A few months later...

Taehyung is in the middle of sorting out the annual tax return paper work in the middle of his office floor. He's half buried amongst piles of receipts and letters when Jungkook pops his head around the door that hangs slightly ajar.

"Good afternoon," he says, in a very casual tone. The little brow wriggle over the glasses is entirely unnecessary and Taehyung is about to tell the man so when he carries on, "I'd like to see you in my office please," with a changing tone – it clearly implies something, but what, Taehyung couldn't say. Jungkook disappears before he has a chance to even reply.

He may not have had a chance to speak, but the mere glimpse of his partner was plenty enough for Taehyung's cheeks to heat up – the nicely fitting white coat, shirt and tie... plus the glasses – their effect on him is in no way lessened by knowing what's underneath, in fact, knowing, has made everything even worse for Taehyung. He's a flustered mess at work half of the time.

Mrs Lee walks in directly after Jungkook makes himself scarce, before Taehyung has the chance to remove his hands from his flushed face.

She takes one look at him and says, "About time!" as she drops yet another pile of papers on the desk. When she turns to leave, the assistant gives Taehyung one of her rare smiles and something he has never seen before: a wink. She walks out without another word.

"Guess cat's out the bag..." Taehyung mutters to himself and heads for Jungkook's office.

The room appears empty when he walks in. He's about to turn back out when a very familiar soft voice speaks from behind the partition, "Dr Kim, please close the door and come here."

Taehyung's heart instantly skips a beat. Stiffly, he turns and forces himself to function. Not only does he close the door, but (hopeful as ever), he locks it.

He's barely behind the privacy screen and warm hands yank him close by the nape of the neck. Breathless, he speaks against Jungkook's lips. "Dr Jeon, what could possibly be more important than the annual tax return?"

Jungkook's mouth claims him with such fervour that Taehyung arches into the hold, completely powerless, as his arms automatically wrap around the shoulders. A sensual sigh sinks into the kiss, he no longer cares where they are or what he was doing, this is all he wants.

"Missed you..." Jungkook whispers along Taehyung's throat, fingers already working down the front to unbutton the shirt.

"Ah-I missed you too, hhng, Jung–" The mouth silences all of Taehyung's objections, his shirt and white coat fall on the floor, the slacks follow soon after and in less than a minute, he's naked in Jungkook's arms, who is still fully dressed. "What about Mrs Lee?"

"I sent her home, it's just us..." Jungkook mutters and carries on kissing, his tongue licking deep into Taehyung's mouth, despite the struggling.

"Jungkook," Taehyung whines, pushing against the chest. "It's barely lunchtime, what are people going to think...?" The words come out automatically, even when Taehyung is no longer thinking about anything other than the hands moving all over his naked body, sliding and kneading possessively. His hands dare to resist, they are pushing away, but they are already severely lacking in their sincerity.

"There are no appointments left for the day, I left half a day free to do the tax return. But if you are going to keep resisting, I'm going to get so turned on I'm going to have to fuck you for all of it and there won't be any time to do what needs to be done..." Jungkook threatens in a dark tone, tugging Taehyung's head back by the hair.

Taehyung instantly drops onto the floor, knees neatly together, he can resist anything but the dark Jungkook – that one gets him going every damn time.

He yanks the pants open and pulls our the treasure hiding underneath. Eager, he sucks the hot, wet head into his mouth, eyes flicking open in surprise when hands grip both of his wrists.

"You think that's going to get you out of it?" Jungkook taunts, pulling the wrists behind himself so that the mouth is pulled deeper onto the cock. Taehyung keeps on struggling, because it turns him on – he knows it turns Jungkook on too, even if he's usually more reluctant to admit it.

Taehyung still doesn't know how Jungkook always knows the exact way to act to get him so weak he'll do anything. It's been months, and it's still utter heaven. Every single daydream Taehyung has ever had, in no way compares to everything that Jungkook has already done with him, to him – it only feeds his imagination further, they both feed off each other in a fierce torrent of depraved passion. Only treatment time is sacred, the business is never compromised, but everything else, anywhere else, is free game.

Taehyung has never been so happy.

He pouts when Jungkook pulls out of his mouth and practically drags him to the large desk. He's shoved against it, face down. Piles of files fall onto the floor, Jungkook doesn't seem to care, he simply reaches for the lube that lives in the locked, top drawer.

"Don't move," he grits at Taehyung. As if he'd dare – his ass is still pink from the last time he did what he wasn't supposed to do. There is pleasure in obeying and dis-obeying, they have taken months to explore their preferences and where both of their boundaries lie. Sometimes, the sexiest thing of all, is to push it. Today, clearly, is not that day.

