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If there’s one thing Renjun admires about his senior, it is that he is calm, collected, and unflappable even in the face of difficult issues or situations. He’s always stone-faced, cool, and nothing ever seems to startle him; this is the kind of slightly intimidating professionalism Renjun always tries to emulate in the office.
So when the bedroom door closes behind them and Renjun starts pulling out his toys from the locked box in his wardrobe, he’s shocked to turn around and see the utter embarrassment coloring Jaehyun’s face.
“Hyung? Is everything okay?” He asks, placing another butt plug on the nightstand.
“Ahem– Um,” Jaehyun stutters, something Renjun had never heard before, his hand surreptitiously covering his face as the blush deepens. “Y-Yeah, I’m just… surprised, I guess.”
He stands in the corner of Renjun’s room, awkwardness rolling off of him in waves – shoulders tense, words strained – a complete contrast to Doyoung and his air of confidence. Suddenly, it's obvious who’s idea this was.
“Err–” Jaehyun’s awkwardness is making Renjun feel awkward too – it’s infectious. “Well, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I don’t really care.”
“No, no,” Jaehyun smiles, but it’s the nervous smile of a scared man. “I’m not sure Doyoung would be happy to hear I chickened out after I agreed. And I’m – you know, a little curious… I mean, I don’t know what half of this stuff does.”
Gingerly, he picks up an interestingly shaped vibrator with two fingers; Renjun’s eyebrows climb higher on his forehead as he watches Jaehyun inspect it like it might somehow grow fangs and bite him.
Earlier, before this: Doyoung had sat down next to him at that awkward company dinner and rubbed his forehead. “Help me out," he'd said. "Jaehyun--we--can be very safe at times. I just--I want to try new things without feeling like I'm pressuring him into anything."
Renjun could certainly see what he meant now.
“That,” he says as he plucks the pink gadget out of Jaehyun’s fingers, “you put up your butt, hyung. As with most of the other stuff here.”
Jaehyun’s Adams apple bobs.
“Oh, do you– I mean I guess if you usually are the one doing the fucking you wouldn’t have that much experience with that.” It makes sense, some people prefer to do the dicking and not the other way around… other people, like himself…
“No, I–” Jaehyun coughs, and his hand flies to his face again, as if to create a barrier, any barrier between himself and the situation before him.
“I– I usually am– underneath,” he squeaks out.
For the second time in ten minutes, Renjun’s eyebrows shoot up. Of course. Doyoung is much more forthcoming than Jaehyun anyways, how could he have assumed Jaehyun topped? A gay man stereotyping other gay men, Renjun should be ashamed of himself.
“But you haven’t… had anything stuffed in your ass other than Doyoung-hyung’s dick?”
Jaehyun shakes his head, seemingly too embarrassed to speak.
“Interesting…”
There’s another awkward pause. Okay well, clearly Jaehyun isn’t going to be making any moves, so it looks like Renjun will have to lead.
“Okay, then let’s get this started.”
He picks up a bottle of lube, tosses it and the butt plug onto the blankets, and starts unbuttoning his shirt. The shuffling of clothing is uncomfortable, sure, but it’s better than the silent vow Jaehyun seems to be intent on keeping now. Jaehyun’s eyes track his movements, and when Renjun pulls the T-shirt over his head, exposing his midriff, the man’s eyes flick away, and then back, and then away again. When his pants come off, Jaehyun literally coughs again.
Renjun sighs. “Hyung? Am I just going to do a striptease here or are we going to actually do something today?”
“Oh- oh yeah I just–”
Enough is enough. Renjun grabs him by the necktie, and pulls him down, until they are face to face. He is starting to get it now; this is the same way Jeno was when they first started dating, all nervous motions and inexperience, so maybe Jaehyun is the same way…
His breath is hot against Jaehyun’s ear.
“Take off your clothes, right now.” He hears Jaehyun exhale. “Hyung.”
---
“Are you sure I have to wear this?” Jeno says. He runs a hand over the smooth fabric, eyeing the length of the skirt and wondering how it’ll fit on him. “What if it doesn’t fit, or it doesn’t look good? I mean--”
Doyoung tsks. “With a handsome boy like you?” He rests a hand on Jeno’s bicep, kneading hard at the muscle there. “I’m sure you’ll look fine.”
