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[ At this point, money is meaningless to Daseul. He's grown up with it all his life. Having more of it means nothing, and having less of it also means nothing. If the company profits tank because of something Daseul did, it doesn't matter. A different venture, and it'll be right back to where it started again. Trading a dip in profit with some wild sex seems more than worth it.
He helpfully moves his arms to easily slide his shirt from his shoulders, pulling his wrists through the cuffs and meeting Seungjun's gaze with something much, much hungrier. They don't have forever- at some point his real secretary will return, and it's best Seungjun is long gone by that point.
Luckily for Daseul though, he never lasts long enough for it to be an issue. ]
He helpfully moves his arms to easily slide his shirt from his shoulders, pulling his wrists through the cuffs and meeting Seungjun's gaze with something much, much hungrier. They don't have forever- at some point his real secretary will return, and it's best Seungjun is long gone by that point.
Luckily for Daseul though, he never lasts long enough for it to be an issue. ]
[ It must be nice to have more money than sense, and be able to toss it out so easily. Seungjun can't relate, and even with all his scamming and the increased money flow he's seen from it, he'll probably never be able to relate. That's just the way the world is. The rich stay rich, and the poor scramble for whatever they can get.
With the shirt out of the way, Seungjun slides across the desk a little closer, twisting his body around and planting his feet firmly down on the arms of Daseul's chair, pinning him in. ]
Where do you want it, sir? I'm very flexible with how I do my work.
[ A grin that sort of breaks the sultry mood he's setting just a little, because it's hard not to find this a little funny. ]
You can add that to my employee evaluation if you'd like.
With the shirt out of the way, Seungjun slides across the desk a little closer, twisting his body around and planting his feet firmly down on the arms of Daseul's chair, pinning him in. ]
Where do you want it, sir? I'm very flexible with how I do my work.
[ A grin that sort of breaks the sultry mood he's setting just a little, because it's hard not to find this a little funny. ]
You can add that to my employee evaluation if you'd like.
[ Whether Seungjun wants to take this seriously or treat it like the opening scenario to a poorly produced porn, Daseul doesn't mind. Just getting the fool around is enough for him, as much as he enjoys himself some roleplay here and there. Seungjun is attractive enough to get away with not playing along the way Daseul likes.
But Daseul is eager, and is willing to break his own character a little if it helps him get his way. ]
Kiss me.
[ The precurser to any good employee evaluation. He's all but vibrating out of his skin with eagerness. ]
And do me on the desk.
But Daseul is eager, and is willing to break his own character a little if it helps him get his way. ]
Kiss me.
[ The precurser to any good employee evaluation. He's all but vibrating out of his skin with eagerness. ]
And do me on the desk.
[ Nothing is quite as awful as being woken up in the middle of the night (it's before the sun, thus still night thank you), only to have something you hate shoved directly into your face.
This would be an actual nightmare if only Seungjun had been allowed to keep sleeping.
He blinks blearily, barely able to process what he's seeing as he turns to squint at Sojun's face in the dim light pouring in from the doorway. ]
... Bird?
[ A very intelligent observation. Thanks, Seungjun. ]
This would be an actual nightmare if only Seungjun had been allowed to keep sleeping.
He blinks blearily, barely able to process what he's seeing as he turns to squint at Sojun's face in the dim light pouring in from the doorway. ]
... Bird?
[ A very intelligent observation. Thanks, Seungjun. ]
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