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Seonghwa was upset. His eyebrows were furrowed in annoyance, stressfully gnawing on one of the various company pens laid out on his desk. The constant clicking of his coworker, Yeosang, typing on his keyboard was not helping in the slightest.
“Yeo, I’m begging you to work a little quieter. I have to get this turned into Mr. Kim by the end of the day and I’m nowhere near completing it.” Seonghwa pleads, running a hand through his messed up blonde hair. He pulls off his glasses, wiping them in a passive aggressive manner before sliding them back on his tired face.
Yeosang snorts, stopping his typing and rolling his office chair right next to his coworker. “That CEO really has you agitated lately, are you sure he’s not overworking you?” Yeosang asks in an amused tone, only slightly worried.
“I’m his one and only secretary, he’s supposed to overwork me.” Seonghwa responds in dry humor, shaking his head as he lays back on his chair.
“No, it’s not that. You remember how I told you Mr. Kim assigned me that intern to train? Well, he didn’t show up today like he was supposed to and my entire schedule is now in havoc. Mr. Kim entrusted me with more paperwork when he found out the intern wasn’t going to show up, so that’s what I’m trying to finish.”
A whistle comes out of Yeosang’s pursed lips. “Damn, I feel bad now. Listen, I’m sure Mr. Kim won’t get after you too harshly, when have you ever failed one of his tasks? You’re like the golden star worker for this company, any CEO would want you as their secretary.” He tries to comfort, giving his friend a small smile.
“Thanks, Yeo. I think I simply need a long vacation after this month or something, I haven’t had time to myself in what feels like years.” Seonghwa sighs, cracking his knuckles before getting back to work on his computer. Yeosang pats him on the back before rolling back to his own desk.
It’s not that Seonghwa hated his job, he actually loved it. The main problem was that he never had time to distress. Working eight plus hours a week everyday takes a toll on almost everyone, so it wasn’t surprising that he was exhausted.
Yeosang was right as well. Seonghwa never messed up his duties, turning in everything when it was due and sometimes even earlier than needed. He always made sure CEO Kim Hongjoong had everything he required whether it was a cup of fresh hot coffee, a last minute paper, or a set appointment with an important company.
Seonghwa never had a reason to complain but slowly as the days dragged on his stress levels were rising and he had no outlet to release his tension. However, he knew what he really wanted… what he actually craved more than anything the past few months.
It was embarrassing to admit but Seonghwa couldn’t deny the facts; he was desperate for a good fuck.
Working this much constantly ensured that he had no time for one night stands, not that he enjoyed those anyways, and it definitely ruined his chances in the dating scene.
Seonghwa hadn’t been with anyone in years, only able to release minimal pent up energy with quick jack off sessions every night. Hell, he even considered asking his friends to do him a solid but that idea never left his lips, too ashamed to request such an act.
That’s why this stupid intern not showing up for the appointment Seonghwa scheduled pissed him off. It was the first time something at work didn’t go as planned, throwing him off his game for the entire day. Normally by this time he would have had the assigned paperwork at Mr. Kim’s desk but it was already an hour before his shift was supposed to be over.
It’s like the universe was against Seonghwa that day, the elevator nearby making a ding as it opened. Mr. Kim steps out, brushing down his suit as he adjusts himself before making his way to Seonghwa’s desk. The secretary is practically sweating when his boss reaches him, standing in front of him with an expressionless face.
“Mr. Park, I’ve noticed you haven’t handed in your work. I would have expected it from anyone but you? Is there a problem?” Hongjoong questions, raising an eyebrow as he stares his secretary down. Yeosang watches the conversation roll out with the corner of his eyes, typing random letters on his keyboard to make it look like he was still working.
“A-Ah, Mr. Kim! I’m very sorry sir, it’s just that the intern not showing up threw me off and I couldn’t gather my thoughts like I normally could! I know it’s not a good excuse and I should be ashamed for slacking off so much, I’m very sor-“ Seonghwa gets cut off by a cough.
For a split second Hongjoong looks like he’s holding back a laugh. “It’s fine Mr. Park, considering this is your first offense, I’ll be lenient. I’m extending your deadline to tomorrow by the end of your shift. If by then you don’t have it turned in, I want you to stay behind until it gets done. Understood?” Hongjoong demands, face back to its emotionless default.
