23. âŚto yours trying to go down on mine, under the table, during dinner.
During the past five years, Key had taken a like to do a lot of things considered filthy and obscene. The pleasure he got from having a pretty man seated on his face was equally powerful to have them moaning beneath him while he licked their entrance clean from his seed. There were delights that he hadnât spoken about just to keep them for his own secret enjoyment, and others he spoke of openly just for the thrill he got from the sickness, amusement and envy in other peopleâs faces.
There was little he hadnât tried with people, and Changmin was his complete opposite.
The first time he had seen him, their meeting had been a total disaster. However, Key had secretly âand mulishly, admitted one thing to himself: Changmin was a possessor of a certain beauty that he would love to discover in its totality. He didnât know what had gone through Changminâs head, but what he did know was that as the months passed, something that wasnât their animosity grew between them.
Key was a sexual being, and pretty people was a direct incitement to his senses. He had dressed Changmin in clothes that flattered his skinny frame, and when he became healthy again, he had made sure to take advantage of it all to make of him a stunning man. When he finally looked at what he had helped to create, he couldnât deny the pang of desire overwhelming his senses. Changmin was desirable before he was this gorgeous man he had taken to a fancy show to which he had been invited, but the thing was that after Key had found Changmin irresistible, he had done everything in his power to make them both submit to the sexual tension between them.
Once this was done, Key had been no longer able to let things go back to the way they were before it all.
He had grown used to Changminâs snarky remarks, learned how to enjoy them even, and when they had sex, he had found in Changmin a passionate lover that also knew how to tease.
"Changmin," he warned, pointedly looking at him as the younger male brought the spoon of dessert to his mouth and proceeded to savour it with innocent delight.
At first those doe eyes looked at him as if he didnât know what he was talking about. But when realization dawned upon him, Key felt a shiver running down his spine at the change of expression in his features. In another party to which he had also taken Changmin as his arm-candy, he had made the taller man go through a particularly painful âand pleasurable, evening during which he had given him a handjob under the table while he spoke to all the people reunited with them, focusing their attention on Changminâs activities as the new modeling star.
"I will be right back," Changmin said, but Key didnât miss the wicked glint in the corner of his eyes.
By the time he had almost forgotten about the manâs promise, he almost jumped out of his seat after feeling a pair of strong hands settling on his thighs, spreading his legs open and rubbing his manhood over the fabric of his trousers. He wanted to kick the younger male, knowing that he was surely smirking at the twitch his length did with each new stroke.
Trying to engage himself in the ongoing conversation with an important magazine editor, he tried to swat away Changminâs hands, but froze after he felt his fingers unzipping and unbuttoning his pants only to bring his length out of his briefs. His hands fled to the chair, gripping the edges while his cheeks reddened slightly.
There was little he hadnât tried during his young life, but having someone who wasnât like him doing this sort of things, accepting debauchery, enjoying it, it still was enough to make his knees tremble. Changminâs hot breath hit his shaft, and he could picture him there, between his legs and with that gorgeous mouth of his ready to take him in. He wanted to moan, and he couldnât help but make his hips buck upwards, attempting to urge him into doing something, anything.
But Changmin kept teasing him. His large fingers fondled the skin of his pelvis, and he could almost swear he heard him chuckling at the impatience his hips showed at the gesture. And then he had to press his face into his arms as Changminâs smooth and slick tongue glided along his length.
Key waved off the concern with a light flick of his wrist, but when Changmin finally took him in his mouth, he shivered, burrowing his face deeper into his arms.
"Iâmâ Iâm okayâŚ", he managed to mutter. And it took everything of him to look back at the editor and make himself pay the enough attention as to not embarrass himself further.
Under the table, Changmin did his best to not let that happen.
