The best worker of the month.

Fucking work, fucking office, fucking Monday and finally fucking Han Jisung. Lee Minho is already pretty exhausted to encourage his success in programming. He has been the best employee of the month for the fifth month in a row. He’s so brilliant that he’s already infuriating. If Lee had ignored this rude boy at the interview. But no, he saw a special potential in Jisung, despite his speech, in which the mate and disrespectful communication style kept slipping through. It’s been five months, but Han hasn’t changed. He’s still the same rude genius with an inflated self-esteem. — What have you got there? Shit, redo it. — Jisung wandered around the office with a pack of chips, now and then leaning over to his colleagues' computers, telling off their work in full. — As much as possible! You’re not in charge here! Why dare you tell us off!? — The girl, finally unable to stand it, jumped up from her seat, loudly indignant. — What’s going on again? — Minho came to the cry of the worker. He is already used to the quirks of his employees, so he reacts to them with special calmness. — Han Jison is telling us off again! — The girl looked displeased at Han, who was sitting on her table and eating crispy potatoes with a nasty smile on his face. — Jisung, come into my office. — Lee nodded understandingly to the employee, silently promising to deal with him. The door to the boss’s office opened without knocking and Han appeared in the doorway. — Sit down, — Minho closed the laptop, clasping his hands in the lock. — Have you finished the project I assigned you this morning? — I made it two hours ago and sent it to your email. — Jisung threw his feet on the table, shamelessly crunching a snack. —Please take your feet off my desk, — Lee looked him sternly in the eyes, being very sensitive to the furniture in his office. — Since you’ve finished, here are the documents for the next tender, prepare a portfolio and make a presentation, the deadline is this Friday. Minho handed him a stack of papers and a flash drive. — No problem, it will be ready tonight. — Are you sure you can do it in 4 hours, when it takes me a couple of days? — Lee chuckled, although he knew perfectly well that he would probably make it. — Are you doubting me, boss? — Not a bit, that’s why, please, do not interfere with the work of others, okay? — Minho softened, hoping to convince Jisung with pleasant words. — I’m not bothering them, I’m just pointing out their mistakes. But.. I understand you, I will try not to put pressure on their unstable personalities, — Han grinned and threw an empty packet of chips on the floor, raising his eyebrows defiantly. — Oops, I think I’ll go, I still have to make a presentation for the tender. — Jisung winked, quickly scurrying out of the office of his boss, who was already seething with rage. — He’s insufferable... — Lee whispered softly, putting his hand to his forehead. Minho clearly did not expect that his childhood dream of creating games and making money from them would lead him to this. Of course, he succeeded in his plan, because his company is the leader in the Korean market in the gaming field, but sometimes it seems to him that he drags all the work on himself, and all his employees, whom he carefully selected for several years, absolutely scored on their work, mostly idling. But then, a few months ago, he found an uncut rock, deciding to make a diamond out of it. And he did it. Han became the real salvation for Lee’s company, carrying out all orders quickly and accurately, only now, behavior and discipline were a little lame. However, Minho continued to put up with it, unlike Jisung’s colleagues who really hated him. After all, because of the monthly bonus for Han, their salary was cut, and Lee’s attention completely shifted to him. Jisung didn’t give a damn. He doesn’t care at all what his colleagues think about him. The main thing is that his boss is happy and pays him money. ~07:52 p.m~ The door to Minho’s office opened again without knocking. — I’m done. — Han was standing in the doorway again, wearily rubbing his eyes. — Let’s see. — Lee turned the laptop towards Jisung, urging him to sit down and insert the flash drive. — Wow.. It wasn’t easy. I thought already, I won’t finish today... — Han tried to insert the flash drive into the connector, missing a couple of times. — Did you see the time? You’re late. If you have to go, you can get ready, but if you want to hear my opinion, you’ll have to wait a little longer. — Minho looked at his watch, and then at the open door, in the hall behind which the lights had already been turned off. — I want to listen, — Jisung turned the laptop towards Lee, laying his head on his hands in anticipation. — Try to be as honest as possible, boss. — Do you know that you’re the only one who calls me that? — Minho chuckled, concentrating on running his fingers over the keyboard. — Oh, really? Am I polite enough? It seems to me that I am correcting myself, as you asked, boss. — It sounded too sarcastic from Han’s lips. Speaking of lips. Jisung was always biting them, which made them turn a bright pink shade and swell a little. And here’s the problem. Lee could not ignore it in any way, and therefore, his gaze often slid over them, involuntarily sinking lower to the graceful neck. If the elder only knew how Han secretly watches his hands and fingers that are so skillfully tapping on the keyboard, he probably wouldn’t be so modest. However, they were both quite blind, since they did not notice these glances on themselves, that even now, they are walking on their bodies again. — You still haven’t learned how to knock on my door. — Minho concluded, quickly scrolling through the slides with the mouse. — I’ll take it into consideration, boss. — Jisung with an undisguised grin looked at the skin under his boss’s shirt, which was unbuttoned by a couple of buttons. — Take a look, — Lee beckoned to him, urging him to come from the other side. — Why didn’t you highlight the main advantages of the characters' functions, but at the same time, pointed out their disadvantages? — Minho moved the cursor across the screen, frowning with displeasure. Han leaned towards the screen, practically laying his head on the elder’s shoulder. — Oh.. I’m sorry, boss, I think I need a little more time to edit... — You’ve already got me