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It wasn’t often that Taehyun found himself in a bar on a Sunday night. In fact, he was usually strict about that sort of thing. He didn’t deprive himself of simple pleasures such as a drink or two after work, but it was mostly, if not always, in the comfort of his own home with the company of his work files or a Microsoft spreadsheet in front of him. Nevertheless, he was at a familiar spot—a cozy hole-in-the-wall place called ‘Magic Island’—tucked into the corner with a small drink in his hands.

He wasn’t there on business, though he had a stack of files and a growing headache, nor was he there to catch up with his coworkers. He was alone. This in itself wasn’t anything shocking. His ring finger had recently become bare, and upon moving out of his ex-wife’s house, he moved into a smaller, lesser-loved apartment. By now he was used to being alone in every sense of the word. Married to his work, to his office desk chair, and to the numbers he crunched on the daily. It wasn’t fulfilling, but it filled his days with something to do other than mope about his loss and the fact his work was the very reason for it.

The bar played some generic pop song, drowning out the flatscreen TVs that were mounted to the walls above the busy bartender’s head. Taehyun didn’t listen to any of it. The whole place was dull. The music and the people—businessmen winding down after work, lonely singles eyeing each other from across the floor, people socializing within their group of friends—were as mind-numbing as the files in front of him.

It was the exact same every time he came. The same music, the same TV channels, the same rotation of people in and out. Familiar and boring, but comforting on a night like this where he wanted to wallow in his exhaustion and escape the suffocating silence of his apartment as he did his work. It wasn’t until someone new walked in that Taehyun perked up, a bit too obviously taking a double take.

Of course, how could he not? The man who walked in was different.

 He brought the winter cold inside with him, a chill following as he walked. He was tall and broad, yet he carried himself like he took up no room. With hair in his eyes and silver jewelry in his ears, he had an edge to him that was a complete contrast to the soft features of his face. A nose with various slopes that homed thick-framed glasses, pink plush lips, and soft eyes that darted around the bar before meeting Taehyun’s just for a moment.

Taehyun cursed and quickly looked away, aware that he was staring openly. He swirled his drink around before peeking up, only to find that the man was still looking. It was then that he noticed his outfit, which was nothing like the other people around them. He had a thick leather jacket and a neck adorned with moles and more silver jewelry that clattered around as he walked. His light-wash jeans were distressed, worn, and well-loved, decorated with silver studs down the seam. His boots had a bit of a heel to them, adding to his height and making it impossible for Taehyun not to stare.

The man smiled at him before turning to order a drink, and that’s when Taehyun snapped his eyes forward once again, breaking himself from the man’s spell. He wasn’t one to… ogle. The idea of what he might’ve looked like staring like a creep made his skin crawl. He was here for a drink. To check over his files and not think about how his life is nothing like he expected it to be.

But perhaps God was testing him. Perhaps he hadn’t suffered enough in this lifetime, because the man took his drink and made his way over to Taehyun’s tucked-away table. He giggled— giggled!— as he approached, tilting his head to the side and causing his wispy bangs to fall away. There, Taehyun could see the moles that dotted his face as well and knew that if he stayed here in his presence any longer, he’d be in trouble.

He hadn’t been attracted to anyone in a long time. Not since the divorce. Not even before the divorce. It felt dangerous, now. Unfamiliar and wrong as he remembered his empty apartment—The reason for his empty apartment. Perhaps he did deprive himself of simple pleasures such as feeling and attraction. Or perhaps this man was alluring in a strange way, with neon red flags lighting up a dull room such as this one that read: Trouble! because the man didn’t look like the sort that Taehyun would associate with at all. Edgy, sharp. Kiddish.

“I don’t do hookups,” he said sternly. A reminder to himself more than a rejection of the man.

The man looked humorously taken aback. “Oh! How presumptuous.” 

“I– I mean…” He cleared his throat. “Sorry. Can I help you?” 

He smiled sweetly. Pretty. “I… I don’t know anyone here. Mind if I sit?” 

Against Taehyun’s better judgment, he nodded.

“I just moved here a bit ago. I start my new job tomorrow,” he said with another giggle and crunched on the ice in his drink. He was bubbly, different from how Taehyun expected him to be. It was curious, almost surprising, but the man wore his joy so well that Taehyun couldn’t find himself to be too shocked. “I’m Kai, by the way.”

“Taehyun.” He downed the rest of his drink. “Are you here to just… find someone to talk to? Is that what you do?”

“Do people usually come to a place like this to find someone to talk to?” He smiled all teeth, straight and pearly white. He could probably leave a pretty mark with them if he were to bite him.

Taehyun hummed, looking away and getting his thoughts out of the gutter. “I already told you I don’t do hookups.”

Kai pouted, puffing his cheeks out. “I know. You said that already. It’s a shame though. You’re just my type.”

Taehyun resisted the urge to click his tongue. “Your forwardness is too much,” he said, a half-truth. He wasn’t turned off by it. It was quite the opposite. He was starting to sweat. “Why are you still bothering me?”

Kai leaned down over the table, resting his head against his arm as he blinked up at him with fluttering lashes. An evil action, Taehyun would say. He felt pinned down and frozen in his seat. Kai’s hand reached over, brushing against Taehyun’s sleeved arm. The small touch raised goosebumps on the back of his neck. “I just want to chat. You look interesting.”

To this, Taehyun’s eyebrows raised on their own. “ I look interesting?” He wordlessly addressed Kai’s whole getup: The long shaggy hair, the heeled boots, the silver studs, and the dangly jewelry. Compared to him, Taehyun was nothing more than the average man. 

“Of course! Mr. Businessman sitting here all alone with a drink and his work. Who comes to a bar to work?” Kai flicked at Taehyun’s files, blowing a soft raspberry at them like a child. “Besides. I like the whole tired businessman look. Loosen your tie a bit, that really gets me going.”

Taehyun stuttered. “Okay– That’s… I’m not trying to… do that.” 

Kai giggled again, toying with the sleeves of Taehyun’s button-up from across the table. Taehyun let him. “Was just kidding.” 

Taehyun sighed. “You’re a headache.” 

“That might be the small print letters you’re looking at. Where do you work?”

“An office.”

“I could’ve guessed that. But where?” 

“It’s not wise to give your personal information out to strangers.” 

Kai shot up, frowning as if Taehyun said something perplexing. “C’mon! We’re not strangers. We know each other's names now.” 

“Just because we know each other's names doesn’t mean we know each other. You could be a serial killer for all I know.”

“Why would I serial kill you?”

“You tell me.”

Kai hummed thoughtfully. “Well, you’re super cute, for one thing. You could probably fit in my pocket, and nobody would even notice I kidnapped you, Taehyunie.”

“Okay, this is weird territory. Don’t say that. And don’t call me that, I don’t know you.”

“Scaredy-cat? I don’t kidnap people.”

Taehyun hummed noncommittally. 

“So why are you here all mopey? You’re obviously not working, so don’t even try that.”

