Happy New Year, sashii09! Exchange fic: "Unprofessional Relations" / Part 2

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He was led down a narrow hallway, then into a room with a large low lying bed with many more boxes scattered around it. Yunho released Jaejoong's hand in order to hastily flick on a bedside lamp, then returned to his side. Jaejoong hardly had time to observe the rest of the space before Yunho's arms were around him again, and soft, hot lips were nuzzling into his neck.

Yunho’s mouth latched onto the smooth hollow of Jaejoong’s throat and he sucked strongly, bringing the soft flesh into his mouth and laving his tongue over Jaejoong’s pulse point. Yunho’s other hand worked to untuck Jaejoong's shirt deftly, yanking it free from the confines of his pants. Jaejoong panted helplessly in the semi darkness, vision blurred as he felt Yunho’s lips press harder into the spot, seeking out more vulnerable skin. Yunho's stubble was pleasurably scratchy as he sucked, now mouthing him harder, tasting the wild tempo of Jaejoong's heart beating in his throat. Yunho's ministrations caused Jaejoong to groan out, “Don’t leave any marks,” he pleaded.

“God dammit, your skin tastes good.” The room was filled more soft, audible sucking noises, then Jaejoong’s groan of protest as Yunho continued to mark him, “Your skin is so fucking soft.”

The next thing Jaejoong knew, his back made contact with the mattress and Yunho had him pinned down firmly to the bed, two fistfuls of Jaejoong's hair in a tight grip and his mouth open against Jaejoong’s own once more, devouring the soft velvet of Jaejoong’s lips. Jaejoong squirmed, hips shifting below Yunho as he realized he could feel the thick jutting hardness of Yunho’s cock pressed against his thigh.

He's big, was the only thought echoing in Jaejoong's dazed mind.

When they broke off their kissing to gasp for air, Yunho eyes were blown out with lust. "You are fucking hot." This came out breathless. "Jesus, do you even know?" Yunho sounded slightly anguished, and this statement was confessed into the juncture of Jaejoong's neck, accompanied by a strained curse. Jaejoong groaned as Yunho nuzzled his throat harder, then he caught a muttered, "Shouldn't be doing this."

Jaejoong didn't quite understand why Yunho would say such a thing, but then again he couldn't make sense of anything at the moment as he continued to stare unseeingly into the darkness, licking at his wet, tingling lips.

“I want you,” Yunho muttered harshly, then made another low, incoherent sound before raising his head to claim Jaejoong’s damp, parted lips in another hard kiss.

Eager to speed things up, Jaejoong reached between them and began unbuttoning his dress shirt, currently straining tight across his chest. He popped the first button undone, then clumsily undid the others and parted the shirt, revealing the gentle dip of breastbone and an expanse of pale, smooth skin and tight pink nipples. For a moment Yunho watched the rise and fall of Jaejoong's bare chest in the dim lighting, then he released a soft breath. “Damn” Yunho whispered. “I thought you’d be skinnier but you’re not.” He continued to stare at hungrily, his eyes sharp and eager with lust.

Jaejoong's left nipple, adorned with a tiny silver piercing drew his attention. “What's this?” Yunho's thumb sought out the metal and he flicked it lightly with a fingernail, causing Jaejoong to shudder. “Wouldn’t expect this from you. I like it.”

"I've had it for a while," Jaejoong stuttered.

"It suits you." Yunho made another appreciative noise, then shifted downward until Jaejoong could feel soft strands of hair tickling his chest as Yunho lowered his head. "Let me see..."

Jaejoong drew in a sharp gasp as a hot mouth suddenly enveloped his pierced nipple. Yunho's heart-shaped lips closed around the pink bud and he sucked strongly, then flicked at it with a warm tongue until it tightened into a hard peak. Jaejoong groaned as Yunho licked and teased, using his teeth to capture the piercing and nipped sharply, causing him to gasp out in pain.

Yunho’s hot tongue soothed away the ache instantly and he made a low, hungry noise, then resumed tracing the metal bead with an eager tongue, sweeping around to one side first and then the other. He let his teeth catch on the barbell, then played with the cool metal as Jaejoong squirmed under him, his chest heaving.

Yunho continued to lap at the tormented nub for long moments, ceasing only when Jaejoong let loose a loud stuttering cry of frustration. Yunho’s hair was soft and thick, stiff with product but silky within, Jaejoong discovered as he gripped into it, trying to guide Yunho's mouth over to his other untouched nipple. Yunho acquiesced, releasing his left bud in order to administer the same attention to the right, putting his mouth to it and drawing it between his lips, sucking, then teasing it with flickering caresses until Jaejoong was groaning, taking in great gasping breaths of air. “Damn you," he cursed helplessly, "Hurry up,” he begged, feeling Yunho’s teeth tugging lightly at his sensitive flesh once more.

