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jaem
hey
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dotori❤️
well hello to u too
jaem
do you like the hoodies or the pants more?
dotori❤️
ohoho are you asking me first for a change?
thats new :p
jaem
i have a question for you
dotori❤️
i will try to have an answer for u
jaem
as our resident expert on really embracing your assigned animal
dotori❤️
i no longer know if i want to have an answer for u
jaem
wouldn’t you say i’m like a cat?
think about it
i’m cute, i’m quiet, i like having my alone time
dotori❤️
ㅠㅠ
is this about u moving out
jaem for the last time i promise im not mad
theres nothing wrong with wanting ur own space
jaem
it wasn’t really but that’s still nice to hear :)
dotori❤️
:)
uhh ok well
i mean i guess i can see that yeah
u can be very.. predatory.. and also sometimes ur like
pay attention to me but dont look at me, hold me but dont touch me, love me but dont think about me
jaem
whoa whoa whoa :|
dotori❤️
see what i mean ^ ^
u started it hehe
jaem
ㅋㅋㅋ i thought you were just gonna say i’m nice to pet or tell me to put on some ears to prove it…
well anyways will you help me with something ❤️
dotori❤️
uhhh
im actually about to start a game ^ ^;
would you mind using one of our videos instead..
jaem
not with that ㅋㅋㅋ
dotori❤️
oh ㅋㅋㅋ
with what then
jaem
will you help me change my animal to a cat :3
dotori❤️
omg were u serious
u dont like bunnies anymore?
jaem
no i still do!
i just thought it might be fun to ~rebrand~
dotori❤️
uh ok ill help
whatever makes u happy ᰔ.◜◡◝ᰔ
jaem
great!
i’ll start with getting both the hoodies and the pants for us then :3
—
Jeno exhales hot and heavy, shuddering out a foggy cloud of mist into the cold winter air. His knees buckle as he struggles to hold himself up, hands flying behind him to grip at the sides of Jaemin’s coat.
“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already so hard,” Jaemin mumbles directly into his ear. He says that, but from how raspy his voice sounds and how prominent the bulge that presses into Jeno’s ass is, he’s definitely feeling just as affected.
Jeno bites his lip to stifle a groan when Jaemin’s fingers close around the head of his leaking cock to gather more pre-cum, then slide down his exposed length to smear it all around.
“Did you like hearing me praise you that much?” Jaemin croons.
Jeno shivers and a tremorous whimper hisses out through his nose, instinctively bucking into Jaemin’s hand at the sound of him rumbling through a husky chuckle.
“I can tell you again, my dear student~” Jaemin coos, the arm around Jeno’s waist squeezing him tighter and bringing him close enough for Jaemin to nose along the underside of his jaw.
“You did so well, baby.”
The pads of Jaemin’s fingers massage against Jeno’s sensitive skin as they slide downwards.
“You play so well for me, hmm? I’m proud of you, Jeno-yah.”
He licks a long stripe up from the crook of his neck to the bottom of his ear, mirroring the path of his hand stroking up from the base of his cock to the tip of the pink head.
“Always so good, so perfect for me.”
Jeno slaps a hand over his mouth to muffle his moan when Jaemin’s palm curls up and rubs circles around the head of his cock. Jaemin uses his free hand to gently pry Jeno’s away, then turn him to the side by his chin to swallow down whatever noises he dares to make from where they’re crowded into the back of this stuffy closet.
Their lips are a bit chapped from the cold and the kisses are rather sloppy with how much Jeno is squirming, but it’s still just what they need, still full of the passion they have, had, and will always have for one another, fiery enough to cut through the chill of the night and bring a warm flush to their cheeks.
Jeno pushes his ass back against Jaemin, gasping quietly when Jaemin bites down on his lip at the sudden friction. He’s quick to lick apologetically over it though, and even quicker to tug faster at Jeno’s dick in retaliation.
They’re breathing in each other’s scent, huffing and puffing each other’s air as they settle into a filthy grind together. Jaemin’s groans sound so nice and taste so good, but Jeno wants to taste something else, too, wants to feel the weight of it stretching open his mouth and gushing down his throat, so he wiggles out of Jaemin’s hold and turns around to face him.
He presses one last kiss to Jaemin’s parted lips then starts sinking downwards, but Jaemin catches him around his waist before he can get on his knees.
“Be careful,” Jaemin hisses, a little sharply just like he did earlier. But also just like earlier, he’s only saying it out of love and genuine concern, pecking Jeno’s forehead to remind him, “The floor is hard and you hurt yourself earlier.”
“Um,” Jeno stutters, slightly flustered at the sudden shift in mood.
“Here,” Jaemin mumbles, fumbling with his zipper with one hand while the other holds Jeno close by his elbow just in case he tries to get down again. Jaemin fishes himself out of his pants and tugs Jeno in so he can wrap his hand around both of their cocks.
Jeno folds forward at the sudden warmth, landing in between Jaemin’s neck and the collar of his coat. Jaemin laughs softly and presses a kiss to Jeno’s hair as he murmurs, “We can do it like this.”
Jeno rests his hands on Jaemin’s hips and watches as Jaemin pumps his hand up and down. The sight of their flushed, swollen lengths smushed tight against each other makes it feel even better, even wetter, even hotter.
Jaemin’s hand is so big. It grabs him so nicely, feels so good, especially because he gets to hear Jaemin’s groans so close to ear and gets to feel just how turned on Jaemin is right next to him. Jaemin knows how to touch him, how to hold him, how to make him go crazy.
Jeno’s hands fly off of him in surprise when Jaemin thrusts his hips to press himself further into Jeno. They come up to wrap around his shoulders instead, raising his head to look elsewhere so he can last a little longer, spend a little more time with Jaemin like this before they have to part ways.
Jaemin smiles playfully, lightly headbutting Jeno like a cat, then leaning in all the way to rest their foreheads together. Jeno smiles at him, then lets his eyelids flutter shut as he submerses himself in Jaemin. In Jaemin’s hand, Jaemin’s heat, Jaemin’s smell.
Jaemin, Jaemin, Jaemin.
He holds out for as long as he can, but it feels so nice to be with Jaemin and all of his little grunts and groans are so lovely in a comforting and familiarly endearing kind of way that Jeno can’t take it much longer.
He opens his eyes and looks down to see Jaemin’s fingers wet and glistening from both of their arousals, then with the next jerk of his hand, the clear liquid gets covered with thick, hot globs of white.
Jeno tilts forward to let his moans cascade into Jaemin’s mouth like a waterfall, droplets of his pleasure echoing down his throat while he coats their lengths in his release. It makes the slide even smoother, messier, and with how beautiful Jeno always is when he comes apart, all of him singing with it body and soul, it doesn’t take too long for Jaemin to follow as well.
Where Jeno blooms like a flower, loose and open and curved, Jaemin tends to close up when he comes, all sharp lines and jagged edges shrinking in on themselves.
But Jeno is able to coax him open with soft kisses and gentle touches, drawing Jaemin out just because it’s Jeno in the same way that Jeno uses Jaemin to ground himself so he doesn’t uncoil completely, doesn’t float too far away. And everytime, they both drift towards each other to meet in the middle like perfectly fitted puzzle pieces.
They pull apart to breathe, though they’re still connected even if their lips aren’t. By arms wrapped tenderly around each other, by the sticky mess that’s gluing their lengths together, by the adoring, honeyed look they always use and reserve only for one another.
Jaemin’s flickers with a bit of mischief this time as he brings his hand up to his face and licks slowly and deliberately along the edge of his index finger. He lets his tongue hang out for a second to let Jeno see both of them on it, then makes a show of curling it back into his mouth and swallowing.
Jeno isn’t about to let Jaemin have all the fun, so he gently presses his fingertips on Jaemin’s wrist to keep him held in place as he leans forward to help lick him clean. He holds Jaemin’s gaze as they both slide their tongues across his digits one by one, though his eyelids do occasionally flutter at the taste of it, at their scents, the heavy musk of the two of them mixed together.
There’s a small fire burning in the depths of Jaemin’s eyes, a rare appearance of competitiveness that Jeno finds comes up the most when he himself is involved. He doesn’t let the intensity of it phase him though, because even if Jaemin is faster, he still shares his spoils with Jeno.
Both of them do, holding tight around each other as their lips and tongues slide together. Still suckling and licking and kissing long after it’s all gone, addicted to simply being close and staying like this for as long as they can until the cars are all warmed up and the managers come pounding at the door.
For now, they savor what time they have together, when they can pretend like it’s just the two of them in a world that belongs only to them.
—
If Jeno’s being completely honest, nothing really changes.
Jaemin had asked him for his ‘help’, but Jeno still isn’t entirely sure what that entails. He would’ve worn the t-shirts and the hoodies and the pants regardless, especially since most of Jeno’s wardrobe already consists of things Jaemin got him anyway.
Jaemin doesn’t change much about himself either aside from mentioning the cat thing in passing every once in a while.
He is, admittedly, very handsy, digging his wandering paws into Jeno’s clothes and hugging him tightly even with the camera pointed at them from the corner of the practice room.
