Kai, a graphic designer from one of the best company known in the country. He spent most of his days glued to the glow of his laptop screen, designing visuals for a big creative agency that was just enough to keep him busy and tormenting enough to feel like a cage sometimes. Being a graphic designer meant deadlines were his constant companion, and the midnight oil his closest friend.
It was ironic, he poured his emotions into colors, shapes, and lines, but real connection? That was a different story. Most days, he was just another faceless presence behind the screen, longing for something more than pixels and deadlines.
The office buzzed with chatter and clacking keyboards, but he often felt invisible, like a ghost drifting through the noise. His co-workers saw him as the quiet guy who got the job done, nothing more. That was fine. Sometimes, being unnoticed was easier than having to explain the mess tangled inside his head.
When he left the office, the city's neon lights flickered like distant stars, but they didn't warm him. He dove into a small apartment that smelled like old coffee and unfinished dreams. His routine was predictable: late dinners, late-night scrolling through social media, searching for a spark he couldn't seem to find.
Love? Passion? They felt like stories other people lived, not him. He was comfortable in the gray, not numb, not bursting, just... existing.
But maybe that was about to change.
There was Ren. Always just out of reach, the one whose nod could change everything. In this world of deadlines and deliverables, Ren was the gold standard, the person whose opinion made or broke the work. Kai had been chasing that approval for years, handing over presentations, reports, ideas, always hoping to catch his eye, to hear that one word: "Good."
But Ren wasn't easy to please. Sharp, demanding, exacting, he saw through all the noise and half-measures. Kai knew he wasn't the only one trying to impress him. Still, something about that challenge kept him going, kept him from slipping into the shadows for good.
Sometimes, he wondered if Ren even noticed him beyond the work. Or if he was just another face in the endless stream of talent vying for his attention.
Either way, he couldn't stop trying.
"Got a minute?"
"Again? What now?"
"I know it's late, and this is the nth time I'm asking, but I really need your sign-off on the latest draft. I can't move forward without it."
"You're weeks overdue. You think I just wait around to rubber-stamp your work?"
"I'm aware. I've been pushing hard to get it right. Just need to know if it meets the standard or if I should start over."
"This isn't just about standards. It's about consistency. Miss deadlines, you lose trust."
"I'm not making excuses. Just asking for approval to proceed. I want to fix this, not lose ground."
"Fine. Submit the full report by end of day tomorrow. Show me you can handle responsibility. Otherwise, the project's dead in the water."
"Thank you. I won't let you down."
He took a deep breath, forcing calm into his voice despite the tight knot in his chest. Respect is the price for progress, he reminded himself.
"Understood. I'll have everything ready by tomorrow."
Inside, frustration simmered, this wasn't just about a signature. It was a test of endurance, of swallowing pride. But the path to approval always demanded patience.
He folded his hands on the desk, masking the impatience clawing at him. One step closer. One step closer to proving I belong here.
He glanced up, catching the brief flicker of something unreadable in the other's eyes. Maybe it was skepticism, maybe respect, or just the weight of expectations Kai had yet to meet.
Either way, he would endure. Because giving up wasn't an option.
The hour crept closer to midnight, and the soft hum of the air conditioning was the only sound left in the office. Kai's eyes burned from staring too long at the screen, but he didn't blink it away. He leaned forward, dragging the cursor with precision, aligning the last layout element into place.
Almost there.
The document was a pitch deck, clean, sharp, and obsessively detailed. He'd spent hours refining it: adjusting spacing by pixels, revising the font hierarchy, selecting colors that wouldn't just look good but feel like something Ren might finally nod at. Approval wasn't just a goal anymore. It was the lifeline he clung to in a job that often made him feel invisible.
He stretched briefly, cracking his knuckles before sitting up straighter. The office, bathed in the dim light of his desk lamp and laptop glow, felt like a world sealed away from time. Everyone else had clocked out hours ago. Desks were empty, screens dark. The cleaning staff had already come and gone.
Kai hit save. Then save again, just to be sure.
As he reached for his thermos, long gone cold, he froze.
The elevator down the hall made a soft ding.
He waited. No footsteps. Maybe it was just a glitch in the system, or maybe security doing a late-round check. Still, instinctively, he straightened his posture, brushing a hand through his hair and glancing toward the door.
