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“Sir, the documents should be ready in a few moments. Would you like me to bring them up for you?”
“No need. I’ll handle it myself.”
Baekjin sighed, leaning back in his chair. After a second’s pause he peered down between his legs and patted the head choking on his cock.
“Keep going, would you, puppy?” He simpered in a sugary sweet whisper. “I have a stack of papers to sign by noon.” Exhaling, he pressed Hyeontak down further. His hand gripped Hyeontak’s short black hair as he pushed. A myriad of choking, gasping sounds arose from his mouth.
“Nnh, mmngh-!” Hyeontak’s desperate fingertips clawed into Baekjin’s fancy dress pants and poked his thighs. His nose buried into Baekjin’s groin, desperately trying to bring oxygen to his lungs. Baekjin tilted his head back contentedly as his eyes fluttered shut. But the mountain of documents wouldn’t leave his mind no matter how good Hyeontak’s head was; he clicked his tongue and opened his eyes again. He pulled Hyeontak off of his dick and grabbed his chin, forcing Hyeontak to look up at him. Teary eyes and drooling mouth; the sight that met him was tempting. Too tempting.
Hyeontak bit his lip and swallowed the sour hint of cum on the tip of his tongue with a barely hidden grimace.
Baekjin’s office, a sprawling and luxurious room that screamed wealth, was devoid of life save for his desk. In that sense, Hyeontak was his only life in that drab building. As CEO of a wildly successful business he should have had escorts fighting for a place on his arm. A nobody taekwondo fighter shouldn't have had any place in his circle and yet he felt compelled to grab Hyeontak around the throat like his hand was a collar.
His heart thrummed rapidly as he stroked Hyeontak’s soft hair. With a bated breath that was entirely unbecoming for a man of such high stature, his fingers crept down slowly- teasingly- to Hyeontak’s throat. They wrapped around the delicate skin of his neck and squeezed hard enough to bloom bright red. Hyeontak’s eye widened and he half heartedly tried to bring his hands up to Baekjin’s own. His upper lip curled in disgust, an emotion that struck Baekjin an oddity in his life of perfect and careful abeyance by his inferiors.
Not that Go Hyeontak was inferior to Na Baekjin.
Hyeontak was a good twenty years younger, sure, but that didn't stop Baekjin from worshipping the ground he walked on. From secretly viewing his matches to keeping watch on Hyeontak’s simple life, he found himself inserting himself in every aspect of Hyeontak.
“If you’re a good boy and keep still, perhaps I’ll fuck you agains that window over there,” Baekjin pointed lazily to the large, floor length window that overlooked Seoul’s bustling streets. He released his tight grip on Hyeontak’s throat; the other breathed out a shuddered gasp and massaged his bruising skin.
“Fucking hell…” Hyeontak muttered. Baekjin noted with some sense of twisted satisfaction the hoarse rasp in his normally smooth voice. He smiled.
“Do you think any of the ants down below will notice?” He whispered. Before Hyeontak could sputter out an embarrassed insult Baekjin pulled him up by the armpits up and onto his lap. “Shh, shh. Come on, pants off. It won't even be an hour, baby.”
“I-who said I’d do that for you?” Hyeontak laughed incredulously.
“You did? when you told me life was to boring to continue living and I told you I’d change your life,” Baekjin smoothed out the wrinkles in Hyeontak forehead with his lips.
“Fair point, but you’re still an asshole, Na Baekjin.”
Baekjin blinked curiously as his heart jumped of its own accord. Huh.
“Say my- call me by my name again, puppy.” He helped Hyeontak loosen his hole and lined his cock up to Hyeontak’s waiting rim.
As he slipped his cock inside with a quiet exhale, Hyeontak obeyed.
“Na Baekjin. Baekjin? Hah. Ah- you're a fucking freak, you know that?”
