[Ryopi] Desk Work
Title: Desk Work
Author: Kamika Farinas, aka tinyangl
Rating: NC-17 (For real this time. @.@)
Words: 2442
Pairing: Nishikido Ryo/Yamashita Tomohisa (Ryopi) with a HINT of Pin.
Summary: AU. Phonesex? Whoa. Ryo laughs, "No, but I can definitely make it worth your while."
A/N: 4_03_am is such an enabler. Talking to her makes me want to write SO MANY DIFFERENT STORIES. And this is one of them. Basically, we got the idea when we saw this picture and wondered what kind of office fanfic we could make up. This... Was one of them. Mind you, this is my FIRST TIME WRITING PORN. So yes, do excuse the suckage for that area. *coughs* However, do enjoy in the long run. I had a BLAST writing this. Also, unbeta-ed so excuse any mistakes. (Comments are love. @.@)
"Yamashita-kun, the report at 1, please," and that was all the phone call was about. Yamapi nearly slams the phone down in fury (but manages to withhold the urge, thankfully) as he mocks his boss' voice, "At one, Yamashita-kun." He groans and resists from banging his head repeatedly against the table. "That's EXACTLY what I'm trying to do. I don't need you, of all people, to remind me," he mutters to himself. He starts typing away and watches as word after word scrolled on the screen and while none of it is making sense in his head, he hopes it would make sense in the long run. The phone rings beside him and Yamapi stares at it and almost doesn't answer, but ends up doing so in case it was his damn boss, Akanishi again. "Hello?" he asks, resting the phone between his shoulder and head, still typing.
"Pi?" the voice filters in and Yamapi groans loudly.
"Ryo, now is REALLY not a good time," Yamapi complains.
"Nice greeting," Ryo snarks, "I call you in between my BUSY schedule and all you do is complain? I see how it is."
Yamapi sighs, "Okay, what do you want?"
"A little better, but not by much," Ryo says, "What if this call ended up being the MOST important thing of your entire life?"
Yamapi raises an eyebrow and stops typing, leaning against his elbow and holding the phone properly with his right hand, "Is it?"
Ryo laughs, "No, but I can definitely make it worth your while."
"How so?"
"I'm unbuttoning your shirt slowly, looking up at you with lusty eyes," Ryo starts and then pauses when he asks, "You ARE wearing a buttoned-down shirt, right? Like always?"
Yamapi blinks, "Ryo, you're not really going to do this now, are you?"
"Just answer the question," Ryo snaps.
Knowing that Ryo probably wouldn't let go of the topic, Yamapi sighs before saying, "Yes, I am."
Ryo's grinning on the other line, "Good. So...What was I saying? Right. Lusty eyes. I haven't touched you yet, not even a kiss but we're both yearning for it. I still take my time, taking every bit of you in and I swear that you're shaking under my touch."
Yamapi shifts uncomfortably in his chair, "Ryo, Seriously. Not the right time. I have a report due today," and he tries to concentrate on the said report that he's supposed to be writing, and his fingers are typing but he's not really sure anymore what he's ACTUALLY writing.
Ryo goes, "SHHH," and continues, "I finally slide the shirt off one shoulder, lightly leaving one kiss there, and then doing the same with the other. Your shirt flutters to the ground as I take it off you and you're standing in front of me half naked and I can't resist anymore and I kiss you, yanking you towards me, and-"
"ENOUGH, RYO." Yamapi snaps, being loud enough to call attention to him. Yamapi apologizes by nodding his head to each of them (or tries to anyway), and whispers into the phone, whining, "Can't we save this for LATER?"
Ryo snaps, "No! I want to do this now. So shut up and let me!" Yamapi groans low, crossing his legs in hopes that the throbbing will stop and furiously tries to ignore Ryo's sharp and captivating voice as he tries hard to concentrate on the impending hour deadline. (He can't even HANG UP because then that'd just have Ryo calling the office repeatedly, and the last time that had happened, one of his co-workers had picked up the phone to find a very pissed and VERY horny Ryo at the other end.) "We kiss and it's sloppy and rough and I've shoved you against the nearest wall and one of my hands is tangled in your hair, yanking it towards me lightly, while the other is quickly trying to take off your pants. I manage to slide the pants off of you and in that time, you've already taken my shirt off and working on my pants. But your tongue distracts me and-"
"You make us sound like a bad harlequin novel. I thought you could do better than that," Yamapi snarks, interrupting and doing whatever it took to distract Ryo from continuing what he was doing and making Yamapi lose control there and then.
