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For a supposedly ordinary and average Tuesday, something in the air felt very off to Jisoo.
First thing in the morning, Jeonghan clocks in to work holding multiple mysterious medium sized boxes, avoiding Jisoo at all costs. When the latter had said 'I can help you with those', he was cut off with a 'Nope! I'm good' which was very strange for Jeonghan, someone who would never miss the chance to not exert physical energy.
Jeonghan had then subsequently shoved all the boxes into the storage room at the back of the store, seemingly not wanting to talk about the contents of them. And like a good friend (maybe a bad coworker) Jisoo decided not to press on, trusting that it was just some extremely freaky limited edition dildo.
Another odd thing about that—it's rare for Jeonghan to arrive at the shop later than usual. Pretty much everyday for the past few years since Jeonghan had the shop, he's always the first one there to open. Though he might seem lazy, he's still disciplined, which Jisoo respects. So it's weird that he comes thirty minutes after Jisoo without any explanation. But since Jisoo is a good and understanding friend, he let's it slide again.
Only an hour later, the bells to the shop ring and in steps Seokmin, usually accompanied by his same-age buddies, alone and Jisoo swears he thought the kid had class on Tuesday afternoon. Seokmin has coffee in his hands from Junhui's cafe two buildings down the street, handing them to Jisoo and Jeonghan with a smile. Bless his heart.
Jeonghan was seemingly dead by the way he slumped against the counter, but perked up immediately after a rejuvinating sip of his coffee, patting Seokmin on the head in gratitude. Jisoo is immensely thankful too—although he feels a little bad about taking advantage of a broke college student buying coffee for him so often. Then again, Junhui's probably giving it to him on the house.
"So," Jeonghan starts, eyeing Seokmin while taking another sip of coffee. "How's it going with your little fuckbuddy?"
Seokmin's eyes go wide, and Jisoo winces a little from a few meters away, while sweeping the floors. "How do you know, hyung?"
"Oh, you know," Jeonghan waves a hand dismissively in the air. "Word gets around. Nothing to worry about." He's not wrong, because supposedly the only other person who knows is Jisoo.
"Ah," Seokmin blinks. Jisoo gives a silent thanks for Seokmin's naivety, because he doesn't seem to piece together that Jisoo was the one who told Jeonghan. "Well it's...going all right I guess. It's been less awkward but..." He hesitates.
"But...?" Jeonghan prompts, giving him a pointed look.
"...But I think I like him." Seokmin ends up spilling, unsurprisingly, the words continiously falling out his mouth. "Like, I don't want to just fuck him and watch a movie after, I want to take him out to dinner and call him my boyfriend, you know? What am I supposed to do, hyung?"
The last question is aimed at both Jisoo and Jeonghan, who stare and Seokmin blankly for a second before turning to look at each other, because what the fuck.
"Well that escalated rather hastily," Jisoo purses his lips. He just gave Seokmin advice not more than a week ago, and now Seokmin's confessing his love for this guy. Jisoo would be lying if he said he was surprised. "How long have you known this person?"
"Years," Seokmin flushes, now of all times. "You...you two know him. Pretty well, too."
"Oh?" Jeonghan cocks his head to the side, because it's almost like everytime Seokmin speaks a new revelation is bestowed upon them. "I think this story should be further investigated then, because there seems to be quite a bit to unravel."
Seokmin bites his lip before breaking into a wide smile, fingers twiddling the hems of his sweater. "Ah, I'll tell hyung next time, I'm in a bit of a rush right now! I just came to pick up—" He clears his throat, voice softening yet dropping an octave, and almost comedically leans in. "—the stuff."
Jeonghan tilts his head in slight confusion, then a lightbulb clicks in his head a few seconds later when he leaps from his chair with an Ah! and scurries to the back room to retrieve whatever stuff Seokmin has mumbled about. Jisoo squints at Seokmin, who responds with a sheepish grin, and ultimately decides to bite his tongue before questioning the odd behavior of his friends. 'Tis the season to mind his business, anyway.
