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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      EXO_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Huang_Zi_Tao_|_Tao/Wu_Yi_Fan_|_Kris, Huang_Zi_Tao_|_Tao/Park_Chanyeol
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Out_of_Character, Host_Clubs, Alternate_Universe_-
      Prostitution
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-06-04 Chapters: 1/4 Words: 6250
****** House of Pleasures ******
by Billxbesitztxmeinxherz
Summary
     Kris is working the streets of Xi'an as a host when he comes across a
     teenage prostitute named Tao. A realistic look at the lives of hosts
     and how these two found love in even the darkest of places and the
     bleakest of situations.
Notes
     So after disappearing for about a five-month period, I have returned.
     Dedicated to the good old days of the Tokio Hotel fandom and my
     little cheerleading squad who are always behind my madness one-
     hundred percent.
     Because Kris will always be blonde to me and because I love playing
     around with Kris’s characterization.
“Hey, are you going to get going or not?” The manager asked, a tone of
annoyance obvious. The manager was a squat man, no real distinct facial
features to note, who was already pretty close to bald but kept insisting that
he was merely thinning. Kris nearly was knocked on his rear when someone shoved
past him, still shrugging into a sports coat, as he bolted out the door.
 
Inside Korkoro such a hustle and bustle was a common occurrence but the holiday
season had swamped them more than normal. Located heart of Xi’an, but not
within the all exclusive inner wall, nestled in among various flashy shops and
graphic novel shops, resided the small host club that Kris was currently
employed in.
 
Being a host was not the most dignified of jobs but it paid far better than any
other jobs out on the market for young twenty-somethings. Times were tough,
especially when you were a small town boy with a dismal community college
degree like Kris was. Kris was from some small village not worth even
mentioning; needless to say the town had one gas station. Such environment was
not somewhere one could expect to amount to anything. Kris was expected to take
over his father’s convenience shop but the young man had to escape. The shop
would always be there, a constant that had already stood the test of time for
the past for generations. It would be a shame for a tall and handsome man like
Kris with such a facial structure to go to waste in such a place… or at least
Kris thought so.
 
The moment he’d saved enough money, Kris had packed his bags and set out for
Xi’an. City life offered more excitement than Kris’s dingy town could have ever
aspired to. In the city, people were loud, it was crowded, it was dirty, but it
was also incredibly thrilling. Rows and rows of shopping malls that reached up
to the skies and the loud music of nightclubs rang out into the streets. The
red light district showcased girls with coy smiles through the glass barriers
that secluded the workers from the streets. People bustled with their heads
down, cellphones permanently attached to their ears, as school children ran
rampant through the streets the moment the school bells ran. Tourists walked,
gawking at the large ancient wall that separated the inner city of Xi’an from
the outer. Neon sings lit up the skies and it was all quite a lot for Kris to
take in on the first day.
 
There was so much to see, so much do. But like most things in this world, each
of these new exciting adventures required an income. Finding a job was number
one of Kris’s agenda along with finding a place to stay. Hostels were too
expensive and dangerous, but the stylish townhouses that lined the fashion
district were too expensive. The houses in the inner city were generally
populated by the elderly and passed down through family generations. The
apartments in the outer city were slightly better in price but in high demand.
This predicament was how Kris found himself rooming with four others in an
apartment originally meant to house one. Once his income had started flowing in
more steadily, increasing with each month Kris was employed at the club, he’d
begun to look into getting a place of his own… but those three roommates were
the only thing closest to family that Kris had in Xi’an and he wasn’t quite
ready to up and leave them just yet.
 
It was only three in the morning, an odd hour, but the city was still bustling
as people got off work or ever still out from the previous night’s fun. Kris
earned a few stares as he lazily navigated the streets, trying not grit his
teeth too hard when he earned some disapproving looks from a group of
businessmen. There was judgment whenever Kris was at work; at first it had
greatly bothered him, but now he steadily building immunity to it. The tall man
headed towards the intersection he could be found at every night, smiling
breaking across his face when he spotted someone familiar.
 
