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Choi Beomgyu is an enigma.

Yeonjun is also dating him.

They met on Yeonjun’s first day, where he immediately embarrassed himself in front of Beomgyu.

Yeonjun was scrolling through his phone while taking sips of his iced americano, when suddenly a voice chimed in from behind. “You know when I first started, they never let me relax in the break room while everyone else is working.”

Yeonjun almost spat out his coffee, slightly flustered by being called out.

“I’m sorry, I was just-” Yeonjun said hastily, but the words got stuck in his throat as soon as he looked at the person in question.

His hair ran down to his neck, the dim light of the room revealing glimmers of brown accents. His eyes were captivating, complementing the subtle curl of his lips. He was wearing a white collared shirt with one button casually undone, exposing a delicate chain adorning his neck. The shirt was slightly tucked into his dress pants, accentuating his figure.

The stranger raised an eyebrow as he waited for Yeonjun to respond.

Yeonjun cleared his throat, smiling timidly. “I was just taking a small break. I’m a little nervous being in a new environment, you know?”

He hummed in response, eyeing Yeonjun. “What did you say your name was again?”

“Yeonjun. Choi Yeonjun.” Yeonjun rushed out.

“Yeonjun,” The stranger said, sounding out every syllable as if he was testing his name on his lips. “I’m Beomgyu, the office manager. Nice to meet you.”

Yeonjun hesitantly nodded, the realization that he was caught not doing anything by someone who he was basically working for sank in.

As if he could read his mind, Beomgyu reassured him. “Don’t worry, I won’t say anything. This can be our secret.”

Yeonjun flushed even further.

He doesn’t know when their dynamic shifted. But, when he finished his internship a few months later, Yeonjun found himself going out with Beomgyu.

Beomgyu is a whole different person when he’s not at work. He’s a hopeless romantic at heart, always going out of his way to do the most for their relationship. Beomgyu feels like a perfect reflection of his soul, someone who loves Yeonjun completely like the way he loves him.

Heavy emphasis on when he’s not at work, because right now, Yeonjun’s pissed at him.

He’s been busy answering calls all day when Beomgyu decides that now is the best time to get his attention.

“Yes, I see that, ma’am. He’s currently in a meeting right now, would it be alright with you if I call you back once he’s available?” Yeonjun asks on the phone, absentmindedly clicking the email notification he just received.

Yeonjun rolls his eyes, typing out a response as he hums. “Thank you, ma’am. I’ll be sure to call you back shortly. Have a good day.”

Yeonjun closes the tab as he goes back to his work. His eyes are locked on the screen as he types out the agenda for the upcoming week, the soft clicking of the keys filling the quiet office space.

He hears the chime of the door and Yeonjun looks up to see someone walking up to the front desk.

Yeonjun maintains a friendly smile as he greets the visitor. “Hello, welcome to MOA Company. How can I help you today?”

“I’m looking for Choi Beomgyu. I have an appointment with him at 2:00.” The woman responds, looking down on the watch on her wrist.

Yeonjun checks his calendar to confirm. “It looks like you do. I’ll let him know that you’re here, and he will be with you shortly.”

The woman nods at Yeonjun before she walks away to sit in the waiting area. Yeonjun is about to let Beomgyu know that his client is here when the person in question bursts into the room.

“You,” Beomgyu starts, slightly out of breath as he points at Yeonjun. “Come with me, right now.”

Yeonjun frowns, eyebrows creasing on his forehead in confusion as he looks at Beomgyu, and then to the woman sitting down. “But, your appointment-”

Beomgyu promptly ignores him in favor of physically taking him out of the area. Yeonjun sees the woman from earlier staring at them, and he offers her a sheepish smile as he lets himself get dragged away.

“Beomgyu,” Yeonjun hisses when they’re out of sight. “What are you doing?”

“Didn’t I tell you that I needed you to go to my office right away?” Beomgyu remarks, skeptically looking at the other people in the workplace for some reason.

“Well yeah, but I thought you just had some paperwork that I could do later.”

Beomgyu pauses in his step to turn to Yeonjun, a deadpan expression on his face. “You thought I was serious about the paperwork?”

