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In the bustling corridors of Jeon & Jeong, the relationship between San and Yeosang had become a subject of quiet speculation among the staff. Whispers and knowing glances were exchanged whenever the two were seen together, their interactions laced with a palpable tension that didn’t quite fit the mold of typical professional friendship.
San, known for his intense focus and unwavering dedication, often worked late into the night, his dark eyes sharp and unyielding. Yeosang, with his calm demeanor and methodical approach, seemed to be the perfect counterbalance to San’s fiery passion. They were an effective team, their combined skills producing stellar results on every case they handled together. Yet, there was something about their strange dynamic that set tongues wagging.
Colleagues couldn’t help but notice the lingering touches as San passed a document to Yeosang, the way their eyes would lock during meetings, or how San’s voice would soften ever so slightly when addressing Yeosang. It wasn’t just the professional respect and trust that seasoned colleagues developed over time; it was something more intimate, more charged.
“It’s like they’re in their own world when they’re together,” one paralegal named Yunho remarked to another named Jongho, both peeking over the top of their cubicles to watch San and Yeosang in the distance.
“I swear, sometimes it feels like they forget we’re all here,” Jongho replied, shaking his head with a bemused smile, “Have you seen the way San looks at him? It’s like he’s about to devour him.”
In the break room, the discussions were similar. “There’s definitely something going on between those two,” a junior associate named Seonghwa mused as he poured himself a cup of coffee. “Did you see how close they were standing this morning? San practically had Yeosang bent over the desk...”
“I think they’re just really good friends,” another employee, Hongjoong, chimed in, though his tone lacked conviction. “Or maybe they’re just very… tactile.”
Despite the gossip, no one could pinpoint any overt evidence of impropriety. San and Yeosang maintained an impeccable professional front, their interactions always just on the right side of appropriate. Yet, the undercurrent of their relationship, the barely concealed heat in their glances and the subtle intimacy of their touches, kept the rumor mill churning.
The mystery of San and Yeosang’s relationship became an office enigma, a puzzle that everyone tried to piece together from the fragments of stolen glances and fleeting touches. And as they worked side by side, seemingly oblivious to the speculation surrounding them, the true depth of their connection remained their well-guarded secret, hidden beneath the veneer of professionalism that the office demanded.
This morning"s gossip was running rampant, so it was a good thing that the two subjects were within the quiet confines of Jeon & Jeong’s glass-walled conference room, once again deeply engrossed in their work on the complex contract case. The table was covered with papers and legal texts, and the tension in the room was palpable, but not solely because of the case.
San stood behind Yeosang, leaning over him to point at a section of the document spread out on the table. As he did, his crotch pressed subtly against Yeosang’s ass. The contact was brief but undeniable, sending a shiver up Yeosang’s spine. They both tried to remain professional, but their little secret often added an extra layer of intensity to their interactions.
“Look at this clause here,” San said, his voice steady but laced with a hint of something deeper. “We need to make sure this language is airtight.”
Yeosang nodded, trying to focus on the text in front of him. “You’re right,” he replied, his tone measured. “We can’t afford any loopholes.”
The proximity between them was intoxicating, making it hard to concentrate, at least for Yeosang who got flustered quite easily. They had become experts at hiding their true relationship, maintaining a veneer of professionalism at work while stealing moments of intimacy when no one was watching.
San’s hand lingered on Yeosang’s shoulder a moment longer than necessary, fingers squeezing gently before he moved back slightly, creating a sliver of space between their bodies. Yeosang turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting San’s, and for a brief moment, the professional façade in San"s gaze slipped, revealing the desire through widening pupils momentarily.
“We should… adjust the wording here,” San continued, his voice a touch huskier, “Make it more definitive.”
Yeosang swallowed hard, nodding again. “I’ll make the changes,” he said, forcing himself to look back at the document. The warmth of San’s body still lingered against him.
Despite the intensity of their physical connection, they were careful to keep their relationship hidden from their colleagues. They knew that any hint of impropriety could jeopardize their careers. So, they maintained a delicate balance, navigating their professional duties while secretly longing for each other physically, at least they"d only admit they longed for each other physically, they"d agreed there"d be nothing emotional.
San leaned in closer to Yeosang, his breath warm against his ear as he murmured something about the contract. Yeosang’s heart raced at the proximity, his skin tingling where San’s body brushed against his own. There was an unspoken understanding between them, a silent acknowledgment of the desire that simmered just beneath the surface.
As they reviewed the documents, their fingers brushed against each other, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through both of them. It was a fleeting touch, innocent enough to pass unnoticed by anyone else, but enough to send shivers down their spines.
San’s voice took on a husky edge as he leaned even closer, his lips hovering dangerously close to Yeosang’s ear. The subtle scent of his cologne filled Yeosang’s senses, intoxicating him with its heady allure.
