicep, down his forearm and across his fingers, turning on his heels and leaving the room.
It was only then, now that Jungkook wasn’t there to seemingly bewitch him, that he even realized exactly what was happening.
How the hell had he gotten here? How had he gone from wanting nothing to do with this to probably dropping a fortune on a massage? He didn’t even know what he had agreed to.
Cursing under his breath, he began to disrobe, stripping down to his boxer briefs and grabbing the first robe on the rack, tugging it around his body and hoisting himself up to sit on the bed. He felt entirely out of place, running his hand back through his shaggy blonde hair and taking in a deep breath to settle his nerves.
After a moment, he began to smell the comforting scent of a warm fire mixed with a hint of amber and it was then that the door to the room opened once more, and Koo stepped in. He had rid himself of his jacket, now in just the black short sleeved cropped tee and the black jeans that his Calvin Klein’s were peeking out of. He was carrying a few things on a tray, but Taehyung had once again seemed to lose his goddamn mind because even if he’d had a gun to his head at that moment, he couldn’t have answered what any of those things were.
Once the masseur had placed the tray down, he giggled and looked at the lawyer, eyes openly raking down his broad chest and flat stomach to his underwear, “I said get undressed.” He quipped cutely, reaching one of those tattooed fingers out to pluck at the waistband of his briefs.
Instantly, Tae’s stomach sucked in as he felt the digit briefly slip inside of the elastic, causing him to nearly gasp, “Oh… I didn’t know. I thought..”
“It’s okay,” The younger quickly interrupted, the sweetest smile in the world gracing his lips, “Whatever makes you comfortable, Taehyung-ssi. Why don’t you lay down on your stomach and we’ll start slowly.”
Taehyung nodded almost robotically, moving just as Jungkoook had instructed him to.
“Good boy.” The masseur praised and Tae felt his body already heating up, “Just rest your face here, and I promise, you will feel amazing in no time.”
It was almost as if Tae wasn’t even in charge of his body anymore, it seemed more like the other only had to say a word and his body just reacted.
What the hell was happening to him?
Once he was laying as he had been told, he felt the silky material around his neck be pulled back and slipped down his shoulders. The aroma wafting through the air had already set him at ease, feeling a lot more comfortable than he would have ever imagined while lying nearly naked, in a strange place, with a strange person.
Then music began playing and much to his surprise, it was one of his all-time favorite jazz songs by Billie Holiday. Had he been so easy to read or was Jungkook just that in tune with the people that came to him?
“I love this song.” He murmured, eyes closing when he felt warm liquid dripping onto his skin followed by the soft caress of those magic hands.
“I’m so glad.” Jungkook seemed to almost purr, leaning over him as he began kneading into the oiled skin, working up and down his neck in smooth, almost melodic, strokes, “I just want you to feel at ease and let me do what I do best.
“Yes,” Tae responded, not even noticing that it didn’t really make sense. He was already beyond comprehensive thoughts, seeming to melt right beneath the boys nimble fingers.
“What do you do for work, Taehyung-ssi?” Jungkook asked, though not pausing for an actual response, “You are so tense. It must be such a difficult job.”
It was. His job was very difficult and despite his success and ability to do it well, it was quite taxing. A highly regarded lawyer had to constantly be on his toes, always thinking two steps ahead of everyone else and Taehyung really hadn’t ever taken the time to realize that that in itself was exhausting. Couple that with the long hours and his own expectations for himself had truly been wearing him down.
“I’m a lawyer...” He responded anyways, the words faint and almost distant, though Jungkook seemed to hear him fine, dragging his thumbs down between his shoulder blades and burrowing them into the knots.
“Oh my, that is a difficult job. You must have so much on your plate.”
Tae hadn’t really ever felt that way before, but right at that moment, with Jungkook’s hands caressing his back, he felt like he truly did. Sure, he brought it on himself, but he had to. He was the younger in the firm and had less of a name for himself than Namjoon.
He loved his partner and best friend, but Joon was the pull to Kim & Kim, he had already been well-known prior to them starting their own practice and was often who new clients would request, thanks to his reputation. So, despite the older never making him feel that way, he had convinced himself that he had a lot more to prove. He had to work even harder to appeal to those who didn’t seem to have the same faith in them that they had for Namjoon.