with your “boss”. And also, don’t pretend you didn’t know about this mistake, you made it on purpose to attract my attention, didn’t you? Or maybe you just want me to tell you off? — Lee grabbed Han by the dangling tie and pulled a little towards himself, wanting to look him in the eye. — I don’t think you got me right, boss... — Jisung opened his eyes in confusion, involuntarily biting his lower lip. — Oh, my God.. So where did your rudeness go? What’s with the guilty look and flushed cheeks? It’s too much... — Minho wanted to finish, but he was interrupted by Han, who abruptly pressed his lips. With incredible pressure, Jisung tried to get his tongue into the mouth of the elder, but he also persistently restrained him, hoping to take the kiss into a more gentle channel. Han suddenly pulled away. — Sorry, boss, but I’ve wanted this for too long to hold back now. — Jisung took Lee’s lips again, exploring the elder’s mouth without resistance. Minho moved his hands to Han’s slender waist, which was perfectly emphasized by a cropped jacket and a shirt tucked into black trousers. Lee got up from his chair, without breaking the kiss, sat Jisung down on his desk, placing his hands on either side of him. — And how long have you been waiting for this? — Minho chuckled, watching Han’s chest heaving with ragged breathing, and his parted lips glistening with the moisture of viscous saliva. — From the first day of work in this office. I wanted to get closer to you from the very beginning, so I tried to be more rude in order to please you. — Jisung lowered his gaze in embarrassment, lightly kicking his legs. — By the way, boss, can I sit here..? — Han ran his palm over the smooth surface of the table, awkwardly looking up at the elder. — So your plan worked.. And don’t worry about the table, he’s seen more than that. — Lee unobtrusively stroked Jisung’s thigh with his fingertips, running his hand higher. — B-boss.. I.. I honestly didn’t make a mistake on purpose. I was just inattentive... — Han spoke softly, as if afraid to make an extra sound. — Do you understand that I can’t give you a bonus every month anyway? Other employees are unhappy. So your mistake is just in time. — Minho’s hand gently stroked his right kneecap, moving higher again. — Well.. Then, will you be able to reward me differently?.. — Jisung involuntarily squeezed his knees, feeling how the elder’s palm wanted to slide between his thighs. — Huh. I’ll think. — Lee exhaled loudly, approaching the thin skin on the milky neck. He just continued to inhale and exhale, trying to remember this magical aroma of tart male perfume mixed with the smell of light sweat and coffee drunk not so long ago, which smelled from the younger’s half-open mouth. — You have no idea how much you piss me off. — Minho abruptly pulled away, placing a beautiful palm on someone else’s neck. — Do I piss you off? — Han opened his eyes in bewilderment, but the bewilderment was quickly replaced by fright from the feeling of light suffocation. — And now.. Have you decided to kill me? So that I don’t piss you off? — Jisung wheezed, trying to control the boss’s hand, clinging to it with short nails. — Oh. You know, it’ll even get more used to it. — Lee loosened his grip, raising his eyebrows a little in surprise. — More used to?.. And.. I get it. — Han jumped off the table, pressing the elder to him with lightning speed. The edge of the table bit painfully into the back of Minho, who was being leaned towards him more and more. — So.. My boss doesn’t like nice boys who obey him, does he? — Jisung slightly stuck out his knee, resting it right in Lee’s groin. Minho unconsciously pushed forward, closing his eyes from the pleasant feeling of trembling in the lower abdomen. Only a soft squeak reached Han’s ears, after which Lee’s lips tightened into a thin line. Jisung stood up straight, not intending to be an “obedient boy” who would allow his boss to continue to rub against his knee without hindrance. — Why are you silent, boss? You didn’t answer, maybe I should still be malleable and let you fuck me like the last bitch? — Han leaned even closer to Minho, forcing him to lean even more towards the table. — Fuck you. Han Jisung, did you decide to break me in the sexes? My back is about to break... — The only thing Lee could say, being practically lying on his own desk. — How formal. Han Jisung? Maybe I should call you Lee Minho then? Or.. Mr. Lee? All your investors address you this way. Come to think of it, I’m also your investor. I passed an interview in your company, having invested my talent in you, and now, I am making a profit as your body. How do you like it, Mr. Lee? — Jisung still pulled back a little, as he saw the obvious pain on the boss’s face. — I don’t have time to digest all the debauchery that pours out of your mouth. And also, you seem to have been a little hasty, because you haven’t earned the profit in the form of my body yet. You didn’t finish the presentation for the tender, I have nothing to encourage you for, so I’m afraid you won’t get a bonus, and apparently you invested your talent in me in vain, which I really appreciated. — Minho chuckled, still feeling a slight pain in his lower back. — I’m sorry, boss, because I thought you liked it a little bit when I let you.. — Han took Lee’s palms in his own so that he would definitely not think of anything, and again put out his sharp knee towards the already slightly noticeable bump in the boss’s trousers. Jisung glanced from under his brows at the decently blushing Minho, who was in no hurry to do anything. — Well, come on, while I allow it. — Han moved his knee even closer, patiently waiting for Lee’s actions. Minho modestly moved his hips, trying to avoid the boring gaze of Jison. Lee’s lips slightly parted due to heavy breathing, but nevertheless, not a single sound came out of them. Minho pushed uncertainly towards him again, colliding with Han’s knee, who abruptly lifted it higher. Lee cried out plaintively, covered with an invigorating wave of goosebumps, because of which the whole body trembled slightly. — Not bad boss, but somehow uncertain. Be brave, after all, you’re my boss. — Jisung wrapped his arms around someone else’s neck, pulling her closer to him. — Hyung.. Call me that. — Minho whispered in embarrassment. Lee lowered his heavy head onto Han’s shoulder for some