Yunho ignored his gasping plea. “Mmm,” he groaned in response, suckling harder.

Mouth agape as he panted unseeingly in the darkness of Yunho’s unfamiliar bedroom, Jaejoong moaned as Yunho continued to torment his stiff nipples. Yunho ignored his desperately shifting hips as he licked, hot and slow over the erect bud again and again before giving it a sharp nip.

Jaejoong cried out hoarsely as his cock thickened and twitched within the tight confines of his pants.

Finally satisfied with his efforts, Yunho pulled back to observe Jaejoong lying on his bed, eyes taking in the sight of Jaejoong's chest as it rose and fell with rapid breaths, then the excess moisture from his mouth as it glistened on Jaejoong's skin, his piercing glinting within a wet nipple. "Very nice," Yunho whispered. “Makes you more fun to play with.”

The hard points of Jaejoong's nipples rose and fell with each shallow exhalation and he was very aware of his cock now, straining uncomfortably against the black fabric of his pants.

Yunho continued to hover over him, his own breaths quickening as he took in the sight of Jaejoong undone by his own lips and teeth. “Christ you’re hot,” Yunho’s voice came out rough. “You really are." Yunho reached down to palm his own very prominent erection as he stared at Jaejoong for a moment, panting out harshly.

“Fuck me.” Jaejoong ordered. It came out blunt and desperate, too loud in the darkness, but he couldn't be bothered to feel embarrassed.

“Direct, I like that.” Yunho chuckled lowly.

“Hurry up.” Jaejoong hissed impatiently.

Yunho chuckled again, then his fingers sought out Jaejoong’s belt buckle and he undid it swiftly. He manhandled Jaejoong roughly as he attempted to tug down his pants, swearing when they didn't slide down easily. He then gave them an impatient yank, nearly dragging Jaejoong across the bed to remove them. Yunho hastily maneuvered Jaejoong out of his suit jacket and shirt, then pressed Jaejoong’s thighs apart, taking in the sight of Jaejoong’s underwear, already dotted with a dark, obvious spot of precome. Impatiently, Yunho yanked them down too and Jaejoong’s cock came into view.

“Amazing,” Yunho murmured appreciatively as his warm hands moved along Jaejoong’s thighs, caressing briefly. He studied Jaejoong’s arousal, currently leaking and straining hard against his stomach. "You're pretty everywhere."

Yunho then unceremoniously yanked his own belt free from its loops and cast it aside, then untucked and unbuttoned his shirt hastily, peeling it off before tossing it to the floor.

Jaejoong watched impatiently, his gaze sharp and hungry as he observed Yunho's large biceps, then the wide expanse of Yunho's chest and his softer looking stomach. Jaejoong watched him continue to shed his clothing, tongue sneaking out to wet his lips when he spotted the very sizable bulge straining within Yunho's pants. Yunho swiftly unbuttoned his own pants and tugged them off, his boxer shorts soon followed.

“Shit,” Yunho cursed softly as he brushed a thumb over the leaking head of his cock, suddenly remembering. “Need a condom.” A frantic search through a nearby bedside drawer turned up nothing. "Don't have any." Yunho sounded alarmed. "They're probably in one of the damn moving boxes."

"It's fine, I don't care," Jaejoong reassured hastily, eyeing the heavy sway of Yunho's cock.

"You sure?"

"Yeah I'm sure," he panted eagerly, hips shifting impatiently on the bed. Jaejoong didn't care about anything at this point. "Just hurry the hell up."

"You need lotion?"

"Obviously."

Yunho fumbled frantically again for a few moments, then returned with a small bottle. "How's this?"

"That's fine. I'll do it, it'll be quicker." The room was silent for the next few minutes but for Jaejoong’s drawn out, shuddering breaths as his fingers soon found his tight entrance, rimmed in pink. "Just gimme a minute," he panted.

Prep was an uncoordinated minute of Jaejoong's fingers twisting and sliding, giving Yunho a nice view of his actions while Yunho stared down at him impatiently, sliding a palmful of lotion over his heavy cock. The size and heft of it made Jaejoong groan.

Yunho watched, taking in Jaejoong on the bed below him, his eyes half lid, and his cock straining tight against his stomach, then Jaejoong’s very flushed cheeks as his fingers twisted and pressed deeper. “My god,” Yunho's words came out garbled, hoarse. “Please tell me you're ready, I'm not going to last."

Seconds later Yunho was climbing on top of him and reaching between Jaejoong's spread legs to hastily brush his fingers aside. He then aligned the thick, flared head of his cock with Jaejoong’s slick entrance.

“Slowly,” Jaejoong gasped quietly, body trembling, his eyes shut as he murmured the plea. “Do it slow-you’re big."