He’s also very… licky. Jeno thanks his lucky stars for the grab bar in the gym showers every time they go because with how weak his legs get after a good workout and especially when Jaemin swirls his tongue just so, that’s the only thing coming between him and a nasty dive onto the tiled floors.
But honestly, he’s always been like this. Jeno thinks he’s only noticing it more now because Jaemin had specifically brought Jeno’s attention to his new mission.
It’s kind of cute, too, and Jeno can definitely see a bit of Seolie and Nalie’s silly chattering in Jaemin’s occasional bouts of weirdness. Bongshik is a little more sophisticated than they are, but she’s also had her moments from what Jeno can remember.
Of course none of them ever sounded quite as deranged as Jaemin does when he’s aggressively gushing, “CUTE!” at random times and at random things for unfathomable reasons, but Jeno is thoroughly entertained by his antics all the same.
“You look good in a suit,” Jaemin purrs, coming up right in front of him to provide at least some kind of shield for himself as he nonchalantly feels up Jeno’s chest.
Jeno kind of feels like a piece of meat when Jaemin does this. Also when Jaemin does a full body scan of him uncaring of whether they’re in a room full of people or broadcasting to thousands of their fans. They both know that Jeno likes it though, likes having Jaemin appreciate him even if it isn’t verbal, and Jaemin’s cheshire grin stretches even wider when Jeno preens a bit at his touch.
“I’m sure you would, too, if I could see anything through these bangs,” Jeno chuckles. His breath hitches when he feels more than sees the faint slide of leather across his exposed collarbone.
“You like these?” Jaemin whispers, wiggling his gloved fingers right underneath Jeno’s flared nostrils. He leans in close with his cheek just barely grazing across Jeno’s on his way to Jeno’s ear.
“I promise I’ll sneak them out later and finger you with them for as long as you like.”
Jeno shivers and just like that, Jaemin is gone. He trudges over to the set and watches Jaemin effortlessly pose for perfect photos, suddenly glad for the ridiculously long clip-on bangs hiding his dilated pupils until he gets pulled aside for the next batch of outfits.
And of course Jaemin comes back to torture him again, visibly delighted at Jeno’s sunken neckline and taking whatever opportunity he can get to drag his naughty claws down Jeno’s chest.
Jeno catches him by his wrists on the fourth time Jaemin casually brushes past him even though they’ve already finished their solo shots and have nowhere to go for a while.
With a single quirked eyebrow, Jeno asks two wiggling eyebrows, “Are you having fun?”
To that, Jaemin forfeits all pretenses and drags Jeno to a closet by his necklace and doesn’t let go, using it like a leash to yank Jeno down and pull him back and forth until he’s spilling down Jeno’s throat.
Jeno goes easily, too, doesn’t put up much of a fight because he can’t deny it when Jaemin comments on how he’s “on the floor all the time anyways. That’s where good puppies belong, right?”
Jeno gets him back later when he sees the patch of hair clipped onto the back of Jaemin’s neck, luring him in by wondering aloud how nice it’ll feel for the both of them to have Jeno tug on it while Jaemin sucks him off.
Jaemin doesn’t like how the mullet looks but he sure does like the way it feels to have it pulled if his groans that rumble straight onto Jeno’s cock and eyes that roll into the back of his head are anything to go by.
But of course Jaemin is somehow always one step ahead when it comes to making Jeno feel good, surprising him with slicked, gloved fingers pressing into his ass while he shows Jeno how licky he can be from the front as well.
The longer this goes on, the more convinced Jeno is that maybe this was just an excuse for Jaemin to get Jeno to fool around with him outside more. Jeno’s not complaining by any measure since he’s having fun, too, and also since there’s less chances for them to decompress from album preparations now that they can’t just turn to the other side of the bed and ask for it.
But what convinces him even further is Jaemin’s utterly pathetic attempt at making friends with actual cats, scaring them off with a weird voice and creepy hands that only work with Jeno, humiliating as that is for him to admit. And after all the work Jeno had put into making the little orange loaves feel comfy, too…
But then Jaemin crawls into Jeno’s bed at night like it’s his own with the same haughty sense of entitlement he saw whenever Nal decided to sit and make himself comfortable on a pile of Jeno’s clean clothes. She was as empty of any semblance of guilt as Jaemin lacks any sense of decorum when he digs his hands underneath Jeno’s clothes like he owns him.
And just like how Jeno resigned to his cats leaving their fur all over his things even though he was allergic, Jeno always gives into Jaemin, too. Because Jaemin always makes him happy and somehow knows his body better than himself.
Jeno is always more than willing to return the favor, nodding dazedly instead of taking his hand off of his mouth in case another moan slips out when Jaemin asks if he wants to go for another round.
—
A flurry of back to back practices and photoshoots and filming and whatever else comes up on their hectic planners.
Jeno loves the rush of it and much prefers being busy to doing nothing, but it’s definitely starting to take a toll on him. Not so much on his body since he’s gotten rather used to this over the years, but more on his sanity with all the formations and scripts and schedules he has to memorize.
Well, you could actually argue that it’s also taking a toll on his body. Just that it’s a very specific part of his body.
Their days are so long that they don't have much energy to do anything other than shower and go to bed as soon as they get home. Sure there are times when he’s feeling particularly pent up and he Jaemin exchange a few pictures to help each other out, but that’s about as far as it goes before they knock out until the next morning comes.
So suffice it to say, Jeno is feeling very wound up. He just so happens to currently have the particular brand of deliriousness where the exhaustion is so heavy it’s numb, just this strange sense of brittle hollowness where you’re actually not tired at all yet feel like you could snap at any moment.
The moment being now when the stage manager announces a break while they prepare the next set. Jeno drags Jaemin up from the floor and all the way backstage, just far enough for people not to hear it when Jeno loses his patience and slams the door closed so he can roughly shove Jaemin against it.
“Jeno–hmmph” Jeno cuts Jaemin off with his lips, licking hungrily into his mouth and moving Jaemin’s hands from floundering around in the air right on top of Jeno’s ass.
Jeno breaks away momentarily to breathe, “I need you,” before he collapses forward again and squeezes his hands over Jaemin’s.
“Fuck,” Jaemin mumbles between kisses. He takes one hand off of Jeno to fumble around in his pockets and Jeno melts further into Jaemin when he hears a crinkling noise down below.
He doesn’t even have time to worry about why Jaemin is carrying that around when he doesn’t even carry a wallet because honestly Jeno really doesn’t care right now. When he says he needs it, he really needs it, and he expresses this to Jaemin by shoving his pants down and turning around to bend over a nearby stool.
“C’mon, hurry,” Jeno whines, reaching behind to hold himself open.
Jaemin curses again, hands shaking as he rushes to pour the liquid onto his fingers, frantically rubbing them together while he shuffles closer so it’s at least not ice cold by the time he gets to Jeno.
Jeno’s head lolls forward with a moan when Jaemin pushes one inside of him. It would have smacked onto the seat quite painfully if his arms weren’t already folded on top of it to cushion his fall. The legs of the stool do drag rather harshly across the floor as Jeno rocks back and forth to fuck himself on Jaemin’s finger, though.
“Jen, don’t hurt yourself,” Jaemin grunts, gripping tightly at Jeno’s hip with his other hand to keep him from making so much noise.
“More, gimme more, I can take it,” Jeno begs, moving side to side as much as he can under Jaemin’s hold. “I need you inside me so bad, Jaemin, please.”
Jaemin growls something feral under his breath, but instead of scaring Jeno it just turns him on even further, makes it feel even better when Jaemin digs two more of those long, thick fingers inside of him.
“Unh, yes, yes, yes,” Jeno chants as Jaemin pumps them in and out. His knees waver a bit and the hand on his hip flies down to wrap around his thigh to keep him stabilized.
It’s slicker and squelchier than Jeno remembers. Maybe it’s the brand or maybe he’s just hearing things, but he’s at least sane enough to get excited instead of disappointed when Jaemin pulls his fingers out because he knows what’s coming next.
Jeno spreads his legs further, bending his knees and arching his back to present himself to Jaemin. As soon as the almost sweltering hot tip pokes at his rim, he’s already crying out for more while he hugs tightly around the stool to keep from collapsing.
“Don’t do that,” Jaemin hisses out through gritted teeth. Jeno realizes it must be hard for him to hold back with how Jeno is practically throwing himself at him and with how tight Jeno probably is since he was so impatient.
He doesn’t make any more noises for the time being so Jaemin doesn’t feel any more tempted than he already is to just slam all the way inside in one go.
But he can only take so much before it’s too good not to moan. Halfway full already feels so amazing that he’d do anything for more.
“Please, Jaeminie, annh,” Jeno chokes out. “I don’t care if it hurts, just fuck me already, I want it, I promise. Give it to me.”
Jaemin huffs out a sharp laugh that Jeno can feel vibrate into him from where they’re connected. It makes a chill ripple across his spine that gets even more intense when he hears how dark Jaemin sounds saying, “You asked for it.”
His hands curl around Jeno’s hips to drag him backwards the same time he thrusts forward, and Jeno’s mouth falls open as he strains through a muted scream.
