The Money, Honey. (kpop, Boyxboy)

T.O.P POV

Smoke filled my lungs, the burn, as I took another drag blowing smoke out of my nostrils. Repeat, just like that as I watched the male stripper on my pole work hard knowing that I could pay out.  

A pretty little thing that could have made even the prettiest of girls cringe with jealously. He had on the most ridiculous skimpy out-fit and it oddly suited him. A short sparkly green skirt, with a neon yellow fishnet shirt, his pink nipples were erect and priced. Ruby red shoes with studded spikes, making sparks on the pole as he used his feet to slide down. The most eye catching thing about him was his hair blue, and green which was well below his shoulders almost to the middle of his back. Which is why they called him the Green Dragon, or G-Dragon was what everyone on the streets knows him as.  But he was mostly know for easily giving it up for a bag of blow, or a few *Bands and being good and being good at what he does.

But mostly from being a sneaky sonvabitch, always getting what he wanted in some shape or form.

I grunted when he went for the zipper on my pants, slapping his hands away, he was pretty but not that pretty. He pouted, green eyes determined and blood shot.

I smirked, must need more drugs. I watched him stand with a knowing smirk on his face, as he sashayed his half clothed pretty little ass away.  He had been trying to get into my pants for the past year now, I don’t know when his obsession with me started, but I wished it would end.

Like hell I’d fuck a cesspool for who knows what, an STD is just about the last thing a I need right now.

Low moaning drew my attention towards DaeSung, this was his idea, something about me needing to “let lose” and “relieve” more like adding more stress.

I barked out a laugh and looking DaeSung’s way, “I’m just gonna come for your support” my ass!

He was ENJOYING a blowjob from a small petite, and unnatural, blond who was obviously very skilled, from the sounds coming from DaeSung. His head was thrown back in ecstasy as the little blond deep throated him.

“Ba-”

I felt my pants tighten, when he was finished with Dae maybe I need a turn. I pawed at my erection through my pants, trying to make myself comfortable with my noticeable problem sticking straight up in my pants.

A giggle next to me stopped my ministrations.

“Oppar I can help you with that.”

His voice was music to my ears, feminine enough not to make me cringe but husky enough to make my pants tighter. If his voice is that interesting I wonder how the rest of him is. I looked away from his face, down wards, and very interesting in deed. He was short to me by only a head, a lean cut body with a six pac, appetizing tan skin.

I imagined running my tongue along that tan slender neck, as strangled cries of my name left his mouth, while I pounded into him. Leaving a trail of hickes along his sharp jaw line marking up his beautiful tan skin, making it known to all he was mine.  Tangling my hands through his long mane of black hair

I smirked at him, by the end of the night he would be screaming my name.

“Can you, what’s your name beautiful?” I asked him, pulling him onto my lap.

He moaned under his breath a light blush fanning his face at feeling my erection threw his thin pants.

“Taeyang, but you can call me Tae-Tae.” He panted already unconsciously starting to rub his ass into my crotch.

I smirked, and breathed into his ear “eager aren’t we?” I licked the shell of his ear, my smirk growing when I felt him shudder.

He grounded into me harder light “ummmmm’s!” and “Ahhhh!”  leaving that delectable mouth.  

Nipping on his neck, I whispered loud enough for him to hear. “Show me how much you want me inside of you.” He stopped and nodding a prominent blush stood out on his cheeks, either from sexual frustration or the fact about what he was going to do.

At a club like this, stripping and blowjobs were the specialty. Sex was a different thing; most of the guys working here just do it for pocket money and extra money to pay collage fees.

From the looks of it Tae-Tae was a college boy.

I watched him as he timidly, hands shaking, reached for the zip on my pants.  His hands stopped shaking and he snorted, my smile died down.

“What?” I asked worriedly, thinking that maybe I shrunk.

“Pff!” He giggled. “It’s just ducky underwear! Seriously?!” He laughed, all his previous nervousness gone.

I growled at him, grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck forcing his face inches from mine.

“Do you have a problem with duckies?” I asked him in a sultry voice, making sure that I could feel the shiver run down his spine.

He gulped, eyes hazing over again. “N-no.” He stammered.

I smirked at him, and then nipped his ear, trailing butterfly kisses along his jaw until I got to the corner of his mouth, pressing my lips to his making no move to deepen the kiss I whisper.

“I’m still waiting for you to show me how much you want it.” I smiled against his lips.

He put his head down, hair covering his eyes but his full blush was open for all and only me to see. Taeyang dropped back down between my legs. He looked me in the eyes as he pulled my erection out from its hiding place. Exposing its 11 inch glory to the world, slowly he started to pump me. I moaned at the delicious friction his hand was causing.

After a few minutes of pumping I needed more, his hand just wasn’t enough.

“Do you really want it?!” I growled at him from on the ground. His huge onyx eyes went wide with surprise.

“Yes.” He jerkily shook his head.

Tae-Tae POV

 I was nervous I’ve never done anything like this before; I was usually strictly a pole dancer or entertainer.  Never a…   whore….

Truthfully I’ve never done anything like this, I’ve had plenty of guys and girls do this to me… and it looked pretty easy.

Just wrap your lips around it and don’t bite.