First Mistake
Title: First Mistake
Pairing: Onew/Minho
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Office sex.
Summary: Minho messes up at his new job and has no idea what to expect from his boss, Jinki.
Word Count: 3,850
Notes: The work genre for my SHINee Genre Challenge, as requested by 4d_artbitch. I really hope you like this. So far, it's the one I'm most nervous about. I hope you're okay with me making it au and based in an office. Keke. And I really hope you're okay with who is topping because I didn't ask if you had any problems with it being either way. I know a lot of people like it the other way around, so if you do I hope you'll read this with an open mind. I hope everyone else will too! And enjoy of course!
Spot For: 4d_artbitch.
Minho was screwed. He was literally about to get fired. Hands shaking slightly, he set the papers down on his boss's desk three hours after they were due. He was new at the office, so he was going to take the heat. Even though it was because the damn copier got jammed when someone before him had used it, Minho wasn't dumb. He knew very well that one little mistake could very easily cost him his job, and he knew that the new guy was always blamed if he could be.
Looking around, Minho took a slow breath and ran a hand through his hair, feeling his nerves all on edge. He wondered where his boss was. He'd only really spoken to the other man once, and that was briefly. He had a friendly, comforting smile that Minho had instantly liked. Then Minho heard from Taemin, the guy at the desk next to him, that he was really strict and even though he looked really friendly, he actually wasn't. Minho was nervous because someone he didn't know what to except from felt the scariest. Minho had made the quick decision to just go ahead and get out of there before his boss came back when he heard the door open and shut behind him.
"Ah, Minho wasn't it?" came the soft, but deep voice of Jinki. Minho took a deep breath before turning around and bowing his head.
"Yes, it is, sir," he hoped that Jinki wasn't angry. He didn't look angry, as he smiled before looking back at the papers in his hands while walking over to his desk then sitting down.
Finally laying the papers down and looking up again, he asked, "So, what can I do for you then?"
"I brought the papers you gave me to do," Minho said, hoping maybe that Jinki had been too busy to care about them.
The older man looked at the papers for a moment before standing and walking back around his desk. He stopped when he was standing right by Minho, making him feel like he almost wanted to step back, but at the same time he didn't want to. Jinki was really attractive, something Minho had noticed right away. He really liked the idea of working under someone he thought was so good looking, and he knew it wouldn't become anything unless Jinki was interested in men too. With that in mind, he thought it would be okay to have eye candy, and thought it would make him work even harder. Right now though, with Jinki standing so close, just staring at him like that, Minho couldn't help but think about the possibility of doing more. Well, if he was about to get fired he supposed it wouldn't really matter whether or not he did anything with his boss.
After a while, Jinki moved his eyes back to the paper and picked them up. "Ah, the late files."
His lips thinned before he turned and tossed the papers in the trash. Minho gaped at the action before turning his eyes back to Jinki, who was looking at him with an unreadable expression. "I don't need them anymore," he responded simply. "I needed them three hours ago. I had to get them myself. I couldn't wait for you."
"I'm really sorry," Minho spluttered out, feeling embarrassment rush over him.
Jinki simply smiled at him, but Minho could tell it wasn't a real smile because it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Minho, why are you here?"
When Minho only blinked at the question, Jinki continued, "You don't seem like you're really serious about the job, so I am asking you, why are you here? Is it just for experience until you can find a better job? Is it for fun?" at the last sentence, Jinki took a dangerous step closer that made Minho swallow hard. It was difficult for him to focus on the question when his body was more focused on the fact that Jinki was so close to him, looking up at him with that intense, and incredibly attractive expression. His eyes seemed to dig into Minho, and when he didn't get an immediate response, they narrowed, making him look even more intimidating.
"Is that it? Do you just want to play?" Jinki repeated the question, his hand moving to press against Minho's side.
"Sir?" Minho felt himself question, eyes darting to his hand, uncertainty flooding his brain. It definitely felt like Jinki was coming onto him, but it surprised him. He wasn't really against it though.
"If you want to play," he said, his voice lowering to a whisper as he leaned closer, his lips almost brushing Minho's ear, "you should go lock the door."
When Jinki leaned back Minho could see the small smile on his face. If it weren't for the hand against his side, the fingers slowly caressing him and making his blood rush, Minho might have consider the possibility of it being a joke. But there was something really serious about it, and Minho felt his cock pulling against his underwear as blood rushed to it. It was almost like Jinki could read his mind, or his body, because his smile grew a little wider and his eyes crinkled cutely at the sides.
