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Tired. If Minho was anything, it was tired. Last night had been too short, the day too long. And his feet hurt. Tonight he would definitely ask Sana for different shoes. He didn't care how big the heels made him if they only caused pain at the end of the day. He would rather stand by his size than spend another evening struggling with platform stilettos, however expensive they might look with their Swarovski crystals.
With a soft "huff..." he dragged his shopping bag up the small fire escape in the backyard. The metal under his feet creaked a little here and there. Despite the somewhat peculiar way of getting to his home, he was glad to have the luxury of living in the same house where he worked. Or rather, he had learned to appreciate the advantages more than the disadvantages.
Once upstairs, he entered the door code of his small apartment and scurried in with the groceries and through to the kitchen. He certainly wouldn't be moving much before tonight.
The streets of Tokyo were always crowded, but at weekends they were even more so. Kabukicho in particular was crowded with tourists and locals every day, and towards the evening it would only get worse on his doorstep.
Minho squatted down to put his shopping into the small fridge. It wasn't much, although Minho was one of the higher earners in the club, his money was often only just enough. But he also had dreams and wanted to see more of Japan. That was actually one of the reasons why Minho had gone to Japan. Alongside a few other things that Minho would definitely rather forget, his love for the country and its people had been his motivation to give the Land of the Rising Sun a try. After a few years in Tokyo, however, he disliked most Japanese people and had never even seen the country.
Of course he had. It was because of the people Minho surrounded himself with. He was even sure that there were many friendly people far away from the scene. But if it had been easy for Minho to meet these people, he probably wouldn't be where he was.
Still, it could have been far worse for him. Minho lived a good life, he had a job, a steady salary, a roof over his head, people who valued him. Of course, he had never dreamed of becoming a host, or a dancer or a stripper and yes, for a few extra dollars he would get close to the guest behind a closed door - you couldn't call it prostitution, ironically that was forbidden in Japan.
It wasn't bad, Minho was fine and if he was honest, he liked the looks he was given. He loved being the real star of the club. Those in the know knew that there was more to the club than the enchanting figureheads it advertised. Yuta, Haruto and Asahi adorned the host club's illuminated signs and cast a spell over many guests.
Many had initially come for them until they saw Minho, a new host who was still shy at the time. Many fell in love with him and came back because of him. Soon after, word got around that EDEN had more to offer than just Yuta, Haruto and Asahi, although it was unfair that three such good-looking hosts worked in one club.
He was humming quietly to himself and cutting himself an apple when there was a knock on his door. Shortly afterwards, the door opened a crack before the door chain prevented it from opening any further. "Minho, darling, how many times do I have to tell you that this is going to break the door at some point?"
The young man rolled his eyes and went to the door to push the chain out of the lock before turning back to his apple. A middle-aged man came through the front door that connected his home to the club.
"If you'd learn to wait for me to open the door, this wouldn't happen. Or wait, knocking sounds like a really cool trend. Maybe you should give it a try, Hiroto," Minho replied before turning back to his apple to cut it into small pieces.
"I'm not just your landlord, I'm also your boss, darling. I get to do a lot more than you wish." He approached him and watched Minho add vanilla sugar to a cup of sour cream and mix it together. "Are you really going to eat that?"
The dark-haired man put his apple into the mixture and began to mix it in well. "I honestly don't know why else I would do this," Minho replied calmly while trying to hide his annoyed undertone. Why was Hiroto here? Surely not to control Minho's eating habits. He still had a few hours until the start of his shift.
"I hope you don't eat this often, it's quite high in calories." Minho could feel the man looking at him. Of course he was concerned about Minho's weight. He rolled his eyes slightly. "No, just once a day. I have to eat crepe and takoyaki at some point. Did I mention that the new Katsudon restaurant across the street is really good?"
"Minho." the man admonished him sternly. "I'm just worried about your health."
Minho took a spoon from the drawer and turned to Hiroto. He was only a little taller than Minho, but seemed much more intimidating than he was given credit for. Minho knew how intimidating he could be. "You mean about my body." The Host had never been one to be intimidated, though.
"Your body is part of you. Let's not have this discussion again." The man reached past Minho to open the refrigerator. "Other than that, you seem to be eating reasonably healthy."
Minho lowered his spoon into the bowl and emptied his mouth in annoyance before speaking. "What's all this about, Hiroto? Since when do you control me?"
The club owner grinned at him. "A special guest is coming tonight. He's been given an evening at EDEN for his birthday. His friends have heard that we have a very special chocolate here that they would like their friend to unwrap."
Minho raised a brow. "And they pay well, I take it? You rarely sound so enthusiastic," he murmured quietly between bites. Then Minho was already booked tonight. That happened quite often and, to be honest, he preferred it to having to perform on stage all evening. He'd rather pour a birthday girl champagne and flirt all evening than spend the whole time on platform heels.
"So good that I'll even give you a few thousand yen more if he leaves EDEN satisfied," Hiroto grinned, causing Minho's eyes to widen. Hiroto was even willing to pay him extra? What kind of person would be in this club tonight?
"What exactly did you book?" Minho asked curiously.
"The full program, darling. You'll spend the evening keeping him company, flirting with him, showing him that he's the greatest man in the world. You've also carefully asked if there's any spice in it for your buddy. You know, the law."
Minho nodded. That sounded like an easy evening with money well earned. In moments like these, Minho loved his job. Maybe tomorrow he would reward himself with a piece of melon if the evening went well.
