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They’re not in any hurry yet, and maybe that’s why Hyunjin is postponing getting dressed in his nice albeit stuffy suit and opts to watch Minho do it first instead. Hyunjin doesn’t have anything against suits - how could he when they look like that on Minho? - but he does find it a bit boring that it’s basically the only option without much leeway for variety when it comes to male dressing codes. At least for somewhere as fancy-pancy as Minho’s workplace, where ‘business casual’ isn’t remotely near a thing yet. It’s literally ‘business formal or stay home’.
Minho looks handsome as usual though, and no less so when he takes care to style his hair in a way he often cares little for during early mornings. He’d rather spend those couple of minutes cuddling Hyunjin in bed - at least if Minho’s own words are to be believed.
It’s nice to not have to feel sick-to-his-stomach-nervous this time around, Hyunjin acknowledges to himself. He’s only been to one of these things so far and that was in August, freshly out of college and knowing very little of the corporate world apart from the two weeks he’d spent at the publishing house at that point. He’s a little less green on that account four months later which is nothing but a relief, but Hyunjin is also four months longer into his relationship with Minho than he was at that point.
‘Relief’ isn’t exactly the right word to describe the feeling bubbling inside of Hyunjin when he recognizes that the ring on his finger and the relationship he has with Minho’s parents and closest coworkers are actual things now, which they definitely weren’t by the end of summer. They’ve been having recurring meals with Minho’s mom while her husband has taken his share of the work trips since then, meaning that she hugs Hyunjin now and she smiles when she sees the two of them together and she calls him ‘Hyunjinnie’ in a very heart-warming way. He’s even been on group outings with Chan - who works close to Minho - and his husband Changbin, sometimes also joined by Minho’s favorite intern - which is apparently something HR wouldn’t approve of if Hyunjin ever said it to anyone but Minho - who also happens to be Chan’s assistant; Jeongin.
The ring on Hyunjin’s finger is another story. No matter how many times he’s recalled and told the story he never feels like he does it justice, so he stopped trying after failing the first three times and now simply settles for “It was magical.”, “It was perfect.”, or “It was very private and intimate.”. He usually adds the fact that Minho asked Hyunjin to marry him on the anniversary of when they first met, but the detail that he rented out the same café for the night and went down on one knee pretty much as soon as Hyunjin realized that the candles and flowers and buzzing staff were all for them alone is one he’d rather keep to himself.
Felix and Yeji obviously know, and Yeji’s initial reaction had been to huff and scold - a thankfully absent - Minho for not asking her to film the whole thing seeing as she’d been there too, witnessing that first - very terrible - meeting with her own eyes. She had a point, Hyunjin conceded that much, but he doesn’t blame Minho for not thinking of that or choosing not to ask her, whichever it was. It’s not like Hyunjin will ever forget a single moment of it either way.
(Also, one of the waitresses snapped photos on her phone without their knowledge and happily shared them with them after, so Hyunjin can’t find it in him to complain about anything. It was perfect. Utterly, truly perfect.)
Hyunjin is also really glad that Minho got them matching ones, so Hyunjin got to tread the twin ring onto Minho’s trembling hand before the night was over. It wouldn’t feel right to be the only one wearing a ring like this, even though Hyunjin is far more of a jewelry person than Minho is. It makes him absurdly happy whenever he spots the gold band on Minho’s strong hands, the sleek elegance of it so fitting for the way Minho glides through life but also how he touches Hyunjin. There’s really nothing like the feeling of knowing that Minho wears the ring as a promise to him; a promise that he intends to be Hyunjin’s husband and to accept him in return. The ring is also a sign to everyone else in the world that he carries that intention, and while it may be a bit predictable of Hyunjin, he can’t deny that that knowledge gets him going like few other things in this world have the ability to.
“Oh, hyung, by the way?” he says innocently from his seat on the toilet lid, both feet and knees drawn all the way up as he watches Minho focus on his hair through the mirror.
“Mmm?”
“We’re gonna fuck in your office later, right?”
Minho starts coughing immediately, loosening his tie to tighten it anew a moment later after his coughs have subsided. Through the mirror, he shoots Hyunjin a dark look that makes his stomach swirl with anticipation.
“You’re something else,” Minho tells him as Hyunjin sidles up to take over the tie, straightening Minho’s collar before leaning back on the sink when Minho’s strong hands wrap around his waist.
“Dead serious is what I am,” Hyunjin croons, tie still in hand.
“Are you now?”
“Mmmhm,” Hyunjin hums, easily following when Minho shoves his thigh between both of Hyunjin’s naked ones and forces him to arch his back and shoulders towards the mirror. “Don’t you want the vision of your pretty, dolled up fiancé spread out over your desk the next time you sit there?”
“Hyunjinnie…,” Minho warns him in a husky tone that has Hyunjin squeezing his thighs together around Minho’s.
“We can call it ‘making love’ if you want,” Hyunjin allows, because Minho doesn’t like to phrase it as ‘fucking’ if he can help it, “but I expect you to be fast--”
Minho groans as one hand slips down to Hyunjin’s ass, creeping beneath the younger’s shirt simply to find the barely-there string of lace to be the undoubtedly only thing covering Hyunjin’s heated skin.
“--and firm--”
The hand currently feeling him up grows firm indeed, kneading at Hyunjin’s ass so much rougher than Minho ever is with any other part of him.
“--and bossy about it,” Hyunjin finishes, moaning loud enough that it echoes around the tiles of the bathroom when Minho’s teeth find his earlobe just as he slips two fingers between Hyunjin’s damp folds, hardly even bothering to adjust the flimsy material of his underwear.
“Are you sure that’s what you want, baby?” Minho asks, a lilting tone in his voice that lets Hyunjin know exactly how successful his mission has been.
“That’s what I want,” Hyunjin confirms as Minho’s nose trails down his neck, imploring him to tilt his head and let Minho bite into the junction of his shoulder. “That’s what I want, Daddy.”
Considering the noise his fiancé makes at that final card of triumph, Hyunjin grins towards the ceiling and acknowledges that he’s got Minho right where he wants him:
Wrapped around all of him, not just his little finger.
“Christening the office it is then,” Minho settles, sucking gently at Hyunjin’s collarbone as his fingers slide all the way inside before curling gently and taking Hyunjin’s breath with them as they retract again. “After you come on my fingers, you’re gonna be good and put the egg in, aren’t you, angel?”
“Oh, my God,” Hyunjin gasps as his weight shifts onto the sink rather than his buckling knees, grateful for Minho’s stern arm around his lower back as he returns with three fingers this time. “Oh, hyung, you… Really?”
“Really,” Minho murmurs, voice obnoxiously steady considering the digits he’s pumping into Hyunjin on even beats. Do they have time for this? Hyunjin has no idea. “This is the warm up, Jinnie baby. Your shaky legs and blushing cheeks will be the highlight of the event, and hopefully I won’t turn up the vibrations until you’re seated in my lap on my office chair.
“And after that appetizer,” Minho promises with a wicked grin below Hyunjin’s jaw and the teasing brush of his thumb over his clit, “I’ll make good on our deal and bend you over my desk, nice and loose, so I’ll always remember how pretty and sensitive and good you were on my cock in there.”
Hyunjin comes with Minho’s fingers expertly prolonging the shocks of lightning blasting through him, and a loud cry that’s barely muffled by Minho’s tongue taking the opportunity to lick into his mouth.
*
“People are gonna think I’m in--” Hyunjin cuts himself off with a choked moan, stumbling into Minho’s open arms as he exits the cab and the vibrating sex toy inside of him gets a new angle due to his movements. “--in fucking… heat, like a dog or something.”
“Nobody’s gonna think that,” Minho tries to assure him, but he’s sending mixed messages since he’s grinning like a child on Christmas morning at the same time. “Hold my arm, okay?”
Hyunjin grips the outstretched elbow with one hand and the much safer bicep with the other while Minho hands his card to the driver through the open window, chatting lightly and thanking him while Hyunjin squeezes his eyes shut and fights to get his breathing under control.
The egg seems to have moved into the same position from before, which is a bearable one but not forgettable by a mile. It’s not enough to actually have Hyunjin climaxing in the middle of Minho’s workplace with all his colleagues and their spouses surrounding them, so he’s not exactly worried, but he’d be lying to himself if he claimed it didn’t show. Though maybe not to complete strangers who don’t really know him and might just believe that Hyunjin is jittery, nervous… whatever. He hasn’t been to many of these events compared to some other people present. The fact that he sweats a lot is actually true as well, so he’s pretty sure they’ll be able to sell his shaky legs and blushing cheeks as Minho so gleefully pointed out before they left.
“If I start stammering,” Hyunjin warns as Minho pockets his wallet and assesses the younger’s situation, “you’re morally obligated to save me.”
“Okay,” Minho chuckles, placing his hand over one of Hyunjin’s until he realizes that he should probably retract his nails.
“And if I excuse myself to the bathroom,” Hyunjin continues, “don’t be surprised if something egg-shaped ends up in one of your pockets.”
“Okay,” Minho smiles, kissing his cheek, and for some reason the action heats said cheek even further than acknowledging the small toy does. “Anything else before we go inside?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Okay,” Minho says a final time, smiling with his whole entire face and nearly taking the remains of Hyunjin’s legs out in the process. “You look beautiful. Easily the prettiest one in the building.”
“You remember that when I’m naked in front of all these windows,” Hyunjin replies, gesturing vaguely upwards since Minho’s office is at least fifteen stories from the ground.
