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"Let's summarize what we've come up so far-"
"-Oh my God! This is going to be amazing. HAHAH-"
"-kay, so Jeno will distract him first while we prepa-"
"Wait-"
"-ey need to be in their room while we wait outsid-"
"-AHAHAHHAHAHA-"
"-Jisung will knock at the door and he'll open it, walks out-"
"-then we dump it on his ass- sorry, I mean head-"
"Guys-"
"-do we sing happy birthday? -Haechan, will you stop laughi-"
"-ah quiet, you guys, even the next building could hear us-"
"-will we give the cake before or after the prank?"
"Hey, wait a seco-"
"-HAHAHAHAHA- I can't- I can already picture his face- pfft- HAHAHAHA-"
"Shush- So anyways, I will be buying the needed materials. Let's split the bill and just pay up-"
"Guys, listen!"
"-aww, you're rich, why should we split it-"
"Yah- that's unfair-"
Getting very, very impatient and annoyed, Jeno said loudly, "GUYS," as he slapped his palm on the table, making everyone jump in their seats and effectively silencing them. Everyone blinked and turned their heads to him.
"I don't think this is a good idea," Jeno said, feeling a little bit satisfied that he had finally said it.
There was a spontaneous burst of reactions from the gentlemen. Renjun rolled his eyes as Chenle gave an unimpressed look while Mark smiled knowingly at Jeno.
Haechan scoffed at him and said in an annoying way, "i DoN't ThInK iT's A gOoD iDeA gUyS. gUyS oH nO, uRi LoVeLy JaEmInNiE dOeSn'T dEsErVe ThIs, Oh No~"
Renjun and Chenle snickered while Mark said placatingly "It's okay Jeno-yah, this is just a birthday prank. It'll be fun."
"Not if you're Jaemin. I mean, you're basically planning on dumping a whole ass bucket of strawberry jam on him!"
"I think hyung's right-" Jisung said quietly but before he could finish his sentence, Haechan slapped him in the back ("Ow! Hyung!").
"Come on, Je-NO JAM. Stop being boring for once. I'm sure Jaemin would really, really love this!" Haechan said, emphasizing no jam, and smiled sweetly at him.
"He would more likely appreciate it if the surprise had NO JAM involved," Jeno deadpanned.
"What jam?"
They all jumped in fright and whirled around to look at the door. A tense silence passed as they stared at the new arrival. Their ¹tallest member had his arms crossed on his chest, a gym bag slung on his torso, leaning against the doorway with his right ankle crossed over his left feet and eyebrows raised as he observed the room with suspicious eyes.
Without thinking, Jeno's eyes roamed up and down the man's body, noting how prominent Jaemin's visible collarbones looked against his sleeveless white shirt. The shirt had wet patches of sweat everywhere, a sign that the man just came from the gym (why he didn't just took a shower in the lockers and changed clothes there, Jeno didn't know) Then there were his arms, his strong-looking, bulging muscles earned from recent hard work. It's a pity that the man was wearing sweatpants instead of something tight, Jeno couldn't really see the shape of the man's thighs. Jaemin uncrossed his right arm and reached his hand up his head, his fingers going through strands of sweaty, wet hair as he pushed it back, closing his eyes as he did so. Then he crossed his arms again and his piercing gaze rested on the group again.
"Y-you're early," Jisung stuttered out from behind Jeno, surprise and nervousness audible in his voice, clearly anxious that Jaemin might have heard something.
Jeno blinked and came out of his stupor, then immediately blushed red as he realized what he was just thinking.
Jaemin raised an eyebrow at what Jisung said, suspicions heightening as he recognized the nerves from the youngest's voice. The eyebrow and suspicion were for Jisung, yet Jeno flushed deeper as he felt like they were for him, feeling guilty for his thoughts from earlier.
"And that's bad...?" Jaemin drawled.
Jeno heard Renjun coughing loudly before saying, "We were just surprised. That's all. You usually take your time showering in the locker room before coming home."
Jaemin frowned as he uncrossed his arms and legs, straightening away from the doorway.
"Well, I'm not usually alone when working out. It's weird going to the gym alone and I wanted to come home quickly." Jaemin spoke with disgruntlement as he started striding towards them.
The group, unnaturally in sync and looking all obviously secretive, tensed as he came near. All of their eyes glued to the guy as he bypassed the dining table where everyone was, walking towards the fridge.
Jeno winced as he realized what Jaemin said. Usually, Jaemin and Jeno would go to the gym together. It was a constant thing for the both of them. It was even more important now that... Jeno shook his head mentally. But currently, Jeno was unable to go with him since the rest of the guys were planning on conducting this secret meeting for Jaemin's upcoming birthday. Watching as Jaemin opened the fridge and hovered his sweaty face near the cold blast of atmosphere, Jeno couldn't help but feel guiltier. He remembered how Jaemin's face fell earlier as he said he couldn't go with him through a video call. The man really looked disappointed. Not just him, Jeno thought longingly.
Jaemin hummed as he breathed in the cold air before taking the pitcher and closing the fridge. He turned towards the dining table where everyone congregated. He gestured his hand vaguely in their direction as he asked.
"What are you all doing, sitting there without eating, looking all guilty and secretive? What have I missed?"
