Chapter 8: Plaything Senior (8)

　　DING.

　　The brief chime of the doorbell cut through the room. Choi Seongbin opened the door to find Yang Juwon standing in the hallway, clutching his backpack straps so tightly his knuckles were white.

　　He looked incredibly awkward, unable to even lift his head. At least his face was visible thanks to his recent haircut. His eyes darted nervously around the corridor, his lips parting as if to speak, though nothing came out. Not that Seongbin felt any particular thrill looking at him.

　　“Come in,” Seongbin said, stepping back.

　　The older man hesitated before shuffling inside. Seongbin had a pair of slippers waiting, but Juwon just stood there by the door, frozen.

　　Do I seriously have to spell out every single thing for him?

　　Seongbin tilted his chin, pointing a lazy finger toward the floor. “Put those on and come inside.”

　　“Oh. Right.”

　　Seongbin walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, watching him. Juwon leaned against the wall to kick off one shoe, slid his foot into a slipper, and then repeated the process with the other. Every single movement was agonizingly slow.

　　“Do you ever actually wash that jacket?” Seongbin asked, his voice laced with a deliberate edge.

　　Juwon was wearing his department jacket again. He wore it literally every time they met. Despite the obvious jab, Juwon answered with a flat, earnest simplicity.

　　“I can’t wash it very often. The washing machine in my place is so old it doesn’t really clean anything. It just leaves soap suds all over. I have to go to the laundromat if I want to do a proper load.”

　　“Ah.”

　　Leave it to him to make a boring story sound even more tedious.

　　Having finally managed to change his shoes, Juwon looked around the room as he approached. “You said we were going to get food. I don’t get why you called me here.”

　　“We can just eat here.”

　　Seongbin pulled out the room service menu. He wasn’t actually hungry, but he wanted to see how Juwon would react.

　　“I’m going to get the sandwich and fries combo. What about you, Sunbae?”

　　He tossed the closed menu onto the table. Juwon, who had been keeping his distance, crept closer to look at the prices. The moment his eyes widened in sheer shock, Seongbin had to bite his lip to keep from laughing out loud.

　　It was only thirty or forty dollars a plate. What kind of dirt-cheap food had this guy been planning to buy him if he was losing his mind over a price tag like that?

　　“The food here is actually good,” Seongbin said, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. “You should try something, Sunbae.”

　　“No, I’m good. Just order yours.”

　　“Why?”

　　“I’m just… not hungry. I ate at school before I came over.”

　　God, he is so pathetic.

　　“Whatever you say.”

　　Seongbin got up, picked up the in-room phone, and dialed the familiar number. He ordered the sandwich and fries.

　　About twenty minutes later, a knock sounded, and the room service cart was wheeled in. The attendant set the dishes on the table and left. By the time Juwon finally managed to slip his card out of his phone case, the door had already clicked shut.

　　“Wait. What about the bill?” Juwon asked, looking around the empty room in confusion.

　　Seongbin shrugged, popping a fry into his mouth. “You pay at the front desk.”

　　“When we leave?”

　　“Yeah.”

　　“Oh. Okay…”

　　In reality, the room was already paid for. Seongbin had a yearly contract with the hotel, and his card info was on file, so any room service charges were automatically billed to his account.

　　He wasn’t trying to pull some kind of prank, but he didn’t feel like correcting him either. So, he kept quiet and focused on his food. He took one half of the sandwich and slowly ate it, picking at the fries.

　　He didn’t offer to share, nor did he suggest ordering something else. He had absolutely no intention of wasting his own money on this guy.

　　Juwon had apparently been telling the truth about not wanting to eat, because he sat on the edge of the bed with his back completely turned to the table.

　　Seongbin finished his last fry and wiped his hands with a napkin. Feeling a bit greasy, he went to the bathroom to wash up.

　　When he walked back out, his eyes immediately locked onto Juwon. The older man was sitting there with his back rigidly straight, looking so incredibly earnest that it made Seongbin’s stomach turn. He felt an immediate, irrational urge to push his buttons.

　　“Are you happy now that you’re buying me dinner?”

　　“I wanted to take you somewhere nice outside,” Juwon murmured, hesitating.

　　“This isn’t bad either. At least we can be alone.”

