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In-ho moved on the other side of the mesh-distorted vision of Gi-hun’s mask. He was sitting at his desk, sorting a few papers in his hands, then noting things down on them while glancing repeatedly at the monitor of his computer. The clear-frame glasses he was wearing only added to Gi-hun’s distractions, they didn’t help at all when it came to focusing on whatever the other man was talking about.
Standing on the other side of the desk, his stance was firm and controlled. His hands were clasped in front of him, his head kept facing forward, fixed on the wall behind In-ho, never tilting down toward him. His uniform had everything in place: his belt, his hood, his mask. He was the embodiment of professionalism and discipline, but Gi-hun could not think about anything else other than having In-ho bend him over that desk and–
“Are you paying attention, soldier?”
He looked down. In-ho was staring at him over the frame of his glasses, brows knitted, his forehead wrinkled.
“Yes, sir,” Gi-hun replied dutifully.
Even if he kept his head straight forward, he still had his eyes fixed on the other man, and In-ho was slow to tear his gaze from him, as if he knew he was being intently stared at. Then, with a single blink, he turned back to the screen of his computer.
“The VIPs will arrive tomorrow,” he continued. “I assume food allergies and liquor preferences are being taken care of.”
“Of course, sir.”
In-ho was still reading something on the computer as he spoke, his chin tilted slightly upward to make better use of his glasses. His gaze moved from one corner of the screen to the other as he clicked on a few things.
“You need to keep an eye on Player 56. I don’t want to have to deal with another one of his outbursts while the VIPs are on the island.”
“We’ll keep an eye on him, sir. On all of them. We won’t let any situation get out of hand. Don’t worry about it.”
With a raised eyebrow, In-ho tore his gaze from the computer to stare at Gi-hun. “You know it’s not exactly Player 56 who I’m worried about.”
“I’m well aware of the VIPs’ expectations, sir. I can adapt to the circumstances.”
In-ho’s gaze lingered on him for a moment. It wasn’t mistrust he felt, he knew Gi-hun would be responsible and keep his word. It was more a sense of concern, because he knew it could be hard on the other man to do so.
If any problem were to arise with either the players or the staff in the following days, they could not afford a scandal while the VIPs were present. Gi-hun might have to make some difficult decisions, he would have to act cold, heartless, and unforgiving even if his instincts called for otherwise.
In-ho sighed. “You know that if it were up to me–”
“I know, sir. It’ll be fine. We’re here to do our jobs.”
In-ho regarded him for a moment longer, intently, as if he could see through the black mesh and white square covering Gi-hun’s face completely. Then he nodded softly and focused on the paperwork again.
After a sharp inhale, noting a few things down, he continued listing his instructions to Gi-hun.
“Dinner tomorrow will be at eight. They like to watch the games over drinks, so the next game shouldn’t start until nine thirty.” He spoke without lifting his gaze from his papers. Gi-hun had his eyes lost in the way the other man’s fingers wrapped around the pen, accentuating his veins and every sharp curve of his hand. “Make sure the players are well rested. They’re going to want to watch them make an effort in the arena, maybe we can let them sleep a little longer before the game.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Finalists’ dinner,” In-ho continued. With his head bowed, a couple of strands of hair fell across his forehead, fighting against the gel in his usually slicked-back hair. Gi-hun noticed how they swayed slightly with In-ho’s subtle writing movements and could not tear his eyes away. “One of the VIPs wants to watch them drink wine from his vineyards this year. He’ll bring the bottles with him when he arrives tomorrow. Make sure to let the kitchen know about this.”
“Yes, sir.”
Then In-ho suddenly looked up at him, as if he had just remembered the issue, his expression intrigued. “What happened with the glitching camera on corridor six?”
“That’s already being taken care of, sir. They’re changing it right now.”
“Good,” In-ho said with a nod, looking down at his papers again. He made a few marks on them. “I’ll want to read this year’s statistics before they go to the archive.”
“I’ll bring them over when they’re done with them, sir.”
“Great.” In-ho nodded again distractedly, still eyeing a few things on the documents in his hands. “That’s all for now, soldier. You’re dismissed.”
He put the papers down with a frown, turning back to the computer, eyes scanning the screen as the click, click, click of the mouse resonated in the silent room.
After a moment, when he picked up the pen to write something down, he noticed Gi-hun was still standing firmly on the other side of his desk.
While making some notations on his paperwork, he barely glanced at him before asking, “Is there anything else you need, soldier?”
There was no answer.
Gi-hun hesitated, and In-ho only noticed when he was done with whatever it was he had to write down.
His attention was now focused on the two sheets of paper he was holding, one in each hand, his gaze jumping repeatedly from one to the other. “Come on, use your words,” he goaded, his tone absent.
“Yes, sir,” Gi-hun finally answered.
In-ho put the papers down and again made a few notations on one of them while glancing at the other. His question came out distracted. “What is it?”
“You, sir.”
In-ho’s gaze snapped to him, his stare casual, unfazed. He eyed Gi-hun up and down before speaking again. “I’m right here,” he drawled. “Would you be more specific?”
“I need you, sir.”
“Yes, you said as much,” In-ho continued teasing him. “To the point, soldier. I’m very busy right now–”
“I need you to bend me over this desk and fuck me, sir.”
