[ It's largely a waste of Seungjun's time for now, but he wants to think he's clever enough to pull something better than the tidbits he's gotten so far from Daseul. If nothing else, fucking him at work increases Seungjun's chances of swiping something off of some desk that might contain some pertinent information at least.
In fact, he takes one quick glance around the room before his gaze falls on Daseul mid-scenario explanation.
It's a tried and true classic, and Seungjun can't fault the old man for pulling it out in this particular setting. Holding up one finger, Seungjun nods thoughtfully as he considers what has been asked of him.
Yes... yes he's coming up with something now. Reaching up to loosen his tie, he worries at his bottom lip with his teeth to make it a little redder before moving to the secretary's desk, and collapsing in her chair, fingers hovering above the keyboard as he acts like he's about to start working--
Only to freeze there, glancing sideways at Daseul in the big desk behind him. ]
[ Successful and rich aren't all there is to life when you're a big horny sucker and just want to be a porn star. He has this and a thousand more tropes to pull out before he's anywhere near finished fooling around with Seungjun.
There's nothing important hanging around the office for now, but there is a folder stacked on the side of Daseul's desk with a list of current employees, their wages, and the date of their planned terminations. It's not terribly useful information, but it gives something for Seungjun to work through until they meet again next time. None of them know anything critical enough for Daseul to worry about.
Whether it's handed to him or Seungjun takes it as he leaves doesn't matter to Daseul, as long as he gets what he wants first.
He's still in the same position as Seungjun gets into character, watching with a blank-faced vague amusement. ]
[ It's all too neatly placed for Seungjun to be satisfied with swiping it off of Daseul's desk and feeling clever about it. He's moving the mouse on the computer in front of him, frowning as he realizes the actual secretary was smart enough to log out before she left.
He's not getting into the sucker without a password, so he spins his rolling chair around instead, facing Daseul with a faux innocent look on his face. ]
There's something I've been meaning to talk to you, sir.
[ He pauses briefly before continuing. ]
How long have I worked for you now?
[ He's not giving Daseul time to reply, before answering his own question. ]
Five years now?
[ A dramatic sigh. Sure, he'd have started working for him while still in high school, but don't worry about details. It's roleplay! ]
Such a long time. And I've been a loyal employee all this time, haven't I?
[ The beauty of roleplay is that it doesn't need to make sense. As long as Daseul gets dick in the end, he doesn't care if the rest doesn't make a tiny shred of sense. It's the scenario that gets him off, not the details.
He doesn't need to feign interest as he nods along with the story Seungjun is feeding him; as always, he's interested to see where this will go, and how it'll get to where he wants it to get to. The destination is always the same, but the journey to get there never is.
He leans back in his cushy chair, tilting his head. ]
[ Suckered in. Daseul's eyes run hungrily across every tiny expanse of skin Seungjun offers him. He doesn't need to act a role to make his ideal porn scenario work out, because he was already horny the second Seungjun walked in. Without having to try, this will go off without a hitch.
He shifts a little in his chair, eyes struggling to meet Seungjun's gaze and not look down at his skin. ]
There isn't much room in the budget to pay you more.
[ Something he has said a thousand times to low ranked, low skilled employees thinking they're worth more than they are, wanting more without having anything to offer. ]
[ Seungjun hums thoughtfully as he taps lightly on his bottom lip, before standing up from his chair and sauntering his way over to Daseul with purpose. ]
Well... if it's a budget matter, then I could probably provide some extra services to earn my raise.
[ Once at Daseul's desk he sits down on the edge of it, undoing a couple more buttons, and sliding his hand into his shirt now that it's half undone. ]
[ It's such a thrill to be doing this with someone who actually takes it seriously. It's one thing to have someone half-assedly do what you ask so you can pretend you're living out some kind of weird fantasy, but it's another entirely to have someone commit to it. Seungjun is entirely too good at this, and Daseul loves it. Every second.
He stands up when Seungjun gets close, resting both hands on the desk to bring himself just that much closer. His interest is woefully obvious. ]
[ He's been doing this in a different capacity for awhile now. Most of the hands on jobs that he pulls involve some degree of acting from him, so sexual roleplay is an easy thing to step into.
Honestly, considering a lot of his hands on jobs also involve seduction this is actually remarkably familiar territory.