“I do, it’s why my friend made me come here.” Usually, he wouldn’t be sharing so much personal information but something about those enchanted hands seemed to coax it all out of him.
“Ah, that explains why you were so hesitant. I hope I don’t disappoint.” Every word that Koo spoke almost seemed to be dipped in the warmth of the room itself, just as inviting as the smells and touches seemed to be, “Do you mind if I take your robe off now? I would like to work your arms.”
“Okay,” Tae responded almost lazily, eyes lulling shut once more as he let the masseur slip the silky material from his arms. There was another brief drizzle of warmth before he felt full on palms now caressing and pressing into his shoulders and up around his neck.
Jungkook’s hands felt otherworldly against his skin, causing the bumps to rise along it once more, “I will do whatever it takes to take some of your stress away.” The words were punctuated by a tight squeeze along each arm, pads dipping into the muscled biceps, “Ohh. You must work out.”
Had Taehyung been in his right mind, he probably would have figured that the whole of ‘Jungkook: The Magical Masseur’ was all an act, but he was far from making rational thoughts, body flaming up at the compliment, “As often as I can, when I can get away from work for a bit.”
“Then you must not be working too much,” Jungkook teased, groping at the bulging flesh, and dragging his thumbs along the veins. The new touches had Taehyung melting into the bed, body nearly turning to water, “because your muscles are so, so big.”
Once more, Koo squeezed, and Tae let out a low groan followed by a heavy breath that spoke volumes of the man’s current state. Later, he would probably look back on this moment in shame, but right now, he wasn’t even on this planet, much less cognizant of the noises he was making.
“Does that feel nice?” Koo’s voice was once again worming its way into the lawyer’s ear, making him practically tremble before he nodded and moaned out at another expert touch.
Taehyung wasn’t sure how long the young man worked on his back, but time seemed to have no meaning when Jungkook’s hands were touching him, and words were stroking him. At one point, the robe was removed entirely, leaving him there in just his skintight shorts and bared flesh.
“I’m going to take these off, okay?” Jungkook asked and Tae lackadaisically nodded, only partially aware that the masseur was now pulling down his briefs, tapping his hip to make him raise up enough to slip the material down and off his legs.
Next, there was more oil introduced to his skin, followed by the now welcome feel of Koo’s magic hands, gliding down his spine and across his ass, “I’m going to work your thighs.” There was no protest from Taehyung, so Jungkook’s fingers danced their way to his right leg, beginning to grope and mold the toned limb.
Once more, the lawyer groaned deeply, body jerking slightly at the foreign touch, not having had anyone near that part of his body in a long time. He really hadn’t noticed how much he needed this, to just let himself go and succumb to even a small ounce of pampering.
“I have to go and grab more oil, I’m so sorry Taehyung-ssi. I’ll be right back.” The younger sounded embarrassed that he had to pause the massage to leave but he did so quickly, giving Taehyung a moment to clear his Koo addled brain.
It was only once the masseur had left him there by himself that he became very aware of the fact that he was completely naked. When had that even happened? And what was even worse, was the fact that he was hard as a rock.
No, not his muscles. His cock. And not just a little half chub. Nope. It was a full-on, raging, leaking pre-cum, erection. Shifting against the table, he gasped slightly, body tensing at the friction it had so clearly been craving. How had he managed to get this turned on without even realizing it?
Fuck. He needed to get out of there.
Just as he was about to move, the door to the room opened once more and the cute, curly-haired boy came back in hurriedly, “I am so sorry, Taehyung-ssi. That was so unprofessional of me. I didn’t realize how low I was on my oil.”
Now what was he supposed to do? His body, clearly having a mind of its own, rutted down against the padded surface and he only just managed to bite into his lip to stifle the sharp breath that threatened to come out, “It’s fine!” He quickly responded, body tensing as he tried to think of a getaway plan.
