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He was so unsatisfied. Months and months of unpleasing sex. He sat at his office desk, face in his palms and sighed. It was dark out, the street roaring below him. His office was pretty empty too be honest. A desk slap bang in the center against the pale blank wall, a swivel chair, a rather large plant in a pot to the left of him, and to top it off, a grey fluffy rug.. for? decoration he supposes. He spun around on his chair over and over. He fucking hated this job. It's not his fault he was born into wealth. As soon as he turned 18 his parents immediately took him into the business. He's 23 now. At 19 was when it really went downhill. That's when he got his arranged marriage with some girl he didn't know. She's pretty, but Yoongi isn't into girls. Nobody knows that except him. This is why he is so depressed and so unfocused. He must keep his sexuality a secret otherwise his parents business would go down. Being gay in Korea isn't accepted in most cases. He has had this trapped inside of him for his whole life. Well almost, he knew around when he was 11. He's never done anything sexual with a boy, not even held hands with one. It's not like he doesn't fantasize about it on a daily basis though.
Trying to please himself, he unzipped his trousers and began to stroke his length. He could never ever satisfy himself, he needed someone who could and he was sick of it. Not even letting out one moan, he sat there, dick out, glaring into space. A knock at the door distracted him. "Mr. Min? It's Jung Hoseok, your father handed me some paperwork to pass on.” Yoongi cursed under his breath, tucking his dick back into his boxers. He shuffled forward slightly on his chair and rested his elbow on the desk. “Come in” he spoke. The door handle shifted and in comes a stunningly beautiful man. Yoongi almost forgot how gorgeous Hoseok was. Hoseok walks over and places the pile of sheets on the desk and bows. Yoongi nods his head as a thank you and Hoseok walks back towards the door. He hears a great sigh from the younger and turns back around to look at him. “Is everything okay?” He tilts his head concerned. Yoongi doesn’t reply. “Do you want to talk about it? I mean I know I’m not really supposed to but I might know how to help?” Silence occurs. “I’m sorry, I should get going.” Hoseok apologizes but before he could turn back, Yoongi speaks up. “No. Stay. Please?” The older smiles and grabs a chair to sit on Yoongis right.
“So what is it?” Hoseok shuffles closer placing his hand on Yoongi’s thigh. “It’s just, I never wanted to do this. I’ve been born into this mess and I’m supposed to continue the business in the future but that is the last thing I want to do. And, my wife, I despise that whore with a passion. She makes me do things I don’t want to do. She forces me into a sexual relationship when.. Dude, if I’m being completely honest, I oh shit I’m not even into girls. He makes me touch her in places I don’t want to touch. I can’t speak up about it nobody would believe me. Or they wouldn’t accept the fact that I’m gay. I just want to get away from all this.” Hoseok caresses Yoongis thigh with his thumb. “Yoongi, I may not be experienced with the whole wife thing but I’m gay too. I have the same problem as you. If your father found out I’d lose my job.” Yoongi looks up into Hoseoks eyes, getting lost for a moment or two before placing his own hand on top of the hand already on his leg. Hoseok begins to move his hand upwards towards Yoongis crotch. Yoongi needs this. Not knowing how to react, he let his head fall back to lean on the slightly padded part on his chair. He shut his eyes and waited for whatever was about to come next. All of a sudden he let out a loud gasp. Hoseok was lightly rubbing his balls through the material. Yoongi has never been this sensitive before. He felt cold air hit him down below as Hoseok took out his dick, giving it small pumps before licking the tip. He swirled his tongue around the thick, yet pink part at the top before managing to take as much as he can down his throat without choking. Yoongi let out small whimpers as he tried not to squirm in his seat. Hoseok sat up and brought Yoongis lips to his. Holding his chin, the kiss got more heated. He moved his hands to take off Yoongis blazer and undoing his shirt buttons, leaving the tie. He pulled away from the kiss and took Yoongis hands and guided him to bend over the desk. Hoseok threw his own blazer off out of pure heat and proceeded to take out his length. Yoongi reached back his arm to open his desk drawer. Hoseok spotted some lube and took it before squeezing some into his hand.
He rubbed over Yoongis delicate pink hole then inserting a finger earning a groan from the older. He added another finger pumping them in and out, the squelching sound turned him on. He then started to pump his own length and lining it up to the entrance. “You ready kitten?” Hoseok smirked and Yoongi let out a “uhmm hmm”
which sounded desperate. With that being said he slowly pushed himself into Yoongi. He then began to thrust at an easy pace not wanting to hurt the older. “Y-You can speed up now seok-seok”. Yoongi felt a rush of extra pleasure thrust into his whole body as Hoseok picked up the pace. He whimpered and moaned and even shed a tear. He felt his arousal start to build up inside him. “Seokie g-gonna cum”. Hoseok thrust faster and faster until they both reached their high. Hoseok pulled out and flipped Yoongi over. “C-cum on your stomach”. Yoongi shut his eyes and let the cum squirt and drizzle out of his dick along with Hoseok pumping his dick onto his subs tummy.
The two sat, trying to catch their breath back. “We should Run Away” Hoseok finally spoke up. “Huh? You mean like, to another country?” Hoseok nodded “Me, You, catch a flight tomorrow morning? Let’s just leave all this behind. We should start a new life, together.” Yoongi smiled and let out a small giggle “Yeah, I’d like that”