This time, Minho is the one groaning and making a face at the reminder of said windows while Hyunjin snickers and tugs at the older’s arm so they can go join the party.
Since it’s nearly Christmas and that’s the reason for the end-of-year event being held mid-December, Hyunjin decided that they should go for red despite the lack of dress code. Beyond the obvious ‘business formal’, that is. He finds it a little silly how they match kind of over-the-top but also isn’t sure how many options they had considering a full suit was a must. The one Minho whipped out of his closet is nearly maroon though, far beyond blood red, but it makes his eyes stand out and with black hair parted perfectly across his forehead, he looks outright delectable - even though he groaned when Hyunjin stated as much in the cab.
Hyunjin’s suit is black because he only owns this one and the light gray Minho suggested when he needed one last minute for the August event, but his silk dress shirt is close enough to the color of Minho’s suit and with matching black ties, he found they looked pretty good all things considered before leaving. Even the ribbon Hyunjin’s hair is half-tied with is of similar color, though he’s not sure how many people would have noticed that either way.
Having a black suit feels like a sensible option when one doesn’t want to stand out, Hyunjin thinks, because Minho will do that enough for both of them either way when this is his work event. A much more important factor is that the black fabric of his pants should be sensible enough to hide any potential evidence in regards to how fucking turned on Hyunjin is planning on getting tonight, not counting the restless stretching he’s doing with his free hand as they greet the doormen and head for the elevator.
It’s not the first time Hyunjin has been here, but it’s probably only the fifth or sixth. Not very often considering how they’ve known each other for over a year now, but the truth is that Hyunjin just doesn’t see much of a reason for coming here. He doesn’t often need things from Minho during the workday anyway, and texts do just fine. He also doesn’t think Minho would be upset if Hyunjin showed up out of nowhere, but there would definitely be a disruption and Hyunjin doesn’t want to be classified as such even if Minho wouldn’t necessarily mind. Meeting for lunch a couple times a month suits him just fine.
“You’re not nervous, are you?” Minho teases as they ride up to the 12th floor where large gatherings are usually held. “You know they’re gonna fawn over you as usual.”
“Changbinnie hyung’s here? I thought Channie hyung said he wouldn’t make it because of some… thing, and he’d come with Jeonginnie?”
“Yeah, but apparently Jisung’s sick so they had to reschedule the interview anyway,” Minho tells him, referring to his intern’s boyfriend who is a coworker of Changbin’s - Minho’s right hand Chan’s husband.
It sounded slightly incestuous to Hyunjin the first time around, and honestly? He’s still not convinced it isn’t. All he knows is that Changbin swoons over Hyunjin whenever they run into each other and Chan thinks it’s the funniest thing in the world while Minho always seems torn between staking his claim and joining in on the amusement. It’d be different if Changbin worked for Minho too, Hyunjin supposes, but he doesn’t. He runs a gym a few blocks away where Jisung PTs, which is how Jeongin literally stumbled face first into him after popping in with Chan to bring Changbin lunch one day. Apparently he claimed to need private sessions at one point and this sentence is a running joke since then. As they say, the rest is history.
“You’re telling me I’m going to walk around with this damn thing inside of me and the remote on your phone while Changbinnie scrutinizes me with stars in his eyes all evening?”
“I don’t think it’ll take us all evening to move our business along, Hyunjin.”
“That’s not the point, Minho.”
“Sorry,” the older chuckles, kissing Hyunjin’s - other, this time - cheek in apology before amending his mistake. “Hyunjinnie. My pretty baby.”
If Hyunjin could purr, he absolutely would.
Instead, he winds his arm around Minho’s in the proper way as the elevator comes to a stop and the doors slide open, revealing a whole bunch of people and some pretty boring music playing adjacent to the sound of a hundred conversations at once. They don’t own the entire building; no, wait, they do, but the lower floors are rented out to other companies while Minho’s family’s business runs the upper ten or something like that. As previously stated, Hyunjin doesn’t come here a lot.
He quickly spots Jeongin chatting with what Hyunjin suspects are other interns along the wall to his left, but they seem busy and Hyunjin doesn’t want to frighten the ones he’s never met so he lets Minho guide him into the maze of bodies for now. There’s still so many faces he doesn’t recognize or isn’t able to identify from the depths of his memory, but Minho knows everyone so Hyunjin isn’t too worried. He’s basically here for the drinks and to be shown off a bit and then - most importantly - get his brains fucked out on top of Minho’s desk before calling it a night.
To be honest, Hyunjin is nearly giddy enough to consider tonight a date despite the circumstances.
There’s someone in the Bible who parted the sea in order to walk across the land mass beneath, but Hyunjin doesn’t remember who. He does remember reading about it as a kid though, because the way the crowd makes room for them upon seeing Minho makes Hyunjin unexpectedly compare the two. Every single individual in the room knows Minho by name and face if not in person, and most know Hyunjin by extension as well. They’re not parting in order for him to pass through, but seeing how he’s the jewel on Minho’s arm, they might as well. If there is one thing Hyunjin is certain of when it comes to himself in regard to literally anyone else in the world, it’s that Minho won’t hesitate if anyone steps out of line.
(The only reason Changbin gets away with his silly crush is because he’s extremely happily married to the coworker Minho trusts most, along with the fact that Hyunjin has promised many times that Changbin hasn’t ever made him feel uncomfortable. It’s actually kind of cute and he reminds Hyunjin a bit of Felix, strangely enough.)
Murmured greetings are all they exchange as Hyunjin follows wherever Minho is currently leading, only coming to a halt by the far end of the room where refreshments are lining the walls and Hyunjin snatches a glass of champagne as soon as he spots one. He wouldn’t be surprised if there were actual waiters running around the place as well, but Hyunjin isn’t too much of a snob to get his own glass just yet. He turns to look at Minho in question for where to next and is met by a quiet chuckle as Minho gets another glass for himself before tugging Hyunjin with him in another direction, where he finally spots Minho’s parents chatting with another couple of similar age.
“Oh!” Minho’s mother bursts, being the first one to locate them between more groups of bodies. “Oh, hello, you two! Chan and his delightful husband were asking just a few minutes ago if you had arrived just yet.”
“I bet at least one of them were,” Minho mutters below the smile he plasters on, making Hyunjin break into a genuine one in entertainment as Minho’s voice returns to work mode and he inclines his head politely. “Hello mother, father. Mr. Yang, Mrs. Kim. I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of introducing my fiancé to you before since you were otherwise occupied for the summer event, if I remember correctly. Hwang Hyunjin, Mr. Yang and Mrs. Kim are Jeongin’s parents and dear friends of my own parents’ for the past… how many years is it now?”
“Let’s not dig into that,” Jeongin’s mother waves off with a hand, clearly charmed by Minho’s greeting and smiling broadly when she returns the polite gesture in both their direction. “Why, Hyunjin-ssi, it’s such a pleasure to finally meet in person. My son only has nice things to say about the two of you. Might I also compliment how absolutely dashing you both look tonight.”
“I could say the same to you, Mrs. Kim,” Hyunjin replies without missing a beat, smile and all. Surprisingly, he’s not bad at this part. If he thinks of socializing in Minho’s work circles as playing the role of rich trophy husband or something, it’s actually pretty entertaining. “The pleasure is all mine. Might I add the lack of surprise I would feel should you be introduced to me as Jeonginnie’s older sister instead?”
Minho jabs his elbow into Hyunjin’s side, but only playfully as the woman blushes in front of them and Minho’s mom giggles easily. The man who must be Jeongin’s father doesn’t look quite as impressed but at least Minho’s dad hides a smile the same way Minho does sometimes.
They’re at least cautiously fond of him, Hyunjin thinks, even though he doesn’t have a lot going for him in terms of impressing Minho’s parents. They quite literally have everything they could ever need apart from a married son who will provide them with grandchildren any day now, whereas Hyunjin’s existence in that son’s life will only move one of those dreams along. They’re not getting any grandchildren from him and they’re very aware of that since Hyunjin is - was; he’s upgraded since then - the first boyfriend they ever met, but it feels like they’ve thawed significantly since learning of Hyunjin’s and Minho’s engagement. It’s difficult to find a sign more indicative of a serious relationship than that, to be honest. It surely wasn’t exactly what they’d hoped for, but considering how happy Minho seems and how supportive Hyunjin thinks he’s been - and the fact that he honestly considers Minho’s parents to be good people - he feels like things will turn out alright.
They chat for a bit, all politeness and manners and grace that are part of Hyunjin’s character and not really him, but he understands that this role is important. He would never want to embarrass Minho or his family, and taking the time to be introduced to certain people and charm their blushing wives is - apparently - important. It’s nowhere near as fun as what comes later tonight, but Hyunjin will persevere.
Besides, the buzzing of the egg isn’t too bad as long as he’s standing still. It’s not very distracting if he compares the sensation after an hour and a half with the first ten minutes, and he didn’t really think that Minho would make it any harder on him either by upping the intensity. At least not until they’re in the elevator heading towards his office.
*
They quickly find Chan and Changbin after bidding the older generation a good evening until they next run into each other, and while hugging isn’t exactly the proper way to greet someone at an event like this, Changbin clearly doesn’t care as he tugs Hyunjin towards him and all but squeals his name. It’s not like they met last week or something.
“I can’t take you anywhere,” Minho scolds teasingly after Changbin has flirted unabashedly with Hyunjin for the past fifteen minutes before Minho finally suggested he go refill their glasses and Chan followed with a not-very-apologetic look. “First you flirt with Jeongin’s mother and then Chan’s husband flirts with you. Wreaking havoc on this company is what you’re doing with that pretty face of yours.”
