By Zephyria 
Yoon Joo-ho, having roused Song Hyun-soo from the sofa, pulled him toward the window and stood him in front of the desk.
“Sit down.”
“Where?”
“I’ll do it with my mouth.”
Impatient lips immediately delved deep into Song Hyun-soo’s neck.
“Here… you want me to sit here?”
Right next to his ear, Yoon Joo-ho whispered in a husky voice, licking his earlobe with a wet tongue.
“Sitting on my office desk and getting a blowjob from me. Not interested?”
“……”
Realizing that he was already wavering, he pressed his lips together.
Mmm…
A tongue slipped between their deeply intertwined lips. The sensation of opening a part of his body to accept him inevitably evoked images of penetrative sex.
Yoon Joo-ho relentlessly pressed his body forward. With kisses that bit and sucked at his lips, and the heat of their lower bodies rubbing together, Song Hyun-soo’s body and mind were already collapsing.
Whenever he looked at him with those suggestive eyes, his body craved sex. As if he had been trained to react that way. It must be because they had done it so often since they started living together. Even if they skipped sex for just one day, Yoon Joo-ho would be so eager, and when they were alone at home, they would catch fire over the smallest things.
“Mmm, ungh…”
As he accepted Yoon Joo-ho’s tongue, which throbbed and filled his mouth, he wrapped his arms around his neck to avoid falling backward.
Thud, thud. Yoon Joo-ho, wrapping his hands around the back of Song Hyun-soo’s thighs, half-lifted him and made him sit on the desk.
“Ugh.”
A large hand, tracing a Z from his back to his side, burrowed into his buttocks inside the briefs under his jeans.
Song Hyun-soo, spitting out the tongue that had occupied his mouth, asked in a voice still tinged with hesitation.
“Are you really going to do it, here?”
Yoon Joo-ho tilted his head and lowered the end of his eyebrow.
“Can’t I?”
While fondling someone else’s butt with his hands.
He seemed to know who Monroe took after, tilting his head and pretending not to know when it was to his advantage. Song Hyun-soo wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and looked around.
“I’d rather just do it on the sofa…”
“Sofa or desk, it’s still the office anyway. What’s the difference?”
His right hand was already pulling down Song Hyun-soo’s jeans zipper.
“Even so, the desk is for… work, euuugh, heuu, heuk.”
The zipper opened, and his fingertips burrowed into the band of his briefs. Song Hyun-soo, covering his mouth with one hand, couldn’t take his eyes off Yoon Joo-ho’s hand, which was fumbling inside his underwear through the open zipper of his jeans.
“That’s what makes it even better.”
“Mmm, eum. Heup.”
In some ways, it was more obscene than taking out and touching his penis. In terms of stimulating erotic fantasies about what might be happening inside the wriggling thin fabric.
Yoon Joo-ho’s breath, disordered with excitement, was dizzying in his ear.
“Ha… it’s all sticky inside your briefs.”
“That’s because, you’re… touching me.”
“You’re getting wet because you feel good when I touch you?”
“Heuek, heut.”
“If I suck you? Wouldn’t that be even better? Huh?”
“That’s why, why does it have to be, here…”
“I’m the kind of guy who wants to make his boyfriend sit on his company desk and suck his dick.”
Each word was vulgar. But between the rough, cracked voice, it sounded only sweet, as if honey had seeped in. It seemed resistance was futile.
“Hyun-soo… huh? I want to suck you. I want to put your penis in my mouth.”
A nagging, whining voice, his lips pressed close to his ear.
Song Hyun-soo squeezed his eyes shut.
Taking it as a sign of permission, Yoon Joo-ho pulled down the band of his briefs and finally pulled out his penis.
The sun had just begun to set, but it was still closer to afternoon than evening. A space decorated so clinically that it felt almost like a sterile room, far removed from sexual acts. And in that space, a penis, more than half-erect, exposed.
The fact that he was revealing a place that shouldn’t be exposed in a place where it shouldn’t be exposed fueled Song Hyun-soo’s excitement. He couldn’t deny it.
Yoon Joo-ho, sitting in the office swivel chair, buried his face between Song Hyun-soo’s legs with a satisfied expression, as if he had finally gotten what he wanted.
And he stuck out his tongue and licked Song Hyun-soo’s penis deeply.
“Heueueu, heuek. Heu…”
A moan like a sob escaped from Song Hyun-soo.
Without being told, Song Hyun-soo himself pulled his T-shirt up to below his chest and gripped it so it wouldn’t fall down. He wanted to see more clearly what was happening in his crotch.
