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“Let's all have a sleepover,” Jaemin had said. “It's going to be so much fun.”
And it was — at least the part where all seven of them got to keep talking together until the late hours of the night, drinking some of Jaemin's expensive wine. Testing Jaemin's new sound system and making use of his big TV screen, ordering as much food as they wanted because Chenle had given them free access to his credit card, had also been incredible.
Jeno had enjoyed all of that a lot. He didn’t know how much he’d missed the company of his friends until they were all there together, finally finding a moment to meet despite all of their hectic schedules.
He got under the blankets of the spare room with a belly full of alcohol and good food, sleep clinging to his bones and making him feel all light and dazed. Chenle had gone home because he didn’t want to leave his precious daughter (a very cute dog, Jeno had to admit) alone, and Jisung was the unlucky one that had work in the next day so he was the first to leave, but Renjun had stayed behind with Jaemin, Donghyuck and Mark, all of them watching a movie that Jeno had given up on. He was just too sleepy for that.
And all of that had been the fun part. The part that he knew that would happen.
Waking up before the sun had even risen because of his full bladder wasn't as cool or as expected, but Jeno could deal with that. Sometimes that just happened, especially after drinking so much. But after getting back in bed, his head barely having touched the pillow, to start hearing strange noises coming from the other side of the wall was another thing entirely.
And that was very, very different.
It's not the television playing some movie or the upstairs neighbours — it's simple and pure moaning.
Jeno stares hard at the ceiling. It's dark and there's no source of light but the moonlight that shines through the sheer curtains on the window, turning his vision all grainy and gray-like.
That's definitely not a dream.
What the fuck.
“Don't you want to be a good boy for Mommy? Open up your mouth, baby.”
It's undoubtedly Jaemin's voice. Jeno has no questions about that, not even a shadow of a doubt.
Jaemin’s voice has a unique tone and Jeno is too used to it to even mistake it for something else. And maybe it could only be Jaemin loudly jerking off, speaking out loud because he’s used to living alone and not having to muffle his moans, because he could’ve forgotten that he had guests sleeping over, but then Jeno hears Renjun’s voice (his sweet and caring friend, the one who’s always there to help whenever someone needs him), all whiny and breathy:
“Please, mommy, please, please, please—”
Holy shit.
Jeno’s cock starts to harden inside of his underwear and he shifts on the bed, his eyes wide.
He’s definitely wide-awake now, his brain buzzing with everything that’s happening: Jaemin and Renjun are doing something in the room next door, it’s loud enough for Jeno to hear, and his own cock is betraying him by quickly filling up, throbbing in between his legs.
Jeno’s hands start to wander low, brushing over his abs before he stops himself at the waistband of Jaemin’s borrowed pajama pants that he’s wearing. He’s not going to get off to his friends’ voices, especially when they’re doing something and are unaware that he’s listening. That would be crossing so many damn lines and it would be so wrong—
“Tilt your head more, baby. Mommy will give it to you. Mommy knows what his baby wants.”
Jaemin’s voice is low, guttural, it rumbles and echoes through the walls together with Renjun’s high-pitched whimper that makes Jeno clench his legs and abandon any coherent thought that he still had together with him.
Jeno places his forearm over his face, shielding his eyes as if that could protect him from the guilt that creeps in, but his other hand slides down and fists his aching cock, and he bites on his lower lip hard, muffling any sound. He runs his hand through his hair, breathing heavy and quick, and he quickly jerks himself off to the sound of his friends — of Renjun whimpering, of Jaemin ordering Renjun around and calling himself “Mommy”, of them fucking until there are no more words and only grunts coming through the walls.
When he comes, Jeno bites the palm of his hand, his thighs quivering, cock spurting out cum all over his hand and inside of his underwear, Renjun’s voice echoing inside of his mind: “Mommy, please, inside of me… please…”
Jeno hadn’t seen that coming from his friends.
While they did tend to call Jaemin the “mom” of the group because of all his nagging and ranting, Jeno didn’t expect for that agenda to spread to this other side…
He’d also been completely unaware of anything brewing between Jaemin and Renjun. They had some history together, yes, but the seven of them had fooled around with one another at some point, so Jeno hadn’t noticed anything specific about a changed dynamic between Renjun and Jaemin.
