@— ✾ ⋰ jungkook j. "Oh and I almost believed that coming from you." Taeyeob laughs softly at Jungkook's response, watching as his demeanor changes. I'm more fun? A compliment, I'm lucky today it seems. Kitten though.. Is that how I'm seen, Mr. Bunny rabbit? It sounds.. innocent and I assure you, I'm not."
He hums to himself, leaning back in his chair. "As for playing, I have a few things in mind. I'm always open to ideas though." Taeyeob looks Jungkook up and down before smirking. "Tell me, how do you feel about some fun that's a little more public? As an art teacher, I think everyone should admire the human body more. Especially yours."
@✻ ⋰ taeyeob l. “Mm, indeed, I agree.” she commented and flashed him another smile as she heard his words. “But of course, dear! You are quite gorgeous.” she complimented once more. “You have very pretty features and a memorable face.”
At Taeyeob’s words, Emilia leaned forward a bit and chuckled lightly. “That’s quite alright. You can take your time to discover what you’d like. Mm, well it depends... some come to enjoy a drink and watch some dances. Others, come for more private shows or even to have some private fun with some of us - the pearls.”
@✾ ⋰ emilia c. "It's definitely better when someone is around to have a conversation with." Taeyeob grins shyly at the compliment. "Me? You flatter me but thank you."
Tilting his head at her question. "What I'm here for.. Honestly, I'm not sure. I guess right now just some company. What do clients usually come here for? Or is that private information?"
@✻ ⋰ taeyeob l. "Aw shucks, Taeyeob, you really know how to make a girl blush," Jungkook replies, ducking his head as if to hide a shy blush and he flutters his eyelashes, slightly exaggerated, when he peers through them at Taeyeob. His little charade doesn't last much longer, and he sinks back into his chair, lazy and open, he waves away the non apology, glancing around the room as he does; his disinterest in their surroundings is palpable- whether it's genuine or not, who knows?
"You're more fun," he says simply in return, shrugging slightly, tracing the wood grain on the table.
"Kitten wants to play, huh?" Jungkook's eyes sharpen at the insinuation, his inane doodling pausing, "What did you have in mind?" He asks, head tilting to the side, an eyebrow quirking.
@— ✾ ⋰ jungkook j. At Jungkook’s words, Yeosang blinked a few times and he felt the other’s hand lightly lifting his chin up for their eyes to meet. As they did, he his lips and blushed a bit, squirming a bit on Jungkook’s lap at the compliments and praises. “Thank you, daddy.” he whispered.
When Yeosang felt the cool hand against his skin, he shivered a little, his back arching slightly, but he leaned into the touch. His eyes remained on Jungkook’s face and with the soothing fingers brushing against his hip and holding it, he moved a bit closer to the pearl that he was sitting on.
He let Jungkook lift his shirt, his pale unmarked and soft skin now showing a bit - he was surprisingly quite fit under his oversized sweater - his abs now showing a bit. “Really? I wanna be your favourite kind always~” he suddenly mentioned and whimpered at the pearl’s comment. “Y-you always could. You could do what you want to me, daddy. I’m... all yours. Belong to you.” he braved out, getting more comfortable with the other man. A small gasp left his lips followed by a soft whine as Jungkook’s nose brushed near his neck, his head tilted back now. His lips parted and his eyes closed as he listened to the pearl, his hands moving to grip onto Jungkook’s shoulders.
“Yes, I’ve been a good boy! Always am for you, daddy.” he told him and leaned forward, his face brushing and pressing a bit against the pearl’s chest - rubbing it all over Jungkook’s chest like a kitten would do. “Please daddy, let me know what I can do to be a good boy for you.”
@✻ ⋰ yeosang k. "Cute- but that won't do, baby," Jungkook tuts, fingers drumming lightly against Yeosangs thighs, "I want you to look at me." He tucks a single finger under Yeosangs chin and lifts his head gently, smiling appreciatively when the younger man's eyes meet his.
"There we go-" He coos, "pretty baby."
The hand he has under Yeosangs chin drops, knuckles trailing down his front until reaching his hips, where he tucks his hands under the sweater his client is wearing, hands cool against overheated flesh; he grips Yeosangs hips tightly, not enough to hurt, but it's clear to both of them that Yeosang is going nowhere anytime soon. Yeosang, Jungkook has determined, is responsive to sweet talk, which seems fitting, given his overall vibe, but he's still.. frazzled? not quite open just yet.