San"s cologne was a sophisticated blend of woody and citrus notes, with a hint of spice that added to his presence. As he moved through the room, a subtle trail of fragrance followed in his wake, leaving a lingering impression of masculinity and allure. Now as it assaulted Yeosang"s senses, the smaller man could hardly think straight.
The top notes of bergamot and grapefruit lent a fresh and invigorating quality to the scent, reminiscent of sun-drenched citrus groves. Beneath this initial brightness, the heart of the cologne revealed deeper layers of warmth and complexity. Notes of cedarwood and vetiver added depth and richness, evoking the earthy scent of a dense forest at dusk.
But it was the base notes that truly set San"s cologne apart. A subtle blend of leather and black pepper, it added a sensual edge, leaving an unforgettable impression that lingered long after he had left the room. Yeosang could remember that first morning he"d spent after a night with San, the way the scent of San"s cologne and sweat seemed embedded into his sheets after their first night together, long after San had straightened himself out and left Yeosang"s apartment.
And then, with a deliberate flick of his wrist, San knocked the pen off the table, the clatter of it hitting the floor echoing loudly in the otherwise quiet room. It was a calculated move, a pretext for what was to come next.
“Oops,” he muttered, staring at the pen on the conference room"s floor, “I’ll just grab another one from the supply closet. Be right back.”
Yeosang, a furrow forming on his brow, couldn’t quite fathom why San would need to fetch an entirely new pen just because one had fallen. Nevertheless, he nodded in agreement, attempting to refocus on the task at hand.
But before San could leave, he placed a gentle hand on Yeosang’s back, his touch sending a subtle shiver down Yeosang’s spine. Leaning in close, he whispered, “Actually, I might need your help in the supply closet.”
Yeosang’s confusion deepened at San’s unexpected request. His mind raced with possibilities, but none seemed to justify why San would require assistance in such a mundane task. Yet, the suggestive tone in San’s voice left little room for misinterpretation, and a flush spread across Yeosang’s cheeks as realization dawned.
“O-Okay,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. San smiled softly.
As they reached the closet, San paused, turning to face Yeosang with an intensity that sent a thrill through him. “I appreciate your help,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.
Yeosang swallowed hard, his gaze locked with San’s, the heat of their proximity igniting a fire deep within him. “Of course,” he replied, his voice barely a whisper.
With a silent agreement passing between them, San pushed open the door to the supply closet, the darkness within enveloping them in a cocoon of privacy. Once inside, he wasted no time, with a hungry fervor, he pushed Yeosang up against the door, his hands roaming eagerly over Yeosang’s body, tracing every curve and contour as if committing them to memory.
Yeosang gasped as he felt the hard surface of the door against his back, the sudden pressure sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through him. San’s touch was electrifying, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine as his hands explored with a fervent hunger.
San’s fingers danced over Yeosang’s skin. With each caress, each stroke, the heat, and heavy breaths between them intensified.
As his hands reached lower, San boldly groped at Yeosang’s ass, pulling him closer with a possessive grip. Yeosang’s breath caught in his throat at the sudden contact, his body responding instinctively to San’s touch.
Between hot, heavy kisses, San"s voice was a seductive rasp, dripping with desire, "You know," he murmured against Yeosang"s lips, his breath mingling with the elder"s, "-why I brought you here, don"t you?"
Yeosang"s response was a soft whimper, his body melting against San"s as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensation of being consumed by him. "Yes," he managed to gasp out between kisses, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.
With a predatory grin, San pressed closer, his lips trailing along Yeosang"s jawline before capturing his earlobe between his teeth. "Say it," he commanded, the authority in his voice sent electricity straight down to Yeosang"s cock.
Yeosang"s breath hitched, his fingers clutching at San"s shirt as he succumbed to the intoxicating allure of San"s dominance. "I"m here," he breathed out, his words punctuated by soft moans, "to help you."
San"s grip on Yeosang tightened possessively. "That"s right," he growled, his voice thick with desire, "You"re here to help me, in every way I desire."
Even as their lips locked once more in another messy kiss, San"s hand found the buckle of his belt, his fingers deftly undoing it with practiced ease. The sound of the buckle clicking open echoed softly in the confined space of the supply closet, a tantalizing promise of what was to come.
Despite the urgency of his actions, San"s voice remained steady, his words a whispered symphony of desire and dominance. "You have no idea," he murmured against Yeosang"s lips, his breath hot and heavy with need, "how much I"ve been craving you."
As his belt fell away, San"s hand slipped beneath the waistband of his pants, fingers trailing along the heated skin of his lower abdomen. With a low growl of satisfaction, he pushed his pants and underwear down just enough to free himself, his arousal evident in the way his cock stood straight.