Taehyun stared, deadpan. “I’m not mopey. And even if I was, it’s none of your business.” 

“C’mon..! You said we’re strangers, so we’re never going to see each other again which cancels out all the danger. You can tell me anything and we’ll both forget about it by tomorrow.”

“You want to play therapist?”

“I’m bored. And you already said you’re not interested in fucking me so, why not? If I can’t satisfy my dick, I’ll try to satisfy my curiosity instead. Humor me.”

Taehyun felt his ears heat up at the choice of words. Bold and vulgar coming from such a sweet face. Kai seemed to be shocked by himself as well, his cheeks dusting pink but his confidence never faltering. But he supposed that he was right. And Kai was interesting. He wanted to figure him out, or at least stay in his orbit for a little while longer despite the red flags ringing in his head. “Fine.” 

“Yay!”

“I’m…” Taehyun waved his hands around vaguely, not entirely sure how to put the feeling in his chest into words. He came here to escape his apartment. Escape his own head, maybe. His past and his present. He felt heavy and exhausted but unwilling to stop for a moment and live without the weight of his workload. 

“Lonely?”

Taehyun’s face screwed up, a sour taste bubbling in his mouth. Alone, yes. But he wouldn’t use the word lonely. That didn’t quite fit right. Weren’t lonely people sad about being alone? Taehyun quite preferred it, actually. He had friends and didn’t fancy the idea of letting anyone else into his immediate circle. Taehyun wouldn’t say he was sad, just… empty. Going through the motions. Work, home, work, home. That’s what his life was, whether he was sad about that or not wasn’t clear to him. He wasn’t sure it was quite as simple as a single word like Lonely.

“I don’t think–”

Kai smiled sweetly, too sweet for the words he was about to say. “If you weren’t some type of lonely, you wouldn’t be entertaining a stranger like me right now. You want my company, don’t you? Someone’s company?”

And Taehyun supposed that was true, too. There was a reason he didn’t send Kai away, he just didn’t want to admit it to himself. Humiliation, maybe. Embarrassed by the fact he’d take anyone at the moment. Denial, sabotage. He didn’t think he should allow himself the pleasure of a night with him. The pleasure of a night with anyone, for that matter. Not when he destroyed most of his relationships before he could realize he was destroying them.

Kai rested his pretty head in his hand, leaning against the table. “I’m pretty good at reading people, but you wear your feelings on your sleeve. Well, in your eyes, actually. I can see it.”

Taehyun wasn’t sure what to say. He could barely process what was being said anyway. Something about the look Kai gave him was sultry, yet open, and honest. He found it difficult to look away, once again feeling frozen in his seat. His hand twitched to reach out, but Taehyun wouldn’t allow himself. It felt wrong. The indent in his skin from his old wedding ring had yet to fully fade away. A ghost of the past still hung heavy over him. 

The moment of silence between them lasted a beat too long before Kai sat up straight, seemingly giving up. They must’ve had the same idea because Taehyun stood up at the same time. 

“I have to go. It’s late and I have work tomorrow.” 

“Oh, alright. Well, it was nice talking to you, stranger. I hope you find something to fill the hole in your heart soon.” 

Taehyun nodded stiffly, unsure what the proper protocol was for saying goodbye to a stranger who read you like an open book. “Goodbye.”

He drove home in a rush, feeling the most keyed-up he’d ever felt. There was something about Kai—he didn’t even know the guy’s last name for Christ's sake—that infested his brain like a dirty parasite. Maybe it was his confidence, the flirty looks, and honesty about what he wanted from him. Maybe it was the genuineness of him as a person that got Taehyun worked up. How he looked him in the eyes as he tried to get him to open up. Maybe Taehyun was just lonely like he said, and clinging to any sort of human connection.

All he knew was that he didn’t even make it inside before he was unbuckling his belt. He sat in his car parked in his driveway and filled in the blanks of what could’ve happened that night. 

He’d follow Kai back to his place, pretending to be interested in the wall decor before Kai, ever so bold and knowing exactly what they both wanted, dragged him to his bedroom by his loosened tie. Or maybe Taheyun would’ve taken him back to his own apartment. He’d push his work files away without a second thought and bend Kai over the kitchen counter as soon as they kicked the front door closed.

Taehyun shivered at the thought, palming his dick through his jeans with a shaky hand. Kai’s face smushed into the marble surface, his glasses resting crooked on his face and barely hanging on as Taehyun swiped the long hair from his eyes. He groaned into the silence of his car, his legs feeling cramped as he shuttered.

He wondered how Kai would take it. Wondered if he’d cry pretty tears and moan loudly, unable to form proper words, or if he’d fuck himself back on Taehyun’s cock with a smile. Part of him wanted to fuck that boldness he saw back at the bar right out of him. He wanted to reduce him to the mess he made Taehyun feel. 

His heart hammered in his chest as he fumbled with the button of his jeans, pulling the elastic of his boxers down. He hissed as the winter cold seeped in from outside, cooling his overheating body. His head fell back against the car seat headrest, Kai’s lips flashing behind his eyes. Taehyun knew he’d look beautiful if he were to drag the head of his cock across them, glossing them up with his saliva and cum. 

He spit in his hand, a wet nasty sound that felt louder in the dark of the night, and wrapped his hand around his cock, imagining how Kai’s face would as he pushed past his lips. So pretty with his mouth full, barely able to swallow it down. Tears would well in his eyes as he choked on it, and Taehyun groaned at the thought of Kai gasping for air. He stroked himself fast, hard. He was sticky and wet, wetter than he’d ever been, and shuttering from the pleasure and the cold of his car. God , Kai’s mouth would warm him right up, and his tongue would be like a hug around him. 

His hips lifted from his seat as the muscles in his legs tightened. He’d never done this before. Not touch himself, he’d done that plenty of times. Maybe not in his car, and certainly not thinking about a stranger he’d only spoken to for a little under 45 minutes, but he’d never wanted this much before. He’d never felt a lust like this. Ugly and dirty. So desperate that he needed to get off in his car, still in his day clothes.

He wondered if it was too late to turn around and see if Kai was still at the bar. Wondered if Kai was still sitting at their table, alone, or if he found someone else willing to fuck him how he wanted. Fuck , Taehyun should’ve said yes. He should’ve given in and granted himself one small moment of happiness. Did he go home with someone else? If he turned around right now and made it to the bar in time, would he be able to take Kai away from whoever it was, or… would he be allowed to follow them home and watch?

He wondered if this was right. If he was allowed to want a connection so desperately after everything. After he’d ruined the longest relationship he’d ever had. He wondered if it was wrong of him to lust after a beautiful stranger he’d never see again. A stranger he’d rejected.

But Taehyun only had half the mind to worry about that. With Kai’s name on his tongue, tasting so sweet and so good and so right, he yearned. He swiped his free hand across his thighs, imagining it was Kai touching him instead, scrambling to hold onto anything as Taehyun fucked his mouth full. He’d take it so well. Taehyun just knew. His lips were perfect, made to be stretched out around him—

Taehyun came into his hand, spurts of cum making a mess of his shirt all the way up to his chest. He was barely able to catch the mess. He shuttered, breathless with his heart hammering. It was then that reality hit him and he cringed as he wiped his hand clean. 

