Work Text:
Yujin is slouched over his office desk, frantically clicking, waiting for the tickets to open. It’s a bit embarrassing to do this at work, but he offered to work overtime. He’s just using some of that overtime to buy tickets for his favourite group – ZEROBASEONE. His duty as ZeRose does not falter even at work. Plus, the wifi is faster in his cubicle. He gnaws on his bottom lip. The second the clock hits eight o’clock, the page opens and he’s quick to press the enter button. He has his mouse hovered over the seats he wants before-
“Yujin-ah?” A voice calls out from behind him. The mouse in his left hand goes flying across the desk. He swivels around in his chair, turning to face the person behind him. Nobody should even be here. It’s after hours. Nobody except…
“Ah… manager-nim.” Yujin awkwardly smiles. Shen Ricky, his team manager, is standing in front of him, a hand extended to place on Yujin’s shoulder. He towers over Yujin, and it feels a bit intimidating. Especially when he knows he’s one step away from being caught misusing his work hours.
“You’re working overtime, again? You should get a break.” Ricky attempts to peer over Yujin’s shoulder, but the younger shuffles further back, hiding the screen.
“Aha- um- well they say the early bird gets the worm, or something like that.”
Ricky leans back after a fruitless attempt to look at Yujin’s screen. He raises a brow.
“Sure…” Ricky trails off. “What are you working on? Just out of curiosity. As your team manager, I think I should know.”
Yujin gnaws on his lip, before awkwardly laughing. “Just- um- a proposal.”
“Can I see? I can look over it to make sure all the information is in its right place.” Ricky crosses his arms, smug, as if he already knows Yujin won’t.
“Um-” Yujin stammers. “I- it’s- it’s messy. I don’t think it’s very good. I might as well just delete it because-”
At the moment, Ricky leans over the desk, reaching behind Yujin to grab hold of the mouse. Yujin gasps in shock, but more so at Ricky’s close proximity. Their chests are nearly touching, and he can feel the mouse get extracted from his grip by those delicate, long fingers. He shuts his eyes, embarrassed. He’s ready to get caught at this point.
Strands of Ricky’s hair brush up against his cheek and he shuts his eyes. He takes a deep inhale and holds his breath.
“Ah… zero…base… one?” Ricky reads. Yujin can feel his cheeks burn.
“I…” Yujin trails off.
He can hear Ricky let out a soft chuckle. “Ah, a boy group? That’s cute.”
Yujin slowly opens his eyes. From this point of view, his chair is leaned back, courtesy of Ricky leaning on the arm rests to take a closer look at his computer. Yujin is looking up at Ricky, face level with Ricky’s neck, the tie loose. Yujin gulps.
Ricky is known to be handsome at the office. He gets lunch proposals from all the female workers and even some of the older and rich clients always stare at him for an extra second when they’re first meeting him.
But, he always seemed like something unattainable. He is so smart and rich. He’s well spoken and quiet. He’s elegant. He’s professional. He’s tall and handsome. Yujin – in his blooming sexuality and adulthood – started to ogle Ricky even more ever since he started his internship here.
He can’t help it. He’s basically still a teenager until he turns twenty. And he’s just a dumb kid trying to figure things out about himself.
Ricky snaps his attention back down to Yujin. His eyes are sharp and they pierce right through Yujin’s heart. He can feel his heart hammer wildly.
“I always thought young boys like you would enjoy the girl groups more.” Ricky teasingly smiles at Yujin.
“Ah- um- I like both. I just really like… this group.” Yujin mumbles, averting his gaze. Ricky snorts.
“Ah, I see. So you’re a switch hitter,”
“A, what?”
“You know, you hit both sides. Girls, guys.”
“A..hu-huh?” Yujin splutters.
Ricky shakes his head. “Ah, you’re too cute.”
A beat of silence passes. Yujin’s still blushing furiously. Ricky hasn’t moved. Then, he remembers. His tickets! Everything wipes out of his mind and he swivels in his chair. Ricky lets go of Yujin’s chair and lets the boy turn back around to his computer.
He pales when he’s greeted with the screen he sees in his nightmares.