reason, nuzzling his neck, while Jisung continued to slowly rub his knee against his groin. Hot breath pleasantly scorched the snow-white neck of the Han, sending little goosebumps all over his body. — I didn’t know that you could like such tenderness. I was full of confidence that at any opportunity, you would fuck me hard right on this table, what do you think, hyung? — Jisung stopped on purpose, carefully watching Minho’s reaction. Lee let out a long moan, and not at all modestly, began to move his hips towards Han. Jisung still didn’t understand whether this moan was a reaction to vulgar words, to his appeal, or to the fact that he stopped, but anyway, it doesn’t matter. — Han-ah.. Lock the door... — For some reason, Lee asked in a half-whisper, falling exhausted on his chair. — Why? Everyone’s long gone, it’s just us here. If I were even more depraved, I would offer to do it on the table of that fool who complained about me today, although she can’t even do the simplest work herself. — Han instantly changed his face, remembering the morning incident. — That’s enough.. She’s not stupid. Her name is... — Minho did not have time to finish, as he was interrupted. — I’m not interested in her name! She’s a complete idiot! — Stop it and close the door.. Well, you want to.. Will I fire her tomorrow? — Will you fire me? — Jisung smiled, obediently locking the door. — Yeah. — Lee began to unbutton the buttons on his shirt, which squeezed his chest hard and interfered with his rapid breathing. — Only.. If you do something stupid again. I’ll change my mind. — All the nonsense planned by me is canceled. — Han took advantage of Minho’s position and climbed onto his lap. — Maybe you thought you were in charge now, but let me be clear. Your direct duty is to excite, and mine is to splash out this excitement on you, do you understand? I don’t care if you’re horny, I don’t care if you feel good, hurt, or disgusted. I won’t waste time trying to satisfy you if you didn’t cum in the process. But it is in your interest that I feel only pleasure and then maybe I will be more supportive. — Lee grabs hold of Jisung’s jacket, getting rid of it unhindered and throwing it on the floor. — Bo.. I mean, hyung, right now, I understood everything, and that’s exactly how I imagined you. — Han began to unbutton the buttons on his shirt, watching the same actions opposite. Minho handled it faster and immediately reached for Jisung’s shirt. Han obediently removed his hands, and then suddenly gasped when Lee tore his shirt with a jerk. Buttons flew across the floor with a sound, where the shirt itself flew. — Oh, my God.. You’re a beast. — Jisung turned out to be half naked in front of his boss, but he was more worried about a ruined shirt that cost a decent amount of money. — I’ll buy you ten of these. Look at me already! — Minho asked a little angrily. Han turned his head indifferently at first, intending not to react, but seeing the form of his boss, Jisung involuntarily choked with saliva, and the tips of his fingers tingled pleasantly with anticipation. Lee put his hands on someone else’s hips, which were bound by the fabric of classic trousers. Han understood the possibly non-existent hint, and moved closer, gently moving his pelvis in the manner of a rider. Lee closed his eyes, exhaling loudly and often. Jisung did not receive the long-awaited groans of his boss in any way, so he continued to accelerate. Minho seemed to recognize Han’s plan and held him by the waist, urging him to slow down. — You’re overdoing it. If there is something you want, then just say it, you may get rejected, but you won’t try, you won’t find out. — Lee stroked the smooth skin and slid his hand higher to his chest. Minho was mesmerized by running his fingers around Jisung’s excited nipples, while simultaneously squeezing his left buttock with his other hand. — I wanted to hear you moan, hyung. But now.. I want you to finally touch me... — Han whined softly. Lee grinned, immediately squeezing the hard pea of his right nipple between his fingers. Jisung’s face twisted: the neat eyebrows jumped up, the mouth opened slightly in a silent moan, and the eyes rolled back. Minho smiled with the corners of his lips, moving his other hand to the second nipple and doing all the same actions simultaneously with both hands. For a second, Lee thought that a little more and Han would lose consciousness, because his rolling eyes evoked mostly such thoughts, but this did not happen, as Jisung suddenly leaned forward, resting his hands on the elder’s chest. — Boss, how long have you been falling for me? — Han asked with a hint of flirtation, simultaneously stroking the boss’s broad chest with his palms. — Where did such conclusions come from? — Minho was taken aback, not ready for such a question. — Actually, you blabbed recently. I wouldn’t be able to kiss you like that if I wasn’t sure of reciprocity. Jisung felt the hard flesh pressing against his crotch, and therefore involuntarily smiled, forgetting about his question. — That’s how.. Then.. I’ll answer you some other time, okay? — Lee noticed a sly smile on Han’s face and their gazes simultaneously dropped down, aiming at their trousers, which were too tight for both of them in the groin area. Jisung covered the boss’s lips with his own, intertwining their tongues in a sensual kiss. Minho’s hands reached for the zipper on Han’s trousers, to which he happily snuck right into the kiss and ran his hands into the silky hair of the boss, which was disheveled by the end of the working day. Lee reached into Jisung’s pants, slowly stroking his organ with his palm through the fabric of his underwear. Han began to moan into the kiss, unconsciously moving on the hips of his boss. *knock on the door* Minho abruptly pulled away, exchanging glances with Jisung. — Mr. Lee? Are you there? I have to get out. — The cleaning lady’s voice was heard outside the door. — Ahem.. No need to clean up today! — Lee shouted loudly, stroking Han’s penis with a sly smile. — What are you doing..!? Stop it.! — Whispered Jisung, plugging his mouth with his hand, so as not to swear again or worse, not to moan. — That’s it, she’s gone. — Minho chuckled, shifting his arm around his neck. — My whole life flew before my eyes.. — Jisung said quietly, apparently still wary of the cleaning lady. — Cute, — Lee pulled his palm