So when the sun rises and breakfast is served, Jeno tries to search for any hints, tries to look and see for what he’d missed all this time — but nothing seems different. Renjun, looking more asleep than awake, pours some milk into his glass while Jaemin mutters under his breath about mornings and being a host of a party once again.
Jeno tries very hard not to act any differently than usual, but he’d never expected to stumble upon that, being a witness to such an intimate moment between his friends, and the feeling that he stumbled upon something he definitely shouldn’t have is big inside of him.
But Jeno can’t just make his brain turn off and pretend like he never heard anything. Renjun’s voice is now ingrained deep into his mind — his breathy moans, his begging for more and more, all mixed together with Jaemin’s voice who had called Renjun “baby”, his grunts echoing while Renjun cried out.
Jeno risks a glance at them. There’s the shadow of a mark on the side of Jaemin’s neck and Renjun looks completely tired, like he hadn’t slept at all.
“Are you okay?” Jaemin asks, raising an eyebrow, and Jeno quickly nods, avoiding his eye. Maybe he’d been staring more than he thought he was.
His stomach tightens as more memories flash through his mind, Renjun’s sweet moans ringing in his ears, and before Jeno leaves Jaemin’s place, he takes a quick shower and jerks off under the spray, muffling his sounds against the palm of his hand.
Nothing seems to change for a while.
Nor Jaemin or Renjun look or act any different, treating him just as they ever did.
Jeno would like very much to say that he’d completely forgotten about everything he’d overheard, that everything had been part of a dream that vanished from his mind as soon as he left Jaemin’s place. But whenever Jeno feels that family warmth settling on the pit of his belly, whenever his fingers wrap around his aching cock, all he can hear inside of his head is Jaemin’s voice calling himself “Mommy” and everything comes back rushing in to the front of his mind.
Jeno never really thought about having a Mommy kink before; every time he even heard that when he was watching porn he’d cringe hard. It just wasn’t his thing. But having Jaemin, his close friend, someone usually so nurturing and kind, being in a position of power and using that considerate and nice side of him for something else, for something that spoke of pleasure and arousal, somehow just makes his brain short-circuit and blood rush down to his dick right away.
Jeno is pretty certain that he still doesn’t have a Mommy kink because the idea of someone else calling themself Mommy still makes him cringe and shy away, but he accepts the fact that maybe he does have a soft spot towards Jaemin. And that Jaemin being in a dominating position is pretty nice. And that he can accept Jaemin using Mommy because Jaemin is hot and Jeno’s horny brain thinks that that is something very, very good.
When all seven of them manage to find a day they’re all free and can meet up, they end up at Jaemin’s place again because Jisung doesn’t want to go out and Donghyuck left his wallet back at home. Jaemin complains at first, saying they’re going to drink everything he owns, but he quickly drops the act when the alcohol starts to flow around and their laughter bubbles up.
Mark walks Jisung home sometime after the clock strikes 2 AM, and Donghyuck vanishes after 4 AM. Jeno drags his tired body to the spare room after he blinked his eyes open and found himself alone in the living room, the TV turned on but muted, a commercial playing. Chenle was passed out on the couch, an empty bucket on the floor and his hand inside of it.
Jeno grunts when he trips mid-air and almost falls. “Fuck,” he mutters, his hand splaying open against the wall to hold himself up, “shit.”
He ends up tumbling on the bed, groaning out loud when the mattress creaks underneath his weight. Stars swim on the edge of his vision, his eyes fluttering shut with every breath he takes.
He thinks he might’ve slept for a little because when he opens his eyes again, staring at the ceiling of the room, his throat feels dry and his tongue is heavy, his eyes stinging like crazy when he clears out his throat. Jeno turns to the side, confused why he woke up, but when a thud echoes inside of the room, his body tenses up.
“Shhh…” Jaemin’s whispered voice sneaks inside of the room. Jeno looks at the open door of the bedroom that does nothing to conceal any noise that might come from somewhere deep in the hallway. From another room. “You need to be quiet.”
