suit and tie (on the floor tonight)
Title: suit and tie (on the floor tonight)
Pairing: luchen
Rating: nc-17
Genre: smut
Length: 1755w
Summary: What's worse than getting a call from your boss after office hours? Getting a call from your boss after office hours while your boyfriend is fucking you into a window.
suit and tie (on the floor tonight)
Luhan isn’t sure how he got into this kind of predicament, but he doesn’t think he cares anymore.
The heat of Jongdae’s hands roaming up his chest and brushing against his nipples has him arching his back and moaning breathlessly against the glass.
“Do you like that?” Jongdae whispers into Luhan’s ears as he leans against him, thrusting shallowly-just enough to tease Luhan but nowhere enough to satiate him.
“Yes,” Luhan gasps, wriggling his hips in an attempt to rub his dick against the floor-length window in his office.
Jongdae’s hands immediately shoot down to his waist, gripping him to stop him from moving, and Luhan lets out a groan of frustration, head falling back against Jongdae’s chest.
“P-please,” Luhan moans, eyes meeting Jongdae’s desperately. “Please.”
Jongdae looks at him with a mixture of amusement and unrestrained desire, and suddenly-
“Place your hands against the window.”
The authoritative tone Jongdae adopts elicits another moan out of Luhan, and he obliges, leaning his forehead heatedly against the glass pane.
He hears the click of a bottle and it isn’t long before he feels something cold and wet against his entrance. A finger enters him and he sighs contently, pushing back ever so slightly.
“Don’t move,” Jongdae says warningly as he adds another finger, thrusting them in and out at a leisurely pace that has Luhan writhing against his hold.
Jongdae’s grips Luhan in a way that stops him from rubbing himself all over the window-he’s just centimeters away from the cool glass and it has him exhausted and unsatisfied.
“J-jongdae-faster-fast-please,” Luhan groans loudly.
To his surprise, Jongdae speeds up, pumping three fingers rapidly in and out of Luhan’s hole.
Jongdae’s own arousal is aching against his slacks and has him breathing hard against the shell of Luhan’s ear. He grinds himself up against Luhan’s ass, and Luhan keens lowly in his throat, thrusting weakly a couple times against Jongdae’s grip.
“Naughty boy,” Jongdae gasps into Luhan’s ear. “Naughty, naughty boy.”
He crooks his fingers and hits a spot that has Luhan falling forward and screaming against the glass.
“Naughty Luhan,” Jongdae repeats low in his throat as he pushes relentlessly against his prostate.
The sensual undertone of his words drives Luhan crazy and he pushes himself against Jongdae’s fingers over and over again, nonsensical words escaping his mouth at volumes that grow progressively louder.
Jongdae admires Luhan’s utterly debauched reflection against the window as he slows his fingers. His blonde hair that had once been perfectly coiffed has fallen against his face, bangs plastered to his forehead. His mouth is open and his lips are red and swollen as he mouths Jongdae’s name over and over again. His cheeks are wet with tears and his eyes look half-crazed, meeting Jongdae’s gaze in the reflection. Pink colors his cheeks and he drops his large, beautiful eyes in embarrassment.
“Jongdae…” Luhan begins, voice tremoring.
“Yes?”
Jongdae’s voice is amiable, almost as if they were on a dinner date or discussing office matters, and it has Luhan blushing even harder.
“Please…please…” He bites his lips, and his eyes dart up at Jongdae’s face before looking down again.
“Please what?”
“Please-AH-“ Luhan screams out loud when Jongdae begins thrusting his fingers again, quickly picking up his pace and making sure to hit his prostate.
“P-please fuck me-please fuck me Jongdae-OH GOD-Jongdae, please, please-ngh-“
Luhan looks hysterical as a new onslaught of tears stream down his cheeks, and his eyes are scrunched closed. He rolls his hips in circles, unable to stop, and when Jongdae suddenly pulls out his fingers, he could only moan in response.
