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The case is wrapped up, the last of their food on the table is getting cold, so now they’re just sitting together and talking. There’s a lot to talk about; their team leader missed a whole year of missions after all. It will take more than an evening out to get him up to speed, especially since they’re mostly sharing shenanigans tonight.
“And then,” Nu-ri says, glancing at Seong-Jung with a smirk. “He tried to climb out of the window like he’s in an action movie…”
Ha-ri already knows what happened next. She tunes out their giggling and looks at Min-Joon. She can feel his gaze on her like a lingering touch; he hasn’t let her out of his sight since they got here. She noticed. Of course she did — too much of her work banks on arresting the attention of men — and she’s pretty sure he’s aware of that as well.
She’s still wearing that short skirt from earlier. Mrs. Oh wasn’t wrong when she said it was too cold; Ha-to can still feel goosebumps from earlier. She shudders despite herself, even though it’s comfortably warm in the restaurant, and Min-Joon looks at her with one curiously quirked eyebrow. He glances down and puts a hand on her knee under the table, just above the hem of the skirt, thumb slipping underneath. He rubs gently; a well-meant gesture, nothing else, not capable of actually warming her up if she was still freezing. Nevertheless she can feel the warmth of his hand on her skin and that succeeds in exorcizing the remembered chill, instantly makes her feel a little feverish.
When Min-Joon looks up this time, their eyes meet. His expression betrays the fact that he’s not unaffected either. Someone else might mistake the light blush covering his perfect cheekbones to alcohol, but Ha-ri knows him better by now. Min-Joon hardly touched the bottle of beer next to his plate and declined all offers for a glass of soju. He’s practically sober. He must have had other plans from the start.
Ha-ri smiles at him, slowly lowering her gaze to travel down his chest, to his crotch, and up again to look into his eyes. He squeezes her thigh in warning or promise, she’s not really sure, and proceeds to involve Nu-ri into an exceedingly boring conversation about VPN programs and web service providers. During the following five minutes he shifts in his chair at least twice. She tries not to look too obviously smug.
They settle back into the shared anecdotes and banter for Cha Hong Joo’s benefit; Ha-ri wouldn’t leave early on his first evening back with them, and if Min-Joon doesn’t share her priorities — which she doubts at this point — then at least he’s wise enough not to suggest otherwise.
His hand, however, stays right there on her thigh for the rest of the evening.
***
Later, in front of the door to Min-Joon’s apartment upstairs, after their goodbyes to the rest of the gang, he takes a minute to glare at her before he proceeds to put in the key code.
She tilts her head. “What?”
“We’re not going to make a habit of that,” he grumbles, being exactly zero percent clearer on the reason for his pouting. He jabs in the numbers with gusto, but that seems all he's willing to say on the subject.
Fine, if he refuses to be direct, she can feign to be oblivious. “Going out for food and drinks with everyone after a case? That’s already a habit.”
He snorts, wheeling around to her the exact moment the door springs open. “No,” he says, his voice a tiny bit whiny and frustrated. “Trying to get me hard while we’re out for food and drinks with everyone.”
So she wasn’t mistaken earlier. She’s not shameless enough that the thought doesn’t inspire some sympathy for his predicament, but it also makes her burgeon with pride to have such an effect on him — her aloof, secretive, guarded wannabe con man.
Ha-ri smirks and walks through the door ahead of him. “I did no such thing. Don’t blame me for your dirty thoughts.”
He follows and throws the door shut with a scandalized gasp. “If I would have had to get up from that table right then — “
She’s not in the mood for beating around the bush any further, so she grabs him, backs him up against the nearest wall mid-sentence and kisses him. He exhales in surprise but he responds, hungrily, arms coming up to hold onto her hips and lock her in place. She reaches between his legs, pressing the heel of her hand against his dick, already more than halfway hard again from just kissing. He moans. Ha-ri closes her eyes for a moment, trying to keep her composure, let him be the one who falls apart for her this time.
“You didn’t,” she says. “And I wouldn’t have let you. Because this — “ She presses a little harder, and his eyes are blown black with arousal when he looks at her. “This belongs to me, just the same as you claim the sight of my bare legs belongs to you.”