One corner of In-ho’s lips threatened to curve into a smile, but he decided to hold it back. He tore his gaze from Gi-hun, silently sorted some papers in his hands, then sighed, resigned.
“Alright,” he finally said.
Gi-hun’s entire body jolted with joy, but he knew better than to show it. He stood put and waited for instructions, which came right away.
“Clothes off,” In-ho said, barely sparing him a glance.
Gi-hun’s first instinct was to lower his hood and reach behind his head for the straps of the mask, but In-ho’s voice stopped him.
“Not the mask.”
“…Sir?”
In-ho glanced up at him. “You won’t be using your mouth, soldier. There’s no need to change your mask,” he said, his words coming out with the perfect mixture of casualness and authority that turned Gi-hun’s legs into jelly. “There’s a lot to do today. This will be quick.”
“Of course,” came Gi-hun’s reply, his tone still laced with a little hesitation.
He didn’t want In-ho to be quick with him, he wanted to steal his attention from all that annoying paperwork and be the only thing flooding his mind. To have In-ho all for himself, like he always did. He wanted the man to take his sweet time tearing both of them apart, he wanted to leave this room completely ruined and too mindless for either of them to focus on any work at all.
But still, he complied.
Without another word, he started to take off his clothes, layer after layer. He tried to be quick but not careless. He knew In-ho didn’t like him leaving a mess, and even if, in their everyday lives, the man never complained about it, he sure enjoyed making Gi-hun pick up after himself when he was wearing any of his masks. So he folded everything and left it in a pile on top of a side table behind him.
The anticipation had been building for more than forty minutes, ever since he was summoned to the Front Man’s quarters. He hadn’t expected the meeting to be actually work-related. Even knowing In-ho wouldn’t be waiting for him completely naked on his bed, the image had crossed his mind, and it was impossible to shake it off.
Taking off his last layer of clothing and wearing absolutely nothing but his black mask with a square on it, his arousal was quite evident, he’d been fully hard for at least ten minutes now.
In-ho spared him a quick glance over the frame of his glasses, wrinkling his forehead slightly, as if he knew how mindless that single gesture made Gi-hun. Then he returned his attention to his work.
“Take yourself in hand.”
Gi-hun did, a distorted, sharp exhale coming out of his mask.
He wrapped his hand around his cock, eyes still on In-ho, and started stroking himself, idly at first, but quickly growing more persistent with it, impatient at how good it felt to finally get some friction. He moved his fist with a steady, rather fast rhythm.
“Go slow with it,” In-ho instructed, his gaze fixed on anything but Gi-hun.
He slowed down, another slight exhale escaping through his nose. Worse than In-ho teasing him was In-ho making him tease himself.
He smeared his hand with some of the precum that had gathered at his tip, brushing his fingers against the slit there, and spread it over the rest of his cock as he pumped slowly, applying just the perfect pressure to it, his soft skin getting damp with his own fluids. The wet, sloppy sound started to fill the room, mildly interrupted only by the shuffle of papers on In-ho’s desk.
His eyes lingered on the other man’s busy hands, wishing it was In-ho who was jerking him off like this, wishing it was those sharp knuckles dragging against the slick of his cock, wishing it was In-ho’s hand wrapped around him, rubbing against every contour and vein, wishing it was In-ho’s fist he was fucking instead of his own, wishing it was In-ho who–
“Stop.”
Gi-hun halted, letting go of himself, his thighs visibly tensing at the sudden lack of contact.
Everything was completely silent for a moment, broken only by the sound In-ho made when he turned over the paper in his hand, his brow furrowing as he kept reading the other side.
“Are your fingers wet?”
Gi-hun sighed, the fact that the other man wasn’t even looking at him was maddening. Annoying and obnoxiously stirring at the same time.
“Yes, sir,” he answered shortly, his voice strained.
In-ho still didn’t move a muscle, his tone was almost indifferent. “Start preparing yourself, then.”
“But sir–”
In-ho’s gaze snapped to him. “Unless you want to come in your hand while I just watch from here, soldier.”
Gi-hun paused for a second. That idea alone made his cock twitch a little, he was so far gone that he would do anything In-ho told him to, even if it meant jerking himself off while the other man barely even looked at him.
But he wanted more, he was eager for more, and he knew In-ho would eventually give it to him.
“No, sir,” he finally replied, the other man’s eyes still fixed on him. “I want you.”
“All right, then. Go on,” In-ho said, nodding toward the king-size bed behind Gi-hun. “You know where there’s lube if you need it,” he added as he turned his attention back to the documents lying on his desk.
Gi-hun had to bite his tongue to keep from snarling something back.
Didn’t In-ho want this to be fast? What could be faster than just getting up to fuck him and be done with it?
More irritating than the teasing was the fact that he knew that, a minute from now, he would be fingering himself open and the other man was going to barely acknowledge it.
He turned around and knelt on the bed, his naked ass facing In-ho, who was now typing something on the computer, the sound of the keys infuriating Gi-hun even more.
Bending down over the mattress, he propped himself on his left arm, sticking out his ass and arching his back in the way he knew In-ho liked. If the man wanted to ignore him, it wasn’t going to be because Gi-hun hadn’t made an effort to catch his attention.
