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Jooheon walks out of the finished company meeting very briskly, frustrated and with a half hard boner. All because of that shitty co-worker of his. No matter how much Jooheon tries to block out Minhyuk from his sight and his mind, he always finds himself thinking about him and sneaking glances over at him whenever he can. His hair, his face, his voice...no, fuck. Stop. He can’t be thinking about him right now, with what’s happening down in his trousers.
The worst part about being so physically attracted to him, is that he actually hates Minhyuk. Back when Jooheon had first seen him at the office, he was surrounded by female co-workers at the water coolers. When they had made eye contact, Minhyuk gave him a once-over look with a smile, liking what he saw, and sent him a wink - which was completely inappropriate in the workplace environment. Since that very first moment, Minhyuk has been nothing but a nuisance. The constant advances towards him does nothing but tease and aggravate him.One time he came over to Jooheon’s cubicle and spilled his plastic cup of water all over his lap. He grabbed some tissues and wiped down Jooheon’s crotch area. He actually did that.The lewd remarks, the sexual behaviour, his devilish smiles, he directs all of that towards Jooheon, giving him all these signs that he wants him, but then doesn’t seal the deal. No asking out on dates, no offerings to take him home after the company mixers, nothing. Jooheon is convinced that he’s only doing all of this to goad him, and he hates that. He hates Minhyuk .
Honestly, Jooheon should’ve filed a sexual harassment complaint by now. But he hasn’t. He won’t.
Rather than go back to his cubicle like the rest of his co-workers, Jooheon detours down the hall and to the right, where the copy and printer room is. He would've preferred the men’s bathroom but that was one floor down and he needed to cool his head down immediately, so printer room it is.
The printer room is well air-coned and it’s mainly only used on Fridays when hard copy reports are to be handed in, so he knows he’ll be alone in there. But on the off chance that someone does come in, he doesn’t want to look like he’s slacking off. So he grabs some loose printing paper that missed the rubbish bin and starts making copies of them with the scanner, putting the copying amount to 1000 - that will take a while. He takes in a deep breath in, and back out, this is good, he just needs ten minutes in here to calm down and then he’ll be able to return to work as a functioning member of this company, with no boner and zero thoughts of a certain co-worker fucking him on a desk...Maybe give him fifteen minutes.
Suddenly he hears the door open, oh great. Sighing once again, he turns to look at his unwanted guest - fuck, no. Unwanted is the appropriate term.
“Oh hey, Jooheon. I didn’t know you were in here,” Minhyuk says fakely, with his fake smile and fake sincerity. Of course he knew Jooheon was in here. The heat rises and grows exponentially all over Jooheon as he watches Minhyuk close the door, now alone with the cause of all his troubles and frustrations.
“What do you want?” Jooheon asks harshly. If this was a non-professional environment, he absolutely would’ve said ‘what the fuck do you want?’ instead. To make it transparently clear that his intentions towards Minhyuk are hostile.
Minhyuk puts his hands up as a sign of peace, what bullshit, and continues to smile sweetly at him, “I’m just here to use the printer.”
“Well this one’s taken,” Jooheon gestures to the printer he’s using defensively.
“Yeah, clearly,” Minhyuk retorts, looking like he wants to roll his eyes. Jooheon’s face burns, Minhyuk always manages to make him feel like an idiot. Minhyuk walks over to the printer right next to Jooheon’s and the sudden close proximity has Jooheon instinctively stepping around his own to get further away, as if the printer could protect him.
Of course Minhyuk notices with a smile but he doesn't say anything about it. Instead he gets to work on the printer, pressing some buttons here and there until it gets going. Then he bends down, flaunting his ass in Jooheon’s direction to check the stock of paper in the printer. Shit, this is not good. Jooheon had come in here to cool down but with Minhyuk in the room, doing what Minhyuk does, his erection is getting stiffer by the second.
When Minhyuk gets up again he starts to loosen his tie a little and undo his top button. Jooheon was in physical pain now. Minhyuk was too damn hot and he fucking knew it. He knew what he was doing to him and Jooheon bets that he also knows that Jooheon wants Minhyuk to push him against a wall and fuck him senseless, knows that Jooheon wants Minhyuk to make him come so hard he screams. He wants Minhyuk so badly he doesn’t know how much more of this torture he can take.
“So I was watching you during the meeting,” Minhyuk states nonchalantly, and Jooheon can't help but think, no shit.
“And you didn’t look too good, like you're burning up. I think you might have a fever.”