"Go on," he encouraged, moving his hand away from Minho to gesture at the door. Minho looked over at it for a second before walking over. The lock clicking as he turned it sounded incredibly loud to his ears and he felt the paranoia of someone outside hearing and knowing what he was doing, but he pushed that thought away because he knew no one would necessarily guess what was happening.
Jinki smiled again as Minho moved back toward him. He still felt uncertain, but his body was tense with a desire for the older man. He licked his lips nervously as he stepped just as close as he had been before he moved away, still thinking that if he was going to get fired he might as well enjoy himself first.
Minho leaned in to Jinki when the older man's hand moved behind his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. His lips felt soft and Minho opened his slightly, enjoying the way they felt between his own. Jinki tilted his head and pushed his tongue into Minho's mouth, making the younger man moan quietly as he stepped closer. The heat in his body felt like it intensified as he got closer to Jinki, and he felt an arm slide around his waist, pulling him closer. Minho gasped when he felt Jinki's hard cock digging into his thigh.
Leaning back, Jinki smiled confidently, looking incredibly sexy as he glanced down and then back up. "Do you want that?" he asked in his soft voice, making Minho's nerves tingle everywhere. He nodded dumbly before taking a step back so he could drop to his knees. Jinki's hand moved to press against his head, his fingers tracing against his scalp in a gentle way that made Minho wonder if he was the kind of person who would be gentle or if he would get rougher as he got more turned on. He wondered if Jinki would pull his hair if he sucked really hard on his dick. Minho felt his stomach tense, pleasure dropping to his cock at the thought.
His hands worked fast on Jinki's belt and then the button on his pants, wanting them all to be off so he could see it and touch it. As soon as he had them undone, Minho quickly pushed his hand into Jinki's pants. He pressed his lips together to suppress a groan because god it felt big in his hand. Pushing Jinki's pants down enough to pull it out, Minho drank in the sight of his boss's large, only semi-hard penis. He felt a shiver of excitement and nervousness rush through him at seeing it. Jinki looked down at him with a small smile and it made Minho wonder if he knew how intimidating his size could be, especially to someone like Minho who hadn't had a lot of penis in his life.
When he didn't move for a minute, Jinki's fingers threaded into his hair as he pressed his hips forward slightly. Minho shook himself mentally and moved his hand to wrap fully around his length, pulling it up and down, really feeling it in his hand. Leaning closer, Minho took the tip in his mouth. He licked it with his tongue before pushing his mouth down further around it. Jinki groaned, his fingers tightening in Minho's hair. Jinki's cock hit the back of Minho's throat before he had his mouth all the way around it and Minho had to pull back to keep from gagging, but he moved his mouth back and forth along it as far as he could go without choking on it. Jinki held himself still as he petted Minho's hair and whispered in a deep voice how good it felt. This urged Minho on and he hollowed out his cheeks as he sucked harder, making Jinki groan deeply.
After he'd sucked Jinki until he was fully hard, Minho felt himself being pulled back and off his boss's cock. He looked up to see Jinki's eyes lidded with lust and looking down at him with desire. "You're really good at sucking cock, Minho," he breathed, running his hand down Minho's face. His thumb trailed over Minho's bottom lip, pressing against it hard enough that it pulled slightly. Minho felt captivated by the older man's eyes until Jinki leaned down to pick him back up to his feet.
"Let's have more fun than that," he said in a suggestive tone as he leaned in and started making out with Minho's neck, making the younger man moan and move his hands to grasp onto Jinki's arms as the older man quickly started undoing his pants. "Mmm, I want to be inside of you," he said roughly and Minho felt blood rush to his cock so fast it left him feeling light headed.
As Minho's pants fell around his ankles, Jinki pushed him back against the desk, making a few things fall with a clatter. Jinki didn't seem to mind or pay attention, so neither did Minho. Somehow Jinki had managed to get his pants off and Minho gasped as he felt Jinki rock his hips forward against him, making their cocks rub against each other. Minho pressed his teeth against his lips and pushed his hips against him, earning him an approving moan. "Do you want that, Minho?"
The question made Minho's mind race as it jumped back to Jinki saying he wanted to be inside him. Minho thought he probably wouldn't be able to bend his boss over his desk, so he figured that was the likely way to go. Despite the flaring urge to try, Minho nodded, knowing he was in no position to make demands. That, and he kind of wanted it. It was like a battle against Jinki's big cock. He'd never had one that big, and it made him want to try it. It made him want to take it and in a way, he wanted to beat it. He could take it. He knew he could take it.
