Kiss Me Like You’re Not Married.

Tae-hyun's POV

He didn't know how long he stood in front of the mirror. The sky outside the bathroom window was soft with twilight, lavender streaks bleeding into the horizon, but Tae-hyun's focus was locked on his own reflection on the man staring back at him like he was about to cross a line he wouldn't be able to uncross.

He buttoned his shirt slowly. One at a time. Light grey, tailored slim. He paired it with black dress pants that hugged him just right, the kind that sat low on his hips, the kind Joon-won noticed last time because he felt his eyes trail down his legs.

He wasn't sure what pissed Joon-won off more: how tightly his pants fit, or the way Tae knew it.

'Something that pisses me off,' he'd said.

Tae scoffed quietly to himself, running a hand through his hair, styling it just enough to look like he hadn't tried. Like he wasn't sitting here trembling with nervous energy, adjusting the way the top two buttons of his shirt gaped slightly when he moved. Like he wasn't so close to getting hard just thinking about that door closing again.

He hadn't been able to stop thinking about it all day.

Every text.

Every word from last night.

Every time Joon whispered his name while touching himself to his voice.

It should've filled him with shame. But all it filled him with was hunger.

He reached for his phone. It was 6:51 PM.

If he left now, he'd get there on time, maybe even early.

He opened his messages. Found his wife's name and decided to leave her a message early.

Tae-hyun:

'Don't wait on me for dinner, I've got a late consult. Might not be home until after 9.'

She replied almost instantly.

Sea-yeon:

'Okay babe, no problem. Be safe and eat something! <3'

He stared at the screen for a moment too long, thumb hovering.

Then he locked it and shoved it in his pocket.

He'd already made his decision.

He grabbed his keys, his nerves thrumming low in his belly, a familiar ache returning that had nothing to do with fear. He wasn't just crossing a line tonight. He was sprinting over it.

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20 Minutes Later

Joon-won's Company Building – Private Parking Entrance

Tae-hyun stepped out of his car with trembling hands. He was nervous but also so excited to finally see what will happen when they both lose control after all that sexual tension between them.

His phone buzzed.

Joon-won:

'Parked already? Take the elevator to 16. Back corridor. I'll be waiting by the glass doors.'

The back corridor.

Secluded. Silent.

This was no accident.. Joon-won had planned every step of this.

And Tae… couldn't bring himself to pretend he didn't love it.

He stepped into the elevator and pressed 16.

The metal doors slid shut.

As the floor numbers ticked upward, his heart climbed into his throat.

He felt like he was going to explode.

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16th Floor – Private Corridor

The hallway was empty.

Dimly lit. Carpeted in expensive beige. No sound except the soft buzz of ceiling lights and the distant hum of the city below.

At the far end of the hallway, framed by the glow of office lights behind him… was Joon-won.

He was leaning against the glass doors to his executive wing, phone in hand, sleeves rolled, tie loosened, watching him walk up with that unreadable look on his face.

Tae-hyun's breath caught.

It didn't matter how many times they texted, or called, or whispered dark things in the middle of the night. Seeing Joon-won in person again.. tall, devastating, jaw set with barely restrained hunger… was different.

Too real.

Too dangerous.

He swallowed.

Tried to act normal.

"Told your secretary I was here to discuss a mutual proposal," Tae murmured when he reached him.

Joon-won's lips quirked slightly. "Isn't that what this is?"

Tae blinked. "A proposal?"

"A mutually beneficial one," Joon said, holding the door open. "But we can discuss the terms… inside."

Tae stepped through the door, heart hammering.

The sound of it clicking shut behind him felt final.

Like everything before this had been foreplay and now they were finally alone.

The air between them buzzed with excitement and clear desire.

.

.

.

Inside Joon-won's office. After hours.

The door clicked shut behind them with a weight that didn't match its frame.

Joon-won locked it without a word.

Tae-hyun stood in the middle of the room, gaze drifting across the space. Dim lights under the shelves cast a low, golden glow. The curtains were drawn, the air cool and sterile, with the faintest scent of cologne and polished wood..his scent, Tae-hyun thought.

But what truly held him in place wasn't the furniture, or the city skyline pressing against the glass behind the desk. It was Joon-won.

Still leaning near the door, watching him.

That same unreadable expression on his pale face.

Tae felt the air thicken between them, like they were already naked, already guilty.

"You really set this up," Tae murmured. "You wanted it to happen here."