Fuck. He was pathetic. 

✦✦✦

The following day, Taehyun arrived at work later than usual. Soobin had sent a message calling for an important meeting among the staff, and the seriousness of his message was a rare occurrence from their usually laidback manager. As the assistant manager, Taehyun presumed he should have some idea of what the meeting was about. Perhaps there may have been a discrepancy in the data he went over with Choi Yeonjun. Or maybe, their branch would finally catch a break.

As he tried to think of any faults of his that may have caused this, all that came up were memories of the night before. Completely irrelevant of course, but entirely distracting, humiliating, and embarrassing. It was the first thing on his mind as he woke up. Or rather—Kai was the first thing on his mind, likely as a result of the wet dream he had about him after washing up inside. Kai had somehow made a home in his head, waltzing around in there like he owned the place. A complete stranger. Taehyun felt utterly ridiculous.

That morning when he finally got into his car, he was hit with an overwhelming sense of shame as he remembered what he did the last time he sat in the seat. He knocked his head into the steering wheel once before pulling himself together. 

Soobin entered the room with a clap of his hands. “Alright, guys. Sorry to pull you all away from your work so early, but I have an announcement to make.” 

The room erupted in restless shuffles. “I hope it’s a raise,” someone behind him whispered. 

“I’d like to introduce a new member to our team. He’s here to help us out since I know our staff have had their hands full. He’s also a family friend of mine, so give him a warm welcome, okay?”

As Soobin ushered the newcomer into the meeting room, Taehyun jolted from the sheer shock of seeing his most recent fantasy walk into his workplace. It was the same man from the night before, and Taehyun couldn’t help but think he looked silly cosplaying as an office worker. 

There stood Kai, meek and innocent as he peered shyly around the room. His neck and ears were void of the silver jewelry from the night before, and his chic glasses were replaced with wide wireframes. His suit was far too big for his body, obviously thrifted or borrowed, and his hair was tamed to fall into wisps around his neck. He looked like a punk pretending to be someone he wasn’t. He looked completely out of place, and if Taehyun didn’t know any better, he’d think he just hallucinated the entire morning.

“This is Huening Kai, he’ll be joining our office. While I’m not around I expect Assistant Manager Kang to help him out if he has any questions.” With that, he gestured to Taehyun who stood wide-eyed and frozen. He couldn’t tell if this was some cruel joke or a blessing in disguise. Kai mirrored his look of shock and horror, equally as stunned to see him. “He wants to get the most work experience possible, isn’t that right, Kai?”

Kai jumped at the sudden question addressed to him. His voice trembled as he spoke. “Um- Right!” He then bowed at a complete 90-degree angle. “I’ll do my best!”

If Taehyun were a better person, he might’ve cursed himself from the night before for not trusting his gut and refusing to send Kai away from the start. He knew something was off. It might’ve been a sign from the universe, an angel above trying to protect his dignity, and less importantly, his job. But Taehyun was filthy. A disgusting perverted side of him wished he’d been selfish and indulgent the night before because now that he knew who Kai was, it was too late. It’d be wrong of him to pursue Kai now, and he’d feel even worse if he let his fantasies affect his performance at work and pervade the office with his out-of-control hormones.

The sensible—more in control—side of him knew he had made the right choice. But as he thought about it, would it have even made a difference? If he hadn’t let Kai take that seat? Would Taehyun have forgotten about him entirely, or would he have eyed him from across the bar and fantasized before Kai left with someone else? Would his brain still be the horned up muddled mess it was now?

It didn’t matter, really. Taehyun kept that disgusting perverted side of him locked up tight. Last night in his car was a slip-up. A blunder caused by the shock of feeling—wanting—so intensely for the first time in a long time. 

He decided Kai being in the office meant nothing. 

✦✦✦

Taehyun managed to keep it professional.

After being shown to his desk and given access to the computer, Kai floated around the office. With no other tasks at his desk, he was making copies for Beomgyu and learning his way around, fetching coffee for everyone who asked. He was still getting used to the layout of the building, so nobody berated him when he was slower than they would’ve liked. (Not to mention the fact that everyone in the office cooed over him, finding his bumbling around quite endearing.)

Taehyun didn’t ask him for much. He made sure to keep their interactions short. He asked him to bring him the papers he accidentally sent to the wrong printer, and accepted a cup of coffee from him when he accidentally brought one too many from the break room. He liked to think he was handling it well. He kept his tone formal and looked Kai in the eye, strict with himself so they didn’t stray to… other places. 

There was one thing that bothered him, however, rattling around in his head as he tried to work.

Kai was nothing like the Kai he met at the bar. This Kai was shy and meek. He trembled as Yeonjun spoke to him, and his bold tongue had been replaced by nothing but soft-spoken words and too many apologies when he’d yet to do anything wrong. He couldn’t look Taehyun in the eye, and his shoulders were hunched so tightly that Taehyun’s own body started to ache the longer he looked at him. It was a complete 180 that Taehyun couldn’t wrap his mind around. It was more distracting than it would’ve been if Kai had behaved like the flirty man he’d met the night before.

Even so, there was something curious about this version of Kai as well. Kai was a complete mystery. His dual personality was even more intriguing than the interesting one he had met first. If Taehyun thought he wanted to figure Kai out the night before, he was definitely hooked now. 

It was a bad habit of his. His hunger for knowledge and the need to pick people’s brains until he figured out what made them tick. He was a curious person and had far too many questions than he should have. His saving grace was his self-control and his ability to know when it was appropriate to ask such things. In this case, it was never. He couldn’t get close to Kai in the way he wanted. He wouldn’t allow it.

It wasn’t until their lunch break that Taehyun spoke to Kai again. Or rather, Kai spoke to him first. He inched up to his desk as if he were a small thing trying not to be seen, his own uneaten lunch in his hands. 

“Um? Manager Kang?” Taehyun couldn’t answer before Kai spoke again. “I just wanted to apologize for… for last night. At Magic Island? I had no idea who you were or that I’d be working under you. I’m so embarrassed, if I had known I wouldn’t have approached you at all. And the things I said– Oh, God, I’m so sorry, I just–”

“Hey, it’s alright,” he interrupted, fearing Kai might pass out with how red his face was becoming. “If anything, it’s my fault. I should’ve checked Soobin’s messages and paid more attention to new employees.”

 Taehyun wasn’t sure how much sense that made, seeing as Kai was the one who approached him first, but it seemed to ease Kai’s anxiety a bit regardless. 

“I would’ve nipped it in the bud before…” he trailed off before trying his best to smile. “Let’s just forget about it, okay?”

Kai’s blush somehow became more intense, creeping up to his ears. Taehyun tried not to think about how it made him feel. “Oh! Alright. Thank you so much and I’m so sorry, again!” 

