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“...Please get off.”

“No.”

“You’re going against your superior’s order?”

“What order?” the blonde young man smiles smugly, “It looks to me that my boss is sharing the same idea, so what are we holding back for?”

The President’s chair makes a creaking sound as it leans slightly backward; the person sitting on it is getting pushed back by an additional weight climbing on top of the seat.

Since his father renounced his leadership over the mammoth corporation that is the Shinra Company, Tseng has been running the business for years, managing both external and internal issues alike until he is buried up to the neck in work every day. However, not even the eccentric Board of Directors has given him a bigger headache than this one particular member of the Turks, the Investigation Sector of their General Affairs Department.

Rufus, once a promising rookie who passed the test with flying colors, never had a record of failure throughout his career in the Shinra Company. He carries out his job perfectly, alone or in a team, and is well-liked by his colleagues. After the previous Chief of the Turks went missing in action, the young man was appointed to be the team’s new leader and, subsequently, Tseng’s right-hand man.

Truth be told, Tseng never has a single complaint about how this man is running his job. He is smart, skillful, and always gets the job done — in summary, a perfect subordinate through and through. If there is one thing that makes him shake his head, it is that he has been constantly, persistently, “harassing” his boss with all sorts of bold approaches.

And the fact that Tseng can never refuse him makes it even worse.

“We are in the office, Rufus,” Tseng gently pushes his shoulders, “I hope you can maintain your professionalism while we’re working.”

“So it’s alright if it’s after office hours?”

“That’s…”

“You don’t have anything scheduled for the next two hours,” the blond young man rubs their noses together, “Let me help you relax before you have to deal with those blockhead Directors again, Mr. President.”

Saying this, he plants a kiss on Tseng’s lips — nothing too brazen yet still a sensual invitation nonetheless. He licks his chin, again kissing the places he marks before loosening the President’s collar and tie, nibbling at his neck. While doing this, he removes his own suit; his neatly combed hair slowly unravels to leave some of those golden locks falling down his finely sculpted face.

Before he can go any further, however, the young Turk leader suddenly gets pushed down, his back slamming against the wide surface of the President’s desk. He grimaces briefly from the collision, but the smile on his face appears to bloom even wider.

“See? I know you’re up for it, Mr. President,” he says.

Above him, a pair of dark eyes is glaring down at his person, as though pondering on what would be the best way to devour him whole.

Not like Rufus cares about which method this man chooses in the end, for the act itself already fills his heart with elation.

***

The phone on the secretary’s desk rings.

Taking her eyes off the computer screen, President Tseng’s secretary promptly picks up the call, quickly noticing the person on the other end of the line as her superior from the incoming number displayed on the screen.

“Yes, Mr. President?” she answers.

“The meeting at 4 PM today, could you reschedule it to 4:30?”

“Certainly, sir. I will inform the Board members as soon as possible.”

The capable secretary jots down the instructions on her notepad. At this moment, however, she hears clattering and other unclear noises from the phone.

“Is everything alright, sir?” she asks, concerned.

“It’s fine. I’ll call you back later.”

“Uhh… Yes, understood, sir.”

The phone call ends and the secretary, albeit somewhat wondering, goes about carrying out her duty. Little does she know that just through the door behind her desk, an illicit act is taking place inside the President’s very office, one that is committed by the President himself and his closest subordinate.

“...I told you not to make too much noise, Rufus.”

Slightly growling, Tseng presses down on the person beneath him, burying himself deeper into the latter’s most private place.

Yet his threat-like warning does not scare the Turk. Completely disheveled, having been made a mess of inside and outside, Rufus — who has his upper body lying face down over the desk — turns his head and throws a cheeky grin at his boss.

“Are you… Are you afraid she would notice, Mr. President?” he smiles amid his gasps, “Don’t worry, nobody knows that I’m here and– Nngh!!”

“Quiet now,” Tseng pushes into him, “You heard what I told her. I’ll have a meeting at 4:30 so let’s wrap up quickly.”