"Yeah," Minho said with a smirk, kicking his pants off his ankles and then rocking his hips forward against his boss's. "I want your cock in my tight ass."
Jinki's eyes widened a little, but he quickly smirked back and leaned in to press a rough kiss against Minho's lips. "You're really naughty aren't you, Minho?" he asked in that deep voice that rolled over Minho's body. "Really eager for my cock to be in you?"
Moving his hand down, Jinki lifted Minho's leg against his side as he continued kissing him, giving him better access to the younger man's entrance. Minho showed no resistance and leaned back against the desk, lifting his legs up to hook around Jinki's waist. Jinki smirked at him before spitting on his fingers and moving them back down to rub the spit against Minho's hole. Minho moaned at the feeling, ready to get things going.
When the first finger slipped in, Minho gasped because it had been a while since anyone had fucked him. But his competitive streak had him quickly pushing down against the finger, trying to make his boss go faster. Jinki seemed surprised by it, obviously being able to feel how tight Minho was. "You like that? You like the way it feels when I stretch you?" he asked, sounding breathless and turned on.
"Yeah," Minho responded, having to unclench his jaw because it hurt the way Jinki's finger was moving so quickly right away. "I want more. Faster."
Jinki bit down on his lip and pressed a second finger against Minho's asshole, pushing it in slower. Minho moved his hand up and pressed it against the back of Jinki's neck, threading his fingers in the hair there. He moaned deeply as Jinki started to work the fingers in and out of him. Minho moved his hips slowly against the fingers, trying to help get himself ready. Jinki smiled at him and leaned in to lick along the shell of his ear. "You like being in control, don't you, Minho?" he asked, making Minho shiver because of the breath against his skin.
Smiling a little because it was true, Minho shrugged. "I like getting things the way I want them." he didn't bother to add that he liked to win, and that he was really competitive.
Smirking, Jinki curved his fingers inside of Minho, making the younger gasp and arch his back as stars jumped in front of his vision. A slew of quiet curses left his mouth as Jinki started fucking him harder with his fingers. Suddenly a third one was pressing in, hard and fast. Minho clenched his eyes shut and wrapped his arm tightly around Jinki's shoulders, gulping deep breaths of air as his heart hammered against his chest.
Jinki's fingers were really stretching him, and the way it felt made Minho sweat because he knew his penis was going to stretch him a lot more. Jinki's fingers moved so fast that Minho was panting as he tried to keep his mind up with the feelings racing through his body. "Is this how you wanted it?" Jinki asked, his voice breathy and deep. Suddenly he pulled his fingers out and pressed the tip of his cock against Minho's hole. He only had a second to take a deep breath before Jinki was pushing in.
"Fuck," Minho whispered, his head falling back as he tried to catch his breath while also trying to relax around Jinki's big penis. Jinki was slow, but that didn't really help Minho feel completely okay as he was stretched more than he ever had been. Jinki buried his face against Minho's neck, his breath heavy and hot against his skin.
"You really are tight," he said after he'd managed to push most of the way in. Minho realized how tense his arm was around Jinki and he loosened it slightly, trying to relax his muscles all over more. Biting down on his lower lip hard, Minho remembered the battle he was fighting and slowly rocked his hips against Jinki, earning him a deep moan. The sound urged him on, making him continue moving his hips, Jinki's cock starting to slowly slide in and out of him.
Closing his eyes, Minho felt the burning inside of him spreading to every inch Jinki's cock hit. Jinki had been still for the most part, letting Minho pretty much ride him, but after a little while he pressed his hips forward, making his cock slide all the way in. Minho gasped and arched against him, his fingernails digging into his boss's back slightly. Jinki's hands moved to grasp Minho's hips, pulling him tightly against him as he started pushing in and out, harder and faster than Minho had been going.
Eyes widening, Minho clenched his jaw and took a deep breath, his own movements stalling as Jinki fucked him. His lips grazed over Minho's skin on his neck and the bit of his shoulder that was exposed. One hand moved to press under his shirt, his fingers brushing over his nipples. Minho moaned, the feeling good and distracting as he was still getting accustomed to Jinki's penis. Slowly it started to feel better and easier. Minho pressed his lips together as he started pressing back against him again. One hand fell to the desk, holding himself up and using it and his legs wrapped around Jinki so he could fuck his dick.
