My Colleague Keeps Having Lewd Dreams About Me?!

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Kim Dokja is a bad employee. 

He knew it, his boss knew it, and Han Sooyoung made sure the whole office knew it. But as he looks down at the agenda for the day and checks off the last thing on it, complete in less than half a day, he thinks, maybe there is some hope for him after all. It's a shame that neither Han Sooyoung nor his boss were here to witness his almost superhuman abilities at work. He turns back to look at the desk Yoo Joonghyuk worked at and sighs.

It's been half an hour since they returned from lunch, and for some reason, Yoo Joonghyuk had hid himself in the break room immediately after they reached the office and had not come out since.

No, who was he even kidding? Kim Dokja knew exactly what Yoo Joonghyuk was doing in there.

Without him and his distracting fantasies, the office felt eerily quiet. Now that he didn't have any work to do, it felt awkward sitting there alone on his desk. Was he supposed to go home now? Should he wait for Yoo Joonghyuk to come out to inform him that he was going home? Are they close enough for something like that? Would Yoo Joonghyuk care?

He stood up and resolved to go check on him at least. When he reaches the door of the break room, his breath hitches.

Yoo Joonghyuk is in that meditative pose again, but there's a light flush on his cheeks, and his shirt is soaked through with sweat. It sticks to the hard ridges of his abdomen and arms, and for a moment, Kim Dokja forgets how to breathe. There's just no way he didn't come straight out of some obscure CEO romance novel that Kim Dokja may or may not have read at some point in his dark past.

[Yoo Joonghyuk mouths at the ring of marks on Kim Dokja's neck as he pushes him down even further into the couch. Intrusive hands find their way under Dokja's shirt, and he shivers at the cool feel of them. It's hot, so cold, so-

"Ah! Joonghyuk-ah, haa..." Red seeps out of his neck, darker than the red of his kiss-bitten lips. Yoo Joonghyuk laps at the blood, collecting the liquid, and shoves his tongue into Kim Dokja's mouth. He moans and arches up to kiss him back, but suddenly, Yoo Joonghyuk stops him, putting a finger between their lips.

"Kim Dokja." He pushes himself up to look right into the smaller man's dazed eyes. "Let me fuck you."]

Kim Dokja shoves a trembling fist into his mouth. His pants feel too tight around his crotch. His clothes feel too heavy on him. Every little movement made him more aware of the growing situation downstairs.

Up till now, every fantasy Yoo Joonghyuk had dreamt up were in vague locations. Kim Dokja didn't remember them clearly. But this was... this was the break room's couch. They'd desecrated the holy sanctuary of the company.

First his house, and now this.

Unknowingly, Yoo Joonghyuk had carved out a piece of himself in the places most intimate to Kim Dokja and now he probably won't ever be normal again. This made him wonder, were the places before important to Yoo Joonghyuk?

He'd have to think about that later though. The wet, sticky sensation in his pants only became more uncomfortable by the second. He quietly steps back and speedwalks away.

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Kim Dokja thought he'd been above the undignified urge to jerk off to someone else back when he was in high school and had heard the crass conversations of the boys in his class.

It shouldn't have bothered him. It really shouldn't.

But as he pulls down his pants in the cramped washroom stall, a hand to the wall to support himself, precum dribbling down his hard dick, it hits him in full force. The absolute shame.

How does Yoo Joonghyuk deal with this again? That is, if he felt shame in the first place.

He palms at his dick and lets out an involuntary gasp at the sensation. Kim Dokja doesn't remember ever being this pent up before. He fists it tightly and drags his hand across the length, the precum making up for the lack of lube. The quiet but defeaning squelch of his ministrations rings in his ears.

He closes his eyes, and comes with a choked up whimper. He crumples to the ground in a heap of shame.

The sound of the running water clears his head somehow. Brings him back to Earth. Tells him he can wash his hands and get rid of this mortifying experience. But the image of Yoo Joonghyuk in the break room: peaceful, calm, thinking about breaking down Kim Dokja and then putting him back together lovingly; is printed in his mind, like the come splattered across his hand. What a joke, the sparkling clean walls of the washroom whisper back at him.

He groans and splashes his face with the cold water. As soon as he walks out of the door, he'll forget everything about this. Hell, he'll never come back to this washroom again. With this thought in mind, he opens up the door, preparing to take a deep breath of the fresh office air.

It happens in slow motion, then.

Kim Dokja crashes against a hard wall of cloth, letting out an oof! In his peripheral vision, a coffee mug flies up, with nothing to hold it up. Kim Dokja focuses on it in panic. It stops in its path downwards.

Kim Dokja heaves a sigh of relief and wipes an arm across his forehead. Right, he had this ability too, controlling small objects near him without touching them. It was impractical to use it for everyday things, but it came in pretty handy now, huh. Suddenly, a cold chill runs throughout his body.

Yoo Joonghyuk stood in front of him, slack-jawed and hand stretched out, as if reaching for the coffee mug suspended in air. Kim Dokja feels his heart drop to his stomach, just like the mug that crashes down and breaks into a million pieces.

Post nut clarity? Bullshit.

"Kim Dokja... what..." Trembling eyes meet his petrified ones. At that moment, Kim Dokja did what he does best.

He runs.