The vast space held a delicate fragrance, like the dresses that hung at the many racks. Seokjin's eyes once again scanned the expanse of the items that screamed luxury and wealth before turning to the young cashier.
"Sir", her voice shook a bit, smile strained as she looked up at the tall man in three-inch heels, "I will need your husband's signature."
Even the man's frown was delicate, like a genius mind solving a seemingly unsolvable riddle. She looked down then, almost nervous under the questioning gaze, and picked up a document.
"I need the owner's signature", she then placed a black, sleek card on the off-white paper, "for the card."
Seokjin wasn't famous among the regular crowd but he has a name for himself among the employees and owners of high-class brands. A name for being the arm candy of three most influential businessmen of Seoul.
Hence he understood the confusion and smiled politely.
"That's his black card", though Seokjin quickly found he did not even need to respond when a familiar voice came from the entrance. He turned, smile turning genuine as he looked at his friend of almost two decades, "not any of his husbands'."
Pitying the cashier who was already red in the face and stuttering apology, Seokjin tried to handle the situation but of course Yoongi wasn't done. The owner stood in front of the glass desk, looking every employee in the eye one by one, "He's the one who designed this showroom and even other in this lane."
"Never miss out on the chance to brag about me", Seokjin's twinkling chuckle made the tense shoulders of the employees relax who were quick to bow in both respect and apology.
"Hyung deserves to be bragged about."
It was sweet, almost romantic to a stranger's eyes, but to the men it was a casual exchange of appreciation. Seokjin savored the moment, knowing his friend would turn to sarcastic remarks and ruthless teasing the second they were away from public's eyes.
"Yoongi-chi loves me?" the question was followed by a pout and the owner sighed, albeit fondly and full of affection, when Seokjin moved in for a hug.
"How is your life going?" Yoongi asked when they parted, after directing the employees to bag Seokjin's items with utmost care and precision, "As their trophy husband, I mean."
"You would know", a soft chuckle and Seokjin turned to him with teasing eyes, "I was your trophy husband in a story before."
A huff, a grin and Yoongi pushed at his friend playfully, "There's enough versions of you to go around."
Seokjin laughed at that, a hearty sound that echoed bright within the muted colors of the walls, so foreign in the sophisticated place that it helped the new man walk through the maze of racks and shelves and find the two best friends looking over a mannequin.
He stopped behind them, footsteps loud enough that Yoongi quickly turned to greet him.
"Taehyung", he offered a handshake which the younger completely ignored and stepped forward for a tight hug. It made Yoongi huff and Seokjin grin wide, Taehyung coming to stand beside his husband after the warm greeting.
"Are we still shopping, hyung?" Taehyung's question had no haste or annoyance, quite the opposite actually.
"I think I'm done", a perfectly sculpted eyebrow was raised in curiosity, Seokjin's face searching for something that Taehyung tried his best to hide.
Yoongi looked between them, at Seokjin's small smirk and Taehyung's wandering eyes. The youngest of three then took the hand wrapped in gold bangles and diamonds rings, his hold delicate but sure, "I want to buy more for hyung."
Seokjin cooed at the younger man, his unoccupied hand coming up to ruffle the curls that had grown past Taehyung's ears, "My hubby wants to spoil me? Wants to prove he isn't a careless lover just because he forgot he was supposed to pick me up from our penthouse?"
Yoongi tried to suppress his chuckle but couldn't, earning a rather childish glare from Taehyung. Though he did avert his eyes when his hyung's delicate fingers held the younger's chin, turning it to look towards the taller man, "And now you will be disrespectful to your Yoongi hyung?"
"I'll take my leave", Yoongi did not try to hide his smirk, leaning in close to the pair for a hushed whisper even when the three were alone in the aisle, "try not to scar my employees."
Seokjin smiled in a way that meant no promises and that was Yoongi's cue to leave the couple alone. The silence following his leave was a tense one, almost stifling for Taehyung whose head was still a prisoner of a delicate thumb and finger.
"Now", the heels gave Seokjin more height than he already had on Taehyung, tilting the man's up until his neck was stretched, "we both know you don't want to stay here longer just to buy me more clothes."
Long lashes threw shadows on Taehyung's cheeks, his eyes hooded as Seokjin's lavender scent settled deep and familiar in his lungs. He licked his lips, hoping to taste his husband in the air. Seokjin smiled, a cruel, merciless one.
"Why don't you say what you actually want", the hand previously in Taehyung's hold now creeped up the younger's arm, Seokjin's touch hot over the cotton of the turtleneck Taehyung chose to wear that day, "and I might go easy on your punishment, hmm?"
They hadn't moved, standing so close and intimate in the aisle where anyone could walk by. Taehyung's breath fell warm on Seokjin's lips, his face moving closer only for the older man to lean back. Seokjin chuckled, patronizing and teasing, and Taehyung felt the humiliation burn hot in his veins.
"So it's that kind of day, huh?" it was shameful, how easily Seokjin could read him, how easily Seokjin could reach down and caress where Taehyung was painfully hard, "Be glad your hyung is so charitable, I'm skipping an important meeting to deal with your amateur libido."
"T-thank you, hyung", the reply was quick, like engrained in every fiber of his being. It wasn't really far from the truth, considering how willingly Taehyung went when fingers hooked in the leather of his belt.
"So needy", the whisper was tantalizing, pulling the younger man closer to the plush lips before he was pushed, stumbling through the curtain and into the small changing room, "so careless."
