After Hours: Part 2
Title: After hours (Part 1)
Pairing: Kibum/Donghae
Genre: Angst/ Smut
Rating: NC-17
Donghae types furiously at his desk, churning out his final report for the day.
He shuts off his laptop and packs it into his suitcase, then proceeds to flick off the switch for his table lamp, causing the office to turn pitch black.
Donghae walks to the glass doors and reaches out to slide his key card into the log. But something catches his arm.
“Let’s work overtime.” Comes a familiar voice from the shadows. Donghae is pulled away from the glass doors and toward the printing room which was closest to the exit.
“Hello Ki.” And he is immediately caught in a kiss that shuts him up from any further talk.
Donghae is caught completely by surprise. This man that worked in the neighboring cubicle day after day, this man, whom he never spoke more than fifty words to in a day, has him in tongue lock at this very moment. Not that Lee Donghae did not glance over the cubicle from time to time to watch Kibum remove a stray lock of hair from his vision, or push up his spectacles in a too-cute way that just seemed to make Donghae look at Kibum differently
Donghae (reluctantly) but forcefully pushes Kibum away and stares incredulously at him. “What the fuck do you think you are doing Kibum?”
Kibum is unperturbed at the sudden force that pushes him away. “Oh don't play Donghae-ssi. You know you want me.”
Donghae remains nonchalant and keeps up his front. “What the hell are you talking about Kibum? I’m going home after work and you suddenly grab me, drag me to the printing room, and kiss me?”
“I’m sorry, did you want due notice?” Kibum steps back and let’s out a mock cough. “Lee Donghae-ssi, I’m going to kiss you right now.” And without waiting for a response, he pulls into Donghae and presses his lips into his, forcing them open and sliding in his tongue.
Donghae resists and tries to push Kibum away, but the younger man is stronger than him. Donghae tries to close his mouth but accidentally bites Kibum’s lip. He tastes the iron in the blood that comes from the lips that refuse to leave and manages a difficult “shit, I’m sorry.”
Kibum smiles. That is what he wanted to hear. “Then stop squirming and kiss me back.”
Donghae does not know what he is doing but his body stops resisting and become limp under Kibum’s hold. He lets himself enter Kibum as Kibum enters him.
Kibum soon stops and pulls away from Donghae. Donghae does not know why but anger, desire and hurt well in him like a balloon. He does not want Kibum to stop, and unknowingly, he pulls Kibum in for more. But Kibum stops him.
He smiles. “You’re mine.”
Donghae feels as though he is being played by this man. And desire leaves his body. He pushes Kibum away and reaches for the doorknob.
“No Donghae-ssi, that’s not what I meant.
I have been looking at you over the cubicle too.”
Kibum pulls Donghae from the door and reaches for his collar button. “Lee Donghae-ssi, I’m going to fuck you.”
“What do you want from me?”
“Nothing. I’ll be doing all the work.”
Kibum slams him into the printer and turns Donghae around, his hands desperately grappling to pull of Donghae’s belt. In Kibum’s haste, he allows the pants to fall only to Donghae’s knees. His eyes cannot help but linger at Donghae’s taut ass and he bends down to touch the erection on the other end.
“So do you want me?”
Donghae moans in response. He is growing impatient with the man but does not allow himself to show it. The shouts of “will you please hurry up” in his head are unnecessary as he hears Kibum scrabbling to pull off his own pants.
“Spread.” And Donghae listens, opening up his legs.
An extremely hard object is jammed into him and Donghae cries out in pain.
Kibum pulls Donghae toward the metal filing cabinets beside them. He slams Donghae into the cabinets and push further, moving up and down, causing Donghae to cry out more.
“Fuck Kibum. Fuck me.”
Kibum jerks further into Donghae, causing Donghae to hit the metal cabinets. Donghae’s head throbs with pain but it is immediately forgotten with the contrast of pleasure that Kibum was providing.
Donghae had his hands in surrender against the metal cabinets, his face and front resting on the cool metal, while behind, Kibum pumped, heat and perspiration creating extreme satisfaction.
Kibum soon becomes exhausted and pulls out of Donghae. His cock is worn out of the intense friction, lubricated by his come.
“How was that for you Donghae-ssi?”
