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Only a few days after the initial interview, Shin Jae-il contacted Ohtani Yuta again in regards to his final verdict.
“Out of all the interviews, yours impressed me the most by far,” The chairman said over the phone. “You possess a myriad of skills that match exactly what we need here at Dia. You have impeccable leadership and collaborative skills, can still provide excellent results under pressure, and your proficiency in multiple languages can offer you translation work that would also help the company expand even further down the road.
“Working directly under Baek Seunghyun will be fast-paced and strenuous, but to be honest, I think the work will feel like child’s play to someone like you.
“So, what do you say, Ohtani Yuta?”
Yuta was silent, letting the bait dangle on the hook for a moment that was perfectly long enough to get Jae-il to bite. “You already know the starting salary is $90,000, but if you accept this position right now, I’m willing to offer you an additional sign-on bonus of $7,000.”
Sinker.
Yuta’s mouth curled into a satisfied grin. “Thank you kindly, Shin Jae-il-nim. I accept your offer.”
Shin Jae-il may have been the one who seemed rather desperate, but it was all thanks to Dia that Yuta was finally able to breathe. He fully uprooted to South Korea all the way from Japan, where he was able to finally break free from his stupid ex, Testu.
Fucking Testu…
Yuta may have been the leech in the relationship after losing the last of his immediate family members with no assets in their name to lend down, but that guy sucked all of the life out of Yuta. So, to say the least, this new job was an opportunity of a lifetime.
Starting his first day an hour and a half before Dia’s business hours, a lot of the initial nerves buzzing throughout his body had subsided upon meeting Jin Jooha, a pink-haired man in the HR department who was close to Yuta’s age with a magnetizing aura and easygoing personality. The pair knew in an unspoken agreement that they would become thick as thieves in no time.
Yuta’s badge was given to him on a lanyard that was, upon first inspection, rather plain. There wasn’t even an employee photo on it, just his name alongside Dia’s company logo as well as an inconspicuous label: EXECUTIVE. Other employees would know that he’s a pretty big deal, but not exactly why—and for good reason.
“Really, only HR knows what your badge means—and, of course, the executive-level employees, obviously,” Jooha explained, “and it’d probably be in your best interest to keep it that way.”
And after a good portion of the building tour with Jooha and familiarizing himself with the company’s daily operations, the implications of his warnings became clear to Yuta; Baek Seunghyun was an incredibly hot topic. Dia was a rather large company, so Yuta pretty rarely saw familiar groups of faces, but the gossip seemed to follow a trend.
“God, how is the CEO so hot…”
“He kinda looks like an asshole, though, don’t you think?”
“Like I’d care about that! I bet he’s amazing in bed.”
Curiously, Yuta asked Jooha during lunch, “Have you met Baek Seunghyun-nim?”
“Of course,” He replied with a simple shrug, “he’s not some, like, mythical creature around here. He’s just so busy that none of the lower levels can actually have a full conversation with him. So, really, you should consider yourself lucky as hell.”
Yuta scrunched his mouth, pondering for a beat. “You think he’s hot?”
Jooha’s shoulders lifted as he scoffed a breathy laugh. “It’s part of everyone’s job description here, I guess,” He said so flippantly with nothing else to add. But Yuta just smirked; he didn’t miss the way Jooha not-so-subtly snuck glances across a few tables at the back of an employee from sales’ head, Kang Dooshik, the whole time.
The last stop of the tour was a visit to the executive level where Yuta would finally get to meet his boss. “It’ll take a week or two for you to fully transition into the position,” Jooha said, “but Jae-il-nim still wanted to introduce you today.”
He directed Yuta to a desk in the middle of the room where the employee sitting there would notify Jae-il of his arrival. Jooha waved goodbye with a smile before heading back to the elevator, leaving Yuta to wait by himself.
As he sat in one of the chairs, he couldn’t hold back the tickling flutters all along his chest and stomach. All he really knew about Baek Seunghyun was that he was a no-nonsense businessman over thirty-five years old. And supposedly hot. So if all the earlier gossip stuck in the back of his mind turned out to be true, then Yuta feared he might be in trouble.