Jinki moaned against his neck, his breath making Minho shiver as he pushed against him harder. Jinki's hips jerked against him, making his cock slide in so deep. Minho gasped as he hit his prostate. "Mmm, harder," he moaned quietly, and Jinki happily complied with the request, satisfying his own need at the same time. Minho's hand moved before Jinki could even consider it, leaving the older man's shoulder to wrap around his needy cock. He moaned as he started stroking himself quickly, matching Jinki's thrusts. The pace was fast, something that Minho didn't mind and also understood really well. It was the middle of the work day. Of course Jinki had more important things to do than have leisurely sex. Although a part of Minho wondered if it would happen again. Maybe if he got to stick around anyway.
Jinki moaned, his hands tightening around Minho's hips as he pushed in faster, hitting Minho's sweet spot hard. Minho gasped and tugged himself into release. Jinki gasped as the younger man's muscles constricted around him. He sped up even more, making the desk shake slightly, which made Minho worry about being heard again. But then Jinki was pulling out and moving his hand to his penis to finish himself. As he came, his seed shot out onto Minho's abs and thighs. He was still breathing heavy as Jinki stepped back, allowing him to lower his legs to the floor and stand.
"Phew," Jinki breathed as he pulled his pants back on. "That's not a bad way to spend lunch," he commented with a smile that made his eyes crinkle in the way Minho had been attracted to when they first met.
Smiling back at him, Minho nodded as he moved to grab some tissues to clean himself off. "I don't think I could think of a better way."
"Maybe if we had some actual lunch to share," Jinki responded as he sank down into his chair. "Ah, next time I'll be sure to order us some chicken before hand. Then it will get here about the time we finish."
Minho chewed on his inner lip and frowned. "So, I'm not…" he trailed off, not sure he wanted to really give his boss the idea of firing him.
"You're fine this time. I shouldn't have given you something with such a tight time limit for your first job anyway. This time, you can go get me lunch instead. Until you get more accustomed to this office, I'll lessen your work load."
"No," Minho said with his pants halfway done up. He moved to the desk and pressed his hands against it, leaning forward. "I can do my job. I won't mess up again."
Jinki smiled as if he'd known Minho would say that, and the younger man couldn't help but wonder if he'd suggested easier jobs on purpose just to get him fired up. Either way, it was working.
"Okay," he said slowly, "then we'll see what you can do. I'll send some files to you in about an hour and I'll need an account written for me by tomorrow morning. That should give you enough time to eat. I'm sure you'll be hungry after this meeting." he smiled again, finding amusement in alluding to them having sex.
Smiling, Minho responded, "I'm sure I will. I'm sure we both will," he added, trying to keep the challenge out of his tone. He was pretty sure he failed though because Jinki's eyes narrowed slightly while he smiled.
"Yes, well, you were pretty energetic," he commented as he picked up his phone. After hitting a number he began to speak into it, "Yeah, Key, can you order me lunch? I'll have the usual. Get me an extra too. Yeah, I know it's not your job." there was a long pause in which Jinki drummed his fingers on the table and smiled, and Minho swore he could hear the raised voice of the guy he'd seen around the office before. Usually he was walking around nitpicking everyone else's work, to the point where Minho had actually wondered if that was his job. Now he thought it was probably just one of the extra things he took it on himself to do. Finally, Jinki spoke again, "Thank you, Key."
Hanging up the phone, Jinki grinned widely at him. "I think this office is really starting to fill up with some interesting characters," he said fondly. "Oh, you can unlock the door now, and if you want to share lunch, it will be here in thirty minutes. Until then, we both have work to do. Jonghyun will give you something to keep you busy. Just ask him what to do."
Minho frowned slightly at the name of the other man, the one who he was pretty sure had been the culprit of the copier jamming earlier. "Yes, sir," he said simply, not one to out someone else's mistakes. "I'll get right to work," he added with a small bow before walking out of the office, a new determination rising in him. He would succeed at this job. He would be the best in the office, and it didn't have anything to do with winning Jinki's favor. He just wanted to be the best. Right. Well, maybe he would like it if Jinki showed more interest in him, but he wasn't going to jump too quickly to pursue an office affair. It didn't really sound like a bad idea either though.
As he got back to his desk and Taemin gave him a wide-eyed look, Minho wondered why the other man had said their boss was so strict. He sat down heavily and narrowed his eyes at the blonde, earning a cheeky grin as Taemin started to poke fun at him for the deathly white face he'd had when he went in to see Jinki earlier. Minho knew when he'd been had, so he proceeded to ignore the younger man for the remainder of the day, especially when he asked why he'd been in the office so long and if he'd gotten in any trouble. Minho thought he could say that he had gotten in a bit of trouble, considering it would be really uncomfortable to sit and move around much for the rest of the day. It wasn't something he really minded though, not really.
