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Jaemin really should stop getting himself into other people’s businesses. It’s always the same. He sees someone that looks like they need help, he goes and tries to help them, and ends up in weird situations he doesn’t know how to get out of.
This time might be the worst one of them all, though.
Everything started at a frat party — as usual — and Jaemin was truly enjoying himself there. He managed to make out with two cheerleaders and even one random dude from the swim team, so the night was running smoothly foi him. But then he had to go to the bathroom, and things started going downhill.
The only thing Jaemin wanted to do was relieve himself and go back to the party, but of course things wouldn’t be as simple as that. As he gets inside the bathroom, he realizes a few things. First of all, it smells like shit — not and not only shit shit but even worse than that, like someone fucking died inside the room and stayed there for 3 weeks — secondly, someone forgot to flush the toilet; and thirdly, there are some weird noise coming from behind the curtains of the bathtub.
He tries just finishing his business and leaving the rest for the house owner to deal with, but the noise keeps getting worse and Jaemin is kind of afraid that there’s an actual dying person inside the room. He does finish his business, but he can’t get himself to just leave after putting out his junk.
Naturally, he slides the curtains away from the crime scene. And, well, it’s not as bad as he thought it would be.
There’s a boy inside the tub. A boy wearing nothing more than those little checkered boxer shorts and sunglasses. It’s night. And it’s cold outside.
“What the fuck?!” Is the only thing Jaemin can say as his eyes fix on the pitiful scene in front of him. Further inspection makes him notice the empty bottle of vodka and the squeezed pack of cigarettes, and then it’s not just pitiful, it’s a little pathetic. Jaemin sighs to himself, giving the boy another once over before finally asking. “Are you okay?”
The boy abruptly turns to Jaemin like he only just realized he has company. “Oh- I’m perfectly fine,” the boy croaks out, and the hoarse and kind of choked-up tone of his voice reveals two things. He’s been crying, and he’s been drinking more than he can handle. “How about you? Enjoying the party?”
Jaemin frowns. Does he really think he’s fooling anyone with that voice? It doesn’t matter. “What’s your name?” He asks, despite all of his instincts telling him to turn around and go enjoy the rest of his night.
“I’m Chenle! You?” Chenle asks back, still keeping up the act.
“I’m Jaemin,” he says, not hiding the concerned tone of his voice. “Chenle, did you come with a friend or somethin?, I could get them for you if you want…”
“You see… It’s a funny story, really,” Chenle snorts, like just the memory of it makes the funniest set of things that ever happened. “My friends don't know I’m here.”
“Uh- Okay… Did you come alone, then?”
“That’s the funny part!” He cackles loudly, making Jaemin truly worry if he’s actually sane right now. “I came here with my boy- my ex-boyfriend. He said it would be fun, you know? My friends don’t like him much, but I was stupid enough to think otherwise,” the anger in his voice is evident, even through the sudden bursts of laughter tha come and go. “He took us to play some dare or strip, something like that. And they kept asking me to kiss someone else, so I kept losing clothes. My boyfriend was right there, you know? I couldn’t do that. But then I was only wearing this, and they dared me to kiss someone else again, and I couldn’t just get naked, you know? So I kissed the guy, and then Mark- he’s my boyfriend- fuck- my ex-boyfriend, he threw a fucking fit and broke up with me. Later I heard it was his plan all along, and he just wanted to make me the asshole in the situation. So now I’m here. Funny, right? Really. Fucking. Funny.” There’s no more laughter, and Jaemin can’t help but to pity him.
Jaemin sighs. Now he’s too involved, Jaemin can’t just leave him like this. “Where are your clothes, Chenle?” He avoids commenting on what happened, saying how much he’s sorry for Chenle wouldn’t make it hurt any less, so he just leaves it be. It’s none of his business anyway.
“They must’ve set it on fire or something, just to make this more humiliating. But if they didn’t it’s still in the backyard. I just had to run away crying and forget I was wearing nothing. That makes it even funnier, right?!”
“Wait for me here, okay? I’ll get your clothes,” Jaemin says, closing the curtains again and leaving the bathroom.
Luckily, there are a lot of clothes thrown around in the backyard, and though he knows he may be stealing other people’s clothes, he doesn’t really feel bad about it considering what these people did to the boy.
Jaemin is back to the bathroom in less than five minutes, but just that short amount of time was enough for Chenle get halfway through another bottle of vodka. “What the fuck are you doing?!” He reprimands, confiscating the bottle so fast Chenle doesn’t even have time to react — not that he could have, anyway, considering he’s so drunk he can barely keep himself sitting straight on the tub.
“Oh- I thought that was just an excuse to leave me on my own,” Chenle slurs out.
Jaemin clicks his tongue. He really hates taking care of drunk people, but he’s done this so much he’s nearly a professional at it. “I’ll take you home. Can you get dressed on your own?”
He gives the clothes to Chenle, who only stares at them for a whole minute before turning back to Jaemin. “I don’t think these are mine.”
“It doesn’t matter, just get dressed and let’s leave this place.”
“Okay!” Chenle easily agrees this time, the cheery tone of his voice seeming really out of place considering the story he just told.
These are normal side effects of getting this drunk, so Jaemin just leaves him be and watches as Chenle struggles to put on the shirt. There’s a lot of moving around, and it’s just then that Jaemin realizes that Chenle doesn’t look too bad. The tragic story and the fact that he was drunkily sitting at a bathtub really distracted him from noticing the thick arms, broad shoulders, firm chest and chiseled abdomen. How can a person dump someone this good looking?!
Jaemin’s mom instincts cease the horny thoughts as Chenle finishes putting the shirt on. It’s turned to the wrong side. Then he steps in to help him put on the rest. “I hope you don’t mind wearing a skirt, thought it’d be easier to get you in them considering you’re too drunk to function. Guess I was right,” he points at the shirt.
Chenle just shrugs, and Jaemin is glad for the compliance. He once tried to do the same to Jisung when he was in a similar situation and he couldn’t hear the end of it for weeks.
The outfit is definitely weird. A pleated skirt that reaches Chenle’s mid-thighs paired with a sweaty graphic tee turned to the wrong side. But it did the job. It’s better to be out on an ugly fit and to be out nearly naked, so he guesses Chenle shouldn’t have much to complain about. And he’s right.
“Can you get up?” Jaemin asks as Chenle just keeps playing with the hem of the skirt without saying anything.
Chenle tries to, but then he slips and falls back on his ass. The moan Chenle lets out is nothing short of profane, and it catches Jaemin off guard. “Shit- are you okay?!” Jaemin asks, rushing to his aid.
“I-I’m fine,” Chenle whines, his knees closing together like one of those anime girls. “G-Guess I can’t get up on my own,” he tries joking to ease the air, but the pained frown on his face does the exact opposite of it.
“Fuck- Let me help you-”
Jaemin secures an arm around Chenle’s waist and uses his own strength to pull him into a standing position. Once he’s up, Jaemin circles his other arm around him to carry him out of the tub. Chenle is like a dead weight, and Jaemin knows that he’ll fall if he tries stainding on his own.
“Try to walk for me, yeah? I’ll be holding you,” Jaemin guides, and Chenle does just like he tells, taking any orders like he accepted that Jaemin is the one in charge. However, each step that Chenle takes comes along with a small whine. “Are you sure you’re not hurt anywhere?”
