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At Your Service 24/7

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Always Our Omega

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My Name On Your Lips

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they had or not, it wasn’t important. It wasn’t anyone’s business

He would get off in secret to the thought of sαn bossing him around like he so often did, or blushing and whining under the rockstar like he was sure he was capable of

Until one late night, at one after party.
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Whatever it was, sαn never wavered.

Often, ωooyoυng swore he caught him staring a little too hard when he stepped out in a new outfit, or glancing at his lips when they talked on late nights.

But he never asked again. Wether it was because he was worried about ruining what+

calling them by the wrong name.

And maybe he made sure he was extra loud on the nights that he knew sαn was right outside, that he could hear every moan. And maybe he imagined him getting so hot and bothered by it that he just couldn’t help but to touch himself to the sounds.
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his NDA of the night fucked him unknowing that the rockstar was picturing his bodyguard behind him instead, or every now and then, if they fit the description, picturing the back of their head and wide shoulders as someone else while he pounded in and barely stopped himself from+

By the time the man had been his bodyguard for half a year, ωooyoυng had given up trying.

But that didn’t change how much he thought about it.

Whether it was picturing his thicker, shorter fingers wrapping around him while he jerked off, or choosing to lay face down while+

around, whether it was just talking as they traveled between events, or joking around while they waited, or eating takeout in his hotel room.

sαn became something like a close friend, someone that was beginning to know him better than most.

Which only made it so much worse.+

his frustration.

By the time that months passed, ωooyoυng was so wound up with impatience that he felt a second from just demanding to know why he didn’t want to fuck him.

But he refused to break.

The only thing that made it better was learning how genuinely fun sαn was to be+

But that week turned into months.

At first, he thought it was working. It had to be. All of his careful flirting and subtle touches and long looks, and his maintained eye contact through every seductive moment on stage. It had to wear him down.

But as weeks grew, so did+

He would be sleeping with sαn. He would convince him. No matter how long it took. He would get the man to crave him so bad that he just had to have him.

He just had to work for it. It couldn’t be that hard. After all, it never had been before.

He gave him one week, max.
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just gonna turn him down with a lame ass excuse about doing his job??

He was immediately annoyed. Or frustrated. Or pissed. Something like that, some deep irritation or frustration that he wasn’t used to.

Something that had him setting a goal just for him to know.
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“You’re really passing up a blow job,” he clarified, eyebrows high and daring. “From me?”

Another curt nod.

And ωooyoυng had no idea what to say.

No one ever turned him down. Hell, it was rare he even had to offer. People were dying just to touch him. And some bodyguard was+

“Wait, you’re serious?” He hissed, to which the man only gave a curt nod. “Oh come on. Look, there’s like no one around. I’m safe. You’re good.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

His face still didn’t change.

And ωooyoυng was completely stuck in disbelief.
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“I’m sorry, Mister jυng,” he said with an oddly flat tone. “But my job is to keep you safe, and I’m not interested in anything that would take my attention away from fulfilling that duty.”

ωooyoυng snorted, a loud cackle leaving his lips. But the bodyguard’s face didn’t change.+

The poor guy looked like his brain was two sentences behind, and ωooyoυng briefly wondered if he might have cut off some oxygen to it with all the muscle in his broad shoulders

But then he shook his head as if to clear it, and his face—though still pink—shifted to a deep frown.+

don’t have to pretend. It’s not like you’re the first person on my team to want a taste.”

He paused, looking him up and down in a slow drag before returning to his pink face.

“I want a taste too, a mouthful actually. So, can I?”
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