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It’s a normal day for the NCT Dream members as they go through their usual schedules of music shows. Today, however, they agree to do a vlive upon coming back to the SM building.
The live starts. All is well. They let people enter first, laughing and smiling as they talk about random events from the past few days. Everything is good for the first half of the vlive. But somewhere in the middle, Jaemin, who’s seated next to Mark, catches Jeno’s attention from across the couch. The younger is giggling with their leader, pushing him slightly and tickling him, before wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug.
Jeno breathes warm air as his hands ball into fists, his veins protruding on his forearms and neck. The two stay like that throughout almost the entire vlive, and it has Jeno’s jaw clenching as he watches them through the camera.
Eventually, the vlive ends and they all stand up to go do their separate schedules or errands. Jaemin is about to get ready to head home with their manager, but the moment he stands up, bright and unknowing smile still on, Jeno sends him one look, and then leaves. That one look sends shivers up his spine, and he swallows as he watches his boyfriend’s shrinking figure.
Then, he gets a text.
‘Bathroom. Now.’
Upon reading the two words, Jaemin feels his palms begin to sweat. The tone of the message, the look Jeno gave him, the way he left without a word. He knows exactly what he’s in for.
He spares a shaky bow and a goodbye to his manager, giving him a lousy excuse to stay back for a few minutes, before quickly walking to the bathroom. His footsteps are heavy as he enters, shutting the door behind him reluctantly.
“H-Hello?” his voice echoes in the room, and he stares at his reflection in the wide mirror for a while before he hears one of the cubicle doors open.
The moment he sees Jeno, his stance changes. His hands clasp together and feet close, his head hangs low as he stares at the tiles.
The older hums as he walks and stops right in front of him. He brings a hand up to his face, caressing softly. Naturally, Jaemin leans into the touch, the warmth comforting. But it turns into icy cold shivers when he hears Jeno’s condescending laugh.
“Jaemin-ah,” he calls, tone everything but sweet. He leans forward, tucking a hair behind Jaemin’s ear before whispering, “Follow me.”
Jeno turns around and walks away without another word. He enters the last stall, leaving it open for his special guest to join him. Jaemin’s mind goes to immediately one thing as he whips his head around and spots the unlocked main bathroom door.
We might get caught.
But when he looks back at Jeno, he sees that he’s watching him, and firmly, he shakes his head no. Jaemin swallows as he reluctantly walks towards the stall that his boyfriend is in, leaving the main door unlocked.
He heaves heavy breaths once he’s finally in and has closed the bathroom stall’s door. He doesn’t even get the chance to spin around and face the older before Jeno’s figure comes up behind him, trapping him where he’s standing.
“Oh, Jaemin,” Jeno whispers, his breath fanning across the younger’s nape. His hands come up to his sides, running up and down sensually. Jaemin holds his breath and shuts his eyes as he feels Jeno’s hardening length pressing right against his thin cotton trackpants.
“Do you know what you’ve done?” Jeno asks as his hands finally stop on his hips, tentative as they slip under Jaemin’s white t-shirt and meet the bare flesh. Once they’re there though, he grasps at the soft skin surely, eliciting a small gasp from the younger.
Jeno begins planting kisses on the exposed skin at the back of his neck, soft and wet.
“Y-Yes,” Jaemin finally answers in a small voice.
Not satisfied, Jeno bites down on the spot between his neck and shoulder, prompting the younger to stutter out a, “Y-Yes, sir .”
He feels Jeno smile against his skin as he ghosts his lips over his shoulder, his shirt already long fallen to the side.
“Do you know what you deserve then?” he asks, breath warm against Jaemin’s ear.
“A punishment, s-sir,” Jaemin replies shakily. He whimpers when Jeno suddenly licks the shell of his ear, before pressing a soft kiss on it.
“That’s right, sweetheart.”
The younger unconsciously lets out a whimper when Jeno’s hand travels up his shirt and meets one of his sensitive buds, twisting them between two fingers. He squirms in Jeno’s arms when the older pushes forward, grinding his bulge on Jaemin’s ass.