Yoon Joo-ho, licking from the root to the glans with his tongue, this time went in reverse, swallowing Song Hyun-soo’s thing from the glans.
“Haeuk! Heup!”
The sensation of the most sensitive area being enveloped in warm mucous membrane.
Song Hyun-soo’s two calves, floating in the air, struggled.
Yoon Joo-ho swallowed the entire penis until his lips rubbed against his pubic hair.
“Ah! Haeuh!”
With his face buried deep in his crotch, he turned his head from side to side, rubbing against it. Yoon Joo-ho’s nose dug into his groin. Because he was tightly gripping his butt over his jeans, Song Hyun-soo couldn’t back away. He could only squeeze his T-shirt with one hand and the shoulder area of Yoon Joo-ho’s shirt with the other.
“Hahheuk, heut. Heuek.”
As his broad shoulders pushed back, he released Song Hyun-soo’s thing from his mouth with a slurp. Then, burying his nose and lips in the shaft, he greedily inhaled the scent.
“Did you shower at home?”
“I worked, out… so.”
He raised his eyes and met Song Hyun-soo’s gaze. He tilted his face to the side and buried his nose in the root of the shaft, inhaling.
“The lingering scent of shower gel mixed with the smell of your penis… it’s driving me crazy.”
“Heuek. Euk.”
Panting with rough breaths like an asthma patient, Yoon Joo-ho rubbed his nose and lips against Song Hyun-soo’s penis. His face, which had looked tired until just now, was now radiating a subtle vitality.
Heueup, haa…
Savoring it, his lips, holding the glans, deeply swallowed Song Hyun-soo’s penis again. With both hands, he stroked Song Hyun-soo’s upper body, stroking from his buttocks to his sides.
“Aaa, haa, haeueu, heuk.”
Song Hyun-soo couldn’t close his jaw. He tightly grabbed Yoon Joo-ho’s wrist, which was caressing his nipple with his thumb.
Choop, choop, chooook.
Yoon Joo-ho’s face moved back up and down, repeatedly stimulating his penis in earnest. As if it were in the way, he roughly pulled down the other’s jeans and briefs. Song Hyun-soo had no choice but to lift his hips alternately to cooperate. Otherwise, he felt like he would fall off the desk from the force of him pulling at his clothes.
“Aeueueu, eueu…”
The moment his bare butt touched the transparent desk made of tempered glass, his body flinched. It was cold. But it was only for a moment. Having removed the obstacle, Yoon Joo-ho burrowed deeper and more recklessly between his legs.
Choop, choop. Chook, chook.
Did the sound resonate more in the office?
The sound effect of sucking his penis was more explicit and unusually vivid than what he had heard in their bedroom. Like listening through earphones or headphones.
Knowing that the window was a magic mirror and that the inside couldn’t be seen from the outside anyway, Song Hyun-soo kept looking around. Even though he had seen Yoon Joo-ho lock the door, he kept looking back. But strangely, that tension didn’t make his erection subside, but rather made it harder.
I’m going crazy. I’m going to open my eyes to another strange fetish.
In an instant, the glans was sucked into a hot, slippery throat. In a moment of white-out dizziness, Song Hyun-soo unknowingly grabbed Yoon Joo-ho’s head and shook it wildly.
“Aaaaa! Haeueu! Heuk, heuek!”
Yoon Joo-ho, with his mouth full of penis, kept pushing his face further between his legs. As if trying to crawl into his groin.
Gulp, gul…p. Every time his throat tightened around his glans, Song Hyun-soo’s shoulders trembled.
“Seoheueu, seo, heueup, keuheu…”
With his dick in his mouth, he continued to rub his face back and forth against Song Hyun-soo’s groin. The sensation of his high nose rubbing against his pubic hair gave him goosebumps. With his face buried in Song Hyun-soo’s lower body to the point where his features couldn’t be seen, he repeatedly took deep breaths. He seemed like someone trying to suck all the smells rising from Song Hyun-soo’s center into himself. In his mouth, which was soaked with saliva and pre-cum, his penis throbbed as if it would ejaculate at any moment.
“Sunbae, pull it out! Wait, I said pull it out!”
As he struggled, hitting his shoulder wildly, Yoon Joo-ho pulled the penis, smeared with pre-cum and saliva, out of his mouth. His lips, glistening with obscene fluids, licked around his pubic hair, unable to let go.
“I want to live between your legs. Can’t I?”
“What nonsense, eueueu… haeueu!”
Just when he thought he was giving him a moment to catch his breath, he pounced again in no time. As if he couldn’t stand Song Hyun-soo’s penis being out of his mouth even for a moment, he shoved it into his mouth haphazardly.