　　The moment Seongbin softened his tone, Juwon’s cheeks flushed a deep pink. He looked down, his fingers nervously twisting in his lap.

　　Seongbin watched him with heavy, hooded eyes before walking over to the bed. He pulled back the heavy duvet, his gaze fixed on the older man.

　　“Get in.”

* * *

　　It was clumsy, awkward, and completely unpolished. Saliva dripped from Juwon’s parted lips, slicking the length of Seongbin’s shaft. He dragged his tongue along the sensitive ridge of the head, taking him in before burying his face deeper.

　　The sharp, metallic scent of pre-cum filled the air. Even though Seongbin had already come once, he wanted more. He demanded another round, and Juwon took him back into his mouth without a single word of protest.

　　“Haah…”

　　Seongbin threw his head back, his breath hitching as his fingers fisted into the sheets. Beneath the heavy blanket, a choked, raspy sound escaped Juwon’s throat.

　　“Suck it deeper,” Seongbin commanded, his voice dark. “Use more spit. Open your throat.”

　　He pushed himself deeper. A harsh, painful gag echoed from beneath the covers.

　　“Ah, fuck. I told you to shut up.”

　　“Wait… just a second…”

　　Hearing the muffled, breathless plea, Seongbin yanked the blanket back. Juwon was curled forward, his hand wrapped tightly around Seongbin’s length. He was panting, using the back of his other hand to wipe his wet mouth.

　　The shaft Juwon was clutching was thick and heavily veined, rock-hard and ready to spill over again. Glistening with a messy mix of spit and pre-cum, it stood rigid and demanding.

　　During their last encounter, everything had been hidden beneath the covers, so Seongbin hadn’t noticed. But seeing a guy get so visibly, intensely turned on just from giving a blowjob was honestly a turn-off.

　　Juwon took a few ragged breaths, then pulled the blanket back over his head.

　　He began massaging the base with both hands, focusing his mouth entirely on the head, licking and sucking with a wet, heavy rhythm. Slurp, suck. It was still so uncoordinated. You’d think he would have gotten the hang of it by now.

　　“Hngh…”

　　An involuntary gasp slipped past Seongbin’s lips. He reached down, grabbing Juwon’s hair and forcing his head down. To brace himself against the sudden, overwhelming depth, Juwon’s hands clamped down hard on his thighs.

　　His palms were burning hot, his grip incredibly tight. It was a stark, heavy pressure, nothing like a woman’s touch. Seongbin inhaled sharply, his lower body tensing as a heavy wave of pleasure crashed over him. He let out a long, shuddering breath and poured another thick release straight down Juwon’s throat.

　　The moment he finished, Seongbin ripped the blanket away. Juwon still had the head of Seongbin’s penis clamped between his lips, his jaw twitching from the strain. Thick, white fluid leaked from the corner of his mouth. Seeing him look so utterly wrecked while taking his dick made Seongbin’s brow furrow in disgust.

　　“Take it out.”

　　Juwon obediently pulled back, letting the slick length slip from his mouth. A long, silver string of saliva and semen stretched between them.

　　Swallowing hard, Juwon sat up from between Seongbin’s legs. His own erection was straining hard against his pants, a prominent bulge between his thighs. Seongbin looked from the hard shape of Juwon’s crotch up to his flushed face.

　　“Swallow it.”

　　Seongbin had offhandedly told him to get a haircut, and he had done it. He told him to suck his dick, and he had done it. He had come to this expensive hotel room, offered to pay for food he didn’t even touch, and submitted completely.

　　He did absolutely everything he was told. This was no different.

　　Without a word, Juwon squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed the semen. He didn’t even look disgusted, and simply ran his tongue over his teeth to clean up the rest. Watching his upper lip twitch, Seongbin let out a cold click of his tongue.

　　He really is like a toilet. He just swallows whatever I dump into him.

　　“Don’t you need to come?” Seongbin asked, gesturing toward Juwon’s lap.

　　Juwon’s hips twitched, his hands pressing flat against his thighs. Looking at the size of the bulge, it was clear he was packing something decent.

　　If he actually put some effort into his appearance, he could probably be pretty popular with girls. So why the hell was he on his knees sucking a guy’s dick?

