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The smell of cinnamon and pine lingers in the air, Christmas magic mingling with the strong smell of overpriced food from the neighbouring food court. Generic holiday music blasts from speakers overhead, muffled by the voices of the waiting parents and children lined up outside of the elaborate mall santa set-up.
It was the most wonderful time of the year, apparently.
Hao adjusts his little green elf hat in the mirror, pinning it to sit perfectly on his meticulously styled red hair and turning his head to admire his reflection in the dressing room mirror. The green felt of his elf uniform, trimmed with white faux fur, clings tightly to his torso and his arms, cinching his already tiny waist. His skirt is cute and fluffy, and short, probably much too short, but nobody usually seemed to mind.
No, he makes sure they are distracted. His legs, dressed in striped socks that end just above his knees, are the star of the show, the smoothness of his bare thighs on perfect display. Lastly, he can’t forget his glittery makeup of course, accentuating his large eyes and plush lips, and staining his cheeks in a perpetual shade of blushing pink.
He knows he looks good, there’s a reason he’s won the ‘People’s Choice - Elf of the Year’ for 3 consecutive holidays, he’s irresistibly charming.
Hao wasn’t just any elf, he was the elf, the one who got the kids smiling and laughing, who lined the elves pockets with tips earned from dazzled parents. And of course, the one who definitely looks better in these thigh-high socks than anybody else could even dream of.
He was in his element here on opening day, and it was time to make some magic happen.
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No-one had warned him that the new santa was going to be hot .
Slightly overwhelmed by the chaos outside, an unsuspecting Hao had finally made it to his position beside Santa’s chair with the other elves, finally facing the sea of squealing children. A giant Christmas tree looms above them all, like a dazzling monolith of capitalism.
Hao had just begun fussing over a piece of loose tinsel on the tree when the faint sound of jingling bells rang out. Santa was here, and right on schedule.
“Here we go” he mutters under his breath, earning a glare and a pointed nudge from one of the elves standing beside him.
This time, however, it wasn’t their usual Santa. Jiwoong was out of commission, thanks to a very tragic (and quite amusing) incident with some fake snow, which Hao totally hadn’t laughed about for 15 whole minutes last week when the man in question had called to break the news.
Finally, as the screams of the children grow louder and louder, Santa’s sleigh arrives before the elves. Smiling and waving to the gathered crowd, the new Santa finally steps down from the sleigh, his shiny black boots crunching on the fake snow.
Hao was frozen in place.
Warm, cheerful eyes crinkled at the corners, pink cheeks crinkled in whisker-dimples as the man surveys their set-up. His dark hair was styled perfectly under his hat, slightly tousled from the ride in the sleigh, like he had just been pulled from a magazine or something.
Hao nervously straightens his skirt.
The santa is tall, maybe almost as tall as Hao, with his broad shoulders filling out his red costume in ways that should be illegal. The fur trim at the hem frames his figure perfectly, but it is the pants that really catch Hao’s attention.
Tighter than what Hao thinks should be professional, they cling to his hips and legs, leaving just enough to the imagination to make him go crazy. Seriously, who had approved those?
He feels his knees wobble.
“Oh no,” he murmurs, gripping onto the tinsel for dear life. “He’s hot.”
“What’s that?” He hears a sly voice coming from behind him.
Hao jumps, nearly tangling himself in the tinsel as a smug looking Taerae appears before him. The man raises an eyebrow, glancing at Hao with all-seeing eyes before appraising the new, sexy santa.
“Uh-oh.” He giggles at Hao’s despair.
Hao’s voice is a pitch higher than usual. “Don’t even-”
“Oh, I won’t.” Taerae says faux-innocently, before leaning in to whisper. “But I think somebody is looking.”
Hao groans as Taerae prances off, laughing to himself, and when Hao dares to glance over,, the new santa, the obscenely hot santa, was looking right at him, his smile even brighter than before.
Hao swallowed hard, his mouth dry. This was going to be a very long season.
