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“Bye, darling! Have a nice day!” Jiho chirps sweetly as he sees his boyfriend off beyond thе exit door of their luxurious house. He stands barefoot, wearing only a pink satin robe, its edges and sleeves trimmed with matching fur, with nothing underneath but underwear and sleep shorts. He leans his shoulder against the nearby wall, watching as the brunette tidies himself up in front of the mirror.
A wide smile blooms on Siyun’s face, clearly visible in the reflection, but he pauses one last time to capture those beloved lips in a greedy kiss, enough for the memory of their familiar taste to last the entire workday. The older grips his strong shoulders and then pulls him closer by the tie, making the kiss even more sensual and unforgettable.
“Behave yourself,” Siyun breathes against his lips, struggling not to abandon all his plans and stay home with his boyfriend, who, since morning, seems even more seductive and so utterly desirable.
“This is your motivation to deal with everything faster,” Jiho replies in a sweet tone and finally pulls away, absently running his thumb over his lips before opening his robe a little wider, making his collarbones and long neck more visible, something his boyfriend can’t help but stare at.
“You’re unbearable,” is all Siyun manages to breathe out, straightening his wrinkled tie and shirt before quickly leaving the house, throwing him a loaded glance. In the end, they wave “Bye!” to each other in sync and go about their business. Jiho lingers by the window for a while, watching as the younger man gets into a tinted black car and, within seconds, drives off beyond the gates.
It's not easy being the boyfriend of the city’s mafia boss when he’s constantly busy with his own dirty dealings. It’s especially unbearable when he’s always dressed impeccably, yet shows off that beauty somewhere outside their home, as if it were some forbidden fruit for sinful Jiho.
And how impossible it is to hold back when classic suits suit him so well. Especially when a tie is an essential, ever-present detail. Jiho craves it. No, he craves Siyun. Siyun in ties. He wants to grab it, pull him closer, and capture those familiar, delicious lips. To play with it with his long fingers, changing the tension and the force of the pull until the other gasps for air right into the kiss and, in the end, lightly bites, because no one should be allowed to have that much control over the moment.
It’s difficult when your boyfriend seems so young, yet is already self-sufficient, intelligent, handsome and… so hot. It makes you want to spend every free day and hour with him, until there’s no breath or strength left, until your legs won’t be able to hold you up for the next couple of days.
Jiho lets out a quiet groan at his own thoughts and heads to their shared bedroom, maybe to laze in bed a little longer. He deliberately wakes up earlier just to, through the haze of sleep, watch Siyun get ready – how he dresses, how he slowly buttons each button of his shirt, leaving only one undone at the top so it doesn’t choke him, and then the tie. The way he skillfully ties it, catching out of the corner of his eye, how Jiho holds his breath and swallows hard. Then the trousers that emphasize his incredibly toned thighs. And, of course, the jacket, which makes him seem almost more compact because of the black color, yet no less strict and imposing.
He doesn’t know how he’s managed to hold out without morning sex for so long in their relationship, probably only because Siyun dresses like that for work, not for him personally. Which is honestly a bit depressing.
As he heads along the second floor toward their bedroom, he passes Siyun’s office and notices the photos hanging on the walls, Siyun in those same suits again, and the blond lets out a shaky breath, swallowing hard. Jiho can’t resist and steps inside. He walks over to the desk, where a framed photograph stands: Siyun in yet another one of those damn suits. He looks so strict, authoritative, arms crossed over his chest, eyes slightly narrowed, and that damn tie. Jiho exhales sharply, trying to get a grip on the thoughts in his head, and quietly takes the framed photo with him.
“Fuck, Siyun, how can you be this perfect,” Jiho says out loud, pressing the photo tightly against his chest.
There hasn’t been any sex or even closeness between them for a long time, and he is utterly starved for it. Starved to feel those warm hands on his body, tracing every curve and hollow, squeezing in the most intimate places. The way Siyun mixes words that might sound harsh at first, yet in context come out incredibly seductive, only to then whisper in his ear what a good boy he is. A shiver runs through his body, and he collapses onto the bed, closing his eyes.
