[ The problem with having people that are dating, or married, or just seeing each other, at this agency... is putting them in the same room during a debriefing or just a department meeting. Masa puts them through them weekly, to go over assignments and numbers, and he's had problems with Mei and Miyuki for years.
Miyuki becomes only an accessory to these problems, when Mei brings Seven home with her from her assignment in Korea.
Seven embraces it happily, because ever since he and Mei first hooked up, he's always wanting to put his hands on her, to touch her. They flirt mercilessly during these meetings, and there's been a few occasions where Mei's sat across from him, in some vain attempt to keep them away from each other, and rolled her dainty foot across his crotch and gotten him hard when Masa's tried to get through an important meeting.
You'd think they'd feel guilty, eventually. But instead of guilt, one Choi Saeyoung is sitting on his phone today as he listens to their branch chief start to go over the outline of the meeting before he gets into the actual content. He looks like he always does, half-listening and scrolling through something. But the truth is, he'd managed to talk Mei into doing something before they came into work, and he's turning it on now - the lowest setting of a vibrating egg that he'd nestled sweetly between her thighs that morning. ]
it's not even a problem with most people. there are other couples scattered throughout their agency, people who have been together for decades, who are perfectly capable of sitting in a room together and keeping their hands to themselves.
mei and saeyoung are definitely not those kind of people.
mei can't help it. she was so into him she stole him from his spy agency in south korea and brought him to japan, and even though it's been a couple of years since that happened, mei's still just as disgustingly into him as she was then. it's not her fault her husband is attractive. how is she supposed to keep her hands to herself when they both have the same penchant for messing with their commanding officer (and sometimes miyuki, although that "messing with" usually involves two hands on his thighs when masa's back is turned)?
today, she's being very good, thank you. sitting next to seven, she's even keeping both of her hands on the table, preening cutely at masa when he just rolls his eyes as he walks in. she's just a model agent, that's all.
it's definitely not what's between her legs at the moment that's stolen her full attention.
though it was a bit strange getting from place to place after their less than quickie before work (the benefits of the twins not sleeping until 2--they were both up), it's done nothing but make mei even more into the idea of it. she's sitting with her legs daintily crossed under the table in her pencil skirt, completely silent, paying perfect attention...right up until saeyoung turns it on.
it's low at first, but no less surprising. the office s never really quiet enough for anyone to hear it considering where it's positioned, and masa's deep timbre of a voice helps to offset any noise that comes when she has her first reaction--her hand tightening a smidge around her pen.
mei flicks her gaze back to seven, and then reaches up to toss a little bit of her hair over her shoulder.
[ Office quickies are pretty common with them, even when they're not even on lunch break. Getting off around the corner from a company party is child's play at this point. They know which storage closets can be jimmied from the inside to stay closed, and which ones have the most space and the perfect perches for one of them to sit for whatever reason. Masa has, of course, caught them a great deal more than anyone else, like he has a radar for when Mei is up to something.
Miyuki comes in at second, for that, and half the time he's willing to join them instead of tell them they've got ten minutes to hurry up before they have to get somewhere.
So the idea of the egg isn't farfetched or difficult for either of them to get on board with. Of course, Seven has to spend a little time paying attention to the rest of Mei when he goes to slip it into her, kissing the twins' strawberry blonde heads after as if nothing is amiss. Even Miyuki doesn't notice anything off, and he's arguably just as kinky as the two of them. It wouldn't surprise Seven if he'd thought of this before.
The app's simple enough, disguised a little to keep an errant glance from having someone realize what it is that he's playing around with. But without a care in the world, Saeyoung just meets his beautiful wife's gaze and smiles adoringly, as you do. Totally the norm during these meetings.
Masa continues talking. A half dozen minutes later, the setting increases with a simple touch of his thumb to the screen. ]
[ if masa does indeed have a radar for when mei is up to something (after half a decade of working together, he almost definitely does and mei knows it) it's sure not working right now. they're that incognito. it's hard not to be though--to the untrained eye, nothing's really off. mei even asks a thoughtful question of masa (though admittedly, she doesn't raise her hand, but what else is new.)
the low setting is nice--it's slow and steady, starting a wave of warmth originating from the bottom of her heels and slowly clambering up. it's nothing she can't handle, at least not right away, and mei holds still for now, able to act naturally.
coming up another click is a little different, however.
it's a little faster the second time, and her eyes widen just a little where they're directed at the paper in front of her, startled at the surprise increase in speed and pressure. it feels good, though, and mei curls her toes in her louboutins, the only really obvious reaction besides that her very carefully uncrossing her legs.
it makes the egg press up in a particularly good spot, and mei bites the inside of her cheek, her eyes darkening just a little as she looks at seven again. she doesn't wanna know what kind of hacking he did to this thing--that's a lie. she definitely wants to know. maybe sooner than later. ]
[ Minding his own business, occasionally piping up and offering numbers or commentary or questions as well, Seven pretty much fades into the background pretty easily. He's low key and unassuming when he's like this, something that's not particularly unfamiliar with him. Sometimes, they behave. They have long nights with the twins that don't necessarily show on their faces, but do in their demeanor where they wind up keeping their hands to themselves.
This is probably why Masa doesn't notice.
Although if his back wasn't turned, he'd definitely suspect something with the way that Seven grins at Mei cheekily, waggling his phone between his fingers without much care. She'll certainly find out what he hacked soon enough, though, considering he has every intention of turning it up to the max. Maybe he'll slip it out of her and fuck her while holding it to her clit?
