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All around him were the sounds of typing hands and the occasional phone ringing, with an answering "Hello?" Tightening his tie, Juhoon walked down the aisle of cubicles, taking note of the averted gazes as he passed by. Being the boss's son gave him some weight, particularly when his dad had made him the acting chairman.
His heels thudded softly over the carpeted floor as he found his way to his destination, standing before the door to his project manager's office. The room was made of windows, and he could see the blonde man seated before his computer, staring him down as he approached. Just outside, there sat an empty desk, its mug of coffee still steaming.
Juhoon knocked, the rapt deliberately soft. He didn't wait for an answer, of course; that pissed the other man off even more. When he opened the door, he held back his smile when he saw that eyebrow twitching as he entered in, unimpeded.
"Mr. Edwards," he said, calmly. The door behind him shut closed, the two of them now cut off from the sounds of the office. "Did you get my email?"
"Are you fucking kidding me?" The irate blonde loved to throw around profanity like he wasn't in the presence of his boss. "That's why you're here, distracting me? I've got a two billion contract in the works, and you want me to drop everything to get you the numbers on last year's AR?"
Juhoon felt the corners of his mouth tug up. He couldn't help it, not when he could get Martin to act like a petulant child with just one question. Though, to be fair, it never took much to set the other man off.
"Your attitude is less than ideal," Juhoon informed his project manager, watching him seethe as he sat in his chair.
"Yeah? Why don't you bite me?" Martin said, the words grinding between his teeth. Rather than respond to the bait, Juhoon turned from the other and stared out the windows that made up his walls. Some of the faces darted back to their work, but Juhoon paid them no mind. Instead, he walked up to the blinds, and pulled them closed. Shthhh...
Martin said nothing behind him as he made his way to the next window and closed those blinds too. From outside the office, it must look like their project manager was in serious trouble with the big boss. If only they knew.
As he walked behind him, Martin scooted into his desk, but Juhoon didn't even look at him. He simply walked over to the other side and completed the task, closing off all view into this small, solitary office.
When he was done, he finally turned back to the other, standing opposite him, in front of his desk.
"Great," Martin grumbled, glowering as he studied the other man carefully. "What is it this time? Your new hole leave already? Shit, sorry, I meant your new secretary." Nothing about the malicious grin he flashed at the chairman suggested remorse.
"Your face is prettier when you're silent." He adored the way Martin fought to control his expression at that. The slight reddening of his cheeks gave him away, despite his own wishes.
"Just get it over with," Martin growled, his eyes narrowing as he glared at his boss.
"What's the rush?" Juhoon asked, his hand sweeping gently over the stacks of papers the manager kept neatly on his desk. "Normally you like to insult me some more. Don't tell me you've finally run out?" He watched as that brow furrowed, that jaw clenching. The other man took a second to respond, and Juhoon suddenly noticed the tension in his body, the way his knuckles on his fists turned white, and his throat bobbed while he gulped.
"What do you want?" His voice was raspy, his question blunt.
"Where's your assistant?" Juhoon asked, looking away and pacing nonchalantly before that desk. "I hired him because you said you needed the help." An easy glance over his shoulder told him that Martin’s eyes had narrowed on him, and they were watching him carefully, every step he took.
"He's getting me lunch." Juhoon frowned. This wasn't as fun as he usually made it.
"When will he be back?" His voice was as soft as ever, a dangling carrot before the other's face.
"Half an hour," Martin said, throwing it out carelessly in that voice of his, as if he had no respect for the words he spoke.
"How long will he be staying tonight?" Juhoon asked then, shuffling some of the papers, his eyes scanning blindly over the words. He didn't need to look up to know the other was gritting his teeth.
"As long as I need him to." Juhoon's eyes flicked up to the other's face. He set the papers back in their spot on his desk.
"Seonghyeon is an hourly employee. I trust that all his overtime has been necessary in completing your projects." He watched the other carefully, took note of every single miniscule change in his expression. The project manager was keeping his emotions close to his heart, as he normally did, but it made him taut.
"Obviously," Martin grumbled. "You think I want to spend more time here than I already do?"
Juhoon pierced the manager with his steady gaze. "That's not the kind of attitude required for a lead project manager," he told the other. Yet Martin leaned forward, resting his elbow on his desk, that sharp grin back again.
"What are you gonna do, fire me then?" It was Juhoon's turn to narrow his eyes on the other. "Think there's someone else able to do what I do? And capable of putting up with your shit?"
Juhoon had had enough of the foreplay. His hands went to his belt buckle, those eyes following them down.
"If you believe yourself to be so important, then prove your worth as an employee." He could see Martin swallow, a slight palor to his face. The boss felt some of the tension in his chest dissipate. Maybe there were other things behind the scene he didn't know about. Things that had nothing to do with Seonghyeon. Martin’s personal life was none of his business, but he could at least give the other the benefit of the doubt.
Martin made no attempt to move as Juhoon unbuckled his belt, the metal tinkling as he pulled it apart and unbuttoned his pants.
"You won't even get on your knees for me?" Still, the other man did not move; he didn't even speak. He just glared at him, a sort of hesitation to his face.
Perhaps he was going soft, or maybe he was just feeling particularly kind that day, but Juhoon allowed Martin to remain in his seat. It wouldn't change which one of them was sucking the other's dick.
The boss's son crawled onto the project manager's desk, its papers scattering haphazardly, exactly how he knew the other hated. He worked his way forward until he was directly before the other man, and he stood up on his knees. For his part, Martin did not move, did not lean back, even as Juhoon stopped immediately in front of him, his bulge less than an inch away from his face.
He didn't need to speak; they both knew the drill. Juhoon unzipped his pants, and pulled himself free, already half-hard. With that head directly before him, Martin did have to lean back in his chair, looking down at it in front of his lips. But his chair remained where it was, his lap hidden beneath his desk. No matter, he didn't want anything under his waist anyway—not today.
Wordlessly, Martin’s hand reached up, his fingers wrapping carefully around his shaft. Juhoon removed his own grip, allowing the employee to hold him, trying not to shiver at the warmth of that rough skin against his pulsing length. Those eyes looked up into his own, and he finally saw the cloudiness there, saw it for what it was: lust.
Juhoon's lips curved up at the sight, and his own hand came forward to lift that chin up lightly, watching the other as he struggled to hold back his own desire.
"Told you you're prettier when you're quiet," he murmured, tilting that chin and studying that face, finally revealing to him it's want. This was the face Juhoon liked to see when he had Martin on his dick.
The blonde man couldn't even glare at him, he was already perspiring from his own lust. Staring at the dick before him, Martin’s lips parted, his hand squeezing, and he took Juhoon into his mouth.
Juhoon let out a soft moan as those lips wrapped around his head, forming a delightful 'o' as they fit around him. He felt their drag against his skin as Martin took more of him in, his hand sliding up until it met his mouth in the middle, kissing his fist, before pulling both back, away from each other, Juhoon gasping as he did. He stared down at the other, enamored with the vision of him as he began to bob on his dick. So many times that mouth had disrespected him, even in front of the other employees. It was a satisfying sight, to see it full with his dick, pleasing him fervently. He almost wished that he'd left the blinds open so the rest of the office could see their office manager sucking his dick with this passionate look on his face. If only Juhoon didn't want to keep it all to himself.
As Martin's pace quickened, those sloppy sounds getting louder, Juhoon's hand rose up to rest on that head, his fingers threading through blonde hair. The roots were damp, but he didn't think much of it. His own forehead was beginning to sweat as the pleasure rose within his pelvis.
