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Doyoung likes to think he's a good person. He doesn't cut lines, he doesn't yell at cashiers, he pays his taxes. He'll even work off the clock to help his coworkers reach critical deadlines when they really need to. He's put more into this world than he's taken out of it. His karmic balance is in the green. He is a good person.
It's unfair the world decided to pay him back for all his efforts with Jung Jaehyun.
Jung fucking Jaehyun. He's head of marketing here at Neo Culture Tech, twenty-nine years old and 180 cm of buzzing wasps in the form of a man. His hair is a delicious dark copper brown, sitting in perfect waves swept away from his forehead. His eyes are warm and expressive, his lips plush and coral pink. He sits behind his big oak desk in his big shiny office, eyes scanning the document in his hands.
Standing before his desk, Doyoung chafes. He knows Jaehyun is doing this on purpose. He knows Jaehyun asked for the printed copy of this file, and had the request directed through Doyoung's department just to make Doyoung come up to the twelfth floor to deliver it in person. He does everything on purpose. Every single thing he does that drives Doyoung insane with frustration, Jaehyun does it on purpose.
Doyoung hates Jung Jaehyun.
“Are you sure these are the right figures?” Jaehyun asks, finally breaking the silence.
“Positive,” Doyoung says. He's trying so hard not to grind his teeth.
Jaehyun hums, and Doyoung wants to scream. What does that mean? Is it a good hum or a bad hum? He called Doyoung to his office just to hum at him, and he won't even explain what he means.
The man leans back and stretches his arms. The material of his white shirt stretches across his firm chest, clings to his broad shoulders and along his toned biceps. The top two buttons on Jaehyun's shirt are open, revealing the tiniest glimpse of his collarbones. Doyoung has to bite back a remark. He knows it’s all on purpose. This is why he can't stand Jaehyun.
“Thank you, Mr. Kim,” Jaehyun says. “You may go.” He stops, raises an eyebrow. “Unless there’s something you want to say?”
“No,” Doyoung says. And then, because Jaehyun is in a higher position even if he’s not his boss, “Sir.”
Jaehyun smiles, all dimples and sweetness, and Doyoung seethes even more. He bows stiffly and walks out of the office.
By the time Doyoung returns to his cubicle on the tenth floor, he's fuming. Being around Jaehyun always does that to him. The man gets on all of Doyoung's nerves, tweaking them up to 11 and setting him on edge for the rest of the day.
He can't pinpoint what it is about Jaehyun that drives him crazy. His very existence gets Doyoung fired up.
He’s in a bad mood all morning, and during lunch break he complains to his best friend Taeyong about the bane of his existence. “I can't stand that asshole,” he says, stabbing at his rice with his chopsticks. “I swear he exists to make my life hell. He's always asking us to send data up to him, printed out and in person, for no other reason than to annoy the shit out of everyone.”
“You need to get rid of all that pent up energy,” Donghyuck says with a sigh. “It’s not healthy being this horny this long.”
“Shut up,” Doyoung snaps. “What the hell are you doing here anyway? Go eat with the rest of HR.”
“It's boring there,” Donghyuck says, shrugging. “It's way more fun seeing you all worked up. Let me guess, Mr. Jung had his collar unbuttoned? You're gonna be pissy the rest of the day.”
Two buttons undone, actually, but Doyoung isn't going to tell Donghyuck that. He only noticed because it was inappropriate office wear, no other reason.
“Leave off, Hyuck,” Taeyong says. “You know Doie hates having to go up to other floors.”
“He volunteered,” Ten says.
Doyoung glares at his colleague sitting opposite. “He sent the request to our section,” he says. “I had to go.”
“You could've sent Taeyong,” Ten says.
“And sent him to meet that bastard alone? What do you take me for?” Doyoung demands.
“I don’t mind seeing Mr. Jung,” Taeyong says unhelpfully.
“Well, I mind,” Doyoung snaps. “I’m doing you all a favor.”
Donghyuck spots Jungwoo, newest sales department hire and human embodiment of innocent puppy energy, and waves him over to join them at their table. “Can you do your dick a favor and just fuck him already?” he says casually.
“Him? Are you insane?” Doyoung demands, sputtering. “Why the hell would I ever want to fuck Jung Jaehyun?”
What is so great about Jung Jaehyun anyway? Doyoung can’t imagine anyone wanting to spend ten minutes with the man, much less let him put his dick in them. Donghyuck is crazy thinking Doyoung would ever let Jaehyun get near him. And fuck him? Doyoung can’t think of anything he’d rather do less. Besides, he’s sure Jaehyun is awful at sex and has a micro penis to match. He looks exactly like the type.