Ryo snorts, "Let's see you do better, ass." All Yamapi could do was give an annoyed grunt and the sound of clacking keys tells Ryo what was wrong. Laughing, Ryo taunts, "Oh, that's right, Tomohisa's at WORK. Of course, he couldn't multi-task and help pleasure his boyfriend while typing out a report that's probably second nature for him to write."
"Asshole," Yamapi snaps and pauses in his typing. "Fine. You know I can't fucking turn down a challenge." He adjusts the phone on his shoulder and continues typing, vowing that he can get this report written and that he can beat Ryo at his own game. He starts to whisper, "I'm rushing to take off your pants and we suddenly shift as I take control of the situation. I lean forward and I'm trying hard to taste every little bit of you. One of my hands has started unbuttoning your pants and our feet are moving unconsciously, but we thankfully crash into the bed nearby. You're half-sprawled on the bed and I stop in my actions just to take YOU in. With the room shrouded in darkness and the only hint of light is the bit peeking through the curtains, and the only thing in the room that glows is you. You look at me with yearning and I can't hold back the growl in the back of my throat. You smirk at me and lean up to take one of my nipples into your mouth and you swirl your tongue around the nub and I can't take you teasing me like that. I push you back onto the bed and reciprocate the action, and I like having you underneath my lips, and I'm the one who's trailing kisses down your chest, placing light nips here and there."
The groan on the other lines tells him that he's succeeding in his tease, however, Yamapi realizes that he's only causing himself to get harder. He's starting to sweat and he pushes the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, trying to get at least a LITTLE comfortable in the awkward situation he's gotten himself into. Licking his lips, Yamapi takes a breathe before continuing.
"I don't even bother unzippering and just shove my hand inside your boxers, palming your member and pumping it, not even bothering with anything else. We're both too far into this to actually care, and I am trailing small kisses and sucking at every little bit of skin on your neck and shoulders and everywhere possible. Hearing you moan and groan in reaction makes me shudder and I fiercely capture your lips with mine. You're writhing under my hold and I press you down on the bed with my free hand, trying to get you to stop shaking so much." Yamapi pauses a little here, trying to loosen his tie, and since when was it so HOT in this office? Ryo's annoyed groan brings him back and Yamapi continues speaking as well as typing. "I can tell that you're getting close to the edge. You've started repeating my name over and over again, one after the other and I take one final stroke and - FUCK!" Yamapi yelps as he sees the glowing light on his phone, indicating another call. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'll fucking be right back," he hisses (ignoring ONCE again, the strange looks from his co-workers.)
"Wait, WHAT-" goes Ryo's indignant voice as Yamapi switches to the other caller.
Clearing his throat, Yamapi tries hard to sound professional, "Yamashita Tomohisa, who am I talking to?"
"Yamashita-kun, I KNOW you're not wasting away your precious time on personal phone calls, am I correct?" It's Akanishi and Yamapi swears up a storm in his head and contemplating ways in how to murder the man without getting caught.
"No, sir," Yamapi lies easily, "I'm actually almost done with the report. You will definitely have it on your desk by 1."
Akanishi stays silent for a few seconds, just breathing into the phone and Yamapi swears that each second feels like an hour. "Okay then," Akanishi finally says, "I'll see you at 1."
Yamapi quickly rushes out, "Yes, sir. At one!" And before either of them can blink, Yamapi's already hung up on his boss and returned to the call with Ryo. "Ryo?" he asks tentatively.
"Hmm?" A satisfied-sounding Ryo replies.
Yamapi nearly smacks his legs against the table as he jumps up, pissed. Everyone's eyes are on him and all they hear is a loud "Fucker!" coming from the young office worker. Yamapi ignores the looks from his co-workers and proceeds to complain to Ryo. "Did you ACTUALLY finish without me?" he hisses into the phone, pressing it against his ear and sitting back down, leaning forward to hide his anger and to keep the conversation at least a little private some more.
Ryo's languid voice filters through the phone, "'Snot my fault you had another call."