And in his mind, those images, Siyun looming over him, caressing his body, his low, husky voice by his ear, broken by soft moans. Those broad shoulders and strong thighs that captivate him so much.
Jiho lets out a quiet moan at the thought alone, his hand unconsciously drifting down to his groin. He bites his lip as his fingers slowly trail down his body and slip beneath the waistband of his shorts. That longed-for touch sends goosebumps across his skin, and he wraps his hand around himself, exhaling shakily.
His lips dry out from heavy breathing, which he greedily licks. His free hand slips under the robe, rolling a nipple between his fingers, sending waves of pleasure through his whole body. Moving rhythmically along his length, he reaches higher, gripping his own neck, his mouth falling open with a loud moan. He wishes it were Siyun's hand instead, along with that narrowed gaze and, “You like it when you’re choked that much, kitty?”
Jiho whimpers softly and gets up from the bed. Only masturbation isn’t enough, he needs something more, something deeper, something more intense that will fill him completely. He walks over to the nightstand, lets his gaze wander for a moment, then takes out a beige silicone dildo. Just looking at it sends a shiver through his body at the thought of having it inside him. Of course, nothing can replace Siyun’s real length, which never feels like enough, but at least this can ease the tension a little.
He lies down again, fully undressing first and grabbing a tube of lube. He squeezes some onto his fingers, bringing them back to spread it over himself before slowly pushing inside. His mouth parts involuntarily as he exhales softly, eyes squeezing shut. His finger moves deeper, gradually stretching muscles that have long forgotten the feeling of anything inside them. His breathing falters completely as he throws his head back, moving his hand faster. Soon he adds a second finger, moving them at an unreal pace, hoping the staff are somewhere on the first floor and can’t hear his desperate whimpers.
He turns his head to the left and picks up that same photograph, wanting to keep Siyun in his sight. Siyun drives him crazy, no matter what he’s wearing or what mood he’s in. He’s just Siyun, the one he loves so much. The one who makes him happy. The one who, despite being busy and having money, still gives his all to their relationship. And, of course, there’s his body and dick, which is always so tempting.
An idea comes to mind, and Jiho smirks slyly as he sets the photo aside and picks up his phone. He dials a well-memorized contact, pinned at the top, with a ridiculous, goofy picture as the avatar, so that if anyone ever tried to steal his phone and call the first saved contact, they’d never guess it was actually Yoon Siyun.
“Hello?” Jiho drawls sweetly, trying to keep his voice steady so he won’t give away what he’s doing. Though, in truth, he really wants to, and it’s getting harder and harder to stay in control.
“Hi, sunshine,” Siyun replies calmly, and Jiho hears him lean back in his chair. “Miss me?”
“Mhm,” the older hums, trying to hide a moan within the sound. Because yes, he loves his boyfriend’s calm, low voice, the kind that always sends shivers across his skin, and combined with his own fingers inside him, it creates an overwhelming sensation. “Are you busy?”
“For my kitten, I’ll always find time,” Siyun replies, a soft smile audible in his voice.
“Tell me something, please,” Jiho says, slipping a third finger inside himself and biting his lip to keep from making too much noise.
“What would you like me to tell you, sweetheart?” Shyun pauses briefly to think, and Jiho has to set the phone aside, turning on speaker so he can cover his mouth with his hand, he’s found his prostate and can’t stop moving against it. “I just miss you,” the younger exhales.
Jiho lets out a short whimper, as if confirming the words, and decides to finish this, he coats the dildo with lube before slowly pushing it inside.
“I’m just waiting for someone else to arrive so they can give me some information and I can finally wrap up my big plans for today,” he says, but right in the middle of his sentence, a moan slips from his mouth, his hand failing to muffle it. His eyes roll back at first, then snap open in alarm as he gasps.
“What was that?” Siyun asks, his tone suddenly serious.
Jiho stays silent in response, pushing the toy deeper until it’s fully inside him. It fills him completely, and he lets out a quiet whine, no longer even trying to hide the sounds. At this point, he just wants to hear Siyun’s voice along with everything else.
“I’m asking you again, what was that?” Siyun’s voice drops, becoming softer, lower, almost velvety, and if Jiho hadn’t gripped himself tightly at the base, he would have already come.
