Ulterior Motives. [OnRen Oneshot]
Title: Ulterior Motives.
Author: igmyeongcheonsa
Pairing: Onew/Ren
Rating: NC-17
Legnth: 5,826 words
A/N: I have a thing for crossover fics. Lately, I've had pairings in my mind that are just that. This idea has been stuck in my head for the longest and I think it's taken me like a week and a half to finally finish it. I'm kind of proud of it...
Summary: Everyone's got an ulterior motive; some positive, some harmful. The CEO's got one that involves the new guy. The company president is willing to help him out.
Minki has a hard time with not staring at the CEO of the company he’s starting his first day for. First off, the guy doesn’t even look like he should be in the fashion industry, let alone one that’s such a big name in Korea. On the other hand, he’s heard from other interns and employees that he’s really close friends with the Owner/President. It definitely explains how someone that doesn’t seem to have any fashion sense could have such a high position in this company.
The little blond watches the man’s back profile as he leads him down the hallway to where his desk is, just outside the label head’s office. He gets to be personal assistant to the top guy and it makes him anxious. His hands were shaking for weeks when he first received the call that he’d gotten accepted for the job.
He stands and stares awkwardly at the bare wooden area and he wonders how long it’s been since someone has had the chance to settle in here. The fact that there is a very visible layer of dust over everything makes him a bit nervous. He turns to ask the brunet standing beside him when the last worker was here and then realizes he doesn’t even know his name. He had also been planning to thank him. Asking and learning his name would be a very good idea.
This is where Minki grows self-aware and his mind begins to wander again. Is he over-dressed for the job or is this hyung terribly underdressed?
Minki is standing in a pair of his favorite black Bermuda shorts - the pair that makes his thighs look thicker than they really are, a black and white tartan button-down - sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a pair of his black suede double sole shoes from Wulfrun by Underground. He’s decked out in accessories, as always. He can’t leave home without his wrists covered and a few rings. His hair is up in a ponytail, only because he’s not a big fan of putting his hair in a bun. This is comfortable to him. This is also what he pictured he should wear.
This sunbae is in a pair of light gray sweatpants and a baggy white shirt. He’s got on gray and white running shoes which are most definitely worn down from constant use. The only accessory he has on is a pair of black-framed prescription Wayfarers. His hair looks like it hasn’t been brushed lately. Minki takes notice to the fact that he smells good and when he smiles, his teeth pretty much sparkle. That suddenly outweighs everything else and all his mind can register is that the older guy is just dressed comfortably for a job that probably always has him on his feet.
“Lee Jinki,” the brunet stretches his hand toward the other, breaking him out of his thoughts.
Now, Minki has his name. He smiles and takes his sunbae’s hand, both shaking firmly; Minki has a bit of an issue shaking with a matching grip. Jinki is stronger than he looks, or at least more than that shirt allows him to tell.
“I forgot to introduce myself earlier. I apologize for that,” Jinki’s tone is soft and polite, along with the smile he gives.
The new employee is sure he forgets how to breathe for a moment. Jinki is not his type. He goes for the bolder type. Those that really make themselves standout, especially the ones that don’t even have to try. He’s handsome, Minki can admit, but everything about him just screams that Jinki just isn’t his type. But from his friends, he’s closely learned that there always seems to be an exception to what you’re typically attracted to. His childhood friend Jonghyun and his boyfriend, Chanyeol, are a really good example, mainly because Minki is pretty sure that Jonghyun was never going to date a guy let alone one that’s… Well, the epitome of whatever Chanyeol is. On the other hand, Chanyeol is that mix of manly and cute that’s hard to deny, which his best friend is obviously weak for.
Minki questions whether the man… whether Jinki knows his name.
“I’m Choi Minki. What do I call you?”
“Daepyoisa-nim,” he replies, “Or Lee-nim would probably be easier.”
He laughs here and Minki can’t fight the quiet one that bubbles inside him. Jinki doesn’t find it weird or anything, instead he just smiles more. It’s like he welcomes it more than anything else. Maybe he’s the type that likes a relaxing environment. It seems a bit uptight throughout the office, which Minki’s learned through the tours he had to take all during the previous week. This is the first that he’s ever experienced a tense yet playful atmosphere.
“You can come to me any time you need help, okay? My office is just down the hall,” Jinki doesn’t really seem like the type to ever stop smiling.
Not that Minki minds. Jinki’s smile makes him feel all warm inside, and it’s like that fuzzy warmth that everyone talks about in those sappy romance movies. He also vaguely remembers that feeling from when he thought he’d fallen in love for the first time, which happened twice. They made better friends than significant others. He’s okay with that, and it just makes him realize that he has yet to really fall in love. He hasn’t found any shame in that so far.
Minki finally gets himself together, responding with a sweet smile of his own and a slight nod. He bows, not too much but enough to show his respect as he finally gets out a “thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Jinki gestures to the office door to his left, “Now, let’s introduce you to the owner of this all, okay?”
He also tries to reassure the younger boy with yet another smile because there’s no way he couldn’t catch the look of anxiousness that shot through Minki’s features in that split second. Minki looks at him and audibly tries to get air back into his lungs. Jinki’s chuckle that follows makes him feel warm and fuzzy again and he’s suddenly feeling just courageous enough to meet his actual boss face-to-face. His feet carry him the necessary steps to the office door, Jinki sparing him a glance before knocking lightly on the thick wood and then guiding him the rest of the way inside.
The office is a lot bigger than Minki even fathomed it would be. It’s so spacious that he’s sure it could almost pass as an apartment. There isn’t much furniture decorating the place, just papers scattered here and there. It’s extremely tidy besides the top of the guy’s desk. The bookshelf is neat and there isn’t a speck of dust or dirt to be found. Minki’s sure that every corner of the room would probably squeak if he ran his fingers over it. It’s like a moment in a cartoon where something is so clean that it just sparkles, sound effects included.
There’s a thin figure standing at the floor-to-ceiling bay windows that fill the wall behind the desk. They’re the only source of natural light, and it seems the only source of light during the day considering every other light in the office is off and unplugged.
When he turns around, Minki feels slightly relieved in what he chose to wear to work today because his boss is in something pretty similar. The blond, of about the same shade, in front of him is wearing an oversized black knitted sweater, red and black tartan printed pants, and the shoes are the same except the older blond has a triple sole. He’s got accessories, nowhere near as many as Minki but enough to accent his attire. He’s got on a pair of glasses like Jinki’s but, from what Minki can tell, the frame doesn’t have any lenses. His hair is a bit messy but it’s only to that point where it’s considered teased instead of bedhead.
“Kibummie-ah, this is your new assistant, Choi Minki.”
Jinki’s voice snaps the new employee out of another daze. He realizes now that this Kibum has been eyeing him up and down. Minki also realizes that not only is Jinki not using respective titles, but he’s also using a nickname. Just how close are these two? Minki feels a sudden air of jealousy rising in him and he mindlessly waves a hand in the air as if to sweep it all away.