"I wanted privacy," Joon said, low. "And you said you wanted to see where I work."

"I lied."

That pulled the first real smirk from Joon. But Tae didn't wait for a response. He walked, slowly towards Joon-won's empty desk, letting his fingers ghost along the desk edge, feeling the smooth lacquer of its surface. Imagining himself bent over it like he had been promised that night.

Joon hadn't moved. His eyes glued onto Tae-hyun taking in every detail in.

So Tae slowly pushed himself up onto the desk and leaned back onto his hands. tilting his head slightly.

"Why haven't you touched me yet?" he asked, voice soft but sharp.

"I'm waiting to see what you'll do," Joon replied, but his voice had dipped lower.

It was subtle, but Tae-hyun saw it, the way his throat bobbed, the way his jaw tensed, the way his hands clenched faintly at his sides. "Oh yeah?" He teased with slight playfulness in his tone.

So he slowly parted his legs, as if offering himself like a piece of candy onto Joon's desk.

No more pretending. He was going to make him lose his cool and fuck him on his desk tonight. He wanted it. needed it.

"I've been aching since the last time you touched me," Tae whispered as he slowly moved a hand up his thigh, his eyes never leaving Joon-won face as he watch the way his eyes follow the movement of his hands while he stay leaned against the door, slowly traveling up his stomach then chest and finally he started unbuttoning his shirt.. taking his time with it as if it was a strip show.

After the last button was undone, he slowly took it off and dropped it to the floor by the desk, a slight smirk on his face. Leaving his lean muscled chest on full display for Joon-won's eyes to take in. His nipples were pink and perked, his skin was smooth and pale. Joon-won couldn't take his eyes off of him and he can feel his burning gaze devouring him silently.

Then.. His hand slid down his now bare chest, slow, teasing palm brushing over his own crotch as he slowly leaned back onto his elbow on the desk.

"You imagine what I sound like when I'm beneath you," Tae murmured, voice like velvet. "But have you imagined what you'd sound like if I told you not to move? If I told you to sit down and watch while I touched myself right here onto your desk?"

Joon's eyes fluttered shut for half a second upon hearing that, just enough time for Tae to notice the twitch beneath his belt.

Joon's eyes opened again, and when they met his brown ones, they were darker now. Feral.

Tae-hyun exhaled slowly, deliberately. "There it is," he said, smiling lazily. "That look I've been waiting for."

Joon-won still hadn't moved. But his fists had clenched at his sides, jaw ticking under the strain of his self-control. His eyes devoured every inch of Tae-hyun, as if blinking would make the vision disappear.

"Say something," Tae whispered, sliding his fingers down the waistband of his pants. He hooked his thumbs in slowly, deliberately. "Or should I just keep going without you?"

"Touch yourself," Joon finally said, voice gravel and command. "Let me see how desperate you've gotten."

Tae's grin curved darker. "Only if you stay right there. No touching yourself. Just watching me like a good boy."

That made Joon-won's mouth twitch with something between amusement and threat, but he didn't move. Not yet.

Tae-hyun undid the button of his pants. Then the zipper. The sound split the silence like a match being struck. He pushed the fabric down his hips and thighs, baring himself with no hesitation, not even the shield of underwear. His cock already half-hard, flushed and twitching against his lower stomach.

Joon-won's eyes dropped instantly, and his tongue swept over his bottom lip, slow. Deliberate. "Fuck, look at you."

Tae hummed, pleased, lying back further on the desk until his spine kissed the cool surface, propping one leg up while the other hung lazily off the side.

He wrapped his hand around himself with a soft sigh, slow strokes that weren't meant for release. Just display.

"You're so fucking pretty like this," Joon murmured, eyes locked on him. "Like a dream I haven't earned."

"Mm," Tae purred, his cheeks flushed in slight shyness at the compliments. "You really think I'm pretty, Joon?"

"Pretty enough to ruin."

Tae-hyun moaned softly, not for show, this one caught him. Heat sparked in his belly. His strokes slowed. "Say more."

Joon's voice dropped further, filth wrapped in reverence. "You're my fucking weakness, Tae-hyun. Soft skin, dirty mouth. The kind of body I want to mark until you forget who you belong to."

Tae's head tilted back against the desk, his hand faltering slightly from the weight of those words.

Joon wasn't finished.

"Look at you, already leaking," he growled. "Fucking yourself on my desk like a slut in heat. Did you come here just to show me how well you can stretch yourself for me?"