“Hi, everyone,” Jungwoo says sweetly, sliding into an empty chair. “Are we talking about Jung Jaehyun and his monster cock?”
Doyoung’s brain shuts down.
It’s like some switch in his head flips, and he stops thinking. It takes some time starting back up like an old DOS computer rebooting, all the programs restarting one by one, until enough of them are running for him to formulate a coherent thought. “What?” he explodes.
Jungwoo stops mid-conversation with Ten. “What, you don’t know?”
“How the hell do you?” Doyoung demands.
“My roommate in college knew someone he dated,” Jungwoo says. “She said he’s packing.”
Doyoung’s sure the room is spinning. “That’s not true,” he says, but no one’s listening. They’re all gathered around Jungwoo, thirsty for more Jaehyun gossip. Doyoung finds himself leaning in too.
“When she didn’t have classes the next morning he used to stay over and go all night,” Jungwoo says. “One time he ate her out for hours. She couldn’t walk the next morning.”
“That’s impossible,” Ten says, but his eyes are gleaming. “For real?”
“For real,” Jungwoo says. He sips from his Snoopy water bottle.
“We don’t know that,” Doyoung says. “We don’t—I mean, she could be lying.”
“Why would she lie about that?” Jungwoo asks. “Apparently he was famous in his department for his bedroom skills and massive dick.”
“That’s not true,” Doyoung hisses. “He doesn’t have a big dick.”
“How do you know?” Donghyuck asks innocently.
Doyoung opens his mouth and closes it. He doesn’t. He doesn’t know Jaehyun does not have a monstrously huge cock. He doesn’t know Jaehyun does not like to eat his partners out until they’re a shuddering, moaning mess under his tongue. He doesn’t know Jaehyun is not some sort of sex god.
“I thought he was gay,” Taeyong says. His voice sounds far away to Doyoung’s ears, his brain is too full.
“He’s bi,” Jungwoo says knowledgeably. “He used to have a thing with one of the guys in the debate team too, my roommate said. He had to skip an event because he couldn’t sit in a chair after Jaehyun fucked him.”
Doyoung’s brain switches off again.
If Doyoung could make one person disappear off the face of the Earth, his first pick would obviously be Jung Jaehyun. His second pick is now Kim Jungwoo.
He can’t stop thinking about what the man said. Is it true? Is Jung Jaehyun actually stupidly good at sex? Does he possess a gigantic dick?
Doyoung wants to deny it and pretend like he never heard it, but it gets very difficult because it turns out that’s the only thing anyone wants to talk about. Gossip spreads like wildfire at Neo Culture Tech, and within days everyone’s talking about Jaehyun and his monster dick.
“Stop asking me,” Mark whines. “I don’t know. I don’t wanna know.”
“You’re his assistant, of course you know,” Donghyuck insists. “Come on, look at Doyoung hyung. He’s dying of curiosity.”
“I am not,” Doyoung snaps.
And he’s not. He doesn’t care if Jaehyun really is hung. He doesn’t care if Jaehyun is supposedly dedicated to his partners having a good time, if he can give enough orgasms to temporarily paralyze someone. Doyoung doesn’t care.
But he can’t stop thinking about it.
“You need to get laid,” Taeyong says one day, watching Doyoung grind his teeth while Ten and Jungwoo discuss college rumors of Jaehyun and his tongue skills.
Doyoung hates to admit it, but his friend might be right. With his busy work life and his not very social personality, Doyoung isn’t getting dicked down regularly. Maybe he does have too much pent up energy. It would explain why he’s suddenly become obsessed with Jaehyun and whatever he’s got in his pants.
So Doyoung decides he’s going to fix that. Thursday night he takes his time shaving and trimming and cleaning himself up. He’s going out with Taeyong and Ten on Friday night and having fun and hopefully getting laid.
Friday morning Doyoung gets up a little early and takes an extra long shower. He's a little tense at the thought of going out to a rowdy club and jerks off under the water to take the edge off. It's supposed to be a quick session but he ends up dragging it out, even spending some quality time with his favorite dildo. He imagines getting pounded by a man with strong hands and dark brown hair, but refuses to put a face to him.
When Doyoung walks into work he’s pumped and ready for the day ahead. He only needs to get through the day, and then he can go home for a quick change of clothes and back out to a busy club. As Taeyong tells him all the time, he’s hot. He’ll show off his tiny waist and broad shoulders and get himself a one-night man, and forget all about Jaehyun.
