Private Bar

@Pet Kim Jongin [H] // leave me out for this round cuzzins
soz for lateness

@Pet Kim Jongin [H] Based on what he knew of Jongin’s personality, shock would have been the logical reaction to what he was witnessing but to say he was shocked would be nothing short of a lie. He was more on the side of unadulterated thrill than anything else, especially when he looked over at the wounded expression on Hongbin’s face. Honestly, he had never wished any harm upon the guy, never would, and he hadn’t done anything to spite him, not even the revelation concerning Jongin’s identity. It did sweeten the moment, though, to see him like that. Now the mystery was solved as to who it was that Hongbin had spoken of at the lake and quite a few of the things that had been said made a lot more sense.

There was no Jongin to turn back to when he snapped out of his little trance, so he just walked forward, the twitch of his lips once he passed Hongbin betraying the sentiment of the comforting hand that patted the other Master’s shoulder. Circling around the room ought to be an effective enough method at finding Jongin, Zitao thought to himself; the room was set up to revolve around the stage for the night after all.

*lel young slaveeeee

@Master Hongbin Jongin's face softened the moment his lover's lips pressed against his and he couldn't help but smile just slightly despite his desire to stay in character. He did wish Zitao would pull out compliments like this when the situation wasn't stressful or negative, but Jongin was happy to take what he could get. That being said, Jongin was not even slightly inclined to play along with his boyfriend as he normally would and hence wasted no time in placing his veil back over his head once more.

He could tell that Hongbin was frustrated and confused and Jongin wanted to comfort him or apologise, but he wouldn't. Stepping right up until he was almost chest to chest with Hongbin, the young sleeve leaned up to simper;

"Jongin."

And in an instant, he disappeared. He thanked his quick feet and knowledge of the mansion for his ability to squirm through the stage area to the door leading to the kitchen, slipping through it without being noticed and immediately collecting a tray of food. Jongin liked feeling as though he held the power and the mystery in this drama of sorts, and was as confident as he had ever been when he strode out to the bar area to begin serving the food he carried.

@Master Huang Zitao [H] Shock creased Hongbin's brow as he looked between the two, his eyes open wide as their lips met in a kiss. He was so caught up in confusion that he registered few of Zitao's words. The only part that really stuck with him was the part about 'Kai' not being Kai's name. Did Kai really love this guy? True, Zitao had never struck Hongbin as an abusive man, but why else would Kai go on about him so much? People didn't fall in love in brothels. That was so cliched: something that was reserved only for novels and films.

He cleared his throat.

"Well then... what is your name?" The master set his eyes on 'Kai' as his frown grew deeper. Hongbin had never once done something to Kai that was out of his comfort zone, so he was confused as to why the younger man would fabricate an identity. Had he made up everything he had told Hongbin, or was there an element of truth to at least some of it? He felt weak to even think such a thing, but Hongbin felt a little betrayed. He genuinely liked Kai and had put a lot of effort and time into his attempts at wooing the boy. Why had he been led on?

// wow u 2 pls

@Master Huang Zitao [H] [ pls marry me ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁) ]

@Pet Kim Jongin [H] (wot?)

@Master Huang Zitao [H] [ OH MY GOD ]

@Pet Kim Jongin [H] Zitao's dark eyes shifted from the hand on his shoulder to the hand around Jongin's waist and then up to the face that owned the offending hands with a cold glare. He wasn't particularly sure how he felt, on the whole, about being dubbed 'friend' by someone who looked like he had been seconds away kissing his fiancé, since one coincidental meeting did not, in his firm opinion, constitute any sort of friendship, but it was safe to say that any feelings concerning the idea that he did happen to have at that point were not good ones.