“Nothing,” the older answers as calmly as he can, catching his breath slightly.
“I believe I asked someone to behave, didn’t I?” Jiho is sure Siyun’s gaze has darkened to the limit, and that he’s fighting the urge to drop everything and rush to him, or at least slip away somewhere private to ease the tension. “You’re being a very bad boy, Jiho-ya.”
At those words, the older moans and starts moving the toy inside himself, immediately settling into a steady rhythm that knocks the breath from his lungs.
“Tell me, sweetheart, what are you doing right now?”
“I’m touching myself to my gorgeous boyfriend,” Jiho replies, biting his lip against the pace. He bends his knees and props the photo in front of him, resting it against his thigh so his words are completely true.
“So needy that you can’t wait until I get there? Until I step over the threshold of our home, pin you down on the bed, and spend a long time kissing your lips, your neck, your chest, leaving dark marks, licking your nipples until you’re moaning and losing your voice?”
“Fuck, Siyun, mm—” his pace quickens, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he imagines just in what completely he is going to turn after his boyfriend.
“And then I’ll move down to your pretty pink hole, licking you until you’re writhing on the bed under my tongue. You’ll be whining so loudly the entire staff will probably blush and leave the house. But I’ll keep going, not letting you finish. Because you’re a bad boy, Jiho-ya. And bad boys don’t deserve a cock.”
“Please—” the older moans, wrapping his hand around himself to push closer to the edge. He hadn’t realized just how much this conversation, and the vivid images those heated words painted in his mind, would affect him. He pushes the toy all the way in, gasping loudly and arching his back, then starts moving his hips in rhythm with his hand.
“You’re lucky, some people have just come to see me and need my attention. But know this, once I step into that room, you won’t get off so easily. Go on, you can come, kitty.”
As if on command, Jiho lets out a loud moan and comes, spilling over the glass of the photo he’s holding in his hand. Waves of sensation ripple through his body, making him tremble as he tries to regain control.
“Good boy,” comes gently through the phone, then the call ends.
Jiho breathes heavily and pulls the toy out with a soft, wet sound. The orgasm hit so fast he barely had time to register it. But what more could he ask for than those dirty words from his boyfriend, and the thrill of knowing he was getting himself off to him, without much warning, breaking all the rules. With a wide smile, he watches as his release drips down the photograph and imagines just how much trouble he’ll be in for it later. For now, he sets everything aside and gets up to take a quick shower and grab something to eat.
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He can’t sit still at home, so he decides to get dressed up a bit and go see his boyfriend in person. He’s been there more than once, and all of Siyun’s staff already know him well. Jiho orders a taxi, fixing his hair in the mirror and applying lip balm while he waits.
A soft chime signals a new message, that the car has arrived and is waiting. The blond quickly heads downstairs, slipping on a black leather jacket on the way and adjusting it, grabbing his bag at the last moment.
He rides calmly to the destination he marked as one of the nearby business centers, close to the building Siyun runs, so as not to reveal the exact location. Resting his head against the window, he watches the city pass by while not so innocent scenarios flicker through his mind.
After thanking the driver, he steps out and walks confidently down the street, turning at familiar corners and slipping through narrow alleys between buildings. He pulls up his hood to hide his blond hair from behind and heads down into a basement through a concealed entrance.
He moves through the corridors he knows by heart until a hand suddenly stops him, an arm wrapping around him from behind, across his chest. A moment later, he feels the cold press of a gun against his temple and hears the click of the hammer. A shiver runs through his body, and he freezes, waiting for what comes next, feeling the grip tighten higher, closer to his neck.
“Who are you, how did you find this place, and what do you want?” a low, dangerous, but painfully familiar, voice murmurs by his ear, leaving Jiho to let out a shaky breath as he tries to gather his thoughts.
“I came to visit my boyfriend,” Jiho replies, then lets out a sharp whimper when the person behind him tightens their grip possessively around his neck. “Fuck, Siyun—” his voice breaks, his eyes rolling back from the contact, and from the fact that a loaded gun is still pressed right against his temple.