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The shift passed in a blur of jingling bells and toddler’s grabby hands. Hao did his very best to focus on the endless cycle of smiles, waves, and chirpy christmas greetings that his job entailed, though it had become increasingly more difficult to ignore him .
The new Santa - Sung Hanbin, he had learnt through Taerae’s gleeful whispering - was an infuriatingly magnetic presence. The other elves had flocked to him with starry eyes, but even from across the set and surrounded by parents, children, and elves alike vying for his attention, Hao could feel the weight of Hanbin’s gaze on him. It started subtle, Hao even thought it was maybe his overactive imagination getting to him, with a glance here and smile there. But toward the end of the shift during a bit of a lull, he had outright caught Hanbin staring, his eyes lingering a little too long on Hao’s exposed thighs.
By the time the last family had posed for their photo and left the set, Hao was exhausted.
“Long day?” Taerae asks, smirking as he passes Hao a box of tinsel.
Hao doesn’t even bother to respond, taking the box with a huff as Taerae returns to the back area, leaving Hao alone to tidy up. Or so he thought.
Hao crouches near the sleigh, before getting onto his knees as he gathers the stray pieces of glittery tinsel that had fallen onto the floor. He sighs as his knees press into the plush carpet, all too ready to collapse into his cosy bed the second he gets home.
“Need some help?”
The voice is so close to Hao’s ear that he gasps a little, almost toppling forward. His skirt has ridden up higher than he intended in the process, exposing the tops of his thighs, and his fingers tremble as he catches his balance.
“No! I’m good.” Hao refuses to look back, refuses to make eye contact with the man standing right above him. He continues to clean, feeling like his every movement was being analysed under a microscope. He winces as he shifts to reach a particularly stubborn piece of tinsel tangled in the sleigh’s base, knees digging into the carpet as he reaches his body forward just a little too much, pulling his outfit tighter around his waist. His skirt also slips further, exposing a slither of the flesh of his ass. He can definitely feel Hanbin’s gaze burning into him, and his own face is cherry red.
The more he fumbles, the more ridiculous he feels he looks, kneeling in front of his santa, his skirt hiked up and thighs on display. Hao wanted to sink into the floor and vanish, but Hanbin only steps closer, his boots crunching.
“Y-Yeah, I’m fine!” Hao tries to play it cool, finally grabbing the last piece of tinsel and sitting back upright on his knees in an awkward shuffle.
Hanbin’s chuckle is soft, but it sends a shiver down Hao’s spine. “You sure about that?” He teases, leaning down close enough that Hao can smell the scent of cinnamon and pine on his clothes.
“I’m sure!” Hao responds, breathless. “Just tidying up… doing my job.”
Hanbin raises an eyebrow at that, before shaking his head, still smiling that stupid handsome smile.
As Hao goes to stand up Hanbin offers him a hand, and before Hao’s brain can even catch up, his traitorous hand falls straight into the warmth of Hanbin’s. The man effortlessly tugs him to his feet, causing Hao to stumble slightly. Hanbin’s other hand quickly comes to rest on Hao’s arm, steadying him but not lingering, leaving a phantom sensation in its wake.
“Careful,” Hanbin’s voice is lower, but still playful.
Hao quickly brushes off his skirt, tugging it down to its normal length, ignoring the fluttering of his heart as he tries to regain his usual composure. His face is still undoubtedly reddened, but he refuses to let Hanbin see just how flustered he is.
“Thanks,” Hao mutters, voice coming out in a hint of smirk as he straightens up, finally making eye contact. He is taller. “I didn’t expect that.”
Hanbin gives him an amused look, “What, you didn’t expect a helping hand from your Santa?”
Hao scoffs. “ My Santa?” His confidence surges as he dramatically looks Hanbin up and down. “It seems like you could be on the naughty list yourself.”
Hanbin’s eyes flicker with mischief as he laughs, but Hao doesn’t break eye contact this time. No, he’s determined to stand his ground.
“Guess you’ll have to find out.” Hanbin replies smoothly, leaning in a little closer.
