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Kim Kyungmae likes his job.
That’s what he would always answer when people asked during school reunions or even dates. Who wouldn’t? There’s a certain glamour working for the number-one resort chain in Korea. The location is good in the heart of Seoul, with flexible work hours, and he gets paid nine figures to use a gavel, and maybe forge some authenticity certificates here and there. Whenever people ask, it does amazing things to his ego when he sees them react to how much he makes as an auctioneer.
He takes pride in becoming the star auctioneer and this has somewhat made Kim Kyungmae untouchable in the world of second-market. Nepotism? Miss him with that shit. He didn’t become a licensed auctioneer and an art connoisseur overnight. Who knew that little tweaking on his school records and credentials could get him this far? He became a seasoned auctioneer after being promoted year after year from a humble assistant to being recruited by the chairman himself and taking a career shift.
It’s simple, he panders and coaxes the rich to burn their money over stuff that 80% of the people in the world absolutely do not care about. Some of these people don't even care if what they’re getting is authentic or not, what matters to them is winning the bid from an invite-only VIP auction as a matter of pride. There are only a few that are actually collectors. But a man’s loss is another man’s gain. This made him somewhat of Chairman Baek’s favorite employee. Or should he say, former chairman?
Kim Kyungmae has only a tiny bit of flaw.
He loves spending money and indulging in luxurious things in life. Clothes, bags, perfumes, all those things that most people could only dream to touch. Materialistic sure, he believes he deserves splurging after a long day of doing the dirty work for a chairman who for some reason trusts him too much. Who says money can’t buy happiness? He’d very much have his mental breakdown session inside his Porsche than in a subway somewhere in Seoul. That’s the Kim Kyungmae Math.
But now, well, he used to love his job. And he used to get paid nine figures.
Before he knew it, he was swimming in debt after swiping that card left and right. And life just loves giving him lemons, his boss had paid for everything. No lawsuits or seizing of his luxury goods happened from the bank. But of course, things in life would never be free. After that, he had no choice but to become a slave to his boss, working in the resort’s auction house and cleaning up his mess. The money he’s working for suddenly becomes out of the equation. And Kyungmae had enough.
Which led him to questionable life decisions and his current situation. Getting away from a murder he had been charged with after conspiring with their rival chaebol’s only son and heir.
He continued walking in the almost empty lobby of Jamal Hotel as if he wasn't just fresh out of prison. He cringes to see the creases of the white coat he’s been wearing for almost twenty-four hours. He made sure to bathe himself with his Santa Maria Novella perfume in the car while on the way. It was pretty late, but he could still hear some of the guests outside watching the fireworks display for the New Year’s celebration. He rubs his wrists aching from the handcuffs he was in just a few hours ago. Truly what timing.
The poignant scent of the hotel’s signature scent hit his nose as he reached the lobby. He went straight to the elevator hall and dug up the envelope containing the suite key card that Sangsok passed into his back pocket during the investigation (not without the other squeezing his ass, of course, that little shit.)
‘Meet me tonight xoxo’ The note reads
Kyungmae sighed as the doors closed, riding the elevator up to the executive floor. He felt on the edge as he watched the numbers go up on the screen. Kyungmae could list several reasons why he cannot be caught entering the presidential suit of Jamal Hotel in the middle of the night on New Year’s Eve. He had to be careful from prying eyes and crawling reporters like that nosy reporter from Nugu Times or things won’t end prettily and he’d end up on Naver’s home page first thing in the morning ruining their plans.
He walked briskly through the hall of one of the top floors of the hotel, his feet padding against the carpeted flooring. He scanned the door numbers, locating the one that Sangsok had sent him. There were fewer doors on this floor than the others, considering that this was exclusively for suites. Kyungmae stopped in front of the door, he breathed deeply before pressing the doorbell and scanning the key card in his hand.