Seonghwa rises from his chair quickly, bending down a full ninety degrees in gratitude. “Thank you, CEO Kim. I promise this won’t happen again.” He rushes out. When he stands upright, Hongjoong is already walking out the door, back facing both the employees.
With an exhausted sigh, Seonghwa sags back onto his chair. He rubs his face unceremoniously, glasses almost falling to the floor. “Dude, you so need a year off. That was embarrassing for me to watch.” Yeosang comments, raising his hands up in defense when the blonde throws a glare at him.
‘Tell me about it.’ Seonghwa thinks.
When Seonghwa gets home that day he makes a beeline towards his bathroom, stepping into a scalding shower with a hiss. The hot water running down his back relaxes him, tense muscles smoothing out as he stretches his arms above his head.
Soap suds in between Seonghwa’s palms, running his hands down his body as he washes between every crevice until finally he takes his own cock into his grasp. While he was washing himself he couldn’t help but to chub up, light touches making him shiver and lean back against the cool tile wall.
“Fuck…” Seonghwa whimpers, jacking himself off slowly as he tries to draw it out more than he usually does. He takes his bottom lip into his teeth, using his other hand to fondle one of his own nipples. He rolls the bud between his index finger and thumb, pinching and pulling on it as his cock strains against his hand.
Thoughts blur together the longer Seonghwa toys with himself. He imagines someone running their hands down his body, playing with his pecs just like he loves. He moans at the image of someone leaning down to lick at his nipples, biting and fondling them with their tongue.
“M-Mr. Kim…” Seonghwa whimpers aloud, eyes snapping open when he realizes who’s name he called out. His cheeks turn redder than they already were, disbelief crossing his mind. He didn’t know why he called out his boss's name considering he never even thought about Hongjoong that way before.
Apparently there’s a first time for everything.
Seonghwa recalls the slight scolding he received earlier, grasp tightening around his dick. Hongjoong did look somewhat alluring when he spoke to him with that stern voice of his, face looking almost bored. He imagines his boss looking down at him with that same expression as he begs to be touched.
Would Hongjoong touch him? Let him cum? Maybe Mr. Kim was just as powerful in bed as he was at work. Maybe he was the complete opposite, made to take it like a good boy.
The simple thought of Seonghwa being the one to take him apart made the blonde cum into his fist, letting out a loud whine as he sags against the wall, almost slipping in the wet tub. Embarrassment creeps up his spine when he thinks about what did.
How was he going to look into his boss’s eyes tomorrow?
After Seonghwa cleans himself up one last time and refuses to contemplate who he just got off to in the shower, he makes his way into his soft bed. His eyes grow heavy as soon as his head hits the pillow, a yawn escaping his lips as he snuggles into the fluffiness underneath him.
Today had been a minor setback but tomorrow will be better, he’ll have everything under control exactly as he always did.
The next day started off well. Seonghwa had woken up a little early so he could head off to the local coffee shop and buy himself, Yeosang, and Mr. Kim hot beverages. After that he drove straight to work, using his assigned key card to open the door with one hand while he held all the drinks in a cup holder with the other.
“I know I should have helped you open the door but watching you struggle was kind of amusing.” Is the first thing that Yeosang says, making Seonghwa roll his eyes. “Keep that up and you’re never getting something from me ever again.” He chides, giving his coworker a teasing smile before handing him his drink.
“Hot chocolate with whip cream because somehow you’re the only person in the world who hates coffee.” Seonghwa comments, laughing when Yeosang takes a sip of his drink and winces at how hot it was. “Don’t make fun of me. You don’t hear me talking about your weird love for mustard in your salads.” Yeosang bites back.
“That’s enough, you two. I’d still love to have friendly employees working for me by the end of the day.” A voice calls out, making them both look towards that direction. Hongjoong has entered the building, full black suit and hair styled back in a sophisticated way. He walks towards them slowly, raising a hand in greetings.
Seonghwa’s breath hitches, cheeks going pink when he remembers the filthy things he did last night to the thought of his boss. Clumsily, he takes the hot coffee he bought for Hongjoong and hands it out for him. “For you.” Is all he says, not able to hold his boss’s eyes for a long while.
