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It started with a gaze. Eyes lingering for a second too long. Paying more attention to the smallest of movements or steps.
They were moving closer and closer as the night carried on. The lavish chandeliers above them cast a glow over both of them, drawing them closer together. Memories blurred as Wonwoo grabbed a large, callused hand.
It started to get even fuzzier when he led a stiffly dressed man to his room and stripped him of his clothes. But the next part was crystal clear. The movements, the feeling of heat around him, the warm press of lips along his jawline.
He remembered how it felt being inside the man. The sound of his voice as Wonwoo plunged deep and came alive inside of him.
The scratches on his back burned. The dull ache on his neck reminded him of the bites he received. But the worst thing of all was the pounding at the base of his skull. It wasn’t often that Wonwoo woke with a horrible migraine—but it happened enough to keep him from drinking for the next month.
Wonwoo slowly opened his eyes, allowing his senses to come alive one by one. There was something pressing over his dick, insistent but calm. The hotel smelled faintly of clean sheets, sweat, and sex. A heavy arm was draped over his waist, and he could vaguely feel a nose pressed against his shoulder.
He blinked at the ceiling as the man continued to thumb at the underside of his dick. Wonwoo sighed and turned his head, rocking his hips into the man’s hand. “Finally awake?”
Wonwoo grunted and rolled on top of the man. “Did I not fuck you hard enough last night?”
The man smiled and wrapped his arms around Wonwoo’s neck. “I’m throbbing, really.” The man snickered. “But I don’t want to walk for the next day. So you’ll have to try a little harder.”
Wonwoo groaned and dropped his forehead against the man’s as he guided his tip to a loose and twitching entrance. “Can’t you tell me your name?” The man pouted. “Please, sir?”
The man rolled his hips, sucking Wonwoo in deeper and deeper. He pressed their lips together and sucked the man’s bottom lip into his mouth and bit down, pulling back. The man winced as it snapped back, red and puffy.
“Wonwoo.” He trailed his kisses down, closing them around the man’s Adam apple. “But you’re only allowed to call me sir.”
The man shuddered and arched up with a broken noise. “M-Mingyu.” He gasped as Wonwoo gripped his hips and thrusted in. “M-My name’s Mingyu, sir.” Wonwoo smiled and lost himself the feeling of Mingyu’s warmth again.
The second time they finished, Mingyu was properly ruined. He laid boneless, legs twisted with the sheets. His chest had been marked with dark hickies, and his cheeks had dried tear marks. Wonwoo thought he looked beautiful, but he would never say that out loud.
Instead, he was buttoning up his shirt and fixing his hair. Wonwoo turned his head in the mirror and pursed his lips. There were marks all over his neck—he looked like he got bit by a hundred mosquitos.
Wonwoo walked to the side of the bed and leaned down, pressing a kiss to Mingyu’s lips. He didn’t know if he should be doing this for a hook-up, but Mingyu seemed to wake up a little more. “I’ve booked the room for the next day. You can stay here until you can walk again.”
“Will I see you again, sir?” Mingyu murmured tiredly.
Wonwoo pressed another kiss. “Maybe. I’m a busy guy, you know.”
Mingyu giggled, rolling his eyes as he hugged a pillow to his chest. “Me too…” His words slurred as his eyes slowly slipped shut. “But I wanna see you again… just for a little.”
Wonwoo watched Mingyu’s fingers clench around the pillow before going lax. He sighed quietly and pulled on his blazer. Just as Wonwoo walked out of the door, his phone rang. He answered and held it to his ear without even looking at the caller ID.
“Hyung? Oh—thank God.” Vernon’s voice had that usual calm edge, but Wonwoo knew he was trying not to panic. “The CEO of Kim Architecture Co. called this morning. He wants to work with us for that solar panel project but—”
“But?” Wonwoo hated that.
“He is stepping down halfway through the project. His son is taking over the company in three months.” Wonwoo’s eyes twitched.
“We can’t do this project without Kim Architecture.” He sighed as he started the car. “Contact the heir of Kim Architecture. I want to meet with him tomorrow, text me his name and contact information. We’ll go from there.”
“Okay, and hyung? I-I don’t think it's a good idea for you to research them.” Vernon’s voice softened.
“I’m not flying in blind, Vernon. That’s when mistakes happen.” Wonwoo hated not knowing. He hated not being in control. It was one of the big reasons why he built his own company. Wonwoo never liked to be told what to do.