There was a laugh echoing from one of the hallways, followed by a mix of voices, that brought Yuta out of his thoughts. He recognized Shin Jae-il’s voice right away, which meant Baek Seunghyun had to be in the mix somewhere as well. And when he finally spotted him? Oh, God, he’d never felt his breath taken away so intensely.
Sure enough, there Baek Seunghyun was walking alongside Jae-il. Both men were tall, but Yuta couldn’t believe just how much Seunghyun towered over even his own hyung. His eyes seemed cold, but he carried his large, definitely muscular body with an upright confidence one couldn’t miss, and nothing about him looked out of place.
“Good morning, Ohtani Yuta!” Jae-il called out with a smile once their eyes met. Yuta walked towards them to meet them halfway while returning a hello. He gripped his elbow and reached for Jae-il’s outstretched hand, bowing his head as they shook hands.
“We’re so glad to meet you in person,” Jae-il continued as he placed a firm hand on Seunghyun’s shoulder and beamed at the stoic man next to him like a proud father. “This is Baek Seunghyun. You already know you’ll be his assistant at Dia.”
Yuta bashfully turned to Seunghyun. “Hello, Sir, I’m Ohtani Yuta.” He repeated the same actions: gripping his elbow, outstretching his hand, and bowing his head. “It’s an honor to be working for you.”
Seunghyun took Yuta’s hand in his and Yuta swallowed gently. His hand tingled all over where their skin touched. “It’s great to meet you, Ohtani Yuta.” His other hand covered their joined handshake for a moment before they both pulled away and Yuta felt like he could melt over the deep, smooth richness of Seunghyun’s tone.
Ha… Yuta was in big trouble.
Working for Baek Seunghyun was highly stressful. Not because he was cruel or because he was difficult to keep up with, but because Yuta was attracted to his boss—very much so. And he wasn’t sure if he was just coming up with utter nonsense to make himself feel better, but he wanted to believe that maybe Seunghyun harbored equal attraction for him as well.
The pair’s working relationship surprisingly felt very natural; they worked in perfect synergy. Seunghyun was meticulous and paid close attention to detail, so the tasks he assigned to his assistant were easy to follow. Yuta always knew the perfect times to plan meetings depending on who they were with in order for his boss to work most efficiently. With the help of Seunghyun, he gained better awareness of the companies Dia worked with, so Yuta prepared snacks, drinks, and other small gifts that would exponentially raise their success for approval.
It felt like a simple work crush in the beginning. Even if Yuta felt like he’d quickly come to know Seunghyun a little more intimately, at least work-wise, than Seunghyun knew about him, Yuta initially told himself that he was grateful to simply just be around his boss.
He couldn’t help getting his hopes up from time to time, though. Seunghyun never let Yuta work overtime, and even purchased coffee and breakfast for Yuta every morning out of his own pocket. Was he even consciously aware of how antsy he made Yuta whenever he stood next to him, hovering over him so closely that Yuta thought his heart could burst? Or the way he would sometimes rest his hand on the small of Yuta’s back when they walked to and from meetings and luncheons together?
Yuta really, really hoped that maybe Seunghyun, in his own interesting way, did feel the same after all.
Finally he’d finished an important work task he was assigned to during the late morning, and he was excited to tell his boss about it. Yuta took off his glasses and set them on his desk, rubbing his eyes for a moment before he stood from his chair and made his way to Seunghyun’s office.
Carrying a thick Manila envelope in his arm, Yuta opened one of the double doors without even knocking. “Good morning, Seunghyun-nim, I’ve—Oh! I’m sorry!” Yuta abruptly stopped in his tracks at the sight in front of him—a rather delicious one at that.
Seunghyun—leaning back and sitting on the very edge of his desk with his long legs straightened out in front of him, ankles crossed—was in the process of buttoning an ivory colored dress shirt that was as elegant as the rest of his appearance. He had started from the top, as evidenced by the way his stomach was only briefly bared to Yuta. If only he’d walked in just a couple minutes earlier, he would've been able to catch a longer and even better glimpse of Seunghyun’s prominent, hardened abs.
“Oh,” Seunghyun said, bringing Yuta back to reality, “I’m just changing my shirt. I spilled coffee all over myself.” He huffed out a breath akin to a laugh despite not cracking a smile.
“Right…” Yuta regained his composure with a microscopic nod. “I just wanted to let you know that I finished translating the German contracts for you to look over.”
