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Donghyuck is hot, damn near broiling when Renjun leans down into his space with pouted lips and contorted eyebrows.
“Put me in my place, then, yeah?”
He’s daring him, pretty dangerous considering the situation. Renjun wouldn’t be able to stop Donghyuck had he had a little bit less self-control. Renjun sprawls his hands across Donghyuck’s thighs, and that’s the ember that ignites tendrils of heat racing to his dick in a humiliating amount of time.
He stiffens up, and Renjun tips his pretty little head to the side, smiling softly. It’s a nightmare, his hands find their way to Donghyuck’s head, and on instinct, his muscles tremble.
He knows he reeks, that’s obvious, and for once he has no incentive to defend himself or lessen the pine-needle-infused blow. He just lets it leak from his pores, unable to control it, and Renjun releases a soft, sweet puff of air right into his face as he giggles, eyebrows raising.
It’s a melodious tone, perhaps he never really understood Donghyuck up until now, until his perfectly minuscule nose caught a whiff of Donghyuck’s true anguish: wanting.
He gasps cutely, nose crinkled and faux disbelief painting his features. His pretty, pink mouth is on full display.
“You dirty dog,” He tugs gingerly on Donghyuck’s unruly curls, still damp from his cold shower—indeed, his attempt at scrubbing Renjun from his skin had been futile. “I'm not touching you. Can’t even believe you’re insinuating that right now.”
It’s delicious, how Renjun speaks to him like one of his overworked High School teachers. He clicks his tongue and lifts himself off of his knees, and Donghyuck follows him with heavy eyes. Rut-struck and despicably head over heels, infatuated. He swallows, and Renjun smiles down at him with all the innocence in the world.
“You’re really cute when you don’t talk,” He says, stepping between Donghyuck’s open thighs. He leans in and Donghyuck’s heart skips in his chest so abruptly that he can hear his own pulse.
He tries to look unphased, though his eyes cross with how close they’ve become. When Renjun opens his mouth to speak, Donghyuck can’t smell anything but his own personal toothpaste on Renjun’s silky tongue.
“Your dumb voice doesn’t ruin your face this way.”
He stands tall again, and Donghyuck’s neck cranes. To anyone else, comments like these would sting all too unkindly. But Donghyuck knows Renjun, sees him every day in an apartment too small for four people, and accidentally falls asleep cuddling his leg after watching shitty trash television together. He soaks those words in and he lives off of them, no matter good or bad.
“I want to kiss you,” Renjun admits in a chirp, cheeks flush. “ That’s how stupidly cute you look right now.”
Donghyuck nods his head, spellbound. Renjun just rolls his eyes, like he can’t believe Donghyuck is willing to be this deplorable, but he brings his palm down to rest against Donghyuck’s cheek anyway, and like the dirty, no good dog he is, he leans into it instinctively.
There’s no shame in his game; at least, that’s what he tells himself. He repeats it over and over some days, again and again, so that he's left with at least a little bit of morals.
Metaphorically, he has the biggest and bushiest tail anyone has ever seen, and every time Renjun speaks it's methodical, making it wag with an embarrassing amount of enthusiasm. He’s warm and doped up on Renjun’s words, his voice, and the confession sits untouched in the void space of his muddy thoughts.
Donghyuck whimpers when Renjun’s nails scratch gently under his chin. He’s completely shameless.
“Are you always this easy?” Renjun teases, running his other finger up Donghyuck’s neck and past his Adam's apple, a silent request, and Donghyuck lifts his chin impudently.
He tries to speak, but Renjun’s fingers on his skin feel like white-hot electricity and his voice sticks in his throat—thick and gooey.
His chin burns where Renjun's finger is pressed against it, but he manages to shake his head with a bit of dignity anyhow. He inhales long and slow but it doesn’t help; if anything, it just makes the heat in his gut burn even hotter. His entire head is full of Renjun’s scent, and he can’t help but feel like he’s drowning in it.
“You don’t seem so sure,” Renjun says, sucking the roof of his mouth in a way that kicks Donghyuck’s pulse into overdrive.
“To me, it seems like any pretty tail that walks through that front door has just as much of an opportunity as I do, don’t they?” It sounds accusatory. He isn’t asking Donghyuck, he’s telling him.
His legs squeeze together but he shakes his head stubbornly. The balls of his heels ache with the pressure it takes to keep them flat on the floor, and his fingers burn with a fire he can’t quite describe. He’s desperate, and he wants to pull Renjun down into his lap and take him right here and now, but he can’t, that isn’t allowed.
It’s a privilege that isn’t his, and it never will be. He damns Jaemin to hell, and his core feels a little more rotten.
Renjun has no idea, not a fucking clue in the world. Guilt eats at the corners of Donghyuck’s bones, jaw tight-locked so he doesn’t say anything too risky.
With a sigh, Renjun’s eyes cut away from Donghyuck’s face. “I can’t tell what you’re thinking anymore.” He admits, and his finger withdraws from Donghyuck's tingling chin. “Usually it's so easy with you. Are you upset with me?”
Donghyuck's heart sinks. Upset is the understatement of the year. Renjun—maybe—is just as confused and dumb as Donghyuck.
