#yayy..

“Onew.” Sprawled across his bed, Minho was on the phone, his hand already on himself ready for pleasure. “I need Onew.”

The silky voice was soon on the other line. It was just what he needed, breathy, needy, but controlling all at the same time. “Hey baby, you need me?”

The sound sent shivers down Minho’s spine, making him grow harder. “Yes Onew, I need you here.”

“I know baby, are you touching yourself for me?”

He stroked a few more times before a breathy ‘yes’ fell from his lips. Minho didn’t know if it was normal to have a favourite sex operator, but Onew did something to him. The way the other man would breath deeply into the phone, as if he was right behind Minho’s ear helping him get off.

“Good baby,” Minho swore he heard Onew’s voice hitch on the other line, but it didn’t matter, Onew was now giving him instructions. “I want to top you today baby, have you prepped for me?”

Minho nodded, forgetting he was on the phone. His fingers were already at his entrance, rubbing against his hole, waiting for the command to start fucking himself. This was just the stress relief he needed before he started his new job the next day.

“Baby?”

Minho moaned at the pet name, and followed with a “yes?”

“Are you ready for me baby?” Onew’s voice was low in his ear.

“Yes.”

“Good. Now, I want you to feel me enter you, spreading your hole, as I fuck you deeply.” Minho followed his command, moaning as he pushed a few fingers inside. “I have you in my arms, rolling my hips into you as I find your prostate. Fuck you’re so tight. Find your prostate for me baby.”

Minho did as he was told, moaning into the phone as his hands went to work. Onew’s honey voice sounded like heaven in his ear. He pressed another finger inside, and hissed at the stretch. The sounds Onew made brought Minho closer and closer to the edge, and he began pressing deeper, looking for release.

“Onew, Onew I’m close.”

“Good baby, I want you to cum for me, cum all over yourself, and make a mess. Don’t worry baby, I’ll cum inside you so you don’t have to clean me up.” Minho panted as he moved his fingers against his prostate faster. The arm holding him up collapsed with his pleasure overcoming him.

“Come now baby, cum for me.” Onew’s voice was low and rough as if he had been touching himself too, and just the thought got Minho off. He covered his bedsheets with a yelp of satisfaction.

He could hear Onew smiling on the other line, “You’re my good baby, will you call me again Tomorrow?”

Minho was practically breathless coming down from his high, “I- I want to, but I can’t.”

“I’m sorry about that baby, I’ll talk to you next time, okay?”

“Okay, yes, thank you.” Minho was still making sense of what he had done when the line switched back over to the main operator talking over the price of his pleasure.

Minho stood in front of his new boss, or the man he thought to be his boss. He was shorter than Minho, and wore dress pants that were a little too tight on his thighs. Thanks to his fun the previous night, Minho was a little out of it. He decided that next time he wouldn’t do it on his bed so he wouldn’t have to change the sheets before he could sleep. Every once in awhile his thoughts would go to Onew. What was he doing right now? What do phone sex workers do during the day?

“Alright.” The man in front of him smiled making his eyes squint happily, “My name is Jinki, I was in your position about five months ago. So, obviously, it’s my job to show you the ropes.” Something about Jinki was familiar, but he just couldn’t place it.

Minho followed Jinki through the office, listening as the elder pointed out certain aspects and things to look out for. They passed a slightly larger man who gave Jinki a smile and asked about a project.

Jinki responded, letting him know he was working on it before he leaned in close to Minho, bringing his voice low, “I would stay away from him if I were you. He’ll try to get you to do his work for him.”

Minho’s body stiffened. That voice sounded familiar. He thought it was.. No, it couldn’t be. He’s been calling Onew too much lately, some coffee would wake him up.

“Um, Jinki?” Minho spoke up after clearing his throat, “Is there coffee somewhere?”

Jinki grinned. “still waking up, eh? Don’t worry, you’ll get used to the hours soon, just don’t go to bed too late, it’s not good for you.”

Minho smiled awkwardly and followed Jinki to a small cafe, “Get whatever you want but show them your card. They’ll create a tab for you to pay for it later.”

“I’ll take anything you have with the highest caffeine content.”