The chairman had a brief moment of panic, imagining himself losing track of the time, and the assistant walking in without even knocking. Good, some bitter part of him thought at that. And it was difficult to feel remorse about it.
He'd been the one to choose Seonghyeon, out of a list of fifty-three applicants. Martin hadn't asked him for an assistant, merely complained about his workload once while looking vaguely tired. His father would never have approved of this additional employee, if his son hadn't been the one to ask him.
Juhoon liked Martin, though he would never show it to the other. He made sure the other man had the best assistant, the most selfless, hard-working bastard, who was wholly devoted to his project manager. And then he began to regret that decision when he saw the way Martin interacted with Seonghyeon. He bickered with him, commanding him to do this and that, pulling him aside to discuss with him. He'd tell him to stay late, even after the whole office had gone home. He'd force the other to work on everything with him, and Seonghyeon readily agreed. Juhoon noticed the way Martin made sure his assistant went with him everywhere, did everything with him. He'd been surprised to walk into Martin’s office that day and not find Seonghyeon there.
He sent up a silent thank you for that to whoever was listening as he knelt before his project manager. No assistant, it was just them, like it used to be, back when he knew he had Martin all to himself.
Juhoon watched the other, lightly panting as he was brought closer and closer to his pleasure. That hair felt sweaty beneath his hand, and he gripped it tight, listening to Martin grunt as he fit more and more of him down his throat with each bob. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. Juhoon had a lot of dick to swallow, his tip already scratching the back of the other's throat, yet Martin always made sure to swallow it all by the end of it, each time. He truly was his best employee.
Juhoon allowed his head to tilt back, let his mouth part and his moan slither through. He was getting close, and they still had almost ten minutes. As he closed his eyes and felt the flames licking beneath his skin, he almost could've sworn he heard the sounds of slurping doubled.
Seonghyeon loved his job, he really did.
Sure, it was demanding work. He came in early, and found himself staying late nearly every night. He hardly spent any time with his friends anymore. And it always felt like he was doing everything wrong, no matter how simple the task. The toughest part of the job, however, was his boss. Not the one who signed his paychecks, or even the one who'd hire him, but the one he answered to on a daily basis, Mr. Edwards.
The first few weeks had been brutal. Seonghyeon hadn't known someone could scream so much, let alone scream like that in such a professional office. But boy, did Martin scream. Whenever he messed up, Martin let him know. He let the whole floor know. There's a fucking coffee stain on these documents! HR was supposed to get those reports yesterday, dammit! Are you dense? Do the fucking numbers right! Is there a fucking brain in there, or is it all just hair? Needless to say, Seonghyeon found himself flustered, day in, and day out, wondering if he'd made the right decision for both himself, and the company, taking that job.
At first, Martin wouldn't let him touch any important task, and Seonghyeon honestly couldn't blame him. But slowly, day by day, he started to get the hang of it. He learned how to scribe for his boss, how to take messages, and when to send the calls through. And he knew that he was only learning so quickly because Martin was brutally honest, and because every time he got something wrong, Martin showed him how to do it right.
"Like this. Now you won't fuck it up the next time."
Was it wrong that he admired the man who berated him day in and day out?
It took a couple of months, but one day, Martin began having Seonghyeon help him on projects. Finally, what he'd been hired to do!
He watched him closely. The intimidating man was unafraid to tell important higher ups off. Seonghyeon would never speak to Juhoon that way, not in a million years. But Martin was firm in his demands, particularly when negotiating with other companies, and his logic was always strong. It was impressive, the deals he could make. He could make the impossible seem ordinary, in Seonghyeon's eyes.
When was it that their relationship had changed? Seonghyeon didn't notice a specific turning point. Eventually, the yelling came less often. And it no longer frightened him; he came to accept Martin’s blunt criticisms as simply the way he communicated with his coworkers, and he knew it kept them all on track as the highest performing floor of the building.
Maybe it was the way Martin’s scolding him had become more...pointed? No, not pointed... Intimate. That was the only way to describe it, when Martin would shout out, "Hyeon!" just to get him to come into his office and list out his daily tasks for the day, as if he hadn't already emailed him the itinerary the morning of. Or when he'd slam out of his office just to find something to command he fix, even if everything was perfectly fine. Or how he would bark Seonghyeon's nickname just to get his assistant to follow him around like a little puppy. "Take notes during my meeting. Bring the business cards with. Don't forget my laptop this time."
Seonghyeon knew that he wasn't needed at all of these events, particularly when he had his own work to get done. But more and more often, he found himself by Martin’s side, pulled along by his metaphorical leash. And when five o'clock would roll around and Seonghyeon started packing up with the rest of the office, Martin always found another hour of work for him to do. And for some reason, this work always had to be done at his scribing table in Martin’s office.
"It's easier than having to go get you every damn time you fuck something up," he told Seonghyeon, the assistant nodding wordlessly. Those nights would be silent, their only accompaniment the sound of their papers shuffling, their fingers fluttering over their keyboards, and their pens marking off on their sheets. He could feel something heavy in the air during those nights, something that kept his tongue still, afraid spoken words would awaken something he wasn't prepared for.
He remembered that first time so well. It was a night just like the ones before. Six o'clock had come and gone, and the floor had been empty for over an hour by then. Outside, the sun was setting, washing the office in a luscious, orange glow, and his stomach was growling.
"Go home, Hyeon," Mr. Edwards grumbled, not even looking at him as he typed away on his computer. Seonghyeon's head rose up from his own work. He was just finishing up his last email, but looking at Martin’s desk, he noticed the stacks of paper still scattered about the surface.
"Are- are you sure?" He found himself asking, watching the concentrated look on the other's face. Martin pulled his attention away from his screen to stare at him.
"Would I say it if I wasn't?" Seonghyeon gulped. His boss was stubborn as a mule.
"No, but..." He considered the time, considered how long he'd been there already. "There's still so much. Isn't there anything I can do?"
"Hah!" Martin barked out a laugh, pushing himself back from his desk for a brief moment to relax his back. "Hell yeah there is. But you'd be here 'til nine."
"I can do that."
Martin stared at him after that instant reply. For one second there was only silence between them two, then the manager reached across his desk and grabbed some sheaves of paper, stood up, and set them down before Seonghyeon.
When he picked them up and began to shuffle through them, Martin said, "These drafts need to be checked for errors. It's simple, even you can do it." Seonghyeon looked up at him then, feeling the light weight of the papers in his hands.
"Okay," he accepted. "Is this all of it?"
"No." Suddenly, a thick stack was dropped before him, his little, secretary desk shivering from its weight. He gulped.
"These all need to be done by tomorrow?" He asked as his thumb ran up the side, as if he could count the absurd amount with a quick riffle through.
"Yeah," Martin confirmed as he sat back down in his own seat and returned to his work.
"How did they all pile up so quickly?" Seonghyeon asked in disbelief. He was pretty certain he'd seen Martin finishing off a stack like this just last night.
"We're a rapidly growing department, what can I say?" Martin rasped, his voice satirical. "You wimping out?" He asked then, turning to his assistant, as if waiting for Seonghyeon to change his mind.
"How long would you stay if I didn't do these?" He asked, studying the sheet on top.
"Midnight." He said it with such certainty, like it had happened before.
Seonghyeon glanced back over at the other man, those eyes holding on him, waiting for his response. The assistant pulled his laptop closer and started typing again.
"Just let me finish this email, then I'll get right on it."
That gaze weighed on him, but he couldn't find it in himself to look back at the other until he knew Martin had turned his attention away.
