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No one knew about their relationship. The relationship of a CEO who owns a successful fashion company, a company that had been built from scratch with nothing but hopes and dreams, and his boyfriend—someone who was way younger than him.
Their age difference was by five years and if the public were to catch wind of this, both of their lives will be ruined and exposed for everyone to see. Which was why they had no choice but to keep it on the low.
Although, sometimes, Sunghoon found himself indulging into his boyfriend's request. Which brought him to his current dilemma.
"W-Wait, stop—ngh!" Sunghoon weakly protested.
However, with the way his body trembled in the other's arms and how his voice was already weak, wasn't helping him at all. He couldn't hold back the whine that managed to slip free from his bruised and swollen lips, visibly flinching when the grip around his waist.
The cool, firm and smooth surface of the ceiling-to-floor windows behind him was the only thing grounding him in the moment.
Riki chuckled against his lips, one hand bypassing the barricades of his clothes. At least, the remains of it. His blazer and tie was already tossed to the floor, left in nothing but mere rumples that none of them cared.
Sunghoon's white button-up was already unbuttoned, with some of the buttons being ripped off—due to Riki being too impatient to be gentle.
Riki, on the other hand, wasn't faring any better either. His previously neatly-styled hair was messed up with strands sticking out in random directions. His thick, puffy lips looked even more thicker than usual, due to their intense and rough make-out they had a few minutes ago.
Although, it couldn't be considered as a make-out with how Riki was practically devouring Sunghoon like there was no tomorrow, kissing him until he was left breathless and giddy, legs on the verge of giving way.
"Sure you want me to stop?" Riki murmured, his voice low, raspy with just the right amount of roughness that Sunghoon liked.
It's enough to make his head spin, drawing a needy whine from him as he gripped onto the front of his boyfriend's shirt, tugging him back in.
And who was Riki to deny him?
They met in the middle, the sound of their lips lewdly and loudly smacking against one another echoed in the pristine, neat and tidy office. The office that belonged to none other than Park Sunghoon himself.
"F-Fuck you," the older retorted into the kiss, evidently stuttering when Riki glided his tongue over Sunghoon's. The sensation was enough to leave his knees buckling.
Riki grinned against his lips, the very same hand that was touching his toned chest had now slid lower and lower.
"Oh, don't worry, hyung. All in due time," he purred, voice low and velvety smooth, sending shivers down the CEO's spine.
"You… need to stop. We're gonna—ngh, get caught," Sunghoon whispered, his breathing growing ragged as Riki's lips trailed light, fleeting kisses down the expanse of his pale neck, willing him to automatically tilt his head back.
His display of submission earned a pleased purr from the taller. Sunghoon swore he could feel the vibrations running through his body, from head to toe. He sharply inhaled when Riki nipped at his neck, followed by his tongue gliding against his skin, leaving it temporarily damp with his saliva. Even though the air-conditioner was turned on, Sunghoon felt unusually warm. It didn't helped with the fact that he was already leaking through his pants, the bludge evident between his legs.
Riki's eyes darted down, amusement twinkling in his eyes when he saw it. He huffed out a laugh, hot air grazing against his boyfriend's neck, causing him to gasp.
"You're already hard? Pathetic. Wonder how will the public think if they see you like this," he emphasized on the final word, hand moving to cup him through his pants and boxers.
The contact alone made Sunghoon flinched, legs twitching as he weakly grabbed onto Riki's wrist—the very same hand that was now stroking him at a slow, languid pace. Sunghoon squeezed his eyes shut but he was still able to feel the other's sharp, intense and unwavering gaze on his face, taking in every single micro expression he made, permanently imprinting it into his mind.
Never in Riki's life would he thought he had the privilege of seeing the usual cool and composed Sunghoon like this—reduced to a flushed, whimpering and sweating mess. Riki could tell he was conflicted, debating whether he should leaned into his touch or pushed him away. But deep down, both of them knew Sunghoon will never push Riki away.
