#94: Sweet Coffee Bitter Strawberry

[sweetestjongin]

Title: sweet coffee bitter strawberry
Pairing(s): kris / jongin (karis, kriskai)
Rating: nc-17
Length: ~ 15000
Warning(s): smut, porn, little plot, did i mention smut?
Summary: The problem with Kris is that he cannot say no to his assistant, Kim Jongin. Not even to coffee, and Kris despises coffee. One day, Kris dreading the regular schedule when Jongin knocks on his door, bringing him his usual afternoon beverage on a tray. But instead is surprised with something else entirely.
Author's Note: Thanks to the sweet and sour mods at the kaifectionary fest who allowed me to sign up a week before the original closing date in December, and also to extend the deadline for another week. And thanks to my friend, who recommended that I try this fest, as she was already very involved in her story (now stories) in this kaifectionary. She sees my ideas and then a large failure to finish anything. You should read her stories as well....
This story is a number of firsts, my first ever pairing using, Kris and Jongin together, actually having Kris and Jongin as the leads in a story, first ever festival with a real deadline (feeling a little adultish), first time submitting a piece of writing in over three years, first time completing a story in over three years (hence the hiatus).




Kris has a not so big secret. He loathes coffee. He detests the smell that it makes and the places that provide it. He dislikes the colour that it stains the porcelain. He expresses a very loud disgust at society's approval and genuine pleasure at its simple existence. He curses at its infinite staining power. It's not that he would call the beverage an abomination, but it is very obvious that this person, Kris, Wu Yi Fan, does not like coffee. He would rather something smoother on the throat, a little heavier on his tongue, cooler on the lips, better on the stomach. Something like.....

“Strawberry milk,” he speaks into the intercom to the only other senior stock market analyst on this floor, his gaze never lifting from the trends and graph analyses littering his usually tidy workspace.

“You cannot order that. I refuse to utter those words to the cashier.”

“You won't, your assistant will.” Kris twirled a black fountain pen around his fingers.

“Well then I refuse to mention those words to him.” The corner of Kris's lips turned up, his closest co-worker was starting to sound a little stressed regarding his colleague's favourite beverage.

“Please, please, please, Luhan, my secretary is coming at three with a black coffee and I need something to wash the horrendous taste away with.” Kris cringed at the sound of his voice. He had resorted to begging.

“Can't you ask for sugar?”

Kris rolled his eyes, “He says it’s bad for my heart.” Everyone knows that you need at least five sugars to mask the bitterness.

“Can't you ask for milk?”

“He says his coffee is not meant to be drunk with milk.” This poor stock analyst did not know the pain of having more coffee to drink.

“Can't you ask for syrup, like hazelnut or vanilla?”

“He says that artificial sweeteners are not good for my teeth.” Once again Luhan forgets, I only like strawberry.

“Can't you not drink it?”

“Then he starts muttering about dehydration and fatigue.” And the smell in the room becomes overbearing to the point of sickening.

“Pour it out?”

“How? Where? My last plant died from over coffeeing.” I hope that's a word.

Luhan was starting to sound a little desperate, “Glad he's not my secretary.”

Kris chuckled, “You weren't saying that at the five last company dinners.”

“Can't you just say no today?”

Kris couldn't 'just say no' to his secretary. From the moment that Kim Jongin had walked into that particular interview room, for that particular position and sat front of him, Kris had been saying a lot of 'yes' and responses that were filled with a lot of non-no sounding words and actions. There was just something about this Kim Jongin that made it impossible to refuse.

Everyone, including the CEO was jealous of Kris’s very own personal descendant from the secretarial gods. This mythical being was efficient with technology, knew what he was doing, how do get what he wanted and of course knew exactly how to react even before the slightest sparks in Kris's neurons fired. Not to mention, tall, but not as statuesque as his boss, well built, but not broad as his boss, loved to smile and loved to be the centre of attention, the complete opposite of his boss. Everyone who came to this floor loved to call his name, just to see him smile, lucky that Kim Jongin was a people person.

Also directly from the water cooler, as in Joonmyun to Jongdae, Jongdae to Minseok, Minseok to Luhan and Luhan to him, this particular assistant of legends had excellent reflexes, great flexibility, a good dancer, loves to go to the clubs, and currently single.

Man, Joonmyun loved to gossip!


“Kris.....Kris.....Kris......Wu Yi Fan?” the intercom buzzed with Luhan's voice, “Did you tell him?”

Kris sighed and looked down at his Rolex, 2:45, and then to the closed door, he didn't have time for this, “If the words, STRAWBERRY MILK are so appalling to your sensitive tongue, just tell your extra special assistant to order my usual.”

“But then Minseok, my very precious secretary who should be aiding me will have to say that to the cashier. I don't want your dirty drink name anywhere near his lips.” Kris’s lips turned upwards in a very rare large smile. He could imagine Luhan pacing up and down his well-furnished office in frustration. That doe was quite overprotective of his treasured little bun.

Kris knew Luhan hated it when they went out together and the server automatically placed the pink drink in front of him. This sweet beverage would suit both Luhan and Minseok's appearances, but not his. This is why every time he ordered his favourite milk, everyone always took a double take and asked repeatedly if he was sure.

“You know what I think I have some chocolate in a draw somewhere that should do it. It's too late to sneak it into the office anyway. Jongin will notice something.”

Kris looks down at his watch again, 2:50, instinctively begins organising his papers. Avoiding stains to the underlying documents is rule one to drinking coffee, well after ensuring that it won't scald the inside of your mouth.

Kris had just loosened his dark forest green tie and opened a black file when there was a knock at the door. He looked at his limited edition time keeper; 3:00. “Enter.” Kris looked up at the opening door. His secretary walked in smiling, holding a high rimmed tray. A clear glass filled three quarters water was visible. Kris looked quizzically at Jongin. “Water,” Kris mumbled to himself, then did a double take. He thought he saw something.

Jongin's smile widened as he strode across the floor.

“Why are you not wearing any socks?” Kris stood up moving with the intention that he would take his break by the couch at the window.

“Because I didn't wear any today,” Jongin didn't turn towards the coffee table.

“Why are you not wearing any shoes?” Kris walked around his desk.

“I wanted to feel this carpet under my feet.” Jongin continued to stride, “My soles crave soft surfaces and here is soft.”

“Why?” Kris stopped at the corner of the large flat rectangular table top and crossed his arms.

“Why how?” Jongin smirked and looked around, “Oh the water. I felt that this would be more appropriate for today.”

“Not that, why?” Kris wagged his chin in the direction of the visible toes.

“Oh this, I just wanted to try feel your carpet and compare it's qualities to that around my desk.” Jongin had reached the desk and placed the cup on the dark surface.

Kris was about to ask his assistant how often he goes barefoot in the office but instead noticed something extra on the tray. “What's that?” He pointed casually with two fingers at the blue square packets still on the tray.

“What do you think?” He placed the packets on the desk next to the water. Jongin leant over and with his hand pulled the dark Windsor knot around Kris’s neck down. He turned away and walked back the way he came.

"Stay perfectly still. Don’t say a word. Or else….”

Kris rested his hips against the long side of the table. His arms remained crossed as he watched silently as the other walked away towards door. Thinking about what the other had said. Thinking about what the other had just done. Thinking about what the other had in mind. A little worried about what the future held.

'Click'

The lock sealed the room.

Kris closed his eyes, standing motionless against his workspace. The sound of bare skin brushing over the carpet fibres, bending, shaping and moulding themselves around the pressure was the only sound he focused on. Kris turned his chin to the right to listen closer. It didn't sound like Jongin was walking directly back. It seemed that his secretary was waiting, waiting for the perfect opportunity. It sounded like Jongin had moved parallel and was on the other side of the room. Kris turned his head in the other direction to listen closer.

'Clink'

Jongin's chrome Bvlgari watch bounced off the darkly stained wooden desk.

Kris jumped. That sound came from next to him. He opened his eyes. How did Jongin get here? He should have been over by the window.

Jongin was looking at his boss closely. He sighed. Placed his index finger under Kris’s chin and turned it to face the front. Walked around and positioned himself directly in front of Kris’s hips.

“Stay perfectly still. Don’t say a word. Or else….” He repeated.

Jongin’s fingers ran down the centre of Kris’s neck. He poked his index finger gently into the hollow just above the sternum. A small smile lifted the corners of his lips. Both hands ran over the edges of Kris’s starched collar, feeling the unique rough stitching beneath. He stepped in closer to his boss.

The tips of Jongin's toes touched the edge of Kris's leather shoes. Kissing in a way. The room was silent except for the soft breathing from both men.

Jongin lifted his palms to cup under Kris’s cheeks. His thumbs softly wiped over the cracked, dry skin covering the taller’s lips. He could hear a change in Kris’s breathing. “This is nothing.” His long fingers crept down Kris's neck like a spider. All of his digits freely explored the visibly sensitive skin.

Kris moaned loudly with the feathery touches down his throat. He lifted his face to the ceiling, forgetting his strict instructions.

Jongin smiled, realising that his words were now meaningless. Everything has little value when your partner is turned on or stimulated. Once again, Jongin’s index finger circled around the hollow where the collar bones meet at the centre of his boss’s chest.