Martin had been right; it was well after nine when he finished reviewing and marking up the last paper. The rest of the office was dark, the only light coming from the harsh overheads in Martin’s office. As he looked up, his vision swam, and he had to stare at the wall before he could come back to himself. Nine thirty, the clock read.
"Do these need to be rewritten too?" He asked, stretching his arms above his head to get some circulation going.
"Tomorrow," Martin said, his eyes glued to his screen as his fingers flew over the keyboard. Seonghyeon wasn't going to argue with that.
Standing up, he placed the stack back on Martin’s desk over by the done piles, receiving a momentary glance, followed by a nod. It was the most thanks he was going to get. Yet as he meant to pack up his laptop and start heading out, his feet remained where they stood.
"Is there anything else?" Martin didn't even look up at him this time.
"No. Get out." Seonghyeon nodded then, feeling a tinge of relief. But still, he hesitated.
"Are you almost done?" Somehow, Martin didn't look any wearier than he had at the beginning of the day. He looked entirely comfortable in that chair, wearing his years as a project manager well. Seonghyeon felt his mouth go dry as he studied the other man, taking in the way he'd rolled up his sleeves, his forearms bare.
"Yes," Martin answered, pulling him out of his reverie.
"I can wait for you." It took all of his bravery to force the words out, and he was immediately embarrassed by them. Thankfully, Martin simply shook his head.
"Go home," he said again, not an ounce of venom in his voice. Seonghyeon put his laptop in his carrier and cleaned up his desk. The sound of typing slowed to a stop, but he didn't look at Martin as he slung his case over his shoulder, even when he could feel those eyes on him again. It was a sensation unlike any other, he'd come to realize; he could recognize it even with his back turned.
He told himself not to look, not even when he was by the door, shrugging his laptop case back into place as it slid down his shoulder and he heard the chair move. Or when his hand was reaching for the doorknob, and those footsteps thudded surely behind him.
"Hyeon."
He only looked around at the sound of his name, surprised when he saw that face right before him. Suddenly, his arms were gripped tight, and the wall was at his back, Seonghyeon shoved up against it, left with no space to breathe. Martin’s lips crashed into his own, and euphoria bloomed in his chest, all the feeling his overtime had stolen from him that day returning as a tingling sensation spreading across his skin.
His body melted in those arms, becoming pliant beneath that touch. Somehow, his laptop bag ended up on the floor at their feet. Seonghyeon let his head tilt, and his lips part, taking in everything Martin gave him. A sturdy thigh slotted between his legs, and he moaned as Martin grinded against him. Desperation laced every breath the blonde took, panting deliriously as he allowed his own want to overcome him.
That night felt like the culmination of everything, to Seonghyeon. Martin bent him over on the desk and took him from behind, the assistant letting it all out as he was brought to his ecstasy. Exhaustion, relief, joy, desire, need, all pouring from his throat and filling the office, the floor resounding with it. There was no one there to hear his pleasure, besides Martin.
The next morning when he was rested and fed, and the sun was shining again, that was when his anxiety returned. Seeing that ever irritable face approaching, Seonghyeon felt conscious of every inch of his body—the body the other had seen in its entirety the previous night.
For some reason, he stood up as if at attention when Martin passed by. He got a weird look, but that was all before he entered his office, leaving Seonghyeon standing there like an idiot.
Sitting back down, Seonghyeon tried to remember what he was supposed to do, but his mind was thoroughly blank. He opened and closed tabs on his computer, trying to look like he knew what he was doing. Thankfully, after a minute had passed, he got a buzz from the office.
"Hyeon, get in." At the summons, he quickly stood up, tripping over his chair as he made his way into Martin’s office. The door shut itself behind him, and suddenly he was beneath that stare again, just as sharp and intense as ever. For a moment, he was breathless, wondering if they were going to address it, what had happened there that night. He could almost remember the smell of their bodies; he thought he could still taste it in the air. Why was it that the first thing Seonghyeon had thought about as he laid there, breathless from his climax, was the fact that he had still been punched in?
"What are you standing around for? Get over here," Martin growled at him, his feet surging to action, and carrying him before the desk that had held his weight last night as he'd been-
"I need you to finish the edits from yesterday before my meeting. You have to scribe for that. Then we have that demonstration at one-" Martin carried on as if nothing had happened, and Seonghyeon didn't know whether he felt disappointment or relief. Perhaps both.
When Martin finished going over the daily itinerary, Seonghyeon simply nodded his compliance. Every time he tried to speak, he was reminded of the sounds he made the night before, and his embarrassment choked him. Martin had heard all of that, heard him in his more vulnerable moments. He tried not to think about it as he reached for the stack of papers he'd worked on the night before. Those eyes lingered on his hands, and for some reason, his cheeks turned pink. He held the stack to his chest, bringing his hand to his mouth as he cleared his throat.
"Get a hold of yourself." Martin grumbled as he glared at his assistant. "You're embarrassing."
Yet that very night, Seonghyeon stayed late again, and he found himself with his face pressed up against the wall with Martin hard against him, inside of him, surrounded by the heat they created.
That office had almost become his new home, as he spent all his day there, only going back to his apartment to sleep and eat before returning to work the next day. He could handle the long days though, because at the end of them, he often found himself spread out upon that desk, papers shoved aside, and Martin between his legs. How he would spear into him, and he'd cry out in bliss, over and over and over again...
There was a day where Seonghyeon was scribing for Martin, the call on speaker so he could hear. His fingers flew across the keys, keeping up with the rapid pace of the conversation before they finally hung up, and he let out a breath. Stretching his fingers, he took a moment to relax as Martin dialed Juhoon's extension and updated him on their progress.
"They're cowards. They'll cave in to anything." As he set his elbow on the table, he brushed his pen, which fell off onto the floor at his feet, rolling beneath the desk. They both watched it fall, Martin making to lean down and grab it when something Juhoon said had him pause. "Huh? The fuck does that have to do with anything?"
Martin rose back up and began to argue with Juhoon, but he hadn't forgotten about the pen. For just a brief moment, he held the phone to his neck and looked over at Seonghyeon, motioned to the space beneath the desk, then returned to his argument, leaving the assistant to pick up after him.
Obediently, Seonghyeon rose from his seat, then knelt next to Martin. He pulled back just enough for Seonghyeon to crawl forward and reached around until he felt it. His hand wrapped around the pen, and he pulled back, popping out, and found himself between those legs, looking back up at the man in the chair.
Suddenly, the air was electric. Those sharp eyes stared down at him, kneeling there in front of his pelvis. He found himself lost in his eyes, surrounded by the heat of those thighs, his own gaze traveling, seeing the other through his trousers. For a second, he stayed there, the implications rife between them. Lightly, he put his hand on Martin’s thigh, and he rose up, handing over the pen. Those eyes followed him up, tracking his every move, even as he listened to Juhoon.
"Yeah, we could try that," he said over the phone as he grabbed the pen, Seonghyeon's hold lingering on it before he let it go, and awkwardly carried himself back to his scribing desk. He returned to his work, polishing up his transcribe, but he looked up often to see the other leaning back in his chair. Martin was always so good at being unaffected, but even he glanced over at his assistant from time to time, their gazes meeting occasionally. Seonghyeon could almost shiver.
Martin developed a nasty habit of dropping his pen after that. He'd be twirling it in the air and it would fall, somehow always finding its way beneath his desk.