He didn't wait for an answer as he lifted the pitcher above his face. He lifted his chin slightly as he concentrated on leveling the height of the pitcher above his mouth before he skied the water. Jeno couldn't help but stare. He was vaguely aware that Haechan was saying something as a reply to Jaemin but he couldn't comprehend it, his focus elsewhere. His eyes wandered from the pitcher, to the flowing water, then to the Jaemin's pinkish lips. A little bit of water spilled out of his mouth. Jeno's gazed zeroed in on it as the spill travelled from the side of Jaemin's lips, to his jaw, then to his Adam's apple which was bobbing up and down as the man continued drinking. Jeno unconsciously gulped a few times as he watched, fascinated.
"-decide what will be the dinner for tonight. Jisung wanted pizza but we had it last time. So we were thinking about chicken but then Markeu insisted it's unhealthy to continue eating fastfoods-"
Haechan got cut off as Renjun scolded loudly, "Jaemin-ah! I told you not to drink from the pitcher! We have glasses, for God's sake."
Jaemin stopped drinking, to Jeno's disappointment, and turned to put the pitcher back in the fridge. "I skied it. It didn't even touch my lips," he said, rolling his eyes as he turned and walked towards them. He pulled an empty chair beside Jeno and sat on it. Immediately, his strong musky scent combined with the scent of sweat seemed to envelope Jeno. Jeno looked away from him and cleared his throat as quietly as he could, suddenly feeling uncomfortable from the obvious heat emitting from the man beside him.
Renjun opened his mouth to protest some more but Chenle cut him to it, mock disgust visible on his face. "Gross hyung, don't you need to shower first?"
Not really gross, Jeno mentally defended. Jaemin's sweat smelled alright... Ignoring the fact that Jeno was used to it by now that it didn't bother him the slightest.
Jaemin ignored them and addressed Haechan. "You and Mark really came all the way from 127 dorm just to, what is it, decide on our dinner?"
"We wanted to eat with you guys. It's been long since we visited," Mark chimed in.
"You were here a day ago."
Mark blinked at this before smiling sheepishly.
"I'm sick of Doyoung-hyung's face."
A burst of giggles came from the bunch at Haechan's reply.
"That doesn't explain why you're all gathered here, looking all secretive, having a serious discussion...over what's going to be our dinner." Jaemin sounded dubious.
Haechan was stuttering out more excuses, which more likely raised Jaemin's suspicions rather than diminishing them, when Jeno caught something from the corner of his eye. From across him, Mark was making faces at him. It took a few moments to get out of his Jaemin-induced distracted state before Jeno realized that Mark was trying to communicate with him. Jeno blinked confusedly at Mark then frowned at him.
Mark glanced at Jaemin for a bit. Seeing that the man was sufficiently distracted by Haechan, plus by Jisung and Chenle who were now trying to help, he then turned his gaze back at Jeno and rolled his eyes at him. He slowly mouthed inaudibly at Jeno, Distract him. Mark had to mouth this several times more before Jeno finally understood.
Jeno blinked. Then rolled his eyes. Of course, it's always me. Not that he was genuinely complaining. He rather liked...distracting Jaemin a lot. Turning his gaze to Jaemin, he cleared his throat. He clasped his hand on Jaemin's shoulder and spoke loudly, interrupting Chenle's dialogue about some rodent infestation (though, Jeno didn't remember nor comprehend how the topic came to that).
"Jaemin-ah, you have something to show me earlier right? Something about the new lyrics you've written recently...?" He asked, referring to their last topic from their previous video call.
Jaemin turned his head to Jeno. Frowning, he opened his mouth to speak but Jeno continued speaking, half-afraid Jaemin would just dismiss him.
"Come on, they'll sort this out on their own. I'm actually waiting the whole afternoon to see what you've come up so far," Jeno insisted, a little whine slightly evident in his voice, as he stood up and tried to pull Jaemin up with him. Even without looking, Jeno could feel the relief of the whole table.
Renjun stood up as well, mumbling about making calls to some relatives before excusing himself. "You guys decide. Don't get anything we hate though." Renjun threw a glare at Haechan's way which Haechan replied with a flying kiss. Renjun rolled his eyes before exiting the dining room slash kitchen.
Mark stood up too and told Haechan, "I forgot to call our manager. She's probably on her wit's end trying to look for us back at the dorm. I doubt the hyungs told her we're here."
Haechan grinned at that and replied sweetly, "Give her my regards." Mark smiled a little then turned to exit as well.
Jaemin reluctantly got up since Jeno kept on tugging his arm annoyingly. Casting one last suspicious look at the remaining people, whose faces conveyed I'm-innocent-though-obviously-not look as they smiled at Jaemin. Jaemin narrowed his eyes at them and was about to say something when Jeno tugged at him, more forcefully now.
"Come on, Jaemin-ah."
Jaemin pursed his lips but let himself be led out. Out of earshot, Jaemin turned his head slightly towards Jeno's ear and whispered lowly, "You never told me why you ditched me."
Jeno winced again and shivered a little when Jaemin's warm breath touched his skin but didn't deign to reply. He dragged the guy inside their shared bedroom before releasing him and locking the door.
Before he could even turn around, Jaemin suddenly grasped his shoulders and turned him around himself. Startled, Jeno blinked at the man and tried to protest but Jaemin pushed him, though gently as to not make unecessary noise (a downside of dating secretly), against the door and crowded into his personal space.
"We missed our shower time. We never miss shower time," Jaemin whined, clearly upset, his breath tickling Jeno's lips
Jeno could feel his face flushing deep red as he stared at Jaemin's lips. He involuntarily licked his own before saying, "I know. I'm sorry."
"Why did you ditch me?" Jaemin narrowed his eyes at him but Jeno didn't dare look him in the eye.
