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The AC whirs softly overhead indicating that it's working just fine, keeping the meeting room at a perfectly cool temperature. But to Sungchan, the air feels extremely stuffy.
He sighs, redirecting his focus to the marketing coordinator by the end of the long conference table. Lee Sohee is animatedly sharing the latest campaign’s results, eyes moving between the charts and the rest of the team members as he goes on about his presentation.
“Do you need some water, director Jung?”
The hairs at the back of Sungchan’s neck prickle. He could hear the smirk lacing the words before his gaze finally lands on his favorite pair of eyes. Team leader Lee Chanyoung is sitting to his right, pen trapped between his teeth as his eyes study him from under his parted fringe.
“I hate—” Sungchan starts but quickly swallows his words when Osaki Shotaro— the team’s financial analyst— picks up on the small conversation starting to unfold behind him, as sharp and observant as ever.”I mean, I’m impressed by the progress.” A nervous giggle.”—the team seems to be working in perfect harmony.”
“I agree.” Shotaro nods enthusiastically, one hand going up to squeeze Chanyoung’s shoulder.”All thanks to our diligent team leader here.”
Lee Chanyoung smiles sheepishly in response and it kills Sungchan. Shotaro is met by an innocent face and is completely oblivious to the mischief and simmering tension brewing between the two of them.
The meeting has been going on for about forty minutes and for the better part of it, Lee Chanyoung has been nothing but an absolute menace, going out of his way to disturb Sungchan’s peace and trigger all his alarms.
He started off subtly, casually snatching Sungchan’s water bottle, pressing his lips to where Sungchan’s were just a few seconds ago and wiggling one perfectly trimmed eyebrow at him. Sungchan had chuckled under his breath, head shaking fondly before his attention went back to the discussion.
At some point, Chanyoung had deliberately dropped his pen and as he went down to retrieve it, he draped one palm over Sungchan’s thigh and squeezed. Sungchan shrieked mid sentence. The staff looked at him in collective confusion and his body went rigid under their perplexed gazes, flushing profusely. His hand went under the conference table, slapping Chanyoung’s away.
“Anton.” The warning did nothing but fuel the younger’s teasing. Because the next thing Sungchan knew, Chanyoung’s foot—shoe already slipped off— was at his ankle, slowly creeping its way up his leg.
And that's how finds himself here. Respectable Director Jung, all bricked up with his team leader’s foot pressed against his dick in the middle of a crucial meeting. So much for being a professional individual because all he can think of right now is Lee Chanyoung, kissing Lee Chanyoung and fucking Lee Chanyoung.”Director Jung.” He wants to reach across and kiss him senseless, maybe that would wipe off the infuriating smirk that's been permanently plastered across his face.”Director Jung?”
Sungchan jolts back to reality to find Lee Sohee looking at him expectantly. He blinks.”I’m sorry, what was it?”
“My question to you was: which key performance indicators matter the most to you as of now?”
Sungchan clears his throat and instantly regains his focus. Effortlessly slipping back into his composed self.
Chanyoung is biting his lower lip at the sight—this charismatic side of him always stirs his deepest fantasies, which is why the situation is the way it is now— and if Sungchan noticed, he chose to ignore it. He can't let the boner in his pants get any bigger.
”It depends on the campaign.” He taps a finger on the data sheet in front of him.”But right now, my primary focus is on conversions and cost per lead.” It's Shotaro’s cue to jump in, hands flying to pull up his own report on the projector screen.
By the time the meeting ends, the staff start to quietly disperse and Lee Chanyoung is already nowhere to be seen unlike Sungchan who only takes his leave after the corridor has emptied. Sporting a semi in front of the employees on a random Thursday morning is not exactly on his list of monthly objectives.
He stops before the vending machine, presses a few buttons and watches lazily as his drink rolls down before taking it in his hand. He is hot all over and he hates Lee Chanyoung so much.”Fucking tease…” He murmurs, chugging the cold juice as he turns on his heel and makes his way back to his office.
The door shuts gently behind him, the air inside cool against his warm skin. When he turns around, he almost jumps out of his skin. Lee Chanyoung is sitting behind his desk, looking back at him in all his black hair and pearly smile glory.