There isn’t enough spit inside of Jeno’s mouth for him to swallow. His breath hitches. He hadn’t actually heard that, had he? Was everything just part of his mind playing games with him? Just because he was back in the room where everything started?
Another thud. Something that kind of sounds like… a moan? No. It couldn’t be.
Jeno feels more awake than ever. His fingers twitch against the sheets as he searches for something to ground him to reality.
“I’m not used to this too,” Jaemin’s voice has a soft edge to it, something that Jeno has never heard before. “Usually, I can fuck you however I want. I like to hear your voice, baby, you know I do.”
He can’t hear anything else for a while, even when he tries his best to. Scratching his head, Jeno sits on the bed, his back to the wall. His heart pounds against his chest, his head swimming with different scenarios — Jaemin’s marked neck, Renjun’s pink cheeks, Jaemin’s pretty fingers wrapped around Renjun’s waist.
“You want to be loud, baby?” Jaemin croons after another muffled moan sneaks past the open door. “But you can’t. It’s such a pity…”
Fuck. Fuck. It’s not his mind playing tricks with him — something is really happening a few walls away. In another room. That… That secret thing that Jaemin and Renjun have going on, that doesn’t stay behind locked doors because — fuck, there are people in his place. And they know it, they both fucking know it, and yet…
Were they counting on the fact that they, the rest of his friends, would be passed out in the living room to even hear them? Were Renjun and Jaemin so fucking horny that they couldn’t wait until they were alone?
Chenle’s definitely gone. Jeno can hear his snores coming from the living room even now, but he’s not. He’s there, wide-awake, and listening to them again.
Fuck.
The thuds become more constant, louder, speaking of a well-familiar rhythm. Jeno can hear his own heartbeat pounding on his ears as he realizes that his friends are fucking somewhere nearby. The moans are barely concealed, Renjun’s voice becoming more high-pitched as time passes, the slamming against the wall increasing.
Jeno presses the palm of his hand against his groin, his gut clenching when there’s a small pressure against his aching cock. Shit.
He’d done that once. It wouldn’t be that bad to do it again… right?
“You’re too loud, baby. You’re going to have the entire city awake soon.”
Fuck it, Jeno thinks, sneaking his hand inside of his underwear and wrapping around his length. Hopefully, he’d awake later and not remember a single thing about any of that. This way, he wouldn’t feel guilty.
“Does my baby need something inside of his mouth? Will Mommy’s cock even be enough for you?”
Heat burns through his body and Jeno bites down on his bottom lip. His ears flush red, his cheeks blooming with warmth. Suddenly, the room is too hot and he has too many layers on.
“Yes, Mommy, please,” Renjun’s voice sounds out for the first time, all breathy and already gone. “I want you.”
Jeno can almost see the image clearly inside of his mind: Renjun’s lips all red and slick with spit, his eyes shining bright, and Jaemin’s hand resting on the side of his face, tilting his head up.
"You take me so well… You suck Mommy so good."
Jaemin’s fingers would be curled tight around Renjun’s hair, or maybe he’d hold him gently, like he had something very delicate in his grasp, but Renjun would be sucking him off like it was the most important thing in his life — lips swollen, spit running down his chin, cheeks hollowed. He’d nuzzle against Jaemin’s thigh and Jaemin would caress him, whisper that he was doing good, and then Renjun would swallow around him even more, until Jaemin’s cock was hitting the back of his throat and tears streaming down his neck because even if it burned, even if it ached, it was so good that he couldn’t stop.
“Ah, yes… Just like that.”
The Jaemin from his imagination mixes with the one in real life, his voice echoing inside of his head until it’s all that Jeno can hear over his fast heartbeat. His hand strokes his cock quickly, pre-cum easing the slide of his hand, and that familiar heat settles on the end of his spine.
Jeno’s hand increases the pressure, his toes curling, and his mind starts to soften around the edges.
“My baby takes me so well,” Jaemin says, “like he was made for this.”