He lets his head fall back against the wall, swallows hard. His hips are circling upwards, just slightly, into the pressure she’s providing. “You’re no easy woman, Ha-ri-yah.”
He manages to make that sound like a compliment rather than a complaint, and the move puts the long, elegant line of his neck on full view. He is handsome, no matter how much she tried to deny that in the past, and now he’s hers. Ha-ri takes her hand away from his crotch, with the intention to unbutton his pants and put it down his briefs, feel him, jerk him off until he’s putty under her touch.
Instead, he seizes the moment to haul them around and back her up against the wall. One hand flat against it to cage her in, he uses the other to push up her skirt. He leans in to kiss her, deep and demanding. She’s too used to these games between them to really be surprised, and so she kisses him back, equally ravenous, giving as good as she he gets while he’s working a finger underneath the lower seam of her panties.
Ha-ri takes a sharp inhale, embracing him with one arm to maintain her balance. He’s not doing much yet, just lightly brushing his finger through her folds, but the anticipation alone sends goosebumps across her skin and makes her shiver. Any second now he’ll push her up against this wall and get inside her, fucking her slow and deep, making her risk losing her balance if she does anything but hold into him and meet his thrusts —
She doesn’t expect him to sink down to his knees in front of her to roll her panties down her legs, but there’s little time to dwell on confusion when he’s got two fingers inside her, twisting and scissoring just right. She shudders with the sudden intensity of her arousal, making her feel lightheaded. She’s dripping wet in no time at all, which makes it easier for him to push his fingers in deeper. In addition, he presses his thumb to her clit, and Ha-Ri moans. It’s almost too much, almost perfect, and she might come from this alone, before he ever sheds a single thread of fabric.
He doesn’t let her. Far too soon, he removes his fingers, making her whine at the loss. She’s about to punch his shoulder and demand he continues, explain to him how this isn’t a time for empty teasing, but he looks up at her from under his eye lashes, smiling, and the heat and sincerity in his gaze give her pause.
“I’ve been waiting to do this all day,” he says, hiking her left leg up over his shoulder. Her heart beats a little faster, and it’s not only because the position leaves her so fully exposed to his gaze.
He starts by kissing a line down her inner thigh. Ha-ri is so wet already from the fingering, a fact that is brought back to her attention by the conditioned air in his apartment, a little cold, feeling like a feather-light touch of its own. Min-Joon is still looking at her, like he’s drinking her in, fondness and pride, and she’s trembling from the expectation of what he’s undoubtedly about to do. There’s a certain rush to looking down at him like that, too, kneeling in front of her, kneeling for her. Maybe she should give that some thought another time. Right now it might push her too far.
The first sweep of his tongue on her, finally, makes her shiver all over again. He grips her right leg, the one she’s standing on, a little too tightly, but far be it from her to complain. It speaks to his desperation, his need, and seeing that is worth a few finger-shaped bruises.
On a whim, she reaches down to card her hand through his hair, and it earns her a high-pitched noise from him that’s not unlike a whine. He looks up, eyes hooded, face flushed, and whispers her name while carefully parting her labia to lick at what’s hidden behind them.
Ha-ri moans, blindly reaches for his shoulders and digs her fingers into the meat of them to avoid losing her balance; she smiles to herself, pleased to know she’s not the only one waking up tomorrow with marks that speak to what they did tonight. Min-Joon on the other hand, doesn’t even seem to notice, or must not mind if he does, because he stays on task. It’s quite messy, the way he’s eating her out, licking and sucking at her, pressing his tongue to her clit just long enough to get her maddingly close to orgasm before he withdraws, again and again. It sounds obscene, too, but she doesn’t have it in her to be embarrassed when it’s only the two of them. There’s no part of her he hasn’t seen and no noise he hasn’t heard when they’re together like this.
She could let go, right now, too, knowing he’ll catch her. She moans, still holding the back of his neck, leaving bruises alongside the scratch marks. Ha-Ri resists the urge to pull his hair as well; that’s something they should discuss first. She settles for carding her fingers through it, simply soothing in any other situation but right now it’s meant to add stimulation — another place of contact — in addition to the reassurance that he could also leave the reins to her whenever he likes.