Jaemin leans down to peck kisses across his shaking back while he adjusts until Jeno decides he’s ready and starts rocking backwards to silently ask for more. He can’t exactly trust his voice right now in case he moans loud enough for someone to hear them.
Jaemin starts slow, though instead of moving himself he’s more or less guiding Jeno along, controlling the pace since Jeno seems to insist on fucking himself of Jaemin’s cock anyways.
“You must really want it, huh?” Jaemin stands up straight to watch Jeno twist and writhe beneath him so greedily.
“Yes,” Jeno gasps, even clenching with the effort of holding his voice back. “It’s been so long, too long. Jaeminie, I like it so much.”
“I like it too, Jeno,” Jaemin murmurs, smoothing a hand over to dip into the small of Jeno’s back and trace through the curve of it. He gently pats Jeno’s bum and leans down again, hugging around Jeno’s waist as he whispers into Jeno’s ear, “Hold on tight, okay?”
Jeno nods, relaxing when Jaemin presses a kiss to his shoulder, then tensing when Jaemin starts fucking into him in earnest. Jaemin can reach so much deeper than Jeno’s fingers can, and he’s so much warmer, too, especially when he’s surrounding all of Jeno like this, keeping him pinned down and making him spill drool over the top of the stool with each thrust.
Jeno is deep in his delirium now, feeling confident that Jaemin will catch him even if he floats away and entirely submits into the pleasure, into the delicious drag of Jaemin’s cock over his walls and the fuzzy haze that fills up his head that’s occasionally staccatoed by squeaks of the chair’s legs or fleshy slaps of skin on skin that happen to pierce through the fog.
He lets it overtake him completely, lets the rough shoving in and out of him, the harsh slap of Jaemin’s balls against his ass, and the animalistic way Jaemin bites into his shirt swallow him whole. He can feel it in his stomach, up in his brain, all throughout and all around him as all he can think about.
Jaemin seems completely put together in comparison to Jeno, but only because Jeno is gone.
In reality, Jaemin is losing it, too. The nice rhythm he had started with and intended to keep became erratic much more quickly than it usually does, because it’s been so long for him, too, and Jeno is so, so tight around him that it feels indescribably good to just be inside him let alone get to move around however he likes with how Jeno has absolutely surrendered to him.
Jeno is so pliant, always takes Jaemin so well and plays along to whatever he asks for. Though Jaemin also gives back as much as he takes, the both of them in an eternal dance of going out of the way for one another. But when they’re so in sync, when they both want the same things, when making one happy is what makes the other happy and vice versa, it’s no wonder why they’re so enamored with each other.
Jeno pulls when Jaemin pushes. Jeno pushes when Jaemin pulls.
Jeno clenches tight around Jaemin and Jaemin stretches forward to take Jeno into his hand.
With how frenzied Jaemin’s thrusts have been, it shouldn’t come as a surprise that he loses it first, leaving one last bite over Jeno’s shoulder and burying himself to the hilt to spill deep inside of Jeno.
Though it only takes two, three more pumps of his hand for Jeno to tumble over the edge with him, a blissful string of nonsense babbling out of his mouth as he goes.
“Stay still, baby,” Jaemin murmurs, kissing his way down Jeno’s back and slipping out of him, then crouching down to lick him clean.
Jeno sticks his fingers in his mouth, sucking in his moans and biting down on them when Jaemin’s tongue curls into him. He couldn’t move even if he wanted to, and even after Jaemin is done it takes him a good while of hugs and kisses to tug him back down from outer space.
Jeno definitely asked for it and it’s definitely his fault that they went a little overboard, but Jaemin can’t begrudge him any of it, taking responsibility by carrying Jeno around on his back until he can feel his legs again.
Jaemin is a bit of an enigma like that. There are moments where Jeno is reminded of how strong Jaemin really is, then moments when he reminds Jeno of an elderly cat that needs to be gently escorted off a platform instead of jumping straight down.
It’s not just that either, it’s all of him, really, and Jeno loves it just as much as the rest of him.
Maybe it’s because he has a proper place to recharge when he’s off the clock now. The prospect of seeing fans in person again is probably a factor. It could even be this weird catification he’s decided to undertake that’s making him like this.
Whatever it may be, likely a combination of all of the above and more, it’s making Jaemin seem brighter in an almost child-like way, showing this side of himself more consistently rather than the bits and pieces Jeno has seen Jaemin indulge in on camera these last couple of years.
Jeno laughs when he looks up and sees Jaemin peering over the edge of the stage to smile at him. Jeno also laughs when Jaemin makes more weird noises and slightly terrifying exclamations during the pre-recording. Jeno chuckles to himself when Jaemin says he got the lyrics wrong on purpose, just so he could spend more time with czennies.
It’s a greasy line, but it’s endearing in a way that only Jaemin could accomplish.
Jaemin whining about being hungry at Studio Choom is also endearing to Jeno, but it’s maybe not the best idea around equally hungry staff with the cameras still rolling, so Jeno shushes him with a light smack on the arm.
It works for the cat thing though, smiling as he remembers how they would cry and cry even if their bowls had just been filled or when they just wanted to scream for no reason other than to get someone’s attention.
Though Jeno loves that, too, and also enjoys it when he sees it in Jaemin. When he acts insane just for the sake of being insane in his simulation scenarios or when he acts cute, hiding behind Jeno with his goofy little spectacles.
Jeno turns to him with a soft smile and kind of gets why Jaemin liked his glasses so much, then schools his expression and faces forward, trying not to think about the other reasons why Jaemin liked those glasses so much.
—
“Ohh, a–ahh.”
“You okay?”
“Mmm. Mhmm.”
“You’re so cute.”
“Stop laughing. Ngh, I can feel it.”
“Sorry, baby,” Jaemin mumbles, peppering apologetic kisses all over Jeno’s face while Jeno gets comfortable in his lap.
At last, they had a day of shooting that didn’t run past dinnertime and Jaemin convinced Jeno to come home with him. He was lured away from late night gaming with promises of soy sauce egg rice, though Jeno keeps it to himself that Jaemin’s company would have already been more than enough.
This is nice, too, though, smelling like Jaemin’s shower gel and tasting like Jaemin’s toothpaste while he’s sitting on Jaemin’s cock.
Jeno rests his weight fully on his knees and takes his hands off of Jaemin’s shoulders to gingerly cup his face. Jaemin leans back to smile at him and Jeno returns it with just as much adoration before he leans in to gently slot their lips together.
The night is still young and neither of them are in any rush, content to just savor the moment, relish in being so close together and also in being free to touch and stroke and kiss wherever they want.
They roll into each other slowly, shallowly, more focused on the feeling of being connected than anything else. Instead of chasing sharp, blazing spikes of pleasure towards the highest peak, they let it build like a slow, bubbling wave, one that ebbs and flows back and forth at a leisurely pace, bathed by the gentle warmth of the subdued but ever-present rays of their ardor for one another.
Jaemin’s hands massage up and down Jeno’s sides, rubbing gently at his muscles to soothe away any aches. He slides down to knead at his thighs, too, smiling against Jeno’s mouth at how they quiver under his palms and pressing more reassurances into him that he’s doing well, he’s worked hard, and Jaemin is so, so proud of him.
Jeno sighs contentedly through his nose, parting both of their lips a bit so he can properly suckle on Jaemin’s lower lip while he massages over Jaemin’s shoulders as well, rolling away the tension that’s built up in their broad lines and smoothing over their sharp angles. He also runs his knuckles gently along Jaemin’s spine, kissing the sides of Jaemin’s mouth sweetly when it opens to stutter through a groan.
“Jeno,” Jaemin lets his eyes fall closed as he hugs around Jeno’s waist.
“Jaemin,” Jeno cradles Jaemin’s head in his arms and guides Jaemin down to rest in the crook of his neck.
“I love you,” Jaemin mumbles into Jeno’s skin.
He says it so easily, so fondly and so sincerely. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world to him, like he feels safe enough to just be when he’s with Jeno, like a cat that trusts him enough to fall asleep right then and there in Jeno’s arms.
Jeno shudders, squeezing Jaemin tighter to him as he paints white across both of their chests. Jaemin jolts a bit in surprise, but snakes his hand between them to stroke Jeno through the remainder of it, kissing his way up Jaemin’s neck to whisper more sweet nothings into his ear.
When Jeno comes back into his body, he leans forward to bury his face in Jaemin’s shoulder with cheeks flaring bright pink, keeping his arms around Jaemin stubbornly and whining when Jaemin tries to guide his head backwards.
“Let me see you, baby,” Jaemin laughs, petting up and down Jeno’s back. It’s not a mean laugh, but Jeno still shrinks into himself more, babbling something that Jaemin can only barely make out.
“Embarrassing?” He chuckles under his breath. “What’s embarrassing, love, I’ve already seen everything.”
Jeno whines again and Jaemin stops trying to pull Jeno away from his shoulder, letting him get over it on his own and using his clean hand to brush softly through Jeno’s hair until he’s ready to look up again.
“You know, I really like the pink by the way,” Jaemin comments after a stretch of silence, burying his nose in the soft tresses and smiling when he smells the scent of his own shampoo on Jeno.