Jeno opened his mouth but closed it again. I can't really reveal the secret surprise though. And even if he tried, Jeno couldn't really speak, couldn't stay coherent, not when Jaemin's this close.
"Does it have anything to do with what happened in the kitchen?"
Not knowing what to say, and clearly not thinking straight, Jeno closed the distance between their heads and tried to initiate a kiss. Their lips brushed for one exciting second before Jaemin leaned away from him. A disappointed whine escaped Jeno's throat as he leaned further, trying to catch the other man's lips to no avail. Jaemin pinned him more while avoiding his lips.
"None of that," Jaemin scolded although a hint of fondness was clear in his voice. "Answer me first. Are you guys planning a birthday surprise?"
Jeno abruptly stopped leaning in, his eyes snapping up to Jaemin's own. Jaemin rolled his eyes and smirked, "You're all being obvious, you know. My birthday's in a week. You're all gathered, with Haechan and Mark, looking all conspiratorial."
Jeno pouted and mumbled, "Haechan's fault."
"So, what is this surprise? Tell me."
Jeno cringed internally. You wouldn't like it. He badly wanted to warn his boyfriend about his impending doom but couldn't since Renjun would have his hide. So instead, Jeno rolled his eyes and smiled playfully at Jaemin. "Why would I? That's why it's called a surprise, dummy."
Distract him. He remembered Mark then he smirked. I could do that.
"Tell me-"
Jeno channeled his strength as he reversed their positions. Jaemin yelped as Jeno pinned him against the door. Before he could ask further, Jeno immediately latched his lips onto Jaemin's. Jaemin tried to avoid him at first but he was insistent, trying to coax Jaemin's mouth open. In the end, Jaemin sighed softly and gave in. Reaching up to grip Jeno's hair, Jaemin pulled and inclined Jeno's head for better access. A breathy sound escaped Jeno's throat as he felt Jaemin's tongue in his mouth.
After what felt like eternity, they broke the kiss at the same time, panting and eyes as dark as the night.
"Is it too late to have our shower time?" Jeno whispered against Jaemin's lips.
He could feel the stretch of Jaemin's smirk before Jaemin abruptly pushed him off and grabbed his arm. Pulling him towards their bathroom, Jeno stumbled after Jaemin, a giddy anticipation swirling in his gut.
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The following days, Jeno took care not to miss any of their shower time again. He also suggested to the dreamies that they should make a new group chat so that they wouldn't need to make any suspicious physical meetings. The first few days, Jaemin kept on whining after Jeno, wanting to know about the surprise but Jeno kept a tight mouth. Then Jaemin turned to a frightened Jisung. Thankfully, the maknae was adept at avoiding people even in their own dorm so Jaemin didn't get it out of him. Finally, he just gave up in exasperation, Fine! I'll know about it one way or another! (He didn't).
Then the day finally came. Jeno was in a good mood as he woke up before Jaemin. His first gift to Jaemin was...waking his boyfriend up by giving him a blowjob. From his dazed, blissful expression afterwards, Jeno could tell how much Jaemin appreciated it.
Although the rest of the dreamies didn't really greet him for his birthday (which in itself, is already suspicious, Jaemin had whispered to Jeno one time), Jaemin still remained in a good mood after that morning. They all went on their normal routine, no one mentioning about it (I get it, you're all trying to pretend not to remember. Then you'll pounce on me later with your "surprise", Jaemin had said to which Jeno half-heartedly protested, not really.)
Jeno took Jaemin out on a date. They knew others wouldn't really suspect them to be dating because even before they started dating, they occasionally go out on friendly dates (biking, going in cafes, trying out new sports, shopping together). The fans wouldn't even bat an eyelid when pictures of them going out spread on social media platforms. They would all simp and gush about it for sure but no one would really think that they were actually dating - as in as boyfriends. So really, another date wouldn't hurt (even though it's not a friendly date but rather a lovers' date).
It was simple. Eating out in their favorite dine-in place, strolling together along Han river, feeding ducks, looking at items in stores they passed, just wandering around their neighborhood while they talk and laugh together. Even though it sounded boring, they loved it. They didn't need to think about their work (Jeno begged their manager the other day to give them a day-off), to stress about their upcoming comeback. They were just relaxing together for the first time in a long while and they loved every second of it. Fortunately for them, no one seemed to notice or recognize them - or maybe there was but at least they didn't approach them. And despite the masks and caps and the inability to hold hands in public, they still enjoyed it.
By afternoon, they went on their usual work-out routine. Jeno insisted that they skip their shower time and just go home early. Although disappointed, Jaemin agreed (This has something to do with the "surprise", hasn't it? Jaemin smirked while Jeno rolled his eyes, Will you stop asking about it already.)
When they finally got home, Jeno showered first. Jaemin wanted to shower together to "save water" but Jeno insisted they shouldn't. He almost gave in after Jaemin tempted him with kisses but he resisted. We really have no time, I know the dreamies are already getting ready, Jeno thought. After a quick washing up, Jeno hurried out and pushed a protesting Jaemin in.
The time finally came.
Fingers tapping nervously on his thigh, Jeno turned his anxious gaze on their bathroom door.
"Still not done yet?" He asked loudly.
"In a minute!" Jaemin's muffled voice came from the door.
The tapping increased. Jeno pursed his lips, feeling very conflicted. On other hand, he'd like for the surprise prank to be a success, just to see his boyfriend's annoyed face. On the other, he was worried this would ruin Jaemin's special day. Worst, he'd be angry and give Jeno the cold shoulder for being an accomplice. Last that happened wasn't a pleasant experience.