Hao doesn’t let himself fluster, straightening his skirt as he leans in with an exaggerated sigh. “You’re going to have to try a little harder than that , Santa.” He accentuates his words with a poke of his finger against Hanbin’s chest.
Hanbin pauses for a second, finally seeming to fluster a little, and Hao smirks a little, feeling proud of himself for taking back some control in this ridiculous situation.
Hanbin’s voice is less teasing now, and more… curious. “Oh, is that a challenge?”
Hao steps back twirling a piece of pink tinsel in his fingers, as he nods with a cheeky smile. “It’s Christmas, anything is possible.”
To really drive the point home, he winks, before turning to pick up his box of tinsel, not looking back to see Hanbin’s reaction. Finally he saunters back to the elf marquee, his skirt bouncing with every step.
Maybe this season will be more entertaining than he had expected. After all, Hao was just getting started.
He is determined to drive that unnecessarily sexy santa crazy.
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Hanbin had prepared himself for many things when he signed up to be mall santa this year. Long lines of needy children and grumpy parents? Sure. Scratchy costumes and heavy boots? Obviously.
What he hadn't prepared for was the elves.
Well, one elf in particular.
Zhang Hao.
The elf was nothing like the others. Most of the staff were cheerful but focused, using the job as a way to make a quick buck over the holiday period. Hao, however, carried himself with an effortless charisma, his every move out on a set a performance. It wasn’t even just the way he looked (though that certainly wasn’t helping with Hanbin’s predicament), but the way he moved and his cheeky smiles, and the way he could so effortlessly send Hanbin spiralling without even saying a word.
Like right now.
Hanbin had arrived bright and early, eager to prove himself to the event’s management, and just as he steps into their set he is met by a certain pretty elf.
Hao is perched on the edge of the ornate sleigh, his legs dangling lazily as he surveys the set from his seat. His dress, completely white and fluffy today, flutters slightly as he moves, and the way the belt cinches his waist is absolutely criminal. His cheeks sparkle with glitter as the artificial light hits him, giving him this ethereal sort of glow-
Hanbin, you are not going to lose your composure over a silly elf costume.
“Morning, Santa.” Hao’s voice is cheery and bright, but with a teasing tone to it that sets Hanbin’s entire body on edge, his mind slightly fuzzy at the edges.
Hanbin clears his throat, forcing himself to look at Hao’s face and not anywhere else. “Morning Hao,” Hanbin replies, trying his best to be nonchalant.
Hao tilts his head, dark eyes sparkling. “Oh, Santa already knows my name?”
Hanbin blinks. “It’s uh- on your name tag?” He points to the silvery badge pinned to the front of his fluffy dress.
Hao glances down at it and lets out a little laugh. “I’m glad you’re paying attention to me~”
Hanbin tightens his grip on his Santa hat that he had been holding, clutching it like a lifeline.
“Oh course, it’s my job after all.” He replies, aiming for professionalism.
“Of course,” Hao parrots, slipping down from the sleigh with a graceful bounce, fluffy knee high boots landing with a soft patter on the carpeted floor and his skirt fluttering dangerously at his smooth thighs.
The man continues to approach Hanbin, and he chuckles a little nervously. As he steps forward he reaches down to grab a string of pink tinsel from beside the sleigh, untangling it in his hands.
“Hold still.” Hao giggles as he comes face to face with Hanbin, before finally reaching out and draping the tinsel across Hanbin’s neck like a scarf. He’s so close that Hao can see every speck of glitter on his skin, and the slight pout of his glossy lips as he concentrates.The sparkly strands tickle his neck, but all he can focus on is Hao’s proximity, and the way his shiny brown eyes flicker up to meet his own.
“There.” Hao brushes his hand down the tinsel-scarf before patting Hanbin on the chest , directly on his pec. “Just spreading Christmas cheer!”
That’s not the only thing Hanbin wants to spread-
“Thanks,” he mumbles out, cheeks flushing with warmth as he wills away the intrusive thoughts provided by his dirty mind.