“What was I supposed to think? You already told me to do ten other things, so might as well add that on top of everything.” Yeonjun exclaims exasperatedly, catching the attention of one of his coworkers, Kai.

Beomgyu sighs, subconsciously bringing one of his hands to hold Yeonjun’s waist. “It feels like we’re just going in circles here.”

Kai starts to walk up to the pair with Beomgyu quickly pulling his hand back as if it burned. Yeonjun notices Kai’s gaze lingering on Beomgyu’s sudden movement, but he doesn’t comment on it.

“Are you two okay?” Kai asks instead, concern evident on his face.

Yeonjun gives Kai a strained smile. “Don’t worry about us, Kai-ssi. I was just going over some documents with him, right Beomgyu-ssi?”

Beomgyu nods rapidly. “Right, in fact, I need him to look over a few things right now.”

Kai shoots them a weird look, his grin unwavering. “I’ll let you guys get to that then,” he says cheerfully before heading off.

Beomgyu seizes the opportunity to take Yeonjun somewhere else. Instead of turning to his office, Beomgyu leads Yeonjun to the nearest closet, hastily drawing the blinds. Yeonjun is right next to him, still confused as to why he’s here in the first place.

Beomgyu leans closer to him while subtly looking through the blinds. “I think they’re onto us.”

There’s a long beat of silence as Yeonjun processes what he just said. “You’re telling me you dragged me all the way to the closet just to tell me that?”

“I’m serious, Yeonjun-hyung,” Beomgyu insists. “Soobin won’t look me in the eye anymore and Taehyun always has something to say whenever I give a presentation.”

“Maybe you did something to them, I don’t know. I’ve been pretty secretive about this whole thing, just like you asked.” Yeonjun remarks, a hint of venom tainting his tone.

Beomgyu’s eyes soften. “I’m sorry, hyung. Just for a little bit more, I promise.”

They have been dating for a couple months now, still navigating the early stages of their relationship. Beomgyu decided that he wanted to hide their relationship until he felt he was ready to announce it to everyone, which Yeonjun understands. But, it’s tough for Yeonjun to resist the urge to shower his boyfriend with affection, especially when Beomgyu keeps wearing those certain outfits to work that make it hard for him to keep a low profile.

Yeonjun lets out a sigh. “It’s okay, I’ve just had a rough day. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

Beomgyu coos while motioning Yeonjun to come closer. “Want me to make it all better for you?”

Yeonjun raises one of his eyebrows. “Here of all places?”

“I was just thinking of a make out session, but maybe that too later.” Beomgyu smirks as Yeonjun rolls his eyes.

Yeonjun feels Beomgyu press him against the wall, clinging onto him with every inch of his life. They meet each other halfway, the sugary aftertaste of the coffee Beomgyu drank earlier lingering on his tongue. Yeonjun lets out a small noise that only encourages Beomgyu further.

Yeonjun wraps his arms around Beomgyu’s neck as his hands hold onto Yeonjun’s head, pulling him closer. Beomgyu sucks on his bottom lip and slips his tongue inside after Yeonjun opens his mouth wider in approval. He forgets that he was even upset as Beomgyu swallows every sound that escapes him.

Beomgyu parts their lips for a moment. “I need you to stay quiet for me, baby,” he murmurs in a voice Yeonjun swore wasn’t so raspy a minute ago.

Yeonjun sighs faintly as they lean in again to meet each other’s lips. One of the hands on Yeonjun’s head moves to trail the side of his body, the touch sending shivers down his spine. Beomgyu’s kisses move off his mouth and towards his neck, the softness of his lips a stark contrast to the sharp sting of marks he sucks into Yeonjun’s skin. The heat of Beomgyu’s breath does nothing to comfort the tremble through Yeonjun as his quiet breaths become louder, pressing his lips together to prevent his gasps from being let out.

Yeonjun moves his hand slightly and accidentally knocks over one of the items on the shelf, causing a loud thud that echoes from inside the closet. Beomgyu and Yeonjun break apart from each other, both of them panting for air.

There’s a sudden knock on the door. “Yeonjun-ssi, are you in there?” Taehyun calls out from outside the closet as the pair exchange wide-eyed glances.