Just a prank. Practically harmless. No need to worry. The dreamies had assured him earlier when he voiced out his concerns. Instead of feeling assured, he only got more worried.
Ping. Jeno looked down at his phone as it lighted up with a new notification. He opened messages and saw their group chat.
nana's bday surprise
Jisung
@jeno hyung should I knock now?
Renjun
@jeno where is he??? 12 years have passed
Mark
lol
Jeno glanced at their bedroom door, knowing what's waiting for Jaemin when he opens it. Then he turned his eyes back to his phone. Fingers hovering on the keyboard, Jeno decided for a reply.
Jeno
he's still in shower. any minute now.
Renjun
can you hurry him up? my arms are aching. this goddamn jam is heavy
Mark
@renjun stop typing! hold the container well on ur side! haechans arms r trembling
Chenle
i told you just let @jisung hold it, he's much taller than haechan and renjun, he can easily dump the thing on jaemin
Jisung
y r u all typing instead of talking. were literally clustered together
and no tnk u, i rather love my life and dont want to face jaemin hyungs wrath
Chenle
need to keep quiet, idiot
@mark y dont u hold it?
Jisung
ah
Mark
its renjun-HYUNG, haechan-HYUNG and mark-HYUNG to u @chenle
Chenle
whatever
From the other side of the door, Jeno could hear an Ow! What was that for? and a lot of shushing a second after.
Jisung
stop it guys
Mark
just text us if ur ready @jeno
Jeno
K
Jeno shook his head and turned his phone off.
"Jaemin-ah, what's taking you so long?" He shouted as turned his gaze to the bathroom door. Just as the last word escaped his mouth, the door suddenly opened.
"Geez, Jeno-yah, so impatient," Jaemin said in a mildly annoyed voice while he rubbed a towel on his hair.
"Why are you still naked?" Jeno asked, bewildered and a little bit distracted by the view in front of him. Jaemin was technically half-naked, with a towel clinging around his hips, hung so low that it exposed his v-line along with a trail of hair...
"Have you seen my razor? I swear I just shaved my stubble yesterday- or was it the other day? Anyway, I think Renjun had it..." Jaemin said distractedly as he walked towards their bedroom door.
Oh my God, Jeno thought, panicked. I didn't text them yet! How could he when Jaemin was already reaching for the doorknob.
"You could use my razor instead!" He hurriedly said as he stood up and walked towards Jaemin. He spoke as loudly as he could, hoping that the others could hear them.
Jaemin laughed, raising an eyebrow as he shot Jeno an amused look. "We use the same razor, dummy." He said as he grasped the doorknob. Jeno suddenly reached out a hand to hold Jaemin's arm.
"Put on some clothes first!"
"It's not the first time I walk around naked, Jeno-yah." Jaemin waved him away, unconcerned, nudging his hand gently to release himself from Jeno's hold.
"But-"
But Jaemin already turned the knob and pulled the door open.
"Happy Birthday!!!" The boys sporting party hats screamed, with Haechan and Chenle using the highest note they could achieve. They didn't seem to realize that the birthday guy was practically in a towel only.
Jaemin and Jeno involuntarily stepped back at the sudden assault to their eardrums, hands reaching up to cover their ears. While the dreamies unnecessarily dragged out their greeting, Jisung was muttering to the side, trying to make the blast-confetti work, "Why doesn't it work?"
When they stopped, Jaemin opened his mouth to say something but without warning, Renjun and Haechan suddenly moved towards him. Seeing them holding a large pail filled with something, Jaemin stepped back, alarmed. Before he could stop them, the duo wearing mischievous looks on their faces dumped the whole thing on his freshly-showered body. The sharp, fruity scent of artificial strawberry flavor filled the air.
At the same time, Jisung finally succeeded in exploding his blast-confetti, creating a loud bang. The young man grinned in satisfaction before looking up. Only to see Jaemin's murderous face.
Uh-oh, his thoughts were exactly similar to Jeno's.
The silence that came after was even louder than the blast-confetti.
°~°
"Are you mad?"
Jaemin glared at him and Jeno winced, having already known how stupid his question was.
Seeing Jaemin's reaction (which honestly should be predictable by now, given the man's intense dislike of artificial strawberry-flavored stuff), the dreamies immediately fled the scene (Haechan laughing uncontrollably along with Chenle who took some pictures, Jisung quietly running away towards the safety of his room, Renjun nervously giggling, while Mark remained in their doorway, looking guilty as he shot Jaemin an apologetic smile, mumbling something about the birthday feast and I should ready the cake, come out when you're both ready guys. Happy birthday again, Jaemin-ah before he finally stalked away), leaving Jeno to deal with the aftermath.
I'm fucked.
"I'm sorry," Jeno mumbled weakly, avoiding Jaemin's glare, focusing his gaze instead on Jaemin's hands as the younger one tried to brush away the sticky substance from his arms.
Jaemin ignored his apology as he wiped the jam on his face with the towel he used to dry his hair earlier. A little bit of jam lingered on the side of his jaw and near his ears but he ignored it as he spat out, "Of all the things- ddalgi jam? Really?"
"I'm-" Jeno tried again.
"I just finished showering!" Jaemin shouted, clearly frustrated, as he threw the towel he just used on the floor.
