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Seonghwa was an escort. The best in the business. It sounded much classier than prostitute, and paid much better as well. With his long curly black hair, plush lips, and deliciously tiny waist, he was quite popular. Women, men, nonbinary folk, it didn't matter who. But of course, he didn't come cheap. To get the best, you have to pay for his time. And time is money. He needed a new client, and he got to hand pick who he decided to spend his time with. Top escort privileges. They may be paid for their time, their attention, and their bodies, but they were still people. They could say no, and that was respected. And if it wasn't, well he knew how to kick somebody's ass. All of the escorts were trained in self defense. Couldn't have someone mishandling the merchandise.Anyway, with a heavy sigh, he flipped through all the potential clients. He was looking for something new, vibrant, and exciting. His long painted nails flicked through all the files laid before him full of potential clients. The women were gorgeous with full lips and breasts, but no one really spoke to him. Their profiles all want a pretty boy to dominate them, but also make them feel loved and special. This was something he was good at of course, but not what he wanted. He wasn't really looking for a female client anyway. His last one ended pretty rough. He was used as a tool to make her boyfriend jealous, and he couldn't fathom why someone would pay his prices for a ridiculous reason like that. Long story short, the man walked away with a busted nose, and she walked away single, and banned from using their services.Flipping through the men's profiles, there were big buff guys, with muscles, and good looks wanting to dominate and spoil a pretty thing. He did love to be spoiled. It was probably his favorite part of the job. Two boys in particular would probably be good for two other escorts. One boy with dark honey skin, pouty lips, and my god his thighs would be very popular with one escort. Another with feline eyes, a strong jawline, big muscled arms, and yet the sweetest smile with dimples. He would be perfect for his best friend and fellow escort. He put those two to the side for them. He liked to help as he was only one man. He couldn't satisfy everyone, but he might be able to lead them to someone better for their needs.Still flicking through, there were small petite boys who were a personal favourite of his. Not to stereotype, but it's like they all wanted someone to top them. Submissive types, all of them. It was just so boring knowing what people would come to expect. How he was supposed to act for certain types. Would it be a crime for a strong muscled boy to want to get topped by him? He preferred bottoming of course, but something for a change of pace. Something different and new for once. Maybe he was just getting too picky.That's when he saw him. He had the prettiest shade of orange hair. Deep and intense honey brown eyes. He also had a bit of a thin frame but with a warm and gentle smile. He frowned seeing he was short, and he almost tossed the file to the side with a huff before a word crossed his vision.Dominant. He stopped, scanning over the man's preferences. He was little sure, but wanted someone to be pliable and submissive to him. But only in the bedroom. Outside the bedroom he wanted someone sweet and soft, someone who likes to be spoiled. How did this man know everything he'd ever wanted? He immediately flipped to his contact information. HongjoongHis name was Hongjoong. An up and coming producer with a few number one hits under his belt. He certainly was a catch, accumulating riches, talented, gorgeous, and single. Of course it made sense why he was seeking an escort. He had a hidden darkness, a dominant personality, and a penchant for a particular type of sex. But you couldn't just woo and court someone off the streets. If something went wrong, he could be exposed. So he needed someone who could deal in secrets. Someone who would keep his sexual desires hidden, as long as he paid the right price. And based on how much this man made…he could definitely pay the amount needed to keep quiet.He licked his lips. Hongjoong was perfect. A breath of fresh air. Something different. Something he wanted and needed. Not only that, but he was incredibly attractive. Seonghwa was more than up for the task. He picked up the files for his two friends, ready to call Hongjoong. ~~~~~~It wasn't really something he wanted to do. But really, it was his only choice. Hongjoong had ignored his physical needs for far too long. In short, he was horny, and it was affecting him. Negatively. He was snappy towards his fellow producers. He was horny, and it made him exceptionally cranky. It was just…he had a preference when it came to sex. You couldn't just go up to someone and