Before he could even hold the cold knob, a twisting sound from the other side of the door can be heard. The door flung open and someone pulled him in. The door in the presidential suit was quickly shut and he was suddenly pressed against the door, strong arms holding him up. A pair of lips suddenly attacks his own, kissing him hard. Kyungmae isn’t new to this, Sangsok’s mouth and teeth grazing on his neck, his hands roaming around his body and pulling him closer. It was always urgent and needy.
“What took you so long? I missed you already.” Sangsok pouted and whined, his hands caressing the smaller’s nape which directly sent shivers down Kyungmae's spine.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have pinned the blame on me too much,” Kyungmae says in a sickly sweet voice “That investigator was hot on my ass”
He saw him pout “Hey! I’m the only one allowed to perceive your cute ass. If only my father wouldn't strip me from inheritance when he finds out I got arrested for murder I would’ve taken the blame instead of you.” the younger whined
“I’m just kidding, I know baby” He taps his cheek playfully, poking his dimples “Then why did you keep hovering around me during the investigation? It would have blown our cover”
Their original plan was to shift the blame and use the other staff as a scapegoat, but there were other variables in the case that they had no control over. If things went south (which it did), it was agreed upon that Kyungmae’s the one to take the fall. Technically, he really was the one who put the cyanide in the Chairman’s candy but Sangsok wouldn’t be tagged as an accomplice in the crime. Case closed. Sangsok disagreed at first to put him in that position but Kyungmae, the ever-wise one between them, persuaded the younger to agree with the plan B after giving in to the other’s request to roleplay (they may have to talk about Sangsok’s mommy issues sometimes) in their sex days before. And unlike Jeong Sangsok, he had nothing more to lose. They went along with the flow investigation, and here they are now.
Sangsok frowns “I can’t even be close to my favorite auctioneer during work hours?”
He pushes Sangsok away “You slapped my cute ass in front of the others” The older rolled his eyes “We’re lucky nobody saw and everyone else was preoccupied” Kyungmae scoffs
“What are you talking about? I’ve been behaving the whole night?” He feigns ignorance and dove in for a kiss “We could’ve been fornicating earlier”
“Fornicating ? Oh my god-”
Kyungmae wanted to complain further but he was physically unable to with the way Sangsok was hungrily kissing his lips. His pristine hair was ruined by Sangsok's fingers as he cards through it. But he was used to them almost eating each other’s faces. It was only a sign that it was going to be one hell of a night, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t look forward to it. They deserve it anyway.
He pulled away and the other tried following his lips “Cheers, for my criminal record-” Words die in his throat as Sangsok grabbed the back of his head, crashing their lips once again
“My baby bunny became a criminal for me?” Sangsok cooed “To be fair, You looked hot in cuffs babe. Don’t worry though, your records are as clean as they could get. Even the traffic violations and overspeeding records. Gone.”
He punched the other’s chest “I knew it, you’re into this type of shit”
“Mama, I’m in love with a criminal” Sangsok sang
Sangsok pushed his lips harder to Kyungmae, making him open his mouth involuntarily. The taller man quickly slid his tongue inside Kyungmae’s mouth, circling it around his tongue and the roof. He barely gave him enough time to breathe between each kiss. Sangsok bit his lower lip roughly before kissing him along his jawline.
Even with a small height difference, Kyungmae bent his head upwards to meet Sangsok’s lips. And to Sangsok, Kyungmae’s exposed neck is calling for him. Sangsok gladly took this as an invitation. From the jaw, he went south, leaving trails of kisses all over Kyungmae’s neck. Kyungmae tried to give him more room by tilting his head to the opposite side. His hands went downward, unbuckling the other’s pants, pulling the pants and briefs in one go. Kyungmae kicked it away as soon as it pooled on his ankles.
“Did you prepare yourself before going here?” Sangsok asked as his hands squeezed and caressed the smooth skin of Kyungmae’s behind.
Kyungmae who was standing against the door half-naked, encircled his arms on the taller’s neck “I have something better”
Sangsok raised an eyebrow. His fingers traveled the crook of the other’s ass. He tried prodding a finger in his rim, only for it to be blocked by something.
