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Jaemin was 20 years old when he first met Jeno.

Jeno was 21 years old, an undergraduate college student from a prestigious and well-known university in the city, and Jaeminㅡlike the young teenager that he once wasㅡwas immediately intrigued by the boy, which was older than him for about 1 year.

The first time Jaemin saw the older boy was in a family dinner occasion, except for the fact that they were not actually family. Not yet at that time, at least.

The two youngsters met in a fine dining restaurant, in which Jaemin attended the dinner with his father, whereas Jeno showed up a little bit later with his mother.

The reason was exactly like what you would have thoughtㅡJaemin’s father and Jeno’s mother were ready to prepare for their future wedding together, and both thought that it would be nice if their sons could get to know each other a little bit deeper before starting a new life together, for all four of them.  

Jaemin’s mother passed away a long time ago, when Jaemin was still in kindergarten, due to a complicated sickness which was near to impossible to be cured. Most of his life, Jaemin had been taken care by his loving father, and sometimes his kind grandparents, to the point that he could not exactly remember how his life was before his mother passed away.  

After a while, Jaemin learned that Jeno’s parents were divorced several years ago, when Jeno was still in middle school. He knew for sure that the older boy’s biological father was still alive, but he was already detached from Jeno’s and his mother’s life, for most parts.

Jeno’s mother, even before her divorce, was a workaholic by nature. It was how she met Jaemin’s fatherㅡthrough her work. Jaemin’s father was a businessman and was Jeno’s mother’s old client, as the woman worked as a tax consultant.

Right, back to the boys.

Although Jaemin knew that his father had been dating a certain woman for several months, he himself had only seen his father’s soon-to-be wife through pictures that were occasionally shown by his father. He knew that the woman had a son around his age, yet he had never known the name of the boy nor how he looked like.

That was why, when Jaemin laid his eyes on Jeno for the first time, he was stunned.

Saying that the older boy was handsome would be an understatement, because he was beyond ethereal. His chiseled jawline, pointy nose, beautiful lipsㅡalong with a pretty little mole under his right eye, made Jaemin suck a deep breath as he examined the other’s strong and sharp facial features.

He could not believe how attractive and nearly perfect the person in front of him was, and that fact obviously gave him a hard time to try and pretend that he was completely unaffected by Jeno’s presence and appearance at all, throughout the so-called family dinner.

Jaemin noticed that Jeno remained stoic throughout their first meeting, yet still polite, as he calmly chatted and bonded well with Jaemin’s father, which made the older man gladㅡit was pretty obviously written on his face. On the other hand, Jaemin was behaving like the cheery social butterfly that he was, all gentle, pretty, and smiles as he kept starting conversations with any possible topic with Jeno’s mother who was seated right across his father.

Despite the fact that the dinner occasion was initially prepared so that the two boys could get to know each other, Jaemin and Jeno did not verbally converse for more than twice, mainly did so when their parents introduced them to each other. However, it was obvious to Jaemin that the older boy had thrown several sneaky and quick glances in his way throughout the dinner.

The reason why Jaemin found out was mainly because he, too, had been doing the same thing towards Jeno, who was fortunately seated across himself. It was funny to Jaemin, whenever their eyes would accidentally meet multiple times while eating and conversing with their parents, yet neither of them would start a conversation with each other on the table.

That was how their first meeting went, as much as Jaemin remembered.

And now, they all lived in the same house, all four of them. It had been 6 months since Jaemin’s father married Jeno’s mother, and everything went wellㅡthe ceremony, the wedding party, everything. Everyone who attended their wedding party was mainly happy and glad, and even Jeno’s own father showed up at the wedding, with his own arm candy. No bad blood, no bad blood.

Even after 6 months living together, Jaemin still somehow found it difficult to properly bond and talk with Jeno as stepbrothers, that even he himself was confused.

Jaemin himself was, again, a social butterfly, even in college. Even at the first glance, it was easy to tell that Jaemin could easily strike a conversation and get along with anyone, as if he knew how to behave, act, and speak around different kinds of people, according to their personality.

On the other hand, Jaemin realized that Jeno warmed up quickly towards his father, and the two had gotten along well as a stepfather and stepson (Nothing to be questioned about Jaemin and his new motherㅡthey obviously went along well since the very first meeting. The older woman was practically the embodiment of an angel).

So, why could it not be the same with Jaemin too? What possibly went wrong?

Yet, for some reasons, Jaemin could always instinctively catch Jeno’s eyes staring at him at the most random times of the day. For example, when both of them were assigned to do the house chores, or when the entire family went out together. In most cases, their parents would of course be attached to each other by the hip, and Jaemin would eventually be awkwardly left to stick around Jeno, although both did not talk much.

Not much really ever happened at home, due to the fact that both boys had their own bedrooms at the second floor of their house, and they stayed inside their respective rooms most of the time.

However, this time, it might be different.

“Maldives?”

Jaemin asked, his eyebrows tightly furrowing as he leaned back against the sofa in their living room, his eyes looking straight into his father’s with a questioning look.

His father sighed right after. “Yes, Nana. It’s been 6 months, and the honeymoon is already long overdue. It’d be only for a week, anyway. It shouldn’t be a problem, right?” He continued afterwards, giving a hopeful smile towards his son.

“So, I’m going to be alone with Jeno in this house for an entire week?” Jaemin replied, lowering his voice just in case before scratching the back of his head, biting the bottom layer of his lips. “I mean... It’s alright, Dad. Of course, you need to spend some time alone with Mom too. I just don’t know how to behave around him,” he said.

Upon hearing this, his father emitted a low chuckle, playfully patting the younger boy’s shoulder. “About time you and your stepbrother get along well, you know. Even Mom could tell that both of you are still very awkward around each other. A week is a long timeㅡenough for you to befriend him as your older brother. He’s very nice and neat,” his father replied with a tone as low as Jaemin’s, trying to reassure the boy.

“I know he’s nice. I don’t even know why everything turns awkward between us two,” Jaemin replied again. “But, I guess you’re right. It’s been 6 months, I can’t keep being awkward around him forever.”

“That’s my boy,” his father chimed in, grinning. “Make sure you two are going to get along well by the time me and your mom get home from Maldives, aight?” The older man said, once again patting Jaemin’s shoulders, before getting up from the sofa and heading towards the kitchen, where his wife was cooking.

It’d be just fine, it’s just a week, Jaemin thought.

The first morning their parents left the house to go on their late honeymoon trip, both Jaemin and Jeno were still asleep in their own bedrooms, the couple only leaving several sticky notes plastered on the dining table filled with numerous reminders for the teenagers. They had already said their goodbyes to each other the evening before, though.

It was Saturday morning, 7 A.M., and Jaemin was the first person to wake up. Since he (and Jeno) did not have any Saturday class, Jaemin was taking his sweet time in the kitchen, brewing his own coffee. He had always had a habit of drinking coffee on an empty stomach, although his friends at college often reminded him to at least cut down on the coffee, especially on an empty stomach.

As Jaemin was stirring his coffee mug while sitting in the dining table, he was visibly startled due to the sudden presence of another human-being beside himㅡJeno.

The older male had never made lots of noise while moving around in the house, even his footsteps always sounded light and barely noticeable. This explained why Jaemin often got caught off guard by Jeno’s sudden presence around him as soon as they moved into the same house together.

Jaemin tilted his head up, looking right at Jeno who was standing about two meters away from where he was seated. The older boy was visibly half-awake, one of his hands scratching the back of his own head as he had his nose scrunched up and his eyes still half-open.

What caught Jaemin’s attention the most was the fact that Jeno was only wearing a sleeveless tee and a pair of basketball shorts as he walked closer towards Jaemin, which made the younger involuntarily trail his eyes towards Jeno’s toned armsㅡhis arm muscles tightly bulging as a result of years of exercises and gym training and workouts.

Jaemin could only swallow a lump in his throat as his orbs were practically almost glued to how the older boy’s sculpted figure looked in front of him, which was pretty much embarrassing. No one should be checking out their own sibling in a sensual way, right?

