Angel + Namjin

four

Chap 4

There were fingers tipping his chin up so that he could look at the older, Seokjin’s face getting closer and closer as if he was about to lean in and kiss him but Namjoon pulled away.

“You don’t owe me anything Hyung, least of all that. I don’t want you to feel like you owe me anything for the gifts.” It hurt him to say it, but he needed to make sure that the situation was clear between them. He would never be able to live with himself if Seokjin thought that he had to give himself to him in order to say thank you.

All he got in return though was laughter and a firmer grip on his chin, “Oh Namjoon I know. Trust me, I don’t want your money or gifts, I don’t feel obligated in the slightest. You give me so much freely and while I love each and every single thing, cherish them in fact,” Lust started to swirl in his eyes and Namjoon gulped, “There is one thing that you have failed to give me just yet and you have no idea how much I want it.” His large hand suddenly grabbed at his ass and squeezed hard. “Do you have any idea on what I want from you Joonie?”

He nodded, not trusting himself to speak when he felt as tongue-tied as he was. “Then bend over my desk Joonie, let me have you.”

Whimpering, he allowed Seokjin to pull him into a kiss this time, falling into his embrace effortlessly until finally he was manhandled onto his front on the desk. He didn’t even know if Yoongi was in his office yet or somewhere else walking around the company, but he didn’t have long to think on that because the next thing he knew Seokjin was reaching under him and completely ripped his shirt down the middle, buttons flying everywhere on the floor. The shirt was then pulled back so that his arms were stuck and the older used it as leverage to tie his hands to the middle of his back.

He didn’t know how he was going to work after this, but right now that was the hottest thing in his entire life.

Namjoon didn’t know how it could possibly get hotter though, but Seokjin was full of surprises because his pants were pulled down to his knees, underwear along with them, and a long tongue was drilling into his ass. He couldn’t even stop the noises coming from his mouth, the mewls and whimpers escaping unbidden and he knew that his job was fucked but all he could care about was getting more and more of the olders tongue inside of him even as he heard muffled voices from people peaking in to see what the commotion was about. He couldn’t see them though, could only feel as Seokjin pulled away from him, spit on his length, and then roughly slammed into his body.

At that he screamed, there were voices all around him and he knew that a crowd of his coworkers was forming around them, at least near Seokjin because he couldn’t see anything, could only feel the immense pleasure coursing through his body as the olders thick cock tore him apart.

Snarls were coming out of Seokjin’s mouth and at this point he was crying from how good everything was feeling, it all becoming too much as he came all over the desk, cheers from the crowd filling his ears. The older didn’t stop though, just kept hammering into him and the desk, making it squeak on its legs, taking and taking and taking until he came again, tears pouring down his face and all he could do was lay there and take it.

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You’re fucking lucky that I love you and that you’re my best friend.”

This was the seventieth time that Yoongi had said that this morning as they moved stuff into their new office building. Needless to say, after the incident at work, Namjoon and Seokjin had been fired, as well as everyone who had stayed and watched. Yoongi being forever loyal left with him, complaining at him the whole time nonstop, but also happy that the two finally got together.

They now owned their own building, using a small chunk of their savings to start their own company. Luckily they were two of the richest men in Korea so it wasn’t like they were hurting for funds. But Namjoon still felt bad about not only ruining his job and reputation but Seokjin’s and inadvertently Yoongi’s as well. Though the two were quick to talk him down from that realm of thinking.

“Yeah yeah and we love you two,” Seokjin came up behind him and placed a kiss on Namjoon’s forehead, “I have lunch so put down your boxes and come eat.”

“This time you two are getting a private fucking office with soundproof walls.”

Fin