“I know you do,” Jeno mumbles, finally coming up and gently poking his finger into Jaemin’s cheek. “I keep catching you staring at me like you want to eat me.”
Jaemin’s smile simmers into somewhat of a leer, answering, “Don’t I always do that?”
“...Yeah.”
Jaemin leans closer to rub his nose over Jeno’s and fluff his fingers through Jeno’s hair again. “I think it’s so cute. When you run, it moves up and down in this way that makes it look like puppy ears.”
Jeno lets Jaemin play with his hair for a bit, then places his hands on Jaemin’s chest to gently push him down. Jaemin goes without complaining, though there is a bit of confusion in his eyes once he’s fully on his back.
“What about when I ride you?” Jeno rolls his hips in circles, biting his lip at how hard and hot Jaemin still is inside of him.
Jaemin grins like a cat that just caught the canary, smoothing his hands up Jeno’s thighs and laughing breathlessly, “That, too.”
So Jeno does just that, bouncing on Jaemin’s cock and showing him his puppy ears over and over and over again.
Until his hair is too sweaty to jump up as much and Jaemin decides it’s time to take a more interactive approach to Jeno’s show, planting his feet flat against the bed to meet Jeno in the middle.
And though Jaemin is the one to bring it up, he’s also the one to sound incredulous when he questions onstage if Jeno is a puppy after Jeno bent down to guide Jaemin’s hand onto his shoulder.
Jeno answers him with a warning that he can bite like one, too.
Though honestly, Jaemin wouldn’t say no to that (or anything Jeno wants for that matter). He would in fact encourage it if only they didn’t have all of wardrobe and makeup to answer to right now.
Speaking of wardrobe, Jeno blinks maybe a little too many times when he sees Jaemin’s vest in the music video make a return for the next stage. Though his moment of panic is relieved by a spark of amusement when he sees how one of Jaemin’s arms is a bit, er, fuller than the other.
After Jeno’s depraved display during showcase rehearsals, Jaemin decided to get him a gift so he doesn’t feel too lonely when they’re apart, but it looks like Jaemin’s been stuck using his hand.
Still, Jeno can’t pass up on this golden opportunity to tease Jaemin, and Jaemin should frankly be thanking him for furthering his agenda with footage of him lounging around the waiting room like a lazy cat.
“After so long, you’re wearing a sleeveless shirt again,” Jeno says, making sure the camera is picking up the view of both of Jaemin’s arms. “How is it?”
“Uhh,” Jaemin drones, crossing his arms tighter and sending a warning look to Jeno hidden behind a sharp smile. “It’s embarrassing.”
The deliberate choice of wording makes Jeno dial it back a little and also makes him feel bad enough to suck Jaemin off backstage after they finish the pre-recording.
Somehow, something about that apparently helps Jaemin remember how else Jeno can help and that’s how he finds himself sticking his tongue out like a dog at the end of their stage while Jaemin rubs his cheek like a cat next to him.
Though Jeno still isn’t sure what exactly spurred Jaemin’s random change of heart, it seems to be working. Someone on the production team even knows to hand Jaemin a pair of cat ears rather than bunny ears so he doesn’t spend all of field day keeping to himself in the corner.
And like a cat who vaguely understands it’s being tricked but takes the bait anyways, Jaemin dons the ears and grabs the mic and cue cards just like Seol following the trail of cat treats straight into the bathtub.
—
Jeno squints at his phone when he sees all the notifications. He rubs over his eyes with his towel, hanging it over his shoulder then checking it again to make sure he wasn’t just seeing things.
He was planning to go to bed as soon as he got out of the shower, but instead he finds himself sitting at the edge of his bed scrolling through Jaemin’s bubbles and being baffled at how they just get worse and worse.
dotori❤️🐶
yah
na jaemin
jaem❤️🐱
oh you’re back 💝💖💞💝💞💞💖💖💞
dotori❤️🐶
[screenshot]
ㅠㅠ what is this
jaem❤️🐱
do you like it huhuhu :3
dotori❤️🐶
ㅠㅠ
i thought u were the one that needed to be catified
i think im already plenty dogified ㅠㅠ
jaem❤️🐱
but you’re just so cuuuute jeno-yah
my pretty little puppy ogu ogu ogu
dotori❤️🐶
...
what do u want now
theres no way u ran out of videos
and u know im not even talking abt the gym ones…
jaem❤️🐱
hhh i just like looking at you jeno :)
i think i have to see you before i can fall asleep
Jeno softens now that he knows this isn’t one of those calls. He lays down on his back and snaps a silly photo of himself to send to Jaemin.
dotori❤️🐶
[photo attached]
here
jaem❤️🐱
omg 😍😍😍😍
wait… is your hair still wet?
dotori❤️🐶
ㅋㅋㅋ oops forgot
jaem❤️🐱
jenooo
don’t go to sleep with your hair wet baby :(
i know you hate drying it yourself but you can’t get sick, okay?
dotori❤️🐶
do u wanna keep me company while i wait for it to dry then?
jaem❤️🐱
i’d love to :)
Even though they’ve seen each other all day every single day for the past who knows how many days, Jaemin still looks unbearably happy when the call connects as if he’s seeing Jeno for the first time in ages.
He does kind of look like a cat now, Jeno admits, with his dilated pupils and the boundless affection pouring out from his slowly blinking eyelids as they stay up smiling at each other like they will for many other nights after this talking about nothing and everything all at once until they fall asleep to the sound of each other’s breathing.
—
Jeno steps out of the dark car and squints his eyes to adjust to the flood of light from the sun and the rows and rows of flashing cameras in front of them. He instinctively pulls the brim of his hat further down and just as naturally drifts towards Jaemin once he spots him.
Something he didn’t expect to be there brushes against his calf, and to his utter shock, he finds a proper bag all of all things clutched in Jaemin’s hand when he looks down to see what it was. Jaemin somehow looks even more tired than Jeno feels, so he doesn’t comment on it, just quietly sticks by Jaemin’s side as they get through the gates, then they fall asleep on each other’s shoulders once they take off.
After they’re all settled in their hotel rooms, Jeno perks up when he gets a text from Jaemin. He takes a moment to feel bashful about how much he really is like a dog, subject to the whims of his emotionally temperamental cat at the drop of a hat.
He opens the message half-expecting it to be an invitation to fool around, but what finds him instead is an invitation to go shopping. And not for anything fun.
For toiletries.
“Why bring that enormous bag with you if you didn’t even put anything in it?” Jeno snickers.
Jaemin stares closely at Jeno’s creased eyelids, also just as chuffed as Jeno is from seeing him be so amused. “To fit more presents in it for you, my dear~” he croons.
“Hyung, I think we need to go over there,” Jisung points at one of the signs, then at the store right across from it.
The glorious fluorescent lights of a 24/7 convenience store are just as inviting in Germany as they are in South Korea, and with a skip in his step and not an ounce of shame to spare, Jaemin locks arms with Jeno to guide them both in.
Jeno should’ve known better anyways.
It’s not like they normally do things the night before a big performance like this anyways. They try to squeeze as much sleep as they can manage through what nerves might threaten to keep them awake. Take some time to mentally prepare themselves and make sure their minds are sharp enough to make up for it if muscle memory fails.
It is nice to work through the nerves together sometimes, but they try to make a rule of it since it won’t do anyone much good if they accidentally fuck the choreography out of each other’s brains.
So they sleep in their separate rooms for the night, but after the concert is another story entirely.
Jeno was worried Jaemin was about to snap with how predatorily he was staring at Jeno during their brief MC segment, but luckily they were both able to keep it together until they got back to the hotel.
Jeno moans into Jaemin’s mouth when he feels a slick fingertip prod at his entrance. He hooks his leg up around Jaemin’s hip to give him better access, moaning again when Jaemin hugs him tighter to his body until their chests are pushed flush together.
There’s not much room for them both in a shower clearly built for one, but they make it work and Jaemin does his best to keep Jeno out of the spray so the lube doesn’t get washed away.
He pumps two fingers in and out of Jeno, helping further relax him by suckling a garden of roses across the tops of his collarbones.
“Jaemin,” Jeno whimpers, using his leg to roll himself forward so their lengths drag against each other. “Jaeminie, hurry.”
“You are so,” Jaemin growls, raising his head so his lips ghost over Jeno’s that part in a loud wail when Jaemin roughly spreads his fingers wide open.
“You like the attention so much, don’t you, Jeno?” Jaemin purrs, like sugar that’s so sickly sweet you don’t notice the venom laced within until it’s too late.
“Taking off your jacket like that… You danced a little too fast after, did you know? Was it that exciting?”
Jeno gasps as Jaemin digs into him, hooking and unhooking the tips, pushing in and dragging outward, then rolling around in circles right where Jeno needs it the most.
“You wanted everyone to see how good you look, hmm? You wanted to hear them scream for you?”
“You’re t–the same,” Jeno stutters, holding tight to Jaemin’s shoulders and using his grip to lower himself down to follow the movements of Jaemin’s fingers.