“Yes, I’m here, sorry I just knocked over something while trying to grab a new stapler!” Yeonjun exclaims while squinting at Beomgyu, who is rapidly shaking his head.

He vaguely hears Taehyun sigh. “The client from before is asking for you. She says that her appointment is running late.”

Beomgyu groans, burying his head in the crook of Yeonjun’s neck as Yeonjun softly laughs. “I probably should get going, she’s been waiting for you for a while.”

Beomgyu murmurs a gentle confirmation while kissing the bruises on his neck as an unspoken apology. The room is filled with their shared breaths as Yeonjun separates himself from Beomgyu.

Yeonjun gives him a parting kiss before he leaves the room, making sure the door is left slightly ajar to keep Beomgyu hidden. He runs into Taehyun as soon as he walks out.

Taehyun takes one look at him, a blank expression on his face. “You should probably fix your hair before you go back out, Yeonjun-ssi. It looks like someone ran you over.”

Yeonjun blushes, hastily smoothing down the stray strands of hair on his head as he makes his way back to the front. He swears he can hear a faint snicker in the background, but it’s probably just his imagination.

When Yeonjun was told that he had to train new employees as a secretary, he didn’t think that the people in question would be hanging onto him like a dog.

Yeonjun has been training this guy, Daeho, for the past few weeks. Don’t get him wrong, he isn’t bad by any means. Daeho’s eager to learn new things around the office, and he always listens to what Yeonjun has to say. But, he’s a bit too comfortable with him.

Daeho often lingers at Yeonjun’s desk, asking completely unrelated questions like what his favorite coffee is or his plans for the weekend. He hovers close, sometimes invading Yeonjun’s personal space.

Like right now, Yeonjun’s getting some papers from the printer when Daeho appears right beside him.

“Hyung,”

Yeonjun jumps in surprise from the abrupt interruption as he clutches his shirt, turning to see Daeho smiling at him. “Daeho-ssi, oh my god, you scared me.”

Daeho tilts his head, pouting slightly. “I told you to call me by my name, Yeonjun-hyung. There’s no reason for the honorific.”

Yeonjun sighs. “I know, it’s just we’re in the workplace. It only feels right to call you by that, you know?” He says absentmindedly while going to grab the papers he dropped.

Daeho hums before he notices Yeonjun, avidly coming down with him. “Here, let me help you out.”

Yeonjun is about to decline his offer when Daeho picks up the papers anyway. He gives him a civil smile in appreciation before Yeonjun leaves the break room. Unsurprisingly, Daeho trails behind him on the way out.

“Yeonjun-hyung, do you need any help with anything?”

Yeonjun glances back and catches Daeho giving him a puppy-dog expression. “Ah, no. I don’t have anything I need help with right now. I’m actually about to go to a meeting.”

Daeho’s face lights up at this. “A meeting? Am I allowed to go?”

Yeonjun hesitates for a moment, but quickly realizes that Daeho will probably follow him anyway. “You know what, sure. It might be a little boring for you though.”

Daeho immediately shakes his head in retaliation. “No worries, hyung. I’ll just sit there and listen.”

As it turns out, Beomgyu is the one leading this meeting. Beomgyu catches Yeonjun and Daeho entering together and gives him a questioning look. Yeonjun shakes his head, mouthing an excuse about Daeho being his intern before sitting down.

The meeting drags on, and Yeonjun finds himself falling asleep from the exhaustion of being at work all day. Despite this, he still follows along with Beomgyu’s presentation, diligently jotting down notes. Yeonjun can feel Daeho staring at him, but he brushes it off and focuses on Beomgyu instead.

He’s halfway through his notes when Yeonjun gets a tap on his shoulder. Yeonjun looks beside him to see Daeho with a pencil in his hand and a doodle on the edge of his notepad. The drawing is some sort of replica of him and Daeho, although his eyes are far too small to be his own.

Yeonjun voices this to Daeho, who chuckles quietly in response. “No, hyung, it looks exactly like you.” He whispers and brings the notepad right next to his face in emphasis.

Yeonjun pouts, taking another look at the sketch. “There’s no resemblance whatsoever.”

