Side Story 2: Déjà Vu : Part 7

Yoon Jooho lifted Song Hyunsoo from the sofa and pulled him over by the window, making him stand in front of the desk.

“Sit down.”

“Where?”

“I’ll do it with my mouth.”

Impatient lips immediately burrowed deep into Song Hyunsoo’s neck.

“Here… you want me to sit here?”

Right at his ear, as a wet tongue traced the rim, Yoon Jooho whispered in a tightly restrained voice.

“You’re going to sit on my office desk and get a blowjob from me. Not interested?”

“……”

Noticing that he was already wavering, Yoon Jooho pressed their lips together.

Mmm…

A tongue slipped between deeply locked lips. The sensation of opening up to let him in always inevitably brought to mind penetrative sex.

Yoon Jooho pressed his body relentlessly.

The rough, sucking kisses and the heat rubbing between their lower halves were already causing Song Hyunsoo’s body and mind to collapse.

Whenever he looked at him with those lustful eyes, Song Hyunsoo’s body would crave sex—as if he’d been trained to react that way.

It must be because they’d done it so often since moving in together.

Sometimes, just skipping sex for a day was enough to make Yoon Jooho restless; when they were alone at home, even trivial things would ignite the spark.

“Mmm, nn…”

As he accepted Yoon Jooho’s swirling tongue, filling his mouth and stirring it around, he wrapped his arms around his neck to keep from falling backward.

Clunk, clunk. With his hands around the back of Song Hyunsoo’s thighs, Yoon Jooho half-lifted him, settling him on the edge of the desk.

“Nngh.”

A large hand traced a zigzag from his back down to his side, slipping under his jeans and into his Droz Boxer Briefs to grip his butt.

Song Hyunsoo spat out the tongue that dominated his mouth and, with lingering hesitation in his voice, asked,

“Are you really going to do this here?”

Yoon Jooho tilted his head to the side, lowering his brow.

“Is that a problem?”

All the while, his hand was kneading someone else’s butt.

Song Hyunsoo thought he understood who Monroe had taken after, always feigning ignorance by tilting their head when at a disadvantage.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he glanced around.

“We could just use the sofa…”

“Sofa or desk, it’s still the office. What’s the difference?”

His right hand was already pulling down Song Hyunsoo’s jeans zipper.

“Even so, the desk is… where we work, nnngh, hh…”

The zipper opened, and fingers slipped inside the band of his Droz Boxer Briefs.

Covering his mouth with one hand, Song Hyunsoo couldn’t look away from Yoon Jooho’s hand rummaging inside his underwear through the opened zipper of his jeans.

“That’s why it’s better.”

“Mmm, mn. Hnng.”

In some ways, this was even more obscene than simply pulling out his cock and touching it.

Imagining what was happening beneath the thin, twitching fabric only fueled his arousal.

Yoon Jooho’s heavy, ragged breaths brushed his ear.

“Ha… It’s sticky inside your boxer briefs.”

“Well, that’s… because you’re touching me, sun…baenim.”

“It got wet because you like how I touch you?”

“Hnn, nngh.”

“And if I suck you off? Wouldn’t that feel even better? Hm?”

“Still, why does it have to be here…”

“I’m the kind of guy who wants to sit his boyfriend on his company desk and suck his cock. That’s who I am.”

Every word was filthy, but through his roughly broken voice, it sounded sweet, like honey dripping between the cracks. Resistance was pointless.

“Hyunsoo… Please? I want to suck you. I want your cock in my mouth.”

His lips pressed right to his ear, pleading in a whining voice.

Song Hyunsoo squeezed his eyes shut.

Taking that as permission, Yoon Jooho pulled down the band of his Droz Boxer Briefs, finally freeing his cock.

The sun was just starting to set—still closer to afternoon than evening.

The room was decorated so sterilely, it almost felt like a clean room, completely at odds with anything sexual.

And yet, in that space, an erection was exposed for all to see.

The fact that he was exposing something forbidden in a place where he never should have made Song Hyunsoo even more excited. He couldn’t deny it.

Sitting in a spin chair, Yoon Jooho finally wore a satisfied smile as he buried his face between Song Hyunsoo’s legs.

Then, he stuck out his tongue and slowly licked up Song Hyunsoo’s penis.

“Ahh, nnh. Hhh…”

A whimper-like moan escaped from Song Hyunsoo.

Without being told, Song Hyunsoo pulled his T-shirt up to just under his chest and gripped it, keeping it from falling so he could watch more closely what was happening between his legs.