“You’re welcome~” Hao smiles breezily, stepping back with an appraising glance before spinning on his heel and whisking away, dress fluttering around him as he walks with a slight sway to his hips. Hanbin breathlessly watches him leave, chest still warm from where Hao’s hand had briefly rested.
He is a professional, he needs to maintain his calmness and composure.
But as he looks towards the elf marquee, where Hao is now chatting animatedly with another one of the elves, Hanbin knows one thing for certain.
He has a weakness for pretty boys, and Hao is going to be a problem.
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Hao made a vow to himself today, he was going to keep it strictly professional. The last few days he’d been treading a fine line, balancing his own composure and self-control with the magnetic pull Hanbin has on him.
And so, today he is determined to prove to himself, he does not need Sung Hanbin, he can go about his day perfectly normally like the good elf he is.
He is not going to let Hanbin get him, he is not going to fold for his dark gaze, nor his stupidly kind words of reassurance as he praises the elves for the bare minimum. Damn that obnoxiously kind and charming man! Hao is going to keep his distance, focus on his job, and ignore that maddening pull that Hanbin seems to exert every time they cross paths.
The problem is that Hanbin is everywhere.
Hao is walking towards the decorations cupboard with a stack of glittery ornaments in one hand and a roll of red ribbon in the other, and as he passes by the backdrop where the kids have been taking photos with Santa all morning, he notices the Santa himself setting up for the next group to come through in the afternoon. His back was facing Hao, but Hao couldn’t help but let himself be drawn towards the man and the fluid way in which he moves, carefully tidying their perfect setup.
Hao also couldn’t help but stop and stare for longer than he should, gaze trailing over the tightness of Hanbin’s suit as it pulls on toned shoulders and arms, the curve of his spine, the way his pants cling snugly to his ass…
No!
He’s gone and done it again. Damn him!
Hao blinks and shakes his head, quickly looking away before Hanbin can catch him. Though it’s probably futile, Hanbin seemed to be far too aware of him. He always was. Hao was almost certain that every time he walked past him, he could feel Hanbin’s heated and intense gaze. It was like he was waiting for Hao to crack, to show any sign of weakness and fall into his trap.
Well, jokes on him, Hao is not going to give in.
No more smiles, no teasing, and absolutely no flirting, in any way, shape, or form. He is going to be totally cool and professional
So he walked straight past Hanbin, his head held high and gaze fixed forward, his every step efficient and deliberate. He is solely focused on his task, getting these ornaments to that damn tree and then fleeing Hanbin’s vicinity. Easy. Simple.
He is so caught up in his task that he doesn’t even notice a stray piece of the tinsel on the ground until it is much too late.
His foot catches on it, his body pitching forward before he can even think to react. He squeezes his eyes tightly shut as the floor comes flying toward him.
“Oh shit-!” He gasps, squeezing his eyes tightly shut as the floor flies towards him, bracing for the inevitable impact. But before his pretty face can make contact with the cold hard ground, a strong hand shoots out, gripping him by the waist and yanking him backward with a surprising amount of force, knocking the air out of his lungs. The movement was swift and sure, and Hao’s body collides with something solid… and warm.
His breath is still caught in his throat as he feels the heat of a chest against his back. All he can do is stand there, stunned, heart hammering in his chest like a deer in headlights. The hand splayed across his waist doesn’t pull away. Instead, it stays there, resting firmly on Hao’s waist to keep him steady.
“Careful there.” Hanbin’s voice is low, words almost a whisper as they graze the shell of Hao’s pinkened ear.
Hao still can’t breathe. The proximity was way too much. He could feel every place where Hanbin’s body was pressed against his, the firmness of his chest, and especially the way his palm rests on his belly, fingertips brushing against the side of his waist. His mind has short-circuited, as the heat from Hanbin’s embrace seems to radiate through his own body, down to his legs, his stomach.
In that moment, reality comes crashing back onto Hao, and he immediately tries to pull himself back together. He straightens his back a little, before clearing his throat in an attempt to act casual.