“Are you jealous?” Hyunjin teases back, clinging to Minho’s arm with batting eyelashes while Minho looks back at him with amusement shimmering in his eyes. “Hyung wants me all to himself, hmm?”
“Sure does,” Minho murmurs, catching Hyunjin’s hand and tangling their fingers together so their engagement rings will line up briefly. “I do think I could get away with kissing you in front of all these people, but my better judgment is telling me not to test that theory.”
“So what you’re saying is that you should take me somewhere else to kiss me?” Hyunjin asks angelically.
“What I’m saying is that I think I have the time to get you a bit… eager for it first.”
The vibrating egg tucked away between Hyunjin’s sensitive walls suddenly makes itself known again as he pays attention to it, exhaling a slow breath and closing his eyes while Hyunjin mentally prepares himself for a higher setting. If Minho wants to play with him, he can, because he’s the one with the app installed on his phone and a trembling mess in his arms in a room full of people. It’s not like he wouldn’t shut it off if Hyunjin asked him to, but that’s not the point. The point is that every part of Hyunjin needs to belong to Minho by the end of the night or he will deem tonight a failure, because he wants that. He wants everyone to see him on Minho’s arm, with Minho’s ring on his finger, and he honestly wouldn’t mind if anyone saw him be led upstairs towards Minho’s office as well. So what if it was Hyunjin’s idea? It’s the end result he’s after.
“Ten minutes?” Minho asks during a kiss to Hyunjin’s temple. His posture must really be lacking. “Can you bear with me, beautiful?”
“If you handle any conversation that may arise during those ten minutes,” Hyunjin states, to which Minho mumbles a steady ‘of course’ before sneaking his arm around Hyunjin’s middle, rubbing gently at his stomach. Were they in private, Hyunjin wouldn’t have been able to contain his whimper.
He doesn’t look as Minho fishes his phone out of one of the pockets lining the inner seam of his blazer, only recognizes the movements but chooses to focus on Minho’s palm against the fabric covering the left half of his tummy. It takes so long that he’s tempted to open just one eye to check what Minho might be doing on his phone while torturing him like this, but the egg gives one buzz as warning before settling into another, slightly faster rhythm inside of him. It’s still vibrating evenly rather than in one of the many patterns that Hyunjin quite likes, but would most likely struggle more with. It’s easier knowing what to expect and trying to cope with the stimulation when it’s constantly doing the same thing.
“Okay?” Minho asks quietly, rubbing Hyunjin’s stomach more firmly.
Only now does he realize that Minho is actually giving an excuse for more inappropriate things to come; a plausible escape should anyone question their departure in a few minutes, but also an excuse to press down on Hyunjin’s lower stomach where the toy is buzzing away inside of him. If Hyunjin isn’t mistaken, he’s pretty sure the battery on this thing stretched to five hours or something equally ridiculous. It’s not like Minho would’ve ever contemplated getting the budget version.
Breathless - speechless - Hyunjin nods, torn between leaning into the pleasant weight of Minho’s hand against him and leaning onto Minho’s shoulder where he can safely hide his face away.
That would be inappropriate, though. Visibly inappropriate, that is. They’re already being inappropriate and no reasoning Hyunjin attempts to create inside his own brain will be able to deny that, just like he’s coming to understand that this level of vibrations won’t be so easily dismissed no matter what he does; stand, walk, or carry conversation. Hyunjin feels very finished with the first part of the night, and wonders if Minho checked the time and then wonders if he’s going to be truthful about the ten minute mark.
He’ll ask that later, Hyunjin decides.
“Jinnie baby,” Minho says, shifting slightly to position himself more in front of Hyunjin before tilting his chin up in a clear request for Hyunjin to meet his eyes. “Hi there. They’re coming back with drinks.”
“Okay,” Hyunjin whispers, wetting his lips. He stares at Minho’s, so pink and plush and utterly kissable, and that’s the only reason why he notices Minho’s tongue darting out to lick his own lips a moment later. “I…”
No more words come out which is understandable considering how Hyunjin’s mind is at a total loss for them, but he manages a nod before straightening up again and draws a shaky breath as he senses Chan and Changbin returning to where they’re standing.
“A drink for the gentleman,” Changbin proclaims sweetly, smiling widely as he hands one glass to Hyunjin - who can only hope he won’t spill any of it - before turning to Minho with another, “and one for the man.”
“The epitome of grace,” Minho says dryly, and when his arm settles back around Hyunjin’s waist to pull him closer, the younger’s glass does slosh an awful lot. After a second, he feels a few drops on his index finger where the champagne must have escaped its confinements.
“Oh,” he exhales, lifting his hand to show Minho more out of habit than anything else.
After sweeping the glass with a confused gaze, Minho’s eyes widen with understanding as he presumably finds the liquid reflected by some of the many bright lights in the room. Rather than wiping it away with a napkin or his sleeve or something else that would be completely logical, Minho lowers his head to fit his lips around the length of Hyunjin’s index finger to remove the stray drops, as one might remove the sting of a paper cut.
Hyunjin stares at his fiancé while Minho raises his head to a normal level and licks his lips, barely hiding his smirk as he watches whatever expression must be on Hyunjin’s face. Suddenly, Hyunjin feels acutely aware of the vibrator Minho told him to use tonight and only raised the settings on a minute ago.
“Well,” Chan says on Hyunjin’s left, clearing his throat. “I suppose that’s one way to do it.”
“You should’ve asked me, Hyunjinnie,” Changbin pouts.
“It was expensive,” is all Minho says before taking a sip out of his glass for once.
Saying absolutely nothing, Hyunjin raises his own flute to his mouth for a much needed swig. He thinks he downs half of it in one go, making Minho grin knowingly while Chan and Changbin eye them with suspicion.
“I’m sensing some tension,” Chan tells them, eyes darting between Minho and Hyunjin.
“It’s sexual,” Changbin adds, which makes Hyunjin laugh a little hysterically.
His laughter is also more than a little breathless, but he thinks he can get away with that. As long as he doesn’t start panting or moans out loud, it should be fine, right? Hyunjin thinks he can manage that even though it would be a stretch to call himself convinced.
“My fiancé does look terribly handsome tonight, doesn’t he?” Minho hums beside Hyunjin, hand returning to rest over his stomach. “At this point, I think every color is Hyunjinnie’s color.”
“You’re not wrong about that,” Changbin agrees with a saluting gesture of his champagne flute. “Too pretty for a place like this, anyway.”
“Definitely,” Minho says, low in his throat, and Hyunjin squeezes his thighs together while praying that no one catches him.
When Chan finally diverts the conversation from things that make people stare at Hyunjin, it’s to ask Minho about certain people he (they) might have run into yet. This is an absolutely terrible reminder of the fact that Hyunjin isn’t done socializing for the night, but at this point his underwear is drenched enough to make him consider a detour to Minho’s office first and a continuation of the socializing later. He has no doubt that neither of them will appear as put together as when they arrived, but frankly, Hyunjin doesn’t care about that. It is hot in here too, isn’t it? What difference does it make if he flusters and flushes a bit more the longer the night drones on?
After a while, Hyunjin stops wondering whether ten minutes have passed or not. They clearly have, considering Minho snatched two more flutes from a waiter passing by a moment ago, and Hyunjin tries his best to contribute to the conversation but he’s truthfully nowhere near the outstanding performance he put on when they greeted Minho’s parents. He’s simply himself and trying to survive that state of existence at this point, without drawing too much attention to himself. His suspicions about the clock ticking away are ultimately confirmed when Minho holds him tighter, kisses his burning cheek, and whispers a quiet ‘so good for me’ that has Hyunjin making a pained face.
This must be noticeable because next thing he knows, Minho is talking about a stomach ache that Hyunjin doesn’t have and how it’s been bothering him all day but he was so sweet for insisting on coming regardless, even though his appetite has failed him. No one mentions the nearly three glasses of champagne Hyunjin has had since arriving, but frankly, that’s nobody’s business anyway.
Minho has just started to excuse them when two men Hyunjin doesn’t recognize approach them, seemingly coworkers without dates from what he can tell of the change in dynamics, but Minho is firm. He greets them, introduces Hyunjin who bows politely and ignores whatever they do in return, and then states that they were going to get some fresh air but the new people are welcome to rely on Chan for whatever it is that can’t wait until Monday.
With those words, Minho bids everyone goodbye so Hyunjin makes sure to incline his head once more, shooting Chan and Changbin a genuine smile as he tells them that they’ll catch them later before giving in to his relief and only barely stopping himself from skipping on their way to the elevator. He can tell that people are watching them head out, eyes flickering from their recognizable faces to Minho’s tightly wrapped arm and familiarly placed hand steadying Hyunjin as they walk, but he hadn’t expected anything else. Minho is the equivalent of a Crown Prince around these circles, and Hyunjin?
Hyunjin is the only one he kneels for.
*
Minho’s office honestly isn’t as spacious as Hyunjin had anticipated before coming here the first time, likely imagining something out of a drama - or ten - he’s seen in his days. Despite that the room is easily the size of their living room, the desk in some dark wood is indeed large, the black and swirling chair seems very comfortable, and there is indeed a dresser along one wall, containing spares of everything should Minho need them for any reason. On top of the essentials, Minho’s office is furnished with two couches, a few extra chairs, and a deceivingly plain-looking rectangular table in between for when Minho receives whomever here rather than inside one of the many conference rooms. Hyunjin knows this because he really was curious when Minho first invited him during the summer, and it was his idea Minho get a mini fridge so he’d stay hydrated since the older is pretty bad at interrupting whatever he’s doing for something as trivial as water.