say, hey, can I tie you up, make you cry, and fuck you into oblivion? He'd be labeled a pervert. Which was fair, but still. His career hung in the balance of the general public. And sure, you could find someone submissive and willing to cater to his particular preference; but if the relationship were to go sour, his career could be ruined. He needed someone who would keep his lecherous secrets. His friend and fellow producer gave him a website link to help him out. It was an escort service. One that promised to keep their information close to their chest, for the right price. Which he could pay of course. He had just recently bought a nice house, far away enough from prying ears, to give him privacy, but close enough to work that it wouldn't cost a fortune in fuel. Really it was quite a steal. He browsed the profiles available. He was bisexual, but he'd been wanting a pretty boy to spend his time with.There was an escort of the month -Wooyeon: a sharp jawline, and defined neck. About a year younger than he was. Cute for sure. A smirk on his face that definitely showed something deep hidden behind his cute looks. His measurements were nice, plump ass and thighs. A sculpted chest and arms. Definitely someone to consider. But no, he found what he wanted in the top rated category. The very first boy. Mars: he had a rounded face and a sweet smile. A strong nose bridge, and a long elegant neck. His lips are barely plump, and yet the perfect shade of pink. His hair was long, and fell in ebony curls down to almost his shoulder. In some pictures, he had it tied up in a cute ponytail. (Perfect for pulling, his horny mind unhelpfully supplied) his body proportions made him wheeze. A 25 inch waist? That was insane. Was he eating with the money he made? Although his waist might fit perfectly in his hands. He wasn't quite as stacked as Wooyeon, but he was very proportionate and beautiful. His eyes were holding the whole galaxy in them. He was perfect. He entered in his information and everything else needed. It was incredibly thorough: career, weekly pay, and he even needed to upload a current selfie. Like, he wouldn't be surprised if someone came and took a drop of blood too. Of course they had to make sure he was legit, of age, could afford this, and wasn't a criminal who might be a danger to the escorts. But damn. Nothing could be done about it. Now he just had to hope that Mars would even consider him. He was able to pick his top 5, and they could either consider him or deny him which was fair. Just because you were paid to have sex didnt mean you had to sleep with everyone. Unless you wanted to. He wasn't here to judge. About two weeks after that, completely forgetting about even signing up, he was really annoyed, close to exploding. The fragile tendrils of his sanity curled around him like the smoke of his cigarette. He took a deep inhale, hoping the sweet nicotine could maybe immediately curl into his lungs and kill him. He might as well be dead now with the worst fucking writers block he'd ever had in his whole life. He laid his head on the desk, wondering if it was sturdy enough to bash his skull into. As he blew out a billow of smoke, his phone rang. Oh, somebody better be fucking dead, or they would be. Oh great, an unknown number. He answered it with a "What?"A voice scoffed on the other end, but quickly cleared their throat. "Hello, is this Hongjoong?" A honey covered baritone voice asked. His eye twitched in irritation. They had obviously called him. He couldn't when people asked if they were who they wanted. He understood why, but you obviously dialed his number, right? He took another inhale of his cigarette, blowing the smoke annoyingly into the receiver, crushing his cigarette in the ashtray. "Who wants to know?""My name is Mars, I was hoping you'd be willing to talk. But you seem annoyed and busy so I'll just-""Wait wait wait!" Hongjoong yelled, standing from his seat, knocking it back onto the floor. "No! I'm sorry. I've just been having a hell of a time at work! I didn't mean to be so rude."He heard a sweet giggle on the other side while he fixed his chair, and basically melted into the seat. Mars sounded just as cute as he looked. He didn't expect him to have a sweet honey voice and a musical giggle to go along with his good looks. He really was perfection. "Ok, I guess I'll forgive you. Just because it sounds like you could benefit from my… particular services." He couldn't see it, but Hongjoong nodded along dumbly, agreeing with his statement. "You really intrigued me, Kim Hongjoong, and getting my attention isn't easy. If you were still interested, I'd love to meet up so we can discuss business - and pleasure." Mars' voice had pitched down into a rumbling purr, and Hongjoong shivered. It had been awhile since someone has made him feel swirling butterflies in his stomach. Excitement