The blush in Chenle’s cheeks intensifies, and Jaemin can only wonder if it’s only because of the alcohol. “I-I’m fine, really. I just think my legs are numb, but it’ll get better,” Chenle tries explaining, but he doesn’t sound half as convincing as he thinks.
Jaemin just sighs, deciding not to press further into the matter. Chenle has been good this far, if he doesn’t want to tell him if he’s hurt, he’ll just let him be. However, the pace they’re walking is not ideal, and it’d take them ten minutes just to be out of the house, so Jaemin chooses self sacrifice once again and crouches down in front of Chenle. “Get on, I’ll give you a piggyback ride.”
That definitely makes things faster. Jaemin carries Chenle through the house, avoiding every confused look thrown at him and simply ignoring anyone that actually voices their question. Thankfully, there weren’t any encounters with neither the owner of those clothes nor Chenle’s ex, so that’s a win for them.
“So, where do you live?” Jaemin asks after they’re enoughly away from the loud music. Chenle lifts his head from where it’s smudged against Jaemin’s shoulder and looks around.
“Um- I don’t- I don’t remember,” Chenle mumbles, his voice so tiny Jaemin can hear his shame.
“It’s okay. Maybe a friend’s house?” Jaemin tries, not too hopeful about it, and already resigned to his fate.
“Uh- They live at the dorms but- idontthinkicanfacethem,” he rushes through his words, then hides on Jaemin’s shoulder again.
“What? I didn’t catch that, can you repeat that for me?”
Chenle groans. “I can’t face them like this, they told me he’s an asshole and I still kept trying making this work, they’ll just rub it on my face. I’m not ready for that yet.”
Jaemin sighs. “Do you want me to take you to mine?” He asks, the answer quite clear in his head.
“If it’s not too much of a problem…”
“It’s not, I live closeby,” Jaemin mumbles, then starts making the way home.
It’s not the first time this has happened. It probably won’t be the last. And Jaemin wishes he could say he regrets doing it all the time, but the amount of good friends this exact same type of situation got him made everything worth it. Everyone says Jaemin is too good of a person, and that it will be his demise, but he never learns. He just hopes Chenle is not a creep that’ll kill him in his sleep.
The way to Jaemin’s home is peaceful and quiet, except for the moments where he had to shift Chenle’s weight on his back so it wouldn’t hurt too much and got the smallest whimper right on his ear. Which happened every single time, without fail. He worries he’ll have to actually force Chenle to tell him where he’s hurt, it could turn into something bad if it’s not treated properly.
They get to Jaemin’s apartment building around ten minutes after they leave the party. His neighbors are mostly younger people, and they’re already used to seeing this type of scene when it comes to Jaemin, so they don’t even bat their eyes at him as he crosses the lobby and goes into the elevator.
“I’ll put you down, okay? Just hold onto me so you don’t lose balance,” Jaemin says as they get in front of Jaemin’s door. Chenle nods, and Jaemin does as told, rushing to find his keys and open the door. It’s a bit of a struggle since Jaemin is not as sober as he hoped for this kind of situation, but he makes it work.
Chenle already seems a lot better than before, even though he’s blushing quite hard and is clearly awkward to enter a stranger’s house — if they can’t even be considered that after how much they’ve gone through together just today.
Jaemin guides Chenle to his room and helps him settle on the bed, where he’d be more comfortable. It’s endearing how quickly Chenle plops onto the mattress and just stops moving altogether, like he deactivated all of his brain function. He gets it, he paid a lot for that mattress just to have that same exact reaction every time he laid over it. He can’t help the small grin that opens up on his lips. Yeah, this could be a nice friendship, fits the theme of cute boys army he’s got going on.
Since Chenle easily made himself comfortable, Jaemin leaves to fetch him some water and grab a first aid kit — another necessity that comes along with being the mom friend. He takes his time, trying to come up with a plan to make Chenle open up about his injury. Maybe he’ll agree once he finds out Jaemin is a med student? Or maybe now that they’re on an actual safe space he could be more open for it. Jaemin assumes he’s hurt somewhere around his butt, because of that fall from earlier, and it’s understandable that Chenle’s reluctant to let Jaemin know. Well, he just hopes he gets to convince Chenle, he would hate it if Chenle got an infection.
With the water in one hand and the kit on the other, he walks back to his room. And then, as he faces what’s inside his room, he gets it.
There is no injury.
Instead of an injured boy, there’s a filthy little boy in his room. Legs in the air, underwear down to his knees, and a hand fumbling around his asshole, trying to get a grip on a tiny little jewel that Jaemin is most definitely familiar with. He freezes on the doorway, unable to do anything but to stare ahead. He doesn’t move, breathe or say anything, just watches as Chenle manages to secure his fingers around the plug and starts pulling it.
God. It’s larger than what Jaemin expected from someone that looks so pure and innocent and so wronged by life like Chenle. The bulb stretches his rim almost too easily, and he bites down his bottom lip to try and contain the noises, it’s useless, the tiny whimpers are still loud enough for Jaemin to hear, but maybe that’s because he made the mistake of getting back earlier than what Chenle expected. He gives Chenle the benefit of the doubt, that this was all an accident, and that he just wanted to get rid of the thing that was making him uncomfortable before Jaemin got back. So he closes his eyes and walks back into the kitchen as silently as he can.
He sits down by the counter and waits a few more minutes, his head shamelessly replaying the images of Chenle’s rim opening up more and more so the plug he could take it out, and the quick glimpse he got of the quite loose hole after it was finally out. He tries to think of anything else, but his mind is too affected by the alcohol to succeed on that task. Chubbing up inside his pants is inevitable, but at least he manages to will himself to stop at a half-chub.
As he deems the time more than sufficient for Chenle to get himself presentable, Jaemin gets up again — fixes his dick inside his pants so it isn’t as evident — and goes back into his room.
And, well. This is awkward.
Chenle is still in the same way Jaemin left him minutes ago. Except this time Chenle has a clear view of Jaemin, his underwear is now completely discarded and his butt plug is laying right there over Jaemin’s sheets. His legs are still up, and his intimate parts are still visible, and now Chenle has three of his fingers shoved inside his hole.
“I-I’m sorry,” Chenle cries, his cheeks impossibly red and his eyes shiny with tears. “I- I couldn’t take it, I’m sorry,” the tears start falling down, and Jaemin can’t even bring himself to feel angry about this whole situation when Chenle looks this desperate. “I felt so empty. I can’t-”
“Chenle,” Jaemin interrupts, his tone stern and weirdly cold. Such a stark contrast to how he was treating Chenle before. “Did you plan this from the beginning? Did you want to fool a stupid person into bringing you to their house only to get into their pants? Was that it?”