His voice betrays him.
“Thanks,” he mumbles, voice pitchy and breathless. “I’m fine.”
The words came out sounding all wrong, even he could hear how flustered he sounded. Just great.
“Are you?” Hanbin’s voice was somehow even closer now, rich and teasing, and Hao could feel the tickle of every little breath against the back of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine. “You look a little off balance.”
“I’m good. ” Hao asserts, trying desperately to pull back together his confident and assured persona. He was supposed to be in control today, not here like this, in this completely compromising and humiliating position yet again. He can’t let Hanbin see how much he’s rattled by his presence.
Hao finally moves, stepping forwards, but Hanbin’s hand lingers slightly longer than necessary, brushing across his waist and sending a jolt of electricity across Hao’s body before finally falling away.
Hao wants to say something, to break the tension and defend his honour, but he simply cannot, too damn flustered to even string together a coherent sentence. Even with Hanbin’s hand gone, it feels like its imprint has been branded into his skin, the lingering warmth a reminder of what has just taken place.
“You should watch where you’re going,” Hanbin suggests, voice unbearably soft. “Wouldn’t want you getting hurt on the job, after all.”
Hao simply huffs at that. Whatever. He knew this was a game, it had to be. Hanbin is trying to drive him insane, to get under his skin and watch him fall apart, seeing how much he can get away with. Hao’s body, however, didn’t seem to agree with his mind, his pulse still racing and his breaths ragged.
“Thanks for your concern Santa.” Hao finally manages to get some words out more steadily, tidying his hair and his outfit as nonchalantly as possible. “But don’t worry, I can take care of myself.”
He straightens his shoulders, and turns to face Hanbin.
His eyebrows are raised in disbelief, though his eyes sparkle with amusement. His cheeks are dimpled in those stupidly beautiful whiskers, Hao hated but also couldn’t help but be charmed by.
“I’m sure you can.” Hanbin placates. “But I’m always here to lend a hand for one of my elves.”
His elf?!?
Hao is taken aback.
He is not Hanbin’s elf, nor will he ever be Hanbin’s elf.
He vows to himself in that moment that, no matter what, no matter how stupidly handsome and charming and helpful Hanbin is, he will never give in to his games.
Still, as Hanbin turns and walks away, Hao finds his eyes lingering just a little too long. He swallows hard, adjusting his skirt as if that will somehow re-centre him.
“This is fine,” Hao mutters to himself, heading back to his station. “I’ve got this.”
But even as he says it, he knows it’s a lie. Because deep down, he’s already starting to slip.
And slip he does.
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Don’t ask Hao how he ended up here.
It all started innocently enough. As innocently as it could when a certain Santa Claus was involved.
They had closed for the day quite some time ago, the families and most of the staff long gone, and Hao was busy tidying up the last remnants of the day’s chaos. Hanbin had insisted on staying and helping too, which Hao finds very suspicious. He rarely stayed late, and Hao was more than capable of finishing up on his own!
But, here he was, lounging in the Santa chair like he has nowhere else better to be on this random December evening, watching Hao’s every move. Hao was doing his best to ignore him, busy untangling a string of Christmas lights that had somehow gotten tangled beyond recognition.
And worst of all, the largest knot in the mess of lights just so happened to be right along the front of Santa’s chair, the chair that Santa was still currently occupying. Hanbin had offered to help him, but Hao had quickly shot him down, insisting he could do it himself.
In hindsight, maybe he should’ve taken that help 5 minutes ago. Maybe if he did, he wouldn’t still be here, kneeling on the floor in front of Santa’s chair, working furiously at the stubborn tangles.
Hao feels uncharacteristically self-conscious right now, and Hanbin’s heavy and unrelenting gaze certainly isn’t helping. He can feel the weight of the situation, the absurdity of kneeling in front of a man wearing a Santa costume , while he leans back in his chair looking unfairly smug and composed.
