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Jisung catches him red-handed.
The party is a perfect opportunity for one of Minho’s men to sneak in and try to gather information about Jisung’s business and he’s right.
Jisung shuts the door behind him with a soft click, eyes taking in the figure leaning over his office desk and rummaging through the papers he had left there for this exact reason. He wasn’t stupid enough to leave anything important within easy reach, but strategically placing information he could feed his enemies was another story.
“Well, well, well,” Jisung says, startling the man, “What have we here? A dog who doesn’t know his place.”
Seungmin sneers at him, leaning both hands on the desk to give Jisung a disgusted once over.
“Han Jisung,” Seungmin says his name as if it leaves a nasty aftertaste in his mouth, “What are you doing here?”
“This is my office,” Jisung replies, pacing closer, “In my house. On my property. I know Minho likes his men pretty but I didn’t realize he liked them stupid.”
Seungmin frowns at him, eyes sparking with annoyance. He stands to his full height with an added three inches from his heels. His dress is elegant, a deep red satin that clings to his narrow waist and nearly touches the floor. The diamond bracelet on his wrist catches the light from the desk lamp, glittering faintly. A silver locket sits in the hollow of his throat, less expensive but no less well taken care of.
He’s beautiful , but all of Minho’s men are beautiful.
Jisung has always reserved a special attraction to Seungmin.
“You’d love it if I were stupid ,” Seungmin tells him, going back to riffling through the papers now scattered across the desk, “I’m more intelligent than you give me credit for. I got into your office, didn’t I?”
“It doesn’t take a genius to pick a lock,” Jisung says casually as he sets his whisky on the corner of the desk, far away from Seungmin’s reach.
“More talent than your personal guard has in his pinky finger,” Seungmin snaps right back as he moves from the desktop to tugging at the drawers.
They’re all locked, of course, but that doesn’t keep him from wrenching at them with all of his strength.
“Just because Changbin prefers to break down the door rather than pick the lock doesn’t mean he’s talentless,” Jisung tells him.
He watches Seungmin give the bottom drawer one last useless tug before cursing and resorting to kicking it with the toe of his high heel.
“Having problems, Kim?” Jisung chuckles, earning a glare from the other man.
“Fuck you, Han,” Seungmin says heatedly, eyes racking back over the desk before he meets Jisung’s gaze.
He gives Jisung a long considering look and then holds his hand out, palm up, and demands, “Give me the key.”
Jisung raises an eyebrow and a slow grin spreads across his face.
“Now,” Jisung muses as he makes his way around the desk until he comes to a stop in front of Seungmin, “Why the fuck would I do that?”
“Because if you don’t give it to me, I’ll pick the lock,” Seungmin tells him cheekily.
“You really are full of yourself, huh?” Jisung asks, giving Seungmin a long once over, eyes catching on the hint of thigh the slit in his dress reveals.
“You know me better than that, Han.”
It’s true. Jisung does know him better than that. They’ve been doing this dance for years now, but toying with Seungmin will never get any less entertaining.
Standing there in Jisung’s office, looking stunning in an evening dress Jisung knows another man- Minho- bought him, while he demands Jisung help him steal from him and Jisung still wants to bend him over his desk.
“I’ll make you a deal,” Jisung says with a smirk, “You give me what I want and maybe I’ll let you walk out of here alive.”
Seungmin narrows his eyes at him as Jisung crowds into his space, forcing Seungmin to lean back against the desk with both hands.
“What the fuck could you possibly want from me ?” Seungmin says as he looks down his nose at Jisung.
Jisung leers right back at him. He shifts closer until the lines of their bodies brush and he can feel the heat radiating off the other man. Holding Seungmin’s gaze, Jisung slides one palm up Seungmin’s leg from knee to hip under his dress, thumb digging into the dip he finds there. He feels more than hears Seungmin’s breath hitch and Jisung’s dick twitches in interest in his slacks.
“Let me fuck you,” Jisung tells him, watching Seungmin’s pupils dilute at his words, “And I won’t put a bullet in you for Minho’s men to dig out later when you get home.”
“Let you fuck me ?” Seungmin asks, incredulous, “Not in your wildest fucking dreams, Han.”
“My wildest dreams would give you nightmares, Minnie,” Jisung tells him with a sly grin.
“I knew you were a sick and twisted bastard,” Seungmin replies but his voice has softened, breath hitching in his throat as Jisung finally presses their bodies close.