With a strangled gasp, Jeno releases all over his hand, his legs quivering. He closes his eyes, trying not to breathe too loud, and tilts his head back. He slams it against the wall, hard, and all he can hear is a ringing noise until it fades into nothing.
Nothing. Pure silence.
He doesn’t have time to panic, to wonder what happened, before Renjun asks, “What was that?”. This time, his voice is lower and hushed.
Jeno still has his cock in his hand, cum dripping from his fingers and sticking to his underwear. He can’t breathe.
“Probably nothing,” Jaemin says, a beat later. His voice is louder than before and there’s an edge to it that makes Jeno gulp. “Maybe it was just the puppy next door. Focus on me, baby.”
Puppy.
Jaemin has no dog. Jaemin has no neighbors. And Jeno is very well aware of the dog jokes that had been made about himself — light-hearted jokes, memes shared with his edited pictures, a video or two — but nothing like that.
A word wrapped around something else, spoken with conviction and certainty, with the knowledge that it holds power.
Jeno doesn’t groan out loud because he bites his palm as he squeezes around the base of his cock, more cum spurting out, running down his length. His gut clenches and his vision swims and Jeno’s last thought is: fuck you, Na Jaemin.
Jeno is very tired from discovering new kinks or things that his body likes through Jaemin.
It’s not only unfair that Jaemin seems to have an understanding about him and his preferences that he’d been unaware of, but it’s also very, very unfair that Jeno is stuck with only his hands and his imagination.
Maybe a Jeno from the past, a Jeno untainted by Jaemin’s adventures inside the bedroom with Renjun, would be repelled at the idea of jerking off to the thought of them both, of the things they had said and done, but Jeno-from-the-past hadn’t listened to Jaemin calling him a puppy or asking Renjun to be a good boy, so Jeno-from-the-past has no rights.
Is it stepping over a line considering he hadn’t been officially invited to join in? That he’d overheard everything and was getting pleasure from it? Probably. But Jeno is too far gone by now. Maybe he should just keep moving forward (which doesn't seem like a very nice future if it only consists of his hand and his mind, but that’s all he has to deal with the situation) and handle the consequences later.
So when Jeno speaks with Jaemin about it, it’s entirely by accident. He’d drunk too much, was far too gone to measure his words, and between a gulp or two he spilled out everything he had heard and done, smiling all drunkenly and dazed at Jaemin as he proudly boasted about his new-found ability of cumming twice in a row.
Jaemin blinks. Lifts his glass of wine. Drinks a little. Jeno doesn’t look away from Jaemin’s rosy lips, the way his tongue sneaks past them to lick away a few droplets of wine, and how his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. Jeno wants to attach his mouth to the side of Jaemin’s neck and ask him to do that again so he could feel it and then have his tongue inside of his mouth so he could taste it.
Maybe he says that, maybe he doesn’t, Jeno isn’t really sure because his mind sways around, one thought giving way to another, the beer trickling past his lips and going down his throat, hazing his mind, until Jaemin’s voice grabs his complete attention.
“So you want me to fuck you? Is that it? Or do you want what I have with Renjunnie but adding you into the mix?”
Jeno bites his lower lip. He feels too warm — maybe from the alcohol, maybe from the talk, maybe from the idea of all of that happening. He isn’t sure.
“Uh,” he starts. Golden spots blink at the edge of his vision and Jaemin’s sharp smile doubles—triples—before it gets back into focus. “I guess…” he says sheepishly.
Jaemin looks at him, his eyes shining bright. His grin is laced with a silent promise that makes Jeno want to be reckless. "I can already feel that you're gonna be so much fun to play with,” he says. “But let’s see if you’re going to remember this when you wake up.”
Jeno exhales. He has no doubt that he will.
It’s hard to believe that it’s really happening.
Even if he’s at Jaemin’s place, even with Jaemin’s tongue shoved down his throat, Jeno almost can’t believe it’s real. That he’s really there — his body being pushed against the mattress, one hand fisting in his hair, teeth biting down on his swollen lower lip until he gasps.
