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A muffled backdrop of rolling wheels and shuffling footsteps. Somewhere in the distance, a warbled voice drones a rehearsed announcement through a loudspeaker.
Jaemin shifts his weight from one foot to the other. He fidgets absentmindedly with the hem of one sleeve. With the fringe of his sweater. Then he pulls out his phone to check the time as if the seconds since he last looked magically transformed into minutes.
The liminal space of an airport is distinctly familiar to him. The nature of his occupation in general makes him no stranger to frequent losses of extended periods of time.
It is rather foreign to him, however, to not have someone beside him to pass the time with.
Waiting is infinitely more bearable when you have a warm shoulder to doze off on.
He's used to the background conversations and the sterile grays, but he'd much rather be next to that gentle, comforting baritone and the soft, brown glimmer of twin crescent moons.
Jaemin stares at the time once more. He glances up at the empty corridor, then back down at his phone so he can at least have their previous messages to keep himself company.
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[scenery.jpg]
발신자 감정 없음
pretty~
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it’d be even prettier if you were here to see it with me 😗
발신자 감정 없음
smooth ㅋㅋㅋ
An unbidden snort escapes him. He’s suddenly glad he has a mask on to hide the stupid smile that’s sure to be spreading on his face as he thumbs through more of their texts.
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[sashimi.jpg]
발신자 감정 없음
whoa
that looks so fresh
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right??
the whole time i was eating i was thinking about taking you here to try it
발신자 감정 없음
hahaha
As he scrolls further, he doesn’t notice the trickle of movement in front of him as the first arrivals begin coming through.
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[shrine.jpg]
발신자 감정 없음
are u sure ur there to study and not play :P
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yes! ;-;
we went on a field trip today…
발신자 감정 없음
riiight
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T_T
i’m serious!
발신자 감정 없음
okay okay i believe u lol
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it’s so fun here jeno-yah~
there’s so much stuff here i want to show you and places i want to take you
haaaaa
i wish you could come >-<
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sure
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what
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really? o.o
발신자 감정 없음
yea
which airport is closest to u ill book it rn
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!!!!!
It’s hard to say what exactly it is that catches Jaemin’s attention.
The flow of exiting passengers hasn’t changed much. Two or three people shuffling, staggered, through the gate at the same uneven pace. And yet.
And yet, as soon as Jeno is the one walking through, somehow, Jaemin instantly knows to look up.
When they lock eyes, everything else around them falls away for a moment.
The sights, the sounds, the surroundings. From the largest feature to the smallest detail, it all narrows down to the heartbeats racing in their chests. The flurried, frantic rhythm drawing them closer together as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.
One step, then another. A sparkling gaze meeting a bright smile so obvious even through his mask, both colored in a light flush of giddy excitement.
It feels almost surreal.
Like it’s been ages since they’ve seen each other even though it’s only been a little over a week. It’s not like they haven’t been keeping in touch. They have, constantly, but there’s just something electric about finally being in front of one another like this. Especially after being so used to being inseparable for so long.
Jaemin’s arms twitch at his sides. He wants to reach out and do something, anything, but he knows he shouldn’t here. All the nervous energy bubbling around inside of him seems to be boiling over to Jeno as well, who nearly trips over nothing as they stumble out of the airport together.
Jeno’s hand darts out to catch himself and Jaemin is there just as fast to meet him.
The sharp sound of a gasp slices through the silence. Neither can tell whether it came from one or both of them, too focused on the warmth of Jaemin’s palm wrapped around Jeno’s wrist, on how much they feel from just one singular point of contact.
“You okay?” Jaemin curls his fingers tighter around Jeno, brushing gently over the soft skin above his pulse.
“Yeah, I—” Jeno breathes more than says. He swallows, then repeats, steadier, “Yeah.”
Jaemin loosens his grip, but can’t find it in himself to fully let go. Not when Jeno’s smiling up at him with his eyes even brighter than before, if that was even possible. It… should be fine, he tells himself. He has to lead them to the station, would be his excuse if anyone were to question him. It wouldn’t do for him to leave Jeno wandering around like a lost puppy to find his way home by himself.
Jeno plays his part well, quietly and obediently following him down the stairs and towards the train and into the seat at the very back where they sit close enough to bump shoulders.
For a moment, Jaemin is reminded of a time many years ago when he and Jeno would crowd together just like this. It was a bus instead of a train, but they were small enough then to have the choice to put some space in between themselves.
Yet still, just like before, they choose to sit nearly on top of each other. Only instead of sneakily brushing their pinkies together, Jaemin’s hand unthinkingly strokes along the length of Jeno’s forearm, thumbing idle patterns across his skin while Jeno just as instinctively curves his hand over Jaemin’s thigh.
He remembers sharing a pair of earphones and paying less attention to the music than he did to the soft strands of Jeno’s hair tickling at his temple and the subtle scent of his soap that lingered long after they had to pull away.
It’s almost a shame that everything uses bluetooth now, but that doesn’t stop either of them from curling into one another just the same.
Now that they’ve found themselves a little corner to hide away in together, it takes no time at all for them to settle back into the comfortable harmony they’ve built over years and years of familiarity.
They chat quietly about anything and everything, catching each other up on whatever they might have missed in their messages.
Jeno leans in close to whisper into Jaemin’s ear and Jaemin ducks to stifle a laugh against Jeno’s shoulder. When Jaemin raises his head to reply, his lips ghost over the curve of Jeno’s jaw, and it isn’t until the train arrives at their stop that either of them even think to reestablish the distance.
—
*Beep*
The lock disengages and the door swings open.
“—and down on that same street was where I got that soup that I showed you the other day.”
It takes a few blind smacks against the wall until the switch is eventually hit to power on the lights.
“Oh! You must be hungry. There’s a great shabu place just down the block.”
A suitcase is haphazardly propped up against the wall and a coat is taken off to be hung on a hook behind the gradually closing door.
“Unless you want sashimi first, though I do have an omakase booked for tomorrow so maybe for tonight shabu would be bet—”
Jeno steps forward and circles his arms tight around Jaemin, wrapping him up in an abrupt, but not unwelcome hug that squeezes his rambling to a halt.
Jaemin immediately softens into the embrace and returns it alongside a quiet laugh.
The door shuts on its own behind them and Jeno nuzzles more snugly into Jaemin’s neck, breathing him in, then sighing as a layer of tension tangibly dissolves from his body. Jaemin lightly presses his smile into the side of Jeno’s head and eases more of it out of him by palming his back in slow, soothing spirals.