San"s touch, possessive and commanding, guided Yeosang down to his knees with a gentle, but present force. Yeosang quickly settled onto his knees comfortably, staring at San"s cock that still intimidated no matter how many times he"d handled it. He brought his palms up, wetting them with his tongue to provide San with comfortable strokes.
San"s gaze softened as he watched Yeosang"s every move with tender adoration. With a gentle touch, he reached out with both hands, his fingertips brushing against the soft strands of Yeosang"s blonde hair back, tucking them away from his face.
There was a quiet reverence in San"s actions, a deep-seated affection that transcended the boundaries of their secret sexual affair. As Yeosang"s tongue glided over his palms, coating them with a slick sheen, San"s heart swelled with a mixture of desire and a tenderness he couldn"t admit, not yet at least.
The sight of Yeosang, so willing and eager to please him, only made San"s cock ache even more. With each stroke of Yeosang"s tongue on his palms, San"s touch grew more tender, his fingers lingering against the curve of Yeosang"s cheek with a gentle caress.
Yeosang"s palms, now wet with saliva, wrapped around San"s cock, his touch tentative yet eager to please. His fingers traced the contours of San"s shaft, exploring every ridge and vein with a delicate touch that sent waves of pleasure coursing through San"s body.
With each stroke, Yeosang"s movements became more confident, his grip tightening ever so slightly as he found a rhythm that elicited soft groans of pleasure from San"s lips. His strokes were slow and deliberate.
San"s breath hitched as he felt the steady pressure of Yeosang"s touch, his cock responding eagerly to the skilled ministrations of his coworker. "That"s it, Yeosang," he murmured, his voice thick with desire, "Just like that. You"re doing so well..."
The praise only spurred Yeosang on, his strokes becoming more purposeful as he sought to bring San to the brink of ecstasy. With each pass of his hand, he could feel the tension building within San"s body, the telltale signs of impending release growing stronger with each passing moment. Yeosang could recognize them anywhere
San"s grip on Yeosang"s hair tightened, his fingers tangling in the soft blonde strands as he surrendered himself completely to the pleasure coursing through him. "You"re amazing, Yeosang," he gasped out, his voice filled with awe and adoration, "So good, so perfect."
The words were like music to Yeosang"s ears, spurring him on as he continued to stroke San"s length with unwavering determination. His movements became more urgent, more desperate, as he sought to push San over the edge into an orgasm.
Yeosang"s lips parted eagerly as he leaned forward, his tongue flicking out to tease the swollen head of San"s cock before enveloping him in warmth. He took San into his mouth inch by inch, the length of him stretching the limits of Yeosang"s mouth as he fought to accommodate his size.
San"s breath caught in his throat as he felt the tight heat of Yeosang"s mouth surrounding him, the sensation sending bolts of pleasure shooting through his body, "That"s it, Yeosang," he murmured, his voice breathy, "Take me deeper. You can do it."
Yeosang"s eyes watered as he struggled to take more of San into his mouth, the size of him overwhelming as he choked and gagged around him. But with each gentle encouragement from San, he pushed himself further, determined to please his Sannie despite the discomfort.
San"s hands found their way to the back of Yeosang"s head, his fingers threading through his hair as he guided him through the motions. "You"re doing so well, Yeosang," he praised, his voice soothing amidst the overwhelming sensations, "Just relax and let it happen, relax your throat baby"
Despite the tightness in his throat and the burning in his lungs, Yeosang pressed on, his determination unwavering as he continued to take San deeper into his mouth. With each gag and choke, he pushed himself further, the desire to please San driving him forward even as tears welled in his eyes.
And then, with a final, desperate push, Yeosang took San"s entire length into his mouth, his nose brushing against San"s pubes and his lips brushing against the base of his cock as he swallowed him down.
San"s praise poured from his lips like molten honey, his voice thick with desire and adoration as he watched Yeosang take him completely, his cock disappearing into the warm, wet heat of his mouth, "That"s it, Yeosang," he groaned, his breath ragged with pleasure, "You"re doing so well. You"re so good for me."
Yeosang"s eyes watered as after he pulled back and began to bob his head forward again he struggled to accommodate San"s girth, his throat constricting around him as he fought to take him deeper. But with each encouraging word from San, he pushed himself further, determined to please no matter the cost.
San"s fingers tangled in Yeosang"s hair, his grip possessive and demanding as he guided him through the motions. With a roughness born of desperation, he snapped his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into Yeosang"s throat with each thrust.
The sensation was overwhelming, the tight heat of Yeosang"s mouth sending bolts of pleasure shooting through San"s body. With each movement, he grew more ravenous, more desperate for the release that only Yeosang could provide him.
