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His shoulders felt stiff from the four hour meeting. Lawyers and executives around the long table argued in circles about the best way to conclude a transaction. The phone in his pocket buzzed, and he knew it was time for his well-earned break.
“Please excuse me.” Jumin said as he got up, letting the rest bicker on.
His own private office bathroom served as a small place of solace. The moment Jumin walked in, a hand brushed against his back. He whirled around.
“Hello Trust Fund.” The familiar albino man in his white jacket and black trousers greeted him with a dangerous smirk on his face.
“Zen?!”
“You’ve been a real asshole this week. Overworking Jaehee, pressuring Yoosung into studying more, making Luciel stress over that stupid robot cat - could you possibly be more of a jerk right now?”
Jumin sighed and tried to move past him. “I don’t have time for this. If you have any grievances, you can-“
“You’re not going anywhere.” Zen grabbed his arm and held it tight. His gaze made Jumin shiver.
Zen kicked open a toilet stall and pushed Jumin inside, the executive falling on top of the closed toilet seat. Within seconds, the door closed behind them and Zen rushed forward to grab his black hair, making Jumin hiss out in pain as he pulled him forward and shoved him harshly on his knees on the ground.
“Ssssh, you don’t want any of your fancy ass clients to hear you now, do you?”
“Zen, stop this right n-hng!”
Jumin reached up to grab Zen’s wrist, only to feel his hair being released and his hands pulled together. Something tight bound them and when Zen released him, he saw his wrists were restrained by some kind of thin plastic rope. It looked fragile but no matter how much he pulled, he couldn’t free himself.
“Tie wrap. A very convenient thing for us ‘commoners’. It’s about time someone put you in your place, you piece of shit.” The way Zen looked down at him terrified Jumin but also sent blood rushing down his pants.
“I haven’t done anything wrong. I will-argh!” Jumin yelled out when Zen roughly grabbed his hair again.
Zen laughed and pressed the executive’s nose right against the zipper of his pants. “Why don’t you put your big mouth to good use? Oh, and no hands.” The command was brutal and left no room for interpretation.
The reality of what Zen was going to do to him set in and he tried his hardest to fight it, pushing away from Zen’s legs. But the actor was so much stronger, easily keeping him in place. When it became clear Jumin refused to heel, Zen pressed his boot down on Jumin’s crotch, causing him to yelp.
“What makes you think you have a choice, cat freak? Hurry up, or I will do so much worse!”
There was no use fighting it. Jumin set to work, pulling down the zipper with his teeth. Zen’s erection jutted out at him through the cloth, causing Jumin to stall. Zen quickly abused his roots again, causing him to whimper.
“Come on, you’re a corporate dog, you know how to suck up to people.”
Carefully Jumin licked the clothed erection, receiving a small moan. He wasn’t sure how to get Zen’s cock out of his boxers and settled for nipping it, an act of defiance.
Startled, Zen backed away before his frown deepened in anger. Jumin expected to be hit, but the albino instead lowered his pants and boxers. “This is what I get for going easy on you.” He growled, using his other hand to force Jumin’s jaw open.
Jumin wanted to give a smug reply, but suddenly the hard member was shoved right into his throat. "Hrng!!" The forceful intrusion drew out a muffled yell from him as he nearly choked, his hands clenching around the fabric of Zen’s pants. His reflexes kicked in and he swallowed repeatedly, taking in the small amount of air he could in this position, feeling tears prickle the side of his eyes.
He tried to regulate his breathing, but Zen already started to thrust into his throat. Every time Zen seemed to allow him more than a few gulps of air, the opportunity was robbed from him, the tip pushing against the back of his throat.
“Tell me, do I taste better than the asses you kiss on a daily basis?”
Zen’s humiliating words shouldn’t affect him so much, but they did, making the situation so much worse. Jumin’s own cock started to ache from neglect and he closed his legs as he moaned, trying to keep it together as Zen used his mouth.
Soon the actor let out a shuddered groan. Something hot shot down his throat and Jumin couldn’t breathe, could only pull at his binds while he quickly swallowed, but it never seemed to end. Just as he thought he would genuinely faint, his head was released and the half-flaccid cock left his mouth forcing him to taste the sticky salty liquid. Jumin coughed violently, nearly retching.
“Hah. I always knew you were a disgusting pervert. I can’t believe you’re getting off on this.” Zen’s shoe pushed down on his crotch again, where his hard-on kept calling for attention.
Before Jumin could retort - not that he could, his tongue still tasting bitter - his phone rang in his jacket pocket. Zen dragged him up to stand on his feet and pushed him against the wall, grabbed the phone and shoved it into his bound hands.
“Answer it.”
Awkwardly holding the phone to his ear, Jumin pressed the green button. “Jumin Han speaking,” he said, trying to push down the quiver in his voice as Zen opened his belt.
“Mr. Han? You’ve been gone a long time, is everything alright?” Damn, it was the client’s secretary.
“I’m fine, I apologize-ah! F-for my delay,” Jumin gasped as Zen’s hand dove right into his boxers and took hold of his cock, stroking it firmly.
“You sound rather off, do you want me to check on you?” The secretary didn’t relent and Jumin had trouble keeping the pitch of his voice low as Zen continued.
“No! The f-fish at lunch may be acting up. I’ll have to- hng- have to get it checked. No need to worry.” The lie made Zen’s wicked grin even larger. Sweat started to form on Jumin’s forehead as the actor’s nimble fingers brought him closer to release with each stroke.
“I’m so sorry to hear that. Mr. Lee wishes to continue the meeting on a later date, I’ll inform him and your staff that you are not well. We will call to arrange a new appointment.”