Cycle by cycle, it all floats away like stardust, swirling around and away from their shared orbit. Two celestial bodies safe from the abyss in the warmth they find in each other, swaying gently back and forth to the inescapable gravity that tethers them together.
After some time, Jeno gradually peels himself away from the nest he’s made against Jaemin’s nape. Jaemin admires the serene expression on Jeno’s face as he moves, brushing his lips across Jaemin’s collarbone then pillowing his cheek against Jaemin’s shoulder.
The radiance of his irises shine clearly even through the curtain of his eyelashes, highlighting the neediness in his gaze as he blinks his eyes half-way open to peer up at Jaemin.
Jaemin’s chest tightens with it.
His breath catches in his throat and his hand shakes as it reaches up to gingerly cradle the side of Jeno’s face.
Jeno’s eyelids flutter closed at Jaemin’s touch. His mouth falls open and it’s all Jaemin can do to cross the last bit of space in between them and slot his lips against Jeno’s.
The taste of Jeno’s blissful hum is just as sweet as the catharsis of the kiss. Of the soft, plush pressure of them fitting perfectly against each other. Jaemin presses a little nearer and Jeno turns into him to bring him even closer. Without need for a single word, they part at the exact same time for just a moment to breathe, then come back together again with an effortlessness that only comes with a lifetime of dedicated practice.
Jaemin thumbs along the curvature of Jeno’s jaw and Jeno clutches at Jaemin’s hips as their kiss deepens.
They kiss again and again and again, with all the relief of coming home after a long day and all the indulgence of re-exploring what they both know they like. Push and pull, give and take, release and reconnect. A syrupy, savoring dance that they’ll gladly lose themselves in as long as they desire.
Jeno suckles on Jaemin’s upper lip and runs his hands up Jaemin’s back, stroking and squeezing as he arches himself against the shape of him.
Jaemin nibbles on Jeno’s lower lip, reveling in the give of it, in how pliable and responsive all of Jeno is to all of his touches, his teasing, his tics.
The arm Jaemin has around Jeno’s body curls possessively and pets intermittently along his sides as they kiss. At some point, his hand traveled down to the hem of Jeno’s shirt, and now his fingers are drifting towards the inside of it, unconsciously seeking out skin to skin contact underneath all the layers still separating them.
He really doesn’t mean anything by it, and he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until Jeno suddenly jolts in his hold, inhaling a sharp, shaky breath through his nose.
Jaemin freezes at first, but Jeno doesn’t hesitate to grab onto Jaemin’s wrist and guide his hand further up his shirt.
Jaemin experimentally splays his hand over Jeno’s bare stomach, and Jeno makes this noise from somewhere in the back of his throat that does something wicked to Jaemin’s sanity.
It emboldens him to lick across Jeno’s mouth in question, and Jeno’s breathless moan as he parts his lips in an eager answer has a heat spreading throughout Jaemin so intensely that it makes him physically dizzy.
Luckily for him, he’s kept from toppling over by Jeno’s arms wrapping tight at his shoulders and whirling them around until Jeno is pinning him in place with his back flush against the door. He recovers remarkably quickly after that, sliding his other hand beneath Jeno’s shirt as well so both can grope at his waist as he dips his tongue inside of Jeno’s mouth.
Jeno tastes even sweeter here than he remembers, and opens up so, so easily for him that Jaemin can’t help but lick into him even more.
He’s breathing hard and there’s this ringing in his ears, but when something resembling a whimper whispers out from Jeno, that’s all Jaemin can hear.
Jaemin shifts his grip on Jeno and his weight on the floor. He slides one of his legs in between Jeno’s, and Jeno automatically moves to make room for him.
Jaemin is just about to lift Jeno's thigh when the sound of a rumbling stomach echoes loudly throughout the doorway.
Everything screeches to a halt.
Their eyes snap open. As soon as they meet, they immediately fall apart, ducking down and away from each other’s gazes as they crumble to pieces with laughter.
Jeno dips forward until his forehead -thunks- lightly against the door and Jaemin’s hands slip out of Jeno’s shirt to pat mildly at his back.
“Sorry,” Jeno murmurs, muffled somewhat against the cotton of Jaemin’s coat after they’ve calmed down a bit.
Jaemin slides a hand up to the back of Jeno’s head and gingerly guides it upright. He pecks the tip of Jeno’s nose and smiles at him brightly. “Don’t be.” He rubs his other hand up Jeno’s arm, then squeezes at his shoulder. “Food first, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Jeno nods. He laces his fingers loosely over Jaemin’s nape and toys at the ends of the hair there. “Shabu sounds good,” Jeno answers, returning the smile even brighter.
They linger a little longer before reluctantly pulling away from each other, but the happiness never dulls from either of their faces. There's no reason for the excitement not to last when they both know they have the entire evening to themselves to continue from where they left off.
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“So how have the classes been going, really?”
Jaemin swallows the food in his mouth and tilts his head before answering with a question of his own. “Why?” He leans in closer to Jeno from across the table and waggles his eyebrows at him. “You curious? Want me to give you some private lessons?”
Jeno scoffs and flicks a grain of rice at him with his chopsticks. “No,” he says over Jaemin’s snickering, though he’s unable to hide the amusement showing on his own face. “Well.” Jeno swirls his empty cup around as he considers. “Maybe if you’ve learned any good phrases I could steal for our concerts.”
Jaemin places his hand over Jeno’s and gently moves it to the side so he can pour him more tea. Jeno beams at him in silence and under the tablecloth, brushes his ankle along the back of Jaemin’s calf.
Jaemin bites his lip to stifle his grin and masks the clearing of his throat with the sound of him setting the teapot down. “I’ve been learning plenty of phrases, but not really the type of stuff we’d use for that.”
“Yeah?” Jeno hooks the back of his foot around Jaemin’s ankle. “Anything particularly interesting?” he asks before taking a sip of his tea and admiring the hint of pink coloring the tips of Jaemin’s ears.
It takes Jaemin a second to process the question after he forces himself to unclench his fists. He distracts himself from the cheeky curve of Jeno’s eyes peeking over the rim of his cup by fishing around in his bowl for something to nibble on.
Halfway through a piece of cabbage, it comes to him in a flash of genius.
He can tell Jeno understands it starts with ‘You’, but confusion quickly replaces recognition with each subsequent word Jaemin adds to the sentence.
Now it’s Jeno’s turn to tilt his head, and he looks so adorable doing it that Jaemin is itching to crawl across the table and cradle him close.
He stifles that urge as well with a mouthful of enoki mushrooms.
“What does that mean?” Jeno pouts when Jaemin doesn’t immediately tell him.