Jongin’s thumb slid the top button of Kris’s tailor-made shirt out from its housing. His thumb slid down the seam to the next button. Slowly, Jongin undid the next five buttons. As he slipped the plastic through the fabric holes, Jongin could hear Kris holding his breath. Once each button was free the larger let out the breath, the carbon dioxide loudly exiting through his nostrils. Jongin felt the temperature rising under the other's smooth pale skin. He couldn’t help but let the back of his finger run down Kris’s toned torso.

Once the white pinstripes shirt hung loosely around Kris’s perfectly formed abs, Jongin began to slide the opening off the other’s chest. Jongin let out a low whistle. He'd heard through the grape vine that his boss had a nice body, but seeing it first hand was more than he expected.

Kris had some definition. His pectoral muscles. His tiger striped rib cage. His obliques. Jongin's stood for a few moments appreciating this image.

Wow.

Jongin stepped himself towards the left. His palm squeezed over Kris’s shoulder. The right hand pressed down Kris’s upper arm.

Kris instinctively clenched his fist, attempting to tense his biceps as Jongin’s tanned hand slid down. Kris bent his elbow slipping his wrist out of shirt. His broad shoulders rolled backwards. The fine hairs covering his body erected as the cool air circled the left side of his body. The fabric of his shirt swayed over his hamstrings.

Jongin took a step back. He walked around the entire table rather than walking directly in front of Kris’s gaze. As he walked, he noticed the emerging muscles lining Kris’s back.

Jongin slid his hips along the edge of the desk, coming to a halt at Kris's side. The tips of his dark fingers softly ran over Kris’s phalanges, metacarpals, and carpals. Jongin noticed his boss’s nails scraping along the flat wooden surface as his hands contracted into balls. The smaller walked his fingers up the forearm and upper arm as the fabric gathered and bunched beneath. He stepped in closer again. Kris felt Jongin’s breath against his neck. The fabric began to be pulled off his shoulder and the fine hairs covering Kris’s entire body erected again. The crisp white shirt slipped easily over Kris’s wrist and dropped to the floor.

Jongin’s eyes looked up and down Kris’s exposed torso. He lifted his hand to Kris’s shoulder. Kris was forced to turn his hips to face Jongin. He looked Jongin directly in the eyes and began to speak., “Are…”

“You are not allowed to speak,” Jongin interrupted, “And no, I am not finished yet.” Jongin bent down and picked up the crumpled shirt from the ground. He shook it three times as he walked around to Kris’s chair and hung it over the back. Then he walked back as if nothing had happened he came around and stood back next to Kris.

Jongin’s hand reached up and loosened the thin black tie resting around his neck. His fingers lifted from his own body to caress the bare warm skin next to him, tracing slowly over every ridge and crevice of muscle that lined Kris’s entire torso. Jongin continued to run his fingers over the toned surface until his fingers hit the cool metal of the black belt buckle.

“Really?” Kris spoke aloud asking himself as the leather slipped easily through the loops that lined the waist of his jeans. It slipped a little too easily.

“Hmm?” Came the unwanted response.

Kris started to feel a little suspicious at the forwardness of Jongin. It was unusual. But he couldn’t help feel the rush every time Jongin touched him. It was driving him crazy that he was actually listening to Jongin and doing nothing about it.

But when has he ever not followed his secretary’s instructions?

Thud

Jongin dropped the belt to the floor and leant in closer to his boss’s chin. Kris could smell the slightly musk undertones of his assistant’s aftershave and coffee. That damn coffee that was supposed to be drunk by him, right now.

“You look thirsty,” spoke Jongin softly directly in Kris’s ear. “Would you like a drink?”

‘No, No, No!’ screamed Kris on the inside. He nodded his head up and down suddenly craving a refreshment.

Jongin stepped in closer. His foot stepped around Kris’s matte black shoes. His hand brushed over the top of Kris's exposed hip. The glass chinked as Jongin's platinum thumb ring made contact. Feeling pleased Jongin pulled himself back. Kris's lips parted, waiting for the cool glass to slip between. Instead Jongin brought the cup to his own lips, the liquid filling his mouth.

Jongin stepped in closer. His foot slipped between Kris's. He didn’t swallow the mouthful. His fingers clasped under the larger’s chin and cheek, pulling Kris's lips to his. Slowly, he released the clear liquid.


Kris could feel the liquid running down from the corner of his lips but all he wanted to do was to return the favour. Kris ran his tongue over his lips trying to catch the missing drops. He placed his left hand behind Jongin’s ear, chin reaching outwards. Their lips touched again.

Jongin's hand clasped over Kris’s. He pulled them from his face and placed them by Kris’s side. Jongin stepped his entire body closer, slipping his fingers below Kris’s tailor-made pants.

“You’re wearing nice underwear.”

Kris had never felt more embarrassed that he decided to wear underwear that day.

Jongin slid his hand further inside. A stifled moan escaped Kris’s throat. Jongin smiled, he wanted to finish what he started. His thumb circled over the fastener. He slipped his hand from Kris’s black pants and brought the glass up to Kris's mouth. He lifted the crystal upwards letting the clear liquid run out of the container and between Kris’s lips. Jongin lowered the glass after two seconds to let Kris swallow his mouthful and raised it again. Jongin’s other thumb pressed the plastic button through its place. Kris coughed slightly.

Once Kris had finished with his mouthful, Jongin slid in closer until there was no space between their bodies. He let his lips brush softly over his boss’s pristine skin as his tanned fingers intertwined with Kris’s. Jongin lifted his right hand and twisted it to rub against the bulge in his dark grey pants. Kris’s eyes widened.

“It’s not what you think,”Jongin laughed, untangling his fingers and slipping them into the pocket. “I chose this for you.” Jongin lifted a bottle of strawberry lubricant into Kris’s eye line, “I’m not oblivious to your preferences, and I just wanted to see what would happen, like an experiment of sorts.” As he finished his comment, Jongin slid it back into his pocket.

Jongin wrapped his long fingers around his boss’s tendinous wrist. As he softly circled his thumb over Kris’s skin, Jongin led it up, coming to a rest on the first button of his well fitted dark grey vest. He smiled slyly, “Boss, could you help me with this?”

Kris’s instinct started to overcome him. He instantly pressed his thumb over the shiny circle and slid it out. Jongin lead the wrist lower.

“And this too.”

Naturally Kris was all too willing to be of aid to his assistant. Jongin continued until all of the buttons of his vest came undone. Jongin turned around, holding his arms slightly back, waiting for his boss to take the initiative.

“And this,” Jongin repeated. The assistant turned his chin to the right, heavily accentuating the sharp angles of his strong profile. Kris felt a burning inside of him. A lust that could only be contained with his secretary out of room. But somehow Kris couldn’t link the words from the language centre to his tongue. Deep down he felt that wanted to satisfy it. No, he needed to satisfy it. Maybe this was what he had wanted all along.

Kris reached out, grasping the sleeves of Jongin’s jacket, sliding the thick fabric down. Without turning, he placed it on the clear desk behind his waist. Then his hands slid up the back Jongin’s vest, feeling the grainy texture beneath. Both thumbs deeply pressed into the surface between the spine and the two shoulder blades. His large palm clasp over his assistant’s broad shoulders. They were slightly narrow that he had imagined, but also wider in the certain places. His fingers slipped over the collared fabric and under to the satin lining. Attempting to control his urge to rip the layers of fabric off, Kris grasped the stiff fabric until he felt its creases against his palms. Then he slowly pulled both hands back still holding the fabric. He placed the vest on top of the jacket.

Jongin’s dark fingers clasped over his thin tie and pulled the half-Windsor knot downward. He kept pulling until his neck was completely free of the smooth black fabric and dropped it to the soft carpet beneath. He rolled his weight forward appreciating the thick surface below.

Kris unable to contain his hunger, wrapped his arms around Jongin’s waist. He pressed his bare chest against the smaller’s light blue shirt. His hands snaked under Jongin’s arms as he hugged his assistant tightly. He could smell the musky aftershave, the laundromats starching agent, the tea-tree shampoo. Kris’s fingers explored all of the stiff fabric beneath, searching for something.

Cold. Round. Plastic.

Kris counted each of the sky blue fastenings as his fingers slipped each one out, “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.” Steadily he pulled the hem of the blue shirt up and out from Jongin’s pants. As Kris brushed his fingers along the surface of his assistant’s tanned skin, he wrapped his hands further around, squeezing their bodies even tighter. He buried his face into the smaller’s shoulder and neck. His lips pressed deeply against the warm skin beneath. He could feel the throbbing of the blood vessels beneath the surface. Instinctively, Kris slid the shirt over the taught skin beneath, lifting his lips only to allow for the thick collar to slide under.

Keeping everything still, Jongin turned his chin to look directly at the top of his boss’s slick hair. Smiled. He gently undid the buttons on the cuffs and slipped his arms out from his fitted, crisply dry-cleaned shirt. It hung, creasing, suspended, unable to fall to gravity's will. Jongin could feel the pounding of Kris's heart against his back. This boss's warm breath against his skin. The blood rushing to the surface every time the larger brushed his pale digits over his skin.

Kris ran the tip of his nose from the corner of Jongin's chin, down the side of his neck, to the edge of his shoulder, inhaling the soft undertone, caressing the surprisingly supple skin. Then lifting his nose away only to gently circling his chin over the protruding bulges made by the shoulder joint. His fingers toyed the toned muscles covering his assistant’s torso, craving for more intimacy.

