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its late in the office, the bullpen and hallways empty, everyone having cleared out except two lone individuals on the highest floor. the city lights sparkle through floor-to-ceiling windows that surround one of the higher seats of power in korea's tech industry.
at the call of his name, yeonjun rises from his chair in which he was sitting, organising files. he walks over to where soobin —his boss and months-long boyfriend, is sat on the couch. sunk into the plush black cushions and dimly lit, soobin's features and frame take on an alluring quality. as he gets closer, soobin reaches out, hands around yeonjun's waist, eliciting a shocked "soobin!-" as he pulls him into his lap.
"-what are you doing?..." yeonjun pouts. he's slightly disoriented, but instinctively rests his forearms on soobin's shoulders, happy with the warmth of the body under his. he is met with pleased dark eyes staring up at him, and a cheeky grin.
"been a long day baby, don't you think?" soobin thumbs at yeonjun's waist, which his large hands almost entirely encircle.
"yeah, so? what's that got to do with you pulling me into your lap at," he glances at the clock, "8pm?"
in lieu of a response, soobin raises a hand to the crook of yeonjun's neck, kneading at the tense muscle there and earning a pleased hum from his partner. his other hand descends from where it was on yeonjun's waist, drifting down past his hips. height-wise, soobin's only got yeonjun beat by a few inches, but his hands are large, large enough to cover half of yeonjun's slack-covered ass.
yeonjun squeaks and blushes when long fingers make to squeeze, pout returning as he smacks soobin on the chest lightly.
"bin-ah, we can't, the cameras..." yeonjun tries to protest, but the next moment, the hand at his shoulder presses intently at a knot, and his eyes flutter shut, releasing a quiet moan. the fight in him feels like it's being glazed over with mulberry smoke, getting weaker the more soobin works at his trap and neck.
"relax sweetheart, i'll just delete the footage before we go, alright?" soobin soothes, in a low tone that has yeonjun refraining from biting his lip. instead he opens his eyes, and soobin's dimples are in full force, the way he's smiling, eyes sparkling with mischievous suggestiveness.
rolling his eyes, yeonjun grumbles out a "you're insufferable", but wraps his arms tighter around soobin, putting their faces inches away. the hesitance that the logical side of him first brought up has almost completely dissolved under his boyfriend's ministrations.
sensing this, soobin happily replies, "you love me."
all yeonjun gets to do is smile warmly in assent before soobin closes the distance, connecting them in a deep kiss. both his arms snake fully around yeonjun again, and in one sudden motion, pull his lithe frame even closer until they're chest to chest, hips right up against each other. one of yeonjun's hands shoots back to soobin's forearm at the jolt of movement, and he lets out a surprised noise that soobin happily swallows.
it continues like that, soobin devouring the pretty noises he's coaxing from yeonjun, or alternatively, letting them echo off the office walls as he kisses and bites his way down yeonjun's neck. he lingers at that spot behind his ear, earning him a loud whine and yeonjun pressing into him even more, thighs clamping where he's straddled onto soobin. the reaction has the man smiling cockily into milky soft skin.
eventually yeonjun acquires some semblance of footing, rolling their hips together whenever soobin's tight grip loosens. it pulls throaty groans from the man beneath him that make him feel almost dizzy, uprushes of want clouding rational thought.
he finds a grip in soobin's dark hair, and their mouths move against each other, until all thoughts of proper office conduct are wiped clean from yeonjun's mind by the filthy slide of their tongues.
somewhere, between both of their shirts on the floor and soobin's tie around his wrists, yeonjun thinks he might ask soobin to keep a copy before he scrapes the footage for the night.