He wasn’t a bad businessman anyway. He was ruthless, cut-throat. Wonwoo was careful about who he worked with. Vernon knew Wonwoo though—he knew Wonwoo would eliminate the contract if the heir had any red flag on their report.
“Fine.” Wonwoo sighed and started his car. “I’ll be at the company later today.”
“Okay, I’ll have the reports ready for you then.” With that, the line cut out.
Wonwoo sat there for a moment, collecting his thoughts. He stared at the lavish hotel, wondering if Mingyu was still sleeping or not. Wonwoo quickly shoved those thoughts from his head. He couldn’t afford to care about something like that, not when he had to deal with issues at the company.
Whatever. Wonwoo sighed and pulled away. He never had time for anything more than a hook-up and Mingyu deserved someone who was willing to make time for him.
The next day went by relatively quickly. Wonwoo had made peace with wearing turtlenecks in the warm spring days in favor of enduring teasing remarks from Vernon. Wonwoo was in his office, checking the clock every couple of minutes.
The heir was late. Twenty minutes late. Wonwoo could feel that little vein in his forehead popping with each passing minute. Nothing was more annoying to Wonwoo than someone who didn’t honor his time.
Ten minutes later, he heard a commotion outside his office. Wonwoo didn’t even look up as the door to his office was pushed open. “Wah—this place is dope.”
That voice.
Wonwoo lifted his gaze and promptly felt his brain screech to a half. Mingyu. He looked nothing like an heir or a business man. He looked like a frat boy.
A pair of sunglasses were propped on his head, he was wearing a tight black tank top with a leather jacket and a pearl necklace around his throat. Wonwoo clenched his jaw and watched Mingyu sit down in the chair, leaning back like he owned the place.
“No way, you’re the big bad CEO your assistant warned me about?” Mingyu smiled, charming and utterly handsome. He had to peel his eyes away from the marks he created.
Wonwoo rolled his eyes and slowly closed his laptop. “Do you have no respect for my time?”
Mingyu shrugged and looked around again. His eyes lingered on the shelf full of Wonwoo’s signed baseballs and baseball cards. “I was actually hoping to spend time with you again, sir.”
“Yet you’re thirty minutes late to a planned meeting?” Wonwoo folded his hands on top of his desk and narrowed his eyes. “Do you think I would give you any more of my time when you disrespect it?”
“The traffic was bad.” Mingyu looked back at Wonwoo.
“So you plan for that and leave earlier.” Wonwoo sighed and motioned toward the door. “You’re free to leave, Mr. Kim. Please, tell your father that I will prepare a contract later.”
Mingyu furrowed his brow and leaned forward. “Wait—do you really not want to… do anything?”
Wonwoo pressed his lips in a thin line. He had no idea what Mingyu was thinking. They had one hook-up, and Wonwoo didn’t have time for another, especially not with someone who lacked basic respect.
“No.” Wonwoo opened his laptop again. “You’re dismissed.”
Mingyu stayed seated. Wonwoo’s eyes flickered up once before he looked at his laptop again. Then—Mingyu laughed. A tiny, breathless sound that made Wonwoo pause. “Okay, I’ll be back tomorrow then.”
“That’s not necessary, Mr. Kim.”
“I know.” Mingyu stood, dragging his sunglasses down over his eyes. “See you tomorrow, sir.”
Wonwoo had a harder time getting Mingyu’s moans out of his head that day. The next day, Wonwoo half expected Mingyu to forget; to not even send a message in his place. But he showed up—causing a stir once again.
“M-Mr. Kim! You can’t go in there! Mr. Jeon is busy!” Wonwoo looked up just as the door burst open.
Mingyu smiled, it was beautiful, Wonwoo had to admit. Mingyu’s arm was trapped in Vernon’s hands, actively trying to yank Mingyu away. “I’m so sorry Mr. Jeon! I can’t—”
Vernon tugged again but Mingyu barely moved. “It’s fine, Vernon. You can let him in, this’ll only take a minute.”
Vernon let go instantly. Mingyu looked back at Vernon and ruffled his hair. “See? I told you he’d be fine with it.”
Vernon swatted at Mingyu’s hand and huffed, shutting the door to Wonwoo’s office. Mingyu turned to Wonwoo, smiling as he sat down in the chair in front of Wonwoo’s desk. “See? I told you I’d be here.”
“Mhm.” Wonwoo barely looked up from his screen. Mingyu sighed dramatically and pulled the chair forward.
“So? Will you talk to me today?”
“No.” Wonwoo read through a document, looking over all the numbers from the weekly report.
“Five minutes, please?” Mingyu pleaded softly.