Jaemin didn't usually let his temper show whenever his angry, at least not in public or not often in front of the other members. He was also good at keeping his negative emotions in, calming down immediately, being considerate and patient to people even though they're pissing him off. But when he's really, really pissed off like currently, he wouldn't bother hiding it, especially from Jeno.
"I'm really-"
"If you apologize again, I'm going to throttle you," Jaemin glared at Jeno again before turning away, walking towards their bathroom.
The older man sighed as he watched Jaemin closed the bathroom door with a bang. Biting his lip, Jeno contemplatively stared at the door. Then he looked down and spotted the towel Jaemin threw. It was covered in jam, the faint sweet scent tickling Jeno's nose and tempting his taste buds. I still can't understand why Jaemin hates it. It tastes okay to me.
Out of nowhere, an idea suddenly popped up in his head.
Oh.
Jeno took a step forward. Then another. Then he hesitated, a new kind of anxiety settling in his gut.
Well...it can't hurt if I do it...
A mischievous smile slowly formed.
Fortunately for him, Jaemin doesn't actually lock the door when he takes a bath.
Jeno swiftly got inside before locking the door behind him. Jaemin - stark naked Jaemin drenched in jam - who was about to turn the shower on, startled as he blinked at Jeno. He frowned as he watched Jeno brisk-walked towards him.
"What are yo-"
He was cut off as Jeno suddenly crowded in (the jam on Jaemin coming in contact with his clothes and skin), pushing him against the cold tiles and catching his lips in a searing kiss.
Jaemin gasped in surprise. Taking this opportunity, Jeno slid his tongue in, the sweet taste of strawberry assaulting his mouth. As abruptly as it started, it quickly ended as Jeno broke away. Jaemin was blushing - though Jeno could hardly tell since his face was covered with the red jam - as he blinked a few times, lashes fluttering.
"What-?" He tried asking again but Jeno suddenly leaned forward to lick the corner of Jaemin's jaw. He didn't stop there, Jeno licked his way up until Jaemin's ear. Jaemin's hand shot towards Jeno's shirt, clutching hard as he took in ragged breaths. Jeno nibbled on his earlobe, whispering and offering, "I could lick it all off you."
There was a sharp intake of breath, then Jaemin whispered in a hoarse voice, "That would be highly appreciated."
Jeno smirked and leaned his head away. Dark, dilated eyes met smouldering ones as Jeno pressed his body against the younger. Jaemin groaned, closed his eyes, and let his head fall onto the tiles as Jeno slowly grinded his hips against his own, half-hard lengths meeting with friction although with the barrier of Jeno's pants. This move made Jaemin expose his neck, which was what Jeno was aiming at. Still grinding slowly, he reached for Jaemin's head, took a lot of jam sticking on his hair and smeared it all on the younger's neck. Then he leaned in and took a lick, another one, then a bite and a suck.
Jaemin inhaled deeply again, letting out a half-sigh, half-moan as Jeno continued licking and sucking his entire neck clean whilst still grinding their hips together. A particular thrust made Jeno pause a bit, both of them groaning as a strike of sharp pleasure went through him.
Jaemin yanked at his shirt, murmuring, "Clothes off."
Jeno didn't really pay attention, he was busy mouthing along Jaemin's collarbones, licking all the sweet sticky substance he could find. As much as Jaemin enjoyed it, he'd rather have the older naked. So he yanked at Jeno's shirt more aggressively and demanded in a sharp, yet hoarse and aroused tone, "Clothes off. Now."
Jeno moaned, feeling more turned on at Jaemin's voice, before pulling away to take off his shirt, then his pants, then his boxers. Completely naked now, he watched as wide-blown eyes roamed around his body appreciatively.
"C'mere," Jaemin softly said.
Jeno didn't have to be told twice. They crashed together in a tangle of limbs as Jeno practically pounced on Jaemin. He lightly shivered at the cool and sticky touch of jam when their bodies met but it wasn't uncomfortable enough for him to pull away. Lips meeting again as Jaemin's hands gripped Jeno's waist, Jeno's hands tightly grasping Jaemin's shoulders, Jeno's left leg wrapped around Jaemin's right, Jaemin's left foot placed between Jeno's feet. There was a lot of teeth-clashing and lip-biting but neither cared as both devoured each other, neither fighting for dominance nor being gently submissive. Jaemin pulled Jeno's hips, thrusting his own forward before grinding them together. Both groaned against each other's lips, the sticky sound of jam resonated as their bodies rubbed against each other.
"Now, you got the jam on you as well," Jaemin grunted and gasped as Jeno thrusted and broke away from their kiss.
"Don't care," Jeno breathed as he pulled his body away and leaned down to start kissing Jaemin's upper torso. Hands sliding from shoulders to the sticky skin of Jaemin's arms, gathering a handful of jam, Jeno started sucking and biting across the younger one's chest, relishing in Jaemin's answering moans. Taking special care in licking and sucking his nipples, Jeno thought he heard a whimper and smirked.
"Smug bastard," Jaemin muttered from above him.
"Gorgeous asshole," he retorted fondly.
Leaning down further, Jeno traversed the hard planes of Jaemin's abdominals with careful reverence, making sure not one bit of jam would be left behind. Jeno was both satisfied and disappointed that no signs jam was left around Jaemin's front torso, though there were still a lot lingering on his hair and across his back but he could come back to that later. Something needs to be taken care of first, he thought as he glanced down at Jaemin's erection almost greedily. He could feel Jaemin shaking a bit, panting heavily above him as he slowly progressed downwards, mouthing along the man's v-line.