[TICKETS NO LONGER AVAILABLE]
Yujin groans and slams his head down on the table. He wants to be mad at his manager for interrupting him, but he knows he’s probably messed up by attempting to buy tickets at work.
“There, there. That was my fault, sorry.” Ricky assures the younger with a pat to the back of his head. Yujin’s hair flops when he turns to face Ricky, who has a sympathetic expression on his face. “You know, I have a friend who might have tickets for you. He’s really into this group as well.”
Yujin perks up immediately. “Really?”
“You know Matthew hyung?”
“The head of the marketing team?”
Ricky nods. “He’s got some, most likely. He could give you one.” There’s a short pause. “If you behave.”
Yujin pauses, looking back up at Ricky. “Huh?”
“You know… you’re prohibited from using the office computer for personal use. That’s against the personnel code.”
Yujin furrows his brows. “Ah… I know.” Yujin mumbles.
“Typically, I would give you a suspension for a few days. Whatever the corporation decides to do with you.”
Yujin nods. He listens like a scolded dog, his head hanging heavy between his shoulders.
“But… I think I can make an exception for you.” Ricky mutters. Yujin shoots his head up to look at Ricky. His manager is wearing an unreadable expression. “Yujin-ah, do you like boys?” Ricky leans forward, his eyes sly and lidded in a teasing manner. Yujin thinks that this must be some sick joke.
“Oh no, I’m not joking. I just can’t help but wonder if everyone looks at their manager the way you do.”
Crap. He’s been caught red-handed.
“Huh…?” Yujin looks up at Ricky with a nervous look. Ricky puts his hands on the arm rests of Yujin's office chair, leaning both of them backwards. Ricky’s close. Closer than he was just now. Yujin gulps, squirming under Ricky’s heavy gaze. Ricky moves closer, and Yujin’s quick to avert his gaze.
A hand on his chin brings his face back to Ricky’s. Yujin gasps, his breaths heavy. Ricky smiles to himself.
“Just tell me you want it.” Ricky mutters against Yujin's lips. He can feel Ricky’s breath every time he breathes. Yujin shuts his eyes, his exhale shaky.
“I- I’ve never kissed another man before.” Yujin bashfully admits. Actually, he’s never kissed anybody before.
“It’s okay.” Ricky softly assures. Yujin opens his eyes and is met with Ricky’s sharp, yet soft eyes. “I can teach you, sweetheart.” Yujin licks his lips subconsciously and Ricky leans forward.
The first press of their lips is soft, yet overwhelming. Yujin shuts his eyes and grips the front of Ricky’s carefully ironed dress shirt. Ricky’s lips are soft, and he languidly moves his lips against Yujin’s own. The younger boy squirms awkwardly, the kiss somehow overwhelming all his senses. His heart beats wildly in his chest.
Ricky tilts his own head and kisses Yujin deeper. A hand comes to Yujin’s tie and he pulls the younger one up to meet his lips. Yujin whimpers softly when Ricky’s teeth ghost his bottom lip. Ricky is gentle when he swipes his tongue against Yujin’s front teeth. The action has Yujin’s knees buckling and squeezing together.
It’s embarrassing how quickly aroused he gets. He gulps, hands tightening in Ricky’s shirt. When they pull away, Yujin is out of breath, looking up at Ricky with bleary eyes. Ricky licks his lip, giggling.
“You’re so cute, Yujin-ah.” Ricky smiles to himself. He kisses the corner of his mouth, then his cheek, then his jawline, then behind his earlobe. Yujin shivers at every touch of his lips. He’s too aware of how his stomach flips with every kiss, and he shifts in his seat, the hardness in his slacks making their presence well known as he fills out his boxers.
Ricky takes note of this, muffling a giggle into the skin of Yujin’s neck.
“Cute. Is this your first time, baby?” Ricky kisses Yujin on the cheek again, pulling away to look down at Yujin. He cups the younger boy’s cheek with his palm. Yujin leans into the touch, nodding. “I’ll teach you, then.” Ricky reassures. He tugs on Yujin’s tie, forcing the boy to stand up.
