Beyond The Hidden Hours: Part 4

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.