and lust were pumping just under his skin. "Oh yes, that sounds good." He said swallowing thickly "When are you free?""You're the one with the money, honey, you tell me where and what time, and I'll come there with bells on if that's what you want."Hongjoong chewed on his bottom trying to ignore the way his guts were swirling around. He had an idea, and snapped his fingers. "Ah, I know a place that always keeps a private room open for me. Meet me at Utopia at 7pm tonight. The dress is fancy. I'll leave that up to your discretion. The reservation is under Lucky.""Your wish is my command, Hongjoong. Keep me intrigued, and you'll definitely be lucky." Mars replied with a giggleHongjoong hung up, feeling color flooding his face. He smacked his cheeks. "You're acting like a blushing virgin. What's wrong with you? You are a dom. Take control, and make him beg!" He stood up, full of fire. He had to go get ready. He wasn't getting anything done here anyway. ~~~~~~Seonghwa pulled at a piece of the boning in his corset. He wanted to make an impression, and knew his tiny waist would do just that. A button up white shirt with billowy sleeves and a lacey collar. Sinfully tight dress pants, with a pair of heeled boots that clicked against the sidewalk as he climbed out of the cab. And of course the silvery grey corset wrapped around his waist. He matched his makeup to the corset, and had his hair up in a ponytail. The wavy ebony strands of his bangs hung in front of his face. He took a deep breath, feeling nervous. He gave himself a pep talk on the way here, but it didn't help much. It had been awhile since he had felt nervous to meet with a client. With another deep breath, he lifted his chin, and pulled on the handle into the restaurant. Utopia was a trendy, yet upscale restaurant. The colors were outrageous, and yet seemed to work to transport you to a floaty beautiful world. The girl at the front gasped at seeing him. He was used to it. Her eyes lighting up along with her cheeks as she openly stared at him,"Can I help you?" She asked, her voice airy and dreamy."I'm here to meet a friend. The reservation should be under Lucky." He said, letting his voice pitch down if only to delight in her wide eyes. It made his lips quirk up into a smile."Yes, yes of course!" She happily led him to the back where there were private rooms. When he walked in, he really wasn't expecting much. But wow, had he been wrong. Hongjoong was there, and the general aura around him was larger than life. His eyebrow quirked while taking a drink when the door opened. And Seonghwa thought it was the single most hottest thing he'd ever seen in his damn life. "Your waitress will be with you shortly." The girl said with a bow before closing the door behind her. Hongjoong stood up and pulled out a chair for Seonghwa, like such a gentleman. He gave him a once over. His orange hair was slicked back. The dark blue suit tailored to fit him perfectly. The top button of his shirt was undone, and the tie was a little crooked, probably for the aesthetic, but it worked on him. He sat across from him and smiled, his nose scrunching in delight"You look fantastic." He said, like all the air had been stolen out of his lungs. His dark eyes roaming over his body, particularly his corset wrapped waist. Seonghwa giggled, feeling a little more at ease. "Thank you. You look very nice too.""Can I interest you in some wine?" Hongjoong asked, holding up a bottle of a pink wine, "it's strawberry in case you have any allergies."Seonghwa gasped, his eyes lighting up in delight. "No, no allergies. How did you guess strawberries are my favourite fruit? I was born in April, at the height of strawberry season." "That's adorable. Guess you're a few months older than me." Hongjoong said with a small laugh, pouring him a glass. Seonghwa took a small sip, delighting in the flavor across his tongue. It was expensive, he could tell, but it was absolutely delicious. "Oh, that could get me in trouble. It goes down so easily." He set the glass down, folding his hands on the table until Hongjoong handed him a menu."Get whatever you want. Indulge as you wish, angel." Oh, that was a new nickname. He felt his cheeks flush at it. Hongjoong was not only attractive, he also was a silver tongued devil it seemed. "You should watch your words. I'd bleed you dry." Hongjoong smirked, laying his cheek against his hand "I'd rather you milk me dry."Damn he was good. They continued their flirty playful banter when the waitress took their orders, and also got Seonghwa a soda so he didn't drink too much wine. "What are you looking for Hongjoong? A one time thing. A call in service, a sugar baby. I can do it all.""I hadn't thought that far ahead, to be honest. I don't want to inconvenience your life. I keep pretty busy at times. I am admittedly a bit of workaholic.""Hmm, perhaps