Yunho's panting breaths fanned out over Jaejoong's shoulder as he bumped the head of his cock against Jaejoong’s slippery hole once more, positioning himself.

“Slow, please." Jaejoong begged again.

Yunho muscles strained, he held Jaejoong open and still and breached into him slowly.

Jaejoong relished the ache of Yunho sinking inside him, he screwed his eyes shut tight and tried to breathe. "Fuck," he panted helplessly.

"You ok?" Yunho's voice was tight with control as he watched Jaejoong’s face. "Am I hurting you?"

Jaejoong only moaned out incoherently in response, eyes wild and his cheeks puffed out rapidly as he panted out in pain. Yunho distracted him with a hasty kiss, then continued his slow and steady descent into Jaejoong’s hot, tight little hole.

When Yunho's hips met the swell of Jaejoong's ass, he let loose a string of curses, then his head sank down to rest in the crook of Jaejoong's neck. "God. Fuck," he gasped. "You feel amazing."

Jaejoong’s eyes remained shut, he moaned loudly when Yunho abruptly pulled out, in one long, slow and smooth stroke against his opening. It hurt, but the burn was just bearable through his haze of arousal and drunkenness.

Yunho shut his eyes, groaning out deeply in pleasure. “You’re tight,” he announced, teeth gritted with restraint. “So tight. So hot, my god." These words were whispered harshly against Jaejoong's skin. Cock buried deep inside Jaejoong, Yunho leaned in to suck, then lick hard at Jaejoong’s sensitive neck. Jaejoong’s throat vibrated as he moaned out in a haze of pain and pleasure as Yunho moved on to mouth at a tender ear, then bite at a piercing. Yunho’s breaths panted hot against Jaejoong's overheated skin and Yunho's flesh against his own felt scorchingly warm.

“Kiss me.” Jaejoong hissed out the demand urgently, and Yunho obliged in a messy clash of lips and tongue. "You can move now. Move, damn it." Jaejoong urged harshly when they broke for air, shifting beneath him impatiently.

Yunho began to move, thrusting into Jaejoong at a steady pace and Jaejoong’s hips stirred in response and he cried out, his legs trembling where they'd settled around Yunho's waist. Yunho groaned hotly into Jaejoong's ear and thrust harder, causing Jaejoong’s body to jolt beneath him. Jaejoong pushed back to meet his tempo, mouth open, eyes shut tight. Sweat beaded on their chests as Yunho rutted into him, the friction pulling broken cries from Jaejoong’s throat. He could smell Yunho’s arousal mixed with sweat, thick and heavy in the room.

He clutched Yunho closer, his blunt fingernails scraping angry red lines into Yunho’s back as he dug them carelessly, watching the snarl of pain on Yunho's lips that followed. Yunho responded by seizing hold of him and hauling both of his hands over his head, pinning his wrists tightly as he fucked into him harder. Jaejoong struggled, letting loose hoarse cries as Yunho continued to shaft into him deeply, his skin prickled with heat as he moaned out wordlessly.

Yunho couldn't seem to hold back the low noises that slipped past his own lips as Jaejoong’s body clenched and trembled beneath his thrusts. He kept Jaejoong firmly pinned down until Jaejoong began crying out, tugging hard at his hands in an attempt to free himself, “Let me-oh-“ His words were cut off by a stuttering moan when Yunho suddenly changed angles and he abruptly saw stars. Yunho rutted into him harder and Jaejoong cried out shakily, it dissolved into another incoherent groan.

"What?" Yunho panted harshly in his ear. "Let you what?"

“Let me-“ He gasped for breath, but this desperate plea cut off when Yunho thrust into that same spot. “Please,” he gasped once more. "Let me come."

Yunho didn't release him and didn't show any signs of slowing down, and Jaejoong could only let out another helpless moan, his thighs shaking. Jaejoong’s swollen and neglected cock continued to pulse and twitch where it lay, leaking a smear of wetness on his flat stomach.

“Please-please-“ he panted again, straining within Yunho’s grip.

Finally, Yunho released him and Jaejoong's hand moved quickly between their bodies to find his cock, he let loose a broken cry the moment his palm wrapped around the hot, swollen flesh.

Yunho pushed Jaejoong’s knees out wider and continued to fuck into him deeply, Jaejoong cried out as his eyes squeezed shut tight and his mouth trembled wordlessly, his hand flying hard and fast over his cock. He whimpered as Yunho’s fingers gripped into his thighs and continued to rut into him, snapping his hips forward forcefully. “Oh, yes, yes-“ Jaejoong moaned. This was exactly what he needed, total sexual release with a stranger, and this man was giving it to him exactly how he wanted. “Yes,” he whispered harshly, lost in his own pleasure. “Fuck me-oh god-fuck me-“ He was being quite shameless but couldn’t bother to feel embarrassed.

