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Jeno loves Jaemin.
It's basically common sense.
He absolutely loves everything about the youngest. His strong personality, his sarcasm and biting humor, even the silly jealousy that makes him grumpy at times. Jeno loves it when Jaemin looks at him with those sparkling eyes and a wicked smirk, when he does everything to make Jeno shy with his jokes and innuendos, and even when he smiles smugly when his mission is accomplished. Jeno loves it when he pretends he doesn't care only to throw a tantrum, but in reality is literally craving for attention. Jeno loves his citrus perfume and loves to smell it right from his neck even more, running his nose over his tanned, soft skin. And he also loves to see the thick white smoke coming out of his mouth in big puffs of air, his body slowly relaxing when it starts to hit.
But Jeno also loves to taste the sweetness that lingers on his lips whenever Jaemin alternates between inhaling from the joint and kissing his mouth, slow and hot, in that way he knows that drives Jeno crazy. He loves how his soft, warm mouth fits perfectly against his own, how their tongues curl deliciously against each other, and loves the little smacks their mouths make moving in synchrony. He loves it when Jaemin is done smoking and squeezes tightly at his waist, marking his skin, his lips playing with his neck and bruising him with the marks he loves to leave behind as a memory.
Jeno really loves everything about Jaemin.
And maybe, just as Jaemin says he needs those moments to relax and forget about the world outside, Jeno needs his boyfriend in every way possible. All the time.
Maybe he is addicted to Na Jaemin and his body.
However, Jeno cannot understand what happens to his boyfriend when he is sober. The tenderness of his touches, the utter care for his body, as if Jeno were fragile china. The docility, and all the sweet affection that was all his and for free.
It is not a complaint, far from it. But Jeno misses some of the roughness and intensity that takes Jaemin's body when he's high. The way he touches and fucks Jeno as not just a consequence of momentary heat, suppressed lust or shallow pleasure, but a necessity. As if in case he didn't spend all his time adoring Jeno's body, everything else would become meaningless.
That's why when Jeno sees the youngest sitting quietly on their couch, just enjoying the low music that echoes through the living room, eyes closed and even completely sober, Jeno finds it absurd not to be as close to his body as physically possible.
He crawls across the couch, slowly approaching Jaemin. He only stops when he's very close to the other's body, leaning on the backrest and admiring his face. Seeing his boyfriend resting his head on the same place, Jeno takes the opportunity to lean into the crook of his neck, breathing deeply and running the tip of his nose over the exposed, inviting skin. That familiar citrus scent fills his nostrils, intoxicating. Soon his lips leave kisses and more kisses all over the skin in an almost chaste touch.
An appreciative groan escapes Jaemin's lips, who lifts a hand to the older boy's neck and gently strokes the soft hair at his nape, silently urging him to continue.
"What's up, puppy?" Jaemin asks, finally opening his eyes and staring at his boyfriend.
"Nana…" Jeno calls softly and hides his face on the other's neck, the words he struggles to say lighting his cheeks aflame.
"Talk to me, sweetie," Jaemin insists, pushing Jeno away slightly only to pull him back, making him sit comfortably on his lap. He strokes the older man's dark, soft hair, down to his face, where it stops on his cheeks. "What's the reason for this sad face, huh? Did something happen?"
"N-no... I just–," Jeno cuts himself, unable to verbalize his desire.
Jaemin snaps his tongue in false disapproval at Jeno's obvious lie, making him shuffle on his lap.
"Why do I feel like you're not being honest, hm?"
"I just... I'm needy, Nana," Jeno finally speaks, shrinking even more and hiding his face in his hands.
"Oh…" Jaemin coos, a big and beautiful smile spreading across his face at his boyfriend's cuteness. After all, Jeno's always the sweetest. Jaemin chuckles before wrapping Jeno's gorgeous, strong body in his arms and squeezing him in a warm embrace, rocking sideways as if he were lulling him. "This is a very serious problem, isn't it? So I'm going to give all the hugs and kisses my little angel wants to end this annoying neediness, yeah? What does my baby think?"
"No, Nana," complains Jeno, an irritated pout and a slightly sulky tone. "It's not like this. I'm needy for you."
"And I'm right here, aren't I?"
"Ugh," Jeno huffs defeatedly, snuggling into Jaemin's body out of embarrassment. "You're getting it all wrong."
"Then explain to me exactly what you want me to give you, angel."