After all, it's times like these where Riki gets reminded of how he has Sunghoon wrapped around his thumb.
Literally.
Riki was quick to react, catching his boyfriend immediately when he saw how Sunghoon's legs had gave way. He placed him against his desk, arms resting on both sides of Sunghoon. Riki leaned in until their lips brushed against one another. His eyes softened, not tearing it away from his boyfriend's flushed face.
"You good? Too much?" He murmured, voice soft and laced with concern, making Sunghoon's heart to skip a beat.
"Don't you dare stop," Sunghoon retorted, tugging Riki back in by the collar to crash their lips in a intense, passionate kiss.
Riki smiled into it, wrapping his arms around the older man's waist. He tilted his head to the side, wordlessly coaxing him to part his lips. Of course, Sunghoon willingly granted him entrance, shivering at the heavenly feeling of their tongues sliding against one another in a sensual dance. A dance they had performed before—behind closed doors and far away from the public's eyes.
Riki's hands made quick work of Sunghoon's belt, easily unbuckling it as he continued to kiss him. If he could, Riki wished he could spend the rest of his life kissing him, heavily addicted to the taste of Sunghoon's soft and pillowy lips. The sound of the belt dropping to the carpeted floor rung in their ears.
Riki broke the kiss, leaving a string of saliva that glistened underneath the lights. It snapped into half when Riki leaned back. His eyes greedily drink in the sight before him—Sunghoon's dazed and half-lidded eyes, the light flush that managed to creep up his neck, coloring it in a light shade of reddish-pink and his parted lips, struggling to catch his breath.
To Riki, there was no one as gorgeous as Sunghoon.
"Fuck, you're driving me crazy," the university student cursed and he sunk to his knees, situating himself between Sunghoon's parted legs.
Sunghoon watched breathlessly and in anticipation as Riki pulled the zipper down slowly and teasingly. The sound of the zipper echoed in the four walls of the office, the calm before the storm. When it was fully pulled down, Riki patted his thigh—a silent gesture. Sunghoon lifted his hips slightly off the desk, allowing Riki to slide his pants and boxers down, revealing his pale, long and slightly muscular legs hidden underneath.
Riki's mouth watered at the sight of his boyfriend's cock that proudly stood upright against his toned stomach. The tip had turned an ferocious and pitiful shade of purplish-red from the lack of attention. Riki wrapped one hand around it, thumb gently pressing down on the silt as he spread the drop of precum around.
"Fuck!" Sunghoon hissed, hands gripping onto the edge of the desk for dear life, jaw tight.
Having the need to taste him, Riki ducked his head and took him while into his mouth. He leaned forward, taking him inch by inch without gagging, until the tip hits the back of his throat. He forced himself to slacken his jaw, ensuring his teeth were pulled back to avoid hurting him. It was hard to breathe when one has a cock shoved down your throat but for someone who had done this plenty of times, it was a piece of cake for Riki.
"Oh my God, your mouth… so good," Sunghoon groaned, head thrown back.
From where Riki knelt, it looked like he was worshiping the CEO and they weren't wrong. If it weren't for his hectic schedule of juggling between his studies and part-time job as a barista, he would rather spent the rest of his life in between Sunghoon's legs, giving him the love and attention he very much deserved.
Riki moaned, the vibration rippling through his cock and it twitched inside his mouth. He bobbed his head back and forth, his pink tongue poking out to trace the protruding veins occasionally, drawing a series of breathless whines and chanting of his name, like it was a sacred prayer. The only thing separating them was the locked door, preventing people from coming in.
But that doesn't mean the chances of them not getting caught was zero.
Riki blindly reached out, grabbing Sunghoon's left hand and moved it to his own hair. Sunghoon understood the unspoken meaning, not hesitating to grab a fistful of his blonde hair. Riki glanced up, looking at the older man through his eyelashes, tapped his thigh twice and the final shreds of Sunghoon's restraint was flung out of the window.