In the meantime, though, he waits about twelve minutes this time before there's another increase. Hopefully this isn't a long meeting. ]
[ yeah, mei catches onto that cheeky grin. her cheeks have started to flush, and she shoots him a look--who knows what its supposed to read--as she settles in with the new rhythm. at this point, she's turned on beyond all belief, from both the constant, neverending pressure of the vibrator and the entire situation that they're in, and even this early in she's probably wrecked her panties.
maybe she'll go without for the rest of the day. she'd have to give saeyoung just a taste of his own medicine.
she turns her head abruptly back to the meeting with a swirl of her pretty blonde hair,then picks up her pen and starts chewing on the end of it. it's a good system, as her hips rock minutely into the toy under the table--each push of her hips forwards and back wriggles the tip and feels amazing.
naturally, right when she's starting to get used to it, when all that silky warm feeling is starting to spread, seven clicks it up a notch. mei makes a noise that sounds like a yip, a startled one, and when masa turns around to glare at her, she hopes he thinks her red face is just from embarrassment. ] Ow, hit my knee! Masa-san, you're gonna have to kiss it better.
[ masa rolls his eyes, monumentally, and turns back to his work. phew. safe. ]
[ Something delighted almost crosses his face when Mei reacts like that, but Seven forces it into a concerned look when Masa turns to glower. Reaching out, he soothes his hand against her thigh, closer to her knee than where she'd really want it, and then draws back again as if he's not at all in on what's going on. God, he really wants to turn it up more. Really wants to make her shake.
Kazuya, of course, casts a suspicious look at the two of them. Mei might have cast Masa's attention off of her, but he knows her pretty well. After a second, though, he just goes back to actually paying attention, and Seven rubs his fist against his mouth to try and squash both a grin and a cackle. This is fun.
Instead of cranking it up higher, he turns it down. Counts - one, two, three, four - and then turns it back up to the same speed that'd made her yip on five.
If she takes off her panties and waltzes around without them for the rest of the day, flashing him every time she bends at the waist or turns in her chair with her legs parted just so - it'll be worth it. He'll die happy, and they'll get nothing done until the end of the day, and that's fine with him. ]
[ mei's gonna kill him. she's gonna become a widow because she's going to murder her spouse. his hand on her knee is nothing more than a tease, and though she wants to glower at him, she can't. it's still enough that she has to really focus to try not to react, and when it goes back down, it's almost a relief.
almost, of course, until he turns it back up. this time, mei doesn't yelp, but her hand shoots to her other side so she can grab onto miyuki's thigh and squeeze, harpy claws and all. she doesn't really care if this outs them to him, he'll make fun of her for it and then probably participate if they hook up later in the evening (because they will). rather, she needs the stabilization to make sure she doesn't actually start moaning in her office chair.
this is a distinct loss of control here for mei. something new.
her left leg has spread outa little further so her knee is pressed to seven's--she jiggles it a little and tries to rock her hips as minutely as possible to ride the toy a little better without being noticed while it's at that higher speed. ]
[ Miyuki, despite being Miyuki, almost hisses when he feels her claws sink into his thigh. He turns a little to give her a look, because what the hell - but then pauses as he watches her, sees the way her thighs spread and she shifts in her chair. And of course it outs them, and instead he tries not to crack up laughing because what the hell.
But he pries her hand out of his thigh, and just lets her keep his hand, turning his attention away from her so he doesn't wind up giving all of them away to Masa. The two of them are tactile - unfortunately, in Masa's opinion - and everybody knows that the Chois have an open relationship that includes him a good god damn lot of the time, so. It's not unusual.
Seven not reaching out to join them, by blatantly touching Mei, is a little out of the norm. But he turns his knee into hers, swiveling in his chair and jiggling the same leg's foot where it's propped on the other knee. He's getting hard just thinking about how wet she must be, and seeing how she's trying to ride the egg. Miyuki can, absolutely, join them later. At home, probably, because he's going to want his wife all to himself while they're still at work.
He's merciful and doesn't crank it up any higher, at least for the meantime, and instead plays with his phone physically, fiddling and bobbling it in his fingers. ]
[ having kazuya's hand is actually pretty helpful. they've been best friends since middle school in their own unique way, so the comfortable tactility between them means nothing is out of the ordinary. plus, it gives mei something to squeeze on to while she considers what a great/terrible idea this was, considering. and hey, if she ends up getting him turned on in the process, it'll be a win for all three of them later--maybe one of those nights where she could take them both.
either way, seven is sooo kind for not turning it up, at least for a minute. it feels really fucking good where it is right now, and she's reached a movement with her hips that's locked into a pretty good rhythm, rubbing up against all the right places with each tiny little twitch.
she ends up bringing her legs back together at the knees and squeezing a little, trying to hold off a wider reaction, but it mostly makes things worse. she sighs, a shaky, quiet exhale, and leans forward a little towards the table with her fist over her mouth, like she's just really enthralled with masa's presentation.
in reality, it lets her cover where she's biting her lip, and she keeps her hand tight in kazuya's to hold her steady. yeah. totally got this. ]
[ Squeezing back instead of taking his hand away, Miyuki just patiently sits through the meeting, thankful that it's his left hand so he can continue to take notes. He was thinking that Mei and Seven were being a little too quiet, and Masa must as well, considering he occasionally glances back at the two of them specifically. But seeing that Miyuki is involved makes him roll his eyes, and go back to his presentation. He's getting closer to giving out assignment details.