to Han’s ear, examining an interesting decoration in the lobe. — Will you blow me? — Minho bit his lower lip, fingering the earring hanging from Jisung’s ear. — Should I? — Han hesitantly reached for the button on the boss’s trousers. — You’re making me happy with your answer again, — Lee chuckled, catching a cocky grin on Jisung’s face. — Let it be your initiative. Minho relaxed back in his chair, spreading his arms at his sides. Han immediately slid off the boss’s lap to the floor, settling himself comfortably between his legs. Lee lifted himself up a little, allowing Jisung to rid himself of the bottom. Han decided not to stand on ceremony, and immediately pressed his lips to the bloodshot member. The plump lips tightened around the throbbing head while the moist tongue gently circled around the urethra, causing a whole storm of emotions in Minho’s body. A slight perspiration appeared on Lee’s face, the pupils filled almost all of his eyes, and his body trembled slightly. Dull grunts and impatient squeaks were the only thing that Jisung was content with, because it turned out that it was not an easy task to bring the boss to the guttural moans that Han imagined a thousand times in his head in the morning. Jisung began to slide the tongue down to the base. He was choking on saliva, trying to push Minho’s organ deeper into his throat. Lee placed his palm on the back of Han’s head, running his fingers through the thick hair and lightly massaging the scalp. — You look too vulgar. Only tears are missing. Come on, cry. I want you to roar with my dick in your mouth, — Minho tightly squeezed someone else’s hair, impaling Jisung’s head on his organ more and more. Han did not even resist, obediently swallowing someone else’s penis and squeezing salty rivulets out of his eyes, which immediately flowed down his porcelain cheeks. — How pretty, — Lee smiled contentedly, like a well-fed cat. Minho let go of Jisung’s hair, fascinated by the wet tracks on his face. — Huh. Funny. You’re wet. Are you really ready to cum just because you suck me? — Lee fixed his gaze on the wet spot on Han’s underwear and weightlessly stroked his organ with his toes. Jisung groaned high, feeling a wave of excitement rolling in. Minho got up from his chair and held out his hand to Han. — Get up. Jisung grabbed the elegant palm and barely got up on his wobbly legs. He clung tightly to the shoulders of the boss, almost unable to stand on his own. — Baby. You’re just like that “fool” I promised to fire right now. You cling to me, hoping to sleep with me, you call me hyung, even though you know perfectly well that I’m the boss for you, you’re ready to do anything to get me to put you in. She’s the same, you just don’t know about it. — Lee laughed softly, watching Han’s discouraged face. — What?.. Stop telling me that. It doesn’t turn me on, if you’re interested.. — Jisung lowered his eyes in disappointment, still gripping someone else’s shoulders tightly. — Come on, don’t get upset. I’m here with you right now, not with her. — Minho gently wrapped his arm around his waist, pushing him towards the table. — It’s terrible.. Boss, even though I thought you weren’t the cleanest person, but not that much. — Are you trying to make me look like a bastard who fucked the whole office? — Me.. No way.. Forget it, please.. Let’s just.. We’ll do it already. — Jisung blinked away the remaining tears, forcing out a shy smile. — That’s weird. You said you were really looking forward to it, then you said you were sure it was mutual, and now? Are you trying to get away from me after another vulgar joke? You really are very different from Han, who takes out my brain and the whole office every day. And you know, there’s something in that. I like to look at how your lips are distorted in a sad smile because of jealousy of some whores I’m joking about. I also like how you can with one word or action make me forget about all these whores and jokes in a second. I like you, Han~i. Jisung froze, silently looking with glassy eyes into the eyes opposite that sparkled with love. Minho was smiling warmly, still gently hugging his waist. Han shook his head, too caught up in Lee’s smile. — Boss.. — Jisung’s lips barely opened, as they were immediately covered by Minho’s lips. Lee didn’t even try to deepen the kiss, just weightlessly caressing Han’s lips with his own. And Jisung, on the contrary, practically attacked Minho, passionately biting his lips and immediately licking the reddened places. They pulled away at the same time, meeting eyes. — I wanted to say.. Boss, I like you too. And I wasn’t jealous! I know you would never get close to her. — Han defiantly declared, crossing his arms over his chest. Lee broke into a smile, barely holding back his laughter. — Of course, who would doubt it. — Lee slowly lowered his gaze. Jisung did the same, fixing his gaze on Minho’s lowered penis. — Ahem.. Minho. I’m sorry. It’s all been so long.. I don’t think it’s going to work out today. — Jisung tactfully looked at his watch, checking the time. — It’s already half past eleven. I should probably go home. — Em.. No, I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have seen him like this.. Condition. If you want to leave, then go, I’ll assign a driver to you, so you don’t have to walk at such a time, in such a state, on foot, — Lee loosened his grip on Han’s waist, as if releasing him. — But.. Personally, I would like to finish what I started. — But after all.. — Han hesitated, not even knowing how to properly describe their situation. — Are you doubting me? — Minho taunted Jisung with his own morning phrase, to which he smiled and nodded negatively. — Not a bit, that’s why I’m staying. Han immediately wrapped his arms around Lee’s waist, starting to kiss his entire body, starting from the neck, ending with the lower abdomen. — Ho, I can call you that, right? — Jisung was already on his knees in front of Minho again, rubbing his palms together and squeezing Lee’s penis with them. — As you wish. God, Han~i, don’t make me feel guilty in front of you and take it in your mouth as soon as possible. Minho covered his eyes with his palm, obviously embarrassed. — Guilt? It’s not your fault. And about the latter, with pleasure. — Han smiled and barely touched the tender flesh with his snow-white teeth. Jisung worked his tongue intensely, trying