“I didn’t know you were so kinky.” Hint of surprise, perhaps, no amount of disagreement present however, tone laced with mild approval as smile made appearance.
Jackson is restocking the shelves when the door dings, the shrill sound penetrating the otherwise quite shop. The shock of bright orange hair no longer comes as a surprise, nor does the overwhelmingly pleasant smile of the kid who owns it.
“Can you show me where the bread is?” He’s running out of excuses, he knows full well where the bread isle is, the store is only small, and he came in here for his usual loaf just three days ago, but Jackson amuses him, he always has.
“I’ll show you.” His voice comes out tired, but then he gives him that smile, the same smile he gives him every time he comes in, pink lips pulling over his teeth in a square formation, hands over the most mediocre item, and each day pieces together a little bit more information about Jackson Wang. Yet he still doesn’t know his name, when his own sits embellished clearly for anyone to see on his uniform, and its that knowledge, that he gives things away without intending to, that makes him both uncomfortable, and irrational enough to lead him in the opposite direction of the bread isle.
And he knows, he can feel him too close behind him, weeks worth of compliments resting heavily against his skin when their arms touch, when Jackson comes to a sudden stop against the ‘staff only’ door.
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“I didn’t know you were so Kinky.” He can hear the surprise in his voice, and honestly Jackson is disappointed. He can hear another customer milling around in the store, but they’ll have to wait. He’s knuckles deep in the younger boy, and his fingers crook abruptly at his comment.
“Oh you didn’t?” He feigns surprise, “What was it? The uniform? My mediocre job? I can promise you I’m anything but that.” His laugh comes out hot against the back of his neck, where his bright orange hair ends at the base of his nape, where Jacksons hand stills between his shoulder blades, pressing him against the door to ground him as two fingers continue fucking into him, causing the younger to let out a small cry into the wood.
“See that?” He pauses, the stilling of his fingers is rewarded with a throaty whine when Jackson twists him around enough so he can see the flashing red light in the corner of the dim, small closet staff room. “People think they can come in here, underestimate me, so we installed that to make sure it never happened again.” Theft in the store was rare, but it had happened enough for the CCTV to be installed as a precaution.
“I’m going to watch this back when we close.” He tells him, guiding him around until his cheek is pressed flush against the cold surface of the door, and his leaking cock is in full display of the camera. “I should probably delete it.” He tells him, punctuating his words with a thrust of his fingers that has Taehyung crying out loud enough for the customer outside to become suspicious. “Maybe i won’t.” He deliberates, thumb rolling almost thoughtfully over the head of his cock. “I’m sure my colleagues would get a kick out of it.”