“No.” Wonwoo closed his laptop and flipped to a different document. “You may leave.”
This time, Mingyu stood without a second argument. As he was heading to the door, he stopped and turned toward Wonwoo again.
“I’ll be back, same time tomorrow.”
Mingyu walked out. Wonwoo waited for the door to close before looking up. He sighed. He hated that he noticed the dress slacks Mingyu was wearing. Hated that he noticed the way they hugged his ass.
Just like promised, Mingyu showed up the next day. He showed up for the next ten days, consistently. It was the same time, each with a bargain for Wonwoo’s time. On the fourth day, Wonwoo told Vernon to let Mingyu in, simply to keep the office quiet.
He would always show up between Wonwoo’s meetings or after a business call. It was like he knew Wonwoo’s schedule, and he had a feeling Vernon had something to do with it. He just didn’t know why… yet.
Wonwoo also noticed that Mingyu would wear something a little more modest each day. It started with the dress pants. Then the fitted, short sleeved dress shirts, then the long sleeved dress shirts.
On the fifth day, Mingyu pushed back a little more. He sat in the chair and leaned forward with a sigh. “It’s been five days. Why can’t you give me five minutes. Are you really that busy?”
“I am.” Wonwoo said as he grabbed a binder and his laptop. “If you’ll excuse me, I have a meeting to attend.”
He started walking toward the door, but Mingyu stepped in his way. Wonwoo sighed, took a step back, and looked up at Mingyu. “C’mon,” Mingyu reached up and lifted Wonwoo’s chin. If it were anyone else, Wonwoo would have broken their finger. “Please, sir? I’ve been good, haven’t I?”
Wonwoo rolled his eyes and pointed at the door. “Leave. Before you make me angry.”
Mingyu’s face fell for half a second before a smirk replaced it. “Fine. I’ll come by tomorrow, same time.”
“I really wish you wouldn’t.” Wonwoo pushed Mingyu to the door, ensuring he actually left before going to his meeting.
The sixth day came and Mingyu had caused a ruckus before walking into the office. He came into Wonwoo’s office after two taps and sat down with a scowl. “That guy was a douche.” Mingyu huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.
Wonwoo kept his head down, acting like he was paying attention to the numbers on the screen. “Called me selfish when he doesn’t even know me. Jerkface.”
Wonwoo stifled a laugh behind his hand and Mingyu’s face scrunched. “What? You agree with that dumbass? He doesn’t know shit about me and he has the gull to call me selfish?”
Mingyu clicked his tongue and let out a quiet sigh. “So, can I get eight minutes of your time? Just to talk.”
Wonwoo composed himself, pinching his thigh when Mingyu looked as hopeful as ever. “No.”
Mingyu groaned, stood up and leaned on Wonwoo’s desk. “You’re going to agree one of these days. And when you do, I’m treating you to a nice dinner.”
By the eighth day, Mingyu was wearing ties—and Wonwoo was losing his patience. He was waiting for Mingyu to do more, to fight back, or to plead with Wonwoo. Instead, he just agreed and politely left.
He could have sworn Mingyu was getting tips on how to appease Wonwoo. He knew just what to wear, just how to wear it. His hair was styled a little neater too. Now, Wonwoo was sure Vernon was feeding Mingyu information. He still had not found out why.
The tenth day was a little different. Wonwoo could feel it already. It was probably because he was stressed. Since Wonwoo entered the office this morning, a dozen of team leads and managers had walked into his office. No knocking, no advance warning. They just walked right in.
Wonwoo hated that. Especially when it was for mundane things. Things they easily could have figured out on their own. It was incredibly disrespectful that they would ignore Vernon’s warnings. One guy even insulted him, and he was promptly demoted.
So, when Mingyu entered Wonwoo’s office with a quiet confidence, he was about ready to snap. Mingyu sat down on the chair in front of Wonwoo’s desk and adjusted his tie.
“Fifteen minutes, hyung?”
Wonwoo clenched his jaw and pushed his chair away from the desk. He tapped on the mahogany wood twice. “Come here.”
Mingyu was up instantly. He walked to the side of Wonwoo’s desk, sitting on it without a second word. “You want to come in here and beg for my time?” Wonwoo grabbed the end of Mingyu’s tie and yanked.
Mingyu jerked forward, barely catching himself. “Then you’re going to get down on your knees and earn it.”
“Y-yes, sir.” Mingyu’s eyelashes fluttered and he nodded once. Wonwoo slipped his hands up and pulled Mingyu’s tie loose, twirling the fabric between his fingers.
