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Of course Jaemin knew Haechan liked to get manhandled. With all the whining and clinging he does you’d have to be pretty stupid to not know, and Jaemin is a particularly smart boy.
But it’s one thing to see it on stage and in dance practice rooms and another thing to hear him get what seemed to be a mind-blowing orgasm in the room next to his.
And Jaemin, he’s not a particularly competitive person, not at all.
Actually, scratch that. Jaemin is only competitive when he’s confident he could do better.
He’s sure Jisung did well if Donghyuck’s… enthusiastic praising is anything to go by, but Jisung, sweet Jisung, he could never be truly mean the way Donghyuck wants.
That’s why Donghyuck bothers people like Mark, and Jeno, who have no qualms in punching him until his knees bend.
Like Jaemin.
It’s not in his nature, really. Jaemin would never want to squeeze Renjun until he whined from pain. He would never want to thread his fingers through Mark’s hair and pull until he teared up. He’s a caretaker, he doesn’t cause the pain, he fixes it.
But there’s Donghyuck. Donghyuck with his long legs, a frame so small Jaemin could lift him like the doll he is. The whiny voice and those plump limps Jaemin wants to take a bite from. He has more wit dripping from his tongue than anyone Jaemin knows, and an attitude that begs to be seen, and all Jaemin wants to do is shut him up, make Donghyuck look at him for a change.
So, he could do better and give Donghyuck what he really wants, it’s just a matter of when.
Jaemin bids his time. There’s too many factors to consider, like their schedules. He will fuck Donghyuck so they can’t be performing the next day. He does not want to fuck at his apartment so it has to be at the dorms, which means he needs to lure Haechan from his dorms first. And everyone else has to be out that day, because. Well, because Jaemin, maybe, kind of has a possessive thing going on and he doesn’t want anyone else to hear how Donghyuck sounds.
These are all things he has kept in mind until this moment, this very moment.
He has to control the manic smile that threatens to split his face in two when he realizes it’s the perfect opportunity.
Comeback season is always a whirlwind. Add finishing a tour and having members in more than one unit and it becomes downright impossible. They’ve been in the practice room the whole day, and finally, nearly 12 hours later, their choreographer deems them good enough to go home for the day.
In an uncommon bout of kindness from their company, they get a rest day tomorrow, and it’s palpable in the air with how relieved they all look in between the sweat and exhaustion.
“Let’s go get dinner,” is what Chenle had announced as soon as they got the good to go, and that of course dissolved the room into a debate of what they should eat and where, Donghyuck the most enthusiastic of them all at both food and friendship bonding.
But Jaemin has a plan and it’s now or wait another stupid amount of weeks until God grants him such divine timing again, so he strikes while he still can.
“Donghyuck-ah,” Jaemin says to the whole room, though no one really pays him any mind. Jaemin doubts they can even hear it over Mark and Chenle fighting over what they should eat and where they should go.
He almost thinks Donghyuck didn’t hear him either, over all the noise, but as he’s opening his mouth to repeat himself, those wide eyes turn to him. Him and Mark have an awful case of always looking shocked, and for a moment of weakness, it makes Jaemin want to pinch his cheeks and coo. He doesn’t though. That’s something they do with everyone else except each other for… whatever competition it is they always have going on. Jaemin knows he can’t put up a cute act to pull this off anyway, that will not work with Donghyuck, master manipulator that he is himself. No, he has to look serious and honest, enough that Donghyuck would feel bad saying no.
They’re all huddled into a little circle in the corner of the room, Donghyuck, for once, not right in the middle of it all. He’s at the edges, watching with a barely-there smirk as Chenle gets more winded.
Jaemin walks silently up to him, close until their shoes almost bump together, close enough to be able to smell the cologne and musk that make Hyuck smell so good Jaemin’s gums practically ache with how bad he wants to bite. He takes a hold of his wrist, feeling the soft skin and thin bones under his fingers. Delicate. Jaemin’s fingers circle it with no problem at all.
“Yeah?” Donghyuck asks, still wide eyed, looking pink-pretty and glossy from all the sweating and dancing of today. His hair is getting long enough to braid into pretty styles, but right now it’s just a mess of waves he keeps pulling away from his eyes when they stick to his forehead. He looks gorgeous, is what Jaemin is getting at. Sweaty and tired but gorgeous, so any guilt he might feel for his little white lie he’s about to tell quickly dissipates.
“I’m having trouble with the choreo,” Jaemin lies. Donghyuck’s frown lets him know Donghyuck is thinking about Jaemin this afternoon and wondering if he saw him struggle but, well, they’re all familiar with having bouts of perfectionism. He won’t remember but he won’t question it either. “Stay and help, please? I’ll cook dinner for you at the dorms.” Being here is the last thing either of them wants, so Jaemin doesn’t plan to stay longer than thirty minutes, if that.
He watches Donghyuck sweep his eyes around the room, gnawing at his bottom lip in deep contemplation. He imagines biting that same lip until the skin breaks and almost starts salivating. “Okay, yeah, sure,” Donghyuck agrees, not reluctantly but definitely tired. He feels a little guilty again, but he promises to make it up to him later. He’ll make it worth the while.
He runs an approving hand up the delicate wrist, up his arm, feeling the warm skin and relishing in it. His strong shoulder, the side of his neck, to finally bury his fingers into the matted hairs at the base of Donghyuck’s skull. He doesn’t pull, not yet at least. He just holds the back of his head, feeling it when Donghyuck relaxes his tired muscles and Jaemin has to hold the weight of his head up. Donghyuck can be pretty sweet when he wants to be. It’s the dangerous thing about him; he’s hardly easy and sweet, but you still want him. With all the mess and barbed-wire attitude of his.
Jaemin used to deprive himself of it. It felt too much like losing, if he gave in to Donghyuck’s whims, just another one of the pretty boys that fell for Donghyuck. But lately, there’s just been something he can’t ignore in Haechan. He thinks it’s the way he has grown into himself, how he wears his confidence differently nowadays. It used to be like a wall of defense before, whereas now it’s just second nature. The way he makes rooms light up with his humor, and the honey of his voice when he sings. The lines of his body when he dances, looking like art in stop motion. Just… all of it, tempting Jaemin.
He's tired of telling himself no. Plus, they’re older now. Jaemin can deal with being just another one of Hyuck’s pretty boys if that’s all he’s going to be.
“Haechan and I are staying,” Jaemin announces, eyes still stuck on Donghyuck’s profile. He’s still on Jaemin’s palm, eyes closed, skin still glowing. The room falls into silence for a moment, the other five giving them uncertain eyes. Which is dumb because it’s not like he and Donghyuck can’t be alone together.
“You guys should rest,” Mark tells them, tone kind and concerned. Though behind the leaderly concern he also gives them an uncertain look, like saying, you? And him? Jaemin tries to not let it annoy him. (It’s not working too well.)
“It’ll just be a moment, hyung, don’t get your panties in a twist.” Donghyuck reassures them, the words making Mark roll his eyes, predictable and playing right into Haechan’s palms. His eyes are still closed and Jaemin’s arm is starting to ache so he lets him go slowly, even as Donghyuck pouts, stepping behind him so he can wrap his arms around him instead. Donghyuck freezes in his arms for a moment, just a second, before melting into him with a happy sigh.
“Promise to get him home soon, hyung,” Jaemin reassures him too, and that promise at least he will make sure to make good on.
The guys slowly file out the room, taking all the energy with them, and soon it’s just him and Donghyuck in the corner of the room, still cuddled but not in any rush to move yet. Jaemin takes the opportunity to press his nose to the nape of his neck and inhale quietly. Sweat and man and, surprisingly, flowers.
“Weirdo,” Hyuck mumbles. He’s pleased though, Jaemin can tell in the way he cranes his neck to the side better so he can get closer and get his fill. Playing hard to get when for once all Jaemin wants to do is give him everything he wants. “What do you even need help with?”
Jaemin blurts the first thing that comes to mind. “The chorus.”
Reluctantly he lets Donghyuck go when he straightens out, twisting and stretching his tired limbs. “Let’s go then.”
They’re on their third run through of the choreo when Donghyuck dramatically drops to the floor, the demo still playing on the speakers. He throws an accusatory look at Jaemin like that, upside down and looking kinda dumb. “I don’t get it. You’re doing the choreo perfectly.”
Jaemin tries to shrug at him innocently. He sits down next to Donghyuck’s head, albeit more graceful than just flopping down. “It just didn’t feel right.”
“Well, it is,” he’s all pouts and petulance right now, crawling on the floor so he can flop his head on Jaemin’s lap. “You’re just being a perfectionist. Again.”
