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Jeno sucked in a breath as Jaemin carefully made his way between his legs. There wasn’t any room to be honest, but Jaemin already pushed Jisung out to get something to eat and pushed the seat back enough for him to kneel in front of him, and Jeno was not going to complain about the close proximity, not when Jaemin nuzzled his face into his thigh.
The fourteen-hour trip and taking off at five in the morning meant everyone was either tired or already asleep. Flying a luxury plane made Jeno’s job even easier, sending the younger stewards off to take care of the passengers. Normally, these rich people were rather annoying, always complaining about the quality of wine being served or temperature of their baths, but Jeno didn’t care, not when Jaemin was eager to be on his knees on this flight, back against the control wheel and dark sky.
Jaemin’s gloved fingers went up and down Jeno’s thighs as he mouthed right besides his dick, and they moved even higher to feel beneath the waistcoat, rubbing his hips with light pressure before finally pulling down Jeno’s zipper to his relief.
He didn’t wear underwear today, and Jaemin grinned wide at the reveal, teeth baring their danger to Jeno’s dick. Jaemin gripped the semi-hard length with his fingers, and Jaemin licked the tip once before his tongue curled back into his mouth behind a wall of perfect teeth.
“Jaemin,” He warned him with a glare, fingers tousling Jaemin’s hair before tightly pulling it once. Jaemin whined at the pain, but he still smiled at him, unbothered by the looming threat. It’s not like Jeno killed someone or anything. Jeno wished Jaemin was a little more intimidated for something like that, but Jaemin was a horny motherfucker. When Jaemin discovered that, he forced him to recite the entire plot while he rode Jeno to the brink of exhaustion.
“Jaemin, please,” Jeno tried to reason again, this time changing his voice as deep as he could. It’s not anywhere near Jaemin’s early morning or bedroom voice, and Jaemin giggled at how pathetic his imitation was.
“Really, Jeno? Begging already,” Jaemin teased with a cackle, fingers moving in one dangerous stroke before squeezing at the tip. Jeno bit his lip at the feeling of cotton gliding against him, and Jaemin gave another lick, this time closer to the slit, sweeping the precum into his mouth, forcing Jeno to finally whine. Jaemin followed with lick after lick until Jeno could no longer remember where he was up in the sky, weightless and drifting about.
Jaemin’s hand released themselves from Jeno’s body and guided Jeno’s right hand onto his scalp, and he goes further to line his mouth hovering wide open over him. Jeno’s dick twitches at the sight, and he wasted no time, pushing Jaemin’s face down. Jaemin’s tongue is right underneath him, twitching back and forth as he enters. Jeno watched Jaemin’s eyes water as his throat tightens around him, and he prepares to move by gripping Jaemin’s hair harder.
Even if the plane took Jeno to heaven, it wouldn’t compare to Jaemin’s mouth. The first thrust in, Jeno heard angels singing. Jaemin didn’t complain at the intrusion, but his throat walls constricted around Jeno’s dick reflexively, and Jeno needed more. He pulled Jaemin off his dick until his tongue was only flat against his tip and thrusted further, his dick sliding past his soft palate and down his throat.
Jeno loved watching tears fall down his cheeks, long wispy eyelashes pressed down as his wet face burns in desire at being used again and again. He chased his high as fast as he could, controlling Jaemin’s throat as he thrusted with equal force in return. When the fiery, tingly sensation started crawling up his body, Jeno moved even faster, treating the head in his hand like a toy. Eventually he felt himself soar high above everything, hips stuttering with a groan, white filling Jaemin’s throat in an instant.
He pulled back to watch Jaemin choke, fingers crawling at his throat as he coughed up his load. It took a minute before he was finally okay, breathing heavily as he licked his lips and chin clean.
“Fucking hell, Jaemin,” Jeno whispered, chest heaving with every breath.