Hongjoong takes the beverage, fingers brushing against Seonghwa’s skin. Seonghwa swears he can feel sparks where they touched. “Thank you, Secretary Park. I hope this isn’t you trying to sweeten me up over the fact you still haven’t turned in your work.” Hongjoong teases, lips drawing back in a smirk as he watches the blonde sputter over his words.
“T-That’s not what I’m doing at all, Sir! I promise you I’ll have it done in no time!” Seonghwa says in slight panic, ignoring the way Yeosang is poorly trying to contain his own laughter.
“Calm down, Mr. Park, I’m simply messing with you.” Hongjoong says slowly, amused at Seonghwa’s face turning impossibly pinker. “You’re one of the best workers I’ve ever had, I don’t doubt your skills. If you don’t have enough time today you’re allowed to stay after hours until it’s completed.” The CEO states before giving them both a nod and heading into the elevator that leads him up to his office.
“Why am I so embarrassing?” Seonghwa pouts, sitting on his chair while he crosses his arms. Yeosang takes a sip of his hot chocolate, shrugging his answer. “Maybe you got the hots for him? I never considered it but it makes sense with the way you treat him.”
Seonghwa spins his chair towards Yeosang’s direction, eyebrows drawn together in confusion. “What do you mean by ‘the way you treat him’?” Yeosang sets his drink down and sighs. “You’re telling me it’s normal to praise your boss the way you do? You never complain about him, always do what he says with no objection, and look at him like he hanged the stars.” He says bluntly, snorting when the look of realization crosses his coworker's face.
“I do not look-“
“Uhm, excuse me? I’m here for the internship?” A timid voice calls out, interrupting the conversation. Seonghwa looks over with a squeak to find a very handsome young man standing in front of his desk, clearly amused with the topic he accidentally listened in on. He didn’t even hear this stranger come in.
Wait, what? Internship?
“Are you, Choi San? The intern?” Seonghwa asks in disbelief, taking notice of the man’s wide shoulders. San nods in affirmation as a cute smile paints his face.
“Uhm, I’m sorry but you were scheduled to be here yesterday and you didn’t show.” Seonghwa informs, he couldn’t change his schedule again.
“No… I’m pretty sure it’s supposed to be today. I remember talking to you over the phone.” San presses, placing his hands down on the secretary’s desk. Seonghwa refrains from shooing the boy away, eye twitching at his space being infiltrated.
“I can assure you it was yesterday, Mr. Choi. Unless your advisor gives our CEO another call I can’t work with you.” Seonghwa grits out, fingers fiddling with each other as he tries his best to not let his stress levels rise. He glances down at the pretty spread of freckles staining the side of the other’s neck.
“I can assure you that it was today, Mr. Park. I implore you to recheck your schedule.” San insists, leaning in closer to Seonghwa’s space. He has a challenging look in his eyes, one that makes Seonghwa doubt himself. He nods curtly, typing away at his computer and clicking on his mouse until he gets to the scheduling page.
San smirks when he catches Seonghwa’s face falling at the information on the screen. “I won’t say anything to your CEO about this, no need to worry.” He says smugly, standing upright and adjusting his black blazer. He glances over at Yeosang who was too busy looking at him up and down with a thoughtful expression.
Seonghwa wants to crawl in a hole and die. How could he have made such a mistake? It was his own fault for messing up the dates and making his boss give him more work that he didn’t even need to do. He made himself extra stressed out for nothing.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Choi. This was my mistake, please give me a few moments while I rectify my errors.” Seonghwa says in a dry tone, staring at his computer as he tries to come up with a way to fix all the wrong he did. He’d rather be damned than let the CEO figure out the blunder he created.
To others this was probably a small mistake but to Seonghwa it was everything. When he gathers his thoughts he stands up from his seat abruptly, making both San and Yeosang flinch.
“Mr. Choi, would you please come with me? Yeosang, I’m going to show our new intern around. Please, whatever you do, don’t tell Mr. Kim what I did.” Seonghwa pleads, giving a small smile when his coworker nods in reassurance. He turns to San who waves a hand towards him, allowing him to lead the way.
Seonghwa is practically speed walking towards the printing room, entering and slamming the door closed behind him and the intern. San is giving him a strange look, unsure of the situation. “I’m pretty sure I know how to work a printer.” He comments sarcastically, ignoring the way the secretary glares at him.
