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Jaehyun winces, the rusty steel gate creaking open for his car to sputter through. The dirt path upwards makes for a rocky ride, the trees growing up and outwards blocked the sun so he could avoid the big rocks that threatened to puncture his tires. It was a particularly sunny afternoon; summer coming in hot and heavy.
Jaehyun would do anything to take advantage of this weather, sunbathing and writing in Italy, where he should be. He had studied abroad there for a semester once, but he was so engrossed in his studies that he failed to actually experience the Italian culture. As soon as he landed foot back on campus, he vowed to go back again and planned his entire senior year around it. But tragedy struck, as it always seems to do when his family calls him, when he found out his father had passed away.
Of course, Jaehyun was sad. He loved the man and harbored some fond memories of him, but he was genuinely surprised it hadn't happened sooner. The old man partied everyday, drank, smoked, and sniffed whatever he could get his hands on. In some ways, Jaehyun admired his freedom and and thought they were the same in that way, though his father very obviously thought differently. The man constantly berating his life choices from his major to his love life whenever he came around. Jaehyun had learned the hard way, after a slew of disrespectful comments and drunken slaps, that it was best to stay away.
Now, after graduating twice, a funeral, and a couple lawsuits from his jealous siblings, Jaehyun steps out of his vintage mustang to smell the familiar air surrounding his childhood home. Walking around the empty fountain, he twists his keys as he walks up the steps, sighing on his way. When he unlocks the door, a rush of cool air hits him, along with a wave of nostalgia.
It's his first time stepping foot in the house he eagerly left at 17 and never looked back at. His mother had passed years before, so he really had no reason to.
He closes the door behind him, breathing in the familiar scent of an array of flowers which surprised him. His mother loved to keep fresh flowers everywhere and by the looks of it his father had been keeping up with her obsession. As he weaved through the house, everywhere he turned bright, colorful flowers greeted him, making him wonder; who was taking care of them?
"H-hello!"
Jaehyun's shoulders jump when a soft voice cuts through the quiet air. He turns, eyes landing on a boy, no older than eighteen, dressed in fuzzy pajamas. Shifting from foot to foot, his hands fiddle with the hem of his long sleeve top. "I-I'm very sorry, master, I would have gotten dressed if I knew you were coming..." He says hurriedly, "but I can get dressed quickly and prepare you breakfast if you'd like? What would you like? I can make anything: pancakes, toast, eggs-"
Jaehyun interrupts his rambling, concluding that he would probably never stop if he didn't, "have we met before?" Doyoung looks particularly stunned at that question, but embarrassment overcomes him quickly. He closes his eyes, looking down, cursing at himself on the inside for his informality. "I apologize, master. My name is Kim Doyoung...h-head housekeeper of the Jung Manor."
Jaehyun slides his hands into his pockets, confused. He had never known his father to hire such young maids. The last time he frequented the home he had only interacted with one elderly woman, though she certainly did not look old, he remembers her vividly. He eyes Doyoung, thinking about it now, the boy resembles her greatly.
As if he was reading his mind, Doyoung speaks up, still bowing his head in respect, "My mother was Kim Jang-Mi. The former head housekeeper. She passed away the day after your father did..."
Jaehyun perks up at the mention of that name, Jang-Mi. That was her name. He doesn't let himself get lost in remembrance, only hums in acknowledgment, "I'm so sorry, Doyoung. My condolences." Doyoung nods, "to you as well." Doyoung continues, "your father's attorney explained to me that...um... something like I am permitted to stay here as long as my new master," Doyoung peeks up at him, but his bold eyes make him look down again, "allows me to."
Jaehyun purses his lips, trying to process this information. The family attorney certaintly didn't let him know that a working maid would come along with the mansion he inherited.
As he continues to think in silence, Doyoung's eyebrows furrow, anticipating the worst. He cannot help the slew of words that escape him, "master, this manor is all I've ever known! I was born and raised here, I have cleaned every room top to bottom, I have tended diligently to the gardens, and I promise, if you let me stay, to continue to devote my life to you and the livelihood of this household! I know I am young and I still have a lot to learn, but I-"
"Doyoung." Jaehyun states simply which shuts the boy right up. "Have you been living here since my father's death two months ago? Alone?" Doyoung sniffles, "yes, sir."
Jaehyun stares at him, bewildered that this young boy had even survived for this long. The nearest market was two miles away, any neighbors even further.