He started thrusting into Riki's mouth at a relentless and ruthless pace, whose body went slack, allowing himself to be used and manhandled like a rag-doll. The office room was filled with the lewd and obscene sounds of Sunghoon fucking into his boyfriend's mouth. Riki had to breathe through his nose with drool trickling down his mouth. Some landed on Sunghoon's shoes while some landed on the carpeted floor.
At this point, Sunghoon didn't bothered to lower his voice. His bruised and hickey-covered neck was revealed as he gets lost in the feeling of having Riki's warm and tight mouth stretched wide to accommodate the grith of his cock.
"S-Shit, gonna cum.. You'll let me cum in your mouth, won't you?" Sunghoon panted out, glancing down at his boyfriend.
Riki looked up at him with his boba-like eyes, making him look adorable but sinful at the same time. He hollowed his cheeks, flattening his tongue along the edge and let out a choked, muffled moan. The sound traveled through his body, enough to tip Sunghoon over the edge. Riki didn't bat an eye or gagged, letting the older man spilled hot and thick cum down his throat. He swallowed all of it, not wanting to waste a single drop.
Sunghoon went pliant, leaning against the desk on quivering legs. Riki pulled away with an audible "pop" sound, his thick lips now even more swollen than usual. He wiped his lips with the back of his left hand, rising to his feet to crash his lips against Sunghoon's, not giving the other time to breathe.
He swallowed the surprised gasp Sunghoon let out, who melted into the kiss as he was able to taste himself. It was downright filthy but they didn't cared.
"Let me fuck you before I lose my mind," Riki groaned, voice low and raspy and Sunghoon eagerly nodded his head.
He lets Riki flipped him over, as he rested his hands on the desk. Riki sucked in a breath at the majestic sight before him—the sight of Sunghoon spread out, waiting for him to take him. The sight where only he was able to see with his own eyes.
Riki leaned forward, resting his chest on Sunghoon's back. They would've been skin-to-skin if they weren't still wearing their respective button-ups. He stretched out his right hand, hovering his two long and slender fingers in front of Sunghoon's mouth.
"Open up, doll," Riki demanded.
Sunghoon obeyed, parting his lips, only to let out a startled sound when Riki all but shoved his fingers into his mouth, until he's knuckles-deep. Sunghoon let out a choked, muffled gagging sound but Riki didn't cared. He angled his head such that it allowed him to whisper into his boyfriend's ear, his hot breath grazing against his skin with every word he spoke.
"Look at you, bent over your own desk so prettily for me. Even sucking my fingers like a dog in heat. Imagine how the world will react if they find out the respectable and famous CEO is actually nothing but a whore for his boyfriend, who's five years younger," Riki cooed, voice dripping with faux sweetness.
Sunghoon let out a strangled sound, glancing at him from the corner of his teary and glassy eyes. He looked like the walking definition of sin itself—with his tongue licking every surface possible of Riki's fingers, ignoring how he was literally downright slobbering over his fingers. Riki was tempted to whip out his phone to take a picture or record it but he tucked that aside. There was always a next time and he's certain Sunghoon won't say no to the idea.
When his fingers are coated in a decent amount of saliva, Riki pulled out his fingers, leaving a string of saliva behind that eventually snapped while ignoring the sound of protest Sunghoon made, whose face was immediately filled with regret. Like he was ashamed of himself.
Riki reached down, testing the water's surface by tracing the rim of his boyfriend's pink, awaiting hole, watching as it fluttered underneath his fingerpad. Sunghoon tightened his grip on the desk, nails borderline digging into the smooth surface of it.
"Riki..fuck, stop teasing," he whined, canting his hips backward but Riki merely pulled his hand back.
The younger clicked his tongue in disapproval. "Ah ah, I didn't say you can move, did I? Tsk, why can't you just wait like the good boy you are."
Riki's words and condescending tone drew another whine from the CEO, who was getting more and more desperate as every minute passed.
"Please… wan' you…" Sunghoon pleaded, looking at him over his shoulder and gods. The way his eyes glistened underneath the lights. The way he pouted.