“Let’s go home then,” Jaemin tells him, maybe giving up too quickly, but Donghyuck is too tired to find him suspicious right now. He pats his head and Donghyuck obediently lifts it up, smiling at the hand Jaemin offers once he stands up. They pick up their things in companionable silence, turning off all the equipment and the lights.
The ride back home is quiet. Donghyuck spends half of it fucking around with his phone and the other half with his head bouncing lightly against the window, eyes closed and looking like the poster-picture of serenity. Jaemin on the other hand spends it trying to tame down the growing excitement that’s bubbling away in his gut. Part of him isn’t even sure Donghyuck will go alone with this but, call it confidence, call it wishful thinking, he simply has a feeling that Donghyuck will go along with what he’s offering.
Donghyuck slumps all his weight on Jaemin as they go up the elevator even though there’s many other perfectly fine walls to lean on during the admittedly not that long elevator ride, but Jaemin doesn’t mind. If anything he feels the heat that Donghyuck radiates into his skin and finds that it’s intoxicating, even through all the layers separating them.
The elevator opens on their floor. Donghyuck doesn’t move. Jaemin knew better than to trust all that sleepiness and softness. “Come on, then,” he mumbles, pinching the smooth skin on the inside of Donghyuck’s arm and pulling. Donghyuck starts whining immediately, but Jaemin pretends not to hear him, just leads him to the dorms.
They’re blissfully quiet and empty like he had been hoping for, and it will remain like that for a while. If they happen to come earlier, well… Jaemin will deal with that when the time comes. They walk in the darkness towards the kitchen, finally turning on the warm yellow light there. Instead of sitting on the small table, Donghyuck jumps on the counter next to the stove. It’s in the way of Jaemin’s cooking and he knows it, but Jaemin doesn’t say anything, completely fine with having him within an arm’s reach. He starts pulling out ingredients, stuff he knows Hyuck will like. It might not be kimchi jjigae, but he’s not trying to romance him that much anyway.
“You like an egg in your ramyeon, right?” Jaemin asks while setting a pot with water on the stove to boil while he works, he does it just to spark conversation. He already knows he does. Donghyuck hums, starting to sing softly under his breath, his head thrown back against the wall, so his throat looks long and lovely. He really is in his way, Jaemin has to start chopping vegetables and meat next to him instead of next to the stove, but it’s not so bad. The mood is comfortable, a little bit sleepy. Donghyuck isn’t bouncing around the walls with a crazy amount of energy like he usually would be, and they’re also not bickering trying to see who can piss off the other more. It’s nice.
He taps Donghyuck’s thigh once with his wooden chipsticks as he passes by with a chopping board, adding all the meat and vegetables, getting the broth packets from their noodles and pouring that in, too. He’ll add the instant noodles and eggs later, but now it’s just up to waiting.
It’s all a waiting game.
In the meantime, he nudges Donghyuck’s thighs apart to fit himself between them. Donghyuck blinks his eyes at him like a confused kitten, looking at Jaemin between his legs like he really has no idea how that could’ve happened. “What,” he mumbles, voice dripping in honey. He looks cute when he’s trying to pretend like he still has the upper hand here.
Jaemin lets himself run a hand up his calf to his thigh and squeeze, not too much yet, just enough to tease him a little, to make sure Donghyuck is more than aware of his presence. It makes him sit up a little, scoots him closer to Jaemin’s front and his curious fingers. He has to tilt his head up to look at Donghyuck in the eyes like this, but that also works into the whole thing. He wants Donghyuck to feel all high and mighty, and then cup him in his hands and mold him into something entirely new. Something that screams Jeamin did this to him.
“Why.” Donghyuck asks again. He’s so easy, already getting all fidgety and flustered. Jaemin’s glad he can still make Donghyuck feel out of his depth; right now he’s eyes are stuck just somewhere to the side of Jaemin’s nose, unable to make eye contact yet still refusing to back down. So cute.
“Hmm?” Jaemin hums back, making sure his voice is all deep and rumbling. He’s trying to tamp down the smirk threatening to pop on his lips and doing an abissmal job at it. “Nothing, just getting comfortable.”
Donghyuck scoffs, finally meeting his eyes just to raise a skeptical eyebrow at him. “You’re being too nice.”
Said with so much suspiscion. Perfect for what Jaemin intends to do.
“What, you don’t like it when I’m nice to you?”
Donghyuck watches the hand on his thigh like it’s going to hurt him. Jaemin squeezes again, harder this time, just to watch him squirm. His legs tighten around Jaemin’s hips and relax almost immediately, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to get closer or not.
“Yeah, it’s weird, don’t do that.” He’s still talking big, as if he wasn’t fighting his body to not get closer to Jaemin already. Jaemin makes the tough choice for him and grabs him by both thighs, wrapping them tighter around his waist, then digging in his fingers, hard, into all that supple muscle that is hiding away from him behind those stupid Adidas sweatpants Hyuck likes so much. The little gasp Donghyuck let’s out is delicious, Jaemin can almost taste it on his tongue.
He can already feel himself stirr in his sweats, and nothing’s even happened. He needs to calm down, part of the fun is getting to mess around first. A cat, playing around with its prey.
He mulls over what to respond to that. He doesn’t have much time, otherwise the vegetables will get mushy and then he’ll have another problem in his hands, a tired, hangry Donghyuck is not one he likes to deal with.
“Ah,” Jaemin gasps at him, finally letting his lips lift into the smirk he had been fighting against. The frown that meets Donghyuck’s eyebrows is both amusing and satisfying. “That’s right. You like it when we’re mean to you, don’t you, Haechan-ah?”
Neither of them had brought up The Night since Jaemin teased him that day on the way to the airport, Donghyuck out of shame and Jaemin because he felt no need to. Finally, there’s that blush Jaemin likes so much, starting at the tips of his ears and slowly seeping down to his cheeks.
“You’re an asshole,” Donghyuck uses his hands to push Jaemin away by the chest, but it’ll take more effort than that. He doesn’t budge, widening his eyes in fake shock when Donghyuck’s own go wide, too. Donghyuck doesn’t take his hands back, fingers twitching on the firm muscles.
The pot starts bubbling away. The food, he needs to get to the food.
He grabs one delicate wrist after the other in one hand, reluctantly stepping away from the warm embrace of Donghyuck’s gorgeous legs but pressing the hands into Donghyuck’s soft stomach. Donghyuck lets him, mouth parted just a smidge, if they were to kiss right now their lips would slot perfectly.
Jaemin doesn’t deign him with a response. He’s too horny to be witty. He walks around him to get back to the stove, humming under his breath to distract his dick and all the blood rushing south. The room is tense now, heavy, Jaemin knows he left Donghyuck wondering what the fuck just happened, and that’s half the fun also.
He can’t believe he was depriving himself of this. All that tan skin and soft plush for the taking, what was Jaemin even fighting for?
He finishes the food off by finally putting in the noodles and eggs to cook, lowering the heat of the stove. In the meantime Donghyuck has been staring holes into the side of his face, his hands still pressed to his stomach so obediently. Jaemin sends a smile his way, something small and at complete odds with everything else that went on in the past few minutes. A smile he knows will make him feel uneasy.
“Set the table, please?”
Donghyuck blinks at him once, twice, his round eyes all cute and confused. He kicks into movement like a restarted computer, seeming to move on autopilot even if he’s still disoriented. Meanwhile Jaemin busies himself with turning off the stove and taking the bowls Donghyuck passes him wordlessly, plating their food and taking it to the table. He almost just wants to skip this step, a pesky thing he has to do before he can get to what he really wants to eat, but. Don’t skip a meal and all that. Plus, they danced for over ten hours, if they don’t eat they might end up murdering each other, so with that in mind he takes the chopsticks and digs in.
They’ve been eating in silence for a few minutes when Donghyuck pipes up. “Thank you for the food,” he murmurs, chopsticks tapping against the ceramic bowl between bites. He’s still all out of sorts, Jaemin has to once again control himself to not coo at him.
“Thank you for staying to help.” Jaemin says instead of calling him a cutie like he so badly wants to. Donghyuck, even as he slurps noodles into his mouth, starts pouting.
“You didn’t even need help,” he whines, his cheeks all puffed up with food. It should be gross, he’s kind of talking with his mouth all full of food, but maybe Jaemin is more whipped than he thought; even that he finds endearing. Then Donghyuck’s pudgy mouth stars quirking into a little smirk. “If you wanted me all alone, all you had to do was ask, Jaemin-ah.”
See, this is what Jaemin was talking about before. All that posturing and for what? Their little game has always been interesting but for once Jaemin is more interested in the reward he might get if only he gives up.