sugar babying. You keep me happy and paid, and I do whatever it is you need. I'm basically your boyfriend at your beck and call, but the relationship is transactional. And of course," he walked his fingers across his arm before stroking his cheek with his finger. "You get any sugar you want." He grinned seeing Hongjoong shiver from his words. "Don't make promises you can't keep, Mars." "I never do, Daddy."Hongjoong muttered out a fuck before taking a deep breath, happy when their food came, lest he get a boner right here in the restaurant. He needed to get his shit together. "So, before we start I should ask, are you familiar with BDSM?"Seonghwa nodded. Oh yes, he was quite familiar with it. Although he was pretty sure Hongjoong wasn't using it as some shitty excuse to be shitty in bed, or shitty in general. "Well, that's what I like. Tying up, spanking, biting, and generally making you tremble and cry in pleasure. Are you into that?"Seonghwa nodded again. "Yes. I'm actually a bit of a masochist, but nobody has ever made my cry. And most "doms'' are shit at aftercare. I have a good friend who had to hold me when I started dropping, because the guy used me and tossed me out."The fork in Hongjoong's hands dropped onto the plate as his jaw dropped. "He what? I hope he got banned. What a piece of shit. Subs are people, who cares if your an escort, you need to be provided proper after care.""Oh yeah. My friend went and kicked his ass, and then banned him from our services." He said with a giggle "Oh, he was your number 2 pick, Wooyeon."Hongjoong nodded. "He looked like the type who would be bratty, but not take any shit either."Seonghwa nodded "That's exactly him. You're a good judge of character."Hongjoong giggled bashfully. God this man had so many facets, like a diamond "So, what are your hard nos?" Seonghwa covered his mouth, his cheeks full of food, that Hongjoong only smiled fondly at. "Uhm, I'm not really into scat play. That's a no. Holding it, or omorashi is ok. It's not my favourite, but I can do that. Knife play is ok, but no actual cuts or lasting marks. The fear is nice though. But yeah, as long as there's no lasting marks or death, I'm ok with it.""Choking is ok?""Sure, I like that. You do know how to do it correctly, right?"Hongjoong smirked, a predatory look on his face as he stood quickly reaching across the table, and grabbing his throat, squeezing at the sides, making him gasp, vision already starting to blur at the pressure. He sucked in gasping breaths, looking at Hongjoong, who seemed to really be getting off on this, and that also was doing something for him. "Am I doing it right, Mars?" Hongjoong purred, his voice a deep rumble. Seonghwa nodded as much as he could."Is this ok for you, angel? Tap on my arm if it gets too much."But he didn't let it get too much. When his face turned deep red, Hongjoong let go, and he heaved for breath. Holy shit. Now here he was hard, hot, and horny. And there was Hongjoong, eating like nothing had happened. Oh, he couldn't let that fly. He toed off one of his boots, stretching his long leg under the table, finding Hongjoong's shin and slowly moving it up. "Mars…" Hongjoong said…drawing the word out like a warning. But he jumped when he pushed the arch of his foot against his very hard and wow, quite sizeable cock. He quirked a brow because that wasn't what he was expecting. Hongjoong was packing a monster in his pants, and he felt his mouth water at the thought of getting it inside of him. Whether it's his mouth, or his ass he didn't care. He innocently looked away, taking another bite while rubbing his foot against him. That is until he squeaked in pain, his foot caught in a very small but strong hand that was squeezing, bordering on too much. He whined, bottom lip pouting out."Be a good boy, Mars. At least wait until dessert." Oh, he could be a good boy. The best boy in fact. They kept eating, discussing necessary things. Using the traffic light system, checking in occasionally, but trusting Mars to let him know as to not break scene too much. Non verbal cues and signs in case he was gagged, choked, or in his own words "I sometimes get fucked so stupid I go nonverbal, but I've never let anyone fuck me to that point, so consider yourself special." Because it was true. Just this, what they were doing right now, was all then proof he needed. Hongjoong was setting limits, boundaries, and making sure this was going to be the best for them both. He was truly unlike any other man he'd ever met before, and it drove him crazy. The swooping in his stomach and the warmth blooming in his chest was foreign, and a bit unwelcome. "So, you want to give yourself a few days to think about this?" Hongjoong asked, pulling him out of his thoughts . Seonghwa pushed his plate to the side, feeling so full. He stopped, tilting his head to the side "Huh?" "Just