Luxury Man

While JaeHwa patiently waited for the elevator to reach the fifth floor, he gazed at his reflection in the mirrored walls. It was a completely mirrored elevator, giving him the opportunity to check how his clothes looked at that moment.

His phone, vibrating in his pocket, signaled a message from his friend, Min YoonHa, inquiring about the dinner JaeHwa had supposedly made. "I didn't make any dinner, YoonHa. I'm working, and it's not even six yet. Get out of bed and make it yourself," he replied in an audio message, hearing the elevator signal that it had reached the desired floor.

JaeHwa looked around; his client had scheduled a meeting at five in the evening and specified the apartment where he would be waiting. The boy didn't enjoy making house calls, especially for new clients, but the caller's voice during the conversation caught his attention. The man seemed shy asking about the fee for two hours and even inquired if JaeHwa had an issue with inexperienced guys. JaeHwa quickly figured out the situation; the man was a virgin, something he didn't particularly like, but the thought of the voice that had intrigued him moaning softly and asking for calm led him there.

The phone vibrated again. "D*mn it, JaeHwa, I don't even know how to boil water!" YoonHa replied to the audio, making JaeHwa stop in his tracks and laugh. "Your problem," was his response.

JaeHwa put his phone back in his pocket and stood in front of apartment 506. The boy pressed the doorbell, adjusting his dark button-down shirt.

The door opened, revealing a pair of dark, wide-eyed eyes looking up at him. "Park Hayoon?" JaeHwa asked, smiling mischievously.

The sight was of a smaller, plumper, and utterly beautiful boy. His hair was pink, almost turning blond, and his rosy, full mouth also caught his attention. JaeHwa had impure thoughts about it; he couldn't help himself.

The smaller one nodded, blinking in confusion and looking around. "You can come in," he replied softly, giving way to the other.

JaeHwa entered the place and noticed its complete organization. The place smelled strongly of flowers, either because the boy had just cleaned it, or that was Hayoon's natural scent. JaeHwa was curious; he saw Hayoon staring at him again and then smiled. He approached the boy, pressing his body slowly against the door, lowering himself slightly to be face-to-face.

"You're handsome," Jeon said, noticing that the scent was definitely coming from Park. He wanted to smell him on the neck but saw the way the boy's cheeks blushed, so he refrained from scaring him too much. "The payment?"

Hayoon pointed to the table in his living room, and JaeHwa followed with his eyes. He straightened up and walked over, counting the stacks of bills there, counting each one to be sure.

"There are six and a half million won," Park said softly, approaching.

"There's more than I told you," Jeon said, putting the bills in his pocket. "Why?"

"Because I need your help. Help me, really."

"To lose your virginity, I know... And where do you want it?" Jeon looked around again. "In the bedroom?"

"C-Calm down. Do you want to drink something first?" Hayoon approached and walked to the kitchen. "Wine?"

"I don't drink during work," Jeon said calmly, leaning on the island that divided the kitchen. "but feel free."

Hayoon nodded quickly, genuinely nervous. Jeon just enjoyed the beautiful sight of the boy. He was truly beautiful, the most beautiful person he had ever seen or serviced. He wore tight shorts that accentuated his beautiful thighs and buttocks. The clothes were branded, which didn't surprise JaeHwa since most of his clients were rich.

Hayoon drank a glass of wine quickly and filled another. "Just don't get drunk," Jeon said, laughing. Park looked at him and nodded. Jeon then walked over and stopped next to him. "You're really handsome," Jeon said and noticed that the scent was definitely from Park. He wanted to smell him on the neck, but he saw the way the boy's cheeks blushed, so he refrained from scaring him too much. "The payment?"

Hayoon pointed to the table in his living room, and JaeHwa followed with his eyes. He straightened up and walked over, counting the stacks of bills there, counting each one to be sure.

"There are six and a half million won," Park said softly, approaching.

"There's more than I told you," Jeon said, putting the bills in his pocket. "Why?"

"Because I need your help. Help me, really."

"To lose your virginity, I know... And where do you want it?" Jeon looked around again. "In the bedroom?"

"C-Calm down. Do you want to drink something first?" Hayoon approached and walked to the kitchen. "Wine?"

"I don't drink during work," Jeon said calmly, leaning on the island that divided the kitchen. "but feel free."

Hayoon nodded quickly, genuinely nervous. Jeon just enjoyed the beautiful sight of the boy. He was truly beautiful, the most beautiful person he had ever seen or serviced. He wore tight shorts that accentuated his beautiful thighs and buttocks. The clothes were branded, which didn't surprise JaeHwa since most of his clients were rich.

Hayoon drank a glass of wine quickly and filled another. "Just don't get drunk," Jeon said, laughing. Park looked at him and nodded. Jeon then walked over and stopped next to him. "You're really handsome," Jeon said and noticed that the scent was definitely from Park. He wanted to smell him on the neck, but he saw the way the boy's cheeks blushed, so he refrained from scaring him too much. "The payment?"

Hayoon pointed to the table in his living room, and JaeHwa followed with his eyes. He straightened up and walked over, counting the stacks of bills there, counting each one to be sure.

"There are six and a half million won," Park said softly, approaching.

"There's more than I told you," Jeon said, putting the bills in his pocket. "Why?"

"Because I need your help. Help me, really."

"To lose your virginity, I know... And where do you want it?" Jeon looked around again. "In the bedroom?"

"C-Calm down. Do you want to drink something first?" Hayoon approached and walked to the kitchen. "Wine?"

"I don't drink during work," Jeon said calmly, leaning on the island that divided the kitchen. "but feel free."