"Boys that look like you are my favourite kind-" Jungkook says, his hands stroking the sides of Yeosangs torso, the movement shifting his clothes just enough to show a sliver of pale skin- that Jungkook greedily takes in, arousal curling in the pits of his stomach. "So soft, and sweet, makes me want to eat you up." Jungkook snaps his teeth playfully, leaning in to nose along Yeosangs neck; cheeks brushing as he pulls away, but close enough that he can feel Yeosangs breath fanning his face.
"Are you a good boy, baby? Have you been good for daddy, or have you been bad?"
It's a little more then just suggestive pillow talk- Jungkook gauging where on the line Yeosang falls on submitting to him; and he doesn't push for Yeosang to answer immediately, just taking his time to touch and explore before doing anything further.
@✻ ⋰ taeyeob l. Emilia dropped her hands to her sides as she didn’t want to linger on too much and make him uncomfortable. She grinned at his words and nodded. “That’s good to hear! I’m glad that you enjoy it.” she commented. She flashed him a warm smile as he complimented her. “Thank you! You look very gorgeous yourself, dear.”
At his question, she chuckled a bit and nodded her head. “I understand.... I am a pearl.” she told him. “May I ask what you’re here for tonight? What are you looking for exactly?”
@✾ ⋰ emilia c. “I do my best to be polite to everyone.” He gives a slight nod and a chuckle. “I think I’ll have a good time, it’s…an interesting place. I like it so far.” Taeyeob lowers his gaze as he feels her hand touch his arm, smiling as he learns her name. “Emilia? That’s a lovely name. It suits you very well. You have a beautiful smile, too.”
Feeling a bit more comfortable, he tilts his head curiously. "I hope you don't mind me asking, are you a client or a pearl..? Honestly it's hard to tell sometimes."
@— ✾ ⋰ jungkook j. Taeyeob chuckles a bit at Jungkook's statement, he’s been so busy with his work that he barely has any time or energy for himself or for any of his favorite companions. “I could never forget you. I just… had a lot going on at work but I guess you could say I missed you, everyone else seemed boring tonight compared to you.”
He copies Jungkook’s current position, hand propping up his head, looking up and down at the other. He couldn’t help himself, Jungkook was always attractive even in dim light. His lips curve into a playful smirk. “Did I pull you away from other clients? You could’ve made me wait, you’re definitely worth it." He leans in closer. “Of course, I'm happy you didn't make me wait."
Taeyeob runs his hand through his hair, knowing the other probably didn't want to hear about his work life. He was sure a job like Jungkook's had to be far more stressful. "Since it's been a while, maybe we should do something...extra fun?"
@— ✾ ⋰ jungkook j. Yeosang soon followed Jungkook, hearing his words and his cheeks heated up a bit. “I don’t mind calling you daddy.” he told him. “I think that I’d like being called baby boy.” he admitted and smiled. As they walked, Yeosang didn’t pull back as Jungkook held him close and he even let him brush his thumb against his skin as he felt comfortable with him and the action.
As he looked around, he blushed a bit seeing that they weren’t alone, but didn’t mind it as he was being led to a private area in the room, seeing Jungkook closing the door behind. “Thank you~” he whispered as he held onto Jungkook’s arm, clutching a bit on it.
At the pearl’s next words, his cheeks turned a bit more red though, but he gladly complied. He nodded his head and approached him, a shy smile on his face. Yeosang settled down on the man’s lap, facing him and bit his lower lip as he glanced up to meet his eyes. “I’m okay. It is comfortable, don’t worry.” he let out and his hands found a comfortable place on Jungkook’s shoulder to make sure that he didn’t fall. He glanced at the other’s face and leaned down to hide in Jungkook’s chest, a bit shy.
@✻ ⋰ taeyeob l. "Rabbit, you have a client on table 12"
"Hm? Ok, thanks," Jungkook thanks his colleague with a wave and smiles apologetically, farewelling the walk-in customers he'd been entertaining for the last half hour, and promising to have somebody come and fill in his place. Requests must be fulfilled, he tells them, but they're happy enough to let him go; which is nice, possessive clients can be... a handful, if they're not the right kind of possessive.