to make sure you gave me all the information I need. I'd hate to be mid scene, and you suddenly decide you don't want to do something." Hongjoong said, folding his trembling hands on the table. "Of course consent can be withdrawn at any time, or one safe word will get you safe, but I'd hate to do something you don't like, and forcibly drag you out of your head space."Seonghwa stared at him with sparkling eyes. Why was this man single? How was he single? He was so respectful and careful, and so many more adjectives to describe an above average respectful person. He shouldn't be seeking out an escort. But he feared for his fragile career. It was admirable, if not a little sad. "Hongjoong, I know my limits. We've discussed this in and out. It's really fine."Hongjoong closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He opened his eyes, startling Seonghwa with how intense and lustful his stare was. He could feel lust building up in his stomach "Say the words, Mars. I need to hear you say them, please. Don't tease me."Seonghwa smiled and leaned forward, propping his chin up on his hands, looking directly into Hongjoong's eyes, watching them dilate as each word rolled off his tongue. "Take me home, Daddy." ~~~~~~Hongjoong is pretty sure he'd never moved so damn fast in his life. He nearly barreled the poor waitress over when he wrenched open the door, handing them his card, and then grabbed Mars pulling him towards his car. He drove to his home at what was probably well above the speed limit. He had priorities, see his dick half hard in his pants. When they finally stumbled into his home, he took a calming breath "You mind if I smoke while I show you around?" "It's your house. If your asking if the smoke bothers me, no it doesn't. I indulge from time to time." Hongjoong held out a cigarette to him, and he took it from his hands with his lips, looking at him as he lit the end with shaky hands. "I smoke to calm down, but your fucking stare really does something to me." He lit his own cigarette, and began to show him around. His fully stocked kitchen, open living room, the guest bedroom, his mini production room for when he worked from home, and of course his bedroom with a king sized bed in the middle of it. Seonghwa walked over to an ashtray, snubbing out his cigarette as he looked around. Hongjoong's room with an ensuite bathroom was amazing. Bright colors and artistically beautiful. Hongjoong walked over to his bed reaching between the box spring and the mattress, pulling out a something from each corner. Upon closer inspection, Seonghwa noticed there where rings and tightening attachments. Oh, an under bed restraint system. Fascinating. Hongjoong then went into his closet to walk out holding a treasure chest "When I knew I was going to get an escort, I bought new toys and cleaned them all so you don't have to worry about them being used or anything." Hongjoong said, blushing at the open look of fondness he received. He set it up on the bed, and opened it up. "Pick some favorites, and make sure you're ok with everything in it."Seonghwa rifled around in the box, delighted with everything he saw. Nothing scared him, and he was sure he was safe in Hongjoongs capable hands. He pulled out a few things knowing those would probably be his favourite. Then he turned to Hongjoong with a fond smile. "Do you mind if I use the bathroom to freshen up?""Not as long as you come back mostly naked." Hongjoong said with a lecherous grin. "Of course." Seonghwa pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I'll be right back." Hongjoong grabbed Mars' favourite picks, and set them to the side. He put the treasure chest, still open, on the floor as he pulled out a set of 4 pink cuffs. The pretty escort would probably look lovely in pink. He opened the drawer of the table next to the bed, and pulled out lube and condoms. By happenstance, he picked several flavoured ones, one of them being strawberry. He thought the escort would like that one. He was finishing up when he heard the bathroom click open. He looked over, and his breath was gone. Stolen, by the absolute vision standing in front of him. Mars let his hair down, the inky colored strands framing his face. But the most breathtaking thing was the lingerie set on his body. A strapless cropped bodice that hugged his chest and waist like the corset had. Lacy panties that were mostly see through, and barely contained his dick within the confines. And when he did a full turn, oh it was a thong. He also had thigh highs hugging the tops of his thighs perfectly. All of it white, making him look like an actual angel. Suddenly, he wheezed "You wore that under your clothes?" He asked.Mars nodded bashfully "I'm always prepared, like a fucking boy scout. Do you like it?"Hongjoong walked up, grabbing the escort by his waist "You look like an angel. Can I