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The party is already loud when he walks in.
“Jeno, my favorite boy!” Jaemin says, wrapping an arm around Jeno’s shoulders when he finds him. He turns to face Donghyuck, plastering a fake smile on. “Donghyuck, you’re here too.”
Donghyuck sneers Jaemin wants to wipe it off his face. “Jaemin. They let you out of your cage tonight I see.”
“My father thought it would be a good idea for me to get out there, make some connections tonight, be a responsible son for the company,” Jaemin replies, voice smooth. Donghyuck won’t break eye contact with him. It’s unfortunate he looks so hot when he’s mad.
Beside him, Jeno just sighs.
“Great. I’d say something polite now, except I really don’t want to. If you’ll excuse me, I have to go find Renjun as I would rather be…anywhere else right now,” Donghyuck says, giving one last scathing look to Jaemin. He pats Jeno on the shoulder before disappearing into the crowd behind them.
“Can you two just get along for one night?” Jeno says, groaning as he turns to face Jaemin.
Jaemin pouts, fluttering his eyelashes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I think I am being perfect pleasant.” Jeno gives him a flat look but Jaemin doesn’t budge.
“Whatever. Just keep your dick measuring contests to yourselves, okay? You know how bad it would be if people got word that you two can’t even pretend to get along,” Jeno warns. Jaemin smiles, poking him on the nose.
“Don’t worry so much Jeno, I’ll be on my best behavior,” Jaemin assures him. “Promise!”
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He keeps to his word, as he barely even sees Donghyuck for the next hour, constantly being pulled into conversations from distributors. Everyone there is vying for a chance to talk to Na Jaemin, revered son of the CEO of one of the biggest tech businesses in Seoul (Donghyuck, unfortunately, being the son of the other).
Unlike Donghyuck, a known face at parties like this, Jaemin rarely showed his face at the company’s events. They’re fucking exhausting and he’d rather be home than stuffed into a fancy tux mingling with people he couldn’t care less about.
Jaemin finally finds a second to breathe, gulping down a glass of champagne, forced smile starting to wane around the edges. He grabs another glass from a passing waiter, a bit too forcefully. Champagne splashes out, staining the sleeves of his shirt.
The waiter — Jisung, it says on his name tag — blanches. “Oh my god, sir, I am so sorry, let me —”
Jaemin waves him off. “Don’t worry about it, my fault for being so clumsy.” He grabs a napkin from the tray Jisung is holding, patting at the wet patch. Jisung still looks like he might throw up.
Jaemin slips his wallet out of his pants pocket, taking out a couple bills to slide into Jisung’s jacket. “Seriously, all good here. I’m going to go rinse this off in the bathroom. If anyone asks about me you didn’t see me, okay?”
Jisung just nods, face still white as a ghost. Jaemin assumes he’ll recover, so he takes that as his cue to leave and find the bathroom.
He manages to make it without anyone trying to talk to him, a win in his book. Wetting a paper towel, he dabs at the wet patch on his sleeve. He’ll just have to go get it dry cleaned tomorrow. He rolls the sleeve up for now, washing his hands of sticky champagne residue.
Jaemin dries his hands on one of the cloth hand towels, slipping his riding gloves from his pocket to slide them back onto his hands. He thinks if he left now, no one would notice — everyones some level of drunk already and he’s mingled with enough people to have made an impression on the party.
He takes one last look at himself in the mirror, fixing his bangs, and is about to turn to leave when the door pushes open behind him.
Of course it’s Donghyuck who walks in. Jaemin closes his eyes, rolling his neck before meeting Donghyuck’s gaze in the mirror.
“Donghyuck, fancy seeing you here.”
Donghyuck clicks his tongue against his teeth, eyes zeroing in on Jaemin's gloves on his hands. He raises an eyebrow.
“Sneaking out early, are we? Precious little daddy’s boy tired too good for a party?” Donghyuck mocks. Jaemin’s nails dig into the leather palms of his gloves and he forces himself to take a deep breath.
“Not all of us can be a people pleaser like you, Donghyuck,” Jaemin says through his teeth. Donghyuck scoffs, smirking.
“You’re right, not all of us can be responsible for actually helping our father’s company grow. Pretty nice for just a people pleaser. ” He waves his hand around, leaning against the wall.
God, Jaemin is fucking done He’s exhausted, he wants to go home, and Donghyuck is blocking his only goddamn exit.
“Some of us actually bust their ass out day to day, instead of having to use parties to gain our father’s approval,” Jaemin spits, pushing away from the bathroom counter and turning to face Donghyuck. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d rather be - how did you say it? Anywhere but here right now, thanks.”
