Unexpected - 100 SuJu Challenge
Theme #20: Glow
Title: Unexpected
Pairing: Donghae/Kibum
Author: thundersquall
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 4,038
Disclaimer: If I owned them,
meiface would hunt me down and haunt my dreams until I gave them to her.
Summary: AU. Donghae gets a job as a PA to Kim Kibum, CEO of one of Seoul's largest companies. What he doesn’t expect is for Kibum to turn his life upside down.
Because
meiface prompted me to write KiHae sexytimes, and I adore her and her writing, so I made the mistake of telling her “Okay we can!” without really thinking it through first, about how I might destroy her OTP out of the kindness of my heart. But then again, I don’t need an excuse to write KiHae sex, because those two scream for it.
Just… omg, I’m really sorry, this is nowhere near what you produce, Mei. DDDD=
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“Congratulations, Donghae-sshi, you got the job,” Kibum said, leaning back in his leather chair and snapping the file he was holding shut with a flourish. He bestowed a grin, all pearly white teeth and brash cockiness, on the young man sitting opposite him.
He rather enjoyed seeing how the other man’s eyes seemed to slip a little out of focus as he stared at Kibum’s smile, blinking his wide brown eyes several times, and then visibly swallowed before shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
“I - wow, that’s - that’s great, Kim - I mean, sajangnim, thank you so much,” the man stuttered, before flashing Kibum a rather more uncertain smile of his own. Kibum’s eyes followed the curve of those full lips and wondered idly how good a kisser this Lee Donghae, now his new personal assistant, would be.
“So, I’ll expect you in here in my office at 9 o’clock tomorrow morning,” Kibum said, dismissing him with a flick of his hand. He watched, amused, as Donghae stood up hurriedly, tripping over his feet and almost overturning his chair in the process. Donghae blushed and bowed, and Kibum couldn’t help noticing how that little bit of pink in his cheeks made his smooth skin seem to glow. Quite simply, Lee Donghae was one of the finest men he’d ever clapped eyes on, and damned if he was going to let this one slip out of his clutches.
“Thank you so much, sajangnim, I won’t let you down, I’ll work hard,” Donghae said when he stood upright again, and Kibum’s smile grew even bigger as he let his eyes travel over Donghae’s lean, lithe body, the outline of his biceps clear even through his grey long-sleeved shirt. Donghae swallowed again and tugged at his tie uncomfortably, and Kibum could imagine himself reaching out, pulling at that tie, pulling Donghae towards him and -
“You may go, Donghae, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said smoothly, cutting the mental images off before he got himself into a very uncomfortable situation. Kim Kibum was nothing if not self-controlled.
Donghae hesitated for a brief moment, then bowed again before turning to leave. Kibum’s eyes followed him as he walked out of the door, sharply-creased black pants hugging long legs and the curve of his ass.
He grinned to himself when the door closed behind Donghae. It would be interesting to see how long it took him to break.
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If anyone had asked Donghae, after the first couple of weeks, how he found his new job as personal assistant to the CEO of Kim Holdings, he would have said frankly that he enjoyed it.
He certainly enjoyed the high salary, the deference with which every other employee treated him, his very own office, the perks of following Kibum to business meetings in chauffeured limousines and expensive restaurants.
The only thing he didn’t particularly like about his job was his boss.
Kibum was demanding, but that was only to be expected. He could be harsh when Donghae made mistakes, he was critical, and he was firm. But despite all that, he was, without a doubt, extremely capable, and that meant he expected near-perfection from everyone around him. Kibum may have been a rich kid who just happened to inherit a business empire from his father, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have the brains to run it.
This made Donghae like him even less, because he kept wondering why he had gotten the job, fresh out of university and with not much prior work experience. He wasn’t exactly the most meticulous person in the world either - hence the mistakes - and Kibum needed someone equally fast, equally capable, equally able to keep up with his schedules and his needs and wants. Donghae was constantly on tenterhooks that he’d be fired, and it never ceased to surprise him that he still wasn’t.
Which, of course, only made him think that Kibum had some sort of ulterior motive in hiring him. He didn’t want to think that, but he couldn’t help it, not when Kibum obviously and blatantly checked him out every single day, drinking him in with slow stares from head to toe. And that was another thing he didn’t like about his boss - getting ogled wasn’t part of his job scope, the last time he checked.
Donghae didn’t want to admit to himself that every morning he did his hair just a little more carefully than he normally would and spent extra time and care on selecting his outfit, just so he could see the satisfied gleam in Kibum’s eyes whenever he walked into his plush office.
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Kibum had never been in doubt about his own attractiveness. He was used to having his pick of both men and women alike, and he had long ago gotten comfortable with the idea that his smile could disarm both his casual pick-ups and business associates alike.
So he was a little stunned, not to mention disgruntled, when he strode into the administrative department one morning and found Donghae perched on the desk of Jessica, one of the administrative assistants who had always fallen over herself to shower adoration on Kibum. But when Kibum drew alongside her desk, she barely looked up at him - her entire focus was on Donghae, who was laughing at something she’d said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Kibum felt a slow anger welling up in his chest - only he wasn’t quite certain whether he was angry because Jessica wasn’t worshipping his presence for once, or because Donghae was paying her attention and laughing with her in a way he never did with Kibum.
