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“Why settle for second best?” Junmyeon slowly repeats. “I think you know that’s a dangerous way to sell, Mr. Kang.”
“Kim, sir.”
A beat of silence.
“I mean- I'm a Kim. Too. Sir.”
He raises a brow at the presenter. “As I was saying, that tagline doesn't sound good.”
The committee members nod in agreement, seemingly sharing the company director’s sentiment even if they’ve been part of the same team who crafted the proposal he's currently, figuratively, shredding to pieces.
And Sehun couldn’t believe it’s happening again in front of his own eyes. Kim Junmyeon always seems to nitpick on the most ridiculous detail in the plan to argue about in their meetings. Every single time.
Like that one time the Marketing Department presented a storyboard that got entirely revised a month before their target, all because Junmyeon felt like the trend had changed since the brainstorming session– which, of course, he understands, because that call actually made sense. Sehun really just hated how the man could look him in the eye as if he was some joke in the room when Sehun tried to argue that there wasn’t enough time.
“None of this would be shown today, so there’s still time,” Junmyeon says, turning the clearbook in front of him close. Not that he's read anything beyond the summary on the first page. If Sehun remembers correctly, that was exactly how Junmyeon responded to him at their last quarterly meeting. He pretends to read the whole thing, listens to the presentation, and spots anything to change. “Three weeks. We can make that statement more positive, rather than making it look like we think our competitors are shit. Even if that’s most likely true.”
Jongdae raises his pen in question. “But everything else is alright?”
Junmyeon scans the faces in the room for any more suggestions, to which Sehun racks his head for a reply. He can’t just sit there and look like he’s not there to review the same thing and give his own feedback. The cosmetics arm of the company has always been his, for goodness’ sake. “I think it would be nice to show the models’ expressions too.”
Somebody snorts.
And who else could it be but his co-CEO. Junmyeon has never given him rest ever since the merger. Unolife acquired them for a huge sum, definitely more of a friendly deal than an offensive move, and it gave O’Naturale a better chance in the market– a supposed win-win ; but everyday since then was a struggle for Sehun. He remained in-charge of his product line, in faith that their vision does not change- only with the obvious condition that Junmyeon should have a say in whatever decisions they make as they now carry the name of Unolife, too.
“We are not selling faces, Mr. Oh.”
“And O’Naturale never will.” Sehun responds almost automatically. If there was anything he would die on the hill for, it’s that O’Naturale sticks to its vision, not with its image. “We have always given the people more than just the product- we promote the feeling they get for using us.”
“Then don’t you think you can do that by working on this new promo tagline?” Junmyeon leans back on his swivel chair, and Sehun knows he’s about to comment like he knows what it’s like to run O’Naturale. It’s making his guts wrench having to listen to another person do what he’s perfectly capable of doing, thank you. If only his grandfather wasn’t easily swayed by this guy, he would’ve been fine deciding by himself. Ally company, his ass.
“Do you think people who were never the best, never on top, never in the first place, would feel welcome to use your creams?”
“Where are you even going with this?”
“They wouldn’t. Because you think so low of them. You’re basically calling them losers for settling for second best.”
Sehun breathes in deeply; he cannot lose his cool right now, not when the launch of the new creams, the first launch of the brand ever since Unolife’s acquisition, is just around the corner. “That is not our intention at all. And you know it.”
“Well that’s what it would sound like.” He turns to his right, where his secretary was. “Mr. Doh, give me the loyalty stats of people using skincare brands who compare themselves with another brand versus those that do not use that strategy.”
“I could compile the data from the past five years’ surveys- our own, together with O’Naturale’s if they have them- and put it on your desk no later than 3 pm.”
“Sure. Kindly send Mr. Oh and everyone in this meeting a copy, too. Maybe produce the same for the rest in the promotion team as well who may not be here.”
“Got that.”
“I trust that you’ll rework this successfully, Mr. Oh.” Junmyeon smiles, that wicked smile of success Sehun loathes so much because he’s got the upper hand for the nth time. “Let’s adjourn?”
Kim Junmyeon, CEO of Unolife for almost three years, with not a single bad record in everything he’s managed. Sehun may loathe him for having a smart mouth, but that same mouth is just too good, it would be a shame if it wasn’t stretched around his cock after all that bickering. “You were such a pain in the ass, Kim Junmyeon.”
The shorter was on his knees, tongue licking the precum off the tip of his cock while humming. “And you’re so easy to rile up.”
Sehun runs his hands through Junmyeon’s locks, loving how it was the perfect length to entangle his fingers in before shoving the older’s head down, effectively pushing the head of his cock against the other's throat. “You think you’re something when you speak, huh? But look at you right now, all over my cock. Yeah, just like that.”