He’s giving up, and going all in. “Okay, I’ll keep that in mind for next time.” He sounds too honest. Donghyuck wasn’t expecting this answer either; his chopsticks stop midway to his mouth, dripping broth and egg yolk on the table. He drops it back in his bowl with a huff.
“Okay, what do you want?”
“What?”
“This whole being nice to me, cooking for me, it’s weird!”
Jaemin purposefully chews his food extra slowly, buying himself some time while he deliberates on his next move. On the one hand he could keep toying with Donghyuck until he got exasperated, which requires too much effort but is also very amusing for him. On the other hand, he could stop messing around and just get straight to the point, which at this point is making him nervous with the possibility of it all failing.
“I’ve cooked for you before,” he ventures with after swallowing. Donghyuck’s mouth parts to start debating that, but Jaemin cuts in before he can do that. “I keep forgetting you like me mean, doll.”
How satisfying it is, to leave Donghyuck, known chatterbox, speechless.
The nickname honestly spills unintentionally. Jaemin had been saving it for later, where it would leave a little more impact. He wants to call Donghyuck many things, not all as nice as this one, but definitely top of the list. He is quite lovely, soft like a doll, just as easy to pick up and shape him just how Jaemin wants. This is satisfying too, taking in the shocked silence and slack face. The faintest hint of pink that starts blooming on his cheeks.
“Why are you bringing that up now?” He asks, picking his chopsticks up again and shoving a mouthful of lukewarm noodles into his mouth rather grumpily. Jaemin decides he’s too excited to keep eating and pushes his half-eaten bowl to the side. He leans a cheek on his hand, watching while Donghyuck shovels food into his mouth with growing nerves. A nice, shapely eyebrow is raised at him when he continues to receive no response, and Jaemin just shrugs at him, rather enjoying him being the nuisance for once.
“No reason,” he has many reasons, like how he hasn’t been able to forget how obscene Donghyuck sounded, muffled as he was through the hotel walls. Another reason would be Donghyuck’s thighs, which he has been subjected to seeing more the hotter the weather gets. Also the many years Jaemin has been ignoring the little niggling desire he gets in his stomach every time Donghyuck gets too close, maybe that, too.
“It’s just funny you went to Jisung of all people for that, is all.” He tried not to sound affected and failed it spectacularly. Jealous, though he’s not sure who he is more jealous of. Donghyuck latches right on his displeasure, giving Jaemin an incredulous smile.
“Are you jealous? Is that it?” Donghyuck asks, also pushing his (empty) bowl aside and leaning closer to Jaemin on the small table. They’re too far away from each other; everything feels far away when all he wants to do is be buried inside Donghyuck’s asphyxiating heat.
Well, now or never he supposes. He stands up from the table, barely sparing a thought to all the empty dishes he’s leaving but, whatever, priorities. Donghyuck watches him move around the table cautiously, very much playing the part of the prey that got caught. “Not jealous,” Jaemin murmurs —lying, always lying— he slides behind Donghyuck’s chair, who twists his back in what must feel uncomfortable after hours of dancing nonstop, so they can look at each other.
The suspicion is obvious in his round face, apprehension, too. But so is the underlying excitement and the interest that is so palpable in the room. Jaemin wraps his hand around the nape of Donghyuck’s neck and squeezes, light but enough for Donghyuck to straighten up. He’s slightly sweaty under his palm, not that Jaemin minds, rather he likes the way his warm skin feels under his fingers.
“Not jealous, doll, just confident I could do better.”
It gets him an immediate reaction, one that is even more satisfying that anything he could have imagined. He expected Donghyuck to scoff, to put up a whole show on how this is ridiculous, Jaemin is ridiculous, and make a joke out of the whole thing.
But he doesn’t do any of that.
He turns gooey under Jaemin’s hand, and Jaemin doesn’t resist the instinct of threading his fingers on the long, matted hair at the back of his head and pulling, so his pretty face is tilted higher, and Jaemin can look at him in the eye when they speak. Donghyuck’s head goes obediently, though he winces at how Jaemin’s hand forces him to twist even more awkwardly. He wants to pull harder, just to watch Donghyuck bloom, but doesn’t. That can come later; for now, he ponders his words. He needs to say the right thing, so that he can pull this off.
“What are you saying?” Donghyuck asks, not defiant but something better, something shy. Jaemin didn’t really want to make Donghyuck behave, mostly because he knew that Donghyuck, deep down, can be sweet like this. Like he wants to be pliant and soft. He’s not going to be easy like this often, but he’s glad he chose today to behave well. Jaemin wants to give him everything he wants, so that he doesn’t go around asking other men for what Jaemmin can give him good and well.
“I’m saying…” he feels the hesitation try to seep its way in, but Jaemin staves it off. There’s no place for second guessing himself now, not when Donghyuck’s eyes are looking up at him like this. “I’m saying, let me show you I can do better.”
“Better…” Donghyuck repeats, sounding just the slightest bit dazed. “You want to-”
He cuts himself off before finishing that sentence. It hits Jaemin then, that the fear of rejection is mutual. They’re so dumb; they’ve been fighting against this for so long, now that it’s here, they don’t know how to deal with it. It makes something warm bloom in his chest, to know that he’s not the only one who’s feeling unsure about this.
He tilts Donghyuck’s head higher, bringing his other hand up so he can cup a warm cheek with it. His skin is smooth, looking so pretty in his shock and nerves. He thumbs at the plush lower lip, pushing and reveling in the way the skin turns pink with the pressure. Donghyuck’s breath catches in his chest, it’s small but in the tension of the room Jaemin would be able to hear a pin drop right now.
“I want you,” Jaemin confesses, the most honest he has ever been with Donghyuck in the years they’ve known each other. “I want to make you feel good.” He adds, maybe to soften the intensity of his words. .
Donghyuck freezes, full body. Jaemin’s gut knots up thinking he’s fucked up everything by saying it out loud. But then Donghyuck exhales, deep and short, nodding his head once. “Me too,” he whispers, so soft Jaemin almost doesn’t catch it.
But he does hear it, and it’s like floodgates open up inside him. He finally follows the instinct to pull him by the hair so that Donghyuck can stand up, and he follows easily, pliant and eager to get closer, too. Their height difference is minimal but Jaemin uses it to his advantage; he wants to make Donghyuck feel at his mercy and love it.
Jaemin crowds him against the table and kisses him. He’s thought about this for years, how it would feel like, how he’d do it. He’d imagined himself angry a lot, exasperated, annoyed… he’s none of those right now.
He’s happy, and he kisses Donghyuck like he won’t get a chance to do it again. His mouth is soft beneath Jaemin’s, burning, one of his hands coming up to clutch to the front of his shirt and bring himself impossibly closer. Their lips slot together and come apart with a slick sound that makes his skin break out into goosebumps.
They’re not close enough.
Jaemin uses his free hand to grab under Donghyuck’s thigh and uses all his strength to prop him on the table. The cutlery still there shakes and threatens to fall to the ground but he doesn’t pay it any mind, could hardly hear it over the surprised moan Donghyuck lets out. He’s not able to resist it when a lecherous smile does make its way on his face. Donghyuck doesn’t even have the time to get annoyed at him, simply takes the opportunity to slip his tongue against the seam of his lips.
It quickly dissolves into something dirty and desperate. There’s no finesse, no rhythm to it; it’s hot and wet and Jaemin will go absolutely fucking insane after this. How will he see Donghyuck and have to resist him when he sounds like this, feels like this?
He slides his mouth down the side of Donghyuck’s lips towards his neck, trying to catch his breath. Donghyuck’s skin is salty with sweat from a long day at work. He smells good, Jaemin sinks his teeth into the tendon right on the side of his neck, laving his tongue over it to soften the sting of his bite.
“J-Jaemin,” Donghyuck pants into his ear, already winded when all they’ve done is kiss. He runs his hands up Jaemin’s chest, down his shoulders and arms, squeezing at the muscle every time Jaemin bites at the tender skin of his neck and jaw. “Jaemin, bedroom?”
Jaemin doesn’t particularly want to move; he wants to sink to his knees right here in the kitchen, wrap Donghyuck’s thighs around his head, and suffocate. He moves his mouth back to those pouty lips and bites there, too, quickly becoming addicted to every single sound that spills from Donghyuck’s lips, loving the way he can feel his body shiver against him. Just this, kissing and feeling him under his hands, has Jaemin half-hard in his sweatpants.
Bedroom. Jaemin should take him to the bedroom.
He separates the kiss by pulling on the strands of hair still tangled in his fingers. Donghyuck goes with a whine, opening heavy-lidded eyes to look at him, a frown forming on his blissed-out face. “Why?” Is all he asks, trying to scoot closer on the table towards Jaemin’s body, wrapping his legs tight around Jaemin’s waist.
