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It's been three months. Time seems to have passed even faster than Jungwon thought but his choice about loving his job hasn't changed, not even for a second.
He's gotten even better at his job, stays still when Sunghoon walks up behind him and wraps his arms around him, his cock poking at his ass. Jungwon lets him rut up against his ass and doesn't say anything when Sunghoon decides to talk about their schedule in between thrusts when he has Jungwon splayed on the meeting table, having been riled throughout the meeting.
He's gotten a raise too, a whooping amount of money that had Jungwon standing up when he got the alert for his salary. He had thanked Sunghoon by getting on his knees and resting his head on Sunghoon's lap while Sunghoon stroked his cock in front of his face. Sunghoon seemed to appreciate his thanks.
Jungwon still works diligently because even though he has the most perverted man in the world as his boss, he's paid to do his job right and he tries his best to do that without getting sidetracked by a cock pushing against the hem of his skirt — he doesn't wear trousers anymore, not that he used to, but now, all that's in his closets are skirts and Sunghoon had personally dropped a bag full of pleated skirts on his table a month ago.
(They also had matching stockings with cute ribbons on the top of them and flimsy bralettes that go with the stockings. What does he think Jungwon is? A doll that he can dress up as he wishes? Jungwon felt heat bubbling inside him and when he went home, he almost set them aflame but he knows how much he values his job and decides against it. He can't risk it.)
It's a new day today and they have almost nothing on their schedule. Jungwon had checked in a few hours ago, had settled down on his seat and prepared himself for a bit of groping from Sunghoon who walked into the office a few minutes after he did but the man blatantly ignored him and walked to his office.
Jungwon had offered to give him coffee which he declined and asked Jungwon to leave for now. Jungwon wonders if he did something wrong or if he was about to get fired because Sunghoon never lets him get fully settled in before he starts analyzing his outfit and asking absurd things of Jungwon.
Sometimes he does ignore him but it's never too often, at the very least, he'll rest a hand on Jungwon's waist and pat his bare ass under his skirt. He doesn't fuck Jungwon that often either, just riles him up until Jungwon feels like he might pass out from the teasing before deciding on a random Thursday that he wants to see Jungwon's back arched, ass up as he thrusted into his wet heat.
Jungwon prefers it when Sunghoon fucks him, at least then, he doesn't have to look at him or have to keep his mouth shut so he doesn't make a sound of pleasure because he definitely doesn't get pleasure from this even though his body betrays him the entire time and does the opposite of what his mind is saying.
There's a ring of the bell on his table and Jungwon's eyes lift from the papers in front of him to see doe eyes and a large smile staring down at him.
He's dressed in a crisp suit and has the air of an important person so Jungwon stands up and bows a bit, holding the back of his skirt so it doesn't raise up because it happens to be short and Sunghoon specifically bought it a size too small just to get easy access to Jungwon's ass and pussy whenever he deemed fit.
The person, a Lee Heeseung that introduces himself to Jungwon, saying that he was there to meet Sunghoon but he doesn't have an appointment.
"I believe I won't be needing one," Heeseung had said with a smirk, staring at Jungwon, from his eyes and then trialing down to his legs clad in soft baby pink stockings that stop at his knees and the shortness of the skirt exposes his milky thighs, pale and a bit marked from the way Sunghoon's fingers had dug into them.
"Ah, excuse me then, I'll speak to him," Jungwon bows and then walks away to Sunghoon's office, knowing Heeseung is staring at his ass. The skirt doesn't really leave much to the imagination. Jungwon kind of wants to strangle Sunghoon for putting him in this situation but he can't complain.
"Sir, you have a guest," he says when he walks in and Sunghoon is comparing two papers, looking focused, a fixed pout on his lips as he reads through the papers. His brows are scrunched together and Jungwon hates that he feels hot and bothered just looking at him work.
When did this even start happening? It's not like Sunghoon had ever been ugly, that was why he even endured all of this. Because he could be under some man with a pot belly and a stinky breath and dick but he was here with Sunghoon, well put, smelling good and musky at the tip of his dick whenever Jungwon was forced to his knees and his mouth pried open to fit in the tip.