"There's plenty of food growing in the garden, I harvest every weekend." Doyoung speaks up, taking in the elders worried expression. Jaehyun nods, understanding, but still seemingly stuck in a trance. Doyoung takes this chance to really look at the man. Dressed casually in slacks and a dress shirt, Jaehyun was dressed in a typical rich man's fashion made of expensive but simple materials. His light brown hair framed his face elegantly, falling over thin glasses. His brown shoes looked like they had just been shined this morning, but Doyoung thinks he could've did a better job.
"Ok, well..." Jaehyun says, "you can stay for now, but Doyoung, I am a busy man. I have no plans on living here full time. You are going to have to prove to me that you can take care of yourself and this house, okay?" Doyoung nods profusely, "yes, sir! I understand."
Jaehyun nods at him, turning to venture more into the house, but Doyoung speaks up again, "am I excused, sir?"
"You are excused, Doyoung." He watches the housekeeper scurry off, probably heading to the maids door. Jaehyun heads to the kitchen down the opposite hallway.
The manor hasn't changed at all. It's still just as a grand as it was when he was a child and surprising crystal clean. The sun shined through long windows that surrounded the home, illuminating the rainbow of florals that decorated wherever he looked. Through the marble covered kitchen, he reached one of the many staircases that led upstairs. Now walking on carpet with his shoes on, an act his father would have smacked him for, he passed multiple guest bedrooms and headed to his room.
It stunned him to see that it was exactly how he'd left it. The wooden furniture seemed smaller than he remembered, though. The room was bare, as he had taken all of his art supplies with him. He fiddled with the creaky dresser, the drawers stuffed with clothes as was his closet. He steps over to his bookshelf, still stuffed to the brim, fingertips gliding over old versions of the classics.
Being back in this room after years was bittersweet. One one hand, he held the worst memories here, being dragged through hell by his father with all of his ridiculous rules and regulations. On the other, he still holds many fond memories of developing his love for art, especially painting. His mother would sneak him watercolors and acrylic paints to work with when his father expected him to be brushing up on the ins and outs of the family company. He painted almost every wall of the house on canvas and when he ran out of inspiration, his mother ordered flowers to be placed around the house so he could paint those. And when that became boring, she ordered for the garden to be redone over and over again and tended to meticulously to please him even more. It was a grand effort that he loved his mother for, but what he truly loved to paint was the woman that worked for him through the window.
Jaehyun walks back over to his bed and gets on his knees, reaching under he feels the soft wood of his bed frame before gliding over a thick wad of paper. It doesn't take much for him to rip the tape that secured them there, having been stuck there for over ten years. Leaning on the side of the bed, he looks at the papers, yellowed and a bit smeared due to age, though the outlines of his desire still shined through.
Jang-Mi. The woman that lived in his mind religiously throughout his teenage years. Though she did help raise him, they had never had a close relationship. Jaehyun saw her as a servant and he's sure Jang-Mi thought nothing of him other than her young master. And it wasn't the housekeepers' personality nor her skills that captivated him, it was her body.
Fifteen years old, at the brink of his last growth spurt, Jaehyun would rush to his room for bed at 9 pm sharp. Already dressed in his pajamas and with the lights turned off, he would leave the farthest window from his bed open, the light wind making the curtains fan out. His wooden easel fit perfectly in that corner of the room, completely hidden from view by anyone that could be looking in.
With his thick lead pencil and card stock waiting for him, he sat at his desk and was mesmerized with what "accidentally" came into view. There Jang-Mi was, getting ready for her night shift. In turn for tending to him and his needs, she turned to serving her hosts and their guests for a night cap in the maids' quarters. Jaehyun only had about 3 minutes to draw, pressing the pencil to paper a millisecond after the maid unclipped her bra.
Deep down inside, Jaehyun can still feel the rush it gave him to do something both his father and his mother would disapprove of. But he truly couldn't help himself, being so sheltered. After all, didn't all teenage boys turn into a peeping tom at least once?
Jaehyun smiles to himself at the memories. He hauls himself up from the floor, groaning. He trudges over to the easel, all worn down from the smooth light brown he was gifted it as. He carefully places one of his drawings on it, setting the others down on his desk. It was his favorite one; a silhouette of the woman's side, with her hair cascading down, covering her face.
Jaehyun finally abandons his old art, looking out of the window at the garden. Though a bit overgrown, it seems as if Doyoung has been tending to it well. The biggest bushes being that of roses; most white and some a faint lavender if Jaehyun's glasses aren't deceiving him. His eyes follow the vines crawling up from the bushes, budding roses catching his attention, until he's facing the very window he had such fond memories of. And there Doyoung is.