Jinki chuckled low. The sound was terrifyingly similar to Onew’s. He was reminded of a scenario Onew had played out with him just a few weeks ago. Onew was his controlling master, the memory sent shivers down his spine. “So when did you go to bed?”

“Late,” Minho said. He shook his head shaking the thought from his mind.

There was a devilish glint in Jinki’s eye, “I bet it wasn’t as late as me.”

“Oh, I don’t think so.” Minho took the black coffee that looked like death, and downed it in one go.

The two got back to their desks, and Jinki sat behind Minho. “Well, if you need me for anything, just let me know!” He smiled that same cheesy smile before he swivelled around and got back to work.

Minho fell into a rhythm easily. As a rookie, his job was doing everyone else’s job, so it gave him plenty of experience for when he was going to finally Jinki’s place with a new intern coming the next month. There were little things Jinki did that reminded Minho of Onew. His voice, when his voice was brought low from its usually chipper tone, Minho froze in his place, feeling as if Onew was with him. These were the moments he wanted to kiss Jinki the most, but he resisted the urge as best he could.

It was the day before a new rookie would arrive and Minho sat at his desk anxiously. The day after this one he would be sharing a desk with Jinki, and that meant imagining Onew every day. He had to know, he just had to.

Minho stood up to go to the bathroom before another meeting, and noticed Jinki’s desk was empty. It was a perfect opportunity.

He grabbed a pen and scribbled ‘Onew?’ on a post-it note. As he left, he casually stuck it inside Jinki’s laptop. Minho hurried to the bathroom, hoping to get to his meeting on time.

The whole meeting Minho sat anxiously tapping his foot. If Jinki was Onew, he didn’t know how he would be able to interact with Jinki in a normal setting. Onew knew what turned him on, he knew just how to control Minho, he knew that Onew could say just a few words and he’d be crumbling. The lines between Jinki and Onew were getting more blurred. When he imagined what Onew would do to him, he saw Jinki doing it in his mind. He saw Jinki’s plump lips wrapping around his member, and his strong thighs pulling Minho close.

“What do you think Minho?” Kyuhyun raised an eyebrow, looking at the dazed Minho. “Should we continue paying for this service?”

Minho made an awkward response, feeling his face grow hot with embarrassment.

The meeting ended, and Minho apologise to Kyuhyun on his way out.

“I know you’re nervous about meeting your new lackey, but try to stay focused during meetings, okay?”

Minho nodded and apologised again. He felt his ears turn red as he remembered why exactly he had spaced out during the meeting.

He walked through the office making his way to the back corner where his empty desk sat. All of his items were sitting on the desk across from Jinki in a flimsy box. Tomorrow he would be stuck there, stuck facing Jinki every day, stuck having to look at his lips, and his intense eyes. The office was practically empty as he walked through it. Most everyone had gone to lunch, which let Minho work in peace. He sat at his desk and opened his own laptop ready to check the emails he had missed during the meeting.

Sitting on Minho’s keyboard was a tiny post-it, infact it looked like it had been cut from his original one. It just had one word, ‘baby?’

Minho blushed a deep crimson. He knew. Jinki knew it was him.

He slowly turned, looking at Jinki who had a sheepish grin plastered on his face. “You’re a bit different than I thought.”

“How so?” Minho asked, his cheeks still red as he met the man he had pretty much fallen in love with.

Jinki rolled closer and rested his hand on Minho’s thigh, “You’re a lot taller than I was expecting.” He leaned in closer, “And your eyes, they’re really big.”

For a moment, Minho stopped breathing. Jinki’s gaze was making him sweat nervously, and the hand on his thigh was almost too much.

He smiled, going back the the Jinki Minho knew. “If you tell anyone, you’re dead meat.” His face became serious all of a sudden, catching Minho by surprise. “And, I want to meet you in the back room. You know, the one that has the couch and no one really goes in.” He rolled closer, bringing his hand further up on Minho’s thigh, the fingertips coming closer to the strain in Minho’s pants. He brought his lips to Minho’s ear, and he could feel Jinki’s warm breath passing next to him. “I want to play out one of our little scenarios. See if you’re as good as you sound.”