After a few minutes, Jeonghan emerges from the storage area with a pink plastic bag tied with a cute ribbon (one might assume it's from a children's toy shop, yet find the contents inside to be a very different type of toy) and hands it over to Seokmin with a little mischievous wink. Typical Jeonghan behavior, but he adds on,
"I hope this goes to use well with that friend of yours," He gives Seokmin a squeeze on the shoulder, similar as a gossiping auntie, the younger practically going red.
"Oh my god hyung," Seokmin groans in embarrassment, and recieves a pat on the back from Jeonghan who shows no sympathy. "You can't just say stuff like that!"
"Ah, no need to be embarrassed about buying stuff from here," Jeonghan clicks his tongue and goes back to his spot behind the counter. "You're supporting a small business. Very ethical."
Seokmin pouts, before pushing open the doors of the shop. "Oh shush, I'm not embarrassed to buy from here, I'm just—you know what, I should get going! Bye Shua hyung, bye Jeonghannie hyung!" He gives a cheerful wave and practically books it out the shop in attempt to escape Jeonghan's suffocating wrath.
Despite all previous attempts to keep to himself, Jisoo has to admit he's curious. He's abandoned his floor sweeping duty in tow for giving Jeonghan a pointed look he knows the other man picks up. Jeonghan doesn't give a flying fuck of course, just mirrors the same look with a hint of mockery that Jisoo would definetly throw the broom in his hands at him for, but composes himself to refrain from scaring any passing customers.
"You've been so sneaky today," Jisoo scrunches his nose, putting an emphasis on the sneaky. "Care to tell me why?"
"Whatever do you mean, Joshuji?" Jeonghan responds, his face plastered with innocence. When no other reply comes, he turns back to face his laptop and taps away.
Maybe he's just being weird, Jisoo thinks while wiping down a shelf. It's really none of his business whatever Seokmin purchased, he doesn't actually need to know what was in those boxes earlier or why Jeonghan was late and didn't need help, so maybe Jisoo is the weird one for overanalyzing the behavior of his surroundings. Still, he can't help but feel a weird itch in the back of his mind.
Business goes by as usual. A few girls come in to buy matching friendship vibrators (which Jisoo decides not to ask any further questions on) and fawn over how gorgeous both Jisoo and Jeonghan are for a hot minute. A nervous new couple who've never purchased anything sex related beside condoms spend a good few hours deciding on a fitting sex toy, requiring all-time assistance from Jisoo. They end up leaving the store empty handed, but Jeonghan gives them a free bottle of durian flavored lube for shits and giggles (and a cry to come back to buy what they held off).
A good chunk into the day and Wonwoo and Soonyoung waltz into the shop unannounced, although it was more like Soonyoung prancing in with his permanent shit-eating grin and Wonwoo trailing five steps behind him.
"What brings you guys here? Aren't you working?" Jisoo questions, because he's well aware Wonwoo is currently doing an internship at some extensive game development company and Soonyoung has a whole ass job as a teacher at a dance studio.
"I finished my afternoon classes, and the next classes I teach are in the evening for teenagers, but it's exam season, so it's temporarily cancelled. If I were them I would've skipped my after school studying." Soonyoung shrugs, recieving an affectionate cheek pat from Jeonghan.
"I thought you knew I work online?" Wonwoo starts touching random stuff on the shelves like a child at the store when their mom isn't looking. "So I can just do my work whenever, as long as it gets completed by the end of the day."
"Gee, sounds nice. Couldn't be me." Jisoo chews on Jeonghan's leftover salad, the first time he's properly consumed something this day besides his long gone coffee. "You guys didn't answer what brings you here though."
"Do you want to get rid of us that badly?" Soonyoung teases, arm slung around Jeonghan's shoulder and practically leaning his entire body weight on the poor guy who's posture is already shit from sitting on a stool everyday. "We can't just stop by to say hello to our dear friends?"
Jisoo bites back a snarky remark because he's sonice, but in all honesty he thoroughly enjoys whenever his friends visit him during a workday, it lifts up his spirits, especially when everything has gone to shit.
"Fine."