Doyoung, the young maid he had just met, in nothing but his underwear. He was standing like the old drawing he was just admiring, chewing on his nail, focusing on whatever was before him. Jaehyun swallowed, eyes shamelessly raking down his soft looking body, all thin and bit tanned.
It was definitely a surprise sight to see, but Jaehyun stood stone faced. Now all grown up, his thoughts surpassed a simple drawing and delved into what it would be like to run his hands down that lithe body. All thin and a bit tanned, Doyoung looked like he should be on the cover of a magazine.
Suddenly, the boy lurches, fumbling through his closet by the way clothes are dropping around him. He presses various uniforms to his frame, all the same: baggy pants with a matching v neck top. He finally decides on a tan uniform, slipping it on. It fits even baggier than it looks, swallowing Doyoung's small frame in a manner that Jaehyun thinks just won't do.
When Doyoung leaves his room, so does Jaehyun. He goes back to exploring the house like nothing had distracted him, checking out most of the guest rooms that look fresh and brand new even after years of abandonment. He skips over his parents' room, having never been allowed in, he doesn't plan on breaking that rule now.
He trots down a different staircase, making it to the first floor where Doyoung spots him. The young maid immediately stands up straight, holding both hands behind his back, "hello, master. Would you like me to prepare lunch?"
Jaehyun glances at his watch, it's almost one in the afternoon, "no, none for me, thank you. Have you eaten?" Doyoung raises his eyebrows, not missing the way Jaehyun's doesn't meet his eyes not even once, "no, sir."
"Please, fix yourself something to eat, Doyoung, I need to take care of some business in my father's office." Jaehyun is already walking away before Doyoung can offer to do anything else for him.
-
Jaehyun spends the rest of the day huddled up in the office. Glasses balanced on the tip of his nose, Jaehyun had been sorting through boxes and boxes of files for hours, cursing his fathers habit of keeping everything on paper instead of a simple hard drive. He never thought he would be the one to replace his father, who looked so powerful, in the thick leather chair behind his grand oak desk, but here he was.
Doyoung had tried to get his attention multiple times, but didn't follow through on any of them. Jaehyun watched him, amused, through the security camera footage on the television above the door. He came to the door with trays of tea, water, snacks, and even just himself a few times, but never actually knocked even with his knuckles balled up against the door. For the most part, the young maid rushed about the house with rags, brooms, mops, and various sprays, cleaning everything he could touch.
Not even reading the whole of the last document in a box, he shreds it at the sight of the year 1999. With the clock ticking closer to eight pm, he decides to climb up to the attic one last time to fetch another box. The attic above his father's office was one of many but arguably held the most wealth anybody would dream of. Filled to the brim with his father's collection of life including rare paintings, vintage jewelry, and ancient artifacts, Jaehyun was sure that he was probably the only one other than his father to witness the stuff.
Jaehyun pulled the box closest to him, expecting it to be heavy, but it tipped over because of how light it actually was. Out spilled bunches of black and white fabric, an air of dust following it. Confused, Jaehyun yanks it every which way, trying to figure out what it really is. It wasn't until he held the garment up by its shoulders that he realized what it was; a maid's outfit. But not just any maid, a French maid. With the low neckline and short skirt, a very sexy French maid at that.
Thoughts of why his father would have such an outfit start to fill his mind and he quickly stuffs it back in the box, slapping the top back on. Climbing down the steps, another idea pops into his mind. He wouldn't mind seeing Doyoung in that outfit. Maybe with an added headpiece and sheer socks, maybe some heels. He was sure an outfit of that caliber would make him feel much more comfortable and look even better.
Jaehyun smirks to himself just imagining it and he knows just the person to get it from.
-
It's delivered the next day, in a large box wrapped with an even larger red bow. Jaehyun had planned to surprise Doyoung with it, but the younger had got to the door before him. Now, it laid on the breakfast table, atop the expensive lace table cloth, despite Doyoung's protests.
Doyoung eyed the package wearily, setting down yet another small plate of a decorative array of fruit. He had been up since five in the morning preparing breakfast. From the croissants to the orange juice, everything was handmade. Jaehyun had said about one million times that such a feast was unnecessary, especially for one person, but Doyoung had ignored him every time, only smiling politely, and kept filling the table with dish after dish.
Jaehyun chewed on the last bite of a raspberry cheese danish, already reaching for an almond croissant to put on his plate. Doyoung pushed open the door adjacent to the kitchen with a fresh pitcher of coffee. He quickly fills up Jaehyun's cup, before resting the pitcher right next to it.
"Would you like anything else, master?" He asks, hands rested behind his back. Jaehyun wipes his mouth with an embroidered napkin, sighing, "yes, actually. I would like you to sit and join me for breakfast," he motions to the empty seat adjacent from him.