Ignoring his own throbbing manhood, Jeno kneeled on the tiles, sticky hands on Jaemin's hips for better leverage, leaving jam handprints, head facing Jaemin's hard, leaking cock as the younger one placed his hands and threaded his fingers through Jeno's hair. Jeno looked up, fluttering his lashes as he did so, and met Jaemin's dark gaze. Jaemin's grip tightened on Jeno's hair, enough pain to create pleasure in Jeno's gut. Jaemin pulled then pushed but Jeno resisted.
Innocently blinking up at Jaemin, Jeno teased, "I said I'd lick the jam off, there's no jam here."
Due to Jaemin's long towel from earlier, the jam only reached Jaemin's upper body and none graced his lower parts up until his feet.
A dangerous glint passed through Jaemin's eyes before he tightened his grip on Jeno's hair more and pulled hard.
"Ahh!"
"Don't tease, you berk."
"That actually hurts," Jeno whined although both of them knew he was lying.
Jaemin only gave him a look to which Jeno replied with an eye roll.
"Get on with it."
"Okay, okay princess."
Jaemin growled at this and before Jeno could do anything, he was suddenly hauled up. He stumbled as he stood abruptly and opened his mouth to complain but a warm strong grip suddenly surrounded his own cock and squeezed. He let out a high-pitched squeak.
"You were saying?" Another strong squeeze.
"Nng-!"
"Thought so."
Jeno let out a breath, a bit disappointed as Jaemin let go of him. But Jeno looked forward more on pleasuring Jaemin first so he let the man push him down to his knees again.
"Heartless," Jeno pretended to pout, looking up at Jaemin with wide eyes but the latter just rolled his eyes.
Jaemin was about to say something but Jeno, without warning, immediately wrapped his sticky, jam-ful hands around the younger's cock to cut him off. Jaemin's ragged breaths made a comeback as Jeno stroked and smeared jam and precum all over Jaemin's cock and balls. He could feel it pulsing and throbbing heavily in his hand. He squeezed once then moved his hand up and down, slowly. Jaemin's panting grew heavier.
"Haa...J-jeno...ngg, s-stop... I'm c-close."
Jeno immediately stopped and took his hand away, smirking up at him. "But I didn't even start yet," He said before sticking out his tongue to take a kittenish lick at the tip. There was the sweet strawberry flavor mixed with the slightly bitter taste of Jaemin's precum and his natural musky scent.
Jaemin scowled at him but the effect was ruined by his debauched look. "I swear, if you keep teasing me, I'm not gonna fuck yo- aah!"
Jaemin ended up moaning loudly as Jeno suddenly took his hot, heavy but familiar cock in his mouth. Taking care to cover his teeth, Jeno engulfed half of his length, letting his tongue roam around to lick off the jam. Gripping his hips and pinning them against the tiles, Jeno sucked and sucked. He could feel Jaemin trembling, gripping his hair tightly as he hummed in satisfaction.
"O-oh God."
Finishing the some of the jam, Jeno spit him off and leaned away, Jaemin whining in protest. Jeno was so hard right then that it actually hurts. He wanted to touch himself so badly but he refrained, torturing himself a bit knowing his orgasm later would be more mind-blowing. Besides, he was not done yet. He leaned in again, this time aiming for the balls. He licked, sucked and slowly broke Jaemin apart as the man above him whimpered, groaned, trembled, and loosened his grip on Jeno's hair. Finishing off the rest of the jam, Jeno leaned away but only to take Jaemin's cock in his mouth again. Hollowing his cheeks and inclining his head in the right angle, Jeno tapped Jaemin's wrist and stared at him intently.
Move. Use me, his gaze seemed to say.
Jaemin's eyes glittered with darkness, then he tightened his grip on Jeno's hair. He slowly pushed himself inside, groaning at the sensation of Jeno's tight, wet and hot mouth.
"Look at you. So willing, so good for me darling."
Jeno preened and hummed, sending vibrations along Jaemin's length. Jaemin continued pushing in up until Jeno's nose got buried in his crotch. Jeno choked a bit but didn't pull away, allowing his throat to get used to Jaemin's heavy cock.
"Beautiful," Jaemin cooed before Jeno closed his eyes, lashes fluttering, and swallowed to which Jaemin replied with a choked noise.
Holding Jeno's head in place, Jaemin pulled out. Then he snapped his hips forward abruptly, earning another choked sound from Jeno. In and out, in and out, Jeno's eyes watered as he took it all. Pain and pleasure swirling in his gut as he tried so hard to refrain from coming untouched and as he let Jaemin pick up his pace and have his way with him.
"I-I'm- I-" Jaemin abruptly pulled out, gasping as he pulled Jeno's head away from him.
Jeno let out a disappointed whine. "But you didn't come yet! I want to swallow your-"
Jeno halted speaking and yelped when Jaemin suddenly hauled him up, turned him around and forced him down on fours. Jeno gasped as Jaemin pushed his head down on the tiles, his back slanting as his ass hovered high behind him. Jaemin used his feet to nudge and widen the gap between Jeno's knees. Then Jaemin kneeled by his side, leaning his head down to be able to whisper at Jeno's ear. "Spilling all of my seed inside you would be better than in your mouth, don't you think?"
Jeno honestly loved the thought of filling both of his orifices with his boyfriend's cum but he wisely shut his mouth so Jaemin could get on with what he's planning currently. So instead of answering, Jeno only let out some incoherent breathy noise of encouragement. He turned his head and rested on his cheek so he could see Jaemin.
