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Everything came too easily.
The wins.
The champions.
The domination.
“We have a new one for you,” his assistant said, eyes bigger than he’d ever seen them.
Sure.
New?
Unlikely.
Sitting behind his desk, Felix adjusted his suit, nonchalance dripping from every pore. “Send them in.” He rolled the metal orbs around in his hand as he waited, not looking forward to being underwhelmed for the hundredth time this month.
His door opened but silence reigned and he refused to look up. Let the possible new recruit to KARMA Sports have their dramatic moment. But then, like a ripple in the air, something shifted, the oxygen in the room crackling like heat lightning.
Felix’s breath caught and he slowly looked to the side, the ends of his pale pink hair brushing his collar.
The man stood in the center of his office, still and beautiful like a statue sculpted by Michalengelo himself. Short green hair a statement, along with his black and white racing leathers. But it was his face, his perfect fucking face, that stalled Felix’s thoughts.
Clenching his jaw, he looked away as heat he’d long forgotten about crawled up his neck. “What’s your name?”
His normally low voice came out gritty and the beautiful man flinched.
Good.
Make him squirm.
His typical confidence building back up he smirked. “Cat got your tongue?”
“Hyunjin.”
Locking their gaze, Felix stood and casually walked around his desk. Fuck. The guy was taller than him, but he wasn’t about to let him revel in that for long.
“Hyunjin?”
“Yeah.” The green haired man tilted his head, chiseled jaw catching the waning light from the floor to ceiling windows. “And you’re Felix.”
First name basis, huh? Alright. He could play with that.
Muscles tensing involuntarily, he leaned against the edge of the desk and scanned the man - Hyunjin - from head to toe. “You think you have what it takes?”
The dark eyes glittered. “I know I do.”
Felix huffed out a laugh, gaze flicking to stare at the top of the skyscrapers that graced his view. “You’ve obviously proven yourself to this point, but… what about the final test?”
Hs blood thrummed in his veins. He had never done this, although he had definitely had the opportunity. But he NEEDED it this time. Needed HIM.
Hyunjin’s eyebrows knit together. “Final test?” His plush lips frowned. “I was told that I was done with that part of recruitment.”
Not answering, Felix walked over to the bar and poured two glasses, making a show of it. “Our most exceptional candidates have one other test to pass.” Turning around, he tongued the inside of his cheek as he held out the crystal glass. “It’ll put you above all of them.”
Hyunjin took a step forward, expression guarded, cautious. “Above all of them?”
“Yes.” Felix allowed the corner of his mouth to curl up. “I would bet money, which I have a lot of, that you are already above them - but this will… guarantee it.” Shamelessly, he raked his eyes down the other’s body - assuring that his intentions were known. When he brought his gaze back up, there was a slight flush on Hyunjin’s cheeks.
Taking the glass, the taller man gazed into the amber liquid for a moment as if looking for the right answer. “Can I have it in writing?”
Huh. Okay. He hadn’t expected that.
Smart ass.
“What exactly do you want in writing?” Taking a sip, he stepped a little too close to Hyunjin. Just enough that a normal person would feel uncomfortable, but… no. The other man held his ground.
Felix needed to know they were on the same page.
Then, shockingly, Hyunjin tilted his head and downed the entire glass in one go, throat bobbing. Licking his lips, he pulled the lower one in between his teeth for a split second before making direct eye contact. “I want to know exactly how it will put me above them.” He blinked. “How much more… top.”
FUCK.
Hell yeah.
He grinned.
“Not top yet,” Felix purred, downing his own glass and moving closer. “Enjoy the ride first. At this time you’re still at the…bottom. There’s some climbing to do.”
Placing his glass on the large desk, Hyunjin turned to scan the surface before his lips tugged into a small smile. Picking up a memo, he lazily grabbed Felix’s pen. “Write it down and sign it,” he stated, holding them out, eyes conveying how all in he actually was. Oh, this was going to be fun.
Taking the offered items, Felix moved right next to the unreal looking human, shoving all his nerves into a box. When did that happen?
Not for years. “What do you want it to say?”
The pen hovered over the paper.
The green haired man let out a slow breath. “Write this: No matter what happens between Hyunjin and Felix, neither Hyunjin or Felix’s career will be negatively affected.”
Oh.
Something hot coiled in his stomach.
“Date it and sign it.” Hyunjin continued, voice a little tight.
Pausing, Felix glanced at the other. “You sign it too.”
The beautiful man’s jaw ticked but then he stepped froward and as he took the pen from Felix’s hand, their fingers brushed and HOLY FUCK. He had to tense in order to not recoil from the literal spark.
Wasn’t that just fantasy dreck? Like some kind of Kdrama bullshit?
He’d unpack that later.
Fighting a smile, he watched as Hyunjin took a photo of the ‘contract.’ As if it would save him. It was hilarious but something deep inside him clenched. He wanted to make sure the contract was honored.
WHY?
He had the insane impulse to slap himself across the face. This was already getting out of hand.
“Now that we’ve taken care of that, want another drink?” He asked, walking backwards towards the bar as he slid his jacked off and tossed it… somewhere. He had so many like it, what did it matter?
He kept his eyes trained on the other.
Hyunjin visibly swallowed, hand clenching at his side. Was the athlete nervous? He didn’t act like he was? But… even the best actors could be seen through by the right person.
Pouring one for himself, Felix left the glass and closed the distance again. “Don’t be nervous now, Hyunjin,” he said, allowing his voice to fill the space. “It’s too late for that. You have your paper of protection after all.”
Running his long fingers through his buzz cut, Hyunjin glanced to the side before looking at his face. “I’m not nervous.”
They were close now.
“No?” Felix asked playfully, lifting his chin. “Not even a little?” He whispered, reaching up to curl a hand around the front of the gorgeous neck. He grinned as Hyunjin’s pupils instantly dilated.
