Life really puts him to the test.
He’s a professional, has been a professional his entire life.
But somehow, when a tall, tattooed, pierced, pretty faced-guy enters his 20 square meter office, that’s when his brain short-circuits.
Truth is, he’d seen him on his way to his office in the waiting room, leaned over in his chair, black, messy hair falling prettily in front of his eyes, eyebrow and lip piercing visible from his side profile. A sharp jawline too, not to mention a tight black shirt hugging around his pecs.
Yes, he’s weak for the bad boy look. He bets the motorbike he saw outside is also his.
And as luck would have it, he’s got the pleasure of having him as a client today. He’s here for a consult, no specifics, so he expects something quite easy; a sore throat or a specific pain or maybe a joint problem.
Except, pretty guy, named Jeon Jeongguk according to the file, sits down in front of him, big brown eyes avoiding eye contact. And when Jimin asks him what he can do for him, Jeongguk clears his throat.
“I— can’t.. uh.. I can’t seem to come anymore.”
Oh.
Oh.
Yeah no, life really wants to fuck him over.
A professional does not blush, does not show any type of shock. However, the tips of his ears burn, and for a second or two he just can’t find the proper response.
“You.. can’t come.”
“Yeah— like, I mean..” Jeongguk rubs the back of his neck, eyes glued to the table. “I can’t climax I guess.”
Shit.
Keep it together.
When a hot guy tells you he can’t come, you have to be professional.
“Right.” He quickly grabs a pen and just scribbles it down. “Since when have you been experiencing this problem?”
“Maybe like.. a few weeks now?”
“And how did you first notice that you couldn’t.. reach your climax?”
Come is too vulgar a word to be using in this line of work.
“Uh.. well..” Jeongguk looks at the table, fidgets with his hands. “I was fucking a girl and just— I don’t know, I felt like I was getting there but it just never did.”
Right, Mr. tattoos and piercings fucking someone is now on his retina. Lovely.
He’s probably hung.
Jimin clears his throat, doesn’t look up from his notebook.
“Any signs of impotence?”
“Is that when your dick doesn’t get hard?”
“Yes.”
“No, I get hard.”
Yeah, he bets. Nice and hard.
Almost wrote that down.
“What about your mental health?” He looks up. “Have you been examined on that before?”
Jeongguk blinks once as if mental health is not even a thing.
“If you mean depression or trauma or stuff like that, I don’t have anything going on.”
God that silver lip ring, he finds out there are two right next to each other. Ah fuck this is his worst day on the job by far.
“No traumas.” He repeats, writes it down with a sad little smiley face. “And stress?”
“Uh.. not really, I mean only after my dick stopped working.”
Right.
“And you don’t take any type of medication or supplements?”
“Nope.”
“No previous surgeries?”
“Also no.”
“Nothing else right now that’s happening that you think might be unrelated, like bladder issues or prostate issues?”
“I can pee just fine. And I don’t know what a prostate is.”
Not into guys then, sadly. Another sad smiley face on his notebook.
He takes a deep breath, goes over other possibilities in his head.
“Does it hurt, when you.. uh.. masturbate?”
“No.” Jeongguk shakes his head. “Everything feels right, but I just can’t come.”
Hm.
“are you dating anyone?”
absolutely not a question out of self-interest.
Jeongguk doesn’t even question it, just chuckles, shakes his head.
“No, no, too young for that.”
“So you have had multiple bed partners the past month?”
“Yes. Oh—“ Jeongguk’s eyes widen. “oh fuck is it an STD?”
“Oh, no, I’m not sure yet.” Jimin waves his hand quickly. “I’m just going through all the possibilities.”
“Oh.” Jeongguk deflates. “Okay, good.”
“This question might seem on the nose but.. are you sure you were properly turned on?”
He folds his hands on his desk as he waits, and Jeongguk shifts in his chair, shrugs once.
“I mean I was hard, so, I guess?”
“Well, yes, that’s a physical response, but I mean mentally, were you experiencing it, or not really?”
Jeongguk plays with his lower lip piercings, runs his tongue along them, stares at the desk.
“I think so. I’m not really thinking all that much during sex so, I don’t know.”
Oh this guy is just.. of the raw animalistic sex then.
Yeah, that tracks.
“And when you masturbate..” he tries so hard not to imagine what that looks like. “do you use any type of toys or watch anything to help you through it?”
“I’ve never used any.. toys.” Jeongguk’s cheeks dust a little pink when he says that. “but yeah I watch porn.”
God.. this guy.
“And would you say it’s different when you’re alone?”