“Ah, that’s great,” He praised. With a gestured nod towards his desk he added, “Go ahead and set them down here.”
Yuta walked over probably a little too slowly, anxiously fiddling with the edge of the folder. His heart started to beat a bit faster as he is hyper-aware of how close his arm is to Seunghyun. He wasn’t sure if the older man could also feel the electricity buzzing in the space between them.
Yuta swallowed as he set down the folder in a space that wasn’t already occupied by other various files and folders. He had to practically fight himself to not completely organize Seunghyun’s messy desk.
“Yuta.” The deep voice nearly jolted him where he stood. “Could you help me with this?”
He looked up to see Seunghyun dangling a necktie from his fingers. It was a luscious phthalo green that beautifully complemented Seunghyun’s deep crimson eyes. Had anyone else been standing in front of him, Yuta would’ve laughed at the subtle, tacky pattern all over that was so aptly ahjussi.
As a form of response, he untangled the necktie from Seunghyun’s grasp. While he repositioned to stand in front of the man, who was already at an easy-to-reach level, Seunghyun uncrossed his ankles and spread his legs wider—an invitation for Yuta to come in closer.
Yuta began by popping Seunghyun’s shirt collar. He draped the tie around those broad shoulders and his thumbs brushed against the skin on Seunghyun’s neck—his skin was surprisingly soft—and it took all of his willpower to not shiver all over.
Then, suddenly, Seunghyun rested his hands on his thighs. His fingers grazed the outside of Yuta’s legs so slightly that it felt like a mere itch on his skin. However, in his peripheral vision, Yuta noticed a rather devious glint in Seunghyun’s eyes.
He pulled the tail through the back loop, tightening the necktie with ease as he finished creating a pristine cape knot. He admired his handiwork, absentmindedly using his other hand to brush over the length of the tie and then nodded in satisfaction.
Yuta dared to glance up with bated breath. When he saw Seunghyun already staring at him, the mischief still fully present in his gaze, he couldn’t help the warmth that spread down his lower belly. He imagined pulling the knot even tighter, at a grueling pace, watching the man beg and plead to Yuta with his eyes alone to touch him while depriving him of oxygen little by little—
Yuta broke eye contact first. He cleared his throat and, with the final step, reached for Seunghyun’s shirt collar once again and calmly adjusted it back into place. He let his nimble fingers ghost down Seunghyun’s chest, lingering for just a moment longer before he pulled away completely.
“Thank you, Yuta,” He said so frustratingly casually, as if everything that had just transpired was nothing more than business. “Please schedule a meeting with the legal team next week.”
Back at home that evening, Yuta’s usual stress relief session was on the more aggressive side this time around. I’m going to make you fucking crack, Baek Seunghyun, Yuta thought to himself. His hips then stuttered as he rode out his orgasm and came all over his hand.
Since working at Dia, Yuta had long lost track of just how many times he’d jerked off to the thought of his own boss absolutely railing him. He’d already conjured an immaculate image of Seunghyun’s naked body in his mind, so easily picturing defined muscles, elegantly concealed under expensive suits, that would stretch and flex so fluidly and effortlessly with each movement. And his dick… There’s no way it wasn’t a weapon encased in beautifully reddened, veiny flesh that didn’t need two hands to handle it.
After five long months of this torture, Yuta couldn’t take it anymore. He was going to fuck Baek Seunghyun.
Jooha choked on his drink mid-sip. “You’re what?!” He squeaked through wet coughs while Yuta just stared with nonchalance while sipping from his own mug of coffee.
Okay, he’d help Jooha with a couple of firm whacks to his back. “I don’t see the problem here.”
“You are actually crazy,” Jooha brokenly muttered through a few more coughs.
“Aren’t you and Dooshik dating, though?”
“We are not dating-!”
“Give me a break, Jooha." Yuta rolled his eyes. "You guys don’t even try to hide it. Let’s not forget about how I walked in on you two in the break room together just last week!”
He watched in pure delight as Jooha’s eyes widened. He opened his mouth, but before he could get another retort in, Yuta softly slapped his hand against the counter in a staccato that matched his words as he breathed: “Ungh! Dooshik! Hyung! Jooha-hyung!”