“There will be no more interruptions.” The masseur spoke apologetically, resuming his place beside the massage table, moving to place his hands on the elder’s thigh once more. This time, however, instead of relaxing, the man flinched, pulling away from the touch on his skin, “Are you alright, Taehyung-ssi? Is something wrong?”
Slowly, Tae took a breath, trying to come up with anything to say, “I uh.. I forgot I have an appointment. I must get to. Right now. So if you’ll leave so I can get dressed.”
There was a hesitation, fingertips still ghosting along the inside of his thigh as Jungkook frowned, which was evident in his voice, “Are you sure you’re-” The boy didn’t even have a chance to finish what he was saying as Taehyung’s hips rolled and this time, he was unable to hold back the moan, eyes closing in mortification.
The boy gasped, hands pulling off of the lawyer’s leg quickly. This literally couldn’t have been any worse, he was going to murder Jimin. Why the hell had he listened to him and come here?
“I’m so sorry...” Taehyung apologized, though he didn’t know what good it would do, he had clearly already freaked Jungkook out.
The silence seemed to last forever, at least in Taehyung’s mind, but then he felt warm oil dribbling onto his flesh again, rivulets gliding down his inner thigh and dripping not only onto the surface beneath him, but the taunt skin of his ball sack.
“Shhh, it’s okay. It happens a lot. Don’t be embarrassed.”
It did? Tae wasn’t even sure what to say at that point, laying there with the warmth of the room and his own arousal consuming him.
Jungkook’s fingers resumed their previous spot, beginning to knead along the back of his leg, one hand curving around the inside of his thigh and grabbing onto the meaty flesh. As he tugged it apart from the other and dug his digits into the sensitive area, Tae almost thought he heard a pleased hum come from the masseur.
“It’s flattering, you know?” Koo broke the tense silence once more, both hands now digging between his legs and pulling the flesh up, one finger grazing ever so slightly along his sack, “Knowing I can make someone feel so wonderful.”
The conversation, though one-sided, was only a partial distraction to the fact that the younger had just accidentally touched him in a far more intimate place.
“I love making people feel good, that’s why I became a masseuse, because I really enjoy people feeling wonderful because of me.” Deft fingers once again slipped between his legs, but this time, while one kneaded into the muscle, the other continued farther, this time multiple fingers rubbing against his balls before pulling away when the other did.
Taehyung was feeling all sorts of confused. Apparently, this was normal, he wasn’t the first person that had gotten turned on during a massage and that made sense. Someone pampering you and touching frequently ignored places could easily have that effect on anyone.
“I want you to feel totally at ease, if you’re uncomfortable, I really don’t mind if you… relieve yourself.”
It felt like his brain was short circuiting, was this guy telling him he could get off? Or was he hearing things?
“Whatever you need. I want this to be a positive experience for you.”
And Taehyung couldn’t help it, or couldn’t stop his body anyways, rolling against the bed once again and grunting.
“That’s it, Taehyung-ssi. I want you to feel amazing.” Koo was egging him on with that soft velvety voice and nurturing words, not to mention his hands now moving to the other leg with much of the same movements as before. This time though, it was his thumbs that were rubbing against his balls, almost massaging them as he rutted into the table once again.
Before he knew what was happening, he was practically humping the table, hips bucking forward into the sheet beneath him which he was positive had to be a sticky mess already. Jungkook continued his administrations, though Taehyung was pretty sure he was practically cupping his balls now, squeezing them more than his legs.
When his stomach tightened, he knew he was close and he felt the others warm body hovering over him with his lips so close to his ear, “Turn over.”
Jesus, he really didn’t want to, he was so close to cumming but fuck, it was as if he had no free-will when it came to Koo telling him to do things. So instead of climaxing, he stopped and rolled onto his back, his rigid, throbbing cock now on full display, proudly curving over his stomach and dripping onto the honeyed skin.
He was pretty sure he had no working braincells left because why the hell had he willingly turned over to present the most intimate part of himself to a stranger.
“Oh my… we have such a big boy here.” Jungkook sounded almost breathless, and Taehyung looked to see Koo’s eyes glued to his erection and drool practically running from his gaping mouth.