Jeno chuckles lowly right in his ear, “You’re so sensitive, baby. I’ve barely even touched you.” Though he says it as he rocks forward once more, eliciting a soft moan from Jaemin.
Immediately, he gasps upon hearing himself, a hand flying up to cup over his mouth. Jeno smiles,
“Don’t worry, baby. Let me hear you.”
Jaemin gasps when Jeno suddenly inserts his fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down with his underwear in one quick move.
“J-Jeno, not here,” his legs tremble when cold fingers tiptoe over the back of his thighs.
“Not here?” the older chuckles against his ear. “Did you think about that earlier? Hm? Don’t pretend you didn’t know it was coming. You know what I don’t like, don’t you, baby? You know what gets me angry?” he asks as his palm flattens over Jaemin’s inner thighs, moving up and lightly passing over his crack.
“Y-Yes, sir,” Jaemin shivers. Of course, he knows. Jeno has always been fine with his boyfriend getting sweet and affectionate on camera for the fans, but when it came to the members, he was quite firm about his stance. He doesn’t like it when his boyfriend directs his attention to other people, especially when he’s right there in the room. He’s greedy when it comes to Jaemin. He likes that he is the only person who ever gets to satiate him, to touch him, to make him happy, to make him feel good .
Jaemin knows what’s coming, it’s always been like this whenever Jeno was jealous. Whenever he deserves a punishment. It isn’t a matter of pleasing Jeno and choking on his cock until he can’t take it anymore. It isn’t a matter of riding Jeno until his legs almost break and his hole is sore.
It isn’t a matter of pleasing Jeno. No, not at all.
It’s a matter of Jeno sticking his tongue and fingers in his ass, teasing him without end, before finally satiating him by fucking him so hard that the shape of Jeno’s cock is engraved inside of him, and he can’t count the number of times he has cummed.
It’s a matter of pleasing Jaemin.
Until he can’t walk properly. Until he can’t think of anything else. Until all he can do is moan and scream Jeno’s name. Until all he feels is pleasure running through his veins, the sound of Jeno’s grunts and dirty words lingering in his mind, days after he’s finished with him.
The thought alone sends a shiver down Jaemin’s spine.
The older sinks to his knees, hands going straight to his ass cheeks as he spreads them apart to get a view of what he desires so much to devour. He comes closer and places a wet kiss on one of the cheeks, before spreading them again and licking a stripe over the pink hole.
“Fuck,” Jaemin whispers as his hands clench into fists. “J-Jeno, wait, we’re in-”
He’s stopped when Jeno suddenly shoves his tongue into his hole, no mercy as he spreads his ass cheeks further apart.
“You’re swearing?” the older asks as he pulls away and instead sticks one of his long, dry fingers inside. He stands up and hovers over his ear again, whispering, “Don’t you know your manners, baby?”
Jaemin nods frantically before his forehead knocks onto the cubicle door. “Y-Yes, sir. I-I’m sorry.” Jeno’s finger slides in and out of him without falter, and the friction has the younger’s knees shaking.
“S-Sir, it’s too dry,” he pants, “h-hurts.”
Jeno yanks his finger out immediately. “Are you complaining? Hm? Do you suggest I just leave you here then? Is that what you want?”
The younger shakes his head quickly and almost sobs out at the thought of not being satiated. “No, sir. I’m sorry, sir, please.”
“Fine. Since you’ve apologized so nicely,” Jeno hums, coming closer and bringing his hand up and around him, “I’ll comply with your request.” He puts up three fingers in front of Jaemin’s lips and he doesn’t need to say another word before they’re inside the younger’s mouth, being sucked and coated with as much saliva as he can.
Once they’re wet enough, Jeno takes them out slowly, before bringing them back around to his ass. “Good boy.” He slowly pushes one finger in again, and it quickly becomes two, and then he’s pushing all three of them deep into Jaemin. The younger squeezes his eyes shut, biting on his bottom lip to keep his noises to himself. But it’s almost impossible when Jeno begins thrusting his fingers in and out, pressing against his spot with every thrust.