“That’s true,” Jaemin chuckles, pulling his hand away and coating his length with the remaining slickness. He leans in close and whispers to Jeno just before he shoves all the way in, “I want you to scream for me, too.”
And Jeno does, rough and scratchy and pitched high with ecstasy from feeling Jaemin so deep inside of him.
Jaemin hooks his elbow under Jeno’s knee and joins his arms behind Jeno’s back to keep him held open like that so he can fuck into Jeno with reckless abandon and wrench more beautiful, broken screams of pleasure out of him.
Jeno’s body jolts upward each time Jaemin drives into him. He claws angry red stripes along Jaemin’s back as his hands scrabble in shock at the force of it, at the deliciously feral dance of them both riding out the last remnants of their post-performance adrenaline together.
The stream of water splashes across Jaemin’s shoulders, droplets slapping askew against the floors and rumbling uneven patterns as it strains to match Jaemin’s brutish tempo. He turned it on to obscure the filthy noises they’re making, but everything sounds so loud echoing all around this tiny stall that it’s only a faint static in the background to them, paling in comparison to their harsh moans and the sharp sounds of Jaemin’s pelvis hammering against Jeno’s ass.
“Good?” Jaemin pants, still pistoning wildly in and out of Jeno like his life depends on it, yet gentle when he noses into Jeno’s cheek to check, “Is this good?”
“Yeah,” Jeno croaks. “Don’t, unh, don’t stop. Please.”
“You did so well, baby,” Jaemin coos, smirking into Jeno’s neck at how Jeno suddenly clenches around him. “Ah. You like it?”
“You know I do,” Jeno sobs, tossing his head back and clenching his eyes shut. “Unh, unh, J–Jaem.”
“What, Jeno?” Jaemin licks at the droplets on Jeno’s neck, a mixture of water and sweat and spit that somehow made its way down all the way from Jeno’s parted mouth and lolling tongue.
Jeno struggles through a few attempts to answer against Jaemin’s hips threatening to punch all the air out of his lungs, and he’s almost able to say something, anything when Jaemin licks his way up to capture Jeno’s lips in a searing kiss.
Jeno grumbles petulantly around the tongue that Jaemin shoves down his throat, but Jaemin already knew what Jeno was going to say. Already knew what he was going to beg for and what Jaemin was already planning to give him anyways.
And Jeno can hear it all in his head, can feel it in the squeeze of Jaemin’s arms and the fullness of Jaemin’s cock against his walls.
An endless string of ‘good boy’s, of ‘so pretty’ and ‘so handsome’ and everything in between. Even if Jaemin doesn’t say these things out loud, it’s enough that Jeno knows he believes it.
Jeno keens through his nose when he comes, cock jumping up and down as Jaemin keeps pounding into him, getting it all over their bodies and all over the walls and mixing with the water into a viscous, goopy mess.
Normally he’d be more than happy to let Jaemin keep using him like this, but he has something else on his mind now. He nudges at Jaemin’s elbow and Jaemin immediately unhooks his arms and slips out of him.
With nothing holding up his legs now, Jeno lets the jellied limbs buckle underneath himself as he gets down on the floor and onto his knees, pushing Jaemin further into the spray as he goes.
He pumps his hand to wash away some of the lube on Jaemin’s cock so he can be sure he’s tasting as much of Jaemin as possible when he leans in to take the head into his mouth.
He’s rewarded with a throaty groan and hands tangled in his hair, and since his throat is already ruined, he takes it even further by sinking down and swallowing in all of Jaemin.
It’s been a while for both of them as evidenced by Jeno’s slight gagging and Jaemin’s wrecked moan. But Jeno is quick to start bobbing his head with thoroughly practiced ease and Jaemin is quick to lose his mind, already close from before and even closer now with how warm and tight and crazy good it feels, especially when Jeno starts humming and Jaemin can feel the vibrations run through all of him from head to toe.
“J–Jen, hold on, I’m gonna–” Jaemin grunts, tugging Jeno’s head back by his hair.
At this point, usually Jeno would stay where he is and insist on remaining there until he’s drunk every last drop, but he wants to show Jaemin something else that they’ve both been missing out on, so he lets himself be pulled back, sliding his lips off of Jaemin’s cock with a wet pop!
His hands immediately come up to replace his mouth, one furiously pumping at Jaemin’s throbbing length and the other going straight for Jaemin’s balls. Jeno makes sure to flex his biceps for Jaemin as he does it, too, getting a good look at the lust written all over Jaemin’s face before he closes his eyes and sticks out his tongue to receive him.
Some of the cum shoots into his mouth, thick and hot and creamy just the way Jeno likes it. But the majority of it smears across his cheeks, dots onto his eyelids and his forehead, drips down his nose and his chin and covers him all over, scenting him as Jaemin’s.
“Oh, Jeno,” Jaemin gets down on his knees and interlaces his fingers around the back of Jeno’s neck.
Jeno knew he would like this, because Jeno likes it, too. He pulls his tongue into his mouth to swallow and stays out of the spray for a few more seconds to let Jaemin take the sight of it in until Jaemin pulls him into his arms to gently scrub him clean.
Jaemin makes sure to give him lots of hugs and kisses after and walk him back to his room before they go their separate ways for the evening.
Jeno stays up a little later to tune in to his live and falls asleep with a smile on his face replaying how much Jaemin glowed tonight, how all of them did and how it’s only going to ramp up from here.
It’s fun traveling again, and it’s fun seeing the fans again.
It’s not always that fun when the crowds of people following them start to feel a bit overwhelming, but they make it work.
Like when Jeno crouches down to check on Jaemin at the airport, it feels like the rest of the world falls apart for a moment, as if it’s just the two of them and they can breathe again.
When hundreds of people are staring at him as he browses through the store, he can single out Jaemin’s gaze like that’s the only thing that matters right now, like Jeno should worry about Jaemin splurging on something crazy again rather than the cameras clicking all around them.
Even without all the matching hats and bags and shoes, he can still pick out Jaemin from every crowd, confident they’ll never get lost because that’s simply who they are, Jeno and Jaemin, a matched set, present in each other’s minds no matter how close or far apart they may be.
Jaemin forgoes the bag in Jakarta altogether instead of carrying around nothing like last time. Jeno smiles to himself as he scans through the traces of Jaemin inside of his own bag, like strands of cat hair marking its territory in the form of skincare products, a passport, and a handful of lube packets that Jaemin seems to have stocked up in bulk and carry with him everywhere now.
He also spreads evidence of himself all over Jeno’s room, strolling into it like he owns it, leaving both his and Jeno’s clothes on the floor, and making himself comfortable sitting against Jeno’s headboard with his face buried inside of Jeno’s ass.
Jeno shivers at the sloppy sounds of Jaemin tasting him, alternating between pressing his tongue flat against his hole to drag it slowly upwards over and over again or swirling wet circles round and round his entrance. His head cants forward heavily, and while he’s there he nuzzles his face into the base of Jaemin’s cock and inhales deeply.
He presses open-mouthed kisses onto the heated skin as he makes his way up, talking his time just enjoying its weight and occasionally rubbing his cheek into the side of it.
Jaemin closes his lips around the rim and sucks, pulling out a strangled moan from Jeno that he decides to muffle on Jaemin’s cock. Jeno can practically feel how smug Jaemin is with how his paws knead contentedly into Jeno’s cheeks.
He bobs his head up and down as Jaemin suckles at him. He can’t go too far since they have another show coming up soon, so he focuses on swirling his tongue around what he does have, on letting the tip rub against the ridges along the roof of his mouth, on stroking with his hand whatever he can’t fit in the space between his lips and the back of his throat.
Jeno moans when Jaemin’s tongue breaches him, wiggling in deep and drooling saliva all over the flesh both inside and outside.
It makes Jaemin moan, too, starting an endless feedback loop of rumbling reverberations that get stronger and louder and stronger and louder and stronger and louder until they’re both slobbering all over each other wantonly.
It’s an uncoordinated mess of lips and tongue for the both of them, but it still feels good, and they’re still determined to keep at it even though they’re too drunk on each other to realize how debauched everything is.
Jeno has the advantage of his hand, though, pumping furiously at Jaemin’s cock with little to no finesse but all the enthusiasm he needs to make up for it. He blubbers something ravenous around Jaemin’s girth, and it’s so desperate, so full of pure, unfiltered want, that it snaps the coil that’s been wound and tangled up deep in the pit of Jaemin’s stomach.
Jaemin throws his head back and groans as he comes, breathing harshly and raggedly as he feels Jeno’s throat periodically squeeze around his girth, deliciously drinking all of him in. Jeno swishes his head from side to side, taking it a little further into his mouth and keeping his lips closed tight so Jaemin can really feel every single one of his delighted hums.
Even though he does that, there’s so much of it that a few dribbles do still manage to get through, and he pulls off to chase them. On each trickle, he catches the furthest bud with the tip of his tongue, then slowly slides it all the way up, flicking upwards on the blushing head of Jaemin’s cock before he noses his way to the next one to start all over again.
Jaemin closes his lips over Jeno’s perineum while he lets Jeno keep drooling all over his cock, fighting against the sensitivity by suckling at him right back until Jeno’s licked off every last drop.
