limited liability [sehun/lu han]
sehun/lu han; nc-17; ~2000 words; i own nothing herein but the plot (or lack thereof)
sehun, temporary secretary at new york city's top law firm, tries to help lu han, his new boss, relax a little.
a/n: uh, so much pwp i want to cry.
"fuck," lu han wails into the crook of his arm. he lifts his head slightly to check the clock mounted on his office's far wall. seven am. he has two hours before having to meet with his first client of the day, and his temporary secretary has yet to arrive. no secretary means no access to his files. no access to files means he'll have nothing to present to his clients. screwing up an important meeting means jongin, his senior partner at their firm, will have his ass on a plate.
stupid yixing. he just had to pick this week to save a kitten from a tree and land himself in the hospital.
"where's my replacement secretary?" lu han screams into the intercom.
sehun makes a last minute attempt to straighten out his tie. it's choking him but he has to wear it because this is his first day filling in at nyc's top law firm; plus, he's already more than an hour late. ugh, first impressions.
he raps his knuckles against mahogany wood before flinging it open. sehun stares for a moment at the back of the massive rolling chair turned toward the wall-to-wall window.
"uh, are you lu-?"
the leather chair spins around abruptly. "you're late!"
sehun rears back in surprise. he regards the man in front of him curiously. this is his new boss? this slight flower boy who looks far too fine in a pinstriped armani three-piece to be in league with those bumbling, haughty lawyers that like to come to sehun's university to share their stories of success.
"hey boss, i'm sehun," sehun scratches the back of his head in what he hopes looks like remorse, "it was my alarm clock. you know how it is."
lu han stares at him incredulously and sehun suddenly feels the need to straighten himself out a bit.
"are. you. fucking. kidding. mr. oh sehun, you're a replacement. you're lucky you got this opportunity but you go and fuck it up by showing up late on your first day. and then you have the nerve to walk into my office like you own the whole fucking place. wipe that smirk off your face, get your ass over to the desk outside my office and figure out how to access my files for the day. asap," lu han roars.
sehun widens his eyes in surprise. okay, so maybe his cute boss has some bite. such viciousness must account for a whole lot of extra points in the field of law. but please, sehun is top of his class at harvard. he's not about to get pushed around by some fairy princess, even if said fairy princess does happens to be something of a legend back in the harvard law department.
"sir, i think you need to relax," sehun smiles, pushing himself off the frame of the door.
he walks slowly toward lu han, feeling his stomach flip weirdly as he watches lu han's face change from furious to confused to alarm. sehun finally makes his way to lu han's polished desk, slamming his hands down and leaning forward so that he can see eye to eye with his boss. he stares intensely into wide brown eyes, the color of softened ichor, as his smile morphs into a pronounced smirk.
"what do you think you're doing?"
sehun reaches out for lu han's skinny tie and slowly pulls him forward, all the while maintaining eye contact. "i'm helping you relax."
it's all lu han can do to keep from squeaking when he feels soft lips on his own. sehun draws lu han ever closer, working the other's mouth open with his probing tongue. to be honest, he's a little surprised that his boss has so easily become mush in his hands. it shouldn't be this easy to charm lawyers, but he is oh sehun, so.
"i have an appointment soon," lu han breaks away several minutes later, eyes lidded and blown, cheeks flushed and lips swollen red.
"then," sehun breathes, "we better make this quick."
sehun pulls even harder on lu han's tie, pulling the latter forward onto his desk; luhan's chest presses flush against the smooth surface. before lu han can react, sehun makes his way around the desk. he stands between lu han's haphazardly splayed legs and casually reaches up to massage lu han's ass.
"what the fu-" lu han chokes out in surprise. he tries to prop himself up on his arms so he can look back and send sehun a scathing glare, but sehun pushes him down.