He tries to push past Donghyuck, who just moves to block the doorway instead. The toes of their shoes touch and Jaemin thinks he’s going to lose it. He stands up straighter, angling his chin downwards to glare at Donghyuck.
“You always try to run away when we’re getting to the good part. Scared, Jaemin?” Donghyuck asks, voice pitching higher. “Scared I’m going to hurt your precious little feelings, that —”
Jaemin lets out a frustrated yell, gripping his hands on Donghyuck’s lapels and pushing him against the wall.
“Do you ever fucking shut up,” Jaemin groans before pressing their mouths together. Donghyuck’s lips are hot against his, his hands scrambling to grab at his waist and pull his hips closer. He’s half hard already.
“Jesus, does arguing with me really get you off that easily? Jaemin laughs darkly into his mouth. Donghyuck bites harshly against his bottom lip. He licks into Jaemin’s mouth when he has the chance, wet and rough.
Donghyuck gives back as much as Jaemin’s giving him, biting against any surface of Jaemin’s mouth he can get to. They’re teeth clack hard against each other, sound echoing through the bathroom.
Jaemin brings a hand up to grip into Donghyuck’s hair, tugging his head back to expose his throat. He trails bites down his jawline, burying his face in his neck. His hands quickly loosen his tie so that he can undo a couple of Donghyuck’s top buttons, always so covered up. Donghyuck groans above him, hands dropping to palm at Jaemin’s ass.
“All it took for you to kiss me was to insult your pride, so who’s really losing here?” Donghyuck chokes out, voice thin as Jaemin sucks a bruise into his neck. Visible for anyone else at the party to see.
Jaemin licks at the mark, pulling back to look darkly at Donghyuck. He wedges his thigh between Donghyuck’s, feeling the line of his cock through their suit pants. “So we’re both pathetic, great — are we going to fuck or not?”
Donghyuck makes a choked off sound as Jaemin kisses him again, grinding his thigh hard against him. He drags him back over to the sink counter, flipping Donghyuck around so he’s pressed against the counter’s edge. They lock eyes in the mirror, pupils dilated and breathing heavy.
Jaemin smirks at Donghyuck, dragging a hand up his body and watching how he reacts. He tweaks a nipple, ghosting over his neck before he grips his chin.
“Open up, baby,” Jaemin says, sickly sweet, slipping two gloved fingers into Donghyuck’s mouth. His lips close around the leather of the gloves, teeth grazing against his knuckles, tongue flicking against the pads of his fingers.
Jaemin crowds him closer, fitting against Donghyuck’s ass so he can feel him. He presses him harder against the counter, arm coming around to hold him tight to his body. The tips of his gloves are dampening from Donghyuck’s mouth and he can feel them stick to the skin of his fingers.
He mouths against Donghyuck’s shoulder, nipping, hoping Donghyuck can feel through his jacket. “If I knew it was this easy to get you riled up I would’ve just done this years ago.”
Donghyuck bites hard on his fingers, glaring at him through the mirror. He rolls them in his mouth, teeth imprinting on Jaemin’s skin.
“Sorry, did you want to say something? I’ve never seen you this quiet,” Jaemin says casually, pressing the pads of his fingers against Donghyuck’s tongue. Donghyuck gags a little, but his gaze doesn’t falter in the mirror. Spit drips underneath his gloves to his palms.
He drags his fingers from Donghyuck’s mouth, trailing a line of spit until he rests lightly against the base of his neck. He raises an eyebrow at him in the mirror, challenging.
“So sorry, I was occupied,” Donghyuck spits out, licking his lips. “Maybe if you’d fucking do something that wasn’t this little power trip of yours I’d have more to say.”
Jaemins rolls his eyes, moving to swiftly undo the button of Donghyuck’s pants and pulling the zipper down. He palms his cock through his briefs. “That better for you? Me doing something?”
He drags his hand roughly against him, Donghyuck letting out a low groan. Jaemin’s fingers twitch, tightening against Donghyuck’s neck and he instantaneously feels the shiver travel through Donghyuck’s body.
There it is.
“So the company's angel Lee Donghyuck likes to be choked, hm?” Jaemin grins, resting his chin against Donghyuck’s shoulder. Donghyuck just lets out an indignant noise, gripping against the edge of the counter.
“Shut the fuck up Na, like you’re any better getting off to it,” he retorts, grinding his ass back against Jaemin’s dick.
