[M] Chapter One [Final] (1/1)

‘Will someone please go to get a massage with me? Otherwise I’ll just go by myself.’ Hyukjae types into the group chat between his friends, rolling his eyes when the only person who replies is Heechul, saying that he’ll go with him after playing another round of his online game that he’s addicted to. Nothing that bad could happen if Heechul was going to be with him; Hyukjae has always had a strange urge to stay away from massage parlours, mostly because he’s read online that some places are really dodgy and he doesn’t fancy being molested.Typing back a reply, Hyukjae asks if Heechul can find a place, and almost instantly the older man responds with an answer that makes Hyukjae smile, he’s already booked it. “Really? Are you sure this is the right place?” Hyukjae asks as Heechul leads him into a plainly decorated room, a receptionist waiting at the desk to greet them.“Stop being so prudent, I’ve been here plenty of times before!” Heechul nudges him playfully, Hyukjae giving him a nervous smile in return before running a hand through his dyed blond hair.“Hello, are you Kim Heechul? With the booking for twelve?” The lady asks, peering up at them with inquisitive eyes.“Ah, yes. That’s me,” Heechul responds, smiling politely at her as she does the same before she turns to her computer for a moment, typing and clicking the mouse a few times before standing up.“Please have a seat, I’ll let your masseurs know that you’re here and then I’ll bring you through,” She says, turning around and disappearing through the doors leading into a long corridor, causing Hyukjae’s stomach to drop in slight fear of what is to come.“Hey, stop freaking out. Nothing bad is going to happen,” Heechul reassures him, patting him on the back as the receptionist returns.“Okay, you can come with me now,” The woman addresses them, guiding them through the doors, sending Heechul through a door to the left along the corridor and Hyukjae through a door on the right further along.“Just get undressed through that door there and wrap the towel around your waist, your masseur will be here when you come out and he’ll guide you through everything else. Don’t be so nervous, sweetie, Donghae’s very professional and he’ll take care of you,” The receptionist soothes him, noting his obvious worry and squeezing his shoulder reassuringly.“Thanks,” Hyukjae smiles softly at her as she turns back and walks out to her desk again.Letting out a shaky exhale, Hyukjae walks into the room and through a door at the back, preparing himself both physically and mentally for what is waiting for him back in the massage room. On opening the door, Hyukjae almost gapes in shock at the gorgeous man standing by the cushioned table where he’ll be lying for the time that Heechul has booked them in for.Making his way over to the table, Hyukjae almost swoons when a husky but still soft voice fills the room, asking him to lie down on his stomach. “Hi, I’m Lee Donghae, and I’ll be your masseur for today,” The brunet man says as he smiles charmingly at Hyukjae, the blond man looking at him with complete interest.“I’m Hyukjae,” He says almost dreamily, sighing at the way Donghae’s lips purse in an effort not to smile too wide.“Tell me if you are uncomfortable, alright? I’m here to get rid of stress, not bring it,” Donghae continues, Hyukjae nodding before letting himself sink completely onto the sheet below him, the masseur rubbing oil between his hands that smells like roses in Hyukjae’s opinion. The first touch of Donghae’s hands to Hyukjae’s back brings a contented hum from the blond, firm presses and patterns drawn over his skin soothing previously aching muscles from being hunched over all day at his work desk for months on end. “Is that alright? I’m not hurting you, am I?” Donghae’s concerned voice breaks the comfortable silence they have found themselves in.Hyukjae responds softly with, “No, it feels really good.” A pleased smile breaks out on the brunet’s face as he focuses on working all of the tension out of Hyukjae’s shoulders.Never has Donghae been affected by a customer, never has he thought about a customer and himself involved intimately, but he’s never had Hyukjae as a customer before. He’d gladly be a professional around any customer, he’d never risk his reputation, but now that Hyukjae has ended up on his table, Donghae doesn’t know how professional he can be.Donghae can only be thankful that he isn’t focused on Hyukjae’s handsome face at the present moment because his rationality would already be lost, though the slim waist and the seductive rise of Hyukjae’s perky butt teasing him from underneath that towel are doing a good job at destroying his sanity. Not to mention all of the muscles, so many glorious and defined muscles decorate his body and Donghae wants to feel all of them, wants to touch him everywhere.Finding that the blond’s shoulders and upper back are completely relaxed and the muscles soft and pliant, Donghae moves down to Hyukjae’s lower back. Softly digging his fingers in and running them almost under the towel, Donghae delights in the low moan Hyukjae releases, smirking at the way Hyukjae squeaks out in embarrassment.Fuck my life, Hyukjae thinks as his face turns completely red, desperately trying to hide himself from Donghae’s burning gaze. “Don’t be embarrassed, Hyukjae. It happens all the time. You can make all the noise that you want because the walls are soundproof and I don’t mind at all, it’s nice to know that I’m doing the right things,” Donghae’s voice rumbles behind him, tone significantly lower than before which causes a shiver to run down his spine, the movement making Donghae bite his lip in appreciation.“You’re definitely doing the right things,” Hyukjae moans softly as Donghae continues to run his fingers along his lower back and sides. There is a pause when the masseur adds more oil to his hands, and then Hyukjae feels the delightful pressure on the soles of his feet, the touches somehow now sending larger prickles of pleasure through his body.The only thing Donghae can do is try not to get hard as Hyukjae continues to moan for him as he moves onto his lower legs, admiring the hard muscles and trying to resist kissing the soft skin. “Can I do your thighs as well?” Donghae asks in an almost pleading voice, Hyukjae’s affirmative reply making him all giddy inside as the towel is bunched up around Hyukjae’s hips, revealing smooth milky skin to Donghae’s eyes.“Oh, Donghae,” Hyukjae moans a bit too headily for his liking, raising his hips slightly as heavenly hands run across his sensitive skin and cause his cock to harden. However, nothing so far can compare to the way Donghae runs his hands up Hyukjae’s legs until he’s cupping his arse cheeks and groping them in the most arousing manner Hyukjae has ever felt upon him.The desperate moan and whine that follows manages to snap Donghae out of his trance, Hyukjae’s legs spreading and revealing the head of his erection pressed against the half of the towel that is covering his front. Fuck, fuck, fuck, Donghae groans internally, erotic images of Hyukjae and himself flooding his mind as he pulls his hands away from the firm mounds he was previously groping.“I am so sorry, Hyukjae! I don’t know what came over me,” Donghae apologises, a slightly panting Hyukjae waving away the words before turning over and reassuring him.“It’s alright Donghae. I didn’t mind, though I seem to have reacted a lot unexpectedly,” Hyukjae says sheepishly, blushing when he looks down at the tented towel covering his lap.“I see. Well I don’t mind it; it isn’t the first time I’ve caused an erection from massaging, though I never went as far as just now. I’m really sorry. I guess it’s because I find you extremely attractive, you’re so handsome, Hyukjae,” Donghae rambles, feeling a nervous blush creeping onto his face and his erection growing as Hyukjae’s eyes darken and his gaze turn