Ricky kicks the chair away, trapping Yujin against the table as they lean against it, now standing. He tugs on Yujin’s tie again, pulling him closer to him. Their lips connect again, more heated. Yujin lets Ricky lick into his mouth. He can feel himself throb in his slacks and he whimpers again. Ricky’s hand rests against the desk, the other on Yujin’s tie. He shuffles closer, sticking thigh between Yujin’s legs. The pressure against his dick has Yujin whining, hands wrapping around Ricky’s neck to hold him closer. His fingers tighten on the fabric on Ricky’s shoulders.
Ricky tilts his head, moving his head with the flow of the heated kiss. Every time their tongues meet, Ricky hums out a pleased, muffled noise. His fingers come to the knot in Yujin’s tie, and it expertly unties it, pulling the tie off and laying it on the desk, The first two buttons of Yujin’s shirt are coming undone.
Yujin pants hotly against Ricky’s lips when they separate. Ricky smirks, kissing Yujin softly once more, before he turns the boy around, pressing him against the desk. Yujin gasps at the sudden shift in position. He feels somewhat more exposed like this. His erection is still raging against the confines of his slacks, and he subconsciously ruts his hips against the edge of the desk.
Ricky slots his hips against Yujin’s ass. Yujin gasps at the position. He can feel the way Ricky’s own erection strains against his slacks, rutting against the curve of his ass. He shivers.
Ricky leans over Yujin’s frame, lips kiss the tip of Yujin’s ear. “Can I take these off, baby?” Ricky asks, his fingers ghosting over Yujin’s belt. Yujin moans softly, the soft pressure of Ricky’s fingers so close to where he needs it overwhelming him. He nods frantically.
“Hmng- anything. Please.”
“So polite.” Ricky chuckles to himself. His fingers deftly undo Yujin’s belt, sliding it to the floor with a soft clank. The zipper of his slacks is loud, but the second the pressure against his erection is no longer suffocating, he sighs in relief. Ricky’s hand grabs hold of his erection from through his boxers. Yujin can feel how soaked he is when Ricky digs his thumb into his slit front through the fabric.
“So desperate.” He comments. Yujin squirms, embarrassed. He lets out whines when Ricky jerks him off through his boxers.
“Hyu- hyung- hngh-ah-!” Yujin splutters. His moans are so breathy and whiny that he gets embarrassed. He buries his face into his arms. Ricky’s hand comes to Yujin’s neck, gently gripping it and lifting his head up. Yujin gasps, the pressure against his throat making his eyes flutter.
“I want to hear everything.” Ricky whispers. Yujin’s senses are overwhelmed, he can only moan stupidly, nodding mindlessly. Ricky dips his fingers underneath Yujin’s boxers, and grips the base of his dick. Yujin gasps wetly when Ricky begins to set a slow pace, stroking him with a tight grip.
Yujin arches his back as Ricky pulls him flush to his chest with the hand on Yujin’s throat. He fails to suppress his sounds as Ricky strokes Yujin’s wet cock. He throbs every time Ricky swipes a finger over his leaking tip.
He looks down at the way Ricky’s long fingers wrap beautifully around his dick, his tip red and angry as beads of precome drip down his shaft. It’s artfully erotic. Yujin’s never had anybody touch him before. He’s never had anybody see him naked. He twitches with every stroke upwards.
Of course, being a virgin means that you don’t last very long at all. Yujin doesn’t know how to warn Ricky he’s coming, before he spurts long streaks of his come across his desk, hitting his keyboard. He moans, twitching in Ricky’s hold as he strokes him to completion. The sounds tumbling from Yujin’s lips are sinful, and he’s never heard him make noises like that before.
Maybe because it’s Ricky.
“Nghhghfg- oh- ahghngf- Rik- hyung-” He moans brokenly.
He twitches when Ricky pulls his wet fingers off of his dick, tightening playfully at his tip. Yujin whines and his hips twitch away from the stimulation. Ricky giggles in Yujin’s ear. He lets go of his grip on Yujin’s throat and lets him fall forward onto the desk.
“You’re so cute, Yujin-ah.” Ricky breathily mumbles. His hands come to rest on Yujin’s lower back, still sprawled out on the desk. Yujin pants against the desk, still strung dry from his recent orgasm. Ricky’s fingers come to rest underneath the band of his boxers, still on his hip, only his dick is resting outside, wet and still throbbing with the aftershocks of his release.