“Mm.. when I’m alone I get even less into it, I think last time I was busy for half an hour or so and gave up.”
“How many times would you say you usually masturbate, per week?”
“Every day.”
“What about intercourse?”
“Every weekend.”
My, he does get laid a lot.
He looks it too, so confident, skin glowing, sun-kissed and healthy and just.. fuck.
He should probably get laid more too. Save himself the embarrassment of drooling over a patient.
Right, so, they’ve gone over a lot.
He’s none the wiser.
“You sound pretty healthy to me.” He says, though he knows that’s probably not what Jeongguk wants to hear. “I think for now maybe you should try out something different, watch a different genre of porn, go home with a girl that is not your first pick, and maybe use a toy, something stimulating like a masturbator.”
“A.. masturbator?”
Jeongguk blinks.
“It’s a toy, where you uh.. insert.. your dick.” god this is awkward to explain, why is he showing it with his hands? “and it sucks around—“
“Oh, okay. Got it.” Jeongguk nods, cheeks an even deeper shade of pink. “I’ll look that up.”
“Okay. Just try it the coming week, and if nothing has changed, or if some other issues have come up, please come back immediately.”
“Alright.”
Jeongguk gives him a nice firm handshake before he leaves the room and Jimin just groans as soon as the door closes, bangs his head against his desk.
He kind of hopes he’ll see Jeongguk again soon, even though it means his dick isn’t working properly.
———————————
Jackpot.
Jeon Jeongguk is back in his office after a week and a half, leather jacket falling off one shoulder, revealing his sleeve tattoo under that tank top.
It’s gonna be such a good day.
He sucks the drool back into his mouth.
“You’re back.”
“I’m back.” Jeongguk nods. “Sadly.”
Yeah, sadly, of course. The guy can’t come. Nothing to smile about.
“How was the past week?” He asks. “Any changes?”
Jeongguk shrugs.
“Well, I tried everything you said, and the masturbator felt really good too, but I still couldn’t get there.”
Huh..
His chest looks even bigger today, might have been hitting the gym.
“And also slept with a super weird chick and that just turned me off, and—“
His hands look kind of greased as well, as if he’d been working on his motorbike just before..
as soon as Jeongguk is done talking, Jimin looks up, finds those pretty round Bambi eyes all lost, glistening, waiting for a beacon of hope.
He clears his throat, clicks a few things on his laptop to seem like he’s noting something down, then nods.
“Can I ask you something personal?”
And completely out of selfish need.
“This whole session is kinda personal.” Jeongguk comments, rightfully. “but yeah, go ahead.”
“What turns you on?”
Even though Jeongguk just claimed the whole conversation was personal, he does blink a few times extra. His usual fast response doesn’t come either, he just opens and closes his mouth a few times, then frowns.
“Uh.. I don’t know.. the feeling?”
“What feeling?”
“Of sex?”
Oh boy.
Jimin leans back in his chair, has a hard time keeping his face impassive.
“Before you have sex, what is it that gets you hard?”
Jeongguk looks like he’s solving a really difficult math equation, almost an angry frown on his pretty face.
“When a girl touches me, you know, I get hard.”
Wow.
“..Yes..”
He agrees hesitantly.
Touching does make dick hard.
“But again, that’s a physical response. A turn-on can be a certain kink, or the way someone speaks to you, looks at you, or a scent, a type of fabric under your fingertips, anything like that.”
“Oh.” Jeongguk nods, like he gets it now, but then still just quietly stares at the desk for a while. “I.. don’t know.”
Oh..
That’s kind of sad, really.
“You don’t have specific porn genres that you watch?”
“Mm.. no actually, just whatever pops up first.” Jeongguk shrugs. “I thought that was normal.”
“Well, it’s not abnormal, I’m just trying to find the cause of your condition.”
Though, well, it’s rare; to not have any turn-on’s, to not be looking for something that fits your tastes, to not have anything that sets your body on fire.
He stares at his laptop screen for a bit, types lyrics to a song that’s stuck in his head.
When he turns back, Jeongguk looks like a lost little puppy, slumped in his chair, black hair falling over his eyes.
“I think you should look up a few different genres, find out what stimulates you, what your turn-on’s and off’s are.”
“But.. ah..” Jeongguk sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose. “I don’t even know the names of genres.”
Oh.
Well.
He swallows.
“there’s uh.. things like.. you know, most guys like lesbian porn, or anal, or things like that, but for specific kinks you could look up things like praise kink, or the opposite, humiliation kink, there’s voyeurism, exhibitionism, but maybe start with something like dirty talk?”