“You like seeing me jealous? Huh?” he asks condescendingly, the speed of his thrusts becoming faster. “You like being a bad boy?”
Jaemin shakes his head, tears flowing down his eyes when Jeno shows no mercy and begins kissing and biting on his neck and shoulder. When he feels that the younger has adjusted, his thrusts speed up, earning him a choked out moan from his boyfriend.
“You’re such a slut, Jaemin. Asking for everyone’s attention. Can anyone else make you feel like this? Hm? Does anyone else make you feel this good?”
Quickly, the younger shakes his head. But Jeno isn’t satisfied.
“Say it.”
Jaemin swallows and gasps out for air as he feels his release coming.
“N-No. Only you can, s-sir. Only you.”
Jeno smirks, and he moves his fingers even faster. “That’s right, baby. Such a good boy for me.”
Jaemin keens at the praise, and he squeezes his hands into balls as his back arches.
He forgets to hold back a moan, “S-Sir, I’m going to-”
But Jaemin doesn’t get to finish because Jeno’s hand wraps around him, fisting his cock as quickly as he’s thrusting his fingers inside of his hole.
“Let go,” Jeno whispers in his ear, “Be a good boy.”
“Oh, fuck ,” Jaemin nearly screams as his hot cum spurts all over Jeno’s hand, his entire body shaking in his hold. He presses his thumb against his slit just to hear Jaemin whimper again, and it makes him chuckle lowly before he finally takes his hands off of him.
Sheepishly, the younger pulls his pants and underwear back up. Then he’s turning around, and the first thing he sees is Jeno looking directly at him as he licks his release off of his hand.
“You taste so good,” he smirks when he licks it all clean, save for a small amount that’s dripping off his index finger. He steps forward and puts it up to Jaemin’s lips, who sticks his tongue out without hesitation before enclosing his lips around his digit, all while looking into Jeno’s eyes. He sucks a tiny bit just for fun before he pulls away with a pop. Jeno immediately surges forward and kisses him softly, supporting him with an arm around his waist.
“You’re so good for me,” he whispers against Jaemin’s lips, earning him a soft smile from the younger.
———
The following week, they have a filming schedule for a music show. The entire time, Jeno seems to be in a good mood, laughing and getting clingy with Donghyuck. Jaemin doesn’t say anything, but his gaze lingers on the way his boyfriend sits on the other’s lap, or the way he lets Donghyuck hug and cuddle him.
It’s fine, really.
After the long day, they come home and take showers. Jeno is the last one to finish, and when he enters his shared room with Jaemin, he sees him lying down, as if waiting for him.
“What’s up?” he asks as he ruffles his hair with his towel, still shirtless and only in his black sweatpants.
Jaemin shakes his head and smiles. He stands up, biting on his bottom lip as he walks closer to Jeno. Once close enough, he wraps his arms around his boyfriend, attaching his lips on his without hesitation. Jeno kisses back eagerly, hands already on his waist and slowly walking them back.
“Aren’t you tired?” he chuckles against the younger’s lips when they pull away breathless and hit the edge of the bed.
Jaemin shakes his head, “Not at all.” He kisses Jeno’s lips once, smiling when the older chases after him. “You know, Jeno,” he whispers, one of his hands reaching into the pocket of his own sweatpants. “You were quite- enthusiastic today.”
Jeno chuckles, “What do you mean, baby?”
At that, Jaemin’s eyes go dark. Within a second, he flips them over so he can push Jeno down onto the bed. He plants his knees on either side of him, before immediately placing a black cloth over the older’s eyes. He ties it at the back of his head tightly, smirking when Jeno is absolutely helpless.
“Jaemin, what are you-”
Jeno is cut off when the younger kisses him square on the lips, just for a few seconds to shut him up.