Daeho gives the drawing a second look and raises an eyebrow at Yeonjun, which causes him to burst into laughter, his head landing on his shoulder. Amidst the laughter, Yeonjun barely catches the sound of someone clearing their throat from afar.

“Yeonjun-ssi and Daeho-ssi, anything you’d like to add?” Beomgyu interjects, a hint of irritation seeping in his tone.

Yeonjun quickly moves from where he is on Daeho’s shoulder to see Beomgyu glaring at them. The room grows quiet as Yeonjun exchanges sheepish smiles to the people around him.

Beomgyu shoots them a final glance before continuing his presentation, the tension so heavy that Yeonjun could practically feel it weighing down on him.

The meeting wraps up abruptly as everyone hurries to leave the room. With only the three of them remaining, Yeonjun nervously shifts his gaze between Beomgyu and Daeho.

“Do you want to tell me what that was about?” Beomgyu remarks, crossing his arms as he looks at the two sitting down.

Daeho casually puts his arms around Yeonjun, causing Beomgyu’s expression to darken. “I’m not sure what you’re getting at, Beomgyu-ssi. I was simply discussing the marketing techniques you were talking about to my colleague.”

“Oh?” Beomgyu starts, lifting up the discarded notepad off the table. “You call this talking about marketing?”

Yeonjun sinks further into his seat as Beomgyu scoffs. “Do you think I don’t notice when my coworker is blatantly flirting in the office?” He says, pointing at a certain depiction.

Yeonjun’s eyes widen as he looks closer at the notepad, spotting a ‘Y + D’ engraved right next to the drawing. He’s about to tell Beomgyu that this is all a misunderstanding when Daeho interrupts.

“What’s wrong with me flirting with Yeonjun-hyung? We’re both single. Just because you’re technically his boss doesn’t mean anything, Beomgyu-ssi.”

Yeonjun feels his eyes grow even wider as he looks at Daeho in disbelief. He doesn’t know if he’s more shocked by the way Daeho’s talking to Beomgyu or the livid expression on Beomgyu’s face.

Beomgyu looks like he’s on the edge of losing it, but he exhales deeply before he regards Daeho in a clipped tone. “Let me tell you a few things, Daeho-ssi. One, flirting in the office is highly inappropriate considering the fact you’re being paid to do work and not mess around. Why you decided to do it while in a meeting is unbelievable to me."

Beomgyu pauses briefly, glancing at Yeonjun. “And two, you’re hitting on my boyfriend.”

Yeonjun immediately sits up, realizing it’s the first time he acknowledged their relationship in public.

A flurry of emotions flash on Daeho’s face before it settles into something unpleasant. “You should have mentioned something,” He mumbles, mainly towards Yeonjun, before he walks out the room.

As soon as the door closes, Yeonjun looks up at Beomgyu. He has an indecipherable expression on his face that sends shivers down Yeonjun’s spine.

“We’re leaving, come on.” Beomgyu says, grabbing Yeonjun’s hand. Yeonjun laces his fingers with Beomgyu’s as they exit, their footsteps echoing through the vacant area. Everyone has gone home by now, and Yeonjun glances around, noticing the dim lights scattered throughout the office.

Yeonjun expects Beomgyu to take him home, but he suddenly leads him to his office. Beomgyu locks the door and turns towards Yeonjun.

The silence feels suffocating, but Yeonjun doesn’t dare break it.

Yeonjun barely faces Beomgyu before he’s on him, kissing him until he feels like he’s drowning. Yeonjun can’t even form a coherent sentence or think clearly, all of his thoughts being consumed by Beomgyu.

Beomgyu breaks apart from the kiss and Yeonjun finds himself chasing it rather pathetically. Beomgyu laughs, but there’s an underlined bitter tone to it. “I let you run off with another man and this is how you act?”

Yeonjun whines, clinging onto Beomgyu as if he was his lifeline. “Please, Beomgyu. I wanted you the whole time.”

Beomgyu hums, absentmindedly playing with Yeonjun’s hair. “How about you prove it to me instead?”

Yeonjun frowns, his eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re going to show me how much you’ve wanted me.”