When Renjun’s hand slips away, he’s whimpering to get it back, to feel the prickles of heat that seep into his skin. He chases Renjun’s loving palm, and Renjun almost seems surprised at first, but he laughs again, letting Donghyuck push his forehead into his ribs with the persistence of a toddler. He presses, kneads, and sniffs. He revels in the warmth and safety of Renjun's body and smell. It’s so potent it hurts, and with deliberate pressure, he shoves so hard that Renjun has to take a step back to steady himself.
“You have nothing to worry about.” Donghyuck mumbles and Runjun huffs at first, but he doesn't seem to mind the proximity. Perhaps that’s his mistake because Donghyuck is going to take plenty of advantage. At this moment, in his world, nothing else matters except the two of them.
The angle is weird, Donghyuck tries shifting from Renjun’s silhouette to get a glimpse at his face and there’s something there, a hint of doubt, fear? But then all too similar to before, Renjun’s eyes soften, and another light giggle flutters from his plush lips—and perhaps it’s aimed toward Donghyuck’s disparity or his shamefully transparent scent—but he begins to rub small circles into Donghyuck’s scalp with a tenderness no one’s ever had with him before.
He tugs here and there, pulling little tufts of hair Donghyuck hasn’t managed to comb and curling them around his fingers. Donghyuck groans as he face-plants back into Renjun’s abdomen, his cheek warming on his belly. He roots his face into the fabric of Renjun’s bed shirt, and without any power to stop it, he whimpers again.
“Oh, puppy, ” Renjun says, amused. “What am I going to do with you?” He tutts, and runs his palms—hot and slow—through Donghyuck’s matted hair and down the nape of his burning neck, stopping under the collar of his shirt. Goosebumps spread in their wake, and blood pools in all the areas Renjun digs his palms into.
It takes a practiced amount of restraint for Donghyuck not to get hard in his shorts like a teenage boy. Every touch of Renjun’s fingertips on his skin melts his bones to sap. He’s hopeless. His mouth opens before his mind can catch up, white noise clouding his ears.
“Anything. Do anything.” He pants, and funnily enough, Renjun doesn’t shy away as Donghyuck mindlessly licks at the hairy fabric of his shirt. He sounds so pathetic. What’s worse is he means it. He doesn’t even know how or in what way, he just knows it’s the truth and he hopes Renjun can understand it and piece it together for him.
“You’re going to leave a wet patch, stop it.” He laughs, tapping at Donghyuck’s head. “Mark and Jaemin are going to be here soon.”
Donghyuck deflates.
The reminder does absolutely little to take the edge off. If anything, it annoys him even further. Specs of heat buzz through his arms and legs, and his knees ache the same way they did during his growth spurt.
He ignores Renjun in favor of bringing his wobbly arms up to envelope his slim waist, pulling him in. A silent request. “Oh, I know. It’s so horrible, you big baby.” He coos.
Donghyuck fights tooth and nail not to let his tongue slip out again between sore teeth and find a way to get underneath Renjun’s offensive clothing. He continues to bask in the feeling of Renjun’s nimble fingers combing their way through his hair despite the news, and his fingers circle in sneaky little patterns Donghyuck isn’t conscious enough to figure out. He hums.
Donghyuck doesn’t get to enjoy it for much longer though. Because just as he feels the simmering heat in his joints dissipate, his luck is stripped from him with the buzz of a phone. It’s so close to his face that he can feel the vibrations through Renjun's stomach.
It should be demeaning, wholly inappropriate, but when Donghyuck growls into Renjun’s belly button, surprisingly his only punishment is a gentle manhandling. He’s pushed away at the forehead by small, devastating hands as a sympathetic smile plays at the corners of his lips, mouthing an apology.
He digs his phone from his pocket and Donghyuck watches as Renjun's expression shifts even further. He looks genuinely disappointed. "It’s them."
Donghyuck hardly fakes a smile, he can't help but feel pitiful as Renjun’s eyes lock on his. He slowly kneels down for him again, a frown etched across his face. He looks up at Donghyuck, eyelashes long.
“I have to go now,” He’s preparing him, setting him up for the astronomically huge pair of blue-balls he’s going to have to deal with once Renjun walks out of that front door—unbeknownst to him.
Donghyuck wonders if Renjun would be upset if Jaemin and Mark somehow disappeared from existence for the mere sake of being out of Donghyuck’s way. Cock-blocking is incredibly uncool and old-fashioned. He blinks back the bitterness that pools in his entire nervous system, and once more to slow the erratic beating in his wrists.
Renjun stares up at him with all the care in the world. It’s so damn hard to focus looking at a face like that, and his patience is cracking, boiling under the surface. How is Renjun so calm, so immovable, so sure?
“Will you be okay while I’m gone?”
He shakes his head. “Stay.” He mumbles. He sounds so fucking gone, so dumbed-down. His stomach churns in an ugly way, knotting twelve times over.
“Honey, I can’t.”
That isn’t good enough, not for Donghyuck. His jaw tightens, and when Renjun reaches up carefully to wrap arms around Donghyuck’s pounding skull, he lets his head drop into Renjun’s shoulder. His body hurts, and his dick is painfully hard.
“You poor, poor thing.”