Pairing: Onew/Minho
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Office sex.
Summary: Minho messes up at his new job and has no idea what to expect from his boss, Jinki.
Word Count: 3,850
Notes: The work genre for my SHINee Genre Challenge, as requested by 4d_artbitch. I really hope you like this. So far, it's the one I'm most nervous about. I hope you're okay with me making it au and based in an office. Keke. And I really hope you're okay with who is topping because I didn't ask if you had any problems with it being either way. I know a lot of people like it the other way around, so if you do I hope you'll read this with an open mind. I hope everyone else will too! And enjoy of course!
Spot For: 4d_artbitch.
Minho was screwed. He was literally about to get fired. Hands shaking slightly, he set the papers down on his boss's desk three hours after they were due. He was new at the office, so he was going to take the heat. Even though it was because the damn copier got jammed when someone before him had used it, Minho wasn't dumb. He knew very well that one little mistake could very easily cost him his job, and he knew that the new guy was always blamed if he could be.
Looking around, Minho took a slow breath and ran a hand through his hair, feeling his nerves all on edge. He wondered where his boss was. He'd only really spoken to the other man once, and that was briefly. He had a friendly, comforting smile that Minho had instantly liked. Then Minho heard from Taemin, the guy at the desk next to him, that he was really strict and even though he looked really friendly, he actually wasn't. Minho was nervous because someone he didn't know what to except from felt the scariest. Minho had made the quick decision to just go ahead and get out of there before his boss came back when he heard the door open and shut behind him.
"Ah, Minho wasn't it?" came the soft, but deep voice of Jinki. Minho took a deep breath before turning around and bowing his head.
"Yes, it is, sir," he hoped that Jinki wasn't angry. He didn't look angry, as he smiled before looking back at the papers in his hands while walking over to his desk then sitting down.
Finally laying the papers down and looking up again, he asked, "So, what can I do for you then?"
"I brought the papers you gave me to do," Minho said, hoping maybe that Jinki had been too busy to care about them.
The older man looked at the papers for a moment before standing and walking back around his desk. He stopped when he was standing right by Minho, making him feel like he almost wanted to step back, but at the same time he didn't want to. Jinki was really attractive, something Minho had noticed right away. He really liked the idea of working under someone he thought was so good looking, and he knew it wouldn't become anything unless Jinki was interested in men too. With that in mind, he thought it would be okay to have eye candy, and thought it would make him work even harder. Right now though, with Jinki standing so close, just staring at him like that, Minho couldn't help but think about the possibility of doing more. Well, if he was about to get fired he supposed it wouldn't really matter whether or not he did anything with his boss.
After a while, Jinki moved his eyes back to the paper and picked them up. "Ah, the late files."
His lips thinned before he turned and tossed the papers in the trash. Minho gaped at the action before turning his eyes back to Jinki, who was looking at him with an unreadable expression. "I don't need them anymore," he responded simply. "I needed them three hours ago. I had to get them myself. I couldn't wait for you."
"I'm really sorry," Minho spluttered out, feeling embarrassment rush over him.
Jinki simply smiled at him, but Minho could tell it wasn't a real smile because it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Minho, why are you here?"
When Minho only blinked at the question, Jinki continued, "You don't seem like you're really serious about the job, so I am asking you, why are you here? Is it just for experience until you can find a better job? Is it for fun?" at the last sentence, Jinki took a dangerous step closer that made Minho swallow hard. It was difficult for him to focus on the question when his body was more focused on the fact that Jinki was so close to him, looking up at him with that intense, and incredibly attractive expression. His eyes seemed to dig into Minho, and when he didn't get an immediate response, they narrowed, making him look even more intimidating.
"Is that it? Do you just want to play?" Jinki repeated the question, his hand moving to press against Minho's side.
"Sir?" Minho felt himself question, eyes darting to his hand, uncertainty flooding his brain. It definitely felt like Jinki was coming onto him, but it surprised him. He wasn't really against it though.
"If you want to play," he said, his voice lowering to a whisper as he leaned closer, his lips almost brushing Minho's ear, "you should go lock the door."
When Jinki leaned back Minho could see the small smile on his face. If it weren't for the hand against his side, the fingers slowly caressing him and making his blood rush, Minho might have consider the possibility of it being a joke. But there was something really serious about it, and Minho felt his cock pulling against his underwear as blood rushed to it. It was almost like Jinki could read his mind, or his body, because his smile grew a little wider and his eyes crinkled cutely at the sides.