That works perfectly well for Jaemin.
“Let’s go, baby,” Jaemin says, and then, picks him up. Donghyuck gasps like he seriously didn’t expect it, as if it’s not something Jaemin had been building up to the whole night. He yelps, legs going even tighter around him. It presses him right up to Jaemin’s front, where he can feel how hard Donghyuck was getting too. He starts making his way to the bedroom, barely able to see in the darkness the dorms are shrouded in. Donghyuck feels light, which means all those hours Jaemin spends in the gym have served their purpose. He runs his hand over the thighs around his waist and settles them on Donghyuck’s ass. He wants to squeeze them, slap them, maybe, but he does none of that, instead finally letting himself coo at Donghyuck like he has been wanting to all night. “C’mon, doll, let’s get you to the bed.”
Donghyuck buries his face on the side of Jaemin’s neck. “Stop calling me names…” He whines, but it comes out all soft. It gets Jaemin to chuckle. He loves the side of Donghyuck that can’t help but be defiant just for the sake of it, the one that is an unstoppable force, and he loves this one, too. The shy, vulnerable one that hides his embarrassed face from Jaemin’s eyes.
“Why?” Jaemin asks, finally finding the door to his old bedroom and kicking the door open once he’s close enough. It’s dark here too, nothing but moonlight shrouding his bed, but Jaemin makes his way easily enough. He only considers his next move for a split second, but, well, this all did start from Donghyuck’s need to be manhandled, so.
Jaemin throws him roughly on the bed, laughing at the yelp he lets out when he bounces on the mattress. He decides to turn on the bedside lamp last minute; he doesn’t want to miss a single moment of this.
“Why?” He repeats, climbing over Donghyuck’s starfished body, caging him in on the bed. His hair is a mess, his lips already pink and swollen. He has the little frown on his face that Jaemin can’t resist; he leans down to kiss it, and since he’s there already, kisses his forehead, his right cheek, the side of his nose. He reaches his lips and kisses them, too, closed-mouth and dry and maybe too sweet for what the mood calls.
He doesn’t care. He will not get in the habit of refusing himself things when it comes to Donghyuck anymore.
“You are a doll, and my baby,” Jaemin explains when he pulls away. He watches fascinated as color starts to flood Donghyuck’s tan cheeks. So it’s okay to kiss and he can moan like a whore, but a few nicknames have him melting like this? “You look so pretty, Hyuckie.”
Donghyuck’s hands start making their way to his face, but Jaemin grabs them before they could even get close enough. He refuses to miss any of the pretty faces Donghyuck will make; he wants to memorize it all. He brings the delicate wrists and settles them on his shoulders, where Donghyuck immediately clings and pulls, quickly ridding themselves of the space between them.
“You’re talking too much, and not fucking me enough,” Donghyuck complains. Jaemin doesn’t even have it in him to get irritated. It’s funny, if anything, that Donghyuck still doesn’t know how to ask for what he wants. He knows how to ask for everything except for the things he really wants; then it’s too real, too honest, and he gets all difficult like this.
“Desperate?” Jaemin asks anyway, just to annoy him. He lets his body weight press Donghyuck into the mattress, boiling skin pressed together. Donghyuck is still hard, Jaemin is, too; he grinds his hip in a tight little circle, and the reaction is instantaneous. Donghyuck whimpers, Jaemin groans, and just like that the flip is switched. Just like that all his patience evaporates, if he doesn’t get inside Donghyuck right this second he will go crazy. “You want me to fuck you, sweetheart?”
His hips thrust again, delicious friction even through all the layers, he doesn’t wait for any response. He leans down to kiss Donghyuck just as his lips part again, loving the way he tastes, sucking on his tongue and swallowing down all of the sweet little sounds Donghyuck is making at the back of his throat. He could do this for hours, he thinks deliriously, just hours with their mouths pressed together while Donghyuck cries out for him.
Jaemin sits them up and Donghyuck goes with him easily, and only then does he separate from him. Those sleepy eyes blink at him in confusion.
“Why do you keep doing that!”
“To ge to the actual fucking I do have to stop kissing you,” Jaemin tells him patiently. He rids himself of his shirt, throwing it carelessly somewhere in the room. He tries not to feel too smug when he catches Donghyuck’s eyes stuck on his chest. Once that’s gone he grabs Donghyuck’s hips and brings him closer, fingers toying with the elastic band of his sweatpants. “Can I?”
Donghyuck doesn’t hesitate. He nods as soon as the words are out of his mouth, even moves to take off his shirt himself. He’s all sun-drenched skin and dotted with moles all over. He’s beautiful; Jaemin’s always known this. He has always been handsome, always had the sort of pretty face that would get him whatever he wants.
But it hits him differently right now. Donghyuck is all smooth tan skin and constellations on his body, and Jaemin gets to touch it all. For a moment he forgets all about roughing him up. He feels like he should be reverent with this moment; he should touch him with hands that are patient and kiss him softly. Love making, as corny as it sounds, but for a moment Jaemin just wants to love him.
“Jaemin, touch me.” Donghyuck asks him, commands, laying back on the bed. He brings his fingers to his own chest and runs them down lightly, just a teasing touch, and Jaemin is reminded what they’re here for. He’s filled with such desperation then, pulling down his sweatpants and underwear all in one rough pull. Donghyuck’s cock bounces on his lower stomach with a wet sound. The head is starting to turn an angry pink, and he’s wet, steadily dripping down his shaft in nice little rivulets.
The hand not on his chest tries to reach down, and moving on instinct, Jaemin slaps it away. He’s not sure what resonates louder, the smack or Donghyuck’s moan, but they both echo in his ears.
“I’m the only one allowed to touch you tonight,” he’s never heard himself sound like this, so deep and bothered, but Donghyuck seems to like it. His body shivers and he obediently nods, setting his own shaking hands over his head on the pillow and leaving them there, one bony wrist over the other. Jaemin’s mouth waters; all that skin, all those muscles, his for the taking.
Jaemin dips down and takes a nipple into his mouth. Donghyuck’s body arches right up into his mouth, spine bending in a way that almost seems painful. His fingers move to pinch the other nipple at the same time he sucks again. Donghyuck cries his name out, loud in the otherwise quiet apartment, a little bit wet and entirely needy. Jaemin doesn’t let up; switches sides to make sure he leaves both nipples pebbled and wet. He parts with a loud pop! to admire his work, they’re hard and shiny with spit, Donghyuck twitching under him, his eyes shut tightly and his hands in fists.
All for him.
“God, Hyuck,” Jaemin finds himself saying, running his hands up his chest and back down to his stomach. The skin under his palms breaks out in goosebumps and he thinks, I’m fucked. He’ll go greedy with this, this heady power to have someone like Donghyuck under him so lost already. “You look so fucking good.”
Donghyuck’s hands twitch on the mattress, no doubt wanting to hide away again, but he doesn’t move them. Instead he faces Jaemin’s eyes head on. Donghyuck’s pupils are blown so wide he cannot even see the warm brown of his irises anymore.
“Fuck me,” he says, and he’s not begging, but his voice is so trembly it might as well be. “Jisung didn’t take this long last time.”
Jaemin’s mood instantly sours.
The crazed smile that stretches across his face is inevitable. One more comment like that and his eye might start twitching. “Don’t bring up other men when you’re so asking me so nicely to fuck you.” Defiant, so fucking strong-headed; Donghyuck rolls his eyes, head flopping to the side. So fucking stubborn; he could just ask for this but no, he has to annoy Jaemin instead just to feel like he’s still winning when Jaemin breaks him apart.
Jaemin doesn’t let him run away. He grabs him by the chin, his grip rough, but when Donghyuck gasps he knows it’s exactly what he was waiting for. One hand on his face, he uses his other hand to grip Donghyuck’s cock by the base and give it one long, slow, jerk, his fist tight to the point it might hurt.
Donghyuck ruts into the touch, biting his bottom lip to try and muffle the guttural moan that he lets out. Jaemin smirks wider, doing it again, and again, watching him desperately try to get off even when the grip is dry and painful. “You know what else Jisung didn't do? He didn’t get to fuck you, but here you are, with me.” Jaemin says, his voice just on this side of mocking. Donghyuck doesn’t have a smart comment for that, too busy trying to fuck into his fist, or maybe away from it, like his body can’t decide if he likes it or not.
Jaemin makes the choice for him, letting him go mid-stroke and laughing when it makes Donghyuck whine. This is what Jaemin was supposed to do tonight before he got all tangled up in his feelings. To be mean, to drive Donghyuck to the edge and pull him away again and again.