Yuta could almost see the angry steam blowing out of Jooha’s ears as his mortified expression turned to rage. He lurched forward, clasping a soft grip around Yuta’s neck and shook him while pretending to choke him. “Shut up, dammit!” He sneered through gritted teeth.
This only spurred Yuta on; he laughed so hard that he was practically wailing, clutching his stomach tight while little tears pricked his eyes.
Jooha let go and they both took a moment to recover—he fanned his face with his hand while Yuta wiped his eyes and took some deep breaths to relax his diaphragm again. "I'm just saying," Jooha grumbled, "sleeping with your boss is a little bit different than two lowly employees getting it on."
But his plan of attack was too titillating to consider any consequences. Yuta just needed to find the right moment to execute it.
That moment came on a particular night of unplanned overtime.
Yuta sighed, a bit tired now, but mostly relieved to finally be able to turn off his computer for the night. Handling Baek Seunghyun's daily workload was not for the faint of heart, but it was exactly the kind of constant bustling Yuta needed.
He took off his glasses, gently setting them down on his desk while massaging the bridge of his nose. He then clasped his hands together and raised them sky-high, letting out a pleased groan as he stretched back in his chair.
When Yuta relaxed again and looked around him, he almost did a double-take. Through the frosted, translucent glass window of the double doors, Yuta could see a hint of a warm, illuminated glow.
He glanced down at his desk to check the time on his phone, then looked back up at the doors. Has he not left yet? Seunghyun was no stranger to working overtime, but he didn’t usually stay at the office for it.
Yuta stood up from his chair and walked towards Seunghyun’s office. He knocked on one of the doors softly before cracking it open. "Sir?" He called quietly while peering to the floor. There was a quiet rustle, which prompted him to open the door wider now.
"Baek Seunghyun-nim," Yuta cut, nearly breathlessly, through the stillness of the office. And there the man was, still able to look flawlessly put together into the night as he stared across endless stacks of folders and papers littering his large desk.
He cleared his throat, centering himself. "It's 9 PM already, what are you still doing here?"
"I could say the same for you.” He took a drag from the cigarette he had been holding. “Didn't I tell you not to stay in the office past 6?"
"I—Well, there were some last-minute scheduling changes I needed to make for tomorrow, and I had to make sure all the paperwork would be updated, too…"
Seunghyun raised his hand, effectively trailing Yuta's words off. "Well, don't. If anything comes up late, just leave it for me to take care of, all right?"
"Y-Yes, sir." Yuta bowed his head. "I apologize."
"No need, just don't do it again." He lowered his hand. "As my secretary, I can't have your full attention if you aren't getting enough rest."
“O-Okay…” He brought his hands behind his back and clenched them together, catching a breath he didn't even realize he was holding. He knew Seunghyun didn't mean anything deliberate by those words, but Yuta still couldn't help the blush that spread across his cheeks, all the way to the tips of his ears. This is it, Yuta thought to himself. That inadvertent connotation was all he needed to take action.
“But, you know, sir…” With cautious movements, Yuta inched his way closer to Seunghyun, catching more of his attention now as he put down the papers he’d been reading through just moments before. “If you aren’t getting enough rest, I can’t have your full attention either.”
He raised a dark brow as he brought the cigarette to his mouth again. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”
The tense, charged air had thickened as Yuta closed the distance between him and Seunghyun. He placed both his palms on the cooled, glass top of the large wooden desk and leaned some of his weight forward.
“Well, as your assistant, if you’re not performing at your best, I’m the one who has to take care of you.”
They stared at each other with an unspoken challenge arising. He plucked the cigarette from Seunghyun’s fingers and took a long drag while maintaining eye contact. “Do you want me to take care of you, Seunghyun-min?”
Yuta coolly tamped out the cigarette into the ashtray, and once he pulled his hand away it was like a tight, invisible thread between them had finally snapped.
It wasn’t clear who made the first move—in fact, maybe they were moving together in perfect sync. The two were quick to claim and devour each other’s mouths, engaging in sloppy and wet kisses. The way their tongues invaded each other, ashen kisses on each other’s tongues, felt dizzying, and as if Seunghyun could sense that from Yuta, he cupped his large hand on the back of Yuta’s neck and head to keep him steady all while Yuta began wrapping his arms around Seunghyun’s neck and holding on tight.