Kibum raises a brow and steps around his desk toward the pair. He spares a glance to his CEO and quickly returns his gaze to his fellow blond. “Hyung, is this the one that you’ve been talking so much about lately?”
Minki catches the faint red that creeps up on the man at his side’s cheeks. He can’t help but to wonder why that is, although he knows this is no place to voice it. So, he just keeps that thought quiet.
Jinki eventually nods and turns so he’s facing them both, “His application was a lot like your previous assistants’ but from his hobbies and extracurricular activities, I feel like your tastes are pretty similar.”
“You actually looked into that this time,” Kibum questions with a slight smirk, “I wonder if you just picked him because he’s really your taste, hyung.”
There’s another blush filling his cheeks. It’s more prominent this time because, for some reason, the previous one has yet to disperse.
“You’re pretty,” the older blond states to the younger, “I’m giving you a heads up, okay?” He doesn’t even bother waiting for a reply as he continues, “You’re just Jinki-hyung’s type, from what I can tell so far. I don’t mind you dating him or anything, but he’s not going to ask you out. He’s not that kind of guy. Just do not break his heart or I will ruin your life for good, understand?”
Minki deadpans and suddenly he wants to cry. Okay, so his mind had possibly gone to the idea of spending off-the-clock time with his tour guide for the day, but he hadn’t thought of it seriously. A relationship with him wasn’t something he was considering after fifteen minutes of awkward greetings in the lobby and about an hour and a half of his nth tour of this building. Leaving out the twenty minutes to get to the floor his desk and their offices were on.
Now, he’s kind of considering it. Despite the terrifying threat just now, his mind can’t help but to go there.
Kibum smiles at the look in Minki’s eyes. He feels no shame for scaring the boy, which was obvious in his face a few moments ago, because he feels like a matchmaker instead. Either his hyung is going to get laid or there’s a potential relationship in the works. Kibum is honestly hoping for both.
---By the time about half of the office is moving about for their lunch break, Minki has already cleaned his desk off. There’s not a speck of dust to be found and he feels proud of himself. He takes a seat in his desk chair and can’t believe that it took him about two hours to thoroughly clean and sanitize his work area. Just as his stomach growls, Kibum calls him into his office. He replies back on the intercom, half to just let the other know he’s there and half to let him know he’s on his way.
He tucks some stray platinum strands behind his ear as he walks through the open door. Kibum is leaning back against his desk. He’s having some discussion with Jinki, who is already inside, sitting in the single chair beside the bookcase. The older of the two has a book in his hand, but Minki doesn’t even try to read the small script of the cover to figure out the title. He’s sure it has no relevance to him anyway.
Kibum finally notices him and waves him over, giving him a curious look, “Why are you all the way over there?”
Minki resists the urge to shrug, knowing how disrespectful it can appear to others. He strolls over and stands near the two, close enough that he could try and read the title of the book now, not that he bothers.
“How can I be of assistance,” he finally speaks up and chokes on his breath at the look he gets.
“I appreciate you being respectful and all, but talking to me like that makes me a bit uncomfortable,” Kibum’s blunt, as usual. Jinki is hoping that it’s not something that will eventually cause Minki to try and run from his job. Kibum’s bluntness can get a bit scary sometimes. Like earlier, for instance…
“Just ask me what I need or what I want you to do. You’re allowed to be at least a little casual with me,” Kibum adds.
“But you still have to be extremely mindful with him,” Jinki cuts in, placing a bookmark and looking up at Minki, “He’s always liable to snap if you say something wrong, even if you don’t mean it.”
“How dare you,” Kibum feels the need to kick Jinki in the shin, but he just turns his attention to Minki instead, “Don’t mind the old man. We’re going out to lunch and, as my assistant, you tag along.”
Minki’s not the most talkative person, but he has his moments where he likes to talk. To say the least, he feels he’s not going to get that chance working at this fashion label.
“I understand,” he spits out lamely.
“You can eat whatever you want, I’ll pay for it, okay,” the president leans up from his desk, moving to grab his tablet, “You’re still on the clock during our lunch, you just don’t get paid for it.”
“Kibum,” Jinki attempts to scold but knows it just falls on deaf ears, which is nothing new. He sighs and stands up, “Let’s get going then.”
---They arrive at the restaurant and despite having a driver bring them, Minki becomes responsible for handling the valet ticket. The task doesn’t seem that big of a deal, but when his job is actually put on the line, it feels like a life or death mission. Jinki takes the pressure off of him by secretly taking the ticket for him. The young boy can’t say no to the smiling face that makes the offer and just hopes and prays that his job won’t go to the sewers after a few hours and a lunch break.
Kibum tells the hostess that they’ll have their regular table and Minki follows his hyungs through the elegant and spacious restaurant. The assistant can’t help but to notice how everyone seems to be in suit and tie attire and some of the women in cocktail dresses and high heels. It’s only two in the afternoon, but it feels like it’s evening from his surroundings. Not to mention the few he spotted that are most definitely drunk with the way they’re chatting away, at the bar and some of the nearby tables. The incessant touching and groping isn’t hidden at all by the short tablecloths. Maybe his bosses come here because they like to people watch. This restaurant seems like it’d be a very good place for just that.
They take their seats and Minki sets his tablet and smartphone to the side near the window so his hands are free to look over the menu. He can’t help but to take notice to the shadow that fills his peripheral view. It’s obviously not Kibum because when he looks up, he sees said man sitting across from him. He grows nervous as he turns his head and his mind declares that it most definitely is Jinki sitting on his side of the booth. They give each other a sheepish smile and neither of them misses the triumphant one on Kibum’s face.
“So, tell us about you,” Kibum states, eyes on his menu for a brief moment before it’s obvious he’s decided what he wants. He brings his gaze up to look at his employee.
Minki falters on his own history and even his name. This is the first time he’s ever really felt intimidated by someone. He clears his throat and proceeds the best he can.
“I grew up in Busan and moved to Seoul with a couple friends of mine a year and a half ago. I was interested in fashion even when I was younger. My friends tell me my motto is somewhere along the lines of ‘Go big or go home,’ even though I don’t personally think that’s it.”
“Oh, what would you say it is then,” Kibum cuts in.
He pauses and tries to think of something legit because he honestly has never even had a life motto. He finds them ridiculous most of the time. He ends up replying with the first one that comes to mind,
“Make a statement and sign your name.”
Kibum looks pleased. Minki notices Lee-nim’s lips turn up into a soft smile. He decides to go on.
“I live with my two best friends. There were five of us at first, but one moved out…and another to live with his new wife-“
“Why’d the first roommate move out,” Kibum cut in again.
Minki grew uncomfortable all of a sudden. Jinki made a plea to Kibum when he noticed the look, but the man in charge completely ignored it.