The man turns him around to face him, his expression at first open and relieved, genuinely glad it’s Jiho, before it hardens. He steps closer, nearly pressing their foreheads together.
“Did someone miss me so much they decided to show up here?” Siyun pulls down his hood and, brushing lightly over his hair and cheeks, tilts his chin downward so their eyes meet.
“I always miss you,” Jiho bites his lip and lets his gaze drop lower, hooking his long fingers under the tie, only to be met with a warning aim directed straight at his throat. At that, the older just chuckles softly and raises his hands in a gesture of innocence.
“You like it when things are played on the edge between life and death, don’t you?” Siyun suggests with a sly smile, lifting his chin with the weapon. “How convenient that you’re my boyfriend, I can turn that into something interesting. Someday.” Jiho swallows hard and looks back at him with a challenge in his eyes.
Siyun exhales and tells one of his subordinates, who had been standing nearby, to take him to a certain room while he handles something first. The room greets him with dim lighting and the soft scent of aromatic candles lined up on a stand. In the center stands a large bed with dark green sheets, and Jiho can already imagine how striking pale marks would look against them.
A couple of minutes later, he hears the door open and turns toward the sound with a wide smile.
“Hi, love,” he immediately moves closer, draping his long arms around his neck, half-hanging onto him. At the same time, strong hands steady him by his narrow waist so he doesn’t fall.
His gaze grows hazy, his breathing uneven, because along with that impeccable suit, Siyun has put on those damn image glasses that always drive Jiho insane. Even with perfect vision, he wears them just to tease him, fully aware of the effect they have.
“Explain to me why you’re so incredible,” the blond says, straightening for a moment before grabbing his tie and pulling him closer, but not kissing him. Instead, he tilts his head slightly, playing with the tension, his breaths lingering close to those lips as his eyes narrow.
“I could ask you the same thing,” the younger exhales, tightening his grip on Jiho’s waist before sliding his hands lower, tracing over his hips through the denim.
Jiho doesn’t wait a second, he pushes him down onto the bed, then pulls him closer by the tie. From this angle, he seems taller, and a flicker of control spreads through him, though the narrowed look in Siyun’s eyes makes it clear that not all of it belongs to him. He’s waiting, watching, testing how far Jiho will go.
“Decided to play, kitty?”
Jiho just smiles wide and crashes into his lips, kissing him hard, with all the pent-up feeling and heat. He licks, nips at them, gripping the tie tighter as he feels warm hands slide up along his thighs and slip beneath his shirt.
“Incredible,” Siyun growls into the kiss. He lands a sharp smack on Jiho’s backside, making him gasp loudly as shivers race along his body.
The brunette helps strip him out of his clothes, watching as the leather jacket goes first, then the t-shirt, and finally the jeans, and… fuck. Nothing underneath. Siyun’s gaze grows heavier, darker. Meanwhile, Jiho looks almost innocent, as if it’s perfectly normal not to bother with underwear when you know you’ll just have to take it off anyway.
“On your knees,” the younger says, and Jiho obediently lowers himself, looking up with wide, almost puppy-like eyes. But if you look closer, there’s something far more mischievous dancing underneath.
Siyun stands, pulling a gun from his pocket and turning it slowly in his hands, catching curious stare. He steps closer, brushing Jiho’s cheek with his hand, sliding down to his chin, then tracing his thumb over his swollen lower lip, tugging it lightly. Jiho holds his gaze the entire time, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips.
A shiver runs across his skin at the sight of the black gun in his hands as Siyun circles behind him, lightly dragging the weapon along the dip of his spine, making him twitch and arch even more. Then he leans in, tracing it from Jiho’s chest up to his chin, lifting his head so their eyes meet.
“Someone’s such a bad boy, showing up without warning and scaring his boyfriend. And bad boys need to be punished for breaking the rules,” he says, pausing briefly. “If you don’t behave… there’ll be a ‘bang.’” He presses the gun to his temple with a quiet imitation of the sound.
Jiho smiles wide, clearly enjoying every second of it. He waits until Siyun lets him go, then places his hands behind his back and leans closer to his zipper. Catching the tab between his teeth, helping a little with his tongue, he pulls it down. A sharp exhale comes from above, and Jiho sees how Siyun closes his eyes for a moment, struggling to contain everything running through his mind and body.