This, of course, means that Seven has to turn it up higher.
He does it the second Masa's back is turned, and it's just one setting higher, but. It's about where it's not the highest setting, but it's no longer in the low range, and if it weren't for the fact that everyone talks in these damn meetings, resulting in Masa having to talk over them... He'd suspect that the buzz would be a lot more audible than it is, where you only really notice it if you're listening for it.
And he just keeps sitting there, placid and innocent as can be, and half-hard in his jeans in complete contrast to Mei's neat little pencil skirt that's really not going to offer much coverage by the end of this. ]
[ just one setting feels like a lot. mei smothers a gasp into her fist where it's positioned in front of her mouth, her knees knocking together and her shoulders hunching up close to her ears as the sensation immediately brings on a wave of sensation, threatening to knock her over. she manages to stifle a noise, and her grip tightens even harder on kazuya's hand, but it's getting harder and harder with every second to keep all of her reactions in.
at least she's not the only one harder and harder. mei manages to flick her gaze back to seven, who looks completely innocent--and man, she really wants to wreck that, but she can't, because if she moves either of her hands the jig will almost definitely be up.
but god dammit, she's not going to lose his little game, so when she turns her head towards seven, she has all the cheek to move her fist away from her mouth just enough to purposefully lick her lips, a motion that hopefully states i'm going to get revenge.
[ Watching Mei closely, even if he's acting like his eyes are on Masa and the rest of the conference room, Seven doesn't miss the way that her shoulders hunch or the little gasp that gets caught in her hand. Judging by the way that Miyuki rubs at his mouth and nose like he's got an itch, he doesn't either, even if he continues to hold her hand. But at least it seems like no one else is paying attention to them, really.
It works for them. Because he gets to look at Mei when she licks her lips, and he shifts where he's seated. Swiveling his chair a little back and forth, he drops his foot down from where it'd been perched innocently this entire time to slouch into his chair, legs spread wide so she can see the effect that this is having on him, too. Just the knowledge of what he's doing to her, and seeing her reactions to it.
And then he holds the phone down between his thighs, so she can see the screen.
... as he adjusts the settings, up and down, lower and then higher again. Like when he alternates the pressure and speed of his fingers. ]
[ mei's pretty much given up on pretending to pay attention to masa. it's hard to pay attention to anything, kazuya's hand pretty much the only thing tethering her to this very moment. the unending vibrations and pressure are going to make her totally crazy, and mei rides the very edge of her coherency by digging her nails into kazuya's palm, perfect red nails making a line of little white crescents against his skin.
mei watches saeyoung move a little, feels a shiver of something delighted and pleased (i did that) when she gets a look at how uncomfortable he must be in his jeans. she'd love to make a comment, write a little note on his memo in front of him ("better unzip your pants lolol" or something similar), but her eyes follow his phone underneath the table.
they're probably getting a little more obvious now, and it's not about to get any better. mei's eyebrows raise for a brief second and she realizes with a twist of giddy anticipation and arousal and the three seconds before a roller coaster drop oh no--
this time, she doesn't slap her hand over her mouth, but rather, sinks a little bit in the chair. it's the best she can do to keep from yelling out loud when it starts alternating like that. her hips don't even need to move, because it practically does the work for her, but as soon as masa has his back turned again, she wriggles a little in her seat. it looks mostly like she's just an unoccupied child (a highly popular position for narumiya mei), but there's definitely something off, because she's starting to sweat, and mei ends up lifting her hand away from kazuya's, finally, only to put her head down on the table and bury it in her arms.
it doesn't let anyone see the faces she's making, red cheeked, eyes screwed shut, mouth slightly open, panting as quietly as possible into the front of the table. masa can't see her (though he'll probably yell at her for dozing off during a meeting?)...but then again, neither can seven.
still, from how they're sitting, it's pretty easy to see her hips twitching gently in the chair. ]
[ The only sign of a reaction Miyuki allows is for him to rub his hand when it's free, working out the crescents from Mei's talons. Because if he looked at her right now, he'd probably start laughing at the two of them. Seven's not much better, because he's biting his lip and his gold eyes are a lot darker than they typically ever are in a "boring meeting."
How can he help it, though, when he gets to see the way that Mei's eyebrows raise, the look in her eyes. God, it's a beautiful thing - Mei is a beautiful thing, and he has his own giddy swoop of a feeling in how she has to put her head down in her arms. It's perfect. They're the worst people in this entire department.
Saeyoung can't see her face, but this is enough for him. He keeps alternating the intensity, up and down, up and down, up and down, but he wheels his chair closer to her so he can take his free hand to curl around the back of her neck. It's a soothing gesture to anyone that isn't in on what they're doing, his thumb rubbing into the side of her pulse, but there's a squeeze that's more possessive than it is comforting.