Chenle sucks in a panicked breath, his eyes widening desperately like this hypothesis never even crossed his mind. “No!” He screams, hurrying to get on a proper position and stumbling through it until he managed to at least sit down — not without whining at the loss of his fingers on his ass. “I promise you this is not it, I swear!” He pleads, but Jaemin’s stance doesn’t falter. Jaemin raises one of his eyebrows, like he’s asking for an actual explanation. “Im serious! I was wearing this as a surprise to Mark, he invited me to this party and I was hoping for something more after, but then he dumped me. I wasn’t even remembering about it when you found me, but then I fell on my ass with this inside and it fucking hurt and I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and whenever I shifted I felt it moving around. When you left me here I wanted to take it out so it wouldn’t be as uncomfortable, but I never wore this one before, and it feels so weird to not have it inside. It’s so- so empty. Is that even normal?! I think there’s something wrong with me. But I’m really, really sorry, Jaemin. You weren’t supposed to see that and I wasn’t trying to seduce or anything, I promise. I’ll just- call my friends for them to pick me up downstairs.”
“This doesn’t make any sense,” Jaemin cuts in after Chenle finishes his rambling. “I gave you plenty of time to get dressed properly after I walked in for the first time.”
That makes Chenle go pale. “You- You walked in before?!”
“I did, and if you told me that story then I would’ve believed in it. But now I come in again and you’re offering yourself even more, you can’t blame me for not believing in it. You were literally looking at me with fuck-me-eyes.”
“I- I wasn’t!”
Jaemin squints at him, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Ok, fine!” Chenle deflates on the bed. “I swear none of this was calculated. I really was dumped today and the plug really was for my ex-boyfriend. You can even ask my friends, I’ll give you their number. Everything is true up to the point I took this fucking plug out. It does feel empty, and as much as it wasn’t planned, I was hoping you would fill the void,” Jaemin scoffs. “No, it’s true! I know you think I’m hot. I saw you looking at me when I was getting dressed,” Jaemin immediately opens his mouth to defend himself, but Chenle doesn’t let him. “Save it, I know you were. I’m drunk and I may not remember anything tomorrow, but I’m not stupid. It would just be convenient. I’m hot, you’re hot; I’m heartbroken, and you were probably in the party because you’re single, otherwise you wouldn’t leave with me; my ass is loose and begging for dick and I can see the shape of your dick in your pants from the moment you stepped inside this room. See? Convenient!”
“My di- Hey! This isn’t about me! You’re the one trying to deceive me to get into my pants!” Jaemin flushes bright and covers his crotch with the first-aid kit.
“I’m not! But it’s fucking working!”
“No it’s not!”
“Yes, it is! And you wanna know why I’m sure about this?” Jaemin raises his eyebrow, and Chenle smirks. “Because I’m gonna lay down again, and open my legs like this,” he does exactly as he says. “And you will look at me like that, and your dick is going to twitch inside your pants. and I’m gonna say: Please Jaemin, I need you, please. Fill me up. It feels so empty without you here,” he touches his rim for good measure, spreading the hole open to reveal what exactly Jaemin is missing. The kit in Jaemin’s hand falls to the ground, and Chenle’s smile widens. “And that is going to happen. And you’ll come right here and exchange my fingers with yours.”
And it might be the alcohol speaking — it is definitely the alcohol speaking — because Jaemin goes and does exactly that.
He stops his way to the bed, a stern look on his face, eyes ice cold, jaw locked and eyebrows merged together in anger. Jaemin might be a hostage of his desire, but things will happen on his own terms.
Jaemin leaves the glass with water at the bedside table before climbing into the bed. He positions himself right on top of Chenle, legs and arms on each of Chenle’s sides, trapping him within his reach. Chenle doesn’t say a thing, but there’s still some defiance in the way he holds himself. Jaemin can’t have any of that. He reaches out for Chenle’s face, his touch is gentle at first, but once he gets a good grip all of it is gone, and his blunt nails dig harshly into the reddened skin. “You are such a deceiving little whore,” Jaemin says, applying just enough strength so Chenle’s head presses a little deeper into the mattress. “Thinking you can come into my home and demand things from me, huh? Who the fuck do you think you are?” Jaemin lets go of Chenle’s face with more strength than needed, making his head bounce up and down on the mattress and taking a little grunt out of him. Fear flashes on Chenle’s eyes, and it’s only then that Jaemin’s face opens up into one of those wicked smiles of his, full of pointy teeth like a demon’s. “I’m going to break you, slut.”
“Please,” Chenle begs, his eyes drilling into Jaemin’s, with desperation written all over. Jaemin can imagine how agonizing it must’ve been, going the whole night with that thing inside him but with no chance to relieve himself. But he knows Chenle will be begging to go back to the past once Jaemin is done with him.
Jaemin snorts. “So pathetic. Is that why your boyfriend dumped you?” Chenle gasps, surprised at the sudden jab at a subject that’s so fresh. “I bet he couldn’t take your arrogant little ass. So demanding, acting like someone owes you your pleasure. I’ll teach you a thing or two, Chenle. Maybe this way you’ll be able to keep your next relationship.”
“Um- Jaemin-” Chenle tries intervening for himself, but it’s promptly shut down by a dry hand circling around his dick.
“No. I don’t wanna hear another word from you, get it?” He raises one single eyebrow.
Chenle can only nod in response, both aroused and afraid at once.
There is no stalling with Jaemin. His thumb presses right into Chenle’s slit, rubbing the bead of precum formed there around the head of Chenle’s cock before sliding his hand up and down in a constant rhythm. And everything Jaemin does is a little too much. His grip around Chenle’s cock is a little too tight; the pressure on its head is a little too strong; the speed in which he pumps his hand up and down Chenle’ shaft is a little too fast. It’s easy to get Chenle shifting on the bed and panting with the pace they’re going in.
“So wet,” Jaemin mumbles through the squelching sounds. “Bet you’ve been leaking all night long, hm?” Chenle is far too gone to realize this is actually a question. Jaemin stops moving altogether, his hand still going right at the base of Chenle’s length, tightening his grip even more. “hm?” He presses, one eyebrow raised at Chenle.
“Huh?” The questioning noise slips through Chenle’s lips, and he snaps awake from the daze in an instant. “Y-Yes. I’ve been so wet, ngh-” Jaemin’s hand goes up ever so slowly as Chenle starts talking, and it prompts him to keep going. “The plug- nnh- kept rubbing all the right places and- ah- I could feel myself dripping,” Jaemin seems quite satisfied with what Chenle’s saying, and he quickly gets back to his previous pace as Chenle speaks. “I was so desperate for someone to touch me- mmmmh-” Chenle stops talking as another hand joins Jaemin’s work, holding still at the base as the other one focuses solely on the sensitive head of his cock, twisting around it with skilled practice. “please.”
“You’re so filthy, Chenle,” Jaemin mutters under his breath, his eyes long gone from Chenle’s face and instead focused on the way Chenle’s cock spills out precum like he’s actually cumming. There’s so much of it that Jaemin can’t help but stare at it in amazement, like this is a new scientific discovery.
Chenle’s whole body thrashes on the bed at the harsh, constant stimulation at one of his most sensitive parts, divided between wanting to escape or wanting to surrender to the intense pleasure. Jaemin is relentless, and keeps rubbing just around the head until Chenle’s torso is arching out of the bed. “Close-” Chenle gasps out. “I’m gonna-”
“Not yet,” Jaemin says, cutting Chenle’s sentence short and letting go of his cock so suddenly that it slaps down into the fabric of the skirt, twitching up and down desperately and leaking so much precum into it that it forms a large stain around the head.