His hand is wet with Donghyuck’s precome, and he uses it to slide his hand down, down between his legs and press his thumb to rub Donghyuck’s hole. It’s like electricity, with the way Donghyuck’s body jerks away and back to his finger. Jaemin grabs one of his thighs and pulls him to his body for good measure. It’s too dry to put his finger inside, but still Donghyuck’s body swallows the very tip of his thumb, hardly in at all but already he’s hot, too tight.
Donghyuck whimpers again, at Jaemin’s mercy and helpless to do anything about it. “I won’t do it again,” he promises, his voice finally going all honey-suckled and sweet. Like a siren’s song, Jaemin feels himself soften to it already. He would give Donghyuck everything he asked for if he talked like this all the time, so lovely and melodic. “Won’t talk about anyone else if you please just fuck me already.”
Jaemin would want to make him beg a little more, but he wants to fuck Donghyuck way more than to stroke his ego. In his Donghyuck-induced daze his own arousal had become secondary to everything else, but now that things are finally progressing, he’s hit with how hard he is, the tent in his sweatpants obnoxiously obvious, a stain long-formed on the front of the fabric. He reluctantly stands to grab the lube and a condom he had so-conveniently left in the nightstand, and since he’s already up, pulls off the rest of his clothes.
He doesn’t resist the pride this time around when Donghyuck stares at his body like he can hardly believe it. They’ve seen each other naked before but never like this, and Jaemin takes the chance to bask in it. The tension in the room and Donghyuck’s heavy eyes on his body leaves his fingers tingling with a heady sensation. He likes this, all of it, so he doesn’t waste a single second more and goes to kneel between Donghyuck’s parted legs. It’s a bit unnecessary but he grips his ankles and yanks him down, closer to Jaemin, if only because he likes looking at how his body so easily goes wherever Jaemin moves him to. The little yelp Donghyuck let’s out is cute, but that’s as far as he goes. No snarky comment, no complaints, just limbs melted right into the mattress and barely open eyes looking at him so innocently. He keeps getting distracted, but he really can’t help it. Donghyuck is… he’s an addictive view, is what he is. His body is so sensitive and responsive; even now when Jaemin isn’t touching him he shivers, his hands gripping the bed sheets so he won’t touch himself, even when his cock lies red and hard on his stomach.
His legs look very pretty in a way that looks a bit unreal, like looking at a Barbie doll’s legs. They’re long and lithe, a sunkissed tan all over. Donghyuck hardly grows hair all over his body; his calves have the lightest dusting of almost-blond hair on them, his thighs have none. And he’s a dancer, so of course they’re shapely with well-trained muscles, but somehow his thighs manage to be all soft and pudgy, almost something girly about them. No blemishes except for a stray yellowish bruise by his left knee. Jaemin kisses it, deceptively soft, rubbing his nose against the feverish skin on the back of his knee. Donghyuck’s leg gives an aborted twitch, like he was ready for Jaemin to hurt him and it never came. He takes a real bite higher up, towards the inside of his thigh, and sucks hard enough there’ll be a new bruise to match the old one.
“Ah,” Donghyuck moans, so soft and breathy Jaemin feels it wash over him and burying itself in his stomach. Jaemin bites him again, and again, delighted with every pant and moan that spills from Donghyuck’s swollen lips. He switches legs and makes sure to leave the skin there bitten and wet too, for good measure. They’ll bruise, he’s made sure of it; Donghyuck won’t be able to wear shorts for weeks unless he wants to broadcast to everyone what exactly he gets up to.
He finishes his little art piece by bruising a kiss on Donghyuck’s left hip, his cheek brushing against the damp head of his cock. Not even on purpose, the barest of touches; it still has Donghyuck’s hips jumping into the air like he was electric shocked into it.
He doesn’t slap the hand away this time when Donghyuck buries his fingers in Jaemin’s hair. Donghyuck doesn’t pull like Jaemin has though, more like he’s doing it for something to hold on to instead of making sure Jaemin moves where he needs him to. Jaemin does it again; he leaves a kiss on Donghyuck’s lower stomach, letting Donghyuck rub up all wet and messy against his cheek again. It should be gross, but his stomach twists with how much it turns him on that Donghyuck will succumb to the most desperate, unsatisfactory touch simply to get some relief.
The sound of the lube cap popping open rings in the room like a gunshot. Jaemin pours a generous amount on his fingers, then pours some more just to be sure. He doesn’t want to actually hurt Donghyuck and, plus, Jaemin likes it wet and slippery. When he rubs Donghyuck’s entrance with his thumb again, Donghyuck’s whole body tenses in expectation. Even his chest has stopped moving, waiting with held-breath for Jaemin to finally touch him.
He doesn’t. The sob he cries out burns so good, actually sounding wet and desperate. “Jaemin please, please fuck me!” His voice comes out all shaky, not sweet and nice like before, something truly frustrated coming out to play.
“Tell me you need me.” Jaemin finds himself saying, and meaning it a little too much. It keeps happening: his feelings running away from him before he can even have a chance to reel them in.
“I need you,” Donghyuck tells him. It comes out softer than anything else tonight, vulnerable. Jaemin shouldn’t feel as happy as he does about it but his chest blooms into something warm anyway, something bigger than himself. “I want you.”
His ego will inflate and never come down. Having Donghyuck under him, feeling every quiver, leaving stains in the shape of his mouth. Hearing him admit he wants him. Jaemin will never stop riding this high.
He dips down to connect their lips again, licking right over the roof of Donghyuck’s mouth. He waits for the moment Donghyuck melts; when he goes all soft under him, panting between each wet smack of lips, waiting for the right moment. The first finger goes in awfully easy when he he’s stealing the air straight from Donghyuck’s lungs. Jaemin catches him mid-moan so the kiss hardly lands, more teeth and hot breath than kissing. He doesn’t care. He goes back in tongue first to chase maybe that flavor that is just Donghyuck, or maybe to pull out every little sound Donghyuck has to offer.
He pumps his finger twice, feeling the velvet heat and the way his walls clench painfully tight. “Relax,” he whispers in the small space between their lips. He pecks his lips again just to prove to himself he can. “I got you.” Donghyuck nods but he stays coiled tight all around him, legs wrapped around Jaemin’s waist, fingers in his hair, sucking his finger in tight.
Obviously the most logical step is to lean down and lick a stripe up Donghyuck’s cock, from base to tip.
“Fuck!” Donghyuck yelps, hips jumping, pushing his finger further in at the same time his dick hits nothing but air. Jaemin goes in again, this time taking the head into his mouth and sucking softly. “Jaemin!”
Jaemin uses his free hand to pin his hips to the mattress before he gets a chance to fuck into his mouth. He goes with a pop! when he pulls off to speak again, trying to control the tingling in his gut that having such control over the pretty boy under Jaemin gave him. “Don’t move. Do that again and I will leave you here just like this.”
Donghyuck shakes his head frantically, his hair falling over his eyes in sweaty waves. He feels so warm he might as well be running a fever, looks it, too; flushed a pretty pink all over his cheeks all the way down to his chest. Jaemin almost feels bad when he really takes him in: he can’t stop shaking, wound so tight he’ll definitely feel it tomorrow. And Jaemin wants to give him everything, and he will, but not before being an ass about it.
“Okay, sorry, I won't, I promise,” he rushes all in one breath, pressing his hips flat on the bed without the help of Jaemin’s hand. He keeps it there on his hip though, just because the bone fits so well into his palm and he likes it, being so big he can encompass his side so well.
He doesn’t suck Donghyuck back into his mouth, even though he really wants to. Donghyuck felt heavy on his tongue, the salty taste of his precome and the smell of his skin felt intoxicating, but he holds back and focuses on his finger still inside Donghyuck. He thrusts it in a few times, concentration split in two: making sure he actually preps him well, and also justwatching all the ways Donghyuck breaks apart on his hands.
He’s always been loud; a loud thinker, loud feeler, voice all over the walls and hallways they are often confined in. It’s no surprise he’s just as loud here in the bedroom, loud everywhere. His body spasms with each touch; every time Jaemin pushes his finger back in his chest stops moving for a moment, suspended in time, before it collapses again. Jaemin angles his finger better, wrist smarting a little but it’s worth it when Donghyuck practically screams, rough and caught in his throat like it catches him off guard too.
“Pretty baby,” Jaemin murmurs, trailing his mouth to the sharp edge of Donghyuck’s jawline and kissing it softly, lovingly, before nipping at it. Mouth traveling to his neck, down to that tendon that always pops out when Donghyuck sings a high note so effortlessly. He pulls out of Donghyuck, the whimper so satisfying, and before he can complain he goes back in to prod the puckered skin with two fingers. “Can’t believe I get to have you like this, Hyuck.”