“If hyung’s sure--” Jeno says, hesitant but already taking the maid dress off the hanger. He’s here to learn after all, and if there’s one thing Jeno has always been, it’s a fantastic student. He unbuttons the back of the dress, shuffling as he tries to get out of his pants.
“Domestic chores are just like anything else, Jeno,” Doyoung says, sounding more like he’s lecturing interns on basic Excel functions than watching him strip. “You have to dress to match what you’re doing. You show up to work in a suit to look and feel the part. This shouldn’t be any different.”
“I guess so,” Jeno says. He steps awkwardly into the dress, conscious of the way the fabric pools around his legs. He pulls it up, bunched around his waist, unwilling to test how stretchy it is. This might have been Renjun and Doyoung’s idea, but he doesn’t want to test the boundaries of their agreement by accidentally ripping something.
Doyoung makes a clicking noise, guiding his arms gently out and into the looped straps. He fusses with them, making sure they’re settled and centered on his shoulders. He seems to have decided without asking that Jeno needs his help, not that Jeno is particularly opposed to the way Doyoung grips at his torso to hold him in place, or the long stare of appreciation he gives when he buttons the back of the dress up.
He finishes off by tying an apron around Jeno’s waist--this one plain and embroidered with cartoons. It looks more like something that’s actually been worn, rather than part of an ensemble costume set. “Every good maid needs an apron,” Doyoung says. “It prevents you from getting spills all over yourself.”
"Of course, hyung," Jeno agrees readily. It all sounds very practical to him. But then, Doyoung has a relentless way of explaining things that makes even maid costumes sound practical.
"Make sure you're comfortable," is Doyoung's last warning before he pushes him gently out of the closet. "Cooking is as much about efficiency as it is taste, and you have to be up too the task."
---
“ Fuck! ” Tears spill from his eyes, rolling down his burning cheeks and soaking into Renjun’s sheet. He grips the pillow in his arms tighter, the tiny bit of comfort Renjun allowed him before shoving what felt like a whole lemon up his asshole. It hadn’t looked that big outside of his body, but Jaehyun was wholly unprepared for the pain he’d be going through this afternoon.
“Come on, is that all you can take? Seriously?”
He’d learned something about Renjun today: just because the man is soft-spoken and incredibly professional at work does not mean anything in the bedroom. Renjun had been deferential at first, asking questions and being nice, but as soon as he had noticed – to Jaehyun’s chagrin – the way he’d tented when he ordered him to take his clothes off, it was like flipping a switch. Suddenly, Renjun became a totally different person.
“Don’t be such a fucking crybaby. God, how does Doyoung deal with this?”
The honorifics dropped, the respectful questions disappeared, and three fingers sunk into Jaehyun at once, causing his eyes to water and his back to arch. Now, he’s getting stretched open, the pink buttplug from before trying to squeeze into his hole.
It feels massive, his body fighting the urge to spit it out, and him fighting his body in an attempt to relax, all the while Renjun’s hand forcefully pinning him against the mattress. Everything is slippery, more than it’d ever been with Doyoung, and Jaehyun does not like the feeling of oiliness coating his entire lower half. The plug just keeps going, Renjun keeps pushing, and Jaehyun is this close to tapping out and calling Doyoung–
“Almost there… Ha! Got it!”
The rest of the plug slides into Jaehyun’s body, and he shudders, sobbing at the feeling of it invading his insides. His body instinctively clenches, and the solid plastic of the toy sends another shudder up his spine – he bites down on the pillow, trying his best to stop more moans from escaping.
He looks pathetic, he knows. He’s never been this embarrassed in his life, his face burns, his ass burns, his dick throbs, the single betrayal of his suffering.
“Wow… come on, was it really that bad? Please stop crying, you’re making me feel bad.” Renjun watches him, lips pinched together, hands rubbing at his thighs in an effort to soothe the discomfort in some way. Unlike him, Renjun seems completely comfortable, despite both of them stripped completely naked on his bed. “Can I… do something to make you feel better?”