to turn Lee on as much as possible and make him want more. And actually, it should be noted, he did it. Lee kept twitching from goosebumps that often scattered all over his body, involuntarily moaning and whining. — Han~ah.. I think that’s enough. — Minho gently pushed Jisung away by his hair. — Then, shall we fix it with a kiss? — Han got to his feet, wrapping his arms around the chief’s neck. After receiving an approving nod from Lee, Han grabbed his lips, greedily crushing and biting them to the taste of iron on the tip of his tongue. Minho tried to keep up with Jisung, but he was clearly inferior to him in kisses, which he was not particularly pleased with. However, his slightly furrowed eyebrows jumped up as soon as he felt Han’s warm palm on his organ, which began to lead her into the rhythm of the depraved sounds that were created during the kiss. Lee mumbled blissfully into someone else’s lips, which amused Jisung, who could barely contain a satisfied smile. — How did you say..? Baby? I think it suits you better. — Han lowered his eyes down, hinting at the “childish” size of his boss, which was a gross lie, because here it looked more like “longer than average”. — Fuck. Do you seriously think that jokes about penis size are appropriate now? Well, if so, why did you stay? Or, should I ask why all the girls in the office, and not only, dream of sleeping with me? Do you think they’re attracted to short penises? And since you say so, I’m interested in looking at you. Minho put his hands on the edges of someone else’s trousers, which were magically still on Jisung. — Ahem.. That’s not what I meant. — I’m afraid it’s too late to make excuses, baby. — Lee grinned, yanking off someone else’s trousers along with underwear. Han turned his back on Minho with lightning speed, shyly covering himself with his hands. — Huh. Don’t be afraid, I’m not like you, so I’m not going to make fun of you. And you know, if I were you, I wouldn’t stick out my bare ass so boldly. Lee slammed his palm into his right buttock with a sound, causing Jisung to squeal and immediately turn around to face him. — It hurt! — Han exclaimed, no longer hiding his dignity at all. — I believe. — Minho looked into Jisung’s eyes as if asking for permission. — “I believe”!? Don’t you want to apologize? — Han pouted with displeasure. — Okay-okay, I’m sorry, — Lee put his hand on Jisung’s injured buttock and gently stroked, soothing the reddened skin. — Well, now, can I? — Just be careful. He’s been in this state for a very long time.. If you grab at random, it will hurt me. Han swallowed nervously, placing his hands on the boss’s waist. Minho gently touched the alien trunk with his fingertips, slowly squeezing it with his whole hand. Jisung bit his lip, not allowing himself to make a sound. He closed his eyes, throwing his head back every time Lee went overboard with strength or speed. Minho, on the other hand, was very careful and once again looked at Han’s face, checking his reaction. — M.. H-ho.. I want.. Ah..! Just let me.. — Jisung exhaled impatiently, unable to formulate his thoughts in any way. — What is it, baby? What do you want? — Lee stopped his hand, removing it from Han’s body. — Me.. I need... — Jisung leaned against a nearby table, putting two fingers in his mouth. — Baby, what are you doing? Do you want me to die just from the sight of you? Minho blinked uncomprehendingly and came closer to Han. — No! Don’t touch me! Please… — Jisung put one hand forward, not allowing anyone to approach him. — Hey.. Something happened? Did I hurt you? — No.. Simply.. I need to do it myself.. — Han put his fingers in his mouth again, wetting them thoroughly with saliva. Jisung lifted one leg, placing it on his boss’s desk. He turned his back on Lee, showing off his buttocks and wet crotch. — Han~i, I won’t be able to just look at you in this position for a long time… — Minho swallowed the viscous saliva that began to stand out profusely while he beheld Han. Jisung pushed his wet fingers to the anal opening, gently massaging and pushing the edges apart. Han shuddered all over, whimpering pitifully. — Baby, let me help you, huh? Otherwise, I’m afraid I’ll finish ahead of time.. — Lee pulled his hands to his organ, slowly turning over. — Wait a bit.. — Jisung pressed his index finger on the hole, letting it in with a long moan. — Han Jisung, you’re killing me! — Minho came close to Han, pressing his whole body against his back. Jisung felt the warm breath of the boss on his spine, which made him arch his back, lower his leg to the floor and push out his buttocks even more. — M-minho.. Please! — Yes, baby? Should I enter you with my fingers? — Lee whispered in his ear in a velvety voice. — Yes.. Yes! Yes, please! Han felt Minho’s excited cock pressing into his hole, which made him whimper softly with desire. His finger immediately slipped out, replaced by Lee’s fingers. — Amazing.. I don't think I'll need a drop of lube.. You're so wet and pliable that I'm carried away... — Minho leaned his lips against Jisung's back, leaving gentle kisses and slight bites on the smooth skin. Lee carefully pushed his fingers inside Han, carefully probing every millimeter inside Jisung. Minho's other hand was placed on Han's tummy, which tensed every time Lee moved his fingers inside him. Jisung began to miss the uncertain movements on the part of Minho, so he began to move towards his fingers, sitting on them, moaning softly. — Can I add another finger? It will be easier for you to accept me if I stretch you harder. — Lee was whispering in Han's ear again, making his skin crawl. — Minho.. Kiss me.. Please... — Jisung turned his head in Lee's direction. Minho didn't get an answer to his question, but he wasn't too upset, deciding to fulfill Han's request. Lee moved closer to Jisung's face, gently kissing his lips. Minho collided with Han's tongues, weaving them together. Lee felt with his palm that rested on Jisung's tummy that he was as relaxed as possible and carefully brought the third finger to the entrance, gently pressing it on the hole. Han immediately moaned into the kiss, trembling nervously. Minho continued to slowly dip his finger inside, trying to calm Jisung with his lips, kissing his cheeks, lips, eyes, nose and forehead. — Quieter, baby, you're well done, be patient a little more. — Lee pressed his fingers