“A g-good idea.” His entire body shook. He was so close, he was coming undone under Zen’s fiery gaze and devilish hands and this person was going to hear it. Jumin shut his eyes tight.
“Get better soon, Mr. Han.” The moment the ending dial tone rang through the speakers, Zen stopped and removed his hand. Completely flustered and shocked by this development, Jumin’s eyes shot open and he dropped his phone, not caring if it got damaged.
“W-why?! Why did you-!“
“You think I’m going to let you enjoy yourself so easily?” Zen played with the pre-cum sticking on his fingers. “The only way you’re going to come is if I fuck you. So beg me for it, Jumin Han.”
Jumin flushed. Absolutely not - he was too proud for this kind of thing. Once more he tugged at his bindings to no avail. In an instant Zen pushed his whole body against the executive’s, both of them acutely aware who was the stronger of the two.
“You’re not in control anymore, Jumin.” His leg rubbed against his crotch and it took all Jumin had not to push forward into that delicious friction.
He gulped and surrendered. “Zen, please…”
“Please, what?”
“P-please, fuck me.” It barely came out a whisper, yet so loud he wanted to drop right through the floor.
By the mercy of whatever God was listening, Zen didn’t wait any longer and turned him around, making Jumin put his bound hands on top of the tank and let his pants drop onto the ground, pooled around his ankles.
"I don't have any lube so you're just going to have to bite through it," Zen mumbled against the back of Jumin's neck.
Just as Jumin held his breath, Zen entered him from behind, knocking the wind right out of him. He couldn’t feel anything for a minute, clenching the porcelain as Zen took Jumin’s body for his own pleasure. When the numbness in his body left, he felt the actor gripping his hips tight, white hair brushing against his neck.
The second Jumin took a gulp of air, Zen started to move, pulling out and thrusting in again harshly. Any movement Jumin made to lean away was thwarted, instead he was pushed back, impaled deeper onto that large cock. His own member was neglected, leaking helplessly onto the toilet lid.
Zen shifted and pleasure overrode the pain completely as his cock hit something within Jumin, causing him to let out a loud moan that echoed through the entire bathroom. Jumin could feel the lecherous grin as Zen continued at that angle, making his body write and his fingers claw at the tiles.
"Ahh- Oh Go-! Zen, Zen, Zen!"
“Yes! Say my name!” Zen panted.
The whole bathroom echoed with their moans and grunts, with Jumin the loudest, his prostate continually assaulted. He couldn’t think, it was too much, too much. He knew he wouldn't last.
“Zen! Hyun!!”
His prostate was hit again and sparks flew in front of his eyes as he came untouched over the porcelain and the tiles below. In the far recesses of his mind he told himself this was wrong, how could he let Zen have so much control over him, and what would the cleaners say about this? And yet so many other voices of himself telling him nothing mattered, but Zen.
It didn’t take long for him to fall back to reality. No strength left, Jumin dropped his head, feeling the coolness on his skin. Zen kept his hips lifted up and moved faster, Jumin’s oversensitive body protesting with every thrust.
Finally Zen gasped and came inside him, his body stiffening before letting himself drop on Jumin, still bent over.
A few moments passed. When Zen didn’t abandon him as agreed to and instead started to kiss the back of his neck, Jumin smiled. “Couldn’t keep up the act for much longer?”
“Hey, not my fault your fantasies are more intensive than mine. When I got your message, I made my way here and messaged you back. When you didn’t reply, I was a bit worried until you showed up.” Zen got up, gently straightening him and turning him around. He snapped the plastic binding, frowning at the red marks on Jumin’s wrists. “Shit, did I hurt you?”
Nowhere near as much as he had requested, but Jumin held his tongue. It was endearing how much Zen held back really, despite claiming that it was dangerous to ‘unleash the beast’. “I’m fine.” he replied, letting Zen rub the marks.
They both started straightening themselves out, Jumin well aware of how sticky he was all over. Definitely considering a good bath. Perhaps he can ask Zen to join him.
“I can’t believe you let me say all that.” Zen said, adjusting his jacket.
Ah, the scathing words during sex. “It wasn’t exactly realistic considering Jaehee stopped being my assistant almost a year ago. But parts of what you said sounded familiar.”
“It’s what I thought of when you called Yoosung’s mother and overworked Jaehee. Back then I would have given anything to yell that to your face… though not in this setting.”
“Maybe you should have. I might have liked it.”
Zen’s outraged look made him laugh.
“I genuinely thought you would use the safe word during the phone call.”
“Had they noticed what we were doing, I might have. But even then, they’re a small company which broken relations wouldn’t hurt C&R.” Jumin fixed his tie. His entire appearance was as proper as ever, but his suit clung to his skin from sweat. If anyone knew...
“Wow, harsh. When will you get a new assistant anyway?” Zen opened the door, letting them both out. Jumin proceeded to leave the bathroom with him, eager to get cleaned up. “It makes all this a little easier.”
They left his office, making their way through the calm halls of C&R to get to the elevator that would lead them to the penthouse. “I asked Yoosung, remember? He refused because apparently Luciel told him we constantly have impromptu office sex.”
“Oh come on, we don’t have office sex that often.” Zen exclaimed, quickly lowering his volume and blushing when a few co-workers passed them with curious glances.
“I’m not sure I agree.”
The elevator opened with a ding, and they both got in.
“That’s because you’re a pervert, Mr. Han.” Zen said, leaning in for a kiss as the doors closed.
“But so are you, Mr. Ryu.”