“I don’t pay you both to drape yourselves over desks and share jokes during office hours,” he said coldly from behind them.
Jessica gasped in shock and Donghae almost slid off her desk and onto the ground in his haste to get to his feet.
Kibum swept a cold gaze over both of them, before brushing aside their stammered apologies. “Donghae, back in your office, now. Jessica, I need that file I asked you for two hours ago.”
Donghae slunk off to his office obediently, head hanging, and Jessica went furiously red as she rummaged through the papers on her desk. Kibum noticed how her eyes, though, still flickered towards Donghae’s retreating back as if drawn there by a magnet. He couldn’t really blame her - he himself was almost hypnotized by Donghae’s swaying hips and ass in his dress pants.
Kibum followed after Donghae once he’d gotten his file from Jessica and entered his office without knocking. The other man was standing in a corner, facing the wall, his forehead creased in a frown and biting down on his full lower lip. He turned when he heard the door open, flushing a dull red when he saw his boss framed in the doorway.
“What was that about?” Kibum asked, scowling, as he shut the door behind him. Donghae gulped. Now he’d get fired for sure. He clenched his fists, bracing himself for the dreaded words, wondering how he was going to break the news to his family, when they were so proud of him for having secured a place at such a prestigious corporation; wondering if he’d be able to find another job soon enough; thinking of his friends and how they’d react, probably tease the skin off him -
What he didn’t expect was for Kibum to stride right up to him, invading his personal space carelessly, and he was forced to take a step backwards, backing himself into the wall. “Sa - sajangnim?’ Donghae tried to say, only for the word to come out in a squeak and he was instantly mortified. Kibum didn’t seem to care as he planted his hands on the wall on either side of Donghae’s head, staring into his eyes, and Donghae had to look away from the intensity of that gaze.
“So, Donghae, you think you’re hot stuff, don’t you? Are you the resident stud of the company now?” Kibum said softly, raking his eyes over Donghae’s handsome face, his breathing getting slightly heavier. He wasn’t even sure why he was so angry, but all he knew now was that it had something to do with this man in front of him, and he needed to take it out on him right now.
“I - I’m sorry, sajangnim, it wasn’t anything, honestly, I came out for coffee and we were just having a chat, we’d only been talking for a couple of minutes when you came in…” and Donghae trailed off when Kibum abruptly brought a hand to his cheek, letting his fingers trail over the plane of his face.
“Yeah, you’re hot indeed,” Kibum muttered, not even listening, and then suddenly he leaned forward and Donghae felt insistent lips on his, dry and rough and warm, and he opened his mouth to gasp but Kibum slipped his tongue into his mouth, curling it around Donghae’s own tongue, and Donghae dimly heard his protest turn into a soft whine as his own hands came up involuntarily and gripped Kibum’s arms, tense and tight under the material of his bespoke silk shirt.
He didn’t quite know how it was happening, but he was kissing Kibum back, kissing him fiercely, their tongues lashing and when Kibum pulled back slightly Donghae moaned and leaned back into their kiss, following Kibum, his tongue darting out and running over Kibum’s lips before plunging back into his mouth, and Kibum let slip a tiny gasp of his own.
Then Kibum pulled back again, fully this time, his lips already reddened and his face flushed. He stared at Donghae for a moment, and then clarity seemed to float back into his hazy dark eyes and he said quietly, “Shit” before turning abruptly and stalking out of the office, leaving Donghae weak-kneed, mystified, and frustrated against the wall.
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Donghae had never found himself the least bit good-looking. Or at least, it would be more accurate to say that he didn’t exactly know how attractive he was. That was typical Donghae, really, as anyone who knew him could attest. Donghae tended to bounce through life without knowing just how disconcerting his looks could be.
And now, sitting in his bathtub with his knees pulled up to his chest, his fingers flicking disconsolately at soap bubbles in the rapidly cooling water, he remembered the way Kibum had looked at him, had apoken to him… had kissed him. He drew his fingers up to his lips unconsciously, running them over the skin, and felt himself hardening even at the mere memory of Kibum’s lips on his, forceful and painful and somehow the biggest turn on of Donghae’s life.
Donghae had never even considered the possibility that he was gay. He’d never had any feelings, whether romantic or sexual, towards another man, and he’d always had girlfriends. And then he’d met Kim Kibum, the man with the alluring smile and the intense eyes and the arms that strained against the material of his shirts, and somehow all his emotions had been thrown off kilter.
Was he really gay? Could he really be into men?
Whatever he felt towards Kibum, he tried to tell himself over and over, was simply admiration and respect for his capable, intelligent, utterly beautiful boss.
Even as Donghae reached a hand into the water to guiltily palm his arousal while thinking of Kibum, even when he was stroking himself while picturing Kibum on his knees in front of him, even when he came all over his hand, biting back a moan of Kibum’s name, he continued telling himself it was only admiration.
Except he knew it was much more than that.
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Kibum was nervous. It was frankly ridiculous, because he was Kim Kibum, CEO of one of the largest corporations in South Korea, entrepreneur extraordinaire, and here he was shivering in his expensive handstitched Italian leather shoes and his tailor-made silk shirt and his platinum cufflinks.
Then again, no one had ever quite affected him the way Lee Donghae had.