After all, the blond helps himself with his hands, undoing the button and freeing him from his underwear. He strokes him a couple of times, then takes the head into his mouth, placing his hands back behind his back, crossing them for balance. He moves slowly at first, taking more with each motion. Siyun exhales sharply, threading his fingers into Jiho’s hair. Jiho only hums softly, surrendering to the guiding hand that controls the pace and depth.
“You’re unbearable,” Siyun groans, keeping his eyes locked on him. “So naughty… and just as desirable.”
He lets Jiho continue until his eyes start to roll back from the rhythm and his knees nearly give out. Then Siyun pulls him away, watching with a dark fascination as saliva trails down his chin and his lips are flushed a deeper, vivid pink.
Jiho rises from his knees and pushes him onto the bed, climbing over him and capturing those familiar lips again. The kiss lingers, hands roaming over each other’s bodies, tongues deepening it further as they breathe and move in sync.
Siyun lifts himself slightly to sit more comfortably and immediately leans down to those nipples, as if they’re coated in honey, kissing them, teasing them with his tongue until Jiho has no thoughts left except Siyun’s name and his own moans.
Jiho arches into him, pressing the brunette’s head closer to make sure he gets every bit of that pleasure. He shifts his hips, their lengths brushing against each other, and he moans loudly, catching Siyun’s own sound against his swollen nipple. Unable to hold back, he pushes him onto his back again, pinning his hands to the mattress.
“What are you up to?” Siyun asks slyly, narrowing his eyes.
“You’re going to ruin me with that voice one day,” Jiho says, and when the brunette tries to respond, he presses a finger across his lips to silence him. “Don’t.” He pauses, breathing heavier. “And you look ridiculously good in those ties. They drive me out of my mind, I lose all the fucking control.” As he speaks, he wraps the tie around his hand, giving it a light tug, not enough to pull him up, just enough to keep him close.
“Do you want me to wear them more often?” Siyun asks, tilting his head slightly to catch those eyes from a different angle.
“Then you’ll have to quit your job, because you won’t have time for it with how many times per minute I fucking want you.”
Jiho grabs the lube and pours some onto his fingers, spreading it along Siyun, drawing a sharp exhale from him as his eyes flutter shut. While Siyun is focused on those steady strokes, Jiho shifts closer, and in the next moment, begins lowering himself onto him.
“Hey, wait—” the younger doesn’t even manage to finish before he’s enveloped in a deep, overwhelming warmth that welcomes him without resistance. “Fuck, when did you even,,” he groans, throwing his head back and gripping Jiho’s hips.
“While I was sweetly talking to you,” Jiho replies in a slightly breathless but sly tone, adjusting to the overwhelming fullness. “Someone’s always disappearing at work, so I have to entertain myself, with my fingers… and then with toys.”
He starts moving, keeping his motions shallow at first, easing into it, then gradually picking up the pace, breathing out loudly, the air breaking into soft, short moans.
He’s been waiting for this for so long, for the moment he’d finally feel him inside, something no toy could ever compare to. Because it’s his boyfriend, and to him Siyun is perfect in every way.
Jiho lets his long fingers trail over the body beneath him, then wraps the tie around his hand again. The feel of the fabric between his fingers, that sense of control, it makes his head spin, and he moves faster, almost frenzied as he rides him.
“Someone’s been a bad boy and didn’t follow the rules?” Siyun finally speaks, opening his hazy eyes and landing a few sharp smacks on Jiho’s backside, making him cry out each time.
“No, I’ve been very good,” Jiho protests, biting his lip and gripping his firm chest tighter.
Siyun steadies him by the waist and sits up, settling into a more comfortable position. He kisses him, then trails down along his neck and collarbones, giving attention to his nipples, already marked with dark bruises. Jiho shifts into slow, circular movements of his hips, drawing heavy breaths from both of them.
Siyun delivers another loud smack, then another, and another, feeling the way Jiho tightens in response. Jiho starts moving again, even if it’s not entirely comfortable, because staying still is unbearable when he’s filled like this by the man he loves.