“You’re really determined,” Hanbin comments, breaking the silence. Hao resists the urge to roll his eyes, or to huff. He is feeling totally normal right now.
He doesn’t look up. “I take my job very seriously, unlike some people.”
“Is that a dig at me?” Hanbin asks, voice laced with amusement..
Hao tugs at the bundle of lights with more force than necessary, scowling as the knot doesn’t even budge. “If the shoe fits.”
Hanbin laughs softly, warm and genuine, and Hao hates how much he likes it.
“I’m serious though,” Hanbin says after a moment, “You don’t need to work so hard.”
“I’m not.” Hao says quickly, fingers still fumbling with the mess of wires. “This is nothing. I could do this job in my sleep!”
Hanbin hums noncommittally in response, but Hao can feel his eyes on him, appraising.
Hao shifts slightly where he’s sitting, subtly trying to straighten the red velvet of his skirt that has become bunched at his thighs, cursing himself for not being able to stand up and fix it properly. If he did it now, it would be like admitting defeat, and he can’t afford to give Hanbin that satisfaction.
“Stubborn aren’t you?”
“Persistent.” Hao corrects, finally looking up.
Oh.
He wasn’t ready for the sight.
Seated high in the ornate chair, Hanbin towers over him, his legs spread as he leans back comfortably. His face is set in a faint smirk, and it makes Hao’s stomach twist in ways he doesn’t want to think about.
Hanbin leans forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees as he laughs. “Same thing.”
Hao’s traitorous heart skips a beat, his breath rushing out of him. He wasn’t sure if it was the look on Hanbin’s face, or the fact that he’d lean in close enough for Hao to get a whiff of his perfume, but it was making his body do funny things.
Hao quickly looks back down at the lights, desperate to focus on something, anything other than the man in front of him.
“You know,” Hanbin says, voice calm and deliberate, “You don’t have to prove anything to me.”
“I’m not trying to prove anything!” Hao shoots back, his hands clenching around the lights, “I’m just-”
Before he can get the words out, his fingers slip and the lights fall from his hands onto the ground in a sad heap, undoing much of his progress. He lets out a frustrated huff, lips unconsciously puffing out into a pout as he drops his head, before straightening up and glaring at Hanbin.
It was his fault after all!
Hanbin’s face was crinkled in that infuriating, charming catlike way of his, radiating a weird sort of… fondness?
“You’re cute when you’re frustrated.”
“What-” Hao’s brain short-circuits.
Hanbin reaches out then, his warm and steady hands brushing against Hao’s as he takes the tangled clump of lights from him.
“Let me help.” Hanbin says, voice low and close to his ear.
Hao should pull away. He should say something snarky, and take back control of the situation. But he can’t move, he can’t speak. All he can do is sit there, staring up at Hanbin like an idiot whilst his heart races out of his chest.
Fuck it.
Before his brain can even catch up, Hao’s hand flies out, knocking those stupid lights from Hanbin’s grasp with a surprising amount of strength. In the same breath he surges forward, grabbing Hanbin’s stupid Santa jacket and kissing him hard .
It’s quick, impulsive, and desperate - his lips pressing firmly against Hanbin’s before pulling back just as fast, leaving them both frozen in shock.
Hao feels his cheeks set aflame as the reality of what he just did sets in. He stares at Hanbin as his own chest heaves, his eyes widened and lips parted in shock. Hao’s heart drops.
He opens his mouth, scrambling for an apology or an explanation or something , but nothing comes out.
Then, Hanbin moves.
Strong fingers reach out, cupping Hao’s jaw with a surprising gentleness, and before Hao can even take another breath, he’s pulling him in again. This time, the kiss is deliberate - slow and electrifying in a way that makes Hao’s body tense before melting into the warmth of Hanbin’s touch. His lips are skilled and soft, and he kisses like he means it, tilting his head as he deepens the connection.