He's not entirely sure who it could, Jungkook ponders, as he makes his way across the lounge, slicking his newly shorn hairstyle back, seeing he didn't have any appointments that night at all and today tended to be his quiet day.
His head tilts and his brow furrows as he sees who's requested him; not out of anything other than amused curiosity because it's been a while since he last entertained Lee Taeyeob. He's a nice client, easy, because he doesn't expect anything stupid or insane from Jungkook. "I haven't seen you here in a while," Jungkook greets, pulling up a chair and sitting beside Taeyeob, his hand propping up his head as he smiles at the teacher. Taeyeob looks tired up close, his eyes are tight at the corners and he doesn't have any of that usual softness about him "Almost thought you'd forgotten me." He teases.
@✻ ⋰ yeosang k. "You can call me... Jungkook, or hyung since I'm guessing i'm older... I also quite like daddy and you look the part. You'd make an excellent baby boy" He wrapped an arm around Yeosangs waist and tugging him close as they walked, hand possessively curled around his hips; he kept it mostly respectable, outside of clothes only, though he chanced pushing his thumb under Yeosangs shirt, rubbing warm flesh as he directed them towards one of his favourite places in the entire building.
The Reef Lounge was quiet compared to where they'd just come from but that tended to be the case; the only other souls in the lounge with them was the bartender(who Jungkook nodded too when they entered) who conversed with two colleagues of his, and then a young woman who, if Jungkook was not mistaken, was currently being eaten out and trying to hide it. He snorted quietly, but couldn't judge, considering they were here to do the same thing but for Yeosangs sake, he directed them to one of their more private seating areas; one that was sectioned off by a proper wall and, once Jungkook closed the door behind them, was entirely private. The arrangement of the room was set up for larger groups, were usually held here, and while it meant they were semi-public, it also had extremely deep couches lining the wall that were good for sitting and, well, ing.
"C'mere, baby, come sit on my lap." Jungkook asked, bringing Yeosang over to one of the couches where he sat down heavily, legs spread just enough to provide a seat "is here comfortable for you? I don't mind moving somewhere else, my rooms free but it's a bit messy right now."
Emilia glanced at the handsome man beside her and smiled at his words. “Lovely! Thank you, dear~” she commented as she sat down. She crossed her legs and moved her hands to rest them on her lap. “How polite you are~” she complimented him.
As she heard his next words, she grinned and tilted her head a bit, noticing how nervous the other seemed to be. “Well, hopefully you’ll enjoy yourself here. And it is okay to be shy! Nothing wrong with that! Just be yourself mm~” she answered as she leaned over and gently brushed a hand over his arm. When she heard his name, she bowed down a bit and flashed him a soft smile. “Pleased to meet you, Yoojung. I am Emilia.”
@✾ ⋰ emilia c. [Was unsure if I could tag in the other room so I moved it here, I hope you don't mind ^^"]
Taeyeob looked up from his drink and saw Emilia standing next to him. He smiles politely at her and gestured to the seat. “No, it’s not taken. Please, have a seat.” He said in a friendly tone. He attempts to be a gentleman but couldn't help looking up and down at her.
He took a sip of his drink before responding to her question. “Yes, I’m pretty new around here. Still getting used to everything.” He says, somewhat nervous although he tries to hide it. “I decided to come here for a drink and some entertainment but I guess I'm still...a bit shy? Especially around beautiful women.” He complimented her. "Oh, where are my manners, I'm..." He pauses, unsure on if he should say his real name, especially since he could get fired from his job for being in such a place. "I'm Yoojung, and you are?"
@— ✾ ⋰ jungkook j. As he heard Jungkook’s words, his eyes softened and he tilted his head, appreciating the other’s touch. “If not sir, what would you like me to call you?” he questioned and shivered at the touch on his arm. He offered him a smile and soon began following him to another room, nodding his head as he was quite curious and excited about what would happen next. He could feel his stomach practically doing backflips though as he felt nervous - this was all so new to him.
@— ✾ ⋰ jungkook j. Quietly mumbling to himself, Taeyeob enters the lounge and settles down at a table, massaging his neck. He had a tough day at work and needed to relax in any way he could.
He takes a sip of wine and scans the lounge, although the choices of companions were interesting, he declines the offers from every pearl that tries to flirt with him. “Sorry, I have someone else in mind for tonight.” he states before finally requesting Jungkook, not minding how long he might have to wait.
