The office soon filled with the sounds of their moans, the slapping of flesh, and Seo Ha-yoon’s occasional pleas. They were so engrossed in their passion that sweat dripped from their bodies. Choi Sang-hyuk paused to turn on the air conditioner before resuming his relentless thrusts.
“Let me come… inside me… please…”
As his climax neared, Seo Ha-yoon desperately tried to hold back, wanting to come with Choi Sang-hyuk. Sensing Seo Ha-yoon’s limit, Choi Sang-hyuk increased his pace, his own climax imminent.
“Come for me,” Choi Sang-hyuk commanded.
With his permission, Seo Ha-yoon reached his peak, his body convulsing with pleasure. Choi Sang-hyuk thrust deeply one last time, his body tensing as he released inside Seo Ha-yoon. They climaxed almost simultaneously, Seo Ha-yoon trembling as he felt the warm semen fill him.
Their breaths came in ragged gasps, evidence of their intense lovemaking. Seo Ha-yoon lay limp on the desk, struggling to catch his breath. Choi Sang-hyuk lifted him gently and seated him on his lap, where Seo Ha-yoon leaned against his chest, exhausted.
It had been a stormy session, brief but incredibly intense and thrilling. As Seo Ha-yoon caught his breath, he playfully traced Choi Sang-hyuk’s jawline, a soft laugh escaping him.
“How did you come up with this scenario? I never imagined you’d set something like this up.”
“When your lover has a kink, you adapt,” Choi Sang-hyuk replied casually.
“Are you calling me a pervert?”
“If the shoe fits…”
Seo Ha-yoon pouted, feigning offense. Choi Sang-hyuk chuckled.
“You got off on sucking my cock just because your boss told you to. If that’s not perverted, what is?”
“That’s because it’s you! If it were anyone else, I’d have punched them instead of getting turned on.”
“Remember that. Don’t even think about messing around with someone else.”
“What, you think I’m going to cheat?”
“You have a history.”
Seo Ha-yoon fell silent, unable to deny it. He had, after all, been involved with Ha Jun-seo and continued to see him.
“Forget it. I don’t remember any of that, so you can’t blame me.”
Seo Ha-yoon used his memory loss as a shield, which Choi Sang-hyuk acknowledged with a click of his tongue. He playfully shook Seo Ha-yoon’s protruding lip.
“Your memory loss is quite convenient, isn’t it?”
“It’s not a convenience, it’s a fact. Anyway, you don’t need to worry. There’s no way I’d cheat on someone as handsome and sexy as you.”
“For someone who claims that, you seem quite friendly with other men.”
Seo Ha-yoon raised an eyebrow, realizing that Choi Sang-hyuk was referring to his interactions with male colleagues at work.
“That’s just socializing. If we’re being picky, should I be jealous of Manager Kim? You spend more time with him than with me, and he’s quite handsome too.”
“…Are you interested in Manager Kim?”
Choi Sang-hyuk’s unexpected question left Seo Ha-yoon exasperated, and he playfully slapped Choi Sang-hyuk’s back.
“That’s not what I meant! Oh, come on…”
Seo Ha-yoon paused, struck by a thought. He realized he hadn’t expressed his feelings to Choi Sang-hyuk lately. Perhaps that was the issue.
Seo Ha-yoon wrapped his arms around Choi Sang-hyuk’s neck and whispered in his ear, “I love you, Choi Sang-hyuk.”
He felt Choi Sang-hyuk’s body tense, then tighten around him in a firm embrace. The pressure was comforting, and Seo Ha-yoon felt a surge of affection. Since they had already crossed boundaries in the office…
“Want to go another round?” Seo Ha-yoon whispered.
The answer came not in words, but in a passionate kiss that followed immediately.
***
By the time they left the company, it was past 10 PM. With everyone gone, there was no awkwardness in leaving together. Everyone knew, to some extent, that Seo Ha-yoon had connections through Choi Sang-hyuk, even if they pretended otherwise.
They headed straight to the cinema, a frequent date spot when their schedules aligned. Seo Ha-yoon cherished these simple, ordinary dates—watching a movie together, sharing a drink, and enjoying each other’s company. They always sat in the back row, center seats, where they could see everything without feeling watched. On quiet nights, they’d steal a kiss, enjoying the intimacy of the darkened theater. Holding hands in the dim light, free from prying eyes, was a joy Seo Ha-yoon treasured.
“That was totally fun. Right?”