A little, high-pitched noise makes its way past his mouth, lingering in the air for way too long — long enough to make Jeno self-conscious about the sounds he’s making. He’s never been this way before; so pliant and needy, making sounds before his cock is inside someone.
“Are you going to be my little obedient puppy or are you going to be naughty?” Jaemin asks when he pulls back, a smirk curling on his lips. There’s a flush on his face, red blossoming down his neck, but he looks like he’s still in control, unlike Jeno who feels that he just needs to feel the right touch to explode right there and then.
Jeno blushes, completely embarrassed. He doesn’t reply, averting his eyes down and trying to press his lips against Jaemin again so he won’t have to speak. Even though he’s all naked and bare, his cock hardening quickly against his hip, he feels more vulnerable at the concept of having to voice out loud his thoughts and wishes.
Jaemin tuts. The tip of his fingers traces the top of Jeno’s cheeks before pressing his thumb against his bottom lip. Jeno parts his mouth, wondering if he should stick his tongue out or if he should suck him in, if there’s something that Jaemin’s expecting out of him—
“A naughty puppy, then?” Jaemin says, shaking his head. “We’ll have to fix it. Mommy only likes good and obedient boys. And you want to be one, don’t you?”
Heat pools on the bottom of his stomach and Jeno decides that, maybe, he can be a little bold. The tip of his tongue meets the pad of Jaemin’s thumb and he draws it inside his mouth, humming around the digit, coating it with his spit. He wants Jaemin to imagine it was his cock there instead, to make such a good job that Jaemin can’t help but give Jeno exactly that.
“I’ll need you to speak up, baby,” Jaemin says, pulling his thumb out of Jeno’s mouth. He smears the cooling spit down on his chin and Jeno inhales sharply. His tongue pokes out but it doesn’t meet Jaemin’s thumb again. “Don’t you want to be good for me?”
There’s the flash of a memory inside of Jeno’s mind: Renjun’s whiny voice begging Jaemin to fill him up and Jaemin praising him non-stop, whispering how good he was. And Jeno wants that. He wants to be good — the best, if he can. Embarrassment bubbles inside his veins, making him go light-headed, and he knows that he’s flushing hard, going red all over.
Conjuring something up inside your mind when you’re horny is a lot easier than having to speak it all out loud, Jeno discovers. It’s almost dizzying being under Jaemin’s full attention and knowing that all he needs to do is speak up so he can get what he wants.
“I…” Jeno licks his lips, the hint of some shyness coloring his actions. “I want to… to be good…” It comes out soft and breathy. Too tentative. Almost too low.
But Jaemin is understanding and he hums happily, his hand cradling the side of his face. The clear approval on Jaemin’s face makes something twist inside of Jeno’s stomach. “Yes, puppy. Just wanting to be good is already a big step. Thank you for wanting to be such a good boy for Mommy. Are you comfortable here, puppy? Are you ready?”
Jeno nods his head so quickly that his neck makes a little sound. He bites his lower lip. He can’t imagine what they’ll do when Jaemin is still all dressed up and only his flush betrays how affected he is.
He almost shifts impatiently but he decides to stay put, letting Jaemin look at him as much as he wants, to run his hands over his body until Jeno’s shivering under his touch and his cock is drooling against his hip, desperate in search of some relief.
“I can see that my little puppy is all excited already,” Jaemin says, almost purring. The corner of his lips quirk up and he raises his eyebrows, his dainty fingers wrapping around Jeno’s cock. Jeno gasps. “How is this even possible? We haven’t done a single thing yet.”
Jeno feels his cock pulsing in Jaemin’s grip, the way he hardens more than he ever thought it was possible. Jeno throws an arm over his face, hiding his embarrassed expression and muffling a moan when Jaemin thumbs at the slit, fingers squeezing at the underside.
“Don’t be shy now, puppy. If you don’t tell Mommy what you want then Mommy can’t give it to you, right? Mommy only wants to make you feel good.”
A fire burns on the pit of Jeno’s belly. He lowers his hand, avoiding looking Jaemin in the eye. “I didn’t… I didn’t expect to…” he licks over his lips, swallowing. He can feel the ghost of Jaemin’s thumb inside of his mouth, over his tongue, and he wonders how different it would be if it had been his cock instead. Would he still taste him even now? “To like all of this so much.”
