“Sir, Lu Han, is here to see you. I think he brought you lunch.”
Joonmyun doesn’t press the button to send a reply. Instead he scurries over to his frosted glass door, pulling the blazer of his suit on before swinging it open.
Lu Han and Kyungsoo both looked up simultaneously, but Joonmyun could only see Lu han’s sparkling eyes crinkling innocently into a smile as he lifts the ice bucket nearly over his head proudly.
“I cooked!”
“Kyungsoo, I’m taking my lunch break. You should take yours too,” Joonmyun said offhandedly, focused on shepherding his boyfriend into his office quietly.
“Thank yo-”
Thunk.
Kyungsoo just rolled his eyes, locking down his computer to get ready for lunch.
--
“Oh, so formal,” Lu Han sing songed, playing with the lapels of Joonmyun’s suit as he presses their bodies together. Joonmyun felt the dips and swells of Lu Han’s thighs through the fabric of his slacks. He tried to distract himself to delay the heat creeping up his neck. Placing a hand on either side of Lu han’s biceps, a politely distant location, he forcec a bit of distance between them before planting a peck on Lu Han’s cheek.
“Nice to see you too. Dad always said to never let your employees see you without a full suit.”
“Do you really think,” Lu Han smirked, reeling Joonmyun back in by his tie, “that I attempted to cook, got all dressed up, and came all the way here to talk about your dad?”
Lu Han straightened out his back, jutting his hips forward slightly so they’re the first thing that Joonmyun comes into contact with. Joonmyun accepts all of Lu Han’s kisses compliantly, even at the awkward angle his head is tilted because Lu Han is on his tiptoes trying to hover over Joonmyun.
[something about lu’s dom posturing and attitude change]
“Lu Han…” he sputtered hesitantly, the back of his thighs sliding against his desk as Lu Han continued leading them towards the plush leather swivel chair. “Lu Han, I can’t.”
“That’s not what you said last week when you fucked me over your desk,” Lu Han smirked, giving the final push to Joonmyun’s chest so he topples into his chair. He promptly takes a seat on Joonmyun’s knees.
“Yeah but.. hehehe…” Joonmyun broke into giggles as he continued engaging in a losing battle at keeping Lu Han’s cold hands from furiously untucking his shirt. “That was after hours, and no one was here… hehe… People are going to be coming back from lunch soon.”
Lu Han’s lips brushed against the casing of his ear. “I promise I’ll be quiet, boss.”
The offer was tempting but Joonmyun’s sense of propriety won over as he mustered up a bit of anger to handcuff Lu Han’s wrists to his side.
He finally commanded with a hint of aggravation, “Lu Han, stop. I said no.”
Lu Han didn’t continue playing along, didn’t whimper in submission or keep trying to dig his way into Joonmyun’s pants flirtaciously. Joonmyun couldn’t find the resolve he displayed just moments ago to tear his eyes away from Lu Han’s eyes filled with contempt and annoyance.
“Okay fine.” Lu Han spat out the words coldly, hopping off Joonmyun’s lap.
Joonmyun had never been good at dealing with sulkiness. He stood awkwardly, smoothing out the newly-formed wrinkles in his shirt, as he watcheed Lu Han straighten out his clothes in the full length mirror by his door.
“Come on. Don’t be like this…” he muttered weakly reaching for Lu Han’s hand.
Lu Han doesn’t turn around and curtly states, “Enjoy the lunch. I’ll see you later.”
Joonmyun watched helplessly as his door silently swings closed behind Lu Han. He plopped down into his work chair and slouched as it slowly completes two lifeless rotations. After a long prolonged groan, he planted his feet under his desk, straightened his posture, and flipped open the top of the lunch box that Lu Han brought.
The first thing he saw was a small plastic sandwich bag full of water and ice. Confused, he pushes it aside to reveal another sandwich bag - this time filled with an actual sandwich. He smiles as he carefully extracts it from its plastic wrapping and peels apart the bread to examine the contents. On one side, he sees a leaf of lettuce with what appears to be mayonaise smeared over it. On the other, was a round mass of shredded grey matter. Upon sniffing and poking, Joonmyun deduced it was shredded chicken breast from a can. He snickered to himself.
“‘Attempted to cook’, huh?”
He pieced the sandwich back together and tried to fit it back neatly into the wrapper, when noticed tucked under the pack of wet napkins was a cannister of lube the size of his foot, rolling in a blanket of loose condom packets.
Joonmyun burst into a fit of laughter and kept breaking into amused grins sporadically throughout his lunch (which he bought from the building cafeteria).
--
“Oh, it’s you,” Lu Han’s voice dripped of exaggerated disappointment. Joonmyun tried to keep the smile from forming on his lips. He knows he shouldn’t, but Lu Han’s attempts at push-and-pull were always endearingly cute and transparent.