He gets one hour in his cubicle before he gets a call from his boss. Doyoung is in a good mood and picks up with almost a smile.
“Head of marketing wants to see you,” he says.
Doyoung’s good mood burns up in a great ball of flames. “Why?” he asks. Why does Jaehyun want to see him?
“No idea,” his boss says. “He asked for you specifically. Taeyong can take over your accounts for the morning.”
For a moment Doyoung thinks of protesting. And then he decides, fuck it. If Jaehyun wants to see Doyoung, he’ll see him. Doyoung’s going to march over to his office and let him have it. They’re in different departments, Jaehyun’s not his boss, and Doyoung thinks he’s justified in giving Jaehyun what he deserves.
So he takes the elevator up to the twelfth floor, storms across the open plan workspace, and right up to Jaehyun’s office door. He ignores Mark’s perplexed look as he knocks on the door.
“Enter,” Jaehyun calls from inside. Even that gets Doyoung pissed off. What does he think he is, some kind of vampire? Doyoung fixes his expression and enters the office, closing the door behind him.
Inside he’s greeted with the view of Jaehyun leaning against his desk, sleeves of his sky blue shirt rolled up his forearms, copper hair swept away from his forehead. He smiles and stands up straight when he sees Doyoung. “Mr. Kim, thanks for coming so quick,” he says, dimples deep in his cheeks.
The sight is infuriating. Doyoung wants nothing more than to wipe that smile off his face. “You wanted to see me?” he asks instead, trying to keep his cool.
“Yes,” Jaehyun says. “What is everyone saying about me?”
Of all the things Doyoung could’ve expected, this is not it. “Huh?” he says, very intelligently.
“I know the newest round of work gossip is about me,” Jaehyun says. “I want to know what everyone’s talking about.”
They're talking about Jaehyun’s gigantic dick, that’s what they're talking about. Doyoung’s words stick in his mouth and don’t come out. “That’s why you called me to your office?” he asks. “So I could snitch on my coworkers?”
“So it’s something bad,” Jaehyun says, eyes lighting up.
He’s doing it on purpose. He has to be doing it on purpose. Jaehyun does everything on purpose, he’s pretending like he doesn’t know to make Doyoung say everyone thinks he has a monster dick. “Depends on what you consider bad,” Doyoung says, sauntering up to Jaehyun. He rests his ass against the edge of Jaehyun’s desk and crosses his arms. “Though I guess it depends on if it’s true.”
Jaehyun raises one perfect eyebrow. “If what’s true?”
“If the rumor’s true,” Doyoung says.
“Doyoung,” Jaehyun says, and to Doyoung’s horror he looks genuinely desperate. “Mark refuses to tell me, and when I asked Johnny he laughed. I asked to see you because I knew you’d tell me the truth, no matter how bad it is.”
He doesn’t know. Doyoung wants to convince himself Jaehyun’s pretending, but it doesn’t seem like it anymore. He opens his mouth and closes it without a sound.
“Doyoung,” Jaehyun says.
Shit. Doyoung doesn’t know what to say. Jaehyun really doesn’t know that the only thing Doyoung hears during lunch now are detailed arguments on whether or not Jaehyun’s dick is huge. A sweat breaks out on the back of Doyoung’s neck, and he’s suddenly aware that he’s really close to Jaehyun now, close enough for Jaehyun to reach out and grab him around the waist. A part of him wants to make some bullshit excuse and flee, but Kim Doyoung is no coward. Jaehyun wants the truth from Doyoung, and Doyoung is going to give it to him.
“Well,” he says finally. “Well. You’re right. They are talking about you.”
“What about me?” Jaehyun asks eagerly. He leans in a little, and it makes everything worse.
“Apparently there were rumors about you when you were in college,” Doyoung says, looking at a point on the wall behind Jaehyun.
“What kind of rumors?” Jaehyun asks, confused.
Doyoung doesn’t answer, but his body betrays him. His gaze drops to Jaehyun’s crotch.
By the time he drags it back up, it’s too late. Jaehyun’s eyes are on him, and he knows.
“What are you looking at?” Jaehyun asks quietly, smile spreading on his face.
“Nothing,” Doyoung forces out. His eyes start going down Jaehyun's body again, drawn like a magnet, and he has to wrench his gaze up to meet Jaehyun's eyes again. He's pathetically obvious and he knows it. Jaehyun watches him like a bird of prey sizing up its next meal. Doyoung heats up under the attention.