Except for the fact that the two boys were not blood-related at all.

“Jaemin?” Jeno asked, inching closer to the dining table while tidying his own hair using his fingers, which immediately caused Jaemin to suck in a deep breath. The boy did not even realize that he had been biting his own lower lip until Jeno’s voice brought him back to reality, causing him to look alerted.

“OhㅡYeah? Oh, you just woke up, right,” Jaemin responded in a stiff manner, trying to divert his gaze somewhere else other than the older boy, who was standing in front of him at that time.

Not minding Jaemin’s response, Jeno pulled one of the chairs and took a seat in the dining table, right across from Jaeminㅡjust like how they first met each other in that family dinner setting.

“Yeah,” Jeno shortly answered, a small smile playing on his lips as he stared at the coffee mug in Jaemin’s hands. “Another morning coffee, huh? It seems to be your habit to drink coffee every day,” he continued, brushing his hair from the front to the back using his fingertips as he leaned back to the chair.

Yes, Jaemin heard what Jeno had just said. However, he could barely register the words in his head, especially since his breath was caught the moment he saw Jeno swiftly brushing his hair back using his hand, seeing how the older male’s fringes fell back gracefully on his face.

“Jaem? You good?”

Jeno’s voice once again snapped Jaemin back to reality. The younger boy immediately straightened up in his seat, his eyes almost losing focus as he did not know where he was supposed to look without seeming like a creep, since every single inch of Jeno was insanely attractive.

“Right, another morning coffee. It’s a habit, I need coffee to function,” Jaemin replied to the older male, trying to sound as neutral as possible before forcing out a smile back at him. He then took a sip of his own coffee, trying to not mind the fact that Jeno somehow still had his eyes on him, which caused Jaemin to be a lot more self-conscious than how he was before.

After a short awkward silence, Jaemin cleared his throat. “Uh, you want anything to eat? I can make something for breakfast, if you want to,” he asked the older boy, biting his lip as he expectantly waited for an answer.

It was a rather normal question, as Jaemin was undoubtedly a great cook, and the entire house knew about it. He and Jeno’s mother had quickly bonded due to numerous baking and cooking sessions together in the past 6 months.

Jaemin’s gaze instinctively trailed down and paid attention at how Jeno’s Adam’s apple slightly bobbed, distracting him once again from the entire conversation. As if Jeno caught Jaemin staring at him, the older emitted a dry, unkind-sounding chuckle instead of verbally answering, probably amused.

In the back of Jaemin’s head, he was already silently cursing at himself for being way too obvious about how attracted he was towards the older boy, and for making things even more awkward between the two stepbrothers (at least from Jaemin’s point of view, yeah.). At this point, Jeno was probably dumb if he could not notice how Jaemin’s eyes were always fixated towards him.

Since Jeno had yet to say a thing, Jaemin decided to throw his own comment, an awkward smile plastered over his lips. “Alright, I’mㅡI’m just gonna make you a sandwich. Just wait over here,” he said, before getting up from the dining table right after, strolling his way towards the kitchen.

And Jaemin tried to convince himself that he was seeing things right when he slightly turned his head towards the dining table, only to see a slight, cheeky smirk playing on Jeno’s lipsㅡso subtle that he would have missed it if he was not attentive enough.

Huh, the hell was that?

The entire breakfast session that morning was, as expected, very very awkward. The two did not converse much, only talking about random and basic things, mostly about their respective classes in college.

Again, Jaemin mentally questioned himself regarding what possibly went wrong, since it was definitely the first time in forever that a social butterfly like Jaemin turned timid and quiet in front of a literal person. It felt as if there was something in the air that bugged him every time both of them were around each other, yet he could not pinpoint exactly what it was.

So much for getting along in a span of just a week, Dad, Jaemin thought.

The next day, Jaemin spent most of his day inside his bedroom, and only went outside mainly to cook himself some food or take some snacks from the fridge for him to bring into his own room. Although he cooked for himself, he would intentionally cook a bigger portion of food from what he usually ate and left some of the food over on the dining table for Jeno to eat, without saying anything to the older boy.

As expected, Jaemin barely talked to Jeno. The younger still somehow felt that it was difficult for him to suddenly strike a conversation with Jeno, especially when it was so easy for Jaemin to suddenly be flustered and bashful whenever the two talked. Something about Jeno was too distracting for him, yet he did not know what.

When the clock hit 6.30 P.M., Jaemin decided to step out of his bedroom to look for more snacks to steal from the fridge. Once he went out from his room, his eyes landed on the sight of Jeno, who was sitting on top of the living room sofa while watching random news in the TV.

The older seemed to notice Jaemin’s presence, as his head immediately turned towards his direction, looking still as stoic as when they first saw each other.

“Hey,” Jeno quietly acknowledged Jaemin, throwing him a tight-lipped smile before putting his attention back to the TV in front of him.

“Hey, too,” Jaemin replied, walking to where the living room was before sitting on the other end of the sofa, placing himself quite far from Jeno. “You’re watching news? At this hour? It must be boring,” he continued, trying to start a chit chat with the older.

It was true, though. The numerous times Jaemin had seen Jeno watching anything in the TV, the older male had always watched sport-related channels. Not that Jaemin could relate, though. He could barely survive bicycling with the entire family two months ago, when Jeno was the one who thought that it would be a great idea for them to warm up and exercise together.

Poor boy was nearly traumatized as he was easily out of breath after just 5 kilometers of cycling.

“Yeah, boring. None of the sport channels was interesting today, and I ran out of ideas regarding what to do to spend the rest of the day,” Jeno replied, and Jaemin stayed silent for quite a while. That was probably the longest sentence the older boy had ever spoken to him.

“Oh,” was Jaemin’s first reply, which accidentally slipped out of his lips. After a while, Jaemin’s brain then started to work again, and he tried to think of anything to respond Jeno with.

However, before Jaemin could add anything else, Jeno’s voice rang in his ears. “You ever been to a nightclub before?”

“Huh?”

“A nightclub. Have you ever been to one?”

Jaemin shifted in his seat, reaching a hand to scratch the back of his head before sheepishly huffing a breath. “Never, really. My dad has always told me to stray away from alcohol ever since I was underaged, so I naturally stray away from nightclubs or bars most of the time too, although I’m already legal, now.” He answered, before turning his gaze towards Jeno.

The older boy just nodded; his eyes were still fixated on whatever was going on in the TV.

But then, he turned his head slightly to the side, his lips slightly pursing as he looked at Jaemin. “Apparently, you’re Daddy’s good boy, huh? Nice,” He threw his comment, and Jaemin could swear that there was something else flashing through Jeno’s faceㅡamusement? Curiosity?

Jaemin could not tell. It did not help that Jeno’s voice sounded an octave lower than his normal talking tone, which sent shivers down Jaemin’s spine.

Jaemin then realized that he himself was terribly flushing, his cheeks burning with embarrassment (maybe?) as he instinctively looked away from Jeno, rapidly blinking his eyes.

“Let’s go to a nightclub, tonight,” Jeno suddenly said, which made Jaemin slightly shriek as he turned his attention back to Jeno, who was obviously still staring at the younger.

“Dad would skin me alive if he knew I went to a nightclub,” Jaemin stated. As he did so, Jeno only slightly rolled his eyes, as if he had already predicted that the younger boy was going to say exactly that. Jeno then stood up from where he was seated, before slowly making his way to Jaemin.

“Well, then, he just doesn’t have to know,” Jeno said, his eyebrows raising as he pursed his lips, like he was stating something obvious. “They’re literally away for the entire week, and I’m not that much of an asshole to snitch to your dad that you touched a slight bit of alcohol. Let’s have some fun, it’s Sunday,” he continued, a playful smile etched on his lips.

And for some reasons, Jaemin felt convinced.

“Alrightㅡonly if you promise not to tell my dad a single thing. I don’t want to die young,” Jaemin murmured while looking away from Jeno’s stare that was directed towards him.