"I told them I'm sure we could work something out if you and he mutually agreed on a time together and he happened to leave some money here that didn't show up on the bill."
Minho snorted in amusement. "Same as always, then." It was nothing new, it was just how they made their money in Japan. "But you're making me curious. Who is it that you're so excited about?"
"The son of Bahng Financials is celebrating his 25th birthday here today. Christopher Chan Bahng."
"Bahng Financials..." Minho murmured quietly and when the name actually meant something to him, he looked at Hiroto in surprise. "But Bahng Bank is in South Korea."
His boss nodded. "They're here on vacation for the guy's birthday. When I told his friends that the guy they were asking about was South Korean, they were beside themselves. They all speak basic Japanese, but since you speak Korean, they're even more excited about the evening."
"Wait a minute. Are his friends there?" Minho asked, surprised. It sounded more like he had only been booked for Christopher Chan Bahng. Minho was not necessarily a friend of threesomes or even more men. They were often even more difficult to restrain in a pack than alone.
"The two of them are coming with me. But don't worry, you only have to look after the birthday boy." Minho nodded slightly. "Be at the club just before eight." Hiroto walked back to the door and pointed at the bowl in Minho's hand again. "I really expect you in best shape. That's going to hit your hips, darling," he admonished before leaving the room.
Minho looked at the bowl in his hand again and shrugged his shoulders slightly before indulging in another spoonful. Then he plopped down on his couch with the bowl and relaxed a little. Christopher Chan Bahng it was. As he typed this name into his cell phone, he looked through the first few pictures in the image search and smiled. He was quite handsome, actually exactly Minho's type. Besides, he wasn't much older than Minho. This could be a fun evening for Minho too.
A host club in Japan was a kind of entertainment venue that specialized in the needs and wishes of its customers. The entrance area of the club was often designed discreetly to protect the privacy of the customers. At EDEN, there was a small reception area separated from the rest of the area by curtains. Once the customers had been registered, they were ushered into the premises.
Minho sat at the bar with a good view of the curtains. It was just before 8 p.m. Christopher Chan Bahng would soon be coming in with his friends. He wasn't sure if they had visited a host club often, but even if they had, the atmosphere would surely impress the friends.
If there was one thing Minho was sure of, it was the ambience that could be found at EDEN. The furnishings were of high quality and very luxurious in ivory and black tones. It looked very classy, so much so that you would probably hardly dare to drink alcohol at the tables for fear of spilling something. However, the subdued lighting neutralized the somewhat expensive-looking furnishings.
When he heard voices behind the curtain, Minho listened more closely. It was a small group, laughing a lot and chatting in reasonably oke Japanese at the reception desk. He smiled slightly as he found himself evaluating the Japanese of others. Minho himself had only learned Japanese. He could speak it, but he was sure Minho didn't sound native Japanese either. Still, he sounded better than this group.
As the group stepped through the dark velvet curtain, Minho smirked slightly. Christopher Chan Bahng caught his eye immediately. The young man was hard to miss with his light brown hair. Unlike Minho had expected, he was wearing a loose black muscle shirt, loose-fitting jeans and black shoes. His two friends to his left and right were also dressed in very simple clothes, with one of them wearing clearly recognizable brand-name clothes, if Minho's eyes didn't deceive him it was Versace.
What struck Minho most, however, was his customer's smile. It was big, friendly and incredibly warm. The pictures Minho had found on the internet didn't do it justice at all.
One of their receptionists led the group to one of the seating areas, which were arranged according to the client's wishes. There were private rooms where intimate conversations and personal interactions with the hosts could take place. But there were also open lounges or bars where customers could enjoy drinks and entertainment in a group.
Minho was surprised when the group was led to an open lounge. Hiroto had told him that he had been booked for the full program. Perhaps Christopher didn't mind the publicity at all, after all he was used to it from an early age.
When his coworker nodded to him, Minho stood up. The group had not seen him before. He took the tray with the bottle of champagne and the four glasses from the bar and confidently set to work. Minho was a sight to behold. Minho would look completely overdressed next to his three friends in his red silk blouse and leather trousers, but that was how they had booked him.
As expected, the eyes of the three friends were on him as soon as he came into their field of vision. Minho smiled slightly and made eye contact with Christopher Chan Bahng. The evening would be all about him, and his friends would also be able to be seen.
He tried to suppress his grin as the birthday boy's mouth opened slightly and he looked from Minho to his friends and back to Minho, who was now standing in front of them.
Minho hummed in satisfaction at the reaction and placed the tray on the small table in front of them before sitting down next to the bank heir. Cute. The guests' reactions were always predictable after all. He made sure they were sitting close together and their legs were already touching.
Smiling charmingly, the host gently pressed his guest's mouth shut with his index finger. "Happy birthday," he whispered flirtatiously while suppressing his grin. Christopher Chan Bahng hadn't seen him for five minutes and he was whipped. As you would expect.
"Thanks for letting me be part of your little birthday party." He disengaged from the man so as not to overwhelm him completely and stretched a little to reach the champagne. "We should have a toast."
As he reached for the bottle, he glanced back at Christopher Chan Bahng, a seductive smile on his lips. The bank heir nodded and took the bottle from Minho to open it.
"Quite the gentleman," Minho said and sat back comfortably to watch as the bottle was opened and a really well-trained arm poured them champagne. It was already December and Minho wondered how anyone could still wear sleeveless clothes at this time of year, but Christopher Chan didn't seem to be cold.