It’s definitely Minho’s idea to lead Hyunjin over to his chair on the other hand, rolling it out pointedly before turning it one-handedly and depositing Hyunjin with the other so he’s facing the massive windows depicting a regular December Seoul evening on the other side of the glass. Then it disappears as Minho places both hands on the armrests and leans in to capture Hyunjin’s dazed mouth in a filthy kiss, making him moan in no time as the egg inches closer and closer to Hyunjin’s sweet spot the more he wriggles.
Minho kisses him like he’s been pacing himself for hours and has finally been given the green light, which Hyunjin supposes isn’t too far from the truth. All his focus is centered around trying to match Minho’s eagerness while not slipping out of the chair and becoming the puddle he fears he’ll melt into fairly soon.
“Hyung,” he tries, only half-choked. “Minho hyung, please, can I…? Can you…?”
“Tell me, baby,” Minho implores, stealing another kiss during Hyunjin’s breathlessness. “Do you want hyung to undress you, hmm? Do you want me to take it out?”
“Want you,” Hyunjin manages to whine, fumbling hand reaching blindly for Minho’s tie and yanking at it when he finds it. “You promised. You said you would.”
“What did I promise, sugar?”
Hyunjin whines louder, too impatient to fully enjoy how Minho is dragging this out. How he’s dragging the words out of Hyunjin, more accurately, who barely feels like he’s aware of what he’s saying.
“Bend me over,” he demands, staring at the lower half of Minho’s face as a smirk takes control of it. “Fuck me. I don’t care if they hear.”
“I do,” Minho coos, pushing Hyunjin’s head all the way into the chair when he moves closer. “They’ve already been staring at you all night. I’ll be damned if anyone else hears the sounds you make for my ears alone, Hyunjin-ah. You’re all mine. Don’t tell me you forgot that part?”
“All yours,” Hyunjin echoes, the only words on his mind. “Please, hyung. Do something. Please.”
“Kiss me,” Minho tells him, so Hyunjin exhales unsteadily and does exactly that, letting Minho’s warm breath fill his lungs before his tongue starts playing with Hyunjin’s.
A moment later, swift fingers start undoing Hyunjin’s dress pants and he moans helplessly when he realizes that he’s getting much closer to what he wants. Lifting his hips off the seat isn’t easy, but Hyunjin manages with the help of both palms on either side of his thighs and a fiancé who is quick to pull the fabric from underneath him.
If Hyunjin had been standing, his legs would surely have given out when his brain registers the fact that Minho is not only bending to unlace Hyunjin’s fancy shoes and relieve him off his pants; no. Minho is actually getting on his knees, multi-million won suit indirectly dirtied by the floor as he calmly undresses the younger - kissing both of his knees as he does - before looking back at Hyunjin with a gleam in his eyes as Minho loops both arms around Hyunjin’s lower back and hoists him closer to the edge of the seat.
The probability of spontaneous combustion at any given moment might be low, but it’s never zero.
“I’ll make it quick if you want,” Minho teases, kneading Hyunjin’s thighs with both hands, “but I’m not taking the egg out until these gorgeous legs of yours are threatening to choke me.”
“Fuck,” Hyunjin pants, squeezing both his eyes and thighs since he can’t separate all his limbs from one another.
“Later,” Minho replies, using his broad shoulders to part Hyunjin’s legs further before diving in. He moans before Hyunjin even gets his lips to part.
After getting over the initial shock of pleasure - there might have been an exclamation of some kind as well - Hyunjin can’t help but peek beneath one eyelid. The curiosity is killing him, the visceral need to know what Minho looks like right now taking him over, and he whines faintly before giving in.
His hands find Minho’s hair immediately, trying to stick to the back where it’s damp against the older’s neck but unsure if he succeeds. It’s hard to concentrate when the egg vibrates ceaselessly inside of him and Minho eats him out so good right outside, all the while skyscrapers and stars and moving dots that must be airplanes filled with tiny people are all blurring before Hyunjin’s eyes. Existing on another plane entirely is the description that comes to mind, because Hyunjin has never felt like this before. Everything is pleasure, he feels warm and taken care of, and the height is reminiscent of the rest of the world being very far away when Hyunjin and Minho are actually the only two people who matter in the universe.
“Minho,” he gasps, ignoring the sweat that’s building beneath his button-up. “Minho, God, you… Fuck. Fucking hell.”
“Mmm,” Minho hums in reply, or something along those lines. It’s hard to tell when he refuses to tear off Hyunjin’s pulsating heat for even just a second, fingers digging into the tops of Hyunjin’s thighs as the toy continues to vibrate against his sensitive walls, all but aching for more.
“Minho,” Hyunjin tries again, unsure if he’s even capable of shaping an entire sentence as long as Minho keeps going. “Hyung, I’m… Oh, God, I’m gonna come so hard.”
He finishes on a shrill whine, too distracted to actually feel the mortification which Hyunjin ultimately decides is a good thing. The droplets of sweat on his forehead, the campfire at the bottom of his stomach, and the nerve endings inside his body all focusing on one area are barely keeping him coherent as it is; all courtesy of his fiancé.
Nothing and no one works harder than Minho does, so when he yanks Hyunjin’s hips nearly off the seat of the chair - Minho’s office chair - in order to get his mouth all over Hyunjin and his tongue prodding at his folds without actually making it all the way inside to where the egg is steadily buzzing Hyunjin’s mind away… He thinks that’s Minho’s name coming out of his mouth, along with a mix of general sex noises and ‘hyung’ and ‘please’ and ‘oh my god’, and then Hyunjin covers the entire lower half of his face with his hand as Minho’s divine mouth brings him all the way to the edge and doesn’t hesitate to push him over it.
Hyunjin shakes apart on the chair, twitching violently and sweating through his shirt as Minho holds his hips in a steady grip, licking and kissing and kissing and licking as he struggles to catch his breath again. Sometimes, it gets like this. Sometimes Minho is like a man possessed and Hyunjin has to physically nudge him away for him to get the hint and allow a break, during which his fiancé usually wants kisses instead. Like a puppy or something; if his toy is taken away he needs to get attention elsewhere.
It’s sweet simply because Minho is so genuine like this, but also because Hyunjin isn’t convinced that Minho’s inhibitions drop like this and he allows himself to be fully immersed for his own pleasure in many other areas of his life, current or past. Knowing Minho, he’d definitely remind Hyunjin that being together like this is meant to bring him pleasure as well, which it very obviously does, but it’s not the same thing. Minho getting caught up and making small noises and holding Hyunjin so tightly when he isn’t doing anything simply makes Hyunjin’s heart ache for how dear Minho really is to him.
“I love you,” he mumbles, reaching blindly downwards until Minho’s cheek is in one hand and his fingers pried off of Hyunjin’s thigh in the other. “‘Need you. Please turn… turn it off. ‘Wanna feel you, hyung.”
“Yeah?” Minho asks in a husky voice, licking his lips before grinning up at Hyunjin from where he’s kneeling on the floor. “Baby wants more, hmm?”
“Want you,” Hyunjin enunciates clearly, curling his fingers around Minho’s over his bare leg. “I want you, Minho.”
It’s not really the mood Hyunjin thinks they were going for, but he can’t bring himself to mind when Minho visibly softens in his hands and the grin melts into a happy albeit amused smile.
“Me, hmm?” he coos, leaning in to kiss Hyunjin’s wrist briefly. “Let me take it out then, yeah? So you can have your way?”
Hyunjin nods immediately, relaxing and then making the effort of relaxing more so Minho’s careful fingers can reach for the bottom end of the buzzing egg and pull it out without causing Hyunjin any further overstimulation. He waits patiently for the older to pull his phone out of an inner pocket of his blazer and the egg to go consequently quiet in his hand. A snort rips through Hyunjin when Minho throws him a tacky wink before stuffing the damn thing into another one of his pockets, just like that.
“You’re still dressed,” Hyunjin comments, because he only now realized it. He can feel the frown shape on his forehead. “Take it off!”
“Take what off?” Minho grins.
“Everything!” Hyunjin pouts, going for Minho’s tie immediately. He lets him. “You’re going to ruin the suit, hyung, you have to take it… all off.”
He’s focused as he works through Minho’s outfit; the tie goes first, thrown haphazardly onto the floor, and then Hyunjin unbuttons Minho’s shirt a little too violently to be called careful. Maybe if he didn’t feel like his skin was on fire and he needed Minho’s to put it out, he’d be slightly more composed. ‘Rushed’ or ‘impatient’ are the only two words that come to mind as Hyunjin pushes Minho’s blazer and shirt off his shoulders in one go, realizing that Minho must’ve helped with the cufflinks since Hyunjin can easily toss it all over the an armrest next to him.
“Your turn,” Minho tells Hyunjin once he’s had approximately two seconds to appreciate his fiancé. “Undress for me, yeah? You wanted the vision if I remember correctly.”
“I’m a vision either way,” Hyunjin huffs as he does as asked, wondering half-heartedly if he would’ve said that in a normal setting at home.