He thought about the last time he saw Jungkook, how the other made him feel, how he touched him. He hoped that Jungkook wasn't too busy, all his other options felt almost boring at the moment. He didn't want a ton of conversation, just fun.
Yeosang smiled at the pearl and he shook his head at his words, lifting his hands up innocently. “Don’t worry! We can meet some other day.” he said and got up. “I’ll see you Friday then.” he told him and said goodbye, thanking him once more before going to reserve some time with him for later this week.
As Friday night came, Yeosang had gotten ready - now wearing a cute sweater and black pants with a bit of lipbalm and cologne - and he had sent Jeno a list of things that he was curious about - of course, he wanted to do his lesson well and make his master proud. There, he had sent him the following list: possibly being tied up or blindfolded, being marked up, being teased, dirty taking and praises, perhaps being choked a bit and possessiveness, trying new positions and toys.
Yeosang had driven to the club and he got in, looking around for Jeno as he was supposed to meet him soon.
@✻ ⋰ yeosang k. [] sorry this one got lost between some others my bad. Yes let's skip!
"I think everybody does", Jeno mused while running a hand through his hair, glancing at the expensive watch adorning his wrist - a gift, of course - before heaving a sigh and sending Yeosang a slightly apologetic smile. "You don't mind if I reschedule, right? I would offer to get a private room right now, but I've had a twelve hour shift and I think I wouldn't do a great job at giving you what you want, right now."
She had a special charm about her that has Jungkook submitting absolutely beautifully for her. Rare, for women, but it’s never unwelcome when she decides that Jungkook has earned time with her, that he’s worth having her affection- even if it’s for a few hours.
And Jungkook takes it, takes everything he can get, because she’s the only thing grounding him as his mind floats somewhere into the cosmos until her sharp claws dig into him, bringing him back to focus on what’s important: her.
Jungkook just feels so lucky to have the privilege of curling up against her; indulging in the heat of her body against his in a plush love seat(that Jungkook knows could never be as soft as her), melting into the feeling of her lips against his own, pliant and open. He has one hand wrapped around her thigh, hitching it by his hips to pull her even closer to him, the other tracing lazy patterns across her spine; aimless, wandering, but constant.
“Megan-“ Jungkook swallows thickly, their lips parting wetly and he nudges his nose against her, eyes fluttering closed as his arousal swells “Mommy,” he tries again, simpering “please- can I please take this off-“ Jungkook whines, pausing his pattern-making to tug at her top.
@— ✾ ⋰ jeno l. Yeosang tilted his head and smiled as he heard him. “I doubt that I’d do that.” he commented and let him hold his hand for a moment. He glanced at their hands, shyly and did a thumbs up with his other hand. “Sure! That sounds good! I really appreciate you taking the time to see and help me.”
He then dropped his hands to his sides and tilted his head. “Oh, I am good. I get... clumsy and tipsy if I drink a lot.” he told him and chuckled.
(Did you want to skip to the day that he goes to see him?)
@✻ ⋰ yeosang k. "Don't thank me just yet, you might want to curse me, next time", Jeno chuckled while taking Yeosang's hand to give it a tiny squeeze. :Just let me know what works best for you, okay? I'm pretty booked this week, but I'll make sure to keep a couple slots open so you can just choose."
He chuckled, motioning for the bar after letting go of the other man's hand. "Are you sure you don't want another drink?"
@✻ ⋰ taehyung k. Taehyung's formal choice of words only reminded Jeongin how different they were, not that he felt inferior but still. Under any other circumstances he'd never end up having a casual conversation with someone as successful as Taehyung. It wasn't just his obvious wealth, the man radiated confidence and elegance with minimal effort, something that Jeongin really lacked himself. Unlike his parents and his sister, he never dressed to impress, preferring to remain as practical as possible. If an outsider saw them, he'd probably pass Jeongin for a beggar with his loose T-shirt and baggy jeans. Which reminded him to suggest they move somewhere else, if Taehyung was up for it.
At the mention of his sister he couldn't hold back a grimace as he nodded, pressing his lips together in a sympathetic manner. No matter how much he tried, talking to Taehyung was just like writing a formal mail to his professor. He struggled to find the right words, fearing that he'd say something off or accidentally offend him. The fact that his sister with her big mouth had probably mentioned his condition only made his anxiety worse.