"Like this?" Came Yunho's low voice in his ear. "Then come.” Yunho's mouth now hovered above his own, breath scorching his lips.

Jaejoong's stuttered moan broke, his eyes fluttered and his pale chest heaved as he tried to draw breath. He drew in a great gasping inhale and moaned, hand working hard over his cock as his legs trembled around Yunho’s waist. Then his face contorted, his eyes slid shut as he came helplessly and messily all over his hand and chest, mouth slack and open in a harsh cry.

“Oh Jesus Christ,” Yunho groaned out at the sight of Jaejoong undone beneath him. Yunho's entire body shuddered as Jaejoong's hole contracted hard around him and he sped up his pace, thrusting again and again into Jaejoong’s pliant body before finally spilling into him in a great rush.

Afterwards they both laid there, fighting for breath, Jaejoong aware of their intermingling sweat and Yunho’s sharp puffs of breath fanning out over his neck as their heartbeats slowed. Soon it became obvious that Yunho had no intention of moving or rolling off him but Jaejoong was too tired to protest his heavy weight. They lay still for a minute or so, still joined, Jaejoong feeling Yunho occasionally throb inside him.

Then Yunho groaned quietly and pulled out, rolling off him and to one side. Jaejoong gasped in surprise when he felt hot liquid leak from within him, then moaned weakly. “You came in me.” he whined.

"Was I not supposed to?" Yunho sounded unconcerned.

"It's-it's coming out."

Yunho chuckled. "Don't worry about it."

Jaejoong made a muffled, uncomfortable noise.

Several minutes passed, in which Jaejoong drifted in and out of a blissful haze of post sex euphoria. He allowed himself to relax completely, aware that the room was completely silent but for Yunho's slow, evening breaths next to him. Soon his eyelids fluttered heavily and a feeling of deep contentment set in.

"Hey." Something nudged at his shoulder.

Jaejoong didn't respond, he couldn't move.

"Hey." The persistent hand tried again, this time gripping at his upper arm.

Jaejoong ignored it.

He wasn't ready for what happened next. A hot body rolled on top of him and then eager lips found the soft juncture of his neck, nuzzling into him purposefully. He lay there, immobile and disoriented, pinned beneath a heavy warmth in the semi darkness. What was happening now?

"You ready to go again?" This gleeful question was whispered into his ear.

Jaejoong didn't respond, he was now fully aware of a very stiff cock pressing against his hip.

"You ready?" The voice urged again.

Jaejoong made a muffled, helpless noise. Soon his thighs were nudged open and his lips were parted with hot, purposeful kisses.

"Roll over," Yunho whispered, intense and eager. "I want to take you from behind.”

…

Several hours later, Jaejoong awoke to sunlight streaming in through a window, blinding him. Despite his pounding head and dry mouth, he was only mildly hungover, but this was the least of his current problems he soon discovered. His entire body ached, his thick lips felt swollen, all his limbs were sore, and when he shifted in bed, his ass twinged painfully. It took some effort but he finally managed to maneuver himself upright, all the while trying to fathom just where the hell he was.

For a moment he stared around the empty room, completely disoriented.

What had even happened to him last night? It was painful to even move. Why did he feel like he got run over by a truck?

It all came back to him in a startling rush, first his binge drinking session at the bar, followed by a blur of uninhibited, drunken sex with a total stranger-proof of this was very evident all over his body, there was no mistaking what he'd done last night. His hair was hopelessly tangled, his throat sore, he had fingerprint marks on his hips and a smattering of very prominent bruises littered the pale skin of his neck and shoulders. And now here he was, alone in the house of the man who he had fucked last night, with an aching ass and body covered in sex injuries.

Jaejoong cursed sharply, licked at his dry lips and ran his fingers through his hair in a futile attempt to smooth it down. He cast another hasty glance around the room and spotted a bedside clock, noting the time read exactly 8:30 AM. This resulted in an immediate, overwhelming surge of horror-he was due in the office in exactly 30 minutes. “Shit,” he swore, his voice hoarse and croaky, and scrubbed a hand through his tangled hair once more before shifting to maneuver himself out of bed. He groaned loudly when he felt another dull twinge of pain in his ass. “Shit, shit shit,” he cursed more harshly as full on panic set in.

How had this even happened? Not once in the five years he’d worked for his company had he ever been late, today would be an unfortunate first.

After listening for a moment to confirm that the place was indeed empty and the stranger he'd fucked last night wasn't still in the apartment-thank god for that, that would be an awkward second meeting Jaejoong very much wanted to avoid-he concluded that he was alone and the coast was clear. Completely nude, Jaejoong staggered out of bed to pee and found the bathroom quickly, adjacent to the bedroom. At one point while relieving himself he glanced down, alarmed when he noticed a series of prominent hickeys marring the paleness of his thighs. As Jaejoong washed his hands at the sink, he felt something sticky flow down his inner thigh, and mortified, he hastily mopped it up with a wad of toilet paper. While standing in front of the large bathroom mirror, Jaejoong discovered he had quite a lot of dried semen in his hair, more dried semen smeared across the contours of his abs, and still more all over his inner thighs, he was thoroughly a mess.