Beomgyu goes to sit down on his desk, legs stretched out as he gazes at Yeonjun. Yeonjun’s mouth waters, desire stirring intensely in his gut as he swallows nervously. The black tailored jacket fits him perfectly, emphasizing his shoulders, while the sheer shirt he’s wearing underneath makes Yeonjun’s brain go hazy. Yeonjun glances down and notices how his trousers slightly crease at the knees, revealing a hint of the fine material as he leans forward.

“Ride my thigh, baby.”

Yeonjun lets out a breathy exhale, moving to straddle one of Beomgyu’s thighs. The friction against his now painfully hard cock underneath his pants drives him insane as Yeonjun starts to rut onto his thigh. Yeonjun holds Beomgyu’s shoulder with his hands for support as he frantically grinds down, the feeling between his legs causing a wave of arousal to wash over him.

Beomgyu watches him lazily, his eyelids hooded as Yeonjun uses his leg to get off. One of Beomgyu’s hands slides down his shirt to reach the length of Yeonjun’s side, his thumb rubbing circles over the protrusion of his bone as Yeonjun’s shallow breaths fill the room.

“You’re so good for me, Yeonjun-hyung.” Beomgyu praises and Yeonjun feels the pit in his stomach grow hotter.

Yeonjun bites his lower lip as he snaps his hips back and forth faster, the pressure from Beomgyu’s thigh rubbing against his covered cock becoming suffocating. His eyes water as his hips start to stutter, his brain struggling to form coherent thoughts other than the desire to come.

“Please, please, Beomgyu, I’m so close.” Yeonjun cries out, small desperate gasps slipping from his lips. Beomgyu’s hands on his waist tighten, causing Yeonjun to whine pathetically at the loss of friction.

“How can I let you come when you were all over Daeho-ssi today?” Beomgyu remarks lowly. “Not even just today, but for the past few weeks, I keep seeing you and him together.”

“Please,” Yeonjun begs, trying to chase his pleasure. “Please, Beomgyu, I didn’t mean to.”

Beomgyu leans to whisper in his ear. “He wouldn’t do the same for you, would he Yeonjun-hyung? Would he let you rut against his thigh while he praises you like a god reincarnated? Would he mark you up all pretty until you’re a trembling mess?”

Yeonjun feels a sob coming from his throat as he desperately shakes his head. He squeezes his eyes shut, feeling Beomgyu’s lips bite the skin just below his ear.

Beomgyu tuts as he pulls away to gently grab Yeonjun’s chin. “Look at me, baby.”

Yeonjun’s eyes flutter open blearily to see Beomgyu’s small smirk.

“Only I get to see you like this.” Beomgyu says, his eyes holding a deep intensity.

Yeonjun nods frantically. “Yes, only you. Please just let me come, Beomgyu.”

Beomgyu thinks about it for a moment, the tears starting to flow on Yeonjun’s face. “Come for me, hyung.”

As if a string suddenly snapped, Yeonjun whines as his hands grip onto Beomgyu’s shoulders tightly, the pleasure washing over him like a tsunami. Yeonjun’s hips go still as he presses his face at the crook of the younger’s neck, spilling in his boxers.

“Fuck.”

Yeonjun vaguely feels himself being manhandled, his back on the desk as Beomgyu hovers over him. His eyes are dark, filled with a hunger Yeonjun’s familiar with. Beomgyu takes off his trousers and boxers, exposing his half-hard cock.

“You think you can handle one more round?” Beomgyu asks, taking Yeonjun’s dick in his hand and pumps him slowly. Yeonjun whimpers from the sensitivity, but nods anyway.

Beomgyu clicks his tongue. “Words, baby.”

He speeds up his pumping as Yeonjun arches his back. “Please,” He manages to gasp out. “Please fuck me, Beomgyu.”

The hand on his dick promptly leaves, and Yeonjun finds himself mourning at the loss. Beomgyu chuckles as he grabs the lube from one of his cabinets, pouring it generously over his fingers. He’s unfazed by the lube ending up in unexpected places, given Beomgyu’s erratic libido. Yeonjun feels one of his fingers slide inside, making him shudder a sigh.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t even be able to remember what he looks like after I’m done with you.” Beomgyu murmurs, his warm breath against his ear.