[ hiding in her arms has definitely given mei at least a little bit of an advantage. she sighs, a hot gust of air in the dark safety of the crook of her arm, and mei's shoulders roll forward just a little as he just keeps fucking alternating the toy like that, back and forth and back and forth. it'd be enough to drive anyone crazy, and mei likes to think she's a strong woman, but at this rate she's probably going to come right here in the middle of a meeting.
it's so hot. masa-san can never find out.
but she's into this, which isn't really helping the whole situation. her hips twitch in the chair and though mei doesn't react to physically to saeyoung's hand coming to the back of her neck, mentally it sends her off on a whole other tangent. it brings back memories of things getting a little rough, a little wild, of seven going at her hard from behind, holding her down by the back of her neck--god
the noise she makes is a whimper, tiny at the squeeze, probably just loud enough for kazuya and seven to hear on either side of her. this stupid meeting has got to be over soon, she thinks halfheartedly, hips starting to twitch a little more wildly against the vibrations, slowly starting to lose some of her precious, precious control over the situation. ]
[ God. God! He watches her and feels the way that she moves under his hand, can hear that whimper, and Seven is gone. He wants them to be out of this meeting, wants to get her to her office or even to his cave sequestered off away from everyone else where no one but him will hear her. That sounds best, he thinks, because he hates that he can't hear anything now, save for those little pants and the tiny little whimper.
Unfortunately, they're trapped in this meeting. Miyuki clears his throat, and Seven looks up to see Masa looking at the two of them, his brow furrowed. That won't do - Mei needs to come before they leave this meeting, she has to, and Masa would throw them out on their asses and break the rhythm in five seconds flat.
Saeyoung lifts his other hand up, making sure not to show the screen of his phone, reassuring Masa to make sure he doesn't come over with a reprimand. And then he leans in, carefully fisting his fingers in the hair at the base of her skull, giving a tiny pull as he whispers in her ear. To anyone else, he looks like a concerned spouse, brow furrowed and the rest of his face hidden in his glasses.
But in reality... ]
Come for me, kitten. I want to slide right in when we get out of here, make you sing, 'cause I miss your voice.
[ it's gotta be over soon. masa's on his concluding slide, giving some valuable information about their latest mission, probably, or at least debriefing it, though mei couldn't really give a damn. she's completely and utterly distracted, focused on trying to keep herself at least a little quiet as her hips rock into the toy fingers dug tight into her upper arms as she screws her eyes shut tight.
the tug of her hair almost makes her raise her head on instinct,, but she stays still with it, instead biting her lower lip to keep from hissing. it doesn't hurt--it feels so good, actually--and mei tries to drown out everything else but the sound of seven's voice.
it's a mistake. he talks like that, the quietest whisper in her ear, and mei shudders, very suddenly, pretty pink lips falling open in the crook of her mouth as whatever part of her still resisting gives up the ghost and she feels the break of release, her hips still twitching their way through it as she imagines it--god, they're gonna fuck in seven's office when this is over, and every part of her body is practically begging for it, she wants him inside of her and now, fuck this stupid toy--
thankfully, she manages to stay perfectly quiet, the only visible reaction that first long shudder, which could very well just be the reaction to someone feeling ill. it's quite the opposite, though as she shivers and rocks her way through the aftermath, the buzzing relentless and brutal and still hot as she starts to come down, just a little over sensitive. ]
[ Fingers loosening, Seven pets his hand over her hair, her neck, soothing gestures he uses in bed when she's come apart and when she's ill alike. Right now, it's almost possessive, like he can hold onto her and encourage her through her orgasm all the way through to the end. And he wants to, he really wants to, as he always does. He loves her pretty face when she's come, her soft mouth bitten and kissed red falling open, her long lashes fluttering over dark eyes.
God he loves her.
He stops alternating the speed of the egg as much, timing it with her shivers and the twitch of her hips. Slowly, slowly he milks her through it, until he eventually turns the vibrator off completely, thumb hitting the button on his phone to return him to the homescreen and out of the app. ]
That's it, that's my good girl. You're perfect. Just breathe now, I'll take care of you.
[ And he really, truly will, once they get out of this conference room. Masa is wrapping up the debriefing now, and once he's completely done they're gone. They're going to make a straight path to privacy, and he's going to make her come apart all over again. ]
[ the only sign of mei reacting to seven's words (and coming down off of, really a pretty impressive orgasm) is another singular shudder. with their infrequency, it might just come off that she's not feeling well, when in reality it's completely and utterly the opposite. mei has a feeling that she might just fall over if she stands up at the moment, and she takes a shaky breath out into the space of her arms, keeping her shoulders hunched up near her ears as she relocates herself back on earth with the comforting words.
the last bit of masa's debrief finishes up, and mei hears the sound of chairs pushing out. this should be the end of it, but she doesn't want to pick her head up and face masa. hopefully one of her two boys here will make some sort of excuse about her not feeling well.
until then, her head tilts just a little into the back of seven's other hand, letting him know she's at least Alive, though she doesn't really feel like it. jesus. she knew this thing was going to be powerful, but it definitely blew her away--though at least half of that was the situation.
and though the edge is off, the anticipation of seven's words from before is palpable. god. she wants to get down to his office, too. ]
[ Seven leans in and kisses the top of Mei's head when she tilts back into him, just that bit, a reassuring gesture for her as well as fierce affection. He mostly ignores the fact that Masa is talking at them, since Miyuki is right there. Trust Kazuya to smooth things over - he does, mentions Mei coming into their connected office(s) not looking that hot this morning - and get them out of trouble when they're caught up in each other.
They have other things to be doing, anyways. Like each other.
