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When Jaemin heard that a tattoo parlor was setting up shop right in front of them, he was instantly intrigued. He purposely attends to the display they had by the windows one morning, hoping to catch a glimpse of their new neighbors as they move their stuff in.
“It’s about time there was eye candy around here.” Yeji comments as she enters the shop. She beelines for the counter, box in hand, and stocks up the greeting cards in a neat pile.
“No luck on boyfriend hunt lately?”
“No, and even if I can’t hit up the new boys across the street, at least they won't say no when I walk in and ask to get a tramp stamp.”
“Hm, I have one of those,” Jaemin admits casually. From his peripheral, he sees Yeji pause before turning to him with a scrunched nose.
“You? Having tattoos?” She crosses her arms. “And when were you planning to tell me this?”
Jaemin laughs. “There isn’t anything to tell, trust me.”
It’s where most accidental tattoos originate—alcohol consumption in college and an insistent friend who says they’re good at stick-and-poke. Luckily, it’s somewhere out of sight so Jaemin isn’t too bothered about doing anything with it anytime soon.
“Is that something so wild to think about?”
“I mean,” Yeji gestures wildly at him. She reaches out to fix the shirt collar he’s neatly buttoned up under his caramel sweater. “You just don’t seem like the type, you know?”
Jaemin smiles, his canines peeking out. “I get that a lot.”
--
Jaemin is busy arranging a bouquet when the door chimes with a whispered hiss.
“This is a bad idea.”
“Shh, just leave it up to me.”
When he looks up, Jaemin’s struck at the sight of two men in black leather, absolutely sticking out against the flowers in the shop. Jaemin gives them his practiced customer service smile.
“Welcome to Stems. How can I help you?”
One of them rests his arms against the counter, grinning at Jaemin. “Hey. We were wondering if you know any good food places around here. We’re new to the area.”
“Oh? You must be our new neighbors then.” Jaemin wipes his hands on his apron, finally taking a proper look at them. In the past few days, he and Yeji have only seen them in passing, unloading their moving truck with arms full of boxes and wiping down the dusty frontstore windows. It serves as the perfect entertainment at Stems’ usually lull work hours right after lunch, especially with the tattoo boys’ affinity for tank tops on full display. Yeji has been spending more time cleaning their storefront than usual, and Jaemin helps her out outside even if he didn’t need to.
“The very ones. Name’s Johnny, owner of Tinted Tattoo Parlor. Nice to meet you.” He does a mock tip of the hat at Jaemin, winking. “And this one’s Jeno. He’s been practically bugging me to check this place out.”
“Hello,” Jaemin greets, fleeting his eyes at Jeno just in time for him to nudge Johnny’s shoulder with a frown. Johnny just laughs.
“As far as food recommendations go, it depends on what you’re craving, I guess. There are a lot of options and a lot of places I can take you.” Jaemin says. “I’m Jaemin, by the way.”
“We have no actual customers yet since we just finished unpacking yesterday. So, we have time to explore.”
“Oh, my coworker Yeji has been interested in getting a tattoo lately actually.” Jaemin muses aloud. He turns back to his flowers, carefully tying the stems together with tweed. “Too bad she’s out for a delivery right now.”
“Really?” Johnny perks up. “We’ll definitely visit again to ask. We’ve been hopping around the place, getting the word out and all, you know?”
“What about you?”
“Hm?” Jaemin blinks, turning his head to the sound of that smooth low voice that he finds out belongs to Jeno—Jeno who's been staring at him all the while, waiting for his answer.
“Me?” Jaemin still clarifies.
Jeno nods, licking his lips. “Are you interested in getting a tattoo too?”
“I don’t know,” Jaemin admits solemnly, an honest finger tapping his chin in thought. “I would not know what to get, honestly.”
Johnny suddenly bursts out laughing. “Well, we’re always open to you if you ever make up your mind, Jaemin. Also about the food, we’re entrusting our lives to you too.”
Johnny and Jeno take their leave, and Jaemin sees them at the door, giving them his business card for emergencies. (“You hear that, Jeno? Call Jaemin on this number.” “Please, just go, hyung.”)