“No!” Chenle cries in desperation, thrusting into nothing as if it’d help him get any closer to his orgasm.
“Calm down,” Jaemin orders, his eyebrows merged together in annoyance over Chenle’s fit. “I didn’t tell you before, but I’ll tell you now just once,” his tone is serious, and Chenle tries his best to focus on Jaemin’s words. “I’m not stopping you from coming anymore. But just know that this night is about me. And I won’t stop until I’m satisfied, no matter how many times you come; no matter if your pathetic little cock runs out of cum; not even if you fucking pass out. You’re mine today, Chenle, and I’ll enjoy you thoroughly.” Jaemin’s gaze drills heavily onto Chenle’s eyes, trying to reach past the layer of drunkenness and slight fear and arousal to see if there’s anything in Chenle that’s against any of this happening. “Am I clear?”
Chenle blinks, and for a moment Jaemin can tell he’s legitimately pondering his options. Truth is, Jaemin would stop this right now if Chenle doesn’t want this, but one word of affirmation is everything he needs to let go of any of the restrictions he put onto that side of himself.
There’s a flash of something sharp in Chenle’s eyes, and Jaemin doesn’t have to wait long to know what it is. “Okay,” Chenle says. His voice weirdly steady for someone that just missed an orgasm. “Use me. Make me nothing but a toy for you to play with. Break me apart, please.”
The smile of content that Jaemin lets slip is inevitable. It’s truly been a while since he had a real toy.
But then it vanishes. “Good,” he nods. “Very good,” Jaemin reaches for the hem of Chenle’s shirt, pulling it up. “Off,” he demands, eyes trained into every bit of the pale of Chenle’s skin that he managed to expose this far. “Need to take a good look at my new toy, right? Just to see if it’s worth my time.”
Chenle shudders, moving to get rid of the shirt right away. Jaemin keeps his eyes fixated on the boy’s frame, watching as more and more of Chenle’s body is shown. And it’s such an interesting thing, to be able to see Chenle like this not too long after seeing him almost equally naked at the party. There was no malice in Jaemin’s gaze at the time — maybe a little bit once he moved, but worry took over quickly — but now things change completely, and there’s nothing but malice in Jaemin’s intentions. He wants to ruin Chenle.
Jaemin is a good looking person, he’s aware of that and he prides himself in it, so he’s used to having equally good looking people under his grasp like this. Somehow, Chenle feels different. Maybe it’s the palpable desperation in the way Chenle holds himself; maybe is the fact that he saw Chenle shedding tears a few hours ago and he wants to have them back on his face; perhaps is the fact that Chenle seems to be the most willing person in the world, like he wouldn’t care about how deranged Jaemin can be once he’s in control.
It doesn’t matter. Chenle is nearly naked in front of him, reaching down to get rid of his last piece of clothing. “No,” Jaemin says as Chenle grips on the waistband of the skin, ready to push it down. “Keep it on, make you look like a doll. My pretty sex doll.”
Just watching Chenle in his entirety is not enough. He has to touch it. He needs to hold it close to him, trail his fingers across all the little crevices of Chenle’s body, grasp around all the muscles that are at his disposal, press against all his sensitive spots and watch Chenle surrender into the desperation that sits expectantly behind his eyes.
Jaemin dips down to kiss him. Hungry lips clashing into Chenle’s with no warning. Chenle’s breath hitches as he feels the contact, and it easily evolves into a full blown moan as Jaemin sticks their bodies together. Jaemin has always been a messy kisser, he makes all sorts of noises and expects his pair to do the same. He asserts his dominance right away, holding tight into Chenle’s waist as taking advantage of the moan Chenle releases to breach inside with his tongue. Meanwhile, Jaemin’s whole body dances along with Chenle’s squirms, grinding his crotch onto Chenle’s; holding him closer than ever, chest to chest. Except, while Chenle is nearly naked, Jaemin is still dressed from head to toe, wearing Jeans and one of the shirts with the thickest fabric he owns.
Chenle is sensitive, that’s one thing Jaemin managed to pick up on during their brief time together. He’d be crazy if he didn't explore this particular feature on this toy.
Seeing Chenle’s restlessness, Jaemin decides to turn it up a notch. Without stopping the kiss, Jaemin reaches downwards, detaching his lower body from Chenle’s for just enough time for him to grab the hem of Chenle’s skirt and pull it up, revealing his leaking cock once again. Then, like the devilish menace that he is, he presses down again.
Having a rough fabric like denim rutting against one of his most sensitive parts so quickly might be the most delicious pain Chenle has ever felt, if the way he wails into Jaemin’s mouth is any indication of it. The kiss evolves into less of a kiss and more of Jaemin just licking into Chenle’s perpetually open mouth, and it’s just a little after that that Jaemin stops and pulls back.
“You like that, huh?” Jaemin says as he stops moving his crotch and Chenle keeps grinding into it on his own. “Let’s switch, then.”
It takes a little while for Chenle to get an actual grasp on Jaemin’s request, too lost in the daze to make his brain work properly. He wears a confused look on his face until he’s sitting on Jaemin’s lap. Jaemin pats one of his thighs, flexing its muscles and looking at Chenle with an expectant face, and it’s all it takes for Chenle to truly get it.
Chenle’s knees go on each side of Jaemin’s leg, and he sits on top of it with his leaking erection laying right onto the tense muscle. He looks at Jaemin, then, waiting patiently for his orders.
Jaemin takes a second to just admire the sight in front of him. Chenle sitting on his thigh like a princess, skirt laid so prettily around himself that it looks like it was positioned like that for a photoshoot. He’s shirtless, and the constant squirming and moving around gave him a sheer coat of sweat that gives him a golden glisten under the yellow lights of Jaemin’s room. Chenle’s lips are red and swollen, slightly pink around the edges, which makes Jaemin think just how easy it is to leave a mark on him. His fringe is stuck into his forehead, and his eyes are perpetually hooded, shining with unshed tears of pleasure.
But the one thing that makes Jaemin’s hands twitch with the need to touch are the two pink buds on Chenle’s chest. Chenle’s nipples are puffy and just big enough for Jaemin to get a good grip on them, maybe work them in between his teeth and suck at the sensitive skin. Just the way he likes them.
Jaemin releases a shuddered breath before finally moving. He doesn’t go straight to where he wants to touch the most, instead, he holds at the hem of Chenle’s skirt and rolls it up just until it sits on top of Chenle’s shaft, exposing his leaking tip. Jaemin’s teeth dig into his bottom lip, so hard that he feels the puncture of his sharp canines on the skin.
“You know what I want you to do, don’t you?” Jaemin taunts, releasing the grip of his teeth on his lip and sliding his tongue to clear it of any blood. Chenle nods, reluctantly, and Jaemin’s smile widens like the ones given by a proud owner to his obedient pet. “Then ride me, and don’t stop until I tell you to, okay?”
Chenle nods again, and ground both of his hands on Jaemin’s thigh before giving a single thrust forward. The fabric absorbs most of the inhumane amount of precum he produces, making the glide even drier, and the friction on his cock on the harsh denim makes Chenle’s mind go overwire.
Jaemin’s voice brings him back easily. “Not like that,” Jaemin says, making Chenle snap his eyes back at him. “Sit staight,” Chenle corrects his posture. “Now arms behind your back. I need to see it, doll.”