“I thought you weren’t interested in learning from me,” Jaemin bats his eyes, feigning innocence.
Jeno narrows his eyes at Jaemin suspiciously. “Is it… something bad?”
Jaemin holds his hand over his chest and gasps in horror. “You think I’d say something bad to you?”
“Well. No.” Jeno shrinks in his seat and looks sheepish enough that Jaemin almost feels bad for teasing him. That is, until Jeno sits up again and wrinkles his nose at Jaemin. “But you might say something you shouldn’t be saying to me out loud where—” he glances around and mutters the last bit under his breath, “—where other people could hear you.”
Jaemin’s mouth falls open this time with genuine incredulity. He taps his foot against the side of the one Jeno has dangling around him and raises an eyebrow.
“That’s—” Jeno blurts, then ducks his head to poke around at his soup. “…That’s…different,” he murmurs, though neither of them really believes that.
Jaemin picks out a piece of meat from his bowl and plops it into Jeno’s so he’s not just swishing the broth around aimlessly.
“The offer for lessons is still available,” Jaemin hums. “They’re not cheap, you know, but for you,” he winks at Jeno when Jeno glances up at him. “I can make an exception.”
Jeno rolls his eyes. “No thanks.” He lifts his chopsticks to his lips and nips at the ends of them. He watches Jaemin’s gaze snap down to his mouth, then darts his tongue out to press against the tips. “I can think of a few other things I’d rather do with you.”
“Haah.” Jaemin’s tongue pokes at his cheek before running across his toothy smirk. “You are…”
“Are, um…” Jeno attempts to repeat what Jaemin said earlier with minimal success, missing most of the words and butchering the pronunciation of the rest.
Jaemin bursts into laughter and slaps a hand over his mouth just a beat too late to muffle the first peal of it.
“What?” Jeno snorts. “Was it that bad?”
“No, no, I’m sorry for laughing,” Jaemin shakes his head, still giggling. “I just,” he laughs himself into a sigh, brimming audibly with fondness. “You really are so—” he trails off in Japanese again, repeating certain parts of the same phrase, but going on for longer than he did before.
Jeno still has no idea what the words are, of course, but the twinkling in Jaemin’s eyes and the achingly sweet tone of his voice gives him a pretty good guess as to what Jaemin is saying to him.
—
Laughter follows them all the way back to the hotel.
They stumble into the room together and bump shoulders as they toe off their shoes in the doorway. Jaemin helps Jeno out of his jacket with a few gratuitous squeezes of his biceps and Jeno yanks the collar of Jaemin’s to pull him in for a bruising kiss.
One that is over far too soon for Jaemin’s liking, yet when he drifts towards Jeno for more, Jeno ducks out of the way and into the bathroom.
Jaemin just barely manages to catch himself with his hands instead of face-planting against the wall. He would complain, but he forgets how to when he hears the melody of Jeno’s stifled giggles echoing from around the corner.
And so he all but flings his own coat off of himself so he can chase more of the sound out of Jeno.
There’s a certain sort of anticipation in the air tonight. It’s almost like they’re in the dorms again. Like those times where they’ve just gotten back after practice, but instead of going straight to bed, they’re feeling a burst of energy from being left alone together to do whatever they want.
Jaemin prowls into the bathroom and delights at the little shiver Jeno makes at whatever expression he’s seeing on Jaemin’s face.
Jeno’s eyes dart behind Jaemin, calculating his chances of success if he attempts to make a run for it, but the room is too small and Jaemin is too unpredictable for him to find a way out of this.
All he can do is surrender as Jaemin closes in on him. Captures him completely in a crushing hug. And then peppers every inch of his face he can reach in obnoxiously mushy smooches.
Jeno squeals and squirms at Jaemin’s tickling ambush and laughs so much he can hardly catch his breath. “Jaem—Jaemin—” he gasps when Jaemin nips at his earlobe. He throws his head back and Jaemin’s lips immediately trail downwards to the softness of his bared throat.
“Hmm?” Jaemin hum rumbles directly over Jeno’s skin as he noses along the underside of Jeno’s cheek. As he mouths over Jeno’s pulse, Jaemin can feel every little tremble that passes through him, can feel himself getting drunk on the taste of it.
He can’t hold onto the groan that escapes him when lithe fingers thread carefully through his hair or when gentle thumbs gingerly massage away the tension in his jaw.
“I give, I give,” Jeno pants. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs and tilts his head down to offer Jaemin a warm smile. “I won’t do it again.”
Jaemin would be hard-pressed to think of a single thing he wouldn’t give for that smile.
He loosens his hold by a fraction, but still hesitates to let Jeno go. “Promise?” Jaemin asks and tries his best to look pitiful in the hopes that Jeno will smile at him some more.
Not only does Jeno smile at him again, which Jaemin nearly bursts into tears of happiness for. Jeno also cups his face with such aching tenderness that his heart seizes up with it. And then to top it all off, Jeno finally brings him in for a long-awaited kiss on his lips that sends an explosion of butterflies into his ribcage, breathing life back into his heart alongside the fluttering kaleidoscope of wings swirling around it.
Despite all his wheedling, Jaemin is actually the first to pull away. He gasps in stuttered gulps of air and buries his overheating face in the curve of Jeno’s nape.
Jeno huffs a dulcet chuckle that brushes sweetly through Jaemin’s hair alongside the delicate strokes of his hands and hugs Jaemin closer around his shoulders with a grounding squeeze.
“By the way…” Jeno murmurs after some time. After slowly but surely stripping away Jaemin’s defenses with every passing second so he’s caught completely off guard by Jeno asking, “I only got a glance at it earlier, but is this really all glass?”
A fresh burst of heat erupts across Jaemin’s cheeks. “I didn’t—” his head snaps up as he rushes to defend himself, but his eyes snap down just as fast, too, finding it easier to stare at Jeno’s lips than to meet his accusatory gaze.
Though it’s not so much because of any guilt he’s supposed to be feeling, but more from another kind of burning that’s threatening to take him over.
Jaemin chances a probing glance at Jeno and shuffles incrementally closer. “Believe it or not, they’re actually all like that.”
“Hmm.”
Jeno places a hand flat on Jaemin’s chest and applies only a hint of pressure for Jaemin to immediately step away from him.
Even though Jeno doesn’t appear the slightest bit upset, Jaemin is so fixated on thinking of the best way to beg Jeno for forgiveness that he misses the coy little twitch of Jeno’s mouth before he shatters Jaemin’s brain into a million pieces by saying:
“I guess we might as well just wash up together then.”
Jaemin’s jaw plummets to the floor.