“He… He did it out of spite,” the youngest spoke up, his statement sounding as a question and his voice cracking as the memories of the day rushed back,
“We were dating at the time. He let one of his hyungs get him drunk and then he cheated on me. He didn’t apologize or anything… He didn’t want to see my face anymore because it made him feel guilty…”
“It still bothers you?”
“Kind of, but we’re at least friends now. We just weren’t meant to be together…”
“Kibum,” Jinki clears his throat and gets said man’s attention this time. The other looks down at the table, the look his hyung gives him makes him feel really bad for intruding on personal territory like that. It doesn’t last long because soon he’s making it worse.
“Jinki-hyung has been through something similar. He had his heart broken some years back in kind of the same way-“
“Kibum,” the subject of the conversation raised his voice just enough to get the speaker to shut up.
An awkward silence settled, at least for the side of the booth with two occupants. The waiter came up and the air lightened up a bit. Drink orders and food orders were placed and then quiet ensued once more.
Not much had been said while they waited for their food and drinks, and everyone had only grown quieter after they’d arrived. Jinki excused himself to go to the restroom just before the waiter came back with their orders. Minki glanced up when he noticed Kibum reaching across the table for Jinki’s drink. He opened his mouth to say something, but kept quiet after the look he received. He went back to working on appointments and schedules on both his tablet and phone, oblivious to what the older was up to.
Everything seemed fine and normal after Jinki got back. They ate and discussed in more detail about what the assistant would be required to do and what was expected, this time from the mouth of man that he was assisting.
Minki’s head started to go a bit cloudy just as he was beginning to talk more about himself and he was growing worried. He was sure he didn’t order anything alcoholic and he wasn’t allergic to anything. He wasn’t feeling nauseous so it wasn’t food poisoning.
He heard the brunet’s voice scolding his dongsaeng again, but he wasn’t sure what he was actually saying. What he did catch though was the other saying something about how he just “really wanted to try it out.”
“But you’re not going to deal with him,” Jinki groaned, keeping an eye on Minki and making sure to help him keep his head up.
“Just think of it as a helping hand,” Kibum grinned and paid the bill. He held his hand out for the valet ticket, knowing that Jinki had taken it and then slid out of the booth, collecting his belongings. “Oh, and a car will be waiting for you outside. Take him wherever you like. Just make sure he can turn up for work tomorrow.”
Jinki’s words disappeared into the air as the president dismissed himself. He looked down at the boy leaning against him and couldn’t help but to smile as the blond mumbled about how pretty a dress made out of rainbows could be.
---When Minki wakes up, his eyes take in the fact that they are in a car. It’s pretty much exactly like the one that they’d rode in to the restaurant but what was vibrant pink is now a pastel yellow. Besides the added color, the leather interior seems exactly the same.
“Oh, you’re up?”
That would be Jinki’s tender voice engulfing him. That must also be his arm that’s wrapped around his shoulders. He sits up slowly, his head spinning. He presses the heel of his palm to his temple and takes in a sharp breath. Jinki looks at him worried, laying the back of his hand to the boy’s forehead. Minki cringes and shies away from the contact. His body feels weird for some reason that he can’t piece together.
“I feel…hot,” he mutters, thinking aloud and frowning.
Jinki stares at him. He knows what Kibum had done for sure now. He’ll make his dongsaeng pay later by messing with him and his boyfriend. He presses the switch to bring up the dividing window, leaving the driver to his own devices and Jinki to tend to Minki.
He pulls the boy into his lap and carefully hugs his waist, getting a shudder out of the younger. He questions just how much that dosage was that he’d been slipped.
“Don’t think poorly of me, Minki-yah,” Jinki’s totally weak to the blonde’s flushed face and the light sweat breaking out over his skin. He’s going to hate himself after this because he feels like he is taking advantage of the new guy but from what he’s learned - from experience - about that little drug of Kibum’s is that there is only one way to cure the symptoms. The only issue is that even with the one sure-fire method, sometimes it takes…multiple applications for it to work.
Minki shudders again as he feels the warmth of Jinki’s palms drag up his thighs, fingers just barely grazing over the inner sides. His head falls back to the his sunbae’s shoulder and finds himself squirming under the light touch, as it makes its way up to his waist and then up his sides.
“Can you unbutton your shirt for me,” Jinki’s breath ghosts over his ear and the receiver of the message can only comply.
Jinki asks him to do it for his own sake. He knows the boy isn’t able to say no, but he’s going to be mindful of any signs of a fight the other may put up.
The older swallows thickly as the milky skin of the boy’s chest is exposed. He brushes his thick lips over his neck and slips his hands up to graze over the other’s chest. Minki arches and exhales shakily, his hands trembling as he reaches down and grips Jinki’s thighs.
Minki sits up and turns in his lap, hesitantly straddling his waist. Some of his coherent mind is still intact, or maybe it’s just the sex-driven logic that he’s going on. He takes the older man’s glasses and tries placing them on himself. He smiles when Jinki calls him cute, frowning a bit when he takes them away.
“They’ll hurt your eyes,” the CEO casually informs, tilting his head up to plant kisses along the boy’s jaw. He smiles at the feel of thin fingers gliding through his hair, until suddenly his lips are taken over by the blonde’s and it feels nice. It feels really nice. They’re both in trouble now.
Minki's shirt is hanging loose on him now and it’s kind of irritating Jinki with the way It refuses to stay out of his way as his fingers trace over the younger’s skin. Jinki brings his palms up Minki’s sides to his shoulders, slipping the shirt off of him and dropping in the seat beside them. Minki hugs his neck and lets out a small noise of disapproval as the older pulls away from the kiss, only to close his eyes and putting on a satisfied smile as those lips trail down along his neck and shoulder. Butterfly kisses are left to his collarbone. Despite how good this all feels, his body is burning up more and he feels like everything is moving too slow.
Jinki’s reflexes aren’t nearly fast enough to catch the boy as he slides off his lap, slipping himself down between his legs. His eyes look up innocently in contrast to the task his hands are working - getting Jinki’s pants down, to be exact. Jinki slips the ponytail holder out of Minki’s hair and runs his fingers through the locks, realizing it’s a lot softer than he thought it would be. He gets distracted by Minki’s hair long enough for the latter to free his half-hard cock. Jinki attention is finally back on what’s being done when the blonde’s long, thin fingers are stroking and working him up to full hardness.
The boy’s perfect little bow lips thin out around his girth. Jinki grins as he watches him try to take him whole once he’s fully hard. He thinks he puts up a cute effort. Well, it’s cute at least until Minki finally succeeds and the suction around his length makes his head spin. He begins to think that the younger is too good at this to not have done it before, especially not with the way he feels his throat constricting so easily around him. It takes a moment but it registers in the back of Jinki’s mind that he’s pretty sure he hasn’t heard Minki gag once. Now, Jinki’s not exactly hung like a porn star, but he’s been known to make even those without gag reflexes to choke.