Jaemin grips harder against the sides of Donghyuck’s neck, watching as his eyelids flutter shut. He bites his lip, canines digging into his skin as he stares at him in the mirror. He dips his hand into Donghyuck’s waistband, wrapping his fingers around his cock, and Donghyuck goes . His upper body falls further onto the bathroom counter, one hand moving up against the mirror to try and hold himself up.
He jerks off Donghyuck like that, arm tight across Donghyuck’s chest to keep him from falling more.
“Fuck,” Donghyuck grits out, “you.”
His cock drips precome, making the slide smooth, easy . Jaemin bites against Donghyuck’s shoulder, spit dampening the fabric as his grip pulses against his neck
He gives Donghyuck one last hard stroke before his hand slips back, gripping lightly at his balls and trailing further to circle around his hole.
Donghyuck stares hard at him.
“You think you’re fucking me?” He asks indignantly.
“At least tonight I am,” Jaemin smiles threateningly at him, pressing against his rim and feeling Donghyuck start to give.
“If you stain my suit, I’ll fucking kill you.”
Jaemin grins, meeting Donghyuck through the mirror. He moves to dig through his pocket, finding the packet of lube he grabbed before he left. Donghyuck scoffs when he pulls it out
“Do you just keep that with you??”
“Only when you’re going to be around.” Jaemin says, breaking eye contact to rip open the packet and dribble some onto his fingers. He spreads the lube around, coating them before he goes back to circle Donghyuck’s rim.
This time, he’s able to easily breach Donghyuck’s hole, slipping a finger in up to the knuckle, giving him time to adjust.
“Fuck,” Donghyuck gasps, dropping further onto the counter. Jaemin presses inside until the edge of his glove hits Donghyuck’s rim. He fucks Donghyuck slowly, trying to let him adjust—
“Can you maybe speed it up,” Donghyuck grits out, pushing back against Jaemin’s finger. Jaemin rolls his eyes, but slips in a second finger, fucking them both back in hard.
“Has anyone told you that you’re really fucking annoying?” Jaemin asks, crooking his fingers up.
“All the time, baby,” Donghyuck gasps out as Jaemin thrusts particularly hard. “You’re not special.”
Jaemin doesn’t bother responding, adding in another finger when Donghyuck relaxes. The gloves are making it hard to get very deep, the leather crushing against Donghyuck’s rim each time he fucks them back in. They’re unsalvageable at this point, he’s sure, wet with lube and spit.
When Donghyuck starts to lose his grip on the counter, Jaemin pulls his fingers out. Wiping them on his jacket (he figures he’s getting it cleaned either way), he grabs the lube from where he threw it next to the sink.
“Has anyone told you you’re really fucking slow?” Donghyuck turns his head to face him, raising an eyebrow.
“Maybe I’m just trying to take my time,” Jaemin says, undoing his own pants and sliding them down with his underwear at the same time. He hisses as he takes hold of his own untouched cock, hot to the touch, and slicks it up with the rest of the lube.
“You can take you’re time when your dick is in me, asshole, hurry the fuck up.”
Jesus christ. He should get him a gag or something next time.
Jaemin grabs Donghyuck’s hips, pulling them back to line himself up with his hole, rubbing the tip of his cockhead against it. He pushes the back of Donghyuck’s jacket further up his back, exposing his waist.
“If there’s lube on my jacket—” Donghyuck starts as Jaemin starts to press in.
“I’ll pay for your dry cleaning, you fucking princess.” Jaemin says, sheathing himself inside Donghyuck with one hard thrust. He wraps an arm around Donghyuck’s waist, holding him up, skin hot even through the leather of his gloves. Donghyuck bites his lip, eyes fluttering close as he adjusts to the length of Jaemin’s cock.
“Fuck,” Donghyuck breathes, dropping his head forward. Jaemin smirks, dragging his cock out slowly, almost all the way - before fucking back inside.
“Who knew all it would take was my cock in you to get you to stop giving me shit every 5 seconds,” Jaemin grits out, gripping into Donghyuck’s waist, starting up a steady pace.
Donghyuck makes an indignant noise.
“Yeah, well,” Donghyuck swallows, trying to get his bearings. “Next time I’ll fuck you and we’ll see how you do with a cock inside you.”
“Aw, you’re planning for next time already? I’m honored.” Jaemin pulls Donghyuck closer against his chest, angling his hips higher so he can grind deeper inside him. He drags his hand up, tugging on Donghyuck’s tie before fitting his hand around the base of Donghyuck’s neck again.
Donghyuck looks like a mess, shirt and jacket crumbled and rucked up on his waist, tie hanging limply over the counter. His cheeks are red and his bottom lip is raw from both his and Jaemin’s teeth. There’re marks blooming on his neck and down the v of his chest exposed by his undone shirt.