He's lucky he's not being leaned over by some fat faced man who's tongue would lick at his neck as he humped his mound or fit his cock between Jungwon's pussy lips and tried not to fuck into his hole even when the tip pops in every now and then.
Sunghoon drops the papers and stares at Jungwon's legs and then back up to meet his eyes.
"Who is it?" He asks. Jungwon rubs his feet together and pretends that that move doesn't make Sunghoon's breath hitch.
"Lee Heeseung. Should I send him in?" He asks even though he knows the answer already. Sunghoon nods and turns on his clear glass table. He had some men come up and change it a few days ago for some reason. It was high and the glass was see through that Jungwon was able to see Sunghoon palming himself while Jungwon sat on a chair across of him and showed him his cleanly shaven pussy.
"Yes."
Jungwon ushers Heeseung into the office and watches them shake hands, clearly friends from a long time back. Sunghoon asks Heeseung to take a seat across from him and Jungwon feels his heart lurch into his stomach remembering the things he's had to do on that same seat. Heeseung doesn't seem to mind and he gets comfortable.
Jungwon forgets that he's supposed to leave them alone and only notices that his presence is ever present when they both turn to look at him and he bows his head in apology and walks off to his desk.
He stands by the desk to sort out some papers. He tries not to bend too low or his ass will be for the eyes of anyone that came out of the elevator though no one comes up here without an appointment or without Jungwon knows first — Heeseung's an exception.
He hums a tune to himself as he gets the papers into their correct folders. He's so in his head about his work that he doesn't hear the click of the door opening from Sunghoon's office. He only feels the warmth of a body pressed up against his ass.
He stills but sighs and goes back to work when he smells Sunghoon's perfume. It's strong and intoxicating but Jungwon endures.
Sunghoon's hand slithers between them to hold Jungwon's small waist, accentuated by his short skirt that hugs his waist. He raises the back of Jungwon's shirt and slides his hand down to hold Jungwon by the hips so he can rub his clothed cock between Jungwon's ass cheeks.
Jungwon is used to this. Sunghoon is just using him as a stress reliever and he gets paid more or less for it. It makes him feel like an honored prostitute which disgusts him and rubs on him the wrong way but Sunghoon still needs him to work for him so he doesn't feel the need to barf all the time when he does things like this.
Jungwon stands up to his full height and Sunghoon's hands go under his skirt to grab a handful of his soft ass. Jungwon breathes out shakily as Sunghoon props his chin on his shoulder and reaches up with his other hand to grab at Jungwon's perky chest, squeezing over his shirt that crumples.
Sunghoon presses a very light and soft kiss on Jungwon's neck which makes Jungwon shudder. Jungwon can feel Sunghoon's breath on his neck and the way he breathes out when he pulls away from him completely to say,
"Jungwon, come in and make us coffee,"
He's walking away before Jungwon even gets in a word. He goes back to his office and Jungwon fixes himself up and heads to the break room to make a small tray of a flask of hot water, some instant coffee packets, some milk he poured a paper cup, the same for the sugar and two cups for the coffee.
He walks into the office and drops the coffee tray on the table. Heeseung gives him a small smile when they meet eyes for a short while.
Sunghoon scoffs when Jungwon turns his attention back to the coffee. Jungwon ignores him just as Sunghoon starts up a conversation with Heeseung.
Jungwon pours the instant coffee into the cups and then adds the hot water. He's in the middle of mixing the beverages to get the granules dissolved when Sunghoon turns to him, reclining back on his chair.
"It's hot. Isn't it hot in here, Jungwon?" He asks and Jungwon looks down at his hands and then back up at Sunghoon.
"It's 16 degrees, sir." He says, blinking slowly like a confused lamb. Sunghoon rubs his lips with his finger and shakes his head.
"It's hot in here, Jungwon," he argues and when Jungwon still looks confused, he spells it out for him. "You should unbutton your shirt."
Jungwon's eyes go wide and he can already feel the tremble in his hands, the spoon in his hand is clinking too loudly against the cups.
What the fuck?
Was he supposed to just strip down in front of a stranger? Was this stranger okay with this? Is Sunghoon such a freak? Does he have a voyeurism kink?