Jaejoong flushed and rubbed a hand hard over his face. God damn it, what had he gone and done with a total stranger? Jaejoong was fairly certain he had let that man do whatever he wanted and that they'd had numerous rounds of sex last night in a variety of different positions, no doubt he'd taken the man's raw cock for hours. Jaejoong had lost count of how many times this person-Yunho-his name was Yunho, he remembered suddenly, had made him come. Yunho, had done many things to him, all of which blended together into a hazy blur of intense pleasure. He had distinct memories of Yunho taking him repeatedly, but mostly he remembered himself folded in half under the man, shuddering and crying out in ecstasy.

Undoubtedly the best sex of his life.

Jaejoong’s face burned in shame as he then realized he was still standing there in a stranger's home, completely naked, in a blissful reverie of what had happened last night.

There was no time to dwell on anything more, and there was no time to shower, unfortunately he was already running ridiculously late. Jaejoong had no choice but to wipe himself down as thoroughly as possible with a dampened hand towel and slip on the same clothes from last night-they'd been lying on the floor, awfully wrinkled where they'd been cast aside in the heat of the moment. Hurriedly, he washed his face, then finger combed his hair into some semblance of order and spritzed himself down thoroughly with one of the random colognes he found on the bathroom counter. He then navigated his way around a series of partially unpacked moving boxes that cluttered the floors as he made his way to the front door, cursing the man for leaving the place so disorderly when he tripped over one.

His ass hurt too much to run, so he settled for hobbling gracelessly down the hallway as fast as he could, careful to avoid eye contact with everyone he encountered. Soon he had made it into the elevator, then ducked inside and frantically jabbed at the down arrow button, red in the face and breathless from exertion.

He watched the elevator buttons glow as the lift slowly travelled down to the lobby, this seemed to take forever. Jaejoong emerged minutes later and then slipped out the main entrance without drawing too much attention to himself, thankful to flee the scene of his misdeeds from the previous night.

He hailed a cab out front, slightly surprised when he discovered the man’s address was very close to his workplace, feeling elated when he realized perhaps he wouldn't be as late as he'd initially thought.

Each time the taxi jolted in rush hour traffic, it caused another painful twinge in his ass and Jaejoong grimaced. How had he been so irresponsible that he hadn’t made it home last night and ended up in a total stranger's bed? Why had he been so careless?

Because I didn't get the job I wanted, Jaejoong reminded himself. Right, he'd gone out binge drinking because he'd been miserable, and then slept with a total stranger to take his mind off everything. He needed to forget the events of the previous night as quickly as possible, especially because it was very unlikely that he'd ever see Yunho again. There was no way to contact him, as they hadn't exchanged numbers. But perhaps it was for the best, Jaejoong wasn't sure his body could handle another night of sex like that any time soon.

When the taxi rolled to a stop in front of his office, Jaejoong paid the fare quickly and darted out, making his way hastily into the building. Hurriedly, he hobbled down the corridor to the main elevator, then jabbed at the button frantically. During the lift ride to his floor, Jaejoong wiped sweat off his brow and tried to breathe steadily.

"Kim Jaejoong? Ah, there you are," The office secretary called out to him the moment he staggered into the office. “Where were you? Never mind, I have you scheduled to meet our new head of IT and you’re late. Not good for first impressions,” she eyed him reproachfully, then ushered him over. Her jaw dropped as she noticed the messy state of his clothes and hair. "My god, what happened to you? Did you get run over by a car on the way here?"

"Nah, rough night," Jaejoong mumbled evasively, then hastily attempted to yank his tie into a more natural position and smooth away the few pieces of stray hair that had fallen into his eyes.

"Are you limping?" she inquired curiously. "Do you need medical attention?"

"No-no, everything is fine." Jaejoong assured, attempting to sound pleasant as he ignored his aching ass.

"You can't meet your new boss looking like that." She appeared horrified by his current disheveled state. "But there’s no time to fix you up, come this way, you're late... We don't want to make him wait. Must impress him. Oh he's very handsome too," she tittered. "Lucky me."

"I'm meeting the new boss now?" Jaejoong hardly had time to dwell on this before he was lead over to one of the larger corner offices. Right. The asshole who had taken his job. The reason he'd gone binge drinking last night, then indulged himself in a wild fuck session. Jaejoong gritted his teeth, bracing himself to feign politeness and greet this newcomer who he had every intention of hating.