“You can’t just ask ‘ what do you mean ,’ hm? Do you think I’m oblivious to what you’ve been doing?”
Jeno lets out a confused sound. If this were in a different context, Jaemin would’ve giggled. But instead, he smirks as he lightly trails his fingers down from the blindfold he had put on, to Jeno’s lips, to his neck, to his chest, to his abdomen, and then they stop right at his crotch.
The older groans when Jaemin gets a full grasp of it, palming lightly over the fabric.
“Oh, Jeno,” he leans in and whispers right in his ear. “Do you know what you’ve done?” he asks as he squeezes Jeno in the palm of his hand, showing no mercy when the older tries to close his legs.
When his boyfriend gives no response, Jaemin rolls his eyes. “Maybe this will remind you,” he says before he gets off the bed and turns around, placing both of his hands on Jeno’s thighs and then sitting down right on his erection. It earns him a loud groan and a breathless, “fuck,” from his boyfriend, to which Jaemin smirks.
“Do you know now?” he asks as he lifts himself up and pushes his ass down on Jeno’s clothed cock again, focusing on bringing him to the edge. The older shakes his head quickly, “Jaemin, I-I’m sorry.”
“Oh are you?” he asks condescendingly, making Jeno nod earnestly. Jaemin feels hands coming up to his waist, trying to move him so he grinds down on the older faster.
“I-I am, baby, I am. You know I am-”
Jeno is stopped by his own gasp when Jaemin moves away from him, only to come back and tie his hands behind his back harshly.
“You know,” the younger begins as he tightens the knot. He moves back, no hesitation at all as he pulls Jeno to stand up, takes his sweatpants between his fingers, and brings down both his pants and underwear in one swift move. “I’m starting to think this is quite unfair.” He pushes Jeno to sit back down on the bed, and the way he looks right now – blindfolded, unaware of what’s happening around him, and completely undressed – makes Jaemin want to take him right then and there. But then he thinks, where’s the fun in that? So he smiles as he comes closer to Jeno, the tips of his fingers trailing over his bare thighs.
“W-Why do you say so?” the older stutters out, voice quivering when he feels Jaemin’s breath on his legs.
“Because,” Jaemin begins trailing his fingers up, to the inside of Jeno’s thigh, until there’s just a feather of a touch over his hard cock. “You always punish me for such small things.” He takes Jeno in his palm and grasps him loosely, moving his hand up and down excruciatingly slowly. There’s just the slightest amount of friction, and Jaemin smiles when he sees the frustration in Jeno’s face. “I just thought … wouldn’t it be fair if I punished you too?” he says as he digs his thumb into the slit, not stopping the pressure even when the older whispers curses and thrashes around.
“God, J-Jaemin, I’m sorry, please.”
At that, Jaemin smirks. He doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t give any warning before he takes Jeno into his mouth, going all the way down until his tip hits the back of his throat. He hears his boyfriend moan above him, and he can see how hard he’s trying not to thrust up into him. He swallows around him once, before pulling off completely and watching his own saliva drip all over Jeno’s length. He takes him in his palm, fisting up and down quickly before going down once more and focusing on sucking as much as he can. He smiles around him when he sees Jeno throw his head back, cursing loudly and forgetting about the other members that are home as well.
Jaemin pulls off, breathless as he strokes the angry red cock in his hand slowly. “You’re so mean to me, Jeno-ya,” he says before he sticks his tongue out and licks the tip. His attention is torn away however, when he sees the pink puckering hole just below it, clench and unclench on nothing.
“Do you know what that feels like?” he smirks, going lower slowly. “Do you want to know what it feels like?” he asks sweetly, condescendingly, and Jeno shivers when he feels Jaemin’s breath right by his entrance.
He unbinds his hands, pushes his boyfriend down to lay on the bed, and then keeps him open as he kneels between his legs.
Hand already beyond wet from his own saliva from giving his boyfriend a hand and blowjob, Jaemin doesn’t wait any further as he circles his finger on the hole. He smiles as he watches Jeno’s reactions, loving how sensitive he is.