He was handed one of the glasses and they raised them together. Minho was about to raise a toast when one of his friends beat him to it. "To the fact that we were finally able to offer Chan his birthday trip! Even if it was exactly two months too late!"
The birthday boy laughed and Minho looked at his in confusion. Two months late? "That's all right Changbin. I'm happy to wait two months for my present if it looks this good then." He looked at Minho, who then tried to hide his astonishment, but Chan smirked. "What did they tell you?" When Minho's look only became more questioning, he laughed softly. "What's the reason for this stay?" he explained in more detail.
"Oh... that Christopher Chan Bahng, that's you, is celebrating his birthday here today and that I've been kindly invited to attend," Minho explained charmingly, crossing one leg to cover up his nervousness. He usually knew when he was booked for certain occasions.
The bank heir grinned and nodded. "It was my birthday two months ago. Nevertheless, I gratefully accept your congratulations."
The friend in Versace shrugged his shoulders. "We gave you all this for your birthday. No one could have guessed that we wouldn't make it here until two months later."
"That's just because of your busy schedule, Hyunjin," Changbin complained, sipping from his glass." Chan turned to Minho. "Hyunjin is an ambassador for Versace, models and is a passionate dancer. Accordingly, he has a lot to do."
Minho formed his lips into an "Oh..." and nodded in understanding. Why was Christopher Chan Bahng talking about his friend with such admiration? Shouldn't he rather be admiring Minho? Hello?
"However, he's not the only one who was quite well booked. I heard that my present for tonight is also hard to get hold of." Chan put his hand on his thigh and stroked it gently. Minho's gaze fell briefly to his hand before returning to those dog-like eyes. Minho liked this direction better. "I had suggested that I would want to meet another host as well, but the two of them insisted it be this one."
He deepened their eye contact and the host felt a slight tingle in his stomach. Usually, guests and hosts pretended not to pay for services. Chan, on the other hand, didn't seem to want to know much about this hypocritical posturing, which frankly impressed Minho.
"And I must say, I'm glad they insisted on waiting for our schedules to coincide." He leaned over to Minho and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "This should be a good evening..." he murmured in his ear, making Minho shudder. The bank heir answered. Did he know what his friends had booked him for? sure he did.
Actually, Minho was the one who initiated the flirtation, actually Minho was the one who was paid to set the mood, to pretend to be in a relationship with the guests and to make them completely happy as long as they paid. But now Minho found himself being courted by the bank heir. It was a whole new feeling, which made the host nervous. But Minho was professional.
He smiled and placed his hand on Chan's, still holding his thigh, and squeezed it gently. "Then let's see what the night brings, Christopher Chan Bahng..."
Chan laughed softly and turned his hand to squeeze Minho's lightly. "Call me Chan like the others. This evening is going to be very personal, so I'd prefer you call me what my friends do."
Minho smirked slightly, but nodded. "I'd love to, Chan." Chan. The name came easily to Minho. It sounded nice and would certainly make for a good moan later on.
"And I'll call you..."
"Lino..." Minho introduced himself. He had been advised not to use his real name from the start. The likelihood of hopeful customers looking for him privately was too high. So Minho decided to go by Lino.
He blinked slightly when he saw a hint of disappointment in Chan's eyes. "Sorry, I should have introduced myself sooner. I thought your friends would have told you a little more about me."
Chan quickly caught himself and shook his head with a laugh. "No. Not even your name, Lino." Minho leaned forward slightly so that their faces were close and their noses were almost touching. "Well... I hope you like it," he whispered seductively. "It sounds good when you say it."
It wasn't even a lie. Chan's voice was very masculine and coarse, but at the same time very passionate. His name just sounded good when Chan spoke it.
Changbin cleared his throat. "We're still here too, you know? Hyunjin and I wanted to have a nice evening too." The two broke away from each other and looked at the young man with a grin. "Sorry, but your birthday boy just attracts all my attention," Minho purred softly, knowing full well that the man next to him liked that statement.
Changbin, on the other hand, let out an offended sigh. "How does that feel, Hyunjin? Not being the center of attention for once?" The taller man shrugged his shoulders. Of the friends, Hyunjin seemed to be the quieter one. God, how Minho envied him that a luxury brand like Versace had taken notice of his beauty. Why had that never happened to Minho? He didn't think he was any less beautiful.
"I think I'm rather good? So I can enjoy the evening," the admittedly attractive man grinned and sipped from his glass. "Besides, it's Chan's present. He should get the attention he deserves."
Minho tilted his head slightly and scrutinized Chan. The host couldn't imagine that someone like Chan had problems getting attention. And if he did, he seemed to take it in his stride, as he sat relaxed next to Minho and laughed as he listened to his friends' conversation.
As the evening progressed, they emptied more than one bottle of champagne together and Minho learned a thing or two about his guests: in addition to modeling and dancing, Hyunjin was also a talented artist. Apparently you could see some of his work on Instagram. Changbin was a fitness blogger, although Minho gathered from their conversations that fitness was more related to weightlifting than endurance sports or even Pilates, which Hyunjin seemed to enjoy doing.
Like his two friends, Chan was also on Instagram, but according to his friends, he wasn't really active there. He defended himself by saying that he didn't often have things he wanted to share with the world. Minho understood that. If Minho thought about it carefully, there wasn't really anything that Minho felt the whole world needed to know about.