Not wanting to break away at any cost, they were both already breathing hot and heavily as they captured each other’s pleasured moans. Yuta all but scrambled onto Seunghyun’s desk, knees crumpling sheets of paper as they fanned away from the desk and onto the ground, and Seunghyun marched his pace effortlessly. With his free hand, he grabbed Yuta’s hip and helped pull him forward so that he sat on the edge of the other side of the desk.
Their bodies were as close as they could get—their hips ground roughly into each other and, fuck, Seunghyun felt so thick against him. Yuta’s whines bordered on desperation as he curled his fingers tightly into the short hair at the back of Seunghyun’s head. He bit down on Seunghyun’s lip, pulling on it until he earned a growling Fuck! that allowed them both to separate and breathe properly for a moment.
Seunghyun trailed his fingers up one of Yuta’s pant legs and, with a tiny smirk, hooked his finger through one the sock garters, lifting it taut before letting it slip. Yuta yelped with a slight flinch as the fabric snapped against his shin.
He backhanded Seunghyun’s right cheek. “Who gave you permission to do that, hm?”
Immediately after, there was complete silence. Yuta didn’t fully realize what he’d done until the slap practically echoed across the room. His eyes widened; oh, God, he royally fucked up. This kind of thing was something Testu would’ve been fine with, but Yuta just hit his fucking boss without even making sure it was even okay to—!
Yuta looked up at Seunghyun, squinting one eye to prepare for the worst from him, but he was given a response so unexpected that he was even more shocked than he could be mortified.
“Discipline me, Yuta-nim.”
It was a signal for Yuta, especially now more than ever, that there was no room for him to be afraid—there was no need to be. He was going to lead Seunghyun, and he could tell so easily by the intense look in those dark eyes that the man would follow.
Yuta let out a light sigh of relief before he leaned back a little. He removed his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and swiftly pulled them off his legs along with his underwear without even caring about removing his shoes. He let out a breathy moan as his stiffened cock sprang free, then brought his knees up and spread his legs wider before planting his feet on the desk.
“Suck on it.”
It felt like a dream watching Seunghyun look mildly unnerved, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. His expressions were so subtle that one would never notice he was nervous; his look of determination that mirrors how he tends to behave at work overshadowed everything.
Seunghyun placed his hands on the desk on either side of Yuta and began crouching down which almost stole the air from Yuta’s lungs completely. He was calm and collected on the outside, but Yuta felt his heart racing against his chest watching his superior become the one who was below him.
Seunghyun hesitantly grabbed Yuta’s cock. Yuta wasn’t packing anything too small or too large, but the man’s hand had dwarfed Yuta’s cock in his hold; it almost made him feel bashful. Seunghyun’s unconfident tongue licked at the tip and Yuta bit his lip, letting a small moan pass. He held the back of Seunghyun’s head—not so much to guide him, but to steady himself.
When Seunghyun finally closed his lips around Yuta and took him into his mouth, he gasped a bit louder. His fingers gripped Seunghyun’s hair. His mouth was so warm and wet, so surprising to feel on his cock...
But for a man who strived for perfection in everything he did, Seunghyun was terrible at sucking dick. His movements were clumsy and he lacked any technique. His teeth scraped against Yuta enough times that he worried for the moment they might actually cut his skin.
But for all the things he lacked, Seunghyun made up for them tenfold in enthusiasm. His eyes were shut tight as he choked on Yuta’s length and he used his hand to make up for the depth he couldn’t keep up with reaching to with his mouth. But most of all, the way Yuta had this well-groomed man, with his features always so immaculate, completely disheveled and undone by him was such an incredible sight to behold that his body shuddered.
“Fuck,” Yuta breathed out, “think I’m gonna come…” He lifted the bottom of his sweater and bit onto it while Seunghyun’s mouth coaxed him dangerously close to his orgasm. Just as he was about to reach his peak, Yuta roughly pulled Seunghyun away from his cock. With his other hand, Yuta stroked himself a few more times, gasping before coming onto his bared stomach.
Yuta cautiously looked down at Seunghyun, afraid that this might’ve been a dream after all. But when he saw his boss still crouched down before him, catching his own breath as well, his heart skipped a beat.