Right, a fever, let's go with that. Red refrains from arguing against it. But then suddenly he stops listening to what he's saying to him, distracted by what he notices is happening to Minhyuk’s printer.
It's printing out blank pieces of paper. And from the small screen on the printer it says ‘15/1000 copies to go’. Minhyuk is doing the exact same thing that Jooheon did; giving the illusion of productivity while in reality they’re just stalling for time. Jooheon’s mind races with the implications. That Minhyuk is not in this room for work related reasons, but because he wants to be in this room with him. It shouldn't surprise Jooheon really, Minhyuk wants to mess with him all the time. But he can't help but let his heart beat faster at the thought of Minhyuk coming in here to talk to him alone. He also can't help noting that with two printers working away, the noise in here would make it impossible for anyone outside to hear them talk.
With these thoughts filling his head, Jooheon is slow to notice Minhyuk stepping around the printers to stand right next to him. The back of his hand lightly touches Jooheon’s forehead, “Are you alright?”
Minhyuk is right in front of him, so close. And that delicate touch is enough to send Jooheon over the edge.
"Fuck this," Jooheon says, exasperated and absolutely done with all of this bullshit. He grabs Minhyuk by his tie and tugs him forward, kissing him roughly. He is done with talking, and done with all of their side-stepping around each other.
Minhyuk is only given a second to breathe before Jooheon has him tightly by the hair, kissing him again, rigorously biting and licking at his lips. He feels Minhyuk grab onto his waist and they step backwards until Jooheon’s ass hits the edge of a desk. Minhyuk a thigh between Jooheon’s legs, no doubt feeling the stiffness of Jooheon’s dick. He doesn’t really care what Minhyuk thinks of that, far too distracted by Minhyuk’s tongue pushing deep into his mouth, taking control of their situation. Jooheon feels hot and bothered all over, quickly losing breath at the rush of Minhyuk’s lips, Minhyuk’s hands, Minhyuk’s tongue, Minhyuk’s everything.
When they finally separate for air, breathing heavily against each other, Minhyuk looks at Jooheon. There’s nothing but lust in his eyes and Jooheon feels the heat pool in his stomach.
“Fucking finally,” Minhyuk whispers huskily.
What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Jooheon isn’t given any time to ask when Minhyuk holds onto the nape of Jooheon’s neck and pulls him in for a kiss. Their lips collide, desperate and full of want. Jooheon moans into the kiss, his groin rutting against Minhyuk’s thigh. He’ll ask questions afterwards, but for now he needs more of this. He pushes Minhyuk away and flips them around; Minhyuk now leaning against the desk. Their kisses become sloppier, as Jooheon gets distracted with unbuckling Minhyuk’s belt.
“I need you,” Jooheon says between wet kisses, “To take off,” he makes quick work of Minhyuk’s tie after his belt, “Your fucking clothes.”
Minhyuk obliges by letting go of Jooheon and starts unbuttoning his own shirt. Jooheon wanted to watch him take it off, to watch him reveal his no doubt exquisite chest, bit by bit, but Minhyuk went and distracted him with kisses. He then feels Minhyuk’s hands slip around his back, drawing him closer to his chest which sets Jooheon on fucking fire.Feeling the heat surrounding him, Jooheon wants to stay like this for hours, screw going back to work. With that single sudden thought, Jooheon pulls back, “Ah fuck, wait, wait.”
Minhyuk doesn’t let him go too far, keeping his hands around him, “What is it?”
Jooheon looks over to the entrance that they both came through, any of their co-workers (or worse their boss) could have come in and caught them by now, “The door. We need to-”
“-I already locked it.”
“Wha-?”
“When I came in.”
Minhyuk had said it so dismissively, like this wasn’t a topic of interest to discuss and that he wanted to get back to the task at hand. And true, Jooheon also wanted to get back to what they were doing, but he just had to ask, “You knew this would happen?”
A smile grows on Minhyuk’s face, “No,” he shakes his head, “I just didn't want anyone to come in while we talked.”
Good enough answer for Jooheon.
“Fuck talking,” he says before his lips are back on Minhyuk’s with bruising force, their tongues beckoning each other in so naturally. Jooheon traces his fingers around the curves of Minhyuk’s rock-hard abs, finally able to touch them after the pure torture of watching Minhyuk bend and stretch in his tight shirts during all those meetings. He pulls his face away enough to look down at where his own hands are going. He slowly moves them down, until finally reaching Minhyuk’s crotch. He palms him through his pants, listening to Minhyuk’s heavy breathing, and feeling the size of him. He had suspected Minhyuk to be above average, but this...