Biting his lip, he thumbs behind Mei's ear, dropping his cheek down on the table next to her as he waits her out. He could scoop her up, but he's also trying to ignore just how hard he is in his jeans. The benefit to his wardrobe choices is the fact that his casual clothes, when he's not in a mood to care, are usually pretty loose on his frame.
He won't be boner walking out of the conference room quite so obviously. Hallelujah, and seven Hail Maries for their exhibitionism. ]
[ mei's dead quiet for a moment, keeping her head buried in her arms as she gets her wits about her--but also because she's listening for masa-san's heavy footsteps. she knows him well enough that if she stays quiet enough, she'll hear him leave--and sure enough, with some conversation she can't necessarily hear, she hears the door open and the heavier footfalls track off into the hallway.
she's quiet only until the door closes. mei has a feeling kazuya's still around--probably entrusted to keep them from repurposing this office room or something else they'd never do, if only because mei knows way better spots than a conference table, i.e., seven's amazing office in the bowels of the building.
and she doesn't really care if kazuya hears them, anyway, because if he joins them later, she won't be opposed. rather, she unwinds herself a little and buries her fingers in seven's hoodie to yank him closer. ] If you don't get downstairs and fuck me and get this thing out, I'm going to lose it.
[ it's not all that threatening considering it's still carrying the edge of arousal, but...nonetheless. ]
[ Considering the fact that Miyuki doesn't trust either of them, but wants to make sure Mei can at least walk somewhat, yeah. Also, he wants to make fun of them, so he wants to see them do their respective waddles down to where Seven's office is tucked away from everyone else, servers and mainframes kept cool and information secret, and their activities a little less so.
Seven isn't paying attention to anything but Mei right now, and the wheels of his chair give no protest as she tugs him forward. His pupils dilate again in response, and the grin he answers her with is wild, delighted, and hungry in spades. ]
In that order? [ He has to be a little cheeky, tucking his phone into a pocket so that he can free up his hand to run it up her thigh and into her skirt. Just a little further up, and his fingers brush her ruined panties, wet and perfect. If he had the power to tease her, he would. But after that, he really, really doesn't.
So he lunges in to kiss her, getting himself up out of his chair in the same motion. A sort of okay, let's go, because fuck. ]
Fuck you. [ mei mutters, because she's too discombobulated to get any proper phrasing or grammar out right now--ever the pottymouth, too, she grumbles about it as she pushes herself a little away from the table. it's right in time for seven to earn an overstimulated shiver from her when his hands touch her underwear like that, and she pushes herself up to her feet a little slower than seven after the kiss.
the kiss itself is sweet, and normally she'd be cheerful with that, a little happy and warm and embarrassed, but instead, it's just a promise of what's coming. mei wants out of this conference room and to the elevators downstairs immediately. she gives kazuya a look when she stands up proper, one that speaks a thousand more words than her mouth actually could, and grabs onto seven's arm, digging her fingers in a little.
if she has to act like she's sick, she can totally act like she's sick. it helps that her legs are still a little jello, and though she leans into him heavily, mei's hand shoots down to grope him, not so inconspiciously as she rubs her palm into the crotch of his pants. she is going to get her revenge... once she feels like she can walk straight, jesus. ]
[ Seven, delighted as he is, doesn't mind Mei holding onto him. Or, really, anything she does, considering his hips arch forward the second that he feels her palm against him. He's weak as all hell to her, and especially now, when he just wants them to be alone. They can share with Kazuya later.
Who, while he laughs, also holds his hands up and makes sure the door stays open for them so they can make a beeline over to the elevators. There's no hand to help them, but considering where Seven's hands keep wanting to go... ]
Just a quick ride down ~ [ He chirps, shifting his arm just enough that he can slide his hand down her spine to grab her ass, middle finger pressing in to follow the shape of her. It's not enough that he can apply pressure directly where the egg is, but at least it's another point added onto the promise of what they're going to do.
She can get whatever kind of revenge she wants on him, and he'd love each and every second of it. ]
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Miyuki becomes only an accessory to these problems, when Mei brings Seven home with her from her assignment in Korea.
Seven embraces it happily, because ever since he and Mei first hooked up, he's always wanting to put his hands on her, to touch her. They flirt mercilessly during these meetings, and there's been a few occasions where Mei's sat across from him, in some vain attempt to keep them away from each other, and rolled her dainty foot across his crotch and gotten him hard when Masa's tried to get through an important meeting.
You'd think they'd feel guilty, eventually. But instead of guilt, one Choi Saeyoung is sitting on his phone today as he listens to their branch chief start to go over the outline of the meeting before he gets into the actual content. He looks like he always does, half-listening and scrolling through something. But the truth is, he'd managed to talk Mei into doing something before they came into work, and he's turning it on now - the lowest setting of a vibrating egg that he'd nestled sweetly between her thighs that morning. ]
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it's not even a problem with most people. there are other couples scattered throughout their agency, people who have been together for decades, who are perfectly capable of sitting in a room together and keeping their hands to themselves.
mei and saeyoung are definitely not those kind of people.
mei can't help it. she was so into him she stole him from his spy agency in south korea and brought him to japan, and even though it's been a couple of years since that happened, mei's still just as disgustingly into him as she was then. it's not her fault her husband is attractive. how is she supposed to keep her hands to herself when they both have the same penchant for messing with their commanding officer (and sometimes miyuki, although that "messing with" usually involves two hands on his thighs when masa's back is turned)?