Kyungmae sported a coy smile on his face as he saw the other stop in realization
“You- did you wear this on the way here?” the taller says in surprise
“Surprise?” Kyungmae giggled as he rested his arms on Sangsok’s shoulder “And it’s a yes, to fucking. We deserve to celebrate, don’t you think so, love?” He says, raising an eyebrow teasingly
Sangsok slaps over Kyungmae’s ass with a sound that makes the latter yelp in surprise.
Kyungmae slotted his lips against Sangsok's mouth in between breaths. His hands busily unbuttoned the other’s dress shirt.
“Be careful with the buttons, it's from my favorite brand” Kyungmae parted from the kiss as he scolded him when Sangsok slipped his coat and threw it somewhere on the floor
“I thought you only wore this for me to take it off”
Kyungmae playfully pinched his biceps “Its made to order from Italy you dumbass”
“Doyoung & Gabanna? You're dating the best male in the country that can give you everything you ask for” his lover answered cockily
“Best male? I should humble you down some time” Kyungmae tuts in annoyance
Sangsok laughs and pinches his cheeks “You’re so cute, my princess with compulsive spending problems”
He rolls his eyes “And you’re annoying”
And there goes Kyungmae’s designer dress shirt for the night, tossed and forgotten.
–
To Kyungmae, there is something about the ever-perfect Jeong Sangsok that made him have the urge to always prove himself to him.
Sangsok carefully pulls the plug out of him, earning a whine from him at the sudden empty feeling. He felt slicked calloused fingers stuffing inside him. He didn’t even notice when and where the fuck did Sangsok get the lube. Kyungmae clenches around the fingers as they brush his walls, fingertips nudging his prostate. Sangsok nosed his neck, inhaling his scent as he was leaving him thoroughly stretched.
The taller lifted him with a bruising grip against his ass. He held onto Sangsok's arms, his years worth of going to the gym was being put to good use. Great return on investment.
“Where do you want me to fuck you first? This door?” Sangsok spoke with a deep sultry voice and smirked, "Ah the window sounds nice”
Kyungmae hardened even more as images of Sangsok fucking him open against the window of the executive suite flooded his mind. And it wasn’t any other window, it was a full glass panoramic window that offered a wide-angle view of Seoul’s night skyline. Where anyone with a zoom lens could possibly see. Thinking about the height from their suite to the ground kicked adrenaline in his veins. He almost let out a moan at the mere thought of them being bare and exposed.
They’ve never done that before. Sure, they'd christened the bed, the wall, the tub, the shower, the floor, the counter, and a lot more but not on a window, and thinking about what was to come had Kyungmae’s entire body thrilled and electrified.
“Fuck, then what are you waiting for?” Kyungmae answered with urgency
“Always so bossy” Sangsok laughs “Let’s see if you’re still talking after I rearrange your guts”
Kyungmae smiled “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Jeong”
Sangsok carried him until they were in front of the window. The taller man let go of his ass and made him stand back on the floor (to Kyungmae’s disappointment) only to strip himself naked, Kyungmae followed suit and discarded his remaining clothes. Sangsok kissed Kyungmae as he was urging him to wrap his legs around his waist again. The older supported his weight with his arms. Kyungmae’s back was now pressed flat against the cold glass of the executive suite’s full window. He’s now trapped between the window and Sangsok.
They were engaged in a messy kiss, teeth clashing and tongues battling for dominance. Sangsok adjusted his stance as he started to bring Kyungmae down his cock. The older’s mouth hangs open at the sensation of the head pushing past the ring of his muscles. Sangsok moaned at the warmth his cock was having inside the tight heat. Damn, it feels so good.
He didn’t move yet, letting him adjust to his girth. As soon as Kyungmae opened his eyes, their eyes met and he couldn’t look away. Sangsok’s eyes are filled with intensity that Kyungmae couldn’t decipher.
“Babe, please move now” Kyungmae begged, feeling so full and desperate.
Sangsok placed a playful kiss on his swollen lips and started thrusting.