"You, FUCKER. You're all fucking satisfied now, but I'm still horny as hell and no sight of release! The least you could've done was waited for me to come back," Yamapi complains, rushing to type some more and glancing at the time repeatedly, after seeing that he only has 10 minutes left.
"What was I going to do? That last one got me. You're REALLY good at this, by the way. We should do this more often." Ryo says, his voice filled with pride.
Yamapi's eyebrows furrow and he starts growling through the phone, "You get all the freaking benefits, where does this leave me?"
"...With a pleased boyfriend?" Ryo asks cheekily.
"I'll get you next time, you hear me?" Yamapi warns, trying hard not to start screaming profenities again.
Ryo snorts at this. "Yeah, where? You know the director has you banned from set at all times, after that LAST fiasco. He even takes my PHONE away from me when I'm there."
Yamapi glares, "And whose fault was THAT, I might add?"
"Eh," Ryo says, shrugging, not wanting to get into this again. "Maybe you should go back to working?" he suggests, his voice filled with faked innocence.
Again, Yamapi feel like taking the phone and smashing against the table in frustration, "What do you think I've been doin this entire time?!"
Ryo pauses. "Getting your horny boyfriend utterly pleased and quite surprised by your new-found talent," he answers happily.
Yamapi pulls the phone away from him, staring at it increduously before slamming the receiver back into the slot. "FUCK YOU," he hisses at the phone (ignoring the fact that Ryo probably couldn't hear him cursing at him at this point, but it was the thought that counted), and returning his attention to the task at hand. He realizes that he's just about done and rushes to print it out, not forgetting to grab a folder to hide his still throbbing erection. At least with all the activity, he had... somewhat forgotten it. ...Mildly. ...Oh, hell, he just wanted to get home already. He enters Akanishi's office JUST as the clock switches to 1 o'clock and Akanishi looks mildly impressed.
"I'm glad to see you made it in time, Yamashita-kun," he says, taking the report from Yamapi's out-stretched hand. "Why don't you take a seat?" he asks, indicating the empty seat in front of Akanishi's desk. Yamapi struggles with the decision to just excuse himself and run to the bathroom and get his boss pissed or just to sit there for AT LEAST 5 minutes (he hopes anyway) and THEN be free to just GO HOME and screw Ryo until his brain turns to mush. The decision comes easily and Yamapi takes a seat in the empty chair, conveniently situating the folder on his lap.
"Yes, sir?" Yamapi asks, his voice trying to stay steady.
Akanishi sighs as he starts to read the report, but he talks about something entirely different, "I hope you will not use the company phone for personal matters again. You've worked here for 2 years now, Yamashita-kun and I'd rather not fire you over something so inane."
Yamapi nods vigorously. This was only going to be a small lecture, and Yamapi thought he could manipulate his way to leaving quicker. "I'm sorry, sir," Yamapi starts, "But that had just been my mother. Apparently my father collapsed again."
Akanishi looks up from the paper in confusion, "Isn't this the third time this month already? It's only been two weeks."
Yamapi nods slowly and puts a face of misery on, trying to sell his part, "Yes, sir. He's very sick, you see. And my mom likes to update me almost every day. And usually the conversations take a long-" By this point, Yamapi notices that the expression on Akanishi's face has changed from one of boredom to one of utter amusement. His story could NOT be that pleasant so Yamapi decides to ask, "Sir, is... Is something funny?"
Akanishi suddenly looks up, his eyes shiny with amusement. "Oh, nothing much, Yamashita-kun." He closes the report in front of him and hands it to Yamapi. "However," he says, "You're going to have to reprint this."
Yamapi takes the folder from Akanishi, stunned and can't help but blurt out, "BUT why?!"
Grinning, Akanishi takes it back and opens to the page he had had it opened to, "Because I'm fairly certain that the person reading this would not like to hear of you 'shoving your hands into someone's boxers and-'" Akanishi is cut off when the file is suddenly snatched from the table and Yamapi is scanning it to see if he had ACTUALLY typed that and he curses himself for making such an idiotic move. Akanishi smirks, "So do edit it a little and make sure you don't leave little tidbits like that in the report and be back in half an hour." Not able to say a word after that embarrassing move, Yamapi nods, bows and heads for the door.
"Oh, and Yamashita-kun?" Yamapi turns around slowly, only to find his boss grinning at him with his head leaning against his propped right hand. "Next time you have phone sex in my office, do be considerate and invite me to join. It's the least you can do."