Yoon Jooho licked from the base to the tip, then, reversing direction, swallowed Song Hyunsoo’s length from the glans down.

“Haah! Hng!”

The most sensitive part was enveloped in warm, moist mucosa.

Song Hyunsoo’s calves flailed in the air.

Yoon Jooho swallowed all of him until his lips rubbed against the pubic hair.

“Ah! Haah!”

With his face buried deep between his thighs, Yoon Jooho turned his head this way and that, rubbing all over. His nose pressed into the groin.

With his grip tight on Song Hyunsoo’s ass over his jeans, Song Hyunsoo couldn’t move back.

One hand gripped his own T-shirt, the other squeezing Yoon Jooho’s shirt near the shoulder.

“Hahk, hng. Hnn.”

As those broad shoulders pulled back, he spat Song Hyunsoo’s length out, letting it slip from his mouth.

Then, burying his nose and lips in the shaft, he took a deep breath, inhaling greedily.

“Did you shower at home?”

“I… worked out.”

He glanced up and locked eyes with Song Hyunsoo. Then, tilting his head, he pressed his nose to the base and inhaled deeply.

“The scent of your cock mixed with the lingering shower gel… it’s driving me crazy.”

“Hnn. Hngh.”

Panting like an asthmatic, Yoon Jooho rubbed his nose and lips along Song Hyunsoo’s length.

Just a moment ago he’d looked tired, but now his face glowed with a subtle vitality.

Snnff, ha…

Savoring the scent, his lips once again engulfed the glans, deeply swallowing Song Hyunsoo’s cock.

Both hands trailed from his butt up his sides, caressing his torso.

“Ah, haa, haah, nngh.”

Song Hyunsoo couldn’t close his mouth. He tightly gripped Yoon Jooho’s wrist as he teased his nipple with his thumb.

Slrp, slrp, sllk.

Yoon Jooho’s face bobbed up and down, seriously working Song Hyunsoo’s cock.

As if annoyed by the obstruction, he roughly yanked down his jeans and boxer briefs.

Song Hyunsoo had no choice but to lift his hips in turn to cooperate; otherwise, the force might drag him off the desk.

“Aaah, nnh…”

The moment his bare butt touched the cold, tempered glass desk, his body tensed.

But only for a moment. With nothing in the way now, Yoon Jooho burrowed even deeper, more boldly between his legs.

Slrp, slrp. Sllk, sllk.

Was it just the office, or did sounds echo more here?

The wet noises of his blowjob were even more explicit and vivid than what he heard in their bedroom.

Like listening through earphones or headphones.

Knowing it was a magic mirror window and that people outside couldn’t see in, Song Hyunsoo still kept glancing around.

Even though he’d seen Yoon Jooho lock the door with his own eyes, he kept looking over his shoulder.

Strangely, that tension didn’t make his erection wilt—instead, it only made him harder.

This is crazy. I’m going to discover a new kink at this rate.

Suddenly, his glans was swallowed into the hot, slick throat.

The sudden, dizzying whiteness before his eyes made Song Hyunsoo instinctively clutch the back of Yoon Jooho’s head.

“Ahhhh! Haah! Nngh, hnn!”

With Song Hyunsoo’s cock filling his mouth, Yoon Jooho shoved his face even deeper between his legs, as if trying to crawl inside.

Gulp, gulp…gulp. Every time his throat squeezed around the glans, Song Hyunsoo’s shoulders trembled.

“Suh, s-seuh, nngh, kgh…”

With his cock in Yoon Jooho’s mouth, he kept rubbing his face all around Song Hyunsoo’s groin.

The sharp tip of his nose brushed the pubic hair, sending chills through him.

With his face buried so deeply in Song Hyunsoo’s lower half that his features were hidden, he kept taking deep breaths, as if trying to suck up every bit of scent rising from Song Hyunsoo’s core.

In a mouth slick with saliva and precum, Song Hyunsoo’s cock looked ready to explode at any moment.

“Sunbae, pull out! Wait, just—just pull out for a second!”

Thrashing, he slapped Yoon Jooho’s shoulders, and Yoon Jooho finally pulled his cock from his mouth, trailing a long string of saliva and precum.

His lips, glistening with obscene fluids, couldn’t let go and licked around the base.

“I wish I could just live between your legs. Is that so wrong?”

“What kind of nonsense are you—nngh, aaah!”

Barely giving him a moment’s break, Yoon Jooho dove right back in.

As if he couldn’t stand to have Song Hyunsoo’s cock out of his mouth for even a second, he shoved it right back in, rough and desperate.