“It was nice meeting you, Jaemin.” Jeno nods goodbye one more time, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. “Sorry about Johnny-hyung. He talks… a lot.”
“It’s no worry, Jeno.” Jaemin laughs, already endeared. He waves a hand. “See you around, ‘kay?”
“Yeah.” Jeno smiles softly. “See you around.”
When Yeji returns to the shop after her deliveries, he doesn’t even attempt to scold her for getting back later than intended. Jaemin just goes back to the bouquet he was attending to, that bashful grin from Jeno in the back of his mind.
--
True to his word, Jaemin does bring them to all his favorite food stops in downtown Busan. He’s happy to see Johnny and Jeno enjoying the variety of food he recommends, taking mental notes of the snacks he could bring to the tattoo parlor sometime later.
It's amusing though when Johnny suspiciously bails out on most days, Leaving just Jaemin and Jeno alone to spend lunch together.
Jaemin isn’t really complaining. He got the hint ever since they were introduced—Johnny was a little too obvious in his attempt of setting them up, but Jaemin would still like to hear the confirmation from Jeno himself. Until then, he’s happy to tease Jeno, thanking him for the lunch dates and resisting the urge to kiss him each time Jeno doesn't deny it.
Jeno is hot, and Jaemin isn't ashamed of looking. It's hard not to look when Jeno likes his tanktops thin and low cut, and his tattooed arms and chest are on display for everyone to see. His ears are littered with piercings and Jaemin can’t say he wasn’t keeping an eye on Jeno’s tongue piercing everytime he licks his lips. It’s hypnotizing.
What Jaemin finds especially charming about Jeno is the fact that under all that the tattoos and piercings, his calm and pleasant presence still shines through. Jaemin is still all ears, even more so, when Jeno makes the occasional appreciative comment about the food or the cute sounds he makes to catch the attention of the stray cats they come across. Not to mention, Jeno has the sweetest smile Jaemin has ever seen, and he always takes the opportunity to get it out of Jeno every time they meet.
Lunch becomes their routine thing, to the point where it's Jeno taking him to restaurants he Jaemin’s never even heard of, to the point it isn’t limited to just lunch anymore. Again, Jaemin isn’t really complaining.
--
“And here I thought I’d be the one snagging the hot tattoo boy for myself.” Yeji huffs.
Jaemin laughs. “Oops? Trust me, I wasn't planning to steal him away from you. It just happened.”
Jeno visits Stems everyday, inquiring about flowers because Johnny insists on livening up the parlor with plants. Jaemin is happy to tour him around the shop and give his best flower recommendations. Jeno looks adorable, taking note of everything he says, and when he narrows down his purchases, Jaemin insists on hand delivering it to him personally.
“The address isn’t far,” Jaemin teases. Besides, he’s been wanting to visit Tinted anyway.
Jaemin’s been wanting to see Jeno at work for sometime now, but he didn’t know how to ask. He didn’t want to just be standing there and watching a stranger get inked like some weirdo, but his imagination isn’t cutting it anymore. Even if the Jeno in his head was hot as he concentrated with his tattoo pen, Jaemin wanted to see if it lived up to what he had in mind.
To his luck, Yeji still wanted to push through with her tattoo, thankfully sober and conscious. Jaemin tags along for moral support.
Yeji has always berated him for wearing sweaters even during the spring and summer. Jaemin always replies with a shrug, rebutting that he never gets hot anyway. Today’s different, and the forecast didn’t even mention it was the hottest day of the summer until Jaemin stepped into the tattoo parlor and saw Jeno. Jeno and his big arms. His tank top was white today and the holes on his side are huge.
In hindsight, it's a mistake to even expect otherwise at this point, especially when Jeno is involved, but Jaemin is a fool who sticks to it until the end and proceeds to tug at the collar of his sweater, treacherously hot under the collar in the shop’s air conditioned room.