"I... I'm needy for you," Jeno emphasizes the last word, moving away briefly to support himself on Jaemin's chest. He caresses the region in a suggestive, albeit timid way. "You're always the sweetest to me and, don't get me wrong, I love when you spoil me and take care of me like that. But I'm just so eager…"
His husky voice dies at the end of his sentence, giving way to his pout and burning cheeks. Jaemin looks at him with a smile and a wicked gleam in his eyes.
"Hm... I think I get it now," he comments, his big hands roaming the sides of Jeno's body. He lifts Jeno up effortlessly, arranging him to straddle his legs. "But I think I'm still kind of slow. Can you show me exactly what you want to do?"
Jeno nibbles on his lower lip, ready to comply. Of course Jaemin understood, but he will always do anything to make Jeno squirm. Jeno would die saying he hates it when Jaemin does that, but he would be lying. So he adjusts his posture, his hands slowly moving down from Jaemin's chest to his abdomen, digging his short nails into the soft fabric of his shirt as he starts to roll his hips against Jaemin's.
The movement is slow and timid, but very pleasurable for both.
"Hmmm…" Jaemin hums low in his throat, one hand holding his boyfriend's slim waist, helping him with his movements, and the other cupping his face. Jeno rubs his cheek against the palm of his hand like a puppy looking for affection. "So that's what you want to do, is it, baby? What else?"
The low, hoarse tone of Jaemin's voice makes a shiver run through Jeno's body, and he moves his hips faster, leaning down to kiss the youngest's lips harshly. His cold fingers infiltrate under the loose t-shirt Jaemin wears, touching the warm skin of his shredded abdomen before pushing the shirt up to take it off. Jaemin assists him, raising his arms. He does the same with Jeno afterwards, removing his white hoodie and letting his hands roam down his chest to touch Jeno's sensitive nipples.
A breathy sound escapes the older boy, who bites his lips, throwing his head back. His cock is almost completely stiff under his comfy sweats and the same seems to happen with Jaemin, since he can clearly feel his boyfriend chub up under him, poking at his ass.
Jeno has always found it amazing how easily Jaemin turns him on.
The latter, in turn, leans forward into the kiss and holds Jeno in place by the tight grip on his waist. Jeno takes hold of his shoulders and when they break the kiss he squeezes the muscles there, feeling the youngest rubbing his lips across his skin, biting his earlobe, his jaw, his neck, his collarbones. His tongue traces random patterns on his chest, leaving a cold trail of saliva behind.
But it's wonderful when his lips finally reach Jeno's nipples, sucking hard on them between licks and bites. Jeno gasps now and then, whimpering softly as he presses his body down against Jaemin's dick, moving more desperately each second.
Jaemin growls full of lust, bucking his hips up, eliciting a high keen from Jeno before pushing the older to the side, laying his body on the couch. Jeno bites his lips, horny and hot and desperate, when he sees that familiar fire on Jaemin's eyes, as if he were going to devour him all up.
And that was exactly what Jeno wanted.
Jaemin fits perfectly in between his legs like a puzzle piece, looking at him from above with that cocky look on his eyes that Jeno absolutely hates (loves), massaging his plush thighs over the soft fabric of the pants covering them. Soon, his hands are supporting his weight on the sides of his boyfriend's head, rolling his hips against Jeno's slowly, rubbing their already hard cocks. Jeno whimpers high and needy, wrapping his legs around Jaemin's hips and bringing his hands to his soft brown hair, pulling harshly at the strands.
"J-Jaemin-ah," he cries out, interrupted by another moan. He can't stand feeling his body this close anymore and still not be enough. "Please... Off."
His hand roams towards the elastic band of his own pants and Jaemin catches it, replacing it with his own and pulling the piece of clothing off of Jeno's body, which leaves him completely bare and exposed to the cold air of the room, since he wasn't wearing any underwear. Jaemin doesn't do much of a ceremony before holding his boyfriend's erection, cock dripping and achingly hard. His thumb taps right over the slit, watching more of that liquid come out, slicking the angry red, swollen tip. Jaemin then takes his finger to his mouth, tasting his boyfriend's slightly bitter, slightly salty precome, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.
But the moment doesn't last long since Jeno, even lost in the pleasure that Jaemin's handjob provides him, is still conscious enough to try to pull the other's pants down with his toes. Failing, of course. But it's enough for Jaemin to look at him with that cocky, hungry look once more, as if to challenge him.