Jongin felt his weight shifting backwards. He shuffled his feet closer to his boss. Suddenly he was forced to spin around. His feet took three steps circling back on himself. His hands raised themselves instinctively bracing for inevitable crash. The space between his and Kris's body opened slightly letting his shirt fall and tangle under round their ankles. Jongin's shoulders locked as his palms made contact with the desk top. He felt Kris falling against his body. Jongin's feet slipped from their already shaky position.

Crash! Jongin's back slammed against the sharp corner of the hard table top.

'Omph' Jongin became momentarily winded as Kris's large body fell heavily on top.

This was going to hurt in the morning. Kris continued to slide down. He tried stepping, attempting to grip the soft carpet beneath his smooth soles, but to no avail. Each step slid him a little bit further away and a tad closer to lying face first in the floor. Jongin too, felt himself bucking under the shifting mass on top. He tried to dig his heels into the ground, but couldn't.

'Smack' the back of Jongin's head hit the side of the desk. This was not the first time that Jongin had silently cursed his boss, but it was the first with the said other in such close proximity. Jongin raised his hand up to rub the swelling area. Kris's bare chest pressed up against his abdomen. Jongin shifted his upper thigh, rubbing it against Kris's exposed groin. He could feel the erection growing.

Jongin raised his hand, momentarily tapping his fingers over the desktop, searching. Then smiled remembering it was still in his pocket. Jongin placed his hands over Kris's broad shoulders and pushed the larger backwards. Shakily, Kris slid back onto his knees. Jongin pulled his legs back, rising up to be eye line and kept walking his hands closer to Kris, around his things, right up so that his nose could press against Kris's neck.

Flexing his biceps he held his torso over his boss, while inhaling the freshly applied bergamot top notes of Kris's cologne. Jongin breathed in again, the cinnamon and clove was starting to develop. Delicious Jongin hardened his core as he shifted his weight to one side. He lifted his hand off the floor, slipping his fingers into his pocket.

Jongin pressed his lips over the throbbing artery in Kris's neck. He parted his lips a little letting his tongue snake out, before using all of the pressure in his lungs, exploding all of the tiny blood vessels littering the space under the skin.

Kris's fingers pulled at the fibres under his palms. Waiting for what his assistant had in mind. Jongin sat back and placed the bottle on Kris's lamp. He stood up and walked away. Kris looked down at the weight rolling off his crotch. He picked it up, admiring its potential.

Jongin had always admired the view from the fifteenth floor. Even though this was not a corner office, its large window filled the entire length of the office with no supporting beams. Jongin loosely held out his hand, brushing it against the clear surface, imagining that he was walking on a beam. He could see the bustling street below, the greyish pollution lingering in the heavens, the tall buildings stretching as far a the eye could see, green hills that could be called mountains mixed into the distance. He could almost hear the engines revving, the green lights beeping, horns tooting, the general noise of the people. He closed his eyes imagining feeling the stale slightly polluted city air surround him.

Kris walked up behind Jongin, as noiselessly as one could with leather soles and soft carpet. In his hand he held the cylindrical plastic tube and a single blue plastic square. He placed them on the small single person coffee table next to where Jongin had stopped. The place Kris had originally intended to take his break.

The smaller turned around holding out a tanned hand. Kris shrugged his shoulders. Jongin looked to the coffee table. He leant over gripped the bottle, then stopped. Jongin instead turned the bottle over and popped the lid. He squeezed a little of the thick liquid onto the tip of his finger and stood back up. He ran the moist digit in front of Kris's face, under Kris's nose, almost touching Kris's lips until the larger pounced, sealing the contents of what Jongin was enticing inside his mouth.

Smoothly Jongin used his free hand to swiftly unzip what was left holding up his boss's trousers. Kris placed his arms around Jongin trapping his assistant between his shoulders. Kris stepped out of his black pressed pants, bringing his hips closer. Jongin made quick work out of his dark grey pants and underwear, using his toes to latch over the thick fabric hanging them messily over the armrest. He squeezed a small amount of lubricant onto the length of his entire index finger.

Kris watched as his secretary wrapped the moist finger around the hip. He watched the pleasure rising in Jongin’s eyes as he slid the digit inside. Kris wanted to try. No. He needed to try. Kris clasped his hand over Jongin’s and the plastic container, squeezing it some of its contents onto his own fingers. Kris let go of Jongin and pulled the smaller’s waist closer. Kris wrapped his arm around Jongin’s hips, brushing the back of his hand over the warm surface. Jongin stepped forward, wishing to feel Kris’s pale skin over his dark one. To feel the larger’s shaky breath over his shoulder. To grind his erection against Kris’s.

Slowly Kris’s fingers walked over Jongin’s muscular buttocks. He avoided making eye contact as Jongin created friction between his bare penis and Kris’s underwear. He slowly slid his index finger into the warm cavern, deep into Jongin’s body. His skin ached beneath the smaller’s nails as they dug into the skin below, dragging themselves along the surface as Jongin’s fingers formed compact balls over the surface. Kris could feel the tight muscle accepting his long digit, but refusing to let it go any further. Then contracting, pushing him out again. He felt the tension lift off his skin as Jongin’s nails recoiled and relaxed.

“Again.” Jongin changed his grip to clasp over the sensitive tendons lining the back of Kris’s legs, attaching Kris’s hamstrings to the pelvis bone.

Kris circled his finger three times around the entrance before sliding inside. He gasped as Jongin’s fingers stabbed into his skin. Jongin applied more pressure to his fingers. Kris pushed his long digit deeper than before. He could feel the pounding of Jongin’s blood rushing through his body. The rings of muscles coiled firmly around the foreign object. Jongin angled his hips closer to Kris’s groin, forcing Kris’s finger away. Kris slid in a second finger as soon as he felt the tip of the first one reaching the cool air.

Jongin’s shoulders arched towards the crisp white ceiling as Kris’s fingers spread as wide as Jongin’s tight muscles would let. The cool lubricant eased Kris deep inside, but not as far as Jongin wanted. Kris’s fingers recoiled smoothly, continuing to maintain the strong outward pressure over the constrictive surface. Jongin could feel the muscles loosening on the third and fourth time Kris’s long fingers slid deep inside his core. His pelvis grinded heavily against the fabric still around Kris’s waist. He could easily feel the throbbing under the surface growing stronger the harder the bulge became. His fingers had released the larger’s skin now tugging, teasing and plucking the elastic fabric.

Jongin felt his cavity being forced to expand further and wider each time Kris's digits ran past. The blood that was racing throughout his body began to pull in one area. Jongin wondered if the same was happening to Kris.

Kris slipped a third finger inside to join the other two. Jongin's triceps involuntarily contracted taking Kris's underwear down as they straightened. Jongin pressed his bare body against Kris's entirely naked one. He rubbed against the soft citrus top notes that covered Kris's body. His lips rubbed over his bosses well developed chest. Jongin wrapped his arms tightly around Kris's broad chest, trying to get as close as possible.

Jongin felt Kris's erection, now free in the open air, rubbing against his pelvis. Jongin angled his hips closer, squeezing the throbbing surface between the warm bodies. The breath against his neck suddenly changed.

Kris placed his broad hands over Jongin's hips. Kris slightly bent straightened his knees to rub his now pounding member over Jongin's. Kris contracted his left hand and pushed away Jongin's left side, turning his secretary around.

Jongin hear the ripping of the blue plastic, the rolling of the moist latex, he placed his palms on the glass. Kris's hands wrapped naturally around Jongin's waist, as the very tip of his penis circled around the entrance. Jongin felt a rush each time the other completed a rotation.

Kris shyly entered only his tip inside. Then pulled it back. He slid his hands lower, to rest over Jongin's hips. Kris entered the tip inside, as Jongin pushed back sliding more of the shaft inside. The pressure around Kris's penis was loosening the longer he remained. Kris pulled out again. His fingers had found their way to Jongin's groin. Kris slid in.

Judging from the cool air around his buttocks Jongin judged that it was about half of his boss was now inside. Even though his muscles had been stretched and warmed, his boss was even bigger that he had imagined. Jongin felt Kris pulling back, but not all the way. Kris slid in deeper again. Jongin felt the entire passageway screaming as they were forced to stretch even wider. His sweaty palms slipped on the smooth glass, almost hitting his forehead on the surface. Kris pulled himself half off and then slid back to the same distance again. He backed out all the way, to circle around the entrance. Kris entered just the tip again, pulling it out, then the tip again, pulling it out. Then Kris slid his entire member into Jongin.

Slowly.

Jongin moaned for the first time in Kris's presence. Kris pulled himself halfway out. Simultaneously Kris slid towards Jongin, as the smaller thrust backwards, slamming their thighs together. Kris pulled himself out. Jongin started to pick up on his bosses rhythm, balancing his weight and repositioning his hips to increase flow and build up the momentum.

Kris started picking up speed. His lungs craved for relief as the muscles in his lower body worked overtime. Jongin found it easy to follow his boss’s methods. Slow out, fast in, slow out, fast in.

Then Kris began to get faster. And harder. More forceful. Deeper. Jongin's shoulders rolled back in pleasure. The sound of slapping thighs and deep grunts were the sound of music to his ears. Kris was no longer taking care or control, he was letting his instincts take over. Something that made him good at his job.

Kris felt the pulsating of Jongin's prostate as he ran his cock past. The contractions around his member were becoming tighter and closer together in timing. The pressure along his own member was becoming unbearable. Kris pullled Jongin's hips as close as possible, and putting three deep thrusts, into Jongin without pulling out.