The hand on Jaemin’s chest slinks away to grab the hem of Jeno’s shirt and yank it over his head in one smooth motion.
Jaemin only catches a brief, beautiful flash of magnificently toned skin before his vision is covered in black by the matching pair of pants Jeno flings at his face.
Jaemin scrambles to undress himself and follow Jeno inside the shower. The poor fabric of his shirt stretches as he rushes to pull it over his head and he stumbles over his feet as he frantically kicks his boxers off, too. He leaves a trail of both his and Jeno’s clothes littered haphazardly across the floor leading to where Jeno is waiting, breathtakingly bare and glistening in the water, just for him.
As soon as he steps in, Jaemin grabs hold of Jeno’s waist and pulls him close, bringing their bodies flush together from head to toe.
“Oh—” Jeno breathes, and Jaemin dives down to bring their lips together as well.
Jeno melts into him. He smooths his hands over Jaemin’s chest, sliding up and over his shoulders to palm covetingly across the broad planes of his back.
Warmth spreads all throughout everywhere they’re touching, a tingling they can feel flowing deeper beneath the surface that makes even the spray of the heated shower cool in comparison. After all, the droplets of water cling to their skin for only a moment before falling away for the next while each of their caresses linger for much longer, saturated with a tantalizing fusion of both devotion and desperation.
“So, so pretty,” Jaemin coos, stroking his thumbs along the ridges of Jeno’s serratus anterior.
Jeno hisses quietly with Jaemin’s praise and Jaemin licks his lips at the way he can feel Jeno’s shiver of arousal trembling against him.
Jaemin massages along Jeno’s sides, infusing more of his admiration through his hands as he kisses sweet nothings down the length of Jeno’s neck.
“Beautiful,” as Jaemin kneads at the firmness of Jeno’s obliques.
“Perfect,” when fitting his fingers along the dimpled slopes of Jeno’s back.
“Mine,” with a squeeze of Jeno’s waist and a bite to the soft skin above his collarbone.
“Oh, please,” Jeno moans. His nails dig into Jaemin’s skin, and Jaemin growls and digs his teeth further into Jeno, too.
“We—we’re supposed to be washing up,” Jeno stammers, though he’s also turning his head and baring more of himself for Jaemin to take, so it’s a little hard to tell if he really means it.
Still, Jaemin listens and pries his mouth off of Jeno. He soothes over the markings he’s made with tiny pecks and tinier licks before reaching to the side to grab one of the bottles perched on the shelf.
The light glinting off of Jaemin’s canines makes his smile appear exceptionally sharp and slightly manic as he declares, “We can do both.”
And then he’s squeezing the bottle directly over Jeno’s chest. The liquid oozes out in thick, slippery ropes that splatter across Jeno’s skin, trickling down the hills of his pecs and the valley that sits in between them.
Jaemin tosses the bottle back on the shelf so he has both hands free to lather Jeno up. Which he does. Thoroughly. Rubbing and groping underneath all the bubbles he makes as his gleeful giggles echo through the shower.
Jeno can’t resist laughing along with him. “You’re ridiculous,” he chuckles, gently combing back some of the hair that’s fallen into Jaemin’s face.
Jaemin moves one hand up from Jeno’s chest towards his arm, unfolding it from around Jaemin’s shoulders to stretch out to the side instead. He kneads the soap across Jeno’s arm and follows the path of his hand with his mouth, kissing along the cavity of his armpit, the curve of his bicep, the crook of his elbow.
As the water cascades over them, rinsing away the suds, he nips lightly at the inside of Jeno’s wrist, then licks across the lines of his palm before pressing his lips in sequence to the tips of each of Jeno’s fingers.
He brings Jeno’s hand back to his center and interlaces their fingers together. “I am, but you love me,” Jaemin murmurs into the spaces between their knuckles, then punctuates it with a squeeze of their hands.
Jeno’s smile as he looks down at their hands is indescribably soft. He doesn’t answer with his words, but Jaemin hears it just as clearly through the language of his body as he allows Jaemin to continue from where he left off and even returns the gestures once he’s recovered enough to do so.
Jeno gives into him so readily. Welcomes Jaemin to do whatever he wants to him without thought or resistance, and is never afraid of leaving himself vulnerable for more.
Even as Jaemin reaches for the most intimate parts of him, he lets Jaemin in as he always has, time and again, as if it’s built into the very core of his being to trust Jaemin with everything he has.
Just as it’s built into Jaemin to cherish all that Jeno surrenders to him as preciously as he can.
Their fingers start to prune with how long they spend wrapped up in this dance, though neither of them show any signs of faltering in their exchanges of affection.
They should feel cramped in this tiny stall together, but even if they had more room they’d still be crowding into each other’s space just like this.
There’s no need for them to rush, and yet they still can’t keep their hands off of one another, can’t get enough of the sensation of their kiss-swollen lips sliding together as they continue tasting each other long after they’ve shut off the water.
Despite the residual steam that has almost completely faded from the shower, the heat between their bodies only increases in temperature. It swirls around their bodies and into their heads; dense, intoxicating, and dangerously addictive.
Jaemin grazes his teeth over Jeno’s lower lip and slides his hands down to cup Jeno’s ass. Jeno hisses through an inhale and stumbles closer, then muffles a groan against Jaemin’s tongue as their cocks brush against each other.
Jeno clutches at Jaemin’s biceps and pushes him up against the wall, knocking the air out of Jaemin’s lungs so fast he sees stars.
And then Jeno is sinking down in front of him onto his knees and Jaemin can’t see anything but Jeno.
Jeno’s eyelids shutter as he shoves his face against Jaemin’s groin and breathes him in. “God, I missed you,” Jeno sighs, almost suffocatingly hot over where Jaemin is already burning.
Jaemin huffs, “My eyes are up here, you know?” though he still brushes a lock of Jeno’s hair behind his ear for him.
Jeno blinks up at him as he wraps a hand around the base of Jaemin’s arousal. “I know,” he hums, sounding very pleased with the way Jaemin chokes on his own saliva when Jeno angles him down to press a kiss to the tip. “Keep them on me,” Jeno mumbles against him, then hollows his cheeks and sucks the head past his lips.
“Fuck—” Jaemin groans as he’s engulfed in the soft, velvety heat of Jeno’s mouth.
Jeno makes sure Jaemin is watching as he takes him in slowly. As he flattens his tongue and relaxes his jaw to accommodate the thickness of Jaemin’s cock stretching him out. He pumps his hand over what he can’t fit inside him and greedily swallows the steady stream of wetness that trickles down his throat.
Jaemin rakes his hands through Jeno’s hair and just barely catches himself against the wall before his legs give out.