Almost as if to agree with his statement, his cock twitches when Jaemin’s grip tightens and Jeno grunts, blinking his eyes quickly. God, he’s so fucked. So, so fucked. Jaemin is going to wreck him for anyone else — Jeno’s sure of it.
“My puppy is so shy with his words but his cock won’t stop drooling. Oh, baby… What should I do with you?”
Touch me, he wants to say. Touch me, please.
Jaemin starts to move his hand, slowly stroking him, and Jeno bites his bottom lip again, sucking it in. One move from Jaemin and his guts are already twisting, his legs shaking, and he’s going to cum in no time.
“No, no, no~” Jaemin sing-songs, stopping his hand from moving. “I want to hear all of your pretty noises. Let them all out, pup.”
Jaemin orders, so Jeno obeys.
He feels too shy to look him in the eye, but fireworks are going off at the edge of his vision and blurring his sight, so Jeno has no idea if he’s even looking in Jaemin’s direction. His entire body burns, his cock pulsing, and he can only gasp and moan as Jaemin keeps stroking him, his fingers pressing on the underside, on the slit, playing with his cockhead before reaching down to his balls, doing everything to make Jeno lose his mind as quickly as possible.
“Please—I—” Jeno tries to warn when the tugging in his lower stomach gets to be too much, his eyes filled with too many tears for him to even find Jaemin’s form. He thinks he hears Jaemin saying that he can let go, that he can come, but Jeno’s mind is so hazy by then that he wouldn’t be surprised if he’d imagined it all.
Jaemin doesn’t pull his hand away after Jeno comes. He collects his cum with his fingers, smearing it all over his length, and then he starts all over again. Jeno whines, his thighs trembling, and his throat aches with the sounds that he makes, with all the begging that must be spilling out of his lips, but Jaemin doesn’t stop until he coaxes another orgasm out of him and Jeno lays bonelessly on the bed, sparks running down from the top of his head to his toes.
“Oh, god,” Jeno says, after he regains some control back, his fingers desperately clawing at Jaemin’s arms, trying to bring him close to him. He needs him—he needs him. “Please. Please. Let me—please—”
Jaemin laughs. “You want some of Mommy’s cum? Do you want to taste me?”
Jeno nods fast. His fingers tighten around Jaemin’s forearm, knuckles going white. He can almost feel the weight of Jaemin’s cock upon his tongue already, taste the saltiness that would explode inside of his mouth. He wants it badly; so, so badly, that it almost hurts.
“Not today, puppy,” Jaemin says, tapping the tip of Jeno’s nose. “Not today.”
Disappointment falls upon him. Jeno knots his brows, confused. “Don’t I…” he clears out his throat, testing the words that he’d first tried inside of his mind. “Don’t I deserve it? Wasn’t I good enough for you… M-mommy?”
It still makes him flush. Too embarrassed, too shy to look at Jaemin. But he can feel how it makes Jaemin gloat, how his smile gets bigger, and being able to make Jaemin feel good, feel happy, makes Jeno proud.
“You were good, puppy, you were.” Jaemin’s fingers run through Jeno’s hair, soothing him. “But Mommy’s cum is for another time.”
“But…” Jeno bites his lower lip, his eyes stinging a little. He doesn’t understand why he’s getting so worked up over this, why he feels the need to have Jaemin completely, to make sure he’s satisfied and fulfilled. “But I wanted you so much, Mommy. I really wanted you and your cock and…”
Jaemin strokes the top of Jeno’s cheekbones, silencing him. He smiles gently at him, his voice managing to ease all of Jeno’s worries. “And you’ll have it soon, puppy,” he says, lowering himself to press their lips together into a soft, fleeting kiss. “I promise you.”
Jeno thinks that it's only natural for things to end up how they started — with Jaemin and Renjun.
Renjun is shy at first — even shier than him. He avoids Jeno’s eyes, laughing awkwardly to dissolve the tension every few seconds, scratching the back of his flushed neck until they tumble together onto the bed and clothes start to fly off. When he gets into it, when his eyes glaze over and his mouth parts open for anything that he can get (lips, fingers, or a cock), the embarrassment finally leaves him.