“Chanyeol.” Kris grinned, grasping the other man’s hand and pulling him in for
a hug. Chanyeol was a host just like Kris, save for the fact that the club
Chanyeol worked out did not discourage sleeping with customers as much as
Kris’s did. While Korkoro allowed hosts to sleep with clients for the right
price, it was mostly discouraged as it only led to bickering amongst customers
or even drove some away. The girls grew tired, they viewed earning a host’s
love as a prize, and if that prize was given out too freely or frequently,
there was no point to starting the game at all.
 
“Kris! I didn’t know you were working this shift.” Chanyeol smiled, his short
dark hair giving him almost a cherubic experience. Chanyeol’s specialty was
being the funny host, the one that would listen to a sad girl’s tale and
brighten her day through comedy and by simply being friendly.
 
“The manager has everyone working overtime these next two months. Complete
bullshit if you ask me. What good is a host if he’s falling asleep at the
table?” A third voice dropped into the conversation. The newcomer was Kai,
another host at Korkoro along with Kris, whose specialty was playing the bad
boy figure. Kris tried not to snort… Kai was barely out of secondary school
when he began working as a host.
 
“As long as I’m bringing in money I honestly don’t care.” Kris scratched the
back of his head and watched as a group of girls teetered by.
 
“The Prada is a fake.” Chanyeol commented, eyeing the girls. “So is the
Chanel.”
 
“Fakes, fakes, and more fakes.” Kai grunted, surveying the various women
bobbing through the crowds around them. “I’m sick of hunting down nobodies. I
want a woman with a lot of cash.”
 
“And big tits.” Chanyeol chimed in grinning ear to ear.
 
“Yeah and big knockers that you can bury your face in.” Kai laughed before
spotting a hostess getting off work. “That one. I see her here all the time.”
 
“She won’t go for a lower level host like you.” Chanyeol elbowed Kai, “Best
leave a woman like that to the real men.”
 
“Real men my ass! Your hair used to be down to your shoulders like some flower
boy only a few months ago! It’s not like we are living in the 90s anymore!” Kai
snarled, elbowing back Chanyeol even harder. “I scouted her. Go make your money
somewhere else.”
 
“Fine.” Chanyeol held up his hands, “If you think you can even pique her
interest.”
 
“Oh I’ll get her alright.” Kai licked his lower lip. “I’ll get her nice and
good until she’s moaning for more.”
 
“Hey honey!” Kai called, dashing off towards the hostess, “Come over here!
Sixty Yuan for the night. No, no, come over here I don’t bite!”
 
“I’m feeling a school girl today.” Chanyeol smiled but Kris knew better. You
had to be tough and pretty slick to make it in a business like this. Chanyeol
knew his assets and he played them up however Chanyeol was no fool despite his
archetype of playing the clown. Schoolgirls made easy targets, especially ones
that had never been to a host club before and did not know how quickly the
money could fly out of their pockets. Chanyeol’s opportunity would have to wait
until six when the flocks of schoolgirls headed out, maybe he could convince
one to play hooky then.
 
“We still have another three hours until school starts.” Kris let his eyes
wander, passing over those too poor in appearance or women that Kris wouldn’t
particularly enjoying entertaining. He wasn’t supposed to discriminate with
customers but even Kris drew the line somewhere.
 
“I don’t want to wait around for three hours. I want someone now.” Chanyeol
grumbled, about to start off on a rant when suddenly his eyes lit up. “There!”
 
“What?” Kris frowned when Chanyeol grabbed his arm excitedly. “Where are you
pointing?”
 
“See that? That little punk over there slouching in the shadows.” Chanyeol was
practically squealing in glee. “He’s become one of my regulars. Cute little
thing isn’t he?”
 
Kris sought out the person that Chanyeol was pointing out until his eyes were
landing on a youth hiding in the shadows. The boy was relatively tall, with
short cropped black hair dyed red on top, he wore ripped jeans and a tank top,
one arm holding the other awkwardly to his side, his head ducked so that his
bangs obscured his eyes.
 
“He can’t be more than a child. Where did you cradle snatch this one from, an
elementary school?”
 
“Snagged him on his way to school actually. He was way too easy. I played him
just like a girl. He comes back thrice every week now. I’m bleeding him dry.
We’re in love, don’t you know?” Chanyeol smiled wickedly and Kris could not
explain why such a look made his skin crawl.
 