He’s fucking beautiful and Jaemin can’t believe it took them this long to just give in, no matter how irritating Donghyuck is on a regular basis.
Jaemin’s fingers flex involuntarily and Donghyuck lets out a choked off moan. His hips rut against the smooth granite of the counter, leaving a wet trail of precome.
“Imagine if everyone at the party could see us now,” Jaemin murmurs, nosing at Donghyuck’s hairline, grinding his cock deeper into tight heat. Donghyuck keens, lashes fluttering against his cheekbones. “Wonder if anyone has been able to hear us in here.”
His words elicit a full body shudder from Donghyuck, cock jumping as he leaks more precome onto the counter. Jaemin files that away for later, pulling away slightly to start up a better rhythm, watching as Donghyuck’s hole swallows his cock on every thrust in.
He wants to bury his face in Donghyuck’s ass. Next time.
Donghyuck has been letting out soft mewls, breaking off into high pitched moans whenever Jaemin applies pressure against his neck in timing with his thrusts. He’s getting closer to the edge, Jaemin can tell, arms wobbling as he tries to hold himself up.
His eyes are glazed over when he meets Jaemin’s in the mirror, flushed skin contrasting with the harsh black of Jaemin’s glove at his throat.
“You gonna make me come any time soon?” he managed to croak out. Jaemin smirks, speeding up his thrusts.
“Thought you said I could take my time,” Jaemin pouts, voice strained. Sweat beads on his temple, and he feels his orgasm starting to build.
“And I thought — fuck,” Donghyuck cries out as Jaemin brushes against his prostate. “Thought you’d be able to fuck me better than this.”
“Hope that means you thought about me while you were getting yourself off,” Jaemin says. Shit he’s really not going to last much longer but he needs Donghyuck to come first or he’s never going to fucking live it down.
He drops his hand down to grab at Donghyuck’s cock at that’s all it takes for his eyes to squeeze shut, a loud cry escaping from his mouth as Donghyuck shoots his release over the counter. Come catches on Jaemin's fingers, dripping down onto his gloves, adding to the mess.
Jaemin fucks his through it, short thrusts until his own orgasm washes over him. His cock pulses, spilling into Donghyuck, nails digging deep crescents into his waist. Donghyuck whines as he comes down from his orgasm, over sensitive as Jaemin’s cock jerks inside him.
“You just had to come inside, didn’t you,” he complains, voice hoarse, trying to glare at Jaemin through the mirror. Jaemin smirks, wiping the sweat off his brow as he pulls out slowly, watching as his come drips out and trails down Donghyuck’s thigh.
He drags a finger through the trail, tracing it back up to Donghyuck's rim and fucking it back inside. Donghyuck wheezes, slapping his hand away
“Fuck you, I can not go again right now.” He glares at Jaemin, pushing him back from him so he can fumble for the hand towels. One gets thrown at Jaemin's face for him to wipe down with as Donghyuck attempts to clean himself up as best as he can. “Can’t believe you left fucking marks, there’s no way I can go back out there like this.”
“So just come home with me instead,” Jaemin says casually, throwing the come stained cloth into the basket by his feet. “It’s not like I had any plans to go back out there and mingle .”
Donghyuck gapes at him. He kind of looks like a fish. Jaemin busies himself pulling his pants back up, zipping them closed.
“Why the fuck would I go back home with you?” Donghyuck asks indignantly. Jaemin stares at the marks on his throat.
“I dunno, I’ll let you fuck me, if that gives you incentive.” He tries to fix his hair in the mirror to no avail. He hopes no one sees him on the way out, what with the lube and come stains covering his jacket.
“I —,” Donghyuck starts, pausing. He looks at Jaemin, contemplating if it’s worth it. Jaemin stares back, raising a brow as he waits for Donghyuck to make up his mind. Who’s taking too long now, he thinks.
“Fuck it. Fine. But you’re sending out my suit to get dry cleaned and letting me borrow the most expensive item in your closet in the meantime. Also I get to do whatever I want to you.”
Jaemin shrugs, agreeing. Donghyuck huffs, rolling his eyes as he straightens out his suit. He looks like a fucking wreck. Jaemin wants him out of his clothes.
He deems himself good enough for now, turning to walk back to the bathroom door. He looks over his shoulder when Donghyuck doesn’t follow. “Coming?”
Donghyuck glares at him, but makes his way over to push past him, opening the door and checking if anyone is outside.
Jaemin rolls his eyes but smiles to himself all the same.