kiss you?" "You can do whatever you want, Daddy." Seonghwa whispered against his lips. He made a surprised noise when soft petal lips pushed against his. His eyes fluttered shut, cupping Hongjoong's cheek and tilted his head, effectively deepening the kiss. A tongue begged for entrance, licking across his bottom lip and he let it, moaning as their tongues slid together. There was something so intoxicating about kissing Hongjoong. He held an aura of being in control, and yet let him do as he pleased, licking reverently into his mouth. He was desperate to taste every inch of him. They pulled away, a strand of saliva breaking between their lips. He felt dazed and flushed already, and they only just started. Hongjoong pulled Mars over to the bed. "I'm going to tie you down, do you consent?" "Yes." "I'm going to probably do a few things to you like spanking. Do you want to be gagged?""Yes.""Safe word, and symbol?""Red if you pull the gag off. Three snaps otherwise.""Good boy. Give me your legs."Mars swung his long and shapely legs into Hongjoong lap. He giggled as Hongjoong kissed along the tops of his feet through the stockings, up to his ankle before securing the cuff around it. They were lined in a softness that slid against the nylon and cushioned his ankle. He watched as Hongjoong repeated the action with his other foot. "Good job, angel. Give me your arms."Mars held out his hands, wiggling his fingers. He was excited. The excess energy made it hard to hold still. He felt restless. The pretty pink cuffs around his wrists were also cushioned, and felt really nice. Hongjoong really put thought into his toys. "I'm going to put you face down on your stomach." Hongjoong said, pulling out a gag. It had a pink rubber ball on it that matched the cuffs. Cute. "This is your last chance to voice any disagreements."Seonghwa smiled at him. God, he was so sweet and caring. A really good dominant. He reached up, grabbing his chin and pulled him in for a soft kiss "Everything is in place to keep me safe. I'm ready." He pulled back, opening up his mouth, wrapping his lips around the gag. He leaned forward, letting Hongjoong buckle it behind his head. Then he slid up to the middle of the bed, and turned around, wiggling his butt enticingly. Hongjoong giggled, gently smacking his butt while grabbing the first corner restraint. "Here we go."~~~~~Out of all the things Seonghwa expected when this started, a massage at first wasn't it. Apparently, Hongjoong wanted him nice and pliant, and he was there. His muscles had every bit of tension worked out. The only sound was his own breathing. He couldn't see Hongjoong, who had left him a bit ago. Nervous excitement coiling in his gut. He flinched, feeling something drag against his skin. It trailed between his thighs, across the swell of his ass, and then traced up his spine. He shivered, recognizing the shape of a crop. Only solidified when it snapped against his ass. He sucked in a breath, the pain quick, but lasting. He curled his fingers, bracing himself. Another snap on his sensitive thighs made him jolt, his toes curling now. It felt so good. The endorphins in his brain already rushing. Snap. Thighs.Snap. Ass.Snap. Back.Hongjoong alternated between fast hits or slow ones. Seonghwa had already closed his eyes, drooling and moaning against the gag in his mouth. It hurt so good. He ground his body against the mattress, trying to relieve the pressure of his trapped dick, but heard a growl and felt two quick snaps against his ass."Uh huh, naughty boy." Hongjoong purred. Seonghwa keened behind the gag. Hongjoong's voice was a deep rumbly tone, and it made desire pool in his stomach. Suddenly he groaned, a different instrument smacking against his ass. He was going to have trouble sitting later, and was more than ok with that. It had to be a paddle, based on the length and feeling of it. He sucked in a breath, feeling the paddle drag delicately across his sore ass. The bed dipped between his spread thighs, and he was curious as to what was happening. "Had a good idea, angel." Hongjoong whispered. The fabric between his cheeks was pulled to the side, and cold liquid poured between his crack making him groan. Soon he could feel Hongjoong's breath between his thighs, before he pushed his face into the mattress at feeling his tongue prodding against his rim. He clenched his hands, moaning against the gag. Hongjoong's tongue was wicked, tracing shapes, and prodding against his hole while he slurped at it. He jolted, feeling a finger pushing into him as well. He had already prepped, but he wasn't going to stop the man who ate his ass like he was a dessert. He could smell strawberries, and the thought made his eyes roll back. Holy shit. It felt so good, and set his nerves alight. Suddenly, something much bigger pushed against his hole when Hongjoong pulled his mouth