Might be his own personal favourite kinks he just listed but hey, who cares.
Jeongguk looks up at him, nose and cheeks flushed.
“..Humiliation?”
How can a guy that rides a bike and has tattoos and piercings and looks like sex on legs not know what any of this is?
“Well, if you’re not used to any of it just start with dirty talk.“
“Okay.” Jeongguk nods. “You think it might help?”
He hopes to god it doesn’t, he kind of wants him back here for a third time and take a good look at his useless cock.
“I think so.” He nods. “From what you’ve told me it sounds like you’re focusing a lot on the physical aspect, but not much on mental stimulation.”
Jeongguk’s eyes wander off, down to his lap, his shoulders sag a little.
“What if it doesn’t help?”
God, he’s so adorable.
“If it doesn’t help then I’ll have to examine you, probably have to do some ultrasounds to see if anything is blocking your sperm ducts.”
sperm ducts.
yeah, this is the first time in his career saying those words.
Jeongguk’s eyebrows knit together even more, it’s hard to watch.
“But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I still feel like it’s more of a mental block than a physical problem.”
“Okay..” Jeongguk sighs. “I hope so.”
“If anything happens, please contact me. if it works you can just send me an email if you don’t feel the need for another session okay?”
“Yeah.”
Jeongguk stands up again, gives him one of his firm handshakes. It sends a shiver down his spine.
He can’t help himself.
“Also, this is unrelated but I wondered if that’s your motorbike outside?” He nods at the general direction of the parking lot. “Saw it twice now, when you came over.”
Jeongguk immediately lightens up a bit.
“Yeah, I only got my license a few months ago but I’m taking it everywhere.”
“Nice.” He keeps forgetting Jeongguk is a few years younger than him. “Thought it was yours yeah.”
“You ride too?”
Oh he wishes he did ride.
It’s a bit of an accident, how the corner of his mouth curls up.
“No I don’t.” Not in that way. “But it looks like a lot of fun.”
Jeongguk’s eyes dart down to his lips for less than a second, then he just nods.
“Yeah, if you uh.. get the chance, you should.”
Did he imagine that just now?
He just gives a slow nod.
“I will.”
Jeongguk lingers a little longer after that, like he’s not sure what to say, then just clears his throat, says a soft “see you” and waves goodbye as he leaves his office.
Once again, Jimin finds himself deflating, leaning down until his cheek presses against his desk.
This is gonna be a long day.
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Jeongguk sent him an email, apparently something happened, he didn’t disclose what.
It’s kind of bad but he’s excited to see him again, paid extra attention to his looks this morning too. Sue him. It’s normal to have a crush, to daydream a little, live life with a little whimsy.
Even if Jeongguk is straight as a ruler, even if he’d never go for a guy, it doesn’t matter. Jimin can pretend.
Jeongguk doesn’t show up with his leather jacket this time, it’s even better. He’s got protective gear on his arms, and a tight black shirt around his voluptuous pecs, they’d probably bounce a little if—
Right.
Jeongguk has eyes.
He looks up, finds those big brown eyes staring right into his soul directed at the desk. His face is flushed too, maybe from the motor ride.
“You had something to discuss?” He asks, folds his hands together on his desk to look like a real professional. “Did something happen?”
Or not happen, in Jeongguk’s case.
Jeongguk is more fidgety than usual; plays with his protective gear, leans back on his chair, gnaws on his lower lip.
God, those piercings, what would they feel like against his lips? Against his d—
“I had a.. uh.. a wet dream.”
Oh.
Yeah okay.
“You mean, with.. come?”
“Yeah.”
Jeongguk rubs the back of his neck, does not give him any additional crucial information. All this guy is good for is looking hot and blinking his stupid pretty eyes.
And that’s absolutely fine, this is his type.
“Okay.” He takes a deep breath. “What was your dream about?”
“I don’t know.” Jeongguk shrugs, but the way his leg starts bouncing indicates otherwise. “I watched those.. genres you recommended.”
Aha.
Now it’s getting interesting.
“And?”
He studies Jeongguk up and down. If he had to guess, of all the genres he mentioned, Jeongguk would probably be into praise, he’s got a good body, he rides a bike, and he’s got tattoos, all things that other people can perceive.
Jeongguk looks into his eyes for all but one second, if it isn’t half, then looks out of the window, clears his throat.
“Yeah it was.. like.. better than the usual stuff I watch.”
“Which genre in particular?”
Absolutely not appropriate to ask, he’s aware. Jeongguk isn’t though, his face turns a darker shade of red.