Jaemin then heard another dry chuckle coming from Jeno. “Literally, Daddy’s good boy,” the older boy muttered, before patting Jaemin on the shoulder as a form of reassurance and brushing past him to walk to his own bedroom, probably to get dressed.

And Jaemin could only sigh as he listened to Jeno’s bedroom door being closed, pulling his own hair in slight frustration with both hands. The way Jeno had been talking to him was really pushing his buttons, noting how his insides easily churned and felt hot every time Jeno’s voice tone dropped an octave lower, as if the older already knew that he could have that effect on Jaemin.

I better not regret this, Jaemin mentally thought to himself.

That was how Jaemin found himself seated in the main bar of a nightclub located near the residence where they lived, literally feeling out of place as he looked around the room, which seemed quite unfamiliar to himㅡdespite the fact that he had seen lots of nightclub scenes in movies and dramas before.

Jaemin was wearing a white, deep V-neck t-shirt with a denim outer jacket and a pair of black jeans, along with a long, silver necklace which fit perfectly with his pale, beautiful neck.

He had tried not too think too hard while choosing his outfit that evening, since it would be the first time for him to go clubbing, and he simply did not want to overdress and embarrass Jeno. He ended up settling for something casual, and his deep V-neck t-shirt perfectly played its roleㅡshowing off his spotless, beautiful long neck for everyone in the room to see.

It did not bother Jaemin at all, at first. Yet, when he started noticing how Jeno kept stealing meaningful glances to where his necklace was, Jaemin started becoming too self-conscious with all the stares and looks some other people also gave him, even when the younger paid them no attention.

Jeno did not comment on anything, though.

If anything, Jaemin was the one who should be feeling attacked. As Jeno was sitting next to him in the main bar of the club, Jaemin studied the older male. Jeno was wearing a white t-shirt, accompanied with a black leather jacket and a pair of black tight fit pants, and the boy had the audacity to wear his ear piercings.

That had startled the younger when Jeno first went out of his bedroom after dressing up that evening, since he had never worn any piercing around their parents in the house. However, this sight of Jeno, with his silver ear piercings and his black hair styled and messily gelled back, definitely blew Jaemin away.

Jeno was so appropriately dressed that he would not even question if anyone would try to hook up with his smoking hot stepbrother in the club, and it did not help him that Jeno kept putting on a lazy smirk on his face.

Stop being so fucking hot, Jaemin had wanted to say towards the older, yet he kept quiet, although his insides were quite literally boiling.

Stop thinking and stop stealing glances, fucking Na Jaemin. He’s your stepbrother, for the love of God.

“How’s the vibe? You like it?”

Jeno’s voice ranged in Jaemin’s ear right away, startling the younger. The music inside the nightclub had been pretty loud, which made Jeno instinctively lean even closer than usual towards Jaemin to talk, probably to make sure that he could be heard by the younger.

However, that seemed to be a bad idea on Jaemin’s part, as every time Jeno spoke, he would always feel huffs of hot air against the sensitive skin of his bare neck, which invisibly tingled his insidesㅡmaking him feel funny and all that.

Jaemin thanked the heavens that the lights were pretty dim inside the nightclub, that the flush on his cheeks could not probably be seen by the older boy sitting just next to him.

“Yeah, pretty much,” Jaemin answered, and the boy did not even dare to turn his head to look at Jeno. Not when the older was still practically glued to his side, since Jaemin could feel his breath against his neck, which made him question multiple times whether the older purposefully did this to test him.

That’s impossible, though, Jaemin thought. Jeno’s not a pathetic, horny teenager like you, Jaemin. Know your place.

Instead, Jaemin looked away and put his attention on the dance floor located just across the bar, seeing how multiple people and even some couples were dancing along to the EDM music that was being loudly played by the disc jockey in front of the crowd.

“Wanna go dance?” Jeno asked, making assumptions since he saw the younger staring at the dance floor in front of them. After that, Jaemin could feel Jeno’s strong arm slithering its way around his small waist in an iron grip, his fingers snug perfectly against his side.

Jaemin felt his breath hitching, the sudden closeness caused him to whip his head to the side, catching Jeno’s dark and hazy orbs already staring back at him, his eyes hooded as he did so.

“Come on, we can dance before getting to the booze,” Jeno continued without giving Jaemin a chance to reply. Before he knew it, he was already being ledㅡor maybe dragged? ㅡby Jeno towards the dance floor. Jeno’s arm was still tight around Jaemin’s petite waist, and the younger could feel how Jeno’s fingers were practically almost digging against his skin, although he was already wearing a t-shirt and a thick denim outer jacket.

“WㅡWait, hold on, Iㅡ”

“Don’t worry about a thing, let’s dance,” Jeno cut Jaemin off, half shouting his sentence out as they were already in the middle of the crowd, and the techno music sounded even louder than it did when they were both seated in the bar earlierㅡsomehow making sure that the younger could hear what he was trying to say.

The moment Jaemin looked around, the entire place was crowded, the LED lighting of the dance floor was blinding, the music was insanely blasting in Jaemin’s ears. At that moment, Jaemin’s head was already spinning even without any alcohol in his system, especially since the two males were surrounded by drunken and dancing bodies.

When Jaemin got ahold of himself after some time, he realized that he did not even know what time it was, and how many hours had he spent dancing along to the techno music being played at the background. All he knew was that he was still on the dance floor, Jeno was behind his back, he was partially tipsy, and he had a cup of hard liquor in his right hand.

The boy barely paid attention to his surroundings anymore, he was already light-headed. He also had no clue regarding how he got his hand on hard liquor, but he assumed that Jeno was probably the one handing him the cup, since Jeno himself was holding a cup of beer in his hand.

“Jeno?” Jaemin muttered, calling out for the older male as he turned his lean body around to find Jeno, who was apparently still dancing behind him.

As Jaemin took a proper look at Jeno, the older was seen also slightly tipsy, a small lazy smirk playing on his lips as he stared back at Jaemin.

“You good? Need more booze?” Jeno responded, leaning his face closer towards Jaemin’s while still lazily swaying his hips, as if to make sure that the younger could clearly hear his voice.

Jaemin shook his head, subconsciously lifting his hand and taking a sip of his own drink while still keeping his already hazy eyes on Jeno’s sultry visage.

“I’m good, I’ve still got liquor,” Jaemin answered, his eyes somehow fluttering close as he started to furrow his eyebrows tightly, then ran his fingertips through his hair, brushing it to the back. “Just dizzy. God. I’m so dizzy, Jeno,” Jaemin continued, breathily pleading as he could feel his own body getting lighter, his head thrown to the sideㅡexposing his narrow and lengthy, pale neck.

Then, he heard Jeno emit an amused chuckle in front of him, leaning his figure closer towards Jaemin’s smaller one. “Me too. Fuck,” Jeno whispered, sounding breathy as he leaned his head against Jaemin’s shoulder.

Jaemin inwardly cursed himself, stopping himself from letting out a moan as he technically could feel Jeno’s hot breath against the skin of his neck once again, causing him to naturally tilt his head to the side, as if to give more room for the older boy.

“I wanna head home,” Jaemin whimpered, massaging his aching forehead using his fingertips as he closed his eyes, the music still pounding inside his ear.

Instead of a response, Jaemin instead felt his own body being suddenly and harshly turned by a pair of strong armsㅡobviously Jeno’s. In an instant, he felt the span of his back being pressed against the front of Jeno’s sculpted body, with Jeno’s hands practically gripping both sides of his waist.

The older boy guided Jaemin in swaying their hips together side to side along to the rhythm of the music, and Jaemin could swear he felt Jeno’s lips pressed against his bare nape, trailing further down until they reached his shoulder.

At that, Jaemin could not help but to let out a strained groan, another wave of shiver running down his spine as he only got even more lightheaded. The fact that Jeno’s fingertips were still gripping ever so tightly against his sides only made Jaemin even more thrilled, without really knowing the reason why.