The man in question was standing in front of his desk, fidgeting uncomfortably. He’d swallowed and tried to speak several times, but he couldn’t say a word, and Kibum was too agitated to do anything except wait for Donghae to collect himself.
He watched as Donghae stuttered a few meaningless words out before seeming to give up and then sliding an envelope on to his desk in front of him. The envelope, stark white against the dark mahogany wood of his desk, stared up at Kibum, the words “Letter of Resignation” scrawled across it.
In a flash Kibum was on his feet, snatching the envelope up in one hand. “What is this, Donghae?”
“It’s - “ Donghae paused. “I - I would like to resign, sajangnim. With immediate effect.”
“Why?” Kibum’s eyes narrowed, “Is this to do with what happened the other week?”
Donghae took a deep breath, but didn’t answer.
“Because if it is, well, it was - it was a mistake. I didn’t mean to do it. Okay? Why don’t we just forget about it?” He tossed the letter back on the desk. “I refuse to accept your resignation, Donghae.”
Donghae looked up at him then, and Kibum was startled to see his eyes suddenly fill with tears. “Excuse me?” he whispered. “It was a mistake?”
Kibum realized how he must have sounded, and shit, he hadn’t meant to make Donghae sound like a toy. He passed his hand over his face wearily, and slapped his palms on his desk. “No, listen Donghae, what I meant was -“
“I know what you mean, sajangnim,’ Donghae said, cutting him off. “I’ll be leaving now.” He turned to go.
And then Kibum found himself springing out of his chair, his legs moving automatically, so fast that he tipped it over, but he only dimly heard the thud of it against the carpeted floor as he reached out and grabbed Donghae by his tie and pulled him in. Donghae, caught off guard, stumbled and fell over his desk, scattering papers and his letter on to the floor, but Kibum grabbed his collar with his free hand and hoisted him up, crushing their lips together for a kiss.
It was hard and bruising and more much fervent than the previous one, and Donghae was struggling in his grip, but he merely twisted his fingers tighter into his tie and yanked him even closer, his tongue forcing Donghae’s lips open and delving greedily inside. Donghae reached up and gripped on to his arms as he had the previous time, pushing frantically, but Kibum chose that moment to bite down on Donghae’s lip, hard enough for him to taste the metallic tang of blood, and as Donghae’s breath hitched he ran his tongue over the bruised spot, soothing it, Donghae’s grip relaxing as he slid his hands almost unknowingly over Kibum’s biceps, feeling the gentle bumps of the muscles under his skin.
“Sajangnim…” Donghae whimpered, his hands plucking at Kibum’s shirt helplessly. He wasn’t sure what he was doing right now, he was no longer certain if he should be resisting or responding, but his body was out of control; all he could feel were Kibum’s lips, all clashing teeth and tongue and wet sloppy heat.
Kibum’s only response was to slide one arm around his waist and lift him up, forcing him on his knees on the desk, his fingers still entwined in his tie and Donghae couldn’t even pull away. Kibum mouthed along his jawline, trailing his lips down to his neck, before flicking his tongue over his Adam’s apple, and Donghae couldn’t help but moan, before he brought his hand up to his mouth and bit down on it, trying to muffle himself.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Kibum muttered into his skin, and Donghae wasn’t certain why he was swearing, but Kibum’s hands had slipped under his shirt, bunching it up around his chest, his hands hot on his body and before he knew it he himself was tearing at Kibum’s shirt, the expensive silk ripping audibly, and then both of them were lost in the moment, caught up in the sensation of skin on heated skin.
“Sajangnim, sajangnim, please…” Donghae gasped, not even sure what he was pleading for, until Kibum slid a hand between both of them, cupping his erection and rubbing it through his pants, and Donghae had never thought he would be like this but his mind was completely clouded by Kibum, and he brought his own hand downwards and gripped Kibum’s arousal himself, and this time Kibum did let slip a moan.
“Donghae, fuck,” he swore again, and there was a click as Donghae heard his belt buckle being undone. Kibum pulled his pants and boxers down at the same time and wrapped long fingers around his cock, thumbing the head gently, and Donghae actually mewled, bucking upwards involuntarily as Kibum began stroking him, fingers working with almost eerie control.
Kibum forced him backwards so he was lying on the desk, legs dangling over the edge, and then he climbed over Donghae as well, hand moving on him all the time. He looked down at Donghae, hair tousled and chest heaving, erotic little moans escaping from his throat, and he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. He took his hands off Donghae quickly enough to reach back for the bottle of hand cream he kept in his drawer, and then he squeezed some of it onto his fingers, coating them liberally.
“Trust me, Donghae,” he whispered, then resumed pumping his cock, and as Donghae gasped at his touch he slipped a lubed finger into him. Donghae hardly seemed to notice, except that he reached down and gripped Kibum’s wrist, looking at him almost pleadingly.
“Relax,” Kibum said again, his voice husky, and then he slid another finger in. Donghae winced this time, slightly, but when Kibum started moving his fingers slowly, he choked a little, his free hand grabbing on to Kibum’s shoulder. Kibum ignored his silent plea, moving his fingers in a little deeper, searching patiently.
He knew he’d found the spot when his fingertips brushed a little spongy bump in Donghae and Donghae almost screamed, his back arching up off the desk, and Kibum smiled to himself in satisfaction as he continued pressing against it relentlessly, enjoying Donghae’s little cries.