Hao’s own hands find their way automatically to Hanbin’s broad shoulders, clutching on tightly for some stability. The chair creaks faintly as Hanbin shifts, his other hand falling to Hao’s waist to pull him in closer. The grip is confident yet careful and Hao lets himself be guided toward him.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Hao knows that this is insane. They’re still in costume, still on set , where any lingering staff or mall security could walk in at any moment. But all those thoughts are easily drowned out by the feeling of Hanbin’s sure hands tugging him forward.
Hao gasps softly when Hanbin pulls him up and fully into his lap as he leans back into his Santa chair. The wood beneath them groans, but Hanbin doesn’t falter, arms completely enclosing Hao’s lithe waist to keep him steady. Their chests are pressed together now, and Hao can feel the solidness of Hanbin’s frame beneath that silly Santa suit. He also feels a maddening, undeniable hardness beneath his butt where he’s seated - Hanbin is just as affected as he is.
“Your pretty little skirts, your thighs - driving me insane.” Hanbin murmurs between breaths,
It’s so casual, so natural that it’s intoxicating, and it only makes Hao kiss Hanbin harder, his fingers threading through the soft hairs at the base of his neck to pull him in impossibly closer, shifting his hips to create some friction between their lower bodies. His own dick is half-hard beneath his skirt, and he knows Hanbin is exactly the same way.
Hanbin groans into the kiss at Hao’s movement, sending a wave of static through Hao’s body. It’s everything and all too much, Hao clinging onto Hanbin like a lifeline though they haven’t even done anything yet.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen.” Hao chokes out, voice high and breathy.
Hanbin’s gaze is dark and intense as he looks at him, hands still clenched tightly around his waist, stilling the motions of his lower body.
“Do you want me to stop?”
His voice.
Hao bites back a moan, shaking his head.
He tries to start moving again, but Hanbin stops him with a firm squeeze of his hips.
“You have to say it for me, pretty.”
Pretty. Pretty. Pretty.
He thinks he almost cums.
He whines , shaking his head, his swollen lips drawn into a pout.
Inevitably, he gives in.
“Please Hanbin, Santa , keep going. Let me suck your cock.”
His brain-mouth filter is clearly long gone, but so is any sense of shame or self-control.
Hanbin’s own mouth falls agape and he lets out a little high pitched moan, his hard cock twitching against Hao.
He already knows it is going to be big, from the way it imprints against his tight pants as he flaunts around at work, and the way it digs into Hao’s ass at this very moment.
He shimmies his way back off of Hanbin’s lap, his hands caressing across his waist and stomach as he slowly releases him. His knees hit the plush carpet, and he doesn’t break eye contact with Hanbin as he gets himself comfortable on the ground.
Hanbin slides forward, to the edge of the chair, before reaching out a hand and brushing through Hao’s hair and down his cheek. It’s so, so tender, grounding Hao in this heated moment. He needs Hanbin so bad, right now.
Hanbin’s eyes dart across his face again, appraising him before finally coming to some sort of conclusion, before reaching for the waistband of his pants. He grunts as the thin red fabric slides over the sizable tent in his boxers, and Hao feels himself salivating at the sight. He’s almost vibrating with anticipation, as Hanbin pushes his pants down with painstaking slowness.
“ Hurry up.” Hao whines, bouncing on his knees. He’s tired of waiting, even know Hanbin is trying to push him toward his breaking point.
“Only good boys get rewarded.” Hanbin teases, but it comes out far too natural to be a joke. Hao wishes he wasn’t so turned on by this whole Santa thing, but he is only a man after all, a very, very weak man.
Hao has no choice but to employ his killing move, the pout and doe eyes combo that would bring any man to his knees, gazing up at Hanbin through his lashes, his eyes wide and glassy.
Hanbin curses, sliding his steady hands under the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down in one swift move, finally freeing his cock.
He’s bigger than even Hao had expected, and thick as well, his cock curving slightly to the side as it slaps against his clothed stomach, weeping precum. Hao moans shamelessly at the sight, his eyes wide like saucers.