"Maybe," Tae breathed, fingers teasing lower, between his legs now, grazing with dangerous promise. "Maybe I wanted you to see how easy it is for me to take you."

Joon's breath hitched. "Then show me. Stretch yourself. I want to see that tight little hole open up for me."

Tae bit his lip hard, groaning as he reached into the inner pocket of his jacket on the chair nearby, pulling out a small vial of lube he had brought, planned for. He met Joon's gaze as he coated his fingers, watching his expression tighten at the intention.

The first finger slipped in with ease, Tae's breath caught, back arching slightly and Joon growled low in his throat.

"Faster," Joon ordered. "Let me see it. Show me how greedy that little hole is for me."

Tae-hyun obeyed. Not because he had to but because the heat in Joon's voice made his stomach twist with hunger.

He added a second finger, hips lifting off the desk slightly as he fucked himself open, mewling now, eyes half-lidded, lost in it. He moaned Joon's name like a curse.

Joon moved.

One step. Two.

The chair behind the desk scraped as he sat down. Legs spread, arms resting on the armrests like a king on his throne.

"Keep going. I'm not touching myself until you beg for it."

Tae let out a laugh, breathless. "You think I'll beg?"

"I think you'll scream."

That did it, Tae-hyun whimpered softly, slipping in a third finger now, eyes fluttering shut as his other hand stroked his cock in time with the thrusts.

"I want to fuck you just like that," Joon rasped. "Bent over this desk, your face pressed into the wood, ass high in the air while you cry for more."

Tae's body jerked, and he whimpered, overstimulated, right at the edge.

But Joon stood suddenly, stepping forward, slowly, finally.. until he was looming over the desk.

Tae's hand stilled. Breath caught.

"You're not gonna come like that," Joon said, voice dangerously low. "Not without my cock inside you."

Then he pushed Tae-hyun's fingers aside, took hold of his thighs, and flipped him over onto his stomach on the desk like a ragdoll, eliciting a shocked gasp from Tae that melted into a moan.

"Now let me show you," Joon whispered into his ear, "what happens when you take control for too long."

Joon stood behind him, still fully clothed, the fabric of his slacks brushing the back of Tae's thighs. He leaned forward slightly, placing one hand on the small of Tae's back, thumb grazing the indent of his spine.

"You didn't even hesitate," Joon muttered, voice rough and quiet, like it hurt to say it. "So eager to be ruined."

"I wanted to feel it," Tae breathed. "Wanted to feel you lose control."

A growl hummed from Joon's chest. His hand slid lower, fingers trailing over the curve of Tae's ass, slow, possessive. Then he spread him open, letting his thumb trace over the stretched, slick entrance Tae had so obediently prepared.

"Fuck," Joon hissed, breath catching. "You really opened yourself for me like this? On my desk? You little slut."

Tae whined softly, arching his back, pressing into the touch. "Thought about you every night since the bar… about how you'd do it. About how you'd take me."

"Oh, I'm not taking you," Joon murmured, fingers brushing teasingly but not entering. "Not yet."

He leaned in, lips ghosting over Tae's shoulder. "First, you're going to beg."

A whimper left Tae's lips as Joon began stroking the inside of his thighs instead, just barely grazing where he needed him most. His cock was painfully hard, pressed against the desk, leaking onto the surface.

"Joon," he rasped, "please…"

"Please what?" Joon's voice was lower now. Darker. He licked a line up Tae's spine, then bit gently at the back of his neck. "You begged to put on a show. You wanted my eyes on you, didn't you? So why are you already falling apart when I haven't even touched you properly yet?"

"Because you're talking like that," Tae whispered, thighs trembling, "like you own my body."

"Don't I?," Joon replied, slipping two fingers back into him in one sudden motion. Tae gasped, hips jerking, but Joon pinned him harder to the desk with one hand on his lower back.

"You feel that?" he growled. "That's what you do to me. I could fuck you raw right now, but where's the fun in that?"

He scissored his fingers slowly, deliberately. Tae bit his forearm to muffle the moans. The stretch burned, even after his earlier preparation, but it only made his cock twitch harder against the desk's edge.

"Don't muffle those sounds," Joon said sharply. "Let me hear you."

So Tae did. He let out a desperate, aching moan when Joon curled his fingers inside him, grazing the spot that made his legs shake.

"Joon—Joon—fuck, I can't…"

"Not yet," Joon said, pulling his fingers out suddenly, causing Tae to cry out at the loss. "You don't come until I say. You don't get to come just because your pretty little body's begging for it."