The dark haired host wandered his way over the boy, casually leaning all of his
weight on one arm as Chanyeol practically backed the boy against the wall. Kris
could see Chanyeol laying it on thick, all dark looks and secretive smiles, as
the client watched the host with a look of fear and shy girlish love. The more
Chanyeol spoke, the more the boy settled down. Then Chanyeol was nodding off in
the direction of his club and Kris found himself moving between them before
Kris had even realized that he’d moved.
 
“W-what?” Chanyeol blinked, looking enraged. “Kris, what are you doing?”
 
“How old are you?” Kris peered closer in horror at the boy. The student was
even younger looking up close, all milky white skin with baby fat to his
cheeks, the boy peeked shyly through his dyed red bangs at Kris in
embarrassment.
 
“I’m nineteen.” The boy said. It was a lie.
 
“Do your parents know you are wasting your money on a whore? Let alone a male
one?” Kris questioned and the boy glared, piercings twinkling in the
streetlamp’s light.
 
“Kris!” Chanyeol shouted enraged. The dark haired teen grabbed the blonde,
various rings digging uncomfortably into Kris’s arm, as he snarled out in
warning, “I don’t know what the fuck you are thinking but you better back off.”
 
“He’s a child, Chanyeol.” Kris thundered, “There’s no way he’s in university.
Did you not see his uniform? It’s a Seifu Gakuen high uniform.”
 
Chanyeol’s eyes widened and he retracted as if burned, whirling to face the boy
in fury. The boy’s face had upturned in anger, fiery eyes piercing Kris.
 
“I am not a child. I am fucking nineteen years old and paying customer so why
don’t you fuck off?” The boy spat at Kris, tiny fists curled at his side in
fury. The boy’s head only came to Kris’s shoulder and the host had to resist
snorting at the childish attempt of seeming intimidating.
 
“Tao.” Chanyeol grabbed the boy’s shoulder roughly, pinning him back against
the wall as to look in his eyes, “Is this true? Are you really in junior high?”
 
“No! Of course it’s not true! I’m nineteen I already told you! He’s wrong! He
doesn’t know anything!” Tao winced when Chanyeol squeezed his shoulder harshly.
“Chanyeol, please believe me.”
 
“Fucking Christ.” Chanyeol shoved the boy to the ground and sneered. “You’re
nothing but a child. I’m bad, but I’m not that bad. I could get arrested for
this.”
 
“Chanyeol!” Tao gasped, eyes watering with tears that threaten to spill.
“Chanyeol don’t do this! I didn’t mean to lie!”
 
“Don’t fuck with me, you damn kid.” Chanyeol turned to leave, disgust but
mostly fear across his face.
 
“No!” Tao struggled to his feet, shoving Kris out of the way as he lunged at
Chanyeol and grasped onto his hand desperately. “Chanyeol, please. I… I love
you.”
 
“You and a hundred other women, kid. You’re just embarrassing yourself now.”
The dark haired host said, prying Tao’s grip off of him. “Go home, Tao.”
 
“N-no.” Tao choked, fat tears rolling down his cheeks now as Chanyeol stormed
off. “Chanyeol, I love you.”
 
“Eh.” Kris scratched at the back of his head awkwardly as he contemplated the
smoothest method of escape. The boy turned to Kris, eyes wide in hurt, as he
struggled not to completely fall apart.
 
“Why?” Tao sobbed. “Why did you tell him?”
 
“Kid, you were only to end up getting hurt in the end. This is for the best.”
Kris eyed the boy’s frame, taking in appreciatively the boy’ thin slender body
and the nice swell to his rear. Kris pondered if Chanyeol had gotten around to
tapping that yet before his intervention.
 
“Well I am hurt now! This is all of your fault! I love him! I love him and now
he’s gone.” Tao’s voice began to rise as he sank down to his knees, hands
trembling.
 
“I’m not at fault here. I’m not the one who lied and added a solid four years
to my age.” The host shifted uneasily as the boy continued to sob, watching as
Tao brought his hands to his chest and cried pathetically.
 
“Age does not matter in love!” Tao cried, shaking his head.
 
“Ah Jesus Christ, kid. You can’t seriously believe that, can you?”
 