Always remaining in control, Jaemin doesn’t hesitate in keeping him content. Renjun happily suckles on Jaemin’s fingers as Jaemin says, “Does my little puppy want to see what he only listened to? Hmm?”
Jeno nods. Jaemin smirks in his direction, but then his attention shifts towards Renjun, and Jeno gets to watch how Jaemin barely needs to do anything to get Renjun whimpering needly, rutting against his leg, his eyes brimming with tears as he begs and begs until Jaemin lays him down on the bed and pushes his legs apart, opening him up easily.
“He’s a sweet little thing,” Jaemin says, almost tenderly, as he strokes his hand down Renjun’s chest, his other hand keeping Renjun’s legs open. “Very sensitive.”
Jaemin leans forward, his lips barely wrapping around one of Renjun’s nipples before Renjun is crying out and pushing his chest up, sweat trickling down the side of his face. His cock leaks against his leg, pre-cum and sweat making his skin glisten, and Jeno swallows hard, his heart thumping wildly.
“See?” Jaemin asks when he pulls back, a big smirk on his face. “Isn’t he sweet?”
Releasing a grunt, Renjun’s thighs quiver in anticipation when Jaemin pushes them more apart, the tip of his cock pressing against his puckered rim. Jeno can’t breathe, transfixed at the sight in front of him.
“Mommy,” Renjun babbles, his eyes shut closed. Spit runs down the corner of his swollen, pink mouth. “Mommy, please, I need you. I—”
His words get cut off, turning into a high-pitched moan as Jaemin sinks into him, hips meeting his ass. Renjun doesn’t open his eyes, but he furrows his brows and sighs, his fingers curling into the sheets.
“I’m here, baby,” Jaemin says. “Mommy will take care of you now.”
Jeno is sure he’s never been more horny in his entire life. His cock fucking aches and he needs to squeeze around the base to take the edge off, not trusting himself on not spilling into his hands untouched, mesmerized by how Renjun just seems so pliant and soft, just taking and taking whatever Jaemin gives to him, how his body moves and ondulates under Jaemin, hips barely raising to meet his as Jaemin pounds into him with all he has.
Spit pools inside his mouth and Jeno swallows. He clenches and unclenches his hand, wanting to touch himself at the same time that he wants to touch them, but Jaemin had said for him to watch, so Jeno does that.
Not needing to care about any noises this time, Jeno realizes that even though Renjun had sounded loud before, it was nothing compared to this. With no pillows to muffle his voice, no walls in between them, Jeno’s ears ring with his moans, with his pleads of “Mommy, please” until Jaemin fucks him so good that Renjun can’t pronounce words anymore, just a garbled noise leaving past his lips.
Jaemin comes with a gasp, a little noise that bubbles from his throat and gets lost in the middle of Renjun’s cries. His hips stutter and he spills inside Renjun, pulling out right away and watching as cum leaks from his entrance, clinging to Renjun’s thighs and making them sticky.
Ignoring Renjun’s flushed and angry cock and his eyes brimming with tears, Jaemin looks in Jeno’s directions and pushes a hand through his hair. “Do you want to make him come, puppy? He's a very good baby. He’ll be very well-behaved for you too.”
Jeno almost cums right there and then, his breath hitching. Somehow, he finds himself in between Renjun’s thighs, his gaze flitting from his puffy entrance with cum steadily leaking out to his flushed face, the heat turning his cheeks a bright shade of red.
He hesitates on what to do, his hands hovering over Renjun’s thigh, and in his indecision of what to do, Renjun raises himself up and pushes Jeno down on the mattress, climbing onto his lap. Jeno gasps as his back meets the sheets, his eyes widening as he takes on the sight of Renjun — caring and kind Renjun, his sweet and gentle friend, the easy-going Renjun who’d buy him ice cream just because — with a fucked out look on his face before he gets close, close enough to kiss, entangling his fingers on Jeno’s hair and sucking on his bottom lip, nipping it until Jeno allows him entrance.