Jeno squeaks in surprise when Jaemin suddenly pushes him onto his side, then crawls up and lies down next to him so they’re face to face.
He’s eerily still, staring at Jeno intensely, unblinkingly, like he’s about to pounce any moment now.
But Jeno isn’t scared in the slightest. He reaches a shaky hand up to softly cup the side of Jaemin’s face and thumb lightly over the angle of his jaw, sending him a sweet smile and a slow, trusting blink of affection.
Jaemin melts into his touch, and turns to press a kiss to his palm, then scoots closer to press a kiss to his lips as well. Jeno wraps his arms around Jaemin’s shoulders and jolts when he feels Jaemin’s hand creeping along his hip.
His gasp melts into a pleased sigh when Jaemin’s fingers gently prod at his hole, then gingerly push in to finish what he started.
Jaemin leaves kitten licks along Jeno’s lips as they part for light mewls and soft moans. Already so wound up from before, Jeno doesn’t think it’ll take much more for him to come apart, too.
And after he does, he rolls onto his stomach and sticks his ass out for more because he knows both of them won’t be satisfied with just this.
Jaemin rolls on top of him and slides in, cradling the tops of Jeno’s hands in his own and leaving kisses all along the tops of his shoulders and the scruff of his neck, filling the sheets, the shower, and every part of Jeno with vestiges of himself.
He even uses Jeno’s room to take a cat nap afterwards. Jeno ruffles Jaemin’s hair, thoroughly endeared at how peaceful he looks before slipping into Jaemin’s room with the keycard he threw in Jeno’s bag. He also takes the liberty of mentioning offhand during Jisung’s live that he’s now using Jaemin’s room.
Just because.
“Over here, Jeno-yah~ pspsps”
Jeno huffs a laugh and looks over his shoulder, squinting through the sunlight and the oceanspray to smile for the camera.
“Aigoo, that’s it!” Jaemin coos. He hoots and takes a string of photos when Jeno makes a different pose for him by the railing.
“So cute!” Jaemin squeals. “Our Jeno is sooo good-looking, hmm? C’mere, take a look.”
He pulls Jeno away from the edge to sit him down in the nearest seat, then walks in front of him and bends down to lean their foreheads together. The boat wobbles a little bit and Jeno’s hand darts out to grab Jaemin’s leg to steady him.
“Jaem, be careful,” Jeno mumbles.
“I’ll be fine,” Jaemin giggles mischievously. “Even if I fall, I know you’ll jump in to rescue me.”
Jeno’s fist balls up tighter, both from Jaemin’s statement and from their manager sneaking up behind his shoulder to snap a picture of them while they’re so close together like this.
Every time he says things like that, he also follows it up by acting like it’s no big deal. Just like now when he casually strolls over to one of the chairs and stretches out under the sunbeams like a cat.
It’s a little harder for Jeno to say that kind of stuff out loud, but he’s still the one that fell first. And he also feels like he’s still falling, more and more with each and every day that passes.
—
Jeno knows that Jaemin tends to love quietly.
Especially when he’s first starting out. He’s cautious with it, showing it in small doses and in subtle ways, closely observing the reaction then retreating to pick it apart in his head.
He likes the ones that don’t make a big deal out of it the most, the ones that let him leave the gifts on the pillowcase or the plate of food on the table and accept it without bringing too much attention to it, the ones that don’t scare him away by smothering him afterwards.
Jeno’s just thankful that with Jaemin that comes in the shape of matching clothes and jewelry rather than dead animals or hairballs.
Though he still doesn’t seem to be able to escape the claw marks scratched along the tops of his thighs.
But when you do manage to earn a skittish cat’s trust, you also earn the privilege of having everyone know that you are their favorite person.
“Jaemin-ah, could you pass me one of the blues?”
Jaemin immediately stops what he’s doing to hand Jeno the marker.
“Jaeman-ah, can you get that red one for me?”
“Get it yourself,” Jaemin grumbles, not even looking up from his paper to spare a glance at Haechan.
Jeno has also noticed his not uncommon appearances on Jaemin’s instagram. It even feels like it’s become more common lately, like somehow Jaemin knows that Jeno’s been scrolling through it more often ever since that one phone call.
Because Jeno also finds it easier to fall asleep if he sees Jaemin beforehand.
Being Jaemin’s favorite person also means Jeno gets to see a side of him that no one else does, and Jeno takes great pride in that, doesn’t share it unless he knows for sure that Jaemin wouldn’t mind it.
The kinds of photos Jeno personally has of Jaemin these days aren’t ones either of them would want anyone else to see anyways.
And on nights that they’re not too tired to indulge in more than just photos, well…
“That’s right, baby, just like that,” Jaemin’s husky voice rumbles through the airpods right into Jeno’s ears. It’s so clear it’s almost like he’s right there on the bed next to him, and just imagining it is making Jeno’s body heat up even if Jaemin’s not physically present.
“Such a good puppy, does it feel good, Jeno-yah?” Jaemin croons.
Jeno nods his head, too afraid to use his words in case he wakes up his sleeping housemates. He bites his lip and whimpers, instinctively bucking into the warmth of his hand and curling into himself, already so sensitive just from the sound of Jaemin’s low grunts and the sight of him touching himself as well.
“So cute…,” Jaemin purrs. “Can you bite your shirt for me, love? I wanna see more of you.”
Jeno fingers into the hem of his shirt, then brings it up to his mouth, puffing out his chest closer to the camera.
“Fuck, just like that, Jeno-yah,” Jaemin hisses. Jeno whines as he sees a fat teardrop of pre-cum pool at the tip of Jaemin’s cock, aching to crawl through the screen and lick it off.
He wrenches his eyes shut and just focuses on the slippery sound of Jaemin jerking himself off, on the heavy panting that belies just how much Jaemin wants to touch and mark and ruin Jeno, too.
The noises get faster, harsher and Jeno picks up the pace to match it, stomach quivering and legs shaking as every muscle in his body is pulled tight.
“Jeno, baby,” Jaemin grunts, “Can you get on your tummy? I want–argh, fuck–I wanna see your face.”
Jeno nods dazedly, letting go of himself, scooting back from his macbook, and getting onto his knees. He bends down with ass high in the air and his chin laid on top of his sheets, then trails his fingers down to wrap around his cock again.
He can see himself in the corner of the screen, drooling all over his shirt with wetness prickling all around his eyes. He can’t even imagine how wrecked he looks in full view, but with how guttural the groan that Jaemin lets out is, he can imagine it’s not an image that Jaemin’s going to forget anytime soon.
Seeing how much Jeno is affecting Jaemin gets to Jeno, too, makes him squeeze around himself tighter as he starts humping his hand like an animal.
“You feel good?” Jaemin croons.
Jeno nods, blinking back tears and salivating even more at how blown Jaemin’s pupils are, so dark and so full of arousal watching Jeno fall apart.
“Good,” Jaemin purrs, “So good, you sound so pretty.”
Jeno was focusing on Jaemin so much he didn’t even register any of his own noises, and he can actually see the red on his cheeks darken further as he worries about anyone else hearing him.
“Don’t worry, you’re not that loud,” Jaemin consoles him through a breathless chuckle. “In fact I wish you were louder. I love hearing you so much, Jeno-yah.”
Jeno huffs a sharp exhale through his nose, shuddering a little at the admission. His eyes wobble a bit as well as he sees a devious smile creep across Jaemin’s face.
“Your moans always make me go crazy Jeno, you know that? I always want to hear more and you always give me more without me having to ask.”
Jeno rocks into his hand faster and faster, he can feel something high and needy building up in the back of his throat.
“Like you were made for me, yeah?”
Yes, yes, yes, Jeno wants to chant, hoping Jaemin can see it in his teary gaze and his quivering body.
“I want to touch you so bad. Imagine it’s me touching you right now, baby. Can you feel it? Can you feel my hand around your cock jerking you off?”
Jeno can. He sees Jaemin’s hand on the screen and recalls its familiar weight, its comforting warmth, its calculative dexterity that knows exactly how to make Jeno’s vision explode into sparkling fireworks.
The visual helps him pretend that his own hand is Jaemin’s instead, and his shirt falls out of his mouth when it opens wide with a choked out gasp as he spills into his hand and the sheets below.
“That’s it, god you’re so fucking beautiful, Jen,” Jaemin strokes himself inhumanely fast to the sight of Jeno’s twitching thighs and pink tongue.
Jeno wanted them to come together, but he couldn’t hold it in anymore. In hopes to make up for it, he turns around and parks his behind right in front of the camera, reaching back to spread his cheeks and give Jaemin a clear view of him and the toy Jaemin gave to him.
“Shit,” Jaemin hisses.
Jeno looks over his shoulder and swings from side to side, keeping his voice low as he whispers, “Give me your cum, Jaeminie.”
Jaemin moans Jeno’s name as he comes, tilting his dick upward so he shoots all onto his shirt instead of dirtying up his keyboard. Jeno’s tongue hangs out of his mouth as he watches, wishing he was there to feel it splattering over his skin and his fluttering hole.