deeper, trying to find the piece of iron. And he guessed right, pressing on a ball of nerves, Minho immediately felt Han's tummy tighten, and his legs trembled, barely holding his body. — Ah! Ho.. God..! — cried Jisung, shuddering in an unexpected orgasm. A whitish liquid splashed onto Lee's desk, falling on some papers. — Oh.. Minho.. Sorry.. I didn't expect it... Han immediately turned to face Minho, guiltily lowering his eyes. — It's okay, Han~i. I've already made you suffer for a long time, there's no need to apologize for that. I'm the one who should be asking for your forgiveness. — Lee put his arm around Jisung's waist reassuringly. — You should, too... — Han looked down at Minho's organ, which was bloodshot and swollen, quivering with tension. — How observant you are. The boss buried his nose in Jisung's disheveled hair and froze, breathing in and out steadily. — You were so gentle with me, even though you promised that you wouldn't care about me, it's so funny.. But I like it this way more than when you strangled me... — Han put his arm around Lee's waist, nuzzling his shoulder. — And one more thing... — Jisung pushed Minho away from him and turned to the table. — I hope it's not something important... — Han took the documents from the table, on which his sperm splattered. — Huh, don't worry, I have a copy, — Lee smiled as Han exhaled in relief, falling into his arms again. — Of course, I really like hugging you, but in my opinion, you forgot about something. — Minho raised his eyebrows slightly in displeasure when Jisung looked up at him with charming eyes. — No-no, I haven't forgotten. I'm just waiting for you to ask. I'm still a polite employee who does all the errands of his boss. — Han chuckled softly, burying his face in Lee's chest again. — Infuriating, — Minho rolled his eyes. He abruptly picked up Jisung in his arms and laid him on the table, right on top of the documents and reports that had accumulated on the surface for the entire working day. Han uttered a painful squeak and opened his eyes in surprise as Lee leaned closer to his face. — Your boss asks you to be obedient, and never contradict colleagues again, — Minho pressed his lips to the graceful neck, forcefully sucking the thin skin into his mouth. Jisung grabbed the boss's shoulders, digging his nails into the skin. — Did you hear me? — Lee pulled back, looking earnestly into the eyes opposite. — That is.. To you.. I mean, can I contradict you..? — Han's eyebrows arched in a lascivious grin when the sharp tip of his tongue slid across his lower lip. — I said to be obedient. And only then, do not contradict colleagues. Minho grabbed Jison's legs under his knees, fitting into his hole. — Ha.. All right, boss, I'll be obedient. Lee glanced at Han, who had risen on his elbows, carefully observing the actions of him. — Don't be afraid. I'm not completely crazy after all. I'm not going to hurt you, only if it's a little unpleasant. — Minho decided to explain, noticing the excitement in Jisung's eyes. Lee put his throbbing head against Han's uncontrollably shrinking hole, gently pressing and stroking around. — Relax, — Minho said in a half-whisper. — It's better to lie down, because this way you strain your muscles more, without realizing it. Lee began to leave trails of wet kisses on the inside of Jisung's thighs, which caused small goosebumps and a quiet mumbling. — H-ho.. It's about time... — Han impatiently moved his hips up, urging Minho to enter. — You asked for it. Lee abruptly pushed inside. Only by a third, but the sensations were more than acute and pathogenic. Jisung arched in the back, letting out a guttural moan, which he never got from Minho. Shiny droplets formed in the corners of his eyes, and his breathing was completely lost. — Shh.. It's okay, I'll give you time. Lee stroked Han's tummy soothingly, making him giggle with tickling. — Is it funny to you? So it doesn't hurt anymore? — Minho broke into a smile and moved a little deeper. — No-no! It just tickles.. Wait a minute... — Jisung folded his arms on his chest, trying to catch his breath and get used to the new sensations. — Just don't cling, there and so.. Too narrow. — Lee winced slightly. — Usually, everyone is delighted with it... — Han somehow pouted resentfully. — That's not what I meant. I just don't want you to hurt yourself in this way, after all, admit it, everyone before me was at least twice as small. — Minho grinned confidently. — You underestimate me! I wouldn't sleep with someone who has less than 20! But.. Perhaps.. You're really winning in this regard... — Jisung turned away in embarrassment, blushing slightly. — Han~i, can I move on? Tell me if it hurts. Lee grabbed Han again under his knees, throwing his legs over his shoulders, where they locked behind his neck. Han nodded quickly and put his palms on his nipples, lightly squeezing and massaging the hard halos. Minho smoothly pushed deeper, carefully watching the expression on Jisung's face. Han pursed his lips, letting a low mumble pass through them. The eyelids slowly lowered, showing quivering eyelashes. Lee exhaled heavily, entering to the end. He closed his eyes in relief, holding Jisung's hips with his hands. — Eh? Why did you stop? — Han opened his eyes in surprise, raising his head in alarm. — Now-now, baby, I also need to get used to your narrowness... — Minho bit his lip, throwing his head back. — Does it hurt..? — No-no, baby, on the contrary, it's too nice. — Lee smiled sheepishly, slowly moving back. — Well then.. — Jisung smiled slyly, starting to move his pelvis towards the boss. — Han~a-ah..! Wait, baby, you're in a hurry.. I don't want to be so early..! — Minho put his hands on his waist, preventing him from moving freely. — So my hyung boss is almost done? Just from my narrow walls? — Han grinned cheekily, completely ruining the image of an “obedient boy”. Lee immediately groaned loudly, grabbing at Jisung's hips and abruptly pushing even deeper, touching the prostate as never before. Han suddenly trembled, with a long moan, pouring out on his stomach. — Well, who has “almost” finished here? Minho did not continue to torment Jisung and left, feeling his walls begin to pulsate, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. — Yes, you.. Awesome? — Han, breathing heavily, sat upright, pulling Lee to his waist. — Baby, you weren't