"Go on," he encouraged, moving his hand away from Minho to gesture at the door. Minho looked over at it for a second before walking over. The lock clicking as he turned it sounded incredibly loud to his ears and he felt the paranoia of someone outside hearing and knowing what he was doing, but he pushed that thought away because he knew no one would necessarily guess what was happening.
Jinki smiled again as Minho moved back toward him. He still felt uncertain, but his body was tense with a desire for the older man. He licked his lips nervously as he stepped just as close as he had been before he moved away, still thinking that if he was going to get fired he might as well enjoy himself first.
Minho leaned in to Jinki when the older man's hand moved behind his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. His lips felt soft and Minho opened his slightly, enjoying the way they felt between his own. Jinki tilted his head and pushed his tongue into Minho's mouth, making the younger man moan quietly as he stepped closer. The heat in his body felt like it intensified as he got closer to Jinki, and he felt an arm slide around his waist, pulling him closer. Minho gasped when he felt Jinki's hard cock digging into his thigh.
Leaning back, Jinki smiled confidently, looking incredibly sexy as he glanced down and then back up. "Do you want that?" he asked in his soft voice, making Minho's nerves tingle everywhere. He nodded dumbly before taking a step back so he could drop to his knees. Jinki's hand moved to press against his head, his fingers tracing against his scalp in a gentle way that made Minho wonder if he was the kind of person who would be gentle or if he would get rougher as he got more turned on. He wondered if Jinki would pull his hair if he sucked really hard on his dick. Minho felt his stomach tense, pleasure dropping to his cock at the thought.
His hands worked fast on Jinki's belt and then the button on his pants, wanting them all to be off so he could see it and touch it. As soon as he had them undone, Minho quickly pushed his hand into Jinki's pants. He pressed his lips together to suppress a groan because god it felt big in his hand. Pushing Jinki's pants down enough to pull it out, Minho drank in the sight of his boss's large, only semi-hard penis. He felt a shiver of excitement and nervousness rush through him at seeing it. Jinki looked down at him with a small smile and it made Minho wonder if he knew how intimidating his size could be, especially to someone like Minho who hadn't had a lot of penis in his life.
When he didn't move for a minute, Jinki's fingers threaded into his hair as he pressed his hips forward slightly. Minho shook himself mentally and moved his hand to wrap fully around his length, pulling it up and down, really feeling it in his hand. Leaning closer, Minho took the tip in his mouth. He licked it with his tongue before pushing his mouth down further around it. Jinki groaned, his fingers tightening in Minho's hair. Jinki's cock hit the back of Minho's throat before he had his mouth all the way around it and Minho had to pull back to keep from gagging, but he moved his mouth back and forth along it as far as he could go without choking on it. Jinki held himself still as he petted Minho's hair and whispered in a deep voice how good it felt. This urged Minho on and he hollowed out his cheeks as he sucked harder, making Jinki groan deeply.
After he'd sucked Jinki until he was fully hard, Minho felt himself being pulled back and off his boss's cock. He looked up to see Jinki's eyes lidded with lust and looking down at him with desire. "You're really good at sucking cock, Minho," he breathed, running his hand down Minho's face. His thumb trailed over Minho's bottom lip, pressing against it hard enough that it pulled slightly. Minho felt captivated by the older man's eyes until Jinki leaned down to pick him back up to his feet.
"Let's have more fun than that," he said in a suggestive tone as he leaned in and started making out with Minho's neck, making the younger man moan and move his hands to grasp onto Jinki's arms as the older man quickly started undoing his pants. "Mmm, I want to be inside of you," he said roughly and Minho felt blood rush to his cock so fast it left him feeling light headed.
As Minho's pants fell around his ankles, Jinki pushed him back against the desk, making a few things fall with a clatter. Jinki didn't seem to mind or pay attention, so neither did Minho. Somehow Jinki had managed to get his pants off and Minho gasped as he felt Jinki rock his hips forward against him, making their cocks rub against each other. Minho pressed his teeth against his lips and pushed his hips against him, earning him an approving moan. "Do you want that, Minho?"
The question made Minho's mind race as it jumped back to Jinki saying he wanted to be inside him. Minho thought he probably wouldn't be able to bend his boss over his desk, so he figured that was the likely way to go. Despite the flaring urge to try, Minho nodded, knowing he was in no position to make demands. That, and he kind of wanted it. It was like a battle against Jinki's big cock. He'd never had one that big, and it made him want to try it. It made him want to take it and in a way, he wanted to beat it. He could take it. He knew he could take it.