Yeji decides on a butterfly tattoo on the small of her back. She insists it's technically not a tramp stamp anymore, but it would be a nice party trick to show off. Jaemin just shakes his head, passing the references they printed for Jeno to survey. They watch Jeno sit down to do some sketches, humming at Yeji’s every comment and request. Once they settle on a final design, he tells them to head inside while he preps his equipment.
When they enter the work room, they spot the vase of yellow pansies Jaemin brought in a few days ago and Yeji shares a knowing look with Jaemin as she mounts the table.
Yeji wore a crop top today for good reason, and Jeno is quick to slip on his latex gloves and wipes down her lower back with alcohol, earning a sudden yelp from Yeji at the cool liquid. Jaemin stands beside Jeno as he does so, swallowing, promising to be quiet. Jeno just bumps his hip in acknowledgement.
Jaemin watches in awe as Jeno draws each line of the butterfly with the ease and precision of a professional. On occasion, Yeji would bemoan about the buzzing pain, but then Jeno would rub reassuring circles on her back, whispering that it’ll be over before she knows it.
“Stay still for me,” Jeno hums lowly when Yeji scoots up the table from a particular stroke of his tattoo pen. “You’ve been doing so good.”
Jaemin, covered from head to toe compared to Jeno and tanktop and jeans that had more rips than denim, feels like he’s on the brink of a fever.
After thirty minutes of spectating, Jaemin excuses himself, saying he’ll wait outside for Yeji and comes out to hang with Johnny manning the counter. Johnny is busy on his phone, but he does acknowledge Jaemin with a nod. Jaemin slumps against the counter, reaching for the tattoo reference book customers always browse when they’re not sure what to get.
The sketches are beautiful and crisp, and at the bottom you can see Johnny and Jeno’s notes of which tattoos they did. It made Jaemin smile. Halfway through the book, he browses through the piercings they also offered at the parlor. Jaemin stops at the last page, brows furrowing at the fine print at the end to inquire about genital piercings with the piercer.
“Do people actually get their dicks pierced or something here?” Jaemin asks.
“You’d be surprised,” Johnny snorts, much to Jaemin’s horror. “They do tell me after that it helps to have Jeno around to distract them.” He laughs.
“That sounds painful,” Jaemin scrunches his nose.
He can’t imagine ever wanting any type of piercing near his dick, the thought of it already has him skittish. But then, the image of Jeno hovering over him, overseeing the procedure personally, and it has his mind tricking him that the whole thing doesn’t sound too bad. He shakes his head at his own ridiculousness. Johnny and Jeno have found themselves the perfect business model here, Jaemin thinks.
Just then, Yeji comes out of the work room, arms wrapped around Jeno’s arm, humming as Jeno gives her instructions for tattoo aftercare. Jaemin raises a brow at her in question, but she just wiggles hers back at him.
“You need to fuck that man already before I interfere,” Yeji hisses the moment she gets to him.
Jaemin pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m working on it.”
--
Jeno
Hey Jaemin, there’s a party at the parlor if you want to drop by :)
Jaemin
Oh, what's the occasion?
Jeno
Hyung wants to celebrate Tinted’s one month stay here ^^
Jaemin
Lol that’s adorable
I’m out of town right now though ;;
I’ll see if I can drop by when I get back later ><
Jeno
Ah, I was wondering why you guys were closed today
Jaemin
Aw, did you miss me? :>
Jeno
Hm. I was hoping to try the new cafe down the street with you
It just opened today :p
Jaemin
Tell me the address!
I‘ll stop by and we can try some stuff when I get back ^^
--
It's raining when Jaemin gets back, and with difficulty, he fishes out his phone from his pants pocket while balancing his takeout box and umbrella in one hand. From afar, he could see the tattoo parlor filled with strobe lights and smoke and he could faintly hear the music with each step he took.
Jaemin calls Jeno’s number.
“Hey, Jeno. I’m outside Stems right now, I can't see you anywhere from here. Maybe you can meet me out here and get your snacks from me, please?”
Jaemin almost lets everything fall from his arms the moment he sees Jeno run out of the shop and into the rain.