“You know, if you're really curious…” Jaehyun trails off, lets Doyoung fill in the blanks. And Doyoung's brain obliges, feeding him images of Jaehyun, Jaehyun naked, tearing Doyoung's clothes off right here in his office and fucking him on the heavy wooden table he has his ass against at this very moment. He's mortified to find his cock twitching with interest.
Jaehyun leans in, resting his weight on one hand on the table. He’s deep in Doyoung’s personal space, so close Doyoung can catch a whiff of expensive cologne. The scent is maddening. “Do you want to know if the rumors are true?” he asks, voice low.
Fire licks up the sides of Doyoung’s body. “I don’t care,” he says. He refuses to back down.
“I think you care a lot,” Jaehyun says with a smirk. It’s infuriating. “I think you’ve been thinking about it a long time. I think you'd get on your knees for me right now if I asked you to.”
Doyoung doesn’t say anything. His pointless denials are stuck.
“You know, I’ve heard rumors about you too,” Jaehyun says, moving in even closer. “I heard you’re irritated and worked up every time I call you up to my office. I’ve even heard you’re so desperate for me you’d let me fuck you raw right here.”
Doyoung sputters in rage, but before he can speak Jaehyun is even closer, face inches from his.
“I’m curious if those rumors really are true,” he murmurs, breath fanning against Doyoung’s lips.
He’s not sure who makes the first move. But Doyoung’s mouth is pressed against Jaehyun’s, and he’s licking into it, tasting every bit of it he can reach. Jaehyun moves to crowd Doyoung against the table, and Doyoung’s hands go up to his shoulders to hold on as he kisses him desperately. The kiss is wet and filthy. Jaehyun bites and licks at Doyoung’s lower lip, drawing a moan from him, before he moves down to attach his mouth to the column of his neck. His hand is quick to undo the top buttons on Doyoung’s shirt and pull off his tie while the other moves around to hold him at his slender waist.
Doyoung gets one second to register that this is a bad idea before Jaehyun presses a palm to his crotch and drives away all other thoughts.
“Jaehyun,” he gasps out, rolling his hips against Jaehyun’s firm hand.
“Jaehyun? What happened to sir?” Jaehyun’s voice is smug.
“Shut up,” Doyoung says. He remembers why he hates Jung Jaehyun so much, even as he grinds his erection against his fingers.
Jaehyun chuckles, and takes his hand off where he was palming Doyoung’s clothed dick. Doyoung’s already stuttering out a plea or an apology when Jaehyun pulls off his own tie and then undoes the first three buttons on his shirt, a smirk on his face.
Jaehyun gets down on his knees and Doyoung’s mouth goes dry.
He mouths at Doyoung’s rapidly hardening cock through his slacks, while his hands are busy with Doyoung’s belt. In seconds it's off and on the floor, and soon after his slacks and underwear follow, Jaehyun almost tenderly lifting Doyoung’s feet one by one out of them to push them aside. Doyoung is left half naked and exposed in Jaehyun’s office, Jaehyun kneeling in front of him.
“So pretty,” Jaehyun says, and he takes Doyoung’s cock in his mouth.
Doyoung lets out a choked out cry. Jaehyun’s mouth is warm and wet, his tongue working along the underside of his shaft. He wraps his fingers around the base of Doyoung’s cock while his mouth works at the head, licking up and along the veins, closing his lips around the tip and sucking. Doyoung whines, high pitched and keen, hands clenching as he fights the urge to bury them in Jaehyun’s hair.
Jaehyun pulls off Doyoung’s cock with a lewd pop. “Control yourself, princess,” he says. “We wouldn’t want anyone outside to hear you.”
Automatically Doyoung’s eyes go to the office door. It’s unlocked, he remembers. Someone could walk in at any moment and see them. The thought has the heat intensifying in Doyoung's gut.
He's distracted by Jaehyun's hand on his bare thigh, maneuvering it to sit on his shoulder. Doyoung backs up and onto the table as Jaehyun takes his erection back into his warm mouth. Doyoung's fingers scramble for purchase on the smooth wood, table top cold under his naked ass, one leg wrapped around Jaehyun and urging him closer.
And Jaehyun obliges. His eyes flutter closed and he sinks onto Doyoung's cock, taking it deeper and deeper. Doyoung feels the tip hit the back of his mouth, and then Jaehyun's swallowing it into the tightness of his throat.