“Turn around,” Mingyu gulped and slid off the desk, turning his back toward Wonwoo.
Wonwoo looped the tie around his wrists, knotted it once, then wound the ends between his wrists and wrapped them again. Wonwoo tied the knot tightly and turned Mingyu around to face him again. “Get on your knees, under my desk.”
Wonwoo slid back a little more and watched Mingyu struggle to balance himself as he dropped to his knees. Mingyu wiggled himself under Wonwoo’s desk, back hunched awkwardly, but that wouldn’t matter in a few minutes.
Wonwoo undid his belt and cupped Mingyu’s cheek. “I’m going to set a timer and you’re going to suck my dick.” Mingyu gulped as Wonwoo pressed a thumb against his bottom lip. “The longer you suck, the more time you get with me. Understood?”
Mingyu’s eyes lit up and he nodded eagerly. “Yes, thank you, sir.”
Wonwoo nodded in approval. He undid his pants and pulled his dick out before rolling forward. He felt Mingyu try to wedge his broad shoulders between Wonwoo’s knees, struggling for a moment before he found a comfortable position.
The first warm puff of breath against Wonwoo made him sigh. He could feel Mingyu nuzzle, trying to coax Wonwoo’s soft dick into his mouth. A minute later, Mingyu whined. “Sir… I can’t—”
“You can.” Wonwoo said without looking away from his laptop. “You will if you want to earn it.”
Mingyu let out a small sound and shifted between Wonwoo’s legs. His shoulders pressed against Wonwoo’s knees, spreading them wider. His chest awkwardly laid against Wonwoo’s thighs as his lips closed around the tip of Wonwoo’s dick.
“There you go… “ Wonwoo started the timer.
His dick was half soft, and Mingyu had to work to really get him into his mouth. Wonwoo shivered as he was sucked into Mingyu’s warm mouth with an obscene sound.
Making him do this was a little… sadistic, maybe. But he had been so stressed, and Mingyu was a good fuck, so he knew that this would be good. It would be relieving.
Two minutes in and Wonwoo was fully hard. Mingyu had slowed his pace, focusing on leaving wet kisses and kitten licks along his shaft. Wonwoo dropped a hand in his hair, scratching at his scalp soothingly. Mingyu hummed, sucking the tip of his cock between his lips again.
“Good boy, you’ve earned three minutes.” Wonwoo tugged on Mingyu’s earlobe gently. He went back to writing an email and glanced at the stop watch one more time.
A couple minutes passed calmly. Every so often, Mingyu would slurp around Wonwoo’s cock and make Wonwoo smile. Mingyu was skilled in keeping Wonwoo hard, but not sending him even close to the edge.
He would react to every twitch, every little drop of precum that landed on his tongue. If he thought Wonwoo was getting too close, he’d stop and warm Wonwoo. Or, he would drive Wonwoo crazy and give tiny little kitten licks and kiss the tip of his cock, murmuring something about how he tasted.
“You’re at ten minutes,” Wonwoo cupped Mingyu’s cheek, hips rolling when he felt the bulge of Mingyu’s cheek. “Need a break? I’ll pause the timer.”
Mingyu shook his head and Wonwoo felt the tip of his cock rub against his cheek. “Keep going then, you’re doing so well.”
Wonwoo smiled when Mingyu’s eyelids fluttered. His eyes were a little glassy, and Wonwoo worried for a split second that he was slipping. But Wonwoo felt so good and he didn’t want to stop. This was the first time he could focus on work all morning.
The next few minutes were calm again. Mingyu had rested his head on Wonwoo’s thigh, taking a minute to just suckle around Wonwoo.
He was just about to start writing another email when his door was pushed open. Wonwoo jolted, and he could hear Mingyu gag quietly. Wonwoo put a hand on the back of his head, keeping him still as the environmental manager walked in.
“Mr. Yun, I believe the door is there for you to knock.” Wonwoo kept his hand still, even as Mingyu’s breathing picked up. He stroked the nape of his neck, not worried about the other presence.
“Mr. Jeon—this file, it’s all wrong.”
Wonwoo rolled his eyes and watched Mr. Yun approach his desk. “Come any closer, and you lose your job.” He held a hand up, eyes narrowing in challenge.
Mr. Yun faltered, face still as a statue. Wonwoo could tell he caught a glimpse of the body under his desk. He didn’t give a fuck, not really. “Well? Aren’t you going to leave?”
“Uh… y-yeah,” Mr. Yun cleared his throat. “Yes, s-sorry for… intruding.”