The reply he’s expecting doesn’t come, rather Minho’s mouth finds his and pushes Hyunjin back into the seat from the force of Minho’s kiss, Hyunjin mumbling incoherently and managing to slide his hand into the older’s hair to hold on. Whichever button he was trying to undo is momentarily forgotten as Minho licks his mouth open, nibbles on his lower lip, and then dives back in as if on a mission to transfer the taste of Hyunjin back into his body.
It’s obscenely sexy, and Hyunjin moans thereafter.
Thankfully Minho’s hands seem free and Hyunjin feels the fresh air hit the bare skin of his chest soon enough. He moans breathlessly one more time, though this one mostly in relief. The fabric is easily shrugged off of him with some additional help from his fiancé, and then Minho actually does bend to unlace the shoes from Hyunjin’s feet before slipping them all the way out the ends of his pants.
“Help me,” Hyunjin requests, holding both hands out when the coast seems clear to stand, apart from the tiny detail that his legs aren’t exactly steady. Rather than take them as they are, Minho grabs Hyunjin’s forearms while placing his own inside his palms so Hyunjin can get the hint and gain a stronger grip.
“Okay?” Minho asks as he backs up, drinking in the sight of Hyunjin’s naked body in a way that still feels a little bit weird considering the change it’s been through over the past months, but not weird enough to make him uncomfortable. On top of that, Hyunjin suspects that part of it has to do with the fact that he’s naked in a sort of public space, even though Minho locked the door behind them.
“Yeah,” Hyunjin exhales, following pliantly when Minho guides him over to the near-empty desk and helps him sit on the wooden surface, crowding him instantly so Hyunjin can throw his arms around Minho’s middle and hug him close, breathing in the mixed scent of body wash and cologne and Minho himself. “Mm. Yeah. ‘Love feeling you like this.”
“That makes two of us,” Minho murmurs into his hair, tucking some of it behind Hyunjin’s ear as he slowly runs his hand across the younger’s shoulder blade. “Did you want to lie down like this? On your back?”
Hyunjin shakes his head, already bubbling with anticipation and desire as his face grazes Minho’s chest with each movement. No, he’s going to turn around soon. In a second. He just needs this fix to tide him over until they’re done and back to cuddling again.
“Hyunjinnie,” Minho coos, even softer than before. “Did you change your mind, angel?”
“No,” Hyunjin immediately denies, shaking his head again, faster. “No, I just meant I’ll turn around rather than get on my back. In a minute.”
“In a minute?”
“A minute,” Hyunjin sighs in delight, mouthing at Minho’s pecs as he does. Judging by the way Minho’s body presses closer to him and an airy noise leaves his fiancé, Hyunjin thinks it’s safe to say that his initiative was appreciated. “‘Just have to… have to kiss you before I can’t.”
He does, trailing his mouth across Minho’s clavicles and the dip of his throat as well as from one armpit to the other, kissing and biting and sucking gently at the taut skin and with more intent whenever his lips brush the darker shade of Minho’s nipples. It’s a shame that the older isn’t as talkative as Hyunjin is since he doubts that he would have minded that even a bit, but he’s been with Minho long enough now that he recognizes the non-verbal signs that are far more telling than whatever words Minho does or doesn’t say.
Whenever his hand cups around Hyunjin’s neck is one, for example; a gesture too possessive and suggestive for their everyday touches. There’s also the stutter in Minho’s breath even though he isn’t actually saying anything or making any particular sound; he’s letting Hyunjin know how affected he feels despite that. Of course, Hyunjin couldn’t forget about how needy Minho gets for his kisses, and how Hyunjin more often than not ends up laughing whenever he’s trying to focus because it’s so evident how eager Minho gets to kiss him as soon as he’s the slightest bit fired up and this isn’t something that Minho holds back on, at least.
Without thinking twice about it Hyunjin lets his hand slip into the back of Minho’s dress pants, beneath his underwear, to grab at him and get this show on the road. As soon as Minho’s body stutters and he tries pressing closer, Hyunjin retracts his hand and lets it join the other as he deftly undoes said pants.
It’s not like he’s a rookie when it comes to Minho’s body, whether touching it or baring it.
“There we go,” he mutters when the rustle of fabric accompanies the sensation of Minho’s skin beneath his palms. “Yes.”
“Happy?” Minho huffs, breathy and amused, as he often is by trying to keep up with Hyunjin’s antics.
Then he groans into the empty office when he registers the tight fist Hyunjin has wrapped Minho’s rock-hard length in, pleased to have his long fingers reach all the way around so his thumb can busy itself with teasing the flushed head and slit at the very top. Minho’s hips move on their own accord, or at least so Hyunjin presumes because a breathless laugh leaves him at the lack of rhythm as soon as Minho starts moving before him.
“I don’t think I’m the only one who’s eager,” Hyunjin comments playfully, tilting his head back to grin at Minho as he continues jerking him off. Part of him wouldn’t mind getting on his own knees and boosting Minho’s need for Hyunjin further by taking him into his mouth, but the need in Hyunjin’s own gut that’s telling them to hurry the fuck up ultimately wins.
“The desk is gonna leave marks on the floor before I’m done with you,” Minho says, dark and sexy, so naturally Hyunjin moans in excitement and lets his head fall back while strands of hair brush his shoulders.
“Do it,” he orders, watching Minho’s hungry eyes fly across Hyunjin’s naked body with an increasingly bubbly and hot wave building inside of him. “Make sure I can’t walk back downstairs and look a single person in the eye.”
“Hyunjin,” Minho growls, capturing his lips in a rough, probably bruising kiss that answers any question Hyunjin might’ve had before his head went empty. He usually prefers when Minho is soft and playful, calling him ‘Hyunjinnie’ and ‘Jinnie’ and ‘baby’ and a bunch of other silly pet names, because when he calls him like that, it makes Hyunjin’s stomach swirl nervously. Luckily, this time that was kind of the effect Hyunjin was hoping for.
In the end, Hyunjin doesn’t have time to rip himself away and turn around before Minho does those things for him. He opts for catching his breath as his torso stretches out across the wooden desk instead, already panting before Minho has barely touched him. The manhandling does it for him though, Hyunjin can’t deny that. Minho’s firm hands guiding him this way and that are so fucking sexy that there’s no way Hyunjin’s body can produce enough brain cells to keep up with the rate he’s losing them.
Minho doesn’t ask before entering him from behind like this, but he has Hyunjin’s waist in an iron grip and their legs are pressed together practically all the way and he has this awful tendency to tease Hyunjin before giving him what he actually wants. By ‘awful’ Hyunjin means a mixture of the words ‘excruciating’ and ‘delicious’, but he usually keeps that knowledge to himself. Today Minho’s method of choice is rubbing himself along Hyunjin’s - very wet - folds and making sure to bump the tiny bundle of nerves that has Hyunjin jolting across the piece of furniture and whining into the rest of the room.
“Hyung,” he starts, torn between deciding whether pleas or threats will make him most successful when his breath gets stuck in his throat and a loud gasp is all that leaves him.
“There we are,” Minho sighs, now grabbing the other side as well so Hyunjin’s middle is all but swallowed up by Minho’s strong hands. “Fuck, baby, the slacking I would do if you came ‘round here more often after this.”
“Is that a promise?” Hyunjin chokes out.
“You’d know the answer if you saw yourself right now, sugar.”
Preening, Hyunjin’s flat torso stretches out over the wooden surface while his ass wiggles back into Minho’s hips, a clear indication for him to speed things up rather than memorize Hyunjin’s presence while standing still. He rubs up on his fiancé a few more times, pleased by the heavy drag of Minho’s thick length filling him up so good while the older makes a breathy noise where he’s standing.
“Don’t get soft on me now,” Hyunjin warns, grinning when he hears Minho’s brief puff of laughter. “Make it count, Minho.”
“That’s not what you call me though, baby, is it?” Minho replies, quicker than Hyunjin would have anticipated. His heart pounds against the desk holding him up.
“Fuck me,” Hyunjin breathes, registering how Minho’s hands tighten on his skin and tug him the smallest bit backwards. “Please. ‘Need everyone to know you’re mine. Hyung, please fuck me.”
“That’ll do,” Minho praises quietly, trailing one hand up the ridge of Hyunjin’s spine before grabbing his hair for a second, though fairly gently before taking the same path back down to hold his middle. Breathing is so hard to remember when Hyunjin can’t see Minho behind him, making it harder to predict his next move.
It turns out rather quickly that Minho must be on the same page regarding how this is going to go; fast, hard, and kind of nasty. Not the way they usually have sex, but definitely not unheard of. Just because both of them can get kind of sappy… and like to cuddle… and kiss… and help each other breathe air into their lungs… doesn’t mean that it has to be like that every time… right? Hyunjin likes this too - no doubt about it - and judging by how Minho’s composure has been slipping ever since Hyunjin made the suggestion inside the bathroom at home, he’s not too worried about his fiancé’s sentiments.
“Oh, God,” Hyunjin pants into the wood, grabbing the opposite edge with both hands to keep himself somewhat steady as Minho sets a fast pace, stealing Hyunjin’s breath quicker than he can make his lungs work. “Fuck, Minho hyung, that’s… oh, that’s so good.”
“Baby,” Minho groans, probably leaving permanent fingerprints on Hyunjin’s hips, “what do you think about… about a nap after this and then I’ll… fuck, then I’ll come back with some snacks and we go another round, yeah?”
“Please,” Hyunjin whines immediately even though he’s not sure if he’s begging for that specific scenario or for Minho to keep thrusting into him at this incredible rate. “Oh, my God, yes, please, don’t… hyung, don’t stop.”
