Cute. Seungju raised his hand and fiddled with Muyeon’s ear and earlobe as he thought. When he hooked his finger inside the ear and rubbed, the man’s jaw trembled slightly. Then sexual tension instantly covered over the cute thought.
Muyeon’s hand burrowed inside Seungju’s shirt. His lips rubbed against his cheek, then came down along his jawline to his neck. When Muyeon bit his nape, Seungju gasped and swallowed his breath. He blinked his eyes. As a result, Seungju took in the sight of the 12th floor conference room where they were sitting once more.
Muyeon’s hand groped Seungju’s stomach and chest. While covering and rubbing his chest covered in lean muscle with his palm, Muyeon lightly bit Seungju’s ear with his lips. Seungju let out a trembling sigh this time. His waist was chilly because of the clothes that had risen up to his chest. It was because Muyeon’s hand that had been wrapped around his body until a moment ago was now groping his chest.
Thanks to the cold air, Seungju came to his senses. He rolled his eyes while blinking. At the end of his gaze, the laptop that had gone into power saving mode caught his attention. Facing Muyeon who was seeking his lips again, Seungju tried to open his mouth. But Muyeon was faster than Seungju.
“You’re thinking about something else, aren’t you?”
“What? No? I mean.”
“I told you to only think about me.”
Well, that’s true, but.
Muyeon pinched his nipple with his thumb and index finger. Amidst being completely tense because of the cool conference room air, goosebumps rose at the unexpected stimulation. Seungju visibly flinched in surprise and trembled his shoulders. Whether the feeling of chills running to the top of his head was because of excitement or because of the anxiety and guilt he felt after becoming aware that this place was the company, there was no way to know.
In the midst of it, Muyeon lowered his head. Wet lips bit Seungju’s chest. Seungju reflexively twisted his waist. This time too, Seungju could feel Muyeon raising the corners of his mouth. Then he felt embarrassed to the point of humiliation. Heat rose and his ears became hot.
Whether knowing that heat or not, Muyeon was concentrating on biting and sucking his chest. With his other hand, he stroked his side, grabbed his back, then kneaded his chest. At the gestures clearly meant to raise arousal, Seungju eventually surrendered. So, he decided to acknowledge that the heat that felt like his face would burn up was self-loathing about getting excited despite being at the company.
“Wait, Muyeon…. Wait….”
“Why….”
“Just wait….”
Muyeon looked up with dissatisfaction. Just his eyebrows rising made his expression fierce. His eyes are big and his features are distinct, so his emotional expressions are effective. Seungju caught his thoughts that were trying to jump elsewhere to escape from reality again. He grasped Muyeon’s shoulders with both hands and said.
“Stop.”
“Why?”
“It’s the company.”
“There’s no one here though?”
“We don’t know that.”
“I locked the door too.”
“What? When?”
This time Muyeon smiles prettily.
“You don’t need to know that kind of thing, Seungju.”
“No? No? Even locking the door won’t do.”
Seungju didn’t accept Muyeon’s cuteness act. Muyeon returned to a dissatisfied expression. He grabbed and pulled Seungju’s wrist. Then he overlapped their hands and placed them in the middle of his crotch. Even beyond the pants and underwear, he could tell the firm outline.
Honestly speaking, the first thought that came to Seungju was, what am I supposed to do with this here, you bastard? But it takes two hands to clap. Seungju was also someone who should naturally share the responsibility.
And above all, he didn’t dislike it. When he confirmed the man’s honest desire, the inside of his mouth, beneath his tongue root, throbbed and his mouth watered. But he didn’t want to show it. Unable to do this or that, Seungju eventually made an expression like he was about to cry.
“It’s okay, right?”
Muyeon’s voice was subtle, but Seungju read something other than active intent there. A feeling like he was dying of amusement at this situation, a thought like he hoped Seungju would be in more trouble. Seungju squinted his eyes and stared at Muyeon.
Muyeon smiled brightly. Seungju looked at him quietly. After a standoff that was long if long and short if short, the one who surrendered was Muyeon. He wrinkled his nose and frowned as he said.
“You’re not going to send me to the bathroom, right?”
“I won’t.”
Muyeon left a short kiss as if pressing down on Seungju’s lips. As soon as Muyeon released his hand, Seungju lowered the shirt that had risen above his chest. The wet chest began to dry, but the feeling of the fabric touching it wasn’t very good. Sweeping back the hair that had been disheveled over his forehead, Seungju muttered like a sigh.
“At the company, really… I feel corrupted….”