“Yes, he is gorgeous,” Zitao said, stepping into Hongbin, looking over his shoulder at him with the same contemptible expression, only to move straight past him, to Jongin. “More so than any ring I could put on his finger; more so than any flower you could give him.” He looked directly at Jongin as he spoke and as his fingertip toured over his pet’s shoulder, along his collarbone, up over his Adam’s apple and out to the hinge of his jaw where it looped over his ear so that the veil fell from his face. “And nothing, not even all of these ‘themed-nights’ combined, can beat the luxury I feel when I look into his eyes.” Zitao said, tilting his lover’s head back and placed his lips on Jongin’s in a short but possessive kiss.

Then he turned to back to Hongbin to say, with an air of finality “He is gorgeous but his name is not ‘Kai’.” And just as he did, the flower Hongbin had given to Jongin was crushed under the boot of the same security guard that had ushered everyone into the section that they currently occupied.

@Master Hongbin [ omg lol good one cuzzin ]

Jongin was still very much locked in his character when he saw a very familiar hand snatch his flower away. A hand that was part of a pair. A pair that knew every curve and dip of Jongin's body and a pair that worked tirelessly for his happiness, no matter what it took. Jongin's stomach dropped but the Sultan's boy kept a straight face, gaze steady as Hongbin moved to reveal the man who stood behind him. He didn't move an inch as Hongbin began to chatter excitedly, clutching Jongin close despite the numerous denials he had received in the past week alone. But when Hongbin started to act as though he owned Jongin, the young slave slipped nimbly from his grasp and stood apart from both men, lowering his gaze without a word.

His heart was in his throat and all he truly wanted to do was to curl himself around Zitao and never let him go. At least then, Hongbin might give him some peace and quiet for the time being. However, a Sultan's boy would never speak up against two dominant men (especially not when one of them had been seen mere moments ago lounging with two rather pretty males)... thus Jongin remained quiet and submissive, unreadable behind his veil. It was cold in the back-room and the youngest man could feel goosebumps prickling all over his exposed flesh, the hair at his nape standing on end.

@Master Huang Zitao [H] // lol good one cuzzin and i know i keep calling kai jongin but just pretend oki

This was a new Kai. Hongbin had previously been unable to imagine a Kai other than the shy, distant one he knew from their past encounters, but this Kai was positively delicious. Warmth radiated from the hand on his chest and the master wanted nothing more than to attack the boy and make him his. He was tempting the master; all sultry and hidden behind his scarlet red veil. Everything he did only made Hongbin want him more, until his attention was stolen by the sudden movements of a foreign hand.

Not moving an inch from where he had Kai pinned, the master moved aside just slightly to address the newcomer and was surprised to see Zitao. He broke out in his biggest, brightest grin and took one hand off the wall beside Kai's head, clapping Zitao on the shoulder and laughing.

"Zitao, this is Kai, the one I told you about at the Lake? Isn't he gorgeous?" Hongbin said with pride, as though Kai was already his. "Kai, this is my friend, Zitao. I met him at the Lake and he has yet to introduce his pet to me, crazy guy." He laughed, locking an arm around Kai's waist and pulling him against his side as though they were a proud couple.

@Pet Kim Jongin [H] (lol then there's me who can't even manage a paragraph)

When she followed him, something which irritated him but didn't come as a surprise, he continued to ignore her. Even when he was whirled in another direction by the crowd backstage, following the orders of a grumpy voice, he ignored her. It was not until she grabbed his arm and dragged him in a very decided direction did he realise that she had been trying to help him. "See?" She said, pointing in the direction of a man who had Jongin cornered did he pay her any attention.
"Oh, yeah. Thanks." He said, but that was as far as the interaction went.
Jiayi, whose pout shrunk into the distance along with the rest of her, had -- probably unintentionally -- given Zitao an advantage: he stood at, and walked towards the oblivious pair from, and angle which made it impossible for them to see him until his long, pale fingers snatched the flower from Jongin's grip and tossed it over his shoulder.