Vaguely, Luhan registers a phone ringing, and he recognizes it as his own ringtone. He watches wide-eyed as Jongdae carelessly wipes his fingers against his pants and ruffles through Luhan’s stuff for his phone. Jongdae checks the caller ID, and his eyes light up in delight. He sends Luhan a devious look before, much to Luhan’s disdain, answering the call.
“Hello? Yes, sir. Yes, Luhan’s here. Would you like me to put him on the phone?” There is a pause. “Alright,” Jongdae’s lips curl dangerously. “I’ll give the phone to him right now.”
He walks over to Luhan, holding the phone out towards him and leaning close.
“It’s Mr. Lee,” his whispers, hot breath stinging against Luhan’s skin. “Answer the call.”
Luhan gulps and straightens up as well as he can. His hands are sticky with sweat, but so was the rest of his body, and there was nothing he could do but take the phone. His cock is still hard against his stomach, red and throbbing, and he aches to touch it and relieve himself.
“Yes, Mr. Lee?” He says carefully, hoping that his voice was calm and steady.
He listens half-heartedly to Mr. Lee launch into a full-fledged explanation on how he wanted his next project. Luhan was mostly watching Jongdae shuffle around the room.
He was looking through his briefcase and pulling something out. It takes Luhan a while to notice that it’s a condom and what the fuck why is he putting it on oh shit.
Luhan realizes too late what Jongdae’s about to do, and he looks up at him in horror, shaking his head frantically and mouthing no.
“Luhan? Are you still there?”
“Y-yes sir, I’m here.”
Jongdae grins and moves closer to Luhan, wrapping an arm around Luhan’s waist and pulling him close. Luhan struggles, but to no avail, and he lets himself fall back against Jongdae once more.
“Hands against the window,” Jongdae says quietly, careful so the phone will not pick up his words, and Luhan can hear the smile in his voice.
Jongdae grins when Luhan does what he’s told, and he pumps himself a couple of times before easing his cock between Luhan’s ass.
“No, I-I agree, I don’t think Sehun’s plan was all that good ei-ah-e-either,” Luhan gasps into the phone.
Jongdae teasingly circles his entrance with the head of his dick, and tentatively pushes in. Luhan falls against the glass, struggling to not drop the phone as he pushes back against Jongdae.
He closes his eyes as he feels Jongdae’s dick fill him up, skimming much too close against his prostate.
Jongdae could hear Mr. Lee ramble on and on about something or other, and he feels that it’s safe to start thrusting into Luhan. He slowly fucks into him, dragging the thrusts long and smooth, and watches as Luhan’s face contort in pleasure. His eyes are squeezed shut and his mouths falls open-gasping for air.
“Does this excite you?” Jongdae asks, nipping at Luhan’s ear that wasn’t plastered to the phone. “How I’m fucking you when your boss is on the other end of the line?”
Luhan twitches against Jongdae, who sneaks a hand around Luhan’s cock, pumping it slowly.
“Don’t you feel like such a slut?” Luhan shakes his head desperately. “Any moment now, you’re going to be moaning my name over and over again, and guess what?”
Jongdae speeds up his thrusts and leans even closer to Luhan, his chest flush against Luhan’s back. There’s something about the fact that Jongdae’s fucking him fully-clothed-Luhan can feel the slide of his trousers against his ass and the buttons of his dress shirt against his back-and it just turns Luhan on so much.
“Your boss is going to hear it. Hear you moaning like a whore.”
Luhan whimpers at Jongdae’s words and the phone all but drops out of his hand. To his horror, there is a pause on the other line.
“Luhan? Are you okay?”
“Y-yes sir, I’m fine. It’s just-well-I haven’t b-been feeling well.”
“Oh. In that case, should I leave you alone?”
“P-please-I’m sorry, sir, but I’m just feeling really down at the moment.”
“Alright then Luhan. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
There’s a pause, and then a click, and Luhan finally lets go of the phone. It thunks against the carpet, but Luhan couldn’t be bothered to care. Instead, he lets out a loud moan-the one he’d been trying to keep in for the last ten minutes or so-and thrusts back against Jongdae.