His lips parted and he stared at Seunghyun’s, a small gesture that commanded for more passionate kisses that Seunghyun eagerly obliged to. Yuta didn’t miss the large and well-defined bulge that was desperate to tear through those expensive pants when Seunghyun stood up—Yuta was equally excited as he was nervous.
His hands blindly searched through the top drawers in the desk, which prompted Seunghyun to pull away, confused. “What are you looking for?”
“Don’t tell me you’re raw-dogging your office romps,” Yuta scoffed, peering over to search better.
“Shouldn’t my assistant know what I’m getting up to around here?” Seunghyun rumbled playfully, but Yuta stopped rummaging and raised a confused brow.
“I’ve never fucked anyone, Yuta, let alone in this office.”
His jaw dropped. “Wait… Wait, wait.” He violently shook his head and placed a hand on Seunghyun’s chest. “You? A virgin?!” He huffed a loud laugh in absolute disbelief. “Hav you heard what everyone around here says about you?!” Jesus! Jooha is gonna freak when Yuta tells him about this!
Seunghyun let out a timbre chuckle that tingled against Yuta’s hand and had him turning into putty.
“I’m serious, Seunghyun-nim, this is insane! Fuck… So was that your first blowjob, too, then?!” Yuta hid his face in his hands and laughed; how else could he react after all this? His face became so flushed he could feel his skin prickling.
“Come on, Yuta…” That rich, baritone voice cut through the heat emanating from Yuta. “Don’t freeze up on me now when you still have more to teach me.” He took hold of one of Yuta’s wrists and kissed along his knuckles.
Yuta spread his fingers only a fraction and peeked through the space between them. How could he say no to such a handsome face, with the corners of his eyes wrinkling and his dark circles that somehow made him look younger, with eyes that were staring so deep into his soul?
Yuta cursed under a resigned sigh while he let Seunghyun gently pull his hands away so that he could no longer hide. He didn’t want to have to resort to it, but considering there was no other option in the heat of the moment…
Gingerly, he grabbed Seunghyun’s hand and pulled it towards his stomach. His grip slid up until it was holding on to a couple fingers, then swiped them across the cum on his stomach. His gaze flitted up to Seunghyun’s where he then commanded: “Get me nice and loose for you.”
Seunghyun may be a bit of a clumsy giant, but he is a quick learner and he listens so well. He began by rubbing Yuta’s hole with his forefinger. Yuta clenched a little at the sudden, tickling jolt on reflex, but allowed himself to relax more as Seunghyun pressed with slowly increasing firmness. Yuta wanted nothing more than to immediately fuck himself right into it, but he needed to hold himself back.
Seunghyun traced along Yuta’s twitching hole and pressed further and further until, finally, he felt a little bit of give. He watched Yuta closely and started poking his finger inside. Yuta sighed abruptly at the careful intrusion, then Seunghyun slowly pushed deeper until the base knuckle finally had touched the rim of his hole.
He paused. “Are you all right, Yuta?”
“Uh-huh,” Yuta breathed, his heart swelling a little, “keep going.”
Seunghyun began fingering him slowly, causing Yuta to softly groan; he hasn’t been fucked by anyone in over half a year at this point.
“How does it feel? You’re practically sucking my finger in.”
“Feels—good, Seunghyun-nim. Haa…”
After a little bit, Seunghyun added a second finger. Yuta hissed at the initial stretch and really wished this man was hiding actual lube somewhere in his office. Yuta’s hole held on strong so far, though. He admired the way Seunghyun’s strong forearm flexed, veins popping more prominently, as he curled his fingers and pushed deep inside. Yuta had to close his eyes for a moment and take a deep breath; the sight of Seunghyun alone was overstimulating.
“Aah… Get it more wet,” Yuta moaned. He watched Seunghyun spit onto his hooked fingers and continue thrusting; the mix of cum and saliva produced such a filthy sounding squelch. “Feel for—mnnh, a bump inside.”
It took Seunghyun a moment to fully comprehend that. When two fingers weren’t offering a different response from Yuta, he added a third. He curled his fingers even more and thrusted them more forcefully until finally—
Yuta’s eyes shot wide open and his back arched immediately. “Hh-aah! Yes!" He grabbed Seunghyun’s wrist in a vice grip to ensure that he didn’t move his fingers from that position. He pressed down on that stimulating nub of nerves even harder and Yuta’s toes curled inside his shoes and mewled.