”Do you have anything to report? I’m afraid I’m not holding any more meetings for the rest of the day. No exceptions.”
Chanyoung laughs, the sound hearty and contagious. His head tilts against the leather headrest.”Cheeky director Jung, how I love you.”
Sungchan walks up to him, stopping right in front of the desk separating them. He places one palm on the cool glass surface and leans forward, pointing.”And that's mine, why are you sitting in my chair, team leader Lee?”
“You sit on my face regularly but you never hear me complaining.”
Sungchan groans, the words going straight to his dick. It's absolutely maddening how the younger says such things with all the ease in the world, and what's crazier is the effect that has on him."Fuck Anton, that mouth of yours.”
He rounds the desk, grabs Chanyoung by the tie and pulls him up to his feet.”Dark blue looks so fucking good on you, do you know that?” He whispers against his lips and Chanyoung barely hums in response before leaning in and capturing mouth— he tastes faintly of the overly sweet mango juice he’d just had.
Sungchan’s senses catch fire, liquid heat rushes through his veins as soon as their lips connect. He is so aroused and it's almost melting his brain. His hand is still wrapped in Chanyoung’s tie, tugging him closer as if afraid he might vanish any moment now and Chanyoung’s hands are everywhere, roaming, squeezing his sides, traveling up his back and down again to settle on his hips.
When Chanyoung pushes him against the desk, Sungchan perches on the edge. From this angle, Chanyoung towers easily over him and that causes something primal to unfurl in his chest. He finally lets go of the tie to grab at his collars instead before his large palms slide down across his chest, feeling the toned muscles under his shirt.
Chanyoung pulls back and Sungchan whines at the loss, the sound small and needy and Chanyoung wants to keep kissing him forever if not for the need to breathe. His eyes flicker from his roseate lips to his big doe eyes and his heart lurches at the sight. His eyes hold so much innocence and vulnerability, he wants to lock him away forever, all to himself.
He tangles a hand into his hair, gently scratching the back of his head.“And you are so fucking beautiful, do you know that?” Sungchan all but mewls against his touch, too far gone to register the parallel to his own words from earlier.
“God, are you going to keep on edging me today?”
“Tell me what you want, baby.” Chanyoung’s voice drops an octave as he dips down to kiss his neck, Sungchan shudders beneath him.”Want me to suck your cock? He takes his chin between his long fingers, turning his face to the side and placing a kiss behind his ear. Sungchan is so sensitive, quivering under his every touch and that sets Chanyoung’s entire being ablaze, his own erection is straining painfully against his trousers by now.”Or maybe eat you out? Right here on this desk.” His hands pry Sunghan’s shirt open, one hand sliding inside to toy with his hard nipple.
Sungchan’s head lolls to the back and a breathless sigh escapes him. He anchors himself by grabbing onto the front of Chanyoung’s jacket, chest heaving.”I need you to fuck me, please.”
It's all so obscene, the sight of Jung Sungchan, the human manifestation of Adonis, all rosy cheeks and darkened eyes and perfect face— begging for him like this, needing him like this. He leans down again and kisses him with so much hunger he can feel him physically struggling to keep up.
“I would do you in every way possible but lunch break is in twenty minutes.”
“How generous.” Sungchan rolls his eyes at the reminder, breathless. He reaches a hand and grabs Chanyoung’s erection through the fabric of his pants while the younger rummages through the drawer attached to the desk with unquestioned familiarity.”Someone is greedy for that employee of the month title.”
“Only if it means I get to fuck the hottest person in this company as a reward.” He winks, holding the almost-empty bottle of lube like a prize, and fuck, Sungchan wants him so bad.
“Careful, people will think I’m playing favorites.”
“You talk too much, hyung.” Chanyoung’s hands finally move to undo the belt on Sungchan’s pants, swiftly pulling them down his long legs. Sungchan’s stomach dips in anticipation as Chanyoung’s hands grip at his sides, urging him to flip around so he is bent over the desk.
His shirt had slipped off his shoulders in the process, pooling lazily around the elbows and Chanyoung gives in to the temptation and bites down where his neck meets his shoulder.