"I love you too, Shua hyung," Soonyoung blows a kiss, to which Jisoo catches in the air, and debates for a hot second on what to do next, but ultimately ends up pretending to eat it, making Soonyoung gasp dramatically, clawing at Wonwoo's shirt as he falls to his knees, Jisoo silently evil laughing at his demise. Wonwoo looks down to where Soonyoung mimes a sob on the ground, then pushes his thick rimmed glasses up his nosebridge before letting a smile slip past his lips. Wonwoo turns a stoic expression back on like a switch, pretending that he wasn't just slightly amused by his boyfriend's theatrics. Jeonghan however, is still hunched over his computer, no interest in the performance in front of him whatsoever, which is fair enough.
Wonwoo stalks over to Jeonghan, leans over the desk counter and they exchange hushed whispers. Jisoo raises an eyebrow, but at this point, he's given up. Too many weird things going on today.
The current situation feels like something you'd read in a 2014 Wattpad fanfiction. In this case, Jisoo is y/n and Jeonghan is Niall Horan or something. To be honest, none of them are exactly sure how it happened, which sounds very cliché, indeed. One thing lead to another and—you get the gist.
"Oh," Jisoo blinks. His back is against the wall, Jeonghan's face barely a centimeter away from him. "Kiss me?"
"Of course, babe." Jeonghan smiles into a kiss, letting his lips find solace in Jisoo's. They both inwardly cringe at the pet name, but no need to ruin the moment. Jeonghan leans in—Jisoo's head tipping the slightest bit back and softly hitting the wall behind him.
He lets his hands find Jeonghan's waist, a relatively easy task despite how thin it is. Jeonghan's hands, on the other hand, are planted on Jisoo's shoulders, the force that's keeping him back, but he falls so easily into. Jisoo lets his tongue graze some part of Jeonghan's lip, not letting it dip in too much. Jisoo remembers from a game of truth or dare last year that Jeonghan had truthfully said too much tongue was a turn off for him, and with that memory, Jisoo uses that like a bookmark for what would work best and what wouldn't.
Maybe playing silly little games meant for teenagers should be normalized for adults.
"You're warm." Is all Jisoo has to say in between kisses, as Jeonghan let's out an involuntary sigh of pleasure. Jisoo's hands feel cold against Jeonghan's burning skin, a fire against ice. He leans more into the touch, attracted to the dichotomy.
"I'm actually cold-blooded reptile." Jeonghan randomly throws in.
"Ah, I always knew you were a true lizard." Jisoo can feel Jeonghan grabbing fistfuls of his shirt.
"I'd like to think I'm something sexier. Like a snake."
"Hm."
"Speaking of," Jeonghan peels off of Jisoo, which the latter can't help but frown a bit at. "I've got something, to uh, test. If you're looking for more to...this."
"Yeah. yeah. I'm down." Jisoo nods, just as Jeonghan dashes to the storage closer to get whatever he's planning. He emerges from the room not more than thirty seconds later.
"How do you feel about this?" Jeonghan holds up a small contraption which Jisoo can only make out to be an elaborate cock ring.
"Sure," Jisoo nods eagerly, honestly fine with anything at the moment. "...what is it?"
"A cock ring." Jeonghan states the obvious. "But it also vibrates. It's original purpose is for someone to put it on their dick, of course, then when they thrust it stimulates the other persons clit."
"I see." Jisoo has seen many cock rings like this before, the shape of this particular one just seems a little different which threw him off at first. "I hate to break it to you though...neither one of us has a pussy."
"I thought you were smarter than that Joshuji," Jeonghan clicks his tongue and Jisoo can't help but roll his eyes. "I hope you've noticed that the design of this is different, which means it can be multipurposed and is very versatile, not just for couples with a penis and vagina. It's meant for any type of penetrative sex." Jeonghan doesn't elaborate on that point. "The main idea is, I have two, one for me, one for you, you're welcome."
"I see." Jisoo says again, because he definetly does see, the two cock rings dangling gingerly in Jeonghan's hands. He looks back up at Jeonghan, who's gentle gaze feels so intense. "So, who's getting fucked today?"