This is not enough for Donghae who pulls away from the metal cabinets and turns to face Kibum. He steps out of his pants, now damp with wet and pushes Kibum onto the floor. “My turn.”
Donghae rips off Kibum’s shirt and grinds into Kibum, hard. As though possible, Kibum’s erection becomes bigger and throbs in white-hot delight. Donghae feels the erection and the heat of Kibum with his fingers, but stops himself.
He smiles playfully and moves to kiss Kibum, first from the sweet saliva in his mouth and the vicious lashing of the tongue, Kibum feels alive. Then Donghae’s mouth must leave, again denying Kibum-to the nape of his neck-connected by little kisses and teasing and increasing the erection of both men. Donghae feels the heat of Kibum burn him at his hip and increases the speed, kissing his chest then lingering on the tip of Kibum’s nipples, allowing his mouth and tongue to explore that area of Kibum’s body sufficiently enough before moving on.
Kibum was sure that Donghae was going to stop. He usually did at this point, killing the mood. As he felt Donghae pull away at this juncture, he grabbed Donghae’s head. “Don’t stop.” Though Donghae’s head was down, he saw a smile appear fro the corner of his mouth and Donghae resumed his activity, now running his tongue between the lines of smooth skin that ran over Kibum’s gorgeous muscles. The saltiness and pleasure of Kibum’s body filled Donghae, forcing his tongue to course down Donghae’s skin to the waistline.
There Donghae stays a while, making Kibum growls in impatience. Donghae’s mouth continues to move toward the tip and his tongue darts out a moment, licking the tip of the erection. Kibum is unable to hold it in any longer and allows wet to flow out, and moisture coats Donghae’s mouth. Donghae opens up in response and sucks in hard, draining Kibum completely. Kibum allows an audible whimper to escape his lips, “Oh Donghae.” And Donghae murmurs in response. He move his mouth to Kibum’s ears and lets three simple words hang in the air.
“I love you.”
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I do apologize for the 2 consecutive Kihae fuck-fests but once I started, the lure of Kibum and Donghae was too much for me to handle that I had to do 2 consecutive office fics. They are semi-oneshots... And if this receives good response, I'll make " Afterhours" a Kihae smex fic.
Enjoy! And please comment!!! I need to know what I can do to improve and what y'all want!!
Donghae types furiously at his desk, churning out his final report for the day.
He shuts off his laptop and packs it into his suitcase, then proceeds to flick off the switch for his table lamp, causing the office to turn pitch black.
Donghae walks to the glass doors and reaches out to slide his key card into the log. But something catches his arm.
“Let’s work overtime.” Comes a familiar voice from the shadows. Donghae is pulled away from the glass doors and toward the printing room which was closest to the exit.
“Hello Ki.” And he is immediately caught in a kiss that shuts him up from any further talk.
Donghae is caught completely by surprise. This man that worked in the neighboring cubicle day after day, this man, whom he never spoke more than fifty words to in a day, has him in tongue lock at this very moment. Not that Lee Donghae did not glance over the cubicle from time to time to watch Kibum remove a stray lock of hair from his vision, or push up his spectacles in a too-cute way that just seemed to make Donghae look at Kibum differently
Donghae (reluctantly) but forcefully pushes Kibum away and stares incredulously at him. “What the fuck do you think you are doing Kibum?”
Kibum is unperturbed at the sudden force that pushes him away. “Oh don't play Donghae-ssi. You know you want me.”
Donghae remains nonchalant and keeps up his front. “What the hell are you talking about Kibum? I’m going home after work and you suddenly grab me, drag me to the printing room, and kiss me?”
“I’m sorry, did you want due notice?” Kibum steps back and let’s out a mock cough. “Lee Donghae-ssi, I’m going to kiss you right now.” And without waiting for a response, he pulls into Donghae and presses his lips into his, forcing them open and sliding in his tongue.
Donghae resists and tries to push Kibum away, but the younger man is stronger than him. Donghae tries to close his mouth but accidentally bites Kibum’s lip. He tastes the iron in the blood that comes from the lips that refuse to leave and manages a difficult “shit, I’m sorry.”
Kibum smiles. That is what he wanted to hear. “Then stop squirming and kiss me back.”
Donghae does not know what he is doing but his body stops resisting and become limp under Kibum’s hold. He lets himself enter Kibum as Kibum enters him.