"just relax."
sehun lifts lu han's slender legs up slightly, expertly reaching underneath to undo the latter's silver belt buckle. in one fell swoop, he tugs down his boss' dress pants and flings them unceremoniously behind him. god damn, even lu han's fucking boxers are worth a fortune, the silk slipping through his fingers as he tugs them down as well. lu han squirms against the polish of the mahogany desk when the cool air hits his exposed behind.
"hurry the fuck up," lu han hisses with his face buried in his arms.
sehun grins again. he turns the older man over onto his back; sehun's heart does that weird flipping thing again as he peruses the sight before him: lust-laden eyes that stare into his, bitten lips, a nearly transparent white dress shirt that barely conceals pert pink nipples, an erect member just waiting for his attention. sehun reaches forward with want, one hand caressing lu han's blushing cheek and another moving toward the hardening member. lu han's cock feels smooth in his soft hands and he can't help but admire the purple veins that he sweeps his fingers over. he starts off with slow strokes, smirking as lu han tries to muffle cute whimpers behind his hand; he then picks up speed and gives the throbbing cock occasional teasing flicks to the slit or squeezes to the balls.
"oh," lu han gasps, "come on. stop teasing."
sehun looks up, his tongue sticking out in concentration, "teasing? i'm not teasing." he laughs to himself as he removes his hand from lu han's cock altogether and moves his fingers to lu han's puckered pink hole, "this is teasing." dropping to his knees, he pries lu han's legs further apart and immediately delves into the crook, slowly, carefully, pushing his wet tongue into lu han's tight, hot hole. his tongue flicks in and out quickly, plunging deeper into the heat after lu han gets over the initial discomfort. it's not long before lu han begins to meet his thrusts, bucking forward and clenching around his tongue deliciously.
lu han whimpers, shamelessly writhing on his desk. sehun thinks his boss is so fucking hot - the sounds he makes are so, so pretty and cute and hot.
sehun's own member is leaking inside his pants, wanting attention, thanks to lu han's small cries that evade his clamped hands and resound through the room. lu han has enough of a mind to notice sehun's straining cock; he sits up from his sprawled-out position and reaches forward to tug sehun by the collar up from the ground. his fingers nimbly pull down sehun's zipper, and tug down the offending dress pants and boxers all in one go. sehun's cock stands erect just inches before him, and lu han feels himself smirking.
time for payback.
now it's lu han's turn to slide off the desk and drop to his knees. he fits his small mouth around sehun's large member with difficulty, but nevertheless grips sehun's sharp hip bones and tries to deep throat. sehun finds it difficult to stand, the pleasure shooting through him in violent bursts as lu han licks all over his cock. he feels himself pushed closer and closer to the edge as he gazes down at the erotic sight: lu han's pretty pink lips wrapped around his member, greedily taking all of him in. his cock slips between lu han's lips so beautifully that sehun involuntarily gives into his desire to thrust forward erratically.
lu han's eyes water as he tries to accommodate sehun's thrusts, but he chokes when the cock hits the back of his throat out of rhythm.
sehun's eyes widen as he tries to shake himself out of his lustful haze, "sorry, i-"
"don't apologize," lu han mumbles softly, before gazing up at sehun, "i want you in me."
"what," sehun splutters, "is...is that okay?"
lu han smirks, making to get up, "unless you don't want to?"
sehun growls, the sound entrancingly deep and dangerous, and bends down, grabs lu han by the buttcheeks and drops him on the sweat-stained desk with a dull thud. he fumbles for a moment, undoing lu han's dress shirt as lu han unbottons his. when they are both naked, lu han draws a bottle of lube ("for gentle coercion when certain clients are being unnecessarily difficult") out of his desk drawer, helping slather it generously over sehun's cock. he also helps sehun roll on a condom, making sure to give a teasing squeeze to the other's cock.