“Wanted you,” Donghyuck whispers, turning his flushed face away so Jaemin can’t look at him when he speaks. His whole body goes taut when Jaemin pushes in again, slowly, taking his time until his knuckles hit feverish skin. Donghyuck pants, and Jaemin almost feels bad for him; almost, but not enough to stop. He scissors his fingers once before pulling his fingers almost all the way out, and pushing in again in one swift move. He loves it, all the ways he can tell he’s making Donghyuck feel good.
“That’s good, sweetheart? You like?”
His voice comes out condescending, almost mocking. It’s just so easy sometimes to fall back into his antagonizing ways with Donghyuck. It’s that, he thinks when Donghyuck’s eyebrows settle in a heavy frown, lips sucked into his mouth to keep all his noises in check, that face and the pleasure of getting under Donghyuck’s skin.
He doesn’t appreciate being ignored —that’s for out there, for other people. Here, Jaemin will make sure Donghyuck can’t think of anyone else.
He had been avoiding it, seeing as Donghyuck looks ready to burst at the seams, but it doesn’t take much to angle his fingers along the slippery walls and bending them just so. Jaemin draws a circle around the little nub of nerves and there, there it is. Donghyuck cries out, pathetic and melodic all at once, his thighs wrapped around Jaemin tightening like a vice. Just as fast he pulls his fingers out, taking with them all the strength in Donghyuck’s bones. He lies limp on the bed, trying to catch a breath that is always two tempos ahead of him, eyes barely open.
“I said, do you like it, sweetheart?”
For a moment he thinks Donghyuck will give up. He frowns like all he wants to do is tell Jaemin to go fuck himself, his eyebrows meeting in a severe frown between his eyes, lips pulled back to show his teeth.
But Jemin does it again, rubbing at his prostate ruthlessly, and all the tension drains right out of that pretty face. Jaemin can’t take his eyes away from Donghyuck. He looks so gorgeous, the slight sheen of sweat making him look like an oil painting, the flush on his cheeks and that tangles waves amess on his head, the bitten lips, the way his body trembles and locks in, just to go all tender the next second.
Donghyuck closes his eyes again, moans falling from his lips like he’s stopped caring if anyone will hear.
“Yes!” He gasps. It comes out sounding like a loving praise, breathy and warm. The hand that had been tangled in Jaemin’s hair falls to his stomach, pressing down on it like the tips of their fingers could touch if he did it hard enough. It burns under Jaemin’s skin, the wild desire to bury himself as close as he can, right underneath Donghyuck’s skin.
(I love you. I love you. He doesn’t say it but he feels it, so vehemently, staining everywhere he touches. I love you.)
Donghyuck’s other hand comes to wrap around the wrist of the hand still going in and out of him, his grip tight like a vice around it. His body meets his fingers before twitching away, like he can’t decide if it feels too good or too much. Jaemin feels like he should slap his hand away, remind him to keep his hips on the bed, if only to keep playing into the fantasy he built for Donghyuck. But it’s hard when he likes to watch the way Donghyuck’s body is so loud, as loud as his voice.
Every twitch, every aborted thrust. The way he shivers, his bird’s-bone chest pausing, suspended in time, before caving in. Or the way he seems like he’s fighting himself, maybe, like he does want to keep his hands above his head and his hips on the bed and is simply too gone to be able to control himself.
Still, he’s come tonight with the mission to use Donghyuck like he so desperately wants to, he can let Donghyuck do as he wants some other time.
He pulls his fingers out, only giving himself a moment to appreciate the frustration flooding Donghyuck’s face, before grabbing him by his hips and flipping him over. He goes easily, almost comically with the way his limbs flail and his legs floo awkwardly from where Jaemin had them wrapped around himself.
“Hey!” He yelps, voice suddenly not watery and stronger than before. He goes to lift himself on his arms, to gain dome leverage maybe, but Jaemin doesn’t let him go too far.
He uses his clean hand and puts on the back of Donghyuck’s head, before carefully using his weight to pin Donghyuck back on the pillows, not using strength but letting gravity do most of the work.
“W-what…” Donghyuck pants, going awfully still. Jaemin puts in a little bit more of strength into his grip, letting his nails scratch his scalp softly. Donghyuck starts panting, like he can’t get enough air in his lungs, but Jaemin remains calm.
“If you don’t like anything I do tonight, you tell me and I stop,” Jaemin tries to make his voice sound reassuring, not commanding or mocking like he’s been doing this whole time. Donghyuck doesn’t reply, his back still expanding quickly. But he nods anyway, even with the grip Jaemin has on him, he nods quickly, fingers clenching the messed up bed sheets under him.
Jaemin nods, if only to reassure himself he knows what he’s doing. That he can do this well, for Donghyuck.
He taps Donghyuck’s right hip with sticky fingers. “Up.”
Donghyuck moves immediately, lifting his hips as high as he can even with Jaemin hovering over him as much as he is. Jaemin doesn’t give a second thought to how his hand might stain his covers, grabbing the closest pillow and shoving it under Donghyuck’s hips.
It must feel good on his neglected cock. A moan jumps out of him, unbidden, so melodic it rings in Jaemin’s ears. He rutts on the pillow before freezing in his movement, whimpering quietly.
“Sorry, I’m sorry,” he rushes out before Jaemin has even opened his mouth to scold him. Jaemin doesn’t even have half a mind to do it anyway, too distracted with the view underneath him.
Donghyuck is kissed by starts even here; all over his shoulders and back, moles pepper his skin in mindless patterns. He’s not awfully broad, definitely not broader than himself, but Jaemin runs his hand down the expanse of his neck and shoulders, finger trailing down the delicate bumps of Donghyuck’s spine, until he reaches the bottom of his back to dip his fingers into the dimples that groove the skin there.
He’s so lovely, again Jaemin feels like he shouldn’t even touch him. Skin so smooth and glowing under the low-light in the room, he feels like it’s all smoke and screens; one caress and he will puff into thin air.
When Jaemin smacks his ass, Donghyuck doesn’t disappear.
Instead he buries his face in the pillow to muffle his scream, body going so taught Jaemin fears he might hurt himself. His ass is small but Jaemin can still cup it and squeeze until he watches the meat spill through his fingers. When he lets go, it’s all blushed pink and marked up.
“Aren’t you cute?” He asks Donghyuck, smacking again just to watch him jump. He pulls Donghyuck roughly by the hair and leans down, kissing the burning skin of his cheeks deceptively soft. Donghyuck’s eyes are clouded, like he isn’t all there either, but he still twists to meet his eyes head on.
“Kiss me?” Donghyuck asks him instead, and it’s so out of nowhere Jaemin has to stop and try to understand his words. So sweet, Donghyuck is, sweet enough for Jaemin to want to swallow him whole. And so he does kiss him, because how could he resist when it was asked so nicely?
The angle must hurt Donghyuck but he doesn’t even seem to notice, not when Jaemin runs his tongue behind his teeth, or when he sucks on his tongue trying to get down to that flavor that is just Donghyuck. He loses himself there, he’s not sure for how long, just kissing Donghyuck and seeing what noises come out when Jaemin nips on his bottom lip (a tiny, cut-off moan), or when he uses the flat of his tongue and licks at the roof of his mouth (the lightest, prettiest sigh).
“Fuck me,” Donghyuck moans between their connected lips, words slurred from how sloppy they’re kissing. “Jaemin-ah, come on, fuck me.”
Jaemin blinks the daze away, looking down at the view beneath him, all the shivering muscles and red skin.
“Not yet,” Jaemin responds once his senses have come back, one after the other, first the taste of Donghyuck at the back of his throat, then the soft strands of wavy hair between his fingers, down to the panting breaths coming from Donghyuck’s puffy lips. Jaemin presses his forehead Donghyuck’s nape and breathes, giving himself a second to calm down. He’s painfully hard, hanging heavily between his legs, so close to the warm heat of Donghyuck’s thighs all he wants to do is fuck between them and get them all dirty.
He doesn’t. “Not yet, still need to prep you,” he tells Donghyuck instead, even though it’s mostly to himself, leaving one last kiss on his neck before sitting back on his hunches, pressing his head down on the pillow. He makes sure Donghyuck’s laying on his cheek so he won’t try to suffocate himself anymore, cooing quietly when his round cheek makes his lips pucker up, so kissable everywhere Jaemin looks.
Concentrate, he needs to stay focused.
He straddles Donghyuck’s thighs, pressing them tightly between his own knees so Donghyuck’s body is one straight line, arched just so for Jaemin, looking so small that if Jaemin laid on top of him he’d swallow him whole.
He makes the tough choice to let go of Donghyuck’s hair, using his still sticky hand to pat around the bed until he finds the lube bottle once again. He holds his breath, pulling on one globe of ass to have better access to Donghyuck’s entrance.