“I love him! Oh my god I don’t know what I’m going to do. If I go back tomorrow
and apologize maybe-” Tao began when Kris leaned down and smacked the boy
straight across the face. Tao yelped, cheek stinging, eyes wide as saucers.
 
“Wake up!” Kris shouted, actually shouted, and Tao flinched. “Chanyeol never
loved you. He doesn’t love any of his clients. Hell! I don’t even love any of
my clients. None of us do! It’s all an act. You pay us to pretend to love you.
You can’t actually believe that just because we are nice to you and say that we
care for you that it’s true! It’s our job to make you fall in love with us!
That’s how we get our pay. So why don’t you wake to reality already?”
 
Tao sat there, clutching his cheek, tears streaming down his face, as Kris
panted heavily over him. The blonde’s words hit the boy like a ton of bricks
and suddenly Tao was clenching his fists by his side. The young boy knew the
blonde host was telling the truth but Tao didn’t want to accept it. It wasn’t
possible. Chanyeol had been so kind to Tao, comforting him when that man had
been so cruel to him. It wasn’t possible that what Tao had felt towards
Chanyeol was all created with smoke and mirrors.
 
“You’re wrong.” Tao furiously wiped away his tears and met Kris’s gaze with
blazing eyes. “This is all your fault. I will never forgive you, Kris.”
 
“Hey now-” Kris bristled about to go off on the under-aged youth again when Tao
was rising to his feet and pushing past the host, still struggling to conceal
his tears as he ran off in the opposite direction.
 
Kris watched as the child fled, snorting and extracting a cigarette out from
his pocket. He lit it up, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply as he felt
himself settle down.
 
“Damn stupid kid.” Kris mumbled.
===============================================================================
“Kris!” A girl yowled, pawing at Kris’s thighs. “You haven’t been paying any
attention to me all night.”
 
“I’m sorry babe.” Kris flashed that signature dangerous grin of his. The girl
stopped pouting immediately, cheeks flushing as her grip on Kris’s legs
loosened. “I have someone in the private seat tonight who is being a little
difficult. All I really want is to just spend time with you but the princess
over there is being highly demanding. My shoulders are hurting so bad tonight
too. I just really want to sit with you and relax.”
 
“Oh! Kris.” The girl was blushing even harder now before she was fishing her
credit card out from her purse. “Here! I’ll order another bottle of champagne
and then you’ll have to spend more time with me! It will give you a break from
that greedy girl over there.”
 
Kris secretly grinned, dropping into a bow as he swiped the credit card and
wandered off to the register. A simple bottle of champagne 3000 Yuan while an
ultra champagne call could cost up to 10,000 Yuan. Such prices were ridiculous
but women still paid them regardless as they all vied to outdo the other for
their favorite host’s attention.
 
“You’re doing well tonight as usual.” Kai whispered as Kris brushed past the
other at the register. Kai was having a slow night with only two customers so
far and the other could help but seethe with envy at six that Kris had already.
Kris merely shrugged and ran up the charges, smiling as he briefly reviewed his
profits for the night.
 
“Work harder then.” Kris offered, snatching up a bottle of champagne as he
wandered back over to his public seating table.
 
Korkoro offered two types of seating for its customers: the public seating area
and the private seat. On a good night, an average host would fill the public
seating area with at least three clients and if he was lucky, the private seat
would be filled once a month. The private seat was a secluded area for a client
willing to pay an exorbitant amount of money for one-on-one time with her
favorite host. The public area was cheaper but the downside was that your
designated host could be hosting other girls at the same time and you’d be
forced to sit with them.
 
Kris actually didn’t have anyone in the private seat that night but he liked to
tell his customers in the public seating area that anyways so they’d spend more
to steal him away from whatever girl they had fabricated in their minds. It was
a dirty trick but one that brought in a consistent flow of money for Kris.
Constantly making his clients think that he had someone in the private seat
made Kris look desirable and when a host appeared desirable, more girls booked
that host.
 
“Kris?” The manager called, right as the blonde host was about to reach his
customer. “You have someone waiting for you in the private seat.”
 
“Yeah I know, right?” Kris laughed, turning to leave when the other man grabbed
the host firmly by the arm.
 