“Hey, hey! Why didn't you bring an umbrella?! You’re getting soaked!”
Jeno is just grinning at him like nothing’s wrong, taking Jaemin’s snacks off of his hands. Jaemin sighs, pulling Jeno under his umbrella with him. It’s futile with Jeno’s hair and shirt already soaked but Jaemin still insists anyway. At least until they get to Stems.
“Come inside, I have some spare clothes for you.”
“No need, I’ll just go back to—”
Jaemin drags Jeno inside anyway despite his mild protests. He brings him upstairs to his guest room. He doesn't technically live here, but in case of emergencies, he has a single bed and a closet of clothes and essentials if he had to stay the night.
Jaemin fishes out two clean towels from the drawers. He wipes his face with one, and turns to toss the other to Jeno. Jeno catches it with ease, but still shakes his head like a wet dog and makes a mess in the middle of the room.
“Hey!” Jaemin clicks his tongue, the corners of his mouth treacherously quirking up fondly. “Come here, you idiot.”
Jaemin dries Jeno’s hair off, rubbing the towel over his head until Jeno’s slapping his hands away in annoyance, laughing. “Why did you have to do that, huh? Did you miss me that much?”
“I was worried for the snacks.” Jeno insists, looking cute with the wet towel flopping lifelessly on his head.
“Sure,” Jaemin snorts. “We’ll eat if you’re a good boy, okay?” He scratches under Jeno’s chin for effect, smirking when he notices the tips of Jeno’s ears pinking. “Okay, shirt off now.”
They were fortunately roughly the same size so Jaemin grabs the spare sweater he had in his closet. It's a cream knit that is very much out of Jeno’s color palette but Jaemin has nothing else. It’ll have to do. He sighs and turns around.
Jaemin turns around just in time for Jeno to strip off his wet shirt.
Jaemin has been wondering about just how many tattoos Jeno had on his body. From the moment Jaemin met him, Jeno was already sporting his favorite black tank top that was low enough to leave anything out of imagination, and yet still hid enough skin that Jaemin was curious about just how far the ink ran across his body. He always imagined Jeno’s tattoos ran until his legs, not letting any surface be uncovered.
And Jaemin was right—Jeno’s entire torso is covered, a roadmap of precise lines and color on the canvas that was Jeno’s smooth skin. But for once, that wasn’t what Jaemin’s eyes focused on.
In his line of thought, he forgot to consider piercings. At all.
Nipple piercings in particular, were the last things in his mind.
Fuck.
Jaemin didn’t know why he’s so surprised. Jeno is a professional tattoo artist and piercer. He even has a lip and brow piercing, it shouldn’t be out of the ordinary, really, and yet, it’s because it’s also Jeno. His Jeno who is still so sweet underneath all the tattoos. Somehow it never occurred to him for Jeno to be the type to get nipple piercings in the first place, which although he knows is ironic in nature, but he just couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he would.
“Where do I put my clothes?” Jeno asks, startling Jaemin.
Jaemin swallows roughly, shaking his head. “Leave it in the bin. I’ll give it back to you after a good washing.”
Jeno frowns. “But—”
“Ah, ah. No buts, we have snacks to finish, remember? Go put this on.”
Jaemin didn’t think it was possible, but his big knit sweater, which hid everything from the neck to the wrist, somehow made things worse. Jeno shrugs it on and immediately drowns in the soft knit. He really thought it would help him in this case, but it still has Jaemin having to center himself and exhale, his gut a furnace at this point in its hunger. He’s starved himself from today’s errands enough.
They settle on the floor, leaning against the side of Jaemin bed. The donuts he got were sweet enough to distract Jaemin from his thoughts, and he snickers at the grimace Jeno makes as he bites into the jam in the middle.
“Not a fan?”
“Just a little too sweet for me,” Jeno grumbles. He tries and finishes it anyway, not wanting to waste food. Jaemin gives him his water bottle to wash it all down.