Then, footsteps.
Steady, unhurried. Polished shoes on linoleum.
Kai's heart sank before it could rise. There was only one person who walked like that.
Ren.
The footsteps grew louder, more defined. Kai didn't look up right away, he didn't have to. The rhythm was unmistakable. Controlled. Confident. Like someone who never second-guessed a single step they took.
Then the door opened.
Ren stepped inside without a word, his presence immediately altering the air in the room. He wore that usual charcoal-gray coat, collar turned slightly up, sleeves perfectly tailored. His gaze swept the office briefly before settling on Kai.
"You're still here," he said, voice calm but edged with something unreadable.
Kai nodded once, forcing himself to remain composed. "Just finishing up the pitch deck for the Ridgeway project. I wanted it on your desk first thing tomorrow."
Ren didn't respond immediately. He stepped closer instead, slow and deliberate, until he was standing just across from Kai's desk. The screen's glow lit the lines of his face, sharp, severe, unreadable.
"Let me see it."
Kai hesitated only a moment before turning the screen toward him. Ren leaned down, eyes scanning the layout with that signature intensity, the kind that made even Kai's best work feel like it was being dissected under a microscope.
Seconds ticked by. Then a full minute.
Then, quietly: "You redesigned the transition frames."
Kai nodded again. "They felt too aggressive. I softened the visuals, gave the data more breathing space."
Ren's brows lifted almost imperceptibly. "And the headline treatment?"
"I merged the subtitle into the body line. Less clutter. Cleaner impact."
Another pause. Then Ren leaned back, straightening.
"It's better than last week's."
A compliment. Or something close to it.
Kai tried not to react, but a flicker of heat rose in his chest anyway. "I'll send you the full package before I leave."
Ren didn't move. His eyes lingered, studying Kai now instead of the deck. Not in the usual way, not assessing performance or posture, but something slower, almost thoughtful.
"You always stay this late?" he asked quietly.
Kai exhaled, fingers brushing over the edge of his desk. "Only when it matters."
Ren nodded once, the faintest trace of something unreadable in his expression, not softness, not approval, but maybe… curiosity.
Then, without another word, he turned and walked away.
The door clicked softly shut behind him.
And Kai? He sat there in the silence again, only this time, his heart wasn't quite as steady.
The next morning came with little rest and even less peace.
Kai walked into the office with a coffee he barely tasted and heavy eyes that felt stitched open. The moment he stepped into his cubicle, his inbox greeted him with a flood of unread emails, the top one blinking like a cruel reward.
Subject: Ridgeway Deck: Approved
No comments. No red marks. No revisions. Just one word that had the power to send a ripple through Kai's chest.
Approved.
It felt surreal. After all the back-and-forths, the drafts, the quiet disapproval... Ren had finally signed off on something he'd done.
Kai leaned back in his chair for just a second, letting that small victory settle into his bones. But the celebration barely lasted.
Just as he took his first real sip of coffee, another notification pinged in.
Subject: Immediate Priority: CEO Revamp Project
He clicked it open. The message was from the head of creative. Short, clipped, urgent.
"CEO requested a full overhaul on the legacy brand visuals for next month's investor pitch. He wants something bold, modern but rooted. You're being assigned as lead. Pull references from the old archives. You've got three weeks. Deadline is non-negotiable."
Kai stared at the screen, the words swimming.
He had just exhaled.
Just finished what felt like a gauntlet of revisions.
And now, this?
A full rebrand on visuals older than his first day here. The kind of project that came with scrutiny from every level of leadership. He could already hear the subtext ringing in the message: "Don't screw this up."
He slowly set the coffee down and opened the project brief, scanning through the decade-old design elements, logo iterations, color palettes that hadn't aged well.
The task ahead felt like a mountain after a marathon.
Still, a quiet resolve settled over him.
He wasn't the rookie who used to doubt every slide. Not anymore.
If they wanted bold?
He'd give them something they wouldn't forget.
As the deadline loomed like a storm cloud, Kai slipped deeper into the rhythm of late nights and cold coffee.
The office emptied out earlier each evening, leaving him alone with the quiet hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional clatter of keyboard strokes. Files and mockups littered his desktop screen. His fingers moved with precision, but the exhaustion was setting in, deep in his spine, heavy in his eyelids.
