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It's not his fault Yoongi is at his co-worker's throat at ten in the morning. It also isn't Yoongi's fault that said co-worker is incapable of bringing some papers. The same papers that Yoongi worked on for a whole week to finish in time. To hell with his accountant job. The only string of hope he can cling to is the fact that his faceless boss never shows up before 1PM.
"Mr. Min is requested on sixth floor at Mr. Jung's office." the sweet voice of secretary Kang pierces through Yoongi's thoughts.
So the bastard is here and he heard of the little argument taking place at the reception.
The same secretary Kang stands in front of the office's door, waiting to usher Yoongi in. The room is more spacious than his own office and has a modern design. The interior has a generic colour scheme including white, grey and dark blue decorations. There's abstract wall art and lighting bulbs hanging low along with a metal bar with small loops on each end. An asymmetrical (and very uncomfortable) chair is placed in front of Jung's massive, dark grey desk.
The moment Yoongi raises his head to meet his boss' eyes, the former is awestruck. Jung is handsome and intimidating. He doesn't look that old either. In fact, he could be around Yoongi's age. The accountant would be lying if he said he doesn't want to be bent over the desk by the other male. As much as his dick is trying to get the best of him, Yoongi came here to prove his point and nothing will stand in his way. So he starts his speech forcefully and accusing.
"You coward! You finally decided to show your face? And for what? A harmless accountant?"
"Good morning to you too, Mr. Min. Please take a seat." the one in charge greets.
"There's worse things going on in here than a little fight, you rich piece of shit."
"I don't deny it Mr. Min, but I don't tolerate chaos in my company. You've made quite a scene earlier." the other one continues calmly.
"Oh, so you're accepting everything as long as it stays behind the curtains? No wonder why you're always hiding." Yoongi bites back.
Jung stands up from his seat and walks towards the other male. He stops right in front of him and looks at Yoongi's face with curiosity. He's searching his eyes and most definetely found what he was looking for because he starts smirking. The shorter one is melting under the gaze, but manages to talk back.
"What are you grinning at like a fool? Are you sick in th-"
Yoongi has to stop mid sentence when he is silenced by the taller man's pointer finger placed on his lips. Who on earth does he think he is? The accountant opens his mouth to start cussing again, but Jung is quicker than him. There's now two long fingers in Yoongi's mouth, pressing on his tongue. The latter is going dizzy with the feeling of having his mouth stuffed.
"Kitten, you're making a fuss again." the black haired man's minty cool breath hits Yoongi's face first hand from the closeness. "Perhaps I have to teach you a lesson." he then whispers.
The shorter one shivers. He wants to speak up again, but he chokes as the two fingers dig in deeper in his mouth, dangerously close to the throat. Yoongi gulps in a moan.
"Good. Suck on them and listen." Jung says lowly. "This is my territory, therefore you need to follow my rules." he emphasises on "my".
"Firstly, you have to adress me as Sir. Get rid of your little threats." Jung snarls in his prey's ear.
Yoongi is trying his best to keep his straight composture, but it proves to be very difficult. More so when his knees are giving out at the arousal.
"Secondly." the deep voice starts again. "Bratty behaviour is not accepted."
Yoongi growls around the fingers.
His boss immediately detaches himself from the smaller man and the latter is relieved to breathe in fresh air, but also sad at the loss of the fingers in his mouth. Yoongi can't believe he's let this side of him take over, being so weak in front of his superior. How will this encounter influence his work? He is sure he's going to get fired the moment he leaves the office. Yoongi's train of thoughts is disrupted when he hears metal clanging a few steps away from him.
Jung is facing with his back towards Yoongi, standing in front of the metal bar that's hanging from the ceilling. He's fixing something the accountant can't see yet. Yoongi wants to leave, now ashamed of his own actions. So he guides himself to the door. The smaller man is cautious of not making a sound that could catch his boss' attention.
Suddenly, a veiny hand encloses around his neck at the same time he feels another hand holding him firmly by his lower stomach.
"Oh kitten." Jung whispers in his ear again. "You haven't heard the third rule yet." he bites the trembling man's earlobe and presses himself on Yoongi's plump ass.
"Everyone who disobeys me has to pay for it." Jung says, grunting.