"I'm sorry", Seokjin's chuckle was cruel, heels clanking loud as he closed the door behind him. The air was thick around Taehyung, vision tunneling where his husband had leaned against the wood.
"Sorry and thank you, that's all my dumb hubby can say", the snicker was humiliating, so degrading as honey eyes scrutinized him. But Taehyung still walked forward at the curl of Seokjin's slim finger, still gasped as it beckoned him and then curled lightly around his neck, "you need this punishment."
It wasn't a question or a realization, but a mere fact that Seokjin spit in Taehyung's face. The younger whined at the teasing eyes and smirking lips, so desperate to taste his husband, so desperate to be inside him.
"Down", Taehyung fell at once, careful of knees (Seokjin had gasped in fear when he had cracked them one time in his eagerness and he couldn't take his husband looking so guilty again), "at least you can obey some times."
"I'm-" his apology was lost to a gasp when Seokjin pulled at his hair, rings gliding smoothly against his locks. His husband leaned down, towering over him like something ethereal, meant to be worshipped.
"Shut up and take off my panties."
Taehyung swallowed a whine, reaching out with trembling fingers to glide them under the silk dress. Plush thighs parted slightly and Taehyung felt desperate to bury himself between them. The hold around his neck tightened and he gulped around it, taking hold of the lace and pulling.
"Don't let it touch the floor", Taehyung would never, fingers smoothing almost hypnitzed over the smooth finish of the stilettoes before he was pulled by his hair, "Go ahead, do what you want."
He knew what it meant, knew what the laughing smile was for. It burned Taehyung with shame, with desire and need. He brought the lace close to his face, eyes blown wide as he almost shoved his face in the fabric, taking a long breath of the sweet scent.
"What a dirty fetish, though I shouldn't expect anything different from you", the words were harsh but there was a tap on Taehyung's right ear and he looked up with hazy eyes to give a single nod. Seokjin seemed satisfied with the answer and his concern quickly dissolved into mirth, "What will employees think if they found you like this?"
Oh how Taehyung would love to be found like this, on his knees before his husband who was slowly pulling the hem of his dress up his thighs until the pink of his pussy was exposed to the cool air and smoldering eyes.
"Don't let a single drop fall, we don't want to create any mess for Yoongi."
Taehyung would love to be caught like this, face pressed between the long legs like a man starving for ages, sucking and licking at the fat pussy as he gulped down the salty juices.
"Mhm", Seokjin's moan rang loud in the room, not even trying to muffle them as he shoved Taehyung further close to his sex, "So good at eating my cunt, hubby. Gonna make me squirt here?"
The loud groan vibrated against his sensitive skin and Seokjin yelped, pulling at the soft hair but Taehyung did not budge, fingers digging in the plush thighs as he rubbed his lips against the fleshy folds.
It was damp and hot, scent so much richer than in the panties that were now shoved in Taehyung's pant pocket. He grunted and whined as he sucked the velvety walls, licking up and down the slit until he breached his husband. Seokjin shook above him, thighs closing around his neck.
Oh if he could die like this.
"Bet you wanna get choked like this", Seokjin laughed, even as his own breath came out labored and stuttering, "bet you're begging for me to squirt all over your face and Armani shoes, dirty you like the filthy husband that you are."
Head knocked back against the door as Seokjin moaned at the growl against his pussy, Taehyung breathing heavy and fast on his skin. He cursed with every swipe against his walls, his husband coming up to suck at his neglected clit before diving back inside again.
He was dripping down his thighs, smearing the expensive t-shirt his husband wore.
Good, Seokjin smirked, seeing the mark he was leaving behind.
"Hubby..." he breathed, eyes rolling back in his head as Seokjin rode the tongue, moving Taehyung the way he wanted, "drink up."
He heard the choke as Seokjin squirted right in his husband's mouth, heard the first gulp and the soft moans as Taehyung greedily drank every drop poured into his mouth. He swallowed and swallowed and sucked and then licked the folds like his stomach wasn't full of Seokjin's slick, swiped his tongue down the sticky thighs like he was still parched.
"What a good husband", the grip on his hair loosened and Taehyung moaned up at Seokjin, eyes blurry and looking at his husband like he hung the stars and the skies and everything in his Universe, "give me a kiss."
Taehyung was up in an instant and Seokjin moaned at tasting his own saltiness. Hands creeped under the silk dress, cupping the naked ass and squeezing as Taehyung rutted against his husband for release.
"So desperate", the laugh was softer now, almost fond, but Taehyung still whined and pouted at his husband, "my cute baby."
Seokjin pulled the straining length out of it's confine, teasing the flared head with his fingers before hooking his leg around Taehyung and pulling his husband closer. The thick cock slid smooth and warm between the fat lips, teasing the winking hole before with a groan, Seokjin pushed it inside.
"Hyung!" Taehyung panted wetly against his husband's neck, fucking in the tight space with quick, shallow thrusts. Seokjin pulled his head back and crashed their lips together again, letting him fuck the moist cavern as he was ruining the wet pussy, "Mn, mn!"
"Ah, yes, so perfect", Seokjin groaned against his lips as warmth filled his body, thick ropes of cum painting his insides white. He relished as it flowed inside before frothing at his rim as Taehyung continued to fuck him desperately, "my husband's been so good..."
The said husband looked up with a debauched face and wide blown eyes, mouth open as he panted in pleasure. Seokjin bit his lip at the pleasure on Taehyung's face and leaned down to whisper in his ear.
"Maybe if you stay good, you can lick your cum out of my cunt in the car."