Tae whimpered again, voice high and cracked. "Then make me earn it."

That broke something in Joon.

He yanked open his belt with one hand, undoing his slacks, the metal buckle clinking loudly in the quiet room. He didn't even bother pushing them all the way down just enough to free his cock, thick and flushed and already leaking. Tae twisted his neck to look back, eyes glazed with lust.

And when he saw it when he really saw how hard Joon was, how his cock bobbed with need, veins visible, precome wet at the tip, his breath hitched.

"You're gonna take it now," Joon whispered, lining himself up, dragging the head slowly along Tae's entrance. "Just the tip. And then you're going to beg me to go deeper."

Joon pressed in.. barely. The head stretched him wide, the burn sharp, and Tae's moan was long and broken.

"More," he gasped. "I need more, Joon, please—"

"No. Not yet," Joon bit out, hips still. "I want to see you squirm for it. Want to see your ass grind back on me, desperate to be filled."

And Tae did. He pushed back, trying to take him deeper, whimpering through gritted teeth. But Joon held his hips in place, not letting him move an inch further.

"You're such a fucking tease," Tae choked out. "You're gonna edge me till I cry, aren't you?"

Joon bent over him again, lips brushing his ear. "If you cry, I'll lick the tears off your cheeks."

Tae groaned, low and guttural, and Joon finally gave in.

In one hard thrust, he buried himself fully inside.

Tae screamed, more from shock than pain, his hands clawing at the desk. The fullness robbed him of air. Joon was thick and deep and unforgiving.

"So. Fucking. tight," Joon growled. "Like you were made to take me."

He started to move, slow at first, rolling his hips, watching the way Tae arched, gasped, whimpered under him.

Then his started thrusting faster. Rougher. Slamming his cock balls deep inside of him like he's trying to imprint his shape inside of him.

Tae was moaning openly now, one hand fisting into his own hair, the other reaching back for Joon's hand.. any kind of anchor as the thrusts grew relentless.

"Say it," Joon growled out into his ear, thrusting in deeper. "Say you'd ruin everything for this."

Tae's breath caught in his throat. "I would—god— I fucking would—"

"Say it like you mean it."

"I'd ruin my marriage for you— I'd ruin myself." Tae-hyun cried out in pleasure without a second of hesitation before he felt Joon-won cock rub right over his sweet spot. Making him jolt.

"I fucking would, Joon—ah! fuck—please—don't stop right there—!"

Joon eyes darkened at his twisted words, he should've stopped there when he heard him say he'd ruin his marriage for him but instead he felt his cock throb inside of his tight hole in excitement, he grabbed him by the hair, yanking his head back roughly so he could hear every moan, every cry, his other hand reaching up to wrap around his neck possessively, choking him with his lips still next to his ear. "You feel so fucking good wrapped around me like that.. I want you ruined. Fucked so deep you forget anyone ever touched you before me."

Tae's body trembled violently. He was close. Too close and Joon-won kept abusing that same spot like an animal. Hips never slowing down once.

"Don't you dare come," Joon snarled, noticing it. "Not until I tell you."

"I—I can't—please—I'm gonna—"

Joon pulled out entirely. Tae sobbed at the loss.

"Not yet," he said again, more gently this time. "I want you to remember what it feels like to need me."

Tae was shaking, tears in the corners of his eyes. "Please, Joon… please, I need it…"

Joon leaned down, kissing the side of his face softly. "You're so beautiful like this. Desperate. Ruined."

Then, with no warning, he slammed back in, and this time, didn't stop.

Every thrust was sharp, calculated, hitting that same spot that made him jolt and thrash in pleasure over and over again. Tae's cries filled the room, filthy and unrestrained, until his knees gave out beneath him. He was being abused by Joon-wons cock and he'd be lying if he said he didn't love every second of it.

"I can't—fuck—I'm—"

"Come for me," Joon finally growled, biting into his shoulder.

And Tae did on the spot as if he was dying for it, his entire body locking up, mouth falling open in a silent scream as his cock pulsed and spilled across the desk and his stomach, waves of ecstasy crashing through him.

Joon came seconds after, hips stuttering, spilling deep inside him with a groan that was more animal than man, holding Tae tight against him as if afraid he'd vanish.

They collapsed together, panting, sweat-slick, limbs trembling.