He can feel everything.
Every little twitch of Jeno’s mouth sends a surge of pleasure roaring through his body. All the different textures surrounding his sensitive skin stimulate him in different ways and from different angles, somehow each more thrilling than the last. He can’t breathe, can’t speak, can hardly stay standing with how good Jeno feels around him.
But nothing is more maddening than seeing Jeno even further gone than he is.
He can hardly keep his eyes open, yet the sliver that’s visible through the misty haze of tears is pure bliss. He drinks Jaemin in like he’s starved and bobs his head like it’s all he’s good for, suckling hard and swirling his tongue around everything and anything he can reach.
The more he savors, the more he glows with satisfaction until Jaemin can hear and feel it physically rumbling out of him.
“Haah—you like it that much?” Jaemin grunts. He tightens his grip on Jeno’s scalp and holds him in place as he thrusts deeper into his mouth.
Jeno’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he chokes on a moan inundated with delight.
“You wanted it that bad, puppy?” Jaemin lowers his other hand and squeezes it around Jeno’s throat, marveling at the growing intensity of vibrations against his palm and around his cock, “You’re purring.”
Jeno’s eyelids flicker shut. The hints of red stained along their edges bloom across his entire face from either embarrassment or excitement. Jaemin is too overwhelmed himself to spare any thoughts about it, but he at least knows for certain that Jeno is drooling over having his face fucked.
He takes every snap of Jaemin’s hips like he’s made for it. Every wet gurgle from the head of Jaemin’s cock punching against the back of his throat spirals into a needy whine, begging for more.
Jeno clings to and paws at the strong muscles of Jaemin’s thighs. They tense deliciously beneath his palms as he sucks at Jaemin hard and tremble even more delectably the faster Jaemin shoves in and out of him.
Jeno’s tongue is so soft, yet somehow also firm as he keeps it flattened against Jaemin’s cock. The feeling of it rubbing against him, of it milking his length as he slides across it over and over turns Jaemin’s pace wild and erratic.
“J—Jeno-yah,” Jaemin moans and buries both hands in Jeno’s hair again.
Jeno slides up Jaemin’s cock and flicks his tongue against Jaemin’s frenulum before releasing him with a filthy pop! He lavishes a series of hot, open-mouthed kisses down the dripping shaft, then purses his lips over Jaemin’s balls.
“Ahh,” Jaemin hisses when he feels Jeno’s tongue massaging into him.
“Jeno,” he groans as Jeno curls his pretty fingers around his cock.
“Baby,” he chokes out when Jeno pumps at him, squeezing him just shy of too much pressure and digging his thumb into the pre-cum beading from the tip.
Jeno licks his way up Jaemin’s cock, tracing the thick vein along the underside with sloppy strokes of his tongue. When he gets to the head he smears it against his tastebuds and keens as he’s drenched in Jaemin’s salty-sweet essence.
He laps at Jaemin so hungrily that it really does feel too good, so much so that Jaemin is almost scared of what might come out of him.
So he yanks Jeno back onto his feet and braces him against his chest with an arm around his waist. He covers the back of Jeno’s hand with his own and pries Jeno’s fingers off of him so he can stuff both of their cocks together in his grasp.
And then he’s jerking them both off as fast and hard as he knows they need right now.
Jeno cries out, but all it does is make Jaemin tighten his grip around their heavy, throbbing arousals.
He crumbles into Jaemin from the gravity of the simulation, made all the more staggering from how sudden it is after going so long untouched. He scrambles for something, anything to clutch on to with the hand not trapped underneath Jaemin’s overpowering hold. After flailing around for a bit, he finds Jaemin’s bicep. The shape of it fits so well in his hand, and the strength of it would be grounding if it weren’t for how exhilarating it is to feel it flexing against his palm with every frenzied stroke of Jaemin’s hand.
The angle of Jaemin’s wrist twists on the next rise, and Jeno’s gut plunges with desire. His head bows down as well and he watches, dazed, at how ravishing their hands look pumping at their flushed, leaking cocks together.
But what he sees when he glances back up elicits more coiling in the pit of his stomach:
The raw intensity of Jaemin’s gaze fixated entirely on him, consuming every detail and piercing straight through to his soul as it yearns for everything Jeno has to give him.
A beat passes, and then they’re diving into each other, swept away by the waves of their climaxes crashing over them in a mess of teeth and tongue and tangled bodies.
It ripples over them in billowing crests, filling their heads with seafoam and muffling the sounds they empty into each other’s mouths. They’re underwater being swept away by the riptide, but they’ll do it all over again so long as they’re drowning together.
With time, the currents settle around them, and they bask in the afterglow with softer, feather-light kisses as they drift lazily back to shore.
Jaemin’s hand and the wetness smeared over their fingers is so warm that Jeno shivers from the loss of it when Jaemin lets him go. He breaks away from Jaemin’s lips to protest, but interrupts himself with a gasp as Jaemin nudges at his entrance.
Jaemin’s hand freezes in place. “Sorry,” he mumbles and presses an apologetic kiss to the corner of Jeno’s mouth. “I’m sorry, but I don’t have any…”
Jeno reaches behind himself for Jaemin’s wrist. “Keep going,” he breathes right beside Jaemin’s ear. “Please,” he urges, bringing Jaemin’s hand closer and arching into his touch.
Jaemin nuzzles his nose against Jeno’s cheek, gingerly guiding him to turn his head enough for Jaemin to slot their lips together so he can swallow the sigh Jeno makes when Jaemin brushes over him.
He circles their shared release around Jeno’s rim with the tips of his fingers and smothers Jeno in slow, adoring kisses. It doesn’t take long for Jeno to relax enough for him to push through, but he still takes his time rubbing along the sensitive ring of muscle and savoring the melody of all of Jeno’s little noises.
When the shape of Jeno’s lips approaches a pout and his sounds lilt higher with tinges of frustration, Jaemin licks into Jeno’s mouth to distract from any discomfort he may feel as he presses a finger inside of him.
Jeno’s moan is sweeter than any sugar Jaemin has tasted on his tongue. He sways into Jeno for more, searching every corner of him he can to draw out as much of that saccharinity as possible.
Despite the eagerness of his kisses, Jaemin stretches Jeno open carefully. He pushes in and out of him at a gradual pace, adding only a little more of his finger with the next thrust and smearing as much of the slickness on it against Jeno’s walls as he can.
Once he’s down to the last knuckle, he curls his finger upwards and revels in the way Jeno lurches in his hold.