“Listen to me very carefully. I need you to promise me that you won’t tell our CEO anything about this, it literally depends on my reputation.” Seonghwa pleads, shame flying out the window with how desperate he is to keep this all a secret.
“What reputation? Of you being the most obvious goody two shoes I’ve ever met? It was honestly a simple mistake, we can put this behind us.” San says with a chuckle, not seeing the big deal. Seonghwa glares at him, unhappy with the way San is brushing everything off.
The intern walks closer to the secretary, eyes taking in all the details of his face. His gaze travels down Seonghwa’s body, raising a hand to open up his pinstripe blazer and catching sight of his thin waist. “Do you do anything else for your boss, Mr. Park? Is that why you’re so desperate to have this swept under the rug?
The sound of Seonghwa’s scandalized gasp cuts through the air, backing away until his back hits one of the large printers in the room.
“Who do you think you are asking me a question like that? Our work relationship is strictly professional, please don't assume otherwise. If you aren’t actually here for your internship you can leave immediately.” He scolds with pink cheeks before huffing and making his way towards the door.
San reaches out to grab Seonghwa’s wrist, making him stop in his tracks. “You’re right, I’m sorry that was a very personal and unprofessional question. I won’t pry like that again. I really am here for the honor to work with you and your CEO, please take care of me.” San says with genuine emotion in his voice, a complete flip from the sensual aura he had seconds ago.
Seonghwa looks into his chocolate brown eyes, believing the sincerity he was hearing from the intern. He nods in agreement, relaxing when San lets go of him. He tries to ignore the tingling he feels on his wrist, raising his own hand to touch it gently.
“Well then let’s get started.”
The rest of the day went by smoothly. After showing San around the building he taught him how to work their computers, giving San his own key card with his own username and password. Next, he explained to the intern everything they did at the company, letting Yeosang give a few words of advice.
Everything was going well until the CEO came down, Seonghwa completely forgetting the paperwork he was supposed to turn in.
“M-Mr. Kim! Sir, I can’t turn in the paperwork you assigned me. Our intern arrived today instead and I didn’t have any time!” Seonghwa immediately spills, head slightly hanging in shame. It was painful for San and Yeosang to watch if they were being honest, glancing at each other with a grimace.
A look of disappointment goes through Hongjoong’s eyes, making Seonghwa want to cry. “Well that’s a shame, Secretary Park. Was there something wrong with the scheduling of appointments?” CEO Kim asks, looking at San for an answer. The intern looks surprised that the boss’s attention was on him but he recovers quickly and shakes his head at the question.
“No, nothing wrong, Sir. I made a mistake and got the dates confused, it’s all my fault. I’m sorry for any inconvenience, I take full responsibility.” San states, shocking Seonghwa with his save. He almost feels bad for thinking he was a prick. Almost.
Hongjoong ends up believing San, nodding his head as he makes his way towards the exit doors. “Very well. Seonghwa, as I said before you can stay behind to finish your work. My office door is open, leave it at my desk and you’re free to go. If San would like he can help you, considering he didn’t show up when assigned.” Hongjoong orders, leaving them no room to answer before exiting the building.
“That man sure is a piece of work.” San comments under his breath. “He isn’t so bad.” Seonghwa says absentmindedly, still looking at the doors Hongjoong left through.
San makes a fake gagging sound, dodging when Seonghwa goes to shove him. They burst into giggles, tiredness seeping into their bodies from the long day.
“So about that paperwork. Need a hand?”
Seonghwa could almost kiss him out of gratitude.
They work on the assignment together, the secretary once in a while showing the intern new tips and tricks. They both say goodbye to Yeosang when he leaves for the day, wishing them luck on their tasks.
It gets dark out quickly, the sound of crickets already echoing around the company building. A yawn escapes Seonghwa’s mouth as he leans back against his chair, throwing his head back to stretch. He doesn’t notice the way San eyes him, licking his lips when he catches sight of the secretary's exposed neck.
San coughs, getting up from Yeosang’s chair to stretch out his own legs. “I’m assuming we’re done now? Should we head up to Mr. Kim’s office?” He asks, offering a hand out to the blonde.