Kibum soon stops and pulls away from Donghae. Donghae does not know why but anger, desire and hurt well in him like a balloon. He does not want Kibum to stop, and unknowingly, he pulls Kibum in for more. But Kibum stops him.
He smiles. “You’re mine.”
Donghae feels as though he is being played by this man. And desire leaves his body. He pushes Kibum away and reaches for the doorknob.
“No Donghae-ssi, that’s not what I meant.
I have been looking at you over the cubicle too.”
Kibum pulls Donghae from the door and reaches for his collar button. “Lee Donghae-ssi, I’m going to fuck you.”
“What do you want from me?”
“Nothing. I’ll be doing all the work.”
Kibum slams him into the printer and turns Donghae around, his hands desperately grappling to pull of Donghae’s belt. In Kibum’s haste, he allows the pants to fall only to Donghae’s knees. His eyes cannot help but linger at Donghae’s taut ass and he bends down to touch the erection on the other end.
“So do you want me?”
Donghae moans in response. He is growing impatient with the man but does not allow himself to show it. The shouts of “will you please hurry up” in his head are unnecessary as he hears Kibum scrabbling to pull off his own pants.
“Spread.” And Donghae listens, opening up his legs.
An extremely hard object is jammed into him and Donghae cries out in pain.
Kibum pulls Donghae toward the metal filing cabinets beside them. He slams Donghae into the cabinets and push further, moving up and down, causing Donghae to cry out more.
“Fuck Kibum. Fuck me.”
Kibum jerks further into Donghae, causing Donghae to hit the metal cabinets. Donghae’s head throbs with pain but it is immediately forgotten with the contrast of pleasure that Kibum was providing.
Donghae had his hands in surrender against the metal cabinets, his face and front resting on the cool metal, while behind, Kibum pumped, heat and perspiration creating extreme satisfaction.
Kibum soon becomes exhausted and pulls out of Donghae. His cock is worn out of the intense friction, lubricated by his come.
“How was that for you Donghae-ssi?”
This is not enough for Donghae who pulls away from the metal cabinets and turns to face Kibum. He steps out of his pants, now damp with wet and pushes Kibum onto the floor. “My turn.”
Donghae rips off Kibum’s shirt and grinds into Kibum, hard. As though possible, Kibum’s erection becomes bigger and throbs in white-hot delight. Donghae feels the erection and the heat of Kibum with his fingers, but stops himself.
He smiles playfully and moves to kiss Kibum, first from the sweet saliva in his mouth and the vicious lashing of the tongue, Kibum feels alive. Then Donghae’s mouth must leave, again denying Kibum-to the nape of his neck-connected by little kisses and teasing and increasing the erection of both men. Donghae feels the heat of Kibum burn him at his hip and increases the speed, kissing his chest then lingering on the tip of Kibum’s nipples, allowing his mouth and tongue to explore that area of Kibum’s body sufficiently enough before moving on.
Kibum was sure that Donghae was going to stop. He usually did at this point, killing the mood. As he felt Donghae pull away at this juncture, he grabbed Donghae’s head. “Don’t stop.” Though Donghae’s head was down, he saw a smile appear fro the corner of his mouth and Donghae resumed his activity, now running his tongue between the lines of smooth skin that ran over Kibum’s gorgeous muscles. The saltiness and pleasure of Kibum’s body filled Donghae, forcing his tongue to course down Donghae’s skin to the waistline.
There Donghae stays a while, making Kibum growls in impatience. Donghae’s mouth continues to move toward the tip and his tongue darts out a moment, licking the tip of the erection. Kibum is unable to hold it in any longer and allows wet to flow out, and moisture coats Donghae’s mouth. Donghae opens up in response and sucks in hard, draining Kibum completely. Kibum allows an audible whimper to escape his lips, “Oh Donghae.” And Donghae murmurs in response. He move his mouth to Kibum’s ears and lets three simple words hang in the air.
“I love you.”
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I do apologize for the 2 consecutive Kihae fuck-fests but once I started, the lure of Kibum and Donghae was too much for me to handle that I had to do 2 consecutive office fics. They are semi-oneshots... And if this receives good response, I'll make " Afterhours" a Kihae smex fic.
Enjoy! And please comment!!! I need to know what I can do to improve and what y'all want!!