When Kai scurried off, Taehyun waited until he left the room to drop his head in his hands. The sigh that resounded from his chest wasn’t deep enough to convey his feelings. 

“What was that about?” Beomgyu asked, eyes wide and mischievous. Nosy. 

“It was nothing,” he said shortly, pulling himself together and getting back to his lunch. As much as he tried to rid Kai from his thoughts, he couldn’t. He’d be lying if he said he wanted to forget about it.

“You’ve met Huening before?”

“It’s none of your business.” 

This, however, did nothing to deter Beomgyu from his prying. In fact, it just made him all the more interested. He laughed out an annoying Oh-ho! and wiggled his brows in a way that made Taehyun irritated beyond belief. “So, you two have definitely… y’know? Right? You can tell me, it’s fine–” 

What a headache. “Speculations like that are inappropriate, Choi. I could report you.”

“ Beomgyu,” he corrected, though Taehyun had made a note long ago to keep calling him by his surname solely for the fact that Beomgyu didn't like it. “You’re so serious all the time,” Beomgyu whined. “C’mon, we’re friends! I just wanna–”

A loud crash followed by a high-pitched shriek interrupted whatever nonsense Beomgyu was about to say, causing the both of them to jolt up from their seats.

“I’m so sorry!” 

It was Kai, of course. On his way back, he’d knocked over a filing cabinet, the drawers falling open with a metallic bang as papers spilled out, scattering across the floor. Panicked, he had stepped backward into Yeonjun’s vacant office chair, sending it into the corner and crashing into a potted plant. He stepped forward to avoid the chair as it ricocheted back toward him, only to trip over his pant leg, stumbling and flailing before finally catching his balance.

“Huening, are you alright?” Beomgyu snickered, covering his mouth, but failing to hide his amusement. 

“I’m so, so sorry!” Kai’s voice cracked as he hurriedly tried to pick up the papers, his movements jerky and frantic. As he fixed the filing cabinet right side up, he stood up from the ground far too quickly to notice Yeonjun rounding the corner with a coffee in hand. His back collided with Yeonjun’s front, causing him to spill the coffee between the two and dousing the strewn-about papers below them. “Oh my God!” 

As Taehyun stood there he realized something awful was happening inside him. Kai stood in a puddle of paper and coffee, red-faced and close to tears, and Taehyun was impossibly, ridiculously, attracted to him not despite this but because of this.

Kai was clumsy and shy, tripping over himself as if he’d yet to figure out how his long legs worked. At least he was this way in the office, and Taehyun had the urge to tease him until he cried. Until his cheeks were red and splotchy, and pin him down until he was falling lax in his grasp and begging for Taehyun to touch him where he needed. It was this uncontrollable urge that pushed him forward. 

“It’s alright,” he consoled, rubbing Kai’s back as he apologized to Yeonjun profusely. “Come on, Huening, let’s get you cleaned up.” 

“Please don’t fire me, I need this job,” Kai whined as Taehyun led him to the nearest bathroom. 

“I don’t have the jurisdiction to do that. Besides, everyone makes mistakes. I really meant it when I said it’s okay.” 

He pouted as Taehyun brought him to the bathroom sink, shrugging off his blazer. He obediently turned around so Taehyun could dab at his button-up shirt with paper towels, and it was such a mundane and ordinary action that Taehyun was humiliated by the fact it turned him on. Kai’s obedience, that is. His trust in him to help clean him up with no questions. 

Perhaps Taehyun was more depraved than he thought. Starved and desperate. 

“You’re lucky. The coffee didn’t seep through that much,” he said, making conversation just to talk and rid himself of the thought of bending Kai over the sink and fucking him until the tears he was holding back fell. 

It’d been so long since he was touched by another. So long since he touched someone else. He was going insane with his newfound attraction. It felt wrong, fantasizing about his coworker this way, especially in his presence, but Taehyun couldn’t find the will to stamp it out completely. It was innocent enough, he told himself, because he’d never act on it. As the assistant manager with Kai as his subordinate, he knew better than that.

Kai hummed sweetly. “Thank you for this, Manager Kang.”

“Just call me Taehyun.”

“You don’t like being called Manager Kang?” Kai tilted his head despite his back facing him. “ What about Mr. Kang? Should I call you that?”

Taehyun would be lying if he said he didn’t know what Kai was trying to do. It was that same tone of voice he used back at Magic Island. “I said call me Taehyun.”

Kai giggled as he turned to face him. It felt like a shot through the heart. “Yes, Sir,” he said, ghosting his fingertips up from Taehyun’s wrist to his chest. 

Taehyun remained silent, lest he say something inappropriate back. It wasn’t an honorific that did anything for him in particular. In fact, he found it to be quite cringeworthy in a sexual setting, but it was Kai’s voice that gave him chills. His feather-light touch and intent behind it. 

Kai’s hand traveled slowly and Taehyun let him touch as a small moment of self-indulgence. To feel Kai’s fingers on him, to see the look of want in his eyes so close in front of him. He could capture Kai’s lips at this distance, press into him with the desperation he’d been feeling since they met. He could finally get his hands on him, snake them down from his waist and grab his ass in his hands as he backed him up against the wall.

A small moment of self-indulgence was all he could afford, however, and he would do none of those things. Before Kai’s fingers could travel any higher, he caught his wrist firmly in his hand. Kai gasped a soft little sound, peering down at Taehyun in surprise. 

“We can’t,” was all he said before selfishly grabbing Kai by the hips and turning him back around. He’d savor the feeling of Kai in his hands, though it only lasted seconds. His grip had been tight, hoping he left a lasting impression on Kai just as he’d left one on him.

He finished helping Kai clean up in silence.

✦✦✦

Over the next few weeks, Kai took that as an invitation to tease Taehyun. 

It started small. Kai was having issues with his computer. His fumbling fingers had hit the wrong key, causing a slew of problems Taehyun had to hover over him and fix. Kai had batted his pretty eyes and looked up at Taehyun from his seat, whining out apologies with wet pouty lips. This was a common occurrence. Kai would have issues turning his computer on, connecting it to wifi, or even opening the correct spreadsheet. 

“I’m really sorry,” Kai frowned, all sweet and innocent. It was hard for Taehyun to keep his head on his shoulders when he did that. “I’m just really bad with this sort of stuff I guess. I’m glad my genius Manager Kang is here to help me.” Kai used his foot to inch up the leg of Taehyun’s slacks, exposing the skin of his calf and inappropriately caressing him with his platformed shoe (certainly not adhering to the office dress code). 

Taehyun stepped away, escaping his game of footsie and ignoring the way Kai’s shoulders drooped.

“I'm no good with the stuff either, but you have to make sure your computer is at least plugged into the wall,” he said flatly. It was like Kai was doing it on purpose. He was half sure that he was, but Taehyun didn’t want to be presumptuous. That was until Kai continued his little game. 