The slick fingers of his right hand went directly to his opening, pushing one digit into him, slow and careful as he stretched his rim, stealing a breathy grunt from deep in his chest.
He heard a shift in In-ho’s chair and wondered if the man was looking at him or not. Either way, he decided to be loud.
His middle finger slid in completely, he pumped in and out a few times before adding his index finger as well, the whines leaving his mouth growing louder and needier.
The position helped spread his ass cheeks perfectly, he was properly fucking himself with his fingers now. With every thrust of his hand he moved the rest of his body as well, chasing the stretch and invasion, his cock hanging untouched in the space between him and the mattress, leaking onto the grey cover.
He pulled his fingers out only to give himself a few pumps, gathering more precum, coating his hand even further with his own fluids, then returned his digits to his hole, the filthiest moan tearing from his throat as he entered both of them at once.
He dragged his fingers in and out, the sloppy sounds mixing with every moan, whine, and grunt spilling from his slack, open mouth. He let himself get lost in it, his eyes were barely open anymore, all his senses focused on the drag of his long, slim fingers inside him.
Then he heard a sharp inhale from behind. He wondered if it had anything to do with him or if it was just some numbers that didn’t add up on that fucking Excel sheet In-ho was staring at.
Gi-hun kept going regardless, and it wasn’t long before In-ho spoke again.
“Are you done?”
Gi-hun spread his fingers inside himself, stretching wide, whining loud and needy before answering.
“Why don’t you come here and take a look?” he asked slyly, then immediately regretted it when he opened his eyes and remembered that he was still wearing the mask.
Panic set in, and the lack of a reaction from the other side only made it worse.
“Fuck,” he breathed as he pulled his fingers out, another groan slipping free. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.” He stepped off the bed with clumsy movements and weak legs, turning to face In-ho again as he kept mumbling apologies. “I forgot I had the mask. It won’t happen again, sir. But I’m ready now, I’m ready for you, sir, please–”
“Come here, soldier,” In-ho cut him off. He was leaning back in his chair now, hands clasped in his lap, all his attention finally on Gi-hun, who, for the first time, wished that the Excel sheet could be more interesting than him.
As he walked closer to the desk, his arousal only kept growing, overtaking that initial panic he’d felt at his own misstep. He didn’t know what In-ho wanted him to do, but the prospect of a possible punishment sent a thrill through his body.
He’d barely taken a couple of steps when the other man spoke.
“Stop.”
Gi-hun did.
He was standing once more on the opposite side of the desk, closer now than he had been before.
In-ho’s eyes traveled all over his body, up and down. From his mask-covered face, to the flush extending through his neck and chest, and down to his cock, hard and swollen and wet with need for attention.
The man’s gaze was so heavy on him that Gi-hun felt as if In-ho could touch him with his eyes, which lingered on his cock for a while until it twitched, and In-ho smiled at that, the most wicked smile Gi-hun had ever seen on him.
He barely had time to process it before In-ho stood up. He was quick and precise in removing his gray coat, Gi-hun could see the bulge in his pants now. It always amazed him how In-ho could be so controlled and measured even when he was hard as a rock.
Then In-ho removed his glasses, setting them down on his desk, over the neatly stacked pile of papers he’d been working on.
Once again, Gi-hun’s mouth was faster than his brain. “Don’t…” he said, but his voice faltered right away, turning his protest into an indistinct mumble.
In-ho stopped, genuinely confused. “What?”
Gi-hun composed himself. “Nothing, sir. I’m sorry.”
“You can tell me,” In-ho said, his tone permissive.
“It’s… the glasses, sir.”
Puzzled, In-ho glanced briefly at the glasses on his desk and then back at Gi-hun.
“What about them?”
“Can you… put them back on?”
For a solid five seconds, In-ho didn’t move at all, he just kept staring at Gi-hun. Without tearing his eyes from him, his hand slowly reached for the glasses, and in a quiet, deliberate movement, he put them back on, lingering his gaze on the other man a little before finally resuming his steps.
He circled the desk, and Gi-hun heard him reach for the drawer on the nightstand. Only a moment later, he was standing right behind him, not touching him but close enough that his clothes tickled Gi-hun’s naked skin, raising goosebumps all over his body.
One of In-ho’s hands came down onto the desk as he leaned forward, placing the lube on the dark wood surface, the lapels of his shirt brushing against Gi-hun’s back. Then that same hand traveled to Gi-hun’s shoulder blade, making the man shudder at the first skin-to-skin contact.
The other hand landed on Gi-hun’s waist, roaming slowly down to his hip, where In-ho tightened his grip, strong fingertips digging into the other man’s skin. He moved his left hand from Gi-hun’s shoulder blade to the middle of his back, his touch steady and purposeful, and without any warning, he pushed him down.
Gi-hun’s reflexes were faster than his mind, he braced himself with both hands on the desk before he fully registered what In-ho had done. He was now completely bent over, his cheek flattened against his mask, which was pressed into the dark wood of the desk. Both hands were on either side of his head, fingers spread, his ass propped up, his hips higher than his face.
Immediately after, he felt one of In-ho’s feet nudging at his ankles, signaling him to open his legs wider. The spread made his ass align perfectly with the other man’s hips.
Still gripping Gi-hun’s hips tightly, In-ho’s other hand roamed slowly along the other man’s spine, the warm touch sending electric shocks through every nerve in his body.
