Choi Yeonjun

In the expanse of Yeonjun’s home, both he and Taehyun sat in the living room. Legs spread and suit drenched in the aroma of a named brand cologne, the older man cleared his throat, ready to set down boundaries and rules between them, as sugar daddy and sugar baby.

"One,” he began as he leaned forward. “You work by my schedule. When I need you, you come. Whether early in the fucking morning or at dawn, you’ll come and satisfy my needs. Two,” he continued without waiting for Taehyun’s approval. “You’ll do everything I say. If I tell you to strip in public, you do it, understand?” he spoke sternly before folding his arms across his chest. “Lastly, our sex won’t have strings attached. You’re here to get fucked and receive a paycheck, alright? Nothing more. Don’t try and make fucking moves on me when you need more money.”

Tongue poking the inside of his right cheek, Yeonjun suppressed a dirty grin. “One last thing,” he drawled as he leaned forward and propped his elbows on his knees. “I can record us having sex.”