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In his thirties, as a single, working man, Taehyung could be said to be living a satisfactory life, except for one thing that kept getting in the way of his peace of mind. Because, unfortunately for him, he hadn’t been born like the rest of us.
As long as Taehyung could remember, he’d been unable to say the word no.
Needless to say, throughout his life this particular fault had gotten him in heaps of trouble. At school he had spent many an hour in detention after spending time with the wrong crowd, doing things even he didn’t approve of. All this because he was unable to say no.
As he’d grown up, Taehyung had learnt to become more imaginative. He’d figured out ways to refuse people indirectly, without the little magic word that was missing from his vocabulary. He came up with excuses – sometimes very elaborate ones – of appointments or illnesses and these sometimes got him out of situations that he didn’t want to be in.
But overall, it was difficult being Taehyung. He still ended up with loads of extra things to do at work, where he wasn’t able to refuse projects under the usual excuses. This meant he was almost always tired and overworked.
Rays of sunshine danced into the bedroom through a gap in the curtains when Taehyung woke up one Saturday morning. It was still fairly early, but he got up anyway because he hadn’t had a Saturday off in the longest time. He was determined to make the most of it. As part of his plan he wanted to check out the newly opened, local shopping centre.
After a lovely refreshing shower, Taehyung left his dark hair to air-dry as he dressed in his favourite white linen button-up shirt and a pair of khaki trousers. He grabbed a quick bite to eat with a cup of tea (in his favourite mug, of course) before heading out into the gorgeous day. Feeling positively amazing for the first time in a long time, Taehyung smiled, excited for the day ahead.
Little did he know what an exciting day it would be.
The large building of glass and steel gleamed in the sunshine, inviting Taehyung’s gaze as he got off the bus. Advertisements for films and fast-food restaurants seemed to hang off every available surface of the centre, flashy billboards sold whatever the latest craze was in cosmetics.
Taehyung was genuinely excited to be doing something different, even if he didn’t really need anything. He was looking forward to milling around the people, maybe grabbing a bite to eat, he didn’t really have a plan except to just enjoy himself.
But despite his intentions, by the time he had made it into the depths of the centre, he had already signed up to a new cable TV package, agreed to two different charity donation schemes and bought a phone cover he didn’t even need. Familiar frustration bubbled inside Taehyung. He had tried so hard and already he had failed.
In his effort to avoid more sales people who seemed to litter the centre corridors, Taehyung rushed towards the escalators. In his panic, he didn’t notice the small A-frame advertisement board outside a small nail salon and he kicked it, sending it flying, he tumbled onto the floor in the process.
Immediately, a startled blond man ran out, horrified at the sight.
“I’m so sorry!” Taehyung got up and instantly reached for the board and righted it into its previous place.
“Are you alright?” the man asked, concern etched on his face. It was unclear whether the concern was for Taehyung or the delicately decorated blackboard.
“Yes, I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going...”
“As long as you’re alright. Here, why don’t you come inside for a glass of water? I’m Jimin, by the way.”
“Taehyung.” He reached out and shook the tiny hand offered. “I actually have an appointment with...” he muttered, unable to come up with a decent excuse for the life of him. “Sure, why not.” He smiled weakly.
An intense smell of sharp chemicals hit Taehyung the second he stepped inside the nail salon. Two small tables hiding behind partitions sat on either side of the narrow walkway. They had various pieces of equipment and colourful dots of nail varnishes that seemed to take up all the available space under the bright table lights that lit the shiny surfaces.
“Come inside. Here, take a seat.” As Jimin smiled, his eyes seemed to disappear into his cheeks. Taehyung sat down on one of the treatment chairs that was hidden away from the windows and watched as Jimin minced to the back of the salon. He reached through a pink glass bead door curtain and brought out a bottle of water and a glass.
“Thank you.” Taehyung took the water and dutifully drank some. He was aware of the fact that he only had so long to come up with an excuse to leave before he would, again, be roped into something that he didn’t want to take part in. But his manners had other ideas. “This is a nice place you’ve got here.”
“Oh thank you!” An adorable flush gathered on the man’s face at the words. “I own it. Normally there are two of us, but Lulu had to call in sick today. A stomach bug.”