“I…” Hyunjin swallowed and he could feel it against his hand. “I just… do I have to?”
It was like a bucket of ice water was dumped over his head.
Releasing his hand he put at least three feet of space between them.
DAMMIT.
“No,” he said as clearly as possible. “Contracts that mean nothing beside the point.”
The silence was thick so Felix turned his back and lifted his glass.
“It didn’t really mean anything?”
Huh?
“The paper we signed?” For the first time Hyunjin sounded innocent and it tore up something inside Felix.
Sighing, he faced the taller man and made eye contact. “My lawyers would burn through a random piece of paper like that in half a second.”
Hyunjin, who was now leaning against the desk, reached out and picked up his empty glass, turning it in his hands. “So, you were going to let me believe I had protected myself and then just ruin me?”
He was so tense.
“No.” Oh, he was telling the truth now?
“No?” The green haired man actually looked taken aback.
Shit. What was happening to him? He felt almost… off kilter.
“No,” he repeated, before picking up the decanter and taking the few steps to offer another pour. Hyunjin blinked and then held out his glass. Well, that was a kind of consent wasn't it? Like the kind that meant he’d be okay listening for a few more minutes? Obviously not for anything more - even though that was what Felix WANTED. “I’m not an asshole.”
“I was told you were.” Hyunjin took a small sip and then unzipped his jacket in one fluid motion. OH. He was not a strong soldier.
Underneath was a black, sheer shirt, which was… oh wait… right by the sculpted hips were…
FUCK.
It was a FUCKING bodysuit.
He stared at the crescent of bare skin, the hand by his side clenching involuntarily. He wanted - needed - to touch. His mouth went dry.
God DAMMIT.
He needed to have a word with his assistant. Send photos first, because he obviously had no self control. He needed time to prepare himself.
“You seemed… interested.” He heard himself say, turning away to put the decanter back down. “I guess there is a chance I’m an asshole, but I would never take advantage of someone. I always ask for permission.”
A hand, large and warm, descended on his shoulder and he froze.
The fuck?
Then the hand smoothed over his collar and up the side of his neck and he involuntarily tilted his head, providing more room. Shit. Why did that feel so good?
“Hyunjin” he managed to say, but it came out as a strangled whisper. THAT was embarrassing, but he had no time to focus on it when breath, hot and close, spoke right by his ear.
“I give you permission.”
He…
Felix’s skin prickled.
Twisting around, he gripped the leather jacket. “You… I have your permission?” He gazed into the other’s eyes. Then, slowly, Hyunjin nodded.
“Yes.”
They were mere inches apart, so he just leaned in.
Their lips clashed at first, as if they were both warring for dominance but then, as Felix started actually feeling and relaxing, he began to melt into it. Hyunjin tasted like a flavor he’d been unknowingly searching for.
There was a shift in the other man as well, which was especially obvious when strong arms wrapped around Felix’s waist tightly, pressing their bodies together.
Holt shit.
The kiss deepened and suddenly he was almost lightheaded. Ah, no. He needed to be in control.
Pulling away, he disengaged the arms and breathed deeply for a second, but then he glanced up. Hyunjin looked surprised and perhaps a little dejected.
Oh. No. He was far from done and that look made him feel… NO.
“Take your clothes off.” Felix smirked, although it felt disingenuous, as he began popping buttons on his dress shirt. His heart thudded oddly.
Dropping the garment to the floor, he undid his belt as he watched Hyunjin toss his leather jacket onto a chair, the body suit on full display. “Leave that on for now,” he gritted out, gesturing at the sheer fabric. “But take off everything else.”
Obviously listening, Hyunjin was soon only wearing the body suit, while Felix was still half dressed. He… he could barely look at the green haired man. He thought it was Michalengelo who had created him, but maybe it was the gods?
“Sit on the couch,’ he hissed, clenching his hands by his sides. He was about to combust.
Dropping to his knees, Felix gripped the muscled, bare thighs and parted them easily, maintaining eye contact. “Can… I ask you to stop, if I want you to?”
God DAMMIT.
He dropped his hands to his lap and closed his eyes. What was this? Three steps forward, three steps back? Jesus.
Okay. He needed to make it clear didn’t he?
Suddenly, he stood and grabbed his phone. Opening the camera, he turned on the camera and flipped the video. Looking into the screen, he angled it so he didn’t appear shirtless. “I, Lee Felix, CEO of KARMA Sports, gives Hyunjin…” wait. “Whats your full name?” He asked, looking towards the green haired man whose eyes were wide.
“Uh, Hwang. Hwang Hyunjin.”
Alright.
Turning back to the camera he continued. “I give Hwang Hyunjin permission to decide if he will let me suck him off and then let me fuck him. It’s up to him and it won’t affect his career.” Lowering the phone, he held it out to the stunned man on the couch. “Now, put in your number and send this to yourself. THAT is what will protect you. Not a random piece of paper. Although," he sighed, dropping to his knees once again. “AI might make it tricky pretty soon.”
After a moment, Hyunjin handed his phone back and Felix dropped it to the side so he could slide his hands right up to the edge of the body suit. The other man was wearing small, black underpants beneath the mesh and Felix could barely handle it.
Grazing his nails along the upper thighs and underneath the sheer fabric, he gripped the delicate undergarment and pulled it lower, allowing it to outline and put pressure on the very erect cock.
He wasn’t crazy after all.
The newest recruit was turned on.
Drifting a hand downward and in between he tapped on the snaps and Hyunjin jolted, head pressing back, perfect lips parted. Moving forward, Felix gave in and licked along the enticing inner thigh, reveling in the sharp gasp. Oh… He was going to destroy Hwang Hyunjin.