RULES OF THE GAME (English) BounPrem

Broken rules

Prem arrived at the office very early and immediately hid in his office. He still had to think. He didn't want to run into Boun right away before he knew what he was going to say.

After warning his secretary that he would be busy today, he asked that no one be let in to see him unannounced. His mind was a mess and he buried himself in papers, even forgetting about lunch. As expected, no one bothered him during the day and after a while the man exhaled with relief. Though he realized that he was delaying the time and that he would have to talk to Boun. What, in fact, was he afraid of? After all, everything that had happened between them had been damn near perfect. With these thoughts Prem went out of the office to ask the secretary to make copies of the documents he needed, immediately coming face to face with Boun.

- Good afternoon, Mr. Warut. - Boun said calmly.

- Same to you... - Prem lowered his head, not understanding why he was nervous again.

Then he quickly went out into the corridor. Boun followed him, and after a few steps he grabbed his wrist, turning him toward him.

- What do you want, Boun?

- I guess you read my note?

- Boun, we're on the job, and I'm still your boss, in case you've forgotten.

Prem tried to free his hand, furtively looking around.

- Okay, - the man replied calmly, letting go.

Other employees appeared in the hallway and they walked past, saying hello. Prem took advantage of the moment and slipped back into his office. They didn't see each other again for the rest of the working day.

Warut worked late into the evening until everyone had dispersed and the office was empty. It was already dark outside the window. He turned off the desk lamp and rubbed the bridge of his nose, his eyes tired from staring at the laptop screen. Slamming it shut, the guy sighed heavily. He wanted to go home, collapse on his bed, and just fall asleep.

In the restroom, he washed his face and then blotted it with a tissue. Just as he was about to get out, Boun walked in. A moment. They stared into each other's eyes without breaking away. Prem wanted to say something, but Boun grabbed the guy by the shoulders and, taking a couple steps forward, pinned him to the wall, gagging him with a kiss.

Prem didn't resist. Desire was overwhelming him now. The rough and tumble was turning him on. His cock was already standing up hard. Boun broke the kiss, but only to go straight to his neck, nibbling the soft skin and licking every inch. Unzipping the fly of his boss's pants, he slid his hand inside, wrapping his hand around his straining cock and squeezing it tangibly. Prem moaned in impatience.

- You read the note. Didn't you? - Boun said.

He was looking straight into his eyes now. Prem only nodded, tilting his head back again.

- Then you should know. Fourth rule: I always take what's mine!

He began to kiss the swollen lips again, his hand slowly cupping the hard shaft. It felt good, but Prem wanted more and harder. Boun looked back at Prem. He was breathing heavily, staring at his lips, which were now glistening in the dimness of the light bulbs. They were still moist from the recent kiss.

- Do you like it? - he asked confidently.

- Yes...

Man's mind clouded over, leaving only desire.

- Do you want it harder?

- Yes...

- Ask for it.

- P... Please.