“Can I?” Ricky asks, his fingers brushing against Yujin’s hipbones. Yujin shivers with the touch. He nods. Ricky kisses Yujin’s nape and pulls the rest of his slacks down. They fall at Yujin’s ankles.
Ricky’s hands come to Yujin’s ass, groping the skin. Yujin feels embarrassment creep up his spine.
“You okay, aegi-yah?” Ricky checks in on him, leaning over Yujin’s body, kissing his cheek. Yujin whimpers. He can feel Ricky’s erection pressing against the curve of Yujin’s ass. He wiggles his hips back against Ricky.
“Hngh- it was good. I- I liked it.” Yujin answers. Ricky presses a wet kiss to Yujin’s ear.
“Good.” Ricky leans back. “Can hyung teach you more things?” Ricky asks, his fingers brush up against Yujin’s puckered rim. Of course, that’s what Yujin was expecting the night would lead to, but he feels himself tense up.
“I- I don’t know. I’m scared.”
“I’ll help you. It won’t hurt.” Ricky assures him with a hand soothing down his spine.
Yujin nods. Ricky’s hands feel like liquid gold whenever they touch him. Leaving trails of pleasure in its wake. He’ll let Ricky do whatever he wants to him.
He nods. “I- I trust hyung.” Ricky turns Yujin’s face with fingers on his chin, kissing him passionately as their tongues meet again. Kissing Ricky is nice. He can get lost in the feeling of Ricky’s tongue against his and how it makes his stomach churn with want. Ricky pulls away completely. Yujin’s vision is still bleary from the kiss, his head empty. Before he can ask where Ricky went, he feels two hands spread his cheeks apart and-
Ricky spits on Yujin’s hole. It feels filthy and Yujin stifles a whimper at the action.
“Ah, you liked that?” Ricky asks, his thumb rubbing against Yujin’s rim. “You clenched, right here.” Ricky enunciates his point by dipping his fingers into Yujin’s hole. It’s dry and he whines. Ricky removes his thumb.
“Don’t worry, baby. I have lube.” Ricky separates from Yujin, pulling away and leaving Yujin flushed and exposed on his desk. He has no strength in his arms, shaking as he pushes himself up to watch Ricky move around the office, to his desk. Yujin scoffs to himself when he sees Ricky pull out a small tube of lube.
“And I’m the unprofessional one…” Yujin mutters. Ricky strides over, placing a hand on Yujin’s lower back to get him to arch his back.
“You’re so full of it.” Ricky snorts. “I’m the manager, I can do what I want.”
Yujin rolls his eyes. “Yeah, sure. Whatever you say, your highness- hfnns-”
A cold sensation brushes against his hole and he clenches, shifting his hips away. Ricky stops him with a firm hand on his waist.
“Stay still.”
Yujin whines. He buries his face in his arms. The fingers rub against his hole, making Yujin shiver every time it catches on his rim. There’s not really any warning for it. Ricky pushes his finger into Yujin’s tightness. The younger boy gasps, hand coming to his back to grip Ricky by his wrist.
It’s foreign, and he can feel the way his hole stretches around the appendage. Ricky’s stupid long finger inches its way inside of his walls. Yujin pants hotly. His grip on Ricky’s wrist is not doing much other than grounding him. He can feel his hips jump when Ricky pushes his finger all the way in, his knuckles brushing up against the cleft of Yujin’s cheek. His chest sinks further into the desk, and he lets his hands come to rest beside his head, gripping nothing.
Ricky’s hand on his waist comes further back the curve of his ass, gently stroking it.
“You’re tight. Relax.” Ricky whispers gently, leaning over Yujin’s back and leaving hot breaths near Yujin’s ear. It seems to be Ricky’s favourite place. Ricky’s hand creeps to the front of Yujin’s torso, gently brushing against the twitching head of Yujin’s dick. The second Ricky grips Yujin by the base of his dick, the younger boy lets out a breathy moan, the dual stimulation too much.
Yujin squeaks once Ricky starts thumbing his slit, his whole hand nearly big enough to encompass his length.