“Jooheon,” Minhyuk interrupts his thoughts. Jooheon looks up to see a heavy-lidded Minhyuk, perfect red lips glistening, “Get on your knees.”
Fuck. Jooheon was planning to anyway, but with that single order he drops to his knees without missing a beat. He catches the way Minhyuk’s eyes widen for a moment, startled by how eager he is, and Jooheon smiles, feeling the thrill of surprising Minhyuk. He quickly get Minhyuk’s pants and underwear out of the way and takes him into his hand, mouth watering at the size of the throbbing cock and licks his lips.
“Too big for you?” Minhyuk drawls with a smirk.
Jooheon only smiles back provocatively, “Not at all.”
He doesn’t wait for Minhyuk to retort, before he has him in his mouth, while his hands go to grip onto Minhyuk’s bare thighs. Above him, Minhyuk keens. Jooheon feels the shudder escape Minhyuk’s mouth, trying to keep his cool. He definitely wants to see Minhyuk lose control, thinking of it as revenge for all of Minhyuk’s shit that he's had to put up with. But also he just really wants to suck Minhyuk’s dick.
He takes the head into his mouth, sucking hard, and then dragging his tongue over the slit, causing Minhyuk’s breath to hitch. Too easy. If Jooheon’s mouth wasn’t full he’d be smiling. Slackening his jaw, he almost pushes Minhyuk’s entire length in his mouth with one quick motion, and he looks up to see Minhyuk cover his own mouth, his face scrunched up in pleasure. Good. Jooheon can’t help but moan himself, choking on the fullness of Minhyuk’s pulsing cock. He starts bobbing forwards and back, trailing his tongue up in different directions, wanting to hear Minhyuk’s lose control.
“Fucking hell, Jooheon,” Minhyuk lets out with a shaky voice. His hands reach to the sides of Jooheon’s head and hold him there. Jooheon gets the message and opens his mouth further before Minhyuk thrusts into his throat, tears appearing in Jooheon’s eyes. God, yes please. Jooheon whimpers at the harshness of the thrusts, his nails digging into Minhyuk’s thighs. With every stroke, Minhyuk’s cock reaches the back of his throat and the pleasure is unbearable for both of them. His muffled whines and Minhyuk’s groans fill the room, as well as the sopping sound of his mouth taking in Minhyuk’s cock over and over and over again. If it wasn’t for the loud workings of the two printers still in use, they would have had no chance of hiding this from their co-workers.
Minhyuk lets go of Jooheon’s head suddenly, leaning back and placing his hands on the desk to stabilise himself. His breathing had become erratic, and Jooheon knew that he was close to climaxing in Jooheon’s mouth. With no hands holding him in place, Jooheon finally pulls off of Minhyuk’s cock completely, lips plump and wet, face flushed and precum dribbling down his chin. From the way Minhyuk is looking at him, Jooheon knows that he looks very fuckable. And god, is Jooheon desperate to be fucked by him.
Steadying himself on his knees, Jooheon’s hands let go of their tight grip on Minhyuk’s thighs and move to unbuckle his own pants. He lifts his waist up to pull his pants and underwear down, freeing his hard cock. Now one of his hands goes back to Minhyuk’s thigh, while the other hand’s fingers go into his mouth, making sure Minhyuk is watching as he laps his fingers up, coating them with saliva. He draws his soaking fingers out and moves them behind himself. The look in Minhyuk’s eyes is priceless when he sticks two fingers into his ass with a sultry gasp.
Now fingering himself, Jooheon attempts to take Minhyuk’s cock into his mouth again, but is stopped short by Minhyuk pushing him back.
“Get up,” Minhyuk orders, placing his hands under Jooheon’s armpits to help pull him up into a standing position quickly, “Bend over the desk.”
Jooheon feels his cock throb at the words, obediently pulling his fingers out and leaning down onto the desk with both elbows, cock hanging low between his legs. Minhyuk growls at the sight in front of him, before pulling Jooheon’s pants and underwear down all the way to the floor. He stays down on his knees and runs his hands up from Jooheon’s calves to his ass and grabs his cheeks firmly. Spreading Jooheon apart with his thumbs, Minhyuk sighs, “You have a great ass.”
“I do?” Jooheon questions.
But the very moment Minhyuk’s tongue starts stroking between his ass cheeks, lapping up his most sensitive area, Jooheon is no longer capable of coherent thought.