Taehyun found himself at Kai’s desk almost daily, helping him with the mundane task of starting his computer and such. Of course, each time Taehyun came by, Kai got just a little bit bolder. Just a little bit touchier. Just a little bit flirtier. He wasn’t laying it on thick by any means, and if Taehyun didn’t know any better, it would’ve gone right over his head. But Kai was intentional in the way he strung together his words, in the way he leaned over his desk and batted his eyes, in the way he unbuttoned his shirt, just a little bit only for Taehyun to notice.

 It was only when Taehyun was sure he wouldn’t be able to control himself anymore that he advised Kai to ask their IT team for help instead.

He thought that was the end of it. That maybe, disappointingly, Kai had given up. But that was not the case. It was as if Kai could read his mind as if he knew that Taehyun didn’t really want him to stop. As if he knew that he liked it. Craved it, almost. 

Taehyun had asked him to place an order for balloons as they were planning a Christmas party for the staff. He nodded his head with red cheeks and a sultry “Yes, Sir!” as if he himself was more affected by the honorific than Taehyun was supposed to be.

When Taehyun showed no outward reaction, Kai had moved on. There was silence from him for the next few days, returning to his shy professional manner. That was until he’d shocked Taehyun on a quiet day in the office by addressing him so casually that he almost jumped out of his seat. 

“Hi, Taehyunie! I printed that report for you!”

His head shot up from his computer, his eyes wide until he remembered that he did in fact tell Kai to call him Taehyun. He could feel Soobin’s eyes on him immediately, and it made the skin on the back of his neck heat up. “Alright– Alright, just set it down there.” 

Kai smiled with a tilt of his head before leaving, looking exceedingly proud of himself. Taehyun supposed that was all he wanted. Attention. A reaction of any sort, maybe. (Unbeknownst to Kai, he had Taehyun’s attention since the day they had met.)

It continued like this: 

Taehyun would give him a task and Kai would accept it with a giggle, dutifully yet bubbly and overjoyed that Taehyun was looking at him. He got them done quickly, which might’ve explained the clumsiness of the work. As a result, Taehyun would have to spend some time correcting it, and Kai would simply pout and act cute as an apology. He’d touch his arms, slip his fingers into his sleeves, and caress the skin of his wrist as if it were a precious thing. And Taehyun supposed it was. It was the only touch of skin they could get away with. A small gesture they both shivered at before Taehyun pulled away in the name of professionalism. 

He’d brought Taehyun a coffee every morning after “accidentally” ordering two in his haziness before work. ( “The coffee in the break room isn’t that good. I usually stop by the coffee shop around the street before work, but…”) He claimed it was only a coincidence that the second drink was Taehyun’s usual coffee order. He didn’t want it to go to waste and knew Taehyun really liked it. He must’ve gotten it from Beomgyu. It was after he accepted it the first time that Kai made a habit out of it.

It was strange, another thing about Kai that Taehyun couldn’t comprehend. His intentions. It was obvious that he was trying to seduce him and sate his own lustful desires. But some things about Kai had Taehyun second-guessing if his interest in him was purely physical. 

For example: 

After days of his coquettish behavior, one day on their lunch break Kai inched up to him, quiet and tense. He fidgeted with his hands in front of him and pressed his lips together into a worried line. He teetered on his feet, nervous and unsure.

Taehyun was so startled by the sudden change in behavior that he set his food down, turning to him with worried eyes. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

Kai shook his head. “I just wanted to ask… if you want to come eat lunch with me?”

“Oh.” And it was hesitance and embarrassment that surprised Taehyun. It was the most innocent action he’d done in weeks, and yet he was embarrassed by it. He’d been so bold in his teasing. Bold in his attempt at seduction. He’d been forward about his wants at Magic Island all those weeks ago, and yet he became fidgety and red-faced at the prospect of eating lunch with him. “Sure.”

And that's how their daily routine started. Kai would bring him coffee in the morning, and Taehyun would buy him lunch in return. They’d chat about this and that, making friendly conversation not dissimilar to their previous conversation at Magic Island. Playful and teasing, yet open and honest. Kai would caress his leg with his foot under the table, and Taehyun would allow them both this one thing. This one small action was enough to satisfy their wild desires. 

“You guys are friendly,” Soobin commented one day after Kai left the room, feigning disinterest. It was almost comical. Soobin might be the nosiest person Taehyun had ever met, always whispering about this or that. He had no doubt in his mind that he already had all sorts of ideas about him and Kai. “He calls you Taehyunie now too.”

The true problem lay in the fact that Kai and Taehyun had yet to do anything, but saying that out loud somehow felt like a lie. They were friendly if that’s what you wanted to call it. They were friends , never mind the fact that Taehyun went home every day and touched himself to the memory of Kai’s embarrassed face when he was called out for making yet another mistake. To the ghost of Kai’s light fingertips on his skin under the cuff of his shirt, to the thought of Kai’s eyes on him all day, obviously hungry and interested, yet too far to do anything about it. Never mind the fact that Taehyun dreamed of closing that distance too. Of swiping all of his work off his desk and bending Kai over right there where anyone could see them. 

It was entirely new territory to him. He’d not even felt this much lust for his wife while they were still together, nor before he married her. He felt juvenile. Like a teenager overcome by their hormones. Like someone starved of touch and attention for far too long.

 “We’re close in age so I guess he figured he could drop the honorifics. I’ll talk to him about it.”

“No, I was just curious. Kai is a family friend of mine, remember? We usually talk about things like… this.” 

Taehyun paused, turning to face him. His eyes darted all across his face, searching for something that would tell him that Soobin knew. “Like what?”

“If you two are in a relationship, you’ll have to report it to HR considering you are a manager here.” 

Taehyun felt frozen in place. “It’s nothing like that…”

“Then what is it like? Because we can all see the way you look at each other.”

And… Taehyun didn’t think he was losing his self-control at all. He tried his best to keep it professional in the office. He rarely reacted to Kai‘s teasing, and he didn’t entertain him any more than was appropriate. He kept his eyes from wandering too far, and their only “friendly” conversations were during their lunch breaks, the rest of their time together spent being ‘Manager Kang & Intern Kai.’

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

This too felt like another lie. Taehyun kept his eyes to himself more often than not, but when he allowed himself small glances they were heavy with a heat he was suddenly worried everyone else in the office felt too. Was he so obvious?

Every glance at him, every movement, felt louder than everyone else’s. The way he tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, the way he adjusted his glasses as he worked, the way his lips curved into a heart-shaped smile when he spoke to him—it all felt like an invitation, even though he knew he couldn’t accept it. It was innocent, and yet it stirred something deep within him. Something disgusting and raw and untamed.

He often caught himself staring before quickly looking away when Kai looked back. There was an energy between them that Taehyun had tried his best to ignore. It was constant now, an undercurrent to everything and polluting the office. He wasn’t sure how to handle it, let alone act on it, but the mere fact that it was there, undeniable, made him feel as though he was walking on a dangerous path, teetering between desire and professionalism.

