[M] Chapter 2 (1/1)

Seungri didn’t ask for this. He doesn’t think anyone would ever be willing to be bought to do anything the other requests and put his needs above all else, at least not in this era. If it wasn’t for his father… his heartless father sold him to the man, whose family owns a few massive chains of hotels and resorts all over the world in order to save his own pathetic little inn. It appeared that Jiyong had wanted to buy the piece of land in the quiet town and develop it for the launch of his family’s new project. Halfway through the negotiation, unlucky Seungri had to walk pass, where he immediately caught the eye of the young heir.Three months… It’s been three months since Seungri was taken fancy of by Jiyong, became part of the deal so that his father can keep his inn, lived a new life as Jiyong’s possession, and fell in love with the guy who only used him for his pleasure. It’s been that long. Seungri mused to himself as he sat on the luxurious couch in the huge empty hall. The television was blaring but he was not paying attention to whatever was on the colour screen. Just how much does he know about Jiyong? Sure he knows everything about his body. He knows how he will grunt out in approval when he nears his climax. He knows Jiyong has sensitive upper arms and every time when Seungri bit them lightly during sex, jiyong would moan long and low before pounding harder into him. He knows he has a little birthmark right above the navel. He even knows he has a scar over his right knee as a result of mischief when he climbed over the school’s fence during high school (an incident he coaxed out of him when the man was drunk and being childish).Seungri knows that Jiyong had advanced a few years in his studies before graduating and helping out in the business. He knows that he was the only heir to his family’s huge hotel empire. He knows that Jiyong was only two years his senior and he can definitely understand how much stress the man must be feeling having to see to big projects himself at his young age of only 22. Seungri knows  all that, but what about inside the other man? What is he thinking whenever Seungri showed affection? Why did he shy away every time Seungri smiled at him? Jiyong’s heart—who must have been there who made him the man he is today—the man who avoids all intimate relationships and chooses to live a life having multiple sexual partners instead, both man and woman. The sudden clang of metal from the main gate startled Seungri and jerked him from his deep thoughts. He quickly got to his feet when Jiyong came through the door. “Jiyong,” Seungri rushed to the man’s side just as he tripped on his own foot, stumbling before the younger man caught him with both arms under his armpits. “You’re drunk.” He moved to get a better grip of the other man as he leaned his weight fully on Seungri. “Come on let’s get you to the room.” They were only halfway towards the stairs which led to the rooms when Jiyong suddenly grabbed Seungri around his arms and stumbled them both to the carpeted floor. Oomph. The younger man felt breath knocked out from him as he landed on his back with Jiyong heavily resting above him. He looked up into clouded amber irises and Seungri blushed as the other looked down intensely at him. “Ji—“ The rest of his sentence was cut off as lips smashed down onto his. He could taste and smell the alcohol in the elder’s breath which further intoxicated Seungri’s senses than they already were whenever Jiyong is around him. “Nh…” The smaller man moaned when Jiyong slid his hand south to cup him through his sweats. The other hand began pushing the hem of his sleep shirt up. The two men parted so that Jiyong can lift the shirt off the other before lips and tongues meet again. Their tongues rub together in a mating dance while the elder pinch Seungri’s right nipple. He rolled it in between his fingers and the other man arched like a bow into the suggestive touch. Seungri propped his legs up so that Jiyong was now lying in between them. Their erections rubbed seductively at each other and that was almost more than what the younger man can stand. He whimpered when wet heat suckled his other neglected nipple. “Jiyong!” He cried out when the man reached into his sweats and began stroking his cock. “Mine.” Jiyong growled into Seungris ear and the younger man shuddered as the vibrations travelled down his spine. There was so much possession in that tone and it further heightened his passion. He threw his head back in abandon and shut his eyes tight when Jiyong slid his hand down lower and thrust his fingers forcefully into Seungri’s tight entrance. “AH!” Jiyong’s fingers slid in and out of him at a frantic pace, making Seungri thrash his head about. His legs clenched around the lower back of Jiyong with the heel digging into the soft skin there. He widened his eyes when the fingers curled tightly inside of him and he clenched tightly around them. He screamed when Jiyong did the same action over and over again, slapping the pleasure waves right at him. “JIYONG—“ Seungri came violently as he shouted the other’s name. And again, he felt the energy draining out from him, but even more quickly this time round. His hands dropped from where they were gripping Jiyong’s arms and his legs felt like jelly as they rested against Jiyong’s back. Seungri was lifeless and once more, he was grateful for the strength that carried him back to their shared bedroom and tucked him into the warm covers. Yours.