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The air pumped with the sound of a heavy bass track as Jeongguk slid into a seat at the bar. Bodies moved around him, the club was packed, but Jeongguk wasn’t here for pleasure. Sweeping his gaze across the room, he found what he was looking for almost immediately: Kim Taehyung, standing centre stage. Jeongguk watched as Taehyung swung around the pole, body moving like silk, electric blue eyes gazing indulgently at the crowded gathered beneath him. Flicking up to stare at Jeongguk. As soon as their eyes met, he dropped down to a crouch to whisper in the ear of a close bodyguard.Turning back to the bar, Jeongguk waited for the guard to approach. He knows how this goes – the man will guide him to a room to wait for the boss and he’ll be stuck here for god knows how long until he finally gets his meeting. As expected, the guard finds Jeongguk and leads him toward the back of the club.“Boss wants you to wait in here.”Jeongguk frowns, “This is a private room for the…performers,”“Boss’ orders,” the guard shrugs, leaving Jeongguk to take a seat on the leather couch to the back of the room – right behind the chrome pole that stood centre.Contrary to what Jeongguk assumed, he only had to wait a little over ten minutes to be graced with the presence of his reason to be here.“Jeon Jeongguk. What brings you to my fine establishment?” Kim Taehyung says, sweeping into the room like he owned the place – he did – dressed in little more than a pretty silk robe.Jeongguk presses his lips together, “Kim Taehyung. Pleasure. I’m looking for information,”“Ah, of course. And here I thought you might have just been interested in my company,” Taehyung bemoans with a pout. Jeongguk has met Taehyung a couple of times before, but never on the man’s own turf.Before Jeongguk can say anything, Taehyung steps towards him, heels clicking against the ground. The man – or rather, demon – leans over him, bracing one arm against the back of the couch. Jeongguk knows better than to push him away but leans back all the same to get distance. Taehyung has other plans.“You know information comes with a cost, Jeonggukie,” the demon purrs, brushing his lips against the shell of Jeongguk’s ear. Jeongguk blushes immediately. This close, he can see every inch of Taehyung face; completely flawless and unfairly perfect.He looks away, over the man’s shoulder, “Name your price,”Taehyung ‘hmm’s, leaning back and looking Jeongguk over. The hunter wonders what he sees.“Depends on the information you need,” Taehyung says finally and, to Jeongguk immediate surprise and panic, moves forward to kneel on the couch with a leg on either side of Jeongguk – and sits right on Jeongguk’s lap. “Tell me what you want.”“Um,” Jeongguk squeaks, feeling the demon shift around on his lap to get comfortable. “I need, ah, your expertise on the local witch coven,” Taehyung leans his other arm on the back of the couch, caging Jeongguk in, “h-how many members, which district they practise in, and if you’ve – ” the hunter feels Taehyung rock his lower body forward slightly, “- heard any news about them lately,” fuck the robe’s coming undone – Taehyung smirks slightly, knows exactly what he’s doing, and Jeongguk kind of hates him for it. The asshole grinds down on Jeongguk again, controlling his body to create perfectly smooth movements against the hunter.“Taehyung, could you, um,” Jeongguk starts, face surely completely red by now.“Yes Jeonggukie?”“Stop – ugh,” The demon shifts forward to grind directly over Jeongguk’s crotch and jesus Jeongguk did not realise he was already getting hard. His ears feel like they’re burning.Taehyung grins wide, “That kind of information is valuable baby,”Jeongguk knows he won’t get anything out of Taehyung if he pushes him away now. He’s going to have to suffer through it.“What do you – hn – want?”Taehyung slows from his continuous rocking on Jeongguk’s lap. Both of them know that the information Jeongguk needs is something he can’t get anywhere else, and Taehyung knows that Jeongguk wouldn’t be here unless he was desperate. The hunter will have to play whatever game Taehyung wants or walk away with nothing. The demon had Jeongguk cornered.“Well….” Taehyung begins. Jeongguk shifts, feels like his fight of flight response was triggered by that one syllable.The demon abruptly slides off Jeongguk’s lap.“Touch yourself.”If Jeongguk had been drinking anything, it would’ve sprayed halfway across the room in response to that statement. As it is, the hunter chokes on air, hacking out a ‘what?’ of incredulity.“You heard me,” Taehyung smirks, “touch yourself. I want to see you come.”Jeongguk wants to die. But he also wants the knowledge Taehyung has.“That’s – that’s what you want? I, uh, get off in front of you and you’ll give me the information?”“Mhm. I’ll make it even easier for you,” the demon says, and – slides off his robe oh god he’s wearing panties. Indeed, beneath the robe Taehyung was wearing nothing but white lace panties with a matching garter belt, stockings, and his pleaser heels. They click as he steps up to the pole in front of the couch. “I’m going to dance for you, and you’re going to watch me and get off. Okay?”Oh god oh god. Jeongguk is not ready for this. Jeongguk is freaking the fuck out. Jeongguk is a professional, and he is also really, really hard in his pants.