Now, instead of feeling embarrassed, Tae felt strangely proud, splaying his legs some as Jungkook’s hands immediately went to massage at his inner thigh from this angle, digging into the muscle and causing the lawyer to angle his legs out even more.
“This is a… full body massage, you know?” The masseur sounded almost pained, as if he was holding himself back, hands continuing to stroke the sensitive flesh of his inner leg.
“I definitely want to get my moneys worth.” Taehyung replied, eyes trailing up the boy’s arms to his face where his lip was now held tightly between his teeth, obviously trying to stifle some sounds, “I was curious. Are you as good with your mouth as you are your hands?”
“Better.” There was absolutely no hesitation in Koo’s response, hands gliding up the crease of his leg to rub against the trimmed pubic hair at the base of his dick, running his fingers through it and digging into the well-kept strands. The other hand was now, undoubtedly, fondling his balls, rubbing them expertly between his nimble pads.
This time, Taehyung didn’t even bother holding back the groan, hips pushing up into the other’s hands, searching for even a hint of the release he had been so close to moments before. While everything Jungkook was doing was turning him on to no end, it definitely wasn’t going to bring him to a climax with the way it was going.
“Fuck.” Tae breathed out, eyes screwing shut as he dug his heels into the massage bed, everything in him fighting the urge to grab the masseur and gave his way with him.
“You can tell me what you want. I want to make sure this is the best massage of your life, Taehyung-ssi.” There was no doubt it already was. And not just because he was all hot and bothered, but if he was being honest, Koo was a fucking wet dream.
Everything about Jungkook had immediately caught his attention. The cute bouncy curls that framed his face, his very forward personality, his midriff on show, and the fucking tattooed arm. The lip piercings were just a cherry on top. A cherry he had quickly imagined would feel amazing pressing along his cock.
“Fuu-” The older groaned out again, aching to feel the others skilled hands (and lips) against the throbbing head of his dick, “Honestly… I want to pin you down and fuck you so full of me.”
With his eyes closed, he only heard the faint gasp from the masseur, followed by his hands retreating away, “Shit, I am so..” Tae began before an oiled hand slapped over his mouth, effectively shutting him up.
He was about to lift his head to look at the other, before the song of shoes being kicked off and a belt and zipper were heard. The next thing he knew, Jungkook was hoisting himself up on the table, straddling over the elder. It was only then that Tae dared to look.
There he was, that beautiful, delicious, rosy cheeked boy, stripped of his pants, now in just his Calvin’s and the cropped shirt he was donning, beautiful thighs bracketing his own. Tae was at a complete loss for words, eyes trailing down the perfectly toned body to the front of the white boxer briefs that already had a significant bulge and obvious moisture at the head of his dick.
He was relieved that Jungkook was apparently as turned out as he was, otherwise this would have been really fucking awkward when it was all said and done.
Leaning over, Jungkook grabbed the bottle of oil, holding it over Taehyung’s body and began to drizzle it across his cock and thigh, “As much as I want to show you how great my mouth is, we don’t have time.”
It was only at that comment, that Tae remembered where they were. What the fuck was he doing? He had never, in all his 28 years, done anything quite as frivolous as he was about to. If only Jimin could see him now.
Tae really didn’t have much time to actually process the events that were unfolding, because then Koo’s hands were wrapping around his cock, both fists pumping the length quickly to get him just as worked up as he had been.
The older man’s eyes raked over every inch of the stacked body on top of him. The curly strands of hair were haphazardly falling out of a bun he had shoved it into at some point, making him already look debauched and they hadn’t done much of anything yet. With both arms in front of him, his biceps were pushing his large pecs together giving him a larger chest than half of the women Tae knew and they were practically bouncing with each jerk of his hands.
Lastly, he caught sight of the thin tie that was loosely hanging around Koo’s neck, though it looked like it was more of a thin scarf than an actual necktie. Whatever it was, swinging back and forth as the younger bounced slightly on top of him, it was mesmerizing.
Moaning out, Taehyung dropped his head back to the table, hips pressing up into the dexterous fingers so expertly choking his raging hard-on.
“Don’t you want to touch me too?” Koo asked in a breathy voice, squirming atop of Taehyung in obvious arousal.
