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Riku knew this was inappropriate… but did he care? Not at all. Not when the boy he was straddling looked so pretty below him.
Daeyoung’s hands rested on Riku’s thighs, which were being squeezed taut by his pants. The fabric bunched up tightly in the middle, outlining his bulge deliciously.
The door is locked, the blinds are drawn, and the work day is winding down; no need to worry. Riku has been holding himself back all day, and he couldn’t take it anymore. Having to sit next to Daeyoung in those long meetings was brutal. The way the younger boy’s intense focus on the project being discussed made his jaw clench, and eyebrows furrow. Or when he would twirl a pen around between his fingers, flexing his digits as he did. Worst of all, when he would cross his legs, making the side of his thigh widen from the position.
Ever since Daeyoung started interning here, it’s been hell. In the best way possible.
Riku has had many interns. Some were great, hard workers, while others lazed around and just wanted to clock their hours. Understandable in a sense, but Riku had things to run and needed someone diligent.
Daeyoung was that and more. The younger boy started with the usual enthusiasm an intern harbors, though with him, it still hasn’t left after all these months in. He is on top of everything, never misses a deadline or schedule, and has even often gotten ahead without Riku having to ask. He was also just so damn incredibly sweet. Riku thought this would’ve died off soon enough, but he thinks as time has gone on, he’s somehow gotten even worse. Better. Sweeter.
Riku would admit he tried to act cold at first. He did not want to build any kind of friendship, keeping their interactions strictly work-related. Which he has been told might be the reason he can’t keep someone very long. However, he remained true to himself, aware of his boundaries and seeking someone who matched his standards.
Fortunately, unfortunately, he thinks Daeyoung is exactly that person.
“Hyung, I’ve gathered the documents we need for tomorrow and have already prepped the materials for our visit.” Daeyoung’s glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, looking as though they had slipped a bit from all his moving around the office.
“Also, your breakfast is already ordered and will be here for you when you arrive.” Daeyoung finally took his eyes off what he was doing and let them settle on Riku, who stood across the room looking at the younger boy.
Riku could feel a nervousness in his chest; it pulled at his heart and made it hard to be around the intern. Daeyoung had a slight smile on his face, with his hair a little ruffled and his tie a little crooked. So cute.
Riku has been plagued by fond feelings for the past couple of months since they’ve known each other. He could tell he was letting himself open up more and allow Daeyoung in further than most. They found a great flow of teamwork, getting tasks done very well together. This led to many nice conversations that grew into more than just small talk. Riku was so thrilled to finally have someone be able to match his pace at work.
Now, what about outside of work? Could this younger, bumbling boy be something more?
Riku believed that was the case, yes.
“Hyung, you have to take better care of yourself.” Daeyoung pushed the sack of food and medicines into Riku’s palm. His boss had been out for a few days, so the intern took it upon himself to pay a visit.
Riku was surprised… and a little confused. He’d never had someone care enough to reach out. It was always just the usual: take the time you’re allowed and then come back in. So when the sweet and pretty intern he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about showed up at his door... he had to finally acknowledge the feelings that were brimming at the top of his mind.
It all started slow and soft. A nerve-racking confession over a late dinner, delicate and awkward moments while they figured out one another, growing closer and exploring more — all the while trying to be strictly professional at work. Amidst all their effort, gazes did begin to linger longer than necessary, hands were placed on shoulders more often, and when they were alone, Daeyoung would try to sneak a kiss on Riku’s cheek. Nothing more until they were in the privacy of one of their homes.
That was until Riku started dragging the intern into his office and locking the door after he was no longer needed. Not unusual at all, as these two always worked very close together. No one even considered that anything else was going on other than work between the two men, who swiftly shut themselves in an office.
It definitely didn’t cross anyone’s mind that Riku would push the taller boy against the wall and wrap himself around him. That he would take Daeyoung’s lips in his and pour all of the desires he’d been thinking about into them. Or that he would unbutton Daeyoung’s shirt just enough to place kisses on his chest, making sure to leave marks.
“This is your fault,” Riku mumbled against the boy's skin, “Looking so good in this shirt. It’s too tight for you.”
“I know, that’s why I wore it,” Daeyoung smirked.
Riku paused his ministrations to look up at Daeyoung. He found a playful glint in his boyfriend’s gaze, egging him on. All Riku could do was roll his eyes and try to hide the smile that tugged on his own lips.