“Okay.” What.Taehyung smiles like he knows exactly what Jeongguk is thinking, clicks his fingers to trigger music, and begins to dance.The demon moves to the music like he was born to do it. His skin glows golden and smooth in the low club lights sliding against metal with serpentine grace and the kind of motor control rookie hunters dream of. Taehyung didn’t open a strip club for the money. Taehyung opened a strip club because he covets performance, presentation, and seduction. Jeongguk never stood a chance.“Touch yourself, Jeongukkie” the demon purrs, and Jeongguk jolts, feeling hypnotised and unbalanced. He moves one hand to the bulge in his jeans to give pressure, biting back a quiet sound as he does it. Taehyung starts to roll his body against the pole as Jeongguk presses his palm down in the same rhythm. Music pulses through the room and Jeongguk feels like he’s drowning.“Take your cock out.”The hunter stills, struck suddenly by the situation. Taehyung frowns, makes eye contact with him and growls out,“Jeongguk.”Jeongguk helplessly obeys.“Oh, that’s a pretty picture,” Taehyung says, staring at Jeongguk with so much intensity that the hunter feels like he’s pinned down. The demon continues to move, watching Jeongguk stroke his cock with one hand, the other gripping the couch pillow. He tries to close his legs, shy from the observation, but hears the demon make a bothered noise before something snakes out around each of his ankles to tie them back to the couch, spreading his legs wide open. Jeongguk whimpers, and Taehyung loves it.The hunter is so turned on, watching Taehyung dance just for him, seeing the demon’s body moving; graceful hands, perfectly sculpted torso, long legs and ass, Jeongguk wants him back on his lap. Taehyung seems to hear his silent request, stepping away from the pole and back towards Jeongguk. But instead of sitting on Jeongguk’s lap again, Taehyung sinks to the floor between Jeongguk’s spread knees. Jeongguk stops moving, waits to see what the demon will do.“Did I tell you to stop?” Taehyung arches an eyebrow, prompting Jeongguk to start moving again. Apparently this isn’t enough for Taehyung and he reaches up to grip Jeongguk’s chin.“Did I tell you to stop?” He repeats.“N – no,”“Keep going until I say otherwise.”Jeongguk shivers, “O – okay,”He resumes his movements, hand slicked by precome gliding up and down his cock. Taehyung just kneels there between his thighs and watches Jeongguk come undone before him. The hunter – doesn’t feel like a hunter anymore. He feels like nothing exists outside this room, like there’s no beginning or end to this. Like he’s going to sit here on this couch pleasing himself for Taehyung, doing whatever Taehyung wants, as long as the demon demands him to. Feels like he belongs to Taehyung.He can feel his orgasm coming and moves his hand faster. His other hand moves helplessly to his chest to tug at his nipple, causing Taehyung to look delighted with the scene in front of him.“You’re so fucking lovely, Jeonggukie, I could watch you for hours,” the demon says, and Jeongguk, Jeongguk wants to, will do it, will sit here for hours if Taehyung wants. Then Taehyung says,“Come,”And Jeongguk is gone.His whole body shakes violently and his vision blurs, eyes rolling back in his head. His lips part in a drawn out high pitched whine as he’s wracked by pleasure and completely overwhelmed, orgasm coming in waves over and over and over.What seems like hours later he finally returns to himself. He barely remembers where he is, what’s going on, until the person in front of him breathes out a fuck and rocks backwards.“Jeonggukie, baby boy, that was gorgeous, look at you,” It’s Taehyung, still kneeling there, watching him pant, watching his thighs quiver and cum soak his shirt as he comes down from his orgasm.“Baby, baby, so perfect,” Taehyung mumbles and Jeongguk barely comprehends what’s going on as the demon pushes him back and leans over to mouth at his shirt. The hunter feels Taehyung’s tongue through the thin cotton as he laps at the cum all over it, sucking and moaning, it’s so fucking dirty that Jeongguk feels his dick twitch again.“Tae – hyung, stop, stop,” Jeongguk whines, pushing the man back. Taehyung pouts but lets Jeongguk tuck himself back into his pants and straighten his shirt up. He tries to close his legs but finds they’re still trapped against the couch. He looks at Taehyung and the man reluctantly moves back, releasing Jeongguk’s legs and allowing him to compose himself.“So, um, the. The information?” Jeongguk manages to stutter out. Taehyung’s face goes blank and he picks up his robe to slip it back on, turning away from Jeongguk. The hunter thinks he’s done something wrong until Taehyung turns back around with a glimmer in his eye and a smirk dancing around his lips.“Of course, baby,” the demon says.Half an hour later as Jeongguk leaves the club and starts on the drive back to headquarters, he finds his mind stuck on Taehyung. On his face and body, the power in his voice, his commands, but most of all the way he looked at Jeongguk. Like Jeongguk was the most perfect thing he’d ever seen. And Jeongguk knows that that stare will plague him for a long time.