“You’re so tiny and wet here.” Ricky teases, before he strokes his hand upwards on the boy’s shaft. Yujin can feel himself clench around Ricky’s singular digit inside of him. He feels overwhelmed by the sensation, letting heavy exhales escape his bitten lips. Ricky pulls his finger out and teases a second one. It already feels like too much, but he doesn’t stop Ricky.
The sensation of his hole being stretched around Ricky’s fingers is almost painful. The fingers still, flush to his ass. Ricky wiggles his fingers experimentally, and Yujin squirms. It feels foreign to have something moving, searching in his hole. When Ricky scissors his fingers apart, Yujin can feel the way his hole stretches around the digits, feeling cold air hit his rim. Yujin lets out a throaty gasp, clawing at his desk when Ricky angles his fingers upwards.
“Hdhsg- h-hyung- Rik hyu-ng-” Yujin brokenly wails, pressing his forehead to the desk as his hips jump – away and towards the stimulation at the same time. Ricky doesn’t let up. Yujin can hear the way Ricky snickers behind him, his long fingers pressing insistently against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of him. Ricky’s still languidly stroking his dick, the small appendages twitching in Ricky’s hold.
Yujin feels his body melt into the desk, molding himself with it. Ricky pushes a third finger in, and Yujin feels full. He’s so sensitive, his senses are fired up, having already come once and well on his way to a second. His bare skin has never even been touched by somebody else, and the pleasure is overwhelming all his senses. His vision is blurry, his body twitching and squirming every time Ricky presses against Yujin’s prostate.
The audible squelch of his hole, wet with lube and spilling out around Ricky’s fingers is obscene. He clenches down in pleasure, hearing the way it emits a wet sound. He whines, burying his head into his arms. His fingers grip the edge of the desk as Ricky’s fingers work him up.
“N-no mo-re hyunggg-” Yujin whines, feeling the knot build in his abdomen, squirming away from the sensations attacking both his front and behind. Ricky rubs the palm of his hand against the tip of Yujin’s wet dick, and the younger boy shivers before all the hands pull away. Yujin moans when Ricky’s fingers are dislodged from his hole, the sudden pull from his hole making his eyes roll back. He feels empty, twitching on the desk, hips squirming.
He feels Ricky’s hand rest on his hips, his hardness rutting against the wet slope of Yujin’s prepped hole.
“Baby, can hyung fuck you?” Ricky lowly mutters, nibbling on Yujin’s ear lobe, before leaving a wet opened mouth kiss to Yujin’s cheek. He punctuates his question with a small thrust of his hips into Yujin’s ass. Yujin gasps when he feels the hardness slip against his wet hole. Yujin has no words, just the burning aching emotion of want coursing through his veins. His hips jump back to meet Ricky halfway, nodding his head.
“Speak, Yujinnie. Hyung doesn’t know what you want unless you tell him.”
Yujin whines, shaking his head, rutting his hips back into Ricky’s front to get the elder to cave in. He doesn’t want to beg. He just wants Ricky inside of him. Ricky tightens his grip on Yujin’s hips, halting his movements. Yujin winces from the harsh grip.
“Yujin-ah. Tell me what you want.” Ricky firmly commands. Yujin weakly grunts out a protest, before he looks over his shoulder to make eye contact with Ricky. His eyes are dark, amused. His hair is still somehow so perfect. Yujin can’t even imagine what he looks like.
“P-puh-please… hyung… take care of me…” Yujin mumbles. Ricky’s face lights up and he smiles gently, leaning down to steal a kiss from Yujin’s lips, wiping the tears on his face.
“Of course I will.” Ricky confirms, kissing Yujin again, licking into his mouth. Their tongues connect again, and Yujin melts into it. Ricky’s hands are gone from his face, and the next thing Yujin knows is he feels Ricky’s length throbbing against the slope of his ass.
He separates from the kiss to let out a gasp against Ricky’s lips. Ricky grins, amused, before leaving a last kiss to Yujin’s jaw. Ricky leans back, his pants unbuttoned just to tuck his boxers underneath the base of his dick. It’s obscene, a reminder of where they are. At work, in their suits. Yujin’s pants only tossed to his ankles, shirt pushed up to show off the curve of his back.