“Oh, you have no idea,” Jisung says, leaning ever closer.
He’s mere inches from Seungmin’s face when the sharp metal of a gun digs into his rib cage. Seungmin bares his teeth at him and shoves the gun in harder. The pain only makes Jisung grin wider.
“Gonna shoot me, Minnie?” Jisung asks, not backing down an inch.
His gaze drops to Seungmin's slack lips, wanting nothing more than to cover the small distance between the, and kiss him, but the click of the safety keeps him in place. Not that he’s actually worried about Seungmin shooting him. If he had wanted to do that, he’d have done it the second Jisung crowded into his space.
No, Jisung is only here now, standing between Seungmin’s slightly spread legs with his hard cock pressed into Seungmin’s hip because Seungmin let him.
They both know that.
“I will,” Seungmin tells him firmly and Jisung believes him.
He really does, but two can play this little game and Jisung has never been one to back down from a challenge.
“Do it, baby,” Jisung whispers, eyes holding Seungmin’s own as he presses himself further into Seungmin and, in turn, the gun, “I want you to.”
Seungmin’s eyes widen and, God, if it doesn’t feel good to surprise Kim Seungmin.
When Seungmin doesn’t move, only stares down at him, Jisung takes matters into his own hands. It only takes a little maneuvering, and the gun is in Jisung’s hand and he’s pressing it firmly under Seungmin’s chin.
Seungmin’s breath stutters in his chest, fear flashing in his eyes as Jisung grins at him. He looks scared, but Jisung can feel him getting hard against him, knows Seungmin loves this just as much as he does.
“What now, puppy?” Jisung asks, lips a hair breath away from Seungmin’s, “Looks like you’ve lost the upper hand.”
“Jisung,” Seungmin whispers, soft and pleading.
It makes Jisung’s cock leak in his underwear.
“Here’s what’s going to happen, baby,” Jisung tells him, “I’m going to fuck you right here on the desk you thought you were going to steal from and send you back to your boss with my cum dripping out of your hole.”
Seungmin whimpers, and Jisung knows he’s got him but he continues anyway. For effect.
“Or I can put a hole in your leg and send you back to Minho bleeding so you can tell him just how badly you failed your mission tonight. You’re choice, puppy.”
Seungmin’s gaze searches Jisung’s but Jisung isn’t surprised in the slightest when he leans in and catches Jisung’s lips in a kiss.
Jisung kisses him back, one hand steady on Seungmin’s waist and the other keeping the gun firm against Seungmin’s chin. Seungmin’s hand comes up to twist fingers in his hair while Jisung’s tongue slides into his mouth. He tastes like those cocktails Jisung always sees him drinking and something distinctly Seungmin .
Jisung traces every inch of his lush mouth, swallowing the little whimpers Seungmin makes as the barrel of the gun digs into his skin and Jisung’s hips rut against him. He’s just as hard as Jisung, cock probably leaking in the pretty panties Jisung knows he likes to wear.
When Jisung pulls back, there’s a flush high on Seungmin’s cheeks and his eyes are half lidded. Jisung wants to ruin him.
“On the desk, baby,” Jisung instructs him and Seungmin complies without any hesitation.
It’d be funny if Jisung wasn’t as fucking horny as he is.
Seungmin spreads his legs, letting Jisung fit himself between them. He grips one thigh hard, thumb digging into the tender inside hard enough Seungmin whines, leg trying to twitch away. Jisung chuckles, pressing a series of kisses from his bare shoulder to his ear.
“You follow orders so well, puppy,” Jisung teases, tongue licking across the warm skin of Seungmin’s pulse point, “Too bad you work for that bastard and not me.”
“You wouldn’t know how to handle me,” Seungmin mutters back, though he tilts his head to give Jisung better access.
Jisung snorts and pulls back, gun sliding down Seungmin’s neck to press firm at the center of his chest.
“I know just how to handle you, baby,” Jisung tells him as he steadily pushes Seungmin down until he’s spread across his desk, gun still firm at his sternum.
Seungmin raises an eyebrow, trying to look menacing, but the flush on his cheeks and the kiss-bruised lips ruin it.
“Yeah?” Seungmin says, breathless, “Fucking prove it, Han.”
It’s all the permission Jisung needs.
He makes quick work of pushing Seungmin’s dress up his legs and over his hips until his lower half is exposed. His cock is straining in his lace underwear, red to match the color of his dress, and it does nothing to hide him from Jisung’s gaze.