“Same safe word?” he asks, looking up at his lover.
Jeno nods.
“Jelly.”
And then Jaemin is pushing his finger into his boyfriend, making his way deeper inside slowly. He carefully watches Jeno’s expression as he moves it in and out, relishing in how he sucks him in tightly. Jaemin thinks it’s his first time, but as he continues, he feels that the slide is a bit loose for a first time, so he raises an eyebrow at the way Jeno sucks in a second and a third finger easily.
“You-” he trails off, fingers slowing down, and the lack of friction has Jeno whining, making Jaemin stop completely.
“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” he asks genuinely, though there’s a sly smirk on his lips when Jeno stays silent and simply swallows. He pushes all his fingers together and thrusts them deep inside Jeno, hitting his prostate. His lover arches his back in response, a raspy moan coming out of him when Jaemin drags his fingers out a bit and thrusts back into the same spot.
“I-I’ve thought about it.”
Jaemin’s fingers don’t stop thrusting, speed quickening a bit. He does raise an eyebrow at the words though.
“ It?” he asks, and he smiles when he feels Jeno’s hole clench around him as he hits his prostate again. “You mean,” he starts, keeping his fingers on his prostate and pushing on it even more, gaining him a strangled moan from the older.
“Me fucking you?”
He sees Jeno bite down on his bottom lip. And then he nods. Jaemin can’t help the way his grin widens.
“So you’ve fingered yourself,” he pants out as he suddenly speeds up his thrusts, “while thinking of me fucking you?”
Between staggered breaths, Jeno whispers, “Yeah.”
That makes Jaemin growl as he takes his fingers out. He strips himself of his clothes, quickly spitting on his palm and slicking up his own cock, before lining it up on Jeno’s hungry hole.
Jeno’s eyes roll to the back of his head the moment Jaemin enters him, his lover’s cock being much thicker than the usual fingers he fucks himself with. Jaemin on the other hand, is trying his hardest not to thrust in immediately. The way Jeno sucks him in is driving him insane .
“Fucking hell,” he curses, and he glances up at Jeno quickly, only to see his lips parted, looking all pretty with his hair fanned out on the white sheets. The fact that he’s blindfolded turns the both of them on even more. Every touch and every thrust feels intensified.
“You okay?”
“Y-Yeah,” Jeno huffs out, “You can move now, Jaem.”
Slowly, he pulls out until just the tip is in, and then thrusts forward, hitting Jeno’s spot from the beginning. The tight warmth around him makes him keep thrusting again and again, chasing after the warm and wet friction, of the feeling of being squeezed so tightly. Gradually, his pace increases, and it’s when Jeno lets out a loud moan that he leans forward to kiss his boyfriend on the lips, swallowing his sounds as he pounds deep, deep into him.
“Faster, baby, please,” Jeno moans out, pushing Jaemin to the edge as he snaps his hips fast and hard, to the point that the bed is rocking against the wall.
“Only ‘cause you asked so nicely,” he huffs out as he buries his face in Jeno’s neck. “God, you’re so hot, Jen. You drive me crazy. I bet you flirted with Hyuck on purpose to get me pissed, didn’t you?”
“No, no!” Jeno screams, clawing on the younger’s back when Jaemin purposely misses his prostate. “I-I didn’t, I promise. I’ll be good, I-I’m sorry. Jaemin, please.” The younger growls upon hearing Jeno beg for him, thrusting faster and finally hitting his sweet spot again.
The sound of skin slapping on skin along with the sound of Jeno’s moans and pants right in his ear makes Jaemin’s hips stutter, feeling close to his release already. Quickly, he reaches between them and wraps a hand around Jeno’s cock.
“Fuck, J-Jaemin!”
The moment Jeno releases all over his hand, Jaemin finally lets go and cums deep inside his hole, relishing in the way the older clenches around him.