"Your call." Jeonghan shrugs, eyeing Jisoo's neck and diving in to bite on it. Jisoo yelps, even though it doesn't hurt. He returns his hands onto Jeonghan's waist, where he finds them to be most comfortable.
"In that case, you can fuck me." Jisoo mumbles sheepishly, half hoping Jeonghan doesn't hear and half hoping he does, so they can get on with in already. His erection building up is already tenting his pants, a low feeling in his gut already asking for more.
Jeonghan responds with his typical mischievous grin, safisfied with Jisoo's answer. "I don't think I've ever fucked you before, Joshuji. It would be a pleasure." The older man's hand grazes down to Jisoo's pants, palming through the thick layers. Jisoo ruts ever so slightly against it, seeking more friction, and more in general.
"Fuck, Hannie, can we just get on with it?" Jisoo asks, with this probably being the only time he's ever shown an ounce of impatience in his whole entire twenty something year life. "Fair disclaimer, I'm not prepped at all yet. I took a shower this morning so it's clean and all, but..."
"Ah, Joshuji has a tight little asshole, hm?" Jeonghan teases, practically cackling at his own words.
"Shut up oh my God. You are so fucking weird." Jisoo lets a giggle slip as well, but not before he gives the other man a good smack on the arm. He has to pretend like he didn't blush. "But yeah. So if you'd like to fuck me, you need to get me ready first."
"Of course." Jeonghan's eyes start to become heavy lidded, as he licks his spit stained lips. "Mind if I eat you out while I do so?"
"God, yes please." Jisoo says a little too quickly. He stammers a bit. "Only if you want to, though. Since when have you liked eating ass? You always complained about it being too messy and gross."
"I feel like it." He can feel Jeonghan's wide grin as he kisses down Jisoo's neck, taking focus to his prominent Adam's apple and jutted collarbone. Jeonghan's hand slips into Jisoo's pants, getting closer to Jisoo's rising dick. "You're getting hard already?"
"What, you want me to go limp at the thought of you?" Jisoo playfully scowls, He slides his pants down quickly, and turns so he's facing out to the rest of the store, elbows on the counter like he's waiting for a customer. "We got to be quick, in case someone comes in, so hurry."
"Why the rush?" Jeonghan gives a pouty frown. "I'll take my time with you, Joshuji." He kneels down to the ground, so his face is level with Jisoo's ass.
"If you so please." Jisoo knows he can't really win with Jeonghan. Plus, Jeonghan isn't stupid, so Jisoo trusts his word. Not to mention Jisoo can already feel his hot breath against his ass, which sounds weird (and it is) but gives him a boost of adrenaline.
With that, Jeonghan wastes no time and dives straight in, licking Jisoo's rim. He pushes is tongue in, pulsing it in and out slowly but steadily. It already has Jisoo mindlessly trying to grip the counter, and he tries to keep his face from contorting. It's difficult, though, especially with the slurping sounds that Jeonghan keeps making whenever he sucks.
"Shit—" Jisoo gasps, then moves his gaze over to the door where the bells just rang, and widens his eyes when he realizes someone actually walked in. And it's Jihoon, for God's sake. Jisoo completely forgot he was going to drop off food from his main job at Mingyu's family restaurant because he left there early today. "—h-hey Jihoon."
Jihoon raises an eyebrow, clearing noticing the redness and glow that covers Jisoo's face, as well as the wrinkled shirt that Jeonghan had held onto earlier. "Hey? Where's Jeonghan?"
Jeonghan has to fight the urge to say 'here!' from his spot behind the counter, face still in Jisoo's ass. Jisoo forgets to answer for a moment, so Jeonghan delves his tongue a little further into his rim.
"Ah, he's in the bathroom." Jisoo bullshits. Jihoon still has a look of mild concern on his face as he walks over with the takeout bag in his hand, Jisoo has to stop him before he gets any closer. "Um, just leave the food right next to the door! Thank you!"
This only makes Jihoon more suspicious. "You don't want me to put it on the counter table? Just on the floor here?"