“Fuck… yes. I didn’t know if that was allowed?” He wasn’t sure how things like this went, he had never done anything even remotely in the same vicinity as this before.
When Jungkook laughed, sounding almost endeared, he removed his hands from the lawyers rigid length and went to grab at his shirt to tug it off, “You can touch me however you want, Taehyung-ssi.”
Reaching out, Tae grabbed Koo’s hands pulling them away from his top and tugging him to lay down on against his chest, “Leave it on.” He managed, while a hand groped around the table for the bottle of massage oil, grabbing it tightly and squeezing it along the younger’s stripe of bared back and down over the white cotton of his panties.
In no time, the material was soaked and probably mostly see-through, leaving Tae wishing he could be in a position to feast his eyes on the sight. Instead, he smacked against the dripping material, droplets of oil splashing at the impact and a breathless whine from the boy on top of him.
“Oh, you like that? I knew you had to be a dirty boy the moment I saw you.”
Even that made Koo whimper in obvious delight, wiggling his ass back against the firm grip the elder was maintaining on his cheek.
Once more, Tae connected his hand quickly against the younger’s lobe, feeling it jiggle slightly at the impact. This time JK let out a moan, squirming from his own arousal and the lawyer was feeling equally as delighted as the younger seemed to be.
“More.” The masseur almost demanded, causing a dark laugh to roll from within Tae, clicking his tongue in mock displeasure
“I don’t know if you deserve it. You seem to like it a bit too much.” Instead of striking the pert cheek again, Tae dug his fingers into the fleshy mound, grabbing at the saturated cotton and yanking it to the side. Wasting no time, his digits found the moist pucker of his hole and began to rub against it.
Testing the waters, the lawyer prodded at the right ring, fingertip fighting against the furled muscle, “You’re so tight. Are you even going to be able to take me?”
A moan bordering on frustration came from the younger, pushing back against the elder’s tentative touch, “Won’t know until you try.”
With a smirk, Tae grabbed for the oil one more, now squeezing it right over the younger’s fluttering asshole. His free hand immediately began to spread the substance around, the tip of his middle finger trying to breach the barrier every now and then.
“Ugh, Taehyung-ssi, please.” Koo’s whine was nearly impossible to resist, already sounding so beautifully wrecked. It made the hair on the back of Tae’s neck stand up and his aching member pulsate even more. If this was how Jungkook was acting already, he couldn’t wait to see how he would react to being fucked senseless.
“You sound so pretty when you’re needy.” The lawyer teased, simultaneously pushing his finger past the ring of muscle, and sinking it in until it was completely sheathed inside of him.
“A-another. Another! Now.. please?” He quickly made sure to add please at the end, already having caught on to what Tae would respond well too.
“Already? Such a slutty boy, huh?” Taehyung felt the body on top of him tremble at the insult, a smirk etching across his face at the reaction, “Fuuu- Koo, you are driving me crazy.”
As the older man began to prod another finger into the masseur’s slickened entrance, Jungkook began pushing his ass back once more, aiding in the effort to get the second digit into him as soon as possible. Once they had successfully accomplished the task, Koo moaned and pressed his hands to Tae’s broad chest, rolling his hips against the fingers stuffed inside of him.
Taehyung kept the digits plugged deep within Koo, stroking the silky walls and pulling mewl after mewl from the twitching body straddling him, “God damn, you’re so sensitive. Tell me how that feels baby boy.”
As Jungkook preens, body arching towards Tae and head flipping back, he lets out the prettiest moan Taehyung had ever heard while his nails dug crescents into the elder’s flexing chest, “O-oh. S-So good Daddy.”
Tae’s eyes widened slightly, heart racing even more quickly in his chest at the other’s choice of response. It really shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did, his already weeping cock kicking with arousal he didn’t even know was possible.
Koo was way too gone to even think about what he was saying, grabbing, and groping at the lawyer’s muscles, clearly quite taken with his workout regime. Tae was continuing his assault on the man’s inner walls, bringing the other hand up to tug the oily material over farther so he could start to pull his fingers out and thrust back in, finding his prostate almost instantly, “AH! Fuck! Right there!”