He even bites down on Jaemin’s lip. Not hard enough to draw blood, but Jaemin wouldn’t care if he did. He wears any bite, any scratch, any marking Jeno gives him with pride, and he knows just how to coax Jeno to reward him with more.
Jaemin slides his finger completely out of Jeno’s hole, then sinks back into him with two and scissors them apart as he burrows deep inside of him.
Jeno claws at his bicep and his wrist, and Jaemin groans, electrified.
“Good boy,” Jaemin pants into Jeno’s mouth. “So fucking good for me,” as he pulls back, crooking the tips to drag along Jeno’s insides as he goes.
Even with the slipperiness coating his digits, Jeno is still so tight. Jaemin has to dig into him harder to stuff them both past Jeno’s rim, then also fight against the resistance he meets whenever he tries easing them out. And yet above all that, he’s unimaginably soft to the touch, and Jaemin doesn’t think he could ever give this up.
He’s obsessed, and he knows it.
Jeno knows it, too, and rouses him up further by kissing the air out of his lungs when he’s already breathing this heavily. By rocking back against his hand and mewling into his mouth when his head is already bursting with nothing but Jeno, Jeno, Jeno.
On the next drive of Jaemin’s fingers, he shoves as far inside of Jeno as he can reach. He twists his wrist and tenses his hand and finds that patch of nerves inside of Jeno to grind into so Jeno can feel even a fraction of what he’s doing to Jaemin.
Jeno’s knees buckle instantly.
If it weren’t for Jaemin’s arm around his waist, he would have toppled straight onto the tile, and even then, he nearly trips again as he scrambles to find his footing.
Jaemin slips his hand out of Jeno to help steady him and chuckles at the indignant whine that Jeno doesn’t seem to realize he makes.
“Not in here, baby,” Jaemin coos. “I don’t want you to fall. C’mon.” With his clean hand, he squeezes Jeno’s and leads him out of the shower.
He grabs a towel on his way to the bedroom that he drapes over the edge of the mattress, and as soon as he sits on it, Jeno is crawling into his lap like he belongs there. Which Jaemin wholeheartedly agrees with, of course, and is thoroughly enjoying the sturdy arms that settle around his shoulders and the solid thighs squeezing him on either side of his hips.
He rubs along the sides of Jeno’s legs, groping appreciatively at the muscles that flex against his palms and ogling unashamedly at the flush that deepens across Jeno’s skin.
Jaemin’s hands trail higher to fit over the curves of Jeno’s ass. He digs his fingers possessively into the flesh, then drags him in to grind their cocks together.
Jeno tenses against him with a shuddering moan, the lines of his body forming a perfect bow as he arches beautifully into Jaemin. With his head thrown back and his chest pushed forward, offering himself up for Jaemin to feast.
And Jaemin goes straight for his throat.
His breaths fan hot against Jeno’s already sweltering skin. Desire spills from his lips in blood-red roses while his teeth scrape their thorns across the canvas of Jeno’s nape. Jaemin devours him. And still, Jeno draws him in closer, even through the tingling ache outlining each petal with the garland of Jaemin’s kisses tightening around him like a collar.
Jaemin doesn’t even give him a chance to breathe as his grip tightens against Jeno, too. It wrenches him open enough for Jaemin to dive back into his twitching entrance with three fingers.
“Nngh—” Jeno rakes his nails across Jaemin’s shoulders. “Jaem—Jaemin—” he whines, and the sound of it scratches at something feral in Jaemin’s brain, leaving him violently overcome with the urge to shove his tongue down Jeno’s throat.
So he does it, because he can, and he feels even more insane when Jeno not only lets him, but also sucks on his tongue just as wantonly as his hole swallows up Jaemin’s fingers.
They’re both plenty hard again and dripping with pre-cum as they rock against each other, but Jaemin is nowhere near finished with taking Jeno apart. Not when Jeno falls to pieces so ardently for him from only his kisses and a few flicks of his wrist.
He whimpers fragments of Jaemin’s name in breathless gasps as Jaemin pumps in and out of him. Jaemin deepens their kiss further for it, high on the ambrosia spilling from Jeno’s lips, more precious to him than the oxygen he sacrifices in exchange for more.
When Jaemin breaches him, Jeno’s rim trembles around the girth of his digits, but it always lets him through. His walls flinch as Jaemin’s knuckles drag across them, yet they never fail to make room for him. To mold themselves to accept every curl, every twist, every press deeper inside of him.
Jaemin’s wrist is starting to cramp with how thoroughly he’s opening Jeno up, but he barely even notices, enthralled as he is by how gorgeously Jeno takes him. The squelching of his insides, wet with both of their cum and searing as they twitch and tremble around him makes it impossible for Jaemin to tear his eyes, his hands, his soul away from any part of Jeno he’s latched onto.
How could he when Jeno unravels like this, all for him, only for him. When he’s so captivatingly responsive to everything Jaemin does to him.
His writhing body when Jaemin pumps into him. His reedy whines when Jaemin slides out of him. How unbelievably pretty he looks panting and squirming and fucking himself on Jaemin’s hand when he’s close to bursting from only his fingers.
“Jaemin-ah—” Jeno nestles into the crook of Jaemin’s neck. “Jaeminie,” he hiccups. “Please,” through a dry sob.
Jaemin almost wants to see how far Jeno will let him take this, but he looks so desperate and sounds so close to tears that Jaemin can’t bear to keep him waiting any longer. Not when he’s just as desperate himself for them to be connected.
Jaemin kneads at the curve of Jeno’s hip and brushes his lips over Jeno’s temple as he eases out of him. He smears the wetness on his palm over himself in a singular stroke, then holds himself at the base to guide the tip towards Jeno’s entrance.
They both curl into each other with resounding groans as the fat head of Jaemin’s cock slips through Jeno’s winking rim.
Jaemin rakes his nails into the flesh of Jeno’s hips, holding him firmly in place as he shakes with the effort of holding himself back from thrusting deeper inside of that deliciously tight heat. If he feels this much pressure already from such a small part of him, he can’t even imagine how it feels having such a tiny opening pried apart like this.
Surely, Jeno needs time to adjust.
Surely, Jaemin isn’t the only one having a hard time remembering how to breathe or even being capable of recalling why he needs to breathe in the first place.
Which is what makes it so much more of a shock to Jaemin when Jeno breaks out of his grip and slams himself all the way down on Jaemin’s lap.
The slap of their skin as the backs of Jeno’s thighs collide with the tops of Jaemin’s echoes loudly into the air. Air that rushes harshly into Jaemin’s lungs as he strains through a choking gasp from the sheer ecstasy of being entirely buried inside of Jeno.