At this moment Jeonghan sucks particularly hard on Jisoo's rim, and brings his hand up to slowly pump Jisoo's dick. This results in Jisoo exclaiming "Yes!" a little too enthusiasticly.
"O-kay." Jihoon sighs. "You doing alright?"
Fuck, why can't he just leave? Jisoo loves Jihoon to death but right now he just wants to moan and cry and he can't have his other coworker questioning him while he's trying to get fucked. "I'm fine, great! Soooo great."
"Hm." Is all Jihoon responds with, not quite convinced. He (finally) shuffles his way out the door. "Bye."
"See you Saturday!" Jisoo squeaks out, managing a silly wave. He feels bad, at first. Then, he feels even worse when a wet, lubed up finger slowly enters his ass. And after a good few seconds, he feels great, the finger prodding its way along Jisoo's walls.
And, because that previous situation where they just got walked in on was awkward, Jisoo does what he always does and strikes uo conversation. "So. What kind of lube did you use?"
"You sound like you're working when you ask stuff like that." is what Jeonghan responds with instead. He slows down his ministrations, working on simply opening Jisoo up.
"Well, we're still on the job, aren't we?"
"What a professional," Jeonghan jokes as he looks down at the fresh bottle of lube he opened that just happened to be lying around. "it's one of the ones from the tropical flavor line."
He can sense Jisoo scrunching his nose, even though he can't see his face. "Is it durian?"
"Yes." Jeonghan lies as he slides another finger in, working his way deeper into Jisoo, scissoring his fingers. Jisoo makes a grunt, either at the sudden intrusion, or the the fact that Jeonghan said he was using durian flavored lube. "I'm kidding. It's passionfruit."
"Nice." Jisoo responds, because that's really all he can say at the moment. He bites his bottom lip hard to prevent himself from making any more embarrassing noises. Jeonghan pushes in another finger—the stretch nothing new, but still noticeable. He's so close to Jisoo's prostate, brushing over it every time he pumps his fingers in. It's almost on purpose. Maybe it is on purpose.
"I want to bite your ass." Jeonghan interrupts the trance Jisoo is currently in, the younger man so focused on not letting a moan slip, but he lets himself giggle.
"Go ahead." Jisoo says as a half-joke half-NotAJoke, plus the fact that he's already practically zonked out, mindlessly grinding against Jeonghan's nimble fingers.
With the go ahead, Jeonghan chomps on the skin of Jisoo's right asscheek, earning a yelp from the latter. "Ah—hey! That fucking hurt, you bitch."
"Of course it did, there's not enough meat to protect you."
"Look who's talking." Jisoo scoffs in response, but can't help himself from laughing along with Jeonghan.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" Jeonghan giggles from his spot on the floor, before getting back to business.
At three fingers with a mixture of lube and spit, there's a resounding squelch every time Jeonghan prods his fingers in, basically on Jisoo's prostate each time. He has to hold himself back, he can't come this fucking early. But it's hot in the shop, so he takes off his shirt and throws it somewhere on the ground.
"I'm ready now. Good to go." Jisoo gives a gentle reminder, so Jeonghan stands back up (with a sigh and a concerning crack in his knees) and Jisoo shifts as well, now planting his forearms against the straight wall while bending forward, his ass out and ready. "Let's get on with it."
"Be patient. Are you sure you're ready for me to rail you?" Jisoo can feel Jeonghan's smug grin from behind. He feels Jeonghan swiftly slide the cock ring onto his dick, and can hear the sound of foil wrapper opening and lube squirting.
"Don't get too cocky now." Jisoo lightheartedly warns. It's barely been two minutes and his arms are already tired from being leaned against on the wall. He better see some jacked biceps on his arms after this.
"Yes, yes." Jeonghan leans forward to kiss the nape of Jisoo's neck. Jisoo can feel the other man's tip at his entrance, and he has to try so hard not to just rut back against him.
Jeonghan pushes in just a little first, and Jisoo gives a silent thanks for his gentleness. It's been a hot minute since he's taken a proper dick up the ass, but the mix of accumulated spit and lube helps the slide in.