today, she's being very good, thank you. sitting next to seven, she's even keeping both of her hands on the table, preening cutely at masa when he just rolls his eyes as he walks in. she's just a model agent, that's all.
it's definitely not what's between her legs at the moment that's stolen her full attention.
though it was a bit strange getting from place to place after their less than quickie before work (the benefits of the twins not sleeping until 2--they were both up), it's done nothing but make mei even more into the idea of it. she's sitting with her legs daintily crossed under the table in her pencil skirt, completely silent, paying perfect attention...right up until saeyoung turns it on.
it's low at first, but no less surprising. the office s never really quiet enough for anyone to hear it considering where it's positioned, and masa's deep timbre of a voice helps to offset any noise that comes when she has her first reaction--her hand tightening a smidge around her pen.
mei flicks her gaze back to seven, and then reaches up to toss a little bit of her hair over her shoulder.
game on. ]
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Miyuki comes in at second, for that, and half the time he's willing to join them instead of tell them they've got ten minutes to hurry up before they have to get somewhere.
So the idea of the egg isn't farfetched or difficult for either of them to get on board with. Of course, Seven has to spend a little time paying attention to the rest of Mei when he goes to slip it into her, kissing the twins' strawberry blonde heads after as if nothing is amiss. Even Miyuki doesn't notice anything off, and he's arguably just as kinky as the two of them. It wouldn't surprise Seven if he'd thought of this before.
The app's simple enough, disguised a little to keep an errant glance from having someone realize what it is that he's playing around with. But without a care in the world, Saeyoung just meets his beautiful wife's gaze and smiles adoringly, as you do. Totally the norm during these meetings.
Masa continues talking. A half dozen minutes later, the setting increases with a simple touch of his thumb to the screen. ]
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the low setting is nice--it's slow and steady, starting a wave of warmth originating from the bottom of her heels and slowly clambering up. it's nothing she can't handle, at least not right away, and mei holds still for now, able to act naturally.
coming up another click is a little different, however.
it's a little faster the second time, and her eyes widen just a little where they're directed at the paper in front of her, startled at the surprise increase in speed and pressure. it feels good, though, and mei curls her toes in her louboutins, the only really obvious reaction besides that her very carefully uncrossing her legs.
it makes the egg press up in a particularly good spot, and mei bites the inside of her cheek, her eyes darkening just a little as she looks at seven again. she doesn't wanna know what kind of hacking he did to this thing--that's a lie. she definitely wants to know. maybe sooner than later. ]
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This is probably why Masa doesn't notice.
Although if his back wasn't turned, he'd definitely suspect something with the way that Seven grins at Mei cheekily, waggling his phone between his fingers without much care. She'll certainly find out what he hacked soon enough, though, considering he has every intention of turning it up to the max. Maybe he'll slip it out of her and fuck her while holding it to her clit?
In the meantime, though, he waits about twelve minutes this time before there's another increase. Hopefully this isn't a long meeting. ]
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maybe she'll go without for the rest of the day. she'd have to give saeyoung just a taste of his own medicine.
she turns her head abruptly back to the meeting with a swirl of her pretty blonde hair,then picks up her pen and starts chewing on the end of it. it's a good system, as her hips rock minutely into the toy under the table--each push of her hips forwards and back wriggles the tip and feels amazing.
naturally, right when she's starting to get used to it, when all that silky warm feeling is starting to spread, seven clicks it up a notch. mei makes a noise that sounds like a yip, a startled one, and when masa turns around to glare at her, she hopes he thinks her red face is just from embarrassment. ] Ow, hit my knee! Masa-san, you're gonna have to kiss it better.
[ masa rolls his eyes, monumentally, and turns back to his work. phew. safe. ]
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Kazuya, of course, casts a suspicious look at the two of them. Mei might have cast Masa's attention off of her, but he knows her pretty well. After a second, though, he just goes back to actually paying attention, and Seven rubs his fist against his mouth to try and squash both a grin and a cackle. This is fun.
Instead of cranking it up higher, he turns it down. Counts - one, two, three, four - and then turns it back up to the same speed that'd made her yip on five.
If she takes off her panties and waltzes around without them for the rest of the day, flashing him every time she bends at the waist or turns in her chair with her legs parted just so - it'll be worth it. He'll die happy, and they'll get nothing done until the end of the day, and that's fine with him. ]
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almost, of course, until he turns it back up. this time, mei doesn't yelp, but her hand shoots to her other side so she can grab onto miyuki's thigh and squeeze, harpy claws and all. she doesn't really care if this outs them to him, he'll make fun of her for it and then probably participate if they hook up later in the evening (because they will). rather, she needs the stabilization to make sure she doesn't actually start moaning in her office chair.
this is a distinct loss of control here for mei. something new.
her left leg has spread outa little further so her knee is pressed to seven's--she jiggles it a little and tries to rock her hips as minutely as possible to ride the toy a little better without being noticed while it's at that higher speed. ]
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But he pries her hand out of his thigh, and just lets her keep his hand, turning his attention away from her so he doesn't wind up giving all of them away to Masa. The two of them are tactile - unfortunately, in Masa's opinion - and everybody knows that the Chois have an open relationship that includes him a good god damn lot of the time, so. It's not unusual.