So, per usual, doors locked, blinds drawn, Riku on top of Daeyoung on the sofa in his office. Today it was initiated by Daeyoung, though. They had a schedule packed full of meetings — ones where Riku had to present multiple times. The younger boy couldn’t handle seeing his boyfriend up there all day, so pretty and unavailable. Riku always looked incredible. But something about today’s suit and the way it hugged Riku’s body perfectly, his wire-framed glasses, and like a cherry on top, he wore his hair in slight waves. The suit jacket was a more fashionable choice; a slit was cut down the left side, revealing the white button-up underneath.
Daeyoung couldn’t help but imagine how Riku would look in it with no undershirt. He might just have to ask for that at home.
Daeyoung almost didn’t even fully let the door close before he was on Riku, his hands sliding up under said jacket, finding purchase on Riku’s chest as he kissed him hard. They moved together for a bit, hands roaming, letting the kisses become messy and full of need.
He’s been daydreaming about this all day. His ability to do it now made him want to boast about it to the entire office.
Daeyoung moved his hands to Riku’s waist and began guiding him towards the couch. He sat himself down first, then pulled Riku flush onto his lap. Their already growing bulges hit each other roughly, sending shivers down both of their spines and eliciting soft groans.
“Can’t this wait just another hour or so? We get off so soon…” Riku made himself comfortable and played with the collar of Daeyoung’s shirt, a teasing pout taking over his expression.
Daeyoung shakes his head, “No, I need you now. I’ve been waiting all day.” He runs his hands up and down Riku’s thighs, obsessed with how the fabric is now tight around them.
Riku lets out a feigning sigh of annoyance, but still smiles and acts like he’s about to lean in for a kiss. Instead, his hand travels to the middle of Daeyoung’s tie. He wraps the bottom half of it around his fingers and yanks at it to pull Daeyoung up.
A soft gasp falls from Daeyoung at the sudden motion. He’s raised and closer to Riku now, their breaths hitting each other’s faces. Riku peers through his glasses straight at Daeyoung, making sure their eyes meet. While keeping his gaze, Riku pulls again at the tie, grinding his hips down onto Daeyoung at the same time.
Daeyoung gasps and groans from the pressure, the sensation driving him wild. Though the way Riku looked at him with such hungry eyes drove him crazier. He needed more. The younger boy took hold of Riku’s hips and hastily pulled him as close as possible, and rolled his own hips up onto Riku, needing more friction.
Riku groaned at the contact and let out a small, breathy giggle, halting their movements. One hand still had Daeyoung’s tie wrapped around it, while the other was placed flat on his chest.
“Not in our work pants,” Riku chimed, “Let me take care of you first.”
Daeyoung nodded in agreement. They could do their business in here, but would still have to leave the very public building at some point. Professionality is (used to be) number one in Riku’s book.
Riku slowly lifted himself from Daeyoung’s lap, only to fall to his knees between the boy's legs. The loss of contact made Daeyoung frustrated. Riku worked at the belt and buttons, quietly demanding, "Up." Daeyoung obliges and lifts his hips, allowing his pants and briefs to be pulled down in one go. Daeyoung’s dick springs free, making Riku bite his lip in anticipation. The cool air of the room hits Daeyoung’s now bare body, adding to the excitement building in his stomach.
Riku starts to remove his jacket, the stiff material making it hard to move as much as he’d like to. But Daeyoung stops him with a sound, “No, keep it on please.”
Riku grins in amusement, clearly understanding what that means. He noticed Daeyoung looking at him a bit extra today.
Content, Riku scoots in closer, beginning a trail of hot kisses up the inside of Daeyoung’s right thigh while his hand grips the left, squeezing and massaging. The way Riku’s fingers look, decorated with rings while they sit atop Daeyoung’s lighter skin, drives the younger boy even more mad. The sight alone of his stunning boyfriend between his legs, focusing all his attention on Daeyoung, is enough to make his dick grow even harder; it hurts.
“Hyung, please…” Daeyoung’s words come out in a whine, making Riku’s heart flip. Riku is close now, his kisses faltering as he focuses on the main task at hand.
Riku looks up at Daeyoung, whose eyebrows are knitted together, and his cheeks are now flushed red. The sight of his boyfriend above him sends tingles everywhere. He positions himself properly and reaches his free hand up to find Daeyoung’s. They interlace their fingers, and Riku squeezes them reassuringly. Finally, he finds Daeyoung’s gaze above his glasses to lock onto it, making sure they are looking at one another, and slowly takes Daeyoung into his mouth.