Jisung traces the outline of him with one fingertip, slow and teasing. He watches Seungmin’s cock twitch under the attention, leaking even more precum.
“You’re already so wet ,” Jisung teases as he presses his thumb against Seungmin’s leaking cock head, “All I did was push you around and threaten you.”
“ Jisung ,” Seungmin whines and Jisung can hear the wobble in his voice.
He draws one foot up, knocking off his heel so he can press his bare foot to the desk. It spreads his legs wider, exposing him even more. Jisung can feel his mouth water at the sight of all that smooth skin, just begging for marks.
He doesn’t have time for that now, but maybe one day. If they ever do this again.
They will and he knows it.
Seungmin’s always drawn Jisung in like a moth to a flame and Jisung’s bound to get burned but he doesn’t care.
“I got you, baby,” Jisung tells him.
He hooks his thumbs in Seungmin’s underwear and tugs them down until they fall to the floor. It reveals a surprise Jisung wasn’t expecting.
In between Seungmin’s pretty cheeks, sits a plug. Jisung hums at the sight, nudging it firmly with one finger. Seungmin twitches hard at the action, a long whine sounding as if it gets punched out of him.
“Did you let your master fuck you before you got here?” Jisung asks, words cruel and demeaning even as gentle fingers tug at the plug.
He pulls it out enough to watch Seungmin’s body suck it right back in when he lets it go. Seungmin’s cock twitches where it lays against his thigh, legs starting to tremble.
“ No, ” Seungmin protests with a whine, “You know it’s not like that, Jisung. Please. ”
“What’s it like then?” Jisung asks as he tugs at the plug again, and pushes it firmly back in.
Seungmin whimpers at the action. He has one arm thrown over his eyes when Jisung looks up at him, the other white-knuckled on the edge of the desk. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he pants, and he’s flushed down to his collarbones.
Beautiful , Jisung thinks, but they don’t have time for Jisung to drink him in. Anyone could come by the room and find them here like this and it won’t be good for either of them if they’re caught like this.
“You know,” Seungmin stresses.
Jisung does, but it doesn’t mean he’s not going to tease him anyway.
“I don’t think I do,” Jisung replies as he finally tugs the plug free of Seungmin’s body.
He watches Seungmin’s hole flutter around nothing, begging to be filled again.
“I think this greedy hole just wants to be filled,” Jisung tells him, dragging the barrel of the gun still in his hand down Seungmin’s leg to his knee and back up, “And I don’t think you much care with what. My cock. Minho’s.”
Seungmin makes a distressed noise at Minho’s name, but Jisung ignores him. He teases the barrel of the gun up the crease of Seungmin’s thigh, up his aching cock, and then back down. Down, down, down, until he’s teasing the cold metal against his rim.
“This gun,” Jisung continues, eyes glued to the way Seungmin’s hole flutters at the first touch of the gun to his slick skin.
“ Fuck ,” Seungmin whimpers, but he doesn’t protest as Jisung applies pressure, just enough for Seungmin’s body to give a little, “ Jisung! ”
“You want something, puppy?” Jisung asks, drawing the gun back only to push it forward again, harder this time.
Seungmin’s only answer is to whimper loudly, one hand coming down to grip Jisung tight around the wrist. Even then, he doesn’t tell him to stop.
No, Seungmin spreads his thighs wider, giving Jisung all the room he needs.
Keeping a close eye on what he’s doing, Jisung licks his lips and steadily pushes the gun forward, watching as Seungmin’s rim slowly gives under the pressure until eventually it pops in.
Seungmin cries out, back bowing up off the desk and he comes all across his stomach and thighs. Jisung pulls the gun free as soon as he does, cock now aching in his pants as he watches Seungmin tremble in aftershocks laid out across his desk.
“ Fuck , Minnie,” Jisung breathes, transfixed by the sight of him.
Seungmin whines, pressing the heel of his palms to his eyes even as his thighs still shake.
“I need you,” Seungmin tells him, sounding miserable and needy.
Jisung doesn’t hesitate. He tosses the gun aside, leaning over Seungmin’s body while one hand works on his pants. He fumbles the belt and it clanks against the wood of the desk. The button and zip are easier and Seungmin has a leg wrapped around his hips by the time Jisung is lining his cock up.