Hayoon nodded quickly, genuinely nervous. Jeon just enjoyed the beautiful sight of the boy. He was truly beautiful, the most beautiful person he had ever seen or serviced. He wore tight shorts that accentuated his beautiful thighs and buttocks. The clothes were branded, which didn't surprise JaeHwa since most of his clients were rich.

Hayoon drank a glass of wine quickly and filled another. "Just don't get drunk," Jeon said, laughing. Park looked at him and nodded. Jeon then walked over and stopped next to him. "You really are beautiful," Jeon spoke and noticed the boy's eyes locking onto his. He then leaned in, lowering himself slowly, face-to-face with Hayoon. "You're beautiful, even more so up close," he murmured, his breath brushing against Hayoon's lips.

The smaller one blushed, his gaze shifting nervously. "Um, thank you," he stammered.

Jeon straightened up, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Shall we move to the bedroom?" he suggested, already anticipating the events that would unfold.

Hayoon nodded, leading the way. As they entered the bedroom, Jeon couldn't help but notice a corner filled with various toys that seemed to belong to some pet. Judging by the pink bed next to the sofa, he assumed it was a dog.

"Do you have a pet here?" Jeon inquired as Hayoon closed the bedroom door.

"She's not here," Hayoon replied. "It's a female dog named Fluffy."

"Fluffy. Cute," Jeon remarked, his mind briefly wandering. They were now in silence inside that room, and considering it was Hayoon's first time, Jeon didn't immediately remove his pants but unbuttoned the first button. Approaching again, this time focusing on Hayoon's eyes, he spoke softly, "Let's take it slow, alright?" The boy nodded in agreement.

Jeon lowered himself, initiating a gentle kiss on Hayoon's neck. Despite his internal conflict about Jiwan, the thought of being with a s*x worker before making love with him troubled Hayoon. He shivered when Jeon's warm and moist tongue traced his skin, gasping as the older man's hand firmly touched his waist.

In Hayoon's mind, it was a good mistake. Cowardly, he felt a warmth envelop him, and the way Jeon handled him was new and pleasing. His body trembled slightly from nervousness, adding to the excitement. As Jeon's tongue brushed against his ear, he couldn't help but moan softly, experiencing sensations he had never felt before.

Jeon's phone vibrated, interrupting the intimate moment. "Do you want to c*m?" Jeon asked in a husky voice, and Hayoon nodded silently and quickly, leaving Jeon satisfied.

Jeon eyed Hayoon's member, now covered only by the thin black underwear, completely drenched. "Your moans are delicious," Jeon remarked, smiling. He couldn't resist for long; his own desire was building up. Jeon decided he wanted more than just the role of the giver, imagining what it would be like with Hayoon inside him.

Thinking of convincing Hayoon to reciprocate, he was taken by surprise when the boy climaxed in his mouth. Jeon was caught off guard; usually, clients had to use protection even for oral s*x. It was a mistake, and he'd have to visit the doctor, a routine after such mishaps.

Hayoon gasped, covering his mouth in shock. Jeon stood up, mouth filled with semen, and looked at him. Not wanting to swallow it, he turned away, spotting an open bathroom door. Slowly, he approached the sink, leaning over to spit without making much fuss. As he rinsed his mouth, he returned to Hayoon, who now looked troubled.

"I think... I won't be able to go through with it," Hayoon said, looking at Jeon with a furrowed brow.

Jeon raised an eyebrow. "Did I do something that bothered you?"

"No, it's not that," Hayoon laughed nervously, covering his recently ejaculated and still hard member under the light shirt he wore. "It's just that... it was really good, too good, but I don't want to feel these sensations with someone like..." Park searched for the right words but couldn't find them.

"Someone like a s*x worker, I know," Jeon said calmly, chuckling. "It's a tough decision, and even though I could give you pleasure, you want to feel this with someone you care about."

"Yes, exactly," Hayoon replied, a bit dejected. "It has to be with Jiwan..."

"Well, it's up to you. I don't do refunds, but we still have an hour and a half paid. Are you sure you don't want anything else?"

"It's okay; you can keep the payment. I'm sorry for being a coward. I just want to do everything right..."

"I understand," Jeon chuckled. "I'll be on my way, then."

Hayoon nodded, stood up, and went to grab the underwear that Jeon had removed. He dressed quickly before escorting Jeon to the door.

As they walked together in silence, which lasted maybe five seconds since the distance was short, Hayoon opened the door for Jeon and bid him farewell.

"See you later?" Jeon laughed as he looked at him.

"Maybe, but I really hope not," Park replied. "I mean, not like this, you know? You, as... you know?"

"I know," Jeon answered and made him laugh again. The laughter caught Jeon's attention once more, and it was the trigger for what he did next. Hayoon was surprised when Jeon's lips met his again, and still shocked, he felt the prolonged kiss Jeon gave him.

Was there a reason for Jeon to do it? Clearly not, but he couldn't resist.

"See you later," he said before turning his back and leaving.

Jeon was packing his bag with the necessary books and notebooks when he heard the door of his room being opened.

"I'm hungry," YoonHa said, throwing himself on the other bed.

Jeon just rolled his eyes and closed his bag.

"You know there's this thing called a refrigerator, right? It has food."

"But those are foods that need preparation, and I don't know how to cook. What kind of friend are you that doesn't cook?"

"The kind that's tired and needs to go to university now?"

"You're tired from screwing, JaeHwa; that shouldn't be tiring. It should make you happy and motivate you to cook for your older friend."

"Firstly, go screw yourself," Jeon looked at his friend, who flipped him off. "You get a monthly allowance of ten thousand from your parents, buy ready-made food or whatever, hire someone to cook for you; I can't."

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