“We gonna have sex?” I ask once we’re inside, completely ignoring the older couple standing beside us.
Young-gi sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, keeping quiet until the older couple get off. They send me wide-eyed looks, scandalized, and I leer at them as the door shuts behind them.
“No, Tommy,” he says once we’re alone. “We won’t be having sex.”
“What are we gonna do?”
“We’re going to bed. You need to rest.”
“Ugh, I’m not five.”
He turns a look on me that’s so stern I almost whimper. He’s in corner-time Daddy mode right now, and while I want to get that sweet correction, I also don’t have the energy to disobey. “Fine.”
But like fuck am I sleeping alone.
As soon as we’re safe inside his penthouse, I cling to him like a monkey, surprising him when I practically jump up into his arms. After a stagger-step where we both almost fall, he hitches me higher up on his waist with a grip under my thighs and walks me down the hall. I hum, pleased to be getting my way, and slide my hands up and down his back.
When he suddenly drops me, I squeak out an alarmed ‘Fuck!’, only to hit a soft mattress with an ‘oomph’. I stare up at a milky-white ceiling and realize I’m in Young-gi’s room. The bedding is silky and sends fissions of electric sensation all over my body, so I roll around and rub my face on it, groaning. Time skips around,things get a little fuzzy. The world is wobbly, and I flicker for a second, like a flame.
“Whoa, I’m fire,” I sigh, putting my hands above my head and staring at them. “Cool.”
“Tommy, here.” Young-gi tosses a shirt and some shorts onto my chest. “Change, get ready for bed. It’s time to sleep some of this off.”
“Ugh, that defeats the whole purpose of getting high,” I complain, still obeying despite my arguments. I slide out of my shirt and laugh when he turns his back on me, keeping his eyes averted as I undress.
“Tommy,” he warns me.
“I’m dressed,” I lie, completely naked.
“Don’t make me get the soap, young man,” he growls without looking. “I know you’re not dressed. Put the fucking clothes on.”
I like the way he bosses me around, so I do as I’m told. I want to see if he’ll tell me I’m a good boy if I behave, so I put on the too-big shirt and shorts, relishing the fact that they’re very obviously his clothes.
“Alright, I’m decent,” I sigh.
He looks me over and nods in approval, but doesn’t praise me. I pout. “No good boy this time?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
He raises a brow at me, because the answer is obvious.
I huff. “Young-gi, I love a consent king as much as the next guy, but shit, I really wouldn’t have minded if you saw me naked. It’s no big deal.”
He crawls onto the bed with me silently, not even bothering to respond to my obviously problematic statement. He manhandles me so I’m laying next to him under the blanket. His big, muscled arm wraps around me, and I cuddle into him with a happy sigh.
“You like cuddling, Tommy?” he asks, husky and quiet, like we’re exchanging secrets. And I guess we are, because me liking to snuggle is kind of top secret information. I don’t share that with just anybody.
“Love it,” I admit, squirming around in his hold. Then I keep squirming.
“Be still.”
“Can’t,” I huff, panting. “God, I feel so good. Oh shit, I’m hard.”
I roll my hips and grind against him, and when he doesn’t protest, I do it again. His big hand slides to my chest and he traces my torso, my neck, my jaw. He places kisses at the corners of my lips, over my eyes. I’m overloaded with sensation, being way too noisy with my moaning and sighing, but he doesn’t comment. I climb on top of him and make out with him, all sloppy like I’m a horny teenager.
“You’re hard,” I observe, feeling it under me, liking it. “Put it in me, Young-gi, use me. Fuck, yeah, use me to get off. I’ve wanted it for so long, way before I got high. That’s consent.”