Yoongi then realises there's no way out of this. He has to give in whatever his boss is planning for him, even if it meant he couldn't get another job in the future. On the other side, the voice in his head (read: dick) is very happy with the situation. Yoongi is least to say, embarassed, confused and very much turned on.
Jung drags the smaller man by the collar of the white button up shirt he's wearing and places him right under the hanging bar. Yoongi only now realises what is it when he sees the pair of black handcuffs dangling above him. Perhaps the other male was attaching them while the accountant was trying to run away.
Yoongi feels his own hands being lifted up and secured above his head. He's on tippy toes now. Not quite in the air, but unable to touch the ground. He's helplessly trying to hold onto something.
"Tell me, Mr. Min, is there anything else you want to object to?" his boss chuckles.
Yoongi struggles in his hold, but, the more he moves, the farther the bar takes him from the floor. He gives up.
"No sir." he replies, head low.
A pleased smile arises on Jung's face as he steps forward. He puts a palm on the other male's cheek and caresses it. The bussiness man thumbs at the cheekbone then drags his finger across Yoongi's delicate figure. The later looks up at his superior with a pleading face. Jung traces his parted lips and finally pushes the thumb inside. The smaller one sucks hungrily.
"There you go, pretty boy. This is your reward for listening." he hums.
And Yoongi loses it. He whimpers.
The taller male is visibly affected by the newfound information and he rushes to his subordinate's neck. He wants to hear more and more of that strained sound.
Jung unbuttons Yoongi's shirt just enough to gain access and starts licking long stripes on the other man's neck. He's alternating between sucking bruises on the collarbones and scraping his teeth along the pale skin. At the same time, the dark haired man runs his hands on the delicate frame in front of him.
Yoongi is beyond turned on and is leaking in his underwear. His senses are clouded from all the attention on his body, but it's not enough. He tries to voice his want.
"...so good."
Gasp.
"I need-"
Moan.
"Please, I cant..."
The one in charge seems to know what he meant, so he grabs the shorter male by the waist and places him right on his own thigh.
Exhale.
Yoongi is relieved at the contact and he's tingling with anticipation. He wants to savour the moment, to feel every muscle of the strong thigh.
"Pretty boy, is this better?" Jung's voice rings in his ears.
It's both making Yoongi hyperaware and sending him into a state of reverie. He closes his eyes and moves his hips mindlesly against the clothed leg. Short breaths leave his mouth.
"I can feel you, Min. You're throbing against me." the taller male whispers. "Are you enjoying yourself, beautiful?"
A long, lewd "Ah!" sound comes out of the later's mouth and Jung has to silence him. He swallows his moans and pushes his tongue inside Yoongi's small and wet mouth. He licks and sucks at Min's lips fiercely.
"You're so delicious, baby. I wish I could feel you skin to skin." he removes his hands from the slim waist and grips at the other's man ass. He urges him tighter on his leg, closer to his own crotch, faster in his pace.
Yoongi is overwhelmed with the stimulation and feels himself nearing the sweet release. He grinds slower and more purposefully now. The layers of clothing makes it feel twice as better and he lets himself chase the orgasm.
"Sir!" the older one pleads.
Jung's eyes turn darker the moment he hears the plea, so his first instinct is to attack Yoongi's neck again. He bites hard on his pulse point and the man under him screams in pleasure while coming in his slacks. The accountant keeps on rutting shamelessly, until he's completely spent.
As soon as he is sure it wore off completely, the boss unlocks the handcuffs carefully and manhandles Yoongi on his comfortable seat at the desk. Jung rummages through his cabinet for a bottle of water and hands it to the one waiting.
Yoongi gulps down the liquid and gains enough strength to sit in the chair properly.
"So what do you think now, Mr. Min?" the man standing starts unaffectedly. "Should this <interaction> be public?"
Yoongi looks at him with a weird look then remembers why he was here in the first place- the co-worker. He takes a moment, as if he's considering something.
"This is different from my figh-"
"It's not." Jung cuts him off. "Our reputation is at cost in both situations."
The smaller man stands up and walks until he's eye level with his boss.
"I might shut up if you let me take care of this." and he palms at Jung's hard cock through his pants.
"You're greedy, kitten." the later smirks.
"But I will indulge."