He moves faster, whining softly as he crashes into his lips, swallowing every sound in the kiss. His arms wrap around Siyun’s neck as he presses closer, craving as much contact as possible. Jiho pushes the glasses off him somewhere toward the pillows and keeps kissing, feeling Siyun’s hands tighten on his sides as he begins to move his hips in response, adding more intensity.
They fall into a rhythm like a perfectly tuned mechanism, and Jiho’s head spins from the overload of sensation. He moans loudly, letting out small, broken sounds when Siyun bites his lip, neither of them willing to pull away even for a second. After a moment, Jiho slows, then pushes the brunette back onto the bed again, tugging his pants down past his knees, the fabric brushing against his damp skin had become irritating.
Shyun watches him with a captivated gaze. A faint blush spreads across Jiho’s cheeks, contrasting with his dark, hazy eyes, while strands of hair cling to his damp forehead, he brushes them back slightly so they won’t get in the way.
He keeps moving, moaning at the sensation of his nipples being rolled and tugged between fingers. The sounds catch in his throat as he throws his head back, turning rougher, more strained, almost broken.
Siyun starts meeting him with his hips, driving up into him, and tenses slightly when Jiho suddenly collapses forward, bracing himself with his hands on either side of his head. Jiho presses their foreheads together and exhales.
“Fuck. Take me the way you want. I’m tired.”
“As you wish, kitty.”
With that, Siyun pulls him into another kiss and pushes himself up into a sitting position. He grips Jiho more securely by the legs and stands. Pulled down by gravity, Jiho sinks even deeper, right to the base, letting out a loud, helpless moan as he clutches Siyun’s shoulders to keep from slipping. And maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t have minded going even deeper, if that were somehow possible.
Siyun keeps moving while standing, awkward, maybe, but intensely satisfying for both of them, more than worth enduring for a few thrusts. Especially with the way Jiho whimpers so sweetly against his ear, biting at his neck and leaving behind a dark mark.
The younger turns on the spot and throws him back onto the bed, looming over him as he starts thrusting into him again with renewed force.
“Oh God—!” Jiho cries out, because now every thrust hits exactly where it should, making his eyes roll back again and again from the intensity.
The blond tugs him closer by the tie, swallowing his moans in another kiss, gripping his shoulder tightly with his other hand, arm hooked around his neck. Siyun answers just as fiercely, not slowing his pace, pulling every sound from him.
Maybe they should have tried to keep it quieter, but instead, he straightens slightly and wraps his hand around Jiho’s throat. Jiho chokes on a moan at the sudden pressure.
“Faster! Harder! I’m close—!” Jiho moans, throwing away any thought about being too loud or the fact that there are plenty of people in the building who will probably look at them differently later. It doesn’t matter, this man gives him so much pleasure that he’s ready to deal with anything, as long as Siyun keeps bringing him to this state again and again.
Siyun gives in to every demand, pushing him further, driving him right to the edge until stars burst behind his eyes. Jiho grips his shoulders tightly, throwing his head back and moaning loudly despite the hand at his throat. His body jolting as release hits him, white spilling from him.
“Fuck… good boy,” Siyun growls, feeling the body beneath him tremble, muscles tightening around him, giving him no space to slow down.
“Inside me, please,” Jiho manages, breathless, wanting to feel that warmth fill him completely.
After a few deep, uneven thrusts, Siyun finishes with a loud moan. Warmth fills Jiho, and a blissful smile spreads across his face. They kiss, slow, deep, and tender, fingers tangling in each other’s hair, gently massaging.
Siyun pulls out and watches, captivated, as it slowly slips out of him. He brushes a finger along it, as if to push it back. No. He changes his mind. Instead, he gathers some on his fingers and slides them back inside, drawing a loud whine from Jiho, before bringing them up to his lips.
“Lick,” he says.
Jiho obediently parts his lips and begins to clean them, sucking carefully, making sure not a single drop is left. Siyun watches, transfixed, his gaze still hazy, barely blinking. It feels almost wrong to look away, like Jiho somehow becomes even more beautiful like this, after everything. A warm feeling spreads through him at the thought that he’s the one who brought him to this state.