"Please, Nana," he asks, completely breathless, not up for his little games. "I don't need any of that right now. Only need you, please…"
And hearing such a plea in that beautiful and needy voice that only his boyfriend has, Jaemin doesn't think twice before making his wish come true. He gets rid of his own pants, followed by his underwear and returns to the previous position, settling between his boyfriend's strong thighs.
"If this was what you wanted from the beginning, why didn't you ask me right away, my little angel?" asks the youngest, bending down to leave a plethora of affectionate kisses on Jeno's soft and bite swollen lips. The boy feels his chest warming and his cheeks burning again, shyness striking as he gets all that affection that makes him giggle.
My God, even when Jeno is spread out in front of him Jaemin still treats him as if he were a pet.
Jeno, however, says nothing. Instead, he wraps his arms around his boyfriend's neck, pulling him closer for an eager kiss. Tongues curl, lips clash and teeth bite, accompanied by deep sighs and little gasps. Jeno's short nails scratch down Jaemin's broad back, who moves a few inches away, pulling hard the air between his teeth in a hiss when he feels the burning of the marks. A low, charming chuckle is released under his heavy breathing.
"How do you want it, love?"
"I want you to take me like when you are high."
And Jaemin seems happy to obey.
Foreplay doesn't last long. In reality, they barely happen, since Jeno insisted that he couldn't take the waiting anymore and didn't want any of that. That nothing would be better than having Jaemin buried inside him. And how would Jaemin be able to resist that?
He walks away from Jeno and into their bedroom only to retrieve the lube. It wouldn't be much work to open him up since their sex life is considerably active, so they are used to everything, even the pain. Jeno, in fact, even likes that light burning sensation when Jaemin is pushing in, the younger knows that very well. Jaemin doesn't bring a condom to use since, precisely because they have a very active sex life, they undergo frequent exams and check-ups to keep their health up to date. They trust each other blindly, so they simply spoke about their preferences at the beginning of their relationship and the final decision was unanimous.
Even though he knew that Jeno didn't want that much prep to receive him, Jaemin still takes his time, enjoying every sigh and sob, every moan and every expression on his boyfriend's beautiful face. He bites his lips, massaging his cock with the other hand in search of some relief, feeling consumed by the sinful scene that blesses his eyes. He cannot resist the urge to bend down and adore Jeno's thick, pale thighs for a while, with kisses and bites and squeezes, which makes Jeno unconsciously spread his legs open more and more. That was definitely one of his favorite parts of his boyfriend's body.
Jaemin liked to pay attention to the contrasts that surrounded his pet's body, as he liked to call him. Jeno had that dry, cold posture at first. Many thought he was cold and rude before even meeting him, barely knowing that the whole facade was just his shyness inhibiting him. Jaemin liked the contrast between his manly, strong appearance, all sharp features and deep voice for a tall boy with broad shoulders and muscular body, compared to all the whining and pouting he does when he wants something from Jaemin. It was a side of him that Jaemin was very proud to be the only one to witness.
Jaemin, on the other hand, was the opposite of his boyfriend. He was affectionate and gentle with everyone, always offering sweet words and encouragement, his warmth, his hugs. But with Jeno… Around him he could change completely. Not in a negative way, of course. All the love and affection is there too. But well; let's just say that everyone in their group of friends still believes that it's Jeno who puts Jaemin on his knees and gives him a sore throat at the end of the night.
Naive, Jaemin always says.
Back in the moment, even knowing he was going against all of his boyfriend's pleas, Jaemin allowed himself to explore Jeno's insides, long and skilled fingers pressing at every corner of his tight and warm hole with all the patience in the world. The truth is, fingering has always been one of his favorite parts of sex with Lee Jeno. There was something almost magical about noticing the power he wielded over the elder. The power and confidence that he himself placed in Jaemin's hands out of his own free will. That's how Jaemin feels seeing his boyfriend like that: powerful.
He feels extremely powerful when he sees the oldest with his eyes closed and his mouth wide open, pouring out moans and whimpers dripping with pleasure, writhing over the couch with every movement inside of him. Jaemin really loved to see that if he could destroy Jeno with only his fingers, then, with his cock...
"Jaemin!" Jeno screams, throwing his hip furiously against the younger's hand. He had just hit his prostate. Jeno's eyes shot open, staring at him with a glow that, while it is a plea, is also a warning. And Jaemin understands that it was more than enough prepping.
After slicking his entire erection in lube, Jaemin doesn't miss a beat before burying himself to the hilt in Jeno, who literally screams, rolling his eyes back and arching his back in a perfect arc.
