The CEO's Contract (gojo x oc)

Chapter 19

There were certain lines even Kenjiro would not cross, and that was mixing pleasure with his work. Though as Satoru groaned into his mouth, hands coming down to grab a tight, desperate hold on his hips, the secretary found himself not quite caring for work ethics.

With strength Rin had momentarily forgotten his boss had, Satoru seated him on top of the small bathroom sink, stepping in and forcing his thighs to part as Kenjiro made a small sound of protest. A sound that perhaps his boss didn't even register. Gojo circled his arm around Rin's waist, pulling his secretary's slim body closer while the other caressed the back of his head, as gentle as a lover's touch and a starting contrast to the sheer demand his kiss had been.

"Sir." Kenjiro gasped, back arching when he could feel the naked skin of his boss's hand under his shirt. "We're at work-"

"Satoru."

"What?"

"Satoru." Gojo mumbled again, his thumb gently holding Rin's face in place. "Say my name."

Rin said nothing.

"Of all the years I've known you, you've barely ever said my name. Why?"

Because you are my boss. Kenjiro thought, but it wasn't entirely true. It had started out that way, a clear wall drawn between them both out of professionalism and respect but over time, that wall had started to crumble, replaced by something else. Something much, much more intimate. Kenjiro had realised it early on that his boss was more trouble than it's worth, that if he wasn't careful, he'd simply end up becoming one of the victims of the infamous player. So he started simple, started subtly ignoring Gojo's presence.

Slight pain jabbed at his lower lip, snapping Rin out of his thoughts as Satoru demanded his attention. Kenjiro jolted as the man moved from his lips down to his jaw, eager to have more, to devour.

Or perhaps to give Rin a chance to actually respond.

"It's not exactly professional to call your boss by his name."

Teeth scrapped against his neck as Satoru bit down, undoutedly marking his skin and Rin released a shuddered sigh at the sensation. Hands coming to grip onto the suit jacket of that same boss.

"Is that what I am?" Satoru's voice revealed nothing, an arm still slung around Rin's waist to prevent his escape. "Just your boss?"

The rejection was on the tip of his tongue, his lips already parted to deliver the much needed harsh words but it seems his boss knew him better than he did. Satoru grabbed onto Rin's jaw, turning his head so that he was forced to look into his eyes and in that moment, the words died on his tongue.

Satoru did not look smug, his eyes were not clouded with the lust he had come to familiarize himself with every time he had to visit late at night to save his boss from yet another scandal. There was no trace of the boss he knew. The Satoru in front of him looked utterly heartbroken, as if Satoru had heard the words despite them having died on his tongue. His eyes was filed such intimate longing that Rin had found it hard to keep staring at them, hands holding themselves onto the other's wrist and yet, he made no move to pry them off.

The silence stretched, Kenjiro opened his mouth to try and say something, anything but with all the emotions coiled in his chest Rin was simply at a loss for words. How can he deny Satoru? How can he find a way to end this and harder yet, how can he accept this? To throw away his instincts and follow his heart?

Kenjiro saw all the people he had seen leave his boss's apartment. All the blondes, brunettes, the women and the men. The cocky grin, arms spread behind seats filled with people eager to please. The empty flirtation, the tears and screams he have dealt with at the counter after his boss had decided to move onto the next.