Chenle does as told, but the position makes things much harder. His cock is too hard, and the way it curves it to his tummy makes it complicated for him to grind it directly into Jaemin’s leg without curving his body or holding it down, but he tries either way, though it ends up with him grinding his balls and part of the underside of his shaft. At least the position saves him from the friction on his head, but the push and pull of the fabric on his foreskin makes the stimulation nearly the same.
Jaemin waits until Chenle is panting and moaning softly to finally get his hands moving. Chenle is too distracted by the painful pleasure to notice two sneaky hands reaching for his nipples, until he feels the touch on both buds at once and jumps.
“Nnngh- no- not there-” Chenle wails, trying to move his body back and escape Jaemin’s hands. However, Jaemin’s grip is relentless, and it only serves to make his case worse. Jaemin pinches Chenle’s nipples tight, and when his body goes back, Jaemin’s hands stay unmoving, pulling more and more on the skin with the distance.
“It’s funny that you think you get a say on where I can or cannot touch,” Jaemin snorts, keeping a devilish grin on his face as he swirls the buds in between his thumb and index fingers
“I- I won’t last,” Chenle whines, rutting even fast against Jaemin’s thigh.
“That’s not my problem, doll. Until I tell you to stop, remember?” Jaemin teases, pinching and pulling on Chenle’s nipples like they’re nothing but fidget toys.
Chenle’s moans grow in pitch, and Jaemin has half a mind to think about his neighbors listening to all of this. But then he remembers he hates his neighbor from upstairs, and the two from either side of his apartment are just as nasty as himself, so he doesn’t truly care about it. Instead, he relishes the noises Chenle releases, wanting more.
It is not enough. Chenle sitting on top of his thigh gives Jaemin a perfect view of his chest, and only touching it is not nearly enough. It is too pale. Chenle is too smooth, too perfect. Jaemin needs to claim him, to leave his mark on his body, so whoever gets a chance with Chenle after him in the next few weeks get a glance on who owned him before.
And this thought fills Jaemin with indescribable rage. Chenle is his. No one else should have him. Jaemin’s eyebrow’s merge together, and his eyes drills into Chenle, as if it was his fault that Jaemin had those thoughts. “Whore,” Jaemin says, one hand releasing the grip on Chenle’s nipple and moving to his waist, instead. Jaemin’s fingers dig into Chenle’s skin harshly, blunt nails leaving crescent marks on it. “Faster, go faster. It’s not enough.”
Chenle accepts the order without complaints, though tears finally go down his cheeks as he does so. Jaemin notices it, and the joy of seeing Chenle cry easily subdues his anger. He can feel the dampness of his pants on the spot Chenle is rutting against, and Jaemin just knows he might be close.
However, like he said before, that is none of his business. Jaemin surrenders to his own desire and dives down on Chenle’s chest with Chenle’s abandoned nipple as his target. He swipes his tongue into it once, then sucks it into his mouth like he’s giving Chenle a hickey.
And that’s all Chenle needed. A scream cuts through the room and that’s all Jaemin needs to know that Chenle just spilled on his leg. Chenle stops abruptly, his body shuddering as his orgasm hits him in full force, and Jaemin needs to detach himself to complain.
“Did I tell you to stop?” Jaemin rages.
“S-Sorry,” Chenle gasps out. Going back to rutting against Jaemin’s thigh is certainly a hard task, each minimal movement has his whore body shaking with the overstimulation, and he can’t bring himself to the same pace as before. Chenle can only do some small thrusts forward, each of them followed by a pained little “ah-” that only gets whinier.
Jaemin seems satisfied enough with that, so he gets back to what he was doing. He sucks Chenle’s nipple back into his mouth, immediately intensifying Chenle’s whimpers. But nothing comes close to the noises Chenle makes once Jaemin’s teeth come into play. One small bite at the erect bud is just enough for Chenle to scream out in desperation, and as Jaemin keeps worrying the bud in between his front teeth, Chenle keeps wailing.
Chenle’s thrusts grow in pace once again, and a chant of “please” escapes his mouth in quick succession.
The pleas seem to get to Jaemin’s heart, and he finally lets go of both of Chenle’s nipples. Constant stimulation made the pale pink of Chenle’s nipples change into a darker red tone, purple lovebites bloom around one of them like a crown of forbidden affection, and they’re both so swollen and sensitive that even the cold air hitting on its skin makes Chenle shiver.
“You can stop now,” Jaemin commands, and Chenle all but collapses on top of him with a grunt.
Jaemin allows him some time to breathe, just enough for him to get himself back on trail, as is obvious Jaemin isn’t nearly done with him. After a moment, Jaemin slides Chenle’s body out of himself and gets up from the bed, ignoring the little confused glance that comes in his way. “I want you on your back once I’m back, okay?” He doesn’t wait for Chenle to respond before disappearing into his closet.
It doesn’t take more than a minute of rummaging through his stuff for him to get what he needed — one of the perks of being an organized human being — and, as he comes back into the room, he’s pleasantly greeted with the sight of Chenle all sprawled out in bed, his eyes closer and his chest still going up and down from the little fun they — or rather, Jaemin — just had.
Jaemin places the box on the bed, the rattling of the myriad of different objects inside of it easily catching Chenle’s attention and making him look towards it. His confusion is clear, but Jaemin doesn’t even try explaining anything to him. Instead, he traps Chenle with an arm on each of his sides, and steals a brief kiss that has Chenle chasing after his lips once they separate.
“Legs up,” Jaemin commands once he’s put a good distance in between himself and Chenle.
Chenle does as told, his feet going up in the and bringing the front of the skirt with it, exposing not only his spent cock that, despite coming not ten minutes ago, is still half hard, but also the puffy little entrance that Chenle was playing with even before all of that.
There’s still lube trailing out of the quite loose hole, and Jaemin can only assume it’s due to the fact that Chenle has never wore a plug that big, like he said, so he wasn’t saving up on it. It is a sight that’s more than attractive. It’s enchanting, watching as Chenle’s hole clenches and unclenches around nothing, making even more lube escape through it and allowing Jaemin to wonder if Chenle is really human. Maybe Chenle is one of those fictional creatures that leak slick through their assholes. It would certainly be convenient.
Well. There’s only one way to find out.
Jaemin doesn’t give Chenle the time to guess what he’s doing. He just gets closer to the leaking hole and laps his tongue against it.
A reaction comes instantly for both of them. Chenle whimpers, his legs closing instinctively as he clenches. While Jaemin just draws back like he just licked a hot spoon, a grimace quickly replacing the pleased smile he’s been holding on his face from the moment he stepped into the room.
“Strawberry,” Jaemin groans, frowning and looking down at his tongue, that sits outside of his mouth like he just tasted the spiciest pepper ever. “That’s disgusting.”
“Huh?” Chenle makes a little confused sound, his legs opening up again so he can take a peek at Jaemin’s face.
“I was going to eat you out,” Jaemin says after the taste fades. “But I really hate fake strawberry flavor.
“Oh, sorry?” Chenle tries, but the slightly annoyed look on Jaemin’s face tells him that he won’t be let off the hook that easily.
“You should be,” Jaemin rolls his eyes. “Now I have to find another use for this gaping hole of yours.”