Jaemin watches,entranced, as the puckered skin twitches as it’s exposed to the cold air, actually laughing out loud when Donghyuck whines loudly.
“Can you get on with it and stop watching?” Donghyuck complains, hand going up as if to cover himself before remembering Jaemin wouldn’t like that and huffing as he throws it back on the bed sheets. “Creep…” he adds like an afterthought, even though underneath it all he sounds pleased. It almost sounds like a pet name when he says it like that.
Jaemin hums, not bothering to reply. He’s about to pour lube but hesitates…
Even though the bend is uncomfortable and makes the muscle of his lower back smart, he leans down to lick a thick stripe over Donghyuck’s hole anyway.
“Ah!” Donghyuck yelps, and Jaemin goes in to do it again, letting the tip of his tongue prod at his hole before pulling apart. “Jaemin!”
Jaemin knows he keeps stalling, but he has so many things he wants to do to Donghyuck, so many things to make him go all weak weak and whiny.
“Fine,” Jaemin huffs, but not before kissing his hole loudly one last time, a wet smacking kiss that causes Donghyuck to kick out his legs, but Jaemin isn’t fooled: his hips lift up from the bed, chasing his mouth, even through all the whining he’s doing.
He gets back on track, pouring yet another excessive amount of lube, much of it dripping down Donghyuck’s taint and down his balls. He rubs his fingers a few times, this time three of them, before slowly pushing in.
Donghyuck straight up mewls, long and loud until his fingers bottom out and he has nowhere else to go. He stretches his fingers a few times, eyes stuck on the way the ring of muscles stretches to accommodate him.
He doesn’t wait this time for Donghyuck to complain at him; Jaemin sets a pace, fucking Donghyuck’s hole like he’s trying to make him come just like this. He lets Donghyuck try to fuck back on his fingers, loving the way his hips jump back just as Jaemin’s hand goes in, watching the muscles of his pretty thighs flex as he tries to get more leverage so he can lift his hips better.
Not too much, though. He’s still the only one who gets to choose when and how Donghyuck gets fucked.
His left hand goes down to slap Donghyuck’s ass again, landing a bit awkwardly right on the crease where ass and thigh meet. He does it again, and again, watching the skin bloom bright red under his hand, watching Donghyuck thrash away and right back into it, like he’s chasing the pain.
“Stop moving,” Jaemin’s voice has never sounded this rough and mean, harsh enough that Donghyuck immediately freezes, whole body quivering with the effort to stay still. “Can’t do one fucking thing I ask you, can you, Donghyuck?”
Donghyuck shakes his head violently, his soft skin surely rubbing raw against the pillow. “No,” he cries, sounding kind of ashamed. Jaemin loves it. “I can, please don’t stop!” He’s not crying, but sounds close enough, with the way he squeezes his eyes shut and pushes the words out with effort.
Jaemin dips down to kiss his tight shoulder, moving down to drag open-mouthed kisses down the soft expanse of his back. He moves his arm against, just to test the waters, and Donghyuck’s whole body jerks, but he obediently doesn’t fuck back.
His ass does clench around Jaemin’s fingers, practically sucking them back in, but he stays obedient and doesn’t move.
Jaemin scissors his fingers a few times just to feel the stretch around them, and God he’s been so patient, he’s thankful to hear Donghyuck moans appreciatively, the little gasps and panted groans. He won’t last, it hits him, painfully obvious from the way his own cock twitches just from watching Donghyuck take it so well. He won’t last and he needs to make it quick before he actually combusts. Jaemin moves up from Donghyuck’s thighs and pulls his fingers out. Donghyuck whines, loud and indignant, but Jaemin can hardly hear him over the rushing of his blood in his ears.
He grabs his cock and slaps the tip of it against the puffy skin of Donghyuck’s hole a few times. Both of them shiver almost at the same time, and even though the touch is barely anything at all, Jaemin feels almost embarrassed at the moan that claws itself out from his throat.
He uses both hands to press the meat of Donghyuck’s ass together as close as possible, trapping his cock in between wet, burning skin, and the slide goes awfully smooth when he thrusts his hips forward.
“Shit…” he’s not sure who says it first, if himself or Donghyuck, but from Hyuck it comes out like a pitiful weep, his voice all tight and scratched raw. Jaemin gets lost in it a little, watching the wet slide of his cock as he moves his hips torturously slow.
Donghyuck’s hands climb up to his own head to pull on his hair, and that bothers Jaemin because that should be him.
He tries not to be too rough as to not actually hurt Donghyuck when he yanks his hands away, twisting one of Donghyuck’s arms behind him with a sticky hand, pinning the wrist to the middle of his back. He quickly lets go of the other to put it back on Donghyuck’s head and push down.
Donghyuck struggles for a little, maybe just to see if Jaemin would budge, and when he realizes it’s useless his body properly melts back into the bed, sobbing Jaemin’s name so sweetly, so addictive.
“Please!” He gasps out after Jaemin snaps his hips forward so fast their skin actually slaps with a wet smack. “Jaemin, please!” And who is Jaemin to deny him of anything?
Just as quickly as before, he flips Donghyuck back up. Maybe another time Jaemin can fuck him like that but for today, he wants to look at him as he fucks him for the first time. He needs to see the face he will make when Jaemin finally pushes in for the first time, so he can record it in his mind and never forget that’s what Donghyuck looked like the first time they fucked.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Donghyuck whispers, watching with heady eyes as Jaemin sits on his hunches to look for the discarded condom. It takes a few more seconds to find it, lost amongst the ruined bed sheets, but he does finally finds it, ripping it open and hissing as he slides it down, finding borderline herculean strength to not fuck into his own fist as he spreads the lube still coating his hand down his cock.
It’s hard to fight off the desire that clouds his senses when he sees the way Donghyuck is looking at him, all of him from his face to his arms and down to his heavy cock, like he’s the only thing Donghyuck could possibly see right now. Like only this moment matters, nothing beyond this bedroom at this late hour of the night.
Jaemin has never felt this sort of screaming desperation to be as close as possible to someone, but he finds that the most obvious thing he could now is wrap Donghyuck’s legs around this waist again, resting the rest of his body on his elbows, caging the pretty boy right underneath him.
Their faces are only a scant few inches away, so close Jaemin can see the pimple starting to grow on Donghyuck’s left cheek, the scar on his brow, but most importantly, his big, sleepy eyes, looking so gone and kind of wet, all Jaemin wants to do is kiss him.
“C’mon,” Donghyuck whispers, his breath warm on Jaemin’s lips. “I want you.”
Jaemin has no strength to say anything back to that, simply moving the grab himself and align himself to Donghyuck’s entrance.
He pushes in slowly, pausing to catch his breath as the head pops right in. He thinks Donghyuck curses, or maybe it’s him, it’s hard to tell with the way his mind completely blanks as he’s enveloped in that tight heat.
“Keep going, I can take it,” Donghyuck says, and it’s cute he thinks Jaemin stopped for him when really, Jaemin’s not sure he can keep pushing in without coming right there and then. Awfully soft and intimate, Donghyuck pushes his neck up to leave a warm kiss on Jaemin’s cheek, a kiss that lingers even as Donghyuck parts to lay back down.
Jaemin exhales before pulling out, almost overwhelmed by how hot and heavy the air feels, overwhelmed by the way Donghyuck’s hands leave the bed sheets to wrap around his biceps, nails digging into the skin surely going to leave marks.
He pushes his hips back in, going so slow it feels like a punishment, groaning when his cock goes in smoothly, He shoves his face against the sweaty skin of Donghyuck’s neck just to give himself a second to catch his breath, going in for a bruising bite once he finally, finally, bottoms out.
Donghyuck doesn’t move, doesn’t make a sound, doesn’t even breathe. Jaemin fights every instinct in his body yelling at him to just fuck him, waiting for Donghyuck to tell him anything. His hole clenches around him a few times, tight and so good Jaemin groans again, biting on the tendon of his neck just to give himself something else to focus.
“Come on, Jaemin-ah,” Donghyuck says after what feels like hours, his body finally relaxing around him and melting right back into the bed. One of his hands finds its way to Jaemin’s jaw, pulling him away from the tender skin where Jaemin’s teeth were buried into, and brings him into a searing kiss, no longer sweet but more like nasty, wet enough to feel spit slipping down the corner of his mouth.
He pulls back and experimentally thrusts back in, just short and fast. Donghyuck clenches all over, a pretty sigh puffing against Jaemin’s lips. “Yeah, Jaem, just like that…”
Jaemin clenches his teeth so hard his jaw twinges. He wants to let go and simply fuck Donghyuck until he’s nothing but a bundle of raw nerves, but he’s at least still conscious enough to realize he wants to make it good for Donghyuck more than he wants to come.