Jongin grinded his backside over Kris's groin as Kris expelled and emptied the contents of his erection into the condom, still deep inside Jongin.


Kris stepped back then to the side. Jongin pulled up his underwear and pants in one sweep. He turned his head to look at Kris. The larger's hands were clenched on the window. Jongin felt pleased. Kris was panting as the remnants of his erection slowly melted away. There were a few drops of sweat forming in the corners of his forehead. Jongin turned away from the view, while fastening his pants. He walked over to where his blue shirt lay crumpled and discarded on the floor. He bent over, picking it up and giving it five shakes. It was a little wrinkled, but overall was wearable. Jongin looked around for his waistcoat and jacket left long discarded but apparently not forgotten like the shirt. They were laid out flat on the empty workspace. How very perfectionist of his boss. Kris needed a reward.

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The next day, someone knocked on the door. Kris looked down at his Rolex, three. Kris's breath started to race. He couldn't look up, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't speak. He heard the door opening and someone walking in. They softly placed a porcelain cup on the desk. Black shoes. They turned and the door closed again. Kris looked up. Empty. He looked at the cup, coffee. Gag.

The second day, at three, Kris coughed an enter, but still didn't look up to see who was entering. Clink, the cup on the wooden surface. Brown shoes today. “You should drink this today,” spoke the voice. Click the door closing. The steam rose from the cup. Coffee. Kris gagged but drank the entire cup in one large gulp. Terrible.

The third day, the knock came at three. Kris steadied his breath and cleared his throat. “Enter.” Today he was going to talk to his secretary. There was important information he had to share. Kris looked away from the computer screen. Jongin walked in holding a black tray. He started walking over to the deeply stained desk.

“Tomorrow,” Kris began as he closed the document on his screen, “I will be meeting a client in the afternoon and it may go until evening.” He looked over at Jongin.

The assistant smiled and chucked. Of course this mind reader knew that

“I will be leaving around 3 so you don't need to bring this warm, brown beverage.”

Jongin placed the cup on the table top, “It's called a coffee.”

“Whatever,” Kris waved his hand, gesturing for the other to leave.

Jongin's fingers drummed the black tray, “I think I would like to assist you at this meeting tomorrow.”

Kris shook his head, “If that pleases you, I will be leaving at three fifteen.”

Feeling pleased, Jongin turned and left the office silently.

–

At 3:15 exactly Kris left his office he sliding his arms through his the sleeves of dark grey jacket. The satin lining felt cool against his fingers. Kim Jongin was already by the elevators, speaking to the floor receptionist. Kris couldn't read lips but they were both smiling. The woman giggled and then twirled her pen. Kris began walking over where the two were.

The elevator doors opened behind Jongin looked over to Kris's office, then to his boss walking closer. He moved his head towards the direction of the elevator and smiled cheekily. Then turned and stepped inside. Kris steadied his breath and clenched his fists.

“I'll leave it to you then,” he waved to the floor receptionist, still giggling.

Jongin leant over and took the black leather portfolio bag out of his bosses hand and held it with his own, as Kris stepped into the metal box. The doors closed.

“Leave what?” Kris cringed at his jealous sounding question.

“The phones and messages.” Jongin placed the cases on the floor, resting them against his leg.

“Oh right.”

“I think you should drive today.”

Kris was a little confused, but silently nodded in agreement with his assistant. He crossed his arms and rested his head against the reflective wall.

Jongin and Kris stood on either sides of the elevator, listening to the calming classical piano riff. Kris casually gazed at the reflection of his assistant in the mirrored surface. Jongin was strumming with his fingers against the black trousers.

Curious, Kris coughed and turned his eyes to look, “What song?”

“Hmm?” Jongin looked over at his boss, still moving his fingers.

Kris uncrossed his arm and waved two fingers at Jongin's dancing digits.

“Happiness by Red Velvet, I was listening it to it this morning, but I was also sleeping.”

“So it really went deep into the subconscious.”

“I guess you could say that.”

Silence again. Kris almost sighed in relief when the doors opened on the basement parking lot.

Jongin lead the way towards the black hybrid BMW sports car. He stood outside the car waiting patiently as Kris took off his tailor-made dark grey jacket and hang it on the coat hanger behind the driver's seat. Then Jongin carefully placed the bags at the place where his feet would be going and started to undo the buttons of his own tailor-made jacket. Once the three buttons had been unfastened he slid the deep blue checked item off his shoulders. Jongin leant into the passenger side and hung his clothes over the back. He slid into the passenger's seat and closed the door.

Kris pressed the start button and smiled when he felt the car start to vibrate. He calmly eased out of the parking space and out onto the road. Jongin watched as his boss displayed ease and patience while driving in the busy traffic.

“What time is the meeting?” Jongin smiled and unbuttoned the clear buttons fastened at his wrist.

“You don't know?” Kris flicked on the indicator.

“I was just asking to see if you knew?” He folded the cuff over.

“4.” Kris turned the wheel smoothly.

“How long will it take to get there?” Jongin folded the sleeve over on itself exposing his tanned forearms.

“Ah,” Kris scanned the traffic around, “twenty minutes.”

“Where are we going?” Jongin rolled the starchy fabric over one more time.

“Why all the questions?” Kris angrily looked at his secretary.

“Just felt like making conversation.” Jongin smiled and took off his black metal watch.

Kris clicked on the radio, “Listen to music.”

“Don't want to.”

'Click' Jongin switched off the music.

“Then read over my analysis and notes.” Kris waved his hand at the brief cases at Jongin's feet, “tell me about them.”

“Don't want to.” 'Thud' Jongin's hard leather made contact with the soft leather of the bag.

“You are sounding like a child!” Kris stopped smoothly at the red light, “What do you want to do?” Kris looked at his secretary.

“You.”

Kris stared at Jongin.

“The light is green now.” Jongin twisted his hips slightly and slid the time keeper into his trouser pocket.

Kris looked back to the road and pressed on the accelerator.

Jongin's hand started casually at Kris's knee. He gently massaged the strong muscle beneath. Kris kept looking from the road to Jongin and back to the road again. Jongin kept his focus on the street in front. He slowly moved it, pressing and stroking the firm muscle beneath.

After three blocks Jongin's palm had made it to the intended destination. He teased the black shirt from its tucked in position, resting the back of his hand over the dark grey crotch. He could already feel the large bulge forming under the fabric. He slipped his fingers into the slit in the dark grey pants, and slid down the metal zip. Gliding his slender fingers into the gap, he wrapped his hand over Kris's throbbing member.

Kris groaned. He pressed his foot down heavily on the brake, forcing the car to stop suddenly. He was already panting. Jongin was surprised that his boss could focus so well on driving and casually removed his hand. Kris put his foot back on the accelerator and slowly started moving the vehicle again.

Jongin leant forward and unclipped his case, popping the lid of something inside. Strawberry.

Kris inhaled the sweet intoxicating scent.

Jongin knew that it was time to continue, “Just focus on the driving, I will do the rest.” Jongin's fingers delicately undid the side button and metal clip. The top of Kris's trousers opened wider.

“Jongin...”

The assistant popped the lid again and squeezed a little onto his palm. He closed his fingers over the pool.

Kris jumped in his seat.

“Focus on the road.”

Jongin's palm ran over his boss’s extremely throbbing penis. The strawberry lubricant warmed to skin temperature as it was spread. Jongin delicately strummed his fingers over the erected surface. He played a tune with his fingers as he hummed.

Kris panted “Ice cream?” He looked over at his assistant.

Jongin smiled as he continued to focus on the road, “Just can't get it out of my head.” He clasped his palm firmly at the base of the thick shaft and glided it to the tip. Appreciating the feeling of the lubricant oozing between his fingers, listening to the squelch.

Kris moaned.

Jongin circled his thumb around the wrinkle separating the dark and light skin. His nail dug into the opening at the very peak and pulled it out. He could feel the pulse beneath becoming more erratic and fast. He rubbed his palm down to the base again. Jongin's long fingers tickled the wrinkled skin trapped under the erection. He twisted his wrist to flatten his entire palm over one side of the throbbing penis.

Shakily Kris turned the wheel. “I'm about to turn into the parking lot, could you....”

Jongin took his hand off Kris and used a tissue from the glove box, “That was faster than twenty minutes.”

Even before the engine stopped, Jongin unfastened his seatbelt. He leant over to the driver’s side. Using his freshly lubricated hand he slid the front of his boss's underwear down and placed his lips over the dark skin. Slowly he slid his lips over the pulsating shaft.

His palm raced his lips down the pale skin as Kris's breathing once again quickened, lubricating the skin in a sweet strawberry flavour. Jongin lifted his lips to slide the very tip of his tongue at the slit on the very tip. His fingers delicately played with the wrinkled sacks beneath, occasionally twisting the coarse dark hairs. His tongue circled the fold separating the two tones.

Kris wrapped his large hands around the back of Jongin's head. He pushed his assistant's face down as his hips instinctively lifted off the black seat. Jongin wrapped his hands over his boss's thighs and pressed his tongue down. Kris lead Jongin's head, bobbing it up and down in a rhythmic pattern with his thrusting hips, occasionally pausing for breaths.

Kris pushed his hips into Jongin's mouth and released.

Jongin lifted his head and pulled a handkerchief from his vest pocket. Wiped the corner of his lips and handed it to his boss. Kris ignored the waving, sitting there panting. He ran his fingers back through his hair, ruffing up the loose pieces.