Ricky’s length is pretty, just like him. It’s long, pink at the tip. Ricky grips himself at the base of his cock, and slaps it against Yujin’s hole, holding it open with a hand on one of Yujin’s cheeks. Yujin yelps, the wet sound it makes embarrassing him.
“Are you okay with this?” Ricky asks, for a final time. As if Yujin’s rutting against Ricky’s length is not proof enough. Yujin nods.
“Please, hyung.” Yujin mumbles bashfully. Ricky softly grins at him, leaning forward to kiss the back of Yujin’s neck. Ricky takes time to slick up his length, grunting at the pressure on his dick. Yujin tries not to blush too much over it. He hasn’t heard Ricky make a single noise since they started.
Ricky’s wet length finally rests against Yujin’s hole, ready to push in.
“Hyung… don’t we need a- um- condom?”
“I don’t have any.” Ricky shrugs, as if it’s not a big deal. Yujin knows you typically need condoms to have sex, but he doesn’t remember if it’s the same for boys. “Is that okay? I’ll pull out. I won’t come inside.”
But Yujin wants him to. Instead, he nods gently, pushing his hips into the air, into Ricky’s palm. He wants to let Ricky do whatever he wants.
Ricky pushes Yujin’s hips down, shuffling forward to tease his cockhead against Yujin’s hole, feeling it almost press inside, before it slips out. Yujin whines.
“Alright, alright.” Ricky giggles. He grips himself by the base and finally lets his cock push into Yujin’s small, virgin hole. Yujin’s eyes shoot open, gasping at the heavy pressure. Ricky doesn’t yield, he keeps pushing in. The pressure just gets heavier and heavier. Yujin swears he can feel his breath knocked out of him. He clenches down on Ricky’s dick in the middle of the slide, and he can hear Ricky curse behind him.
“Fuck. You’re so-” Ricky grunts, gripping Yujin’s hips hard. Yujin falls forward, pressing his cheek against the desk as he pants hotly, eyes shutting. It’s too much, he almost asks Ricky to stop. It doesn’t hurt, just… a lot.
Ricky leans forward, pressing his chest to Yujin’s back.
“Baby- hah. Relax.”
Easy for you to say, Yujin internally curses as he responds back to Ricky in whines and heavy pants. Ricky’s hand traces circles into his hip bone, before trailing further down to grip Yujin by the base of his cock. Yujin whines, before Ricky starts stroking him, at a quick pace. Yujin’s body trembles at the fast pace, feeling his gut clench and unclench with every upstroke on his shaft.
In a moment, he feels Ricky slam his hips all the way once Yujin loosened up a little. Yujin wails, clenching tightly around Ricky as he comes all over Ricky’s hand, feeling it drip to the floor. His eyes roll up, shutting his lids as he scrambles for purchase on his flat desk. Ricky groans right into Yujin’s ear, and he moans back in return. Ricky’s still stroking Yujin through his aftershocks.
Yujin whines when Ricky digs a finger into his slit, feeling overstimulated, His hips twitch and clench around Ricky again.
“Fuck. You’re so sensitive. It’s- hng- driving me crazy.” Ricky speaks to him in a low and sultry tone, egging Yujin on. It’s filthy. The way he talks about Yujin’s hole. About how wet and perfect he is. It makes Yujin’s knees feel weak.
Ricky shifts his hips inside of Yujin, and the younger boy twitches with every grind of Ricky’s tip against his prostate. Ricky slowly slides his hips out of Yujin, leaning back and letting go of Yujin’s softening dick. The drag out nearly causes Yujin to black out, hitting every ridge inside of him.
Yujin gently moans against his desk as Ricky all but pulls out. Ricky slams his hips back in, causing Yujin to arch his back, wailing.
“Hyu-uh-ng!” Yujin hiccups, moans echoing off of the walls in the empty office. His arms are useless, scrambling at the flat surface of the desk. Yujin can feel Ricky in his throat. Ricky gnaws on his bottom lip, setting a steady pace. It’s not too fast, but it’s deeper than anything Yujin has ever felt (which, up until this point, had been Ricky’s fingers). Ricky’s fingers twitch where they hold Yujin’s hips in place. There’s a wet squelch every time Ricky pushes back in.