Taehyung lies still, cheek against the shiny mahogany, head full of filth, already.

When the lubed up cock pushes in, he takes it, moaning deeply when he melts against the wood. Jungkook rams against him like Taehyung hadn't already been busy riding his brains out before breakfast.

He jolts against the wood, trying so hard to be quiet. They might not have clients or staff in, but it's the middle of the day and if any passer-by heard what went on behind these closed doors, they'd be in trouble.

"Do I need to fuck harder to make you sing?" Jungkook threatens, smile lingering in his words.

Taehyung presses a hand over his mouth, shaking his head but Jungkook takes no notice, he slams against him so hard his naked figure squeaks on the shiny table.

"Fuck!" Taehyung pants, "You!"

His resistance comes naturally – perhaps only because he wants there to be force, he loves it when Jungkook "makes him" do things, within the boundaries of what they have agreed on. The force allows him to enjoy it without guilt or pretence or shame, it means only pleasure blossoms between them. Their dynamic is perfectly balanced.

"So you did, it was a pretty wild ride this morning, I could get used to you waking me up like that every day..." Jungkook slows down, spreading the cheeks with his fingers. He slaps the already pink ass cheek softly and Taehyung squeals.

"Still tender?" Jungkook asks, concern obvious in his voice.

"It's f-fine... Ah!" The pain is glorious, Taehyung's insides squeeze with an unavoidable tremor when the discomfort of his pink ass is re-activated and it adds to the pleasure he is already feeling, making it really sing.

"Not your time yet, blossom..." Jungkook threatens. "Are you going to hold it...?" he asks, teasing further by casually slapping both of the cheeks, thrusting even faster.

Taehyung's head shakes, his thighs tremble, he's so close, he can't hold it, he simply can't. It's too much.

Hands grip over his shoulders and Jungkook uses them for leverage and ups the ante, he fucks short and fast, aiming high and Taehyung can hear himself start wailing.

"Suck your fingers, baby," Jungkook orders. Taehyung shakes his head – disobeying, because that would surely be the last straw... "Now." Jungkook shouts, slapping the tender ass cheek again and again while pulling on the hair roughly.

Realising it's too late anyway, Taehyung pushes four fingers into his mouth, deep. Instantly, he can feel himself start to unravel, while every thrust inside him grinds so perfectly, spreading him, moulding him.

"C'mon, baby," Jungkook says, giving his permission and straight away, Taehyung comes, sucking onto his fingers. Jungkook can't hold it either, he grinds deep and slow, riding the waves of pleasure until he, too, comes deep inside Taehyung. Soft kisses drop on his shoulder.

"Feel better?" Jungkook asks, words warm with a smile.

"You are impossible..." Taehyung sighs, so completely relaxed on the desk that moving seems too much to ask.

After wiping him down, Jungkook pulls Taehyung onto his lap on the chair and they sit in silence for a long while, cuddling, until Taehyung shivers under the air-conditioning. Jungkook pulls a stray white coat over him.

"It's your fault, you know..." Jungkook starts, hand tucking the edges of the fabric under Taehyung with care.

"What is?"

"The fact that I can't stop fucking you every chance I get..." Jungkook mutters, close.

"I don't know, sounds like a "you" problem..." Taehyung says, chuckling softly.

"I can't look at you here without thinking about all those things that you've had in your head for months before you finally opened up to me..."

"You mean, when you made me confess," Taehyung adds drily.

"Semantics," Jungkook smiles, tucking a stray hair behind his ear.

"Did you actually want me for something urgent or...?"

Jungkook grins, visibly tempted by another joke, but in the end, he settles for the actual matter at hand. "I was going to ask you about the straps, need to send them back, I guess?" There's something hopeful gleaming in the corner of his eye.

Taehyung pretends to think, pouting.

"No, I think we should keep those... I'm not sure we tested them properly, should probably try that again... Do a more thorough test." His smile spreads into a wide grin.

"See, this is what I mean!" Jungkook rolls his eyes, biting at a lip. "I could totally go again..." he grabs Taehyung's ass, squeezing gently, and just like that, he arches, gasping. He is more than willing, too.

"Ah, that's not fair!" Taehyung mutters. "Besides, we have a tax return to complete, you are going to be on your best behaviour until then!" he adds, grinning when Jungkook glares at him at the words.

"I think you just stole my line," he pouts.

"You snooze, you lose!" Taehyung gets up and runs toward the shower, "Come on, the quicker we do it, the quicker we'll get out of here!" he peeks back into the office, brows wriggling and Jungkook laughs, heartily.

"Alright, I'm coming!"

💖 The End 💖