"You"re mine, Yeosang," he growled, his voice thick with desire, "All mine. And you"re going to take everything I give you."
Yeosang moaned around him, the vibrations sending waves of ecstasy coursing through San"s body. With each thrust, he pushed himself closer to the edge, his need for release burning hotter with each passing second.
San"s movements grew more frantic, his desperation evident in the way he gripped Yeosang"s hair and thrust his hips forward with increasing force. With each brutal thrust, he drove himself deeper into Yeosang"s throat, his cock abusing the tender flesh of Yeosang"s throat as he chased the edge of ecstasy.
Yeosang gagged and choked around him, his throat constricting around San"s length as he struggled to accommodate his girth. Tears streamed down his cheeks, mingling with the saliva that coated his lips as he fought to keep up with San"s relentless pace.
But despite the discomfort, Yeosang"s determination never wavered. With each gag and choke, he pushed himself further.
San"s voice was a low, guttural growl, thick with desire and desperation as he approached the brink of release, "That"s it, Yeosang," he gasped out, his breath ragged with pleasure, "Take it all. Take everything I give you."
And then, with a final, desperate cry, San surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure, his body trembling with the force of his release.
As San reached the peak of his pleasure, Yeosang felt the first hot spurt of cum flood his mouth, the taste rich and intoxicating. It was a heady blend of salty, sour, and somehow still sweet, filling his senses and sending bolts of ecstasy shooting through his body.
Yeosang"s throat constricted around San"s pulsing length as he swallowed greedily, desperate to taste every drop of his Sannie"s essence. The sensation was overwhelming, the warmth spreading through him as if San"s hot cum burned his body with its heat as it entered.
Meanwhile, San"s hips twitched involuntarily, his body trembling with the force of his release. The sound he made was a guttural groan of pleasure, thick with desperation as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensation.
His grip on Yeosang"s hair tightened, his fingers digging into the soft strands with a possessive force. It was a primal gesture, a physical manifestation of his possessive feelings toward Yeosang in moments like this as he poured himself into Yeosang, body, and soul.
With the last shuddering wave of pleasure coursing through him, San pulled out, his cock slick and beginning to limp. Leaning against the door of the supply closet, he breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.
Tiredness weighed heavily on his limbs, his muscles trembling from the exertion of their passionate encounter. With trembling fingers, he tucked himself away, his movements slow and deliberate as he adjusted his clothing.
The air around them was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, and as he stood there staring down at Yeosang who was still kneeling on the floor, the both of them panting and spent, San couldn"t help but feel a surge of something more than gratitude for the man before him. He couldn"t pinpoint it just yet...
Still leaning back against the door San"s tired body sank to the floor, he spread his legs slightly, creating a space between them for Yeosang. He extended his arms, welcoming Yeosang"s tired body into his embrace, Yeosang crawled toward him obediently.
San"s arms wrapped around Yeosang, drawing him close, their bodies fitting together in a comforting embrace. "Come here," San murmured, "Let me hold you."
Yeosang melted into San"s embrace, his exhaustion evident in the way his body sagged against San"s chest. Tears welled in his eyes, a mix of emotions swirling within him as he sought solace in San"s comforting presence.
Gently, San brushed his thumb against the damp trails left by Yeosang"s tears, his touch tender and full of unspoken understanding. "Shh," he whispered, his voice a gentle reassurance. "It"s okay to let it out... That was a lot of work baby, and you did so well"
With a soft sigh, Yeosang nestled tiredly into San"s embrace, the warmth of their closeness providing a comforting respite from the exhaustion that weighed heavily on his body. San"s arms wrapped around him, offering a secure embrace that enveloped him in a cocoon of safety and solace.
They remained seated on the cold floor of the supply closet, their bodies pressed together in a tender embrace. The air around them was heavy with the lingering scent of their passion, but in that moment, it was as if nothing else mattered except the quiet intimacy they shared.
San held Yeosang close, his touch gentle and reassuring as they sat together in the dimly lit space. With each breath, they found solace in the simple act of being together, finding comfort in the warmth of each other"s presence.
Yeosang"s eyelids grew heavy with fatigue, his exhaustion catching up to him after the intensity of their encounter.
Gently, San brushed his fingers through Yeosang"s hair, his touch a soothing caress against the smaller man"s skin. "Does your throat hurt?" he asked softly, concern lacing his words.
Yeosang"s response was barely audible, a faint murmur against the fabric of San"s shirt. "A little," he admitted, his voice strained from their earlier exertions.
San"s heart twinged with guilt, "I"m sorry," he murmured, tightening his arms around Yeosang.
"It"s okay," Yeosang breathed, his voice barely above a whisper, the words a gentle reassurance that washed over San like a soothing wave. "It"s a good hurt."