nossa lua: taeil x nct 127

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now, everyone wondered why the ceos never seemed interested in anyone. multiple handsome men or beautiful women have approached them but even the most famous figures have been rejected, without a word even being said. it seemed that the males had each developed their own icy glare towards the approachers.

but what they never wondered about was the very possible idea that the ceos were only interested in each other. to them, it was such a far-fetched idea, that they only saw each other as co-workers or just people they saw daily. but to the men themselves, it was a reality.

"j-jae, give me a minute," sicheng stutters as he can feel the wet sensation on his neck. "i-i still h-hav-ve to d-do w-work."

the older just shrugs and continues what he's doing, continuing to mark the other's pale skin with red dots, a couple of them turning purple.

"winnie," jaehyun starts while sucking on a spot that immediately sends the younger in a whining frenzy. "i haven't done this for so long and i won't be able to do it soon. just let me have my fun."

the younger just grows weak at the deep voice jaehyun uses. sicheng always had a thing for anyone using a deep voice, but jaehyun's in particular brought him to his knees.

"give m-me a min-ute," sicheng wriggled his way out of the other's grasp. "yuta needs me to finish this before the call. but afterwards, i can give you all the attention you want."

"or maybe yuta just wants to watch this show," jaehyun whispers. "he seems to be enjoying it so far."

eyes widened, the chinese turns his head to the door, where he sees a smirking yuta standing at.

"you know, you two should be grateful it's 1am. otherwise, imagine what would happen if you were caught," the japanese strides over with light but long steps.

"are the others gone?" sicheng asks from his seat.

"yep, we're the last ones here," jaehyun says while leaning against the desk.

nodding, the youngest just goes back to his screen while talking.

"you guys can stay but don't be distracting."

feigning innocence, the other two just head to the couch and take out their phones.

to jaehyun: plan 1 or 2?

the korean's phone dings and he smirks when seeing the text.

from jaehyun: 2, he's only gonna watch if we do 1.

yuta puts his phone down and walks to the seat where jaehyun is. giving a teasing look, he takes off his blazer and tie, making them fall on the ground, while jaehyun does the same, making sure to make exaggerated movements. he could see sicheng struggling to keep his composure.

step two was yuta straddling on to jaehyun, the younger wrapping his strong arms around the waist of the japanese. immediately, he brings their lips together into an exaggerated kiss, one that would surely catch sicheng's attention entirely.

each smack, bite, and tongue action, sicheng could see all of it and he could feel his consciousness go away. of course, he shouldn't have trusted the two to behave.

"yuta," jaehyun pulls away from the heated kiss, his lips red from it. "it looks like little sicheng has something to say."

"really, our little baby has something to say," yuta plays along, adding his own nickname which he knew would help the younger slip into his subspace.