Wonwoo watched him, waiting until he was close to the door before raising his voice again. “If anyone comes to my office for the rest of the day, they will not have a job. Spread the word, won’t you?”
Mr. Yun nodded, slipping into the hall as he closed the door with a soft click.
Wonwoo immediately looked down and rolled back, keeping a hold of Mingyu’s shoulders to keep him upright. Tears welled in his eyes, cheeks dusted a dark red, lips puffy and swollen. He looked downright beautiful.
“No! I-I could’ve gotten more time!” Mingyu whined, trying to surge forward again. Wonwoo cooed and cupped Mingyu’s face, wiping the tears away. Now that he was able to focus on something else, his annoyance had simmered into nothing.
“You’ve earned yourself 20 minutes, and a good fuck if you want.” Wonwoo didn’t want to be too cruel. Mingyu had earned more than enough time for Wonwoo to hear him out… and he deserved good treatment for what he just went through.
“Is your throat okay? Did I hurt you?”
Mingyu shook his head. “No.” He looked up and smiled. “Next time, you can go harder.”
Wonwoo smiled as he pulled Mingyu up, thumbing at the wet spot in front of his pants. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
He could feel the wetness and the way Mingyu’s dick twitched under his thumb. Wonwoo cooed and rose to his feet.
He turned Mingyu around and set his laptop on the desk chair before nodding in approval. He swiped everything off the desk and pushed Mingyu’s chest down, pressing a hand between his shoulder blades.
Mingyu arched his back, jutting his ass out a little more. “H-here, sir? In your office?”
Wonwoo hummed and reached in front of Mingyu, undoing his belt, yanking his pants down. “They know not to come in. And if they do—” Wonwoo leaned down beside Mingyu’s ear. “They’ll see the reckless heir of Kim Architecture, learning his rightful place.”
Wonwoo bent down and surged forward, fitting his mouth over Mingyu’s twitching hole. Mingyu gasped, knees buckling as Wonwoo wasted no time pressing his tongue in. Wonwoo placed three of his fingers in Mingyu’s hand, closing his eyes when Mingyu clutched at him.
He didn’t have any lube on him or in his office, so he needed to make sure Mingyu was wet enough to take Wonwoo’s cock. It helped that his cock was nearly dripped with precum and spit. Mingyu let out weak noises as Wonwoo rubbed an insistent finger against Mingyu.
Wonwoo pulled away when Mingyu let out a particularly loud noise. “Do you want people to know what’s happening in here?”
He pressed his finger in and Mingyu took it with ease. He let out a shaky breath and turned his head to look at Wonwoo. His lips curled into a smile. “What if I do?”
“Well, you were quite loud in the hotel… I can’t let my employees know how beautiful you sound taking my dick though.” Wonwoo pulled his finger out and yanked his own tie off and smiled. “I do hope you understand.”
Wonwoo pressed the silk fabric against Mingyu’s lips and the man parted them easily, biting down on the fabric as Wonwoo tied it behind his head. “There we go. That’s better.”
Wonwoo pressed two fingers in with ease. Mingyu’s back arched and he let out a small sound, muffled by the tie. Wonwoo smiled. He dragged his fingers in and out slowly, spitting on Mingyu’s hole any time he felt resistance.
Wonwoo spread his fingers, gently, carefully. He didn’t want to hurt Mingyu. He didn’t want to take his anger out on Mingyu or risk injuring him. Sure, the man had been annoying the past couple weeks, but he had listened better than any of his employees.
Wonwoo was glad that he was sober to remember every single single and every single little shift. Mingyu was somehow prettier under the dim lighting in his office. Wonwoo watched as he pressed a third finger in, pausing when Mingyu made a soft noise.
“Does it hurt?” Mingyu shook his head, pushing his ass back further. Wonwoo chuckled, sliding his hand up Mingyu’s back. He pressed down again, drawing his fingers out with a quiet shlick sound.
Wonwoo stroked himself a couple times, spreading the precum as much as he could. He spat on his fingers and swiped them against Mingyu’s hole, sliding the tips of his fingers in again. Mingyu sucked in a breath and wiggled his hips as Wonwoo went up to the knuckle.
“I’ll give you what you now, so be good for me.” Wonwoo pulled his fingers out again, satisfied with how loose Mingyu was.
He lined the tip of his cock up and paused. “I don’t have a condom.”
Mingyu turned his head, mumbling something under the tie. He shook his head a few times and Wonwoo pulled the tie out from between his lips. “I don’t care—please, sir. Please, I need it. ‘S all I’ve been thinking about, please.”