Donghae was moaning almost uncontrollably under him by the time he pulled his fingers out and undid his own pants, and he actually whined in protest at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Kibum grinned at him, feeling confident for the first time since Donghae had entered his office, as he coated himself in the hand lotion. “So impatient already, Donghae?” he said.
“I - no, sajangnim, just - oh,’ Donghae stuttered, and Kibum laughed, gripping Donghae’s thighs and pushing them up before leaning down to capture his lips in another kiss.
“Call me Kibum,” he said lowly, and then he slid in and Donghae really did scream this time but Kibum swallowed it, his hand going to Donghae’s cock and stroking him gently, hoping to distract him from the pain. He stayed as still as he could, waiting for Donghae to adjust, planting light kisses on his cheeks and lips.
“Are you okay?” he asked gently after a while, and Donghae took a deep shuddering breath before saying a soft “Yes.”
Kibum began moving, slowly at first, watching Donghae’s face closely. He was rewarded when he shifted his hips slightly, and Donghae’s eyes snapped open as he moaned loudly, his legs going around Kibum’s waist. Kibum moved his free hand from Donghae’s thighs to his hip, holding it firmly against the desk as he thrust shallowly in and out of Donghae, careful to angle himself properly so that he brushed just teasingly against Donghae’s prostate, his strokes too slow and too shallow. “Say my name, Donghae,” he ordered.
"Sa - sajangnim," Donghae mewled, arching his hips higher to meet Kibum's thrusts, but Kibum gripped his hips tighter, pushing him down on to the desk forcefully. "Please, sajangnim, more, I need more..." he begged, trying to push himself up again but Kibum held him firmly, biceps rippling with the effort.
"Say my name, Donghae," Kibum rasped, stopping his movements, and Donghae sobbed in pure desperation, his hands sliding over Kibum’s arms, fingers sinking into the muscles as he tried to leverage himself to buck upwards against Kibum.
"Please, sajangnim, please," he choked out, and Kibum growled.
"I said, say my name, Donghae!" he snarled, moving his hips just slightly, and Donghae gasped at the sudden friction.
"Kibum, Kibum, oh my god Kibum, just fuck me!" he screamed, and Kibum yanked his hips up and slammed into him so hard that Donghae could only scream again, the words coming out in an incomprehensible scream as he wrapped his legs tighter around Kibum’s waist.
“That’s what I want to hear,” Kibum breathed before he sank into the feeling of Donghae around him, of being buried in that excruciatingly tight heat as he pounded into Donghae over and over again, Donghae writhing so hard under him he could hardly hold on to him properly. He wasn’t going to last, Donghae was all velvet heat and rough tightness round him, and he wrapped a hand around Donghae’s cock, pumping fast in time to his thrusts.
“Kibum, Kibum - “ Donghae managed to get out before he arched his back one final time and came, uttering a long, low cry, semen splattering in thick ropes over Kibum’s hand and abdomen as he dragged his nails painfully down Kibum’s biceps, leaving long red trails. Kibum followed him almost immediately, emptying himself into Donghae as the other man clenched down agonizingly tightly on him, pulsating around him, wave after wave of pleasure sweeping over him.
He slumped down on top of Donghae, both of them shuddering in the last aftershocks of their orgasms, their hearts fluttering against each other and their breathing harsh. Kibum’s knees were aching and probably bruised from being against the hard surface of his desk, but right now he really couldn’t care, not when his climax was still fogging his brain and Donghae felt so warm under him -
But Donghae was pushing him off, pushing with all his strength, and he slipped off the desk and crumpled to the floor, his legs feeling boneless. He looked up to see Donghae’s horrified face.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, what did I do?” were the first words out of Donghae’s mouth.
Kibum stood up slowly as Donghae scrambled off his desk, picking up his discarded pants with shaky hands, trampling on the papers now scattered all over the floor. “Donghae-yah…” he began carefully.
“Don’t talk to me!” Donghae screamed, whipping back to face Kibum, and Kibum saw there were tears streaking his face. “Don’t fucking say a word, don’t you dare, I don’t want - “
But his words were cut off when Kibum strode around the desk, torn shirt and loosened tie flapping foolishly against his chest, and enveloped him in a hug.
“Don’t go, Donghae,” he whispered, and Donghae stiffened in his arms.
“You - you - “ he said brokenly, and then he was sobbing into Kibum’s shoulder as Kibum ran gentle hands up and down his spine, smoothing his hair back from his forehead, placing gentle kisses on his temple.
“I agree this isn’t quite the way I would have wanted us to start out, but… we could try again?” he suggested, and Donghae raised teary eyes to him.
“I - I’m not just a toy? You’re not playing?”
“God, no, I’m not,” Kibum said. He took a deep breath, unsure of what to say. How did you tell someone you liked him and wanted him with you? Kibum had never had to do this before, but of course, he had never met anyone like Lee Donghae before. In the end, he settled for the simplest phrase he could think of.
“Please, stay.”
Donghae didn’t answer, but he bowed his head back into Kibum’s shoulder and held him tighter, and Kibum supposed that was answer enough.
Title: Unexpected
Pairing: Donghae/Kibum
Author: thundersquall
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 4,038
Disclaimer: If I owned them,
meiface would hunt me down and haunt my dreams until I gave them to her.