Yeah, Riki was a goner right there and then.
Cursing under his breath, Riki pushed two fingers in until he was knuckles-deep, groaning at how tight Sunghoon felt, his walls clinging onto him, refusing to let him go. Riki slowly moved his fingers in a scissors-like motion, stretching him out to prepare him for what's to come. He pumped his fingers in and out at a steady pace, purposely touching him everywhere except for his prostate, to which Sunghoon was quick to whine in protest, figuring out his intention.
"Ki, you—!?"
Knock knock.
The two of them froze—with Riki's fingers still inside Sunghoon. The two were nowhere presentable or decent for someone to find them. Well, whoever the person was, it was clear they were looking for Sunghoon, since they are still in his office.
"Sir, are you there? There are some important matters that I need to discuss with you. It's regarding the event happening next week," a male voice spoke up, painfully oblivious to what was happening on the other side of the door.
Sunghoon's breath hitched in his throat when Riki resumed pumping his fingers, leaning down to whipser into his ear. "C'mon, hyung, tell him you're busy. If you want him to watch, then I don't mind. But I'd rather not let anyone see how I ruin you later," he purred, voice low and Sunghoon could feel the vibrations from the younger man's firm chest.
Knock knock.
"Uh, sir? Are you alright? Should I come in—"
"No!"
Sunghoon was quick to interrupt, voice raising an octave higher when Riki chose that exact moment to pull out his fingers, snickering at how he had to swallow down the moan threatening to leave his lips at the sudden empty feeling. There was a brief silence on the other end of the door before the man spoke up again, wary.
"Are you sure, sir? If you're not feeling well, you should head home."
Riki snorted under his breath. He didn't bothered in pulling his pants down completely, only unbuckling the belt and pulling down the zipper, tugging his pants and boxers down just enough to free his hardened and neglected cock.
"I-I'm sure, I'm fine. I'm.. busy at the moment so we can discuss it tomor—ngh!" Sunghoon stammered, only for him to choke on nothing but empty air when Riki slammed in without warning.
The stretch was painful and immense, making his elbows trembled as he struggled to hold himself upright while not collapsing onto the desk. Sunghoon's mind spun at how he was being split apart on his younger boyfriend's cock, reaching places where he thought it was impossible. Riki cooed, his large and warm hands resting on Sunghoon's hips, drawing circles on his smooth and pale skin.
"..Alright, if you say so, sir," the man replied and his retreating footsteps gradually get softer and softer until he was gone.
The moment he was gone, Riki wasted no time in thrusting into him, making sure to circle his hips against Sunghoon's at the end of every thrust. The office room was now filled with the loud, lewd and filthy sound of skin slapping against skin with Sunghoon doing a poor job in concealing his moans.
He had a hand covering his mouth but that wasn't helping with how Riki angled his hips to the correct angle, allowing the tip to kiss his prostate with every thrust. Seeing this, Riki was quick to rip his hand away, pinning it down on the desk, not wanting him to silence himself.
"Hnrgh, K-Ki! So good, f-fuck—oh God, right there, pleasepleaseplease," Sunghoon moaned, no longer caring about the possibility of someone hearing them from the outside. Not when his boyfriend was making him feeling this good, making him felt like he was floating.
Riki grit his teeth, sweat droplets trickling down his forehead. At this point, his button-on shirt was already soaked with sweat, clinging onto his skin like it was trying to blend in. He didn't cared, only caring about how unfairly stunning his boyfriend looked beneath him, all wrecked and ruined just for his eyes only.
He moved his arms up to Sunghoon's waist but he felt a light bump on his stomach, making him worried for a moment. Thinking he had hurt his boyfriend, his thrust slowed down and he looked down. But what he saw made his mind blanked out.
It was a stomach buldge and if Riki looked closer, he could roughly make-out the faint outline of his cock. That was his cock, reshaping Sunghoon's insides to fit his cock. Riki couldn't looked away. Couldn't think about anything else but other than the fact that they were truly meant to be.