“Ah, sorry to hear that.” Taehyung thought about leaving. Now would be a good time, surely. “Well, I hope you all the bes—”
“Would you like to have a manicure?” With a hopeful look on his face, Jimin leaned forward, hands together as if he were praying.
“I, erm, don’t think that...” Taehyung’s mind raced, trying to come up with something, but before anything was forthcoming, Jimin grabbed his hand and inspected his nails.
“You have such beautiful hands, your nails are exquisite!”
“Ah, thank you very much, but I really need to—”
It was too late, Jimin sat down opposite Taehyung, on the other side of the table, and pulled both of his hands under the light. “They will look even more amazing after, I promise!”
“I’m only really looking to have a relaxing day without any...” Taehyung started.
“Oh, I know! The most relaxing thing you could possibly have is a facial, so we’ll do one of those as well!” His eyes practically sparkled.
How could Taehyung possibly say no?
He tried a smile. “Alright then.”
Jimin’s excited squeal filled the room. “Yes!”
The process of the manicure was surprisingly relaxing. All the buffing and filing and the colourless polish really made Taehyung’s tired, overworked hands look wonderful.
“Your hands are amazing, you really should be a hand model or something.” Jimin beamed. “While we wait for those to dry, why don’t we make a start on the facial?”
Taehyung nodded as he was already being guided to the laid-back treatment chair through the beaded curtain.
“Now, all you have to do is relax. I’ll do the rest. Let’s start with a hot towel.”
Taehyung leaned back, carefully keeping his hands on the arm rests. It would be a shame if all that effort would go to waste if he ruined his nails now. The hot towel was heavy across his eyes and nose, it smelled vaguely of something sweet, jasmine perhaps.
“I’m going to give a special treatment now, just try and stay still.” Jimin’s voice sounded lower down Taehyung’s front. He frowned. What was going on?
An uneasy feeling crept up Taehyung’s spine just as hands started fumbling with his trouser fastening.
“W-what are you doing?” He reached over blindly but he couldn’t find the culprit.
“Watch out now, you’ll ruin those nails. Just stay still, please.” Gently, Jimin pressed Taehyung’s wrists against the arm rests. “I know you’ll love this.” Soft fingers unzipped the trousers and dutifully, Taehyung lay there, acquiescent.
“I just really need to –I have a...” he tried, uselessly, just as a warm hand wrapped around his naked shaft. “Ah!” It felt good, really good. It had been too long since Taehyung had felt anything like this, it was a real temptation. “I’m not sure this is a good idea...”
“Shh...” The small hands tugged Taehyung’s slacks down some more.
Lying there, with his eyes covered, with his hands pressed onto the armrests by the ghosts of Jimin’s hands, Taehyung was desperately turned on. He couldn’t tell if it was the heat of the towel or the flush of shame that climbed up to his cheeks, they burnt hot, either way.
“Look at you... So hard already...” Jimin mused in a soft voice that sounded pleased.
A hand worked at the hardness, moving up and down. Taehyung could feel a shift and suddenly, there was wet heat at the tip of his cock. A mouth. A delectable, damp heat that wrapped around his shaft like it was meant to do it.
“Fuck!” Taehyung squirmed, fingers gripping into the hard leather.
“Hmmm...” Jimin hummed at the vibrations ran up and down Taehyung’s shaft. Want raced up his spine. He spread his legs further, lifted his hips in an effort to get deeper. Jimin pulled back, chuckling. “See, I knew you’d like it.” His hand moved in the damp, slipping and sliding.
“Please don’t stop...” Taehyung begged, embarrassed at his own keenness.
“Oh, don’t worry, baby. I won’t stop until I’ve had my fill...” Taehyung could just imagine the face that went with that cheeky confession. Lewd.
Tongue flicked over the sensitive spot under the head of Taehyung’s cock and it took everything in him not to simply thrust into the mouth, to grab the head and hold it there while he fucked into the heat. The tip of the tongue pushed into the slit at his tip and it rolled in it, dipping into it. All the while the hands worked, harder and harder.
“Please...” Taehyung whined, squirming in the leather seat.
Finally, Jimin took him into his mouth properly and sucked.
Eyes rolling under the warmth of the towel, Taehyung’s breath hitched in his throat at the flash of desire through his body. Every single muscle tightened in anticipation, every single breath in his body held on as the mouth sucked further down the shaft.