“Just.. the dirty talk thing.. and the exhibitionism.”
Ah..
He enjoys being looked at, or watching, either one or both of those.
Damn it’s hard to keep his face in check, a smirk almost pulls on his lips.
“But even though you liked the genres, you still couldn’t finish?”
“Mmh.” Jeongguk nods. “Except well, I ended up dreaming—“ He looks at him as if caught. “I mean— the dream— I don’t know what happened but somehow I had a wet dream.”
Huh.
Jimin types something on his laptop, absolute gibberish, he can’t really think. There’s probably more to that dream, he might need to pry a little, but for now he gives his best sweet kind doctor face.
“Did you look at the consistency?”
“Of— of my cum?”
“Yeah.”
Jeongguk clears his throat, shrugs.
“It was like— a little.. I don’t know, thick, not as watery.”
“Mmh.” He nods, almost licks his lips, types it down. “But other than that not out of the ordinary?”
“No.”
“Hm..” He nods, types a few hearts on Jeongguk’s patient file. “Seems your sperm ducts are fine then, it appears more like a mental block if you can come in your sleep.”
It should be good news, but when he glances at Jeongguk, he doesn’t seem all too glad. He’s still playing with his gear, gnawing on his lower lip. Nothing left of that confident biker.
He closes his laptop, folds his hands on his desk.
“Want to talk about that dream?”
Jeongguk freezes immediately.
“I don’t remember.”
Right..
“I can tell you’re lying.” He says a bit more gently. “You seem a little embarrassed about it.”
Jeongguk swallows, eyes glued to the desk.
There’s something quite adorable about him being in distress, he’s reminiscent of a little fawn just darting around cluelessly.
“I just—“ Jeongguk sighs, leans back in his chair, rubs over his forehead. “Fuck, I don’t know.”
God, his neck looks good from this angle, he even has a faded hickey. How he wishes that was his.
“I guess I— dreamed of someone talking to me.”
“Mmh.” Jimin nods slowly, doesn’t want to make assumptions, but from the context of the conversation before.. “Talking you through it?”
Jeongguk looks at him, like a deer in the headlights.
“Telling you how to touch yourself?”
He asks, out of sheer personal curiosity. Nothing professional is going on here.
“Yeah..” Jeongguk breathes out, looks at the desk, cheeks red. “I think that’s what it was.”
Huh..
He licks his lips, represses any inappropriate comment that comes to mind and just plays doctor.
“Was there any significant difference from what you were watching and how it played out in your dream?”
Jeongguk’s leg stops bouncing for a second, and he slowly looks up at him.
“Uh.. you mean..”
“I mean, what factors were different? Were you dreaming about someone you know?”
There’s nothing but silence. Jeongguk’s brain seems to short-circuit, bless him. He’s really going through it, huh?
“No— no, I don’t think so.” Jeongguk splutters then, shakes his head and chuckles. “Why— like why would that matter?”
Jimin quirks a brow.
“Because.. you might have a crush on someone?”
“No, no.”
Jeongguk shakes his head as if that’s absolutely impossible. Unthinkable.
Seems like there’s something there.
Jimin would love to pry more, but he just lets that particular part go for now.
“Okay, well, what else do you remember? Were you lying down? Was the person with you, or just a voice?”
“I was sitting.” Jeongguk looks down at the desk. “The person.. was like, across of me.”
Funny.
That’s kind of how they’re sitting now.
He shoves the thought aside, but Jeongguk’s eyes dart up to his, then quickly look away.
Oh.
Oh wait a fucking second.
Jeongguk’s demeanour, his flushed face, the way he avoids eye contact, the stuttering.
Oh fuck.
Is it him? Did Jeongguk dream about him?
“So, yeah, difference was just basically it was me being talked to, but nothing other than that.”
Jeongguk shrugs as if it’s nothing significant and maybe, just maybe, Jimin is reading way too much into it.
Maybe he’s so down bad for this guy he’s just making shit up. Jeongguk could just be blushing because it’s embarrassing as fuck to talk to a doctor about wet dreams. There are so many instances as to why Jeongguk could be dreaming about sitting across of someone, maybe that even happened in the video he watched.
He dials his delusional ass down a second, and just focuses on doing his job.
“Well, there is progress if you’re able to come in your dreams. I suggest you try some of the genres you liked with someone you’re into, or maybe with the toy you bought.”
He types some gibberish on his laptop, then deletes it, glances over at Jeongguk who does not seem pleased.
He’s pouting. He’s playing with his biker gear a little frustrated, small crease between his brows.
“I’m sorry, would you rather I do a scan?”