Author: Kamika Farinas, aka tinyangl
Rating: NC-17 (For real this time. @.@)
Words: 2442
Pairing: Nishikido Ryo/Yamashita Tomohisa (Ryopi) with a HINT of Pin.
Summary: AU. Phonesex? Whoa. Ryo laughs, "No, but I can definitely make it worth your while."
A/N: 4_03_am is such an enabler. Talking to her makes me want to write SO MANY DIFFERENT STORIES. And this is one of them. Basically, we got the idea when we saw this picture and wondered what kind of office fanfic we could make up. This... Was one of them. Mind you, this is my FIRST TIME WRITING PORN. So yes, do excuse the suckage for that area. *coughs* However, do enjoy in the long run. I had a BLAST writing this. Also, unbeta-ed so excuse any mistakes. (Comments are love. @.@)
"Yamashita-kun, the report at 1, please," and that was all the phone call was about. Yamapi nearly slams the phone down in fury (but manages to withhold the urge, thankfully) as he mocks his boss' voice, "At one, Yamashita-kun." He groans and resists from banging his head repeatedly against the table. "That's EXACTLY what I'm trying to do. I don't need you, of all people, to remind me," he mutters to himself. He starts typing away and watches as word after word scrolled on the screen and while none of it is making sense in his head, he hopes it would make sense in the long run. The phone rings beside him and Yamapi stares at it and almost doesn't answer, but ends up doing so in case it was his damn boss, Akanishi again. "Hello?" he asks, resting the phone between his shoulder and head, still typing.
"Pi?" the voice filters in and Yamapi groans loudly.
"Ryo, now is REALLY not a good time," Yamapi complains.
"Nice greeting," Ryo snarks, "I call you in between my BUSY schedule and all you do is complain? I see how it is."
Yamapi sighs, "Okay, what do you want?"
"A little better, but not by much," Ryo says, "What if this call ended up being the MOST important thing of your entire life?"
Yamapi raises an eyebrow and stops typing, leaning against his elbow and holding the phone properly with his right hand, "Is it?"
Ryo laughs, "No, but I can definitely make it worth your while."
"How so?"
"I'm unbuttoning your shirt slowly, looking up at you with lusty eyes," Ryo starts and then pauses when he asks, "You ARE wearing a buttoned-down shirt, right? Like always?"
Yamapi blinks, "Ryo, you're not really going to do this now, are you?"
"Just answer the question," Ryo snaps.
Knowing that Ryo probably wouldn't let go of the topic, Yamapi sighs before saying, "Yes, I am."
Ryo's grinning on the other line, "Good. So...What was I saying? Right. Lusty eyes. I haven't touched you yet, not even a kiss but we're both yearning for it. I still take my time, taking every bit of you in and I swear that you're shaking under my touch."
Yamapi shifts uncomfortably in his chair, "Ryo, Seriously. Not the right time. I have a report due today," and he tries to concentrate on the said report that he's supposed to be writing, and his fingers are typing but he's not really sure anymore what he's ACTUALLY writing.
Ryo goes, "SHHH," and continues, "I finally slide the shirt off one shoulder, lightly leaving one kiss there, and then doing the same with the other. Your shirt flutters to the ground as I take it off you and you're standing in front of me half naked and I can't resist anymore and I kiss you, yanking you towards me, and-"
"ENOUGH, RYO." Yamapi snaps, being loud enough to call attention to him. Yamapi apologizes by nodding his head to each of them (or tries to anyway), and whispers into the phone, whining, "Can't we save this for LATER?"
Ryo snaps, "No! I want to do this now. So shut up and let me!" Yamapi groans low, crossing his legs in hopes that the throbbing will stop and furiously tries to ignore Ryo's sharp and captivating voice as he tries hard to concentrate on the impending hour deadline. (He can't even HANG UP because then that'd just have Ryo calling the office repeatedly, and the last time that had happened, one of his co-workers had picked up the phone to find a very pissed and VERY horny Ryo at the other end.) "We kiss and it's sloppy and rough and I've shoved you against the nearest wall and one of my hands is tangled in your hair, yanking it towards me lightly, while the other is quickly trying to take off your pants. I manage to slide the pants off of you and in that time, you've already taken my shirt off and working on my pants. But your tongue distracts me and-"
"You make us sound like a bad harlequin novel. I thought you could do better than that," Yamapi snarks, interrupting and doing whatever it took to distract Ryo from continuing what he was doing and making Yamapi lose control there and then.