It seemed as if Jeno heard the sound Jaemin let out, even in the middle of an ocean of people, as the older boy responded by literally grinding his hips against Jaemin’s, his lips mouthing along the line of Jaemin’s neck until they settled on the crook of the younger’s neck, huffing hot air against the sensitive skin.

“Fuck, Jeno,” Jaemin grunted, his entire body stiffened due to the sudden aggressiveness Jeno gave off. He instinctively reached down, clutching onto Jeno’s hands while tentatively pushing his own body back against Jeno’s, throwing his head back onto the older’s shoulder.

“Come on, we still have the entire night to dance,” Jeno whispered against Jaemin’s ear, the older’s voice tone so sultry that Jaemin could not hold himself back from purring, biting his own bottom lip as he did so.

Then, one of Jeno’s palms started trailing up, feeling Jaemin’s torso up in a sensual manner under his calloused fingertips as the younger emitted a helpless whimper from his lips.

The rational part of Jaemin’s mind was practically screaming at him for allowing Jeno to touch and feel him up so freely in the middle of a literal crowd, where they were literally surrounded by actual, living people. For fuck’s sake, if anything, everyone could practically see what they both had going on that dance floor.

However, the irrational part of his mind was excitedㅡif not thrilledㅡat the thought of all these people watching how Jeno was all over Jaemin, seeing how Jaemin started coming apart under Jeno’s touches while being tipsy, mindlessly grinding against each other’s hips as if there was nobody else but them on the dance floor.

Fuck it.

Jaemin turned his figure around once again to face the older, wrapping both of his arms around Jeno’s neck right away. The younger did not even give Jeno a chance to speak or respond before he smashed his lips against Jeno’s, one of his hands already reaching up to gently push the older’s head as if to keep him in place.

“Jaemin,” Jeno moaned into the kiss, gasping at the sudden boldness executed by his younger stepbrother as he immediately wrapped his arms around Jaemin’s waist once again, this time slipping his fingertips into Jaemin’s t-shirt to feel the younger’s smooth and perfect skin against his, making Jaemin mewl as a response.

Once a muffled moan ripped from Jaemin’s throat, Jeno took that as an opportunity to part his own lips, slipping his tongue into Jaemin’s mouth as to toy with his tongue.

Jaemin responded almost right away, tangling their slick tongues together as he deepened their kiss, tilting his head to the side to do so.

The kiss was perfectly rushed, hungry, messy, and needy, as both males mindlessly fought for dominance over the kiss without minding whether there were people staring at them or not. They were tipsy, anywayㅡthey could not care less regarding what was happening around them.

As for Jaemin, his mind was filled with Jeno, Jeno, Jeno.

Growing impatient, Jaemin used one of his hands to tightly grip Jeno’s hair strands in between his fingertips, causing the older to groan against his lips as he did so.

Before the two could get any further, Jaemin felt Jeno’s toned arms slightly pushing his chest away, creating a small gap between the two boys as Jaemin let go of their open-mouthed kiss.

A thin trail of saliva connected their lips with each other, and Jeno could see how the corner’s of Jaemin’s tempting lips were already laced with spit. It made the older hold back a grunt, trying to stop himself from engulfing the other’s lips again right away.

Seeing how Jaemin was visibly confused on why on earth would Jeno push him away, Jeno leaned his face closer to Jaemin’s, his pair of lips brushing ever so gently against the younger’s earlobe.

“Not in the middle of the fucking club. Let’s get outta here,” Jeno breathily said, and his honey-laced voice gave Jaemin chills in an instant. For some reasons, it made Jaemin want to be good and obedient for the olderㅡat least his half-conscious mind said so, at that time.

Neither of them could figure out what time it was. It was probably midnight or something, both Jaemin and Jeno could not care less.

What Jaemin knew was that he was currently pressed against a wall inside their living room, his head thrown back against the concrete wall with Jeno in front of him, currently leaving open-mouthed and hungry kisses along Jaemin’s neckline while moaning against the skin.

“Fuck, JenㅡMmh,” Jaemin whimpered as Jeno started sucking on a particularly sensitive spot on Jaemin’s neck, leaving a reddish mark to form on the skin, before he began nipping, grazing his teeth against the bruised skin.

Jaemin, just like before, had his hand up and tangled on Jeno’s black locks, no longer trying to stop his needy moans from erupting.

“No, fuck you,” Jeno murmured against his neck, his hot breath felt heavy against Jaemin’s skin as he leaned up, lazily nibbling at Jaemin’s right earlobe.

“Did you purposefully wear a deep V-neck tee? So that you can show off your pretty neck for everyone to see? And that fucking necklace,” Jeno whispered against Jaemin’s ear while tracing the younger’s silver necklace which sat perfectly on his neck using his fingertips, coaxing more groans to spill out of the younger’s pretty lips.

“Were you planning to get laid by somebody else tonight? Tell me,” Jeno fired once again, using his left hand to hold Jaemin’s head in placeㅡstill tilted backwardsㅡby gripping his jaw against the wall.

He then trailed more butterfly kisses against the untouched span of Jaemin’s neck, tentatively littering the pale skin with more reddish marks, as if claiming the boy in front of him as his.

“NㅡNo, I wasn’t,” Jaemin huffed out, his cheeks already flushed due to the amount of alcohol he drank. He still felt his insides churning, his entire head spinning even when he was only standing up and pinned against the wall, yet he could not help but to keep giving the older male what he wanted.

If anything, he loved the feeling of Jeno’s lips, teeth, and tongue against his neck, since Jaemin himself was discovering all the sensitive spots on his skin.

He also would not deny the fact that he loved the thought of Jeno being obsessed with his neck, as the older had been giving his neck all the bruises and kiss marks he could give ever since they both left the nightclub and headed home.

“Fuck, Jen, wait. My head is aching,” Jaemin murmured, tightening his grip on both of Jeno’s broad shoulders. The effect of the hard liquor from earlier somehow kicked in even harder at that time, causing Jaemin’s eyes to flutter close.

“I’ve been waiting for 6 months, sweetcheeks.” Jeno leaned forward, brushing his lips against Jaemin’s, with his fingertips loosely wrapped around the base of Jaemin’s neck and his thumb gently pressed against Jaemin’s throat. “Do you know how hard it was? Watching you get distracted every time you talk to me, all cute and flustered like that. Makes me want to rail you open, make you scream and cry for my cock.”

At that, Jaemin let out a pitiful whine instead, melting and writhing under Jeno’s firm and precise touches.

Jaemin would have never guessed that this was what would happen to him one dayㅡpressed firmly against the wall of his house by his own stepbrother, who was currently staring down at him in a condescending manner.

He yearned for more.

Before the younger could respond, Jeno yanked his body by gripping his petite waist, nearly throwing Jaemin’s body onto the wide sofa which was located just a few meters away from where they were standingㅡthe same sofa they sat on just some hours ago, before they decided on going to the nightclub.

Jaemin’s back was immediately pushed down against the sofa, causing his lean body to lay flat on his back against the seat of the leather sofa.

The boy could barely process what was going on at that moment, yet Jeno was already all over him, hovering above his body and blocking his view from below. One of Jeno’s palms reached out to lightly brush over Jaemin’s sharp jawline, and although Jaemin’s eyes were already clouded and hazy, he could still catch the way Jeno’s lips curved up into a smirk above him.

“You sure you wanna do this?” Jeno suddenly asked, his voice sounding gentle as he caught Jaemin’s jaw, turning the younger’s head so that he would face him.

“You’re tipsy. I can swear that I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, but I would never take advantage of you,” he continued.

Yes, Jeno was sweet, he tried to get Jaemin’s proper consent and everything, but the younger was far too turned on and impatient to bother, at that point.

“God, please just fucking ruin me already,” Jaemin groaned, his eyes already threatening to close as he tried to get a proper hold of Jeno’s shoulders.

However, Jeno responded by grinding down his raging hard-on against Jaemin’s, making the younger yelp at the surprise. “I was trying to be nice to you, but alright, I guess,” Jeno replied, his tone dropping by an octave, as if the older purposefully did so and found out about Jaemin’s little addiction towards his low, deep voice.