Seo Ha-yoon spoke, his voice slightly slurred from the alcohol. His pronunciation was beginning to falter. Whenever they went on dates like this, no matter what they did, he always ended up drinking too much because it all felt so enjoyable. But it didn’t matter. With the dependable Choi Sang-hyuk by his side, what was there to worry about?
“Your taste in movies is terrible.”
Choi Sang-hyuk refilled Seo Ha-yoon’s glass as he spoke.
“What do you mean, terrible? If you’re going to watch something in theaters, it better be a Hollywood action movie. Otherwise, it’s a waste of money.”
Seo Ha-yoon grumbled as he sipped his drink.
Seo Ha-yoon’s taste in movies was unwavering—Hollywood action blockbusters, and nothing else. His firm belief was that only films packed with expensive cars, guns, explosions, and thrills were worth the price of a movie ticket. Choi Sang-hyuk, on the other hand, seemed indifferent to Hollywood action films. He only went along because Seo Ha-yoon wanted to watch them, sitting beside him more out of obligation than enjoyment.
“Then what kind of movies do you even like? Next time, we’ll go see something you actually enjoy!”
Seo Ha-yoon set his glass down with a loud thud, as if generously offering a compromise.
“I’m not really into movies. If I have that kind of time, I’d rather work.”
As expected. That was exactly the kind of answer he anticipated.
“You’re such a boring person. You’re not interested in this, you’re not interested in that. What’s the point of living if you don’t enjoy anything? You workaholic.”
“Like you said, I live for the fun of making money and feeding you. And, of course, for the fun of having sex with you.”
“Ugh, seriously. How can you just say stuff like that? What if someone hears you?”
Even though they were in a private room, Seo Ha-yoon anxiously glanced around as if someone might be eavesdropping from the next room.
“And! I’m earning enough to cover my own expenses now, okay? Do you even know how much my salary is? I paid for the movie today, I bought the popcorn, and I’m paying for this too!”
Seo Ha-yoon lifted his chin proudly. Sure, compared to what Choi Sang-hyuk made, his salary was nothing, but still—he was officially a working adult earning his own paycheck now.
“Heh—”
Choi Sang-hyuk let out a quiet scoff, as if watching a cute little performance. No matter how grown-up Seo Ha-yoon thought he was, in Sang-hyuk’s eyes, he was still just a baby chick.
“I even started a savings plan!”
“Oh—”
Choi Sang-hyuk gave an exaggeratedly impressed sound and poured him another drink. Seo Ha-yoon leaned in closer, lowering his voice as if revealing a grand secret.
“When my savings mature, let’s use it to go to Hawaii together. We’ll lie on sunbeds, sip cocktails, take surfing lessons…”
“And find a quiet, secluded beach at sunset to have sex. Sounds perfect.”
Choi Sang-hyuk veered the conversation straight in that direction again.
“Ugh, seriously. Is that all you ever think about?”
Seo Ha-yoon reached out and lightly hit Choi Sang-hyuk’s arm. Choi Sang-hyuk swiftly caught his hand and playfully nibbled on his fingers.
“If we go all the way there, are you saying we won’t do it?”
Choi Sang-hyuk asked while biting his fingers gently. His gaze was laced with meaning. Seo Ha-yoon suddenly pictured the two of them, naked and tangled together on a sunset-lit beach. It was embarrassing… but also strangely enticing.
“I’m not saying we won’t…”
Seo Ha-yoon murmured, pouting slightly. Choi Sang-hyuk let out a low chuckle.
“Ah, you’re laughing again.”
Seo Ha-yoon rested his chin on the table and watched him with fascination. Choi Sang-hyuk’s laughter was always fleeting—just a brief, passing moment before it disappeared. But somehow, the afterglow of it lingered for a long time.
“You look best when you laugh. Maybe it’s because you do it so rarely?”
“Unlike someone who walks around grinning like an idiot all day.”
That someone was undoubtedly Ha Jun-seo. But Seo Ha-yoon pretended not to understand and simply raised his glass, clinking it against Choi Sang-hyuk’s with a soft clink before downing the rest of his drink.
“Don’t drink too much. And don’t suddenly pass out on me again.”
“I haven’t had that much.”
“Your pronunciation’s already starting to slur.”
“No, id’s nod… I mean… ah, you’re righd…”
Seo Ha-yoon blinked, realizing his own words were getting muddled. He nodded to himself in acknowledgment.