It was nearing 1 AM. Outside, the city pulsed faintly, distant sirens, neon flickers, a lullaby of insomnia.
Kai had lost count of how many nights he'd been the last to leave. The janitor even stopped asking why he was still around. The office became his second skin, one where time blurred and the world outside faded.
He ran a hand through his hair, eyes narrowing at the feedback notes from the board. He was reworking an entire section, again, determined to make it perfect. The silence helped him focus. No interruptions, no judgmental glances.
Just him... and the looming pressure of expectation.
The office had long slipped into silence, the kind that pressed against your skin and whispered reminders of how late it was. Kai rubbed his eyes, the screen's glow still burning into his vision. With the deadline chewing at his nerves, sleep wasn't an option, not tonight.
He stood, stretched his aching back, and decided to make the pilgrimage to the break room for a bitter cup of life support. As he trudged past the row of darkened offices, his gaze snagged on a soft glow down the hall.
Ren's office.
The table lamp was still on.
Kai slowed down. He's still here?
He told himself he was just curious, just checking. Nothing more. So he stepped lightly toward the glass wall, leaned in just enough to peek inside.
Ren was seated at his desk, back slightly arched, head tilted back.
Kai's breath hitched, frozen halfway between thought and instinct.
A soft sound slipped past the glass.
A moan.
Low. Drawn-out. Controlled, like someone trying not to be loud.
Kai blinked, unsure if his exhaustion was playing tricks. But no, there it was again. Softer. Needier.
His body went rigid. He backed away instinctively, heart pounding, unsure whether to bolt or keep watching.
Whatever this was… it wasn't part of the job description.
He should've left.
He meant to.
But instead, Kai leaned ever so slightly closer, the hallway quiet enough to hear the faint creak of leather from inside the room. Through that narrow slit in the blinds, the scene unfolded, and it was nothing like what he'd expected.
Ren wasn't alone.
Seated in his chair, posture slack in a way that defied his usual sharp composure, Ren had one hand tangled in the hair of someone kneeling between his legs. The other was clamped over his own mouth, trying, and failing, to muffle the moans slipping past his fingers. His eyes were half-lidded, flushed cheeks catching the glow of the desk lamp, lips parted around a stuttered breath as his hips gave a shallow roll.
It wasn't the Ren people saw in boardrooms. This was something unguarded. Raw.
And Kai... froze.
Time stalled. The pounding of his own heartbeat throbbed in his ears. The rush of heat in his chest, neck, lower, made it hard to breathe, hard to even think. His fingers twitched at his side, torn between guilt and the tight knot of arousal spiraling low in his gut.
He should look away.
But he didn't.
Kai didn't know when he started breathing through his mouth.
Didn't realize how tightly he was gripping the hem of his shirt, or how low it had slipped, his hand now pressed against the front of his slacks, pulse quickening with every soft, wet sound echoing faintly from the office.
Inside, Ren was unraveling.
His head tilted back against the chair, neck bared and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. The man between his legs grew hungrier, rhythm rough and eager, drawing sharp gasps from Ren as his fingers clenched tighter in that tousled hair. Every motion, every broken sound, wound a coil inside Kai that had no business tightening.
His throat was dry. Mouth parted. Skin burning.
And before he could talk himself out of it, damn it all, his hand moved. Desperation overrode shame. A palm slid beneath his waistband, aching flesh pressed against trembling fingers, the friction igniting sparks through his veins.
He shouldn't be doing this.
But he couldn't stop.
Not when Ren arched with a stifled cry, not when Kai's vision blurred at the sight of it, the last thrust of Ren's hips, the tense shudder running through him like a ripple of lightning, that final gasp he barely caught in his palm.
Kai's climax hit him like a rogue wave. Hot. Relentless. A surge he tried to stifle with his teeth buried in his sleeve, his other hand desperately catching the release with the handkerchief he'd fumbled from his pocket. Heart thudding. Lungs starved.
Silence returned like a slap, heavy, cold, too real.
He stood there, frozen, sweat-damp and breathless, hand still wrapped around himself, eyes wide and locked on the dimly lit aftermath inside that room.
What the hell had he just done?
Kai's breath caught in his throat as the man's face came into clearer view through the frosted glass.