[rich luhan backstory - liking suho buying him expensive things, even though he can buy them himself, because it’s a form of security and possession]
[idk some kind of foreplay?? what even is the natural precursor to getting slapped to completion?]
“Do it, Lu Han.”
“You want me to?”
“Y-yes, please. Now.”
Before Joonmyun could register Lu Han recoiling his hand, he felt a sharp sting on his left cheek. The reverberations sent a shock through his whole body from the inside out.
“Harder, Lu Han.”
Lu Han took a long backswing of his arm along with a slight twist in his waist. The meat of his palm along with his the insides of his first knuckles connected with Joonmyun’s cheekbone with the force of Lu Han’s entire upper body.
Joonmyun let out a pained groan. His skin throbbed. Blood rushed to the site of injury in a rush of automated bodily panic. Each capillary engorged and throbbing with loving blood.
“Don’t stop,” he panted out.
Every nerve was awake, and with each subsequent slap, he could feel the chorus of neurons screaming out in panic and fear. Every cell, every layer of his body stepping towards hyperawareness with each thwack. The thick and wet slide of flesh around his member, the rhythmic thud of Lu Han’s cock beating against his gut, the fingers gripping at the base of his neck, the thumb digging murderously into the dip just below his adam’s apple. Every sensation more intense than it was the previous second.
Lu Han loomed large and tall over him. His small face and small pointed features highlighted by the dim lighting of the bedroom. His large doe eyes shone fiercely with anger. Everything about the contrast between Lu Han’s delicate beauty and his domineering attitude drove Joonmyun crazy.
“God, you’re pretty,” he confessed, despite (because) his knowing that the words would inflame Lu Han’s rage.
“Shut the fuck up,” Lu Han spat out before his left fingers whipped across his cheek and nose.
--
Lu Han floated his fingers over the flaming hot and slightly swollen left cheek, in a balance between wanting to massage the injury and knowing that contact would only add to the discomfort. He blew a stream of slow, cool air into Joonmyun’s face.
“You know, the first time you asked me to do this, I thought you were really weird,” Lu Han admitted happily, his eyes not leaving Joonmyun’s cheek. He placed the cool towel back down on the skin.
Re: team lay - unfinished sulu smut
“Yes, Kyungsoo?”
“Sir, Lu Han, is here to see you. I think he brought you lunch.”
Joonmyun doesn’t press the button to send a reply. Instead he scurries over to his frosted glass door, pulling the blazer of his suit on before swinging it open.
Lu Han and Kyungsoo both looked up simultaneously, but Joonmyun could only see Lu han’s sparkling eyes crinkling innocently into a smile as he lifts the ice bucket nearly over his head proudly.
“I cooked!”
“Kyungsoo, I’m taking my lunch break. You should take yours too,” Joonmyun said offhandedly, focused on shepherding his boyfriend into his office quietly.
“Thank yo-”
Thunk.
Kyungsoo just rolled his eyes, locking down his computer to get ready for lunch.
--
“Oh, so formal,” Lu Han sing songed, playing with the lapels of Joonmyun’s suit as he presses their bodies together. Joonmyun felt the dips and swells of Lu Han’s thighs through the fabric of his slacks. He tried to distract himself to delay the heat creeping up his neck. Placing a hand on either side of Lu han’s biceps, a politely distant location, he forcec a bit of distance between them before planting a peck on Lu Han’s cheek.
“Nice to see you too. Dad always said to never let your employees see you without a full suit.”
“Do you really think,” Lu Han smirked, reeling Joonmyun back in by his tie, “that I attempted to cook, got all dressed up, and came all the way here to talk about your dad?”
Lu Han straightened out his back, jutting his hips forward slightly so they’re the first thing that Joonmyun comes into contact with. Joonmyun accepts all of Lu Han’s kisses compliantly, even at the awkward angle his head is tilted because Lu Han is on his tiptoes trying to hover over Joonmyun.
[something about lu’s dom posturing and attitude change]
“Lu Han…” he sputtered hesitantly, the back of his thighs sliding against his desk as Lu Han continued leading them towards the plush leather swivel chair. “Lu Han, I can’t.”
“That’s not what you said last week when you fucked me over your desk,” Lu Han smirked, giving the final push to Joonmyun’s chest so he topples into his chair. He promptly takes a seat on Joonmyun’s knees.
“Yeah but.. hehehe…” Joonmyun broke into giggles as he continued engaging in a losing battle at keeping Lu Han’s cold hands from furiously untucking his shirt. “That was after hours, and no one was here… hehe… People are going to be coming back from lunch soon.”