“Oh fuck,” Jooheon moans, his whole body trembling at the tension building up inside of him as Minhyuk’s tongue goes wild down there. It looks like Minhyuk tongue isn't just talented at smooth talking business associates and clients.
Jooheon’s barely able to control his groans and whimpers when Minhyuk presses in deeper, his muscles clenching and loosening around his swirling tongue. He hears Minhyuk hum in satisfaction as he withdraws his mouth, leaving Jooheon soaked and exposed.
Suddenly Minhyuk pushes his thumb inside and Jooheon groans, his eyes shutting tight with pleasure. He can't help the string of encouragements towards Minhyuk, murmuring under his breath nonsensical words that trip over one another. Minhyuk continues to moisten him up with his tongue, and he can feel his asshole opening up more with Minhyuk's thumb. It's soon replaced by Minhyuk’s index fingers, which slides in easier and deeper than his thumb could.
“More...god, please more,” Jooheon slurs, fingers scrambling on the desk for something to hold onto.
Minhyuk adds his middle finger and Jooheon whines at the stretch. With all his licking and scissoring and teasing, Minhyuk is making an absolute mess of Jooheon and god, he is loving it.
“M-more,” Jooheon pleads again. He just wants to be open enough for Minhyuk’s cock as soon as possible.
Minhyuk finally adds his ring finger and now with three fingers inside him, Jooheon’s gasps sharply at the rough stretch, but the pain quickly subsides when Minhyuk finds his prostate. At which point Jooheon has to cover his mouth from outright screaming as he lurches on top of the desk, trying to grind back onto the long fingers. Minhyuk lets him take over for a moment, let's Jooheon fuck himself on his fingers, filling the loud printing room with more obscene moans and slick skin than it did before. The waves of pleasure pulse through his body with every push against his prostate, it's quickly becoming unbearable, he needs the real thing inside him. Now.
“Fuck me. I'm ready, just fucking- fuck me already,” Jooheon begs, moaning impatiently, not caring that he sounds whiny, because he's been fantasizing and waiting for this for months, ever since he first saw Minhyuk at that water cooler.
Minhyuk pulls his fingers out slowly, and leans over him to whisper, “Take off your shirt.”
He pulls Jooheon up and has him turn back around, facing him. With shaky fingers, Jooheon unbuttons his work shirt. He watches Minhyuk crouch down again, tugging off Jooheon's shoes, socks and pants one leg up at a time.
When he rises from the floor, Minhyuk claims Jooheon’s lips in a kiss, it's urgent and rough and Jooheon is overwhelmed once again by how much he wants Minhyuk. He pulls away to undo the last button on his own shirt and quickly slide it down his shoulders, but it gets stuck at his elbows where the sleeves are rolled up. A mischievous grin grows on Minhyuk's face and before Jooheon can think, Minhyuk grabs the back of his shirt and twists it around his hand, locking Jooheon’s arms behind his back. He takes Jooheon’s cock with his free hand and starts stroking him.
Jooheon gasps and squirms on the edge of the desk, but he can't escape. He doesn't want to escape. He tries to stop himself from crying out words like yes and please and god don't stop. But he does anyway, murmuring them under his breath. Minhyuk groans and leans in closer, keeping his hand busy. He bends his head low and Jooheon feels the drag of Minhyuk's tongue licking up his neck, and then he bites down. Jooheon's whole body shudders at the sensation, feeling his quickened pulse against Minhyuk’s teeth and tongue. Jooheon’s hips swirl and push up involuntarily, trying to fuck into Minhyuk’s hands.
He's desperate. They both are. Minhyuk removes his hand from Jooheon’s cock and lifts him up until he's sitting on the desk. Minhyuk steps away while Jooheon finally pulls the rest of his shirt off.
“I have a condom in my-” Jooheon goes to offer, but stops short when he sees Minhyuk pull one out of his own pants pocket from the floor. Glad to know Minhyuk is just as prepared for impromptu fucking as Jooheon is.
After quickly putting the condom on and slicking himself up with spit, Minhyuk pushes Jooheon down by the chest and spreads his legs up and apart. He positions himself at Jooheon’s entrance, but then Jooheon reaches out to stop him, “Wait, wait, wait.”
Minhyuk practically growls, “You want to stop now?”
“No, no, fuck no, I just,” Jooheon huffs out of breath and a little incoherent, “...I want...against wall...I want you to fuck me...against the wall.”