Doyoung casts his eyes downwards, one of the many signs, Jaehyun learned, that he would disagree. "I've already had a full breakfast this morning, master. I don't think I can eat anymore. Besides I really need to finish cleaning the kitchen as well, if you'd allow it. I apologize." Doyoung gives two excuses, already knowing how insistent his master can be.
Jaehyun nods in understanding, taking a sip of his coffee. He closes his eyes, satisfied, which makes Doyoung's heart flutter. The elder finally turns his attention to the box for the first time since it crowded the table thirty minutes ago.
"Please sit, Doyoung." Jaehyun, motioning at the chair again. Doyoung does not protest again, listening to his masters command. Jaehyun gets up to grab the gift and holds it in front of Doyoung, who just stares at it wide-eyed.
"It's for you. Open it." Jaehyun urges him. Doyoung quickly reaches out to grab the box, having to lean back in his chair for it to fit on his lap. He's still clueless, hands resting on the box rather than unwrapping it. He had never received such a gift in his life or any gift for that matter. "I said open it, Doyoung." Jaehyun says, taking another sip of coffee.
Doyoung cannot answer, voice caught in his throat. He doesn't know whether to bow at his master's knees or insistently refuse the gift, but he follows his masters words anyway, reaching to carefully undo the ribbon. It's silky smooth under his touch, unraveling from the box as soon as the knot comes undone. Feeling Jaehyun's eyes on him, he hopes his master doesn't catch the way his hands start shaking as he slides the top off the box and neatly leans it against his chair. Perfectly packed white feathers are interrupted when Doyoung digs his hands through them, delicate and thin, they go flying with the slightest touch, landing all over the breakfast.
"Go ahead..." Jaehyun assures him, a small smile gracing his face, showing off his dimples. That eases Doyoung's worries in an instant, being such a rare occurrence, he figures whatever is in the box must be wonderful.
Doyoung bites his lip, picking up whatever it was and holding it up to the light, "oh my..." He holds up the last thing he would have expected; a maid's dress. Quite traditional with it's black and white theme but it ends there as the skirt is obviously incredibly short and the sweetheart neckline is incredibly low. White ruffly fabric was crowded under the dress, fluffing out the black dress that cinched at the waist.
Blood rushes to Doyoung's cheeks, no doubt looking as frazzled as he feels in his masters' face. Any other time he would try to hide his expression, but it was almost impossible while holding such a revealing outfit in front of him.
He notices Jaehyun looking at him expectantly, he rushes out an answer, "m-master, it's... it's beautiful. This is for me?" Jaehyun finishes his coffee, smirking, "It's your new uniform. I figured this is much better than what you're wearing now, no?"
Bewildered, Doyoung looks back at the uniform, avoiding Jaehyun's intense gaze, "yes, absolutely, it's beautiful... thank you, master." Doyoung accepts the gift with ease, exceeding Jaehyun's expectations tenfold. Such a compliant servant he is, Jaehyun was sure they would have upmost fun later.
Clearing his throat, Jaehyun gets up from the table and pushes his chair in, "I expect you to be dressed appropriately for dinner. I will be in my father's office for the time being." He excuses himself from the table, leaving Doyoung to ogle further at his uniform, wondering how he's going to get on his knees in such an intricate garment... to scrub the floor, of course.
-
The day came and went, with no sign of Doyoung around the house at all. It perplexed Jaehyun every time he glanced at the television and there was no sight of the boy cleaning. He was sure the young maid would be prancing about and he was almost a little bitter about not being able to see him, but he held back his mild anger. Maybe it was his turn to be surprised.
-
Doyoung's crippling anxiety bound him to the maid's entrances and exits, ones that his mother had taught him well to avoid security cameras. He did everything he did every other day, cleaning the house from top to bottom, but this time without a trace. He hadn't touched his gift since breakfast, even avoiding his room where it was placed on his small desk. Every time he even glanced at it, he became weak in the knees, a million scenarios flashing through his mind of what Jaehyun would think of him in it.
He had been avoiding the kitchen since breakfast as well, where Jaehyun would for sure spot him through the cameras. But he had to start preparing dinner sometime, so he creeped into the kitchen when he heard the faint sound of the stairs in the office creak which meant his master was sorting through the attic again. He managed to prepare a four course meal in twice the time it usually takes him, pushing back dinner time more than he would like. Obviously, Jaehyun had not minded, he hadn't said a word to Doyoung since breakfast, patiently waiting for him to fetch him whenever he was finished.