Jungwon tries to reason with him, legs weak. "I'm not feeling…hot." He can't get the last word out without shakily breathing out because Sunghoon raises his brow the way he does when Jungwon denies him something. Jungwon gulps. He's really doing this. God. Just how far will be go to keep this job? It was getting crazy at this point. But he still stops stirring the coffee to reach for the buttons of his shirt and begin to undo them. "Okay, sir."
He unbuttons his shirt, letting the shirt fall off his shoulders to reveal his lacy bralette. One of many that Sunghoon had bought for him. They perfectly cup his tits and Jungwon feels so naked in front of Heeseung, his nipples pressing against the cotton of the bralette, hard and attention seeking.
His body is such a whore.
Heeseung whistles and doesn't hide that he's staring at Jungwon's supple chest. "My my."
Jungwon ignores both sets of eyes staring at his chest as instead focuses on finishing the coffee. "T-two teaspoons of sugar, Mr. Lee?"
Heeseung tilts his head and crosses his legs over each other as he pretends to think about it even though he doesn't really care about how sweet his drink is.
"Yes, I suppose there's more sweetness elsewhere, right?" He smirks and Jungwon looks at him confused.
"I beg your pardon?" He asks with a raise of his brow as he picks up the cup and walks towards Heeseung, bending at the waist to hand it to him, his skirt clearly lifting and flashing Sunghoon behind him.
Heeseung collects the cup and cups Jungwon's hands when he does. Jungwon feels weird but still puts on a small smile and pulls his hands away and moves away. "Thank you, Jungwon."
Jungwon does the same to Sunghoon, handing him his cup which Sunghoon takes and then drops it on the table.
Jungwon bows and tries to leave the room by starting to move backwards but Sunghoon grabs his wrist and pulls him against the table to prevent him from moving.
"Sit," he says, pulling Jungwon towards him, his hands reaching for Jungwon's waist.
"Sir? I h-have work to do.." Jungwon whimpers, pulling his hand out of Sunghoon's hold but Sunghoon's hand tightens around his small wrist.
"I said sit, Jungwon-ah," Sunghoon says with finality. Jungwon stills as Sunghoon pats his thighs. "Here." He's asking Jungwon to sit down, on his lap, when they clearly have a guest over. Heeseung doesn't seem deterred about it as he should be, if anything, he's the most pleased client to have ever sat in that chair. Jungwon quite literally finds him disgusting, a freak to the core. Still, Jungwon doesn't want to embarrass Sunghoon, nor does he want a punishment that may come in the form of a deduction from his salary.
So he does as he's told, a pretty little doll, dressed head to toe in things Sunghoon's bought for him, and he rests his bottom on Sunghoon's thighs, Sunghoon moving him so that he's sitting directly on his cock, a tent that pokes at Jungwon's ass over his skirt.
Not for long, because Sunghoon props him up a bit and gets the skirt out of the way so he can get Jungwon's bare ass completely seated on his warm crotch.
He continues to spesk to Heeseung as if Jungwon wasn't even present between them. "As I was saying Heeseung, we don't need those flimsy investors to go through with this project, I should think we're both more than capable to handle it ourselves, no?"
Heeseung hums in agreement but Jungwon knows his attention is elsewhere because Sunghoon is rocking Jungwon's body against him and he's slowly massaging his thighs and playing with the elastic of the stockings. Sunghoon seems rather fond of the stockings today.
(Something deep inside Jungwon grows in pride, blooming at the fact that he did something right. It's contradictory to how he flinches when Sunghoon makes him relax against his wide frame and then lifts the front of his skirt to let his pussy get some air.
He's all dark between there and shaved and it's embarrassing the way he spreads Jungwon's legs and almost immediately begins to massage at his pussy.
He continues to give offers to Heeseung as if he's not using two fingers to spread Jungwon's cunt open and then prodding at his clit and hole.
Jungwon's mouth is clamped shut, held by his teeth gnawing at his bottom lip that's trembling rather horribly with each derogatory chuckle Heeseung sends his way. He feels used. Like a whore on display.