But Yuta didn’t want to come again so soon. “Okay, okay!” He shouted, pulling Seunghyun’s wrist back to get his fingers out of his asshole. His throat was dry due to the panting so he swallowed with a bit of effort.
Once he was more recovered, Seunghyun added a fourth finger to stretch Yuta out even further. When he pulled out, he noticed Yuta’s hole had started gaping more, but it didn’t look like it’d be enough. He frowned. “I don’t think you’ll be able to take it.”
“I don’t fucking care,” Yuta retorted, “I’ve been waiting way too long for this.”
So while Seunghyun worked on his belt and pants, Yuta helped remove his tie and unbuttoned his shirt so that he could admire and fondle his sculpted chest. To Yuta’s surprise, he was met with an identical pair of dragons mirroring across his pecs. Their dark-inked bodies and tails swirled around delicate chrysanthemums spanning across his shoulders and disappearing further down his arms that were covered by long sleeves. While the tattoos were beautifully inked and worth admiring, their history was a curiosity to fulfill another day.
Seunghyun’s cock was relieved from his clothing and it was as large as Yuta had imagined, but looked so much better in person. He wanted nothing more than to take it in his mouth and swallow it all the way down his throat until he couldn’t breathe, but he was admittedly growing a bit impatient now.
Seunghyun stroked his cock a few times, swiping his thumb over the slit to allow a bead of precum to spread down his length. He lined himself up with Yuta’s ass and rubbed the head over his hole to prepare for insertion, but he was suddenly stopped by Yuta’s feet pushing firmly against the front of his hips.
“Aren’t you gonna beg for it?” Yuta asked, tilting his head and cockily tonguing his cheek.
Seunghyun could feel the subtle blush creep onto his ears, but he won’t back down—no fucking chance that he would want to. He leaned forward and let his hot breath seep into the shell of Yuta’s ear. “Ohtani Yuta, please, let me fuck your warm, tight ass. Let me make you feel fucking good.”
Shivering and easily satisfied by hardly any words, Yuta brought his feet away and spread his knees again, granting Seunghyun full entry. When he feels the glistening head rubbing against his hole again, Yuta has to look away and pray—rather, beg—to nobody in particular that he doesn’t end up being ripped wide open.
And by some divine miracle, an emergency room visit wouldn’t be needed. When Seunghyun’s glans first breached his hole, Yuta yelped and winced, but Seunghyun was attentive to Yuta’s body; he held his position and let Yuta make all the calls. Only when Yuta made it clear that he was able to bear more of the stretch and pain would Seunghyun inch his way deeper, little by little.
After what felt like forever, Yuta finally heard him say, “It’s all the way in now.” Ha. As if Yuta didn’t feel like he could hurl from all the fullness spreading up his stomach.
He could’ve laughed, but watching Seunghyun close his eyes tight and let out a guttural moan due to the pleasurable tightness left him with a boastful feeling.
“I told you I could take it,” Yuta muttered with an arrogant sweetness. “Apologize to me.”
Seunghyun opened his eyes again and smirked. “You’re right, Yuta. I’m very sorry.” He leaned forward and rested his forearms on either side of Yuta’s head, invading so much of Yuta’s space that their noses just barely touched. “Look at you, so good at taking my cock.”
“Jesus Christ, just fuck me already.”
Yuta wrapped his legs around Seunghyun’s waist and locked his ankles together, digging them into his body and spurring him on. Seunghyun pulled out slowly before he thrusted back in, causing them both to excitedly moan in unison. He wrapped his arms around Seunghyun as he began fucking him faster now.
“Fuck, Yuta, you’re so fucking tight...”
“Ngh, yeah? Does it feel good, Seunghyun-min?”
“S’good.. Your ass feels so good on my cock.”
Yuta moaned at the approval. Their tongues wrestled each other and licked all over as they exchanged heated, sloppy kisses. “Ungh, touch my chest, Seunghyun-nim.”