“Unless you want me to keep going?”

Kris looked at his secretary, to the waving handkerchief and then to his erection. He took the fabric. Jongin opened the passenger door and stepped out. He unfolded the white sleeves and took his jacket off from its makeshift hanger.

Jongin bent back into the car and rummaged through his briefcase. He got out a packet of wet wiped and left it on the passenger’s seat. “I'm going to greet the client now and take drink orders. You should take your time. It's not four yet.”

–

The meeting was a success, a big commission was expected this month. Kris said those magic words to make the clients happy and flashed a rare dazzling 'fake' smile. Jongin too. His assistant wowed them with his sweet talk and appearance. Kris knew that he was going to need to give an extra bonus this year.

Kris looked down at his watch, “It's too late to go back to the office, where would you like me to drop you?”

Jongin wasn't in hearing distance he had already walked off to the direction of the parking garage. Kris followed behind waiting for the chance to repeat the question.

Once at the BMW Jongin, opened the passenger door, he waved his hand gesturing his boss to come closer. He gently undid the buttons to Kris's suit and folded it over his arm and held out his hand, “Key. You should sleep, you look tired.”

Kris lipped his hand into his pocket and passed the key over. He slid down into the passenger seat. Jongin closed the door gently and walked around the front of the dark car. Jongin hung the jacket on the hanger, placed his over the back of the seat and the brief cases between the front seats and the boot.

Jongin eased the car out of the bay and turned towards Kris's apartment. He waited until he was almost five minutes from Kris's apartment before breaking the comfortable silence, “Do you want to?”

Kris suddenly snapped awake, “Hmm?”

“Try it again?” Indicator on.

“Try what?” Kris rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand.

“My present.” Jongin turned the car into the underground parking lot of his boss's apartment.

Kris scratched his scalp.

“I think you should,” Jongin smoothly reversed the black BMW into the empty space. “When we go upstairs I should get you a glass of water.” He leaned over to pick up the black leather brief cases. Jongin opened the door and stepped out. His long arm reached inside to slide out the jackets. He looked at the passenger’s seat, “You look thirsty.” He stood up, and folded the free clothing over his forearm.

Before Kris could process all of the day's events, his assistant was already at the glass doorway to the elevator. By the time Kris had caught up with Jongin, the secretary was in the kitchen of his very minimalist apartment with a glass of water in his hand.

"I think you should try this again." Jongin places the glass softly against the marble counter top.

Try what exactly

Jongin squirted a little blob from a plastic container onto his finger. He walked over to where Kris was standing in the open space and slipped it between Kris's lips

Strawberry! Kris's eyes lit up.

Jongin lent in closer, he exhaled warm air around his boss’s ear, "It would taste better with a little cream.”

Jongin slipped the lubricant in Kris's trouser pocket. He gently grasped his boss by the wrists and lead his to bar / cabinet / divider marking the walkway between the two halves of the common area.

Once he felt the hard pressure against his back, Jongin released the cloth his hands were gently wrapped around. Jongin looked up at his boss, and smirked a toothless grin. He raised his hands and started to slide the dark buttons out from their restraints.

Kris continued to look at his assistant's face. He could see Jongin's shoulders rotating and his upper arm changing position as each one was released, trying to remember how many buttons were on a tailored vest.

Jongin lifted his hands up and pulled at the dark grey knot around his neck. He ran his tanned finger back around the rim of his collar and then forward again. He slid the vest off his shoulders and let it fall to the counter top. He lifted his hand and slid the silk neck tie off over his head. Then his fingers started to work their way unfastening the opaque white buttons of his tightly fitting dress-shirt. He could hear his boss's breath becoming more erratic and louder as each button came undone. Jongin pulled the crisp shirt from the waist of his black trousers, letting the stiff fabric hang loosely over his legs.

Jongin reached out, sliding the tips of his fingers between the black and dark grey. He pulled Kris's waist closer. Once at the desired location, Jongin pressed his hand around the waist to the pocket. He slipped two fingers and his thumb into the dark pouch, pulling out the strawberry scented lubricant.

He reached his other hand and placed it over Kris's shoulder. He clasped his long digits softly and ran his palm down the patterned fabric to the wrist. Jongin turned Kris's hand so the palm was facing the white ceiling. Jongin placed the plastic bottle in his boss's hand.

“It tastes better with a little creamier texture.” Jongin placed his own hand over the waist of his dark pants and began to unbuckle the leather belt around his waist. Then pushed the black button free from its slit.

Jongin cupped both hands loosely over Kris's shoulders, feeling the larger shaking beneath. He smiled a dazzling smile as he pressed down forcing his boss to buckle his knees, bringing their eye sight in line. He raised a hand delicately running his fingers through Kris's styled hair. He rubbed a few of the strands, admiring the softness between his fingers before lifting them up and returning his palm back onto the larger's shoulder. Jongin placed more weight over Kris lowering the larger onto his knees.


Kris stifled a cough as his body followed the will of his secretary. He continued to peer into Jongin's eyes, trying to read his next move. The smaller shifted his feet slightly drawing the larger's attention from his face lower.

It worked. Kris swallowed.

Jongin took his tanned hands off Kris’s broad shoulders and placing them on the metal zipper barely holding his blue trousers around his waist.

Kris shakily lifted his hand up, placing it over Jongin’s, “Let me,” he spoke as if he wasn’t ready, but willing to take the leap. Jongin released the cool metal from between his thumb and index finger, allowing his boss to take the initiative.

Jongin placed his hands on the cool marble table top behind, appreciating the feeling of his eyelashes fluttering over his cheekbones, basking in the dimly lit open space.

Kris slowly unzipped down, containing the shaking from his wrists. Jongin looked at the top of his boss’s head. The thick fabric dropped quickly to the floor. Jongin stepped out of the fabric and kicked it softly to the side. He ran his back fingers through Kris’s styled hair, then around the top of the black elastic still around his waist. He angled his hips forward slightly, swaying to a melancholy rhythm, feeling Kris's cracked lips feathering over his skin. He enjoyed the feeling of his starchy edges of his shirt brushing over his exposed legs with each slight motion.

Kris wrapped his hands over Jongin’s bare ankles. He slid his palms upwards, appreciating the feel of the soft hairs covering Jongin’s tanned skin, the strong muscles developed over years of dedication, sinewy tendons holding muscles to bone.

Jongin instinctively bent his knees, protecting the ticklish skin as Kris’s fingers gingerly touched them. Kris stopped there and circled his fingers once more before continuing upwards. Kris felt the texture beneath his fingers change. He slipped his fingers under the cottony fibers, tugging at the seam. Tugging the clothing lower over Jongin's hips.

Kris suddenly remembered the cylindrical container in his pocket. He longed for the sweet taste to race through his blood stream. For the smell to rush to his lungs. Instinctively he pulled Jongin's wrist close to his face. He squeezed the tiniest amount onto the tip of Jongin's fingertip, placing his lips over. Jongin teased one more finger at the entrance. Kris parted, letting the finger slide in to join the other.

Jongin pulled his digits back while bending over. He placed his lips over Kris's so they were just touching. He whispers again, “It tastes better with a little cream,” while pulling the lubricant from Kris's hold.

Jongin felt that it was time to give Kris what he really wanted. He slipped his underwear over the widest part of his hips, letting gravity do the rest. Jongin squeezed a little of the thick liquid onto his fingers. He pulled himself away of Kris's mouth, running his moist fingers around the furthest wrinkle. Jongin could hear Kris's loud breathing, as his lungs tried to catch up to his muscles craving. He gently teased the very tip of his penis into Kris's loosely held lips.

With the hint of strawberry teasing his scent and taste buds, Kris loosened his jaw and let Jongin enter then exit. He wanted to try more. He held out his hands waiting for the bottle. Jongin passed it over quickly. Kris squeezed a little more on his finger and drew one straight line down Jongin's erection. Kris ran his long tongue over the moist trail. More. Kris squeezed more lubricant, this time into his palm. He spread is out, evenly covering the furthest third of Jongin's penis.

Jongin grasped Kris's wrist and pulled is closer to his core. Then haphazardly, with a flick of his wrist led Kris's fingers and the lubricant over the entire length of his member. Then letting go of Kris's wrist Jongin ran the very tip of his erection around Kris's dark lips.

Kris couldn't take the intoxicating smell of his favourite flavour. His lips parted and Jongin entered. This time Jongin pushed in further. “I want you to suck it.” Kris placed his lips firmly over the slightly throbbing cock inhaling the artificial flavour right off the skin.

Jongin twisted Kris's hair as he thrust himself further inside Kris's moist cavern. Kris gladly accepted the fresh offering, letting his taste buds lead the way. Jongin pulled himself back, against the pressure inside. Kris was not willing to let go easily.

Suddenly Jongin jerked his hips forward, the deepest push so far. Kris gagged at the force at which the erection banged up against the back of his palate, pulling his head away. Jongin took Kris's wrist again, turning it palm upwards. Another pool of lubricant was oozed onto the surface. Kris wrapped his hand over Jongin's penis and rubbed down the entire length. He squeezed a little harder than last time, moving a little a faster. He could feel a pounding that wasn't there before.

Kris released the shaft from his grip, moving his lips to press heavily against the dark surface. His tongue poked out ready to lick up all of the moisture. He circled the fold separating the two shades of colour, sliding the tip as deep as it could go. Jongin grabbed Kris's strong hair follicles in two big clumps, pushing Kris's head closer to his center.