“You’re the one that went crazy again,” Jaemin rasped, his voice almost completely gone. “How much water do you have back there?” Jeno, still slightly woozy from tensing so hard, stumbled out of his seat and back to the cabin. Doyoung gave him an unimpressed look, but he brushed past him for the water and walked back to the cockpit with the bottle.
He tossed it down to Jaemin, who was sitting back in his seat, rubbing his jaw with a wince. “That was horrible,” Jaemin mumbled, barely audible now. He drank the entire bottle, but his face remained pinched.
Jeno left with a little worry about his condition, but the airplane was in a worse state. Leaving an airplane unattended with Doyoung in charge was not the best idea, as he expected though not hoped, so he went around checking everything while Doyoung shot him dirty looks behind him. One woman needed more towels, and a couple people wanted to order food already. Eventually, everyone received a meal, and when the cabin crew was finally done plating everything and rolling out the food in the trolley, Jeno felt the plane shake.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re experiencing some turbulence. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts,” Jaemin announced from the speakers throughout, and while the passengers grumbled about staying confined in their seats, Jeno failed to hide his grin.
His voice was so broken and meek, Jeno itched to hear it again. At least he could check it off the list of things to do before quitting. Their dreams weren’t confined to jobs that barely paid the amount of work and time spent on it. They might as well spend their time here having some fun.
Hours pass working to accommodate the buzzing liveliness of the passengers after they finally woke up, and while Jeno smiled trying to fulfill the air travelers’ request, he wished he killed Doyoung instead. The other guy was at least competent at his job.
Jaemin hadn’t made an announcement since the first bout of turbulence, leaving the task to Jisung instead, who stuttered his words a little.
Jeno bided his time, waiting for the last leg of the flight to barge into the cockpit. He didn’t say anything and passed Jaemin a drink. Jisung looked away as they had a little stare off, and Jeno left for the furthest back of the plane. It was quiet now, people sleeping again as it neared the end of their long flight so he kept his steps smooth and silent. He waited less than a few minutes before Jaemin went in, unlocking the bathroom with ease.
“Right before takeoff?” Jaemin grumbled as Jeno pulled him in, nose digging into his neck. “You’re a lot more evil than you look. Why do people blame everything on me all the time?”
“Because you scare everyone,” Jeno said as he planted kisses along Jaemin’s jaw. He nipped lightly at a spot and Jaemin gasped before quickly putting his hand over his mouth. “And don’t act innocent. We do the same things.”
Embezzlement and passport selling were in the same league. Murdering might not have been, but the man was a dick and most people left with something good out of it. His fianceé didn’t even attend the funeral so Jeno helped someone dodge a bullet.
“You are insane,” Jaemin whined as Jeno switched to biting the delicate skin, fingers slipping down to Jaemin’s belt. With loads of experience, Jeno threw the belt down to the floor and pulled his underwear down, hands traveling around the exposed skin as Jaemin squirmed under his touch.
It was so easy to satisfy Jaemin. Jeno gave one quick stroke, rough like Jaemin liked it, and he mewled, legs buckling underneath him as Jeno glided his fingers again over his hardening dick. Jaemin doesn’t say a word, but he was pliant, shaking against the bathroom door when Jeno pumped him with a rhythmic back and forth.
His face scrunched when he got close, and as tight-lipped as he was before, he let out short breaths, groaning when Jeno rubs his slit with his thumb. In a few seconds, Jaemin was gone, tears running down once again as he bucked in Jeno’s hand, arms pressed against the narrow walls of the bathroom as his legs gave out. His cum coated Jeno’s entire hand, but some dripped down to the floor and around the edge of his fallen pants.
Jeno smiled as Jaemin rushed to get himself clean, offering a moist toilette to wipe the bits around his pants. He opened the door for Jaemin to rush out, feet like a new fawn as he walked down the aisle as fast as he could.
H e cleaned the rest up while Jaemin announced the landing, and when he finally returned to work, the last half hour or so preparing everyone to exit the plane, Doyoung glared at him, but Jeno didn’t care. Doyoung knew what was going to happen If he messed with him.