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Just Treat Me Like That [Part III] - Chapter 36
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Taekyung gripped Mark’s wrist and made him turn around, facing the door. He bent him over his desk before leaning on top of him. He placed his tie over Mark’s eye, blinding his vision. “You better not make a sound,” he whispered in his ear.
“The door… it’s not locked.”
“If you’re a good boy and don’t make any noise, no one will come in.” Taekyung gripped Mark’s jaw with one hand as he traced his tongue over Mark’s ear. Mark let out a breathy moan. Taekyung made Mark turn his head to the side, bringing in for a kiss.
As they kissed, Taekyung undid Mark’s pants. He slowly pulled down his pants along with his boxer briefs. Taekyung separated from the kiss. He stopped gripping Mark’s jaw and slipped two fingers inside Mark’s mouth.
Mark swirled his tongue around Taekyung’s fingers before sucking on his fingers. He swirled his tongue around Taekyung’s fingers once more before Taekyung took his fingers from inside Mark’s mouth.
Taekyung slowly slipped his fingers inside Mark. He let out a moan before biting his bottom lip after remembering the door was not locked. Taekyung leaned over to Mark’s ear and whispered, “shh… you wouldn’t want to get caught, would you?”
Mark let out a breathy moan as he shook his head. “Good,” Taekyung whispered as he slipped one more finger inside Mark. He twisted his fingers, before separating his fingers, grazing his fingers against Mark’s walls.
Mark bit his bottom lip after he let out another soft moan. He curled his hands into fists as he tried to look through the darkness. Taekyung slowly slipped his fingers out of him. He brought his hand to Mark’s neck before turning his head to the side.
Taekyung leaned over for a kiss as he slipped inside Mark. He cut off Mark’s gasp as he kissed his lips. He relentlessly thrusted into Mark, making separate from the kiss. “Not- not so hard.” Taekyung grabbed Mark’s wrists and placed them on his back.
He held his wrists together as he leaned closer to Mark’s ear. “You love it when I **** you like this.” Mark let out a breathy moan before responding, “this- is not the time for that.” Taekyung smirked as he slowed down his pace.
After a few thrusts, he held Mark’s wrists by his sides. He tightly gripped Mark’s wrists as he picked up his pace. “Taekyung. Please.” Taekyung ignored his cries and continued to ruthlessly pounding into him.
Mark let out a moan as he threw his head back. Taekyung leaned closer to his ear once again. “Hold it.”
“I can’t.” Taekyung let go of Mark’s wrists and wrapped his hand around Mark’s ****. He placed his thumb over the tip until Mark huffed out, “Hyung, please.” Taekyung slowly removed his thumb from the tip. He began to stroke his ****, trying to make him climax.
“If you continue- I-.” Taekyung quickened his pace, sending Mark over the edge. Mark rested against the wooden table, gasping heavily, trying to catch his breath. Taekyung slipped his necktie used as a blindfold off Mark’s head, allowing him to see once again.
“I don’t like it when you blindfold me,” he spoke without making eye contact. “Is it because you’re more sensitive when you can’t see anything?” Mark shook his head. “No… It’s because I can’t see your face.”
Taekyung smirked and slipped himself out of Mark. He sat on his chair and grabbed Mark’s hand, pulling him closer while making him turn around. Taekyung tugged on Mark’s wrist, making him sit on his lap. Taekyung stared at Mark’s blushed face and smiled.
He gently pressed his hand against Mark’s cheek and uttered, “do you prefer this position then?” Mark nodded. “Good. Take off your pants.” Mark opened his mouth but no words came out. He obediently stood up and stripped.
Once he had taken off his shoes, pants, and boxer briefs, Taekyung pulled him back on top of him. Mark placed his legs on either side of Taekyung’s thighs. Taekyung cupped his *** with his hands before spreading his *** cheeks. “What are you-?”
“I can tell you’re not satisfied with just that and I didn’t get to finish.” Hearing no objections, he brought his hands to Mark’s hips as he slowly slipped inside him before pushing him down. Mark let out a loud moan before looking at Taekyung.
“Don’t make a sound.” Mark wrapped his arms around Taekyung’s neck and placed his forehead against Taekyung’s shoulder. Taekyung began to guide Mark’s hips, making him take his entire length. Mark sat up and huffed out, “it’s too deep.”
Taekyung ignored him once more and continued pushing his hips down. Mark let out a breathy moan as Taekyung brought him closer to climax. They looked into each other’s eyes and orgasmed at the same time.
They both gasped heavily, trying to catch their breaths. Mark slowly closed his eyes, placing his head against Taekyung’s shoulder. Taekyung placed his hand over his back and whispered, “you did well.”
Hours later when Mark awoke from his slumber, he felt the light touch of Taekyung’s fingers caressing his face. He smiled and placed his hand over Taekyung’s as he opened his eyes. Taekyung shifted his gaze from the document he was reading and looked at the man resting his head on his lap.
“Did you sleep well?” Taekyung tenderly asked. Mark let out a light hum as he sat up, hugging the suit jacket Taekyung laid on top of him so he wouldn’t feel cold. “How long was I asleep for?”
“A few hours,” Taekyung responded. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” Taekyung inched closer and responded, “you were sleeping so peacefully I couldn’t bring myself to wake you up.” He pressed a peck against Mark’s lips.
Taekyung stood up from the couch and walked over to his desk. “Let’s go have dinner. You must be starving.” Mark looked around Taekyung’s office before looking out the floor-to-ceiling window, fixating his gaze on the night sky.
Taekyung stepped closer to Mark and extended out his hand. Mark looked up at him as he placed his hand on top of Taekyung’s. He stood up from the couch and walked out of Taekyung’s office while holding his hand.