As soon as the slightest tip of Jongin passed between Kris's lips, the larger, flattened his tongue and emptied his lungs. Jongin thrust lightly and pulled back, then once again, waiting for Kris to take over. He pulled the hairs tighter around his fingers. “Harder,” Jongin demanded.

Kris cupped his hands behind Jongin's muscular thighs, sinking his nails into the skin. He slid his mouth further over Jongin's pulsating member, then back out again. Continuing this gradually building up the pressure in his lungs and the speed of the action.

Jongin let go of Kris's hair and took hold of the cartilage of his ears, driving deeper into the high pressure cave each time his hips angled forward. Jongin felt the blood racing through his body and his lungs ached. He was ready for one final set. Jongin dragged around of Kris's hands, leaving a stinging trail along his upper thigh. He pushed the semi-clenched fist, under its owners chin. He felt his ball sack being tickled and softly squeezed underneath. Jongin placed his hand behind Kris's head and pushed it forward as fast as he could, then released it. Jongin knotted his fingers and looked towards the ceiling.

Kris was not as nearly neat as Jongin. He only managed to swallow half, where the rest was spat out on the floor, on Jongin's legs, and running down the corner of Kris's mouth.

Still with a noticeable but subsiding erection Jongin bent over and pulled up his briefs, “I'm going to take a shower in the second on suite. You take yours in your room.” Jongin lent over and picked his trousers from the ground.

With the steam rising in both bathrooms, Kris started to wonder why Jongin had started this. Was it really just an experiment or what? Yes this was Kim Jongin, personal assistant from the gods, a secretary who could anticipate perfectly. Deep down, is this I really wanted? Kris questioned. Maybe. Maybe not.

Kris wrapped a clean towel snugly around his waist and moved out into the large walk-in wardrobe. He spied his only thin black tie, a present from an ex. Suddenly he began to feel hot remembering the last time Jongin wore his black tie.

Curiosity grew. What if the rumors that Joonmyun had gossiped were true? On the spur of the moment, Kris picked up the silk tie and strode across his minimalist apartment.

Jongin had a towel over his shoulder, as he casually dried his hair in the mirror. He heard a noise, then a cough. He smiled, Kris was standing in the doorway, with a white towel around his waist. Something black was in his hand.

Kris clasped his large hand over his assistant’s wrist, pulling him in the direction of the guest bed. Jongin’s towel dropped to the ground as he was flung across the bed, with an arm anchored by his boss. Kris wrapped the dark tie around Jongin’s wrist and led it over to the headboard. He twisted it around the frame before pulling the other wrist to meet the other, knotting them both in place. Jongin lay naked over the silky cover, he looked up at the white ceiling as he tensed his shoulders, moving to a more comfortable prone position.

Kris turned and walked away, returning moments later with the lubricant and a fresh collection of blue wrapped condoms. Jongin smiled. Those were from the collection that he left on his boss’s desk a couple of days ago.

Kris put his hands around Jongin’s waist, slowly lowering himself over the smaller. He could smell the soap Jongin had used only moments ago. He could see the droplets of water that Jongin had missed once exiting the shower. He licked his lips before tracing the outline of Jongin’s muscular abdomen, coming to a pause just below the navel. Kris pushed himself up. His hands grasped over the side of Jongin’s hips. He flipped the smaller’s body in one single motion, crossing the silk tied around the headboard. Kris shifted his weight further to sit on his knees. He ticked the sensitive surface, right behind Jongin’s knees, suggesting to the other he should do the same.

Jongin sat up easily, quietly admiring the handy work of the restraints. He heard a popping sound from behind and inhaled the sweet strawberry scent that had been taking up a lot of his time today. He heard the oozing of the liquid being squeezed out of its container, then feeling the slight movement of the duvet as the small container was placed to one side, followed by a large weight being shifted closer. Jongin felt his eyelashes fluttering against the other side as Kris slipped a finger inside his body. His body contracted against this foreign object but never tried to halt its movement.

Kris pressed his wide hand over Jongin’s back, angling the smaller slightly forward. He crawled his knees closer.

Jongin rested his chin softly on the back of his hands. Kris had pulled both hands away from him. Then he heard more of the lubricant being spread. Kris wrapped one arm around Jongin’s warm body, careful not to touch the surface with his palm and inserted two long fingers into Jongin. Jongin’s chest and neck arched back, taking his view to the corner where the ceiling and the wall meet.

Kris slid his forearm down Jongin’s stomach wrapping his palm over the base of Jongin’s hardening penis. Kris pulled his fingers out from inside and gently started to circle the entrance. He slid in three digits, this time trying to spread the passage way as wide and as quickly as possible. He forced them as far apart as his strength could manage.

Jongin’s member fully hardened in Kris’s palm. Kris could feel the slight pounding getting stronger and louder with each time he spread his fingers, every time his palm ran along the length of the shaft. Kris could feel the towel around his waist becoming tighter over his groin.

Kris pulled his hands back to rest on the towel, deciding on the best approached. Jongin curious as to why the stimulation had ceased flipped over to look at the boss directly. Kris was satisfied with this as a starting point.

Kris slid his hands down the back of Jongin’s things, lowering his head down towards Jongin’s erection. Kris lifted his arms up, taking Jongin’s muscular legs with them. Jongin exhaled as he felt the blood leaving his toes. Gravity, it works both ways. The assistant smiled before dropping his shins over Kris’s shoulders, pushing the larger’s neck down. grazing the sensitive over his penis. Jongin lifted his weight just enough for Kris to reposition himself, using the strength of his thighs to assist.

Jongin pressed his weight down over Kris's shoulders, lifting his hips off the mattress. Kris's mouth slid over Jongin's erection, down until the tip grazed the soft part behind his mouth palate. Kris tensed his arms, fighting against the weight on his shoulders, lifting his chest away from his secretary. Jongin too, relaxed his leg muscles slightly letting his lower back bounce the soft surface below. Then wrapped his strong things tighter over his boss's neck, pushing the larger back down.

Kris fought his way, slowly moving up the shaft just to be sent back down. Using all of the strength in his shoulders, Kris was able to press his lips over the very tip of Jongin's erection. He ran his tongue out tasting the creamy liquid that had already escaped from the tip. Kris's body felt drained and shaky, as if he had used up all his strength to get to this point. The larger swallowed a lump of dry saliva as he crawled his knees closer. Trying to take some of the weight off his shoulders.

Jongin smirked, waiting for the other's breath to return. Gently Jongin bounced his waist off the springy surface, sending just the tip inside Kris's oral cavity. His legs wrapped around the larger's neck, but instead of pulling the other down, he used his core strength to lift himself up off the mattress.

Kris had no idea that this was even possible. Jongin began to slide himself smoothly in and out over Kris's mouth, with a simple contraction and relaxation of his leg muscles, filling the space with small grunts and moans. Instinctively Kris started to suck at the throbbing shaft thrusting itself in and out of his moist cavern, feeling the tiniest amount of liquid running down the back of his throat.

Jongin pushed himself a little too far down Kris's throat and felt Kris gag a little. As Jongin relaxed he felt the slightest grazing of his boss's perfectly straight teeth against his skin. Jongin moaned loudly. He contracted, forcing himself back inside hoping to get the same results. Kris gagged, and his aligned whites, scraped over the throbbing surface inside.

Intuitively Jongin knew that he needed to finish soon. He could feel the pooling of pressure focusing into one area. Jongin began to increase the intensity, frequency and drive. Kris was alternating between enjoyment of the sweetness, a reflex from the deep force and adrenaline from the speed. Occasionally his teeth would make contact with the erection, only to hear louder grunting and an increase in everything.

Jongin cried out. His chest arched to the ceiling, creating a suspended semi-circle. Kris buckled under the pressure, spilling most of the contents of Jongin's forceful expulsion onto the bed covers beneath. Slowly Jongin lowered is back, down towards the mattress, and a panting Kris.

Before his lower back made it to the soft surface, Kris suddenly went into action. His finger slid deep into Jongin's rear entrance. Jongin's legs tensed over Kris's shoulders. Kris sat up, removing his digit. His hands searched the mattress as far as he could reach. At the very tips he could feel it. Quickly Kris, unwrapped the towel from around his waist and ripped the plastic. Jongin could hear the latex being unrolled covering his bosses large penis.

Jongin felt his hamstrings being stretched, as Kris straightened his torso, crawling his knees closer. The smaller could feel Kris's erection tickling the fatty tissue of his buttocks. Jongin relaxed his legs as they continued to be stretched towards the ceiling the closer Kris came.

Jongin gasped when he felt Kris entering. His muscles had already started their cool down from Kris's first approach. Jongin felt them fighting the thick shaft now entering his body. Kris moaned deeply with the tightness now surrounding his throbbing penis. He had never had held an erection for this long without releasing. He didn't know how long he was going to last, but he was going to go as hard as possible.

Kris's nails dug into the tensed muscles that lined Jongin's abdomen. He felt Jongin's prostate pounding as he swept past, pulling himself half out. Then Kris slammed inside as far as Jongin's position allowed. Still inside, he crawled his knees under Jongin's waist, forcing the smaller's legs to fold over their owner's chest.

Kris drove himself deeper, then pulled himself all the way out. He circled the entrance, readying his breath before entering. He closed his eyes, appreciating the gentle rings of contractions loosening as he slid in. Kris pulled out again. He placed his hand over Jongin's left thigh, wrapping it around his waist and under his arm.