"Hyeon," he would say, everytime. And everytime, Seonghyeon would get onto his hands and knees and crawl underneath, chasing after it. Martin would look around, make sure no one noticed, and then he would pull his chair in, blocking Seonghyeon's way out. The hidden man's fingers would reach for that belt buckle, pulling it apart quietly, before unzipping those pants.
The sound of the pants' fabric rustling was loud to him in that tiny alcove. It was so dark beneath the desk, but he saw well enough. Carefully, he reached into Martin’s pants, and pulled him free. It wasn't hard yet, but that was okay, he had a fondness for soft dick; he liked to feel it stiffen in his mouth.
He'd watch his own hand as it slowly slid up the shaft, listening to Martin let out a light groan as he pressed his lips to the tip. Casually, he spread his mouth around the head, his hand travelling back down the entire length, feeling Martin shiver around him. He brought his other hand up to grab hold of one of those thighs, squeezing that taunt muscle. His tongue lapped forward, cradling the sensitive underside.
Up above, Martin grunted quietly, just enough to let his assistant know if he was doing a good job or not. Though he couldn't see him, Seonghyeon knew he kept his expression bland to any outside observers, covering his twisting mouth up by leaning it against his hand as Seonghyeon fit more and more of that dick into his mouth.
It didn't take long before Martin was hard, the length quickly filling up his mouth as it grew, and he knew it was in part due to the secrecy of their act. And still, Seonghyeon travelled down that dick, beginning to bob down it until he was kissing his fist. He released his grip and choked when the tip hit the back of his throat. His eyes squeezed shut, tears welling up in the corners, and he began to force himself up and down that dick. The sound of him gulping it down echoed in that tiny space around him, making him sound loud in his own ears.
As Martin’s thighs shifted on either side of his face, Seonghyeon would sneak his hand into those pants. Though the noises he made were quiet, Seonghyeon could still tell when Martin was nearing his climax. He'd squeeze, listen to Martin grimace, then feel the force at the back of his throat. A tear would spill down his cheek as he swallowed, reveling in the burst of pain. He carried his boss through his orgasm, sucking him while he gripped the table to prevent himself from spasming. However he was able to hold back his reactions, Seonghyeon didn't know, but it certainly was impressive.
The first time someone had walked in when he was beneath the desk, he'd immediately halted, pulling off that dick and waiting as Martin reprimanded the employee for interrupting his work. Seonghyeon's body remained frozen until he heard the door close behind the admonished worker. Martin relaxed around him, and returned to his work for a second, before he spoke.
"Did I tell you to stop?" He didn't even look down to speak to him, in case anyone saw. It spurred Seonghyeon to action, and he resumed sucking that dick until he was gulping it down and wiping his mouth of its excess. From then on, he never stopped, not even when the door opened, or the phone rang, and Martin found himself committed to a conversation, mid blow job.
That was why, when Juhoon walked in that day, he kept going. Hearing their boss's voice certainly gave him pause, fear spiking through him, but Martin snuck his hand beneath and gripped his hair tight, and he knew not to stop.
"Are you kidding me? That's why you're here, distracting me?" He could hear Martin and Juhoon's conversation, their typical banter carrying on. At least, at first.
When the blinds closed, Martin got silent, and Seonghyeon's heart clenched. He almost thought he should stop, for a moment.
He'd noticed Martin’s relationship with Juhoon pretty early on, even before his own nightly trysts with the project manager had begun. As much as Martin mouthed off to the chairman, he was always strangely quiet after they parted ways, like a dog put in its place, particularly after they'd have their private meetings in Martin’s office.
Seonghyeon couldn't ignore the way Juhoon eyed Martin over, a quiet confidence in that open stare. Martin often tugged at his collar whenever they spoke, a subtle intensity brimming beneath some of their conversations. Seonghyeon didn't always feel like the smartest, or most capable person working there, but he was pretty certain he knew what was going on when Juhoon would leave Martin’s office with a button askew, or when he'd find the project manager's belt still hanging over the back of a chair. And recently, he'd begun to notice the way Juhoon stared at him, especially whenever Martin dragged him along to company meetings.
Jealousy.
"What is it this time? Your new hole leave already? Shit, sorry, meant your new secretary."
"Your face is prettier when you're silent."
That dick throbbed in his mouth as he sucked as silently as he could, having become an expert at that by then. He salivated on it, licking the length quietly and slowly running his hand up and down it. It felt strange, knowing he shouldn't be witnessing this. This was dangerous. Juhoon was there for a reason, a reason that most certainly didn't involve Seonghyeon, and likely required Martin to leave his chair.
Then he heard himself brought up.
"He's getting me lunch."
"When will he be back?"
"Half an hour."
Seonghyeon took that entire dick into his mouth, reminding himself not to slurp his drool or choke audibly. Martin was shivering around him, but as scared as he was of Juhoon, the danger thrilled him. His manager handled stressful situations so well, Seonghyeon loved to see him in action. He wished he could watch him then, pretending in front of Juhoon like he wasn't having his dick sucked in that moment, finding a way out of their predicament.
He could hear the sound of Juhoon loosening his pants, heard him complain when Martin wouldn't get up. The desk above him creaked as Juhoon crawled on top and knelt before his manager.
What did Martin think at that moment? Was he embarrassed, knowing that Seonghyeon was there, hearing him being domineered? The man who was always in control, now the subject? He knew he was witnessing Martin in a moment of vulnerability, certain that his manager wouldn't want him here during this if he could've helped it. And yet, the second Juhoon had walked in, Martin had started leaking in his mouth, his pulse quickening when the blinds were closed. And his hips, they pressed further into his mouth, bidding him to keep sucking.
He could feel Martin moving forward above him, could feel him as he began to move back and forth as he, too, pleasured Juhoon. Directly above him, he could hear him moaning, a sound he'd never thought he'd hear, and in that moment it was all he could hear. Seonghyeon let himself loosen up, getting a little sloppy with it as the sound of Martin’s blow job masked that of his own.
Perhaps he shouldn't have been as aroused as he was in that moment, but the secrecy of their act, knowing that Juhoon was completely unaware of his presence, of Martin being pleasured simultaneously, feeling the latter gripping his hair again and keeping him on his dick... It made him rise in his own pants. His free hand snuck past his waistband and held himself. As he sucked and bobbed his head, his palm slid up and down his own shaft.
The man under the desk hadn't been pleasuring Martin for long before Juhoon had come in and climbed on top of the desk. His ears pricked carefully to listen to the chairman's moans, how they fluctuated as his own pleasure rose. Carefully, carefully, he adjusted his own pace, his own movements, licking, then sucking, then squeezing, bringing Martin to his climax just as Juhoon reached his.
Those thighs shuddered around him, the only reaction Martin was allowed to have as Juhoon shot his load down his throat. Together, him and Martin swallowed. And as the two men above him panted, Seonghyeon withheld his own gasp as he came.
There was a moment of calm as they all breathed through their exertion, both Martin and Seonghyeon needing to hold it back. He could only imagine those piercing eyes glaring up at the chairman, dick still half in his mouth, sucking the soft length tauntingly. It made him shiver as he did the same.
He had no idea how much time had passed before he heard Juhoon zipping up, followed by the soft sound of Martin letting out a gentle breath.
"It's a shame you've been keeping this face from me for so long." That voice was just a murmur, hard to hear clearly from beneath the desk. Seonghyeon couldn't tell if he spoke softer than normal.
Martin didn't give him a response, and Seonghyeon was left in the dark, unaware of what may be happening above him. It was uncomfortable beneath there, the assistant started to feel the ache in his knees and back and neck, his underwear wet and sticky.