He pushes in further and further, painfully slow, until he bottoms out. Jeonghan caresses Jisoo's ass as a sort of way to provide comfort, but ends up groping and squeezing and even giving a small smack.
"You can move, you know." Jisoo informs him. "I believe you said you'd rail me?"
"Be patient Shua," Jeonghan's hands smooth their way down Jisoo's spine, making him shiver yet melt into the touch. "Let me bask in your beauty for just a bit."
"That's corny as hell," Jisoo has to stop himself from another eye roll.
"If you want me to fuck you properly do something cute." Jeonghan teases, a mischievous grin crawling up his face.
"Oh so we're doing this now?" Jisoo has to remember this is his best friend who's fucking him, of course he's going to make him do some dumb shit for funsies.
A nod comes from the other man. "Call me oppa!"
"What the fuck?" Jisoo scoffs incredulously.
"The clock is ticking..." Jeonghan sing-songs, and even goes as far as to take a look at his pretend watch. God, only Jeonghan could be this annoying while having his dick inside someone.
And because Jisoo is horny, and his dick is very hard, topped with precome dripping down his tip, he complies. (Definitely not because he willingly wants to play along with Jeonghan's antics. Definitely.) "Ah, Jeonghanie-oppa, fuck me please?" Jisoo politely begs in a saccharine sweet voice and even makes sure to look behind him and pout ever so slightly.
There's a fit of giggles that follow briefly, mainly coming from Jeonghan, as Jisoo looks away and tries to hide how his face is red from embarrassment. But in all honesty, there's nothing much more embarrassing than bending over with your ass up to your coworker in the workplace where a poor customer could stroll in at any time.
He's pretty sure this is illegal.
Although Jeonghan fully emerses in lying as a recreational activity, he keeps his word on this occasion. Jeonghan gives Jisoo's ass a slap and grins. "Of course baby." He replies, and Jisoo swears his voice drops at least five octaves because he has to do a double take to make sure it's still Jeonghan who's back there.
Jeonghan makes swift use of his hands, turning on his cock ring to vibrate before holding Jisoo by the hips and moving into him. Jeonghan starts out slow and soft, gradually picking up the pace, as well as the intensity.
Jisoo has to do his best to grip on the wall, his right hand holding onto the counter for support. Despite Jeonghan's lithe and supposedly weak body, his pelvic strength is definitely not what Jisoo was expecting. He can feel the vibrations from Jeonghan's cock ring against his rim everytime he thrusts in, which just adds to the heat warming in his abdomen and leading to his dick.
When Jisoo turns on his own cock ring, it's timed perfectly to the moment Jeonghan hits his prostate, bulls eye, that Jisoo actually lets out the most embarrassing and borderline moan to exist. He can't help that the combination made a out of body sensation.
"Do you like the rings that much?" Jeonghan lets his hands wander the vast expanse of Jisoo's back. "I'll make sure to put in a good review and put it on our recommendation page, hm?" Jisoo's still tight around his dick, getting looser every time he fucks into him.
"F-fuck," is all Jisoo can croak out, the pleasure from both the back and the front makes his standing legs tremble. "Ah, please—Jeonghan."
"Maybe it's also the thought of someone walking into the store? Seeing an employee get fucked on the job? What do you think people would think if they saw a slut like you?" Jeonghan's words sound glossy and flow like syrup, only giving more fuel to Jisoo. Jeonghan's continuously thrusting into Jisoo's prostate, the cock ring at the base of his dick still vibrating, the pressure making him want to come so bad but not being able too.
It's pure bliss.
The voice of Jeonghan stays pungent in the fog that surrounds Jisoo's brain, the thought of being caught like this, bent over in a humiliating angle riles him up. And not just by a customer, what about one of their friends—what if Jun came in because the cafe restroom was too full so he wanted to use the shop's restroom? Yes, Jisoo is turned on by the idea of someone walking in, but if that someone is pure and innocent little Jun, he might regret the idea. Whatever though, he still enjoys the thrill way too much to be overthinking the situation.