God, it’s so pathetic, but Jaehyun blinks tears from his eyes and mutters into the pillow, “...I want Doyoung…”
“Well, he isn’t here. So is there anything else I can do? Do you want me to–” His hand makes contact with Jaehyun’s neglected dick, and Jaehyun jerks, causing the plug to jostle uncomfortably inside of him.
“Okay… so not that. You are doing good, for your first time.”
Jaehyun relaxes a little bit, evening out his breathing with some effort.
“Oh? You like praise?” Renjun moves to rub comforting circles on his abs. “You look very pretty like this, you know… and you’re pretty cut.”
“Mmf,” is Jaehyun’s only response, loosening his death grip on the pillow. His ass is starting to feel better now, the muscle easing against the plug, accepting its presence. He wiggles experimentally, beginning to enjoy the pressure from it, pressing against his insides.
“That’s right, that’s a good boy.” Renjun braces his hands against Jaehyun’s sides, leaning over to peck a kiss against his collarbone, then another one on his cheek. “You’re doing great, hyung.”
“It f-feels better,” Jaehyun murmurs. Another kiss, light against his temple, sweet and caring. He leans into it a little, and feels something hard in Renjun’s braced hand. “What are you holding?”
Renjun stops massaging his scalp, holding up his other hand.
“A remote.”
“A… remote?”
Renjun’s thumb hovers over the controls, before flicking the dial to the number 2. The butt plug immediately vibrates to life.
“Hggnnn–!” Jaehyun thrashes, the buzz of the toy suddenly bringing to his attention that it’s right there , snug against his prostate, attacking it way too well – his arms seize, veins bulging, around the poor pillow, but it’s too much. Tears he had just managed to stop now rush back to his eyes and he groans, body heaving.
“You look pretty! Fighting, Jaehyun, let’s just turn this up another notch…” Renjun’s words sound less like praise now and more like mockery, and Jaehyun whines, high and pathetic, as he feels the vibration increase to a frantic pace, massaging hard and fast against that sweet spot. It’s so much– too much–
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Renjun pick up a second toy.
“So good… I have so many toys, Jaehyunie, don't you wanna test another one?” He selects something like a wand, clicks a button, and Jaehyun’s eyes widen in horror as that one begins to make noise too. Renjun smiles a sadistic smile.
Oh no. Why would Doyoung do this to him? Renjun smiles, sadistic, his delicate hands that usually speed across a keyboard now tapping insistently down the inside of Jaehyun’s thigh, making him twitch. Doyoung must’ve known this kid is crazy, he must’ve–
“Doyoung… Doyoung!” The words slip from Jaehyun’s lips as the buzzing wand edges closer and closer to his groin. “Doie–”
“Ha! He’s going to love hearing about this!” Renjun laughs gleefully, his fingers tightening on Jaehyun’s skin. “Now come here…”
The vibrator makes contact with Jaehyun’s balls and he sees stars.
---
“Hyung,” Jeno says, eyes wide. “What am I supposed to do?”
Doyoung sighs. It’s mostly for show anyway, as it breaks easily into an indulgent smile. He’s always liked playing reliable, knowledgeable senior too much to not cave. “Turn the fire down first,” he says. “Or your pot’s going to boil over.”
“Oh right, right,” Jeno says, immediately springing into action as he dials the stove down. The skirt of his maid costume, just slightly too small for him, rides up as he leans over to grab the cutting board. The little ribbons tied around his thigh smile at him just as prettily, and Doyoung has the urge to give him a pat on the head.
“Is it time to add the potatoes yet?”
Doyoung eyes the accumulated piles of vegetables, diced into small, neat cubes. It had taken them an hour to finish, because Jeno had insisted on cutting them one stalk at a time. “Whichever one cooks the slowest,” he says, prompting.
“The potatoes then,” Jeno says determinedly. The bow on his head twitches as he nods his head, and for his student’s hard work and dedication Doyoung rewards him with an actual pat on the head this time, pinching both the black satin and hair between his fingers and rubbing it.
Jeno smiles up at him, leaning into it slightly as his eyes curve, and for a moment Doyoung is struck with the memory of Jaehyun, turning around as he loads the dishes into the washer, dimples digging his cheeks as he demands praise for his efforts.