“No, it’s not that. I trust you, it’s just..” Jeongguk sighs. “It’s embarrassing to ask a girl to, you know, talk me through it.”
Ah..
Yeah, he’d selflessly offer himself up for the task but can’t really do such a thing. On the job and all.
“You don’t have to ask it like that.”
He says, though Jeongguk only blinks at him with those big brown eyes.
“Instead of ‘talk me through it’ phrase it like ‘I’ll do anything you tell me to do’”
Jeongguk stares at him blankly, shifts on his chair, then clears his throat.
“Okay— I guess, yeah, I could try that.”
Fuck whoever is gonna watch him jerk it. It should be him.
“Okay, then I hope this time.. you.. uh..” Jimin trails off, can’t really say ‘hope you get to cum’ so he quickly rephrases. “I hope there are no further complications.”
“Yeah.” Jeongguk nods. “Same.”
Good.
Jeongguk shakes his hand before he leaves the room and Jimin pathetically still feels it tingle even minutes after.
And if he sneaks a peek through the window just to catch Jeongguk taking off on his motorbike, no one’s around to see it.
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He fully expects that to be it. Jeongguk probably figured out how to make his dick work again, and that’s that, his fleeting crush gone like the wind.
Except, a week later, another email appears in his inbox.
Cryptic, like it’s typed on a phone quickly.
another appointment needed
He snorts at it, can’t help the little sparkle of hope that maybe Jeongguk’s cock still isn’t working and he’ll just have to check it out all by himself.
He schedules a date, and counts down the days until Jeongguk shows up in his office again.
Yes, he’s styled his hair, yes, he’s done a full skincare routine, yes, he’s wearing his best clothes, who says a doctor needs a white coat?
Jeongguk shows up in a black tank top and leather jacket, that he shrugs off right on the chair once he sits down. Bless the heavens it’s summer.
And double bless Jeongguk’s toned body, that tank top really accentuates his pecs, and his arms, one of them completely covered in tattoos, they’re definitely able to carry someone whilst fucking—
Right.
“How can I help you?”
He asks, professional smile and everything, hands folded on the desk. He’s really got this doctor role-play down.
Jeongguk does not have the ideal patient role-play down though, he’s fidgety again, doesn’t look him in the eyes.
“I tried the thing we talked about, with someone, but I.. still couldn’t..”
He gives a thoughtful hum, types on his laptop just for the nice, professional sound it makes.
“So since your dream last week you haven’t been able to come?”
He glances at Jeongguk, who quickly looks down.
“I mean I did have.. more dreams.”
Oh..
“Wet dreams?”
“Yeah..” Jeongguk’s cheeks gradually turn pink. “Every night.”
Every night.
He wonders if Jeongguk ruts against his mattress in his sleep, or if he’s just good at coming hands-free. Either way, cum seeping into the fabric black Calvin Kleins appears on his retina.
He might have spotted the waistband of Jeongguk’s underwear a few sessions ago, didn’t want it to register in his brain but alas, it’s there.
That aside. It doesn’t really add up. Wet dreams means he can come just fine, nothing is blocking his sperm ducts. It’s got to be a mental block, maybe just performance fear since it didn’t work one time.
He accidentally runs his eyes down Jeongguk’s body.
“What about masturbating, have you been able to come doing that?”
Jeongguk freezes up, eyes a little wide before he turns his head the other way, plays with his lip rings, it takes him a long time to even answer.
“Uh.. no. I haven’t.”
Jimin blinks a few times.
Was that a lie?
A few years into this line of work he’s become pretty good at picking the lies apart from the truth. So many people try to leave parts of stories out when they come to him with issues, he’s had a fair share of “oh no how did I get an std when I am so faithful to my wife” and “no I don’t do drugs at all haha, of course not, it’s just my nostril is aching”
And this is the first time he detects it with Jeongguk. The slightest hesitation, as if he’s contemplating if he should be honest or not, and now the way he won’t look at him, tips of his ears red.
Why would he lie about that?
“Are you sure? You hesitated.”
He tries, but this time Jeongguk nods, looks him in the eyes.
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
His voice sounds breathy, not at all convincing.
He is lying.
Badly.
This just doesn’t make sense.
What’s in it for Jeongguk to lie about not being able to come? If his dick is fixed there’s no reason to be coming to these sessions. Shouldn’t he be off celebrating that it works again? Unless he.. wants to be here?
His breath hitches just slightly. And this time he can’t dial his delusions down.
He has to test this theory.