Without realizing it, Jaemin had already spread both of his legs on the wide sofa below him, as if he was trying to give more room for Jeno’s larger figure.

The younger boy emitted more helpless mewls, trying to thrust his own hips upwards to grind his own clothed crotch against Jeno’s bulge, showing the latter just how bad Jaemin needed more friction.

As for Jeno, the boy was barely holding himself back from ravishing his little stepbrother beneath himㅡeverything was literally testing his patience. Jaemin’s lidded eyes, parted plump lips, as well as all those sinful sounds which ripped out of the younger’s throat upon Jeno’s continuous teasing and grinding.

If the younger was attentive enough, he would notice how Jeno was progressively getting harder in his own pants, due to Jaemin’s melodious moans and helpless cries.

“Heck,” Jeno cursed under his own breath, one of his hands reaching up. He started wrapping his calloused fingertips loosely around the base of Jaemin’s neck once again, as he did previously, yet he added a little more pressure on his fingersㅡjust enough to leave the younger slightly lightheaded and breathless due to the restricted amount of oxygen being allowed.

The older male looked down, a satisfied smirk evident on his lips as he could feel Jaemin’s smaller hands slowly trailing up, tugging onto his upper arms while quietly whimpering. “AㅡAh, fuck...” At that point, Jaemin’s eyes were already slightly glazed with hot tears, although they had yet to stream down his pretty little face.

And as for Jaemin, the boy did not even know that he was into this. As he felt Jeno’s fingers tightening around the span of his already littered and marked neck, Jaemin could only moan, his cheeks were flushed and tinted pink, his lips were slightly parted, his own breath becoming even more ragged due to the older somehow cutting off his oxygen intake.

Yet he wanted more. The younger was helplessly clawing at Jeno’s forearms at that point, filthy mewls escaping his lips as he furrowed his brows, staring up into Jeno’s lust-filled orbs.

Jeno’s lips let out a mocking scoff at the way Jaemin responded to him, leaning his face further down while tilting it to the side. He then jutted his own tongue out, dragging his slick tongue across Jaemin’s already flushing and red earlobe, while still teasingly grinding his straining bulge against the younger’s.

“I didn’t think you’d be a good little slut,” Jeno lowly murmured against Jaemin’s ear, his voice causing Jaemin to shiver under his touches.

“Yeah? You like it? Being called a little slut?” Jeno continued, riling the younger boy up with a rhetorical question. Jeno then let go of Jaemin’s neck and peeled Jaemin’s denim jacket off of the younger, leaving him in only his deep V-neck t-shirt.

Although the boy was still practically fully clothed, Jaemin could not help but to feel somewhat exposed, mainly due to the fact that Jeno’s eyes were practically shooting daggers down at him.

Jeno’s stare made Jaemin even more self-conscious than he already was, yet Jeno did not give Jaemin any time to feel that way, as he immediately leaned down and latched his lips against Jaemin’s once again. Both of Jeno’s hands reached the hem of Jaemin’s t-shirt, his thumbs grazing over his bare skin as the t-shirt was slightly lifted.

The older’s tormenting actions only drive Jaemin insane, and he could only deliver his desperation and frustration through clawing at the back of Jeno’s head and neck, hungrily responding into the kiss that Jeno had pulled him into. The kiss itself was all teeth and tongue, spit messily rolling down one corner of Jaemin’s lips as they continued devouring each other’s lips.

More yearning pleas and moans slipped out of Jaemin’s lips against Jeno’s, especially since Jeno’s hands trailed up, pushing Jaemin’s t-shirt up until his bare upper body was exposed.

“FuckㅡJeno, Jeno,” Jaemin continued chanting his older stepbrother’s name, as Jeno himself dipped his head down, trailing rough and open-mouthed kisses down Jaemin’s neck until he reached the younger’s chest.

“Mhm?” Jeno’s lips landed on one of Jaemin’s hardened nipples, taking it in between his lips before gently nipping on it, causing the boy underneath him to arch his back and yelp at the sudden feeling. The older’s other hand was busy tweaking, pinching, and circling Jaemin’s other nipple, toying with the sensitive nub to entice more beautiful moans out of Jaemin’s lips.

Jeno had gotten addicted to hearing Jaemin’s continuous moans, it seemed.

Although Jeno would love to see how Jaemin could come undone under his touches only from him playing with the sensitive nubs on his chest, the older also knew that they should not be wasting any more timeㅡthey had been teasing each other for too long. His hands started prying the remaining clothes off of Jaemin’s body without any hesitation, before chucking them all to the carpet next to the sofa.

Once the younger boy was stark naked, Jeno’s eyes started roaming all over Jaemin’s body, taking in the view which previously only existed in his fantasyㅡpale skin, pink and hardened nipples, lightly toned chest, defined abdomen, and Jeno’s very own artwork, splotches of red and pink distributed all over Jaemin’s lengthy neck.

Instinctively, the older reached both hands down to slightly part Jaemin’s legs open, one of his hands running its fingertips along Jaemin’s leg until they reach his bare inner thigh, making the boy timidly whimper.

He could see how Jaemin’s already hardened cock started to twitch, the reddening tip already leaking precum even when Jeno had barely done anything to the younger’s body. Jeno, again, formed a playful smirk on his lips, wrapping his cold palm around Jaemin’s twitching cock in a firm grip around its base.

“FㅡFuck, no, Jen,” Jaemin mewled, his hands trying to cover his bare crotch as he felt truly exposed than he was before. The fact that he was fully naked whereas Jeno was still fully clothed somehow drilled his lust even deeper, knowing that his stepbrother could literally see the entirety of his body and have the younger under his mercy.

“What do you mean no?” Jeno fired back, keeping his tone low as he began stroking the length of Jaemin’s cock, purposefully adding more pressure once his fingertips reached the tip of his cock.

“You’re already fucking leaking,” he continued, pressing his thumb against the reddening tip of Jaemin’s cock harshly before smearing the younger’s precum all over the tip, making Jaemin’s hips jerk and jolt at the pleasure.

Jaemin threw his head back against the armrest of the sofa, his hips already trembling due to the ministration. “Ngh, fuck, fuck, Jeno, it’s too fucking sensitive,” Jaemin yelped, his voice only getting breathier as Jeno’s wrist started flicking even faster. If anything, the older boy enjoyed how Jaemin’s pulsating cock throbbed under his fingertips. He swiped his thumb over the tip once again for the last time, still with a satisfied smirk plastered all over his face.

“Hold your thighs apart,” Jeno commanded, guiding Jaemin’s hands to grip his own thighs open and wide. The younger boy could only comply without saying anythingㅡhe was already lost in the lust, anyway.

“Good boy,” Jeno said, taking a glance at Jaemin’s face, and he was truly satisfied. Jaemin already looked so out of it even when they barely started, with his flushed cheeks, hooded eyes, and a thin layer of sweat already forming on his forehead. At the compliment, Jaemin purred, his cock visibly twitching once again.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Jeno started to peel his own clothes off as well, from his black leather jacket down to his pants. All of the pieces of clothing went down the floor on the carpet, abandoned.

Jaemin’s breath hitched, his hands only gripping his own thighs even tighter as his eyes laid on Jeno’s bare figure. He had never seen the boy topless inside the house, and the most he had ever laid his eyes on was Jeno’s toned arms and arm muscles, which had successfully distracted Jaemin for the past 6 months.

However, seeing Jeno’s perfectly formed and firm pecs, as well as his sculpted abs, was another level of experience Jaemin did not think he would be getting. He could barely allow his eyes to drift down, seeing how Jeno’s cock had already become rock hard and silently appreciating how thick and fucking veiny his length was.

The thought of Jeno railing his tight little hole using his thick and veiny cock had already driven Jaemin mad. Jaemin already had his lips slightly parted open, wordlessly staring at Jeno’s figure without even realizing that the older had been paying attention to every single reaction the younger gave him.

Jeno emitted another scoff, looking down at Jaemin condescendingly before reaching a hand down, his index and middle fingers trailing from Jaemin’s twitching length down to his tight and quivering hole.