Ryo snorts, "Let's see you do better, ass." All Yamapi could do was give an annoyed grunt and the sound of clacking keys tells Ryo what was wrong. Laughing, Ryo taunts, "Oh, that's right, Tomohisa's at WORK. Of course, he couldn't multi-task and help pleasure his boyfriend while typing out a report that's probably second nature for him to write."
"Asshole," Yamapi snaps and pauses in his typing. "Fine. You know I can't fucking turn down a challenge." He adjusts the phone on his shoulder and continues typing, vowing that he can get this report written and that he can beat Ryo at his own game. He starts to whisper, "I'm rushing to take off your pants and we suddenly shift as I take control of the situation. I lean forward and I'm trying hard to taste every little bit of you. One of my hands has started unbuttoning your pants and our feet are moving unconsciously, but we thankfully crash into the bed nearby. You're half-sprawled on the bed and I stop in my actions just to take YOU in. With the room shrouded in darkness and the only hint of light is the bit peeking through the curtains, and the only thing in the room that glows is you. You look at me with yearning and I can't hold back the growl in the back of my throat. You smirk at me and lean up to take one of my nipples into your mouth and you swirl your tongue around the nub and I can't take you teasing me like that. I push you back onto the bed and reciprocate the action, and I like having you underneath my lips, and I'm the one who's trailing kisses down your chest, placing light nips here and there."
The groan on the other lines tells him that he's succeeding in his tease, however, Yamapi realizes that he's only causing himself to get harder. He's starting to sweat and he pushes the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, trying to get at least a LITTLE comfortable in the awkward situation he's gotten himself into. Licking his lips, Yamapi takes a breathe before continuing.
"I don't even bother unzippering and just shove my hand inside your boxers, palming your member and pumping it, not even bothering with anything else. We're both too far into this to actually care, and I am trailing small kisses and sucking at every little bit of skin on your neck and shoulders and everywhere possible. Hearing you moan and groan in reaction makes me shudder and I fiercely capture your lips with mine. You're writhing under my hold and I press you down on the bed with my free hand, trying to get you to stop shaking so much." Yamapi pauses a little here, trying to loosen his tie, and since when was it so HOT in this office? Ryo's annoyed groan brings him back and Yamapi continues speaking as well as typing. "I can tell that you're getting close to the edge. You've started repeating my name over and over again, one after the other and I take one final stroke and - FUCK!" Yamapi yelps as he sees the glowing light on his phone, indicating another call. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'll fucking be right back," he hisses (ignoring ONCE again, the strange looks from his co-workers.)
"Wait, WHAT-" goes Ryo's indignant voice as Yamapi switches to the other caller.
Clearing his throat, Yamapi tries hard to sound professional, "Yamashita Tomohisa, who am I talking to?"
"Yamashita-kun, I KNOW you're not wasting away your precious time on personal phone calls, am I correct?" It's Akanishi and Yamapi swears up a storm in his head and contemplating ways in how to murder the man without getting caught.
"No, sir," Yamapi lies easily, "I'm actually almost done with the report. You will definitely have it on your desk by 1."
Akanishi stays silent for a few seconds, just breathing into the phone and Yamapi swears that each second feels like an hour. "Okay then," Akanishi finally says, "I'll see you at 1."
Yamapi quickly rushes out, "Yes, sir. At one!" And before either of them can blink, Yamapi's already hung up on his boss and returned to the call with Ryo. "Ryo?" he asks tentatively.
"Hmm?" A satisfied-sounding Ryo replies.
Yamapi nearly smacks his legs against the table as he jumps up, pissed. Everyone's eyes are on him and all they hear is a loud "Fucker!" coming from the young office worker. Yamapi ignores the looks from his co-workers and proceeds to complain to Ryo. "Did you ACTUALLY finish without me?" he hisses into the phone, pressing it against his ear and sitting back down, leaning forward to hide his anger and to keep the conversation at least a little private some more.
Ryo's languid voice filters through the phone, "'Snot my fault you had another call."
"You, FUCKER. You're all fucking satisfied now, but I'm still horny as hell and no sight of release! The least you could've done was waited for me to come back," Yamapi complains, rushing to type some more and glancing at the time repeatedly, after seeing that he only has 10 minutes left.