lu han drops back onto his desk, feeling even more turned on by the hard mahogany digging into his shoulder blades; he drapes his legs over sehun's shoulders and glances at sehun. jesus christ, the kid was the one who came onto him so confidently and now he's frozen in nervousness. lu han sighs quietly before smiling and nodding his head in reassurance. sehun gulps noticeably, but he pushes aside his nervousness to coat his long, slender fingers with a sufficient amount of lube. he tentatively brings his middle finger to lu han's hole, ever so gently pushing past the ring of muscle. the older man whimpers above him at the inevitable pain, but sehun does not pause in his preparations. He slips in a second and then third finger, sweat shining on his forehead and cock growing painfully hard as he watches his digits enter and exit lu han's hole. when lu han prods sehun with a press of his foot to the latter's back, sehun looks up into the other's eyes for one last indication of consent. With his eyes trained on lu han's so that he may judge the smaller man's discomfort, sehun aligns his cock to lu han's hole, slowly pushing in.
lu han takes deep breaths, accommodating sehun's cock and waiting for the sharp, throbbing pain to recede; even through the veil of his numb pain, lu han can feel his own cock grow even harder as sehun moans at the engulfing heat. when the pain finally lessens in degree, lu han, desperate to feel some pleasure, eagerly urges sehun on with a small nod. sehun doesn't spare a second in drawing back and pushing back in, setting the pace fast from the start. he thrusts in and out, at first rhythmically and then, after pleasure turns his brain to mush, erratically. the feeling of having his cock swallowed, over and over, by lu han's tight, wet hole is indescribable. lu han's sharp gasps have morphed into quiet moans, but sehun knows that the other is still in pain. he has half a mind to angle his thrusts so that lu han can-
"sehun-ah, fuck fuck fuck, right there," lu han cries hoarsely, "oh please."
sehun is happy to comply, finding the wanton sounds that lu han makes amidst desperate thrashing almost too much to handle. he thrusts in with renewed vigor, still wet fingers digging into lu han's slender hips; he revels in the lewd sound of skin against skin. sehun leans forward as he thrusts so that he can suck on lu han's gorgeously prominent collarbones and teasingly play with his boss' hard pink nipples. He flicks them experimentally and laughs at lu han's subsequent keen. sehun explores more of that pleasure spot, licking and flicking as he continues to relentlessly hit lu han's tingling prostate.
just as sehun gives the nipples a particularly hard twist, lu han clenches around him, screaming beautifully. lu han's slight, sweaty form writhes on the surface of the desk, and he moans erotically as he rides out the forceful waves of pleasure.
the sight of a sweat-shined lu han, eyes squeezed shut and mouth gasping for breath, and the feeling of lu han's hole clenching around his cock are too much for sehun. he comes seconds later with his head buried deep in the crook of lu han's slender neck to hide his own throaty groan. lu han's name slips through his lip as he continues to thrust into the smaller man's spent body.
lu han lies splayed across his desk for a moment more, finding it amusing how sehun's eyes continue to rove hungrily over his laid-out body.
he just knows this goddamn ed replacement will be the death of him.
"help me up," lu han finally mumbles, "you gotta clean up my desk before my meeting."
at five to nine, lu han emerges from his office with sehun in tow. thanks to the help of lots of cologne, he has somewhat covered up the smell of sex lingering on his clothes and skin. sure, his suit is a little wrinkled and, okay, his hair is kind of a mess, but whatever. his first client is mr. kim jongdae from exo motors, corp.; he never liked that snarky bastard anyway.
"so, um," sehun pipes up meekly (apparently letting sehun fuck him has suddenly turned the cocky replacement secretary into a shy lovesick puppy), "what does this make us? like, are you my boyfriend now?"
lu han cocks his head to side in mock-thought. when they arrive at the meeting room door, sehun begins to fidget. making the taller, broad-shouldered man nervous is kind of fun.
"i'm in hot demand around here, you know," lu han begins, but drifts off at sehun's crestfallen expression. he quickly reaches out to pat sehun's fluffy hair, "hey, you know what? maybe, if you plead your case right, i'll be yours and yours only."
yes, there it is: that spark of determination in sehun's eyes, that mark of a brilliant lawyer. lu han suspects that he will be sehun's in no time.
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(........bye.)