Kyungmae’s fingers dug through Sangsok’s arms as he lifted him up only to drop him back down with ease. Oh, how he loves to be held by his strong arms. Sangsok focused on a steady rhythm: slow, deep, and full. Kyungmae let out a series of gasps and choking sounds. He tightens his legs around Sangsok’s waist, forcing him to go deeper.
In this position, he was at Sangsok’s mercy. Kyungmae had no other way to go but down on Sangsok’s cock. One of his hands pressed against the glass, leaving handprints against the unstained surface and the other on Sangsok’s shoulder for leverage.
“Jeong, y-yes fuck.” Kyungmae groaned at the friction
“What would everyone think if they saw you like this? If people simply look up and see us in this position? The trusted and best auctioneer from Fact Resort and Jamal Hotel’s successor? Oh, imagine the headlines the next day.”
Kyungmae could only reply with a moan, driving him crazy. Sangsok is insufferable and annoyingly hot.
“Ugh, you should see yourself right now, baby” Sangsok grunted as Kyungmae dropped back down on his member.
Sangsok brought Kyungmae back to the ground. The smaller wobbled as he tried to stand on his own, not quite feeling his legs after being held up for some time.
Sangsok pumped Kyungmae’s dick with quick strokes until he came hard with a choked scream. Sangsok chased his first release of the night as he rammed relentlessly into Kyungmae, filling the younger to the brink. The sight of his cum running down from the younger’s ass crook, thighs, and legs prompted his cock to harden once again.
Kyungmae let out a moan as Sangsok thrust into him in one go, his knees almost buckling. His leg being hooked to Sangsok's arm is the only thing restraining him from falling to the carpeted floor. Even at this position, their height difference easily allowed Sangsok to bury himself to the hilt. Damn, they were really perfect for each other.
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Jeong Sangsok does not chase or pine.
Coming from old money and a prominent family with a lineage that could be traced from a royal family in Seoul, he was used to everything being handed to him by a golden platter, even when he didn’t ask for it.
As the sole heir of Jamal Hotel, Sangsok had responsibilities to uphold. Such as working to boost their hotel’s reputation. He regularly attends seasonal and exclusive art auctions, especially those attended and held by Fact Resort’s Chairman for research and work purposes. He investigated a lot about their rival, his hidden son, offshore bank accounts, and even his plans to acquire their family’s hotel (the nerve of this old man, in his dreams). So usurping art pieces from VIP collections by winning the bids is easy for him.
That being said, being the heir of the second biggest hotel and resort chain solidifies him as the most eligible bachelor in the market status. People around his age waste their time to date around but he didn’t have time for that, his priority was the hotel he was inheriting. And he'd like it to stay that way. This auction is just like the others, right?
Wrong.
Lives (his) were changed when he saw the beautiful man with almond eyes that sparkled at the sight of expensive items shadowing the head auctioneer of the resort at that time.
Just when he thought he knew everything about the old man, his collector friend, Seo Sujip, told him that he was the new auctioneer that Chairman Baek had recruited and introduced them to each other. Where has this beauty been all his life? He traces the other's striking face and figure, almost missing the way the dress shirt top clings around the auctioneer highlighting his to-die-for waist that would probably fit at the palm of his hands. And his world turned to a complete one-eighty.
Kim Kyungmae? What a pretty name, how fitting in his job.
He knew he had to win the night’s biggest bidding and impress him, so he could hopefully get the pretty auctioneer working to work for their hotel instead (and maybe wife him up)
Jeong Sangsok was born with plot armor, always calculating and never reckless. This was what made him at the top of the chain, earning a reputation and the title of the most eligible bachelor. For years, his enemies remained unsuccessful in finding his Achilles heel. With a laid-back and easy nature, it wasn’t easy to rile him up and fall into their traps.