"True that." The words left his mouth before he could stop himself as he rubbed the back of his neck, willing himself to come up with more fancy vocabulary so they could communicate properly.
"Me...I-...you know pretty much the same. Busy with uh- uni...and stuff." He gulped audibly, cursing himself for the nth time for not being able to form a normal sentence without stuttering like an idiot. There was no point trying to appear casual as if they weren't on the verge of hiring a lawyer against Taehyung already. Taking a deep breath, he decided to just go for it and be as straightforward as he could.
"You know what, I feel like we're too sober to have this conversation. If you're done we can move it elsewhere and perhaps grab a drink? It's on me, of course." He finally said, partly hoping for Taehyung to turn down the offer but another part of him still needed to talk things out now that he had the opportunity.
@✻ ⋰ jeongin y. taexwns, despite the complexities of their situation, held a deep desire to see this divorce finalized. it wasn't that he had any ill will toward jeongin, but he longed to break free from the entanglement of a marriage that had never truly been based on love or mutual understanding.
he couldn't help but notice jeongin's discomfort, the unease palpable in the room as they exchanged pleasantries. he had grown accustomed to reading people, and it was clear to him that the other male was struggling with his own emotions. taehyung had never wanted to come between jeongin and his family, and the guilt of doing so weighed heavily upon him. when the other male responded to his initial overture with a nervous stammer, he maintained his composed demeanor. he understood that the hesitance wasn't just about the divorce, but also deeper personal matters. he had no intention of prying, but he wanted to make this unplanned interaction as painless as possible for the both of them.
taehyung considered his response carefully to jeongin’s question. he knew that the divorce was necessary, but he didn't want to add unnecessary strain to his brother-in-law's life. "I appreciate you asking." he replied earnestly and extended his own hand to shake the one extended before him with a faint smile. "it's been a challenging time, obviously, but I'm hoping everyone can come together so that we can navigate the remainder of this process smoothly, for everyone's sake. i would be doing better if your sister would just sign the papers." deep down, he desired closure. his palm elevates to rub at the nape of his neck a bit awkwardly, only to gently clear his throat shortly after. "and you? how have you been?”
@✻ ⋰ taehyung k. Jeongin would never admit it out loud but it would be the first time that seeing Taehyung actually killed the mood. No matter how much he resented himself for it, he'd lie if he said he didn't feel weird in his stomach whenever they met which was why he did his best to avoid him if possible, even though they got along in general. It was only natural to admire a well groomed person, sporting tailored suits as if he walked straight out of a K-drama on a daily basis, at least that was what he kept telling himself to feel better about being attracted to a man, who was married to his sister. Yet the same feeling of burning guilt still washed over him, paralizing him, his shoulders tense as he struggled to come up with something to say.
Thankfully Taehyung beat him to it, coming up with various excuses that Jeongin wasn't sure if he really believed them to be true. It was non of his business whether the man was looking for an easy lay in the end. He'd feel bad for his sister if her feelings were completely genuine and not partly fueled by their family's passion of showing off their wealth and connections. That was the reason he ended up there as well, to avoid the pressure they were putting on his shoulders, asking him to text Taehyung constantly, just because he had no personal life of his own. They had gotten so desperate to the point of even forgetting to get his meds since apparently saving his sister's marriage and reputation mattared more to them than his physical state.
His lips formed a thin line as he contemplated his next words. Could he really blame the man for wanting to cut ties with the Yangs' toxicity? It wasn't in Jeongin's nature to defend a gold digger just because of blood relations. There was no denying though, that he owed his parents to at least try. Perhaps if they heard Taehyung's side they might come to terms with his decision and even get his sister to sign the damn papers.
"Me too! Uhm...I'm not here to f-...uh do that." He said in a hurry, raising both of his hands in defense as he innerly blamed himself for sounding too guilty. He was in the verge of hyperventilating at the thought of anyone finding out about his preferences.
"Yeah...good to see you." He offered a small nod and a hesitant smile as he walked a bit closer and raised a hand for a handshake, after wiping his sweaty palm on his pants that looked even cheaper in comparison to Taehyung's expensive appearance.