When he reached Gi-hun’s ass he took his time with it, rounding it with both hands, spreading his cheeks while digging his fingertips firmly into the soft skin. He thrust forward, grinding his clothed cock against him. Gi-hun let out a shaky exhale, his breath coating the inside of his mask.
Then In-ho let go of him, letting Gi-hun’s ass cheeks close against the erection still confined inside his pants. With resolve, he brought both hands down on him in a single, firm slap to either side of his ass.
“Now, were you paying attention to anything I said? Or were you just thinking about me taking you like this?” he asked, deliberately rolling his hips against Gi-hun, slow and teasing.
“I-I paid attention, sir,” Gi-hun managed to reply.
When In-ho rutted against him once more, he exhaled sharply through his nose. The sound reached Gi-hun’s ears and made his insides twist with need.
“Tell me, then,” he demanded, his tone still obnoxiously controlled.
“Umm…”
In-ho thrust forward again, sharp and steady.
“Come on,” he coaxed. “I’m not fucking you until I know my commands are being followed.”
“The… the dinner…” Gi-hun stuttered.
“Yes?”
“The dinner for the VIPs will be prepared for eight in the evening.”
“And?”
“The next game must start at nine thirty, they like to watch it over drinks.”
“Good.”
Gi-hun was rewarded with another single roll of In-ho’s hips. He could feel the exact shape of the other man’s cock, the raw scrape of fabric against him.
“What else?”
“You want to read this year’s statistics before filing them,” Gi-hun said, his words shaky, strangled with need but also by the effort he was making not to grind himself back against the hard bulge behind him.
There were no words of affirmation this time, but In-ho ground against him once more, slow and deep, letting him feel the weight of his erection, the promise of what was to come.
“Go on.”
“Umm…” Gi-hun gulped, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to think. “The broken camera–”
“You told me that was already being taken care of,” In-ho reminded him.
“Yes, it is,” Gi-hun sighed, trying to ignore the fact that he was drooling inside his mask, the way the other man stood behind him, quiet as a statue, waiting for him to give the right answer. “The players need to be well rested before the next game.”
“That’s right,” In-ho said, grinding against him again. His tone was pleased, a satisfied smirk could be heard in his voice.
Gi-hun replied by shifting his hips backward, meeting In-ho’s thrust with a roll of his ass, but a firm hand landed on his lower back, heavy, stopping every movement.
“Stay still, soldier,” In-ho drawled, his tone amused even if he tried to hide it. “You’re not done yet.”
Gi-hun frowned behind his mask, jerking his head up and back toward In-ho. “What?”
“There’s one more thing you need to take care of.”
“I…”
He tried to think, he’d really thought he was done. All the effort he’d put into remembering had faded now, along with the remnants of the conversation.
The dinner, the files, the camera, the players.
The weight of In-ho’s hand on his lower back was distracting. So was the fact that the man wasn’t moving at all, he was so quiet that Gi-hun thought he could feel his pulse throbbing in his clothed cock, still pressed against his opening, promising and stirring. So close yet so far.
The dinner, the files, the camera, the players.
He tried to put the pieces back together. Was he really forgetting something? He had to be, In-ho wouldn’t have stopped him otherwise.
The dinner, the files, the camera, the players.
The dinner. Eight in the evening. The game and drinks starting after nine.
The files. In-ho wanted to read everything before archiving them.
The camera. That matter was practically resolved already.
The players. They would let them sleep a little longer before the game.
What else was he missing?
The dinner, the files, the camera, the players.
The dinner… the files… the camera… the players…
The dinner… the… the players…
The dinner…
“The wine!” he blurted out.
In his enthusiasm, he didn’t notice In-ho startle at his sudden jolt.
“I have to let the kitchen know about the wine before the finalists’ dinner,” he said, his voice coming out in equal measures of desperation and fulfillment.
In-ho smiled at him, and Gi-hun couldn’t see it, but he knew he did.
“Very good,” In-ho drawled, slowly withdrawing his hands from the other man’s body and taking a short step back.
The sound of In-ho’s belt sent a sharp thrill down Gi-hun’s spine. Arousal fogged his mind again. His cock ached, still untouched and slick with precum over In-ho’s desk. He even felt his hole clench around nothing, as if screaming for In-ho to fill him once and for all.
The other man lowered his pants just enough to free himself, stroking his cock a few times and spreading some lube over it.
Then he aligned himself with Gi-hun’s entrance, his blunt head pressing against the rim, and he pushed forward, very slowly, opening him up with a single, controlled movement.
Gi-hun’s mouth opened with a hitching inhale, his entire world shrank to the sensation of In-ho’s cock filling him up, hard and strong and steady, burying himself just like Gi-hun had wanted him to.
In-ho was already breathing heavily once he was completely inside, and he stood there for a short moment, his hands massaging Gi-hun’s ass cheeks, spreading them and letting them close again. Then he pulled out until only the head was inside him and slammed forward with a sharp thrust, stealing a loud grunt from Gi-hun’s chest.
He repeated the same movement a couple of times, gradually starting to pick up the pace.