away."Can't have my angel feeling empty while I play with him." Hongjoong growled, pushing a plug into the boys ass. Seonghwa bit down on the gag, relaxing when the large plug finally settled into him. He thought he could handle this. The operative word being thought. As soon as his thong was eased back between his cheeks to keep the plug snug inside of him, it started vibrating. He trembled and whined against the gag. His insides felt like they were turning into jelly. The vibrations were powerful, and made him tremble against the restraints. And he felt pleasurable tears begin to prick at his eyes. He sniffled, and felt the bed dip by his head. He opened his eyes and saw Hongjoong look at him with concern while the vibrator stopped. "One snap yes, two no. Are you ok?" Hongjoong asked.One snap."Do you need a break?"Two snaps.It was really something, watching as Hongjoong's face split into a wicked grin. His calm and caring eyes turning into something wicked and fiery. He sniffled again as the vibrator clicked back on.Eventually the spanking and vibrator stopped. He breathed heavily as the gag was removed from his sore jaw. He was covered in drool, snot, and tears. But it wasn't a bad thing. No, he felt thrilled. Arousal swimming in his gut, and he was pretty sure he was laying in a wet spot as his dick had leaked an obscene amount from all the stimuli. He heard a click, his restraints were undone. And he rolled over onto his back, hissing at the pleasant pain. He didn't even have time to reorient himself, as Hongjoong climbed on top of him. His mouth was happily plundered by the smaller man. He gave him control willingly, feeling devilish little fingers winding into his hair and pulling on it. He moaned against his mouth as their tongues twined together.He pulled away with a loud whine as Hongjoong began rocking into his body. Their still covered cocks rubbing together with maddening friction. He grabbed onto the man's hips to keep himself grounded. But all too soon, he was pushed away. Whining at he lost the heat of Hongjoong's body against his, and the friction of his big dick. "It's ok angel, let's get rid of this." Hongjoong whispered while peeling of his wet panties. He pressed soft kisses against his legs and calves, barely felt through the nylon, as he slid them off. He stared openly, as Mars was beautiful. Like he was stunning with clothes on, but off he was even more breathtaking. His honey skin seemed to stretch endlessly. His dick was even cute. Sizeable, flushed red at the tip, wet, and with a slight upward curve to it. He preferred to top, but with a dick that was literally built to his his prostate, he might need to sit on it once or twice. He grabbed the toy still nestled inside of Mars and pulled it out, watching the way his rim stretched around the bulbous edge before fucking it back into him. He reveled in the stuttered moan it forced from him, but he wasnt going to be that mean, yet. He had other plans. He grabbed it firmly, pulling it gingerly from his body, cooing condescendingly as the escort whined at the stretch and tug. It finally came out with a filthy squelch. Hongjoong rubbed up and down his legs, soothing him sweetly. Mars was being so good for him, taking everything he gave, and it made a fondness bloom in his chest. Everybody thinks they are into BDSM before it's more than a few slaps on the butt. His brand of sex wasn't for the faint of heart, and Mars not only accepted his terms, but also proved himself to be every bit of the masochist he claimed to be. The proof there with his hard dick. Speaking of dicks, he cupped his own with a heavy sigh and a shudder rippled through his body. He was really fucking horny, but he wasn't done. Not yet. He grabbed one of the toys he brought into the bed with him. "You must feel so empty, angel. I'll help that." He said while slathering the girthy fake vibrating cock with lube. He leaned over Mars watching his eyes widen and jaw drop as the big toy pressed into him. "That's it, angel. Just relax and let this in, yeah?" He worked the toy in and out, push and pull, giving the escort time to get used to how wide the toy was. Soon it was all the way in him. "Good job. Took the whole toy like a perfect little slut." He didn't give him time to reply. He grabbed the base, turning the dial, and starting up the vibrations. "Hongjoong!!" Seonghwa cried, clutching the bed sheet under his hands, and drawing his legs up while his back arched up. It was pressed firmly against his prostate. The vibrations not doing him any favors as the wide toy rubbed against the sensitive walls of his ass. He moaned, pornographically, pleasure singing in his veins. He was going to go crazy, he was sure of it. His head was going fuzzy, the minor aches and pains of the previous spanking almost disappearing. He was slipping somewhere he hadn't been in