“No,” The manager frowned, “Seriously Kris you have a customer waiting for you
in the private seat.”
 
“W-what? Since when? When did she get here? Is it that damn Suki girl again?”
Kris craned his neck to glance at the private seat section but a dividing wall
shielded his particular booth.
 
“No your customer is… well… I’m just surprised at your customer. To each his
own.” The manger waved Kris off, “Don’t make your special customer wait too
long.”
 
“Wait! Manager! Who is the customer that designated me?” Kris was thoroughly
confused. His normal private seat client was away on a business trip for the
week and Kris had thought he’d gotten rid of that annoying customer Suki ages
ago. It was probably just some random girl looking for a night of fun that
walked in from off the street. Kris had tended to those a few times. Girls who
club hopped a lot and chose hosts based on the profile posted out front of the
club.
 
“Don’t keep him waiting, Kris. He’s a hot little thing who looks like he’s just
panting for it.” Kai grinned from his seating area, arms around two of his
clients. The girls giggled, eyeing Kris over, and laughed when Kai whispered
something to them.
 
“Him?” Kris paled, fingers tightening around the bottle.
 
“Kris?” The blonde host’s client titled her head in confusion. She reached out
and took the champagne bottle from the man. “Are you going to sit down?”
 
“I have to tend to my private seat client again, I’m sorry.” Kris gritted, mind
racing as one face came to mind as his possible special customer.
 
“What?” The girl shrieked, “Kris! I just ordered a bottle of fucking champagne.
I expect you to open it for me and have a drink! You fucking bastard, I’m
paying you!”
 
“I’m sorry. I will be back shortly but I really do need to tend to… her.” Kris
stalked off, head aching at his client’s screams of protest.
 
The blonde navigated his way through the darkly lit club, a mess of neon
flashing lights and drunken hosts singing to their clients, as he headed
towards the private seating section. A wall closed it off so that hosts could
be alone with their special clients. The section had better seating, was
quieter, and had access to the private rooms upstairs if the host felt in the
mood to bed the client for the night. It was always the host’s choice. The
customer always hoped that these frivolous little chats would lead to something
more and if the host deemed the client worthy enough, sometimes they did…for
one night at least.
 
Kris’s booth was dark, the only source of light from small white lanterns that
hung overhead. Incense burned, filling the air with a sickening sweet smell, as
large plush pillows littered the area. It was an intimate place that resembled
an Arab harem and was a place that Kris used to escape from his customers
sometimes during the night. However, this place of peace was now the source of
Kris’s nerves, as he entered the booth.
 
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Kris swore, stumbling backwards slightly upon
entering the room.
 
There, perched on top of one of the luxurious pillows, all darks eyes and
smirking pouty lips, was none other than that little punk from before. The teen
was dressed in the white button down from his school uniform and a pair of
ripped up black skinny jeans. There was something incredibly sexual about the
boy’s appearance and it made Kris feel entirely uncomfortable.
 
“You’re Chanyeol’s brat!” Kris stalked up to the fifteen year old and seized
the boy by the arm, “What are you doing here? Get out already before someone
sees you!”
 
“No!” Tao struggled to free himself, “Let go of me!”
 
“You can’t be here.” Kris hissed; bringing his face dangerously close to the
teen’s and Tao leered at him.
 
“I’m your special customer for the night so,” Tao yanked his arm free, “Yes I
can be here.”
 
“You’re a child. It’s a school night! Shouldn’t you be at home? Aren’t your
parents concerned?” Kris could not believe this kid.
 
“I am not a child! I’m a paying customer and right now you are accosting me.”
Tao shouted the last part a little too loudly and Kris on the kid in an
instant. Kris knocked the boy backwards, hand over the teen’s mouth, as he
pinned Tao.
 
“Not a word more. Do you want me to get fired?” Kris looked around and waited
to see if the manager would come barging in. Tao mumbled incomprehensible
muffled words from behind Kris’s hand and bucked up against the older man.
 