Jaemin turns to the box by his side, ignoring both the offended noise Chenle lets out and the “It’s not gaping!” He spits out right after that. He fishes out a few devices, three small bullet vibrators that look exactly the same, one of those prostate stimulators, and a small roll of tape he bought specifically for this kind of occasion.
It’s right on Chenle’s face that he understands what’s about to happen, except for the tape, which he frowns at. It doesn’t take long for him to find out, though.
The plan is quite simple. Jaemin wants to break Chenle, and he thinks this is the best way to achieve it, considering how sensitive Chenle is all over — and even more now that he’s just had an orgasm. First, Jaemin shows Chenle what the tape is for. He holds Chenle’s cock by its base, pumping it to full hardness through Chenle’s whines and whimpers; then, he takes the first of the little bullet vibrators and positions it right on that spot under the head of his cock; the tape comes right after that, and Chenle’s startled gasp doesn’t stop Jaemin from circling it around the device and his cock simultaneously. The other two vibrators get in their place just as fast — Jaemin moves like he’s a professional at what he’s doing — and Jaemin quickly secures them on each of Chenle’s nipples, which earn him a few more moans, since they’re definitely still sensitive from Jaemin’s previous abuse. Last, comes the one thing Chenle was already expecting from the moment he saw it on Jaemin’s hands, and Jaemin bends Chenle down even more so he gets a better access to his hole. The fourth vibrator slips through Chenle’s rim with no resistance, and Jaemin clicks his tongue at how easy it was; with just a little bit of prodding inside, Chenle whimpers out a different kind of sound, and the satisfied smile on Jaemin’s face — a direct contrast to the horror and arousal in Chenle’s — shows that he found exactly what he was looking for.
“All set,” Jaemin says, then. He steps away from Chenle one more time, and Chenle’s legs fall down on the mattress. Chenle can’t help but to squirm on the bed, as if trying to escape the cold devices that are quickly literally stuck to him. “Let’s see how you take it, yeah?”
Jaemin fishes out his phone from the pocket of his Jeans, the bulge at the front once again ignored for the time being. He goes into the vibrators’ app, selecting the ones he got on Chenle. He starts light, turning on the ones on his nipples before any of the others, but the reaction Chenle gives seems almost like he’s being drilled right at his prostate. Chenle’s eyes shut closed, his cock bobs up and falls back on his abdomen, and he releases a loud moan. His chest puffs out, and his back arches from the bed, the constant vibrations making it impossible for him to stay still.
The second one to be turned on is the one on Chenle’s dick, and that takes an even filthier reaction from him. Insane amounts of precum ooze from his tip, pooling at the creases of his well constructed abs almost like he’s pissing himself, but the viscosity of the fluid lets jaemin know that this is definitely not the case — though it would definitely be a nice little extra, to have chenle so stimulated that he couldn’t control his bladder, he can’t imagine how humiliating that would be, and that only makes the thought of it better.
Lastly, but definitely not least, Jaemin turns on the prostate stimulator, wasting no time and simply turning it up at the highest speed right away.
Chenle screams. Chenle screams at the top of his lungs, with all his might and strength, a sound so guttural and raw that it nearly breaks Jaemin’s dominant stance and makes him go check on him. But then, as it is cut short and easily replaced by constant, loud, and pleasured moans, Jaemin relaxes again. It doesn’t stop, and Jaemin can watch in amazement as the vibrations get so strong that Chenle can’t stop from shaking his whole body to it, thrusting his hips up into nothing, so close and yet so far from the appix. Chenle’s body moves like it’s being possessed by superior forces; his legs go straight and tense on the bed, shaking hard as his toes curl into the sole of his feet; then, the tense gets released and his other limbs join in on the weird dance.
Jaemin’s eye go shiny as he watches the beautiful scene enroll in front of him, like seeing a man thrashing on his bed was a better entertainment than any kind of movie he’s ever watched.
It’s inevitable for him to reach down on himself, groping the bulge on his pants and rubbing himself through the fabric. Jaemin is literally throbbing inside of it, the pants are so tight that his cock literally hurts, and he doesn’t even know how he managed to keep himself like this for so long. “I want your eyes on me,” Jaemin says, and Chenle opens his eyes just enough so his vision focuses on Jaemin’s figure. There are tears threatening to fall from Chenle’s eyes, and his mouth, if agape, drool leaking from the corners of it. “Need you to see what you’re doing to me,” and Chenle nods eagerly, though his brain is so fried that he can barely understand the words Jaemin’s saying.
Jaemin makes quick work of getting rid of his shirt, and he can catch a glimpse of how Chenle’s half lidded eyes widen just slightly. Jaemin would say he has a healthy body, he’s a med student and he barely has time to breathe, but he made a promise to himself to exercise at least once a day, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to tell his patients to do the same in the future — and he knows quite a lot about all the benefits it brings to his packed student life — so he knows the exact reason behind those eyes going wide, and he relishes in the feeling.
Chenle undivided attention on him — while still shaking like he’s naked in Antarctica — has Jaemin gleaming with self-pride, even flexing his muscles a little just to show off. His pants go down next, and just seeing him in his underwear is enough to know exactly how affected he is by this all. For one, he’s wearing white boxers, and he’s so wet that the fabric is transparent enough to make his cock head very visible, and he’s so fucking aroused and desperate for his release that it is a nearly purple color, unlike his usual darker pink. He steps out of his pants without releasing his grip around his erection, only doing so when it’s time for the last piece of clothing to go down as well.
His cock flops out of his boxers in all its glory, hard as a rock and curving upwards to his abdomen. It’s an average dick at best, not too big, not too girthy, just the perfect size to make someone feel good without hurting them in the slightest. Jaemin’s hand wraps comfortably around it, and Jaemin finally releases the aroused grunt he’s been holding back from the start.
Jaemin rubs himself up and down slowly, just savoring being touched instead of actually trying to finish himself — he has other plans for that. His eyes shift from his own erection to Chenle’s hungry ones. “You want it?” Jaemin asks, noticing that Chenle simply cannot look away from his hand on his cock. Another fit of eager nods comes in response, and Jaemin smiles. “Where do you want it?” Chenle’s eyebrows merge together, as if he’s wracking his mind in search of words. He opens his mouth and closes it repeatedly as nothing but grunts and moans comes out. “Use your words, doll, otherwise I won’t give it to you. You’ll have to just watch from there as I satisfy myself.”
Chenle keeps trying to talk, but lone letters and syllables are the only things he manages to put out. Jaemin sighs in disappointment, letting go of his shaft in order to search for something on the forgotten box on the bed. He gets a flashlight out of it, a toy he’s not too familiar with using but should do the job. Jaemin turns the toy’s opening in Chenle’s direction, one of his eyebrows going up along with the corner of his lips.
“This could be you,” Jaemin taunts, bringing the toy down and lining his cock with it without even using lube — he’s always loved the slight pain that comes with masturbating dry. He fucks into it slowly, his eyes closing briefly as the soft insides of the toy surround his shaft. A continuous, breathy sound slips through his lips as he slides into it, until it hits his pubic bone and the sound is cut by a low grunt. “So tight,” Jaemin mumbles, eyes still closed as he imagines this is Chenle instead. “I bet it’s so much better than your loose, used hole,” he thrusts into it, and the sound of a hiccup makes him open his eyes.