@Master Hongbin Jongin's attempt at sticking to character was immediately shaken up by Hongbin's insistence to go above and beyond the call of a simple compliment. Each one bolstered Jongin's energy and enthusiasm, but he refused to let them colour his cheeks or affect his stride when he was tugged to the corner of the space they were enclosed in. The slave felt as though this was exactly the type of life he would be living if he was a sultan's boy. A life that consisted of praise and flattery; of rich and powerful men trying to woo him with splendour; a life that Jongin would never be able to handle. But the persona was still attractive to the normally quiet boy and so he smiled seductively and accepted the flower he was given. His veil slid forward to conceal his face but Jongin made no move to push it back again.

"My Lord, are you likening me to the Desert Bloom?" Jongin teased with a somewhat patronising and wholly taunting tone, twirling the stem of the bloom between his fingers as though he was contemplating tossing it away. Hongbin was a little too close for comfort but Jongin knew his character wasn't afraid of proximity so he resisted the urge to push the taller man back, merely pressing one of his hands flat to Hongbin's chest and raising a brow. "I have neither the time nor the inclination to go anywhere with you, Sultan. A flower will hardly make your attention worth my while."

[sorry it is short sorry soz]

@Master Huang Zitao [H] Hongbin couldn't help his eyes from being drawn to the movements of Jongin's hips even though he cursed himself shortly afterwards for being so weak-minded. He cleared his throat but nodded, gaze drifting back up to Jongin's face with a borderline apologetic smile.

"You dance so expressively. I've never seen anything like it. You have all of this emotion on your face and... phew, you blew me away." Hongbin rattled out, stepping closer to Jongin. "And Jongin you look... you look so beautiful. Honestly, I couldn't take my eyes off you for a minute to notice the other dancers because you stole the spotlight. Am I rambling? I know this makes you uncomfortable."

Hongbin was laughing in embarrassment when a flustered looking older man stormed through the area and told them to clear out and so he grabbed Jongin's hand, shushing him with a gesture when he looked like he was about to object, and began to tug him toward a more secluded corner of the bustling backstage area. While doing so, he took notice of the man he had met while taking a walk by the lake a month or so, and waved cheerfully to him. Perhaps the next time they spoke, he and Zitao would be able to tell Hongbin about Jongin's mysterious master. After all, he seemed to recognise Jongin.

"Did your Master come tonight?" Hongbin asked and his voice came out a little huskily. "Or are you free to come with me?" The taller man tried to seem as inviting as he could because all he wanted was at least one evening with the man he had been trying to pursue for two long months. It didn't help matters that Jongin looked so breath-taking pressed up against the wall in front of him. Hongbin suddenly remembered the gift he had brought for Jongin and proffered a small white flower that had been tucked into his turban. "The Desert Bloom. The rarest and most beautiful flower I have ever seen."

// yaaaas oki i do the writing

@Pet Kim Jongin [H] Any whose rank dictated they submit to the Master also dictated that they spent the night masquerading as a belly dancer. Their enchanting yet revealing costumes all looked the same, the only differences being that of colour, the top and the skirt that the women wore. The lacking top half of the slender newcomer's costume was the only way Zitao identified him to be male in the short second of attention he gave him. He couldn't be sure that he had actually seen a smirk flit across the face of his lover thanks to said male's body being in the way and, by the time he stood up, intent on abandoning both the slaves at his side in the kindest way possible, Jongin was gone.

Finding sidestage with little memory of the layout of the room was a task difficult enough in and of itself; add the hundred or so bodies that seemed to be standing in Zitao’s way, if they weren’t – overtly or otherwise – vying for his attention or offering him some kind of refreshment, and the task became quite bothersome. Zitao really wasn’t a fan of people or crowds. Perhaps if he had any forethought, he might have dragged along at least one of the slaves that approached him earlier in the hopes of warding off any further unwanted attention– oh, speaking of unwanted attention.