Another breathy noise leaves the fiancé behind him before Hyunjin registers a brief pause and then a change of angle; one that has Minho’s hands pushing the lower part of Hyunjin’s back into the desk and making him arch on pure instinct, crying out loudly and probably unmistakably as Minho presses deeper inside of him and it feels so fucking good.
His head spins as Hyunjin manages to get his arms down, using both elbows and forearms to stabilize himself as his head hangs between his shoulders and Hyunjin pants unevenly, almost matching Minho’s delicious thrusts into him but not quite. Thanking his lucky stars that there shouldn’t be a single person on this floor - or the one below - besides the two of them, Hyunjin decides to focus a little less on keeping quiet and a little more on doing what feels right at the moment.
“Harder,” he requests, tipping his head back and letting the grin take over his face when Minho immediately leans in to nose at his jaw, hot breath making goosebumps protrude across Hyunjin’s back. The next thing he knows, Minho’s hand is taking Hyunjin’s chin and turning it sideways for a damp, messy kiss that would take Hyunjin’s breath away if he had any left.
“What was that?” Minho hums onto his lips before tickling Hyunjin’s tongue with his and promptly making him forget the question, Minho sighing into Hyunjin’s mouth as he tastes him thoroughly before deeming himself satisfied. “What’d you say, my Jinnie baby?”
It takes him a moment, Hyunjin only capable of whining and rocking his hips backwards while Minho patiently waits for his brain to send legible waves again.
“Harder,” Hyunjin repeats, unsure if Minho actually didn’t hear or if he just wants Hyunjin to work for it. Both of which are fine, he quickly finds. “‘Want you to, mmm-- go harder, hyung.”
“Yeah?” Minho asks quietly, biting down on Hyunjin’s lower lip until he’s whining again and having a really hard time deciding in which direction to lean. “Is that how you ask nicely, you sweet little thing?”
“Please,” Hyunjin exhales, closing his eyes as Minho kisses the corner of his leaking mouth. “Please, Daddy. I want you to go harder. I really… ‘d really like that.”
“Of course you would,” Minho taunts, kissing up Hyunjin’s cheekbone to his sweaty temple. “What my baby wants, he always gets, hmm?”
“Please,” Hyunjin echoes since he’s not taking any chances tonight. Minho noses down his neck before kissing Hyunjin’s spine, and somehow, inexplicably, that feels like victory.
When Minho’s hands ghost across his skin to curve low on Hyunjin’s hips and the older returns to full height behind the desk, Hyunjin knows he’s won the imaginary battle. A breathless laugh exits his lungs before Hyunjin has the presence of mind to cross his arms above his head to rest his forehead atop, and then Minho moves as instructed. The desk actually scrapes across the floor this time, not as loud as Hyunjin had silently feared but definitely tangible enough to someone currently resting a majority of their weight on it. It’s a shame and also the opposite that Minho has a strange distaste for carpets.
The thoughts disappear right out of his head as soon as they arrive though, Hyunjin far more occupied with drooling into his forearms and switching between wet whimpers and stuttered whining noises when Minho does him so good, just like Hyunjin knew he would. When their skin nearly slaps together on every meeting and Minho’s breaths are arrhythmic exhalations behind him - then Hyunjin knows it’s pretty damn good for his fiancé as well.
“Just like that,” Hyunjin moans, keening loudly as Minho yanks him back into another set of rough thrusts that Hyunjin kind of wonders if he could feel in his throat should he concentrate on it. “Fuck, Minho--”
“Nuh uh,” Minho warns, never letting up on the forceful thrusts he moves in as he uses Hyunjin’s body to both of their advantage. “You’re in my office, Hyunjinnie. No disrespect is tolerated in here. Not even from you.”
“Hyung,” Hyunjin cries before he can stop himself, pressing his face into the pool of saliva on his forearm to muffle his own desperation for a second, hiding how much this is doing for him. Not too much success with that, he’s certain, but still. “God, this is… ‘s so good. ‘Feels so good, hyung, please, please, don’t… Don’t stop, Daddy, please don’t stop. ‘Feels so good.”
“It does, doesn’t it?” Minho thankfully seems to agree, placated. “It’s a good thing you’re so well-behaved, Hyunjinnie. ‘Told me just how you wanted it, didn’t you? Made it so much easier for me to take care of you. My good boy.”
Familiar fingers slide into Hyunjin’s hair, guiding his face upwards despite how absolutely broken his voice is when he chokes out some kind of response that doesn’t nearly resemble words but must be good enough for Minho. His hand is gentle yet insistent as he holds Hyunjin’s head for a few moments, some husky, breathy groans leaving him in the meantime, and then Minho lets go in favor of cupping the side of Hyunjin’s neck, coming ‘round to grip his jaw and then his chin, eventually ending up with his fingers so wet that Hyunjin really should’ve foreseen the two fingers that dip into his mouth, soft pads pushing his tongue down.
Minho’s hands aren’t the biggest, but they always deliver. His palm guides Hyunjin backwards by the chin while his fingers keep his mouth open, effectively making Hyunjin sound even more depraved than he already was. He feels bent in half since his legs are buckling and he’s definitely supported by the desk alone, barely even balancing on his own when Minho does what he wants with him.
“You’re even messier here,” the older declares in a low voice, as if Hyunjin wasn’t meant to hear. He did. “Not for long, though.”
The wood digs sharply into Hyunjin’s hip bones the further back Minho guides him, increasing the steep arch of Hyunjin’s back until he literally can’t stand it anymore and cries out, mouth too full of Minho - there too - to vocalize this in any other way.
“What, baby?” Minho asks since he must have picked up on the tone, calming his movements and helping Hyunjin catch his breath even though it takes another moment before he slips his fingers out. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Hyunjin pants. “Yeah, just… Hurts, hang on.”
“What hurts?” Minho immediately asks, and it sounds like the fog in his brain clears a lot faster than the one in Hyunjin’s.
“Your desk,” Hyunjin manages in a breath of quiet laughter, more than a little deranged at the moment. “It’s… it’s digging into my… my hips. Whew. Okay.”
“D’you wanna turn around?”
It definitely qualifies as soft this time, the way Minho’s voice sounds paired with the arms he slips around Hyunjin’s tummy, covering said hips with each hand and stroking gentle thumbs across the protruding bones. If Hyunjin wasn’t mostly leaning forward onto his arms again, he’d already be expecting a kiss.
“Would that work?” he asks curiously, wondering if he wouldn’t be too high for this to work smoothly in that case.
Instead of answering that though, the next sound filling the room is Hyunjin’s yelp when the desk starts whizzing and the surface lowers itself so Hyunjin’s sense of direction is all messed up as the floor comes closer and closer. Belatedly, he realizes that obviously Minho’s desk is adjustable by height, even though it looks to be older than that.
“Okay,” Hyunjin gulps, praying that he won’t fall victim to motion sickness as he closes his eyes, feels Minho slip the remaining way out of him, and then manages to turn himself around without falling off the desk.
An honest-to-God feat for him.
“Okay?” Minho echoes, smiling when Hyunjin’s eyes finally land on him again.
Absurdly enough, his chest contracts on a near violent level at the sight. Minho is so handsome it pains Hyunjin to look at him in all his naked glory, carefully styled hair now a sweaty mess and carefully poised expression torn apart by a happy flush and carefully chosen outfit abandoned somewhere out of sight. That Minho is also Hyunjin’s but it’s one he has to share. This Minho, though. This Minho - the real Minho - is all for him.
“Come here,” Hyunjin breathes, reaching for his fiancé with both hands as his back presses into the unforgiving wood beneath him. “Hyung, come here. Let me kiss you.”
“Always,” Minho promises as he leans in, placing his forearms carefully beside Hyunjin’s face so he can kiss him without struggle.
They start off almost humorously sweet, an utter and total contrast to the way they were just minutes before. It almost feels like they’re saying ‘hello’, Hyunjin thinks. Like they’re greeting each other after some time apart where the other has been missed. He usually feels like Minho has missed him simply because his fiancé is so good at focusing on Hyunjin, at least whenever he gets this feeling, and Minho being observant during work hours is one thing but being this attentive with Hyunjin is another level.
“I love you,” Hyunjin can’t help but mumble, fingers curling in Minho’s hair to keep him close. “I love you so much. Let me show you.”
“How are you gonna show me, baby?” Minho grins, entertained as usual though easily keeping up with Hyunjin’s breathy kisses. He can’t have that.
“Come back inside,” Hyunjin breathes, pleased by the faltering grin and twist of Minho’s brows. “I’ll take care of you. ‘Make you feel so good, hyung, ‘promise. Come back. I’m always empty without you.”
“Hyunjinnie,” Minho exhales into another kiss, thumb suddenly running across the heat of Hyunjin’s cheek. It’s a welcome sensation. “I love you, baby.”
“I know,” Hyunjin replies, feeling like a siren or something as he slowly wraps both legs around the back of Minho’s thighs, persistently pulling him in while licking behind Minho’s upper teeth as the older groans helplessly. “I know, Daddy.”
Another groan leaves Minho’s mouth and enters Hyunjin’s instead, but this one makes heat coil in Hyunjin’s lower stomach and he’s not awfully surprised when he reaches for Minho’s length only to find it covered in his own slickness. Oh, well. Minho makes the sweetest noises yet as Hyunjin guides him over, lazily jerking him in the meantime, and his fiancé mewls softly as the head prods Hyunjin’s damp folds. Mostly because he can and the roles somehow reversed a bit, Hyunjin rubs it up and down a few times while Minho’s eyes fall shut and his mouth opens, a look of unmistakable pleasure rushing over his face which finally tips Hyunjin’s mind over.