Muyeon eventually burst into laughter. He laughed and shook his head. Seungju closed the laptop monitor that had reflected his exposed chest without omission earlier. As he gathered the mouse and external hard drive, he eventually turned on the laptop again and properly saved the files he’d been working on.
Muyeon, who had stopped laughing and was watching him from the side, opened his mouth.
“Where do you want to go?”
“Well. My place? …No, that won’t do.”
“Why not?”
Because I haven’t cleaned… Seungju only muttered in his heart. In case he’d be scolded for killing the mood again. Not knowing what Muyeon understood from Seungju’s silence, he smiled with only one corner of his mouth raised. Muyeon hugged Seungju’s waist from behind.
“If I say take me there even though you said no, am I being unreasonable?”
“Well, not necessarily, but.”
Though my place being a mess is unreasonable. At Seungju’s voice that became prim from hiding his thoughts, the sound of Muyeon’s laughter flowed in along his back. At the pleasant vibration that resonated through his body, Seungju tilted his head slightly to the side while putting the laptop in his bag. Anyway, whenever this man touched Seungju, there was something about the way he did it that made him soften.
Seungju hoped that was deep affection.
***
Sitting as if leaning against the hotel bed headboard, Seungju thought. Even so, about how far he should be treated softly.
Muyeon diligently teased and nagged Seungju while driving. Isn’t it too much to make him stop in the middle, when will you invite me to your house, what does calling it a corrupted feeling make me, and so on.
Around the time the words “acting up when you’re even younger” surged up in Seungju’s throat, who had momentarily forgotten their social relationship as superior and subordinate, Muyeon shut his mouth. Not particularly because he was reading Seungju’s mood, but because they’d arrived at their destination.
Standing in the lobby of a luxury hotel in Gangnam close to the company, Seungju decided to forgive Muyeon’s words. It was more than enough of a place to spend their first night. Muyeon’s words of complaining about not being taken to his house were just for teasing, and he’d brought quite an appropriate and good answer sheet for their first night.
Seungju was happy until he discovered that Muyeon had poured alcohol from the mini bar while he was washing. He was in such a good mood that he’d drunk two glasses of alcohol while looking out the window in the short time Muyeon was washing.
But Muyeon’s phone rang too often, too loudly to ignore with his thoroughly improved mood. Come to think of it, even when he was in the bathroom, he could hear him talking on the phone briefly outside. Was it something urgent? In the end, Seungju had no choice but to look at Muyeon’s phone.
Seungju’s thoughts about whether it was right or wrong to look at Muyeon’s phone were rather useless. Because with the locked phone screen, he couldn’t tell who the contact was from. He just pressed the volume button and turned the phone to silent.
Until he swept up Muyeon’s wet hair when he came out of the bathroom, kissed again, and lay down on the bed as if collapsing, Seungju had momentarily forgotten about Muyeon’s phone.
But why now, when the act had caught fire, was that thought coming back? Should he have just asked right away when he came out after washing earlier?
Seungju panted and grabbed Muyeon’s arm. While thinking that the touch gripping and kneading his chest, stomach, sides, and even buttocks was obsessive. And he rolled around in his head the idle thought that he didn’t know why, but it seemed like the thought about the contact Muyeon received and the thought about this touch were connected.
Muyeon moved one hand gripping his buttocks to the front. Seungju’s thoughts were cut off. Instead, he breathed heavily. A moan that his reason couldn’t catch automatically flowed from his mouth.
“Ah, hah… ah…. Haah….”
“Mmm….”
Seungju also extended his hand down to Muyeon. He’d thought so from when he touched it under his clothes earlier, but it had too much presence. Also, it made Seungju send away the thoughts that had been troubling him and preventing him from concentrating on the act since a while ago. Instead, he thought a new thought. It’s going to hurt, fuck.
Seungju’s thought was half right and half wrong.
It hurt, but it also felt that good. Above all, he couldn’t keep his wits about him. Instead of holding back his moans, Seungju was breathing heavily. Eventually, a sound that couldn’t be distinguished as breathing or moaning rose up his throat. It scattered faintly at Muyeon’s lips. Muyeon muttered.
“Tell me if it hurts.”
“…It doesn’t hurt….”
“Tell me if it feels good too.”
Seungju looked up at the man mounted on top of him. The eyes looking down at him, the arrogant tone, even the attitude of speaking as if bestowing mercy only after coming to a situation that no longer needed Seungju’s consent.
Yes, Baek Muyeon is truly arrogant beyond compare. Including countless moments Seungju didn’t notice, he must have always been like that. And though it was annoying, Seungju couldn’t deny that that arrogance really, really suited him well. Realizing that, an impulse inevitably arose.