"Yeah," Minho said with a smirk, kicking his pants off his ankles and then rocking his hips forward against his boss's. "I want your cock in my tight ass."
Jinki's eyes widened a little, but he quickly smirked back and leaned in to press a rough kiss against Minho's lips. "You're really naughty aren't you, Minho?" he asked in that deep voice that rolled over Minho's body. "Really eager for my cock to be in you?"
Moving his hand down, Jinki lifted Minho's leg against his side as he continued kissing him, giving him better access to the younger man's entrance. Minho showed no resistance and leaned back against the desk, lifting his legs up to hook around Jinki's waist. Jinki smirked at him before spitting on his fingers and moving them back down to rub the spit against Minho's hole. Minho moaned at the feeling, ready to get things going.
When the first finger slipped in, Minho gasped because it had been a while since anyone had fucked him. But his competitive streak had him quickly pushing down against the finger, trying to make his boss go faster. Jinki seemed surprised by it, obviously being able to feel how tight Minho was. "You like that? You like the way it feels when I stretch you?" he asked, sounding breathless and turned on.
"Yeah," Minho responded, having to unclench his jaw because it hurt the way Jinki's finger was moving so quickly right away. "I want more. Faster."
Jinki bit down on his lip and pressed a second finger against Minho's asshole, pushing it in slower. Minho moved his hand up and pressed it against the back of Jinki's neck, threading his fingers in the hair there. He moaned deeply as Jinki started to work the fingers in and out of him. Minho moved his hips slowly against the fingers, trying to help get himself ready. Jinki smiled at him and leaned in to lick along the shell of his ear. "You like being in control, don't you, Minho?" he asked, making Minho shiver because of the breath against his skin.
Smiling a little because it was true, Minho shrugged. "I like getting things the way I want them." he didn't bother to add that he liked to win, and that he was really competitive.
Smirking, Jinki curved his fingers inside of Minho, making the younger gasp and arch his back as stars jumped in front of his vision. A slew of quiet curses left his mouth as Jinki started fucking him harder with his fingers. Suddenly a third one was pressing in, hard and fast. Minho clenched his eyes shut and wrapped his arm tightly around Jinki's shoulders, gulping deep breaths of air as his heart hammered against his chest.
Jinki's fingers were really stretching him, and the way it felt made Minho sweat because he knew his penis was going to stretch him a lot more. Jinki's fingers moved so fast that Minho was panting as he tried to keep his mind up with the feelings racing through his body. "Is this how you wanted it?" Jinki asked, his voice breathy and deep. Suddenly he pulled his fingers out and pressed the tip of his cock against Minho's hole. He only had a second to take a deep breath before Jinki was pushing in.
"Fuck," Minho whispered, his head falling back as he tried to catch his breath while also trying to relax around Jinki's big penis. Jinki was slow, but that didn't really help Minho feel completely okay as he was stretched more than he ever had been. Jinki buried his face against Minho's neck, his breath heavy and hot against his skin.
"You really are tight," he said after he'd managed to push most of the way in. Minho realized how tense his arm was around Jinki and he loosened it slightly, trying to relax his muscles all over more. Biting down on his lower lip hard, Minho remembered the battle he was fighting and slowly rocked his hips against Jinki, earning him a deep moan. The sound urged him on, making him continue moving his hips, Jinki's cock starting to slowly slide in and out of him.
Closing his eyes, Minho felt the burning inside of him spreading to every inch Jinki's cock hit. Jinki had been still for the most part, letting Minho pretty much ride him, but after a little while he pressed his hips forward, making his cock slide all the way in. Minho gasped and arched against him, his fingernails digging into his boss's back slightly. Jinki's hands moved to grasp Minho's hips, pulling him tightly against him as he started pushing in and out, harder and faster than Minho had been going.
Eyes widening, Minho clenched his jaw and took a deep breath, his own movements stalling as Jinki fucked him. His lips grazed over Minho's skin on his neck and the bit of his shoulder that was exposed. One hand moved to press under his shirt, his fingers brushing over his nipples. Minho moaned, the feeling good and distracting as he was still getting accustomed to Jinki's penis. Slowly it started to feel better and easier. Minho pressed his lips together as he started pressing back against him again. One hand fell to the desk, holding himself up and using it and his legs wrapped around Jinki so he could fuck his dick.