Doyoung appreciated this about Jaehyun; his patience. Compared to his father, who shouted at him when he was a mere minute late, Jaehyun was otherwise unbothered, waiting around for whatever he would prepare for him next. It was a refreshing change, but it still made him a bit uneasy, because he never knew what the man wanted or if he even wanted anything at all.
Time passed quickly, a feat that had been imminent ever since Jaehyun inhabited the mansion, one of the few that Doyoung did not like. The clock was ticking towards nine o'clock, a late dinner the only choice for the both of them.
Doyoung rushed back to his room, softly closing his door behind him. With closed eyes, he feels his way around until his fingers delve into soft feathers once more. He opens his eyes, revealing the dress that instantly made his stomach uneasy. He laid it on his bed, digging back into the feathers to grab the stark white apron, black stockings, black choker, matching half cardigan and dainty black and white headpiece. He quickly gets undressed, wanting to get this part over with, but the sheer softness of the expensive fabric against his skin was making it incredibly hard. He had never felt such luxury before and he never thought he would, but here he was.
He pulls the straps of the dress up, then bends down to put the stockings on. He gasps, feeling them stop at his mid thigh and not even go all the way up like his mothers' used to. He decides not dwell on it, hurriedly shrugging on the fitted cardigan, then the headpiece. He avoids the mirror on the back of his door, instead shuffling to his closet to find some shoes to wear. He only owned two pair of the same kind; grey slips ons that were not the best choice for his outfit. He shook his head, almost deciding not to wear any at all, until he spotted a box similar to the one he had just opened that morning. It was peeking out from under the bed, this time wrapped in a bright red ribbon. Doyoung swallows, reaching down to fetch the box. The ribbon felt just as soft as he peeled it off and lifted the top. He was met with black feathers this time that flew in the air when he grabbed what was hidden under.
Doyoung stares wide-eyed at the sight of very tall black heels with glossy red on the bottoms. He had never seen such a pair before, so shiny and new. He gawked at them, partly because he couldn't imagine how much they had cost Jaehyun and partly because he had no idea how to walk in them.
Remembering the roast he still has in the oven, Doyoung decides to carry the heels with him, avoiding his reflection altogether.
-
When the bell rang, Jaehyun entered the grand dining room at nine thirty sharp. He was starving now, having skipped lunch and tea time, his appetite grew and was ready for whatever Doyoung prepared for him. The table was bare, not a plate or fork in sight, but he was sure he had heard the bell ring, so he sat at the head of the table anyway, his back towards the kitchen door.
Doyoung finally made his way to the kitchen and immediately turned the oven off. He grabbed some mitts, took the pot roast out of the oven, and placed it on the stove. With the dress so tight at the waist, he was already out of breath, but he had no time to even take a deep breath. Shuffling around the kitchen, he cursed to himself seeing that he had forgotten to set the table. Already flustered, he makes sure not to forget to slip on his heels. Wobbling as soon as he tries to walk, he curses himself for not practicing how to walk in them earlier. He grabs one of every dish and balances them in his hands before pressing his back to the door and walking into the dining room.
He notices Jaehyun straighten his back when the door closes behind him, anticipating his arrival. Doyoung straightens his legs as best as he could and puts one foot in front of the other.
"My apologies, master, I failed to set the table before you got here. Excuse me, please." Doyoung says, quickly setting down every dish in its rightful place. Jaehyun hums, not even fully understanding what he had just said, too busy taking in the sight before him.
Doyoung looked absolutely heavenly in his little outfit. The white ruffles and apron accentuating his tiny waist, the contrast of the black choker against his clear neck, the dark band of the stocking digging into his milky thighs. And don't even get him started on the heels he so graciously obeyed to wear. Jaehyun knew the young maid hadn't seen anything like them, probably never even wore heels in his life, but he still wore them like the good little maid he is.
Jaehyun fiddles with the napkin for a second, gasping when he drops it on the floor. Despite it being freshly clean, he mutters an apology, turning to rush into the kitchen to fetch another one, but Jaehyun catches his wrist before he can leave.
"It's alright. Just give me that one." Jaehyun says, glancing at the napkin. Doyoung starts, "but master I-" Jaehyun glares at him, a dark look in his eyes he's never seen before, his hand tightening around his wrist, "I said I want that one, Doyoung."
Doyoung nods, not having the voice to utter an apology, and goes to pick up the napkin right away. The heels make him so tall that he has to balance on one leg to reach it. He unknowingly bares his entire ass to his master, showing off his sheer panties and all and Jaehyun has to keep himself from drooling. It's an act that seals his fate for the night and Jaehyun, as much of a gentleman he considers himself to be, decides that his needs come first. He's sure that Doyoung would agree with him.