Min-Joon looks up at her and winks, and pushes two fingers back inside her. It nearly makes her wail, breath stuttering, and this time he doesn’t let up when he presses his tongue to the little mount of her clit. She comes, struggling to stay upright while pleasure rolls through her, and even so he doesn’t let up until the very last moment, right on the razor’s edge between fun and overstimulation.
He’s breathing hard, looking up at her with a fond and self-satisfied expression. His hair is mused, his face flushed, his lips are shining with spit and something more. Ha-Ri wants to kiss him, taste herself on him, but he doesn’t relent when she tugs on his clothes. He rises to his feet, but it’s to pull her into his arms and hoist her up.
He carries her to the bed and she lets him arrange them to his liking, too sated to protest. Now it’s Min-Joon tugging at her clothes, although with a different indication; he clearly wants them off, not just out of the way. Ha-Ri relents, lifts her ass so he can peel her out of the skirt, sits back up so he can get rid of the rest for her. Once she’s naked, Min-Joon stands, and she rolls onto her side to watch him undress in turn. He’s a sight, a body made up of strength and elegance, carrying himself with a calculated intent so ingrained in him that he can’t even let go of it now. Her gaze drops lower when he pulls down his pants and underwear, to his groin and his erection. He’s fully hard from having eaten her out, wet with precome and glistening around the tip.
Min-Joon gives her a pleased, crooked smirk when she looks back at his face; he noticed her looking. He gives himself a quick stroke and moans, and she bites her lower lip to keep from moaning with him. His smile softens further in response.
“Can I?” he asks once he’s laid out beside her, naked and beautiful.
Still floating in the afterglow she isn’t sure what he’s asking exactly, for a start, but it doesn’t matter; she knows she’s in for another round, and the recent orgasm makes her unusually pliant. She nods.
He leans in for a brief kiss and Ha-Ri hears the creak of the bedside table being opened and shut, hears the ripping of a condom wrapper. She lies on her back and spreads her legs, giving him the incentive to settle between them right away, their hips lined up together. He wriggles a hand between their bodies to hold himself at the base, for the right angle, and pushes inside her.
Her body is still on the verge of overstimulation from what he did with his mouth, every nerve ending a live wire, so sensitive that the slow slide of his cock sends ripples of pleasure up her spine. He’s not even fully sheathed, hasn’t really started moving yet, and already she’s clawing at his back, wanting to feel him deeper.
Min-Joon leans down to kiss her once he’s buried in her to the hilt, and she uses the proximity of the position to wrap her arms about him, keep him from moving away. It limits the leverage for his thrusts, but she doubts he’s much less riled up than she is; they’ll both get off quickly, and she prefers to have him close like this. He indulges her, stays in place and kisses her while he fucks her with slow, shallow rolls of his hips. They still serve their purpose: Ha-ri is nearing another orgasm, and Min-Joon’s breathing also quickly changes into desperate panting between kisses, his movements becoming more measured. He’s trying to hold on, she knows, let her climax before he does, and she reaches down to touch her clit, get herself there a little faster; she already got hers once, now she wants to see him come. She underestimates how hot it is to feel him there, his cock inside her, to touch it where they’re joined.
His rhythm falters while he fucks her through her second orgasm, and immediately after, he leans in a little more so their foreheads are touching and goes still, moaning. She can’t feel him spill inside her due to the condom, but it’s unmistakable. She gently strokes his lower back, strong muscle tightly drawn under her touch, and whispers his name.
Min-Joon rolls off her, after. He turns to look at her, spent and sated, his expression as relaxed as she ever sees it. It makes fondness swell in her chest; he doesn’t trust many people, feels safe around even fewer of them, but he’s learning to let go of all that with her.
“Next time,” he says, his voice a little rough with exertion. “At least give me a heads up if you’re wearing something like that on a job, will you?”
Ha-ri smiles at him mischievously. “Maybe.”
He takes in a breath for additional complaints, but Ha-ri kisses him quiet before he has a chance to actually voice any of them.