“Where are we going to eat?” Mark asked as they walked to the elevator. “Where do you want to eat?” Mark thought of a moment and then spoke, “I’m craving some hot pot.” Taekyung chuckled and responded, “hot pot it is.”
After Mark and Taekyung had dinner at the five-star restaurant, they went back to the car. They were sitting in the car when Taekyung spoke, “do you want to come with me to have drinks with some friends?”
“Sure,” Mark responded. Taekyung smiled while looking at him. He placed the car in drive and began to drive to their next location. When they arrived at the bar, they made their way to the private lounge, where they met Taekyung’s acquaintances.
“Mr. Choi,” uttered the man standing from the couch, “it’s great to see you.” Taekyung shook the man’s hand before looking at Mark. “This is my husband,” Taekyung spoke as he looked back at the middle-aged man.
“Oh, I never would have thought you would swing in that direction, Mr. Choi,” said the man as he chuckled awkwardly, “I even arranged some beautiful women to accompany us.” Taekyung chuckled as he stepped closer to the man. He placed his hand over the man’s shoulder and whispered, “we’re merely acquaintances. Don’t cross the line. If you want to continue doing business, I suggest you watch your mouth.”
“Yes, Mr. Choi,” responded the man. Taekyung looked back at Mark before holding his hand and walking further into the private lounge. They took a seat on the couch waiting for the man to also take a seat. “How are the exports doing?” Taekyung asked.
“Everything is going smoothly.”
“What about the lobbyist?”
“You don’t need to worry yourself about that. I’ve got everything under control.”
“Well, at least you are more competent doing your job than in casual meetings.”
“Thank you, Mr. Choi.” Taekyung looked over to the side and noticed that Mark seemed a bit uncomfortable. He placed his hand on top of Mark’s thigh, making meet his gaze. Taekyung looked over the man and spoke, “once I have a word with Mr. Vega, we will leave.”
“He should be here any minute now. It seems he ran into a bit of traffic.” As soon as the man finished his sentence, another man entered the room. “Mr. Lawson! Mr. Choi! It’s great to see you both.”
The middle-aged man stood up from the small ottoman to greet the man that just walked inside the room. They both took a seat in front of Mark and Taekyung. “Mr. Vega, long time no see. How was Europe?”
“Fun as always, Mr. Choi. The booze, the women… it was like paradise.” Mr. Lawson laughed, trying to get in on the conversation. Then, Mr. Vega spoke, “who is this cutie? Have we met before? You look familiar.” Mark let an uncomfortable chuckle before Taekyung responded, “he’s my husband.”
“Oh? I must be so disconnected from the world. I didn’t know you got married.”
“Well, our marriage was not so long ago.” Then, there came silence in the room. Two waitresses walked inside the room and laid out two bottles of whiskey on the center table along with some glasses. They served the alcohol in the glasses before walking away.
Mr. Vega picked up his glass and said, “a toast. To… the happy couple.” Mark picked up his glass and clinked his glass with the man in front of him. Mr. Vega smiled and winked at him as their glasses clinked together.
Mark brought the glass closer to take a sip as Taekyung leaned closer to him. “Don’t drink too much,” he whispered in his ear. Mark slowly sipped on his drink as Mr. Vega spoke, “come on, Mr. Choi. Don’t be so overprotective. A little alcohol will bring no harm.”
Taekyung glared at the man before looking at the man sitting next to him. “Mr. Choi, I would like to have a word with you, if you don’t mind,” said Mr. Lawson. Taekyung leaned closer to Mark and whispered once more, “don’t drink too much.”
Taekyung stood up from his chair and walked out of the room with Mr. Lawson. They made their way to an outdoor lounge to talk some business. Taekyung took out a cigarette and lit it. He took a puff of the cigarette as he wondered if leaving Mark by himself was the right thing to do.
When Taekyung and Mr. Lawson stepped back inside the private lounge. Taekyung stepped closer to Mark and took a seat next to him. He leaned closer to his ear and whispered, “it’s getting late. We should go home.”
“I don’t want to go home,” Mark countered, “I want to stay here a bit more. Alex was just telling me about his trip to Europe.”
“Alex? Since when are you two on a first-name basis?”
“Since now,” Mark responded. Taekyung raised his eyebrow as Mark and Mr. Vega continued their conversation. He let out a sigh as all he could do was sit back and watch his husband converse with another man. Watching the two men talk and laugh was enough to make his blood boil from jealousy.
Although normally he would not get jealous in such a pitiful manner, he could not help get jealous by looking at Mark focusing all his attention on another man. Taekyung placed his hand over Mark’s thigh, making Mark stop his conversation to look at him. Seeing how Taekyung did not speak a single word, Mark chose to go back to his conversation.
As Mark continued his conversation, he felt Taekyung gripping harder on his thigh each time he would laugh with Mr. Vega. He glanced over to the side as he thought, ‘Is he jealous? How cute.’
Mark picked up his drink and took the final sip. He looked over at Mr. Vega and said, “it was great meeting you, Alex.” Mark stood up first and Taekyung followed behind him. They said their goodbyes and made their way to the car.
When Mark and Taekyung got home, Mark asked, “why are you ignoring me?” Taekyung refused to respond as he made his way up the stairs. “Hey! I’m talking to you.” As Mark followed behind Taekyung he added, “why do you keep ignoring me? You did not say a word to me on the way home. What did I do that got you so mad?”
Without saying a word, Taekyung made his way to one of the bedrooms on the second floor and stood in front of the door. He turned around, making eye contact with Mark. He placed his hand on the door handle as he said, “you did not listen to me today.” He opened the door and added, “you need to be punished.”