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“Here’s your key.”
Taehyung took the card with a curt nod and quickly walked over to the assigned room. He preferred to be early, to make absolutely sure he wouldn’t run into the other person while they were still… themselves. After all, that’s what these meetings were for - to forget your own name for an hour, to just lean back and enjoy, without any responsibilities or repercussions.
The first thing he did in the room was to send a quick text to his partner for the evening, and then he got ready. Took off his jacket, his shoes. Check for supplies. Put on the mask. Sit down and wait.
Barely five minutes later his partner arrived, mask already on his face. Taehyung couldn’t see much more than his pretty mouth, a bit of light brown hair and, well. His body. Slim, narrow, a bit shorter than Taehyung. He was generally open for almost anything, but the thought of getting railed into the mattress by the pretty twink was… enticing.
“What do you wanna do?” He had a higher pitched voice, unusual but somehow familiar. Taehyung frowned, trying not to think about it too much. It was exactly the reason why he tried to talk as little as possible during the meet-ups. The last thing he wanted was to accidentally recognize someone. After all, anonymity was the whole purpose - fuck and go on with your life. He had tried dating, over and over again, but most of them had wanted a quick fuck anyway with the added chore of going through an awkward introduction first or… they were married. At some point, he decided that it just wasn’t worth it. If a quick fuck was all he would get, he might as well streamline the process.
They had already discussed their limits after they had matched on the app, so they could get right to it. “Fuck me,” Taehyung said, and he saw the other’s mouth quirk upwards. He was undoubtly pretty, and Taehyung felt himself getting excited. He spread his legs, making sure the other got a good glimpse of his bulge. “That okay with you?”
The other shrugged and walked over in his tight jeans. The bulge he was sporting… wasn’t too bad either. “Yeah. I can do that.”
They didn’t waste any time after that, quickly getting rid of their clothes. Taehyung had prepped already, so he leaned back, stroking himself while he watched the other step out of his underwear. He was toned, a few tattoos on his body, and he moved with a certain grace. Taehyung wondered what the other got out of these anonymous meetings, but then again he wasn’t bad to look at either and was still here. Sometimes, being pretty wasn’t an advantage.
“Wanna stay like that?” the other asked, lifting Taehyung’s leg. Taehyung leaned back, holding on to the bedframe, and nodded.
“Well then,” the other said, spreading Taehyung wider to get a good look before he put on a condom and squirted some lube on his dick. He leaned forward, his mouth open as if he wanted to say something but decided against it. Instead, he lined himself up and pushed in, pressing Taehyung’s legs against his chest until he groaned, from the stretch in his back, in his ass, from the satisfying feeling of getting filled up.
“You like that?” the other asked, and started moving in fast, fluid motions. Taehyung gritted his teeth, unable and unwilling to answer while the other made sure that he would feel it the next day.
“Fuck!” Taehyung groaned when the other hit just right, but all he did was grin and push Taehyung’s right leg down while moving the other up to his shoulder. He slowed down, grinding in deeper, with more precision and Taehyung let go of the bed to writhe over the sheets, enjoying the slow buildup. Sweat was pooling on his chest, and he panted into the sheets until the other leaned in, spreading Taehyung’s legs further to an uncomfortable degree and he winced in pain.
“Too much!” he said, swatting at the other who immediately leaned back and giggled.
“Not very flexible, are you?” but Taehyung was a bit too stunned to answer. The other obviously thought he was seriously in pain and stopped moving completely. “Are you okay?”
“I…” Taehyung frowned, and despite his best intentions his mind started racing. He had heard that voice before, who was it…? “Jimin?” he finally said, and the other froze. “Park Jimin, right?”
“Do I know you?” Jimin said carefully, pulling out before he sat down on the bed. His dick was red, lube slowly dripping down. It was involuntarily hilarious.
“I think so! Kim Taehyung, we had that one course together in university, that art history class?” Taehyung smiled, ignoring that he had broken every existing rule for these hookups. Jimin had seemed like a nice person and as long as it was no one from work Taehyung wasn’t too worried about it.
“Ah, I… I think I remember.” Jimin leaned forward and pushed Taehyung’s mask up, his eyes widening in recognition. “Impressive eyebrows.”
Taehyung giggled, pulling the mask off completely. “I recognized your voice. It’s nice.”
“Oh,” Jimin said, looking away with a faint blush. “Thanks.” He fiddled a bit with the rim of his mask before he huffed and pulled it off as well. “Guess we don’t need that then…”
“We don’t have to talk! I mean, it’s nice seeing you again, but it doesn’t have to mean anything.”
Jimin contemplated it for a moment, obviously a bit apprehensive, before he shrugged and wrinkled his cute nose. “You know what, I think we should finish and get a coffee later? Catch up?” He grinned, licking over his plump lips. “You’re not married, are you?”
“Nope,” Taehyung said, popping the last syllable, and Jimin’s grin turned predatory.
“Hm, maybe it was worth it after all, signing up for this.”
And who was Taehyung to argue about that.