Static crackles into Jeno’s ears as they both catch their breath. Jeno crawls around to face the camera properly, then grimaces when his knee brushes over something sticky and lukewarm.
“Oh, crap,” Jeno mutters, wracking his brain for whether he has a spare set of sheets lying around somewhere.
He hears Jaemin laughing and turns to the camera to complain about how it’s all his fault for making Jeno get into that position, but he looks so lovely like this that Jeno doesn’t have the heart to go through with it.
Jaemin wipes his amusement out of his eyes after he settles down. “Sorry. I know how tired you always get after. I wish I was there to change them for you.”
“It’s fine,” Jeno sighs. “I’ll just… put a towel over it or something.”
“Mmm,” Jaemin hums. He leans closer to the camera and rests his chin in his hand. “Come over after your recording tomorrow, yeah? I’ll take care of you so you can feel free to pass out.”
Jeno huffs petulantly and Jaemin laughs again. He could’ve said ‘I’ll take care of you’ and left it at that, but of course he had to add that last part in there like the cheeky little kitty that he is.
“What is your favorite animal?” he reads off the cue card.
“For me personally, uhh,” he pretends to give it a little thought, like the answer isn’t already painfully obvious. “Originally, I used to like dogs, but these days it’s changed to cats.”
“Oh!” Yangyang chirps. “Cats for me, too.”
Jeno knows Yangyang and Hendery, who also agrees, have actual cats waiting for them at home.
Jeno technically has one waiting for him, too, though his is bigger and perhaps not as easy to pick up. Though he can be clingy at times and he does curl up on top of Jeno at night, purring even if Jeno doesn’t pet him, happy just to be close to him.
Make a heart if you agree: You have seen Jeno stare at a photo of a cat for more than 10 minutes.
Jeno quietly snorts at the confused look on Jaemin’s face when he looks around and realizes he’s the only one holding up a heart. Even if Jeno and Jaemin believe it, it seems like Jaemin’s mission hasn’t quite gotten through to the other members yet.
So he makes a big fuss of it during the countdown when he can’t find his cat stickers on the album. Jeno is quick to assuage him and Jaemin calms down when he finally finds them a little later on. At least that means there’s also someone on the design team that’s on their side and didn’t cut those out.
But Jeno definitely has stared at Jaemin for much longer than 10 minutes. Though he does enjoy the slew of those photos he has in his phone, he likes the ones with Jaemin’s smile the best.
He even skims through the entire music video to get to it, making sure to show everyone watching the broadcast his favorite frame of his favorite smiling cat.
On the night before the first Beatbox stage, Jaemin stays over at the dorms for the first time since he moved out.
He wraps his arms around Jeno and nuzzles his cheek into Jeno’s stomach while Jeno combs softly through his hair. They lay there for a while in comfortable silence, Jaemin’s eyes drifting close to the gentle rise and fall of Jeno’s breathing.
Jeno looks down at him, at the delicate shadows his long eyelashes fan over his cheeks, the relaxed smile adorning his pretty face.
He wonders aloud in a halcyon mumble, more to himself than anything, “What made you so obsessed with this cat thing, anyways?”
Jaemin’s shoulders sag as he exhales through his nose. “Because you like cats,” he answers easily.
That might be true, but Jeno is convinced that’s only part of it. He lightly pinches the top of Jaemin’s ear, saying as Jaemin wiggles out of his grip and turns to his other cheek, “I like you, dummy.”
Jeno lets his hands flop onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling and muttering, “If I had known buying that shirt was going to start all this…”
“It’s not just because of that,” Jaemin murmurs so quietly, shyly that Jeno almost misses it.
“Huh?” Jeno asks, tilting his head downward to meet Jaemin’s gaze.
Jaemin’s face is buried in Jeno’s shirt, though, absentmindedly scratching his index finger across the fabric of it and avoiding eye contact.
Jeno doesn’t mind waiting, though. Because like Jaemin, Jeno’s love is also quiet, in a kind of way that’s attentive, thoughtful, and endlessly patient.
If he waited at the corner of the street under the hot sun after school every day to see Bongshik poke her head out of the alleyway to drink from the dish Jeno brought out for her, he can wait a few more minutes for Jaemin to finish agonizing over whatever it is he’s trying to find the right words to say.
“Remember when you went back home last year?” Jaemin mumbles, tracing hearts into the dip of Jeno’s waist. “You went home and you sulked about how your kitties didn’t recognize you anymore.”
“Oh,” Jeno blinks. He huffs out a small chuckle of disbelief. “I can’t believe you remember that.”
“I remember everything, Jeno.” Jaemin pushes himself up on his elbows and lifts his head so Jeno can see the sincerity sparkling in his eyes. “That won’t happen with me, okay?”
Jeno’s mouth falls open. “Wh–” he splutters, “Jaem, what are you saying? You told me this wasn’t about that.”
“I lied,” Jaemin shuffles forward and snuggles into Jeno’s chest. “I’m not gonna forget about you just because we don’t live together anymore, okay? I would never run away from you.” He buries his nose into Jeno’s shirt and declares, “You’re stuck with me forever. I can be your cat, and I’ll never ignore you like that.”
Jeno scoffs something halfway between a laugh and a sob, wrapping his arms tight around Jaemin and burying his face in Jaemin’s hair to muffle a string of unintelligible expletives that oscillate between finding Jaemin hopelessly endearing and horribly embarrassing.
“I know, I know,” Jaemin curls further into the embrace. “It’s silly, right?”
Jeno quickly lifts his head to blurt, “No. No, it’s perfect. I love you so much, Jaemin.”
Jeno sits them both up suddenly, yanking his shirt off over his head then rushing forward to smash their lips together. His hands fly to the hem of the shirt he’s lending Jaemin for the night, pulling away for only a moment to tug that off as well.
“Whoa, what about the rule?” Jaemin manages to say before Jeno descends on him again. He doesn’t really mean it though because Jeno can feel the smug bastard’s smile curled up right against his mouth.
Jeno pulls them apart, panting with enough need that it breaks the strings of saliva that formed in the tiny space between their lips. He scrambles onto his back and kicks off his boxers, then spreads his legs and pulls Jaemin down in between them.
As if Jaemin would need any further convincing, but Jeno appeals to the spark of arousal flaring in his eyes anyways with a fervent, “Fuck the rule.”
Jaemin plants his right elbow by Jeno’s head and leans down to kiss him, missing his lips a few times as he tugs his boxers off with his other hand and as both of them shake with playful laughter.
“Shhh, shh,” Jeno giggles. “We have to be quiet, remember?”
Jaemin rolls his hips forward, grinding their naked lengths together, making something considerably loud flutter out of Jeno’s mouth.
Jeno slaps his hand over himself to catch it, glaring at Jaemin through the tops of his fingers.
“Oops,” Jaemin grins unapologetically. He yelps in surprise when Jeno’s hand darts forward to tangle in his hair and drag him down to his lips again.
They giggle as they lick and suck at each other with their legs tangled together and their arms hugging each other close.
Jeno smooths his palms in slow circles over Jaemin’s back as he nibbles along Jaemin’s lower lip. He takes it into his mouth and suckles at it, humming softly as their nipples brush together and their pre-cum smears against both of their stomachs.
Jaemin scratches lightly down Jeno’s sides and licks over his cupid’s bow, rocking them back and forth down below and sneaking his tongue inside Jeno’s mouth when it opens to breathe through a shaky sigh.
Jeno strokes his heel up and down the length of Jaemin’s calf, slides a hand along his spine to cup his ass and push him further down so Jeno can feel more of his weight pressed down on where they both need it the most.
He swallows Jaemin’s groan and melts into his touch when his warm hand envelops Jeno’s to bring it up by their heads. Jaemin sucks lovingly at Jeno’s tongue while he interlaces their fingers together.
They’re so close like this, almost melding together into a singular body with more parts of them touching than not. They can feel each other’s eyelashes brushing over their faces, feel all the things they want to say by kissing the words between their lips, every breath, every thought, every heartbeat through their skin.
They can be closer still, and knowing this is making them a little restless. Their airy noises grow fuller and their cocks are hard and heavy, leaking a pool of wetness on top of Jeno that overflows and trickles down to the sheets.
Jeno squeezes their hands together and Jaemin receives his message loud and clear, pulling off of him with a shuddering sigh. He lets go of Jeno to gingerly run the back of his hand along Jeno’s cheek, staring down at his dazed eyes and swollen lips with a soft smile and hearts in his eyes.
He leans down to peck the tip of Jeno’s nose, then just looks at him again as if he’s saying, So pretty. So beautiful and all mine.
Jeno sets his mouth into a line and turns to hide his face in Jaemin’s hand, the warmth in his cheeks getting hotter when Jaemin finally lets him go and laughs all the way to the nightstand.
“So cute,” Jaemin snickers as he digs through the drawers. He comes back and sits by Jeno’s head, petting through his hair to get him to stop pouting.
“How do you want it, baby? And how loud do you plan to be?” Jaemin scans around the walls with a reminiscing smile. “Should I turn on some speakers just like old times?”
Jeno peers at him suspiciously. “...Did you plan this? Is that why you got me another one for my birthday?”