Despite the long time it had been since Taehyung’s last sexual encounter, he was glad to see he hadn’t lost his touch, or maybe this was all part of the experience. Maybe Jungkook was supposed to react like he was having the best time of his life. He tried not to dwell on that too much, smacking the still clothed cheek again as he started to move his hand roughly.
Thanks to the copious amount of oil he had spilled, the squelching noises of his fingers pushing in and pulling out were absolutely lewd. Each plunge in, fighting against the younger’s tightness trying to push him out and then the suction of the substance as he pulled them back out.
When he added a third finger, Koo practically turned to jelly, letting out beautiful ‘Oos’ and ‘Aahs’ with each brush against his prostate. Sliding his hand up the boys back now, he gripped at the skintight tee, pawing it on his way to the boy’s shaggy bob that was almost entirely free from the hair tie. Tae took it upon himself to tug it out entirely, gripping into the hair and pulling his head back.
He knew he probably wasn’t allowed to leave marks but fuck, looking at that unblemished porcelain skin made him want to sink his teeth in and mark every inch of the whimpering boy. Instead, he bit into his lip and continued to shove his fingers in and out, the younger rutting against his angled thighs, still managing to leave Taehyung’s own arousal neglected.
When he felt like Jungkook was close, he stopped abruptly, pulling out his fingers and eliciting a wonton cry from the overstimulated boy, “Don’t you want my cock, baby?” His voice was practically a purr, rolling deeply from within him and covering Koo’s body in goosebumps.
“Y-yes please, please Daddy, I need it. Need your fat cock. P-p-please!”
“Ugh.. begging? What the fuck are you doing to me?” Tae already felt completely fucked out of his mind, the younger’s words and reactions sending him reeling, “What are you doing to Daddy?”
The sound that Koo made after that nearly made Taehyung cum, he had never almost jazzed just from someone else’s pleasure, but here he was, tightening every muscle in his body to stop himself from orgasming before he had even gotten to really feel the boy’s silky walls.
Hoisting the younger up his body with minimal effort, Jungkook gasped, moving to grab onto Tae’s biceps and squeeze them appreciatively. When the lawyer reached down to grab for his cock, he bumped into one of the other’s hands that had beat him to the punch. Before he could even really get a grip on what was happening, Koo had pushed the head of his cock against his sticky entrance, whimpering as he sat himself up, simultaneously sinking down the thick rod.
Even though it was obviously where the moment was going, Tae felt caught off guard, like the breath had been knocked out of him as he felt the younger’s asshole clinging to every prominent ridge of his swollen member. A heavy shuddered exhale escaped from his lips, watching as Jungkook sat on him proudly, all thick 8 inches buried so deep inside of him.
“Ohhhh, you feel s-so good.” Jungkook whimpered, head lulling back and eyes slipping closed as if he had just ascended to heaven. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was being impaled by a rather girthy rod, he would have looked almost angelic.
“Just gonna sit there on Daddy’s cock, baby boy?”
Jungkook’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip, eyes slowly opening to reveal the mirth that was clearly swirling in them, “Mmm it’s just been so long since I had such a big dick inside of me. I can feel it.”
Well, of course he could feel it, was the first thing that Taehyung thought, but when Jungkook moved his tattooed fingers over the swell of his chest and down to his belly, pressing against his pelvis and rocking his hips, “Right here.”
When the younger pressed his palm into his stomach, Tae could actually feel it against the head of his cock, eyes dilating and body jerking up into the boy, “Jeeesus...”
When Koo whimpered and kept his hand flat against his abdomen, he rolled up barely an inch before pushing back down and making his body jolt as his hand moved from the impact.
“Fuck..” Taehyung groaned, dropping his head back to the massage table and bringing his arm up to cover his eyes, “Please, baby. You’re driving me crazy.”
The boy, stuffed to the brim with all of Taehyung’s impressive mass, giggled. He fucking giggled. Eliciting a growl from Tae as he bucked up, punching the air right out of the younger who was not laughing anymore.