“How's the party back at the shop? Congrats, by the way.” In a short span of a month, Tinted has been doing well for itself. In time, Jaemin knows it’ll become the town’s hub for tattoos and piercings. Johnny and Jeno are not only incredibly talented in what they do, they're personable and kind, and that’s what keeps customers loyal.
“Noisy and crowded,” Jeno sighs. “Hyung has his friends and long-time customers over, and I don’t think anyone’s sober at this hour anymore.”
“Did you drink too?”
“No, I wanted to see you today.”
Jaemin turns his head just in time to see Jeno lean his head back against the bed, covering his flushed face with his arm. Jaemin’s face splits into a giant grin. “And here I thought you didn’t prefer sweet things, you sap.”
Jaemin tackles Jeno into a hug until Jeno’s on the floor, fighting for his life as Jaemin pinches his sides, giggling. They squabble until Jaemin gets tired, from the food and from the play fighting, and slumps on top of Jeno.
“Jeno?”
“Hm?”
“Do your piercings hurt?” Jaemin asks. In the middle of their wrestling, Jaemin accidentally hit Jeno’s chest with his hands. He immediately retracted his hands like he was burnt, and it didn’t go unnoticed to him the way Jeno grimaces at the contact.
Jeno just blinks at him, questioning, “Are you planning on getting some?”
Jaemin shrugs. “I browsed your guys’ catalog some time ago, but they seemed painful. And I saw you have some of your own, so I’m curious. Did they hurt?”
“They did hurt,” Jeno hums, fingers reaching up to toy with his earring. “But only in the beginning. Sometimes I don’t even remember I have certain piercings until I see them. They’re a part of me now, in that way.”
“Really?” Jaemin rises.
He braves himself to keep eye contact with Jeno below him, as he settles himself on Jeno’s groin, hands already itching at his sides. “So if I touch you, it wouldn’t hurt at all?”
He watches the way Jeno’s throat bob as he swallows, the way his lips part in a silent gasp. He looks so small under him and it sends an ember straight to the pit of Jaemin’s stomach. His eyes are on Jaemin then, half lidded and knowing, “Do you want to hurt me?”
Jaemin’s voice is a whisper, yet so loud in his ears.
“Will you let me?”
Jeno doesn’t answer. Instead, he takes Jaemin’s hands and slips them underneath his sweater. Jeno is a furnace, a map of hot skin with every press of Jaemin’s palms. He feels like he’ll burst into flames if he isn’t careful, and he finds that he doesn’t mind that at all. Jaemin stills at the feel of the cool metal of Jeno’s barbell piercings, a stark contrast to the heat surrounding him, and inhales.
Jaemin circles around Jeno’s nipples with his fingertips, teasing, letting Jeno squirm at the touch. When he finally presses down with his thumbs, Jeno’s face scrunches up beautifully, letting out a small noise that is more delighted than pained.
Jaemin wants more. He wants to see him—all of him, tossing and turning under his hands, his mouth. He lifts up the cream sweater until it’s all bunched up below Jeno’s neck. All his scorching, inked skin on display for him, all for Jaemin. He’s perfect.
Jaemin kisses him, licking into his mouth greedily, greeting Jeno’s tongue piercing with enthusiasm as he continues to touch and pinch and squeeze at every part of Jeno he can reach. Jeno meets him halfway, tugging at his hair, untucking his shirt, whining into his mouth until Jaemin pulls away and finally pushes him onto the bed.
Jeno shrugs off his sweater, letting it tumble to the floor as he makes quick work of Jaemin’s pants. He helps Jaemin pull them down along with his boxers, only to stop and gawk at his upper thigh.
“Really?” Jeno snorts in disbelief, tracing the faded PlayBoy bunny tattoo just below his hip bone.
Jaemin cackles as he tosses his own shirt away. He almost forgot about that horrid stick-and-poke of his, but Jeno’s reaction is excellent, even better than what he’d always imagined it to be.
“It’s a long story,” Jaemin murmurs into a laughing kiss.
