Yifan's office is nice. The room is paned with floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the night skyline illuminated with lights from buildings and skyscrapers. Yifan's desk is nice and large, accompanied by a leather cushion chair where Yifan is sitting right now. He has his thick-framed reading glasses perched on his nose, and he's wearing a fitted suit that hugs and contours his slim, tall body just right.

His expression is serious as he tries to decipher the contract he’s reading, eyebrows furrowed inwards as he's diligently examining the papers laid before him; so absorbed in the task at hand. The light from the windows behind him illuminates and accentuates his strong, handsome features.

By God, Yifan is insanely y when he's in his element like this.

And Zitao almost, almost lets his ing be postponed.

(late nights spent at the office with a thirsty omega tagging along makes for a thrilling combination)

TAGS PWP ( without plot), office (but they're not coworkers just so you know), Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, self-lubrication, power dynamics, , asphyxiation, humiliation, denial, frottage, rough , fluffy ending

WORD COUNT approximately 5.5k

A/N

hooo boi that's a lot of tags lol

listen. i have no idea how to justify this. i just wanted to try my hand at a/b/o and ended up writing this piece of filth. read the tags and proceed to enjoy :))

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