Seungjun takes his hand off of his own body to grab onto Daseul's tie now, pulling him just a little closer. ]
[ That's the best part about getting someone with practice; they're not awkward and unsure about what it is they can and can't do. Does Daseul mind that Seungjun has been around a lot? No. He'd be a hypocrite if he did, considering what it is he gets up to. The fact that Seungjun is so good at this is why Daseul finds it so hard to just send him away. He's too hard to get bored of.
Eye contact is even harder to maintain as Seungjun drags him forward, tightening his tie in a way that makes it a little harder to swallow- he still finds himself wanting to look down at his bare skin. ]
Give me a demonstration.
[ He doesn't want to settle for only what he wants when he could be out here having all that and more. ]
[ Call him Leo and give him an Oscar already, because Seungjun is a goddamn pro. He doesn't even bat an eyelash at Daseul's demand, though he does lower his eyelids demurely as he slides his way across the desk so he can whisper direction into Daseul's ear, as he walks his fingers up Daseul's chest. ]
Yes, sir. Please watch my demonstration and very carefully consider what I'm worth.
[ With deft fingers he starts to unbutton Daseul's shirt. ]
[ Seungjun is entirely too talented at this for his own good, but it makes the money Daseul loses for every bit of information he trades in exchange for great sex worth it. His coming around always tanks Daseul's productivity, but he likes to think of it as a good work-life balance.
He leans into Seungjun's fingers as Seungjun starts to undress him, too eager to sit still in his chair. It pushes his role a little, but at this point it's fine. He's just- super horny. ]
[ Worth it for him, but maybe not for the money losing profit. Then again, Daseul's easily rich enough to pay back for anything Seungjun manages to steal.
For now.
He bites his bottom lip, raising his gaze to make eye contact with Daseul as he continues his work down to the very last button. That done he slides his hand across Daseul's shoulder, under the fabric of the shirt to help lift it off of him. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ Now now! Seungjun thinks he's doing a swell job of playing along with Daseul's request, even if he's hamming it up a little more than necessary at the moment.
It seems his clever jokes are going to be ignored in favor of the main event, however. Truly tragic. Genius is so rarely appreciated, but Seungjun can let this one slide for the time being.
Seungjun ducks down to press his lips against Daseul's own again, and grabs him by the collar of his shirt to yank him froward. He's more than happy to comply with this request, but he needs Daseul to shift his position a little to make that happen. ]
[ A boy who loves a good tightly woven roleplay Daseul might be, but he is also a boy who loves a good, hard fuck even more, and he'll never let them overlap in a way that leaves him feeling needy and unfilled. He's still very much interested in holding onto his role, don't get him wrong, but he also lacks patience, and he wants to get fucked a little before he goes back to pretending.
The sudden rough treatment means nothing to him but excitement pounding in his chest, and he eagerly complies with what Seungjun wants, following him forward like a touch-starved baby duck who wants nothing more than kisses and filth thrown straight into his lap. ]
[ They also don't have an endless amount of time here to fulfill all of Daseul's kinkiest dreams. There are still other people in this building that will eventually want to get back to doing their jobs, after all.
So maybe Seungjun is a little rougher than necessarily as he manhandles Daseul up onto his own desk and pushes him down onto his back. He's relatively certain from past experiences that Daseul doesn't mind at all, and as an added bonus Seungjun managed to pull that move off with relatively little kiss interruptions.
Daseul's welcome.
However, he does pull away from the kiss now, as he straddles Daseul's thighs and works at the zipper on his pants. ]
Just sit back and let me take care of everything, sir.
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In fact, he takes one quick glance around the room before his gaze falls on Daseul mid-scenario explanation.
It's a tried and true classic, and Seungjun can't fault the old man for pulling it out in this particular setting. Holding up one finger, Seungjun nods thoughtfully as he considers what has been asked of him.
Yes... yes he's coming up with something now. Reaching up to loosen his tie, he worries at his bottom lip with his teeth to make it a little redder before moving to the secretary's desk, and collapsing in her chair, fingers hovering above the keyboard as he acts like he's about to start working--
Only to freeze there, glancing sideways at Daseul in the big desk behind him. ]
Mr. Kim...