“Heavens,” Jongdae gasps, obviously caught off-guard.
“Jongdae, please, please fuck me properly, fuck me ha-AH-“
Luhan lets out a string of ah’s as Jongdae obliges, pulling his hips back and then thrusting them in-full force. He does it over and over again, faster and faster, and finally, he hits Luhan’s prostate.
“JONGDAE!”
Jongdae begins pounding against that spot until Luhan is rendered almost boneless, and Jongdae’s arms are the only things holding him up.
“Please touch me, oh God Jongdae, I-I can’t-“
Jongdae starts moving his hand that is around Luhan’s dick again, pumping it furiously. He takes in the arch of Luhan’s neck when he throws his head back and moans Jongdae’s name, and the twinkling beads of sweat that slides sensually down his skin. He takes in Luhan’s eyes that are dark with lust and craze and the way he bites down on his already bloodred lips in an attempt for some humility. He watches as Luhan slips out of control, his hips snapping back against Jongdae at a haphazard pace, and suddenly, he’s shooting his load all over the window.
His muscle clenches around Jongdae, and Jongdae gasps Luhan’s name before falling against him, his climax whiting out his vision. The two collapse onto the floor, leaning against the window and trying to come down from their high.
When he could finally breathe properly again, Jongdae rips off the condom and ties it, throwing it into the wastebasket with a look of disgust.
“That’s your own semen, bro,” Luhan says, voice still breathlessly.
Jongdae throws him a look and rolls his eyes, pulling him in close for a kiss.
“Seriously, this is the first time I’ve been completely naked in my own office,” Luhan says when they finally break apart.
Jongdae raises an eyebrow.
“Wait, so you’ve been partially naked here before?”
Luhan merely grins.
A/N: After such a long time, the first fic I post is pwp. I am ashamed.
title inspired by Justin Timberlake's Suit and Tie.
I've actually never heard the song before :/
I am thoroughly disturbed by the summary of this story.
Russian Translation
Pairing: luchen
Rating: nc-17
Genre: smut
Length: 1755w
Summary: What's worse than getting a call from your boss after office hours? Getting a call from your boss after office hours while your boyfriend is fucking you into a window.
suit and tie (on the floor tonight)
Luhan isn’t sure how he got into this kind of predicament, but he doesn’t think he cares anymore.
The heat of Jongdae’s hands roaming up his chest and brushing against his nipples has him arching his back and moaning breathlessly against the glass.
“Do you like that?” Jongdae whispers into Luhan’s ears as he leans against him, thrusting shallowly-just enough to tease Luhan but nowhere enough to satiate him.
“Yes,” Luhan gasps, wriggling his hips in an attempt to rub his dick against the floor-length window in his office.
Jongdae’s hands immediately shoot down to his waist, gripping him to stop him from moving, and Luhan lets out a groan of frustration, head falling back against Jongdae’s chest.
“P-please,” Luhan moans, eyes meeting Jongdae’s desperately. “Please.”
Jongdae looks at him with a mixture of amusement and unrestrained desire, and suddenly-
“Place your hands against the window.”
The authoritative tone Jongdae adopts elicits another moan out of Luhan, and he obliges, leaning his forehead heatedly against the glass pane.
He hears the click of a bottle and it isn’t long before he feels something cold and wet against his entrance. A finger enters him and he sighs contently, pushing back ever so slightly.
“Don’t move,” Jongdae says warningly as he adds another finger, thrusting them in and out at a leisurely pace that has Luhan writhing against his hold.
Jongdae’s grips Luhan in a way that stops him from rubbing himself all over the window-he’s just centimeters away from the cool glass and it has him exhausted and unsatisfied.
“J-jongdae-faster-fast-please,” Luhan groans loudly.
To his surprise, Jongdae speeds up, pumping three fingers rapidly in and out of Luhan’s hole.