“Seems like you’re in a bit of a tough spot, then.” He says, taps his fingers on the desk. “If it only works in your dreams, that’s only halfway there.”
“Yeah.”
Jeongguk agrees with a small nod, big brown eyes darting over the desk towards him.
“What were your dreams about?”
He tilts his head slightly.
A beat passes, Jeongguk scans over his face, then clears his throat.
“Uh.. the same as last time. Someone was talking me through it.”
Someone.
How did he only notice that now? Jeongguk never said girl, never specified gender last time. Someone was talking him through it. Someone sitting across of him.
Jimin stays quiet for a little longer, just enough for Jeongguk to get a little uncomfortable. The way he bites on his lower lip, silver rings catching the light.
“This person must be quite good at it then.” He says, leans back in his chair. “If you keep dreaming about the same one.”
There’s a glint of panic in Jeongguk’s eyes now, but he just shrugs it off, stares at the desk.
“Yeah— I.. I guess so.”
Fuck, he’s so hot when he’s doing absolutely nothing. Just sitting in that chair in his ridiculously tight tank top with his sleeve tattoo out lying straight through his teeth.
He goes in for the kill. If Jeongguk takes this bait he knows for sure.
“Well, since you’ve tried about everything without results, I guess it’s time I take a look at it.”
There is no reason at all he should take a look at it. For one, Jeongguk can come in his dream, which means technically his dick is doing fine. Secondly, he is pretty sure Jeongguk is lying about not being able to come from masturbating.
But Jeongguk stares back at him, his chest rising and falling a little more obviously, and he gives a slight nod.
“Yeah, sure, of course.”
Right, so, since he’s the doctor, maybe Jeongguk is just going along with whatever he’s suggesting. This alone can’t be proof enough that he wants this.
So he takes it a step further.
There is a perfectly fine examination table in the room, right behind Jeongguk. But he doesn’t address it, he just interlocks his fingers on the desk, lets his eyes wander down Jeongguk’s chest to his stomach.
“You would have to strip for that.” He says, flicks his eyes back up. “Is that okay with you?”
Jeongguk looks positively stunned, Jimin can’t tell yet if it’s genuine shock or if he likes where this is going. The overeager nod sort of points to the latter.
“Yeah.” Jeongguk breathes out. “All good.”
He says that, and then he gestures at where he’s sitting.
“Like— right here? Now?”
There is a room right to their left that clearly says changing room on it. Jimin doesn’t mention it either because it’s clearly in Jeongguk’s line of vision.
“Yeah, right there.”
He leans his chin on his interlocked fingers, waits for Jeongguk to call him out. At this point it should be clear as day that it’s not professional at all, but Jeongguk doesn’t mention the examination table that he’s undoubtedly seen, nor does he opt for the changing room, he just slides his hands to the waistband of his pants, undoes the button and zipper.
Jimin can’t see anything past the edge of the desk, but he is definitely enjoying the show.
Jeongguk gets shy under his gaze, turns his head to the side as he lifts himself of the chair a bit and shrugs his pants down.
Calvin Kleins. Black.
Jimin catches the slightest glimpse of a bulge before Jeongguk sits back down.
Big.
Of course he is.
Jeongguk eyes him expectantly then, face a little flushed.
It’s quite obvious he needs to strip entirely, isn’t it? Jimin needs to take a look at his dick after all. But Jeongguk is just sitting there in his underwear, waiting.
God, Jimin does like his men a little dumb. This turns him on to no end.
“Underwear too.” He says, hides a chuckle. “Otherwise I can’t examine it properly.”
And with examine he means imprint it on his retina, touch it until it gets hard, maybe stroke it a little. None of it in line with what he should be doing. If anyone comes in now, his licence would be revoked.
Oh well.
He’ll risk it for a touch.
“Right, of course.” Jeongguk looks down, but he doesn’t move a muscle, just sucks in a sharp breath. “I’m— uh.. I’m like.. sorry, I’m kind of..”
“Nervous?”
“No.” Jeongguk shakes his head, looks up then, the glint in his eyes almost guilty. “I’m like.. semi-hard.”
Oh.
That’s even better.
He represses the urge to lick his lips, puts on his most professional kind smile.
“That’s completely fine, I’m a doctor, I know these things can happen.”
They don’t happen too much, actually. Jeongguk doesn’t need to know that.
Luckily, that’s all Jeongguk needs to proceed to take off his underwear as well. Jimin keeps his eyes on Jeongguk’s face for that part, doesn’t want to spoil the surprise for himself.
As soon as Jeongguk sits back down, that’s where the real fun begins.