It was divine, Jimin was giving it his all. Fingers wrapped around the base and moved in rhythm with the mouth, up and down, up and down. Faster and faster. Taehyung could feel his climax hover so close his toes curled in his shoes.
“No, wait, I’m...” he gasped, hips stuttering.
Jimin pulled away, but his fingers never lost their grip on Taehyung’s cock. “Take the towel off, it’s been on long enough,” he said in a surprisingly sweet, husky tone.
Taehyung felt even more flustered, how could he look at this man who had been... doing all sorts to him while he wasn’t looking. Sweet shame burnt on his cheeks, disbelief that he would have let this happen bubbling inside. And now the man wanted him to face up to it!
Slowly, Taehyung did as he was told. He pulled the towel away and let it slide out of his hand onto the floor.
Jimin was a vision. He had been attractive before with his smooth skin, shapely mouth and delicate features. But now, he looked like temptation itself with heavy bedroom eyes, swollen, rose petal lips and a hue of peach on his cheeks. Who could resist that, Taehyung wondered.
“Watch me,” Jimin’s husky voice whispered and Taehyung could feel his cock twitch in the warmth of the grasp.
A thick, red, shiny tongue licked Taehyung’s cock from base to tip. With its incessant licks, it wrapped around the shaft, making it wetter and wetter until the small hands squelched with damp as they moved, seemingly forever dancing in their persistent rhythm.
Taehyung couldn’t move a muscle. He was completely captivated by the man at his cock, doing his magic. It all felt so incredibly good, he didn’t know how much longer he could possibly last. The whole of his cock was throbbing, pulsing in the hands, in the mouth, it was incessantly leaking like a faulty faucet, staining the lush lips with its gloss.
Just when he thought he might not make it, Jimin pushed all the way down on the cock, so far down that the tip pushed all the way down his throat, and he stayed there for the longest moment while Taehyung felt his cock pulse in the tight tunnel.
Bewitched, he could feel his hands push into the golden waves of Jimin’s hair and grip tightly. It was the most magical feeling in the world when he felt Jimin slump and relax into the hold. He submitted completely into the violation that was Taehyung’s cock so far down his throat that he couldn’t even breathe.
For the longest moment, he held Jimin in place. He carried on past the first tensing of the body, the desperate plead of the muscles for some oxygen. Then, he let Jimin go. The sight of his dazed tear-filled eyes had Taehyung nearly come on the spot.
“Fuck my mouth.” As soon as the words left Jimin’s mouth he was already waiting, his jaw slack and tongue out. His whole being was submissive in its pose on the floor, kneeling, his eyes pleading above the red, hot crevice of his mouth.
It wasn’t often that Taehyung liked the fact that he couldn’t say no.
He pulled Jimin closer by the hair, gently tugging from either side of his head. Jimin keened, spine arching and immediately he tried to suck the swollen cock into his mouth.
Taehyung chuckled softly. “Oh, you really want it, don’t you?” He held the keen mouth just out of reach.
“Please, so much...” Jimin licked his lips and they shone with spit.
“Open up...” Taehyung pushed in.
It felt different this way, with his hands guiding the movements. It was like Jimin was just a tool, just a hole to be used for pleasure. The power shot straight to Taehyung’s head.
He gripped harder. The pleased hum on his cock suffocated when he pushed deeper, into the tightness of the throat. Again, Jimin relaxed in the hold.
Something snapped in Taehyung’s head. Despite all efforts to maintain his gentle demeanour, he couldn’t stop himself fucking into Jimin’s throat with some force. He thrust and thrust, holding the head in place, barely remembering to give Jimin the chance to breathe.
And Jimin took it. Like a good hole, he took it, eyes rolling and crying.
When Taehyung finally shot his load deep into the depths of Jimin and pulled out, all there was on the pretty face was a relaxed smile that said more than a thousand words. Jimin had gotten what he had wanted, too.
Coughing a little, Jimin got up. The obvious hardness between his legs poked at the fabric of his jeans and Taehyung felt the urge to do something about it.
“Can I help you... with that?”
“Oh, no that’s alright. Let’s finish your facial, honey.” Jimin smiled, drying his eyes.
They carried on as if nothing had happened, comfortably talking of this and that while Jimin continued with the facial.
When Taehyung finally walked out, he felt on top of the world.