obedient, so I had to punish you. Don't be offended by me, after all, it was good for you. — Minho took Jisung's palm and led her to his penis, which was already dripping with pre-ejaculate. — What else.. You can do it yourself. — Han pointedly pulled his hand away. — Are you disobeying again? Han~i, you've finished twice this evening, and all thanks to me, don't you think you could help me too? — Lee took Jisung's hands in his again, kissing them like he was a princess. — Well... — Han pursed his lips in embarrassment, thinking about something. Minho waited patiently, stroking Jisung's thighs with his hands. — I'm sorry... Jison guiltily lowered his eyes and gently cupped Lee's organ with his palms, slowly sliding his fingers over it. — What are you apologizing for? Raise your eyes and look at me. — Minho asked quietly, without aggression at all. Han obediently raised his tired eyes, licking his lips. — I'm sorry for all the nonsense that I said to you.. I've been playing too much... Jison began to move his hands a little more actively, noticing a drop of sweat trickling down Lee's forehead. — Baby.. Rather.. Jisung, don't take this so seriously. I'm sure I've said a lot of bullshit, too. It's just sex, everything that happens during it remains in this period of time. I mean, you don't have to be ashamed all your life of some phrase that you threw under the influence of excitement, okay? Minho gently stroked Han's cheek, causing a smile on his face. — Ok, — Jisung nodded calmly, lowering his eyes to Lee's penis, the wreaths on which were becoming more and more voluminous. — You said you were almost finished, but why is it taking so long now? — Han raised his head uncomprehendingly at the boss. — I already said that it's very narrow there, your hot walls squeezed me from all sides, but now it's a little different.. — Lee answered carefully, so as not to offend Jisung by accident. — I see... Han covered the head with his palm, starting to squeeze it with increasing force in his hand. He felt Minho's organ tremble, so he smiled contentedly as he continued his actions. — Ah.. Han~ah... — Lee grabbed someone else's shoulders, digging into the delicate skin with his nails. Minho instinctively got up on his toes and froze, trying to push harder into Jisung's palm. — Come on, baby. — Han grinned, sliding his hand all over Lee's trunk with wild speed. Minho groaned hollowly and threw his head back and finished in Jisung's palm. — You should think of another nickname for me, because that's what I've already given you, baby. — Lee grinned, wiping his wet with the back of his hand. — Well, I'll think about it. — Han brought his soiled fingers to his mouth, looking expectantly at the boss. — You don't have to... — Minho didn't have time to finish, as Jisung's fingers slid over his lips into the moisture of a warm mouth. Han vulgarly rolled his eyes, pushing his fingers deep into his throat. He opened his mouth, showing a tongue, along which a whitish liquid spread. — Ahem.. Jisung, I thought you were already tired, but you act like you want to continue... — No-no, I'm really exhausted. I just wanted to surprise you a little. — Han collapsed exhausted into Lee's arms, completely limp. — That's how.. Thank you, I surprised you, — Minho carefully stroked Jisung's back with warm hands, warming him. — Are you cold? You're shaking.. Lee anxiously pulled away and began to collect clothes from the floor. Minho took his shirt and draped it over Jisung's shoulders, warming him up a little. Then he handed Han his underwear, this time giving him the opportunity to put it on himself. Jisung wearily plopped down on the boss's chair, tucking his slender legs under him. — You can lie down on the chair, it will be more comfortable there, and I'll go get a blanket now. — Lee, fully dressed except for his shirt, pointed with his eyes to the dark velvet interview chairs at the other end of the office. — Good... — Han threw modestly, lazily getting up from his chair on the cold floor. Minho returned a couple of minutes later with a blanket and a paper cup that was steaming. By this time, Jisung was already curled up in an overstuffed chair, shivering restlessly. — Jisung, I brought some warm water, will you? — Lee carefully handed the cup into Han's small hands. — Thanks. — Jisung muttered in embarrassment, taking a sip of the warm liquid. — The time is already very long, stay here. Your house is a little far away, so there's no point in going there now, anyway, you'll have to come here to work in a couple of hours. I'll stay too, so as not to leave you alone. — Minho covered Han's bare legs with a fluffy gray plaid with kittens. — All right.. Only, it's terribly uncomfortable for me to sleep here... — Jison grimaced, flexing his neck muscles. Lee didn't say anything, just promptly pushed two velvet armchairs together, creating something like a bed. — I often stay here at night, and use this method to lie down comfortably. Minho gently lifted Han into his arms, shifting him onto the makeshift “bed”. — And you? There are only three chairs... — Jisung fluttered his eyelashes restlessly, no longer shivering from the cold and wrapped himself in a fluffy blanket with his head. — I sleep well sitting down, don't worry and rest. You don't have much time. — Lee bent down to Han's face and gently, not at all vulgar, kissed his lips. — Okay.. Jisung, embarrassed by the boss's concern, blushed deeply, immediately burying his face in the edge of the warm blanket. ~09:36~ Exactly 36 minutes ago, employees started coming to the office. Well-slept people with gloomy faces mumbled harmfully at each other, unable to find a compromise. *knock on the door* Minho abruptly opened his eyes and jumped up from the velvet chair, running up to the office door like a bullet. — Sir... — The employee faltered, seeing a disheveled boss with a bare torso in front of her. — I'm sorry. — The girl stepped aside a little, unobtrusively peering behind Lee's back. She looked at the fragile body on the makeshift bed. Han was snuffling sweetly, tucking his legs to himself and throwing the blanket aside. The only thing that covered his body a little was Minho's unbuttoned shirt, which was noticeably wrinkled after last night. — I apologize for the appearance, but what do you need? — Lee rubbed his eyes sleepily, trying to concentrate on the