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Moans filled the room. Byun was penetrating Kyungsoo’s mouth with too much fervour. His jaw was already tired, his gag reflex was betraying him. His mouth was filled with spit and his tears were long dried.
His knees hurt even when the mattress was under them. Kyungsoo could feel the anger of Sir Byun with every trust. They didn’t talk much besides their usual exchange of what the service of the night was going to be, the guard was not a man of many words, especially not about his work at the palace. Kyungsoo knew that all that information was reserved for Lēno Kim.
It didn’t take much longer for his mouth to be filled with cum, as always, without warning, but instinctively he could have seen the signs if his mind was not been that out of place. Practice makes the master and Kyungsoo has been in this line of work for too long.
Both were heavily panting. Kyungsoo spits the remaining cum that he couldn’t swallow into the floor. He will have to clean that later, but his jaw was too abused to force it any longer.
—How much will it be this time? — Sir Byun asked while putting his pants back on. This was like an inner joke between them because Kyungsoo's answer was always the same, every time, after every fuck, — Qui debitor est vitae tibi suae, ipsum gratissimum debitorem .
He who is indebted to you for his life is the most agreeable debtor,
Either way, Byun never forgets to give a small bag full of coins to Kyungsoo. From time to time, he would bring gifts to their appointments. Beautiful lingerie he wanted Kyungsoo to wear or some toys to make the night more enjoyable.
Kyungsoo could never say no to any of his requests, even if they were not to his taste.
When the guard was gone, he clean himself up and then the cum he left on the floor. He was left with a hard-on from the mouth fucking, but he was not in the mood to have another client too soon. He just let it get soft and arranged the room.
When he went out to give the money to lēno Kim he spotted the room that was in front of him with its door wide open. Kyungsoo could hear sinful moans and cursed words reverberating in the hall. Soon he saw that all the noise coming from the image of a woman wearing a strap-on was fucking the living daylights out of Kai, or Kim Jongin for the ones that have years working in the brothel.
She was a regular of theirs. An old money lady that enjoys fucking pretty boys and has a deep appreciation for being an exhibitionist, nothing out of the common. But as Kyungsoo can’t deny Sir Byun whenever he comes, he lost the huge sum of money the lady would have given him tonight. It would not bother him as much if the substitute whore she chose were not fucking Kim Jongin.
And as if the nuisance boy could read his thoughts, he looked at the door where Kyungsoo stands. Gave him an intense stare while he moaned as the lady started to penetrate him deeper. The lady would have been too turned out by the spectator that she put three fingers on Jongin’s mouth to command the boy to suck them.
Kyungsoo scoffed. He will not participate in any way that could make the lady give extra money to that scum.
He walked downstairs to look for Junmyeon, he find him on the counter in the front, writing down whatever he was immersed in.
— Why did you give lady Kang to him ? — Kyungsoo asked him with disgust in his voice.
— She was the one asking for Kai— Junmyeon didn’t even look up at him, too concentrated on dealing with his papers.
Kyungsoo was enraged. Lady Kang has never used anyone else but him. Above all, Jongin was the exact opposite of him, he was sure the damn boy would not be of the lady’s taste. Kyungsoo has curves, a flamboyant ass, pale skin and dark hair that combine so well with his body and aura. He used his charms however he liked, however, they wanted him. When the client asked for a pliant submissive boy he could deliver perfectly, that was his most demanded service and the one he was trained for.
Jongin, on the other hand, had not even a single cell on his body that didn’t scream sin. With tanned skin, a lean body, and a fierce gaze. Men loved to force him to take him. That was his thing, the favourite punch bag of the men seeking approval of their masculinity.
Manhood against manhood, a foreseen claimed victory for every man that chose Kim Jongin.
Kyungsoo saw another client entering the burdel, a woman. He took her without restraints. He wanted to ejaculate his frustration, so Kyungsoo fucked her. He fucked her out of pure spite, senseless. Shadowed by something he usually doesn't let reign over him, overpowering forcefulness.
If he cummed while having the vivid picture of Jongin getting screwed, then no one has to know.