Summary: AU. Donghae gets a job as a PA to Kim Kibum, CEO of one of Seoul's largest companies. What he doesn’t expect is for Kibum to turn his life upside down.
Because
meiface prompted me to write KiHae sexytimes, and I adore her and her writing, so I made the mistake of telling her “Okay we can!” without really thinking it through first, about how I might destroy her OTP out of the kindness of my heart. But then again, I don’t need an excuse to write KiHae sex, because those two scream for it.
Just… omg, I’m really sorry, this is nowhere near what you produce, Mei. DDDD=
Note: I've been getting a lot of PMs from people, thank you everyone kindly! I generally reply to every PM I get, but some of you have enabled privacy options which means that even though I receive your PMs, I can't reply. *sadfaces* I just got one like that, a couple of hours ago from kpoppedheart , which reminded me that I have to somehow let these people know that I can't reply to them, it's not that I don't want to! Thanks guys, and you're all much appreciated!
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“Congratulations, Donghae-sshi, you got the job,” Kibum said, leaning back in his leather chair and snapping the file he was holding shut with a flourish. He bestowed a grin, all pearly white teeth and brash cockiness, on the young man sitting opposite him.
He rather enjoyed seeing how the other man’s eyes seemed to slip a little out of focus as he stared at Kibum’s smile, blinking his wide brown eyes several times, and then visibly swallowed before shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
“I - wow, that’s - that’s great, Kim - I mean, sajangnim, thank you so much,” the man stuttered, before flashing Kibum a rather more uncertain smile of his own. Kibum’s eyes followed the curve of those full lips and wondered idly how good a kisser this Lee Donghae, now his new personal assistant, would be.
“So, I’ll expect you in here in my office at 9 o’clock tomorrow morning,” Kibum said, dismissing him with a flick of his hand. He watched, amused, as Donghae stood up hurriedly, tripping over his feet and almost overturning his chair in the process. Donghae blushed and bowed, and Kibum couldn’t help noticing how that little bit of pink in his cheeks made his smooth skin seem to glow. Quite simply, Lee Donghae was one of the finest men he’d ever clapped eyes on, and damned if he was going to let this one slip out of his clutches.
“Thank you so much, sajangnim, I won’t let you down, I’ll work hard,” Donghae said when he stood upright again, and Kibum’s smile grew even bigger as he let his eyes travel over Donghae’s lean, lithe body, the outline of his biceps clear even through his grey long-sleeved shirt. Donghae swallowed again and tugged at his tie uncomfortably, and Kibum could imagine himself reaching out, pulling at that tie, pulling Donghae towards him and -
“You may go, Donghae, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said smoothly, cutting the mental images off before he got himself into a very uncomfortable situation. Kim Kibum was nothing if not self-controlled.
Donghae hesitated for a brief moment, then bowed again before turning to leave. Kibum’s eyes followed him as he walked out of the door, sharply-creased black pants hugging long legs and the curve of his ass.
He grinned to himself when the door closed behind Donghae. It would be interesting to see how long it took him to break.
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If anyone had asked Donghae, after the first couple of weeks, how he found his new job as personal assistant to the CEO of Kim Holdings, he would have said frankly that he enjoyed it.
He certainly enjoyed the high salary, the deference with which every other employee treated him, his very own office, the perks of following Kibum to business meetings in chauffeured limousines and expensive restaurants.
The only thing he didn’t particularly like about his job was his boss.
Kibum was demanding, but that was only to be expected. He could be harsh when Donghae made mistakes, he was critical, and he was firm. But despite all that, he was, without a doubt, extremely capable, and that meant he expected near-perfection from everyone around him. Kibum may have been a rich kid who just happened to inherit a business empire from his father, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have the brains to run it.
This made Donghae like him even less, because he kept wondering why he had gotten the job, fresh out of university and with not much prior work experience. He wasn’t exactly the most meticulous person in the world either - hence the mistakes - and Kibum needed someone equally fast, equally capable, equally able to keep up with his schedules and his needs and wants. Donghae was constantly on tenterhooks that he’d be fired, and it never ceased to surprise him that he still wasn’t.
Which, of course, only made him think that Kibum had some sort of ulterior motive in hiring him. He didn’t want to think that, but he couldn’t help it, not when Kibum obviously and blatantly checked him out every single day, drinking him in with slow stares from head to toe. And that was another thing he didn’t like about his boss - getting ogled wasn’t part of his job scope, the last time he checked.
Donghae didn’t want to admit to himself that every morning he did his hair just a little more carefully than he normally would and spent extra time and care on selecting his outfit, just so he could see the satisfied gleam in Kibum’s eyes whenever he walked into his plush office.
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Kibum had never been in doubt about his own attractiveness. He was used to having his pick of both men and women alike, and he had long ago gotten comfortable with the idea that his smile could disarm both his casual pick-ups and business associates alike.
So he was a little stunned, not to mention disgruntled, when he strode into the administrative department one morning and found Donghae perched on the desk of Jessica, one of the administrative assistants who had always fallen over herself to shower adoration on Kibum. But when Kibum drew alongside her desk, she barely looked up at him - her entire focus was on Donghae, who was laughing at something she’d said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Kibum felt a slow anger welling up in his chest - only he wasn’t quite certain whether he was angry because Jessica wasn’t worshipping his presence for once, or because Donghae was paying her attention and laughing with her in a way he never did with Kibum.