“Taozi!” This slave wore a jewelled orange top to match the skirt that flowed out with the sway of her hips as she walked. Zitao was only seconds from his goal, could see where Jongin would have exited, when the woman in orange bounced to a stop right in front of him, blocking his path. “Guess who I am!” She said, but Zitao didn’t have to guess to know that voice despite the fact that it had been almost a year since they had spoken to each other and her mask muffled her shrill tone. “Jiayi?” He asked, though there was no question to it. Next to no one else approached him with such confidence and she was the only one to speak to him in Mandarin in the house. “Yep, it’s me! You make a handsome sultan Taozi.”
“Thank you but I really must find Jongin, so if you’ll excuse me,”
“Is he still your pet? I saw him backstage with another Master.” She had to turn around to face Zitao, who had walked past her, and even then she spoke to his back. He paid her no mind, making a beeline for the backstage area where he did, in fact, find Jongin in the company of another man.

@Master Hongbin [ yep pretty much welcome to my life man ]

// urahhhhhh the suspenseeeeeeeles

@Master Hongbin When Jongin finished, chest heaving as he stared out over his captivated audience, he felt a swell of pride within himself. It was as he was searching, chin high, for his lover, that Jongin saw something he dreaded with every themed night that came around. There sat Zitao with a boy practically draped across his lap and a second one approaching with a somewhat predatory gaze. It inspired a familiar yet dull ache in Jongin's chest but he didn't falter. Tonight, he was a sultan's boy, unattainable and above the confines of emotion and attachment; thus, he merely smirked at his lover, turning on his heel and moving backstage as a swell of sensual music started up behind him.

Backstage, Jongin was greeted with the sight of a very excited looking Hongbin and couldn't help but return his smile. The older man was like an oversized puppy and there was something quite charming about his enthusiasm. Furthermore, and Jongin was loathe to admit it, he enjoyed Hongbin's praise. Verbal praise from Zitao came sparsely and when it did come it often lasted for far too short a time and Jongin couldn't help but feel a little lonely without the affirmation of the person who mattered most.

"Good evening," Jongin replied with a light laugh, folding his veil back to reveal his face, sheened lightly with sweat. His fake nose ring was coming loose so he unclipped it and tossed it on the ground- he doubted the mansion would reuse the prop. "Did you enjoy the show?" He shook his hips once or twice and the bells that hung from them tinkled pleasantly and inspired a playful quirk to his lips.

// *err I meant Kai pretend I said kai soz

@Master Huang Zitao [H] A pretty young thing dressed all in blue drifted past Hongbin, veil doing little to cover up his smile, and he handed the master a drink. Hongbin smiled charmingly and accepted it, sipping at it distractedly as the music began to pick up tempo and Jongin danced with it. He was so captivating like this that Hongbin found it difficult to believe that the boy wasn't from an Arabian era of intrigue and mystery. The veil furthered this illusion by hiding the boy's face to some extent but what Hongbin could see beneath it (the quirk of full lips and the allure of dark eyes) was verye clear.

Jongin had a killer body and he seemed to know exactly what to do with it. Hongbin found himself shaking his head in disbelief at some of the shapes the younger man managed to create with it, and found himself furthered surprised to note that he simply couldn't tear his eyes away from the boy to look at the other dancers. He couldn't even concentrate on his drink and ended up handing it back to one of the other waiters as they passed him.

The moment the performance was over, Hongbin darted around to make his way backstage in search of Jongin. He spotted him immediately and crossed to him, eyes full of boyish excitement.

"Jongin!" He called, grinning.

@Pet Kim Jongin [H] The boy in yellow fidgeted helplessly with his pants when Zitao ignored him, eyes searching the stage for Jongin. His jaw dropped when he saw him, luxurious in red, swaying his body and his arms as gracefully ever. He didn’t often get the chance to watch Jongin dance (he was particularly shy to dance for his Master) but this time he was too busy looking at Jongin to really see what he was doing, unless he focused on a specific part of him. Any kind of red was Zitao’s favourite colour to see on Jongin’s skin and his costume brought out the beautiful copper undertones of his lustrous complexion, glowing in the dim light with the effort demanded by the routine. His hands danced precise circles around his wrists until his arms were above his head, movements which lured the Chinese man’s eyes up and, when Jongin began rolling his body, his eyes slipped to the boy’s abdomen. His mood was slowly improving – until the people surrounding the stage whistled, of course. That was a buzz kill to say the very least. And in the second Zitao’s attention was stolen away Jongin moved to one of the other dancers to move with him. Unable to pinpoint exactly how he felt about such a thing he watched on, so transfixed that he didn’t notice the hands on him.