“Hnngngh- m-more.” Yujin whines, shifting his hips back into Ricky’s own. Ricky’s long, delicate fingers are so much bigger than Yujin’s small waist. Yujin’s so thin – his young age showing in the gentle curve of his waist. His hands almost perfectly encompass his waist, and Ricky pushes his shirt up higher, wanting to see more of that delicate skin.
“You’re so- mhmg- beautiful.” Ricky compliments, his hands running up Yujin’s sides to pinch and pull at his chest. Yujin arches his back into the touch, yelping at the sudden stimulation. “You want more?” Ricky teases, licking at Yujin’s nape, his fingers pulling at his perk chest. Yujin nods, barely forcing a response other than the little whimpers he’s letting out. Ricky smiles against Yujin’s nape, before separating from the younger boy, pushing his chest to the desk as he forces the boy to arch his back more.
His hands grip Yujin by the hips, his nails digging into the skin there, before he slides out his dick, lingering away for just a second before he slams back in. And again. And again. Yujin wails, his eyes shutting as he squirms on the desk.
It’s too much. Yujin gasps for air, feeling suffocated by the foreign weight of Ricky inside of him. He’s long and hitting everywhere. It feels invasive. He feels every ridge, every throb of his member. Yujin’s hips twitch when Ricky grazes his prostate.
The tip of Ricky’s dick hits his prostate dead on, and he nearly collapses to the ground, his thighs shaking as he clenches tightly around Ricky’s length. He chokes out a broken moan, and he doesn’t need to say more for Ricky to understand.
“Ah, does that feel good, baby?” Ricky mumbles, rolling his hips upwards to meet Yujin’s hole, a wet slap when he slams back in, aiming for the boy’s prostate. Yujin cries out, unable to form words other than moans. Ricky twitches when he feels Yujin’s hole pulsate around him upon every thrust to his prostate. “Fuck, you feel so good. So tight.”
Ricky leans over to place his chest on Yujin’s back. “Does it feel good?”
Yujin can’t respond, his cheek pressed to the desk, eyes glazed over, mouth open, unable to stop the moans tumbling out of it. It’s dirty. Ricky pulls Yujin up with a hand on his sternum, his back to Ricky’s chest, still connected. Yujin’s head rolls back to Ricky’s shoulder. He looks up at the older man with a debauched expression.
The change in position drives Ricky’s dick further up, and Yujin’s hips quiver. It’s hard to keep himself up. If Ricky weren’t holding him, he would’ve collapsed to the floor. He pants hotly.
“Answer me, baby.” Ricky rolls his hips into Yujin, who can’t hardly think of an answer, just holds onto Ricky’s forearm, nails digging into the skin as the pleasure overtakes his senses. “All it took was one dick to shut you up? You’re so obedient like this. Maybe we should do this everyday if you continue to skip your work responsibilities.” Ricky clicks his tongue, punctuating his sentences with a sharp thrust upwards into Yujin’s wet hole.
Yujin can barely think. His eyes are shut as he whines, nodding his head at whatever Ricky’s saying. He feels Ricky slip out of him, and his eyes widen, confused. He turns to look at Ricky, but soon, he’s being manhandled to the desk. Ricky turns him around and forces him to lay on his back. Ricky’s strong. Underneath all those layers, Yujin knows. He wishes he could see it all, not just dirty, clothed sex in their office.
Ricky places his hands underneath Yujin’s knees and pushes them to the boy’s chest. He’s exposed like this. He can feel himself throb, his hole clenching around nothing at the sudden attention to his hole.
Ricky shuffles closer. “You’re so fucking hot, baby. Everything about you is so cute.” Ricky slaps the head of his dick on Yujin’s hole. “Are you upset that hyung’s your first?” Ricky asks. Yujin shakes his head.
“N-no. I- I like hyung. I think hyung is beautiful.”
Ricky smiles softly at him. “Thank you, Yujin-ah. But, I’m a lot older than you, you know? I could be your father.”
That’s not true. He knows Ricky is only in his thirties. But the dirty fantasy makes Yujin blush. What’s a fourteen year age gap when you’re laying on your boss’s desk, legs splayed open? Yujin bashfully spreads his legs wider.