Minki pulls off with some obscene popping noise and strings of saliva covering his bottom lip. He mutters a breathy “hyung” and, along with the look in his eyes and his flushed face, Jinki’s cock throbs in his hand. The older pulls him back into his lap with his fingers entangled tightly in his hair; Minki moans at the slight tingle the motion leaves across his scalp. Jinki kicks off his pants and boxers that are hanging around his ankles as his lips connect with Minki’s. Another rush of blood heads south for him as he runs his tongue over the boy’s now red, plump, and abused lips. He can faintly taste himself on Minki’s tongue and something about that sends his head spinning again. Jinki’s hands make quick work of the Bermuda shorts, getting them just down enough to get his hand inside.
Minki has to break away from the kiss to try and remember how to breathe. He gets absolutely no help as Jinki’s fingers find and latch onto his cock, bypassing the waistband of his boxer briefs. Jinki gets his lips around a nipple and flicks his tongue over it, sucking hard and grinning at the way Minki’s chest is pressed toward his mouth and his fingers tug at his hair. The blond is falling into a deeper haze with each passing second.
Every moment is gradually blurring together and suddenly Minki is on his back, legs around Jinki’s waist and his pants and underwear tossed somewhere in the vehicle. Jinki has one leg bent on the seat, the other hanging off as he leans down and presses another gentle kiss to abused lips. He’s been gentle this whole time and Minki’s almost at his boiling point. He was to come already but Jinki’s not rushing a thing. Minki agrees with the little voice in the back of his mind that this is both good and bad.
He’s presented with three fingers and he takes them in his mouth, laving over the digits like he’d just done between Jinki’s legs. The latter can’t help but to smile warmly at how much Minki suddenly reminds him of Kibum’s kitten with the way he’s licking. He finally pulls his hand away, deeming his fingers coated enough. He slips his hand down between his dongsaeng’s milky thighs and circles his slick fingers over his entrance. Jinki kisses him soft and deep as he pushes in his middle finger. Minki’s manicured nails press deep into his sunbae’s shoulders while his teeth tug at the man’s bottom lip. His back curves just enough away from the seat for Jinki to catch it. They both let out an involuntary groan; Jinki in response to just how tight the little blond is and Minki in response to the fact that Jinki’s finger is noticeably thicker than his own.
Minki’s still a bit tense after the first to fingers but his body practically turns to mush as Jinki’s slips in a third, the stretch and the fact that his prostate gets brushed makes him whine and cling even more to the older boy. Jinki’s right mind comes back into focus as the younger flat out begs to be fucked already, albeit a hushed plea. He doesn’t have any type of protection, but Minki doesn’t even get him a chance to voice that before he takes matters into his own hands.
He pushes Jinki until said man is lying on his back now and then he’s straddling his waist again. Without warning, he takes the well-endowed arousal pressing against his thigh into his hand, stroking it a few times before pressing the leaking head to his ring of puckered muscle. His free hand is gripping Jinki’s hip pretty damn tight as he drops his own hips, his muscles stretching wide to accept the intrusion.
Jinki holds his breath, his hands occupied with giving soothing rubs to Minki’s hips and thighs. His face is twisted up in pain but it’s obvious he’s not backing down when he starts circling his hips, broken moans slipping past his lips. Jinki moves his hands up to massage his lower back, the small smile he gets makes him think he’s helping in some way. Minki leans down for a kiss which Jinki gladly grants, the latter waiting until the younger seems more comfortable to start thrusting up into him.
The brunet swallows each moan and whimper that Minki releases, the blond having totally given up on moving on his own and letting himself repeatedly drop down on the thick cock inside him. Jinki drops one leg off the seat, firmly planting his foot, which helps him with his pace and roughness. The slight angle change results in Minki dropping his head to his hyung’s shoulder and moaning wantonly in his ear. That’s all the motivation Jinki needs; He’s obviously doing something right. He takes a tight hold on Minki’s hips and works his slow and sharp thrusts into harsh pounding. He had wanted to be gentle but the moaning and the hot vice around his cock break his self-control.
Minki comes first. He’s sitting back and desperately stroking himself when Jinki takes control of that, too. His thumb teases the slit on each upstroke until the hoobae can’t take it anymore, letting out a sharp cry of Jinki’s name - no honorific title necessary - and releasing all over said man’s hand and torso in quick, thick spurts.
His body is tingling with oversensitivity and is makes him shudder and cry out again when Jinki picks his pace back up. Thankfully, Jinki’s release isn’t too far away. Minki doesn’t let him pull out and refuses to move, his sex-driven mind kicking in again as he rocks his hips down. His walls are still as tight when he released; he’s knows how to tighten himself, but Jinki doesn’t need to know that just yet. Jinki doesn’t care anyway since it take a few circles of Minki’s hips and he finds himself throbbing against those tight walls as he paints them white.
Jinki’s trying to catch his breath when Minki’s lips find his ear. “I’m still hot,” he whispers desperately and Jinki’s mind is going hazy again.
---“WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU TWO?! I SAID HE HAD TO BE BACK THIS MORNING FOR WORK! AND THE FACT THAT YOU NEITHER OF YOU-“
“Kibum, you’re loud… Besides, this is your fault anyway.”
“I’ve used my special treat more than once. Try coming up with a reason that’ll actually work.”
Jinki sits up in bed, running his fingers through his hair and then looking down at Minki, whose head is now settled in his lap. He still sleeping peacefully and the sight strikes something up in Jinki’s chest. He strokes the boy’s hair and focuses on the wall across from him, looking at nothing in particular.
“Your measurements aren’t precise. You gave him too much.”
Kibum pauses. He gets uneasy, the only image coming to mind is that he made the boy have to go to the hospital for giving him too much. And on his first day, too.
“Just tell me he’s okay…” The blond on the other end of the line sounds panicked.
He laughs lightly, “Yeah, he’s fine. He’ll probably need a lot of sleep for the next couple of days though.”
Jinki knows Kibum well enough to know the look on his boss’ face; it’s most likely one of pure anger for putting in Kibum’s mind that he might have even killed the boy from his dosage.
“You bastard,” Kibum retorts, “Just take care of him then. I’ll give you tons of work to make up for scaring me just now and for wearing down my new employee.”
Jinki figured as much, but he smiles anyway, “Thanks, Kibummie.”
He holds back another laugh as Kibum scoffs, but he can hear the smile in his voice.
“Dammit, hyung…” He whines, “You’re welcome. Just bring him in tomorrow, okay? Just like I said I’ll get him if he hurts you, you’ll be in trouble if you don’t take care of him.”
“Thanks, Bummie,” he repeats with a soft chuckle and hears the other mutter in English about how he wants to go see his boyfriend now.
Jinki takes the initiative to hang up first, setting his phone on the nightstand. His eyes go down to Minki’s delicate form again. He’s sure he’ll be thinking Kibum even more in the future.