"What was I going to do? That last one got me. You're REALLY good at this, by the way. We should do this more often." Ryo says, his voice filled with pride.
Yamapi's eyebrows furrow and he starts growling through the phone, "You get all the freaking benefits, where does this leave me?"
"...With a pleased boyfriend?" Ryo asks cheekily.
"I'll get you next time, you hear me?" Yamapi warns, trying hard not to start screaming profenities again.
Ryo snorts at this. "Yeah, where? You know the director has you banned from set at all times, after that LAST fiasco. He even takes my PHONE away from me when I'm there."
Yamapi glares, "And whose fault was THAT, I might add?"
"Eh," Ryo says, shrugging, not wanting to get into this again. "Maybe you should go back to working?" he suggests, his voice filled with faked innocence.
Again, Yamapi feel like taking the phone and smashing against the table in frustration, "What do you think I've been doin this entire time?!"
Ryo pauses. "Getting your horny boyfriend utterly pleased and quite surprised by your new-found talent," he answers happily.
Yamapi pulls the phone away from him, staring at it increduously before slamming the receiver back into the slot. "FUCK YOU," he hisses at the phone (ignoring the fact that Ryo probably couldn't hear him cursing at him at this point, but it was the thought that counted), and returning his attention to the task at hand. He realizes that he's just about done and rushes to print it out, not forgetting to grab a folder to hide his still throbbing erection. At least with all the activity, he had... somewhat forgotten it. ...Mildly. ...Oh, hell, he just wanted to get home already. He enters Akanishi's office JUST as the clock switches to 1 o'clock and Akanishi looks mildly impressed.
"I'm glad to see you made it in time, Yamashita-kun," he says, taking the report from Yamapi's out-stretched hand. "Why don't you take a seat?" he asks, indicating the empty seat in front of Akanishi's desk. Yamapi struggles with the decision to just excuse himself and run to the bathroom and get his boss pissed or just to sit there for AT LEAST 5 minutes (he hopes anyway) and THEN be free to just GO HOME and screw Ryo until his brain turns to mush. The decision comes easily and Yamapi takes a seat in the empty chair, conveniently situating the folder on his lap.
"Yes, sir?" Yamapi asks, his voice trying to stay steady.
Akanishi sighs as he starts to read the report, but he talks about something entirely different, "I hope you will not use the company phone for personal matters again. You've worked here for 2 years now, Yamashita-kun and I'd rather not fire you over something so inane."
Yamapi nods vigorously. This was only going to be a small lecture, and Yamapi thought he could manipulate his way to leaving quicker. "I'm sorry, sir," Yamapi starts, "But that had just been my mother. Apparently my father collapsed again."
Akanishi looks up from the paper in confusion, "Isn't this the third time this month already? It's only been two weeks."
Yamapi nods slowly and puts a face of misery on, trying to sell his part, "Yes, sir. He's very sick, you see. And my mom likes to update me almost every day. And usually the conversations take a long-" By this point, Yamapi notices that the expression on Akanishi's face has changed from one of boredom to one of utter amusement. His story could NOT be that pleasant so Yamapi decides to ask, "Sir, is... Is something funny?"
Akanishi suddenly looks up, his eyes shiny with amusement. "Oh, nothing much, Yamashita-kun." He closes the report in front of him and hands it to Yamapi. "However," he says, "You're going to have to reprint this."
Yamapi takes the folder from Akanishi, stunned and can't help but blurt out, "BUT why?!"
Grinning, Akanishi takes it back and opens to the page he had had it opened to, "Because I'm fairly certain that the person reading this would not like to hear of you 'shoving your hands into someone's boxers and-'" Akanishi is cut off when the file is suddenly snatched from the table and Yamapi is scanning it to see if he had ACTUALLY typed that and he curses himself for making such an idiotic move. Akanishi smirks, "So do edit it a little and make sure you don't leave little tidbits like that in the report and be back in half an hour." Not able to say a word after that embarrassing move, Yamapi nods, bows and heads for the door.
"Oh, and Yamashita-kun?" Yamapi turns around slowly, only to find his boss grinning at him with his head leaning against his propped right hand. "Next time you have phone sex in my office, do be considerate and invite me to join. It's the least you can do."