But when the door swung open, Jaejoong stopped dead in his tracks. His mouth gaped open, his knees almost buckled and his stomach did a horrible summersault that rendered him immobile in shock. “Who-“ he stuttered out incoherently at the sight before him. “What?” He stammered, eyes popping out of his head as his breath caught in his throat. "You?" he choked.

"Yes, this is our new boss, head of IT services." The secretary didn't seem to notice Jaejoong's distress. "Jung Yunho."

Before him stood none other than the very same stranger he'd met last night, immaculately dressed in an impossibly crisp suit and staring back at him calmly.

“Oh," Jaejoong stuttered again, horrorstruck. "Um..." he could only manage as the man continued to gaze back at him, seemingly unperturbed by their second meeting. Nothing about his appearance or mannerisms divulged any of their contact from the previous evening save for the man's slight puffiness of lips, which Jaejoong noted were gently swollen.

"Oh, how rude of me not to introduce you two properly. Jaejoong, this is Jung Yunho.” The secretary hastily interjected after Jaejoong’s very rude lack of a greeting. "Mr. Jung, this is Kim Jaejoong.”

Yunho's expression gave away nothing, his eyes only gleamed briefly in amusement. “Hmm... Kim Jaejoong... nice to meet you."

Jaejoong didn't respond, he prayed to god Yunho wouldn't bring up anything related to their previous night.

"Your name sounds familiar." Yunho actually had the nerve to grin cheekily at him. "Mrs. Lee was kind enough to give me your resume this morning and I looked it over. Very impressive," he nodded seriously. “But you were ten minutes late today," he tsked. "We can't have that."

Jaejoong could only gape stupidly at him. “Is this some sort of joke? Why are you here?"

“Joke?” Their secretary echoed. "Why would this be a joke? Yunho is the new head of IT, management hired him yesterday."

“Him?" Jaejoong rounded on her indignantly. "He's our new boss? That can't be true."

"Jaejoong, yes, this is Mr. Jung, our new hire." The secretary was clearly baffled by Jaejoong's strange behavior. “Do you two know each other or something?”

Yunho nodded calmly, not taking his eyes off Jaejoong. “Perhaps Jaejoong remembers me from a previous meeting. Yes, I believe I have met Jaejoong once before. We’ve engaged in a… hmm…” Yunho's lips twitched in amusement and he paused for a moment, presumably to think of a way of putting things delicately, "an exclusive 'networking event' recently. Very recently, actually.” Yunho’s tone was just as pleasant as it’d been at the bar the previous night, and Jaejoong could only stand there, mouth dry and agape in shock, his face blazing in horror. "Jaejoong and I had a great time uh... networking together."

“Oh lovely! Kim Jaejoong is one of our senior project managers here. He’s very talented," the secretary gushed, casting Jaejoong an appreciative glance. “He handles several of our biggest accounts. I'm sure you'll enjoy working with him."

“Yes, I'm sure I'll enjoy working with Kim Jaejoong very much. I’m already familiar with several of Kim Jaejoong’s talents.” Yunho smiled guilelessly. "He's a true team player. Very passionate too."

"Wonderful." Their secretary simpered her appreciation, smiling beatifically at Yunho.

“Indeed, Jaejoong impressed me with his particularly passionate performance during our recent ‘team building’ exercises,” Yunho supplied silkily. “I look forward to seeing what else he’s capable of.”

As if on cue, Jaejoong’s ass twinged painfully, a fresh reminder of their grueling marathon of sex last night. His face burned and he made a quiet, strangled noise. Luckily Yunho and secretary Lee didn't seem to notice his distress.

"In fact, I’m willing to overlook his lateness this morning as I’m sure he has an outstanding reputation and always comes to work on time,” Yunho smiled benevolently.

“Yes, it seems he just had a bit of a difficult morning. Our Jaejoong is always punctual," their secretary assured brightly.

“I’m sure he is,” Yunho turned his megawatt smile on the woman, then reached out to clap a friendly hand on Jaejoong's shoulder-Jaejoong flinched.

"Excellent. Well, I'll leave you two to get better acquainted. Mr. Jung, remember you have a meeting with HR at eleven to sign new employment papers."

"Of course. Thank you." Yunho bowed politely and the secretary took her leave.

The instant the door shut, an awful moment of silence enveloped them.

“You…" Jaejoong hissed, his cheeks very red as he rounded on Yunho in fury. “Seriously, what the hell are you doing here? Is it true what she said? You're my new boss?"

"I... ah," Yunho coughed delicately. "Yes."

"You work here now?" Jaejoong choked. "Is this some sort of joke?"

"I assure you it's no joke. I was hired yesterday, didn't you hear Mrs. Lee?"

"This... this was the job I wanted!" Jaejoong features twisted in rage.