He’s completely surrounded. He can feel Jeno’s insides pulsing all around him, can feel every single quiver of his muscles as his walls realign themselves around Jaemin’s shape.
And when Jeno rolls his hips, swirling Jaemin’s cock around inside of him and grinding his ass against Jaemin’s balls, every reverberation of his drawn-out moan clamps down on Jaemin hard, rumbling all against the blood pumping ferociously through his throbbing veins.
Desperate. Voracious. Suffocating—
—The grip of Jeno’s hole clinging to him from the base to the tip as he bounces up and down on Jaemin’s lap, impaling himself again and again on Jaemin’s cock.
Jaemin’s hands flex roughly against Jeno’s ass with each stroke of Jeno’s insides around him. With a clouded gaze and his mouth agape, Jaemin is suspended in a reverent daze, hypnotized by the mesmerizing dance of Jeno’s hips and the delirium flickering across his face as he pleasures himself with Jaemin’s ever so willing body. A body that moves on raw instinct while the mind is lost, seamless in meeting all of Jeno’s movements at all the right angles from how deeply it’s ingrained into his very being to satisfy him.
They fuse together so well, fit against each other so divinely that it almost doesn’t feel real. Jaemin can’t believe how lucky he is for Jeno to be doing this with him, for him to be able to touch Jeno like this. To be the only one allowed to watch and hold him in his arms as he alone makes Jeno come undone.
“Yeah, there, right there,” Jeno babbles. His tongue lolls out of his mouth and pulses in time with the pulsing of his cock as he spills thick ropes of cum over both of their stomachs.
He tenses, strangling Jaemin’s cock. And yet he’s somehow still moving. Still rocking back and forth in Jaemin’s lap and relentlessly riding him for all he’s worth.
“Jeno—wait, I—” Jaemin sputters, “—fuck—” The heat of Jeno’s cum splattering across his skin and the increased friction of Jeno’s walls grinding against him leave Jaemin a buckling, gasping mess.
The tangled coils of tension twisted in his stomach burst all at once. He groans and lurches forward and sinks his teeth into Jeno’s chest, spilling his release into Jeno’s clenching hole.
Jeno’s hands fly to Jaemin’s shoulders, digging crescents into Jaemin’s skin to match the indentations Jaemin makes on his. “Yes,” he drools as he’s pumped full of Jaemin’s cum. “Yes—!” he wails when Jaemin fucks it deeper inside of him.
Jeno’s hips alight with renewed vigor. The muscles in his thighs ripple beneath Jaemin’s fingers as he raises himself high, then sinks down low, churning up all the creamy white painting his walls with bubbling pearls of it oozing out from his stretched rim.
His hole milks every last drop out of Jaemin. And still, he doesn’t stop. Not even when Jaemin tears himself off of Jeno's chest with a shivering hiss.
Jaemin squeezes his eyes open and closed, trying to blink away the stars blurring his vision. He doesn’t want to miss a beat of the show Jeno is putting on in front of him. And at the very least, it gives him something to focus on other than the slight sting of pain that comes paired with each pang of pleasure around his overstimulated cock.
Like a fool, he tethers his sanity to the unfettered euphoria rippling throughout Jeno in every way that it can.
Only for it to ruin him, too, as Jaemin ends up dragged into madness right beside him.
With a shaky breath, Jaemin folds an arm behind himself and rests his weight back on his elbow. He finds the best position for leverage and waits for Jeno’s next descent to meet him with a sharp, upward thrust.
“Ahh!” The suddenness makes Jeno jolt. Jaemin licks his lips at the way Jeno’s cum splatters across his abs when his cock bobs up and smacks against the mess of it all over his stomach.
Jaemin snaps his hips up again, harder, and salivates as Jeno’s eyes completely glaze over.
Jaemin fights through the sensitivity prickling at his skin to continue shoving himself in and out of Jeno. Though the more he moves, the sooner any discomfort he felt at the start becomes overtaken by pleasure. All because of the pretty little whimpers and moans spilling out of Jeno as Jaemin’s girth grinds against him.
“Good?” Jaemin asks, with no answer and no sign of Jeno even hearing the question.
He lets go of Jeno’s thigh to slap a hand over his ass. Jeno yelps and Jaemin’s brain short-circuits when he hears and feels something wet splashing onto his stomach.
“Haah.” Jaemin looks down at himself. At his chest heaving in real time as he takes in the runny liquid drenching his skin. “Oh, baby,” Jaemin croons, enamored, and unknowingly speeds up in his excitement. “Did you just come a little for me? Does it feel that good?”
“Y—yeah,” Jeno moans, too far gone to be ashamed by how sinfully he writhes on Jaemin’s cock or how earnestly he admits that it’s, “So—so good.”
Jeno’s eyes flicker between crossing and fluttering back in his head each time Jaemin drives into him. He’s so full and so slippery inside from Jaemin’s cum. The fleshy slap of Jaemin’s thighs against his ass only grows louder as the fluid that inevitably leaks from his rim whenever Jaemin slides out of him spatters sloppily across their skin as they slam back into each other.
It’s so sticky and filthy and neither of them can imagine anything hotter.
When Jaemin angles himself to rub against Jeno’s prostate on every upstroke, moans tumble endlessly from his open, panting mouth, and he sounds and looks so appetizing that Jaemin can’t stop himself from surging forward for a taste.
He can’t pull out as far when he’s sitting upright, but he makes up for it by grabbing Jeno's ass and stretching him open so he can force his entire length inside of Jeno as deep as he can physically go.
When the head of Jaemin’s cock rams against that bend in Jeno’s walls, Jeno’s entire body seizes for a moment before falling completely limp.
“That’s it, Jeno-yah, good boy,” Jaemin murmurs, barely comprehensible as he licks into Jeno’s mouth. Yet somehow, Jeno seems to understand him and arches his back to let Jaemin through.
Jaemin rocks against him in short, grinding thrusts and swallows all the little gurgling sobs Jeno makes around his tongue. He burrows inside of Jeno like that for a while, long enough for Jeno to find enough strength in his legs to move with him as well, with both of them savoring the feeling of being so profoundly intertwined with one another.
And then Jeno’s already unsteady swaying devolves into impatient squirming. His rhythm stutters alongside his breath as he exhales a whiny, “Jaem,” through a small, but no less devastating pout.
Jaemin rushes to kiss it away, peppering smooches all over Jeno’s lips and cheeks. “Yes, baby, I’m here,” he coos as he curls his hands more securely over Jeno’s bottom. “I’ve got you, I’ll take care of everything, yeah?”