No way.
It was him, the CEO.
The one who ruled the entire company with an iron fist, the man whose voice could make or break a career, now exposed in a way Kai never imagined.
The same man who just moments ago had signed off on Kai's latest project, demanding flawless work with no excuses.
Kai's heart thundered louder than before. He wanted to disappear, to sink into the floor, but his legs refused to move.
Suddenly, the door creaked open.
Ren, or rather, the CEO, looked up sharply, eyes locking onto Kai's frozen figure.
"You're still here?" The voice was low, laced with something that sent a shiver down Kai's spine. "Shouldn't you be finishing that revamp? Or did you come to... observe?"
Kai swallowed hard, cheeks burning hotter than the summer sun. "I-I was just... getting coffee."
A slow, knowing smile curved the CEO's lips, eyes gleaming with something unreadable.
"Well, now that you're here..." His gaze drifted suggestively. "Don't just stand there. Come in."
Kai's mind short-circuited.
Come in?
Was he dreaming? Was this real?
He took a shaky step forward, heart pounding like a drum in a wild symphony.
The night had just begun.
The soft click of the door had barely echoed when both heads snapped in its direction.
Kai stood frozen in the doorway, hand still lightly touching the handle. His eyes locked first on Ren, and oh, oh what a sight he was. His tie undone, shirt half-hanging from his shoulders, chest rising and falling with heavy, post-climax breaths. His hair was damp with sweat, and his eyes… they widened in raw disbelief.
"W-what the hell----" Ren sputtered, shifting instinctively, though there was no hiding the flushed skin, the exposed waistband, or the fact that his legs were still parted.
Behind Kai, the CEO gave a low hum, lazy and utterly unbothered by the interruption. In fact, there was a hint of smugness in the way he pulled the front of his shirt together, but made no effort to fix the rumpled state of Ren's clothes.
"Kai?" Ren's voice cracked halfway through his name.
Kai looked like he'd just been slapped by the universe. His mouth opened but no sound came out, not even an excuse. His flushed face said everything.
"Oh my god," Ren whispered, one trembling hand reaching for the edge of the desk as if to ground himself.
Kai, still dazed and burning with heat from earlier, stepped back instinctively, right into the firm grip of the CEO who had silently moved behind him.
"Leaving already?" the man murmured close to his ear, voice a sinful purr. "You've seen this much. Might as well stay for the fallout."
Kai jerked slightly at the touch, every nerve in his body shot awake.
Ren's voice turned sharp, but not cruel , more panicked than angry. "Let him go. He wasn't supposed to see this."
Kai's throat finally cooperated. "I-I was just getting coffee…"
"And detoured into a live show?" the CEO teased, clearly enjoying the frayed tension stretching between them.
Kai finally found his feet and peeled himself away from the CEO's grasp, muttering a choked "I didn't mean----sorry," before stumbling back out the door, heart pounding, vision fuzzy, and hand still gripping the now very damp handkerchief in his pocket.
Behind the door, silence fell, only to be broken by Ren's hoarse, mortified groan as he dropped his head into his hands.
Ren had barely redressed, if you could even call slipping his shirt back on redressed, when the CEO leaned lazily against the desk, smug satisfaction in every line of his body.
"Go after him," the man said, voice smooth as honey and twice as dangerous.
Ren froze. "What?"
"You heard me." The CEO's smile widened. "He saw. He knows. And if I know you, Ren… you want him to know. Don't you?"
A flush rose up Ren's neck, but his lips stayed shut. A different heat now crawled beneath his skin, humiliation laced with something far darker. Far older.
The CEO's gaze dropped low, then back up again. "No undergarments. As you are."
Ren's hands clenched into fists at his sides. His heart pounded in his throat.
"You're cruel," he muttered.
"And you like that," the CEO returned, voice deadly sweet. "You said you wanted someone to see you. Well, he did. Might as well let him see it all."
The seconds stretched. A war inside Ren's head. Dignity versus desire. Reason versus the wicked thrill humming beneath his skin. He swallowed hard.
Then, without a word, he turned and walked to the door.
Kai hadn't made it far. Just to the hallway leading to the breakroom, still trying to calm the storm inside him. His hands trembled, his breath was uneven, and no amount of cold water was washing away what he'd seen, or what he'd done.