“Fuck, you’re going to be so tight around me,” Jeno whispered as his fingertips started prodding against Jaemin’s entrance, coaxing a gasp out of the younger’s throat. “You’re going to make a good little cocksleeve, a tight hole for me to shove my cock into,” Jeno continued, his other hand trying to get his hand on the small bottle of lube which was placed just below the coffee table in front of the sofa.

Why would anyone put a lube there? Jaemin initially wanted to ask.

However, all thoughts dissipated once he suddenly felt Jeno’s fingers prodding against his tight hole once againㅡthis time already coated with lube, causing Jaemin to accidentally moan due to the coldness of the sticky substance against his sensitive part.

“Have you ever done this?” Jeno asked once again, his tone serious as he glanced up to study Jaemin’s expression. The older boy definitely sounded concerned as he wanted to make sure that his younger stepbrother was not uncomfortable at all.

At the question, Jaemin’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red out of embarrassment, if that was even possible. “YㅡYeah, I have. Just a few times,” the younger boy replied, trying to avoid Jeno’s stare at him. Of course he was flustered, the older was practically staring at him in silence when Jaemin was all sprawled, stark naked, lying on top of the sofa while being beneath him.

“Okay, I’m going to prepare you, alright?” Jeno murmured, pushing one of Jaemin’s thighs up against his chest to spread his legs even wider with his free hand. He then slowly inserted two of his coated digits into Jaemin’s puckered hole, listening to how the younger boy sucked in a deep breath and uttered a low groan, his thighs flinching.

Once Jeno confirmed that Jaemin was definitely not hurt at the slight intrusion, he started pushing his fingers even deeper inside him, knuckles deep, feeling how Jaemin’s rim tightly clenched around his digits.

Jeno emitted a grunt at the way Jaemin’s walls felt around his digits, started scissoring them into his tight cavern. His other hand then left Jaemin’s thigh, wrapping it around the base of the younger’s leaking cock instead, stroking it in an awfully slow pace and toying his thumb on the sensitive tip.

“Oh, fuck, fuck,” Another train of curses left Jaemin’s lips as soon as Jeno’s fingertips accidentally brushed against the bundle of nerves inside him, making him throw his head back in pleasure once the older male started purposefully massaging his prostate with his finger pads.

“Yeah? You feel good?” Jeno murmured, starting to flick his wrists even faster as he felt Jaemin’s insides tightening even more around his digits.

He quickly shoved another finger into Jaemin, allowing his three digits to continuously torture Jaemin’s prostate without giving him any mercy, all while his other hand squeezed tight around the base of his pulsating cock, enjoying the reactions the younger provided him.

At that point, Jaemin’s mind was already left blank, trying to spread his legs even wider apart. He subconsciously lifted his hips and arched his back multiple times, spewing continuous mewls out of his pretty lips without stopping. Yes, the younger boy had ever fingered and touched himself before, but it was nothing close to what Jeno was doing to himㅡall rough, fast, and hard.

The thought of Jeno making him writhe against the sofa just using his three digits made Jaemin whimper, his eyebrows knitted as he lolled his tongue out of his lips and rolled his eyes to the back of his head, moaning and panting helplessly while rutting his hips against Jeno’s wrist.

“Tsk,” Jeno snickered above him, and before Jaemin knew it, Jeno had already shoved two of his fingers from his other hand into his mouth, purposefully toying with Jaemin’s hanging tongue. “I only fingered you and you’re already this messy. What a pathetic slut,” the older added.

Jaemin could only moan around Jeno’s fingers as the older talked down at him, throwing his head back as he hungrily wrapped his lips around the digits, his eyes fluttering close. He could barely register what was happening anymoreㅡthe way Jeno’s fingers were inside his mouth that he could literally taste his own precum, or the way Jeno also had three digits shoved up his tight and hot cavern, scissoring in and abusing the bundle of nerves inside him.

Everything caused his mind to become even more clouded with lust, as he could only think of pleasuring and being pleasured.

On the other hand, Jeno silently admired how debauched Jaemin looked at that moment. With his trembling body, his hips silently thrusting upwards as if he could not get enough of Jeno’s continuous jabs and rams inside his tight hole, as well as the way Jaemin had literal spit rolling down both corners of his pink, plump lips, probably since he had been sucking Jeno’s digits for too long.

Jaemin was beyond beautiful, and Jeno felt himself getting harder at the view. It took the older boy a huge amount of self-control not to devour the ruined boy underneath him right there and then.

“Jeno, please, fuck, I’m gonnaㅡgonna cum, stop,” Jaemin started whining, throwing his head back once again as his lips let go of Jeno’s fingers. Jaemin’s face looked even more ruined than before, and Jeno could feel how the younger was reaching his climax, since Jaemin’s hips were stuttering even more, his thighs and legs started trembling under his touches.

“Yeah?” Jeno responded, messily hitting Jaemin’s prostate multiple times using his three digits. He then slipped another finger down his tight hole, allowing him to thrust four of his fingers inside Jaemin, harshly rubbing against his bundle of nerves. It just added more sensation and pleasure to the younger boy, causing Jaemin’s body to shake and jolt even harder.

Jeno then shoved two of his saliva-coated fingers back into Jaemin’s mouth, purposefully adding one more digit into his mouth and started shoving them to the back of Jaemin’s throat, choking the younger.

“Mmh!”

Jaemin rolled his eyes back, visibly choking around Jeno’s fingers inside his mouth as a light trail of tears started rolling down his cheeks. Jaemin felt his hot insides churning, since instead of stopping, Jeno rammed his four fingers, knuckles deep inside Jaemin instead, attacking his prostate mercilessly and causing Jaemin to wantonly moan around the older’s fingers.

“Let me see you come undone, then, pretty,” Jeno whispered down to Jaemin, making sure that his voice was clear enough for the younger boy to hear.

“FuckㅡJen!” At one particular hard thrust against Jaemin’s sensitive spot, the younger reached his orgasm right away, his hips jolting and thrusted upwards as spurts of white, thick cum spilled out of the tip of Jaemin’s twitching cock, painting his own abdomen with his hot cum. The younger kept on chanting Jeno’s name out of his lips like a continuous prayer, his hands gripping down his inner thighs.

On the other side, Jeno himself emitted a low moan as he took a good look at how Jaemin practically came apart underneath him, his wrist still flicking and scissoring inside Jaemin’s tight and clenching hole, allowing the younger boy to ride down from his first climax of the evening. “Fuck, Na Jaemin,” he cursed, trying to drill the image of Jaemin cumming to the back of his head.

As Jaemin went down from his hard climax, he kept on panting, feeling his breath becoming even heavier as his thighs were particularly still trembling, his lips parted as huffs of hot breath were let out. He tried his best to get a grip on reality and on what was actually happening around him, yet his entire body was aching and weak.

The orgasm he experienced this time was definitely entirely different from what he had experienced by pleasuring himself back inside his little bedroom, and he felt his entire being floating. It did not help that the effect of the hard liquor was still present.

Although Jaemin was still not in his right state of mind, Jeno mockingly snickered, using his fingers to scoop up a tiny bit of Jaemin’s thick semen which was messily splattered all over the younger’s stomach. He then pushed his two digits back into Jaemin’s mouth, as if letting the younger boy taste himself.

“Yes, taste yourself,” Jeno muttered as Jaemin’s lips obediently wrapped around his fingers, feeling how his tongue started quickly lapping over his fingers and tasted his own cum. “What a good boy.”

After a while, Jeno pulled himself out of Jaemin’s lips, trying to not mind the fact that Jaemin was still chasing after his fingersㅡmost probably getting addicted to being stuffed in the mouth by the older boy’s calloused digits.

His strong arms went down, catching both of Jaemin’s thighs in his strong grip, before pulling the younger’s lean body forward and pushing his thighs up against Jaemin’s own chest, spreading him up and exposing him once again.

“FuckㅡWait, wait, I literally justㅡ”

“Sshh, pretty. I know. I’m going to take it slow in the beginning, trust me.”