Minho himself had Instagram, but his feed consisted of competitive dance groups, cute cat videos and the ChaHAN food truck at Chidorigafuchi. When Chan asked about Minho's Instagram, he of course lied and said that he didn't have one and wasn't that familiar with it. Hiroto's number one rule: Never give your personal channels to a customer. One of the few of Hiroto's rules that Minho understood.
There was a good atmosphere, accompanied by lots of flirting and the sexy performances of the free hosts on stage. He noticed that, depending on the sexiness of the performances, the guests' eyes wandered briefly to the stage, but then always politely turned back to him. Minho understood. They had beautiful, talented hosts in the club. Yuta alone could put on a show that made it difficult to keep a guest's attention.
But Chan was different. Of course, he always glanced at the stage when a new performance started. However, the bank heir never let Minho fight for his attention. That belonged to him alone. "Do you do that too?" he finally asked. Of course, the question would come at some point.
Minho nodded. "Occasionally," he answered truthfully as he ran the tip of his foot along Chan's leg. When he noticed Chan's questioning look, he explained a little better. "Most of the time, my attention is on my guest. Like you said, my schedule is full."
"Hmm..." Chan nodded and scrutinized Minho unabashedly. "You're a very good companion. You don't really need to be able to perform." Minho raised one eyebrow slightly. This was one of those statements that were meant as a compliment but were not.
The host laughed softly. "You think I can't perform well, Chan?” Chan smirked. "I just wanted to say that that certainly doesn't make up your worth."
Thin ice, Chan. Very thin ice. Minho finished the last of his champagne when Yuta's performance was over and then whistled briefly to the band to get their attention. He flicked twice, then pointed at himself and when the band understood, Minho looked at Chan whilst leaning forward slightly. "I don't think I've properly introduced myself to you yet," he whispered.
When the first notes of the band sounded, Minho leaned back lasciviously on the bench and enjoyed the attention and the spotlight that was directed at him. It was routine, usually on stage, but Minho was professional enough to perform on the couch next to his guest.
The dress is Chanel, the shoes YSL
The bag is Dior, Agent Provocateur
My address today, L.A. by the way
Above Sunset Strip, the Hills all the way
As he sang, he moved his body smoothly, elegantly pushed one shoulder forward and flirted with Chan, who sat next to him in surprise. He stood up like a dancer and elegantly supported himself with his hands on Chan's legs while swaying his hips back and forth.
My rings are by Webster
It makes their heads twirl
He broke away from Chan, but without taking his eyes off him, as he moved his body in fluid, suggestive movements to the music.
They all say, "Darling, what did you do for those pearls?"
What? I am a good boy
What Minho was also: a good actor. He slapped his hand over his mouth in mock surprise and winked at Chan before marching elegantly to the stage, where he put on a show for the guests in the host club with a lot of hip-swinging and bourlesque movements that drew everyone's attention to him.
As the host, he had no problem presenting himself to the audience with his legs spread wide apart. He loved the way the crowd cheered just because he ran his hands over his chest or bit his index finger while looking lasciviously into the crowd. Oh yes, Minho was a good boy.
When the song stopped and the spotlight went out, Minho took a bow before walking off stage and back to his seat. Satisfied, he looked at Chan's gaze, which was fixed on him calmly. But Minho could see the fire burning behind it, could see that this man was on fire for him. Minho had long had Chan in his clutches, but now he would be able to have everything from the bank heir. Minho knew that look.
"I'll take it back."
"Oh?" Minho asked in mock surprise and took his glass from Chan's hand to drink from it. "What are you taking back?"
"You're a good performer. You're perfect, Lino." Chan grabbed his wrist and held it firmly, but not too roughly. "And to be honest, I'd rather be alone with you now."
Minho giggled in amusement. "Do you?"
Chan nodded slightly. "Is that possible?" he murmured, running his thumb gently over Minho's wrist.
"Well. Not officially, I'm sure you know that." Chan nodded slightly, his eyes anticipated on the host, Minho leaned forward slightly, a smirk on his lips. "But your friends have already asked if there's a chance, I could blow a little on the birthday candle." He leaned back again and looked Chan in the eye. "And what can I say? I'm not averse to it."
Chan was handsome, polite, charming, but ultimately a man. Minho had a handle on men. "Meaning, if you want, we could end the evening at my place." He glanced at Changbin and Hyunjin behind Chan. "If that's okay with your friends, too. I'm sure they'll be well looked after here."
"They'll be fine," Chan replied, already standing up. Less aprubtly, more gently, he pulled Minho to his feet before turning to his friends. "It was a good birthday present. Thanks for that, I'll see you tomorrow."
Changbin laughed and nodded. "Knock yourself out. We're going to watch the show for a while because I like it a lot." Hyunjin nodded and pushed Changbin back against the backrest. "But that doesn't mean you have to lean so far back that I can barely see the stage."
"The bedroom is on the right," Minho explained as he closed the door to his apartment behind him. As expected, Chan looked around in surprise. "You live here in the back room?"
Minho shrugged his shoulders. "Take it as a compliment. I could have taken you to one of the standard back rooms." Quite an option Minho considered with most clients. But Chan was hot. He would probably sleep with the bank heir even without money. But he didn't need to know that.
He pushed the older man into his bedroom and closed the door behind him. It was almost a little amusing how clearly Chan's nervousness increased as soon as they were alone in a closed room. It was almost a little cute.
