NSFW ramblings
Don't think I've seen another kdrama with such raw continuous sexual energy as TDJ.
Like that scene where Yohan presses Gaon against the bookshelf in his office when he goes to bug him. Gaon's pussy must have shivered and gotten so wet even if he didn’t know why. Yohan’s hands on him just makes his knees weak.
I wonder what would have happened if Yohan didn't let him go. If Yohan had sauntered to his desk instead and asked what are you really doing here with a very real threat of discovering the bug Gaon planted. What lengths would Gaon go to to distract Yohan? Especially with Yohan looking at him like that.
So Gaon finds himself on his knees, Yohan’s cock in his mouth pushed deep. Having never done this before, he has a hand on the base of Yohan's cock, trying to go slow. He doesn’t know why he's doing this, but the silky hot feel of hard flesh sliding over his tongue, the musky smell, the taste.... it makes his stomach knot with want.
Yohan’s hand is in his hair coaxing him lower and for some reason unknown to himself, Gaon obeys, tries, hands braced on Yohan’s thighs instead. He hears good boy; the words make him shudder. Then he freezes. There's a knock on the door again and Yohan says come in.
The office is dim, Yohan only has the desk lamp on, Gaon is hidden under the desk. He recognises the polite female voice as Oh Jinjoo's. Of course Jinjoo always works late, sometimes sleeping in their office. Gaon panics, tries to jerk away but Yohan’s grip on the back of his head is suddenly vice-like, tightening till tears spring to the corner of Gaon's eyes.
Yohan shifts his chair to attention, thrusting forward and deeper into Gaon's mouth. Gaon chokes quietly, muffled against the cock in his mouth, fingers digging into the thighs bracketing him. He can’t do anything else but wait while trying to even his breathing, lips stretched wide, chin resting on the seat of the chair, saliva pooling and dripping out the corners of his mouth.
The voices continue. Yohan’s hand has left his hair but Gaon doesn't move, eyes closed and breathing through his nose. He feels sedated, meditative. He looks up, Yohan isn't paying attention. Gaon shifts, relaxes and edges forward, takes the hard cock deeper into his throat and swallows. Above him, he hears Yohan stutter, breath hitching. A mistake. Yohan’s hips jerk, Gaon gags but before he can pull free, the hand brushes his face then pinches his nose close; Gaon can't fucking breathe.
His heart is pounding, blood roaring in his ears, throat swallowing convulsively as he tries not to struggle. He counts thirty seconds. It feels like an eternity. Yohan releases him and Gaon slumps, heaving. His face is wet with tears. She's gone Yohan says petting his hair and gently guides him back down his cock.
Gaon takes it, takes it all. Let's Yohan use him as he pleases. When Yohan comes down his throat, Gaon tries to pull away again, but Yohan holds him steady and says swallow. Gaon does. It tastes bitter and strange. He doesn’t hate it. He’s hauled to his feet, propped against the edge of the desk, dazed. Yohan undoes his belt, tugs his slacks then his wet briefs down his thighs. Gaon’s cock his rock hard and dripping. Yohan doesn’t pause, sucks his cock all the way to the base. Gaon cries, curling over him, hands digging into strong shoulders, shaking through his orgasm.
He's still floating high, pliant and sluggish when Yohan pushes to his feet, kisses him; open mouth and filthy, feeds his come back to him, a whole mouthful, and makes Gaon swallow the taste of himself from Yohan’s tongue. It feels repulsive, wrong. Gaon chokes a little and does it anyway, Yohan’s thumb pressed against his Adam's apple.
Yohan licks Gaon lips after, does himself up, does Gaon’s pants up too and straightens his clothes. He pats Gaon on the shoulder again and says he'll see him in the morning.
