The tip of Sehunâs long and straight middle finger intruded into Yoonshinâs parted lips. His finger curled, hooking into Yoonshinâs mouth, and prodded the soft flesh. Sehun quickly found all Yoonshinâs sensitive spots and ravaged them with only the tip of his finger, and then he moved on to stroke the otherâs teeth.
âNgh, Senior Attorney?â Yoonshin called.
Across from them was the window facing the secretaryâs office. They wouldnât be seen unless somebody walked up to the window to peer in, but the risk was real. Yoonshinâs hands hung midair, lost for a moment, then grabbed Sehunâs arms, finally making the other look at him.
âWhat?â Sehun asked.
âWell, the location. I thought this wasnât a good place,â Yoonshin explained.
âThis is my office.â
âI know that itâs your private space, but if you look at it with a wide lens, weâre still at workâŠâ
The roundabout rejection must have soured his mood. Sehun shuttered down the blinds with his remote, pushed out the papers in between them, and partly clambered on top of Yoonshin. He pushed his knee between the younger manâs thighs and placed both hands next to Yoonshinâs head, blocking all pathways of escape.
Yoonshin, who had ended up lying askance on the sofa in a flash, locked eyes with the other man. His cheeks twitched. He wasnât as innocent to not know what would happen next. Still, he thought that he should ask anyway. âWhat are you thinking of doing?â
âAre you going to keep your eyes open?â Sehun asked instead.
âYouâre the one who said you wanted to see my eyes last time.â
âThis time you should close them.â
They were surrounded by silence. Sehun lightly grasped Yoonshinâs chin and angled his head. The moment their lips brushed against each other, Yoonshinâs eyelids gently closed, hiding his pupils. Naturally, they ended up clutching onto each other. As the younger manâs slender arms pulled him close, Sehun responded by pushing in his plump tongue inside the otherâs mouth.
âMmmh, hmmmâŠâ Despite breathing out laboriously, Yoonshin didnât push him away, so riding that momentum, Sehun plunged his tongue in deeper, more intimately. He carefully explored every corner of the inside of his mouth and mixed their fluids as if trying to push his own down Yoonshinâs throat.
Yoonshin wound his arms around the otherâs long neck. Afraid of falling back completely on the seats of the sofa, he clutched onto the otherâs clothes, making them rustle under his touch. Veins popped out from the back of his hands.
Instead of letting him go, Sehun pushed Yoonshin to his limits. He dipped his tongue to the deepest crevices and pulled back out suggestively. He caressed Yoonshinâs slim neck and pulled him closer, so close that their wet chins pressed onto each other.
âHmph, mmh, please be gentle,â Yoonshin pleaded in the brief moment that their lips pulled apart. Sehun pretended to listen to him, but it didnât translate to his actions.
The older manâs lips collided with Yoonshinâs again. This time, he probed around more vigorously. Yoonshin, breathing hard, shoved his hands into the otherâs hair, grabbing a fistful. The mild pain must have aroused him as Sehun moved more aggressively.
âNgh, mmph! Ngh!â Yoonshin groaned.
The erotic sound of flesh squelching overwhelmed him. He didnât know whose, but clear fluid trickled down his jaw. Yoonshin gasped for air as he scratched at the otherâs neck with his shortly trimmed nails. Sehun, unable to bear any longer, undid a button on the younger manâs shirt and started to fondle his neck. Yoonshin twisted, resisting the urge to throw his head back.