Wanting to give him even more, he slowly pulls his fingers from Jiho’s mouth with a soft sound and lowers himself to his knees on the floor. Adjusting for a better angle, he spreads him gently and leans in, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to his sensitive skin.
“Fuck! Siyun!" Jiho moans loudly, grabbing onto his hair. He presses at his forehead, trying to push him away, but Siyun only grips his thighs tighter and pulls himself closer instead. His body is still overly sensitive, every nerve ending sparking with heat. “Ah! Too much—” the older whines, but gives in, knowing Siyun won’t stop anyway. Siyun keeps going, focused and thorough, not missing anything he can reach.
He takes his time, savoring the taste, a quiet, pleased hum slipping from him. Looking up from under his brows at Jiho, so overstimulated, so he smiles wider. He presses his tongue deeper, as far as he can, intent and unhurried, until Jiho’s sounds grow louder again, his body tensing as that heavy warmth starts building low in his stomach once more.
“Think you can come a second time?” Siyun asks, pulling back slightly, his finger tracing slow circles around him.
“Only if you try hard enough,” Jiho breathes out, a clear challenge in his tone.
“Brat.”
Siyun lands a sharp smack against his thigh and dives back in, pushing his tongue inside. The room fills with wet sounds and Jiho’s loud, broken whines. Siyun’s hands slide along the insides of his thighs, then drag lightly with his nails, pulling a hoarse moan from him and sending shivers across his body. He adds his thumb, pressing inside, and Jiho feels like he’s completely losing his mind from the sensation.
“I’m close, mhm” the blond whimpers, biting his lip and gripping tighter into Siyun’s hair, making sure he doesn’t dare pull away.
“Touch yourself,” Siyun allows, not stopping, even as the intensity begins to strain his jaw from the pace.
Jiho lets go of everything and wraps his hand around himself, the one that had just been tangled in Siyun’s hair. He matches his rhythm to the movements inside him, moaning loudly, biting down on his finger to muffle the sound. It only takes a few more perfectly aligned motions before he comes again, spilling over his hand and stomach.
Siyun pulls back with a satisfied look, wiping away the moisture gathered along his lips and cheeks. He rises from his knees and presses a soft kiss to Jiho’s hip before stepping away to grab tissues and clean him up.
He helps him pull at least his pants back on, then leaves him lying there, recovering from the intensity of two orgasms.
“I’ll go deal with a few things and send someone to bring you something to drink and eat,” Siyun says, already dressing himself – underwear, trousers, adjusting his shirt and tie, his jacket simply draped over his arm. “Rest for now, kitty, and eat something. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
He leaves Jiho alone, and after taking a deep breath, Jiho curls onto his side, a wide smile spreading across his face as he lightly taps the bed. He’s overwhelmed with everything that’s happened in the past half hour, quietly giggling as he recalls the lingering taste on his lips.
A few minutes later, a familiar young guy, who is Siyun’s subordinate, comes in, hands him a drink and some food, then quickly slips out, closing the door behind him before even hearing the soft “thank you.” Jiho is left to eat in peace, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone while waiting for his boyfriend to finish up.
After a long thirty minutes, stretching like forever, Siyyun finally walks into the room, announcing that they can head home. Jiho immediately perks up, jumping off the bed and hurrying toward the exit first, glancing back over his shoulder just in time to catch the bright smile on Siyun’s face as he watches him bounce ahead.
Once they’re home, Jiho heads straight for the shower, while Siyun goes to the bedroom to change out of his business clothes into something more comfortable. He shrugs off his jacket and trousers, loosens his tie, and unbuttons the top of his shirt,then notices the same toy on the nightstand… and that familiar photo that was supposed to be in his office. Except something about it is off. He steps closer and sees the dried white stains, and a strange heat starts spreading through his body.
“Jiho!” Siyun calls out sharply, his voice firm and dangerous, loud enough to be heard over the sound of running water.
A shiver runs down Jiho’s spine at that tone, and he immediately understands — he’s been caught. There’s probably no point even finishing his shower or getting dressed… because in a moment, he’s definitely going to be punnished for it.