There’s a quiet pause as Minhyuk processes his request. It's not a simple task Jooheon knows this, supporting someone’s weight for a long time requires strength and stamina. Suddenly Minhyuk grabs Jooheon’s legs and wraps them around his waist, then goes to pull Jooheon up by his back. Jooheon moves along with him, wrapping his arms around Minhyuk’s neck, while he gets lifted up.
Minhyuk walks them forward until Jooheon feels the cold press of the nearest white wall and excitement builds in him once again, god, finally. Jooheon helps to lift himself up enough to give Minhyuk the chance to position himself properly. When Jooheon feels Minhyuk’s wet cock at his asshole he carefully sinks himself down. Finally. Slowly, he pushes Minhyuk’s cock in, inch by inch, gasping for breath as he descends and desperate to be filled. The tightness feels overwhelming and he forces himself to relax, hot breaths against Minhyuk’s neck.
It doesn’t take long for the pain to subside and Jooheon gives an experimental roll of his hips. He lets out a whimper, tightening his grip around Minhyuk, his fingers probably leaving marks on Minhyuk’s back. He pulls away from Minhyuk’s neck to look at his face. Minhyuk is sweating but there’s no signs of exhaustion, in fact he looks energized, absolutely ready for Jooheon to just say the word and he’ll start giving it to him at full force. It sends a shiver down Jooheon’s spine. He lifts himself up and then grinds back down, panting into Minhyuk’s mouth. It gets easier with every slow roll of his hips on and off of Minhyuk’s cock.
“Okay,” Jooheon huffs out through his endless panting. And just like that, Minhyuk tightens his grip on Jooheon’s ass and start pounding into him. He sets a harsh and fast pace right from the get-go and it’s becoming increasingly difficult to hold back the volume. Jooheon cries out, embarrassingly loud, when Minhyuk unexpectedly strikes his prostate. He hopes the printers are covering up this noise.
Jooheon drags out a long ragged breath, trying to get control of himself, but then Minhyuk angles his hips in a way that has him hitting Jooheon’s soft spot with every thrust. Jooheon doesn’t stand a chance, if someone walks past the printing room, they’re doomed.
With every thrust hitting his prostate, tears fall out of Jooheon’s eyes, overwhelmed by the pleasure, feeling Minhyuk’s thick cock stretching and pushing and filling him up. He’s been fantasizing about this for so long, and now that it's happening, it’s better than what he imagined. He just can’t seem to hold back any of the unholy sounds coming out of his mouth. The long string of fuck fuck Minhyuk fuck yes fucks just roll so easily off his tongue, letting out moans and shaky breaths between them as Minhyuk’s thrusts continue deeper into him.
Jooheon risks removing one hand around Minhyuk’s neck and slips it around his own leaking, aching, cock and starts stroking himself in time with Minhyuk’s thrusts. The added sensation overwhelms Jooheon, causing him to clench down hard onto Minhyuk’s cock. Which in turn, makes Minhyuk give out a loud moan. Jooheon can feel the rush of his orgasm building, tilting his head until it scratches up and down the wall with every thrust.
“Minhyuk, I’m...I’m going-” Jooheon gasps out, out of breath. He’s so close, he knows that if he looks at Minhyuk, the sweating hot mess in front of him, he’ll come right then and there. But he does anyway, he looks right into Minhyuk’s eyes, pupils blown and hot, so fucking hot. Jooheon’s breath hitches and lets out a shuddering groan as he comes over both of their stomachs in messy splatters. Pulses of electric shocks run through his body, clenching all of his muscles, and suddenly he feels weightless. He can’t feel his legs, miraculously still wrapped around Minhyuk, but he can barely think about that right now when all he has on his mind is how fucking amazing that was.
Jooheon sluggishly watches Minhyuk continue fucking him, his thrusts becoming erratic and short, grunting with every stroke. Jooheon pulls Minhyuk s face towards him and their lips collide with biting force, Jooheon practically eating at Minhyuk’s tongue and bottom lip. It seems to do wonders for Minhyuk because he comes then with a low groan in his throat. Minhyuk keeps slowly thrusting through his orgasm, breathing heavily into his mouth, gripping so tightly to his ass that Jooheon knows there will be marks on it for days.
The room smells like sex, like sweat and most importantly, like Minhyuk. If he wasn’t starting to feel the cramps in his legs from this position, Jooheon would want to stay like this, savouring it until the very last moment. But they're both exhausted, so Minhyuk lifts him up a bit to slowly pull out, and Jooheon moans at the loss. As soon as Jooheon unwraps himself from around Minhyuk, he sinks down to the floor, no strength in his legs left. He rests his head against the wall, trying to catch his breath.