Author: igmyeongcheonsa
Pairing: Onew/Ren
Rating: NC-17
Legnth: 5,826 words
A/N: I have a thing for crossover fics. Lately, I've had pairings in my mind that are just that. This idea has been stuck in my head for the longest and I think it's taken me like a week and a half to finally finish it. I'm kind of proud of it...
Summary: Everyone's got an ulterior motive; some positive, some harmful. The CEO's got one that involves the new guy. The company president is willing to help him out.
Minki has a hard time with not staring at the CEO of the company he’s starting his first day for. First off, the guy doesn’t even look like he should be in the fashion industry, let alone one that’s such a big name in Korea. On the other hand, he’s heard from other interns and employees that he’s really close friends with the Owner/President. It definitely explains how someone that doesn’t seem to have any fashion sense could have such a high position in this company.
The little blond watches the man’s back profile as he leads him down the hallway to where his desk is, just outside the label head’s office. He gets to be personal assistant to the top guy and it makes him anxious. His hands were shaking for weeks when he first received the call that he’d gotten accepted for the job.
He stands and stares awkwardly at the bare wooden area and he wonders how long it’s been since someone has had the chance to settle in here. The fact that there is a very visible layer of dust over everything makes him a bit nervous. He turns to ask the brunet standing beside him when the last worker was here and then realizes he doesn’t even know his name. He had also been planning to thank him. Asking and learning his name would be a very good idea.
This is where Minki grows self-aware and his mind begins to wander again. Is he over-dressed for the job or is this hyung terribly underdressed?
Minki is standing in a pair of his favorite black Bermuda shorts - the pair that makes his thighs look thicker than they really are, a black and white tartan button-down - sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a pair of his black suede double sole shoes from Wulfrun by Underground. He’s decked out in accessories, as always. He can’t leave home without his wrists covered and a few rings. His hair is up in a ponytail, only because he’s not a big fan of putting his hair in a bun. This is comfortable to him. This is also what he pictured he should wear.
This sunbae is in a pair of light gray sweatpants and a baggy white shirt. He’s got on gray and white running shoes which are most definitely worn down from constant use. The only accessory he has on is a pair of black-framed prescription Wayfarers. His hair looks like it hasn’t been brushed lately. Minki takes notice to the fact that he smells good and when he smiles, his teeth pretty much sparkle. That suddenly outweighs everything else and all his mind can register is that the older guy is just dressed comfortably for a job that probably always has him on his feet.
“Lee Jinki,” the brunet stretches his hand toward the other, breaking him out of his thoughts.
Now, Minki has his name. He smiles and takes his sunbae’s hand, both shaking firmly; Minki has a bit of an issue shaking with a matching grip. Jinki is stronger than he looks, or at least more than that shirt allows him to tell.
“I forgot to introduce myself earlier. I apologize for that,” Jinki’s tone is soft and polite, along with the smile he gives.
The new employee is sure he forgets how to breathe for a moment. Jinki is not his type. He goes for the bolder type. Those that really make themselves standout, especially the ones that don’t even have to try. He’s handsome, Minki can admit, but everything about him just screams that Jinki just isn’t his type. But from his friends, he’s closely learned that there always seems to be an exception to what you’re typically attracted to. His childhood friend Jonghyun and his boyfriend, Chanyeol, are a really good example, mainly because Minki is pretty sure that Jonghyun was never going to date a guy let alone one that’s… Well, the epitome of whatever Chanyeol is. On the other hand, Chanyeol is that mix of manly and cute that’s hard to deny, which his best friend is obviously weak for.
Minki questions whether the man… whether Jinki knows his name.
“I’m Choi Minki. What do I call you?”
“Daepyoisa-nim,” he replies, “Or Lee-nim would probably be easier.”
He laughs here and Minki can’t fight the quiet one that bubbles inside him. Jinki doesn’t find it weird or anything, instead he just smiles more. It’s like he welcomes it more than anything else. Maybe he’s the type that likes a relaxing environment. It seems a bit uptight throughout the office, which Minki’s learned through the tours he had to take all during the previous week. This is the first that he’s ever experienced a tense yet playful atmosphere.
“You can come to me any time you need help, okay? My office is just down the hall,” Jinki doesn’t really seem like the type to ever stop smiling.
Not that Minki minds. Jinki’s smile makes him feel all warm inside, and it’s like that fuzzy warmth that everyone talks about in those sappy romance movies. He also vaguely remembers that feeling from when he thought he’d fallen in love for the first time, which happened twice. They made better friends than significant others. He’s okay with that, and it just makes him realize that he has yet to really fall in love. He hasn’t found any shame in that so far.
Minki finally gets himself together, responding with a sweet smile of his own and a slight nod. He bows, not too much but enough to show his respect as he finally gets out a “thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Jinki gestures to the office door to his left, “Now, let’s introduce you to the owner of this all, okay?”
He also tries to reassure the younger boy with yet another smile because there’s no way he couldn’t catch the look of anxiousness that shot through Minki’s features in that split second. Minki looks at him and audibly tries to get air back into his lungs. Jinki’s chuckle that follows makes him feel warm and fuzzy again and he’s suddenly feeling just courageous enough to meet his actual boss face-to-face. His feet carry him the necessary steps to the office door, Jinki sparing him a glance before knocking lightly on the thick wood and then guiding him the rest of the way inside.
The office is a lot bigger than Minki even fathomed it would be. It’s so spacious that he’s sure it could almost pass as an apartment. There isn’t much furniture decorating the place, just papers scattered here and there. It’s extremely tidy besides the top of the guy’s desk. The bookshelf is neat and there isn’t a speck of dust or dirt to be found. Minki’s sure that every corner of the room would probably squeak if he ran his fingers over it. It’s like a moment in a cartoon where something is so clean that it just sparkles, sound effects included.
There’s a thin figure standing at the floor-to-ceiling bay windows that fill the wall behind the desk. They’re the only source of natural light, and it seems the only source of light during the day considering every other light in the office is off and unplugged.
When he turns around, Minki feels slightly relieved in what he chose to wear to work today because his boss is in something pretty similar. The blond, of about the same shade, in front of him is wearing an oversized black knitted sweater, red and black tartan printed pants, and the shoes are the same except the older blond has a triple sole. He’s got accessories, nowhere near as many as Minki but enough to accent his attire. He’s got on a pair of glasses like Jinki’s but, from what Minki can tell, the frame doesn’t have any lenses. His hair is a bit messy but it’s only to that point where it’s considered teased instead of bedhead.
“Kibummie-ah, this is your new assistant, Choi Minki.”
Jinki’s voice snaps the new employee out of another daze. He realizes now that this Kibum has been eyeing him up and down. Minki also realizes that not only is Jinki not using respective titles, but he’s also using a nickname. Just how close are these two? Minki feels a sudden air of jealousy rising in him and he mindlessly waves a hand in the air as if to sweep it all away.