It used to be easy when it was just him and Sunghoon. He could endure that much when they were in the privacy of themselves but with Heeseung staring at him like it's the most amusing thing he's seen all his life, Jungwon feels the humiliation sink in, deeper and deeper until it settles inside him and explores down south his body, his pussy getting wet from the constant attention sent his way.
Sunghoon silently spreads his wetness all over his labia and his clit. His fingers thread over Jungwon's hole and he sinks in one digit as Jungwon clenches around it, trying desperately to relax but unable to with the stare Heeseung is giving him.
The man takes one last sip of his coffee and drops the cup on the coaster on his crossed legs.
"You're right. Also, allow me to say how beautiful of a table you've got here. It gives me a clear view of the beauty behind it too," Jungwon knows he's referring to his cunt and it feels so annoying that they're talking about him like he's some object when he was right there but God, does it do something to his body.
He reacts wonderfully, his body releases more of his juices and Sunghoon uses that as lubrication to slide inside Jungwon's hole with two fingers.
He could've done that regardless because when he's not ignoring Jungwon, he's laying him flat on the table, on top of important papers and contracts and fucking his fingers in and out of him his thumb pressing over his clit. He'd do this until Jungwon feels like he's about to come and that's when he'll pull out, wipe his fingers inside Jungwon's mouth and get on with his work like he doesn't have a raging boner in his pants.
Jungwon has learned to stop worrying about if Sunghoon is crazy for edging himself like that or if he's just built differently.
"Ah, I bought it personally for your entertainment. I know how much you adore furniture," Sunghoon says. This is the most he's heard him say. Even in other meetings, Jungwon notes that Sunghoon only speaks when he's contradicting something or worried about the customer's decision and wants to advice them so they don't suffer too as the company helping them.
Heeseung grins and licks his lips while keeping a very intent eye on the way Sunghoon's fingers move in and out of Jungwon's pussy, Jungwon's thighs shaking where he has to keep them open so Heeseung can have a good view and the way Sunghoon's mouth is against Jungwon's bare shoulder.
"You're right. I do adore it," he admits, uncrossing his legs to reveal the hard-on pressed against his thigh that he ignores. Fucking freak. Jungwon whines when Sunghoon reaches for his chest to pinch his nipples through the bralette and then pull the cups down to give a lick to his peachy nipples. He sucks on them like he's expecting Jungwon to start milking, to give him something even when he knows he can't.
He's forgotten all about Heeseung when the other man speaks. He makes a whistling sound that pulls Sunghoon out of his reverie, his eyes that were slipped shut, probably imagining Jungwon all knocked up with milk in his tits.
(He's mumbled it into Jungwon's skin as he fucked him on the couch of their break room, told him how he'll fuck him again and again until his body took, until he got all round with a kid inside him, stretch his pussy around his cock so all his body knew was Sunghoon. Jungwon's pussy had clamped around his cock as he came from the words, his body a slave to the imagery. Maybe that's why Sunghoon fucks him missionary almost all the time, always wants to come with his mouth latched on a nipple, hoping one that that all the come he's fucked into Jungwon's tummy finally gives him what he wants).
"My cup is empty," Heeseung says and Jungwon almost says something snarky but this could cost him everything. That nice apartment he's got, the clothes he can afford, the pretty restaurants he gets to see because of outside meetings they have, the amount of time he has for himself because he doesn't have to work overtime ever.
(Overtime is only when Sunghoon feels like being mean and makes Jungwon get on his knees, feeds him his cock and spills hot white down his throat, pulling out and then telling him to swallow, after which he'll tuck himself back in and walk off, wishing him a good night).
Sunghoon pats Jungwon's cheek and gives a lick to his chest. He removes his fingers from Jungwon's hole and wipes the excess wetness on his inner thigh. He pushes Jungwon off his lap and pats his ass. "You should be nice to our guest, Jungwon. Go make him some more coffee."
Jungwon gets up on shaky legs and walks the short distance that it takes for him to reach Heeseung's side. There's a side table that's placed next to him. Jungwon brings the tray and places it on the table and bends over, his skirt lifting to give Heeseung a clear view of his wet and messy pussy.