Jongin moaned as his cock was released from its cramped conditions. Kris drove into Jongin with a ferocious approach. Jongin thought his pelvis was broken with the slamming of Kris's hips against them. He saw the concentration on his boss's face, whose entire focus was moving his loins in an inward and outward direction. Jongin could see tiny beads of sweat forming in the corner of Kris's forehead. He looked down at the stinging red trails that lined his abdomen.

Kris's hands grasped the soft muscles covering Jongin's upper things. He pulled his assistant's right leg from its overhead position, to wrap around his other side. Kris clenched his fingers, deep into the surface beneath. Jongin nearly swore from the pain. He felt water rising into his view. Jongin looked up towards the white ceiling.

Kris began to build up his speed, slipping himself halfway out before slamming his groin up to Jongin's pelvis. His chest began to ache. His muscles were ready for the release, but he wasn't. Grunting, Kris thrusted deeper into Jongin, and out again. His sweaty palms almost lost their grip of Jongin's tender thighs. He dug his nails in deeper, as he pushed into Jongin.

Jongin moaned, twisting the black tie around his hand. Kris was vigorously and deeply pushing harder, deeper and faster than before. The apartment filled with noises of their deep grunts and bed frames creaking, which were only getting louder and more frequent as Kris acceleration increased.

Kris couldn't contain it. He thrust right into Jongin's core, three times without pulling back out. Jongin looked down his body to see the state of bliss in his boss's face. Kris retracted his claws, gently cupping Jongin's buttocks in his hands. He looked down at the slightly bleeding trails lining his assistant's stomach. Gradually, Kris pulled himself out of Jongin, still feeling himself ejaculating inside the blue balloon. He let gravity take over, as Jongin's legs slid down his sweaty waist and thighs. Kris walked his hands around Jongin's tanned body, stopping only when their sight was directly inline. Kris slowly bent his elbows, lowering his lips onto the other.

Jongin kissed Kris back. Softly Kris reduced the space between their bodies, until there was nothing there. Kris ran the back of his hand over his secretary's smooth face, as his lips parted. Jongin wrapped his leg over Kris, swinging their bodies onto the side. He felt Kris's arms snaking around his body, pulling them as close together as possible. Jongin rubbed his heel over the back of Kris's hairy legs, appreciating the surface.

Kris lifted his lips off Jongin panting. Keeping his lips on the surface of Kris's skin, Jongin traced down the side of his boss's neck. He felt Kris shudder under the pressure his lips placed on the surface. Kris's large palm spread out over the surface of Jongin's back. Jongin lifted his lips slightly, repositioning his chin and licking the surface beneath. Jongin placed them back over the reddening skin, parting his lips slightly to delicately run his teeth over the surface.

Kris's hands clenched, dragging his nails over the tanned skin. His chin lowered as he searched desperately to make contact with Jongin's. Kris lifted a hand and cupped it under Jongin's chin, lifting the smaller's face upwards towards his. Jongin met Kris's lips ferociously, rubbing the dead skin cells off chapped surface. Kris pushed all his weight forward to lie on top of Jongin's warm body. He could feel Jongin's heart beating in the chest cavity and his rib slightly expanding with each inhale. It felt nice.

Jongin's shoulders began to ache. Without breaking their moving lips, he wrapped his other leg over Kris, turning them onto their other side. Jongin then tried to pull himself up closer to his restraints. Kris noticing what his secretary was doing, naturally slid his hands up Jongin's arms. He felt the tense shoulders, biceps and triceps all trying to pull the smaller closer. Unwilling to part his lips from Jongin, Kris's fingers slipped and untied one of the silk knots, them moved onto the other.

The instant Jongin felt the release over his wrist, he pulled his hand down, twisting an turning the now stiff joint. Jongin loosely placed his arm over Kris's shoulder, hooking the larger's neck bringing his nose to press heavily against the other's cheek. Unable to breathe, Kris lifted his burning lips off Jongin. His eyelashes lightly brushed over the other's tanned skin as his lungs took in as much oxygen in the close quarters. Jongin wrapped his other arm over Kris's other shoulder. His hands alternated between rubbing his stiff wrists, attempting to bring back the full circulation to the extremities. Jongin rubbed his nose along Kris's cheek, towards the earlobe. His teeth playfully bit into the soft tissue. Jongin ran his nose into the canal then took it out. Kris jumped when he felt the warm breath of the other exhaling deeply into his ear.

“You know as much as you give, you should be able to take.” Jongin whispered, rubbing the red marks slowly fading from around his wrists, “Let’s try it the other way.” Jongin grabbed the cylindrical bottle, squeezing it out onto two of his fingers. Jongin insert them into Kris, without preparing or warming up the muscles. Kris moaned. Simultaneously, it felt like he was being ripped in two, but also the most pleasurable thing he has ever felt. Jongin pulled his fingers back. “Do you want me to do it again?”

Kris nodded his head. Jongin pressed Kris's hips with one finger, suggesting to the other that he should roll over. As if he was taken over Kris followed the instructions of his secretary to a 't' rolling over to face away, waiting for what the other had in mind. He heard the oozing of more liquid out of the bottle, then the cool liquid inside his body. His muscles had never been stretched like this before. Kris clawed at the loose bed covers, pulling them in close to his body. He felt the blood racing through his blood stream, his lungs gasping for oxygen, but still wanting more.


He heard some squelching, rubbing and grunting behind him. Then watched as Jongin walked butt naked out of the room. He heard a brief case being opened and listened to the other's bare footsteps padding back to the guest room. Within a split second he saw what his secretary had left the room for, one blue condom.

Kris felt his heart racing. Jongin walked two fingers up Kris's leg as he walked up the bed. He softly sat on the mattress next to Kris's waist. Jongin placed a hand on Kris's hip, his thumb softly over the skin beneath. Jongin lay down next to Kris, pressing his chest as close as possible to the other's back. His hand ran over Kris's pale thigh, squeezing the muscle beneath. He shifted his leg to press against Kris's, pushing them both forward. From a bird's eye view it looked like a number four.

Kris could feel Jongin's protruding erection bouncing off and rubbing his fatty muscle. His hands were shaking slightly, so Kris groped at the fabric beneath, pulling it in as close as possible. Jongin pushed his part of his cock into Kris. The larger felt like he was on fire. Jongin pulled out again. Kris felt the smaller slipping his arm under his waist, and wrapping his arm around. Jongin pressed his lips into Kris shoulder, sliding his shaft inside Kris again. This time it wasn't as painful. Kris's muscles slowly allowed Jongin to enter.

Jongin had felt the waves of contractions unable to decide whether to push him out or take him further. The pressure along the canal was forcing blood to pool, hardening his penis. Jongin pulled himself out again. Softly, Jongin's fingertips caressed the warmth beneath his fingers as his long toes squeezed the long Achilles tendon. Kris's back recoiled into Jongin's chest. Jongin moved his hand over Kris's chest, placing his jaw over the larger's broad shoulder. The smaller twisted his chin, rubbing it along the entire surface. Jongin glided himself into Kris.

With this being his third of the night, his body could not seem to withstand the momentum or maintain the pressure for much longer. Jongin's hips knocked against Kris as he pushed himself in deeper than before. Jongin quickly began to build up the frequency of his attacks, only pulling himself half out before closing the distance between their pelvises.

Kris felt a pulsating deep within his core, each time Jongin tried to go that little bit further inside. He had never felt this type of burn before and he wanted it to continue longer. Kris gasped as Jongin's tender embrace suddenly turned into something harsher. He looked down to see countless tiny half moon stabs jotted all over his pectorals.

Jongin breathed heavily as his body starting increasing its pace and fluidity. The muscles around his penis, had only just loosened to his movements, allowing him a less constricted movement. In response to the onslaught Kris's pelvis began to instinctively shift, push back. The rings of muscles surrounding Jongin's strongly palpitating member began contracting in a matching rhythm.

Jongin couldn't contain much longer. His breath was shaking and his muscles ached from over exertion. He climaxed with his forehead pressed up against Kris's back. His lips pressed tiny butterfly kisses over the sightly salty surface beneath. Kris felt his blood racing throughout his body, he felt as if he had just ran a marathon. Kris felt Jongin pulling his hips away.

Suddenly Kris felt the need to hold Jongin tightly. He rolled over, pulling the smaller's torso closer. Jongin felt the shaky breaths over his head, the pounding heart racing, Kris's warm embrace keeping him tightly entwined. Kris laid there, cuddling his assistant until sleep finally took over.


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The next day Kris woke up in the guest bedroom long past midday. Rolling over he found a post it attached to the second pillow. Kris half remembered, hearing the water running, seeing Jongin writing on a piece of paper, telling the him to go back to sleep, and a heavy blanket being placed over his body, sometime during the darkness. Or was it morning, the curtains were closed so there was no way to tell. Kris switched on a light.

‘Boss,
You should rest up. You worked hard. I put a couple of strawberry milks in the fridge and left some snacks on the counter.
See you Monday.
Jongin.
P.S. I’m thinking about getting you a surprise for all your hard work!’

Kris stood up. His body felt achy and still. Slowly and shakily the large male wandered over to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator. While trying to bend over, he felt pain ripping through his body and stopped. Kris awkwardly bent his knees, grabbing a container of the sweet pink beverage, before rising up again, cursing his genes for being so tall. He walked to his bedroom, rubbing his body, drinking the liquid.