"So, how do you like it? What are your preferences?" Minho whispered, stroking Chan's upper body with his hand. "Tell me your dreams, I'll make them happen." He saw Chan swallow hard and had to suppress a grin. Minho took another step closer to Chan to whisper in his ear. "Do you want me to ride you?" he whispered lasciviously as his hand went under his tank top. "Or would you rather be in control?"
Chan was incredibly well trained. Minho's hand had not yet explored the bare skin under the fabric much, but that was already clear. When he demandingly pushed his knee between Chan's legs, the older man pushed him back a little.
An expectant grin crept onto Minho's lips when he saw the hunger in Chan's eyes. "Tell me..." he murmured again without breaking eye contact.
Shortly afterwards, he felt Chan's strong hands on his body, lifting him onto his bed in one swift movement. A few seconds later, he found Chan bent over him. Minho giggled softly as the bank heir leaned down and kissed his neck while unbuttoning Minho's silk blouse. Being a gentleman, he apparently had enough brains not to rip it open, also something Minho had experienced before.
It wasn't long before the expensive blouse had found its place on the floor next to the bed and Chan's hands were hungrily exploring his body. Minho closed his eyes in pleasure and let himself be pampered by Chan, who used his lips and hands skillfully.
He was fiddling with his trousers when Minho felt Chan start to suck gently on his skin. Of course, they all tried. It probably wasn't even malicious intent, but was done out of lust. But Minho had to intervene. Even if it was pleasant the way Chan touched him, there were taboos.
He placed his hands on the older man's chest and gently pushed him up a little, whereupon Chan looked at him in confusion. "Don't leave any marks," Minho whispered gently. "If you can't control yourself, your lips are off limits..." He smiled and stroked Chan's cheek gently. "All right?"
Chan nodded and was about to lose himself in Minho's body again when the Host stopped him again. He laughed softly when he saw Chan's questioning but slightly frustrated look and tugged lightly on his shirt. "Out with it..." He grabbed the hem and pulled it over Chan's head before he left kisses on his sensitive skin again.
Minho lifted his hips as Chan pulled them and his shorts off his body. He was impressed by how little time Chan took. But why not? The main thing was for the heir to have fun, to let off some pressure, and Minho was only too happy to let him do so.
When the host finally lay naked in front of him, Chan voluntarily detached himself from him for the first time to let his gaze wander uninhibitedly over Minho's body. Many men did this, normally it was one of the more uncomfortable moments and although it felt rather strange under Chan's hungry gaze, it wasn't as uncomfortable as it had been with others before.
"God, you're beautiful, Lino..." Chan whispered, unable to take his eyes off him. Minho smiled charmingly. Not the first time he'd heard something like that. "And I'm all yours..." the host replied routinely, running his hands lightly over Chan's arms. As long as Chan was paying, Minho was just that: the property of the bank heir.
Chan's lips quickly found themselves on Minho's body, teasing his sensitive nipples one after the other, before Chan skillfully let his tongue disappear into the host's belly button. Minho moaned in pleasure and closed his eyes in delight as Chan actually made him feel good.
Most of his guests who accompanied him to his apartment were selfish in bed and really, Minho didn't blame them, after all, they were paying a good sum for a few intimate hours.
His moans grew louder as he felt Chan's lips wrap around his manhood, his tip plunging into the warm and wet cave. "Ha..." It was good. Chan's tongue on his most sensitive spot could do wonders. For quite a while, his charming guest coaxed the sweetest sounds from him as he repeatedly drove Minho to just before the cliff, only to bring him back again.
Minho stroked a hand through Chan's black hair, tangling his fingers with it. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he breathed in a rough voice. Chan laughed a little and looked up at him. "You have a beautiful voice, Lino. It would be a shame if it was already over," whispered Chan, who used the short break to get rid of the rest of his clothes.
As if of its own accord, Minho's gaze wandered to Chan's privates between his legs. The heir was well endowed. Minho could only hope that Chan took as much time with his back half as he did with his front. Still, he found himself already imagining that this could be a really good night.
Chan noticed his look and cleared his throat quietly, embarrassed. Minho laughed and sat up. "What, what...? You can look at me unabashedly, but if I value your body, it makes you uncomfortable?"
The heir ran his fingers nervously through his hair. "Well...let's just say you're a lot prettier to look at, too." Minho raised a brow and grabbed Chan's arm to pull him next to him. "I think your body is quite impressive, Chan," the host whispered in his ear.
Minho's hand gently stroked his guest's well-trained upper body, tracing the individual muscles with his fingertips before he moved his hand between Chan's legs to touch him there. "I'd like to see this beauty for myself," he whispered, before Minho shifted a little and finally leaned into Chan's lap.
He let his tongue glide over Chan's hard length and immediately got the desired reaction from the older man. Minho grinned slightly, but then took his manhood into his mouth. Slowly at first and eventually faster, he slid his head up and down while applying the extra pressure needed with his hand to elicit a few pleasurable sounds from Chan.
"Lino..." the heir gasped and let his hand slide over Minho's back towards his bottom. A pleasurable shiver ran through his body, which the host focused on. God, he hated blowjobs, but what didn't you do to make your guest happy?
Chan's hands found themselves on Minho's backside, drawing his attention to the way his hands massaged his cheeks and his fingers ran lightly over his entrance again and again. Good, so Chan thought about preparing Minho.