The desk above him creaked as Juhoon slid off, buckling himself, and smoothing his clothing out.
"I expect that AR report by the end of the day." Business as usual.
Those heels thudded softly as they walked to the door, opened it, and it closed shut behind him. Seonghyeon waited, listening to Martin’s breathing before him, the chair creaking as he leaned back, and sighed heavily.
"Hyeon," Martin finally said, his voice as gruff as usual. Quietly, Seonghyeon packed him away and zipped him up before he crawled out, his boss rolling back to give him the space. As he stood up, he brushed off his knees, taking in the room now that the blinds were closed. He wasn't used to complete privacy like this, and there was a small fear in him that the big boss would come bursting back in. Thankfully, they were left alone.
As he studied the man in the chair, he found himself at a loss for words. Those eyes were sharp on him, and he thought he saw wariness there. That chest still labored slightly from his own pleasure, and Seonghyeon realized he must look the same way. As desirous as he'd been under that desk when it was happening, he now felt the calm in the wake of their pleasure, his self consciousness rising up to bite him.
"What are you looking at?" Martin grumbled lightly. "Don't you have work to do?" Caught off guard, Seonghyeon simply nodded, his body fighting between staying put, and moving to leave. "Well?" he said, noting his hesitation. "I can give you more if you want."
Not wanting to risk the threat, Seonghyeon allowed his feet to carry him to the door. Hopefully Juhoon had left the floor by then.
He stopped before it, his hand hovering over the doorknob. A look over his shoulder told him Martin was already back to looking at his computer, but that didn't mean he wasn't watching Seonghyeon out of his peripherals.
"Mr. Edwards-"
"Don't." His reply was immediate, curt and strict.
"Right," Seonghyeon said, gulping. "I was just going to ask you if you wanted me to open the blinds." At that, Martin looked at him with his typical scowl.
After a second of pause, he said, "Fine." Casually, Seonghyeon made his way around the room, opening each set of blinds, one by one. He hoped no one outside noticed how he reappeared within Martin’s office suddenly.
When all was revealed and the daylight streamed in through the windows, his fellow workers typing away in their cubicles, Seonghyeon was finally ready to leave. At least he thought he was, but then he realized something, and walked back up to that desk once again. Martin looked up at him, annoyance in his eyes.
"What?" He growled. Seonghyeon held out the pen he'd dropped earlier, the reason he'd been under that desk in the first place. The shiny metal glinted in the sunlight, those eyes landing on it.
"I almost forgot." After staring at the pen, Martin looked back up at him again, then took the pen.
"Just get out of here, before I have you close those blinds again."
A small smile lifted up his lips, and he finally left, making his way to the bathroom to clean up before taking his place back at his desk just outside the office again. As he finally returned to his work, he thought about how much he really liked being Martin’s assistant.
Juhoon's office was massive. The wood paneled walls were a dark, rich brown, the carpet a deep red. It was plush beneath his feet as Seonghyeon stood before that desk for the first time since the last round of his interview, where he'd accepted his job offer. The chairman sat in his big, leather chair, a wall of crystal clear windows behind him, revealing nothing but a pure, blue sky. They were on the top floor of the tallest building in the city.
Seonghyeon was holding his breath, feeling the moment weigh on his shoulders. He was pretty certain he knew what Juhoon had called him in for; why else would he need to speak to him alone?
"Seonghyeon." The voice surprised him, despite having waited nearly two minutes in suspense for it. "Explain to me why you feel it appropriate to have sex on company property, on the clock." Seonghyeon felt like he'd been punched in the chest. How brutal, and straight to the point.
With a gulp, Seonghyeon opened his mouth, and forced an answer out. "I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about." His voice was so weak, it was embarrassing. But as he stood there before that piercing gaze, he felt entirely out matched. However intimidated he'd been by Martin, he felt nothing could compare to Juhoon.
Juhoon's voice was quiet as he responded, making Seonghyeon quiver where he stood; "You think lying to me will help?"
How was he gasping, just standing there? Those eyes had him trapped in their gaze, frozen to the spot. What was this strange power the other man had over him?
Those eyes sharpened, and Juhoon said sternly, "I am well aware of your relationship with my project manager." His blood was like ice in his veins. How could he have found out? Were there secret security cameras in Martin's office? Had he stayed late and come to their floor, catching them in the act? Seonghyeon shivered, imagining what all Juhoon might have seen, what he might have heard.
"How did you find out?" He asked meekly. That perfect eyebrow quirked up at him, Juhoon frowning.
"I didn't. You've admitted it to me, just now." At that, Seonghyeon's heart sank. He couldn't even play the game, let alone keep up with the masters. "How pathetic," Juhoon murmured then. "I don't know what he sees in you." Those words struck him; he recalled how the chairman would watch them closely, anytime they were near each other, and the possessiveness Seonghyeon felt whenever he saw those eyes lingering on Martin.
"If I may," he ventured weakly. "I don't think that's the point. I think it just... helps him unwind. After a streak of long days, and nights, it's necessary...to feel human again?" And this was why Martin never let Seonghyeon negotiate.
"He needs help unwinding?" Juhoon mused, twining his fingers together and laying his chin atop them. "You know I hired you to lessen his workload. And yet he's still staying late. As are you. The same amount of work is getting done, but for twice the amount of payroll, nearly." Seonghyeon doubted it was twice. There was no way he, the assistant, was making anything equal to the project manager. It was an exaggeration, to be sure, but he didn't call it out.
"He does a lot for the company," Seonghyeon said, keeping his voice steady. "And I am helping him, already, I know it. He'd be staying even later without my help, and I think I'll be able to help him even more wh-"
"If you're incapable of helping him now, then why shouldn't I just fire you and find someone who can?" Seonghyeon steeled himself.
"Because you picked me out of fifty other candidates." As Juhoon's head tilted, he fought desperately not to shake. "Whoever you hire next will have to be taught all over again everything that I had to learn. It isn't worth it, not when your lead project manager could burn out before you find someone else." Juhoon stared him down, but he tried to stand his ground. This was what it took to be corporate, wasn't it?
After another minute of silence, Juhoon finally asked, "Did he teach you how to disrespect your superiors too?" Seonghyeon's mouth tightened, but he said nothing, so the other continued. "Remind me, where did you go to school, Seonghyeon?"
It took him off guard, but he responded simply. "Seoul National University"
"Right," Juhoon said, setting his hands on his desk as he rose up from his chair. "The top business school in South Korea.” He began to walk around his desk, striding so casually, like he had all the time in the world.
"We discussed this during your interview." Juhoon spoke flippantly as he crossed his arms, as if it was just a simple fact, a sentence to be said, a line on a resume. "Your education and immediate introduction to the workforce is impressive. However, your lack of experience and overall productivity is undesirable for a competitive, ever-evolving environment such as this one. So you have to ask yourself why I hired you over the others." And here, he finally stood up straight, standing a good half foot over the assistant. "You see, I hired you for your loyalty, for your good-heartedness. I thought Martin could use that, someone that would leap when he told them to, without hesitation. But now I'm beginning to question my previous beliefs. Perhaps Martin would prefer someone with more capabilities, even if it meant butting heads more often. In fact, it might actually do him some good, don't you think?"
As he ended the speech by tilting his head at Seonghyeon, the latter felt his entire body clench to prevent himself from trembling. He had nothing to say. How could he?
"I think," Juhoon continued softly in his silence. "That perhaps it should be you, begging me, to keep your job."