He’d never had a problem with such a thing before. He easily kept work and pleasure separate, aware that sometimes he prioritized work over everything too often. Perhaps that was the problem. He was nearing his breaking point. He’d need to indulge at some point before he snapped.

Perhaps that’s why he couldn’t focus when Kai was around. Perhaps that’s why he felt so charged every day after work and why sometimes, more than he’d like to admit, he’d become so desperate to get off that it almost became routine to touch himself before he got out of the car and settled down inside.

Soobin blinked at him. “I think you do know.”

✦✦✦

The Christmas party was small. It was him and 15 other people, including Kai. 

Apparently, Kai had accidentally ordered too many balloons, so the room was full of them. Christmas lights decorated the office, garlands with bright lights draped from cubicles, and mini Christmas trees were in every corner. 

Beomgyu was in charge of the Christmas music, playing it a notch too loud as everyone mingled and conversed with one another with cookies and drinks in their hands. Seeing as it was a party, Taehyun allowed himself a few drinks, mindful that he’d be driving later.

What would be his undoing was the games. Simple and festive games turned to drinking games, per Beomgyu’s suggestion, and Taehyun was too wrapped up in the fun of it to think any better. 

Kai had been in the back of his mind the whole time, all too aware that he was close but not close enough. It wasn’t until his second round of winning a game of darts with a photo of Soobin’s face on the board that he noticed Kai staring. 

Kai’s gaze was intense, heavier than all the other ones that past month had been. Not for the first time, Taehyun felt pinned in place, trapped in his suffocating desire and unsure what to do with it. He felt a mix of excitement and anticipation as the moment stretched between them. The alcohol buzzed in his system, making him feel jittery and keyed up. 

He wasn’t sure what made him do it, but he dropped his game and made his way across the room to Kai who waited with a smile. 

“Hey,” Taehyun said, his skin prickling in Kai’s presence. 

“Hey, yourself. You’ve been drinking a lot?” Kai asked, nudging him with his elbow and the touch alone was enough to shoot a sharp feeling of excitement through his body. 

Taehyun knew his face was flushed. “No, not much actually.”

“Then should we go get some more?”He gave Taehyun a look , enticing and begging him to follow him to the corner of the room where the drinks were set up. 

Taehyun followed, his pulse beating in his ears, his hands trembling with the urge to reach out and touch. He had no excuse for his next action.

They were away from other people but Taehyun still spoke quietly. “You’ve been looking at me a lot tonight.” 

Kai smiled, his entire face lighting up. Taehyun supposed he’d fallen into his trap, giving Kai what he worked so hard for. Giving them both what they wanted for a while now. “Yeah? You’ve been looking back, though.”

“Yeah, I have. I really can’t help myself,” he admitted. He inched closer, looking up at Kai as they huddled themselves in the drink corner. He wanted to reach out and touch, maybe grab his hips and press their bodies together, but they were still around the others, and as much as Taehyun fantasized about it, he didn’t want them to see.

“I didn’t think you’d come to talk to me,” Kai murmured. “I know I’ve been… persistent.”

Taehyun laughed, a short breathy sound. “Persistent… Yeah, you could say that.”

Kai smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“But I didn’t mind. I don’t mind.” He smiled and Kai’s eyes traveled to his lips immediately, his head subconsciously leaning in as if he wanted to steal a kiss. “I’ve been waiting for you to try something tonight.”

“Waiting?” he said with a hint of challenge in his tone. “You want me to chase you?” Kai’s eyes lit up. “Or… You want me to beg? Is that it? Mr. Kang wants me to beg for him to touch me?”

Taehyun’s breaths came out in quick bursts, his heart beating like he’d just run a mile, and his fingers tingling with the spark of his desire.

“Why else would I let it go on for so long? I wanted you to get desperate.” Desperate like me , he left unsaid. He wanted to ruin him, bring him to tears, and give him everything he dreamed of. He wanted to make a mess of him to ensure Taehyun wasn’t alone in this tangle of feelings.

Kai looked around, making sure nobody was watching before leaning down and kissing Taehyun on the lips. It was short, barely a kiss, but enough to leave Taehyun chasing his lips after he pulled away. 

“I am. ” With that, Kai disappeared, slinking down the hallway away from the party and towards the copy room. 

Taehyun hesitated to follow for a moment. It would be the point of no return. But he supposed he already had one foot through the door, now knowing what Kai’s lips felt like against his. Expressing his want and desire to the man himself. He’s been too far gone since the beginning. Truly, he didn’t stand a chance. 

There was some unnamed force that drew him to Kai. He couldn’t ignore it, even if he wanted to. He easily slipped away from the party, following after Kai with antsy enthusiasm. He felt breathless already, weak in the knees, and aching to get his hands on him.

Kai was something of a dream. Beautiful in a way that was siren-like and alluring, almost dangerous. It was his innocent demeanor that hypnotized Taehyun. How he weaponized it and played dumb when others were around. How he acted so sweet that Taehyun wanted to sink his teeth into him to get a taste of it. How he could flip a switch and become a minx, bold and confident in his actions. Taehyun couldn’t keep up. He wanted to break him down and regain control. 

When he found Kai in the photocopy room, standing there with the most patience Taehyun had ever seen from him, he sighed a breath of relief.

“You came–”

Taehyun cut him off by surging forward, smashing their lips together. He held Kai’s face in his hands, his thumb rubbing soft against his cheekbones. He kissed like he wanted to consume him, breathe him in, and keep him locked in his rib cage for later. Without breaking the kiss, he spun them around and backed Kai up against the door so he could lock it from the inside.

Kai moaned into his mouth, his breath hot against his as Taehyun untucked Kai’s button-up and slid his hands underneath. Finally, finally , touching skin, Taehyun moaned as if he were the one being touched.

Kai was soft under his hands. Accepting and tolerant of all of Taehyun’s groping and caressing. He was warm, the soft plush of his belly contradicting the chill of Taehyun’s hands. Kai only shivered and squeaked once or twice, allowing Taehyun anything.

He was sweet, as Taehyun expected. He could taste the frosting of the cookie he must’ve had earlier as he sucked on his tongue and the champagne from their earlier toast. Saliva escaped from his lips, and Taehyun licked it up as he slid his knee between Kai’s legs. 

“Taehyunie–” Kai ground down into Taehyun’s thigh, shamelessly taking advantage of the position. He could feel him grow harder in his ripped jeans with every grind of his hips, his body trembling as Taehyun held him against the door with strong arms. He gasped and sighed, his head lolling to the side as Taehyun nipped at his jaw. 

Taehyun quickly loosened Kai’s tie, tossing it aside before he undid his buttons, sliding his shirt off his body with Kai’s help and tossing it to a nearby desk. Kai flushed a deep red, likely feeling more exposed in the office than he would’ve if they’d found themselves in Taehyun’s bed. He smiled, snaking his hands up from Kai’s hips to his chest and toying with his nipples. 

Kai jolted at the touch, his back straightening up as Taehyun pinched and pulled. “Ah– They’re– They’re sensitive,” he warned, simultaneously pushing his chest into Taehyun’s hands and trying to escape the sensation by sliding up the door and standing on his toes.