Kibum raises a brow and steps around his desk toward the pair. He spares a glance to his CEO and quickly returns his gaze to his fellow blond. “Hyung, is this the one that you’ve been talking so much about lately?”
Minki catches the faint red that creeps up on the man at his side’s cheeks. He can’t help but to wonder why that is, although he knows this is no place to voice it. So, he just keeps that thought quiet.
Jinki eventually nods and turns so he’s facing them both, “His application was a lot like your previous assistants’ but from his hobbies and extracurricular activities, I feel like your tastes are pretty similar.”
“You actually looked into that this time,” Kibum questions with a slight smirk, “I wonder if you just picked him because he’s really your taste, hyung.”
There’s another blush filling his cheeks. It’s more prominent this time because, for some reason, the previous one has yet to disperse.
“You’re pretty,” the older blond states to the younger, “I’m giving you a heads up, okay?” He doesn’t even bother waiting for a reply as he continues, “You’re just Jinki-hyung’s type, from what I can tell so far. I don’t mind you dating him or anything, but he’s not going to ask you out. He’s not that kind of guy. Just do not break his heart or I will ruin your life for good, understand?”
Minki deadpans and suddenly he wants to cry. Okay, so his mind had possibly gone to the idea of spending off-the-clock time with his tour guide for the day, but he hadn’t thought of it seriously. A relationship with him wasn’t something he was considering after fifteen minutes of awkward greetings in the lobby and about an hour and a half of his nth tour of this building. Leaving out the twenty minutes to get to the floor his desk and their offices were on.
Now, he’s kind of considering it. Despite the terrifying threat just now, his mind can’t help but to go there.
Kibum smiles at the look in Minki’s eyes. He feels no shame for scaring the boy, which was obvious in his face a few moments ago, because he feels like a matchmaker instead. Either his hyung is going to get laid or there’s a potential relationship in the works. Kibum is honestly hoping for both.
---By the time about half of the office is moving about for their lunch break, Minki has already cleaned his desk off. There’s not a speck of dust to be found and he feels proud of himself. He takes a seat in his desk chair and can’t believe that it took him about two hours to thoroughly clean and sanitize his work area. Just as his stomach growls, Kibum calls him into his office. He replies back on the intercom, half to just let the other know he’s there and half to let him know he’s on his way.
He tucks some stray platinum strands behind his ear as he walks through the open door. Kibum is leaning back against his desk. He’s having some discussion with Jinki, who is already inside, sitting in the single chair beside the bookcase. The older of the two has a book in his hand, but Minki doesn’t even try to read the small script of the cover to figure out the title. He’s sure it has no relevance to him anyway.
Kibum finally notices him and waves him over, giving him a curious look, “Why are you all the way over there?”
Minki resists the urge to shrug, knowing how disrespectful it can appear to others. He strolls over and stands near the two, close enough that he could try and read the title of the book now, not that he bothers.
“How can I be of assistance,” he finally speaks up and chokes on his breath at the look he gets.
“I appreciate you being respectful and all, but talking to me like that makes me a bit uncomfortable,” Kibum’s blunt, as usual. Jinki is hoping that it’s not something that will eventually cause Minki to try and run from his job. Kibum’s bluntness can get a bit scary sometimes. Like earlier, for instance…
“Just ask me what I need or what I want you to do. You’re allowed to be at least a little casual with me,” Kibum adds.
“But you still have to be extremely mindful with him,” Jinki cuts in, placing a bookmark and looking up at Minki, “He’s always liable to snap if you say something wrong, even if you don’t mean it.”
“How dare you,” Kibum feels the need to kick Jinki in the shin, but he just turns his attention to Minki instead, “Don’t mind the old man. We’re going out to lunch and, as my assistant, you tag along.”
Minki’s not the most talkative person, but he has his moments where he likes to talk. To say the least, he feels he’s not going to get that chance working at this fashion label.
“I understand,” he spits out lamely.
“You can eat whatever you want, I’ll pay for it, okay,” the president leans up from his desk, moving to grab his tablet, “You’re still on the clock during our lunch, you just don’t get paid for it.”
“Kibum,” Jinki attempts to scold but knows it just falls on deaf ears, which is nothing new. He sighs and stands up, “Let’s get going then.”
---They arrive at the restaurant and despite having a driver bring them, Minki becomes responsible for handling the valet ticket. The task doesn’t seem that big of a deal, but when his job is actually put on the line, it feels like a life or death mission. Jinki takes the pressure off of him by secretly taking the ticket for him. The young boy can’t say no to the smiling face that makes the offer and just hopes and prays that his job won’t go to the sewers after a few hours and a lunch break.
Kibum tells the hostess that they’ll have their regular table and Minki follows his hyungs through the elegant and spacious restaurant. The assistant can’t help but to notice how everyone seems to be in suit and tie attire and some of the women in cocktail dresses and high heels. It’s only two in the afternoon, but it feels like it’s evening from his surroundings. Not to mention the few he spotted that are most definitely drunk with the way they’re chatting away, at the bar and some of the nearby tables. The incessant touching and groping isn’t hidden at all by the short tablecloths. Maybe his bosses come here because they like to people watch. This restaurant seems like it’d be a very good place for just that.
They take their seats and Minki sets his tablet and smartphone to the side near the window so his hands are free to look over the menu. He can’t help but to take notice to the shadow that fills his peripheral view. It’s obviously not Kibum because when he looks up, he sees said man sitting across from him. He grows nervous as he turns his head and his mind declares that it most definitely is Jinki sitting on his side of the booth. They give each other a sheepish smile and neither of them misses the triumphant one on Kibum’s face.
“So, tell us about you,” Kibum states, eyes on his menu for a brief moment before it’s obvious he’s decided what he wants. He brings his gaze up to look at his employee.
Minki falters on his own history and even his name. This is the first time he’s ever really felt intimidated by someone. He clears his throat and proceeds the best he can.
“I grew up in Busan and moved to Seoul with a couple friends of mine a year and a half ago. I was interested in fashion even when I was younger. My friends tell me my motto is somewhere along the lines of ‘Go big or go home,’ even though I don’t personally think that’s it.”
“Oh, what would you say it is then,” Kibum cuts in.
He pauses and tries to think of something legit because he honestly has never even had a life motto. He finds them ridiculous most of the time. He ends up replying with the first one that comes to mind,
“Make a statement and sign your name.”
Kibum looks pleased. Minki notices Lee-nim’s lips turn up into a soft smile. He decides to go on.
“I live with my two best friends. There were five of us at first, but one moved out…and another to live with his new wife-“
“Why’d the first roommate move out,” Kibum cut in again.
Minki grew uncomfortable all of a sudden. Jinki made a plea to Kibum when he noticed the look, but the man in charge completely ignored it.