Kris froze, a bolt of electricity shooting up his spine, as Tao tried
desperately to buck him off. Tao lurched again and again beneath the blonde,
still mumbling in outrage, as Kris was able to feel every muscled inch of the
teen’s body. This teen with his eye makeup, hot lithe body, and fire in his
eyes was turning Kris on like no other. Kris swallowed, unable to stop his body
from reacting, and suddenly Tao was stilling. The teen met Kris’s gaze with
eyes wide as saucers and Kris was quickly detangling himself from the teen.
 
“Y-you got hard.” Tao’s face was more surprised than scandalized as he stared
at the formative bulge in the front of Kris’s pants.
 
“It wasn’t from you. I have been all night what with all of the customers.”
Kris snapped; growing angrier when Tao’s gaze remained fixed on the man’s
bulge.
 
“You know… at Bliss you wouldn’t have to lie about it like that.” Tao spoke
softly, smirk crossing his features. “The fact that you’re gay.”
 
“I’m not. It was just a natural reaction after I’ve been flirting with women
all night.” Kris was beginning to really hate this kid, “Besides Korkoro isn’t
like that disgrace of a host club like Bliss allowing women and gays into the
club.”
 
“Your friend Chanyeol works there you know.” Tao spat.
 
“Chanyeol and I are more acquaintances than friends. But I supposed someone who
cannot even tell the difference between love and a paid service wouldn’t know.”
Kris slipped in the last part, smiling cruelly. Tao actually looked hurt by
that statement.
 
“Serve me champagne.” Tao said after a moment, looking down at his hands.
 
“What?” Kris blinked.
 
“I’m your customer for the night. Serve me champagne. What else am I paying you
for? Entertain me.” Tao demanded, straightening out his button down.
 
“Like hell! You aren’t even legal!”
 
“I’ll call the manager in and say that you’re not giving satisfactory service.
I bet that will hurt your rank as the number one host in this club, won’t it?”
Tao smiled dangerously.
 
“You wouldn’t.” Kris narrowed his eyes down at the cocky teen.
 
“Try me.” Tao snarled, “Now serve me champagne.”
 
Kris almost snapped just then, he really did, but he stopped himself just in
time. Who did this brat think he was? This kid was not even in high school yet
and he was making cocky demands like this? Wandering into the red light
district at night and going to host clubs alone like this? Unbelievable. What
kind of parents did this kid have?
 
“You better watch yourself, kid.” Kris stood up suddenly, towering over the
boy. “This isn’t a place for little brats. Why are you even here?”
 
“You really want to know?” Tao asked; slinking forwards on all fours and Kris
startled. The teen slid closer, his hips moving sinuously as he crawled
forwards, before stopping at Kris’s feet. The blonde watched as he struggled to
breath when Tao began nuzzling the front of Kris’s pants with his face.
 
“Fuck.” Kris swore when Tao opened his mouth and mouthed the man’s clothed
need. Kris wanted to run then, he really did, but it was difficult when his
body was screaming at him to take this fucking brat.
 
“Fine.” Tao ran spindly fingers up the back so Kris’s thighs and flicked the
zipper of Kris’s pants with his tongue, “I’ll tell you then.”
 
The host’s hips instinctively jolted forwards then and Tao smirked, making
Kris’s pants wet as he sucked on the man’s bulge. Kris’s body was having an
internal war then as one part of him was screaming to shove the kid away while
the other urged Kris to pull the kid closer, to grab Tao by that soft silky red
hair of his and shove down his throat. That would teach the kid not to mess in
the affairs of adults.
 
“I’m going to make your life a living hell by driving away all of your
customers one at a time. You’ll pay for making Chanyeol leave me.” The look in
Tao’s eye was wicked and Kris fumed, a mix of anger and hormones making the
blonde grab the teen by the hair and toss him aside. Tao yelped as he was
tossed carelessly to the floor before Kris was grabbing him by the front of his
shirt.
 
“So that’s your goal then.” Kris hoisted Tao so that he could look the teen in
the eye. “Sure you just didn’t come here to get fucked since Chanyeol is out of
the picture now?”
 
“As if you could ever really please me.” Tao laughed haughtily. The teen stared
down his nose at the blonde host, smirking the whole time while Kris stared at
the teen strangely.
 
“You want to bet?” Kris challenged, satisfied with how Tao’s eyes widened in
surprise.
 