“Fuck,” he cries out. “Fuck, Jaehyun, Jaehyun, so good.”
Jaehyun hums, pleased, and the vibrations travel up Doyoung's length and drive him closer to throwing away his sanity. He grabs Jaehyun's soft hair with both hands, struggling to keep his hips still and not thrust into that tight heat.
Jaehyun swallows around Doyoung's cock once more, and Doyoung whimpers out a broken sob before he can stop himself. Jaehyun slowly pulls off, but stays close, holding Doyoung's dripping length in one hand as he licks up along the shaft. His other hand is on Doyoung's thigh on his shoulder, stroking with maddeningly light touches.
“You can fuck my mouth if you want,” Jaehyun says. He presses a kiss to the tip of Doyoung's cock. “I want to see you fall apart.”
Doyoung gasps out another choked sound as Jaehyun presses the tip of his tongue against the slit, and then moves lower to lick at the base of the head where he's most sensitive. “No,” he says, and he's mortified when it comes out like a sob. “No, Jaehyun, wait.”
Jaehyun removes his mouth from Doyoung's dick and looks up at him. “What's wrong?” he asks, concerned. “Do you want to stop?”
“I want you to fuck me,” Doyoung says.
He's not sure when he became so shameless. He only knows he has to have Jaehyun's cock, he has to have it inside him or he'll never be satisfied. It's wiped out every other need and desire he's ever had or will ever have. Doyoung's entire hierarchy of needs is Jung Jaehyun's dick.
Jaehyun looks up at him from where he's on his knees between his spread legs, and frowns. “I can't,” he says.
“What do you mean, you can't?” Doyoung demands. “Fuck me, you asshole.”
“I'd love to, princess,” Jaehyun says, running his fingers up and down Doyoung's unblemished thigh. “But I don't keep lube in my office, and I can't fuck you dry. I'd hurt you.”
“I don't care,” Doyoung says stubbornly.
“But I do,” Jaehyun says. He kisses the inside of Doyoung's thigh, nosing up to where it's most sensitive. “Let me take care of you another way.”
He hikes Doyoung's legs higher, until his feet leave the floor. Doyoung falls back against the table, propping himself up on his elbows. There's a mess of papers under him but he can't bring himself to care, not when he feels Jaehyun's lips at the base of his cock, his fingers wrapped around the head. Doyoung whines as Jaehyun mouths at his balls, attentive, tender almost.
“I hate you,” he says, panting. “I can't fucking stand you.”
“I know.” Jaehyun sounds amused, and then he licks a wide stripe up Doyoung's cock from base to tip. His hand moves up Doyoung's thigh to grope his ass, and then his movements stop. “Oh?”
“What?” Doyoung snaps, trying to sit up.
“You're all stretched out, princess,” Jaehyun says. His fingertips dance over Doyoung's entrance, making him shudder. “Were you having fun with someone else?”
There's a possessive edge to his voice that has Doyoung's toes curling. “No,” he says. “I touched myself in the shower this morning.”
Jaehyun groans like Doyoung just said the hottest thing possible. “You must've looked so beautiful, opening yourself up,” he says, lazily stroking Doyoung's erection just enough to keep him sated. “Were you thinking of me while you touched yourself?”
“No,” Doyoung says, and he's not sure if he's lying or not.
Jaehyun hums. “I don't believe you,” he says. “You were begging for my cock just a minute ago.”
“And you refused to give it to me,” Doyoung snaps.
“I did,” Jaehyun admits, and he runs his tongue over Doyoung's hole.
He doesn't tease. His hand spreads Doyoung's cheeks apart for access, and then his tongue is thrusting inside, deeper than should be possible. Doyoung moans before he remembers himself and tries to swallow his sounds down. Jaehyun seems at home between his legs, eating him out like a three course meal, jerking him off at the same time.
“Jaehyun, please,” Doyoung says, and he's not sure what he's asking for. “Please, fuck, yes, yes.”
Jaehyun groans, low and rich, and works his tongue inside Doyoung one last time before detaching himself. Seconds later Doyoung feels two fingers slide in, eased by the spit and the earlier stretch. He groans and tugs at his hair with his hands.
“You're so fucking hot,” Jaehyun says, breath on Doyoung's dripping erection. “So tight around my fingers. You'd squeeze my cock so well.” His fingers feel around inside Doyoung as his tongue works up his shaft. Jaehyun suckles at the tip for a second before pulling off. “Do you think you could take my cock, princess? Do you think I wouldn't break you in half?”