Seonghwa looks up at him with a knowing look before standing up on his own, ignoring San’s offer. “Yes, we should. Follow me.” He says instead, walking towards the elevators. He misses the way San checks out his rear, turning to press the buttons that will take them to the appropriate floor.
The ride up is slightly awkward, elevator music filling in the silence between the both of them. Seonghwa is right in front of the door, San a few centimeters behind. The intern is studying Seonghwa’s frame, taking notice of how much smaller he was. San’s broad shoulders easily dwarfed him, making a rush of heat shoot up his abdomen.
San’s thoughts are interrupted when the ding of the elevator rings out, doors sliding open to let the both of them exit. He follows behind Seonghwa as he tries to memorize the turns they take until finally they end up in front of the CEO’s office. The lights are off but the door is slightly ajar, just as Mr. Kim described.
“Before we go in, please don’t touch anything. We’re simply going to turn in the paperwork and leave, there’s no need for snooping.” Seonghwa mentions before a gasp leaves his mouth when San rolls his eyes and pushes the door open in a rough manner.
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t touch your precious boss’s belongings. I got it.” San mocks, flicking on the switch as he enters. He immediately does the opposite of what Seonghwa asks him to, strolling over to a shelf that holds loads of personal pictures.
There’s frames of Hongjoong with other people, seemingly at a business dinner. Some of them are with older people, San can only assume they’re his parents. His eyes stop at a specific photo, eyes raising in question. “Do you know he has a photo of the both of you here?”
Seonghwa stops what he’s doing, dropping the files that were due on his boss’s desk before scurrying over to San’s side. His mouth drops in surprise, cheeks turning pink when he sees what San is talking about.
It’s a picture that he remembers taking very clearly. It was after a successful meeting with a different company, Hongjoong and the other CEO agreeing to a partnership for the foreseeable future. It was a big win in Hongjoong’s book, surprising everyone with how expressionably happy he was that night.
Mr. Kim took them all to a celebratory dinner and Yeosang was taking photos for the night. One of the last shots he took was when Seonghwa was bidding Hongjoong goodnight, asking the both of them to smile for the camera.
Seonghwa still remembers the giddiness he experienced when he felt Hongjoong wrap an arm around his waist, pulling him in closer to his side. The picture doesn’t capture his shocked face, instead it shows off the wide smile painted on his lips seconds after.
The kicker was the fact that even Hongjoong was grinning into the camera, smug face staring back at Seonghwa as he grabbed the frame to stare at it longer.
San snorts, walking away from the shelf and sitting himself on top of Hongjoong’s desk. “Something tells me you’re not the only one hoping for a consensual workplace relationship." He comments, leaning back on his hands. "The way he was pulling you in seems a bit intimate considering he was a foot away from everyone else in the other photos.”
The words snap Seonghwa out of his daze, hastily placing the frame back on the shelf exactly where it was positioned before turning around and walking closer to San.
“I told you there is nothing going on between us. It wouldn’t even be ethically correct, I’m his secretary and nothing more. I don’t need my silly little intern butting in business that isn’t his to begin with!” He states very matter-of-factly.
With that, Seonghwa lets out a ‘hmph!’ before spinning on his heels and trying to stomp away. However, a grip around his waist pulls him backwards, yelping when he’s suddenly seated on San’s lap and his firm chest is pressed up against his back. He tries to pull away, whimpering as he squirms in the other’s tight grasp.
“Fine, say I believe you. By that logic you’re single, right? You wouldn’t mind if I made my move?” San says in a low voice, pleased when a shudder runs down the blonde’s body.
“You seem so tense, Mr. Park. Let me take care of that for you… I can see just how stressed you are, how needy you are to let someone fuck it out of you.”
Seonghwa’s mind is reeling, going limp in San’s hold as he takes in and considers the other’s words.
San was right, this was literally the one thing he’s been craving for the past month or so and who was he to turn down this opportunity? San was a very handsome man and he had this sexy aura to him that Seonghwa’s body couldn’t ignore.
Besides, nothing was going to happen between him and his boss unless he risked his job. What would that make Seonghwa? Someone desperate enough for cock that they’d ruin their own future?
It was settled then, a whine leaving Seonghwa’s lips in surrender. “Please… give it to me.” He mumbles out, resting his head back against San’s shoulder.