"Hmm?" Yunho inquired glibly, turning back to his desk to take a sip of coffee.

“Last night at the bar, I told you I wanted a job but I didn't get it, don't you remember?" Jaejoong spluttered, furious. "Did you know you got the job over me?”

"Jaejoong," Yunho pacified quietly. "No. There was no way I could have known this was the job you wanted."

“Don't lie to me. You knew it!"

“I didn’t," Yunho denied. "When you mentioned Seoul Tech I knew there was a good chance we worked for the same company but I couldn’t be sure of anything else."

Jaejoong scoffed. “Just say it. You knew you got this job over me and then you-you slept with me!" Jaejoong's voice came out choked with rage. "What kind of asshole would do that?"

Yunho shrugged. “I didn't know for sure."

“Oh shut up!”

Yunho flinched at Jaejoong's burst of anger and his smooth, pleasant expression faded just slightly. "You came on to me, Jaejoong. I wasn't going to do anything, but you… you kissed me-"

"You could have said no!"

"There was no way I was turning down that offer." Yunho's dark eyes gleamed.

“How dare you! How dare you do that to me!" Jaejoong took a menacing step closer to Yunho, and unfortunately his ass chose that moment to once again throb painfully. He promptly staggered, drawing in a sharp hiss of breath.

"Are you ok?" Seconds later Yunho was at his side, expression concerned.

"Get off of me, get off.” Jaejoong batted him away.

“I saw you limping on the way in, I’m sorry.” Any amusement vanished from Yunho’s gaze. “I was a little rough with you last night," he admitted quietly.

“You idiot!"

“I couldn’t help it.”

“Did you know? Did you know you got the job over me?” Jaejoong demanded again, attempting to push Yunho away and straighten his posture.

Yunho didn’t respond for a moment. “No, I swear to you I didn't," he assured sincerely. "I could have guessed that we worked for the same company but I didn't know anything else."

Jaejoong didn't respond, only glowered at him.

"Think of it this way, we engaged in some, uh, recent team building exercises. Nobody has to know," Yunho attempted to placate. "And honestly, my subordinates always end up falling for me. If we were both working here it was bound to happen anyway." This was accompanied by a grin.

Jaejoong shot Yunho the sourest glare he could muster. “I really hate you.”

“I can’t imagine why. You seemed to be enjoying my company very much last night.”

“Oh,” Jaejoong huffed crossly, “Don't you dare bring last night up ever again, that was a giant mistake."

"Mistake?" Yunho's eyebrows raised delicately.

“Yes, and I hate you. I hate everything about you. I would never have slept with you had I had known you'd stolen my job. I take work seriously. I take myself seriously!"

"I know you do."

“Just shut up.”

“That’s not any way you should speak to your new boss.” The corner of Yunho’s lip twitched in a smile. “And please address me formally in the future.”

“And if I don’t!?"

“Punishment." Yunho's voice was grave, but his eyes gleamed in amusement. "I’ll have to make you work overtime. Many hours. With me. Just the two of us...” Yunho grinned, his tone suggestive. "Alone."

“I can’t stand working under someone like you," Jaejoong snipped.

“You were doing just fine under me last night.”

Jaejoong’s mouth fell open and his cheeks burned, he made a huffy, appalled noise and fell back a step, Yunho instantly reached out and grasped his wrist firmly, pulling him in close and their chests bumped. Jaejoong caught a whiff of that same heady cologne he'd smelled last night as Yunho's clean scent enveloped him, and instantly an awful, traitorous lurch of lust rose up from within him as his breath caught in his throat.

Yunho was quiet for a moment, then he leaned in closer. "Are you wearing my cologne?" Yunho inquired softly. "Smells good on you."

"Get off of me. Get the hell off me right now!" Jaejoong hissed, flustered. "What are you doing!?"

“You know, I like this messy, morning after look of yours. But perhaps it is a bit inappropriate for the office. Be glad the company has a very strict sexual harassment policy or I’d have you on my desk right now.” Yunho spoke with such quiet conviction that Jaejoong’s mouth fell open, his blush returned and deepened tenfold.

“You!” he gasped in anger. “You can’t talk to me like that!” He struggled against Yunho’s grip. “Get off of me!"

“Why? It’s the truth.” Yunho shrugged carelessly. “I’d have you spread out on my desk in less than a minute if you let me.”

Jaejoong made a snarling, helpless noise. “You-this isn’t funny. None of this is funny. You stole my job. You ruined my life-“

Yunho cast a hasty look towards the door, then lowered his voice, his eyes still bright with amusement. “I didn't do it intentionally. And please keep your voice down, do you want everyone to know what I did to you last night?"

"I won't! And don't tell me what to do!"

"If you won't be quiet then I'll have to kiss you."