The thought alone was enough to stir a newfound determination in him. He pressed Sunghoon further into the desk until one side of his face was squashed against the desk. Riki grabbed the other's right leg and flung it over his shoulder. The slight change of angle allowed him to slide in even deeper, drawing moans from the both of them.
Sunghoon was already reaching his limit, with how he attempted to fuck back on Riki's cock, meeting him in the middle. Unlike Riki, his movements were sloppy and frantic—greedily chasing after his incoming climax. Riki ducked his head, grabbed Sunghoon's chin, tilting his head back so he could kissed him.
If one could even called it a kiss, with how Sunghoon was simply panting against Riki's lips as they shared the small space of oxygen. Sunghoon squirmed about in his grip and Riki frowned, slowing down for a brief moment.
"What's wrong?" He questioned.
"Nothing.. just wanna see you," the CEO mumbled, eyes shyly averted to the side. His words made Riki's heart melted and he obliged, slowly and gently turning Sunghoon around without pulling out, laying the older man on his back as he stood between his legs.
"This better?" Riki murmured, planting a kiss on Sunghoon's nose, eliciting a soft giggle from him as he nodded his head. The sound made Riki's heart fluttered, making him felt like he was on cloud nine.
The soft moment was interrupted when Riki resumed his pace. This time, he gets a front-row seat of watching Sunghoon tossed his head back, eyes rolling up to the back of his head as Riki's heavy balls smacked against his inner thighs. Sunghoon loosely wrapped his arms around Riki's broad, sturdy shoulders, nails digging into his skin through the thin fabric of his button-ups.
Sunghoon buried his head in Riki's shoulder, eyes squeezed shut. "C-Close, hngh, g-gonna cum."
Riki hummed, hand snaking down to grab Sunghoon's cock that had been temporarily neglected. Sunghoon outright mewled at the contact, tightening his grip on Riki's shoulders.
"Then cum for me, hyung."
At his demand, Sunghoon's back arched off the desk in a sharp and beautiful arch—one that could made even the crescent moon itself jealous. Riki was quick to jerk him off, not caring that Sunghoon's hot, thick, warm and thick cum splattered on both of their bodies. Heck, some even landed on their faces but they can cleaned it up later.
Riki was quick to follow suit, groaning as he spilled inside of Sunghoon, painting his walls white with the shade of his cum. The CEO shivered at the feeling of being pumped full of his cum. As much as Riki wished to collapse on his boyfriend, they were still in the office. Which was why he slowly pulled out, drawing an uncomfortable hiss from Sunghoon.
Riki gulped, eyes fixated on the erotic but mesmerizing sight of his cum trickling down Sunghoon's stretched out and loose hole.
"Stop staring and clean up," Sunghoon's voice snapped him out of his trance.
"Back to being bossy already, aren't you?" Riki retorted but there was no bite in his words. He tucked his cock back into his boxers, opening one of the table's underside drawers to pull out a half-used packet of wet wipes.
Riki did whatever he could—wiping the both of them down and when Sunghoon was almost done getting dressed, he couldn't helped himself and land a playful smack against his ass, making the CEO jumped from where he stood. He shot his boyfriend a wild-eyed look, like Riki had personally wronged him in many ways.
"Riki!"
The student chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Whoops, sorry about that, sir. My hand slipped."
Sunghoon merely narrowed his eyes in response, obviously not buying his answer. "You're ridiculous."
"But you love me."
At that, Sunghoon's eyes softened. He stepped towards Riki, who had pulled up his pants, about to buckle his belt up when Sunghoon grabbed his chin, tilting his head back to kiss him firmly on the lips. It was a slow and loving kiss. The kind of kiss where Sunghoon conveys the unspoken message across to Riki—who never failed to understand it.
They pulled apart, foreheads resting against one another. Sunghoon smiled, thumb caressing Riki's cheek.
"You're right, I do love you. A lot."
Riki blinked and then chuckled, eyes warm and filled with nothing but love and adoration. "Me too, hyung. Me too."