“I don’t pay you both to drape yourselves over desks and share jokes during office hours,” he said coldly from behind them.
Jessica gasped in shock and Donghae almost slid off her desk and onto the ground in his haste to get to his feet.
Kibum swept a cold gaze over both of them, before brushing aside their stammered apologies. “Donghae, back in your office, now. Jessica, I need that file I asked you for two hours ago.”
Donghae slunk off to his office obediently, head hanging, and Jessica went furiously red as she rummaged through the papers on her desk. Kibum noticed how her eyes, though, still flickered towards Donghae’s retreating back as if drawn there by a magnet. He couldn’t really blame her - he himself was almost hypnotized by Donghae’s swaying hips and ass in his dress pants.
Kibum followed after Donghae once he’d gotten his file from Jessica and entered his office without knocking. The other man was standing in a corner, facing the wall, his forehead creased in a frown and biting down on his full lower lip. He turned when he heard the door open, flushing a dull red when he saw his boss framed in the doorway.
“What was that about?” Kibum asked, scowling, as he shut the door behind him. Donghae gulped. Now he’d get fired for sure. He clenched his fists, bracing himself for the dreaded words, wondering how he was going to break the news to his family, when they were so proud of him for having secured a place at such a prestigious corporation; wondering if he’d be able to find another job soon enough; thinking of his friends and how they’d react, probably tease the skin off him -
What he didn’t expect was for Kibum to stride right up to him, invading his personal space carelessly, and he was forced to take a step backwards, backing himself into the wall. “Sa - sajangnim?’ Donghae tried to say, only for the word to come out in a squeak and he was instantly mortified. Kibum didn’t seem to care as he planted his hands on the wall on either side of Donghae’s head, staring into his eyes, and Donghae had to look away from the intensity of that gaze.
“So, Donghae, you think you’re hot stuff, don’t you? Are you the resident stud of the company now?” Kibum said softly, raking his eyes over Donghae’s handsome face, his breathing getting slightly heavier. He wasn’t even sure why he was so angry, but all he knew now was that it had something to do with this man in front of him, and he needed to take it out on him right now.
“I - I’m sorry, sajangnim, it wasn’t anything, honestly, I came out for coffee and we were just having a chat, we’d only been talking for a couple of minutes when you came in…” and Donghae trailed off when Kibum abruptly brought a hand to his cheek, letting his fingers trail over the plane of his face.
“Yeah, you’re hot indeed,” Kibum muttered, not even listening, and then suddenly he leaned forward and Donghae felt insistent lips on his, dry and rough and warm, and he opened his mouth to gasp but Kibum slipped his tongue into his mouth, curling it around Donghae’s own tongue, and Donghae dimly heard his protest turn into a soft whine as his own hands came up involuntarily and gripped Kibum’s arms, tense and tight under the material of his bespoke silk shirt.
He didn’t quite know how it was happening, but he was kissing Kibum back, kissing him fiercely, their tongues lashing and when Kibum pulled back slightly Donghae moaned and leaned back into their kiss, following Kibum, his tongue darting out and running over Kibum’s lips before plunging back into his mouth, and Kibum let slip a tiny gasp of his own.
Then Kibum pulled back again, fully this time, his lips already reddened and his face flushed. He stared at Donghae for a moment, and then clarity seemed to float back into his hazy dark eyes and he said quietly, “Shit” before turning abruptly and stalking out of the office, leaving Donghae weak-kneed, mystified, and frustrated against the wall.
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Donghae had never found himself the least bit good-looking. Or at least, it would be more accurate to say that he didn’t exactly know how attractive he was. That was typical Donghae, really, as anyone who knew him could attest. Donghae tended to bounce through life without knowing just how disconcerting his looks could be.
And now, sitting in his bathtub with his knees pulled up to his chest, his fingers flicking disconsolately at soap bubbles in the rapidly cooling water, he remembered the way Kibum had looked at him, had apoken to him… had kissed him. He drew his fingers up to his lips unconsciously, running them over the skin, and felt himself hardening even at the mere memory of Kibum’s lips on his, forceful and painful and somehow the biggest turn on of Donghae’s life.
Donghae had never even considered the possibility that he was gay. He’d never had any feelings, whether romantic or sexual, towards another man, and he’d always had girlfriends. And then he’d met Kim Kibum, the man with the alluring smile and the intense eyes and the arms that strained against the material of his shirts, and somehow all his emotions had been thrown off kilter.
Was he really gay? Could he really be into men?
Whatever he felt towards Kibum, he tried to tell himself over and over, was simply admiration and respect for his capable, intelligent, utterly beautiful boss.
Even as Donghae reached a hand into the water to guiltily palm his arousal while thinking of Kibum, even when he was stroking himself while picturing Kibum on his knees in front of him, even when he came all over his hand, biting back a moan of Kibum’s name, he continued telling himself it was only admiration.
Except he knew it was much more than that.
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Kibum was nervous. It was frankly ridiculous, because he was Kim Kibum, CEO of one of the largest corporations in South Korea, entrepreneur extraordinaire, and here he was shivering in his expensive handstitched Italian leather shoes and his tailor-made silk shirt and his platinum cufflinks.