Seven not reaching out to join them, by blatantly touching Mei, is a little out of the norm. But he turns his knee into hers, swiveling in his chair and jiggling the same leg's foot where it's propped on the other knee. He's getting hard just thinking about how wet she must be, and seeing how she's trying to ride the egg. Miyuki can, absolutely, join them later. At home, probably, because he's going to want his wife all to himself while they're still at work.
He's merciful and doesn't crank it up any higher, at least for the meantime, and instead plays with his phone physically, fiddling and bobbling it in his fingers. ]
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either way, seven is sooo kind for not turning it up, at least for a minute. it feels really fucking good where it is right now, and she's reached a movement with her hips that's locked into a pretty good rhythm, rubbing up against all the right places with each tiny little twitch.
she ends up bringing her legs back together at the knees and squeezing a little, trying to hold off a wider reaction, but it mostly makes things worse. she sighs, a shaky, quiet exhale, and leans forward a little towards the table with her fist over her mouth, like she's just really enthralled with masa's presentation.
in reality, it lets her cover where she's biting her lip, and she keeps her hand tight in kazuya's to hold her steady. yeah. totally got this. ]
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This, of course, means that Seven has to turn it up higher.
He does it the second Masa's back is turned, and it's just one setting higher, but. It's about where it's not the highest setting, but it's no longer in the low range, and if it weren't for the fact that everyone talks in these damn meetings, resulting in Masa having to talk over them... He'd suspect that the buzz would be a lot more audible than it is, where you only really notice it if you're listening for it.
And he just keeps sitting there, placid and innocent as can be, and half-hard in his jeans in complete contrast to Mei's neat little pencil skirt that's really not going to offer much coverage by the end of this. ]
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at least she's not the only one harder and harder. mei manages to flick her gaze back to seven, who looks completely innocent--and man, she really wants to wreck that, but she can't, because if she moves either of her hands the jig will almost definitely be up.
but god dammit, she's not going to lose his little game, so when she turns her head towards seven, she has all the cheek to move her fist away from her mouth just enough to purposefully lick her lips, a motion that hopefully states i'm going to get revenge.
...if she can survive this first. ]
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It works for them. Because he gets to look at Mei when she licks her lips, and he shifts where he's seated. Swiveling his chair a little back and forth, he drops his foot down from where it'd been perched innocently this entire time to slouch into his chair, legs spread wide so she can see the effect that this is having on him, too. Just the knowledge of what he's doing to her, and seeing her reactions to it.
And then he holds the phone down between his thighs, so she can see the screen.
... as he adjusts the settings, up and down, lower and then higher again. Like when he alternates the pressure and speed of his fingers. ]
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mei watches saeyoung move a little, feels a shiver of something delighted and pleased (i did that) when she gets a look at how uncomfortable he must be in his jeans. she'd love to make a comment, write a little note on his memo in front of him ("better unzip your pants lolol" or something similar), but her eyes follow his phone underneath the table.
they're probably getting a little more obvious now, and it's not about to get any better. mei's eyebrows raise for a brief second and she realizes with a twist of giddy anticipation and arousal and the three seconds before a roller coaster drop oh no--
this time, she doesn't slap her hand over her mouth, but rather, sinks a little bit in the chair. it's the best she can do to keep from yelling out loud when it starts alternating like that. her hips don't even need to move, because it practically does the work for her, but as soon as masa has his back turned again, she wriggles a little in her seat. it looks mostly like she's just an unoccupied child (a highly popular position for narumiya mei), but there's definitely something off, because she's starting to sweat, and mei ends up lifting her hand away from kazuya's, finally, only to put her head down on the table and bury it in her arms.
it doesn't let anyone see the faces she's making, red cheeked, eyes screwed shut, mouth slightly open, panting as quietly as possible into the front of the table. masa can't see her (though he'll probably yell at her for dozing off during a meeting?)...but then again, neither can seven.
still, from how they're sitting, it's pretty easy to see her hips twitching gently in the chair. ]
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How can he help it, though, when he gets to see the way that Mei's eyebrows raise, the look in her eyes. God, it's a beautiful thing - Mei is a beautiful thing, and he has his own giddy swoop of a feeling in how she has to put her head down in her arms. It's perfect. They're the worst people in this entire department.
Saeyoung can't see her face, but this is enough for him. He keeps alternating the intensity, up and down, up and down, up and down, but he wheels his chair closer to her so he can take his free hand to curl around the back of her neck. It's a soothing gesture to anyone that isn't in on what they're doing, his thumb rubbing into the side of her pulse, but there's a squeeze that's more possessive than it is comforting.
God, he can't wait to get out of this meeting. ]
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it's so hot. masa-san can never find out.
but she's into this, which isn't really helping the whole situation. her hips twitch in the chair and though mei doesn't react to physically to saeyoung's hand coming to the back of her neck, mentally it sends her off on a whole other tangent. it brings back memories of things getting a little rough, a little wild, of seven going at her hard from behind, holding her down by the back of her neck--god
the noise she makes is a whimper, tiny at the squeeze, probably just loud enough for kazuya and seven to hear on either side of her. this stupid meeting has got to be over soon, she thinks halfheartedly, hips starting to twitch a little more wildly against the vibrations, slowly starting to lose some of her precious, precious control over the situation. ]
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Unfortunately, they're trapped in this meeting. Miyuki clears his throat, and Seven looks up to see Masa looking at the two of them, his brow furrowed. That won't do - Mei needs to come before they leave this meeting, she has to, and Masa would throw them out on their asses and break the rhythm in five seconds flat.