Then he heard it.
"Kai."
He stiffened.
That voice. He turned slowly, and what he saw nearly knocked the breath from his lungs again.
Ren, standing at the end of the hall. Shirt hanging open. Legs bare. No pants. No shame. Just bold, deliberate humiliation. And a look in his eyes that wasn't begging for forgiveness.
It was daring him to react.
Kai's eyes widened, caught somewhere between confusion and raw arousal.
"What… what are you doing?" he breathed.
Ren didn't answer at first. He took a step forward. Then another.
And that's when Kai saw it, the slight tremble in Ren's fingers, the twitch in his jaw. It wasn't just kink. It wasn't just desire.
It was vulnerability.
"…I don't know," Ren whispered, eyes darting to the side for half a second. "I just… didn't want it to end with you walking away."
Kai didn't even have time to think.
The moment Ren reached him, fingers wrapped around his wrist with startling gentleness, he was pulled, no resistance needed. His body moved on instinct, the shock still buzzing in his veins, the lingering heat pooling lower, tighter.
Ren didn't speak. Just led him back.
Back to that office.
Back to where it all started.
When the door opened, Kai barely processed anything before his gaze snapped to the desk,
And the CEO… sprawled across it like some decadent offering.
One leg hooked up, the other hanging down, shirt discarded completely, tie barely hanging around his neck like a noose made of silk.
His fingers-----
Oh god, his fingers were already inside.
Pumping in slow, deliberate strokes, hips twitching against the edge of the desk as he moaned low into his own bitten wrist. He looked up, breathless and glistening.
"Took you long enough."
Ren stiffened behind Kai, but he didn't let go.
Kai swallowed, eyes wide, caught in a trap made of heat and sin.
"I… I don't…" he tried, but his voice came out as a whisper, lost in the crackling tension that filled the room.
The CEO's voice was honeyed sin. "I like being watched. Don't you, Ren?"
Ren didn't answer, he only gave Kai's wrist a little squeeze.
And then, the CEO pulled his fingers out with a wet sound that made Kai's knees buckle. He dipped those fingers into his mouth, slowly, letting them glide over his tongue.
"Kai," the CEO said, voice like velvet. "You've already seen the mess we made. Why not come make one of your own?"
Kai stood frozen, breath caught somewhere between disbelief and burning need. His chest rose and fell, air thick with the scent of arousal and something darker, something inevitable.
He looked at Ren, no, really looked at him.
Disheveled, lips still parted from earlier moans, hair clinging to his temple in sweat-damp strands. The once untouchable, pristine superior… now reduced to trembling knees and exposed skin. His eyes shimmered not with authority, but something dangerously close to pleading.
"Kai…" Ren's voice cracked, barely above a whisper. "Don't… look at me like that."
It wasn't commanding. It wasn't cold.
It was vulnerable.
For a flicker of a second, Kai's chest clenched.
Pity? No, desire, tangled with confusion. He felt it pulse, thick and heavy in his veins, his pants already too tight, too constricting. His legs wobbled, willpower hanging by a thread.
Then the CEO moved, like a predator catching weakness.
With one hand, he yanked Ren forward by the tie, crashing their mouths together. It wasn't a kiss, it was consumption. Tongues clashing, breath stolen, lips reddened and raw.
Ren moaned into it, knees buckling.
And when they pulled apart, strings of spit still clinging between them, the Ren that looked back at Kai was no longer the man he knew.
Gone was the mask of superiority.
Left behind was hunger, raw, stripped, and maddeningly open.
"I only act cold because it's easier," Ren muttered, voice hoarse. "But I've always watched you, Kai. I wanted to ruin you. Or be ruined by you. I didn't care which came first."
Kai took a step back.
Then forward.
Trapped in that inescapable spiral.
His body screamed for release. But his mind still clung to the last threads of restraint.
Not yet… but the leash was snapping.
And both of them knew it.
Kai didn't move. Couldn't.
He stood in the doorway, caught in the molten silence as Ren, half-undressed and glassy-eyed, leaned back against the desk with his legs slightly parted, trembling, exposed, breathless.
And the CEO?
He wasn't finished.
The older man dropped to one knee before Ren, his hands roaming up trembling thighs. His voice was low, like a growl curling up Kai's spine.