Then again, no one had ever quite affected him the way Lee Donghae had.
The man in question was standing in front of his desk, fidgeting uncomfortably. He’d swallowed and tried to speak several times, but he couldn’t say a word, and Kibum was too agitated to do anything except wait for Donghae to collect himself.
He watched as Donghae stuttered a few meaningless words out before seeming to give up and then sliding an envelope on to his desk in front of him. The envelope, stark white against the dark mahogany wood of his desk, stared up at Kibum, the words “Letter of Resignation” scrawled across it.
In a flash Kibum was on his feet, snatching the envelope up in one hand. “What is this, Donghae?”
“It’s - “ Donghae paused. “I - I would like to resign, sajangnim. With immediate effect.”
“Why?” Kibum’s eyes narrowed, “Is this to do with what happened the other week?”
Donghae took a deep breath, but didn’t answer.
“Because if it is, well, it was - it was a mistake. I didn’t mean to do it. Okay? Why don’t we just forget about it?” He tossed the letter back on the desk. “I refuse to accept your resignation, Donghae.”
Donghae looked up at him then, and Kibum was startled to see his eyes suddenly fill with tears. “Excuse me?” he whispered. “It was a mistake?”
Kibum realized how he must have sounded, and shit, he hadn’t meant to make Donghae sound like a toy. He passed his hand over his face wearily, and slapped his palms on his desk. “No, listen Donghae, what I meant was -“
“I know what you mean, sajangnim,’ Donghae said, cutting him off. “I’ll be leaving now.” He turned to go.
And then Kibum found himself springing out of his chair, his legs moving automatically, so fast that he tipped it over, but he only dimly heard the thud of it against the carpeted floor as he reached out and grabbed Donghae by his tie and pulled him in. Donghae, caught off guard, stumbled and fell over his desk, scattering papers and his letter on to the floor, but Kibum grabbed his collar with his free hand and hoisted him up, crushing their lips together for a kiss.
It was hard and bruising and more much fervent than the previous one, and Donghae was struggling in his grip, but he merely twisted his fingers tighter into his tie and yanked him even closer, his tongue forcing Donghae’s lips open and delving greedily inside. Donghae reached up and gripped on to his arms as he had the previous time, pushing frantically, but Kibum chose that moment to bite down on Donghae’s lip, hard enough for him to taste the metallic tang of blood, and as Donghae’s breath hitched he ran his tongue over the bruised spot, soothing it, Donghae’s grip relaxing as he slid his hands almost unknowingly over Kibum’s biceps, feeling the gentle bumps of the muscles under his skin.
“Sajangnim…” Donghae whimpered, his hands plucking at Kibum’s shirt helplessly. He wasn’t sure what he was doing right now, he was no longer certain if he should be resisting or responding, but his body was out of control; all he could feel were Kibum’s lips, all clashing teeth and tongue and wet sloppy heat.
Kibum’s only response was to slide one arm around his waist and lift him up, forcing him on his knees on the desk, his fingers still entwined in his tie and Donghae couldn’t even pull away. Kibum mouthed along his jawline, trailing his lips down to his neck, before flicking his tongue over his Adam’s apple, and Donghae couldn’t help but moan, before he brought his hand up to his mouth and bit down on it, trying to muffle himself.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Kibum muttered into his skin, and Donghae wasn’t certain why he was swearing, but Kibum’s hands had slipped under his shirt, bunching it up around his chest, his hands hot on his body and before he knew it he himself was tearing at Kibum’s shirt, the expensive silk ripping audibly, and then both of them were lost in the moment, caught up in the sensation of skin on heated skin.
“Sajangnim, sajangnim, please…” Donghae gasped, not even sure what he was pleading for, until Kibum slid a hand between both of them, cupping his erection and rubbing it through his pants, and Donghae had never thought he would be like this but his mind was completely clouded by Kibum, and he brought his own hand downwards and gripped Kibum’s arousal himself, and this time Kibum did let slip a moan.
“Donghae, fuck,” he swore again, and there was a click as Donghae heard his belt buckle being undone. Kibum pulled his pants and boxers down at the same time and wrapped long fingers around his cock, thumbing the head gently, and Donghae actually mewled, bucking upwards involuntarily as Kibum began stroking him, fingers working with almost eerie control.
Kibum forced him backwards so he was lying on the desk, legs dangling over the edge, and then he climbed over Donghae as well, hand moving on him all the time. He looked down at Donghae, hair tousled and chest heaving, erotic little moans escaping from his throat, and he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. He took his hands off Donghae quickly enough to reach back for the bottle of hand cream he kept in his drawer, and then he squeezed some of it onto his fingers, coating them liberally.
“Trust me, Donghae,” he whispered, then resumed pumping his cock, and as Donghae gasped at his touch he slipped a lubed finger into him. Donghae hardly seemed to notice, except that he reached down and gripped Kibum’s wrist, looking at him almost pleadingly.
“Relax,” Kibum said again, his voice husky, and then he slid another finger in. Donghae winced this time, slightly, but when Kibum started moving his fingers slowly, he choked a little, his free hand grabbing on to Kibum’s shoulder. Kibum ignored his silent plea, moving his fingers in a little deeper, searching patiently.