“Anton— fuck, Chanyoung, please. You are killing me.” Sungchan is not above rutting against the desk if that promises any spark of relief. He is so hard it hurts. He is about to plead again when not one, but two slick fingers slip into him. His knees buckle under him, shivers coursing through the rest of his body.”Fuck.”
“You are sensitive everywhere, it's so hot.”
“Shut up.” Sungchan whines. His skin is burning and the fingers working him open are so long and skillful they are almost pushing him past the edge.
There's a soft rustling behind him as Chanyoung makes quick work of his jacket and pants and frees his own erection. He strokes it in his hand, spreading the beads of precum gathering at the tip before coating it in lube.”I’m going to make you feel good.”
When he finally sinks into him, Sungchan goes lax under him. Air leaving his lungs as he is filled out and it's so good, too good. Pain-laced pleasure ripples through him with a force that makes his pulse thunder in his ears.
Chanyoung moves slowly, letting him adjust around him before he picks up his pace. When Sungchan finally relaxes, he starts pounding into him relentlessly.”Sungchan…” He breathes out.”How does it feel baby, fuck… talk to me.” His words spill out in a broken mess, barely threaded together.”Good?” His hands grip both sides of him, where broad shoulders taper down to a narrow waist. The desire to satisfy him seeps through every thrust.
“Yes,” Sungchan manages amidst a cascade of moans. Each plunge amplifying the twist in his gut.”God yes, Chanyoung, please don't— don't stop.”
And Chanyoung is lost in the way Sungchan folds under him, how his body fits so perfectly in his grasp despite the prominent size difference. It turns him on so much, how Sungchan manages to fully submit to him like this. How he gracefully meets his every thrust and swallows him with ease.”You were made for me, hyung. You are so perfect.”
He places a kiss in between his shoulder blades, the muscles flex marvelously under his touch. He sneaks an arm around Sungchan’s waist and reaches down to take his cock in his hand. It pulsates in his grasp as he starts stroking it back to life and Sungchan’s eyes almost roll into a different dimension, chest rising and falling with ragged gasps.
Chanyoung slows down and takes his rhythm down a notch when the heat in his belly intensifies.”Chanyoung…” His name is a repeated chant dancing off Sungchan’s lips, as if his own had been lost to him.
He places a shaky hand on top of Sungchan’s, silently urging him to push him faster toward release.
Instead, Chanyoung removes his hand and closes Sungchan’s own around his cock.”Touch yourself for me, love.”
The scene is pure filth, if anyone were to walk in on them like this… the thought is both mortifying and strangely thrilling to Sungchan he feels like he is losing his mind.
It only takes a few more tugs for him to start seeing stars. His hand works fast, inching him closer to the brink of ecstasy. Chanyoung is still ramming into him with burning ardor, his own moans echoing around the place as he hits the right spot that strips him of every last ounce of strength he has.
It’s so dizzying, so overwhelmingly good. Sungchan loses all sense of himself.”I can't… I’m—” His words are swallowed by the intensity of his release, sparks behind his eyelids and vibrations traveling across his nerves. He comes all over his hand and drips onto the desk, his legs barely supporting him anymore.
Chanyoung fucks him through his over-sensitivity, chasing his own orgasm.”Fuck, fuck…” His thrusts grow more erratic, signaling that he is almost there. He makes an attempt to pull out but Sungchan— now almost fully recovered from his intoxicated daze— reaches back and stops him from doing so.
He squeezes the back of his thigh, looking back over his shoulder with half-lidded eyes.”Come for me, baby.”
It was all Chanyoung needed to finally come undone with Sungchan’s name breathed into his back.
He coats his insides and gently glides himself through them, slowly coming down from his high.
When the aftershocks finally subside, Sungchan plops down into his chair with a heavy sigh, completely spent. He needs a shower and a change of clothes effective immediately which only means clocking off three hours earlier today.
Chanyoung is smiling down at him, that usual huge grin of his that melts Sungchan’s insides. He's now fully clothed and toying with a wet wipe between his hands.”Pretty sure this goes against HR guidelines.”
Sungchan chuckles, head resting against his closed fist lazily.”Baby, we are dating. I’m sure we're been violating every policy in the handbook for the past two years.”