The younger man detached himself from Chan's cock and gave him a look. "Lube and rubbers are in the drawer," he said in a rough voice. When Chan nodded and pulled open the drawer next to the bed, Minho turned his attention back to Chan's lap.
He heard the older man open the gel and spread it over his fingers. A little later, he felt the cool gel at his opening, into which Chan carefully slipped a finger. Minho gasped when he felt the pressure, but quickly got used to the feeling. One finger was doable, no problem for Minho.
It felt good as Chan let his finger dance inside him, pressing against his insides, searching for that one sweet spot that would make Minho cry out. He could practically hear Chan's grin when he succeeded. "Does good...?"
Minho licked his lips. "Don't worry, I'm not one of those fake chicks who just pretend to like it." Minho really wasn't. If you didn't bring it in bed, Minho wasn't going to pretend it was the best sex he'd ever had. Most of the zeros didn't care about their performance anyway.
He groaned again as Chan added a second finger, widening it more. "Uhm...that's good..." the host mumbled, before sipping Chan's creation with his lips. "More..."
There was a slight tug as Chan inserted his third finger, causing the Host to suck in his breath slightly. He hadn't meant more fingers, but more movement. His mistake, even in bed you should express yourself clearly. However, the host gave Chan probs for pausing when he realized that Minho was in pain.
"Are you alright...?" His voice even sounded concerned, which made Minho smile. The host nodded. "All good..." He reached out his hand to Chan. "Give me the rubber..."
Minho had expected many things, but a pair of perplexed eyes stared at him. "But I can..." Minho sighed. "Give it to me now," he ordered and finally set about opening the rubber's packaging.
However, this proved to be quite difficult as Chan began to push his fingers into him faster after he had pulled it out. The movement made Minho shaky, making it difficult for him to open the package. When Chan finally pennetrated his sweet spot with his fingers, Minho's arms gave way and he slumped into Chan's lap. "Fucker-," he gasped, still trying to get the condom out of its wrapper.
Chan seemed content to watch as the host was destroyed by his fingers alone. Minho also began to wonder what Chan must be like in the endgame if his fingers were already doing better things to him than many a guest had been able to do before.
Minho had just opened the package and expertly rolled the condom over Chan's arousal when Chan withdrew his fingers and threw the host onto the bed next to him. A short time later, Chan found himself between Minho's legs again, but this time leaning over his body.
He lifted his hand and stroked Chan's chest without breaking their intense eye contact. "Missionary position, huh?" Chan grinned at him. He grabbed him by the hips and pulled him closer with ease, allowing Minho to feel Chan's arousal right at his entrance.
"I like to watch," Chan murmured before slowly penetrating Minho. The host moaned as the older man slowly filled him completely, bit by bit. It felt good to feel Chan inside him. If the older man knew how to use his tool properly now, it would put Chan in first place among his lovers.
Chan started to move slowly inside him, he had to pay close attention to Minho's body language, because Chan only started thrusting into him again when Minho had gotten used to the fullness. "Ha..." Minho gasped softly and threw his arm over his face.
Rarely had he felt such a tingling in his stomach from the start, rarely did Minho crave more from his partner than what he already had. But feeling Chan inside him felt so good that he wanted to feel him everywhere. Not just inside him, all over his skin.
He shuddered as he felt Chan's breath on his neck. The older man pulled his arm away from his face so Minho could see the smirk on Chan's lips as he sank deep into him again and again. "I said I want to see you. You don't usually make a shy impression either," he whispered. "Or does it feel so good that you don't know where to put your hands, Lino?"
Minho was about to reply when Chan unerringly hit his sweet spot. The host groaned instead and arched his back. Chan was far from a gentle lover. Careful, considerate, yes. But his thrusts were rough and had the power to push Minho over the mattress if he hadn't been held down by Chan. "I'll take that as a yes," Chan smirked as he continued to push all of Minho's buttons, driving him to the brink of insanity.
Minho finally reached for Chan, wrapping his arms around his body and pressing his fingers into the older man's back. He scratched lightly over the white skin, turning it red as Chan drove him closer and closer to the abyss. "Chan..." Minho moaned into the crook of Chan's neck.
Chan was everything. He took what he wanted from Minho, but at the same time held the host as close to him as if they were lovers. He created the perfect illusion for them both. An illusion in which they could both let themselves go, an illusion in which they were not host and guest.
"Chan..." Minho groaned again. It was a warning that he would come soon if Chan continued to take him like this. The heir understood. He licked Minho's ear with his tongue, biting it gently before whispering to him shakily. "Come for me. Let yourself go."
He increased his pace again, pressing hard against Minho's sweet spot again and again, driving the host to climax. Minho trembled heavily while Chan accompanied him through his climax, continuing to thrust himself into him. Chan's movements also became less precise, suggesting that he was also on the verge.
Minho playfully tightened around Chan, which finally gave the heir the rest. He thrust himself into him a few more times before he finally came with a groan.
A moment later, he sighed contentedly and lowered himself onto Minho's body. The host laughed softly and stroked Chan's hair. "Broken? After a performance like that, I thought you could go on for hours."
Chan grinned. "I'm only human too. Although your presence alone makes me want to go several rounds."
Minho smiled slightly. "Hm..." he mumbled. He had realized that it wouldn't be a short night for him. At least the sex with Chan was one of the best he was allowed to have here.
The bank heir leaned up slightly to look at Minho. "Do I have to go right away?" he asked, pushing his lower lip forward a little, giving him a cute, dog-like look.