“Holy shit,” he pants out as he slowly guides his cock out of his boyfriend. “Is that how good it feels everytime you fuck me? What the fuck .” He collapses on top of him, head laying on his chest. With shaky fingers, he pushes Jeno’s blindfold up, making the older gasp softly as he’s finally out of the darkness.
Jeno chuckles, placing a hand over Jaemin weakly. “Yeah.”
Jaemin thinks they’re done, but within a second, Jeno suddenly flips them over, palms planted on either side of the younger’s head as he looks down at him hungrily.
“But I bet you feel better,” he whispers, making Jaemin’s breath hitch.
Then, Jeno’s eyes drift from his lover to the blindfold that had fallen off of him as he flipped over. He licks his lips, reaches for it, and places it over Jaemin’s eyes. The younger easily complies, lifting his head so Jeno can tie it behind him. He makes sure there’s a pillow under Jaemin’s head, before slowly going down and settling between his legs, spreading them open.
Jaemin gasps when he suddenly feels a wet stripe over his hole. “J-Jeno, are you?”
Jeno doesn’t answer with words. Instead, he licks over Jaemin’s hole one more time before enclosing his lips on it.
“Fuck!”
The older licks over the fluttering hole, sucking it until it’s pink and puffy. It has Jaemin moaning above him, legs shaking as they threaten to close from the sheer amount of pleasure. Jeno holds them apart though, hands grasping the flesh of his thighs as Jaemin has no choice but to writhe and whimper above him.
When Jeno finally lets up, he moves up to kiss the younger, letting Jaemin taste himself on his tongue.
“Open,” he demands as he brings his fingers up to the younger’s lips. Jaemin complies easily, coating his digits in saliva, before pulling off and giving a teasing lick afterwards.
Jeno’s eyes darken at the sight. He kisses his boyfriend once more, simultaneously reaching back and inserting one finger into the tight heat without any warning. One quickly becomes two, two quickly becomes three, then Jeno is pushing four fingers up against his prostate. Jaemin moans into his mouth, and his eager hole welcomes his boyfriend’s fingers easily. He can still feel Jeno’s own cum smearing up against his abdomen, and it has him clenching around his digits. Jeno, on the other hand, is motivated by the warm cum that’s dripping out of his ass, the memories of just minutes ago spurring him on as he thrusts his fingers into Jaemin faster.
With one last thrust straight to his prostate, Jeno takes his fingers out of Jaemin. He sits up and strokes himself slowly a few times, spreading his own cum as he gazes at the mess that Jaemin is with heavy breaths. The younger bites down on his bottom lip in anticipation, feeling excitement bubble in his belly as he awaits Jeno’s next move.
The next thing he feels is lips against his, and then the tip of Jeno’s cock, slowly easing into him. Jaemin sucks him in with familiarity, and Jeno enters him without any pause, only stopping when he’s buried to the hilt.
“Jesus,” he hears his boyfriend groan against his lips, his heat and warmth driving Jeno insane. He smiles teasingly as he purposely clenches and unclenches, earning him another growl from Jeno. “You’re a mynx, Na Jaemin.”
He pulls out and immediately slams into the tight heat, setting a fast pace from the start. Jaemin moans, loud, so much so that Jeno clamps a hand over his mouth.
“Jesus, do I make you feel that good?” he pants out, hips angling just the right way. “Hm? Is that it?” He feels the younger hum against his hand, but it isn’t enough for him. He leans forward so his breath is right by Jaemin’s ear. He takes his hand off his mouth too, and slows down his thrusts to whisper, “Or do you want everyone to hear? Is that what it is?” He chuckles when he hears a shallow gasp, and he thrusts forward, deep and hard, just to hear it again.
“Slut.”
He pulls out abruptly, flips Jaemin over so he’s on his hands and knees. And then he lands a hard slap on his ass.
Jaemin’s curses, and he’s about to beg Jeno to fuck him like this , when out of nowhere, he feels the pressure around his head lessening, and then the blindfold is falling off. His eyebrows furrow in confusion, because it seemed like Jeno was nowhere near done with him.