The younger leaned away and crouched behind Jeno. The older watched as Jaemin reached behind his back, trying to gather some remaining jam that was on there. Jeno's eyes widened as he realized what he was doing.
"Will it work?" He blurted out.
Jaemin shrugged but his eyes softened when he saw Jeno's apprehension. "It seemed slippery enough for me but I wouldn't force it if it wouldn't, love. The lube's just in the cabinet, in case."
Jeno let out a breath and nodded shakily at Jaemin to go on. Jaemin smiled at him before turning his gaze on his ass. Jeno took care to clench his hole thrice, just to hear Jaemin's sharp intake of breath from behind him. Then suddenly, Jeno winced as the cool feel of Jaemin's jam-covered hands touched his cheeks. Jeno's mouth involuntarily opened as Jaemin parted his cheeks and leaned down to lick at his hole, leaving a wet, hot strip of saliva. Jeno moaned and squirmed as Jaemin then smeared jam around his hole.
"J-Jaemin-" He breathed out but ended with "Aaah!" as Jaemin suddenly latched his hot mouth onto his hole.
"Haa...J-jae..." Jeno nearly whimpered as Jaemin nipped, sucked, licked, kissed, and slipped his tongue in. It stung for a bit but the small pain quickly faded away as his tight entrance adjusted immediately.
It goes to show just how many times we have done this already that I just got used to being penetrated, Jeno thought absently.
"Jaemin-ah!" Jeno exclaimed as Jaemin crooked his tongue, pulled it out then plunged it in again. Being fucked with his tongue, Jeno couldn't help but to whine and shove his ass towards Jaemin. More. More.
"Ddalgi jam isn't so bad when it's on you," Jaemin murmured when he stopped for a bit, his hot breath blowing onto Jeno's puckering hole.
"P-please...please..." Jeno whispered fervently, scooting his knees backward, trying to shove his backside closer towards Jaemin. His cock was now painfully throbbing, leaking so much as it grazed the cold tiles beneath him. C-can't keep it i-in for much l-longer now, he thought brokenly.
Jaemin held his hips to keep him still before reaching out to scoop out some jam that got on Jeno's torso earlier. He spit at Jeno's hole, making Jeno whine some more, before suddenly plunging in a jam-covered finger. Jaemin's slender finger didn't sting that much, only heightening Jeno's pleasure.
"Ohh-"
Jaemin pushed his finger deeper, crooked it here and there, eliciting more breathy sounds from Jeno. Then suddenly, he brushed against the bundle of nerves, making Jeno gasped hoarsely. Jaemin smiled and pressed.
This was the last straw. Jeno yelled incoherently as he suddenly reached an abrupt climax, strings of semen shooting out and spilling onto the tiles and his stomach as he convulsed and came, his eyes rolling back and his vision swimming.
"Oh my God, did you just came untouched?" Jaemin's voice was disbelieving but also smug.
"S-shut up," Jeno said weakly as he was coming down from his high.
Jaemin chuckled. His finger was still inside Jeno but he didn't move as hesitated and asked, "Do you want to stop and just give me a hand?"
"No!!" Jeno snapped, suddenly alert, as he opened his eyes and scowled at Jaemin. "If you're not gonna fuck me right now, I swear I'm gonna-"
What he was about to do, no one found out, because Jaemin suddenly pressed at his prostate again, making him moan as pleasure strike through. He could feel his cock stirring again, mentally thanking no one in particular that they're both in that eager and fertile age where they could have multiple orgasms without feeling spent.
Jeno moaned and moaned as Jaemin continued with his ministrations, taking his time to carefully prepare Jeno. And although they had done this a dozen times now, Jeno's heart never failed to melt at how Jaemin remained to be gentle and loving every single time. Peppering kisses along Jeno's spine, murmuring compliments, and caressing Jeno's body like a musician touching their instruments as he pumped in and out one finger, two and then three, taking time to scissor and crook it, stopping occasionally to ask if Jeno's hurt in any way, and alternately brushing his prostate teasingly and pressing on it purposely. Jeno couldn't help but melt on the floor, sighing and mewling and breathing heavily as his cock got impossibly hard once more.
Turns out, ddalgi jam is as good as a lubricant. Jeno knew it didn't matter, but his blissfully delirious mind seemed to be thinking of the most mundane and nonsense things at the moment. He couldn't think straight. And Jaemin's not even pounding inside him yet.
Jeno snapped his eyes open (not realizing when he closed them) as he suddenly felt empty. He turned his gaze to peek behind him but before he could see what Jaemin was doing, he was suddenly flipped over. He yelped and grunted as his back hit the floor, glaring half-heartedly at Jaemin as the latter smiled sheepishly at him. He watched as Jaemin grabbed his knees and pushed both of them towards Jeno's chest, exposing his loose, pinkish, puckering hole. Jeno held his ankles as he watched Jaemin with half-lidded eyes who was gathering all the remaining jam that he could find on their bodies. Jaemin then smeared all of them around his cock, pumping once and twice, leaking more semen.
Leaning down and covering Jeno's body with his own, Jaemin caught Jeno's wrists and pinned them down with one hand above his head before catching his lips in a kiss. The kiss was surprisingly gentle and soft, lasting for what seemed like eternity, conveying nothing and everything at once. Then Jaemin broke away moments later, both of them breathless, aroused, and filled with so much emotion as they stared at each other with so much intensity.