It passes, and Doyoung is left with the urge to squeeze Jeno until he explodes. “You’re so cute, ” he says, playing with the ruffles lining the boy’s skirt and smiling when he only barely twitches. “You and Renjun better take good care of each other.”
“Yes, hyung,” Jeno says dutifully. He smiles bashfully, as he always does when Doyoung mentions Renjun. “Am I allowed to put the lid back on?”
“Did you remember to add the spices and seasonings?”
“Of course,” Jeno beams, offering a spoonful of broth to Doyoung to try.
Doyoung takes a sip. The perfectionist inside him winces a bit--it’s a little too overseasoned, but passable. More than passable, the cute pet-adopting side of his brain supplies. He gives Jeno another pat on the head.
“It’s good,” he says. “You’re making good progress.”
“Should I show hyung the progress I made in other areas?” Jeno says. The head tilt is all faux innocence, smiling eyes back in full force. The bow on his head slips, falls slightly crooked.
Doyoung frowns, pulling it up for him.
“Needy boy,” he scolds. “Finish cooking your soup first.”
“Of course, hyung,” Jeno says. He adjusts the straps on his shoulders, pausing for a brief second to play with the lace. “Please guide me well.”
---
As soon as he sees Renjun, Jeno’s face curves itself into a broad smile. He stands, arms outstretched like he wants to hug in the middle of a restaurant busy with dinner rush, then catches sight of Renjun’s exasperated expression and simply scoots over to make room for him in the booth.
“Missed you,” Jeno says, wrapping an arm around Renjun as he slides into the booth. Renjun smiles, patting the hand on his shoulder and leaning into it. The thing Renjun likes most about Jeno has always been how nice he is to lean on--how comforting a simple gesture like that is.
“Me too,” he admits readily. “Did you have a good time?”
Jeno nods, beaming. He leans in further, until Doyoung gives a quiet cough from across the table. Their waiter, only slightly taken aback, carefully sets their drinks and menus down and leaves.
Doyoung coughs again.
Next to him, Jaehyun’s face is doing such an impressive approximation of a professional looking sulk that Renjun almost spares him. He catches Renjun’s eye, then looks away and grabs a drink. He’d been like this on the car ride over too, neck rigid and eyes glaring straight on at the road, as if doing so could erase the thousand thoroughly embarrassing photos saved in his camera roll.
Renjun scoffs. “Jaehyun,” he says, when the other man is mid-sip. “Did you have a good time?”
Jaehyun looks at him like he’d just insulted five generations of his family. The wince on his face is less obvious, if Renjun hadn’t spent so much time studying his reactions to calculate the exact amount of suffering he was legally allowed to inflict on a company senior.
“Sure,” Jaehyun manages. He smiles, painful. Renjun returns the gesture, grinning up at him over the rim of his own glass.
Doyoung frowns down at Jaehyun, where he’s now unsubtly trying to get a hold of Doyoung’s arm for some form of moral support. Then back at Renjun, eyebrow raised.
“So what exactly did you do to him?”
---
“And then Jaehyun-ssi started crying, like two inches in, and I hadn’t even turned it on. I didn’t know what to do, Jeno, I almost laughed out loud,” Renjun pats excitedly at Jeno’s broad shoulders, one leg crossed over his lap. “But of course I didn't, he's my boss.”
“So what’s this I hear about you being a meanie?” Jeno coos, pulling his boyfriend closer.
“Oh that… I didn’t laugh at him, although I may have called him a pathetic whore…”
Snuggling closer, Jeno giggles into Renjun’s ear, murmuring, “You don’t even call me that!”
“Now why would I, puppy, when you take it all so well?” Absent-mindedly, Renjun’s hands play at the fringe of the maid costume, fiddling with the ruffles. “Did Doyoung-ssi treat my baby well?”
Jeno’s breath is hot on his neck, and he walks his fingers up the exposed length of thigh – the skirt starts to climb.
“Yes sir,” Jeno whispers. “He brought me lots of pretty gifts, including…”
Renjun’s finger stills as it touches lace.
“...that…”
He flips up the skirt – exposing the bright pink lace panties stretched precariously – Jeno takes advantage of the moment to plant a delicate kiss on his neck.
“Remind me to send Doyoung-ssi a bottle of wine later, puppy. Now come here.”