Jeno reassured the younger boy, taking the opened bottle of lube once again to coat his own hardened member with a generous amount of lube. He flicked his wrist and stroked his cock, before finally lining the already leaking tip against Jaemin’s clenching and lubed hole.

The older boy started to plant one of his knees on the sofa, positioning himself comfortably in between Jaemin’s spread thighs before inserting the tip of his cock into Jaemin in an agonizingly slow pace.

“God... Fuck. Jaemin, you’re too fucking tight,” Jeno groaned, one hand already tightly gripping Jaemin’s inner thigh as he pushed himself forward.

The older boy could not help but to feel as if his breath was knocked out of his lungs as he felt Jaemin’s hot cavern engulfing his throbbing length inch by inch, and they had barely even started anything. It had been a long while since Jeno himself last got laid, and the way Jaemin’s warmth instantly enveloped his member drove him almost to the edge.

Jaemin himself was biting on his bottom lip, one of his hands already clawing at Jeno’s shoulder as he felt Jeno’s cock being gently and slowly pushed into his tight hole, shuddering at the way the older boy felt inside of him. Jeno was downright huge and thick, and nothing could ever prepare Jaemin to be in this very position. He felt full and satiated, even when they both had yet to move from their position.

Small mewls could be heard ripping from Jaemin’s lips as Jeno finally bottomed up, balls deep into Jaemin’s clenching rim. The younger boy sucked another deep breath into his lungs, his insides clenching around Jeno’s pulsating cock as he tried his best to get used to Jeno’s massive size, and the older only softly caressed Jaemin’s bum as if to soothe him down.

In an instant, Jaemin felt Jeno leaning down, hovering over his petite body on the sofa. Jeno ducked his head down, sealing their lips together in a gentle kiss, which was most definitely a lot gentler and more patient in comparison to the previous kisses they shared.

Jaemin, swayed by Jeno’s actions, immediately placed his palms on the base of Jeno’s neck, reciprocating the kiss with both of his eyes closed. Their tongues tangled once again, with muffled moans slipping out of their lips.

At the meantime, Jaemin could still feel Jeno gently caressing his asscheeks, kneading them using his firm touches as to help the younger boy get used to the feeling. That action was appreciated by the younger, of course.

The younger instantly pulled back from the kiss, “Jen, you can mㅡmove. Please.”

“Alright.”

Jeno then began pulling his hips back, leaving only his tip buried inside Jaemin’s hot cavern. He then slammed his hips forward after only a few seconds, perfectly hitting the younger’s bundle of nerves without missing.

“Fuck! Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jaemin began cursing under his unsteady breath, his breath hitching at the way Jeno’s cock rammed into him in only a single thrust, feeling the way the pulsating veins of his thick cock started to scratch and brush against his sensitive insides. The fact that he had already reached his orgasm once caused his knees to buckle and his lower body to tremble.

“Shit. You’re really tight, Jaemin,” Jeno grunted, as the way Jaemin tightened his hot insides around his cock was making him lose his sanity along the way. He started thrusting back and forth in a slow yet steady pace.

Although Jeno could not think of anything else other than brutally ram his veiny cock into Jaemin’s ass against the sofa until the younger could barely do anything but scream and moan out his name, he himself did promise Jaemin that he would start slow, so he decided to keep a steady pace, both hands gripping the younger’s thighs as he savored the sensation of Jaemin’s tight hole around his member without rushing.

The older boy looked down, staring at the way Jaemin’s rim was tightly wrapped around his length, and he could not help but moan, obviously enjoying the view.

“Jeno, pleaseㅡfuck me harder, fuck me, use me,” Jaemin chanted, and it was probably one of the most beautiful sounds he had ever heard in his life.

Upon hearing his younger stepbrother’s request, Jeno tightened his iron grip on both of Jaemin’s thighs, as if to ensure that the younger boy would be wide open for him to use.

“Since my pretty one asked so so nicely,” Jeno said, throwing Jaemin a playful smirk before he began ramming down his cock in and out of Jaemin’s hole without missing a single hit against his prostate even once. He now had planted both of his knees on top of the sofa, slamming his cock in and out of Jaemin’s hole mercilessly, feeling the way the younger only clenched tighter around him.

Jaemin, on the other hand, was immediately left breathless due to Jeno’s sudden brutal pace. Filthy moans and screams spilled out of his lips as he threw his head back against the sofa, banging his head helplessly at the pleasure. He felt the way his stomach churned at the way Jeno was unforgivingly ramming into his ass, each thrust only getting deeper than the previous one.

“Ah, ah, JㅡJeno!”

Although Jeno was gentle and careful in the beginning, Jaemin was definitely not ready to face the older’s animalistic and feral state. He opened his teary eyes, only to find Jeno with his eyebrows furrowed and eyes staring back deep into his soulㅡas the older male was focusing on his continuous jabs and thrusts into Jaemin’s tight cavern.

Droplets of sweat were already forming on his forehead and temple, and Jaemin was almost completely bewitched by Jeno’s strong and sharp facial features, appreciating just how attractive the older boy was. However, all thoughts dispersed as soon as Jeno began fucking his hard cock into Jaemin’s tempting ass in an even more uncontrollable pace, knocking air out of Jaemin’s lungs.

Jaemin, probably out of his head, began impatiently thrusted his hips back against Jeno’s, as if telling the older boy that he wanted to feel more of him inside of him. His hips sultrily moving in a back-and-forth pace, the younger’s face even more flushed as he grew needy at the sight of Jeno fucking him.

“Yeah, keep on fucking your tight little hole on me. Fucking cockslut,” Jeno cursed under his ragged breath, smirking as he enjoyed the sight of Jaemin already shivering beneath him, although he knew the younger was still far from his second climax.

“Ah, ahㅡJeno! Feels s’good, fuck, yes,” Jaemin moaned out, and Jeno swore that he got impossibly harder at the sight of Jaemin’s little fucked out face. His cheeks were already filled with streams of hot tears, and the younger boy had also drooled again; saliva messily rolling from the corners of his lips, and his eyes had gotten red due to his cries. The younger’s eyes were still filled with tears, that he probably could not take a good view of the older.

The way Jaemin kept on moaning his name only fed Jeno’s ego even further. The older boy leaned forward, one of his hands making its way around Jaemin’s neck as he did before.

“Yeah? It feels good?” Jeno whispered, his fingertips tightening around the base of Jaemin’s neck, pressing against both sides of the younger’s neck just enough until he heard Jaemin’s breath hitching. He added more pressure, little by little, enjoying the way Jaemin’s eyes began rolling back, his tongue lolled out as to seek for more oxygen.

Jaemin’s breath began to shorten, his petite hands clinging onto Jeno’s strong arms for dear life as another wave of hot tears rolled down to his chin, trying to find Jeno’s eyes through his cries. “Yes, yes, Jeno, feels so gㅡgood,” Jaemin whimpered, his lips still parted open as Jeno’s thrusts became even quicker and spot on, hitting his hot insides in all the right places and abusing his prostate repeatedly, without missing a single beat.

Jeno then ducked his head down, his face close to Jaemin’s before he opened his own lips, spitting down into Jaemin’s parted mouthㅡwhich the younger swallowed almost immediately. The sight made Jeno grunt, ramming his thick and throbbing cock even more unforgivingly into Jaemin’s ass, almost practically plowing the younger boy.  

“Look at you, a whole fucking mess. Your slutty little hole feels so good around me, fuck,” Jeno whispered against Jaemin’s lips, swallowing the younger’s needy moans as his hips started jabbing even more precisely, shoving Jaemin’s body even further down against the sofa.

“So pretty, all spread and open for me to use, begging for your tight hole to be fucked like the shameless little whore that you are. Am I right?”

At the degrading tone Jeno used, Jaemin moaned out, his petite body only trembling even harder as he clawed onto Jeno’s shoulders.