-
Dinner goes smoothly, with Doyoung bringing out each course and continuously checking in to see if his master needed anything. Jaehyun found the click of his heels so melodic that he called him back and forth more than usual. This was to Doyoung's dismay, his feet aching more and more as he walked but he didn't let it show, keeping a graceful smile on his face, at least whenever his master was looking.
Jaehyun watched Doyoung intently, especially when he would lean against the table to fill his glass or place a dish down in the middle of the table and shamelessly when he bent down fully when he dropped something. And oh did he drop things often.
Jaehyun swallows the last bite of chocolate cake, before picking up the napkin from his lap and wiping his mouth. Doyoung comes at the perfect moment to collect his plate and fill his water glass, "would you like anything else, master?" Doyoung asks.
Jaehyun lets out a big sigh, eyeing Doyoung's thighs. With a mind of its own, he reaches out to play with the tight band of his stockings. His cold hand startles Doyoung, losing balance of the plate making it come crashing down on the table, "oh my gosh!". It breaks Jaehyun's water glass, liquid going everywhere. The pitcher of cold water in his other hand splashes all over his hand which he quickly sets down out of fear he might break that too.
Red faced, Doyoung attempts to clean up his mess, "I-I'm so sorry, master, I didn't mean to-" Jaehyun chuckles at the sudden debacle, "It's alright, Doyoung, look at me. Take a deep breath for me."
Doyoung listens to him, letting go a breath of air, before turning to him. Jaehyun hasn't let go of his leg, now fiddling with his stocking with both hands, pulling it up for him.
"Do you like your new uniform?" Jaehyun asks absentmindedly, hands traveling higher up his leg. Doyoung can feel his fingertips brushing against his underwear, making his heartbeat speed up. His master was just fixing his uniform and he was getting inappropriately excited. He tried to calm down, but he let out shaky breaths instead of steady ones, he doesn't know if he can keep his composure much longer with the way his hands keep wandering all over him.
"Master, I think I should go clean-"
"You didn't answer my question." Jaehyun interrupts him once again, finally looking him in the eye. He doesn't remove his hands, the warmth radiating from Doyoung's skin heating them up.
"Sir, it's beautiful... but...but..." Doyoung struggles to find the words, not wanting to offend his boss.
"It's too nice for me, sir." He confesses, eyes cast away from his master. "The fabric... the leather... it's all too nice and probably so expensive, you didn't have to go through all of this trouble to get this for me..."
Jaehyun holds back a smile, finding Doyoung's innocence so cute and enticing, it almost made him want to stop. Almost.
"If you don't feel comfortable in it, you could always take it off."
"Really?"
"Of course. But then you would have no uniform, you would be naked, no?"
Doyoung freezes at that, not knowing what to say.
"But that would be a shame because I happen to think you look beautiful in it."
"Beautiful?" Doyoung mutters to himself. In all of his eighteen years of life, he had never thought of himself as such. Only hardworking and diligent, but never beautiful.
"You don't believe me?"
Jaehyun sets his glasses down on the table and stands from his seat, turns Doyoung around and presses him into his chest. Doyoung gasps, the flush on his face a deeper color than before. He doesn't stop his wandering hands from feeling down the maids body, taking extra time to wrap his hands around his waist and squeeze. He can almost touch his finger tips, making him think about how easy it would be to just bounce him up and down probably with no effort at all. Doyoung grips the chair in front of him to keep his balance, his knees threatening to give out at any moment now. The heels weren't making him feel any better, his toes almost numb and his heels sore and achy. Jaehyun didn't stop there, hands finally reaching under his skirt to where he'd been thinking about all night.
"M-master, what are you..." Doyoung doesn't get to finish his question, his master's right hand surpassing his panties and cupping his warm pussy making him let out a choked moan. Doyoung's hand hovered over his wrist, but he didn't dare grab it, didn't dare deny his master what he wanted. Jaehyun used his middle finger to gently massage his folds, spreading the fresh slick around to produce even more. Jaehyun mouthed at Doyoung's neck easily, the heels making them the same height, hoping the light kisses would help him relax, but it seemed to melt the younger into his arms even more.
"I'm showing you how beautiful you are, my love..." Jaehyun mumbles. It didn't take long for Doyoung to be coated in his own slick, Jaehyun's two middle fingers moving fluidly back and forth in between his legs. Attempting to prod at his entrance, Doyoung whines, finally keeling over on the table. Jaehyun lets him, but keeps his arms wrapped around him and his fingers moving. He leans over to reach Doyoung's ear, "I'm tempted to take you right here, bent over the table like you've been all night. Don't think I didn't notice." Doyoung balls the table cloth up in both hands, the cost of it the last thing on his mind.