Seunghyun hummed affirmatively and ran his hand underneath Yuta’s sweater, rubbing up his soft skin until his fingers rubbed over one of his nipples. His back arched up instinctively, and Seunghyun pinched and rolled it between his fingers until Yuta tipped his head back and let out such a beautiful whine.
The two had each other lost in a deep haze of lust. Yuta was being touched and fucked in all the right places while Seunghyun was losing it over how expertly Yuta would clench, then relax his hole, on his cock. Though, he could only be so patient himself with his beautiful assistant.
In a movement so swift that Yuta didn’t realize was happening right away, Seunghyun quickly pulled out and grabbed Yuta’s leg. With the other hand to help guide his body, he flipped Yuta over onto his stomach and continued to fuck him—even more rough and deeply this time. Yuta gasped out breaths from deep within his diaphragm with every gut-punch to it from Seunghyun’s cock.
“Hey, d’I say you could throw me around like that?!”
Seunghyun groaned into the nape of Yuta’s neck. “I’m sorry, Yuta-nim. I’ve been good, though, so let me have this as a reward, yeah?”
“Haa… Fine.” He conceded quickly, but didn’t stay mad for long. He couldn’t deny that Seunghyun’s cock felt fucking amazing. He moaned so sweetly while Seunghyun sucked a trail of marks towards the skin behind his ear. “You better make sure I feel every fucking inch of your cock.” And Seunghyun delivered on that command like the good boy he was.
“Seunghyun-nim…” Yuta’s dick became pinched between his stomach and the glass top. The increasing friction was less than ideal, and after enough thrusts he was a bit too uncomfortable to feel any pleasure from Seunghyun pounding into him over and over. With his moans morphing into pained grunts, he reached back to try to grab Seunghyun's hip with his fingertips. “Ngh, fuck, my dick…”
Yuta lifted his hips a little and scrambled in an attempt to bring a knee up onto the desk to ease the friction. However, as if he could read his body language, Seunghyun brought his hand to Yuta’s dick to act as a relieving barrier without breaking his rhythm.
“S—Seunghyun-nim, haah! Wait!” His large palm pressed firmly into a particular spot against Yuta’s lower stomach that made his jaw slack and eyelids spring open wide every time Seunghyun thrusted deep inside. His dick rubbed against his own skin and Seunghyun’s now, which provided a friction and stimulation that was even more pleasurable now.
Yuta couldn’t even keep up his little act anymore. Seunghyun was nonstop fucking his hole relentlessly, hitting all of the right places that had his vision blurred by a wave of tears threatening to spill while his moans grew louder and closer together. How the fuck is this guy a virgin?!
“Seunghyun…!” He panted out. “Seunghyun, I’m gonna—aghh! Fuck, I’m coming!” Yuta let out a final wail and then his cock spurted all over the desk and dripped down Seunghyun’s hand.
Then Seunghyun’s hips began to move more erratically, and through Yuta's cries he could hear Seunghyun grunting over him. “Ungh, Ohtani Yuta, please—can I come now…?”
“Yes… Come for me, Seunghyun-nim.”
Yuta twisted his torso and reached for Seunghyun’s neck to pull him close, kissing and licking his bottom lip fervently until Seunghyun pulled out and came all over Yuta’s ass.
His chest huffed as his climax finished and Yuta’s own breathing was equally frantic. They rested their foreheads together, mouths breathing each other in as they took their time calming down—the atmosphere between them now completely changed.
—//—
Monday morning came around again, just like it always did at the beginning of every week. And just like every other Monday morning, the lower-level employees whispered in the elevator about the same gossip involving the CEO of Dia.
“He’s probably sooo good in bed.”
“I bet he has a massive dick.”
Yuta chewed on his bottom lip in order to hold back a chuckle. Various employees filed in and out, level by level, as the elevator continued to rise. The shit-eating grin was still stuck on his face when he finally reached the executive floor, and even during the walk to his desk.
He absently threw his backpack onto his desk and stopped in his tracks when he heard something crinkle under its weight. When he lifted his backpack, he noticed a pale yellow sticky note. The handwriting scrawled onto it was stark and authoritative, much like the person it belonged to. He read the note slowly—multiple times, even—and a burning scarlet hue singed his cheeks.
Keep my schedule clear for the entire afternoon tomorrow. It’s my turn.