Their bodies slide against one another, the heat coming from Renjun’s body making Jeno tremble under his touch, his skin prickling whenever he sucks on his tongue. Jeno can’t control himself — his hands move by themselves, running over Renjun’s body like they never had a chance before, exploring and mapping the places it makes his friend sigh and cry, moan and grunt.
When their cocks brush, Jeno gasps against Renjun’s mouth. He tries to warn him, to shift a little, but then Renjun leans his body just in the right way for their cocks to be sliding against one another, the pre-cum and sweat making it something easy and slick, the noises ringing in Jeno’s eardrums.
Suddenly, a hand squeezes his ass and Jeno chokes on his spit, relaxing right away when Jaemin’s voice washes over him. “I’ll need you to relax, puppy. Be good for me, hm? Mommy doesn’t want to hurt you.”
With Renjun mouthing his neck, Renjun’s cock sliding against his own, and Jaemin stretching him open, Jeno feels a fire burning inside of him: it runs down his spine and settles into a tight, woven coil in the pit of his belly, threatening to burst out of him at any moment.
He thinks he moans, maybe cries a little too, but Renjun’s mouth is quick to be upon him, drinking his noises, licking inside his mouth, and Jaemin’s fingers are brushing inside of him too, pressing against places that make his vision go black, and Jeno doesn’t really know what his body does or how he reacts.
“Please… Please…”
Jaemin slides into him first. It fills him up to the brim, burning and stretching and making his mind go so hazy that Jeno is sure that Jaemin’s dick was blessed by the gods.
“Oh fuck—” he says, but then Renjun is moving too, lifting himself up on his knees and sinking into Jeno’s cock with one move, getting him deep inside of him, and Jeno’s breath is knocked off his chest.
He cries out, his eyes slipping shut. He grabs—Renjun’s thigh—Jaemin’s hand—the sheets—something—and holds on tight, his belly burning and his legs shaking and his lips hurting as he bites down hard. It doesn’t stop the noises from coming out and his chest from vibrating.
They move seamlessly against one another and Jeno has never felt so much before. Cum drips down his cock every time that Renjun lifts up, his whimpers resonating when he’s back down and his ass is pressed against Jeno’s groin. Jaemin keeps talking, saying that he’s doing a good job, that he’s being a good boy, that he’s making Mommy very, very happy, and Jeno nods and nods and tries to keep going.
Renjun is the one who comes first. He whimpers, his legs barely lifting him up, his thighs quivering madly, and his hand moves fast up and down his cock, his brows furrowed in concentration. He shoots cum all over Jeno’s chest, crying out as he milks himself dry with his hand, clenching down on Jeno’s cock so hard that he makes Jeno sob and cum inside of him, his body going taut for a second.
His lungs burn, his body tenses up all of its muscles, and Renjun falls down against his chest, hands clinging to his forearms as his pelvic muscles keep clenching around him, his cock still drooling out cum, the white liquid pooling on Jeno’s stomach and dribbling down his sides.
“He's such a cumslut,” Jaemin says, voice sounding strained. “But a very cute one.” Renjun whines and he slides a little forward on Jeno’s cock as the echoing sound of a slap resounds in the room. “Puppy?”
Jeno doesn’t know what Jaemin is asking for, but he nods and grunts and asks, “Please, please,” because whatever Jaemin wants to give him must be worth it.
His body is almost getting into the over-sensitive zone, his cock pulsing inside of Renjun, cum drooling out of his hole, but Jaemin only fucks into him a little more before he comes with a sharp intake of his breath. He pulls out right away, fingers squeezing Jeno’s ass cheek and pulling it to the side, watching as his hole flutters around nothing and creamy white cum leaks out of him and down his thighs.
With Renjun still lying on his chest, Jeno barely feels a squeeze on his hand, his eyes fighting to stay open although his brain demands him to close them, but Jaemin's voice floats to the front of his mind, his words making pride spark inside of his chest.
“Mommy is so lucky to have you both,” he says, the hint of a smile on his voice. “Such good boys for me.”