He notices Junmyeon eager with his movements, hands gripping his thighs so tight to anchor himself as he goes down on him. Sehun’s slacks felt constricting as he’s seated, and yet he couldn’t afford to slip out of them right now; the co-CEOs are the only ones sharing the floor, but that does not mean their secretaries would not come and knock, or worse, open the door and peek for urgent concerns. It's a miracle they haven't seen them in an uncompromising position.
“Off.” He felt his orgasm coming, and immediately grabbed the shorter by his hair and off his cock. It was a given that the other was stubborn, trying to keep himself latched and sucking on his cock. “Junmyeon– fuck.”
Junmyeon releases him with a pop, still looking at him with hooded eyes from below. He tugs his legs closer, his grip on the black fabric tickling the back of Sehun's thighs, making his length twitch as the smart mouth looks desperate for dick. “Cum on my face.”
Sehun doesn’t need to be told twice; he wraps his hand around himself and finishes in quick, short strokes, the spurts of white landing on Junmyeon’s cheek, then some on his lashes, and his lips.
“Bet if somebody walks in and finds you like this, they’d forgive you and your shitty personality.” Sehun chuckles, thumb sliding from Junmyeon’s cum-stained cheek to push it inside the latter’s mouth. “You look pretty when you’ve been used.”
“Thanks.” Junmyeon answers with a hoarse voice, and yet still with pride. He swirled his tongue around Sehun’s thumb in his mouth, and then adjusted himself to take it in further, pretending as if it was his cock he was sucking.
Sehun shakes his head. “You slut. I wonder if I could’ve shut you up like this in that meeting. Maybe if I shoved my fingers in you, you’d keep your comments to yourself, hm?”
Junmyeon hums, still licking around what’s now two fingers in his mouth as his hands run up and down the taller’s thighs before squeezing them.
“Can you imagine yourself? God, look at you. You want it so bad.” Sehun chuckles, almost like he’s finding joy in humiliating him. “You want them to watch while you take it in the ass?”
In a split second, Junmyeon was pushing himself up, taking off his belt and dress pants in record hurry. They fall on the floor with a soft thud, and Sehun almost gets distracted in the rush. He finds Junmyeon sitting himself on his lap, arms around his shoulders as he slowly starts to grind himself against Sehun’s half-hard cock. “You can try.”
His hands cup the swell of Junmyeon’s ass, squeezing them in his hands. “You’re always so soft.”
“O’Naturale.” Junmyeon simply replies, before rocking back more persistently. He was hard as rock, Sehun feels so, thus he disregards the fact that Junmyeon may have used their skin products on his behind, and just manhandles him. He wraps an arm around his waist to lift him up a little, and with his free hand adjusts his leaking cock against the shorter’s hole. “I don’t have a condom with me.”
“Don’t act like we’ve never done it raw- Ah!”
“Shh, tone it down, baby. If people hear you, we’re dead.”
“Why are you so big?”
“You act like you haven't had this the whole time,” Sehun mocks before thrusting up, just to slide in a bit more. “You’re so tight, I can’t move.”
“Stop,” The shorter groans. “Let me adjust for a sec.”
“Trust me, I’m trying.” He assures him, but both of them still feel it pulsating.
With the proximity of their bodies, he can clearly hear Junmyeon trying to level his breathing, and feels him slowly relax around him. “Remind me… to not take you without the prep.”
Sehun rolls his eyes. “Spit.”
“What?”
“Spit on my hand.”
“Why?”
“Lube.”
He’s smart to remember the creams were good but were a pain to clean up, and so although reluctantly, Junmyeon finally spits his saliva on the palm awaiting in front of him. With that, Sehun slowly lifted Junmyeon off his body again, his hole inch by inch clenching around nothing. “Ah… put it back.”
“Yeah, baby, I will,” Sehun genuinely liked the reaction, Junmyeon wanting his hole filled so badly he doesn’t care anymore. But he can’t enjoy this if his partner was hurting. He spits into his own hand and then rubs the wetness on his cock, spreading it down his length together with the cum oozing out of his tip, hoping the makeshift lube was enough. “I'm back in.”
The slide back in was slightly smoother, and Sehun notes how relaxed Junmyeon tried to be, an arm around Sehun’s neck for support while holding one of his own asscheeks to open up his hole a bit more. “We’re not doing this here again.”
Sehun throws his head back but holds in his laugh. “You like it better on your bed?”
“Fuck you.”
“I’m trying.” Sehun emphasizes his point by thrusting up with a force, and when Junmyeon moaned like a bitch in heat he knew he hit the spot dead on. “Oh, is that it, baby?”
Junmyeon can’t seem to find his words, eyes shut and his body convulsing. He starts riding Sehun in a faster rhythm, as if chasing for his release. “Sehun-ah.”
“Shh, yeah.” Sehun whispers, making him know he understands even without saying it at all. He follows his pace in thrusting, his big hands tight on his sides as they rock against each other’s bodies, Sehun helping him ride his cock in timing.