Jongdae’s own arousal is aching against his slacks and has him breathing hard against the shell of Luhan’s ear. He grinds himself up against Luhan’s ass, and Luhan keens lowly in his throat, thrusting weakly a couple times against Jongdae’s grip.
“Naughty boy,” Jongdae gasps into Luhan’s ear. “Naughty, naughty boy.”
He crooks his fingers and hits a spot that has Luhan falling forward and screaming against the glass.
“Naughty Luhan,” Jongdae repeats low in his throat as he pushes relentlessly against his prostate.
The sensual undertone of his words drives Luhan crazy and he pushes himself against Jongdae’s fingers over and over again, nonsensical words escaping his mouth at volumes that grow progressively louder.
Jongdae admires Luhan’s utterly debauched reflection against the window as he slows his fingers. His blonde hair that had once been perfectly coiffed has fallen against his face, bangs plastered to his forehead. His mouth is open and his lips are red and swollen as he mouths Jongdae’s name over and over again. His cheeks are wet with tears and his eyes look half-crazed, meeting Jongdae’s gaze in the reflection. Pink colors his cheeks and he drops his large, beautiful eyes in embarrassment.
“Jongdae…” Luhan begins, voice tremoring.
“Yes?”
Jongdae’s voice is amiable, almost as if they were on a dinner date or discussing office matters, and it has Luhan blushing even harder.
“Please…please…” He bites his lips, and his eyes dart up at Jongdae’s face before looking down again.
“Please what?”
“Please-AH-“ Luhan screams out loud when Jongdae begins thrusting his fingers again, quickly picking up his pace and making sure to hit his prostate.
“P-please fuck me-please fuck me Jongdae-OH GOD-Jongdae, please, please-ngh-“
Luhan looks hysterical as a new onslaught of tears stream down his cheeks, and his eyes are scrunched closed. He rolls his hips in circles, unable to stop, and when Jongdae suddenly pulls out his fingers, he could only moan in response.
Vaguely, Luhan registers a phone ringing, and he recognizes it as his own ringtone. He watches wide-eyed as Jongdae carelessly wipes his fingers against his pants and ruffles through Luhan’s stuff for his phone. Jongdae checks the caller ID, and his eyes light up in delight. He sends Luhan a devious look before, much to Luhan’s disdain, answering the call.
“Hello? Yes, sir. Yes, Luhan’s here. Would you like me to put him on the phone?” There is a pause. “Alright,” Jongdae’s lips curl dangerously. “I’ll give the phone to him right now.”
He walks over to Luhan, holding the phone out towards him and leaning close.
“It’s Mr. Lee,” his whispers, hot breath stinging against Luhan’s skin. “Answer the call.”
Luhan gulps and straightens up as well as he can. His hands are sticky with sweat, but so was the rest of his body, and there was nothing he could do but take the phone. His cock is still hard against his stomach, red and throbbing, and he aches to touch it and relieve himself.
“Yes, Mr. Lee?” He says carefully, hoping that his voice was calm and steady.
He listens half-heartedly to Mr. Lee launch into a full-fledged explanation on how he wanted his next project. Luhan was mostly watching Jongdae shuffle around the room.
He was looking through his briefcase and pulling something out. It takes Luhan a while to notice that it’s a condom and what the fuck why is he putting it on oh shit.
Luhan realizes too late what Jongdae’s about to do, and he looks up at him in horror, shaking his head frantically and mouthing no.
“Luhan? Are you still there?”
“Y-yes sir, I’m here.”
Jongdae grins and moves closer to Luhan, wrapping an arm around Luhan’s waist and pulling him close. Luhan struggles, but to no avail, and he lets himself fall back against Jongdae once more.
“Hands against the window,” Jongdae says quietly, careful so the phone will not pick up his words, and Luhan can hear the smile in his voice.
Jongdae grins when Luhan does what he’s told, and he pumps himself a couple of times before easing his cock between Luhan’s ass.
“No, I-I agree, I don’t think Sehun’s plan was all that good ei-ah-e-either,” Luhan gasps into the phone.