At that, Seonghyeon fell to his knees and bowed his head. He wanted to be like Martin so bad, to stand up to Juhoon and fight for his rights, for his respect. But he was no Martin. He was only himself.
When he heard the other man clucking his tongue, he looked up, wiping the tears from his eyes.
"Don't." Juhoon said, looking down at him with disdain. "I'm not going to replace you, Mr. Eom. Not as of right now, anyway." He couldn't believe the relief that washed over him at those words. Slowly, he got to his feet, wiping his nose. "But don't mistake that for pity," Juhoon warned. "You can continue working here, if, and only if, you cease all sexual relations with my project manager."
It struck him in the chest. Already he could feel the longing, the memory of Martin's hands on his body aching in his skin. But then again, did he have any other choice? As he nodded at the other, he reminded himself that it was purely reasonable. How long had he expected them to be able to get away with it anyway?
Yet as he left Juhoon’s office, he felt the sharp pang in his chest. He imagined the next time he and his manager stayed late, the lingering touch, the pen on the floor. What would he do? And worst of all, would Martin even miss it?
When Seonghyeon had first started working as Martin's assistant, he'd been immediately, and deeply overwhelmed by their expectations for him. The Kim Corporation proved to be brutal, with hardly any room for friendship or errors, nor time to take a breath. Something that had surprised him more than anything else, however, were the monthly meetings.
As the manager's assistant, he was expected to have a one-on-one with Martin every month. They called it his "job review." The first time Martin had called it that, he'd been frightened. Were they going to go over every mistake he'd made? Was his job in jeopardy every month?
But in actuality, the point was to discuss, believe it or not, what Seonghyeon thought of the job. If there were areas he was struggling with, assignments he felt he needed help with. At first, he'd been far too terrified to speak his mind, trying his best to act like nothing was wrong, and he could handle anything they threw at him. But at the end of the first meeting, Martin had said something to him that stuck with him.
"If you don't tell me what needs to be fixed, it's gonna stay broken."
Seonghyeon started utilizing these meetings more, particularly when he realized it was practically the only time he could discuss his necessities with his boss.
Of course, it was probably strange that they held this meeting at Martin's house. These meetings were always held outside of work, on a Saturday, as they were simply too busy during office hours to meet like this. When Seonghyeon asked his boss why they didn't meet at the office, Martin screwed his face up.
"Fuck that place." So Seonghyeon found himself walking up that red brick walkway once every four Saturdays, and ringing that doorbell. And he understood Martin's sentiments completely. He found those meetings far less stressful in the sunlit dining room, with the other dressed in his casual clothes. Seonghyeon still dressed in business casual, but it was better than the suit pants and heels he normally had to wear.
And so the assistant who had at first felt tense and awkward there, now found a sense of peace and comfort in Martin's dining room. It was the only room he'd been allowed in, at first. But once they started having sex... The entire event turned into something else. He'd never forget the first day Martin had taken him to his bedroom, the awe he'd felt at being allowed in, and himself face down on those soft, luxurious sheets as he was railed from behind.
Yet things had changed for a second time, and this time, for the worse.
Seonghyeon sat beside Martin, the air as tense as it had ever been between them. Those eyes were sharp as they held on him, and his own were busy trying to find anywhere else to look. His lips moved as words passed through them, simply spewing the bullshit he'd come up with to say to the other for that day.
It had only been two weeks since Juhoon had forbid him from having sex with Martin, and he'd been successfully obedient, unfortunately. Of course, he was as pleasant as he could be, always giving his manager a smile, and still just as eager to help him whenever he asked for it. But he shied away from Martin's advances, and when he picked up the dropped pens, he simply handed them back and returned to his work. Every night, he would pack his things up and head home, rushing through some excuse before heading out the door, not allowing the other man to even initiate.
And now, after avoiding being alone with his boss, it was just the two of them, in Martin's house, and the latter was staring at him the entire time, hard. His eyes never strayed, never flickered, just held steady on him. And Seonghyeon found it difficult to breathe under their weight, but somehow, he made it through the conversation. These days, he was supposed to talk, while Martin listened.
Despite the heat in Martin's eyes, the pressure he was able to apply to Seonghyeon, the assistant had hope that he would make it out of this meeting alive. They fucked regularly, but they never talked about it, not really, and he was banking on that sole fact.
When he'd said his part, he finally looked up into Martin's eyes. His chest squeezed at what he saw.
"Anything else?" Martin asked, his tone strangely normal. Seonghyeon looked up and to the side, as if he was thinking.
Shaking his head, he said, "No."
Normally, Martin would let him go after that. If he was withholding any complaints, any issues, that was on him, and he would have to deal with it himself. But that day, those eyes narrowed on him, and the chair creaked as Martin leaned forward a little.
"You sure?"
Seonghyeon's heart pounded in his chest. He nodded, his mouth too dry to speak. What had he gotten himself into? He was trapped between Juhoon's jealousy and Martin's desire. Any choice he made would disappoint one of them, and it was quite possible that he could lose his job, either way. But he knew which one left him in a safer position.
After staring at him for a second longer, Martin leaned back in his chair, releasing Seonghyeon from the intensity of his stare, and the assistant let out a breath of relief. It was time to figure out how to leave without having sex.
Pushing his chair back, Seonghyeon said, "If that's all, then I'm going to go now." Those eyes flashed onto him again as he stood up and picked up his jacket. "I have...errands to run." Martin didn't say anything, so he took it as a sign to continue. He took his first step toward the front door when he felt something latch onto his wrist, and he looked down to see Martin's hand.
When he looked up, he found himself trapped in that gaze; those eyes were burning bright, and there was that slightly hysterical grin carving across that face.
"What's wrong?" Martin rasped. "Are you sick of me already?" Seonghyeon's eyes widened at that.
"No-" He gasped out instantly. Hearing the emotion in the other's throat took him off guard. Suddenly, all thoughts of their chairman were gone, and he was just left with the need to please the man that he admired. "Never."
His own voice was breathless as he tried to reassure Martin, though that was difficult when he wasn't able to explain any further.
"Then what's the deal? Running out on me every fucking night like you left the damn oven on or something." Seonghyeon's heart squeezed as those eyes searched his face, picking apart every inch of his expression. How badly Martin wanted to know what was going on; how badly Martin wanted him, too. Despite the tight spot he was in, there was a bit of relief, knowing that it really did mean something to the other as well.
"I...can't," he finally said, his eyes darting away.
"Can't?" The word was unusually soft, that tone thoughtful, that hand twisting gently around his wrist. He looked back to see the gears turning in that head. "It's Juhoon, isn't it?" Martin growled, his voice ripping from his throat. When Seonghyeon didn't say anything, he knew.
Suddenly, he was up, grabbing both of Seonghyeon's arms and pushing him back until he was against the wall, and there was no air to spare between them, and he was reminded of their first night together. His chest was tight, his vision filled with those stunning eyes, and he longed terribly for the touch he'd been without for the past several days. He could almost moan, he'd missed this so much, thinking he'd never have it again.
"You think I'd let him tell me what to do? I'd like to see him try." That sharp grin was before him, curving deliciously as Martin only got closer, the heat nearly unbearable for the assistant, who was smothered in that grip. And yet, he knew that wasn't exactly true. Seonghyeon could think of a few times where Martin had done exactly what Juhoon told him to do...
"Martin," he murmured, feeling the tears well up in his eyes. "I'll lose my job..."