The slaves had probably been told something about moving around during performances, or to not move between Masters so as not to offend one and discourage potential clients, because the hands on Zitao belonged to the boy in yellow who had scooted closer. At first, when he sensed the Master had relaxed and would be more receptive to his advances, he simply fixed a non-existent imperfection on the shoulder of Zitao’s costume. When that didn’t work, things quickly escalated to bold touches of his neck , chest and thigh; fingertips twirling in the hair at his nape every now and then.

If he had been distractedly ignorant towards the unnamed boy when Jongin came into contact with another slave in an impossibly lewd way, then he was positively oblivious to his existence when his pet, kneeling centre stage, began to touch himself. Jongin had made his ability to tease apparent in the early days of their relationship when he put those kinds of shows on for his Master they never failed to impress, even – or perhaps more so – now, though this particular experience was a little different: tainted by the approving calls from the audience.
The music faded to a close soon after with Zitao’s jaw still hanging open and his anger persistently trying to cling to him but he was both in awe of Jongin and subliminally soothed by the hands on him.

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@Master Hongbin Jongin slunk his way to centre-stage, his veil fluttering around his arms and brushing against his chin as he moved. The stage was missing down lights and it wasn't the right height (mainly due to the fact that patrons liked to be able to touch the performers, Jongin supposed) but the young man was just pleased to have a stage to perform upon at all. He hated that he would be made an object in the eyes of his audience, but if he blocked that niggling thought out, all that was left was excitement and happiness. The choreography included plenty of sensual, provocative movements, but it also had many strenuous and difficult sequences which Jongin revelled in producing.

He blocked out everything around him and when he looked up, his eyes were lidded and inviting. Tonight, Jongin had to be the picture of unattainable seduction.

His hips began to sway and lock in time with the beat reverberating through the space as his hands slowly came up above his head in a series of gentle, rolling gestures. Simpering at nothing in particular, Jongin rolled his body once from his shoulders down to his hips and shivered as a few in the audience whistled; a hand brushing his ankle. He was completing a slow circle in perfect time to the music when Jongin noticed the young boy to his left was crying, struggling to keep up with the music and the dance. A group of Masters were picking on him relentlessly, trying to grab and fondle him.

It didn't take much for Jongin to sashay to the kid's side, taking him in his arms and prompting him to roll their bodies together. This, of course, sent the audience wild and gave the kid the cover to make his way off stage as though he had finished his 'act'. Jongin returned to his earlier place and drop to his knees, biting his lip as he began to touch his own body ever so slowly.

@Master Huang Zitao [H] Hongbin strode purposefully into the bar area with a bright grin on his face. He bowed in greeting to a few of the slaves he knew and settled at last with his back leaning against a column in the center of the room.

Hongbin loved themed nights because he was a social butterfly and because they meant Jongin couldn't escape him. Despite the fact that Jongin was a pet, he was expected to take part in these events and hence he could not escape Hongbin. Not that he had really seemed that inclined to run away anymore: the two had become closer friends.

He couldn't wait to see Jongin perform. He always spoke about dance with such passion and enthusiasm and so Hongbin was certain he had to be very good. He would make sure to let the tanned male know it as well: his master clearly didn't compliment him enough.

With a widening grin, arms folded over his partially exposed chest, Hongbin watched on in delight as Jongin emerged from behind the curtains. He was stunning as ever.