“You tell me every day; how could I not?” Baekjin maneuvered Hyeontak’s limp arms so they wrapped around his neck. Hyeontak’s warm breath ticked his ear. With a great display of willpower he forced his gaze to flick back over to his desk. One mound of papers there, and another to be picked up from the printing room. Later.
Focusing on Hyeontak’s solid and very real presence he picked up a pen and got to work. Every so often Hyeontak shifted, making Baekjin’s mask of calm slip. Just the tiniest amount. He pushed through with the knowledge he’d get Hyeontak all to himself in just a few hours’ time(Unless Hyeontak’s bum friend Park Humin showed up again. That brought an actual frown to Baekjin’s face).
Signature after signature, paragraph after endless paragraph, he mechanically shuffled through the stack of documents until Hyeontak groaned in annoyance.
“Hm? What’s wrong, Hyeontak?”
“Nothing- I’m just so bored, hyung.”
“Don't call me that,” Baekjin almost snapped his pen in half.
“Why not? Want me to call you daddy or something, then?” Hyuntak bit back. It wasn't in the slightest meant to turn Baekjin on and yet anything that might have prevented him from ravaging Hyeontak in that instant turned off in his brain.
Baekjin stood up and slammed Hyeontak against the floor-to-ceiling window- the one he'd promised to rail Hyeontak against just an hour ago. “Because I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back,” he gritted out. The look in Hyeontak’s eyes got wilder, just the way Baekjin liked it. As Go Hyeontak was already loose from their hour long pleasure session Baekjin found no issue in sticking his throbbing cock right back inside Hyeontak’s ass with an exalted groan.
“Oh, nngh-”
“Getting what you’ve been begging for and that’s all you've got to say? What about a thank you?”
“Go to- mmh- hell, Baekjin.” Hyeontak still wrapped his legs around Baekjin’s waist as his back dragged up and down the glassy surface with each thrust. Having lived two decades longer than Hyeontak, and because he wasn't a taekwondo expert, Baekjin didn't have quite as much stamina as he would have liked. It was an inevitable drawback that came with sitting at a desk for twelve hours each day, no matter how much gym time he allocated for himself.
Baekjin could already feel himself getting dangerously close. The hour Hyeontak had warmed his cock had made him so on edge that the slightest brush of a fingernail on his sensitive member probably would have made him cream on the spot.
As his eyes drifted to Hyeontak’s body he was overcome with the desire to leave his mark on a less visible place. The taekwondo dobok wouldn't cover the bruises on Hyeontak's throat, and Baekjin was a jealous man when it came to his possession. He pressed the imprints of his fingertips into Hyeontak's thighs, where they’d be hidden for his eyes only. He could feel the quivering muscles straining to prove themselves under his skin- it was a delicious hum that made Hyeontak all the more desirable.
“Fuck, hyung, daddy- haha- nngh…!” Even while getting wrecked on Baekjin’s cock Hyeontak couldn't help but gasp out a teasing moan. It drove Baekjin over the edge, taking him by surprise as he buried his tongue into Hyeontak’s panting, drooling mouth.
“Told you not to call me that, didn't I? I’ll have to fuck a baby into you to make you shut up, Go Hyeontak.” His voice trembled in sheer want.
“You’re too coward to do anything of the sort, Na Baekjin,” Hyeontak taunted. He was beginning to push back against Baekjin, making his ass slap against Baekjin’s clothed hips.
With a lovingly frustrated sigh Baekjin spilled inside. He drove his hips into Hyeontak so hard Hyeontak’s back slammed into the window, and so hard Hyeontak had to bite his lips bloody to prevent himself from meaning too loud(what a shame; Baekjin was rather fond of hearing his lover lose himself in Baekjin’s arms). As he spurted weakly Baekjin pressed his cold lips to Hyeontak’s jaw.
“Tell me I’m a coward again, and I’ll put another one in your ass, hm? Brat.”
Hyeontak paused to catch his breath, “Hah…” before his beautiful mouth opened.
“...Coward.”