A grin paints San’s lips, pressing a scarce kiss to the blonde’s temple. “That’s it, darling. Just relax, yeah? I’ll make you feel so good.” He whispers, using both his hands to undo a few buttons on Seonghwa’s white shirt. He shoves his hands inside, palming at the other’s warm skin until he feels another tremble rake down his body.
Seonghwa hadn’t felt the touch of another person in so long that simple touches were enough to have him straining in his pinstripe slacks. His breathing was getting a little faster, fluttering his eyes shut when he feels San’s rough hands move to cup his pecs.
Gently, San rolls the tan buds in between his fingertips. A whimper escapes Seonghwa’s mouth, chest gravitating towards the pleasurable feeling. San pinches them abruptly, hushing Seonghwa when he lets out a cute mewl.
San moves his head down, leaving wet hot kisses on the expanse of Seonghwa’s neck. His tongue moves up to the back of the blonde’s ear, sucking in a lobe that has Seonghwa’s eyesight blurring. He didn’t know he could be so sensitive in that area, hips bucking up at the lack of attention.
Luckily, he doesn’t have to wait too long. San’s hands trail down Seonghwa’s chest and towards his crotch, undoing his pants. He reaches one of his hands in, cupping Seonghwa’s hard dick.
“F-Fuck…” The secretary whines, rolling his hips into the intern’s palm, fucking into his hand.
With a chuckle, San lets him do that for a few seconds, eyeing the way Seonghwa’s face scrunches up in pleasure. At this rate he knows it won't take long for the secretary to cum, considering the amount of precum that was already drooling out of his cock. Only now did the intern realize how much the other needed this kind of outlet.
A confused noise leaves Seonghwa’s lips when San stills him, grip tightening around his cock. “W-Why?” He stutters out, head spinning from the sudden cease of stimulation. He reaches his own hands out to hold San’s wrist, encouraging him to keep going.
“Don’t want you to cum too soon, darling. Where’s the fun in that, hm?” San teases, coating his palm with all the precum Seonghwa lets out and using it to create a smooth glide when he finally starts pumping his cock again slowly.
Seonghwa lets slip a loud drawn out moan and squirms in San’s arms until San hushes him in a light scolding.
“Don’t make too much noise, Mr. Park. There’s other people in the building, you don’t want them to hear you, do you?” San murmurs, suddenly trapping both of Seonghwa’s arms behind his back with one hand. He quickens his pace around the blonde’s dick, smirking when Seonghwa whines out even louder.
The comment makes Seonghwa come to his senses slowly, eyes snapping open and looking around in panic.
“We shouldn’t be doing this h-here.” He says, trying to pull away from San’s tight grip. San doesn’t let up though, simply tugging at Seonghwa’s cock a bit more roughly.
“I’m serious, San. Please… What if Mr. Kim comes back?” Seonghwa whispers in an anxious tone, unable to help the moan at San’s change of pace.
“Relax, CEO Kim won’t know.” San replies, ignoring Seonghwa’s pleas. “What if he does? We can’t… we shouldn’t be doing this, San.“ Seonghwa lets out a strangled mewl when the other teases a finger around his drooling tip. San hums at Seonghwa’s use of his first name, considerably pleased.
“Shh, I’m just your ‘silly little intern’ right, Secretary Park?” San mocks, watching in fascination as Seonghwa spills out even more precum from the tip of his cock.
“Ah…” Seonghwa breathes in sharply, face turning red at the obvious taunt. He turns his head away from San's, as if to say he was done with this conversation.
San hums loudly, whispering into his ear as he digs his thumb into the blonde’s tip. “I know you want it.”
Seonghwa wails loudly at the sensation, immediately cumming into his pants. San smirks in satisfaction, pulling his hand out from the other’s pants and shoving it into Seonghwa’s face.
The secretary, dazed from his orgasm, licks up his own cum. He swallows down the salty fluid, more turned on than ever. Seonghwa lays limp against San’s chest, satisfied with just a steamy handjob. San looks at him amused at first but when he feels his own cock straining in his pants he starts up with the second round.
“I hope you don’t think we’re done here.” San growls out.
San quickly flips their positions, uncaringly shoving Seonghwa on his back on top of the desk. He watches as the secretary winces and tries to catch his breath, face flushed red all the way down to his chest.