Jaehyun lets go of him, swiftly turning him around. "Jump, Doyoung." The younger follows directions like he's supposed to, jumping to wrap his legs around his master's waist, letting his heels slip off in the process. He wraps his arms around his neck and lays his head on his shoulder with a pout.
Jaehyun is quick to take him upstairs, taking the nearest staircase, he was headed for one of the guest rooms but circled back to his parents' room last minute. Recognizing the door, Doyoung perks up, "no! We can't go in here, we're not allow-" He's interrupted once Jaehyun pulls a fist full of his hair back, only carrying him with one hand now. Doyoung winces when Jaehyun tightens his grip, "who's your master now?"
"You are, master."
"Who do you obey?"
"You, master, only you."
"Don't question me, Doyoung." Jaehyun states, a veiled warning.
Doyoung avoids his eyes, staying quiet when the door opens and is kicked closed. The room is dark, the moonlight shining through the wall to wall window. Impatient, Jaehyun presses him against a random wall. With his eyes closed and hands pressed flat against the cold surface, With his eyes closed Doyoung lets Jaehyun do whatever he pleases, hand roaming under his skirt once more, this time hooking under the sides of his panties and sliding them down. He lets the sheer fabric stay wrapped around Doyoung's knees, giving his full attention to the wetness that was waiting for him. He leans forward over Doyoung's lithe body, wrapping one hand around the back of his neck for balance while the other prods in between his legs.
"Relax, my love..." He whispers, holding his neck tighter when Doyoung starts to whimper again. The young maid can feel all of Jaehyun's erection pressing against his ass, the thought of what feels so huge penetrating him distracting him from the finger that Jaehyun inches into him. Jaehyun quickly slides another in, making sure to speed up as Doyoung juices spill out, coating his fingers.
"Master.." Doyoung mewls, feeling blood rush to his pussy, making it even more sensitive. Jaehyun fingers work him open expertly, hitting all the right spots inside of him that has him wishing for more.
Jaehyun smirks, pulling his fingers out to release his strained dick from his pants. He rubs it against Doyoung's wet pussy, gathering as much as he could to make this as painless as possible. But who was he kidding; his dick looked so long and thick against Doyoung's tiny hole, he'd almost let worry overcome him. Almost.
He aligns the tip first, noting the way Doyoung's hands claw at the wall. He decides it wouldn't do either of them any good to drag it out any longer, so with a firm hand on his neck and the other gripping his waist, Jaehyun takes a deep breath himself before forcing his way in. Doyoung flails, voice nonexistent, hands clawing at the one that holds his neck so tight. Tear sting his eyes, burning as they drip down his red cheeks.
"You're ok, you're ok, Doyoung. I've got you. Calm down..." Jaehyun assures him, leaning forward to kiss the back of his head. Doyoung sobs now, the pain pulsing through him greater than anything he's ever experienced. But he believes his master. Believes that every is ok and he has nothing to be worried about, so he doesn't fight him off the way he so desperately wants to. And he's glad he doesn't. Jaehyun moves not even a second later, the pain ever so slowly melting into pleasure.
Doyoung naturally grows to accommodate his girth, now grunting with every thrust, hands tense next to him. Jaehyun, sweat building up on his skin, yanks his shirt off with one hand, sending most the buttons flying across the floor. His breath is ragged as he thrusts into Doyoung's tight pussy, his walls squeezing around him so perfectly. Jaehyun looks up from watching his dick disappear inside of him to his maid's face. The tips of his hair fanned across his forehead wet from sweat, he stands with the side of his head pressed into glass, eyes and mouth both screwed shut. As much as Jaehyun loves the sight of him trying not to scream, he would much rather hear them.
Jaehyun slides his hand from the back of Doyoung's neck to the front, surprising the younger who instantly grabs his hands. He doesn't struggle though, just rests his hands atop his, grip tight and urgent. This gets his mouth open, rough moans escaping his lips, but his eyes remain closed.
"Open your eyes, Doyoung." Jaehyun commands, becoming smug with how quick he complied. "Look at yourself, baby. Look at how pretty you are. Aren't you pretty?" Jaehyun asks breathily.