The mix of precum and lube smeared Gi-hun’s hole perfectly, letting In-ho’s cock glide smoothly in and out but also quite noisily, every wet smack resonated loudly in the room. It merged with Gi-hun’s moans, as he finally let himself get completely and utterly lost in the feeling, in every drag of In-ho’s cock inside him, in the way it kept him full and open around him. His body was completely slack over the desk. This was exactly what he’d been thinking about for almost an hour now.
In-ho pounded fast and steady, stretching Gi-hun open with every new thrust, groping greedily at the soft, squishy meat of his ass, his fingertips pressing hard into his skin. The roll of his hips was unfaltering, there was a certain control in each movement.
Gi-hun could hear the other man panting behind him, every sharp breath ending in a low, ragged grunt. It drove him crazy how In-ho never held back any sound, even when he was playing cool or hard to get. He always knew that when the time came, the man would lose himself in it as much as Gi-hun did.
He could barely breathe properly with the mask covering his entire face, but he liked it this way, it made him feel a little dizzy. It helped numb every other sense and made him focus only on the rawest, most invasive sensations.
His moaning, In-ho’s grunting, the continuous slap of skin against skin, the sweat coating his body, the slick, squelchy sounds coming from his hole, the invasive hardness filling him again and again and again… until it was gone.
Gi-hun came back to himself, as if emerging from a trance. He opened his eyes, and In-ho was circling the desk, returning to his original position on the other side of it.
“Wait– what… what are you doing?”
“Don’t move.”
Gi-hun was still bent over the desk, hands clutching the edges, chest flush against the table. He followed the other man with incredulous eyes. His face must have looked completely ruined, now also so twisted with indignation that he was almost glad he was wearing the mask.
He watched In-ho pick up the pile of papers from his desk, sorting through them until he found the one he was looking for. Then he leaned over the desk, his slick, flushed cock still hanging free from his clothes. He took a pen and started writing something down.
“Are you fucking serious right now!?” Gi-hun bit out.
In-ho kept his tone completely unfazed by the outburst. “If I don’t write this down now, I’ll forget.”
“But I–”
“Be patient, soldier, or I won’t go back,” he warned, his pen moving fast across the paper.
Gi-hun sighed. “Yeah, right,” he snarled.
In-ho snapped his gaze to him, stopping everything he was doing. His eyes were so stern and intense that they felt like they could easily pierce through the black mesh covering Gi-hun’s face.
“What was that?” he asked, his voice low and steady, everything about it was a warning. It made Gi-hun’s stomach flutter with excitement.
“You will come back. Look at you,” Gi-hun said, tilting his head slightly, the gesture clearly directed at In-ho’s cock, hard and naked between them, very close to his face. “You need this as much as I do.”
In-ho’s left hand dropped the pen and flew to the back of Gi-hun’s head, holding him steady as he took himself in hand and brought his cock up to rub against the other man’s mask, right where his mouth would be.
“Nothing is stopping me from making you change masks right now, soldier,” he said. His voice was stern, but just a little shaky. “I could just take your mouth and be done with it.” He dragged his cock over the lower part of the mask, his slick tip leaving a trail of fluid Gi-hun would have to clean afterward. “I’ll send you back to work and make you take all the mess you’re leaving on my desk with you, leave you hard and needy for the rest of the day…” He tapped the mask with his cock, the flushed head hitting the plastic once, twice, three times. “Would you like that?”
Gi-hun was so turned on right now.
He could see everything from inside the mask. He could even smell him, so close, so overwhelming. He could have come just from this, from his words, from the way the man’s fingertips pressed firmly into the back of his head.
As if it had a will of its own, his tongue darted out, seeking the taste, drawn to In-ho’s cock like a magnet. The blunt head was resting against the other side of the mask, exactly where his mouth was, and he managed to lap at it through the plastic.
In-ho hadn’t been expecting that. Gi-hun was salivating so much that he could feel the heat of his tongue. His entire body shuddered, his hips grinding forward instinctively. “Fuck,” he breathed, tightening his grip on Gi-hun’s head. “Answer me, soldier.”
“Ye– no! Sir, I’m sorry. I’ll be quiet.”
In-ho let out a long exhale, as if trying to steady himself. “Very good,” he muttered, slowly letting go of Gi-hun and finally pulling his cock away from the mask.
Gi-hun missed it already, but he was comforted by the thought that in a moment it would be inside him again. It made the wait a little more bearable.
In-ho grabbed his pen again and finished writing his notes. Then he set it down with a sharp movement and turned his gaze back to Gi-hun, who was quietly staring up at him.
“Player 213 is severely allergic to ginger. If he tastes even the tiniest bit, he could die,” he explained carefully. “He’s one of the VIPs’ favorites. If he becomes a finalist, we can’t let him die before the last game, not because of a food allergy.”
Gi-hun remained silent, his mind wasn’t clear enough right now to know exactly what to do with that information.
“Will you remember to let the kitchen know about this?” In-ho pressed. “I don’t want any ginger near the finalists’ dinner.”
Gi-hun nodded. “Yes, sir. I’ll let them know.”
“Alright.”
In-ho arranged the papers back into a neat pile, and Gi-hun knew he was doing it just to annoy him a little more. Then he circled the desk, and Gi-hun let his body relax, his head falling off the edge of the desk as he waited patiently to be filled again.
But the other man seemed to have different plans.