Heeseung is clearly checking him out even though he's trying to pretend he isn't but Jungwon can feel the eyes on his pussy and the way Heeseung's breathing evens out when he shifts to pour the hot water on the granules of coffee.
Jungwon jolts when Heeseung's hand reaches forward and his fingers slowly run between his labia. Jungwon jumps and almost spills the coffee but he keeps still and holds the cup in his hand as he turns towards Heeseung at the same time that Heeseung stares up at him with those large eyes of his and he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking between his fingers and getting all of Jungwon on his tongue.
Jungwon wants to either slap Heeseung across his face or cry. He's pretty close to crying.
"Mm.. that is sweet, maybe you should only add one teaspoon of sugar this time," he says, his tongue giving one last lick to his fingers.
Jungwon's eyes twitch. "Y.. yes sir." He says and turns back to get the sugar but this time he tries not to give Heeseung a chance to touch him as he swirls the spoon in the hot coffee.
Jungwon stands back and gives him the cup and heads back to Sunghoon's side, sitting on the man's thighs where his ass meets the wet tip of Sunghoon's cock, which he'd pulled out of his slacks when Jungwon was busy with Heeseung.
Jungwon gets comfortable which means fitting Sunghoon's girth between his pussy and trying to avoid the way Sunghoon's pushes forward and tries to get his dick into Jungwon's hole.
"Like I said, it won't be that hard to get a few others on board too. They're just getting hard in their slacks thinking about this project," Sunghoon says to Heeseung, completely avoiding Jungwon that's on his lap which only proves to annoy Jungwon some more because Sunghoon is pushing his hand down Jungwon's stockings, stretching the fabric and cupping his knees, his calves and also his shins. He's got a weird obsession with Jungwon's legs.
"They won't be the only ones," Heeseung says, evidently palming himself over his slacks with a smirk. Jungwon looks away.
Sunghoon pauses groping Jungwon's body and lifts his bralette off his body so he can latch onto Jungwon's nipples and suck.
Jungwon doesn't want to stare but it's so quiet and he's gotten tired of staring at the spot on the wall so he glances towards Heeseung. Only to see him stroking himself over his pants. He looks so concentrated, his brows furrowed, his lips in a pout and he's just staring at where Sunghoon's pink, hot mouth is sucking on Jungwon's supple chest, his other hand groping the tit his lips are not latched to.
Maybe he wants to do the same to Jungwon. Maybe he's imagining his own mouth on Jungwon's skin. Sunghoon wouldn't let him, maybe he will but he seems so possessive of Jungwon that he might not.
If he wanted to, he'd had told Jungwon to pleasure Heeseung the moment he walked in through the door. But he's just putting on a show for him.
"Get up," Sunghoon says, patting Jungwon's ass and giving a short nip to his chest. Jungwon's stockings are messed up as he stands up and his skirt rests above the swell of his ass but he doesn't care as he waits for Sunghoon's directions.
Sunghoon tucks himself back into his slacks before getting up and then holds Jungwon's arm and brings him to the front of the table. Jungwon almost thinks Heeseung is about to walk over to him and spread his legs, fuck him in front of Sunghoon and watch the way Sunghoon's eyes darken but he does nothing of the sort, just fixes his hard-on and settles back into his seat, as if there's a movie playing in front of him where Jungwon is and he's about to start enjoying it.
Sunghoon is the one who bends down, gets on his knees. He's careful with the way he lifts the front of Jungwon's skirt and tucks it into it's hem, then he pushes his legs apart, his head tilted, staring up at Jungwon with those large eyes of his and then his mouth closes around Jungwon's mouth to suck on his clit.
Jungwon shudders and his knees buckle. He almost falls down but holds himself against the edge of the table, his hands tight, knuckles white. His heart is beating both from fear and embarrassment at having to be watched by Heeseung, who is now as quiet as a deer in the woods.
Sunghoon doesn't let up, he's so good with his mouth, even Jungwon can't deny how good he is because he knows how to jab at his hole with his tongue, knows the right amount of pressure to give to Jungwon's clit and knows where to press inside of Jungwon to make him mewl.