Kris stood under the warm running water for what felt like eternity. He remained there as the steam slowly filled the room until his joints and muscles finally began to loosen. After feeling like a human again, Kris dried off, wrapped a towel around his waist, and walked back to the kitchen. There he pulled out the rest of the milks from the refrigerator and went back into his bedroom. Kris easily went back to sleep appreciating the cool drink now lining his stomach, wondering what surprise his assistant could possibly be thinking of.

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Sunday and through to Tuesday passed with no new events, Kris was sure that Jongin had moved onto the next ‘experiment’. It was what he had assumed with that note. He was still a little disappointed about not receiving the surprise that Jongin had mentioned in the letter. Kris walked into the ground floor lobby, towards the line of staff waiting for the elevator. There was a lot of noise and chatter as usual, but one name kept on appearing.

“Oh Jongin Kim, how are you today?”
“Oh Mr. Kim, you have been waiting here for a while?”
“Jongin, how was your weekend?”
“Jongin that is a wonderful suit you are wearing.”

Jongin just smiled and slipped past the crowd to stand next to his boss. “I was waiting for,” he took the brief case from Kris’s hand, “this.”

There were many whispers of praise and awe of Jongin’s natural ability to assist his boss. Kris’s palms started to sweat with all the focus, feeling uncomfortable with all of the attention his assistant brought.

Stepping into the elevator, Jongin grasped his hand over Kris’s forearm, leading the larger into the back corner, out of view from the CCTV. Casually Jongin leant back against the cool wall. Looking forwards he raised the arm holding the leather bags, closest to Kris, and smirked.

Kris looked down at the feeling of feathering strokes over his groin. Then he looked to his perfectly styled secretary. Jongin wore his dark grey three piece suit again, with a deep blood red shirt today. However his jacket was missing. His hair was slicked away from his forehead. Looking forward and smiling.

Always smiling.

Jongin switched over the cases to the other hand and slid his waist to press against his boss. The smaller teased the top of Kris’s grey and black tartan trousers with his fingers. He slipped his index under the jacket and around the waist. Casually the assistant turned his boss to turn his hips slightly towards the corner instead of the previous position facing the door.

“Your tie isn’t quite straight.” More whispers of admiration about the dedication between master and assistant.

The elevator doors beeped implying it was over capacity.

Kris lifted his hands up to re-adjust the maroon tie fastened around his neck.

With more of the black shirt visible under the blazer, Jongin slipped his hands between the starchy fabric and the thick pressed pants. He gently walked his fingers around searching for the waist band of Kris’s underwear.

The elevator doors closed. Every floor until the fifteen was lit.

Kris tried to pull away, but trapped in cramped conditions he was left up to the will of his secretary. Jongin grinned, continuing to look forwards. He casually crossed his body with the brief cases. Jongin looked down at the black leather rectangles and then to Kris. He gestured with his chin and eyes; looking at Kris’s hands, the brief cases, Kris’s hand again. Kris clasped the cases in both hands and held them in front of his expanding groin region.

After teasing at the elastic and the warm stomach with gentle feathering circles, Jongin slid his hand under the stretchy fabric. Kris breathed in an extremely loud exhale, frozen, unable to make a noise, afraid of what the full elevator of employees would say.

5th Floor, three more people left. Now there were only ten people from the ground floor on the elevator. Four more got in at the second and third floors. More greetings and flashing smiles.

Jongin could feel Kris’s erection once again in the palm of his hand. Jongin wished he could pop the lid on the lubricant in his briefcase but the smell would attract too many raised eyebrows. Very loosely, Jongin ran his palm along the entire length of Kris’s cock. He circled his thumb over the slit at the very tip, gathering as much pre-cum as possible, then slowly, slid his thumb down the entire length of his boss’s member. He took his hand off the pulsating trunk, and squeezed the ball sack beneath.

Kris rose to his toes. In the reflective surface, Jongin could see the a pained look on his face, his breathing becoming more rapid, his fingers had turned ghostly pale as he grasped the black leather tightly.

“Boss, I think I left something in the back of your car when you went to the meeting last week.”

Kris nodded his head in silence.

“Could you give me your keys and I will go and retrieve it.”

Kris’s chin stiffly rocked up and down, he dared not take his fingers off the bags.

“Actually better yet, come down with me, I don’t know where you parked.”

Kris held his breath and nodded again silently thanking his secretary because at this moment he couldn’t think where his keys were. Actually he wasn’t doing much thinking at all, just withstanding the desire to moan and pin his assistant in the corner.

Jongin called to the front of the group, “Could you press basement level 2 please.”

10th floor. Eight people left on the elevator.


Jongin stroked the large member in appreciation. He leant his other hand over and silently slipped the button from Kris’s waist free, loosening the pressure around his wrist. He slid more of his forearm into the tartan pants. Kris pulled the briefcases closer to his body as Jongin traced random patterns along the length of the shaft.

15th floor. The last person on the elevator left and hypothetically, Jongin assumed that no one would be riding it down.

Jongin quickly dropped to his knees before the doors began to beep their anticipated close. Every morning Jongin noticed that no one was interested in the traffic around the elevators. Behind the cover of the black bags, he expertly, pulled his boss’s black shirt upwards and black briefs down. His lips pressed against the freshly exposed skin, as he continued to slide the underwear lower.

Once fully accessible, Jongin circled his tongue over the dark skin surrounding the last part, sampling the creamy pre ejaculation. Even without the added strawberry, it was still sweet.

Kris’s body was visibly shaking, clasping onto the black leather

Jongin clasped his lips over the fold and breathed in through his lips.

Kris felt that he was going to bend his very expensive bag, with the amount of adrenaline charging through his body. “Fuck.” Kris raised his chin to look at the top of the elevator. He didn’t want to drop the brief cases, exposing himself to the world, but he couldn’t just stay still. His nails pierced the natural fabric beneath. “Fuck.”

Jongin’s tanned hands wrapped themselves around the striped grainy fabric as he slid his mouth further down the throbbing member.

Slowly Jongin pulled his lips back. He circled his tongue around the dark tip. His right hand slid back into Kris’s dark underwear, cupping the two wrinkled sacks still hidden in the darkness.

“Fuck” Kris breathed again.

Jongin squeezed his fingers letting the two lumps beneath slide past each other. Kris jumped as the sensation shocked over every corner of his body. His pulse was speeding through his blood vessels, Kris felt like he was ready to explode in all directions.

Jongin wrapped his lips over the pulsating member, gently rubbing the smooth surface from side to side between his moist lips. Jongin clasped the member tightly as his lips pressed deeply over the ridged surface down the shaft. Kris's knees buckled under the pressure. His hips began to instinctively swing his hips backwards and forwards, sliding his throbbing erection deep into Jongin's oral cavity, and half out again. Jongin's head bounced against the black briefcase behind as he slipped off Kris's member. Intuitively, Jongin kept his lips loose ready for the next entrance, inhaling and exhaling as much oxygen as possible.

The elevator stopped moving. “Parking Lot,” the voice in the elevator rang.

Kris was far too stimulated to notice the doors opening and the bright lights from the parking lot filling the elevator. He needed to finish. Kris teased the tip of his penis off and on Jongin's lips, waiting for his secretary to bite.

As Kris slid inside, Jongin pressed up his tongue letting the throbbing erection run over his palate. He pulled his hand from inside Kris's underwear and clasped it over his hip. Jongin felt the larger suddenly lurching forward as the brief cases pushed his head in the opposite direction.

Jongin felt the cool liquid running down the back of his throat. He squeezed the rough fabric under his fingers as it continued to be released, sliding his mouth further over the erection.

The elevator started to rise. Kris’s heart began to race as he pulled his cock from Jongin’s mouth. Jongin naturally shifted his weight back, rolling over his feet, crouching a distance away. He wiped his tanned fingers delicately over his lips and brushed the creases put of his pants. He casually placed his hand on the rails and stood up as if nothing had happened. Jongin strode over to the elevator buttons and pressed the fifteenth floor. He turned back to Kris, straightening his tie, before reaching his hand forward.

Casually Jongin returned back to standing in the corner of the elevator, he took the now holed leather bags from his boss, and rested the back of his head against the cool metal.

In a panic Kris couldn’t seem to be able to do anything. His fingers couldn’t catch the grip. He was sweaty. His shirt wasn’t neatly tucked in. His knot was loose. He couldn’t catch his breath.

Jongin noticing his boss’s terror, placed the brief cases in front of Kris’s groin. The elevator dinged on the ground floor. Five or six people hopped on, greeting the pair as they did. Kris managed to pull the zipper of his pants closed unnoticed the general hum of morning conversations and greetings. Jongin turned his hips to face his boss and straightened the red tie that hung messily around the neck. He rested the bags on the wall of the metal box and ran his fingers over the collar and flattened it out.

Jongin whispered loudly with a large sly smile over his face, “You must have had a busy morning boss.” The rest of the elevator crowd murmured in agreement and praise again, “I will get you a strong coffee just as soon as we get up to the floor.” Kris shot his secretary the most glaring, angry, fuming gaze he could. Jongin was laughing silently to himself. “Or maybe I will get you something,” Jongin pulled Kris’s ear closer, “something pinker.” Jongin breathed heavily against Kris’s cheek as he pulled the taller lower. “By the way, did you like my present?” Jongin let go of his boss and returned to relaxing casually against the wall.

Kim Jongin was going to pay.

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