And in the quiet aftermath, with the air thick and still buzzing with tension, Joon whispered against the nape of his neck:

"Next time… we do this with you on your knees. Hands tied behind your back. Moaning my name like a prayer."

Tae-hyun didn't reply.

But the shiver that ran down his spine said it all.

After a few seconds of them trying to calm their breathing down, Tae-hyun was still folded over the desk, hair stuck to his damp forehead, chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. His thighs were weak, his mouth still parted from the last ragged moan that had been torn out of him.

Joon-won hadn't pulled out.

Not yet.

He hovered over him, cock still buried deep inside, hips pressed flush against the curve of Tae's ass like he wasn't ready to let go, like part of him never wanted to.

And Tae… couldn't move.

Didn't want to move.

Didn't even have the strength to try.

He felt owned. Stretched. Marked.

But when he didn't answer, didn't react to the promise Joon had whispered into the crook of his neck…there was a pause.

Then, fingers curled under his chin. Firm.

Joon tilted Tae's head back until their eyes met. His other hand slid through Tae's sweaty hair, gripping just enough to remind him who he belonged to.

"Don't go quiet on me now," Joon murmured, voice husky and low. "I'm talking to you."

Tae swallowed thickly, but before he could speak, Joon kissed him.

Deeply.

No hesitation. No mercy.

It was possessive. Messy. Wet.

Joon licked into his mouth like he had every right to claim it, biting gently at his bottom lip, swallowing every broken breath Tae gave him. His hand never left Tae's jaw, thumb resting against the hinge of it, feeling the way it trembled under his touch.

Tae whimpered into the kiss, weak, pliant, his tongue barely managing to fight back before Joon dominated it again.

Only when Tae was panting did Joon finally pull back.

"Next time," Joon said again, dragging his lips down to his throat, "on your knees. Hands tied. My cock down your throat until you forget your own name."

Tae shivered violently. His legs were still shaking.

And only then did Joon finally slide out of him,slow, deliberate.. making Tae hiss at the sensitivity. He was sore. Used. Every nerve was overstimulated.

And Joon looked down at him like he was art.

Ruined, flushed, beautiful art.

"Stay," Joon said simply, stepping back to fix his pants. "Don't move. Not until I clean you up."

Tae didn't argue. Couldn't.

He remained bent over the desk, chest slick with his own release, his hole still fluttering from the stretch, trembling slightly as cool air rushed over his skin.

He heard Joon walk across the room, the sound of a cabinet drawer sliding open. Then the sink running. The rustle of tissues. Warm water.

When he returned, Joon placed a hand on the small of his back again. This time, the touch was firm — but not rough. Still controlling, but laced with something quieter now. Admiration. Satisfaction.

He knelt slightly behind Tae, using a warm, damp towel to clean between his thighs, slow and meticulous.

Tae tensed with every drag of the cloth, over his inner thighs, his twitching hole, the insides still slick and sticky.

"Still so open for me," Joon murmured under his breath. "Like you want me to put it back in."

Tae's breath caught, a soft, involuntary noise leaving his lips.

"I should," Joon added darkly. "Just to remind your body who owns it."

Tae turned his face slightly, eyes glazed. "You already did…"

Joon chuckled softly, but there was something darker behind it, pride.

When he finished, he folded the towel neatly and tossed it aside. Then he slid his hands around Tae's waist, lifting him carefully off the desk.

Tae staggered.

But Joon caught him, one arm around his bare chest, the other slipping beneath his thighs. Without a word, he picked him up, bridal-style, and carried him to the couch across the room.

He set him down gently, but the way his hand lingered on Tae's throat as he adjusted him said something different.

He didn't just want to take care of him.

He wanted to keep him like this.

Soft. Weak. Owned. By his wife friends husband.

Tae leaned back against the couch cushions, legs sprawled open, chest flushed and rising slowly. Joon sat beside him, undoing the first few buttons of his own shirt now, finally letting his skin breathe.

He looked at Tae with a kind of lazy hunger, like he wasn't quite done.

"Seriously Joon-won… You're dangerous," Tae-hyun whispered, voice barely there.

"No," Joon said, brushing a thumb along his collarbone. "You're the dangerous one."

He leaned in, lips ghosting along Tae's jaw. "You walked in here knowing exactly what you wanted from me… and now look at you."

Tae closed his eyes. "Are you… gonna let me go home?"

Joon smiled, quiet and cruel.

"Not yet," he said softly. "I'm not finished with you."

And the worst part?

Tae didn't want him to be.