They start slow and deep, as they love to do. Jaemin rolls his hips, grinding deeply and slowly against his boyfriend's ass, who gasps, digging his nails into his biceps in response. He keeps this patient rhythm until he can't take it anymore, pulling his cock out almost entirely and thrusting back in roughly, so rough it made Jeno's body slide up on the soft cushions of the couch. The already ruined boy moans loudly, almost in a pitiful mewl, mind already in another dimension.
Soon they start to increase the pace, rocking their bodies in unison. Their eyes remain open, focused on absorbing each other's expressions, completely destroyed and lost in pleasure. Jaemin grabs one of Jeno's thighs, hooking it over his shoulder and pressing their bodies impossibly closer, almost bending the elder in half. His free hand squeezes and scratches Jeno's other thigh, the same one he uses as a support for his own weight, consequently pushing Jeno's legs wider and wider. The position allows him to reach even deeper into him, who moans and whines and sobs, unable to control his sounds even if he wanted to.
And it is when that magical spot is hit that Jeno screams.
He really screams, just like a dumb whore in those raunchy porn movies, high-pitched, with tears in his eyes and a breathless curse at the end, but in Jeno's case his pleasure was indisputably real and from his very gut.
He grabs Jaemin's brown hair with unbridled strength, bringing their faces together for a messy, sloppy kiss, all teeth and tongue, feeling closer and closer to the edge.
"Fuck me," he pleads completely out of breath, his eyes closed and his brows furrowed in total pleasure. The words come out like a mantra from his lips at every piston of Jaemin's hips. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…"
And so Jaemin does. He fucks him until Jeno can't take it anymore, the oversensitivity making him try to move away from his touch when he feels one of Jaemin's hands closing around his dick. Jaemin fucks him so much that he can barely feel his body, completely numb. Fucks him so good he thinks he'd stay ruined and fucked out just like that forever, feeling it till next week. He fucks him so hard he makes Jeno lose any sense of time and space and even forget his own name, unable to think about anything besides his cock slipping in and out of his body. And fucks him so hard that Jeno can't even warn him before his dick explodes in endless spurts of cum, his whole body contracting and twitching, muscles tensing to the point of pain and body shaking violently. The shots of his cum covered his belly and chest in white, reaching his face and even his boyfriend's chin, but Jaemin's hand was still pumping his aching cock, moving up and down quickly in such a pressure so delicious it hurts.
Even when he comes down from his high and Jeno finally relaxes, body all melted and destroyed on the couch, Jaemin keeps stimulating him while still thrusting with all his strength into his tight hole. Jeno opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. He was so tired that he had no voice to groan, much less to speak. Tears flow down fast and hot from the corners of his eyes, body writhing due to the sharp little sting of over-stimulation taking him all over. He also finds himself unable to ask the other to stop, even though he knows that his true will was far from that. His cock was already hardening once again, but his body couldn't take another round.
But Jaemin was absolutely tireless, watching Jeno's every movement under him with all his pleasure and love. The feeling of power he has while looking at his boyfriend at those moments makes him overflow little by little. Seeing all that beautiful mess and the complete damage, knowing that he's the one responsible for destroying Jeno at that point was enough to make his eyes roll back into his skull, head thrown back before he came inside of Jeno, hot spurts of cum painting his insides languidly. His thighs were shaking and his hips slowed down, but he kept fucking in with the same intent, until the last drop spilled into Jeno. And that's when the boy under him whined again, coming onto his hand for the second time in a pitiful little spurt of white.
Minutes passed and Jaemin was still lying on Jeno's body, caring little about all the sweat and the cum all over their bodies and that point.
They were used to being intense, but never something on that scale. Both have the feeling that they have never felt so satisfied, fulfilled and complete as at that moment.
Sighing, finally, Jaemin gets up, looking for something to clean them.
When he feels the wet, warm towel running all over his body, Jeno does nothing more than open his eyes lazily, unable to do more than that for at least the next few hours.
But even so, Jaemin manages to drag him into a warm and relaxing shower, drying his body patiently and dressing him in cozy, comfortable clothes afterwards. He then settled Jeno snugly on the bed before getting under the blankets himself. Jeno clings to his body almost immediately, with arms and legs, when he lays next to him, practically purring against his neck as his hair is stroked slowly.
Both are about to fall asleep when a tired chuckle escapes Jaemin's lips, who kisses Jeno's forehead.
"I think I can deal with this neediness of yours more often."