"Ah, fuck," Jisoo blabbers. "—Please, God," His thighs are already sore and his calves are burning from standing and being in this position for so long. His hands slip from their spot on the wall so he leans forward with both his folded forearms against the wall to stabilize him. Jeonghan just smiles as he bends over to kiss down Jisoo's spine, his hand affectionately rubbing the small of his back.
"Fuck, I'm close." Jeonghan's thrusts become lazier but more desperate as his hips start to tire. The cock ring tightens around his dick every time he's flush against Jisoo's ass. The sounds Jisoo makes doesn't help to slow Jeonghan's climax, each little breathy moan that he makes just makes Jeonghan want Jisoo more.
He leans forward to put his hand on Jisoo's shaft, taking off the cock ring and quickly replacing it with a hand at the base of his cock. Jeonghan starts pumping with his right hand—left hand still on Jisoo's waist for stability. Jeonghan goes quicker and quicker with his hand, and even as his thrusts are getting slower, they still hit deep enough to hit Jisoo's prostate every time.
"I'm—I'm going to cum." Jisoo sighs out in the most fucked out, whiny voice that Jeonghan has ever heard. It suits him, suits his trembling thighs and bruised skin and sweat dripping down his neck. He's gorgeous, an ethereal being.
But of course Jeonghan isn't going to let him off easy. Can't let people with pretty privilege get away with things easily. "You can't come until I tell you to. Ask politely first, and maybe I'll consider letting you."
Jisoo's voice only gets more whiny after that. "Please, please please I need to cum, please—" He begs, and Jeonghan wishes he could see his face right now. He bets it's all twisted up, eyes glossed over, mouth parted open, lips red and puffy. He can feel Jisoo's precum on his hands as he runs his thumb over the slit, still gingerly stroking Jisoo's cock.
"Hm." Is all Jeonghan huffs out. His thrusts become harsher just before, hips laced with desperation. He tries to be as chill as possible, but he really can't. Not when his sexy best friend is bent over and begging for him.
"Fuck, please, Hannie, I can't.." Jisoo trails off, not being able to finish his sentence. His legs are about to give out, his ass is sore and he just wants so badly.
"Alright," Jeonghan approves, giving a few more light pumps to Jisoo's cock. "Go ahead and cum, slut."
Then and there, Jisoo cums, white streaks painting the floor, his legs, the wall, and practically every surface around him. He moans again when he feels Jeonghan cum inside him with a sigh. He can feel his hole getting filled, and when Jeonghan pulls out he can feel it drip down his legs. Jisoo reaches behind him to stick two fingers inside—he's loose, but sensitive. He forgot what it felt like, the disgustingly warm sensation of cum filling his hole. When he pulls out his dripping fingers, he makes a show of looking back at Jeonghan while sucking on his cum-slicked fingers, until both are clean.
"Fuck Jisoo," Jeonghan breathes out. His long hair sticks to the back of his neck, a beautiful sheen covers him with a glow. He's fucked out as well, and Jisoo might as well cum again from the sight. "That's hot. Kinda gross, thinking about how that's my cum, but hot."
The longer Jisoo thinks about it, the more he agrees that it's gross. The five seconds of satisfaction from getting filled up only lasts so long before shifting to feeling disgusting. "You're right. This is yucky. I should've really thought through the cleanup for this, we still have three hours before closing."
"Have you forgotten I've installed a handheld bidet in the restroom? Well, Jihoon installed it, but you get what I mean." Jeonghan nonchalantly wipes Jisoo's legs with a clean rag, squatting down to get all the fluids on his thighs. Jisoo's thankful, of course, but sometimes Jeonghan's parental instincts make things awkward, considering he's booty naked and still bent over.
"Yeah, I know. Still going to be a bitch to clean out though." Jisoo groans, taking one of the rags Jeonghan hands him. He starts to wipe the walls and desk and all surrounding surfaces of his semen, which he cringes at. He brings his mind to something else. "So, how did you feel about fulfilling your dream to fuck in the workplace?"