Jeno settles between Jaemin’s legs, bracing himself with his arms as he plants kisses at Jaemin’s inner thigh. Jaemin cards his finger through Jeno’s hair, watching Jeno press a kiss on his tattoo, and hums pleasantly. His kisses are wet, leaving a trail in his wake, and it wasn't before long until Jeno’s mouthing on the head of Jaemin’s cock.
Jaemin hisses, feeling Jeno tongue at his slit. He’s growing hard at every sloppy lick and suck, and everytime Jeno presses his tongue piercing against his heated flesh, he trembles. Jeno’s good with his mouth, a little too good, and with one hand wrapped around Jaemin’s cock in a knowing grip, his rings addicting to the grit, Jeno clearly knows what he’s doing.
“Fuck, Jeno,” Jaemin rolls his eyes as Jeno sinks down without difficulty, his mouth a warm tight heat around his cock. Jeno stares back up at him, blinking prettily like it’s nothing, and then he’s bobbing his head up and down his cock with an expertise that has Jaemin dizzy.
Jaemin feels himself getting close by the second, and he’s quick to tap Jeno’s shoulder, pulling at Jeno’s hair sharply when he doesn’t yield immediately. “Jeno-ya,” He warns. Jeno pulls off with a croaky whine that sets Jaemin off and he spurts out a string of precum, landing unceremoniously on Jeno’s cheek as Jeno pants.
“Have you always been like this?” Jaemin clicks his tongue, licking up the mess off of Jeno’s cheek and kisses Jeno again. “Have you always been such a cock slut?”
Jeno gives him a cheeky grin. “You never asked.”
“Yeah?” Jaemin cups his pants, making Jeno grind against his hand. He makes quick work of unzipping Jeno’s pants and boxer briefs, throwing them haphazardly to the floor. Jaemin grabs the bottle of lube from his bedside drawer as Jeno settles against his pillows, legs spread open for him. He’s covered in tattoos, from the neck to his firm calves and Jaemin wants to map his entire body with his mouth.
So he does just that—Jaemin leaves kisses from Jeno's temple and down to his jaw, peppering hickeys on the snake looped where his neck and shoulder meet. He noses at the numbers etched on his navel, leaving finger shaped bruises on the dragons that constrict the length of his arms. Jaemin nips at the camellias tattooed on his thigh, gives Jeno’s weeping cock a teasing squeeze before he’s mouthing at his hole, pressing the tip of his tongue past his rim. Jeno’s shaking beneath him, his knees knocking against Jaemin’s head, whining and urging him to go faster.
“Jaemin, hurry,” Jeno hisses. “Just fuck me already.”
Jaemin ignores him, purposefully taking his time in licking and stretching Jeno open. He pops open the bottle of lube and coats two fingers generously. He has his arms pinning Jeno’s thighs apart, loving the way the quiver in his palms, trying to push back and trap Jaemin in his grip.
Jeno is strong—arms and legs firm, stomach hard and flat, but Jaemin matches him perfectly. And with the way Jeno willingly falls apart for him when Jaemin pushes his fingers in, two quickly become three. Jeno’s nowhere from small, and yet below Jaemin, he willingly shrinks, pliant and good and perfect.
“More,” Jeno pleads, tears catching in his lashes. Jaemin kisses them before they fall, pulling his fingers out and finally slips his cock in. The slide is slick, but Jaemin still couldn’t contain his hisses. Jeno is a furnace, hot and tight and perfect. Jaemin’s whole body is on fire, and he hasn’t even reached the hilt. Like Jeno, he wants more, but Jaemin can’t help but tease.
“Good?” Jaemin hums, crandling jeno’s cheek with his hand. He thrust once, twice, just to taunt him, enjoying Jeno’s frustrated groans and the way he clenches around him in want. “Jeno-yah, does it feel good?”
“Move.” Jeno insists, pointily gripping at Jaemin’s sides. “I will feel better if you move already.”
Jaemin grins, unmoving, but lets Jeno roll his hips to his liking, glaring up at him.
He kisses the frown between Jeno’s brows and fucks him.