many, many years. "Gonna cum, gonna cum." He whined, his body tensing up. "Go ahead, but I won't stop angel." Hongjoong said, words rolling like poisoned honey off his lips. But Seonghwa didn't care, a strangled cry leaving his throat as he came, untouched, all up his abdomen. His eyes fluttered in bliss, but he wasn't coming down. Hongjoong kept fucking the toy into him, still nudging his prostate. It hurt, but it also didn't. His body damn near vibrating from the overstimulation. And his brain fuzzed out, tongue lolling out dumbly, a perfect little fuck doll for his Dom. Subspace for him was hard to reach, requiring so much trust for your dominant to not do something you may regret, and also leaving yourself wide open for a Sub drop. But he trusted Hongjoong so much, and so he let himself go. Hongjoong grinned, seeing the glazed over look on the escort's pretty face. He couldn't possibly handle it anymore, and so he left the toy in his ass while rolling on a condom, and then covering himself in enough lube to make it really wet and messy. He pulled the toy out, clicking it off, and hurling it somewhere. Finally, finally sheathing his dick into the taller boy's ass. It was heaven. Even through the condom he could tell it was warm and wet, like wrapping your body in expensive silk or drinking hot cocoa when it was chilly outside. Absolute perfection. He didn't wait, setting up a hard and fast pace, eager to get his orgasm. He reached up, grabbing the escort by the neck, squeezing the sides. He made a broken noise, his body clenching up on Hongjoongs dick, and it made the younger boy shudder in pleasure. He released his grip for a few seconds, only to squeeze it again. Mars was absolutely out of it, hands gripping onto his forearm, keeping the pressure steady. "Fuck angel, so good. Feel so good clenching on my cock." He praised l, already knowing he was about to careen off the edge. He leaned down, gripping inky black locks, and pulling them into a filthy kiss, his pace faltering, feeling so fucking close. When the elder clenched up again, semen streaking up his abdomen and chest, while letting out a positively pornographic level moan and clenching down as his body locked up, that was it. Hongjoong tensed up, before visibly trembling, coming so hard it was a full body reaction. He slowed his hips, milking his cock for every single drop to spend inside the condom. Oh so gently, he pulled out, disposing of the condom. On shaky legs, he went into the bathroom and used warm water on a washcloth. As soon as he came out of the bathroom, Mars was sitting up, bottom lip trembling as he wrapped his arms around himself. Hongjoong quickly grabbed a blanket, and ran into bed, bundling him up and hugging him tight. "Hey sweetheart. You did so good, I'm so proud of you." He pressed soft kisses against his face, and reflexively the boy's legs opened. He pushed his legs closed "No baby, it's ok. No more, ok? You did good, made me feel amazing." Seonghwa broke, a heartbreaking sob leaving him, and Hongjoong just held him tight whispering praise to help ease him down. Nothing hurt, he didn't feel bad, it was just coming down from the high. The warmth of Hongjoong's body felt so nice, he leaned into his embrace. The soft praise whispered against the crown of his head was a bit lost in the fuzz of his head, but it sounded so reverent and sweet. Slowly, his head didn't feel fuzzy, and he blinked a few times. He soon realized sometime during all this, Hongjoong had cleaned him off. He stretched out his limbs as Hongjoong walked in from the bathroom. "Hey there, angel. Sorry, I had to pee."Seonghwa waved it off "I'm good now. Thank you for that. You're amazing."Hongjoong giggled, pressing a kiss onto the bridge of his nose. "I could say the same." Seonghwa scrunched his nose like a bunny. And plastered a smile on to his face. "I'll grab my clothes, and get out of your hair."Hongjoong frowned, "You're my sugar baby, no? Stay here with me. I took a few days off, I can work from home if I want. But you just went through an intense scene, and I don't want you being alone. We can go shopping for clothes and anything you need tomorrow to stay over."Seonghwa blinked a few times, pinching himself. Yeah, that hurt, Hongjoong was serious, and he wasn't dreaming. His mouth opened and closed, unsure what to say. Finally, he took a deep breath. "Seonghwa.""Pardon?""If I'm going to be your sugar baby, my name is Park Seonghwa." Hongjoong grinned, climbing into his lap, and pressing soft kisses to his lips. "Well then Park Seonghwa, I'm Kim Hongjoong, and I'm going to spoil you rotten."Seonghwa giggled, nuzzling against him. "Well, I love to be spoiled." He felt his heart throb in his chest. Something about Hongjoong was really special, and he had a feeling that maybe, he wasn't going to be in the escort game for much longer.