Seungmin grabs at the back of his neck as Jisung slowly pushes his hips forward, breath hitching as Jisung’s thick cock stretches him open.
“ Jisung ,” Seungmin says his name like a prayer, wet with tears and they’re glittering on his lashes when Jisung meets his gaze.
“I got you, baby,” Jisung tells him again, groaning as he bottoms out.
Seungmin nods rapidly, bottom lip trembling even as Jisung gives him exactly what he wants. Jisung presses a steadying hand beside Seungmin’s head, the other wrapped tight around his hip.
Seungmin groans on the first pull-out and cries out when Jisung thrusts forward. Jisung’s moan is muffled in his neck and he pulls his hips back just to thrust forward sharply.
He knows he’s not going to last, not after watching Seungmin let him fuck him with a fucking gun, but Jisung tries to make it good for him. He keeps his thrust even and measured, but deep and hard enough it jostles Seungmin up the desk with each one.
It doesn’t take much to find his prostate and Seungmin wraps both legs around him with a mewl, fingers digging into Jisung’s shoulders even through his jacket and shirt.
“ Shit, Seungmin,” Jisung moans as Seungmin’s walls spasm around him.
Seungmin whines under him, and arches into the next thrust, coming for a second time. The feeling of his walls fluttering around Jisung’s cock is enough to send him over the edge.
They lay there, panting, trying to catch their breath while Seungmin still clings to Jisung, whole body trembling.
“Well, fuck,” Jisung says after a moment.
Seungmin chuckles under him, head turning to nuzzle at Jisung’s cheek. Jisung turns to kiss him, and it’s slow and soft. Way too soft for what they’ve just done.
Jisung kisses him and kisses him until Seungmin pulls back to blink wet eyes up at him.
“I think they’re going to be looking for us,” Seungmin tells him, and Jisung can hear just how sad he is about it.
“Yeah,” Jisung breathes.
He’s right. They’ve both been gone way too long. Changbin is bound to be looking for him and neither of them can afford for Jisung’s personal bodyguard to catch them like this.
Seungmin winces when he pulls out and Jisung briefly regrets the gun, but Seungmin speaks before he can apologize.
“It’s going to leak out.”
He sounds so sad about it that it startles a laugh from Jisung. Seungmin frowns at him, pouting and Jisung doesn’t bother resisting leaning in for a kiss.
“I guess it’s good that you came plugged tonight,” Jisung whispers against his lips as he grabs the plug from where it sits on the desk.
“I had plans,” Seungmin tells him.
Jisung raises an eyebrow, pressing the plug against Seungmin’s rim. His body takes it easily and Seungmin shudders when the base finally presses against his skin.
“To get fucked?” Jisung asks even though the answer is clear.
“I did, didn’t I?” Seungmin asks cheekily as he wipes at the cum cooling on his stomach with the tissues from Jisung’s desk.
Jisung narrows his eyes at him.
“You better not let anyone else fuck you, Seungmin.”
Seungmin gives him a bored look before sliding from the desk.
“Or what?” he asks as he fixes his dess and slips his heels back on, “You’ll shoot them?”
“Yes,” Jisung says without pause.
“Hot,” Seungmin says with a grin and it only makes Jisung want to fuck him all over again.
Jisung is still staring at him pointedly, cock now tucked back in his underwear but his belt still hanging open, when Seungmin looks up at him.
“Jisung,” Seungmin says with a sigh as he reaches to do Jisung’s pants back up himself, “I’m not going to fuck anyone else. You know I belong to you. That’s not going to change.”
“I wish the rest of the world knew that,” Jisung tells him, pouting hard enough that Seungmin laughs at him.
“One day, baby,” Seungmin promises him, “We’re almost there. Just a little longer.”
“I can’t wait to see the look on that fuckers face when he realizes we’ve both played him and he’s lost his entire empire.”
“Well, if we don’t leave now, it’s going to be Changbin blowing our cover.”
They don’t waste any more time cleaning up. Everything is back in place, Seungmin’s hair fixed and Jisung’s suit mostly free of creases. They’re just stepping out the door when Jisung catches Seungmin by the chin and drags him in for a kiss.
“Come back to me, jagiya,” Jisung tells him as he presses a neatly folded piece of paper into Seungmin’s palm.
Jisung knows he will. It is Jisung’s locket around his neck, after all, but overturning a criminal empire to replace it with their own is hard work. One day, Seungmin will take his place at Jisung’s side, exactly where he belongs.