Understanding dawned in those eyes, and the feral lust transformed into pure anger in mere seconds. Yet he didn't rage. Instead, he swallowed it down, his hand rising up to smooth delicately over Seonghyeon's cheek, stealing his breath away.
"Fuck him." His own eyes widened to see Martin's calm, his face so bold, so certain, so unafraid. He was everything Seonghyeon wasn't, it made the heat sink low in his abdomen. "I'll talk to him on Monday," Martin grumbled, his gaze lowering to study Seonghyeon's lips, who couldn't help but lick them. "Right now, I'm gonna fuck you."
It was enough. It was more than enough. Seonghyeon's pants strained to hold him back. He swallowed, and let his eyelids slip lower. Martin dove in, and soon enough, they were kissing, by god, they were finally kissing again. They began to make up for lost time, Martin pulling him against himself, his hands hungrily searching the other, grabbing his ass and pressing Seonghyeon's pelvis against his own.
He didn't remember the journey from the dining room to the bedroom; not how they passed through the kitchen nor how they made their way down the hall. He definitely didn't remember where either of them left their clothing (because none of it had followed them to the bedroom.) All he remembered was they hadn't parted for more than a second that entire time, and the moment he had access to Martin's bare body, he immediately took advantage of it. His tongue tasted those washboard abs, his feet curled around the other's calves. His fingers tested the plump strength of Martin's pecs. Had he ever been allowed this much freedom before?
When his face was pressed against that soft mattress, Seonghyeon sighed. Martin wasted no time in prepping him, stretching him with his fingers before he was ready to enter him. Before he did, Martin flipped him over and spread his legs, lowering down to kiss him, and then he slid in. And when he did, Seonghyeon let out a moan that would later embarrass him when he recalled it. But in the moment, he was so damn horny, anything would turn him on. Any touch of Martin's fingers brought him pleasure, every grunt was the sexiest thing he'd ever heard.
Seonghyeon locked every limb he had around the other's body, taking his thrusts with pleasure. He hadn't realized just how needy he was until that very moment, but as his ass was being pounded, he found the knowledge easy to accept.
When they were finished, Seonghyeon was laid atop Martin's chest, the blanket covering their entangled bodies. The boss held his phone to his ear, and he was speaking curtly with Juhoon. They had their own job review scheduled for that day, and Martin was rescheduling it. Seonghyeon traced shapes absentmindedly over that puffy chest, watching it rise and fall with each breath. And when Martin hung up, tossing the phone to the nightstand, Martin lifted his chin up with a finger and kissed him again. How quickly they returned to each other's arms, Seonghyeon losing track of time as they wasted the rest of the afternoon in bed.
Seonghyeon felt another development occurring in their relationship. Maybe it wouldn't last longer than that day, or even longer than that week, but while it lasted, he would enjoy every second of it.
Martin stormed into Juhoon’s office Monday morning, not even bothering to stop at his own floor to drop his shit off. Juhoon's head lifted to see him, quirking his eyebrow at the project manager who dropped his coat and suitcase onto the floor as he stomped closer.
"You're threatening my assistant now?" He stood before the other's desk, glaring down at him as he sat in his chair. "Weren't you the one that hired him?"
Juhoon leaned back, steepling his hands as he appraised the irate man before him. "Is that why you rescheduled our meeting?"
"Fuck the meeting," Martin grounded out. "You got some nerve, trying to get rid of my assistant behind my back like that."
"From what I understand," Juhoon began in that frustratingly calm tone of his. "You had to teach him not to spill coffee on important documents. He doesn't seem exactly up to our standards."
Martin scowled, "He's fine." The chairman's head tilted at that.
"In what way?"
"He gets the job done," Martin answered flatly.
"Is that really why you've come bursting into my office at 9:15 in the morning, demanding I rescind my decision to hold him accountable for inappropriate workplace relations?"
"Inappropriate workplace relations?" Martin's voice was beyond incredulous. "That's rich. Who do I get to complain to about you then, huh?"
"Complain?" He said his words softer than normal, his tongue cradling each one. "Do you have any complaints about me? Please, share with me."
"Yeah, you're trying to take my fucking assistant from me." After the bravado he'd put on bursting in, Martin began to reel it in. Carefully, he was traversing into dangerous territory.
Those eyes flashed on him. "And that's all?"
"Oh I'm sure I can come up with something else," Martin said, his own voice dropping low to match the other's, his eyes gleaming. The corner of Juhoon's mouth twitched, and the manager felt a sense of satisfaction at that.
The chairman pushed away from his desk slightly, the atmosphere relaxing as he dropped Martin's gaze.
"As much as I want to help you, Martin, you know I can't just turn a blind eye to my employees having sex on company time." The manager felt his own eyebrows rise, but he held back his scoff. Instead, he lowered his hands down onto Juhoon's desk and caught his gaze once again.
"You can't, huh?" He shoved Juhoon's papers aside, then swung his legs over, pushing himself forward until he was sitting right in front of the chairman. He hooked his foot around Juhoon's chair and tugged him closer, then reached down and grabbed hold of his silk tie. "That means you wouldn't turn a blind eye to this, hm?"
Juhoon kept a stoic face, revealing nothing while Martin spread himself out before him.
"Enchanting," Juhoon drawled sarcastically. "You think I'm so desperate that I'd take you whenever I could get you?" Martin fisted that tie, watching the knot tighten around that unexpectedly slender neck.
"No," he rasped, feeling his face stretch as his grin widened. "I think you're desperate enough to fire my assistant without my approval. And I think if you don't take me now, you're never gonna get me ever again." Martin held his breath as Juhoon was silent for another moment.
"You have got to be my most annoying employee," he murmured, Martin able to feel his breath against his own lips.
"Where would you be without me?" Those eyes flared before him, then suddenly the chairman stood up and stepped forward, leaning over that self-satisfied smirk. He set his hands down on the desk, behind Martin, he pressed between those thighs, which spread easily for him.
Juhoon wasted no time, his mouth crashing against the other's, his chest pushing Martin back until he was laying down, and the chairman had to crawl on top the desk and follow after him. Those slender fingers were already prying at his belt, and he could've scoffed if his mouth hadn't been full of tongue at the moment. God this bastard was easy.
The manager pushed his hips up into that grip, but before Juhoon could make any progress, Martin flipped them both, pushing him onto his back and straddling his hips, grinning down at him with a crazed look in his eyes.
"No touching," he growled, watching that brow rise at him. Juhoon had an incredible poker face, but Martin could tell from the throbbing in that pelvis beneath him, that Juhoon was intrigued. He lowered down and pressed his lips to the other's neck, tasting his pulse beneath his tongue. As he sucked the skin, Juhoon's hands laid on his back and gripped his pressed shirt, wrinkling the back.
Martin ground down against his boss, his pace slow and taunting. The longer he stalled, the more desperate Juhoon became beneath him, groaning into the kiss, as if to command him to get to it. He wanted their pants gone, but Martin knew his worth.
Juhoon's hands came down and slipped between their bodies, beginning to unbutton Martin's shirt. Quickly, he pulled away and frowned at the man beneath him.
"I said no touching." Juhoon's brow knit together, frustration leaking through his expression.
"If your plan is to tease me, then I suggest you come up with a different one."
Martin rolled his eyes, before glaring down at the other and saying, "Fine, you can touch." Yet when those hands rose up to grab his tie, Martin snatched Juhoon's wrist, halting it before it reached him. "If, Seonghyeon’s job is secure."
Those eyes blinked up at him, that face blank for a moment as his words washed over it. Clearly, he'd forgotten about Martin's assistant in the heat of it all. The corner of those lips twitched, but Martin gave nothing away. He simply waited patiently as the chairman thought to himself. His hand stretched in Martin's grip.