“He… He did it out of spite,” the youngest spoke up, his statement sounding as a question and his voice cracking as the memories of the day rushed back,
“We were dating at the time. He let one of his hyungs get him drunk and then he cheated on me. He didn’t apologize or anything… He didn’t want to see my face anymore because it made him feel guilty…”
“It still bothers you?”
“Kind of, but we’re at least friends now. We just weren’t meant to be together…”
“Kibum,” Jinki clears his throat and gets said man’s attention this time. The other looks down at the table, the look his hyung gives him makes him feel really bad for intruding on personal territory like that. It doesn’t last long because soon he’s making it worse.
“Jinki-hyung has been through something similar. He had his heart broken some years back in kind of the same way-“
“Kibum,” the subject of the conversation raised his voice just enough to get the speaker to shut up.
An awkward silence settled, at least for the side of the booth with two occupants. The waiter came up and the air lightened up a bit. Drink orders and food orders were placed and then quiet ensued once more.
Not much had been said while they waited for their food and drinks, and everyone had only grown quieter after they’d arrived. Jinki excused himself to go to the restroom just before the waiter came back with their orders. Minki glanced up when he noticed Kibum reaching across the table for Jinki’s drink. He opened his mouth to say something, but kept quiet after the look he received. He went back to working on appointments and schedules on both his tablet and phone, oblivious to what the older was up to.
Everything seemed fine and normal after Jinki got back. They ate and discussed in more detail about what the assistant would be required to do and what was expected, this time from the mouth of man that he was assisting.
Minki’s head started to go a bit cloudy just as he was beginning to talk more about himself and he was growing worried. He was sure he didn’t order anything alcoholic and he wasn’t allergic to anything. He wasn’t feeling nauseous so it wasn’t food poisoning.
He heard the brunet’s voice scolding his dongsaeng again, but he wasn’t sure what he was actually saying. What he did catch though was the other saying something about how he just “really wanted to try it out.”
“But you’re not going to deal with him,” Jinki groaned, keeping an eye on Minki and making sure to help him keep his head up.
“Just think of it as a helping hand,” Kibum grinned and paid the bill. He held his hand out for the valet ticket, knowing that Jinki had taken it and then slid out of the booth, collecting his belongings. “Oh, and a car will be waiting for you outside. Take him wherever you like. Just make sure he can turn up for work tomorrow.”
Jinki’s words disappeared into the air as the president dismissed himself. He looked down at the boy leaning against him and couldn’t help but to smile as the blond mumbled about how pretty a dress made out of rainbows could be.
---When Minki wakes up, his eyes take in the fact that they are in a car. It’s pretty much exactly like the one that they’d rode in to the restaurant but what was vibrant pink is now a pastel yellow. Besides the added color, the leather interior seems exactly the same.
“Oh, you’re up?”
That would be Jinki’s tender voice engulfing him. That must also be his arm that’s wrapped around his shoulders. He sits up slowly, his head spinning. He presses the heel of his palm to his temple and takes in a sharp breath. Jinki looks at him worried, laying the back of his hand to the boy’s forehead. Minki cringes and shies away from the contact. His body feels weird for some reason that he can’t piece together.
“I feel…hot,” he mutters, thinking aloud and frowning.
Jinki stares at him. He knows what Kibum had done for sure now. He’ll make his dongsaeng pay later by messing with him and his boyfriend. He presses the switch to bring up the dividing window, leaving the driver to his own devices and Jinki to tend to Minki.
He pulls the boy into his lap and carefully hugs his waist, getting a shudder out of the younger. He questions just how much that dosage was that he’d been slipped.
“Don’t think poorly of me, Minki-yah,” Jinki’s totally weak to the blonde’s flushed face and the light sweat breaking out over his skin. He’s going to hate himself after this because he feels like he is taking advantage of the new guy but from what he’s learned - from experience - about that little drug of Kibum’s is that there is only one way to cure the symptoms. The only issue is that even with the one sure-fire method, sometimes it takes…multiple applications for it to work.
Minki shudders again as he feels the warmth of Jinki’s palms drag up his thighs, fingers just barely grazing over the inner sides. His head falls back to the his sunbae’s shoulder and finds himself squirming under the light touch, as it makes its way up to his waist and then up his sides.
“Can you unbutton your shirt for me,” Jinki’s breath ghosts over his ear and the receiver of the message can only comply.
Jinki asks him to do it for his own sake. He knows the boy isn’t able to say no, but he’s going to be mindful of any signs of a fight the other may put up.
The older swallows thickly as the milky skin of the boy’s chest is exposed. He brushes his thick lips over his neck and slips his hands up to graze over the other’s chest. Minki arches and exhales shakily, his hands trembling as he reaches down and grips Jinki’s thighs.
Minki sits up and turns in his lap, hesitantly straddling his waist. Some of his coherent mind is still intact, or maybe it’s just the sex-driven logic that he’s going on. He takes the older man’s glasses and tries placing them on himself. He smiles when Jinki calls him cute, frowning a bit when he takes them away.
“They’ll hurt your eyes,” the CEO casually informs, tilting his head up to plant kisses along the boy’s jaw. He smiles at the feel of thin fingers gliding through his hair, until suddenly his lips are taken over by the blonde’s and it feels nice. It feels really nice. They’re both in trouble now.
Minki's shirt is hanging loose on him now and it’s kind of irritating Jinki with the way It refuses to stay out of his way as his fingers trace over the younger’s skin. Jinki brings his palms up Minki’s sides to his shoulders, slipping the shirt off of him and dropping in the seat beside them. Minki hugs his neck and lets out a small noise of disapproval as the older pulls away from the kiss, only to close his eyes and putting on a satisfied smile as those lips trail down along his neck and shoulder. Butterfly kisses are left to his collarbone. Despite how good this all feels, his body is burning up more and he feels like everything is moving too slow.
Jinki’s reflexes aren’t nearly fast enough to catch the boy as he slides off his lap, slipping himself down between his legs. His eyes look up innocently in contrast to the task his hands are working - getting Jinki’s pants down, to be exact. Jinki slips the ponytail holder out of Minki’s hair and runs his fingers through the locks, realizing it’s a lot softer than he thought it would be. He gets distracted by Minki’s hair long enough for the latter to free his half-hard cock. Jinki attention is finally back on what’s being done when the blonde’s long, thin fingers are stroking and working him up to full hardness.
The boy’s perfect little bow lips thin out around his girth. Jinki grins as he watches him try to take him whole once he’s fully hard. He thinks he puts up a cute effort. Well, it’s cute at least until Minki finally succeeds and the suction around his length makes his head spin. He begins to think that the younger is too good at this to not have done it before, especially not with the way he feels his throat constricting so easily around him. It takes a moment but it registers in the back of Jinki’s mind that he’s pretty sure he hasn’t heard Minki gag once. Now, Jinki’s not exactly hung like a porn star, but he’s been known to make even those without gag reflexes to choke.