"Your friends really didn't tell you much, huh?" smirked Minho. "They paid for the whole night. I'm your present until exactly six in the morning."
"Lucky you..." Chan smiled slightly and stroked Minho's cheek gently. His scrutinizing gaze made Minho slightly nervous. It wasn't often that someone looked at him like that with such friendly eyes.
The host's breath caught when Chan finally leaned down to kiss him. Just before their lips touched, Minho had pushed his fingers in front of Chan's lips and shook his head slightly. "No kissing..."
The dark-haired man blinked in confusion for a moment and tilted his head slightly. "No hickeys I understand. But why no kissing?" he asked, slightly amused, to which Minho sighed.
"Kissing is how you fall in love," Minho replied seriously. "Everything else is physical companionship, which I use at will. Kissing, on the other hand, is not one of them."
"Hm...I like kissing, though," Chan admitted sulkily as he pulled out of Minho and removed the condom to throw it in the garbage can.
"Then you'll have to find another host." Of course, every host had their own limits. Minho knew of some women where anal was taboo, still others had different rules. Aside from the fact that no host allowed hickeys, Minho was a really easy host. His only rule was no kissing, nothing more.
"But cuddling is okay?" Chan asked, to which Minho laughed. "Of course, but who would pay to cuddle-" He faltered when he felt Chan throw himself next to him again and pull him into his arms. "Cuddling is definitely underrated. It sends out so many happiness hormones if you let it," the older man explained, reaching awkwardly for the blanket to cover them both.
Minho was surprised, but couldn't deny that Chan's strong arms and physical closeness felt good. Still, he had to ask again. "You want to spend all the money your friends spent on you on cuddling?" he laughed softly, but snuggled a little closer to Chan. Minho should be fine with that.
"Hm..." Chan nodded slightly and buried his face in Chan's hair. "It's my birthday present, I can do whatever I want with it."
"And that's it?"
"If I tell you. He pulled me into his arms and then just fell asleep." Minho shrugged and poked at his rice with his spoon. Minho liked to eat at the ChaHAN food truck. The food tasted good and was cheap, but above all, the food truck belonged to a good friend.
"And then?"
Minho looked up. Two round, curious eyes looked at him from behind the counter, making the host laugh. "He got up at six, thanked me for the night and left."
The host reached for the napkin next to him and threw it at his friend, who had whistled earlier. "Han Jisung," he admonished him calmly and looked after the napkin, which slowly slid back down the glass onto the small shelf where Minho was standing.
The brown-haired man laughed softly. "What do you want to hear, Min? You come here, tell me about your adventure with Mr. Mysterious, tell me that you even liked the sex, only to realize that one round was enough for him and that he did nothing more than hugging you until the end. A real gentleman!" Grinning, he leaned a little over the counter. "Or was it frustrating? You can tell me," he laughed.
Minho rolled his eyes. Of course, when someone was as responsive to Minho's needs as Chan was, it was almost a pity. On the other hand, it also made Chan very special and made Minho remember him. The bank heir was definitely different from the rest who had already bought Minho for some hours. But Jisung didn't need to know that. Well, he might have already figured it out himself anyways.
Sighing, Minho looked up at the bag of cookies in his hand. "And I thought I'd give you some of my homemade cookies..."
"Home-baked?" asked Jisung, holding out his hands for the gift. "Come on! I was just teasing you a little!"
Minho laughed softly. "You'd better not do that. Otherwise I'll give the cookies to someone else. There are enough people who would love my cookies!" Nevertheless, he put the bag down on the counter and laughed softly when the brunette immediately reached for them.
"I'm happy about your cookies too...!" he protested quietly, inspecting the cookies a little. "Certainly much more than anyone else..." He put the bag back so that he could pick up his cloth again and wipe the counter.
Minho's cell phone rang, and a glance at it told him that it was Sana. He sighed heavily but picked up. "Yes?" he asked as he watched Jisung go about his usual business.
"Hey. We have an interesting offer here. Would you have time for a customer tonight?"
Minho raised a brow. He certainly didn't. "See when I'm free, but definitely not today."
"I know you're off tonight, but he'd pay really well."
Minho accepted the Coke Jisung held out to him with a smile and took a sip. "Sana. I've already worked all day today, before that I worked until six in the morning today. Don't you think I'm entitled to some time off?"
"Of course I do. But I wouldn't call if there wasn't a lot of money involved."
Minho shook his head. "It's still no. Book it for any time I can. Bye." The host hung up and put his cell phone back in his pocket. "My goodness..." he muttered quietly.
Jisung sighed playfully and shook his head. "It must be hard being so popular." He smirked slightly as Minho gave him one of his deadly looks and shrugged. "You were out with that fellow again today, weren't you? What was his name again? Woo..."
"Woowon..." Minho replied, resting his head on the small shelf in front of him, which made Han laugh. "That was his name, right."
"That's not funny, Ji. The kid books himself into one of my timeslots whenever he gets pocket money. I'm sure I'll see more of him when he starts working."
"But isn't that a good thing? That way you can always assume that you'll have enough money." Han waved his hands defensively as Minho raised an eyebrow. "Sure, you'll have enough to do without him. But think of it as a kind of insurance?"
"If there was at least something in it for me." Minho grimaced and sipped his Coke again. "I went shopping with him today." He saw Jisung's bright eyes and laughed. "To keep your expectations low: The only thing he paid me for was the coffee at the end."