"Look at you... still twitching from my fingers and already begging for more."
"I wasn't---" Ren gasped, but his voice cracked as the CEO's lips brushed against that sensitive spot near his hipbone. "You're the one who--hah--keeps doing this."
"Doing what?" he taunted, sucking a mark into Ren's skin. "Showing Kai your true self?" His eyes flicked up, directly at Kai, and his smirk widened. "You look surprised. But I told you he needed to catch up, didn't I?"
Kai's throat was dry. His hand clenched into a fist, knuckles white.
This was madness. This wasn't the workplace anymore.
This was something else entirely.
Ren whimpered, and that did it.
That sound wasn't forced. It wasn't reluctant. It was starved. A need clawing its way out of a man who had spent too long pretending to be above it.
The CEO slipped two fingers between Ren's legs, the same ones that had been stretching him moments ago. Ren arched, head thrown back, a soft sob of pleasure escaping his lips.
"Still open…" the CEO whispered darkly. "Still needy."
Kai's stomach turned in knots, not out of disgust, but out of something far worse: envy.
He had watched. He had burned. But now? He was aching.
He could feel himself growing harder with every breath, every wet sound, every tremble from Ren's thighs.
And still, he didn't move.
The CEO's voice reached him again, smooth and commanding.
"I've broken him down for you, Kai. Torn away the suit, the mask, the arrogance." He turned Ren's face toward him like a prize. "This is what he looks like when he begs. Do you want to see what he sounds like when he breaks?"
Kai swallowed. Hard.
His nails dug into his palm.
Because the answer wasn't just yes.
It was a scream trapped behind his teeth.
Kai couldn't move. Not even when the CEO, bare-chested and flushed with sweat, hoisted Ren effortlessly into his arms, as if he weighed nothing at all.
Ren moaned weakly, arms limp over the CEO's shoulders, legs parted around his waist like they belonged there.
Like he always belonged there.
The CEO didn't just hold him, he claimed him.
And he made sure Kai saw everything.
The CEO stepped forward slowly, deliberately, until he stood just a few feet from Kai, who stood frozen by the wall, caught between panic and need.
Ren's head lolled back, his mouth parted, his eyes half-lidded. His shirt clung to his chest, damp with sweat, and his thighs twitched around the CEO's hips, every motion pressing their bodies impossibly close.
Then it happened.
The CEO shifted his grip and thrust in, slow but deep, and Ren's back arched in his arms, a sharp cry escaping his lips as his nails dragged down the CEO's back.
Kai saw it.
Saw it.
The way Ren's body swallowed him whole, trembling and clenching with every inch.
The way his voice cracked as pleasure overwhelmed him.
The way his fingers reached out, not for the CEO.
But for Kai.
Like he didn't even realize he was doing it.
The CEO's voice was low and cruel, eyes locked on Kai as he began to rock his hips.
"See how deep I go?" he whispered. "See how he clings to it? How he shakes for it?"
Kai's jaw clenched, breath shallow.
"You wanted to know him, didn't you?" the CEO murmured. "Wanted to get close? Then look closer." Another thrust. Another cry from Ren's lips. "This is him. Raw. Open. Ruined."
Kai trembled.
His body screamed to move, to join, to take, to claim what had only been glimpsed in shadows.
But still, he stood there, hands at his sides, nails digging into flesh, heat pooling so violently between his legs it hurt.
And as the CEO drove into Ren again, slow and brutal, he added one last line , a taunt that sliced through Kai's restraint like glass:
"Now imagine how it'll feel… when it's you."
The CEO's pace was unrelenting, each motion driving Ren further into the desk, his legs trembling from the overstimulation. Ren's fingers clawed at the edge, sweat-slicked skin glowing under the low light. His moans were broken, soft, like begging, until they weren't soft anymore.
Kai snapped.
Something inside him shattered, like a dam giving way under the weight of too much restraint.
With a sudden push, Kai shoved the CEO mid-thrust, catching both men off-guard. Ren's back landed against the desk with a dull thud, his flushed body splayed open, trembling from the intensity. But it wasn't Ren Kai was after.
The CEO, still buried deep, stumbled back in that instant, completely exposed in the rawest of positions: straddled, open, vulnerable… with his breath hitching not from fear, but anticipation.