He’s never sucked a dick quite so large before, and he can’t help but feel a flutter of nerves, even through his immensely consuming horniness. Hanbin must notice this as well, as he reaches out to brush over Hao’s hair again reassuringly, before gently coming to rest on the back of his head.
Hao reaches out a tentative hand to grab Hanbin’s cock, sliding his hand up and down slowly a couple of times, mesmerised as more precum leaks out, easing the slide, and pulling sharp little moans from Hanbin’s lips.
He summons the courage to lean in, planting a light kiss at the pinkened tip before making kitten-licks down the length of his cock. He doesn’t break eye contact with Hanbin as he does so, growing more and more confident with every sound and reaction he pulls from the man.
With Hanbin’s hand gently guiding him, he finally takes his cock into his mouth, fitting in whatever he can as he bobs his head up and down. Hanbin’s hand isn’t forceful, but reassuring, caressing the back of his head as he works back and forth. He brings his other hand to work at the base of Hanbin’s cock, too much for Hao to fit right now, building up a rhythm.
“Doing so well Hao . ” Hanbin praises, voice breathy and strained. Hao himself moans at the praise, throat tensing and then relaxing as he takes more of Hanbin’s cock. He feels his eyes begin to prickle with tears as it hits the back of his throat, but it's not enough.
His lips are connected to the tip of Hanbin’s cock as Hao pulls away, his lips and cheeks swollen and puffy. He knows he makes a devastating sight.
Hanbin opens his mouth to speak, clearly a little confused, but Hao cuts him off.
“Please, Hanbin, go harder. I can take it.” He bats his eyelashes as he gazes up at him, the picture of debauchery, Hanbin’s cock still lined up in front of his face.
Hanbin nods, brow furrowing in determination, and Hao opens his mouth wide again, waiting.
It doesn’t take Hanbin long at all to shove his stupidly fat cock back in. This time, his hand is tightly fisted in Hao’s hair, and Hao doesn’t have to do anything at all except sit there, look pretty, and take it. Hanbin’s thrusts are rough, and relentless, pushing so deep Hao swears he can feel it all the way down his throat.
Hao can do little to stop the floods of tears that erupt from his eyes, and the muffled slurry of grunts and moans that fall from his mouth. They’re not even trying to be quiet anymore, lost in the throes of pleasure.
Hanbin too is moaning loudly, interspersed with curses and praises as he guides Hao on his cock. He’s so hot like this, and Hao finally reaches under his own skirt, pawing at his own throbbing cock. It doesn’t take long for Hao to come at all, so pent up and so unbearably aroused by this Hanbin, getting himself off on Hao’s warm mouth.
Hao is fighting hard to resist the urge to gag, to force air into his lungs, he can’t even see Hanbin any more, his vision clouded by his endless stream of tears. His senses are heightened tenfold, and it’s everything .
With one last, punishing thrust Hanbin releases in Hao’s mouth an obscene amount of cum, lining his tongue and throat, before pulling out with a sigh. Hao is almost in a trance, unable to even think or speak, swallowing mindlessly.
“Are you okay?” Hanbin’s gentle caress brings him back to life, as he wipes away the tears from his eyes with a soft thumb. Hao nods dumbly, and Hanbin pulls him back up to the chair with an arm around his waist.
“You must be pent up, hmm? Can I finish you off?” Hanbin thumbs at the edge of Hao’s velvet skirt, and Hao shakes his head vigorously.
“Already did.” Hao mutters, hiding his face in Hanbin’s neck with embarrassment. Hanbin lets out a little ‘oh’ sound and a giggle, before continuing to gently slide his hand up and down Hao’s side.
Hao’s gaze flickers down to Hanbin’s chest, where his jacket is slightly askew, his breath still uneven. What the hell just happened, Hao thinks, and yet, there’s no part of him that wants to move.
For now, he stays where he is, his heart thundering in his chest as he leans ever so slightly into the warmth beneath him. Maybe just for a moment longer.
He just had mind-blowing sex with his coworker, at work. And he doesn’t even regret it.
Damn that Santa and his infinite charms and his massive dick!