A hand smooths over Jaemin’s back, pushing down a bit, making him arch slightly. Then warmth envelopes him, and he receives a wet kiss just below his ear.
“ Ride me ,” Jeno says lowly in his ear.
Jaemin swallows, but quickly nods, licking his lips as he watches the older lay down next to him. Eagerly, he straddles him. He leans forward to kiss Jeno’s lips, one hand on his chest and one reaching for his dick behind him. But then, his eyes linger on the black blindfold right next to them. Jeno follows his line of vision and understands immediately. He smiles, way too innocently, before reaching for the blindfold and placing it over Jaemin’s eyes, tying it tightly at the back.
After taking a deep breath, Jaemin begins stroking Jeno’s length a few times, before lining it up on his hole and sinking down slowly. Jeno surges forward and kisses the younger as he does so, hands on his hips guiding him downwards. They both moan into each other’s mouths, tongues dancing as Jaemin takes in more and more of him slowly.
Once Jaemin’s adjusted well enough, he brings himself up so that just the tip has caught in the ring of muscle, and without a word, he slams back down until his ass hits Jeno’s balls.
“Fuck!”
Jaemin smiles and bites down on his bottom lip, repeating the same process as he indulges in the groans and growls Jeno lets out.
“And you say I’m loud.”
Clearly, that was the wrong thing to say, because large hands suddenly grip his hips and push him up and down with force. Jaemin’s arms nearly give out when Jeno pushes him down so deep, and keeps him there for a few seconds more, before pulling him up and slamming him down again. He hits his prostate, spot-on, every single time. Jaemin doesn’t get to hold back his moans.
“Watch your words, princess,” Jeno hums as he slams Jaemin down on his cock faster and harder. “Are you really going to make me do all the work? Look at you, you can’t even do it yourself anymore. You’re so fucked out, all dumb for my cock.”
All Jaemin can do is moan, nodding as he already feels himself getting close. Jeno, still kind and loving, stops and sits up. He wraps his arms around Jaemin and lets him rest on his body. Then, he plants his feet on the bed and fucks into him, fast and hard. Jaemin lets out little whimpers and sobs in his ear, body completely given up from fucking Jeno and being fucked by him.
The sound of his balls hitting Jaemin’s ass, the warmth enveloping his cock, the soft moans and breaths in his ear, and the feeling of Jaemin’s cum still dripping out of his ass drives Jeno to the edge, slamming into the younger fast. He groans, hips stuttering when Jaemin clenches around him and cums without any warning, hot white spilling between them. Jeno follows quickly after, whispering curses as he releases into Jaemin’s heat. He rides his high out, thrusting up weakly a few times, fucking his cum back into the younger and letting it drip out. Afterwards, he unties the younger’s blindfold, and lets him rest his head on his shoulder.
They stay like that for a bit, sweaty and too tired to move their limbs. Jeno presses soft kisses on the younger’s head, smiling when he sees that his eyes are already closed.
“Baby,” he whispers, chuckling when Jaemin whines. “Baby, we’ve got to clean up.”
“Too tired,” he says as he snuggles further into his neck. “Wanna sleep.”
Jeno smiles as he gently pushes Jaemin off, laying him on the bed before beginning to stand up to get a towel to clean them up. But the moment he steps forward, he immediately groans, and he has no choice but to limp on the way to the bathroom.
Jaemin giggles when he sees his boyfriend struggling. “Now you know how it feels,” he says once the older approaches him. Jeno chuckles, but still does his best to clean the cum on (and in) both of them.
Once done, he lies down next to Jaemin and brings the covers up and over them. Jaemin immediately cuddles into him, sighing as he shuts his eyes.
Jeno pecks his lips once, before wrapping his arms around him. “I love you. That was amazing.”
Jaemin smiles, eyes still closed and mind already halfway to dreamland. “It really was. We should do it again, shouldn’t we?”
“Mhm.”
“Okay.”
Jaemin smiles and places a kiss on his boyfriend’s chest.
“I love you too.”