Without pulling out of him, Jaemin lifts Jeno from his lap just enough to flip them over and lay Jeno down on the towel. He suppresses the grin that threatens to take over his face by nibbling on Jeno’s earlobe when he feels Jeno’s legs automatically part for him and settle themselves against either side of his waist without Jaemin having to guide them there.
The warm press of his skin and the comforting weight of his thighs send Jaemin falling back into Jeno in an instant.
He keeps Jeno’s backside raised over the edge of the bed, holding him in place to firmly rut against him. His heated exhales exacerbate the sweat building between their bodies as Jaemin slides in and out of him, putting his weight into each thrust and searing his praises into Jeno through pistoning hips and clinging hands.
Jeno’s hair fans artfully across the towel as Jaemin fucks him into the mattress. With his lower half trapped in Jaemin’s grasp, his upper half has nowhere else to go as it endures the brunt of each forceful thrust. Jeno reaches above himself to claw at the sheets while his head tosses back and forth, a picturesque flaring of black strands against a backdrop of fluffy white.
The sight of it engulfs Jaemin with a surge of affection that he channels into bearing down on Jeno even harder.
Jaemin grunts through gritted teeth as Jeno’s walls tighten sporadically around him. They squeeze as he plunges inside, sucking him in deeper, then latch onto him and resist when he dares to drag himself out. And as Jeno’s moans pitch higher and higher, so too do the rumbling sensations of them massaging against Jaemin more and more intensely.
In the brief reprieve before the next shove, Jeno disentangles one of his hands from the bedsheets and shakily trails it down his body.
Jaemin’s grip tightens at Jeno’s hips as he watches it drag across the expanse of Jeno’s neck, stopping briefly to wrap around his gasping throat.
Jaemin bucks forward, biting back a groan when it slides across Jeno’s chest, when Jeno clenches around Jaemin as his palm grazes over his nipple.
Jaemin feels himself twitch as it traces down the taut lines of Jeno’s abdominals. He tenses, ready and poised to pounce with it when it reaches lower.
But it never does.
Jeno’s hand settles exactly where it is.
And Jaemin doesn’t understand why until Jeno pushes down on his stomach and Jaemin feels the pressure of it pressing against the head of his cock.
“Ohh, fuck—” Jaemin curses through a shuddering exhale. He curls in on himself, nearly losing his footing as he does and sinking into Jeno more roughly than he intended.
Except instead of wincing away, Jeno preens into it.
His glistening lips part for a blissed-out moan as he palms at his stomach. As if he’s elated at having his guts rearranged right beneath it. There’s a glossiness to his gaze while he admires the indentation of Jaemin bulging out of him like he’s not even aware of what he’s doing, and that only makes what it does to Jaemin even headier.
Watching Jeno sends Jaemin’s vision flickering red. Looking at Jeno always makes him feel so much. Love and lust in equal measure take over his body, accelerating his heartbeat and igniting his skin as he’s possessed by something feral.
He hikes one of his legs up against the mattress, folding Jeno in half and angling himself exactly where he knows it’ll drag Jeno right over the edge with him.
Jaemin rears back slowly, then tugs Jeno’s hips back to meet him when he pounds back into him.
Jaemin’s balls slap loudly against Jeno’s ass as he bottoms out. Jeno’s moan jolts into a near scream with the momentum of it, of Jaemin driving through Jeno’s walls hard enough to slosh around the cum inside him, of the head of his cock punching into Jeno to kiss against the palm of his hand, still braced over where they’re so viscerally tied together.
“Jen—Jeno-yah—” Jaemin stutters, stumbling through the all-consuming fog of carnality permeating his enraptured mind, his clawing hands, his reaming hips.
“I—” Jaemin drives inside of Jeno and chokes back a groan at how Jeno convulses around him with it.
“I’m—” He grunts, losing his last shred of composure to the pressure in his stomach bubbling all the way up to his throat.
“Yes! Me, too,” Jeno huffs between the staccatoed moans Jaemin fucks out of him. With the last bit of strength left in his limbs, he crosses his legs around Jaemin’s waist and hooks his ankles over the small of Jaemin’s back.
There isn’t anywhere in the world Jaemin would rather be than here, but to still see Jeno straining himself to keep Jaemin locked in place, to be so blatantly desperate for Jaemin regardless of how unequivocally Jaemin needs him, too.
It crashes into him all at once. His muscles tense and his stomach coils as all of his nerves set alight, spiking him towards a high unlike any other when he sinks himself to the hilt inside of Jeno and comes.
He’s falling so suddenly and so intensely that he steals Jeno away with him, too. The throbbing tightness pulsating around his cock and the sticky warmth splattering across his torso drives Jaemin even further out of his mind. He loses all sense of rhythm as his body blindly bulldozes on, brute forcing his way in and out of Jeno’s clenching hole until it’s sloppy, gushing, ruined.
“Ahh—ahh—ahhhhh—!”
The moans he drives out of Jeno are still loud enough for Jaemin to hear even through the ringing in his ears. Even as he collapses into Jeno and muffles them with messy, open-mouthed kisses, he strains his ears so as to not miss a single note rumbled against his lips.
Measure by measure, they eventually melt into something softer and dreamier as the two of them float down from the clouds together. As Jaemin’s frantic pace eases into a sensual grind, focusing more on enveloping himself fully in Jeno’s heat and smearing his own wetness against Jeno's walls to deepen their connection.
Jeno’s breath tickles gently across Jaemin’s cheek as he trembles apart from their kiss with a shaky sigh.
Jaemin presses his lips to the corner of Jeno’s, then mouths his way down lower. The salty sweetness he licks from Jeno’s neck tingles at his tongue. It enlivens his mind and his body, which in turn makes him acutely aware of how much more sweat and grime they’re covered in.
He’s glad he at least had the presence of mind to lay down a towel beforehand, but he’s sure some of it will have soaked through to the sheets anyways.
Jaemin braces his hands against the mattress and shifts his hips to start easing out of Jeno, but Jeno draws him right back in with the legs still wrapped around his waist and the arms he scrambles to fling around Jaemin’s shoulders.
“Wait,” Jeno murmurs. “Not yet.” He brings Jaemin close to squeeze their chests flush together.
The sound and stickiness of Jeno’s cum squelching in between them should be uncomfortable, but it only endears Jaemin more to Jeno’s adorable clinginess. Especially when Jeno blinks up at him with teary, half-lidded eyes and asks him in the most devastatingly needy whisper:
“Can we stay like this? For just a little longer?”
In this moment and every other they’ve spent together, a certainty as fundamentally constant as any other rule of the universe, Jaemin indulges Jeno, just as he would and will continue to do with anything he’ll ever want.