On the bed, there’s a strain of tears falling down Chenle’s face, and the first hiccup was only the start of a succession of sobs that echoes through the room. “P-please,” Chenle manages to say, and Jaemin perks up at that, all of his attention on Chenle’s next words. “I- I need you,” he whimpers, then moves a shaky hand downwards on himself, until he’s touching his stretched rim. “Here,” his voice trembles, but he keeps going, “in my hole. Need your cock in my hole.”
“Fuck-” Jaemin breaks character for a moment, but he bites down onto his bottom lip, keeping any undesired noises hidden. He clears his throat, though the shakiness of it is evident even for Chenle. “That- That wasn’t hard, was it, doll?”
Chenle only manages to shake his head, this time, but it’s enough for Jaemin. He can’t hold himself back for much longer, but he’ll try savoring these last few moments however he can.
“Let’s make a deal,” Jaemin says, and Chenle looks at him like he’s being hypnotized by his eyes. “I’ll fuck you If you last another fifteen more minutes without coming, how about that?”
Chenle grunts out in complaint, unable to say anything other than a short “can’t,” that has Jaemin raising one of his eyebrows.
“So you don’t want it, then?” Jaemin presses, and goes back to fucking the toy slowly. “Guess I’ll just help myself out, then.”
“N-No!” Chenle yelps. “Can- try-”
“Mmh. Good,” Jaemin nods, pleased. “Let’s see how good of a toy you are.”
Jaemin sets an alarm on his phone for fifteen minutes and goes back to just watching as Chenle trembles on the bed. Chenle’s cock twitches incessantly, and Jaemin can see by the way his stomach coils that he won’t last long. It’s a fun little game, to watch someone be so intent on keeping himself from feeling the blissful feeling of an orgasm while being tortured by all sides like this. Chenle’s noises keep getting louder, and Jaemin can’t hold himself back for long, either. It’s surprising how much he’s last with his dick shoved into that toy without moving, but as he watches Chenle with so little control over his body, Jaemin allows himself some slack as well. Jaemin knows he can’t come either, he made a deal and he wouldn’t be able to keep going with it after an orgasm — which is ironic considering what he’s doing to poor Chenle over there.
Sobs fill out the room alongside the filthy noises, and Jaemin almost pities Chenle, but the wicked part of his brain remains as the dominant one. “Please, please, please, please,” Chenle chants, and Jaemin doubts he even knows what he’s begging for.
Neither of them can really tell how much time has passed, both too engrossed in their own pleasure to truly focus on the clock, but the feeling is mutual about how seemingly slow its going. Jaemin wants more than anything to feel the true heat of a Chenle’s hole, his cock has been begging for it from the moment he’s saw the bulb of that plug stretching out Chenle’s rim. Jaemin wants to bury himself so deep inside Chenle that he’ll be able to feel it on his tummy; he wants to fill him up with his cum and watch it as it trails down his taint, sliding through his balls and dripping into the bed; he wants to bite down Chenle neck and claim Chenle as his for the eternity, his little fucktoy, only there to provide him pleasure.
It feels like hours passed, and Jaemin can see Chenle’s resolution melting down with the sweat that trails across his face, matting his hair to his forehead. Chenle is truly shining. His whole body is tainted a pink tone and the beads of sweat all over his body decorate him like he’s encrusted in stone.
Jaemin needs to have him, urgently. Jaemin can feel as control seeps through his bones. He’s so close he can’t even stop himself from fucking into the toy like it’s the person he can’t take his eyes off of, earnest and full of need. He can’t hold himself back.
Thankfully, neither can Chenle.
Jaemin hears before he sees it. Another sharp yell cuts through the air and Jaemin’s eyes snap open in his direction. Chenle’s back is a perfect arch, and the long strings of his ecstasy shoot all over himself, painting his chest, neck, face and even his hair a pearly white. Jaemin doesn’t understand how someone can have so much cum inside themselves, to be able to shoot out even more and even harder than the first time. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters, really.
Chenle shakes so much it’s like he’s convulsing, his eyes are rolled all the way, and he simply can’t stop screaming and crying. The vibrations don’t stop, and Chenle just keeps going.
Words escape Jaemin’s mouth before he even has time to police them. “You did so good, baby,” he says, going completely against the character he so carefully constructed. His cock is free from the tight confines of the fleshlight, and Jaemin doesn’t even notice he’s stepping in Chenle’s direction. “It’s such a shame you didn’t last the fifteen minutes,” Chenle whines, and Jaemin shushes him. “It’s okay, you earned it, honey, you did,” Jaemin holds at the base of Chenle’s thighs, bending them up again, even as he shakes through the last reminiscent of his high. Nimble fingers make quick work of pulling out the vibrator from Chenle’s ass, and the boy groans loudly at the sudden emptiness, closing his legs as if trying to get rid of the feeling.
There’s a fog in Jaemin’s brain keeping him from any cohesive thought. He can’t think straight. He can’t do anything right. His only goal, is fucking Chenle’s hole. Jaemin can’t even aim properly, shaky hands holding at the base of his cock and pushing in with no warning, his eyes drilling into Chenle’s contorted face.
Chenle’s asshole might be the most different one he’s ever fucked, for some reason. It doesn’t feel like it at all. It’s wet, but the glide feels weird; the walls are smooth, and they don't feel as velvety; and the pressure around on his cock definitely feels less intense, like Chenle’s insides are- plump?
Jaemin’s eyes moves down, and everything makes sense. Laughter cuts through the filthy wet noises. “God, I’ve been fucking your thighs,” he keeps going, though, like there’s nothing wrong. “It’s still so tight, god,” he presses them even closer, fucking into the small gap like a madman. “Bet it’s better than your hole, hm? You like it?” Chenle whines, and Jaemin can tell just by the intonation of it that it’s not in agreement. “Sorry, I promise you I’d fuck you there, right? My cock in your hole,” he gasps out, then slides out from the gap in between Chenle’s supple thighs. “I’ll give it to you, baby. Gonna fill you up so, so good.”
In normal circumstances, Jaemin would never do it like this, but he lets some saliva gather on his tongue and spits it all on his hand. He coats his cock with his own spit before lining himself up with Chenle’s entrance, this time keeping his eyes focused on it so it goes exactly where it needs to be.
There’s no self control left in either of them. Jaemin slams his cock deep into Chenle in one go, and he doesn’t even see as Chenle’s body goes entirely limp on his hold as soon as he’s filled to the hilt. There’s nothing in Jaemin’s mind other than chasing his own high, so the sudden silence doesn’t bother him at all.
Jaemin’s own desperate noises fill in the blank, and thrusts into Chenle’s heart with a kind of intent that is unfamiliar even for himself. He feels like a feral beast, jabbing into Chenle like nothing else in his life matters. His eyes are hazy, and he can’t discern a single shape that’s in front of him. He might be crying. He doesn’t know. Jaemin just whimpers like some cheap bitch as he fucks Chenle like it’s a toy.
Static sounds loudly in Jaemin's ears, and he feels like he’s lost it. He knows his hands are dug into the plump of Chenle’s thighs, but he can’t feel it, he doesn’t know how hard he’s holding, doesn’t know how fast he’s moving, doesn’t know how loud are his noises. All he knows is the complete whiteness that envelops him, all he knows is how to surrender into the complete blank.