Once he was back behind Gi-hun, In-ho pulled him upright and turned him around, manhandling him easily into exactly the position he wanted. Moving faster than Gi-hun’s mind could keep up with, he lifted his thighs and made him sit on the desk.
Gi-hun steadied himself instinctively, gripping In-ho’s shoulders. The next thing he heard was the snap of the strap behind his head, and suddenly the mask was gone, tossed somewhere across the room as fresh air hit his flushed skin. The balaclava followed, carelessly discarded as well.
He was still staring at In-ho in disbelief when he saw the other man break into a wide grin at the sight of his face. He was still wearing the glasses, which complemented his bone structure so perfectly. Gi-hun wished he could force In-ho to wear his reading glasses at all hours of the day.
He smiled back at him. “What are you doing?”
In-ho replied with a kiss, capturing his lips with eager passion. It was possessive and hot and gentle, all at the same time. Gi-hun responded without protest, wrapping his arms around In-ho’s neck and holding him even closer as his legs wrapped around him.
Without pulling back from the kiss, In-ho leaned forward, laying them both over the desk, and without wasting any more time, aligned himself again, entering Gi-hun with a single, careful thrust.
Gi-hun broke the kiss with a long moan, but In-ho just kept kissing his slack-opened mouth, lapping inside it, biting his lips, swallowing every sound Gi-hun made while he started fucking him again.
Gi-hun bared his neck as his head fell back, clinging tightly to In-ho, and the other man moved to kiss and nibble along his jaw. His teeth dragged against Gi-hun’s neck. Panting. Grunting. Lips sliding messily as he moved back and forth with the force of his entire body.
Then he buried himself deep and started fucking him with shallow thrusts, the head of his cock hitting Gi-hun’s sweet spot over and over again, making him roll his hips to meet In-ho’s movements. He ground like this for a while, getting drunk on the feeling of Gi-hun’s walls wrapping around him, perfectly tight and perfectly warm.
Then he pushed himself back up, gripping Gi-hun’s hips tightly, and started slamming into him again. Sharp, steady thrusts. The repetitive slapping mixed deliciously with the sounds spilling from their mouths, stolen breaths torn directly from their chests.
Gi-hun’s cock was jumping against his stomach with every hard thrust, balls tight and his slit dripping uncontrollably. In-ho took hold of it, and Gi-hun whined loudly as he came right away.
“Fuck…” In-ho grunted, his mouth curving into a smile, his voice shaky and breathy as he kept pounding into him, his hand eagerly stroking Gi-hun through his orgasm, white spurts of cum spilling warm and thick over his stomach.
With his eyes rolled back, Gi-hun started wriggling when he became too sensitive, shoving the other man’s hand away.
That only fueled In-ho even more. He leaned over Gi-hun again, bracing his hands on either side of him, and pounded into him fervently, insistently.
Gi-hun grunted with every thrust, shivering whenever In-ho’s abdomen brushed against his softening cock.
“Look at you, jagiya… you came so hard, so fast,” In-ho breathed, his voice wavering with the roll of his hips. “Maybe I made you tease yourself too much… Or were you just that horny?”
Gi-hun only managed to nod, not even able to open his eyes yet.
“Yeah?” In-ho bit his lower lip, gripping Gi-hun’s hips tightly. “How long have you been thinking about this? You barely paid attention to anything I said.”
“In-ho…”
“You wanted this, huh? You wanted me to take you like this.”
“Yes– yes, I did…” He sounded so needy.
In-ho cursed under his breath and looked down. Gi-hun’s spent cock bounced with every thrust, smearing itself in the mess of his release.
With a single sharp, deep thrust, In-ho stopped. Keeping himself buried, he brought a hand to Gi-hun’s cock again, making the man jolt and jerk his head up with a whine, shooting him an indignant look.
“Do you think I can make you hard again?”
Gi-hun was breathing hard. “I don’t know, I don’t think– ah!”
In-ho had started stroking him, very slowly and very carefully, his fingers barely touching him. Gi-hun looked down at himself and then back up at the other man. He felt his cock twitch, and In-ho must have felt it too, because he ground into him again. Gi-hun clenched around him, and both of them grunted at the same time.
“Let me try,” In-ho murmured, urgency creeping into his voice.
“Didn’t you want to make this quick?” Gi-hun shot back.
In-ho chuckled, leaning closer to his face. “I can make you eat your own words too,” he drawled, amused, stealing another quick, messy kiss. “Give me five minutes and I’ll have you hard and begging for my cock again.”
Gi-hun smiled at the challenge, rolled his eyes in resignation, and gestured with his hand. “Be my guest…”
In-ho pulled out of him immediately. Gi-hun hadn’t even adjusted to the sudden emptiness before the other man’s mouth was engulfing his softened cock.
His entire body jolted off the desk, everything except his hips. His torso doubled over, legs jerking and curling around In-ho’s head.
It fit easily inside his mouth, all of it, and In-ho kept him there. He didn’t move yet, instead, he focused on his tongue, lapping and salivating over Gi-hun’s spent cock, contracting the muscles of his mouth and throat around him, delighting in the desperate, ragged sounds Gi-hun let out.
He knew Gi-hun was still a little sensitive, so he started slow, just in case he wanted him to stop, but that request never came. Instead, Gi-hun only regulated his breathing, leaning back against the desk and giving In-ho free rein to work him however he wanted.