Jinki moaned against his neck, his breath making Minho shiver as he pushed against him harder. Jinki's hips jerked against him, making his cock slide in so deep. Minho gasped as he hit his prostate. "Mmm, harder," he moaned quietly, and Jinki happily complied with the request, satisfying his own need at the same time. Minho's hand moved before Jinki could even consider it, leaving the older man's shoulder to wrap around his needy cock. He moaned as he started stroking himself quickly, matching Jinki's thrusts. The pace was fast, something that Minho didn't mind and also understood really well. It was the middle of the work day. Of course Jinki had more important things to do than have leisurely sex. Although a part of Minho wondered if it would happen again. Maybe if he got to stick around anyway.
Jinki moaned, his hands tightening around Minho's hips as he pushed in faster, hitting Minho's sweet spot hard. Minho gasped and tugged himself into release. Jinki gasped as the younger man's muscles constricted around him. He sped up even more, making the desk shake slightly, which made Minho worry about being heard again. But then Jinki was pulling out and moving his hand to his penis to finish himself. As he came, his seed shot out onto Minho's abs and thighs. He was still breathing heavy as Jinki stepped back, allowing him to lower his legs to the floor and stand.
"Phew," Jinki breathed as he pulled his pants back on. "That's not a bad way to spend lunch," he commented with a smile that made his eyes crinkle in the way Minho had been attracted to when they first met.
Smiling back at him, Minho nodded as he moved to grab some tissues to clean himself off. "I don't think I could think of a better way."
"Maybe if we had some actual lunch to share," Jinki responded as he sank down into his chair. "Ah, next time I'll be sure to order us some chicken before hand. Then it will get here about the time we finish."
Minho chewed on his inner lip and frowned. "So, I'm not…" he trailed off, not sure he wanted to really give his boss the idea of firing him.
"You're fine this time. I shouldn't have given you something with such a tight time limit for your first job anyway. This time, you can go get me lunch instead. Until you get more accustomed to this office, I'll lessen your work load."
"No," Minho said with his pants halfway done up. He moved to the desk and pressed his hands against it, leaning forward. "I can do my job. I won't mess up again."
Jinki smiled as if he'd known Minho would say that, and the younger man couldn't help but wonder if he'd suggested easier jobs on purpose just to get him fired up. Either way, it was working.
"Okay," he said slowly, "then we'll see what you can do. I'll send some files to you in about an hour and I'll need an account written for me by tomorrow morning. That should give you enough time to eat. I'm sure you'll be hungry after this meeting." he smiled again, finding amusement in alluding to them having sex.
Smiling, Minho responded, "I'm sure I will. I'm sure we both will," he added, trying to keep the challenge out of his tone. He was pretty sure he failed though because Jinki's eyes narrowed slightly while he smiled.
"Yes, well, you were pretty energetic," he commented as he picked up his phone. After hitting a number he began to speak into it, "Yeah, Key, can you order me lunch? I'll have the usual. Get me an extra too. Yeah, I know it's not your job." there was a long pause in which Jinki drummed his fingers on the table and smiled, and Minho swore he could hear the raised voice of the guy he'd seen around the office before. Usually he was walking around nitpicking everyone else's work, to the point where Minho had actually wondered if that was his job. Now he thought it was probably just one of the extra things he took it on himself to do. Finally, Jinki spoke again, "Thank you, Key."
Hanging up the phone, Jinki grinned widely at him. "I think this office is really starting to fill up with some interesting characters," he said fondly. "Oh, you can unlock the door now, and if you want to share lunch, it will be here in thirty minutes. Until then, we both have work to do. Jonghyun will give you something to keep you busy. Just ask him what to do."
Minho frowned slightly at the name of the other man, the one who he was pretty sure had been the culprit of the copier jamming earlier. "Yes, sir," he said simply, not one to out someone else's mistakes. "I'll get right to work," he added with a small bow before walking out of the office, a new determination rising in him. He would succeed at this job. He would be the best in the office, and it didn't have anything to do with winning Jinki's favor. He just wanted to be the best. Right. Well, maybe he would like it if Jinki showed more interest in him, but he wasn't going to jump too quickly to pursue an office affair. It didn't really sound like a bad idea either though.
As he got back to his desk and Taemin gave him a wide-eyed look, Minho wondered why the other man had said their boss was so strict. He sat down heavily and narrowed his eyes at the blonde, earning a cheeky grin as Taemin started to poke fun at him for the deathly white face he'd had when he went in to see Jinki earlier. Minho knew when he'd been had, so he proceeded to ignore the younger man for the remainder of the day, especially when he asked why he'd been in the office so long and if he'd gotten in any trouble. Minho thought he could say that he had gotten in a bit of trouble, considering it would be really uncomfortable to sit and move around much for the rest of the day. It wasn't something he really minded though, not really.