Taehyun looked up at him with attentive eyes before leaning down and circling his tongue around Kai’s nipple while he tweaked the other between his fingers. His nipples hardened at the stimulation, pink and attentive for him.

Kai panted as he threw his head back against the door, his hips shifting and bucking up into nothing. Taehyun wanted to take his time with him, but he knew he couldn’t. Not yet. If he had the time he’d take Kai apart right here against the door, toy with him until Kai was in tears, trembling with every light touch that wasn’t enough to get him off completely. 

But Taehyun didn’t have the time or patience to do that. He bit down into the muscle of Kai’s chest, causing him to yelp and jerk back with a whimper. 

“Can I fuck you, Kai?” he asked, soothing the bite with his tongue and placing kisses around it. Kai tasted like pleasure and joy. All sweetness and warmth. “Please? Right here? I’ll make it good for you.” 

Kai nodded quickly, his words caught in his throat. “Mhm.”

“I can? You’ll let me fuck you while everyone’s probably wondering where we disappeared off to? Right where they can hear us?”

“Yes– Yes, right here! I don’t care. Please…” 

And– Fuck. Taehyun wondered if anyone would come looking for them, or if they’d assume they’d just left the party early. Wondered if Kai would beg him to keep going if someone walked in, uncaring who saw. He almost dared to unlock the door.

“Alright, come here,” he ordered, pulling Kai away from the door and leading him to the photocopier. He followed obediently, a bit dazed but certainly eager. Taehyun kissed him once, unbuttoning Kai’s slacks before sliding them down to his ankles along with his boxers. “So pretty.”

Kai attempted to shrink into himself, soft and shy. 

“No, don’t do that,” Taehyun said, raising Kai‘s chin to look him in the eye. “I want to see you. You’re so pretty, I mean it.”

Kai nodded, standing up straight and Taehyun patted his head in praise. His bangs fell into his eyes, casting a shadow over his blushed cheeks, and Taehyun thought it was too bad that he hid behind his hair so often.

“Now bend over,” he ordered, gesturing to the photocopier behind him. 

Kai’s kiss-swollen lips parted as he stared back, stunned for a moment. “Huh?” 

He nipped at Kai’s shoulder. He was so warm, his blush traveling down to his bare chest. Taehyun nuzzled his lips against it. “You want me to fuck you, right? Bend over for me. Right here.”

Kai nodded, slowly turning around and draping himself over the photocopier until his ass stuck out, and his face rested on his hands under him. Kai was a perfect sight, his legs spread wide to accommodate the short height of the machine. His cock was squished into the side of the machine, hard and waiting to be taken care of. He swayed his hips, looking back over his shoulder at Taehyun as he waited patiently. 

Taehyun leaned down to place a kiss on his tailbone, his hands snaking to grip Kai’s thighs and push and pull at the soft flesh of them. He then pulled back, giving a hard smack to his ass and causing Kai to jump at the sudden strike. He was beautiful all splayed out like this for him. Taehyun could see goosebumps rise on his naked skin, chilled from their air conditioner above them. He ran his hands over them, feeling the texture underneath his fingertips before pulling his hand back to land another strike.

He brought his fingers around to breach Kai’s mouth. “Suck on them for me, Kai Honey.”

Kai did so happily, taking Taehyun’s fingers into his mouth and slicking them up with his saliva, twirling his tongue around and in between them. He seemed to become lost in it, the feeling of having something in his mouth. Taehyun smirked and pulled them away.

“Perfect, you’re so perfect.”

With that he spat in his own hand, adding to the wetness of his fingers, and spread Kai apart with his other hand. Kai whined quietly as Taehyun pushed one finger inside, slow and steady.

Taehyun’s eyes lit up. “Did you touch yourself before coming here, Kai?” 

Kai squirmed, his glasses shifting on his face as he pressed his cheek into the back of his hand. “Yes,” he said confidently. “Was thinking about how you’d look tonight. Was hoping tonight would be the night you take me home and fuck me how I wanted.”

“Yeah?” He pumped his finger in and out. “Do you think about me while you touch yourself a lot?” he asked, almost desperately and a little too loud for the atmosphere they’d created together.

Kai panted out quick breaths in tandem with Taehyun’s finger. “I… Um…”

“Because I do. I think about you every time. You drive me crazy.” He added another finger. “I thought about this too. Having you bent over in the office for me. You’re so sweet, Kai. Letting me do this to you here.” He scissored his fingers apart before squeezing in another. “Like a dream.”

Kai’s legs trembled as Taehyun fucked him with his fingers. He sighed a breathy sound as Taehyun spread his fingers apart, stretching him open to take him. When Taehyun pulled his fingers back, Kai chased them with his hips, leaning back and seeking more of his touch. When Taehyun pressed in deep, Kai jerked forward with a squeak. 

Watching his fingers disappear inside of Kai was a sight he’d only dreamed up. The same hand he’d used to get him off to the thought of him for weeks, the same hand he’d imagined taking Kai apart piece by piece. Taehyun moaned at the thought of fucking his cum-soiled fingers into Kai’s hole, using Kai’s body to clean his mess off his hands.

“Does it feel good, Kai?” he asked, pistoning his fingers sharply. “Look at you. You’re leaking all over the place.”

Kai’s cock, still trapped between his body and the side of the photocopier, dribbled spurts of pre-cum onto his thigh. It dripped down, slicking the inside of his legs.

“Feels good,” Kai whispered, fucking back into Taehyun’s fingers as if he couldn’t get enough. He circled his hips, slow and shaky. “Good. It’s good.”

“You shouldn’t make a mess though.”

Kai cried out when Taehyun removed his fingers, clenching around nothing as he swayed his hips from side to side.

“Don’t worry,” Taehyun soothed, sliding his hand across Kai’s ass, squeezing as he reached the peak of the curve. His hips twitched, a silent plea for Taehyun to do anything. “I’ll give it to you soon, I promise.”

Taehyun then got on his knees and spit into Kai’s hole, watching it leak out and drip down his balls. Kai shuttered, his legs almost giving out before Taehyun held him in place. 

“Ah! That’s…”

Taehyun smiled, though he knew Kai couldn’t see him, and took each of his cheeks into his hands. Spreading him apart, Taehyun blew out soft breaths onto him. “Does that feel good, Kai?”

He squirmed, wriggling in his hold. “More! Please. Please, Sir.” 

And that was that. Kai’s voice, pleading and pitching up a few octaves, was like hypnosis over Taehyun. He knew he wouldn’t be able to deny him of anything, so Taehyun dived in, circling Kai’s hole with the point of his tongue before sticking it inside. Kai shouted out before gasping loudly, and Taehyun couldn’t help but note the fact that he was more reactive than he had been in his daydreams.

Taehyun ate him out like he was an oasis in a desert, moaning into him as he kneaded the flesh of Kai’s cheeks. He alternated between fucking his tongue in and out and sucking a pulsing rhythm. He ran his hands all over, hungry to touch every inch of Kai’s skin. 