Instead he sets a nice pace, loving all the little ah, ah, ahs spilling from Donghyuck each time their hips connect, Donghyuck’s cock painting a wet path on his tummy where if rubs against him with each snap of his hips. He’s searing hot all over, every place where their bodies touch feel like it’s on fire, ready to melt and blend into each other. With every slap of skin Donghyuck’s body slides up the bed, even as he claws at Jaemin’s shoulders, even as his legs tangle tighter around Jaemin, pulling him closer even if there’s nowhere else to go.
“Harder,” Donghyuck doesn’t beg, doesn’t plead. He sounds stupidly confident, which is why Jaemin knows whatever he says next will annoy him. “Jisung didn’t take this long.”
Jaemin’s whole body freezes. Donghyuck is so infuriating. If he needs anything he could just ask, instead of being an ass and hoping Jaemin can read between the lines. He ignores Donghyuck’s whines and the heels digging into his back, pulling out and untangling their bodies.
“You piss me off,” he hisses, even as he pulls Donghyuck’s calves to his shoulders. Donghyuck smiles at him with no remorse, always having the time of his getting on Jaemin’s nerves. Then it occurs to him… “Talking about other men when I’m the one fucking you right now…” It’s on the tip of his tongue, tasting almost too sweet… “Slut.”
Donghyuck’s eyelashes flutter prettily against the skin of his flushed cheeks. For once his reactions are all quiet, but Jaemin sees them all, how he takes his bottom lip between his teeth, the blush down his cheeks and neck growing brighter if that’s even possible.
Jaemin wants to kiss him but holds back, moving down to his chest instead so he can play with the pebbled nubs he had neglected so much alone the night. He takes the left one between his teeth and pulls, not kindly at all, expecting the way Donghyuck’s chest rises to follow the path of his mouth. Jaemin lets it go and so Donghyuck flops back, limp and breathless.
“Is that it, Hyuck?” Jaemin murmurs right against his chest, his warm breath sending shivers down Donghyuck’s spine as it washes over the glistening skin of the nipple Jaemin had just popped from his mouth. “So fucking needy you tease and whine your way into getting fucked?”
He doesn’t give Donghyuck the chance to reply, not interested in whatever witty words he might have. Jaemin decides to finally touch him again, fisting him right at the base and jerking him off in tight, short strokes. Donghyuck moans loudly into the damp air, prettiest little ah! Jaemin has ever had the pleasure of hearing, his whole body jumping from the bed trying to chase the pleasure as long as Jaemin will give it to him.
Just as fast Jaemin lets him go mid-stroke, Donghyuck’s cock loudly slapping against his tummy, twitching pathetically while it spurts the smallest drop of precome. Donghyuck doesn’t cry like Jaemin expects him to, though his face is marred in the saddest little frown.
Jaemin almost forgot he’s a manipulator, and quick-witted, and many other adjectives that could describe how easily he’s about to play Jaemin.
He shakes his head quickly, pausing only to look at Jaemin from underneath his lashes. He’s so pretty it hurts, right between his ribs suspiciously close to his heart.
“It got me here with you, didn’t it?” He asks him softly. Definitely a siren, ready to pull Jaemin under his waves and drag him in. And so easily Jaemin goes, hugging the leg over his shoulder tighter to his chest, because it hurts to not be connected at every point their bodies could touch. “I’m close, Jaemin-ah, please keep going?”
It maybe speaks of how much Jaemin likes him, but he easily goes, aligning himself back to his hole and fucking right in. Donghyuck said harder and Jaemin is not one to deprive him, not giving him even a second to adjust before he’s just pounding into the heat, pausing only to adjust his hips, looking for the best angle.
He knows he’s found it when Donghyuck yells, a scream that seems to tear through him. “ Yes! Fuck! Jaemin, yes!” Jaemin doesn’t reply, his mind blanking with how close everything feels. He lets go of his things to grip at his wrist, eyes hardly seeing through the blur of pleasure but he finds them well enough.
He stretches Donghyuck’s arms in a straight line, pining his hands down to his hips and keeping him there. It gives Jaemin better leverage to fuck his hips up and drag Donghyuck’s slack body down, the wet sounds and slapping skin almost hypnotizing.
After then it’s all a blur. Jaemin can only remember going faster, deeper, letting go of one limp wrist so he can fist Donghyuck’s cock.
He needs to come; it’s so close he can taste it, the coiling in his lower tummy almost painful, chasing his orgasm in the wet noises coming out of Donghyuck. He’s not crying but his eyes are all wet, his pretty mouth slack and drooling down the corner of his mouth, body bouncing back with the recoil from how hard Jaemin is fucking into his sloppy hole.
He feels it more than sees it when Donghyuck comes.
He goes rigid for a second before his body spasms. Surprisingly, it’s a quiet thing. No loud moaning, no crying; his lips shape in the smallest o, breath stuck in his chest. His eyes are on Jaemin’s own, though they are dazed and unseeing, so wet Jaemin is shocked no tears actually spill. He comes in long, white rivulets, landing on his concave tummy, his chest, all over Jaemin’s sticky fist.
He goes tight like a vice around Jaemin, too tight he almost feels scared to keep on fucking him. Jaemin is close, so fucking close it hurts, but he tries to pull out anyway, too afraid to hurt him.
Donghyuck doesn’t let him go far, still halfway inside him when he uses the hand Jaemin isn’t pinning down to grip at Jaemin’s neck. He doesn’t strengthen his hold, doesn’t try to choke him, just a soft hand so they can look each other in the eyes.
“Keep going,” Donghyuck says, still out of breath but so soft, seducing even without trying at all. His body is still shivering with the aftershock of his orgasm, but his muscles are relaxed and soft, just a gooey mass of limbs spilt over the bed “I like it.”
Really, it’s a shock Jaemin’s even lasted this long. Just a few more thrusts have him falling forward, up to hilt inside Donghyuck and painting the condom’s inside white.
It feels like he comes for hours, his body jerking into it long after he’s done.
When he finally feels like he can relax, the room comes back to him in bits and pieces.
First, it’s so quiet. They’re still trying to catch their breath, but with the desperation of sex gone, it’s not so loud, it doesn’t echo anymore. Donghyuck is lovingly petting his hair, so sweet and soothing all Jaemin wants to do is stay just like that and fall asleep. He lets himself bask in the afterglow of good sex, catching his breath and letting his senses come back to him.
“Jaem,” Donghyuck whispers. His still touching him softly even though Jaemin has him basically pinned in what must be a very uncomfortable position without the daze of sex to keep him going. “Jaem, I’m sleepy.”
He nods even though he hardly registers the words. They both hiss when he finally pulls out, even as slowly as he did, and Jaemin takes it as his cue to stand up. He wobbles for a second, his body so relaxed he can hardly hold his own weight.
Donghyuck laughs as he watches Jaemin struggle, stretching his limbs wide on the mess of a bed, a few joints popping and making them both wince. Jaemin had the mind to leave some wet wipes on his nightstand, mentally patting himself in the back as he grabs a few so he can clean Donghyuck up.
“Sorry,” he murmurs when the cold towel makes Donghyuck flinch, sitting on the edge of the bed so he can get closer and wipe all the cum and sweat away. He uses another one to clean between his thighs, going as softly as possible to not irritate the skin.
Donghyuck is humming again, the same song he’d been humming in the kitchen. A love song.
“We’re not sleeping here, it’s filthy,” Donghyuck mumbles as Jaemin finishes cleaning himself up. Jaemin hums in acknowledgment as he takes in his usually tidy room. Clothes strewn all over the place, bed sheets stained with questionable substances. He can only sigh, going to grab some boxers and shirts from his drawers. He throws Donghyuck one of each, smiling at the indignant hey! that gets thrown his way.
Donghyuck doesn’t even sit up to change, just forcing the fabric to fit awkwardly as he lays limply on the bed. Jaemin sighs again, but he hates to admit it sounds fond rather than exasperated like he wanted it to be.
He’ll clean his room tomorrow, and worry about everything else tomorrow. For now he simply forces his tired muscles to go the extra mile and takes Donghyuck into his arms, bridal style and all, and makes his bed to Donghyuck’s room. He tries not to smile (and fails, utterly fails) as Donghyuck clings to his neck and sighs happily.
Donghyuck’s skin still burns, he realizes dazedly as he hugs him to his chest, half-asleep already and hardly conscious, burying his face to the back of his neck and breathing in. He smells like sex, and like Jaemin.
Jaemin pulls him tighter against his chest, and Donghyuck’s body easily goes.