"Kai, " Ren gasped, but it was too late. The hunger in Kai's eyes wasn't just for lust. It was for dominance, for retribution.
"For someone who pulls the strings," Kai growled, stepping forward, "you sure don't mind being tangled in them."
He gripped the CEO's jaw, tilting his head up. "Bet you didn't expect your little toy to bite back."
The CEO tried to recover his posture, lips parting to regain control,
But Kai didn't give him the chance.
He yanked him forward by the hips, forcing him down on Ren's trembling form, making them both cry out in surprise. The sudden force pushed the CEO deeper, stretching Ren more than either expected. But Kai? He wasn't done.
Not even close.
"You thought you could use me?" he hissed lowly, his hand gripping the CEO's throat, not choking, but claiming. "Thought I'd just keep watching while you two played your filthy little game?"
He pushed again, harder, grinding them together, turning Ren into the trembling center of their chaotic heat. The CEO moaned, louder than before, voice cracking as Kai took full control.
"You'll learn your place."
Kai's free hand slid down, past the CEO's stomach, until he reached his exposed, twitching entrance. The moment his finger pressed against it, teasing the ring mercilessly, the CEO's body shuddered violently. His knees buckled. His pride? Forgotten.
"No… don't…" the CEO tried to say.
"Don't?" Kai whispered with a smirk. "You're dripping for it."
And with that----
He pushed in.
The CEO screamed. Not in pain, but in shattered ego and overwhelming bliss. He writhed, caught between Ren's exhausted body and Kai's brutal thrust of dominance, twitching and moaning as if every inch of him was unraveling.
Kai kept going.
Grinding. Pumping. Breaking every composure the CEO had. Until he was a whimpering, drooling mess, his arms clinging to Ren, begging not for it to stop, but for it to never end.
"Kai-please-more… more…"
"Say it," Kai growled.
"I-I'm yours-!"
"Louder."
"I'm yours!"
Kai leaned in, voice dark and thick with finality. "You always were."
The CEO's so wrapped up in his own chaotic pleasure, he's left completely exposed. His defenses down, body trembling under Kai's relentless assault, totally forgetting the one who actually deserves his attention.
Ren's eyes blaze with a fierce hunger, part jealousy, part something darker.
Without hesitation, Ren moves in, voice low and sharp:
"Don't think I'm just some spectator."
He slides up, pressing his body flush against the CEO's exposed back, fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path down that vulnerable spine. Ren's breath is hot against the CEO's ear as he whispers, "You belong to me too."
Kai, caught mid-motion, feels the sudden shift, Ren's possessive touch like fire on the CEO's skin.
The CEO gasps, torn between the pounding inside and Ren's commanding presence. But Kai? He snarls, no longer just a king but a ruler, unyielding and fierce:
"Keep your hands to yourself. This is my moment."
Ren smirks, voice teasing, "For now."
And with that, Ren bends forward, lips grazing the CEO's neck, stealing kisses that mark territory as Kai's beast roars louder.
The CEO was too focused on his own euphoria, riding the high of Kai's relentless assault, completely neglecting Ren's presence. But Ren wasn't about to be a passive observer. With a slow, deliberate movement, he positioned himself on the edge of the desk, legs spread wide in an unspoken invitation. His eyes locked onto the CEO's, a teasing challenge shining in their depths. Without hesitation, Ren gestured, silently commanding the CEO to dive between, claiming his own share of the feast.
The room fills with the intoxicating chaos of three, tangled in heat and power, where no one is giving ground, and every inch is claimed.
The king has taken over... but the throne? Oh, that's still up for grabs.
The room was heavy with heat, the dawn light creeping through the blinds as the world outside slowly woke. Inside, they surrendered to the chaos of desire, time slipping away unnoticed. Breathless, tangled, and raw, they spent the hours in a haze of need and release, three men bound by something fierce and forbidden.
Since that night, the secret they shared wasn't just theirs alone. It became a whispered promise, a dangerous thrill that twisted beneath the surface of polished office walls. Every glance, every touch carried the weight of that hidden fire. They let themselves lose in it, knowing full well that some truths are best kept in shadows.
And for Kai, that secret was intoxicating, a taste of power, passion, and something utterly his own.