San unbuttons his slacks, taking them off along with his underwear and throwing them on the floor. He climbs up on top of the desk, hovering over Seonghwa and ignoring the cup of pens and pencils that got knocked over in the process.
“We don’t have any lube so I can’t top you… I hope you’re glad to know that I personally love it when it hurts a little.” San states with a low chuckle. He shoves his fingers into Seonghwa's mouth, letting the other lather his digits with his spit before pulling them out to finger his own hole open, face scrunching up in pleasurable pain.
Seonghwa feels like he’s in heaven, swearing at the lewd display above him. He shakily places his hands on San’s smooth thighs, licking his lips as he views the intern’s fingers stretch open his hole. Seonghwa’s cock miraculously started to chub up once again, aching to be buried into the tight heat that was centimeters away from him.
When San deems himself fully prepared, he spits in his hand and grabs Seonghwa’s weeping dick, slicking him up more until he was fully hard. Finally, San presses the tip inside himself, groaning out as he slowly lowers himself.
A strangled moan leaves Seonghwa’s lips, eyebrows knitting together when he feels San swallow him up with his ass. He doesn’t even give him using something as filthy as his own spit a second thought, completely focusing on the walls closing around his cock.
Seonghwa’s eyes roll to the back of his head, whining loudly when San is finally fully seated on his dick. San doesn’t look better off, handsome face screwed up in his own pleasure. The secretary’s cock wasn’t big but it also wasn't small. It was slender and veiny, flawlessly grinding up against his prostate.
“Mm, imagine if your perfect boss walked in on you right now. Do you think he’d be upset? Hard? What would he think about you getting absolutely wrecked in his own office?” San goads, moaning when he starts swiveling his hips in a sensual way.
Seonghwa looked like he was going to cry, tears gathering in his eyes at San’s filthy words. It was sort of humiliating, letting himself get defiled by the intern he was supposed to be watching over.
On the CEO’s desk of all places.
However, even if it was shameful, it made Seonghwa burn red with more arousal. He unintentionally loses control of his own hips, fucking up into San and drawing out a surprised whimper from the boy above him. San huffs, placing his hands on top of Seonghwa’s chest before starting to bounce on his cock in a steady rhythm.
“I’m in control, Seonghwa. All you have to do is look pretty while you let me give you what you want.” San murmurs, fondling Seonghwa’s nipples once again. The blonde nods frantically, releasing breathy gasps every time a spark of pleasure runs down from his nipples to his cock.
It felt so good to let go and have someone do all the work for him.
Seonghwa almost sees white when San leans down to suck his nipples into his mouth. He cries out, back arching up into San even though the hard surface underneath them made it painful.
San quickly pulls away with a swear, looking over at the slightly ajar door. Movement catches his eye but he pretends he doesn’t see the familiar face, a mischievous grin spreading across his lips. He looks back down at Seonghwa who’s seconds away from complaining about why he stopped.
“You need to learn how to keep quiet.” San grits out, pulling on the tie around his neck until it comes loose. He takes it off and stuffs it all into Seonghwa's mouth, cooing at him condescendingly when the secretary whimpers out in shame.
With the thought of someone watching them in mind, San tries to put on a show. He starts using Seonghwa’s cock like a toy, riding it aggressively and throwing his head back to show the full splatter of freckles on his neck.
“Fuck, your cock is so good… I’m kind of surprised.” San says breathlessly, giggling at the question written on Seonghwa’s face.
“Thought your dick would match your puny attitude. So compliant to do anything your b-boss says. If he walked in here and asked for a turn with your s-sinful body, I'd bet you’d get down on your knees.” San explains, trailing off into a moan as he grinds his hips to dig into his own prostate with the other’s cockhead.
Seonghwa lets out a muffled cry, head going fuzzy from the pleasure and San’s taunting. He can’t deny the intern’s words, practically buzzing at the thought of Mr. Kim walking in on them. He’d let him have a turn of course, he’d let him do whatever he wanted.
The image of Hongjoong taking him this very desk crossed his mind, making him shudder with want.
Would Mr. Kim take him over the desk? Let him ride him on his office chair? Would he let Seonghwa fuck him, get him to cum all over his own office supplies?