Then before Tao could even process what Kris had said, the blonde was claiming
his mouth for his own. Kris kissed Tao with a fury, large hands moving to run
down the boy’s sides and downwards to cup the boy’s rear. Tao squeaked, hands
coming to rest on the older man’s broad shoulders, as he felt Kris’s lips
working against his. Tao hesitated only for a moment before he was returning
Kris’s kisses with equal vigor.
 
The pair’s lips met with clashing teeth and heavy pants as both struggled for
dominance. Tao fisted Kris’s hair as Kris held the boy so tightly by his hips
that they were bound to bruise. Everything was rough, violent, and desperate
with each other as Kris navigated Tao backwards towards the booth’s exit. If
this kid wanted to play with fire, then Kris would be more than willing to
ignite this kid’s flame.
 
“The club owns the apartments above us, don’t they?” Tao asked and Kris replied
by slamming the boy backwards against the door. Tao flinched, not expecting the
blonde host to be so rough, and he responded by scratching the host’s scalp
harshly.
 
Kris grunted, dark eyes meeting Tao’s, before he was hoisting the teen up by
his legs and walking them over to the elevator, which led to apartments
upstairs. Tao clung to the older man, whispering filth in his ear, before Kris
was slamming Tao against the elevator walls once inside. The two tugged hair,
bit skin, and abused each other as a primal animalistic urging overtook them
both. Kris’s hands marred Tao’s pristine white skin with bruises just as Tao
left angry red claw marks on the host’s back and neck. They continued to suck
at each other’s faces when suddenly Tao found himself on the bed of a darkly
lit room.
 
“You little shit.” Kris grunted, furiously unbuckling his belt and working out
of his pants. Tao watched from the bed, wiggling out of his tight black jeans,
as Kris all the harder at the sight of the boys slender white legs. “We’ll see
who makes whose life a living hell.”
 
“I bet you’d like that, you fag.” Tao laughed, spreading his legs once he’d
kicked off his boxers. Kris threw off his shirt, heavy silver necklaces feeling
cool against his flushed flesh, as he crawled over the teen. Tao gasped when he
felt the blonde’s hot leaking member drag across his thigh, leaving a milky
trail behind. The teen was equally as hard and his member twitched as the sight
of the gorgeous older man.
 
“We both you know you just came here for this. Who’s the fag now?” Kris hooked
his fingers in the boy’s button down and ripped the article from the boy. Tao
opened his mouth to protest Kris’s destruction of his school uniform but then
the host was shoving the boy by the shoulders back onto the bed.
 
“You listen here you little brat,” Kris pinned Tao’s wrists by his head, “I’m
going to fuck you hard and fast, just a host would. There’s no love here. It’s
time to pop that little fantasy world of yours.”
 
“Chanyeol was bigger.” Tao sneered, flicking his eyes down to Kris’s member and
the blonde bit the teen’s neck harshly.
 
“Ah!” Tao gasped as Kris dragged the boy’s skin through his teeth in a rough
attempt of marking the boy. “You bastard.”
 
“Shut up and suck.” Kris demanded, shoving his fingers into the boy’s mouth
before Tao could even respond. The blonde swirled his fingers in Tao’s hot
sweet little cavern, eyeing how pink and swollen the teen’s lips had become.
Tao gagged slightly when Kris pressed back too far but as soon as he had, the
fingers were gone. Tao hacked, trying to regulate his breathing again, when
Kris roughly shoved two fingers inside the boy at once.
 
“Fuck!” Tao sobbed, body twisting beneath Kris’s, as the blonde studied the
boy’s face. The teen’s features were scrunched up in pain but judging from how
the boy’s body contracted around his fingers, this wouldn’t be Tao’s first
time. Kris smirked, he knew it, the little slut.
 
“Slow down you bastard!” Tao shouted when Kris immediately began to scissor the
boy open. Tao’s body easily accommodated Kris’s fingers after a moment, almost
too easily. The teen was surprising loose, a factor that Kris did not want to
dwell too long on. Tao make a point of screwing up his face in mock pain a lot
and making little pained noises every time Kris thrust his fingers.
 
“Cut the crap,” Kris smirked, “I know you like it.”
 