The permission is undeniable when he stops playing around and drops his hand in favor of looping it around Minho’s neck again, already holding on when Minho slowly slips inside and gasps in Hyunjin’s arms, nuzzling their faces together.
“I love you,” Hyunjin whispers, scratching his nails into the sensitive skin in Minho’s nape as he rains kisses upon his cheek. “There’ll never be anyone else for me. I love everything about you, Minho hyung. I can’t wait to be your husband.”
“I have maybe thirty seconds in me if you’re gonna talk about that,” Minho complains half-heartedly as he hides his face in Hyunjin’s neck, making him laugh quietly while Minho remains still around him.
“That’s fine,” Hyunjin assures him, drawing nonsense patterns with one hand on Minho’s back and the other scratching gently in his hair. “I don’t care about that. I just wanna make you happy.”
“I don’t think I was ever happy before I met you,” Minho murmurs very softly, so it takes Hyunjin a second to recognize that he lost his breath. “Satisfied or pleased, sure. But not like this. Never like this.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that I feel content now,” Minho says with a small smile when he finally moves into Hyunjin’s vision again, brushing his knuckles down Hyunjin’s jaw in an absent-minded gesture. “I think it was all fleeting before. Not anymore. It can’t be fleeting when I get to look at you first thing every morning when I wake up.”
As much as it seems like a self-absorbed thing to think about himself, Hyunjin actually believes that. He gets what Minho is saying, because he feels that way too, now that he has something of an explanation of what the older means.
He feels that way too.
“If you’re not going to use that in your vows,” Hyunjin blurts, “then I call dibs.”
Minho’s laugh is hearty and light, as is his kiss when he captures Hyunjin’s lips in a gesture that feels more symbolic than figurative. It’s probably an accident, the way Hyunjin’s body relaxes into it and Minho subsequently exhales a soft sigh at the way it must feel to him, but Hyunjin’s ankles locking around Minho’s lower back is anything but.
“We ruined it,” Hyunjin remarks in amusement. “You’re gonna have to make love to me now.”
“Happily,” Minho replies, and Hyunjin’s heart catapults in either direction as he recognizes the word as truth.
He’s the one sighing happily when Minho’s arm sneaks around his shoulder on the desk, pushing between Hyunjin’s head and the wood so Minho’s palm can act as a make-shift pillow while simultaneously guiding Hyunjin’s face wherever he wants. It’s a sweet gesture, but not without purpose for what they’re doing.
Minho doesn’t ask this time either, which honestly only makes Hyunjin happier. He appreciates the care, yes, but it’s totally fine if Minho carries out his own initiatives and guides Hyunjin along so he can follow, which is something their bodies are very good at succeeding in by now. Hyunjin knows just how to relax in order to part his thighs and hold Minho in between, letting him inside the deepest core where Hyunjin feels totally safe having him. He also knows how to clench the right muscles and when to do so if he wants to hear that punched-out sound Minho occasionally makes, but if his fiancé is counting seconds and not minutes Hyunjin figures he should hold off on that particular talent.
His heart nearly sprints through his ribcage as if it were an obstacle course when Minho’s other arm somehow winds around Hyunjin’s lower back and all of a sudden the hard surface feels very, very far away. This is an embrace, Hyunjin’s brain helpfully provides, and Minho is holding him. Whatever ache Hyunjin’s mind blurred into pleasure so far fades in light of this new and much improved situation, where Minho’s warm body shields him from such things and Hyunjin loses himself in kissing Minho ‘thank you’, clinging to him in reciprocation.
This is the best thing he knows, Hyunjin thinks. His body and mind alike are thriving on the way Minho makes him feel, on the way he makes Minho feel, on the way they both feel when they’re together in the most intimate way two people can be. He understands why it’s called ‘making love’ in the first place, and he understands why lots of people only have sex when they’re in love with the other person. Nothing compares to this. Hyunjin would rather live with the memory of it than taint it with something lesser if it were to end.
It’s physically impossible for either of them to move the same way they did initially, but Hyunjin’s thighs spread widely apart and Minho’s arm assisting in arching his back are both things that truly do wonders. Hyunjin isn’t removing his arms or letting go of Minho for anything, but sometimes, when his body feels as cooperative as tonight, he doesn’t have to.
All he has to do is clench down a little whenever Minho slowly pulls out, and then cherish the drag when he pushes his way back inside. All Hyunjin has to do is focus on feeling it, on enjoying himself, on categorizing Minho’s strong arms and gentle murmurs as the declarations of affection they are, and then he barely has the time to feel it before--
“Come for me,” Minho tells him, snapping his hips a bit rougher and making Hyunjin moan into the shoulder in front of him. “I know you want to, Jinnie baby, I can feel it. Come for me. Hyung’s gonna remember this forever.”
Hyunjin bites down on Minho’s whatever-muscle as fire explodes throughout his body, making him cry out and spasm beneath Minho who is surely watching him like a hawk. Let him, Hyunjin thinks. He’s too busy feeling his limbs fizzle with electricity and rocking his hips into Minho’s rhythmic movements, chasing every last bit of the overwhelming orgasm before his body tells him enough is enough.
“There we go,” Minho coos, sugar sweet. “There we go, beautiful. I knew you could come on my cock, hmm?”
“Shut up,” Hyunjin sighs weakly, letting his head drop back into Minho’s palm and tilting it sideways for some air. “It would’ve been longer if you hadn’t… If you didn’t…”
“If I hadn’t told you to?” Minho supplies. “If you weren’t the best boy in the world, always listening so well when hyung tells you what to do?”
“Don’t make me go again,” Hyunjin begs, squeezing his eyes shut as Minho laughs lightly. “Oh, wow. Okay. What about you, hyung? You didn’t have to stop.”
“You seem like you’re pretty finished with me.”
Hyunjin bursts into laughter, smacking Minho’s shoulder as he gathers the strength to face him again only to be met by a soft smile which immediately softens Hyunjin’s heartbeat.
“Certain parts of me are protesting, yes,” he confirms, squirming a little to prove his point which actually has Minho backing up before Hyunjin can stop him.
He was mostly teasing.
“Sit down,” Hyunjin says instead, sitting up while motioning for Minho to get his chair, which he does, though he looks a bit confused about it. “Pfft.”
Isn’t it obvious what Hyunjin wants to do next?
“Now imagine,” Hyunjin purrs - or tries to, since there’s slightly too much glee in his voice to fully succeed, “that I did swing by one lonely afternoon, and didn’t want to go home all by myself, and hyung just had so much work to do, but I’d promise not to be a bother, and…”
He lets the sentence trail off into nothing, heart somersaulting into his stomach and back up as Hyunjin lets his feet steady him on the floor before slowly sinking down to his knees, watching Minho’s stunned expression the entire time.
It’s cold, is the first thing Hyunjin thinks as his calves and knees hit the wood boards, but it’s hot is what his brain quickly supplies. He takes care not to bump his head on the edge of the desk now that it’s lower than it was before, but Minho didn’t really roll the chair any closer either way so Hyunjin should fit between his legs.
“Imagine,” he echoes even though he’s pretty sure that Minho’s brain isn’t comprehending such abstract concepts judging by the look on his face, “that you spent another hard-working day holed up in your office, so many responsibilities and tasks and things to remember…”
His fingertips are slow when they dance from Minho’s knees up his thighs, tense all the way to his barely moving stomach, before sliding back down the inside of the same marvelous thighs, parting them as far as possible in the process so Hyunjin can fill that spot.
“Now imagine,” he continues, unsure if Minho is even listening anymore, “that your sweet little fiancé took it upon himself to ease those burdens the tiniest bit, and made sure to suck hyung’s cock however long he’s needed for.”
A choked sound that Hyunjin’s genuinely can’t translate into anything leaves poor Minho on his defiled office chair, which is a little hypocritical of him since he put Hyunjin in this exact position when they first entered the office. It doesn’t seem like he’s thinking very much about that at the moment, though.
That’s fair, Hyunjin supposes. He wasn’t thinking of much besides how he could fastest get Minho to make him come when the roles were reversed.
“Would hyung want that?” Hyunjin asks, going for innocence but probably failing since he’s grinning like this. “Mm?”
It’s honestly very difficult to keep from bursting into laughter when Minho doesn’t move a single muscle, so Hyunjin concludes that he might have to push that final button.
“Does Daddy want that?” he asks, completely clueless as to what it is about that word that gets to Minho every time, but selfishly delighted that such a thing exists.
He waits - impatient and eager as he is - for Minho’s slow nod before reaching for him, hand curling around Minho’s throbbing length as Hyunjin produces a syrupy ‘thank you, Daddy’ that makes Minho close his eyes and clench his fists, so maybe this will be a quick affair after all.
Since Hyunjin is a big fan of blowjobs ever since it was Minho he started blowing, he ends up moaning too when his lips close around the glistening head of Minho’s dick and he tastes the sweetness that Minho sometimes refers to while calling him ‘sugar’. It’s pretty evident that Hyunjin was either extremely turned on or actually reached a climax or two considering how smoothly his hand glides from tip to shaft, a tight circle where Hyunjin’s mouth hasn’t yet gotten. It’s too fun to play around, or at least that’s what Hyunjin usually excuses himself by. The most exciting part is feeling his lips catch on the head and gain momentum for really sucking, along with letting his tongue tease the slit that seems to be so, so sensitive.