But this Kim Kyungmae looks absolutely capable of ruining his life. (In more ways than one)
After a night of playing cat and mouse with their gazes, he successfully caught Kim Kyungmae’s. Ok, maybe he cheated a bit by flashing his top 0.05% black card on the table. His intense stare was returned from the opposite side of the VIP table with curiosity. From then, Sangsok had been enjoying the push-and-pull relationship between him and Kyungmae ever since they got introduced to each other. He felt something about Kyungmae’s sharp gaze at him that made his stomach want to fucking cartwheel and fly. He happily takes it when his ass gets handed to him on a silver platter by Kyungmae, sometimes. He’s down for him like that.
He had been hit hard in the head and infatuated with the pretty boy animatedly discussing with Sujib about the new collection coming up in the resort’s auction next month. The only thing in Sangsok’s mind was struggling to hold himself back from pressing the other against the wall and devouring him. There was something about him that lured him in. He tried to rationalize with himself.
Was it the smile that came from those pretty bow-shaped lips? The challenging glint in his almond doe eyes? Or maybe it's his passion and intellect that could take down any man in this tainted and corrupt corporate world. Sangsok had never wanted something this bad in his entire life. Too bad he works under his enemy’s company and he looks like a good employee. The one time he had the biggest desire happens to be his has to be someone forbidden.
He wanted a bite of that forbidden apple for he is just a man in love.
He sighs. Like star-crossed lovers.
That was until one night.
‘An enemy of my enemy is my friend, Jeong Sangseok.’
Jeong Sangsok is simply born to win, as everything just falls like a domino for him.
So it happens that Kim Kyungmae has been nursing a resentment towards his boss. Conspiring together was out of his bingo card but it just so happens that they both have something in common. That is wanting Chairman Baek gone. He chuckles, good boys are bad boys that haven’t been caught. If the others could only see what was going on inside his head that time, paparazzi hired by his and his father’s enemies to find dirt on him who would be having a field day.
But of course, he isn’t Jeong Sangsok for nothing.
Now that Chairman Baek is gone, permanently, nobody would dare to acquire their hotel and Jamal Hotel is well on its way to becoming the #1 hotel in South Korea.
–
Kyungmae is the embodiment of his wet dreams that he would openly admit to having.
Their first time together was amazing. The moment the walls were breached, he knew it would never be enough. The sex was great. He is so used to calculative predictions, but Kyungmae was unpredictable and full of surprises. Underneath that angel face and innocent smile, is a coy fox. He is a mix of enthralling, alluring, and bewitching. He was captivated by him. They had christened every part of Sangsok’s room, leaving no corner of his quarters uncovered.
Without any preamble, they went for another round, still minds in a haze and trainwreck. Sangsok swept Kyungmae away from his feet and carried him bridal style before gently laying him down on the suite’s king bed.
Sangsok smiled at the older immeasurably fond, Kyungmae looking fucked out and gorgeous in between his body and the bed. His eyes trained on the necklace he subtly gave as a Christmas gift, a pretty cloverleaf encrusted with the finest diamonds, pool on Kyungmae’s collarbones.
“Kyungie, my princess” Sangsok moans as he mouths the smaller’s neck and collarbones delicately “I’m the luckiest man in the country”
“No-” Kyungmae groaned petulantly “-I’m not your princess”
“Okay princess” Sangsok answers with mirth in a challenge
Sangsok wrapped his hands around Kyungmae’s small waist and lightly squeezed. God forbid if that isn’t his favorite thing in the world. Free real estate.
Sangsok easily slipped his cock into Kyungmae’s hole in one go, still loose and wet from the previous round. The taller dragged his member against Kyungmae’s walls with control. Sangsok moaned as he felt Kyungmae clenching around him with every stroke. Kyungmae let out a delighted gasp when Sangsok hit the bundle of nerves that left him soulless.
Kyungmae’s face contorted in pleasure as Sangsok pounded on him in a merciless and claiming manner. His palm is pressed against the headboard to prevent the force of Sangsok’s thrusts from colliding his head with the board. He was reduced to mumbling incoherent words and alternating between broken moans and half-sobs. Fresh tears clung to his lashes, the dried tears glistening on his cheeks.