The boy’s pained face fell away to a sly grin and then the teen was cantering
his hips down onto the man’s hand. Tao sighed, eyes falling shut, as Kris
slipped in a third finger. They were moving fast, faster than Kris ever had
gone before, even his kinkiest clients liked to go a bit slower than this. But
attraction between the two was undeniable and Kris just wanted to put the teen
in his place already.
 
“You’re good with your hands.” Tao regretfully admitted and Kris smirked,
extracting his fingers in favor of a condom and lube conveniently provided by
the nightstand beside the bed.
 
“Oh yeah?” Kris rolled the condom on and sloppily coated himself in lube. “I’m
not even in you yet.”
 
Tao reached out to grab onto Kris’s shoulders but the older male stopped him,
one massive hand grasping both of Tao’s wrists as he held them down above Tao’s
head. The teen whined at the angle, body stretched out long, as his legs spread
instinctively to balance. The position had the boy totally exposed and Kris’s
member jumped at the sight.
 
“Here’s your money’s worth.” Kris spat before entering the boy in one large
thrust. Tao cried out again, legs kicking desperately, as his hands struggled
against Kris’s vice grip hold on them. The blonde did not let up, balancing his
weight on his free arm, the other still immobilizing Tao, as he thrust into the
boy with vigor. The bed creaked the beneath the pair as sweat slid down both
male’s skin.
 
Tao cried out with each thrust, a contrived action Kris noted, as he pistoned
hard into the tight heat that encased his cock. Tao’s body was delicious, soft
and pliable beneath Kris’s own toned body. The teen’s breathy moans and the
sound of Kris’s balls slapping against the boy’s upturned ass resonated
throughout the room.
 
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Tao moaned, hands furiously trying to break free of Kris’s
hold. “You bastard! You fucking bastard! Let me touch myself!”
 
“I don’t think you ordered that service.” Kris laughed, pulling back until only
his head remained in the boy before slamming home. Tao choked, the host
touching that special spot deep within him, and then Kris was hitting that same
spot again.
 
“S-stop.” Tao whimpered, slender legs squeezing Kris between them, as he tossed
his head to the side. “Stop…”
 
“Stop?” Kris did not stop, still plowing the boy hard.
 
“Let me… touch myself.” Tao sobbed when Kris hit that spot again. The teen
arched upwards, moaning sweetly as Kris sent waves of electricity through his
nerves. The teen had lied, Kris was indeed larger than Chanyeol both in length
and width, and it was sinuously the way Kris knew how to move his hips. Tao
savored the burning sensation in his muscles as every inch of his body was
singing in pleasure with each forceful snap of Kris’s hips. The teen brought
his knees together tightly, crushing Kris in their grasp, as pooling sensation
in his stomach became too much. He could not hold it any longer, not with the
way Kris was devouring him.
 
“I… I can’t… oh god… Kris!” Tao cried, throwing his head back against the
pillows, as long white ropes of pleasure shot out across his stomach and on the
bedding.
 
It was the teen’s convulsing that brought Kris over the edge too. The blonde
groaned, slamming home hard in a few repetitive thrusts, as he rode his orgasm
out. Tao mewled beneath him, feeling entirely full as Kris’s hips kept pushing
deeper and deeper until the man was entirely spent.
 
Then the blonde was pulling out and collapsing besides the teen. Tao whimpered
at the loss and stared up at the ceiling in wonder, panting hard, as he let
reality of what had just occurred wash over him. Kris lay there for a few
moments before he was rising up off the bed and searching the floor for his
clothes.
 
“Where are you going?” Tao panted, wiping his sweaty bangs from his forehead.
 
“Back down to the club.” The blonde tugged on his pants and fixed his hair in
the mirror.
 
“To the club? So soon?” Tao struggled to sit up, crossing his legs and placing
his hands over his nakedness.
 
Tao watched Kris’s back for a few moments then. The blonde said nothing as he
changed back into the last of his clothes and headed for the door. Tao honestly
thought Kris wouldn’t respond to him until the blonde turned just when had
grasped the doorknob.
 
“I’m a host, you stupid brat. Try not to get too attached.” Kris smirked
condescendingly and Tao stiffened on the bed.
 
The door slammed shut behind Kris as he took his leave.
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