"Happy birthday, Jaemin-ah," Jeno whispered, as small, sweet smile tugging at his lips as he gazed at his amazing boyfriend. He didn't know what compelled him to say it - maybe because of the sudden shift of atmosphere? Or maybe because of the heavy electrifying emotions swirling around them? - but Jeno continued, "I want to celebrate each and every one of your upcoming birthdays with you."
The deep implications of what Jeno just said hung in the air between them. Something in Jaemin's eyes shifted but no one blinked as they continued to gaze at each other.
"I love you," Jaemin suddenly whispered, words velvety, seeming to caress Jeno's soul.
Jeno inhaled sharply.
They told each other this every day. But each time they did, it was casually said, sometimes jokingly, mockingly, or they were just pandering to keep the fans excited (they're very aware that a lot of fans, especially international ones, were shipping the both of them, even before they began their relationship). It was sort of given already that they liked each. Heck, they could even feel each other's love through every interaction, they could sense it in the way they danced around each other, in the way they tease and prod and hold each other. But they never said those feelings aloud. At least never seriously. Never sincerely.
Jeno didn't know what made Jaemin said it. In all the times they had sex, he never mentioned it. Nor did Jeno. But whatever the fuck just happened, Jeno didn't care. Because Jaemin finally said it. Seriously and sincerely. And Jeno was crying, he realized. And he was grinning widely, eyes shining as he stared at Jaemin's love-stuck ones.
"I love you too."
Jaemin plunged in.
Jaemin's soft, smooth lips and skin due to years of careful skin care, his body scent mixed with sweat, come and Jeno's own scent, his sharp canines, his overpowering presence, and his warm breath were familiar. The solid, sturdy form, the hard planes, the hard press of his cock, and the strong hands were familiar. The lewd, wet, squelching sound, the stinging pain, the burning stretch, the feeling of being full to the brim, the slapping sound of skins, the shoots of pleasure, and the torturous and wonderful build-up that always left him on edge were familiar. These were all familiar to Jeno and yet surprisingly every time they do it, it felt like they're doing it for the first time. The same giddiness, the same fluttering of the stomach, the same bout of arousal, desire and pleasure, and the same uncertainty, anxiety and nerves of needing to do well and enjoy it at the same time. The feelings were constant and yet they felt more intensified everytime, like the feelings of untouched virgins in their first sex. And Jeno loved all of it and more.
I love him. All of him.
"Jaemin-ah...haa...ahh- ugh...m-more, please...faster...aahh!"
"I g-got you- ugh...l-love...haa-"
The kisses turned frantic and sloppy. Pace quickening, Jaemin pounded into Jeno with an almost reckless abandon. He halted for a bit to take Jeno's legs and slung them over his shoulders. The new position made him thrust deeper. Every thrust was more perfectly aimed. Jeno's prostrate being abused over and over again as Jaemin picked up his pace once more, the older slobbering and screaming and clenching and whining and straining against his hold and shaking beneath him. Jaemin reached out and gripped Jeno's leaking erection, pumping it none too perfectly as he felt getting closer and closer to the edge. Eyes rolling back, Jeno whimpered out encouragement.
"C-close...aah- so c-close..."
"Come for me, Jeno-yah."
At a particularly harsh tug, Jeno cried out loudly, vision darkening as Jaemin pushed and plunged deeper. Screaming and arching his back, Jeno finally reached his climax, his hole clenching tightly, entrapping Jaemin's cock and abruptly forcing him to reach his own climax.
Throughout his second orgasm, Jeno lost consciousness for merely ten seconds before abruptly stirring awake as he felt Jaemin's seed spilling inside him, filling him all up.
Jaemin released his grip on Jeno's wrists and placed Jeno's shaky legs down but didn't pull away. The older let out an oof when Jaemin immediately crashed down on his body, wincing as Jaemin's cock pressed against his oversensitive prostrate. Too weak to push him off, Jeno didn't move and just stared at the ceiling of their bathroom. Their heavy breaths were the only noise around them.
Coming down from his high, Jeno noticed how sticky and filthy his body felt, how sore and scratchy his throat felt, the aches in his wrists, hips, and various parts of his body, the blooming bruises, and the biting coldness of the tiles against his back.
Still, he didn't move. Feeling Jaemin's heavy weight above him, his cock still inside him, his breath on Jeno's neck, his arms around him...Jeno felt content.
"That-" Jaemin suddenly spoke, voice still hoarse and sounding spent yet satisfied, "was amazing."
Jeno nodded, licked his lips then cleared his throat. He wanted to ask about what Jaemin said earlier. Do you mean it? Do you really mean it? It wasn't said at the spur of the moment? Do you actually love me?
But he remembered that this was Jaemin. And he felt assured. The anxious tension that was trying to seep in vanished in a blink of an eye.
Because this is Jaemin. And Jeno trusts him and his words.
So instead, Jeno said, "I feel dirty. That sticky jam's left my skin itchy and filthy." His voice sounded as hoarse as Jaemin's.
"Your fault for letting them do that prank."
"I can't do anything about it. I tried to stop them, you know," he protested weakly.
"Whatever."
Comfortable silence filled the bathroom as they continued catching their breaths.
"We really need to clean up," Jeno said moments later.
Jaemin lifted his head up and they both turned their gazes to each other. A smirk was playing on Jaemin's lips as he asked.
"Shower time?"
"Shower time," Jeno confirmed, a lazy grin forming on his lips.
"Let's use lube this time..."
Another round couldn't hurt. Although, the dreamies might be wondering where we are right now...
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