Yeonjun gasps as his finger curls deeper into him, a moan ripping from his chest from Beomgyu’s words.

“Oh, you like that, hyung? You like the idea of me ruining you for everyone else?” Beomgyu remarks smugly as he pushes another digit into Yeonjun. “I’m going to fill you up so you feel it for days, and when everyone asks why you’re limping, you’ll be reminded of me.”

Yeonjun resists the urge to grind down on Beomgyu’s fingers as he feels a trail of saliva drip from the corner of his mouth. Beomgyu puts a third finger in and starts to fuck him on them rougher, causing Yeonjun to grasp his back in a desperate attempt to ground himself.

“You’re taking it so well, baby,” Beomgyu coos. “Just a little more, I promise.”

He tries to reply, but all that comes out of his mouth is a desperate moan as Beomgyu curls his fingers right against his spot. As soon as he finds it, Beomgyu starts to abuse his prostate, causing Yeonjun to let out incoherent sounds as he nearly melts into the desk.

Yeonjun can feel the heat in his stomach come back, desperately fumbling over pleas through moans as Beomgyu presses kisses on his neck. Beomgyu pulls out of him slowly and he clenches around nothing, whining at the loss.

Beomgyu shushes him gently as he makes quick work of his zipper, pushing his trousers down to his mid thigh. Yeonjun feels Beomgyu tap his length against his rim, his breath hitching in anticipation. Slowly, Beomgyu begins to ease himself in. No matter how many times they’ve done it, Yeonjun’s breath is still punched from his lungs as Beomgyu’s length stuffs him full.

Yeonjun lets out small gasps as he adjusts to his length, walls forced apart as it sinks deeper with Beomgyu whispering praises above him. “You’re doing so good, hyung,” He says, lightly wiping Yeonjun’s tears away. “You take me so well, I could keep you below me forever.”

He pants breathlessly as Beomgyu moves slowly inside Yeonjun, but there’s still a hunger growing inside him. He needs something, something more.

Yeonjun doesn’t know where his neediness came from, but he manages to lean up to look Beomgyu in the eye. “I want you to fuck me until I can’t remember anyone but you.”

Beomgyu’s eyes darken as he slams back into him, Yeonjun’s mind going blank as his prostate is immediately hit with a strategically angled thrust. Beomgyu plows into him mercilessly, and the only thing Yeonjun can do is let out wrecked out whimpers and moans as he’s impaled on his cock.

“Beomgyu,” Yeonjun wails, hands clutching the edge of the desk. At this point, the heat building in his gut has become a fire threatening to explode, Yeonjun’s head falling back with a loud cry that blends with Beomgyu’s low groans. “So good, Beomgyu, please.”

Yeonjun can’t even process what he’s begging for anymore, the words falling out of his mouth like a matra as he feels Beomgyu’s teeth grazing over his throat and collarbones possessively.

“Let it out, hyung. It’s just us in the office right now. I want to hear all your sweet pleas while you’re a pretty mess beneath me.” Beomgyu remarks, groaning from the way Yeonjun tightens around him in response.

Yeonjun attempts to move his hips back against Beomgyu’s own, but he barely gives him a moment to breathe as he’s stuffed to the brim.

“Daeho-ssi would kill to see you like this,” Beomgyu rambles between kisses, his hands wandering all over Yeonjun’s body. “Imagine his shock if he walked in to see you getting ruined by me, a mere office manager in his eyes.”

Yeonjun’s grip on the edge of the desk tightens every time that Beomgyu’s length brushes against his prostate, causing his knuckles to go white. Tears cling onto Yeonjun’s lashes as his own cock bounces up and down uselessly with each thrust, staining his abdomen with pre-cum.

“You’re the only one who gets to,” Yeonjun says weakly. Beomgyu’s gaze turns heated as he leaves obscene marks on his skin.

Beomgyu pulls away, his eyes roaming over Yeonjun with a satisfied smile tugging at his lips as he admires the marks scattered across his body. He traces his thumb around Yeonjun’s swollen lip in a trance, marked by bites and damp from saliva.

Beomgyu continues to slam into him with alarming accuracy as Yeonjun’s back arches like a bow against the desk, broken gasps flowing out of his mouth.