Seonghwa doesn’t even register the fact that San leaned down again until he feels a wet tongue licking at one of his nipples. His eyes cross, whimpers being muffled by the tie in his mouth. His back arches once again when San bites on his tender bud, tears coating his lashes until a few slide down his cheeks.
San is unforgiving as he pinches and bites at Seonghwa’s nipples, sucking on them harshly until Seonghwa cries out as the tension in his abdomen builds and builds. He thrashes underneath San, fingernails digging into the intern’s thighs as he abuses his tender chest.
“You’re so fucking sensitive to my touch.” San mumbles.
“Is it because you haven't been fucked in a while? Hm, Secretary Park? So desperate to cum again… it’s kind of pathetic.” He says with a playful giggle, clenching around Seonghwa’s cock.
Seonghwa lets more tears fall, shaking his head back and forth in response to San’s sneer. “Don’t deny it, darling. You gonna cum? How embarrassing would that be, finishing b-before I can?” San presses, circling his hips and grinding himself down as roughly as possible. He’s panting, sweat running down his temple from doing all of the work, so close to cumming himself.
It’s Seonghwa who caves first, throwing his head back onto the hardwood desk and biting down on the tie aggressively. He fucks up into San multiple times, cum staining the inside of the intern’s stretched hole.
San tugs at his own cock, letting himself go as soon as he feels Seonghwa’s orgasm crash into him. He lets out a loud moan and milking the cum out of the secretary’s spent cock. A few minutes pass to calm themselves down and he has the mind to glance over at the door, biting his lip in satisfaction when he catches the intruder still there.
Hongjoong was a few miles away from the building when he realized he forgot his phone at his office. He made his way back, thinking both San and Seonghwa had gone home when he didn’t see them as he came in.
Imagine Hongjoong’s surprise when he hears loud whines and moans coming from his own office.
He walked quietly towards the doorway, placing a hand over his mouth when he caught sight of his secretary being corrupted by his new intern.
It’s like his eyes were glued to the scene, watching as San rode Seonghwa’s hard cock. Hongjoong had wanted to barge in and ask them what the hell they were doing but the longer he studied Seonghwa’s gorgeous face the more he realized just how affected he was getting.
Hongjoong couldn’t help but to palm at his growing erection, biting his lips as he watched pleasure envelope his secretary’s body.
When San had leaned down to lick and nip at Seonghwa’s nipples, causing the blonde to let out a loud cry, he couldn’t help the gasp that escaped him, quickly moving back into the shadows when San whipped his head around to face the door.
Thinking he was safe, Hongjoong peeked through the entrance once more. He discreetly shoved his hand into his own slacks, jacking himself off as he listened to San say filthy words about him walking in on them and using Seonghwa’s body.
God, did Hongjoong want to. He’s been thirsting over Seonghwa for years, waiting for a moment to finally make his move but it never came. He had a chance to now but it made him nervous. Seonghwa was already fucking another man in his office, at the end of this they could end up being a thing.
When Hongjoong finally cums into his pants, clenching his jaw to make no noise, he doesn’t expect San to speak for him.
The intern climbs off the desk, wiping his cum on his suit before pulling up his underwear and pants. San leans over Seonghwa, humming in amusement when the blonde continues to lay there in a dazed state. He decides to leave his sopping wet tie in Seonghwa's mouth, liking the way he looked unable to talk.
“Why don’t you come in and take care of your precious little secretary, Mr. Kim? I’m sure he’s been dying to see you again.” San comments. He leaves Seonghwa with cock still out, shivering, and confused on the desk as he walks out the room. He gives Hongjoong a knowing grin before walking down the hall and into the open elevator.
Hongjoong walks in slowly, a dark look spreading across his face as he creeps closer to Seonghwa who still has his eyes furrowed shut. He can’t help the rush of possessiveness he feels, lifting Seonghwa’s legs up and pulling him closer by the thighs.
A small whimper leaves Seonghwa’s mouth, eyes fluttering open and morphing into mortification when he sees his boss staring back at him. He tries to fruitlessly fix his mused up blonde hair, pushing up his tilted glasses. His face burns impossibly more hot at the disappointed stare Hongjoong was giving him from above.
“Secretary Park… what in the world am I going to do with you?”