Jisung looked at him with his mouth hanging open. "Cheeky, isn't it?" Minho asked, to which Jisung nodded. "That's really a no no. And he made you run all over the mall before?"
Minho nodded and pushed his lower lip forward playfully. "Yes! And then I had to wait outside the booth and tell him how good he looked in all his new expensive clothes. Hello? He could have at least given me a blouse or something, Christmas is just around the corner."
"You don't need clothes for Christmas. You don't have to go anywhere.", Jisung laughed slightly wishing it was the same for him.
Minho shrugged his shoulders. "He doesn't know that...? And what if I suddenly go on the perfect date at Christmas? Or I’d acompany you to your not so beloved parents?" Minho turned the bottle slightly between his hands. Sometimes that's exactly what Minho wished for. A normal Christmas with his family or really just any family. But the moment Minho had decided to move to Japan had also been the moment he had decided against normality.
Christmas with his family had never been nice anyway. Once you got out of childhood, you saw the festivities with completely different eyes and your ears became more alert to all the little family squabbles and the envy that was expressed behind closed doors.
"Maybe they'd be happy if you spent Christmas with them again..." Minho looked up and shook his head. "Even if they were, I won't be spending another Christmas there."
His cell phone rang again. It was Sana again. "Hold on, please..." Minho picked up and sighed loudly into his cell phone. "What now?"
A slender young man walked unsteadily towards the snack bar and looked around. Minho's eyes lay calmly on him. He seemed to be homeless. Not for long though, his clothes were still in good condition, just a little dirty.
"The customer asked me to talk to you again. He would also take you out to wherever you wanted to go..."
Minho laughed. "What? And if I said I wanted to spend the night in Okinawa, he'd book us on the next flight and we'd be gone, or what?" Minho smirked and shook his head. "Sana, no."
"Uhm...s-sorry..." the young homeless man spoke, stretching slightly to appear taller so that Jisung would notice him. Minho raised a brow and tapped lightly on the window. When Jisung turned around, he noticed the blond young man and smiled.
"But-"
"No means no. Book him for another day," Minho interrupted Sana. Why was she always so bad at understanding his no?
Jisung smiled and greeted the stranger in a friendly manner. "Hey, you were here yesterday..."
The young man lowered his eyes and nodded slightly. "Yes...and I was wondering if you had a little...spare...?"
Minho watched the conversation intently. A little spare? Did he ask Jisung for food? His friend was barely making enough money for himself. If he started serving food to the homeless now, he would certainly notice financially.
"Can I book him for Christmas Eve then?"
"I'll see what I've got, Felix." Jisung turned around and started working in his snack kitchen. So his name was Felix. A nice name, actually. But the boy looked asian, not a name that was usually given here.
“Uhm...Minho?”
Right, Sana was still on the phone. "Just book him wherever you want. Anything is fine with me." He hung up and turned his attention to their conversation.
Minho sighed inwardly. His friend had too soft of a heart. "How long have you been living like this?" Minho interjected with interest, causing the stranger to flinch slightly. "You haven't lived on the streets for long, have you?"
The blond looked at him in surprise, but also unsure whether he should give him an answer. "Normally, people who've lived on the streets a bit longer look more rugged."
The boy nodded hesitantly. "For two weeks..."
"And going back home? You must still be living with your parents, right?"
"Not an option." Felix murmured quietly.
Minho nodded slightly. "Are you sure about that? Sometimes your own home feels like the worst place in the world. But it's not just the nights that are very cold at the moment...Christmas is just around the corner..."
The blonde shook his head fiercely. "Please don't tell anyone you saw me." Minho blinked in surprise and was about to say something when Jisung came back to the counter with a food wrapper and held it out to Felix. "Don't worry, Minho knows quite well himself what it's like to not want to be found."
The host smirked slightly, Jisung was right. "Especially since I wouldn't know who to tell that I've seen you here anyway." He watched as Felix reached for the food with nimble hands and bowed his thanks. The young man was about to leave again when Minho stopped him short.
He stretched to take the bag of cookies from the counter and place it on the food wrapper in Felix's hands, ignoring Jisung's "Ey!". "For some happy feelings in the cold season. I think you need these more than Jisung."
Puzzled, Felix looked up from the cookies to Minho. "Why...?"
The host smiled slightly. "Let's call it intuition." Felix smiled again in thanks and Minho had to admit that his smile was really beautiful when it reached his eyes. "Maybe we'll meet again sometime. It seems like we have a same friend."
Felix nodded and then walked quickly back through the park to where he came from. Sighing, Minho turned back to Jisung. "So I don't visit you for a while and you find new friends to fleece you. I'll bring you some new cookies next time."
Jisung shrugged his shoulders. "He showed up here a few days ago and I felt sorry for him. So I gave him some of the leftovers...he's been popping in from time to time ever since. It's not like he's pushing me to my existential limits, so don't worry."
"Hm...if you say so. You're old enough to decide," Minho mumbled and took another sip of his Coke. He was astonished when Jisung placed a bowl of Chahan in front of him and shook his head. "I really can't pay you today, Ji. I don't have any money with me." Sometimes Minho left the house without taking his money with him. His money was tight and if he left it at home, at least he wouldn't be tempted to spend any.
"Don't worry, it's on me like the Coke. So eat up," Jisung grinned.
Minho looked at his friend in surprise. "But...why?"
The brunette grinned broadly and leaned a little over the counter. "Let's call it intuition."