　　Well, whatever. It wasn’t Seongbin’s problem. He grabbed a few tissues and thoroughly wiped himself clean.

　　“Can I… rest for a minute?” Juwon asked quietly.

　　“Why?” Seongbin replied, buckling his pants.

　　If Juwon said he wanted to jerk off, Seongbin was going to tell him to get lost. Besides, who would ever want to kiss a guy like him? His mouth probably reeked of cum.

　　“Just a little bit. I’m feeling dizzy.”

　　“Why are you dizzy?”

　　Juwon closed his eyes, his face still flushed a deep red. As he tried to steady his breathing, a loud, empty growl rumbled from his stomach. Startled, he immediately clutched his midsection and looked up at Seongbin.

　　If anyone saw them right now, they’d think Seongbin was abusing him.

　　“I thought you said you ate.”

　　Juwon didn’t answer. He was always so talkative when it came to useless nonsense, but the second he was put on the spot, he shut down completely. It was incredibly frustrating.

　　“Why didn’t you order anything?”

　　Juwon stared back in silence.

　　“Because it was too expensive?” Seongbin pointed toward the table. “Go eat that, then.”

　　Juwon slowly got up. The food was cold and half-eaten, but Seongbin wasn’t about to be generous enough to order a fresh meal for a guy.

　　He loved treating his actual dates, but this man wasn’t a date. He was just a toy.

　　Seongbin pulled out his vape. It was a sleek, finger-sized device. Even though this was a smoking room, he preferred vaping because he hated the smell of stale cigarette smoke clinging to his clothes.

　　He exhaled a thick cloud of vapor, watching Juwon over the haze. The older man hesitantly walked over to the table.

　　He’s actually going to eat it.

　　Did he seriously not care that it was leftovers?

　　“There’s water in the fridge,” Seongbin muttered.

　　“Thanks.”

　　Juwon grabbed a bottle of water, sat down, and picked up the half-eaten sandwich.

　　Seongbin watched him in silence, the sweet-smelling vapor drifting between them. A sudden, cruel thought crossed his mind, and he wanted to see how Juwon would react.

　　Suppressing a smirk, Seongbin called out in a cold, deliberate voice.

　　“Sunbae.”

　　“Yeah?” Juwon replied, his mouth full of sandwich.

　　“You don’t actually have to pay for that. The room is billed to my card on file.”

　　Juwon’s lips parted slightly, then pressed into a tight line. He had nothing to say.

　　“But you’re the one who asked me to go out with you,” Seongbin continued, his voice dripping with venom.

　　Juwon kept his head down, refusing to meet his eyes.

　　“If you can’t even afford a forty-dollar room service meal, how do you expect us to date? Are you just going to drag me to cheap motels like last time? Or do you want to go Dutch? You pay once, I pay once? Or do we split everything fifty-fifty? You’re the one who confessed to me.”

　　Juwon offered no excuse.

　　“Honestly, shouldn’t you have known better than to ask me out? You say you like me, but you’re just dragging me down into your pathetic, miserable life. Is that what you call dating?”

　　“I’m sorry,” Juwon whispered.

　　A strange, hollow feeling settled in Seongbin’s chest.

　　I’m completely tearing down his pride, and he’s not even mad?

　　Seongbin was actively trying to hurt him. Any normal person would have snapped, or at least glared at him.

　　But Juwon just kept his head bowed, staring at the half-eaten sandwich. All he could do was apologize.

　　Seongbin leaned back against the headboard, exhaling another long stream of vapor toward the ceiling. The white cloud gathered above him, thick and heavy.

　　Boring.

　　The quiet sound of Juwon chewing filled the silence.

　　It seemed the confession wasn’t a lie. He really did like him.

　　Stupid, pathetic bastard.

　　A guy like him would never have a real relationship. He’d never find anyone who actually loved him back. He would just play the submissive, desperate pushover over and over again until he completely burned himself out.

　　Well, Seongbin might as well play with him until that happened.

　　He bit his lip to hide a smirk. Honestly, he felt a small, dark sense of satisfaction. He had found himself a perfect toy.

　　“Brush your teeth thoroughly when you’re done,” Seongbin said, his voice smooth and commanding. “We’re going to finish what we started.”