“I don’t care about your age. I like that. Um… you’re- just m-mature.” Yujin mumbles. Ricky snickers.
“That’s true. I can teach you things. First-hand.” Ricky pushes the tip of his dick back into Yujin’s wet, sloppy hole. Yujin lets out a long moan, his eyes rolling back as the back of his head hits the desk. Ricky sets a fast pace, faster than the one he had before. The wet slap of their hips is dirty, and every thrust sends Yujin flying up the desk.
Ricky pushes the boy’s legs further up, to the point where his knees are so close to his face. He can feel Ricky deeper this way, and his eyes roll back. His thighs quivering with the pleasure coursing through his veins. Ricky grunts, feeling how Yujin tightens up around him.
“Ahngnh-! Rik- hyu-ng!” Yujin wails, his fingers digging into Ricky’s forearm, feeling the way it tense every time it pushes Yujin’s legs further up. His abdomen clenches and he moans, pornographically.
“Hah- who knew that you could make noises like that?” Ricky mumbles, his hips faltering in his pace. “Yujin-ah, I’m-” Ricky warns. Yujin nods, head cloudy, his hips chasing his release as they thrust in the air. His abandoned dick hits his lower abdomen. Ricky’s fingers wrap around the wet appendage, and Yujin’s eyes shoot open.
“Hyu-ng!” He hiccups. Ricky sets a fast pace, jerking his cock at the same time as his thrusts. Yujin barely has time to say anything, his words slurring in pleasure as his eyes roll back into his head, his body arching up into Ricky’s touch as his release coats Ricky’s fingers. He can feel the way he clenches tightly around Ricky’s dick, his abdomen clenching in waves. His release is wet, running down his thighs, and he looks down and gasps.
It’s clear, no come to be seen, and it sprays in rivulets, dirtying Yujin’s shirt and desk, even Ricky’s shirt is ruined. Ricky moans hotly, his thrusts slowing, pace sloppy.
“Oh, fuck- you’re so-” Ricky groans as he buries himself to the hilt, burying his dick into Yujin’s hole as he finally releases. It paints Yujin’s walls white, and it’s a foreign feeling. Yujin can’t help but moan, the act of coming inside making him clench tightly once more around Ricky’s length. He’s Ricky’s. Ricky leans forward and captures Yujin’s lips in a heated kiss.
Yujin softly moans into the kiss, his arms coming to shakily wrap around Ricky’s shoulders. His senses are slowly coming back to him. Ricky nips at Yujin’s lips as he pulls away, his eyes lidded as he looks down at Yujin. He looks at Yujin with such adoration – a stark contrast to the dirty way he had looked at him when he was fucking him.
He brings a hand to Yujin’s heated cheeks.
“Pretty baby.” Ricky comments. Yujin flushes pink. “You squirted.” He teases. Yujin slaps him in the shoulder.
“I- I- I’ve never done that before…” Yujin trails off, embarrassed.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Ricky kisses Yujin on his cheek.
“...Isn’t this illegal? I’m your employee… the handbook said…”
“Yes, it did. Of course, my Yujinnie is such a good student.” Ricky pats Yujin’s head. The younger boy furrows his brows.
“I don’t want you to get fired, hyung.”
“I won’t. I can pull some strings.” Ricky winks. Yujin hopes that doesn't mean what he thinks it means.
“B-but… you’re not going to… you’re mine.” Yujin frowns. Ricky laughs, giggling in Yujin’s ear as he buries his face into Yujin’s neck.
“Silly boy. I was gonna talk to them about it, not sleep with them.” Ricky caresses Yujin’s forehead, pushing away his sweaty bangs. “And yeah, I can be yours if you want.”
Yujin flushes pink.
“Why can’t you just tell me this after you’ve pulled out?” Yujin complains. Ricky laughs. When Ricky pulls out, Yujin winces, feeling his hot come slip out.
“Oops. Guess I should’ve used a condom.” Ricky whistles as he leans back to observe Yujin’s wet hole.
Needless to say, Yujin sits in Ricky’s expensive sports car with come drying in his boxers, smelling like sex as they drive back to Ricky’s house.