@✻ ⋰ jeongin y. taehyung's, life had become a tangled mess, with the impending divorce from his wife consuming every ounce of his energy and sanity. why she wouldn't sign the papers were clear, but it didn't stop him from hiring the best lawyers that he could manage. the lounge, an oasis of luxury and anonymity, was a perfect escape from the never-ending drama awaiting his attention. he knew when he needed a break, but in truth, he was desperately seeking an excuse to succumb to the forbidden allure of companionship, even if that excuse came in the form of his own divorce. companionship wasn't quite his wish today, and instead, was a baggy of awaiting him in the pocket of his dealer that was hidden behind the doors. all he had to do, was turn in his phone and belongings.
stepping into the opulent lounge, the dimply lit ambiance provided a temporary sanctuary from the storm that was his life. he felt a strange mix of excitement and trepidation, his heart pounding as he contemplated the limitless possibilities that lay before him. In this clandestine world, he could indulge in his own unfamiliar world of drugs, or find company with his favorite pearl, cherry, at this moment, there wasn't much that would deter him from doing either, or so he thought.
but then, fate played a cruel trick on him. amid this freedom, he locked eyes with a figure he hadn't seen in what felt like a lifetime - jeongin, his wife's brother. the shock of their unexpected reunion coursed through him like a lightning bolt. it was as if reality had collided head-on with his fantasy, threatening to shatter the fragile world he had created for himself. jeongin's trembling voice broke the tense silence, leaving taehyung utterly perplexed. he hadn't anticipated encountering anyone he knew in this clandestine realm. especially with taebywos being the man who had assumingly been the epicenter of the other's family turmoil.
"jeongin?"
his presence felt like a haunting reminder of the chaos he was trying to escape. all he had yearned for was to get lost in a different kind of chaos, one that didn't involve divorce papers and familial disputes. yet, once again, luck seemed to mock him, weaving an unexpected twist into the already convoluted narrative of his life. It was awkward, and he was aware that this didn't look good for him? "I - this isn't what it looks like, I'm not here for companionship services or anything like that," he wouldn't give away his addiction, but also didn't want to look bad for the means of his divorce. it was partially true, he wasn't indulging in his girl on this certain day.
@— ✾ ⋰ jeno l. Yeosang smiled back and enjoyed the touch on his cheek, his eyes glistening as he looked up to admire Jeno. The pearl really was really handsome and he found himself quite attracted to him. He was glad that he had came here to talk to him after all.
“Okay! I’ll do it well for you, sir.” he commented and nodded his head. “That works for me! Thank you so much. I really appreciate your help and you agreeing to do this for me.”
@✻ ⋰ yeosang k. "I know", Jeno smiled at the other man, who he suspected to be older than him, patting him on the cheek gently, before he took a step back, nodding his head.
"Then consider this homework, no? A list for the next time we meet. How about this Friday? I can keep my schedule free for you so we're not in a rush and can take all the time we need. I want you in private and relaxed. That's the first step. You can just book me, if that's what you'd like."
@✻ ⋰ taehyung k. Ending up in the lounge was an abrupt decision that Jeongin took in the heat of the moment. Everyone back home was going nuts with the divorce and they were either busy fighting with each other or nagging Jeongin to help them. He just needed a break from all this misery even though deep down he knew that he was only looking for an excuse to finally give in to the temptation of hiring a male . If that excuse was his sister's divorce then so be it. He was that desperate. Never before had he felt so overwhelmed and determined to do something for himself without a single care for the consequences. Yet, he still felt some slight hesitancy boiling his blood as soon as he walked in the luxurious room. It was almost surreal, no one knew him there and he was about to do what he had been to all those years. He'd hold someone or have someone hold him, the possibilities were too many to count and he was willing to explore them all, nothing and no one was stopping him...except from his sister's husband, standing a few feet away from him in all his glory. The reason of his parents' heated arguments, the top tier man as they called him, was right in front of him waiting in the line for an to .
"T-Taehyung-ah?" was all he managed to say when the shock of their meeting finally registered in his mind. All he ever wanted was to get ed up in a whole other sense but luck was once again not on his side.
@— ✾ ⋰ jeno l. Yeosang felt the soft squeeze of his shoulders and his eyes softened as he got up to be closer a bit and hear him. He gulped at his words and shook his head. “I do not want to ever disappoint you, sir, no! I’ll be a good boy for you.” he promised and flashed him a gentle smile.
As he felt the lips brushing against his lips, he gulped, whimpered a bit and shivered. “Yes, sir!” he let out as he nodded his head. “Thank you~”