President Tseng is usually calm and his composure is unbreakable. No one would ever imagine that there is actually a beast lying dormant inside of him — and that there is only a single individual who can incite that beast to show itself in the open.

Rufus lets out a cry when Tseng’s manhood rubs against his sensitive spots. His front member climaxes and his insides tighten, the third time since they started, but his superior does not show any sign of stopping. If anything, his thrusts grow even more vigorous, and the endless sparks of pleasure coursing through his body nearly drive Rufus insane. He does not even realize that he’s been clawing at the table, leaving thin lines on the otherwise smooth surface.

But Tseng realizes this and he clasps the young man’s hand, kissing the back of his ear.

“You’ll break your nails if you keep doing that,” he whispers; his deep and low voice sends shivers down Rufus’ spine, “Hold my hand instead. You’d much prefer that than scratching the table, right?”

“...What a gentleman, Mr. President,” the young man chuckles softly, “If you keep treating me like this, it will be impossible for me to give up on you.”

“Is ‘giving up’ even a part of your plan in the first place?” Tseng pounds into him, efficiently shutting down his subordinate, “From what I see, not even the threat of termination will deter your unrelenting pursuit.”

“I’m a Turk, after all,” Rufus smiles at him; the tears trickling down his beautiful blue eyes make for a stark contrast with his unbridled confidence, “We always…’get the job done,’ no matter how hard it is.”

“...I see. I suppose you’re right.”

With that said, the President no longer continues the small talk between them. He grabs Rufus’ small waist, sending his shaft to invade the latter’s insides in several long thrusts before switching to short, quicker ones.

Rufus’ moans drip from his half-parted lips and his body is being rocked back and forth on the table. At some point, his legs have completely given up. Had Tseng not been holding him up, he would’ve crumbled to the floor like a doll whose strings were broken.

From their connection, traces of lust overflow and trickle down his long legs.

“Will you take me in, Rufus?” Tseng says while biting on his subordinate’s shoulder, causing the other man to flinch, “Or would you like me to let it out elsewhere?”

“In… Inside…” the young Turk gasps, “I will…take it in…all of it…”

“...Very well.”

The fierce penetration makes Rufus cry, arching his back in desperation. Even though he climaxed just a moment ago, his front end seems to have been stimulated again without anyone touching it; the tip is leaking bit by bit.

All of a sudden, Tseng pulls out without warning and flips him over. He thrusts in again; the intrusion hits Rufus’ prostate straight away that the Turk’s entire body goes numb for a second. Leaning down, the President teases the little protruding buds on his young subordinate’s exposed chest with his mouth. He is close, Tseng can tell, and so does himself.

He spreads Rufus’ legs apart. Once… Twice… Thrice… He pounds into him until those warm tender walls finally squeeze tightly around him once more.

White substances spurt out and stain the young Turk’s abdomen. At the same time, the President releases his desire inside him, filling him up to the brim.

“Tseng… Tseng…”

It isn’t clear whether Rufus is fully “conscious” as he keeps whispering his superior’s name. He clings to him, wrapping his arms around the President while trembling from pleasure.

This time, Tseng holds him close and seals his pretty lips with a kiss.

“You really are one unruly subordinate, aren’t you?” he says, “Who in their right mind will go this far to seduce their boss?”

“You’d be surprised.” Though weak and exhausted, the smile on Rufus’ face has yet to diminish. “You are perpetually surrounded by many people, Tseng. Can you say with certainty that no one among them harbors desires toward you?”

“None that I know of.”

“But of course,” Rufus chuckles, “Now that you mention it, I think I’ve been doing a good job keeping them all away from you.”

Saying this, he rubs his face against the palm of Tseng’s hand, throwing a meaningful glance his way.

“Well? What do you think, Mr. President? Should you not reward me for my endeavor?”

“I think…” Tseng leans down, “A disobedient employee who goes about doing whatever pleases should be ‘punished,’ don’t you think so, Rufus?”