His lips dragged up and down as he bobbed his head. Gi-hun hissed and tensed beneath him, hands curling into tight fists at his sides, and In-ho kept teasing him. Tongue slick against the underside of his cock, cheeks hollowing, a never-relenting rhythm. Slowly, repeatedly, the soft skin following the movement of his lips.
When one of Gi-hun’s hands landed on the crown of his head and pushed him down, forcing him to take everything into his mouth again, In-ho smiled.
It was time to double his efforts.
He kept Gi-hun’s soft cock in his mouth until the pressure of the man’s hand eased slightly, then started moving again, sucking insistently, drooling excessively, his spit mixing with the remnants of Gi-hun’s fluids.
It took almost no time for him to feel Gi-hun grow hard again, to feel his shaft firming up as he kept moving, barely pausing to breathe. With each downward drag, it became harder for In-ho to fit him fully into his mouth.
Gi-hun’s breathing had changed too. He wasn’t fighting the stimulation anymore, he was chasing it. One hand stayed firm on In-ho’s head as he propped himself on his left elbow, eyes locked on the perfect sight of those thin lips wrapped around his hardening cock, on how hungry In-ho looked, how eagerly he was sucking him off. The glasses were still on, and that was the best part. He was surprised that In-ho had managed to keep them on, but he was so glad he had. They looked so fucking good on him.
With one of the loudest slurping sounds Gi-hun had ever heard in his life, In-ho pulled back, his mouth still slackly open as he finally caught a proper breath, obscenely wet and glistening with all kinds of fluids. He stared at Gi-hun, then glanced quickly down at the man’s cock, hard and standing firmly, as if his previous orgasm had never happened. There was a sly smile on In-ho’s face.
Gi-hun just sighed, admitting defeat. “You’ve made your point,” he said. “Are you gonna stand there being proud of yourself, or are you gonna make me come again?”
The reaction he expected came right away. In-ho took a firm hold of his thighs and doubled him over, exposing his hole again. He leaned down to lick at it a little, getting it nice and wet again with all the spit and precum he still had in his mouth. Gi-hun moaned delightedly at it, and even louder when In-ho started stroking him too, fast and hard, moving his hand with insistence as he ate him out at the same time.
Then In-ho stopped, giving himself a few pumps as he stood up, smearing all the fluids coating Gi-hun’s dick onto his own. He aligned himself and pushed in, slowly but unrelentingly.
Gi-hun grunted at the renewed stretch, but he took it, and In-ho stopped for a moment once he was completely inside again, taking a second to get both of them accustomed to it.
He leaned over Gi-hun once more, stealing another kiss from him, lips crushing and plundering. Hot and wet. Messy.
Gi-hun returned it, hungrily devouring the other man with renewed arousal, tasting himself on him, getting his own mouth coated with everything In-ho had on his lips. It was a bit desperate and uncoordinated. Tongues on teeth, lips wet and smashing together, slick sounds mixing with ragged inhales of air, warm breath escaping their noses and coating their skin with heat.
Until In-ho started moving again, and Gi-hun moaned loudly into his open mouth, his body dragging back and forth against the desk as In-ho began to pound into him.
He wedged a hand between them so he could reach Gi-hun’s dick again, who only clasped his arms tighter around his neck, keeping him as close as possible, wishing In-ho were completely naked, just as he was.
In-ho moved his lips to Gi-hun’s jaw, licking and kissing and sucking there, then shifted a little higher so he could speak closer to his ear.
“You’ve been so bratty today,” he said, his voice breathy, wavering with every movement.
Gi-hun smiled, and In-ho heard it in the way the tone of his moan shifted. “I’m not wearing the mask right now…”
“Wouldn’t you like to, though,” In-ho shot back, equally amused. He quickened the pace of his hips, trying to match it with the rhythm of his left hand on Gi-hun’s cock. The other man whined loudly at the increased stimulation. “You know damn well what I’m talking about.”
Gi-hun just chuckled, a soft laugh that merged with his constant, drawn-out groans.
“That mask isn’t doing anything to you anymore,” In-ho continued. Gi-hun knew perfectly well that he hadn’t been abiding by their little game when the mask was on, even if only by accident, but the way it amused him only fuel In-ho’s arousal further. “What’s the point of it if you’re not going to behave?”
“Maybe– fuck… maybe I want you to punish me,” Gi-hun replied, his voice ragged with the rhythm of In-ho’s thrusts. “What’s the point of being– ah! …the boss if you can’t make me behave?”
In-ho exhaled sharply. He withdrew his hand from Gi-hun’s dick and instead changed the angle, pressing himself harder and dragging against him with every roll of his hips. Gi-hun clung tighter to him, gasping blissfully at the change in friction, moving his own hips to meet In-ho’s thrusts.
“Maybe I should consider other options, then,” In-ho mused, speaking into his cheek, close to his ear, watching Gi-hun come undone beneath him. “What about a plug, huh? One of those vibrating ones with a remote control.” He chuckled. “Oh, we’d have so much fun with it. I know I would, at least. I’d make you wear it the entire time we’re here, keep you open all week.”
Gi-hun moaned at his words, whining as In-ho picked up the pace a little more.