Jongdae teasingly circles his entrance with the head of his dick, and tentatively pushes in. Luhan falls against the glass, struggling to not drop the phone as he pushes back against Jongdae.
He closes his eyes as he feels Jongdae’s dick fill him up, skimming much too close against his prostate.
Jongdae could hear Mr. Lee ramble on and on about something or other, and he feels that it’s safe to start thrusting into Luhan. He slowly fucks into him, dragging the thrusts long and smooth, and watches as Luhan’s face contort in pleasure. His eyes are squeezed shut and his mouths falls open-gasping for air.
“Does this excite you?” Jongdae asks, nipping at Luhan’s ear that wasn’t plastered to the phone. “How I’m fucking you when your boss is on the other end of the line?”
Luhan twitches against Jongdae, who sneaks a hand around Luhan’s cock, pumping it slowly.
“Don’t you feel like such a slut?” Luhan shakes his head desperately. “Any moment now, you’re going to be moaning my name over and over again, and guess what?”
Jongdae speeds up his thrusts and leans even closer to Luhan, his chest flush against Luhan’s back. There’s something about the fact that Jongdae’s fucking him fully-clothed-Luhan can feel the slide of his trousers against his ass and the buttons of his dress shirt against his back-and it just turns Luhan on so much.
“Your boss is going to hear it. Hear you moaning like a whore.”
Luhan whimpers at Jongdae’s words and the phone all but drops out of his hand. To his horror, there is a pause on the other line.
“Luhan? Are you okay?”
“Y-yes sir, I’m fine. It’s just-well-I haven’t b-been feeling well.”
“Oh. In that case, should I leave you alone?”
“P-please-I’m sorry, sir, but I’m just feeling really down at the moment.”
“Alright then Luhan. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
There’s a pause, and then a click, and Luhan finally lets go of the phone. It thunks against the carpet, but Luhan couldn’t be bothered to care. Instead, he lets out a loud moan-the one he’d been trying to keep in for the last ten minutes or so-and thrusts back against Jongdae.
“Heavens,” Jongdae gasps, obviously caught off-guard.
“Jongdae, please, please fuck me properly, fuck me ha-AH-“
Luhan lets out a string of ah’s as Jongdae obliges, pulling his hips back and then thrusting them in-full force. He does it over and over again, faster and faster, and finally, he hits Luhan’s prostate.
“JONGDAE!”
Jongdae begins pounding against that spot until Luhan is rendered almost boneless, and Jongdae’s arms are the only things holding him up.
“Please touch me, oh God Jongdae, I-I can’t-“
Jongdae starts moving his hand that is around Luhan’s dick again, pumping it furiously. He takes in the arch of Luhan’s neck when he throws his head back and moans Jongdae’s name, and the twinkling beads of sweat that slides sensually down his skin. He takes in Luhan’s eyes that are dark with lust and craze and the way he bites down on his already bloodred lips in an attempt for some humility. He watches as Luhan slips out of control, his hips snapping back against Jongdae at a haphazard pace, and suddenly, he’s shooting his load all over the window.
His muscle clenches around Jongdae, and Jongdae gasps Luhan’s name before falling against him, his climax whiting out his vision. The two collapse onto the floor, leaning against the window and trying to come down from their high.
When he could finally breathe properly again, Jongdae rips off the condom and ties it, throwing it into the wastebasket with a look of disgust.
“That’s your own semen, bro,” Luhan says, voice still breathlessly.
Jongdae throws him a look and rolls his eyes, pulling him in close for a kiss.
“Seriously, this is the first time I’ve been completely naked in my own office,” Luhan says when they finally break apart.
Jongdae raises an eyebrow.
“Wait, so you’ve been partially naked here before?”
Luhan merely grins.
A/N: After such a long time, the first fic I post is pwp. I am ashamed.
title inspired by Justin Timberlake's Suit and Tie.
I've actually never heard the song before :/
I am thoroughly disturbed by the summary of this story.
Russian Translation