One last resounding slap of his balls against Chenle’s ass is all Jaemin hears before he’s spilling everything inside of him. He releases his cum all over Chenle’s inner walls in strong shoots, unable to even properly ride the high out and simply staying there, unmoving and buried to the hilt as his orgasms wrecks him completely.
For a moment, Jaemin is reduced to nothing but the pulsations of his cock. His body doesn’t respond to him anymore, and he all but collapses on top of Chenle like a dead weight, unable to even produce a sound.
Minutes later, Jaemin opens his eyes, and for a second, he thinks everything was nothing more than a dream. He peels himself off of the limp body under him and takes a good look at Chenle.
Chenle is not moving. And Jaemin moves into a standing position so fast he gets hit with vertigo. Jaemin’s eyes grow wide like saucers at the size of an unresponsive Chenle, and he thought that he might’ve killed him with too much stimulation crosses his mind — It’s possible! He’s a med student!
He didn’t, of course. But Chenle quite literally passed out while Jaemin was fucking him. Jaemin doesn’t know if he feels guilty or proud of himself.
•••
Chenle peels his eyes open after what feels like both the best and worst nap he’s ever had. His body is screaming in pain, and his brain isn’t working well enough for him to remember exactly what happened before he slept. He looks around as he realizes he’s in a strange place that he’s never been to before. It doesn't take a genius to find out he’s in a bathroom, and that knowledge triggers a memory of him crying in a bathtub. He’s in a bathtub. Maybe he fell asleep there? Having something somewhat concrete to hold onto helps him relax, and he lays back against the plump surface that was holding him before.
Wait. Plump? Holding him?
Chenle jumps awake again, water spilling through the border of the bathtub as he turns around to face this stranger.
“Hi,” A warm smile greets him, and then a rush of memories comes into him at once.
This is not a stranger — kind of? — this is Jaemin. Both his savior and his ruin. The madman that destroyed every ounce of his body, the one reason as to why he’s so sore right now. He looks down to the rest of his body, finding that he is, in fact, still naked, and that Jaemin is, as well. Thankfully, there’s no more devices stuck to his body, but the evidence of it is right there on his chest, with the last reminiscent of the glue of the tape and the fact that his nipples are huge.
“I’m sorry,” Jaemin mumbles sheepishly, and Chenle turns around again to see him with his face down. “I promise I didn’t notice that you passed out. I would’ve stopped if I did.”
Chenle frowns. He tries to speak, but the only thing that comes out is a cough. He clears his throat and tries again. “You- You fucked me while I was blacked out?” Chenle asks, his voice hoarse and almost entirely gone. Jaemin’s face goes bright red at that, and Chenle can see clearly as it spreads down his neck and chest. Jaemin just nods, clearly guilty. Cute. “That’s hot,” Chenle says, a small grin opening easily.
Jaemin’s head snaps up, his eyes wide and full with surprise. “You’re not mad? This is kind of assault, and I didn’t even use a condom, to make it worse. I’d understand it if you hand me over to the police.”
Chenle grimaces, his head tilting to the side in aggressive confusion. “Why are you being so dramatic, I let you stick a vibrator to my dick and my chest. Look at my nipples, they’re fucking huge. I won’t be able to wear a shirt without getting half hard on my pants for days. That’s fucking hot, dude!” Chenle exclaims enthusiastically. “And I’m clean! Are you?” Jaemin nods right away. “See? Nothing to worry about, we’re fine.”
“You’re insane,” Jaemin mumbles. And Chenle scoffs.
“I’m insane?!” He asks back in disbelief.
Jaemin snorts. “You got a point. We’re both insane, then.”
“And you’re a lot more than I am,” Chenle points out, falling back onto Jaemin’s chest and snuggling closer to him.
“And I’m definitely a lot more than you are.” Jaemin accepts it easily. He leaves a small kiss on Chenle's shoulders, his breath fanning over Chenle’s skin and making him shiver. “You’re amazing.”
“Thanks,” Chenle releases a sigh of contempt. “You’re amazing too.”
They stay like that for a moment, just snuggled together in the bathtub after the most amazing sex they both had in their whole lives, basking in each others’ warmth as if they’ve known each other for ages. Once the water starts getting cold, Jaemin gets to actually getting them both clean. Chenle tries to help, but it’s fruitless. “You’ve done enough today, sweetheart. Let me take care of you, okay?” Chenle agrees easily, as there’s nothing more romantic than allowing someone to bathe you, and Chenle has always been a hopeless romantic.
As Jaemin’s gentle hands skim through his body, Chenle allows himself to think. He could get used to this. He knows he just broke up with someone else, but being with Mark never felt as satisfying as being with Jaemin. He felt seen and understood the whole time he was with Jaemin, and he doesn’t want to let go of that feeling. Maybe they could try something after Chenle actually gets over Mark — although they’ve already skipped a whole lot of steps, he still doesn’t want to be the kind of asshole that uses someone else as a rebound.
But then his mind stops for a brief second, and a moan slips through his lips unconsciously. Jaemin is scrubbing at his chest, and it hurts so good that Chenle can’t help himself.
“Sorry,” Jaemin mumbles right into Chenle’s ear, and after one last scrub he moves to another place.
“It’s okay,” Chenle gasps out and tries focusing back on his thoughts. He can’t, at least not the thoughts he was having before. “So-” Chenle starts, and jaemin perks up at it. “You fucked me while I was passed out?”
Jaemin blushes, but he nods. “Yes, I did.”
“That’s hot,” Chenle repeats the same thing he said before, but this time he keeps going. “How was it?”
“Uh- I don’t know, I was kinda blacked out too. I guess my body was moving on it’s own until I came,” Jaemin mumbles, his hands stopping its work on Chenle’s body and fumbling together.
“Oh, you came inside me?” Chenle asks, suddenly too interested in it.
“Um- Yeah? Should I have not?”
“No, no! It’s hot,” Chenle reassures.
A brief moment of silence follows after that, Jaemin still keeps his hands away from Chenle, aware that Chenle is still not done with his interrogation. Chenle definitely misses it. It’s Chenle that breaks the silence again. “You know…” He starts, and Jaemin hums in response. “It’s a bit unfair, you know? Like, if you think about it, you didn’t really keep your promise,” he ponders.
“What do you mean?”
“You know, you said you’d fuck me like I wanted, but I wasn’t really awake during it, so I don’t think it counts,” Chenle bites his lip in anticipation, his heart thrumming inside his chest.
“What are you even saying, Chenle?” Jaemin says. Chenle can hear his smile, and it makes his inside churn with excitement.
“I’m saying that maybe we should do it again, you know?” He finally lays it all out and turns around to watch Jaemin’s reaction..
Jaemin snorts, shaking his head in amusement. “Chenle, you just had two orgasms in which you were overstimulated in both of them. You literally passed out. And you still has it in you to fuck again?”
“Yes?” He says, hopeful.
“You’re insane,” Jaemin cackles.
“I know, we’ve been through this, and you’re more than me because you’re definitely gonna do it,” Chenle can barely contain his smile.
“Yeah… You’re right.”