He dragged a hand down to wrap around Kai’s cock, just holding as he hummed against him. Kai cried out a quiet sob, his breathing growing quick and erratic.

“Taehyunie! Taehyun, please. Please, please, please. I want you to fuck me. Please, I can’t–”

Taehyun’s mouth came off him with a pop. “You’re perfect, Kai. I’ll give it to you. You want me to fuck you, yeah? You want my cock?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, please!”

As he rose to his feet he spit in his hand and slicked up his shaft, stroking himself slowly. He’d been hard since he had Kai up against the door, and leaking since he got his mouth on him, aching for any sort of stimulation. To feel Kai wrapped around him, warm like he belonged there. 

Taehyun lined himself up and sank deep into Kai all at once. He groaned, low and quiet in his chest.

“T-Taehyunie–”

“I’ve got you,” he said quickly, caressing the sides of Kai’s hips and splaying his hands across his lower back in a comforting gesture. 

Kai moaned loudly, open-mouthed and shameless as Taehyun waited for him to adjust to the intrusion. He trembled so delicately, like a leaf in the wind as he tried to catch his breath. 

“Good,” Kai said shakily, and Taehyun pressed him down into the machine causing Kai’s chest to press all sorts of buttons. It turned on with a whirl, vibrating underneath him. “Taehyun–”

“It’s fine,” he said, pulling his hips back until his tip caught on Kai’s rim only to snap forward. Kai jolted, twitching in his hands. “Why don’t we play with it?” 

“What?” 

Ignoring his question, Taehyun fucked into him quickly. He sighed shakily, his hips easily finding a rhythm. “I’ve been dreaming about this. Not just this, but taking you home. Having you anywhere you’d let me.” 

“F-Fuck!” 

Kai’s grunts and moans filled the room as he drove into him with no mercy. The sound of their skin slapping was vulgar, heightening Taehyun’s arousal and causing him to tremble. “God, I’ve wanted you since we met.”

Kai gasped, his glasses slipping down his nose with every thrust. He looked back over his shoulder, his jaw slack and drooling. “R-Really?”

“Of course, of course.” A particularly hard thrust caused Kai’s hand to slip, pressing one of the buttons underneath him. “Do you know how beautiful you are? Look at you, how could I not want you all to myself?”

Kai moaned as the photocopier worked underneath him, capturing his chest and his cheek that was squished into the glass. It creaked with the force of Kai’s body being drilled into it. “Taehyunie, Taehyunie it’s…!” 

Taehyun leaned down, draping himself over Kai’s wide back. “Perfect,” he said with a kiss to the shell of his ear. “Now I can show everyone how I had you. Bent over and taking my dick like you were made for it.” 

The photo printed, falling into a stack of paper and Taehyun smiled as he got an idea. 

He twisted Kai’s arms behind his back to get a grip on him, dragging him up higher onto the machine. “Let’s get your pretty cock in the photo too.”

Kai whined as he let Taehyun have his way with him, taking another scan with the machine. His cock dribbled onto the glass, squished between his body. 

“Do you want to show these off to everyone out there? Go back and show them what we did in here?”

Kai cried out little Ah Ah Ah’s as Taehyun fucked him, his body lax underneath him. He hadn’t been able to form full sentences since Taehyun got his hands on him, and Taehyun’s chest swelled with pride. His formerly bold attitude was long gone, replaced with the sweet Kai that took what he was given greedily. 

His hole swallowed him up, hugging him like he was made to fit him inside. A smile graced his lips as Taehyun touched him, his hips twitching with the urge to fuck back into him but his body not having the energy. 

“Taehyunie, I want to cum,” Kai cried out. “Please, please.”

“Get on your elbows,” he ordered, helping Kai sit up so that he was leaning against the machine rather than lying on it. “I’ll get you right, Kai Honey.” 

He reached a hand down to jerk Kai off fast, matching the pace of his thrusts. Kai leaked like a fountain and slicked up his hand, shuttering at the overwhelming pleasure. 

Taehyun didn’t stop when Kai came with a shout, spurting ropes of cum against the side of the photocopier. His voice pitched into a high whine, cracking as tears fell over and dripped onto his crooked glasses. 

“Ah, fuck. Should I cum inside you? Should I cum on your back and make a bigger mess of you?” 

Kai shook so terribly that the machine under him creaked. “Mouth. Want you in my mouth.”

Taehyun decided he’d never deprive Kai of anything again. Decided that he’d simply have to indulge in his every fantasy, allowing him to touch and take and receive any time he wants. It was the least he could do for someone so perfect, someone so beautiful and deserving.

He walked around to the other side of the photocopier and fed his dick into Kai’s waiting mouth. He was warm, wet, and soft. His tongue felt like heaven on the underside of his cock, sliding up and down the prominent vein there. His hips stuttered with the effort of holding back. 

“Can I fuck your mouth? Can you take it?”

Kai hummed a sound of agreement, moaning when Taehyun buried himself in his mouth until he took him whole. Then, he pulled back and snapped his hips forward, fucking Kai’s throat with the sole intention of getting off.

Kai took him beautifully, with tears flowing down his face and his jaw open and relaxed. He gagged wetly, looking up at Taehyun with shiny eyes full of determination. It didn’t take Taehyun long to finish with the sight in front of him, his upper body curling over Kai’s head as he came into his mouth. 

When he pulled out, Kai tried to chase him, a string of cum and saliva binding them before breaking and falling onto his chin. Then Kai swallowed, licking his lips before opening his mouth to show Taehyun his accomplishment. 

“Fuck,” Taehyun said, punched out and breathless. He wiped the mess from Kai’s mouth with his thumb. “You’re perfect. Let’s get you clean, okay? Can you get up?”

Kai nodded, standing up as Taehyun helped him sit on top of the photocopier. He grabbed a few nearby tissues and cleaned up Kai’s legs first so he could get his pants back on, then helped him clean up the mess of cum on his stomach. He wiped Kai’s tears and cleaned off his glasses, tenderly setting them back on the high bridge of his nose. He found Kai’s shirt and tie, and helped him back into them before straightening Kai’s tie himself. 

When he was satisfied with how Kai looked, he kissed him deeply, swiping his tongue across his lips.

“Hey, Taehyunie?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you going to keep playing hard to get when we get back to work?”

Taehyun hummed, pretending to think. “Depends. It had a very good outcome for me this time around.”

Kai swatted at him with a playful pout, the same pout that had Taehyun weak. “Hey, I’m serious!”

Taehyun sobered up, looking Kai in the eye. “I like you, Kai. You’re weird, but that’s interesting to me.”

“Thank you, I think. How about a date, then?”

Taehyun smiled, leaning in close in an almost kiss. “Sure,” he said against his lips. “How about we get back to the party first, though?”

“Sure.” A moment of silence. “Do you think anybody heard us?”

“Yeah, probably. But I’ll deal with the consequences of that later.”