Doyoung can't make any coherent reply, the only sounds leaving his lips breathless pants and stifled moans. He feels Jaehyun's fingers deep inside, and they brush against where he needs them, sending a jolt of delicious electricity up his spine.
“There?” Jaehyun says, smug. “Is this where my princess wants me?”
After that Doyoung doesn't stand a chance. Jaehyun attacks his prostate relentlessly, mouth hot and wet and eager around his cock at the same time, and Doyoung can't hold back anymore. The heat in his gut explodes and his back arches off the table as he hits climax, spilling into Jaehyun's throat. Jaehyun works him through his orgasm, swallowing every last drop. A little escapes from the corner of his mouth, and he wipes it off with a fingertip and licks it clean.
“You're disgusting,” Doyoung says, chest heaving, limp and exhausted on the table.
Jaehyun shrugs and grins. He pulls Doyoung upright and into his arms, his embrace firm and steady around him. “Good?” he asks.
“Just one last thing,” Doyoung says. He frees himself from Jaehyun's arms and slides off the table, sinking to the floor. His fingers fumble with Jaehyun's belt.
“You don't have to,” Jaehyun says, but he doesn't move away.
“Shut up,” Doyoung says. The belt is undone, button next. “Don't think I'm doing this for you.” He slides down his slacks and underwear and draws his dick out.
And fuck. Jungwoo is right.
Jaehyun is definitely well endowed, cock thick and long, curving upwards. Its hot and heavy in Doyoung's hand, glistening at the tip with precum.
Tentatively, Doyoung licks the head.
Jaehyun groans softly. The sound spurs Doyoung on. He closes his lips around the tip and sucks, letting the taste of precum fill his mouth. Slowly he lowers his head further down Jaehyun's cock, holding it still with one hand at the thick base. He doesn't get even halfway before the tip touches the back of his mouth.
Doyoung looks up to gauge Jaehyun's reaction. The other man is looking down at him like he's perfect, and it sets off a flutter in his gut. If he wasn't exhausted from their recent activities he's sure he would be hard again.
Doyoung takes a deep breath through his nose and tries to take Jaehyun in deeper.
“No, fuck, Doyoung,” Jaehyun says, voice strained. Doyoung can only manage for a few seconds before he has to surface, choking and coughing.
“Don't,” Jaehyun says as Doyoung takes him back in his mouth. “You'll hurt yourself. Fuck, you're already so fucking perfect.”
Doyoung looks up at Jaehyun, lips stretched around his dick, and Jaehyun groans. “So beautiful,” he says. “You're driving me crazy.”
Doyoung hums at the praise, and Jaehyun moans again, rich and low. Doyoung moves so that only the tip of Jaehyun's cock is in his mouth, sucking noisily, tonguing at the slit and on the underside of the base of the head. Above him Jaehyun makes the most delicious sounds of pleasure, murmuring praise and filthy words and filling Doyoung with satisfaction. He strokes Jaehyun's shaft with his hands, digging his blunt nails in slightly and drawing a sharp curse. All the while he's busy with his mouth, licking up the underside of Jaehyun's cock, tracing the veins with the tip of his tongue, sucking greedily at his leaking tip. Jaehyun's dick is hard and throbbing in his hands, against his tongue, and Doyoung loves it.
“You're so perfect, so perfect, Doyoung,” Jaehyun says with a throaty moan. “Fuck, princess, I'm close.”
In reply Doyoung releases Jaehyun's tip with a wet pop. He wipes his right hand on the bottom of his shirt and then pushes his dark hair out of his face and holds it back, away from his forehead. He closes his eyes and lets his mouth fall open, and he waits.
“Oh, my god,” Jaehyun groans. “You're driving me insane, Kim Doyoung.”
Doyoung doesn't let the satisfaction show on his face and just waits. He feels Jaehyun's hand close around his on his dick and jerk himself off, moving at a fast pace. Seconds later and Jaehyun is moaning, and Doyoung feels the warmth splatter on his face.
He tries opening his eyes, feeling his lashes sticking together. Jaehyun starts wiping his face with something until he's clean, and Doyoung opens his eyes to find himself face to face with Jaehyun kneeling in front of him.
“Fuck,” he says, and then he pulls Doyoung in for another wet, openmouthed kiss, this one even filthier than the first. Doyoung finds he doesn't even mind.
The rest of Friday Doyoung is in a good mood at work. He skips Ten and Taeyong's invitation to go to the club with them after work, smiling serenely and telling them he doesn't really feel like it.