Lu Han’s lips brushed against the casing of his ear. “I promise I’ll be quiet, boss.”
The offer was tempting but Joonmyun’s sense of propriety won over as he mustered up a bit of anger to handcuff Lu Han’s wrists to his side.
He finally commanded with a hint of aggravation, “Lu Han, stop. I said no.”
Lu Han didn’t continue playing along, didn’t whimper in submission or keep trying to dig his way into Joonmyun’s pants flirtaciously. Joonmyun couldn’t find the resolve he displayed just moments ago to tear his eyes away from Lu Han’s eyes filled with contempt and annoyance.
“Okay fine.” Lu Han spat out the words coldly, hopping off Joonmyun’s lap.
Joonmyun had never been good at dealing with sulkiness. He stood awkwardly, smoothing out the newly-formed wrinkles in his shirt, as he watcheed Lu Han straighten out his clothes in the full length mirror by his door.
“Come on. Don’t be like this…” he muttered weakly reaching for Lu Han’s hand.
Lu Han doesn’t turn around and curtly states, “Enjoy the lunch. I’ll see you later.”
Joonmyun watched helplessly as his door silently swings closed behind Lu Han. He plopped down into his work chair and slouched as it slowly completes two lifeless rotations. After a long prolonged groan, he planted his feet under his desk, straightened his posture, and flipped open the top of the lunch box that Lu Han brought.
The first thing he saw was a small plastic sandwich bag full of water and ice. Confused, he pushes it aside to reveal another sandwich bag - this time filled with an actual sandwich. He smiles as he carefully extracts it from its plastic wrapping and peels apart the bread to examine the contents. On one side, he sees a leaf of lettuce with what appears to be mayonaise smeared over it. On the other, was a round mass of shredded grey matter. Upon sniffing and poking, Joonmyun deduced it was shredded chicken breast from a can. He snickered to himself.
“‘Attempted to cook’, huh?”
He pieced the sandwich back together and tried to fit it back neatly into the wrapper, when noticed tucked under the pack of wet napkins was a cannister of lube the size of his foot, rolling in a blanket of loose condom packets.
Joonmyun burst into a fit of laughter and kept breaking into amused grins sporadically throughout his lunch (which he bought from the building cafeteria).
--
“Oh, it’s you,” Lu Han’s voice dripped of exaggerated disappointment. Joonmyun tried to keep the smile from forming on his lips. He knows he shouldn’t, but Lu Han’s attempts at push-and-pull were always endearingly cute and transparent.
[rich luhan backstory - liking suho buying him expensive things, even though he can buy them himself, because it’s a form of security and possession]
[idk some kind of foreplay?? what even is the natural precursor to getting slapped to completion?]
“Do it, Lu Han.”
“You want me to?”
“Y-yes, please. Now.”
Before Joonmyun could register Lu Han recoiling his hand, he felt a sharp sting on his left cheek. The reverberations sent a shock through his whole body from the inside out.
“Harder, Lu Han.”
Lu Han took a long backswing of his arm along with a slight twist in his waist. The meat of his palm along with his the insides of his first knuckles connected with Joonmyun’s cheekbone with the force of Lu Han’s entire upper body.
Joonmyun let out a pained groan. His skin throbbed. Blood rushed to the site of injury in a rush of automated bodily panic. Each capillary engorged and throbbing with loving blood.
“Don’t stop,” he panted out.
Every nerve was awake, and with each subsequent slap, he could feel the chorus of neurons screaming out in panic and fear. Every cell, every layer of his body stepping towards hyperawareness with each thwack. The thick and wet slide of flesh around his member, the rhythmic thud of Lu Han’s cock beating against his gut, the fingers gripping at the base of his neck, the thumb digging murderously into the dip just below his adam’s apple. Every sensation more intense than it was the previous second.
Lu Han loomed large and tall over him. His small face and small pointed features highlighted by the dim lighting of the bedroom. His large doe eyes shone fiercely with anger. Everything about the contrast between Lu Han’s delicate beauty and his domineering attitude drove Joonmyun crazy.
“God, you’re pretty,” he confessed, despite (because) his knowing that the words would inflame Lu Han’s rage.
“Shut the fuck up,” Lu Han spat out before his left fingers whipped across his cheek and nose.
--
Lu Han floated his fingers over the flaming hot and slightly swollen left cheek, in a balance between wanting to massage the injury and knowing that contact would only add to the discomfort. He blew a stream of slow, cool air into Joonmyun’s face.
“You know, the first time you asked me to do this, I thought you were really weird,” Lu Han admitted happily, his eyes not leaving Joonmyun’s cheek. He placed the cool towel back down on the skin.
“I know. You’ve told me this many, many times.”
“But I’m really happy I met you.”
“I know that too.”