Wonwoo smiled and reached up, cupping Mingyu’s cheek. “You sure?”
“Yes, sir. Please.” Mingyu pressed a kiss to the pad of Wonwoo’s thumb. “A-and put the tie back, please.”
Wonwoo’s smile widened and he worked the tie between Mingyu’s lips again, tightening it behind his head. He looked down and lined the tip of his cock back up, pressing in. Mingyu stiffened up at first, but Wonwoo wrapped a hand around the base of his neck and squeezed gently.
“You can take it,” Mingyu pressed his forehead against the desk and shivered before letting his body go lax. His walls quivered, sucking Wonwoo in deeper and deeper.
As soon as he was fully pressed in, he waited for a moment, letting Mingyu get used to it. “I wish the board would see this—” Wonwoo pulled out, watching his cock glisten with wetness. “The reckless heir getting bent over a desk and taking it like a bitch in heat.”
Mingyu gasped, letting out a sharp noise as Wonwoo thrust back in. Their hips slapped together and Wonwoo gripped Mingyu’s hips, letting himself go. The sounds that filled the room were nasty. They bounced off the walls, letting Wonwoo hear the sounds over and over again.
Mingyu’s noises were muffled but desperate. Sweat clung to Wonwoo’s brow as he wrapped his arms around Mingyu and guided him up. Mingyu went willingly, dropping his head against Wonwoo’s shoulder. He could hear every single quiet sound tumbling from Mingyu’s lips.
“Fuck—I’m gonna cum, Mingyu. You’ve been so fucking good.” Mingyu nodded, hips trying and failing to work in tandem. Wonwoo reached in front of Mingyu and wrapped a hand around his leaking cock.
“Oh, poor baby. You’ve been holding on for so long.” Wonwoo stroked once, twice. Mingyu clamped up, letting out a choked sound as his cock spurted, littering his desk with pearly drops. Wonwoo pulled out just before he felt his peak and stroked himself to finish, littering the back of Mingyu’s thighs.
Mingyu panted, trying to get air back into his lungs. Then—his knees buckled. Wonwoo’s eyes widened and he wrapped his arms around Mingyu’s body before he could drop to the floor. “Whoa, baby. You’re okay.”
Wonwoo heard a hitch in his breath and he struggled to drag Mingyu’s large body to the couch against the wall. He all but dropped Mingyu down, pulling the tie from his lips first. “Hey, you okay?”
Mingyu’s eyes were glassy as he looked at Wonwoo. He was deadweight as Wonwoo tried to tug the knot free around his wrists.
“‘M okay.” His voice was hoarse and raspy. Wonwoo cooed and wiped away the tears slipping past his eyes. “Thank you, sir.”
Wonwoo hummed and stood up, tucking himself back in his briefs and buckling his pants. He pulled out his phone and dialed Vernon’s number. He spoke as soon as Vernon answered.
“Vernon, cancel my plans for the rest of the day. I’m taking an early leave today.” He paused, looking at Mingyu’s dream stricken state. “Clear my schedule tomorrow, too.”
“Is everything okay, hyung? You have that meeting with Mr. Kim tomorrow to rediscuss the contract.”
“Push it to Monday.” Wonwoo hummed and looked at Mingyu’s face. “Actually… It won’t be needed anymore.”
Wonwoo ended the call and grabbed a few napkins from inside his desk drawer. He cleaned up his desk, then cleaned Mingyu’s legs. He kneeled beside the couch, playing with tracing a finger along the red mark on Mingyu’s cheek. “Are you okay?”
Mingyu slowly opened his eyes and a dopey smile stretched his lips. “Yup.”
“Can you walk?” Wonwoo shuffled down and wormed Mingyu’s pants up his legs.
“Sadly.” Mingyu winced as he sat up, keeping Wonwoo’s hand in his. “Don’t tell me you’re going to drop me off at home without any aftercare.”
Wonwoo shook his head. “We’re going to my place so we can have a round two.” He wrapped an arm around Mingyu’s waist, holding him as his pants were pulled up the rest of the way. “Then I can introduce you to a couple things from my… stash.”
“Yeah? I don’t wanna leave your bed for the next day.”
“My weekend is officially free.” Wonwoo smirked, pressing a kiss to the side of Mingyu’s lips. “It takes more than a quick fuck to put you in your place.”
“Does this mean I can take you out on that date?” Mingyu whispered as they stepped into the hallway.
“Yes. But only if you pay.”