Yeonjun feels his thrusts begin to falter, and he keens as Beomgyu’s grip on his hips tighten, knowing there will be bruises there tomorrow. He manages to glance up, his breath catching in his throat as he sees the wild gleam in Beomgyu’s eyes. His intense gaze reignites the heat spreading through Yeonjun’s body like a wildfire.

Yeonjun instinctively wraps his legs around Beomgyu’s waist as the need for release rushes back to him. He fumbles over his words as Beomgyu kisses the crook of his neck.

“Come for me, Yeonjun. You’re doing so well, one more time, baby.” Beomgyu whispers and he feels his mind go blank in ecstasy as he clenches down on his cock, cumming completely untouched.

Yeonjun weakly whimpers as static fills his ears. He feels as though every part of him is being consumed by Beomgyu as he continues to claim him through shallow thrusts and praises.

“So good,” Beomgyu gasps out, his hips stuttering. His face is flushed in color and his eyes are glazed over with lust. If Yeonjun’s being honest, he’s never seen a more beautiful sight than his lover at his most uncomposed moment. “You’re so good, just for me.”

Yeonjun feels Beomgyu pulse inside of him, the only warning he gets as he’s filled with cum, warming him from the inside as he shivers from the feeling.

Beomgyu lays on top of him and they stay like that for a while, heavy breaths filling the room as they exchange slow, lazy kisses. The warmth of their bodies are pressed together, making everything else around Yeonjun fade away as he indulges in this moment.

Beomgyu pulls away suddenly, glancing at Yeonjun. “I’m going to get him fired,” He states, still out of breath.

“Beomgyu, no.”

Yeonjun is so screwed.

He has his monthly company dinner today, and Yeonjun ended up running late because he decided to stay behind for a bit to catch up on his documents. Turns out, those few minutes went by a lot quicker than he expected, staying 30 minutes after his clock-out time.

Yeonjun doesn’t even realize how late it is until he gets a notification coming from his phone.

“Oh, shit.” Yeonjun hisses, quickly clocking out while hurriedly gathering all of his stuff from his desk.

He’s never moved faster in his life, rushing to get in his car and practically speeding to reach the restaurant. When Yeonjun walks in, he’s greeted by the cheerful chatter of his coworkers.

“Yeonjun!” Kai calls out. He notices the rest of them turning their heads to look at him, with Beomgyu’s eyes widening.

Kai gestures for Yeonjun to come over, causing Yeonjun’s face to light up as he sees everyone sitting at the table. He smoothly takes a seat next to Beomgyu, who greets him with a grin.

“Where have you been?” Taehyun asks, taking a sip of his drink. “We’ve been waiting for you this entire time.”

Yeonjun rolls his eyes. “I was caught up in work, but I’m here now, aren’t I?”

The rest of them cheer in response as they clink their drinks together. Beomgyu discreetly places a hand on Yeonjun’s thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. Yeonjun smiles at him and starts to engage in the conversation.

They chat for a few hours, time passing by as their drinks start to gradually empty. At this point, all of them are somewhat drunk, although Yeonjun is just tipsy. He can’t say the same thing for Beomgyu though, who is currently resting his head on Yeonjun’s shoulder as he absentmindedly plays with his hair.

He is taking another sip of his drink when Kai blurts out, “Yeonjun-hyung, when are you going to tell us about your boyfriend?”

Yeonjun chokes on his drink, promptly knocking Beomgyu over as he coughs, trying to process what Kai said. “I’m sorry, what?” He splutters, voice cracking slightly.

“Your boyfriend, Beomgyu-hyung.” Kai states as if it is the most obvious thing in the world.

The two exchange glances, their eyes filled with accusation.

Taehyun sighs, crossing his arms. “You know, we’ve all known you two are together.”

“What?”

“Maybe you should tell your boyfriend that he shouldn’t leave his computer open to where anyone can see his emails of him blatantly flirting with you. Or maybe to keep it down with the eye fucking in the office.” Soobin deadpans as Kai snickers loudly, giving him a high five.

Yeonjun slowly turns to Beomgyu, who has a sheepish smile on his face.

“I’m sorry?” Beomgyu offers weakly before Yeonjun lunges at him.