Jungkook quickly realized he had reached Tae’s limits, leaning back, and gripping onto the lawyer’s thighs, arching his body beautifully and starting to bounce on the mouth-watering intrusion inside of him.
If Tae had thought he was losing his mind before, watching the boy in the tiny shirt and soaking briefs start to ride him really sent him over the edge. The sight of the boy’s muscled thighs clenching with each rise and fall of his body was absolutely delicious, leaving him scrambling for any coherent thought.
The young man was veracious, each movement harder and faster. It was clear that he had amazing stamina, but Tae could tell when his legs began to quake that he was quickly becoming tired. Reaching up, he grabbed ahold of the cotton tie, tugging at it to bring him down flushed with his chest, “You’re such a good boy. Let Daddy take care of you now.”
It seemed that Jungkook was entirely grateful for Tae being in tune with him, burying his face into the lawyer’s neck and laving his tongue against the salty flesh.
Tae bent his knees, digging his heels into the bed beneath him, catching on the folding seam and beginning to thrust up hard and fast. Next, he grabbed at the ruined underwear, tugging them harshly to the side, fingernails digging into them and ripping the greasy material with ease.
“Oh my g-god!” Jungkook moaned loudly, head still at home against the elder’s shoulder while Tae relentlessly stuffed himself up into the others abused hole.
“F-Fuck, Koo. Baby, Fuck. I can’t hold on much longer.”
“Ung Daddy, do it. Fill me so full. Please. Please, I need it.”
Taehyung had never in his life had unprotected sex and just hearing that made him leak heavily, coating the younger’s insides with more precum than he had ever thought he was capable of, pounding harder and faster until he felt that familiar heat coiling deep in his stomach. He had a pretty good feeling he was going to overflow Jungkook with the heaviness he could feel in his balls.
“A-Are you sure?” The older asked, though he didn’t even know if he could actually stop himself if he had tried.
Jungkook, who had clearly gained a second wind, pushed himself back up, slipping off of the other in a quick motion. Tae’s cock slapped up against his stomach, the lawyer gasping in the sudden loss of contact. What the hell was going on?
Then, Koo turned around, still straddling the elder’s legs as one hand grabbed his ankle and the other took ahold of his cock, stuffing it back inside. Now Tae could see that beautiful ass, expertly bouncing along his throbbing length and hurtling him back to the edge of the abyss.
Reaching down, Taehyung groped the plump cheeks, slipping his fingers beneath the material he had ripped and helping the younger bounce. Spreading his ass apart, he eyed where his thickness continued to spread the boy’s red, abused hole, impossibly wide. This was the shit you only dreamed about seeing, never actually witnessing firsthand.
But he was. He was watching his full eight inches plunge over and over again into the most gorgeous ass he had ever seen; slick with oil and precum.
“Do it. Fucking do it.” Jungkook moaned out, one of his hands leaving Tae’s leg to no doubt bring himself to climax.
Taehyung didn’t need any more of an invitation, his stomach clenched, balls drawing up with that familiar sensation and then he was cumming, “FUCK!”
As he had expected, he quickly overflowed the boy’s entrance, watching as his hot seed spilled out from around his cock and into his pubic hair and he wasn’t even done.
Jungkook tightened around him, flexing his internal muscles to milk Taehyung dry, practically giddy at the feeling of the others hot load inside of him.
When he finally felt like he had drained Tae dry, he slipped off and expertly turned around to beam at the lawyer, face a pretty flush and eyes gleaming with unfettered pleasure, “Same time next week?”
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T : No wonder you like that parlor
You actually got a massage!? I can’t believe it! : J
I was wondering where you had disappeared to : J
T : Yeah… I got a “massage”
What’s that supposed to mean? “Massage” : J
T: What do you mean what’s that supposed to mean?
T: Obviously referring to the “Happy Ending”
WHAT!?!?!?!!!! : J
WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED THERE!? I LITERALLY JUST MEANT A FUCKING MASSAGE?? : J
TAE??????? : J
???!?!?!?!?!!!? : J
Taehyung looked at the screen with mild shock, but mostly amusement.
Apparently Jimin had no idea just how transcending a massage could truly be.
Pity.