“Or maybe one of those rings that wraps around your dick, so I can keep you hard all day and only let you come at night before you go to bed.” Gi-hun’s sounds turned needy, desperate. In-ho knew he was imagining every detail just as much as he was. “And I’d do it all over again the next day. You’d learn to focus then, no matter how horny you are.”
The repetitive slap of his hips against Gi-hun’s ass was loud, interrupted only by the occasional crack of the desk beneath them, or the sound of it sliding across the floor when In-ho pushed a little too hard. The desk was already sitting at a diagonal, though neither of them had noticed yet.
“I can’t have you distracted like this at work,” In-ho went on, focusing on his own words to make himself last a little longer, dragging it out until he had Gi-hun right on the edge with him. “Maybe I should just fuck you every morning so you can focus during the day…”
Gi-hun chuckled breathlessly at the suggestion, a full row of white, delicate teeth showing.
“Yeah? You’d like that?”
“Yes– ah! Yes! I’d like that a lot…”
In-ho chuckled, rich and low, next to Gi-hun’s ear. “What is it about this place that makes you so needy?”
“You…” Gi-hun breathed, so airy and absentminded that In-ho knew he was close. “You’re– ah! Fuck– you’re so hot when you boss me around…”
In-ho was slamming into him like a madman now, little by little losing all coordination.
“Does my dick feel better when I give you orders?”
Gi-hun just nodded, vehemently bobbing his head.
In-ho chuckled again. “I’ll have to teach you to behave, then. Train you like a dog.” He leaned even closer to Gi-hun’s ear. “You say you want me to give you orders, but I want to see you obey them.”
His breath was hot against Gi-hun’s skin, his voice growing weaker the more he pounded into him. The warmth and wetness wrapping around his dick every time he moved back and forth, in and out, was becoming harder to ignore.
“You’ll be begging for my cock on your knees. You’ll be dreaming about it, and I’ll only take you once you learn to behave for me.”
Gi-hun couldn’t speak anymore, but the sounds he made were enthusiastic, eager, like he wanted nothing more than for In-ho to boss him around all the time, even if it was just to make him a cup of coffee.
“You’ll be so pliant. You’ll do everything I tell you to do, because you feel so good when I fuck you stupid like this. You’ll make me feel so good. I’ll make you use your hands on me, and your mouth, and this pretty little tight hole you have– fuck!”
Gi-hun came again, a loud growl ripping from deep in his chest, and In-ho felt the warm spurts of cum pooling between them, ruining his clothes even further, painting Gi-hun’s stomach with his own release for the second time that evening.
“Oh, yes!” In-ho grunted, breaking into a victorious laugh, never slowing, never stopping his hips, slamming hard into the other man. “Yes, jagiya, I knew you could do it again…”
Gi-hun answered only with a weary moan, sounding equally amused. He kept holding In-ho close, even wrapping his legs around him, until he felt him shudder, his thrusts growing sloppy before finally stopping, buried deep inside him.
With a broken grunt, In-ho’s cum coated his insides, hot and wet like it always felt. His hole clenched around him, milking him to the last drop until In-ho finally slumped over him, caring very little about the mess between them.
They took a moment to catch their breath, their chests heaving against each other’s. Gi-hun’s fingers tangled in In-ho’s hair as warm, lingering kisses traced his neck, only stopping when In-ho lifted his head to meet his eyes.
Gi-hun smiled at him. “You kept the glasses.”
“You said you liked them.”
“I do. You should wear them all the time,” he said, brushing aside a loose strand of In-ho’s hair with his finger.
“I don’t need them all the time.”
“I’ll buy you some non-prescription glasses, then.”
They both chuckled at that, then Gi-hun groaned, clinging to In-ho’s arms as the other man pulled out of him.
“Let’s stay here a little more,” he protested.
“We need to clean up,” In-ho said. “And I need to change clothes.”
“Just a little more…”
In-ho let out another laugh, standing up straight. “We really need to go back,” he said, helping Gi-hun get up slowly as the other man grumbled. “Just a couple of days and we’ll be back home.”
Gi-hun stood up and held on to his shoulders with both hands, his lips pressed into a resigned line. “Can I sleep here tonight?”
“Sure,” In-ho said with a soft nod, then slid one of his hands from Gi-hun’s waist to give him a playful pat on the ass. “Just come back once you’re done with your work for the day.”
Gi-hun rolled his eyes as he bent down to pick up his mask from the floor. In-ho tugged himself into his pants, not bothering to buckle the belt as he was gonna have to change anyway.
He circled his desk as Gi-hun picked up his uniform from the side table where he’d left it, and right as he was about to leave the room, In-ho called for him.
“Jagiya…”
When he turned, he saw the other man hunched over the desk, writing something down on a yellow sticky note. Then he stood straight and stretched out his arm, handing it to him.
“You might find this useful.”
Gi-hun neared the desk to take it, and with a quick skim over it he saw that In-ho had listed the tasks that needed to be done for the day. A slight smile curved his lips. He would’ve made some sardonic remark about how there was no need to write this down if he hadn’t read something about ginger he could barely remember In-ho mentioning.
With his lips pursed, amusedly resigned, he only made a waving gesture with the sticky note in the air before turning around and finally heading for the bathroom.