Eventually he gives in to what he knows is Minho’s favorite part and takes a steadying breath before adjusting the angle with a hand at the base and relaxing his throat as well as he can, letting Minho slide further and deeper inside his mouth than previously. When he’s right on the verge of gagging and there’s a little but not a lot of Minho left to take, Hyunjin glances upwards and nearly chokes as he registers the dark tint to Minho’s eyes and how tense his shoulders are, a sure sign that he’s trying very hard to keep his hands to himself.
Hyunjin smiles, unable to help himself, and Minho moans with a twist of his brows that gives Hyunjin a two-second warning before there’s thick fingers threading through the hair in his neck.
“I can’t believe you,” Minho blurts, so Hyunjin pulls off in order to laugh without provoking his throat into throwing up. He jerks Minho dutifully at the same time though. “I'll never be able to focus in here again.”
“Good,” Hyunjin declares, panting some of his hot breath onto him before sticking his tongue into the slit and twisting. “You should always be thinking of me anyway.”
“Hyunjin-ah,” Minho exhales, surprisingly heartfelt. If he had the capacity to, Hyunjin knows what he’d say.
‘I’m already thinking of you.’ ‘I always think of you.’ ‘I think of you all the time.’
“Hyunjinnie,” he says instead, making the effort of tucking some hair behind Hyunjin’s ear only for it to come loose all over again.
In response, Hyunjin takes him deeper than the first time. Minho groans loudly, writhing above him on the chair, but Hyunjin has his goal in sight. He pulls off a bit, makes sure to suck hard while flicking his wrist around the bottom third, before pushing Minho even further down his throat. It’s uncomfortable, he won’t deny that, but it feels good too. The tears leaking from Hyunjin’s eyes don’t even faze him.
He retracts again when he badly needs a breath, takes a few without coughing, and then dives back in. Does this a few times, never forgetting to work his hand whenever he needs to catch a breather, and then gets back to it. It takes a surprisingly long time for the taste to fade and the natural musk and faint sweat to take over, but Hyunjin is familiar with both at this point.
“Hyunjinnie,” Minho says probably a hundred times, but he catches Hyunjin’s attention when he can’t manage the three syllables without a breathy pause in between. “Hyunjinnie, baby, I… You… Oh, my God.”
“Are you gonna come down my throat?” Hyunjin asks, watching Minho’s body shiver as the words sink in. “Hold me down so I can’t even taste it?”
Minho has never done that, but Hyunjin figures that’s beside the point. His mouth is just running, ridiculously entertained by how powerful he feels even though Hyunjin is technically the one kneeling.
“I wonder how many times I could make you come in one afternoon,” Hyunjin keeps going, not expecting an answer and shortly receiving a broken moan in lieu of it. “Or maybe hyung doesn’t care about that. Maybe I’d just warm your perfect cock, hmm? You’d hold my face in your lap until I got used to it and could take all of you, train me a bit first so I--”
A sound of surprise starts to make its way out before it gets muffled by Minho’s hand actually pushing Hyunjin down on his cock, effectively silencing him as Minho’s hips move erratically and Hyunjin registers that he wasn’t pressed that far, just about the same depth as when he started, which is nowhere near enough, really, and--
He can taste it, Minho’s release filling his mouth faster than Hyunjin can swallow it, but Hyunjin is absurdly proud of himself considering how the head is definitely brushing his throat which is almost worse than the whole thing, and Minho comes a lot as soon as it’s been more than a day or so. There’s a clear difference to Minho’s desperation at the start and how he barely rocks as Hyunjin catches up with the final drops, letting his throat work around the intrusion as he swallows obediently and slurps a little for the show of it as well. It wouldn’t kill Minho to eat another fruit or two once a week, but there are more important things. Being able to make Minho feel as good as he makes Hyunjin is undeniably one of them.
When Minho’s hand tugs lightly at Hyunjin’s hair in a silent request to back up, he only does so to catch sight of Minho’s disbelieving eyes and disheveled appearance before grinning and moving in again, Hyunjin’s face buried in Minho’s lap as he lets his tongue lick and swirl the rest of the mess around before swallowing that as well. Hyunjin can’t really explain why he likes the sensation of Minho’s going soft again as well as enjoying feeling how hard he gets, but he does enjoy it. Both things. He’s in no hurry to get dressed again, so he figures he might as well show Minho what he was talking about earlier.
Hyunjin hums a little as he gets more comfortable, shifting on his knees to sit more sideways until his shoulder brushes the seat of Minho’s chair and Hyunjin can pillow his head on Minho’s thigh. He sighs quietly, closing his eyes, and wonders how long it will take his fiancé to catch on.
Not long at all is evidently the answer, because only a moment or two passes before Hyunjin stirs in confusion as there’s some rustling around him, and then immediately gets it when Minho drapes the jacket of his maroon suit across Hyunjin’s back and shoulders.
He gives a kittenish lick in thanks, closing his eyes again. Hyunjin is actually feeling quite tired now that his body is returning to its normal state.
“You’ve got me speechless this time, Hyunjinnie,” Minho murmurs above him while cradling the back of his neck and scratching Hyunjin’s lower scalp - kind of like he does the cats at his favorite café. “I need a few business days to recuperate from the aneurysm I just had.”
Hyunjin smiles in satisfaction. He doesn’t otherwise move, pretty content with the current situation, but he really can’t help the smile.
“I’ll give you half another minute,” Minho says, and Hyunjin is very suspicious of that fond tone in his voice, “and then I’m dumping you on the couch before you catch a cold.”
“‘m not cold,” Hyunjin manages, scrunching his nose in disagreement. “‘m fine.”
“I bet you are,” Minho replies, very gently, “but I’m not gonna risk it. You know that about me.”
Hyunjin hums; can’t really bring himself to mutter in complaint. He does know that. It’s pointless to argue when Minho thinks something might be risky. Usually because he’s right.
“Up you go,” Minho tells him, and ends up more or less lifting him faster than Hyunjin’s body remembers to move anyway. “Come on, Jinnie. Come on, baby.”
This time Hyunjin does complain since the couch is terribly far away, but it feels so good when he tips over and stretches out across the cushions that he forgets about it pretty fast. He keeps his nose tucked into Minho’s blazer until it’s forcibly taken away from him, but Minho’s smile is contagious enough to mellow Hyunjin immediately when a blanket drapes over him instead. He doesn’t remember the existence of one, but figures it must have been stored inside the dresser.
Minho doesn’t join him because he’s too busy putting his clothes back on, but Hyunjin watches him do so with drowsy eyes and a lingering smile on his lips. Whenever their gazes meet, Minho breaks into quiet laughter.
“Hello there,” he says when he crouches by Hyunjin’s side, removing some hair from his face. Hyunjin is convinced he looks like a dreadful mess, but he certainly doesn’t care about it as long as Minho looks at him like that. “They’re gonna send a search party after me if I don’t show my face downstairs again, but I’ll be back in half an hour. Tops. Can you nap for that long?”
“Easily,” Hyunjin yawns, tempted into doing so simply by hearing the word ‘nap’. “You’ll make some excuse for me, right?”
Minho snorts.
“I’m certainly not going to tell anyone that I left you naked and fucked out in my office if that’s what you were thinking.”
Hyunjin starts snickering immediately, immensely pleased with himself and the outcome of the evening. He doesn’t even need to socialize anymore? He can’t think of a better way to spend the rest of the event apart from cuddling up with Minho next to him, but being left alone here in his space is good too.
“Do you want me to bring anything?” Minho asks softly, brushing his index finger across Hyunjin’s cheekbone. “Anything at all.”
“What’s in your fridge?”
“Water, coke, and a few apples left from Thursday.”
“Get me one of each,” Hyunjin decides, “and then I’ll be fine.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
Hyunjin’s eyes open again when Minho returns with said items, leaving two apples on the table within reaching distance and the two drinks on the floor below Hyunjin’s head. He’s also managed to get a hoodie from the dresser, which is frankly insane behavior because Minho never wears hoodies. Hyunjin actually doubts whether he’s ever seen Minho in any item of clothing that includes a hood.
“Did you steal this?” he asks when Minho bundles it up in front of Hyunjin’s chest. “This isn’t mine.”
“It’s mine,” Minho laughs. “I used to wear it to and from the gym with Channie hyung until I got all my workouts in with you instead. Pretty sure it hasn’t been washed in months.”
Hyunjin can feel his eyes light up as he fumbles for the sweatshirt. “Really?”
“Really,” Minho confirms. “I bet it’s better than your button-up if you do get cold.”
For some reason, he doesn’t point out that it smells like him which should comfort Hyunjin while he’s away doing Crown Prince things - but maybe that’s for Hyunjin’s benefit. It’s hard to tell when Hyunjin can’t muster the strength to remember what embarrassment feels like.
“Thirty minutes,” Minho echoes, leaning in to drop a long, soft kiss on Hyunjin’s forehead. “No more than forty. Don’t miss me too much, baby, okay?”
“Miss me to death,” Hyunjin replies with a cheeky smile as he buries his nose in the thick fabric.
It’s easier to let Minho go while he’s not actively watching it, but with the hoodie tucked against Hyunjin’s front and the surprisingly thick blanket covering nearly all of him, Hyunjin figures that he’ll find it in him to focus on how warm and loved he is until Minho returns, and if he gets bored of that, well… he’ll just have one of the apples.
Maybe both.