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My love: If you don't look at it now, I'll delete it.
If Inho hadn't been surrounded by people, he would have let out a pitiful moan at his husband's request via text.. He loved his husband, however, he could be a bit intense with his requests when he was at work.
If it had been any other time, like in the comfort of his office, he would have agreed without any problem, but now was not the time, he was currently in a work meeting and at that very moment No-eul was presenting a graph that showed an important analysis of the crime rate in his sector that had dropped considerably, but it also showed the singular cases and some ongoing investigations. It was a routine meeting to keep the team informed, however many end up dozing in their chairs from how boring it is and he doesn't blame them, the calm and emotionless voice of his partner was enough to make more than one fall asleep and the lights off along with the cold of the room gave the conditions to go with Morpheus.
Inho had to be thankful that he was sitting at the head of the table, his companions at his sides were practically at a certain distance so he had the opportunity to do what his husband said and if he didn't, he would resent it for the rest of the day and he didn't want that.
Inho: Okay, I'll do it.
He was lucky enough to always have his headphones with him so it didn't take him more than a minute to put them on and make sure they were properly connected, he opens the message and what appears on his screen takes his breath away.
It was a video of his husband who was lying on the soft sheets of his room, his legs remain drawn up and apart, the angle at which he positioned the camera was to have a shameless view of his plump, pale butt that showed his small entrance and also his wet pussy being violated by a pink object. The way he inserted the toy was slow and deep, you can see how Gihun lets his head fall back from the ecstasy to which his body surrenders.
And his damn moans… ah, the sounds he made were clearly a provocation. He knew his husband well and Gihun didn't care if he was at work or not, his husband just wanted to get a reaction out of him.
Shit, he was achieving his goal, his pants felt tight from the hardness that began to grow immediately upon seeing the video, he tried to keep his breathing from betraying him and coming out heavy, it was quite a challenge with the image of his husband taking his breath away.
“Ah, ah! Mhmm!” he moaned loudly at his actions, sounding like a fucking porn star, not afraid of anyone hearing him since he was the only one at home to be too loud and look between his legs to see the camera and make sure he saw well at all times. For a moment, fear crossed Inho's mind that he could be heard through his devices, so he took off one of his headphones, afraid of looking like a pervert because of what could be heard, but in doing so, he only heard his partner's voice echo throughout the silent room. There is no suspicion, everything is muffled by his headphones. “Yes, yes, ah, I like it, but it doesn't completely satisfy me, poor me…”
His husband, a complete pervert and without an ounce of shame in his naked body, too horny to think clearly, pulls the toy out of his hole and it contracts from the lack of something to fill it. Inho bites his lower lip eager to be home in front of his husband, he would get on his knees to eat him completely, he wanted to feel Gihun's salty taste and drink from him like a thirsty dog, he wanted to feel his fingers grabbing his head to sink him and put pressure with his thighs without giving him a chance to breathe. He wanted to hear him scream from overstimulation.
And if the torture he's giving him wasn't enough, Gihun runs his long fingers all over his pussy. The police officer pays attention to the movements he makes: he runs superficially over the whole slit, from top to bottom, prompting him to observe. It's clear that he's been playing with his pussy for a long time because of how slippery it looks, and that's when he sinks his fingers in and parts his lips to show off his pussy.
And the video ends. On his screen he sees the conversation with his husband, which seems very distant compared to what he has just witnessed a few seconds before.
Damn.
My love: Have you seen it?
My love: What did you think?
It's like your husband sent you a cooking video or something mundane the way he asked for your opinion as if you didn't have the decency to know what you were talking about.
Inho: I’m going to make you pay for this when I get home.
A minute passed as he watched him type a reply and then delete it. Inho paid attention to the boring graphic to distract his mind from the image he had in his head of his husband desperately touching himself, he had to forget about it…
A new message
My love: What? Are you in a meeting or something?” “You usually respond like this when you’re with people.
My love: Are you hard in the middle of a meeting? Haha, how funny.
Inho: It’s not fun having to hide a boner at work.
Inho: Don’t send any more messages.
My love: But I do it thinking of you, I know how much you like to see me :c
My love: You hate me :c
Inho can imagine the look on his husband's face at home, his eyes shining like an innocent puppy that has been abandoned, a manipulation technique he knows and always falls for.
Inho: Gihun… babe
He gets another message and his blood goes to his still hard cock, it's another video
Inho: Gihun, don't do this to me.
My love: Look at this last one, I made it especially for you :c
Finally the reply message arrives with Inho's decision.
Inho: Fine.
The man looked around the room, most bored by the presentation, some were falling asleep, oblivious to what was happening instead.
He opens the video and he is no longer in the same position, now he is on a pillow and between his legs is the small pink toy vibrating against his clitoris, he moves his hips with enthusiasm while gasping for air, his gaze is lost and in the direction of the cell phone camera knowing that his husband would be watching his, it is mesmerizing.
What ends up breaking Inho's sanity was when he sees him take one of his work shirts, recognizes that it is the one he wore the day before, and brings it close to his face to smell it deeply, losing himself in the aroma, closing his eyes and moaning pathetically. Gihun feels that he will not last long, the aroma of his husband present in that garment intoxicates him like the strongest of liquors, he loves the aroma of his husband, thinking about his husband, everything about Inho makes him feel that way. Gihun moves his hips with the desire to pursue his pleasure, he takes the cell phone to give a better view of his chest with a light layer of sweat and to show more of the expressions on his face that he knows is something that Inho likes: his glassy eyes asking for more and his cute swollen lips parted to let out the most obscene moans he has ever heard.
“I'm alone, thinking about you and your huge cock! I want you to fuck me so bad” he swallows hard upon hearing that, he can't believe the dirty words coming out of his lips “I-Inho...Inho!” he screams, reaching climax, closing his eyes as he continues bouncing on that pillow.
It's not long before the meeting ends, the lights turn on and the officers get up tired, others get scared by the sudden light and one of them is Inho who puts away his cell phone and settles into his seat so that he hides the problem in his pants that demands his attention. Damn it, Gihun.
“Boss, aren’t you coming with us?” Daeho asks, he was about to leave with No-eul, but they both stayed at the door because of his boss who hasn’t moved from his seat.
“No, I want to stay and look at the reports. You guys continue with your work.” He smiles at his subordinates and hopes that the heat on their faces has gone down a bit. The young colleagues look at each other and leave their boss alone with the reports.
When I have Gihun in my hands I will have no mercy
That's why when Inho gets home…
“My beloved husband is already home… Ouch!” Inho doesn’t stop at the door to wait for his husband to greet him, he keeps walking until he finds him and takes Gihun in his hands. The taller man is easily lifted off the ground and placed on Inho’s shoulder without any problem — Haha, did you go crazy or something? Put me down.
"Shut up, you and I are going to talk about your hobby of sending videos while I work," he says seriously, dropping his hand on his husband's butt, the sound of the spanking resonating throughout much of the house.
“Ow!” he complains and tries to save himself from his husband's punishment, but Inho sees how Gihun moves his feet without being able to hide his emotion.