Jaemin fucks him, rough, teeth clenching as he pulls out his cock only to slam back into Jeno with purpose. Jeno’s arms snake around Jaemin, hands clawing on his back, clinging. His legs then wrap themselves around Jaemin’s waist, closer, pulling closer until Jaemin’s pressed against him, chest to chest. Jaemin pushes in deeper.
“Good?” Jaemin repeats, hissing. His eyes roll back at the wet heat around his cock, and his hips roll harder with every choked whine he pulls out of Jeno.
“Good, so fucking good,” Jeno gasps against the pillows. He’s all spit and teeth and tears, and Jaemin thinks he looks so fucking pretty, perfect. “You fuck me so good, Jaeminie.”
Jaemin chases after Jeno’s mouth, swallowing all his moans as his movements turn harsher, faster. He reaches between to squeeze at Jeno’s cock. He’s impossibly hard, wet from his own precum. Jaemin jerks him off as he fucks him.
“You’re doing so well, Jeno-yah.” Jaemin hums. “So, so good for me, yeah?”
Jeno pulls away with his eyes shut, panting. He's so close to breaking, hands gripping at Jaemin’s shoulders as he begs, “Please, please, please, make me cum. I’m so—”
Jeno is shaking in his hold as he climaxes, turning boneless as he cums in Jaemin’s hand.
“Good boy,” Jaemin coos, giving Jeno’s cock one last squeeze. “But you’re a bit messy, aren’t you huh? Open your mouth.” He pushes two fingers into his mouth, letting Jeno taste himself. Jeno doesn't resist, tongue swiping between Jaemin’s fingers weakly, still trying to keep eye contact with Jaemin even with his half mast stare.
“Cum inside, please,” Jeno pleads one last time.
It didn't take long for Jaemin to reach his own release after that. He breaks, finally, cums inside Jeno, fucking sloppily into Jeno as he trembles below him mumbling for more, more, more. Jaemin collapses on top of him as he empties out, spent, and yet he still steers the last of his energy to kiss Jeno sweetly on the lips.
Later, he’ll drag Jeno with him to the bathroom to clean up, dig up another clean pair of clothes for Jeno and himself to change into after. That’s later, though. Right now, with Jeno resting his head against his shoulder,smiling at him, tired and sated, Jaemin doesn’t mind staying to cuddle, even just for a few minutes.
--
“You better not be here to fuck my employee,” Johnny quips rather loudly the moment Jaemin enters. He’s not nose deep into his phone this time which is a rarity, but he’s giving Jaemin a tired look that has Jaemin pouting.
“Rude,” Jaemin huffs, fixing the creases of his bouquet of peonies gently. “I actually do have an appointment today, so,” He flashes Johnny a gross wink. “You know fucking my boyfriend is just a bonus, right?”
Johnny only shakes his head as Jaemin laughs, pointing at the workroom with his thumb.
“He’s already inside waiting for you.”
When Jaemin enters the room, Jeno’s at the table sketching in his notebook. Jeno looks up at the sound of the door opening and he breaks into a smile as he meets Jaemin’s eyes.
“Hi.” Jaemin greets, already beelining to where Jeno is. “I’m not late, am I?”
“No,” Jeno kisses his cheek. “You’re my only customer today.”
Jaemin wraps his arms around him and squeezes, giggling. “Got you all to myself, huh?”
Jeno nods. “Have you decided what to get for your cover up?”
Jaemin has been tempted to get a tattoo ever since Yeji got hers months ago. She’s been showing off her butterfly tattoo every chance she gets, especially at the customers who regularly visit, Jeno and Johnny included. He’s been wanting to cover up his silly Playboy Bunny for years now, and he’s glad to have Jeno around him, his body a catalog of tattoos Jaemin could possibly get too.
Jaemin pulls aways from Jeno, humming knowingly as he walks to the empty flower vase in the corner of the room. Jaemin carefully unties his bouquet of peonies and gently places them inside the vase. He plucks one out of the pile and returns to Jeno’s side, tucking the peony behind Jeno’s ear.
Jaemin grins. “I think I have an idea what to get.”