Did all that really just happen?
In distress, Jooheon thinks that this might just have been another one of his vivid fantasies and he’ll soon wake up in bed, alone, with a boner, and still very much frustrated. But no, as he watches Minhyuk pull off and tie up the condom, Jooheon knows that this wasn’t a dream because his dreams never last this long past the fucking.
Minhyuk manages to find a roll of paper towels from fuck-knows-where and passes it to Jooheon to clean himself up. He takes it from him, neither of them making eye contact, and quietly wipes up the cum on his chest and throws it in the bin with all the scrap paper. Jooheon’s legs feel like jelly, but he manages to stand up and head towards his crumbled up clothes. He finds that Minhyuk has already tucked himself back into his briefs and is fixing his messed up hair.
They get changed in silence and if it wasn't for the printers still going, the silence would be deafening. Both of their work suits had gotten wrinkled but at least there’s no stains to worry about. As he finishes buttoning up his shirt, Jooheon panics at what little time they have left to talk about happened before one of them decides to leave first. The time for no talking is gone and Jooheon really needs to know what the fuck their situation is now.
Then Jooheon realises that once again, he’s waiting for Minhyuk to make the first move, and doing that in the past had gotten them nowhere. So he breaks the silence first, asking the biggest question on his mind, “What are we?”
Jooheon cringes internally, like what is he, a teenager again?
“Whatever you want us to be,” Minhyuk says non-committedly as he turns to turn off both printers.
Red mulls over Minhyuk’s response, then shakes his head, “No, that's not going to cut it. I need to know what you want from me.”
The printers turn off, and the room falls into complete silence. Minhyuk isn’t looking at him. Jooheon thinks about the start: Minhyuk growling out fucking finally, and he realises he might already know what that Minhyuk meant; “Was this always just about sex? Was the reason why you never asked me out on a date was because you didn't want that? You wanted something like this to happen instead?”
Jooheon looks at the floor, fearing to hear the answer, that yeah, Minhyuk was only after his body. Minhyuk never asked for something more because he didn't want something more.
“You wanted me to ask you out?”
Jooheon looks up at Minhyuk then because he may have sounded confused, but he didn't sound disgusted by his own question.
“Well...Yeah,” Jooheon answers like it was the most obvious conclusion to make.
A broad smile grows on Minhyuk's face, “Do you want to come over to my place for dinner tonight?”
Jooheon steps back, “...Don't say that unless you mean it.”
“No, I mean it,” Minhyuk steps closer, “I want to.”
His smile never wavers and he seems to be finding their situation funny with that little chuckle of his, “To be honest, Jooheon, I didn’t think you actually liked me.”
“What?”
“I knew you were very attracted to me sure, but liked? You don't exactly make that clear.”
Jooheon takes a moment to think back on his own behaviour around Minhyuk in the past, becoming self-aware. All of his grumbles and eye rolls and fuck offs and whatevers. It does send quite a message, “Oh.”
Minhyuk chuckles again before moving towards Jooheon and casually slipping his arms around his waist. Standing at his full height, Minhyuk looks at Jooheon with...fondness, “You know, the only sign I got that I had any chance with you, was that you had never filed any harassment complaints against me.”
“...That's dumb.”
It's all Jooheon can say before Minhyuk is leaning down and kissing him. It's slow and gentle, the softest it's ever been since he started all of this an hour ago. Jooheon lifts his arms up around his neck and deepens the kiss. It quickly heats them up, tongues pulling each other in, their breathing getting heavier. They both pull back, stopping themselves before things get carried away.
“Right, cool,” Minhyuk breathes out, heading to the door. Jooheon hears the unlock of the door and then sees Minhyuk turn to him, “Straight to my place after work?”
Jooheon tries fighting fights back a smile but fails, “Sure.”
While the smile on Minhyuk’s face just continues to grow, “I think that's the first smile you've ever directed at me.”
“Oh, shut up,” Jooheon steps forward and pushes at Minhyuk’s arm, the only form of flirting he knows how. Minhyuk laughs at the effort and opens the door, to which they pause to find their co-worker, kihyun, leaning against the wall opposite the printing room.
His arms are crossed and he initially looked pissed, but at the sight of Minhyuk and Jooheon, together, shifting his eyes between the two, looking at their minor disheveledness- the biggest grin replaces his annoyance, “Well, fucking finally.”