Saeyoung lifts his other hand up, making sure not to show the screen of his phone, reassuring Masa to make sure he doesn't come over with a reprimand. And then he leans in, carefully fisting his fingers in the hair at the base of her skull, giving a tiny pull as he whispers in her ear. To anyone else, he looks like a concerned spouse, brow furrowed and the rest of his face hidden in his glasses.
But in reality... ]
Come for me, kitten. I want to slide right in when we get out of here, make you sing, 'cause I miss your voice.
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the tug of her hair almost makes her raise her head on instinct,, but she stays still with it, instead biting her lower lip to keep from hissing. it doesn't hurt--it feels so good, actually--and mei tries to drown out everything else but the sound of seven's voice.
it's a mistake. he talks like that, the quietest whisper in her ear, and mei shudders, very suddenly, pretty pink lips falling open in the crook of her mouth as whatever part of her still resisting gives up the ghost and she feels the break of release, her hips still twitching their way through it as she imagines it--god, they're gonna fuck in seven's office when this is over, and every part of her body is practically begging for it, she wants him inside of her and now, fuck this stupid toy--
thankfully, she manages to stay perfectly quiet, the only visible reaction that first long shudder, which could very well just be the reaction to someone feeling ill. it's quite the opposite, though as she shivers and rocks her way through the aftermath, the buzzing relentless and brutal and still hot as she starts to come down, just a little over sensitive. ]
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God he loves her.
He stops alternating the speed of the egg as much, timing it with her shivers and the twitch of her hips. Slowly, slowly he milks her through it, until he eventually turns the vibrator off completely, thumb hitting the button on his phone to return him to the homescreen and out of the app. ]
That's it, that's my good girl. You're perfect. Just breathe now, I'll take care of you.
[ And he really, truly will, once they get out of this conference room. Masa is wrapping up the debriefing now, and once he's completely done they're gone. They're going to make a straight path to privacy, and he's going to make her come apart all over again. ]
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the last bit of masa's debrief finishes up, and mei hears the sound of chairs pushing out. this should be the end of it, but she doesn't want to pick her head up and face masa. hopefully one of her two boys here will make some sort of excuse about her not feeling well.
until then, her head tilts just a little into the back of seven's other hand, letting him know she's at least Alive, though she doesn't really feel like it. jesus. she knew this thing was going to be powerful, but it definitely blew her away--though at least half of that was the situation.
and though the edge is off, the anticipation of seven's words from before is palpable. god. she wants to get down to his office, too. ]
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They have other things to be doing, anyways. Like each other.
Biting his lip, he thumbs behind Mei's ear, dropping his cheek down on the table next to her as he waits her out. He could scoop her up, but he's also trying to ignore just how hard he is in his jeans. The benefit to his wardrobe choices is the fact that his casual clothes, when he's not in a mood to care, are usually pretty loose on his frame.
He won't be boner walking out of the conference room quite so obviously. Hallelujah, and seven Hail Maries for their exhibitionism. ]
You good, mama?
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she's quiet only until the door closes. mei has a feeling kazuya's still around--probably entrusted to keep them from repurposing this office room or something else they'd never do, if only because mei knows way better spots than a conference table, i.e., seven's amazing office in the bowels of the building.
and she doesn't really care if kazuya hears them, anyway, because if he joins them later, she won't be opposed. rather, she unwinds herself a little and buries her fingers in seven's hoodie to yank him closer. ] If you don't get downstairs and fuck me and get this thing out, I'm going to lose it.
[ it's not all that threatening considering it's still carrying the edge of arousal, but...nonetheless. ]
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Seven isn't paying attention to anything but Mei right now, and the wheels of his chair give no protest as she tugs him forward. His pupils dilate again in response, and the grin he answers her with is wild, delighted, and hungry in spades. ]
In that order? [ He has to be a little cheeky, tucking his phone into a pocket so that he can free up his hand to run it up her thigh and into her skirt. Just a little further up, and his fingers brush her ruined panties, wet and perfect. If he had the power to tease her, he would. But after that, he really, really doesn't.
So he lunges in to kiss her, getting himself up out of his chair in the same motion. A sort of okay, let's go, because fuck. ]
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the kiss itself is sweet, and normally she'd be cheerful with that, a little happy and warm and embarrassed, but instead, it's just a promise of what's coming. mei wants out of this conference room and to the elevators downstairs immediately. she gives kazuya a look when she stands up proper, one that speaks a thousand more words than her mouth actually could, and grabs onto seven's arm, digging her fingers in a little.
if she has to act like she's sick, she can totally act like she's sick. it helps that her legs are still a little jello, and though she leans into him heavily, mei's hand shoots down to grope him, not so inconspiciously as she rubs her palm into the crotch of his pants. she is going to get her revenge... once she feels like she can walk straight, jesus. ]
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Who, while he laughs, also holds his hands up and makes sure the door stays open for them so they can make a beeline over to the elevators. There's no hand to help them, but considering where Seven's hands keep wanting to go... ]
Just a quick ride down ~ [ He chirps, shifting his arm just enough that he can slide his hand down her spine to grab her ass, middle finger pressing in to follow the shape of her. It's not enough that he can apply pressure directly where the egg is, but at least it's another point added onto the promise of what they're going to do.
She can get whatever kind of revenge she wants on him, and he'd love each and every second of it. ]
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