"Great, actually. You seemed to enjoy it too." Jeonghan smirks, still wiping away the area ever so casually.
"God, that was so embarrassing. Please never remind me of this experience again." Jisoo hides his face in the corner of the wall for a good five seconds, then continues cleaning himself up as well as put on his pants. In his still foggy post-coital brain, he keeps replaying the scenes of him begging and moaning at Jeonghan's touch.
It's fucking embarrassing. His best friend is having a ball with it, at least.
"I'm going to bring it up every chance I get~" Jeonghan sing-songs, and Jisoo thinks he should be glad the younger is patient, or he would've smacked Jeonghan to another universe already. Also adding to the fact Jisoo is tired as hell and feeling kind of uncomfortable from the cum up his ass.
"Fuck you."
"You can do that next time." Jeonghan smiles.
"I'm off to clean up." Jisoo sighs for what seems to be the nth time already, as he trudges to the restroom.
Jeonghan just finishes cleaning up the cum stained surfaces. "Have fun."
He's suddenly aware again that the shop isn't closed yet, and that anyone could've waltzed in. Anyone could've seen a silhouette of Jisoo getting fucked through the sheer curtains that don't do much to sheild the windows, and turned away from enetering. Jihoon had even walked in, which had even caught Jeonghan off guard, and Jeonghan was rarely caught off guard.
And just his luck, another familiar face walks in.
"Jun-ah!" Jeonghan smiles genuinely.
"Hi," Junhui strides over in his signature waddle, still wearing a flour marked apron. "The restroom at the cafe just went out of order and your boy has to pee, so I was wondering if I could use your restroom."
"I'm sorry, Jisoo's in there right now." Jeonghan gives an apologetic smile, and says softly under his breath, "And I don't think he'll be out in a while."
"Why?" Junhui is like a cat, his hearing is impeccable. "What, is he taking a dump?" Junhui just casually spews unfiltered thoughts out his mouth, which Jeonghan finds intriguing with adoration.
He ends up ignoring Junhui's question. "I think you'll have better luck with the dim sum place down the block?" Jeonghan suggests.
"I love their food, but I'll never go into their men's bathroom again." Junhui blinks with wide eyes, leaning in to tell Jeonghan. He says it like he saw a ghost. Maybe he did. "Never since the incident."
"Alright." Jeonghan muses, because he's not sure what else to say. Though he's curious, he's not nosey enough at the moment.
"Maybe I can make do with the bushes in the back lot." Junhui thinks aloud. Jeonghan teeters on either saying please don't, or go ahead, but settles on a shrug in reply. Junhui takes it though, and gives a smile before heading out.
"Goodnight Jun-ah!" Jeonghan calls out, a muffled yell from outside responding back to him.
In the end, it's just Jeonghan at his desk, looking at the stock of new sex contraptions on his laptop, and Jisoo in the bathroom, faint swears heard every time the bidet malfunctions and sprays water everywhere.
The next day's conversation is relatively normal, considering they just had nasty sex at work less than 24 hours before. It's a relatively normal day in general as well. Jeonghan isn't being weird anymore, Jisoo's ass is cum free, all is good.
"Do you think we'll still be keeping this joint running in fifty years?" Jisoo asks with a hint of sincerity.
Jeonghan just scoffs. "I don't know about you, but I'd be retired already."
"Then who's going to run the business when we turn old?"
"We can think of that later." Jeonghan answers simply. "I already feel old enough. If I feel like a grandpa now, I can only imagine when I actually am one."
"You're right, we're still young and fertile." Jisoo drops nonchalantly, and Jeonghan nods in agreement. Despite how much they laugh together, they know each other well enough that sometimes laughter goes unsaid. "Maybe we'll still be Consensual Workplace Friends-with-Benefits."
"I don't think I can go around hammering in my elderly years," Jeonghan sighs, sipping his coffee. "I'd fracture something. Maybe that'd be part of the fun."
Jisoo nods, and continues to dust the shelves while Jeonghan types God knows what on his laptop. Maybe today they'll put their workplace sex thing into action again.
Hopefully Jihoon isn't too nosey this weekend.