"You like him, don't you?" Martin's lips tightened into a straight line, but he didn't say anything, just silently demanded the other address his contingency. Juhoon stared at him for a second longer before saying, "Get on the desk."
He narrowed his eyes, but allowed Juhoon to slip out from beneath him, and push him against the table. Those hips pressed against his ass, that stiff bulge teasing him. Juhoon's chest laid atop his back, his hair tickling Martin's neck, and his lips moved against his ear.
"Fine. You can have your assistant. As a favor from me." He purred that last sentence, stroking Martin's shoulder, and the latter held back a shiver. So he owed him. What else was new?
Juhoon's hands found their way to his hips, before they snaked forward and unbelted his pants. He took his time, removing both of their pants, letting them drop to their ankles. Martin could feel that length against his skin; it was just as massive as he remembered.
They both kept lube in their desks, for obvious reasons. Juhoon's fingers sunk between Martin's cheeks and slipped inside of him. The man on the desk moaned as he was pressed, then rubbed, then spread. The chairman worked him thoroughly, only pulling his hand free when Martin was panting, sweat making his bangs stick to his forehead. Juhoon's hands fanned over his lower back, pushing his shirt up, revealing even more of his feverish skin.
"Are you content now, Martin?" Juhoon's words fell over him, his voice as soft as always. "Your assistant is safe, and you yourself are spread out on my desk." That head slipped between his cheeks and teased his hole. "You know I just want my project manager to be happy."
"Just put it in already," he snapped, losing his patience. He didn't have to look back to know Juhoon was smirking at him.
He felt it when the chairman stepped forward, that cock sinking into him. It pulled a moan from his throat, that width immediately too much, yet it just kept coming. His body stretched to accommodate it as it entered him, inch by inch. By the time Juhoon's hips were pressed against his ass, Martin was shivering, looking like a damn mess on that desk he was sure.
That torso lowered down to hover over his back, lending him it's warmth. There were no more words between them as Juhoon began to pull out, and soon enough, he was fucking Martin. It was way too early on a work day to be bent over and whining in that damn office as he was railed, but damn if it didn't feel great. Just outside Juhoon's double doors and down the hall, his assistant was seated at her desk, doing work. And back on his own floor, Martin's team was doing their work. Seonghyeon was probably reading through the itinerary Martin had sent him and was getting started on the first item. And there he was, getting his back blown out by the chairman himself. On a Monday morning, no less.
As Martin kept himself braced against that desk, he listened to their panting breaths, their moans and stuttering cries of pleasure mixing. When was the last time it had been this heated between them? Had Juhoon ever thrusted into him so forcefully before, his grip so possessive? Martin's hands clawed on top of that desk, feeling like he might tear in two. Fuck, that cock was so thick.
When Martin came, Juhoon cursed behind him, and pulled out just in time to splatter against his thighs. The air was filled with their heaving breaths, the two men silent as they recovered from the exertion. For a moment, Martin was able to forget where they were, and the responsibilities waiting for him a couple floors below.
With effort, Juhoon lifted himself off of his project manager, the air suddenly cold at his back. Martin grunted as he rose up himself, trying not to let the ache show in his face. That damn bastard didn't need anything else to be smug about.
"I hope you're prepared for the meeting next week," Juhoon said calmly as he belted his pants. Just like that, everything was casual again. "Father will be there, so be on your best behavior."
"Yeah, yeah," Martin spat out as he grabbed some tissues and cleaned up as best he could. "You'll get your finished product, they're shipping in tomorrow."
"And what about the merger?" The chairman gave him a look as he tucked his shirt into his pants, Martin just then pulling his own slacks up. He himself was less particular about his own presentation.
"Give me a break. I already got the final draft waiting on my desk." The corner of Juhoon's mouth flicked up momentarily.
"Then I guess we have nothing to worry about." Martin glared at him, but said nothing else. As he was just finishing buckling his belt, Juhoon sat down in his chair and pulled up to his desk. "If that's all, then get back to work. We don't need anymore delays this quarter."
"Think you need to tell me that?" Martin grumbled as he rolled his shoulders. His ass was sore, but the tension was gone from his body as he walked out of Juhoon's office, leaving the chairman behind as he began to type away on his computer. Martin tilted his head and cracked his neck, letting out a sigh as the door closed behind him. Sex had always been his favorite form of stress relief.
The elevator opened with a ding on his own floor. As he stepped out, his wrist watch read quarter to ten, and all around him, his employees were busy making phone calls and writing up reports. His eyes fell on the man sitting at the desk before his office, who straightened up when he saw him approaching. Those eyes flicked over his tousled hair and disheveled collar that he hadn't bothered buttoning up again.
He decided against holding that concerned gaze, and walked past Seonghyeon, pushing his way inside his office and letting the door close behind him. Settling down in his own chair, he sighed at the familiar comfort, allowing his body a moment to relax. After that brief second of peace, Martin reached forward and pressed the button to comm his assistant.
"Hyeon," he said, watching the man through the window startle at his voice. "Get in here."
"Okay!" He pressed off the button and leaned back in his chair, waiting only one second before the door swung open and Seonghyeon was standing before his desk, looking anxious to hear what he had to say. Martin simply waited until the door behind him closed before he spoke.
"Close the blinds."
The assistant hesitated, but when Martin's gaze sharpened, he sprung into action. The blinds fell, steadily separating them from the rest of the office until they had their privacy. What they all thought was happening, Martin had no idea, and he didn't give a shit.
When he was done, Seonghyeon came to stand before his desk again, and Martin leaned forward, resting his elbows on the surface. With his finger, he motioned the other to come closer, and lean in too. He obeyed, leaning over the desk, his tie hanging from his neck. How old was this man? And he still didn't know how to tie a proper knot?
Martin grabbed the tie and pulled its owner in the rest of the way, and he kissed him. Seonghyeon's gasp of surprise was stifled by Martin's lips. It wasn't anything deep, nothing like their late night, desperate bursts of passion. It was slow and controlled, their mouths both morphing to fit against the other's and Seonghyeon held himself up on the desk. When Martin tilted his head, so did his assistant.
The manager pulled back a little, still holding on to the other. Their lips were still close enough to taste each other's breaths, their vision clouded with the other's eyes. "Fix your tie," he murmured. Then he let Seonghyeon go, watching him fall back on his heels and blink back at him.
"O-okay," Seonghyeon stammered, his hands flying up to untie the knot.
"Not in here."
"Right!" He turned to head out, but he stopped right before the door, facing Martin once more. "Um, did you... Is everything... Okay?" That was a loaded question. But Martin's eyes narrowed, and he answered.
"Everything’s fine." The relief melted all the tension in his body, and he almost scoffed. Of course Hyeon would be so worried about it. Before that hand could grab the doorknob, he stopped it by saying, "If he ever gives you trouble again, you come to me." Those eyes were wide as they stared at him, and he scowled. "Got it?"
Seonghyeon nodded at him, his own chest rather annoyingly clenching at the sight of his stupid face lighting up.
Finally, the other left, and he was perfectly alone in his office. He rested a bit longer, his eyes lingering on his assistant as he sat in his chair again and got back to work.
He chuckled, only slightly ticked off at the fondness seeping through his own voice. Whatever. He'd give him what he deserved later that night, when the moon was rising, and it was just the two of them in that office.
For the time being, Martin cracked his knuckles, and started up his desktop. He had work to get done.