[ An imploring tone, overly sweet. ]
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There's nothing important hanging around the office for now, but there is a folder stacked on the side of Daseul's desk with a list of current employees, their wages, and the date of their planned terminations. It's not terribly useful information, but it gives something for Seungjun to work through until they meet again next time. None of them know anything critical enough for Daseul to worry about.
Whether it's handed to him or Seungjun takes it as he leaves doesn't matter to Daseul, as long as he gets what he wants first.
He's still in the same position as Seungjun gets into character, watching with a blank-faced vague amusement. ]
Secretary Kwak.
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He's not getting into the sucker without a password, so he spins his rolling chair around instead, facing Daseul with a faux innocent look on his face. ]
There's something I've been meaning to talk to you, sir.
[ He pauses briefly before continuing. ]
How long have I worked for you now?
[ He's not giving Daseul time to reply, before answering his own question. ]
Five years now?
[ A dramatic sigh. Sure, he'd have started working for him while still in high school, but don't worry about details. It's roleplay! ]
Such a long time. And I've been a loyal employee all this time, haven't I?
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He doesn't need to feign interest as he nods along with the story Seungjun is feeding him; as always, he's interested to see where this will go, and how it'll get to where he wants it to get to. The destination is always the same, but the journey to get there never is.
He leans back in his cushy chair, tilting his head. ]
You have.
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It's so hot in here.
[ It's not. ]
Ah, but as I was saying. I've been so loyal for so long.
[ He slides the tips of his fingers across the exposed skin of his chest. ]
And I think for all my hard work I deserve a raise.
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He shifts a little in his chair, eyes struggling to meet Seungjun's gaze and not look down at his skin. ]
There isn't much room in the budget to pay you more.
[ Something he has said a thousand times to low ranked, low skilled employees thinking they're worth more than they are, wanting more without having anything to offer. ]
What can you do that nobody else can?
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Well... if it's a budget matter, then I could probably provide some extra services to earn my raise.
[ Once at Daseul's desk he sits down on the edge of it, undoing a couple more buttons, and sliding his hand into his shirt now that it's half undone. ]
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He stands up when Seungjun gets close, resting both hands on the desk to bring himself just that much closer. His interest is woefully obvious. ]
What kind of services could you offer?
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Honestly, considering a lot of his hands on jobs also involve seduction this is actually remarkably familiar territory.
Seungjun takes his hand off of his own body to grab onto Daseul's tie now, pulling him just a little closer. ]
What kind of services would you like?
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Eye contact is even harder to maintain as Seungjun drags him forward, tightening his tie in a way that makes it a little harder to swallow- he still finds himself wanting to look down at his bare skin. ]
Give me a demonstration.
[ He doesn't want to settle for only what he wants when he could be out here having all that and more. ]
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Yes, sir. Please watch my demonstration and very carefully consider what I'm worth.
[ With deft fingers he starts to unbutton Daseul's shirt. ]
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He leans into Seungjun's fingers as Seungjun starts to undress him, too eager to sit still in his chair. It pushes his role a little, but at this point it's fine. He's just- super horny. ]
Yes, Secretary Kwak.
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For now.
He bites his bottom lip, raising his gaze to make eye contact with Daseul as he continues his work down to the very last button. That done he slides his hand across Daseul's shoulder, under the fabric of the shirt to help lift it off of him. ]
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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. ]
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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.
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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.
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It seems his clever jokes are going to be ignored in favor of the main event, however. Truly tragic. Genius is so rarely appreciated, but Seungjun can let this one slide for the time being.
Seungjun ducks down to press his lips against Daseul's own again, and grabs him by the collar of his shirt to yank him froward. He's more than happy to comply with this request, but he needs Daseul to shift his position a little to make that happen. ]
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The sudden rough treatment means nothing to him but excitement pounding in his chest, and he eagerly complies with what Seungjun wants, following him forward like a touch-starved baby duck who wants nothing more than kisses and filth thrown straight into his lap. ]
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So maybe Seungjun is a little rougher than necessarily as he manhandles Daseul up onto his own desk and pushes him down onto his back. He's relatively certain from past experiences that Daseul doesn't mind at all, and as an added bonus Seungjun managed to pull that move off with relatively little kiss interruptions.
Daseul's welcome.
However, he does pull away from the kiss now, as he straddles Daseul's thighs and works at the zipper on his pants. ]
Just sit back and let me take care of everything, sir.