employee's face. — I brought you the report for last week.. But, I can come back later. — The girl said in a whisper and smiled knowingly, literally on tiptoe, moving away from the chief's office. Minho carefully closed the door, immediately locking it with a panic and sliding down it to the floor. — Fuck... — Lee said softly, almost in a whisper, weaving his fingers into his shaggy hair. — Mm-hmm... Minho? — Jisung, stretching, stared at Lee in surprise. Minho jumped in surprise, immediately getting up from the floor. — Did you get enough sleep? — Lee asked in a low voice. — I think so. — Han smiled and held out his hands to Minho. — What? — Lee raised his eyebrows questioningly as he approached Jisung. — I want you to hug me. Minho also smiled, leaning towards Han and letting him hook his arms around his neck and wrap his legs around his waist. Jisung giggled softly as Lee burrowed into his neck, tickling her with his nose. — I heard you swear. Something happened? — Han slightly removed the boss from himself, intending to arrange an interrogation. — Your “favorite” colleague saw me like this, I think she guessed everything. — Lee gently held Jisung's hips while he grumbled under his breath. — Why hasn't she been fired yet? — Han asked, disappointed. — I haven't had time to tell her this “wonderful” news yet, do you want to say it yourself? Minho sat Jisung down on his desk, already tired of holding his canopy. He put his hands on his waist, gently stroking. — Yeah, boss, maybe I can still take the day off today? My body hurts.. And it hurts unpleasantly at the bottom.. — Han whined in anguish, fingering the soft hair of the boss and fidgeting on the surface of the table. — I'm sorry, I didn't want you to feel bad. Of course, if you need to, you can take a day off. I'll ask the driver to take you, but first, write down your address for me, maybe I'll drop by in the evening. Lee took the sticky notes and pen from behind Jisung, handing them into his hands. — Me.. Get ready? — Han played with his eyebrows, quickly scribbling with a pen on paper. — Didn't you say that your body hurts? I thought I'd just check in on you, but if you want.. — Minho slid his palms over Jisung's bare torso, squeezing the soft papillae between his fingers. Han immediately dropped the pen and stickers from his hands, suddenly flinching, he immediately reached for Lee's lips. — Ho.. You don't want your driver to see me horny, do you? Then I advise you not to touch me here.. — Jisung whispered into the boss's very lips. Minho grunted, raised his hands to Han's neck, and beamed happily. — Did you see? — Lee stroked the purple spot on the snow-white skin, pushing back the collar of his own shirt. — Eh? What's there? Minho took his phone out of his pants pocket and turned on the camera, then handed it to Han. — Are you kidding me? — Jisung raised his eyebrows in displeasure when he saw a bright hickey on his neck in the front camera. — So, let's do the math.. Now I owe you ten new shirts, a dense foundation and a monthly bonus in the form of sex, right? — You don't need anything. — Han exhaled loudly, handing the phone to Lee. — What do you mean? Didn't you like it at all? Then why are you hugging me now..? — Minho asked, annoyed. — Not really.. I don't need shirts because I like yours, — Jisung rubbed his cheek against the crumpled fabric soaked in their common smells and not only. — I don't need a foundation, because I want everyone to see who I belong to, — Han touched the mark with his fingertips. — And sex once a month.. Well.. That's not enough.. I want to be with you more than once a month... — Jisung lowered his gaze in embarrassment, crumpling the edges of someone else's shirt even more. — Oh, my God.. What are you like.. — Lee pursed his lips, considering the end of the sentence and wrapped Han in a warm embrace. — Wonderful. — Minho whispered softly. ~A month later~ All the employees gathered in the main hall to hear the monthly speech from the boss. Lee Minho, in his most expensive suit, stood next to a modern tablet board, pointing with his fingers at the progress of their work, which is growing more and more. A bunch of graphs and reports kept saying the same thing. After the official appointment of Han Jisung to the deputy position a few weeks ago, the employees have become more collected and productive. Everyone was happy with their earnings, which also increased. They were going to enter the world market, with the goal of becoming number one in the gaming industry as a whole. — So, now I am proud to introduce you to the employee of the month! Han Jisung! For the sixth time in a row! — Lee smiled, hugging Han by the shoulders and telling the employees about his new own projects, which greatly helped the development of the company. Jisung was given a round of applause and everyone began to go home. — You're doing great, really. I'm proud of you. — Minho turned Han around, shaking him reassuringly by the shoulders. — Thanks, boss.. I mean, thanks, Minho. — Jisung smiled happily, unobtrusively wrapping his arms around the boss's neck. — So cute.. Han~i, what about your bonus? Do you want to get it today? Or tomorrow? Do you want to stay at the hotel, or at my place? — Lee sensually slid his hands under someone else's jacket, outlining the waist. — I want to have candles at our house tonight. — Jisung turned away in embarrassment, blushing slightly. — Only.. I'm not going to do this in front of your cats anymore.. You should lock them in another room... — Well, well, well. At our house? When did my house become ours? — Minho raised his eyebrows uncomprehendingly. — And also, my little, pretty, loving cats can go anywhere they want in my house, so I'm sorry, but they will decide whether to be present during this or not. — I'm going to move in with you. But I'm afraid your attitude towards cats.. You love them more than you love me! How can I share your love with.. animals!? — Han pulled away from Lee, crossing his arms resentfully over his chest. — What are you doing? How can I love someone more than you? But still, don't call them animals, okay? — Minho softened when he noticed the shiny droplets at the corners of Jisung's eyes. — Okay... — Han hugged Lee again, still sobbing in frustration. — Then, to us? — Minho gently pulled away, peering into the shining eyes. — Yeah.

~happy END~