Jungwon can feel his orgasm coming, and his thighs shake in accordance with that fact. Sunghoon must notice, even though he's so caught up in fingering Jungwon and sucking softly on his clit, eyes shut as he relished in the taste of Jungwon's cunt.
Jungwon's breath hitches, held up in his throat and he looks down almost like a warning at Sunghoon. Sunghoon's eyes are dead set on his and he gives one final lick to his clit and then pulls out his fingers just as Jungwon feels his orgasm dissipate into nothingness.
Sunghoon stands to his feet, his cock tenting his pants but he doesn't give it much care, he just rubs his wet fingers over Jungwon's nipples and then bends down to lick them, his head turning in the direction of Heeseung.
Heeseung is just staring at them with an amused smile on his face. He's hard in his slacks and looks like he's going to run mad if he doesn't fit his cock into Jungwon's pussy but Jungwon knows for a fact that he wouldn't do that.
"This was a great talk we had, Sunghoon," he says with a deep sigh as he gets up, his hands in his pockets, rearranging his cock so it doesn't tell everyone in the office that he's harboring a hard on. "I'll wait for your email to complete our discussion. You should also come by sometime."
"Sure," Sunghoon says, giving Heeseung a pleasant smile that doesn't show the tight hold he has on Jungwon's waist.
He makes no move to walk Heeseung out and Heeseung doesn't look like he wants to be walked out because Sunghoon is tapping Jungwon's thigh, a sign that he should get up on the table, which he does, and he's fitting himself between his spread legs, clothed cock to his mound.
Heeseung walks to the door and he turns the knob but turns around just as he's about to walk out. "You should bring Jungwonie too, it'll be fun."
Sunghoon chuckles and nods, looking down at Jungwon like he's prey to be eaten. "I will."
Like the promise of buying someone icecream when you go out but instead, in the promise of giving Heeseung a little taste of what Sunghoon has staked his claim on. Or not.
The moment Heeseung is out the door, Sunghoon turns back to Jungwon. He pulls his stocking clad legs to pull Jungwon closer to him and makes him fall back against the desk.
Sunghoon goes back to his quiet ways, silently unbuckling his pants to push them down just so he can get his dick out and give himself a good stroke from top to balls.
Jungwon lays back on the large desk and looks off to the side, he didn't think Sunghoon would go as far as to fuck him today but he must be riled up.
Sunghoon slaps his cock over the wetness of Jungwon's cunt and then swiftly pushes in his tip, his cock rock hard as it grazes Jungwon's velvety walls. He gives one thrust and Jungwon feels his dick up to his stomach. Sunghoon is that big.
He starts to fuck Jungwon hard, not giving him a moment to catch up to anything. It's evident that he's already so close because he's fucking Jungwon the way he does when he's about to paint his walls white and mumble how Jungwon should give him a child.
Jungwon is making these short sounds, punched out ah's that pass the tight shut of his lips. He lays there and takes Sunghoon's cock like the good boy he is, desperate to keep this job that clothes him and feeds him.
Sunghoon drapes himself over Jungwon, his cock sliding in and out of his hole leisurely, throbbing inside him and twitching when he forces Jungwon to look him in the eye.
He buries his face in Jungwon's neck, groans softly and thrusts in, once, twice and then his cock spills, spurting his thick release into Jungwon's pussy. He doesn't stop thrusting in and out of him, riding out his high, his breath trembling against Jungwon's skin.
He stays there lodged deep inside Jungwon until Jungwon groans a bit at the added weight on him and he moves back up. Jungwon feels the way Sunghoon's softened cock slides out of him, alongside the thick ribbons of come that squirt out of his hole too.
As usual, Sunghoon cleans himself up using tissues from the desk and tucks himself back in. He walks back to his seat and picks up the papers he was analyzing earlier and reads over the words again.
"Don't wear this set of lingerie again," he says.
Jungwon nods, pulling down his skirt and trying to button up his shirt again. He bows with a gentle, "I won't, sir." And already plans on burning them down.
Jungwon only knows a few things about Sunghoon, given that their relationship isn't one that calls for him to know his personal life but one thing is for sure, Sunghoon is a very jealous man.