“Nooo, of course not,” Jaemin’s cheshire grin is back, flashing rows of sharp white teeth at him.
“Hm,” Jeno grunts, unconvinced. He parts his legs and makes grabby hands at Jaemin. “Just like this, I want to see you.”
Jaemin bends over to mumble, “Okay” against his forehead. He grabs a pillow and pats the side of Jeno’s bum to get him to raise himself high enough to slide it under.
He starts with one finger even though Jeno is relaxed enough to start with more. Jaemin wants to take this slow though, to trace through each and every one of Jeno’s bumps and planes as if he hasn’t already mapped all of it out thousands of times before.
And Jeno lets him, because he wants Jaemin to see all sides of him, too. Wants to let him cherish and adore every part of him in the same way Jeno does his best to do the same for everything Jaemin dares to share with him.
He goes to two when Jeno whimpers impatiently, leans down to kiss away the wrinkles in his eyebrows and lick soothingly over the trembling of his lips.
Jeno is just so responsive that he wants to see it all when he’s not distracted with his own pleasure. Wants to see the adorable shaking of Jeno’s thighs when he crooks his fingers, the pretty clouds gathering in Jeno’s eyes that get darker the longer this drags on for, the needy twitching of Jeno’s flushed cock begging Jaemin for more.
He adds a third and Jeno chokes on a tiny wail, folding into himself with his legs bent upwards and his stomach curving inward.
Jaemin kisses his way down Jeno’s neck, along his collarbone, then lower to mouth over his nipple. Jeno’s knees snap together with his hand flying down to grip around Jaemin’s wrist when Jaemin presses firmly against his prostate.
“Jaem,” Jeno moans. “Unh, I want you to feel good, too. P–please.”
He sounds so wrecked that Jaemin can’t bear to tease him anymore, so he pulls his hand out and grabs himself to spread the slick over his length.
Jeno’s knees come apart when Jaemin settles in behind him to line himself up. Jeno reaches down for him and Jaemin tenderly holds his hands, all of him sliding forward until he’s fully inside Jeno and lying right on top of him.
Jaemin groans when Jeno suddenly clenches tight around him with his fingers flexing against Jaemin’s. Jeno’s moan comes out more like a gasp, like he’s just as surprised as Jaemin is at what’s happening. He rises off the bed in a curve with his chest pushed up high and his head thrown back against the sheets.
Jaemin latches onto Jeno’s neck, mouthing wetly over the tensed muscles and grinding his hips against Jeno’s. He’s so tight right now that Jaemin wouldn’t be able to move any other way, so he hopes this little bit of friction is enough to ease Jeno through the remainder of his high.
Jeno is slowly guided back down to earth by the feeling of Jaemin throbbing inside of him and the sweet, gentle licks Jaemin leaves on him. Jeno wraps his legs around Jaemin’s waist and cradles their hands close to his chest as he laughs breathlessly at the tickling sensation.
Jaemin smiles into his skin, pecking his way up to mumble against Jeno’s lips, “Mmm, what’s so funny? You’re not embarrassed again, are you?”
“No,” Jeno’s nose brushes by Jaemin’s as he shakes his head. “I’m just happy.”
“Me, too, Jeno,” Jaemin murmurs, letting his eyes fall shut as he leans down to nuzzle into the side of Jeno’s face. Jeno half-expects him to start purring with how content he looks and how brightly he’s beaming. He’s sure he’s smiling just as wide though as evidenced by the slight strain he feels tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Jeno wiggles his hips and turns to peck Jaemin’s cheek. “You can move, Jaeminie. I’m okay.”
Jaemin nudges his head down to kiss over the tops of their knuckles, then lets go to slide his hands under Jeno’s back and curl around to hold onto the tops of his shoulders. He presses their foreheads together so he can see Jeno’s expression up close now that Jeno has melted into him enough to keep going.
He can feel the delicate trembling of Jeno’s eyelashes against his as he slowly draws halfway out, waiting with bated breath for him to come back in, then fluttering closed in bliss at how sensually Jaemin rolls into him, loving and tender and filling him up in all the best ways.
He can taste the delighted sighs that pass through Jeno’s lips and fan over his own when he pushes and lets Jeno inhale all the air out of his own lungs when he pulls in a constant, swaying give and take that dances to the rhythm of long, languid strokes.
He can see each emotion passing clearly through Jeno’s half-lidded eyes: the fond exasperation at Jaemin’s antics, the sparkling excitement he has whenever he’s with Jaemin like this, the serenity he always finds in the person he loves the most, and so much more all bundled up in a starry blanket of adoration so all-encompassing that Jeno’s entire body sings with it.
Jeno holds Jaemin’s face in his hands, tangling his fingers in his hair and thumbing circles into the skin right behind his ear.
Instantly, Jaemin’s eyes squeeze shut, shuddering into the touch and reflexively bucking deeper inside of Jeno. Jeno pulls Jaemin in to mute his moan against Jaemin’s lips as he makes a mental note of yet another way Jaemin is like a cat.
Jeno really likes Jaemin’s voice.
Whether it’s high or low, yowling weird words or purring soft confessions, growling as loudly as he wants when he can or mewling quietly around Jeno’s tongue like now, it’s all perfect to Jeno, because it’s from Jaemin.
And he knows Jaemin likes the way he sounds, too, blushing as he suddenly recalls all the times Jaemin praised him during their recordings and after their performances. He of course did it in part to rile Jeno up, but Jeno knows that as with everything Jaemin does, there’s a genuine sincerity to it.
So he lets Jaemin taste his sighs, swallow down his moans, feel his hums and keens and whimpers rumble into him from where they're connected, where it's the most visceral.
Jaemin likes assurances that he’s doing well, too, and since Jeno isn’t the best with words, this is how he shows it to him. With all his noises from how good Jaemin makes him feel but also with his hands that massage Jaemin lovingly, pet through his hair, and inscribe appreciative admiration and promises of forever into him through warm fingertips.
And his legs that keep Jaemin pressed tight against him to tell him he never wants to stop, his hips that grind downward to meet each thrust and express how much he loves this, his hole that takes all of Jaemin’s cock so nicely, fits him so perfectly, squeezes and begs Jaemin to make me yours.
And of course Jaemin knows Jeno so well that he hears it all, communicates back to him that he’s going to do just that through more frenzied kisses, embracing Jeno more tightly to his chest, and the movement of his hips progressing from steady, rounded dips to sharp, deep shoves.
Jeno tugs Jaemin’s head back by his hair, sliding a hand forward to smile at him and scratch at the underside of his chin. The sound of Jeno’s breathy sighs and the sight of his beloved’s besotted eyes are what brings Jaemin to a state of absolute rapture.
It’s Jeno’s turn to admire Jaemin’s face now as it blossoms in a visible, nearly tangible euphoria, groaning intensely from pleasure as he pumps his cum inside of Jeno, spreading it around as his cock continues churning it in and out all along his walls.
Its warmth and its thickness and its abundance makes Jeno come a second time, still going even after Jeno has covered the entire length of their torsos. Jaemin’s hips eventually come to a stop, though he’s still buried inside of Jeno keeping him all stuffed up just the way he likes.
He lets go of Jeno’s shoulders to properly wrap around his back, snuggling close into his neck and just holding him as they are.
Jeno presses his lips to the top of Jaemin’s head and returns the embrace, both of them content to just hold each other and run their fingers across one another’s skin to ground themselves, make sure they’re really there, that this is real no matter how much of a dream it feels like that they get to be together.
They're so in tune with one another that they recover from their earth-shattering orgasms at the same time, look up and agree through furtive smiles in a silent language only the two of them understand to keep going at the same time, and lean in to share an ardent, passionate kiss at the same time.
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Jaemin mouths something to him that Jeno can’t quite make out with the mic over his mouth and all the confetti flying around. Jeno’s eyes widen when he sees Jaemin making his way over, flinching backwards a bit when Jaemin’s hands come up to brush through his hair.
Not because he’s afraid that Jaemin would hurt him, but because of how tenderly he’s touching him in a way that he usually reserves for when they’re alone together.
He closes his eyes and takes a deep, shuddering breath.
And through the curtains of his eyelids, the camera, the crowd, the stage are all completely gone. Like this, he can properly revel in and focus solely on Jaemin’s comforting presence right in front of him and the unbearably gentle brushes of his warm fingertips ghosting across Jeno’s skin.
It could definitely have been much worse. He could have used his tongue to clean Jeno like an actual cat, so Jeno should be glad that this is what he chose to do instead. Not everything has to be about that anyways.
Even if the company never changes Jaemin’s emoji from a bunny to a kitty, it doesn’t really matter. Jaemin will always be Jeno’s cat just like Jeno will always be Jaemin’s puppy.
Cats might run away when they need some time alone, and they might not always be in the mood to be touched or talked to or cuddled. But they’ll always come back to their loved ones, and this particular cat will never, ever forget about Jeno.
They’ve promised it to each other so many times over the years, and there’s no other way that they would ever imagine it, tethered to the same orbit until the very end of universe as each other’s undeniable, unequivocal last loves.