Riku lingers at the head for a moment, licking and sucking it, taking the precum on his tongue. He takes his time to glide farther onto Daeyoung’s dick, so painstakingly slow, gently tonguing the length of it as he goes. This earns the most beautiful moan from Daeyoung. The feeling of Riku’s hot mouth enveloping him was so overwhelming, no matter how many times they’ve done it. Daeyoung wishes he could have him up closer, but settles for reaching out to card his fingers through Riku’s hair. He softly motions Riku forward, needing him more.
Riku picks up the pace, taking Daeyoung down his throat and back up again. They find a rhythm, with Riku gingerly sliding up and down while Daeyoung thrusts into him. It’s wet and messy, drool dribbling down Riku’s chin as he fills his mouth over and over, giving attention to every inch he could reach. Riku has learned just how Daeyoung likes it. He will go at a fast pace for a while, just to drop back down to a teasing lull. All the while, Riku is palming the inside of Daeyoung’s thighs, rubbing the sensitive skin closest to his groin. Though he never lets go of Daeyoung’s hand, loving the intimacy that act brings on its own.
The wet sounds coming from Riku’s movements, accompanied by soft, muffled moans, send him reeling. Daeyoung’s head rolls back in pleasure, the burning feeling in his core getting stronger, reaching the edge.
“I’m.. gonna come, Riku hyung,” Daeyoung mumbles out, his grip growing a bit harder, nails scratching against Riku’s scalp.
Riku nods and opens his eyes. He finds Daeyoung’s eyes yet again, needing to look at him as he finishes. Daeyoung bucks his hips, needing a rougher thrust this time. Riku’s eyes water a bit at the fast movement, while he hollows his cheeks and sucks Daeyoung down as far as he can take it. Riku watches as Daeyoung tenses up, one hand holding onto Riku’s for dear life, while the other in Riku’s hair slightly pulls harder than before. Finally, his orgasm shakes through him, and then he’s releasing and spilling down Riku’s throat with a low moan.
Riku pauses for a moment as Daeyoung rides it out. He then swallows while still attached and licks up any remaining wetness before pulling off as slowly as possible. Oh, he was torturous. This earns another shudder from Daeyoung, who has collapsed backwards, breathing heavily. Riku wipes his mouth with his hand and presses soft kisses to Daeyoung’s knee, slightly nuzzling his cheek against it.
“Feel… so good,” Daeyoung whispers, “Hyung, come here.”
Daeyoung reaches for Riku’s hands and pulls at him to get up. Riku follows and sits back onto the couch against Daeyoung’s side. Before he can even do anything else, Daeyoung cups his face with his hands and brings him into a warm kiss. He is overwhelmed by his emotions and desperately needs a way to express them.
Their lips fit together perfectly and move in harmony, slowly and smoothly. Daeyoung licks Riku’s bottom lip, asking for entrance, which he grants right away. Daeyoung deepens the kiss, and treads his fingers back into Riku’s hair.
Riku’s glasses annoyingly nudge against Daeyoung’s cheekbone, making the kiss stop slightly. As much as the younger boy likes them on his boyfriend, they were in the way now. In a swift movement, he carefully lifts them off Riku’s face and sets them aside, before diving right back in. Daeyoung catches Riku’s lips between his again, savoring the warmth and softness of them.
When they needed to break for air, Riku leaned his forehead against Daeyoung’s, attempting to calm him down. Once caught up, Daeyoung goes in for more, but Riku catches hold of his tie, making him pause.
“Hyungie, it’s your turn.” Daeyoung leaned in yet again, but Riku stopped him, giggling at the enthusiasm.
“Mmm, I can wait,” Riku roughly pulled the tie and leaned in near Daeyoung’s ear. “I want more than just that, which requires us to be home.”
Daeyoung about melts in Riku’s hands, so intoxicated by his touch and smell and the idea of what’s still to ensue. He was so turned on by the space they were in, doing these naughty acts with people right outside.
Riku pulled away slightly and looked at Daeyoung, his intern and boyfriend. Who cares what HR would have to say? He couldn’t be happier that he let this boy in.
Daeyoung watches Riku stand up from the couch to retrieve the pants he had discarded earlier. He smiles and gestures for Daeyoung to allow him to help get dressed again.
Riku tucks the shirt back into Daeyoung’s pants, clasps the belt shut, and straightens the collar and tie.
“Later, I only want you in the tie.”
“And I only want you in that jacket.”