With knitted eyebrows, Doyoung does look at himself through the mirror he was just smushed against. Black hair tousled, a sheen of sweat adorning his skin, his uniform bunched around his waist, the ruffles flowing with every snap of his master's hips. He looked absolutely sinful, a position he'd never though he'd be in. He never wanted it to stop, wanted to always feel Jaehyun inside of him and serve him fully like a good servant should.
"Mm, pretty... pretty for y-you.." Doyoung manages, whining the rest of the way as Jaehyun speeds up. His hips slap against Doyoung's ass, filling the room with obscene sounds. "S-sir..." He mumbles, feeling something foreign building up within him. He blinks profusely, attempting to warn Jaehyun. "S-sir!... Master!" Doyoung yelps before convulsing under him. Eyes rolling back in bliss, knees touching each other, feeling liquid stain his stockings. Jaehyun keeps mercilessly fucking him through it, holding him up. Eventually, Jaehyun becomes too weak to hold for much longer, slowly descending to the floor without missing a beat. Doyoung lands on his face, hands clawing at the carpet, while Jaehyun uses both hands to grip his ass cheeks, moving him back and forth to meet his thrusts.
Knees becoming sorer by the second, Jaehyun reluctantly pulls out and turns Doyoung around to pick him up. He stumbles over to the bed, dropping Doyoung on his back, skirt puffing up over his chest, showing his master everything. Doyoung holds his shaky weak knees the together the best he can. "Don't be shy, hm?" Jaehyun mumbles, gripping his knees and spreading them apart. He doesn't waste any time, sinking back into his maid in one swift thrust. Doyoung moans aloud this time, hands fisting the pressed sheets below him.
Jaehyun leans forward, forcefully pinning down Doyoung's long legs, stockings smooth under his touch. He goes deeper this time, creating a rhythm that has him fluttering his own eyes closed. He bites along Doyoung's ear, nipping along the curve of his smooth jaw. Doyoung leans his head back as much as he can, silently sobbing as Jaehyun abuses his pussy.
Jaehyun wants the young maid to look at himself and enjoy the view just as much as he is, so he reaches over, lips ghosting across Doyoung's flushed ear and whispers, "open your eyes now."
Doyoung listens, but to his surprise, staring back at him is his own reflection in the ceiling. With red tinted cheeks and lips, stained with dried up tears, lashes wet and blown out eyes, he's never seen himself like this before. Jaehyun's broad back covers his small frame fully, Doyoung eyes the way his back muscles tense while he works. "My pretty boy, so good for me... listens to me all the time..." Jaehyun murmurs absentmindedly, sitting up. Now he stares at Doyoung with dark eyes, holding his waist up to meet his pelvis in a bruising grip.
Doyoung furrows his eyebrows, mouth dropping open as Jaehyun speeds up again. He keens, pussy pulsing, body hot and Jaehyun's dick heavy within him. His hands flail, looking for something to hold onto, until they read the gold bars of the headboard. He grips them tight, mindlessly squeezing Jaehyun even tighter. Jaehyun clenches his jaw, eyes trailing down to the hard bud of nerves that was practically begging to be messed with. He thumbs at Doyoung's clit, pressing down on it hard as somewhat of an apology for the neglect.
"Master!" He cries out, voice cracking, "master! p-please, I-I'm.. there's s-something... something..." Jaehyun sighs, mind too muddled to hold it in for much longer, "I know, baby, it's ok. I promise." With his masters permission, Doyoung moans through gritted teeth, allowing himself to let go. His body writhes as he comes around Jaehyun's cock, squirting weakly. Jaehyun follows immediately after, grinding into him as deep as he could, releasing every bit of his hot sperm into Doyoung's willing hole. He doesn't pull out, not wanting to put any to waste.
Jaehyun leans forward, brushing Doyoung's hair from his face, before pressing their foreheads together. His lips ghost over Doyoung's, feeling the younger's shaky breaths fan against his. He can barely keep his eyes open, but his masters lips look so enticing from what he can see, he cannot help but to taste them. Jaehyun smiles on the inside, kissing him back just as sweet. He figures it's Doyoung's first, just like everything else he plans to do to him. He wouldn't mind staying for a while if every night ended like this. Besides, what more could an artist hope for than a sexy maid at his beck and call? The ultimate inspiration... Italy would have to wait.
"Thank you, Doyoung. You've pleased your master well." Jaehyun praises him, pecking his lips after. Doyoung tries to offer his thanks, but Jaehyun shushes him, "get some rest, my love. You still have a lot of work to do..." And Doyoung doesn't know if he's referring to the mess in the dining room or the one in between his legs, but he lets his eyes finally fall shut anyways. His erratic heartbeat calming, knowing that he's made his master proud.