“Yesㅡyes, fuck, I’m a little whore, I’m your little whore, ‘m yours, Jeno, Jeno,” Jaemin mewled out, his voice sounding already breathless as he was already somewhat close to his climax.

“Fucking shameless.” Jeno’s eyes immediately darkened at the words, tightening his grip around Jaemin’s neck as he watched how the younger’s face twisted in pleasure, already losing his sanity at the way Jeno relentlessly plowed into his ass, the sounds of sweaty skin slapping against skin combined with their groans and moans already filling up the entire living room.

Jaemin shrieked under Jeno’s hold, feeling how he had gotten even closer to his climax, since his bruised prostate had been continuously tortured by Jeno’s cock.

“I’m sㅡso close, fuck, Jen, please let me cum!” A scream ripped from Jaemin’s throat as he subconsciously wrapped his legs around Jeno’s waist, as if trying to push the older boy even further down.

And Jeno? Jeno only grinned in satisfaction, enjoying Jaemin’s weak moments as he drilled deeper and remorselessly into Jaemin’s clenching hole, the feeling of his hot insides trapping and massaging his pulsating member was enough to also drive Jeno near his own climax.

“Gonna fill your hole up with my cum,” Jeno mumbled against Jaemin’s lips, once again spitting down the younger’s needy throat.

“You like that idea? Of me filling you up with my thick cum? Right, you’re just a mere hole for me to fill and use. My fucking slut,” Jeno spitted, adding fuel to the fire as his hips began to stutter yet stayed in his rapid pace, both boys already nearing their orgasms. Jaemin could barely respond or form a proper sentence in his mind, his head was already fucked out to the point that he nearly forgot his own name, where he was, and what was happening around him.

His stepbrother literally fucked him stupid, yet he could not help but to enjoy it.

“Yes, yes, fill me up, pleaseㅡwant your cock to fill me up, want your cum,” Jaemin mewled, his lean body writhing and wriggling underneath Jeno. The younger’s lips started to quiver, until he was physically unable to form any coherent sentence due to the overwhelming pleasure the older gave him.

As both males started chasing for their climax, Jeno’s continuous and insistent jabs against Jaemin’s prostate caused the younger to cry out even louder. Jaemin’s weak body, particularly his hips, began wavering as his hips helplessly moved back and forth, trying to fuck himself on Jeno’s thick and stiff, pulsating cock although he knew that he was physically unable to excrete the same amount of energy that the older did.

A particularly rough slam of Jeno’s blunt tip against Jaemin’s sweet spot, accompanied by the gentle squeeze Jeno gave on Jaemin’s already reddening neck, eventually pushed Jaemin over the edge. The younger boy’s hips started to jerk upwards once again, breathless gasps emitted through his already parted lips as his entire vision turned black.

“Fuck, fuck, yes, fuck me,” Jaemin mewled, tightly gripping on both of Jeno’s shoulders as he had his head thrown back, almost losing his consciousness. More spurts of hot, thick cum started spilling out of the tip of his cock for the second time, and he was definitely cumming harder than he did before, as he felt as if his soul was leaving his body due to his climax.

As Jaemin rode down from his shattering climax, his tight hole kept on clenching and unclenching around Jeno’s still thrusting cock, driving the older boy to the edge. It did not help that Jaemin looked completely wrecked underneath him, which caused him to reach his own climax.

“Fuck, take it all. Take all of my cum, like the useful little cumslut that you are.” The older boy let out a low, condescending growl, both of his eyes closed as he rammed one last time down into Jaemin’s ass, balls deep inside his tight hole.

He then began filling the younger’s hot cavern with his thick semen, spurting his cum multiple times inside Jaemin as he relished the feeling of his hot walls tightening around his cock, as if the younger was trying to squeeze out more of his semen into him.

“Ngh, Jeno...”

Jaemin mewled once he felt himself being filled with Jeno’s hot, thick cum, feeling somewhat satiated at the sensation. As Jeno slowly pulled his cock out of Jaemin, the older could see how his cum leaked out of the younger’s puckered hole, causing him to grunt in a low toneㅡsatisfied at what he saw at that moment.

Jeno, holding up one of Jaemin’s thigh, then used three of his fingers to practically shove the cum which leaked out of Jaemin’s hole back into his tight, pert ass, enticing a wanton yet tired sounding mewl out of the younger’s lips. However, Jaemin stayed obedient, and only parted his legs widely while weakly wrapping his hot walls around Jeno’s digits, as if trying to stop more of the older’s cum from leaking even further.

“Good boy. What a good whore,” Jeno praised, his voice as soft as silk as he pulled his fingers out of Jaemin’s ass once again, before landing a particular rough slap on one of Jaemin’s asscheeks.

Maybe it was the effect of the sex, or maybe it was the effect of the hard liquor from the nightclub, but Jaemin could not bring himself to utter a single word after he reached his second climax that evening. After seconds, he felt his visions blacking out once again while still lying down with both legs parted on top of the now ruined sofa, and he could no longer process what was happening around him.

“ㅡRight, make sure to have fun, Mom, Dad. Stay safe, okay? Okay, bye.”

The moment Jaemin gained his consciousness back, it was already midafternoon, probably 1 P.M. or so. The reason of him waking up was solely because of a familiar voice ringing in his ears, which was then registered in his head as Jeno’s voice.

Once Jaemin woke up, his eyes slowly fluttered open as he turned his body around, his eyebrows furrowing tightly. In a second, a sharp pain suddenly struck through his head, making him immediately put one of his hands over his forehead. His throat felt dry and thirsty, and his limbs were way too weak to even pull himself up on the bed.

As soon as he succeeded in opening his eyes, he then just realized that he was not in his own roomㅡit was Jeno’s.

And there the older boy was, sitting in front of him on top of the bed with his phone in his right hand, silently staring at Jaemin back. It seemed to the younger that Jeno had just been on the phone with their parents.

Right, their parents.

“How are you feeling?” Jeno asked, reaching a hand out to gently massage Jaemin’s forehead, and Jaemin could only allow the older to do so. If anything, he was grateful that Jeno knew just where to help him. It was Jaemin’s first time being hangover, and the sensation was obviously strange and foreign to him, but at least Jeno was there.

“Terrible, obviously,” Jaemin chirped, before exhaling a huff of breath. “My... My ass hurts, and everything else hurts too,” he continued. The younger did not mean to sound clingy or adorable, yet there Jeno was, chuckling in amusement as he continued massaging Jaemin’s head.

“Why am I in your room?” The younger of the two asked, after a while of silence. Jeno only shrugged, smoothing out his thumb over Jaemin’s eyebrow before replying, “I don’t know whether you’d be comfortable with me sleeping in your personal space, so I brought you to mine instead. Don’t worry, I cleaned you up and everything. Put on some fresh clothes on you, too.”

At what Jeno just uttered, Jaemin closed his eyes, and his memory lane went to whatever the fuck happened last evening.

Once he pictured the image of them fucking on top of the sofa from the previous night, Jaemin could not help but to feel his cheeks flushing in embarrassment, being suddenly conscious about his own bodyㅡalthough he was already fully clothed.

“Don’t think too much,” Jeno’s sturdy voice brought Jaemin back to reality, causing the younger to turn his head towards him, while still lying down powerlessly on the older’s bed.

Jeno then only leaned down, smoothing the furrowed lines on Jaemin’s forehead using his thumb once again before mumbling against the younger’s earlobe. “I won’t tell anyone, I already promised you,” he continued, and Jaemin could swear that he could hear the cheeky smile in Jeno’s voice.

But, before Jaemin could even respond with anything, Jeno already sat up straight on the bed again, reaching his hand out to grab a glass of water and a pill from the table just next to the bed he was on.

“Come on, just drink a pain reliever first, for now. Your head must be feeling terrible. You haven’t eaten all morning, and I’ve already ordered some food from the delivery service. ‘kay?”

And the younger stepsibling out of the two, as always, heaved out a sigh, still somewhat embarrassed and his cheeks still obviously flustered to a light shade of red.

“...Fine.”

I better not regret this, Jaemin mentally thought to himself, once again.