He knew he’d found the spot when his fingertips brushed a little spongy bump in Donghae and Donghae almost screamed, his back arching up off the desk, and Kibum smiled to himself in satisfaction as he continued pressing against it relentlessly, enjoying Donghae’s little cries.
Donghae was moaning almost uncontrollably under him by the time he pulled his fingers out and undid his own pants, and he actually whined in protest at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Kibum grinned at him, feeling confident for the first time since Donghae had entered his office, as he coated himself in the hand lotion. “So impatient already, Donghae?” he said.
“I - no, sajangnim, just - oh,’ Donghae stuttered, and Kibum laughed, gripping Donghae’s thighs and pushing them up before leaning down to capture his lips in another kiss.
“Call me Kibum,” he said lowly, and then he slid in and Donghae really did scream this time but Kibum swallowed it, his hand going to Donghae’s cock and stroking him gently, hoping to distract him from the pain. He stayed as still as he could, waiting for Donghae to adjust, planting light kisses on his cheeks and lips.
“Are you okay?” he asked gently after a while, and Donghae took a deep shuddering breath before saying a soft “Yes.”
Kibum began moving, slowly at first, watching Donghae’s face closely. He was rewarded when he shifted his hips slightly, and Donghae’s eyes snapped open as he moaned loudly, his legs going around Kibum’s waist. Kibum moved his free hand from Donghae’s thighs to his hip, holding it firmly against the desk as he thrust shallowly in and out of Donghae, careful to angle himself properly so that he brushed just teasingly against Donghae’s prostate, his strokes too slow and too shallow. “Say my name, Donghae,” he ordered.
"Sa - sajangnim," Donghae mewled, arching his hips higher to meet Kibum's thrusts, but Kibum gripped his hips tighter, pushing him down on to the desk forcefully. "Please, sajangnim, more, I need more..." he begged, trying to push himself up again but Kibum held him firmly, biceps rippling with the effort.
"Say my name, Donghae," Kibum rasped, stopping his movements, and Donghae sobbed in pure desperation, his hands sliding over Kibum’s arms, fingers sinking into the muscles as he tried to leverage himself to buck upwards against Kibum.
"Please, sajangnim, please," he choked out, and Kibum growled.
"I said, say my name, Donghae!" he snarled, moving his hips just slightly, and Donghae gasped at the sudden friction.
"Kibum, Kibum, oh my god Kibum, just fuck me!" he screamed, and Kibum yanked his hips up and slammed into him so hard that Donghae could only scream again, the words coming out in an incomprehensible scream as he wrapped his legs tighter around Kibum’s waist.
“That’s what I want to hear,” Kibum breathed before he sank into the feeling of Donghae around him, of being buried in that excruciatingly tight heat as he pounded into Donghae over and over again, Donghae writhing so hard under him he could hardly hold on to him properly. He wasn’t going to last, Donghae was all velvet heat and rough tightness round him, and he wrapped a hand around Donghae’s cock, pumping fast in time to his thrusts.
“Kibum, Kibum - “ Donghae managed to get out before he arched his back one final time and came, uttering a long, low cry, semen splattering in thick ropes over Kibum’s hand and abdomen as he dragged his nails painfully down Kibum’s biceps, leaving long red trails. Kibum followed him almost immediately, emptying himself into Donghae as the other man clenched down agonizingly tightly on him, pulsating around him, wave after wave of pleasure sweeping over him.
He slumped down on top of Donghae, both of them shuddering in the last aftershocks of their orgasms, their hearts fluttering against each other and their breathing harsh. Kibum’s knees were aching and probably bruised from being against the hard surface of his desk, but right now he really couldn’t care, not when his climax was still fogging his brain and Donghae felt so warm under him -
But Donghae was pushing him off, pushing with all his strength, and he slipped off the desk and crumpled to the floor, his legs feeling boneless. He looked up to see Donghae’s horrified face.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, what did I do?” were the first words out of Donghae’s mouth.
Kibum stood up slowly as Donghae scrambled off his desk, picking up his discarded pants with shaky hands, trampling on the papers now scattered all over the floor. “Donghae-yah…” he began carefully.
“Don’t talk to me!” Donghae screamed, whipping back to face Kibum, and Kibum saw there were tears streaking his face. “Don’t fucking say a word, don’t you dare, I don’t want - “
But his words were cut off when Kibum strode around the desk, torn shirt and loosened tie flapping foolishly against his chest, and enveloped him in a hug.
“Don’t go, Donghae,” he whispered, and Donghae stiffened in his arms.
“You - you - “ he said brokenly, and then he was sobbing into Kibum’s shoulder as Kibum ran gentle hands up and down his spine, smoothing his hair back from his forehead, placing gentle kisses on his temple.
“I agree this isn’t quite the way I would have wanted us to start out, but… we could try again?” he suggested, and Donghae raised teary eyes to him.
“I - I’m not just a toy? You’re not playing?”
“God, no, I’m not,” Kibum said. He took a deep breath, unsure of what to say. How did you tell someone you liked him and wanted him with you? Kibum had never had to do this before, but of course, he had never met anyone like Lee Donghae before. In the end, he settled for the simplest phrase he could think of.
“Please, stay.”
Donghae didn’t answer, but he bowed his head back into Kibum’s shoulder and held him tighter, and Kibum supposed that was answer enough.