Minki pulls off with some obscene popping noise and strings of saliva covering his bottom lip. He mutters a breathy “hyung” and, along with the look in his eyes and his flushed face, Jinki’s cock throbs in his hand. The older pulls him back into his lap with his fingers entangled tightly in his hair; Minki moans at the slight tingle the motion leaves across his scalp. Jinki kicks off his pants and boxers that are hanging around his ankles as his lips connect with Minki’s. Another rush of blood heads south for him as he runs his tongue over the boy’s now red, plump, and abused lips. He can faintly taste himself on Minki’s tongue and something about that sends his head spinning again. Jinki’s hands make quick work of the Bermuda shorts, getting them just down enough to get his hand inside.
Minki has to break away from the kiss to try and remember how to breathe. He gets absolutely no help as Jinki’s fingers find and latch onto his cock, bypassing the waistband of his boxer briefs. Jinki gets his lips around a nipple and flicks his tongue over it, sucking hard and grinning at the way Minki’s chest is pressed toward his mouth and his fingers tug at his hair. The blond is falling into a deeper haze with each passing second.
Every moment is gradually blurring together and suddenly Minki is on his back, legs around Jinki’s waist and his pants and underwear tossed somewhere in the vehicle. Jinki has one leg bent on the seat, the other hanging off as he leans down and presses another gentle kiss to abused lips. He’s been gentle this whole time and Minki’s almost at his boiling point. He was to come already but Jinki’s not rushing a thing. Minki agrees with the little voice in the back of his mind that this is both good and bad.
He’s presented with three fingers and he takes them in his mouth, laving over the digits like he’d just done between Jinki’s legs. The latter can’t help but to smile warmly at how much Minki suddenly reminds him of Kibum’s kitten with the way he’s licking. He finally pulls his hand away, deeming his fingers coated enough. He slips his hand down between his dongsaeng’s milky thighs and circles his slick fingers over his entrance. Jinki kisses him soft and deep as he pushes in his middle finger. Minki’s manicured nails press deep into his sunbae’s shoulders while his teeth tug at the man’s bottom lip. His back curves just enough away from the seat for Jinki to catch it. They both let out an involuntary groan; Jinki in response to just how tight the little blond is and Minki in response to the fact that Jinki’s finger is noticeably thicker than his own.
Minki’s still a bit tense after the first to fingers but his body practically turns to mush as Jinki’s slips in a third, the stretch and the fact that his prostate gets brushed makes him whine and cling even more to the older boy. Jinki’s right mind comes back into focus as the younger flat out begs to be fucked already, albeit a hushed plea. He doesn’t have any type of protection, but Minki doesn’t even get him a chance to voice that before he takes matters into his own hands.
He pushes Jinki until said man is lying on his back now and then he’s straddling his waist again. Without warning, he takes the well-endowed arousal pressing against his thigh into his hand, stroking it a few times before pressing the leaking head to his ring of puckered muscle. His free hand is gripping Jinki’s hip pretty damn tight as he drops his own hips, his muscles stretching wide to accept the intrusion.
Jinki holds his breath, his hands occupied with giving soothing rubs to Minki’s hips and thighs. His face is twisted up in pain but it’s obvious he’s not backing down when he starts circling his hips, broken moans slipping past his lips. Jinki moves his hands up to massage his lower back, the small smile he gets makes him think he’s helping in some way. Minki leans down for a kiss which Jinki gladly grants, the latter waiting until the younger seems more comfortable to start thrusting up into him.
The brunet swallows each moan and whimper that Minki releases, the blond having totally given up on moving on his own and letting himself repeatedly drop down on the thick cock inside him. Jinki drops one leg off the seat, firmly planting his foot, which helps him with his pace and roughness. The slight angle change results in Minki dropping his head to his hyung’s shoulder and moaning wantonly in his ear. That’s all the motivation Jinki needs; He’s obviously doing something right. He takes a tight hold on Minki’s hips and works his slow and sharp thrusts into harsh pounding. He had wanted to be gentle but the moaning and the hot vice around his cock break his self-control.
Minki comes first. He’s sitting back and desperately stroking himself when Jinki takes control of that, too. His thumb teases the slit on each upstroke until the hoobae can’t take it anymore, letting out a sharp cry of Jinki’s name - no honorific title necessary - and releasing all over said man’s hand and torso in quick, thick spurts.
His body is tingling with oversensitivity and is makes him shudder and cry out again when Jinki picks his pace back up. Thankfully, Jinki’s release isn’t too far away. Minki doesn’t let him pull out and refuses to move, his sex-driven mind kicking in again as he rocks his hips down. His walls are still as tight when he released; he’s knows how to tighten himself, but Jinki doesn’t need to know that just yet. Jinki doesn’t care anyway since it take a few circles of Minki’s hips and he finds himself throbbing against those tight walls as he paints them white.
Jinki’s trying to catch his breath when Minki’s lips find his ear. “I’m still hot,” he whispers desperately and Jinki’s mind is going hazy again.
---“WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU TWO?! I SAID HE HAD TO BE BACK THIS MORNING FOR WORK! AND THE FACT THAT YOU NEITHER OF YOU-“
“Kibum, you’re loud… Besides, this is your fault anyway.”
“I’ve used my special treat more than once. Try coming up with a reason that’ll actually work.”
Jinki sits up in bed, running his fingers through his hair and then looking down at Minki, whose head is now settled in his lap. He still sleeping peacefully and the sight strikes something up in Jinki’s chest. He strokes the boy’s hair and focuses on the wall across from him, looking at nothing in particular.
“Your measurements aren’t precise. You gave him too much.”
Kibum pauses. He gets uneasy, the only image coming to mind is that he made the boy have to go to the hospital for giving him too much. And on his first day, too.
“Just tell me he’s okay…” The blond on the other end of the line sounds panicked.
He laughs lightly, “Yeah, he’s fine. He’ll probably need a lot of sleep for the next couple of days though.”
Jinki knows Kibum well enough to know the look on his boss’ face; it’s most likely one of pure anger for putting in Kibum’s mind that he might have even killed the boy from his dosage.
“You bastard,” Kibum retorts, “Just take care of him then. I’ll give you tons of work to make up for scaring me just now and for wearing down my new employee.”
Jinki figured as much, but he smiles anyway, “Thanks, Kibummie.”
He holds back another laugh as Kibum scoffs, but he can hear the smile in his voice.
“Dammit, hyung…” He whines, “You’re welcome. Just bring him in tomorrow, okay? Just like I said I’ll get him if he hurts you, you’ll be in trouble if you don’t take care of him.”
“Thanks, Bummie,” he repeats with a soft chuckle and hears the other mutter in English about how he wants to go see his boyfriend now.
Jinki takes the initiative to hang up first, setting his phone on the nightstand. His eyes go down to Minki’s delicate form again. He’s sure he’ll be thinking Kibum even more in the future.