@Pet Kim Jongin [H] Zitao arrived in the elaborately decorated room, his temper barely contained by the feathered Sultan's hat that sat atop his head, and arranged himself on one of the day beds nearest the stage. He pointedly ignored the fact that the padded shoulders of his long coat made any reclined position uncomfortable. All he knew was that Jongin would be dancing. Never they mind the fact that he had a Master, who was bitterly against the idea of dangling him in front of the pack -- never they mind he was engaged. They probably didn't know. Jongin probably told them as much as he had told Zitao: nothing. The man in the red and black Sultan costume, heavy with the luxury of thick fabric, had but a vague idea of the theme and no luck in seeking details from his pet. Whether this was meant to be some kind of surprise, Zitao had no idea but he was certain that he had made his standing on these themed nights obvious.

He stared without seeing in the general direction of the stage, menacing eyes narrowed, feeling the night retreating into the day before. Extravagantly carved tables and gold platters of every kind of theme-related delicacy imaginable had little effect on his mood, though the people did. No matter how many of these he attended, no matter how many events of any sort he did attend, he never could get used to crowds, and his sour disposition steadily worsened as more and more people filed into the room in themed dress and bought drinks.

Soon the arrival of pets, servants and slaves was signaled by the jingling of jewels strung around their hips and the room lulled into a momentary silence as they all zeroed in on a Master to fawn over. To Zitao's joy, and even in spite of the foreboding mask he felt on his face, he was joined by a strong-jawed, pouty boy whose blonde hair fell over his face, unstyled, in razored layers, complemented by the yellow and gold of his costume. The nameless boy lounged beside Zitao just as a sultry strings and drums set up the rhythm that filled the air and the first performance for the night began.

When Jongin had found out that the next themed party event to be held at the mansion was 'Arabian Nights'-themed, he had simply nodded as though he knew what that meant and agreed to be a lead dancer in performances throughout the night. He rushed back to his master's rooms and found his laptop, quickly googling 'Arabian Nights' and researching what the theme required, only calling it a night when he became deeply disturbed by some of the dancing he had watched.

Themed nights were extremely important to the mansion as they were one of the few nights where servants, pets and slaves alike were on display for everyone to enjoy. Nights like these raked in cash at the bar and on the stage and often proved to be quite extravagant.

Jongin's costume fitting had consisted of him tugging at the clothes he was given whilst asking the woman who dressed him a million questions pertaining to the era he was supposed to act from. The woman ignored him for the most part until she had his outfit perfected. He would wear red silk-satin pants that bunched at the ankles and were partially covered by strings of jewels and lengths of sunset-hued cloth that were tied around his hips. His torso was bare but his arms were cuffed with gold and he wore a veil of transparent red silk that was hemmed in golden thread. A collar of gold and ruby rested weightily above Jongin's collarbones and when he looked in the mirror he found himself drawn into the intrigue of his own fictional character.

On the night of the party, Jongin was well-prepared for the wall of jeering men he knew he was about to face- he could shut them out entirely. The one reaction he did care for, however, was that of his fiancé and he wondered if Zitao had even made it to the venue yet. Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Jongin glanced around at the other slaves who would dance alongside him, dressed in yellow and orange. They appeared equally nervous, and Jongin could tell one of the younger boys was about to burst into tears. He sighed heavily.

@Master Daehyun Sungjong blushed eternally when he got up and spread his cheeks wide. He was completely and he was pretty sure he had to go through all the way like this. It was okay, it was the best thing to do if the master wanted it, and he was willing to do it. He walked after him, slightly bent down, trying not to leave too much behind him, so he walked as fast as he could.

@Slave Sungjong Daehyun smirked and wiggled his index finger, motioning for him to stand up. "You may stab when you walk although remember what I said? Spread your cheeks apart nice and wide" the older demanded before heading back out towards the door, deciding it would be best to head back to his room. Although the older waited at the door way, making sure the boy followed through correctly with the orders.