“S-Sangsok fuck” Kyungmae cried out in between the thrusts, hands splayed to grip the sheets
“That’s right, scream my name princess”
“Sangsok, Sangsok !” Kyungmae screamed as he felt Sangsok deeply hit his sweet spot dead on
Nights with Sangsok like this are Kyungmae's favorite kind of night. Rouge, messy, and intense. His eyes screwed shut as his nails clawed angry red marks on the unblemished skin of Sangsok's back as he met his thrusts halfway.
And Sangsok, he knew Kyungmae’s body more than anyone else. A privilege he doesn’t want to ever share with anybody. He’s memorized and mapped out the most sensitive parts of his body. His dislikes. He knew how Kyungmae loved well-aimed and controlled strokes more than anything else.
Sangsok buried his face in the juncture of Kyungmae’s shoulders- the one he always loved to mark up when Kyungmae twisted his head sideways into the pillow, exposing the long line of his throat for him to take and lapped the delicate skin of his neck. His hands fisted Sangsok’s hair to anchor himself to reality at the multiple sensations and stimulations he was feeling all over his body. This is a good way to die.
The other’s consistent movements brought Kyungmae to the precipice of euphoria and ecstasy.
“Shit, I’m close” Kyungmae heaved
Sangsok reconnected their lips and kissed him languidly, long and drawn out. Tasting and savoring every inch of Kyungmae. The smaller returned it with the same ardor. He cupped his face delicately in between the kisses as if he were holding his most prized possession.
Kyungmae’s perfect bodyline creates a beautiful arch as he reaches over the edge. Spurts of his come messed between their bodies as he came again. Sangsok’s movements became erratic, his hips stuttering as he chased his own end, emptying his load in Kyungmae’s pliant body. They stay like that for a minute, with Kyungmae’s limbs wrapped around Sangsok unfurls carefully and plops on top of Kyungmae, feeling all his strength leave his body.
A sweet moment engulfs them, only deep breaths can be heard from the silence of the space.
Kyungmae pushed Sangsok’s heavy body off from him, the other grunted as he rolled on the bed beside him. “Wow,” Kyungmae giggles and pecks his swollen lips.
“Mhmm, wow” Sangsok repeats, wrapping his arms possessively on the lithe waist. He nuzzled his nose on Kyungmae’s neck and inhaled his scent. Sangsok’s heart swells.
It took them a few minutes to recover and get cleaned up. They both got up to the table where a simple but expensive wine and charcuterie were prepared. Sangsok poured them some wine as he tied the robe around his waist.
“To your freedom” Sangsok smiled and offered him a toast
“Fucking finally,” Kyungmae sighed and held his cheeks “I couldn’t ask for a better partner than you”
“Aww baby are you admitting I’m the best male in this country? Do you wanna go shopping after this? or better yet-” Sangsok says carefully as he grabs his hand “Let’s get married!” saying that as if those two things were just picking a restaurant to eat
“I don’t see a ring though?” Kyungmae poked the younger’s cheeks when he flashed his dimpled smile. Sangsok pulled a Cartier velvet box from a drawer and slid a diamond-encrusted solitaire ring on his ring finger. He looks at the object fondly, Sangsok is just a man full of surprises with too much love to give.
“We’re flying later with our private plane to Vegas baby,” Sangsok announces, playing with his ring finger with a grin on his face “Let me play as your rich husband”
“Can’t believe this is my life now,” Kyungmae grumbled, looking up to the ceiling of the Jamal Hotel’s executive suite “Getting dicked down by a nepo baby”
“What can I do, it’s the dimples and black card,” Sangsok says shamelessly “I’ll tell our kids that’s how I met their other father” he says with a dimpled grin
A small smile formed on Kyungmae's lips. He’s not wrong, maybe that’s how this and nepo baby got his attention at first but that’s not the reason why Kyungmae had stayed after all this time. He literally got himself to serve a few hours of jail time just for this man. But he wouldn’t tell him that now. There’s a better time for that. It would be quite a funny story to tell their descendants.