The boldness of it was unbelievable. Jaejoong's eyes widened in horror. "You wouldn't-not here."

"Oh I would. In fact I very much want to kiss you right now. Would you hate me more if I tried to?” Yunho seemed genuinely curious.

Jaejoong backed away. “Don’t you dare.”

Yunho leaned in closer and lowered his voice. “When I woke and found you lying in bed next to me, I was going to initiate morning sex but restrained myself as punctuality is crucial. Can’t be late, have to set a positive example for the other employees, right? Also, you were sleeping so peacefully after what I put you through last night..."

"You're awful." Jaejoong finally wrenched his wrist out of Yunho's grip.

"Jaejoong, calm down."

“Save your breath. I should just quit now."

“That’s unfortunate. I doubt the other employees will possess your… passion for inner-departmental networking."

"Shut up!"

“And I'm sure your position here is well suited to you… I can think of several other positions that would be suitable for you as well… we can explore those at a later time.”

“Shut the hell up!" Jaejoong snarled through gritted teeth, his cheeks scorching. “You're an asshole. I refuse to work under you.”

"That's disappointing. I very much like you under me."

The man's lack of tact was unbelievable. Mortified and completely furious by their exchange, Jaejoong turned on his heel and stormed to the door. Instantly Yunho stepped in front of him, blocking his escape.

“Step aside, I’m leaving. This is ridiculous."

“Why, for no other reason than because I fucked you good and you liked it?” Yunho’s voice had gone low and serious. "You're overreacting, Jaejoong."

Jaejoong drew himself up to his full height. “Maybe I am. But I have self respect! And what would people say if they find out what we did?”

“Nobody’s going to find out. Nobody has to know how much you like my cock.”

Jaejoong wanted to smack the permanently amused expression off Yunho’s face. Instead, he attempted to scoff. "Don’t flatter yourself, it’s not even that good!” Jaejoong hurled this retort because he could think of nothing else to counter with.

For a moment Yunho was quiet, then his eyebrows lifted and he shot Jaejoong a very knowing look. As the silence stretched between them, Jaejoong’s cheeks flushed.

“We both know that’s a lie.” Yunho murmured quietly. He cocked his head, staring at Jaejoong evenly. Then he inquired even more quietly, “Just how many times did I make you come last night?" Yunho made a show of pretending to think. “Hmm, I have a very distinct memory of you purring in my ear, lying limp in my arms after your fourth orgasm-or was it your fifth?”

Jaejoong could say nothing, his face flamed hotter.

“I guess we both lost count after the fourth time, huh?" Yunho chuckled. "Understandable."

"I hate you."

“I made you scream, Jaejoong,” Yunho murmured, his eyes suddenly darkening at the thought, his lips curving into a grin. He swayed closer. “The memory of you panting beneath me, begging me to let you come is something I’ll treasure forever.”

“Get away from me.” Jaejoong hissed as he stumbled back, face aflame, his nerves jangling. “Don’t you dare talk to me like that here.”

“I'm just saying we work very well as a team.” Yunho idly smoothed his immaculate suit. “Can’t deny that. Would be a shame to part ways over five hours of good sex. I propose we try to work this out."

“Forget it,” Jaejoong seethed. "I don't want anything to do with you."

“You should reconsider. After all, I agreed to be lenient with your tardiness this morning considering your… special circumstances." Yunho’s eyes glinted mirthfully. “And I'm sorry, I was a bit rough with you. I’m not normally like that, but I was a bit… ah, taken by you last night.” Yunho confessed quietly. “Also drunk, but mostly taken by you." Carefully, Yunho reached out gentle fingers to touch one of the faint purplish bruises that marred Jaejoong's throat.

Jaejoong flinched badly and blushed.

"I find you very attractive." Yunho admitted. "It couldn't be helped."

Jaejoong didn't quite know what to say to that, he remained silent as his stomach did an awful jittery sort of flip.

"I know you're angry now, but don't do anything rash."

Jaejoong stared sullenly, biting his lip. "Fine. Let's just forget this ever happened.”

“I don’t intend to forget any of last night.”

“Then never, ever again. And we never speak of this."

“I can't promise you that either."

Jaejoong heaved a sigh, fed up and totally frustrated by the situation. His ass ached, his limbs felt sore, and worst of all he couldn't deny the hot, gut-wrenching sensations that rose within him from Yunho's close proximity.

"Don't worry." Yunho reassured, his grin back in place. "When I meet with HR at eleven I'll speak with them about the company's sexual relations policy. I'm sure we can work something out," he assured cheerfully. "Now won't you join me for some coffee? If we're going to be working together we should get to know each other on a personal level. More intimately too, of course, but that can wait till later. Sex should stay in the bedroom." He shot Jaejoong a cheeky wink. "For the time being at least."

Jaejoong groaned.