He grabs some latex gloves to feign professionalism, can’t just put his hand on Jeongguk’s dick raw, even though he’d love feeling it skin to skin.
For now, he just puts them on, casts a quick glance at Jeongguk who’s staring at his hands, lips parted a little, a haze over his eyes.
Any doubt he had about Jeongguk just being daft fades, he is definitely here for this.
So he stands up, takes his desk chair with him over to Jeongguk’s side, and sits down right in front of him.
Jeongguk slowly turns so they’re knee to knee, lays one hand on the desk, holds onto his chair with the other. Already got his legs spread and all, what a pro.
Jimin skips over his crotch, gives Jeongguk a long stare from under his lashes, one he knows looks pretty.
“It’s okay if you get hard, I have to examine you properly, so don’t feel ashamed.”
Or do, actually. It would look pretty on him. Jimin does enjoy humiliating his partners occasionally.
Jeongguk’s breath catches for a moment, but then he gives a quick nod. His pupils seem a little dilated, which makes them appear even more huge than they already are.
Almost makes him nervous.
But as soon as he slides his eyes down that tank top it dissipates, nothing but deranged barking in the back of his mind as he travels lower.
There it is.
Between Jeongguk’s big, muscular thighs his cock lies there, semi-hard, hanging to the side a little. But even half hard, he’s big. Not only the length, the girth too, not to mention his balls. On top of that he’s shaven, all pretty and clean. Jimin prefers a little hair but he doesn’t mind this either, kind of seems like Jeongguk just shaved. Specifically for this.
He almost touches it out of pure greed, but he reminds himself he’s got to keep it semi-professional. Just like Jeongguk’s semi-hard cock.
“I’m going to check for anything out of the ordinary, so it could be a little uncomfortable, just give me a sign and I’ll stop.”
He’s in fact, not checking for anomalies. Jeongguk can climax just fine, there are no anomalies.
“Uhuh.” Jeongguk nods quickly, still hasn’t figured out how to close his mouth, jaw still dropped. “That’s— yeah— all yours.”
All yours..
Huh.
He shudders, then brings one hand between Jeongguk’s legs, mouth watering when he cups those balls.
So fucking pretty.
Jeongguk sucks in a sharp breath, his dick twitches as well, rises a little more.
Normally this would be a turn off, right? A straight guy would not enjoy being touched by his male doctor.
“All good?”
He asks, voice a little softer.
“Mmh.” Jeongguk nods. “Doesn’t hurt.”
Of course not.
Jimin hides a smile, just gently brushes his palm against Jeongguk’s balls, caresses the underside with his fingers; makes it look like he is definitely examining him, somewhat, maybe.
Jeongguk’s thigh flexes, a soft breath escapes his lips.
Jimin looks up.
“Sensitive?”
“Mm— but normal— like.. normal sensitivity.”
“Good.”
He keeps his eyes fixed on Jeongguk’s, enjoys the way his eyelids sink when he massages his balls, runs a finger between them up to the base.
“O—oh.” Jeongguk gasps, tries to cough to hide that obvious sound of pleasure, cheeks a little more red. “That’s— sorry, I’m getting..”
Hard.
Yeah, Jimin can see that.
God fucking bless him, that’s the biggest cock he’s seen in a while, the head is such a pretty colour, all dark pink, tip glistening a little in the horrible white led lights of the room. How Jeongguk manages to look hot in this lighting is beyond him.
“Everything feels alright here.” Jimin says, just so he’s still somewhat playing doctor. “I can’t detect any lumps or unusually sensitive spots.”
“Mm— good.” Jeongguk nods along, panting slightly. “That’s good right?”
“Yeah, that’s good.” Jimin almost chuckles, keeps it in, moves his hand to the base of Jeongguk’s cock, curls his fingers around it. “Is it okay if I check here too?”
Jeongguk can’t even answer before his dick twitches right in his hand. It’s not even the slightest bit movable, he’s rock hard. Jimin is jealous of everyone who’s ever had the pleasure of sitting on this.
“You can check everything.” Jeongguk says, voice a little breathy. “I don’t mind.”
No he certainly doesn’t.
This liar is enjoying every single touch, he’s squirming on the chair, one hand clamped around the desk, the other, tattooed one restless; on his thigh, on the chair, hovering close to his cock as if he wants to take over.
Jimin eyes him closely as he moves his hand around the length, uses the other one to squeeze the base, to pretend he’s looking for things that aren’t there.
Jeongguk bites down hard on his lower lip, but even so, a soft moan still slips out.
Hot.
He sounds hot, a little breathy, a little whiny. A good mix.