“Sehun-ah,” Junmyeon calls for his name again, softer, as if they weren’t on each other’s necks a while ago. “I’m close–”
There were only groans of pleasure after that, of Junmyeon wanting to be filled up, and of Sehun chasing his orgasm. But neither of them spoke as they reached their highs. Junmyeon came and spoiled Sehun’s dress shirt with him cum, but Sehun didn’t care. He was too busy trying to focus on the lewd sounds their adjoint skin was making, while Junmyeon sagged, spent on his lap, letting him use his hole until he came a second time, filling him up.
Sehun sighs, sated, the adrenaline rush dying down after Junmyeon's walls had milked all out of him.
At least, behind closed doors, he wins over the other again and again.
“Get out.”
“After all that I would've expected you to give me a minute.”
Junmyeon doesn't throw him a look and proceeds to his private restroom, probably to take a shower. He always does that, which pisses Sehun off even more.
“Okay,” He fixes his suit and wonders why he even tries. “I guess my job's done here.”
Nobody knows. They're not even going to believe it. Sehun has never dated a guy. At least not in public, because the GP is not as accepting as people think, and a boycott of the conservatives is the last thing he would want for his brand, and now, Unolife, too. The unfortunate reality is, while the minorities are heard more than they have been before, target consumers are still the majority of conventional households.
So yes, Sehun's a closeted bi. And no, he does not need to be in a relationship to get laid. Junmyeon is obviously not up for it either, he's sure. All the times they've fucked ever since that merger was proof of that.
“You sure he won't kill you when word gets out?” Chanyeol was on his office couch, dressed up so casually. Thankfully, he was able to drop by and check on his friend in between his acting and modeling schedules. “Or that you told me?”
“It's happened a bunch of times now, it's not like it's a one night stand I shouldn't be talking to you about.”
“Now what?”
“What?”
“If it isn't a one night stand, what's the deal? Why does it look like you want it to be something more than just a casual fuck?”
“He doesn't even talk to me! Just tells me to leave after sex like a damn dog.”
Chanyeol laughs. “If you wanna feel less like a dog then stop acting like he owns you, man. Unless you like that thing.”
“You mean leashes?”
Chanyeol looks at him in disbelief. “You know what, I gotta go, man. Do whatever; just don't fuck up, I guess.”
And maybe Chanyeol was wise for telling him all that, because in all the years of their shared friendship, he knew Sehun would fuck up right when the opportunity came his way, like a moth to the fire.
The news dropped like a bomb in the supposedly peaceful Friday afternoon, when everyone was looking forward to the weekend, and overtime be damned. Kim Junmyeon came rushing into the office, employees wondering why he was in the building out of his usual schedule. He was supposed to be in Unolife’s main office- his original office- and not in his newly assigned one with O’Naturale.
“What were you thinking?”
“Good day to you, too, CEO Kim.”
Junmyeon was seething, yet he kept his voice down and instead gritted his teeth. “What was the deal you made with my grandfather?”
“I did not– he was the one who sent me a deal.” Sehun crosses his leg over the other, the squeak of the seat resounding in the office. “Who was I to refuse, when you've been so kind to offer my grandfather to work together and buy off the major shares before?”
“Is that it? This stupid engagement is how you get your revenge?”
“I'm just returning the favor, Junmyeon-ssi.” Sehun tells him with a smile. “Besides, it's not like we're... strangers to each other.”
“I'm not getting married. And definitely not with you. God, are you even out?”
If he was any more invested in their ‘relationship’, Sehun would entertain the idea of being offended. But he's gone this far, and he won't leave Junmyeon to ruin his life without doing the same. “We'll talk about it later. Didn't grandpa set up a dinner?”
“You are crazy for going with his idea.”
“The same crazy as you are for giving my team a hard time without a fail.”
“That was business–”
“And that business is my life. The least you could do is pay me back.”
“You were failing.”
“I would've figured it out!”
“No, you weren’t!” Junmyeon slams his fist on the table. “You were too soft for this, for everything. You were too kind to your people, you were too invested in emotions. From commercials to criticism, you didn't have teeth at all.”
Sehun is not a crier, but this game he's playing with Junmyeon is already beginning to hurt. “Which is why you wanted to take over and run over anyone in your way?”
“You don't understand.”
“Then make me.” Sehun whispers, the challenge is weak but is there. “Talk to me without us ending on bed or you bent over this desk. Talk to me and don't make me leave. Make me understand.”
He waits for him, breath labored. Too much for a good Friday. Sehun feels his cheeks warm up, even with the air-conditioning at full blast. In a blink, he was not met with eyes but the guy's cold back. “I'll call it off over dinner. I'll pay you back if that's what you want, but not with this.”
“What if this is the only thing I’ll accept?”
“Why settle for second best, right?”
Sehun watches him leave.
He’ll let him go, but only for now. He’s not about to back out when he’s close to the best thing he could have out of this arrangement with Unolife.
Junmyeon.