“This might be a little sensitive, brace yourself.”
He moves his thumb up to the head of Jeongguk’s cock, traces a line right over the slit.
“Ngh— fuck.” Jeongguk groans, hips jerking up into his hand once. “Sorry—“
“That’s okay.”
He sucks in the pretty boy that wants to follow, just rubs a little circle over that pretty, pink cockhead, then lets go.
“Seems like everything is quite normal, can’t physically detect anything that would cause your inability to come.”
It’s a wonderful sight, Jeongguk all worked up, pants piled around his ankles, even his nipples are stiff, showing through the fabric of his tank top. His pretty face flushed, soft breaths falling from his lips.
Now this is the part Jeongguk has been waiting for, he’s sure.
“Why don’t you show me how you do it?”
He keeps his face impassive the best he can, as if this is a normal request a doctor could make.
Jeongguk does go rigid, eyes widening slightly. Maybe he’s finally figured out this is going way beyond a normal procedure.
“You mean— you want me to— like—“
“Masturbate.” Jimin leans back a little in his chair. “Maybe I can detect what’s wrong if you try bringing yourself to your climax.”
Does that sound professional in any sense? Probably not. Who cares? Jeongguk sure doesn’t. He looks seconds away from his orgasm actually, upper half of his dick flushed, precum glistening on the head. Yeah, his dick is in perfect condition, he just wants his wet dream to come true.
Jimin is more than glad to play a part.
“Wrap your hand around yourself.”
He instructs.
Jeongguk exhales shakily, his sleeved arm moving, tattooed hand curling around his cock.
God, fuck. This is the best day on the job by far. He should breach protocol more often.
“You’ve done this part before, I presume.” Jimin tilts his head, can’t help the curl of his lip. “Touch yourself.”
Jeongguk stares at him for a second, as if he wonders if this is really happening, if this is really okay, and then he slowly moves his hand up and down his length.
Finally, after four sessions, he’s staring at the hottest guy he’s ever laid eyes on jerking his big cock all for him.
Life really does get better.
Jeongguk looks only at him while he gets off, big eyes waiting for more, eager to follow any instructions.
“It seems your cock works fine, hm?” He nods at it. “The head gets wet properly, means you should be able to come.”
Jeongguk’s hand staggers a little around his cock, and he casts his gaze down too, only nods a little dumbly.
“Yeah— it’s— I think it’s maybe.. fixed or something?”
Oh, he’s such a terrible liar.
“Yeah?” Jimin can’t really tear his eyes off that pretty cock. “That’s good thing, means you won’t have to come back anymore.”
Jeongguk halts then, looks up at him with some kind of panic in his eyes.
Now that’s a fun dilemma to see.
Does Jeongguk want to come so bad and then never come back, or would he pretend it’s still not working all for another session?
“But if it doesn’t work, I might need to check properly next time, instead of just a quick analysis.”
He proposes.
Fuck, it’s adorable, the crease that appears between Jeongguk’s brows, the way his hand keeps moving around his cock slowly, like he needs to come, can’t stop touching.
“Like— what type of— what kind of check?”
Jeongguk asks.
Jimin almost can’t hide the way his mouth curls up, gives a light shrug.
“Maybe you can only come by oral stimulation.”
It’s the most ridiculous statement he’s ever thrown out there, but Jeongguk takes the bait; his gaze drops to his lips for a fraction of a second, and he breathes out the shakiest exhale.
“Oh..” Jeongguk’s hand stops moving now. “Yeah, maybe— like, maybe I have that, sounds plausible.”
“Uhuh.” Jimin agrees, nods like that’s a real thing. “Should I reschedule then? I have a client coming up.”
Jeongguk licks his lips, looks down at his hard dick, then back up at him. Well, at his lips really, it’s extremely obvious this time.
“Yeah. Let’s— yeah, reschedule, cause I don’t think it’s working.”
“Perfect.”
Jimin stands up with a barely hidden smile, moves his chair back behind his desk, and turns to his laptop.
While Jeongguk quickly pulls his pants back up, he looks at his longest free spot in the schedule, books a two hour session at the end of the week, end of the day. You know, just in case they’d like spending a little more time together after the session.
“All set then, see you on Friday.”
He casts a glance over the desk, finds a flushed Jeongguk looking back, eyes still glazed over.
“Yeah— good. Great.” Jeongguk clears his throat, nods, offers him his hand that he just used to get off. “See you then, Dr. Park.”
Jimin takes it, pretends it doesn’t send a shiver down his spine to be called that, and watches Jeongguk leave his office.