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Jeno liked to think that he and Jaemin wouldn’t have lasted this long if it weren’t for Jaemin’s caring nature and patience. After all, Jeno is a man who loves to be spoiled and indulged, but has trouble expressing his wants. His needs.
Jaemin was just the man for him—loved to love and had no trouble in expressing his wants and needs and most of the time, his wants are to spoil Jeno.
It wasn’t easy to tread between Jaemin’s over-affection and Jeno’s stubborn independence, but they made it work. They make it work.
Jeno believes it was because of Jaemin’s patience (but Jaemin would argue it was because of Jeno’s steady efforts to be more open and vulnerable with him) that they made it this far. But now, Jeno wondered why that same patience seemed to be thinning the longer Jeno put his fingers into his mouth and pressed.
“Jeno.” Jaemin grimaced from the driver’s seat. “That’s unsanitary.”
Right. So. Jeno had gotten retainers. The dentist told him he’ll need to maintain all the work the braces had done for his teeth. Eat and sleep with them on if you can, clean them thoroughly, and come back again 6 months after for a check-up. Just wear them as much as you can, is what Jeno had understood during his entire conversation with his dentist. So they required less maintenance: no need to floss around metal bands anymore, worry about what he was eating that could potentially break his brackets, or even think about changing the rubber between his upper and lower teeth after every meal. He wouldn’t need to visit every month either and spend a good portion of his allowance after each visit, sometimes even more if he lost a bracket and they’d need to attach a new one—during that time, he would feel both pain from his wallet and his teeth.
It took him 2 years, but the worst part was finally done and over. Or so Jeno thought. He whined, pulling his fingers away, “I washed my hands. And it hurts. Sue me.”
“You’re making a mess,” Jaemin remarked.
“I’m not,” Jeno huffed as he wiped his hand with a tissue from the glove compartment, petulant. He wondered why Jaemin was acting like this, like he didn’t know what sort of pain Jeno was going through—and oh, right, he didn’t. He sucked. Jaemin sucks.
Jaemin urged, “Come on, babe. Can you wait till we get home? I’m sure there are better ways than that?”
Another wave of pain hit Jeno like a crashing tide slamming him against the shore. It had been much, much worse than Jeno’s previous monthly check-up for his braces—sessions in which the rubbers were replaced, the wires were tightened, and was as painful as it sounded. But this one—this one, felt like hell on earth.
It was like the devil itself had its hand in his mouth—Jeno couldn’t think of any better analogy with how it felt like his mouth was being clawed with rows of sharp, animalistic talons piercing into the raw flesh of his gums. Any more and it felt like his mouth would tear open, the talons stabbing into him as though they were drawing and filling blood within his oral cavity, but in reality it was all just spit and pain, pain, and even more pain. It was like he was drowning in it. Suffocating. His mouth felt so sore, stinging and tingling as his teeth were literally pulled and pushed into the right places.
Not talking hurt like a bitch. Also talking hurt like a bitch. Sitting idly and trying to trick himself that it didn’t hurt also hurt like a bitch. Everything hurt like a bitch. The only thing that didn’t was, somehow, biting. His mouth ached to bite, to tear, just to ease the pain away. He needed something to sink his teeth into, feel a heavy weight press against the rows and the flesh of his gums.
But he couldn’t. Jeno clenched his jaw then, unable to relieve the pain himself, and laid against the side of the car window. He refused to look at Jaemin for the rest of the ride home from the dentist in protest, “Fine.”
*
“There was once a time when you loved me,” Jeno groaned as he plopped on their couch, the pain clearly getting into his head. He already had enough on his plate and adding an unsympathetic Jaemin into the mix wasn’t helping. He sniffled; there was a time when Jaemin was loving and patient and kind and thought of the world of him and now—great, the pain’s making him all sad and sentimental.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Jaemin returned from the kitchen with an ice pack in hand. He took his place in between Jeno’s legs, carefully pressing the cold gel against his cheek, “Of course I love you. A bit too much, actually.”
Jeno knew that. Of course, he knew. He knew that Jaemin was only reprimanding him earlier out of concern. He knew the pain was making him all fussy and sensitive—but Jaemin never made him feel like that, like he was a burden, like he’d rather be anywhere and with anyone than be here with Jeno. That thought alone made the pain slowly subside, along with the cold compress and the warmth of Jaemin’s touch. He could turn all soft and gooey just being underneath his press like this, in knowing that no one could take care of him better than Jaemin can. Jeno breathed his presence in. He’ll live.
“I’m sorry, baby,” Jaemin whispered, like it was his fault to begin with. He caressed the other side of Jeno’s cheek for their eyes to meet and Jeno could clearly see the pain and regret in his warm honey gaze. “Let me see.”
Jeno obliged without a word, his mouth falling open for Jaemin to see. Jaemin gently held his jaw as he tried to inspect Jeno’s mouth for any cuts from his fiddling earlier, “Does it still hurt?”
Jeno made a whiny affirmative noise from the back of his throat.
“Do you want to take them off?”
Jeno shook his head, “Dentist advised me not to.”
“But it wouldn’t hurt just to take it out for a few minutes, would it?” Jaemin asked with a brow arched, his concern filling Jeno with a comforting warmth. He could feel his touch against him, his thumb and forefinger softly cradling his chin, with a deep, honey-eyed look on his gaze, and it was grounding. Almost enough to ease Jeno’s pain away.
Just almost. It still hurt like a bitch. Maybe he could take it off. Just for a couple minutes. With his mind made, Jeno hummed and he moved himself out of Jaemin’s gentle hold, despite his reluctance, and into their bathroom.
Jeno stood across their mirror and pulled down on the metal wire across his upper teeth. Easily, it detached with a satisfying click! and he dropped it in the empty cup on the counter. Then the other, and it immediately felt weird in Jeno’s mouth. He could still feel crumbs of the pastry and remnants of the coffee he had in the café they ate in earlier, leaving an icky and tingling sensation within his mouth. He grabbed his toothbrush and mouthwash and immediately used them to wash it all away.
Once done, Jeno felt a little better, the painful and icky feeling disappearing as he wiped his mouth with a towel. When he walked back to the living room, he found Jaemin still standing where he left him with his phone now in hand.
Jaemin turned to him then, but not without turning his phone off first, “How is it?”
Jeno could’ve sworn he was on some orthodontics’s clinic website about retainers and his heart went mushy. He sat down across from him again, lips pulled into a pout as he took his place on their couch, “Now it just feels weird.”
“But still better than before?” Jaemin took his face by his hand again, sweet and gentle. Like Jeno would break under his touch, and Jeno was reminded why he fell in love with him all over again. He smelled of lavender, too, that hand wash they keep on their kitchen sink, and Jeno breathed him in again.
“Yeah, a little…” Jeno murmured, resting his head comfortably on his hand, with Jaemin’s hand rubbing against his cheek—a slow, comforting touch, grounding Jeno closer to him and away from the pain. “I just don’t know what to do with the pain later. Should I just buy a chew toy?”
With a scoff, Jaemin playfully patted Jeno’s shoulder, “Enough of that.” He turned to grab the ice pack from the table and took his place in between Jeno’s legs again, “Come here, this might help.”
Jeno leaned closer, cheek smushed against the cold, “Have any better ideas?”
Jaemin stared at him then. He seemed to be considering something, and Jeno would’ve felt a sliver of hope, if not for the igniting spark in Jaemin’s darkening gaze. The touch he had on Jeno’s cheek suddenly felt a tad bit warmer, tighter, like he was holding himself back. He placed the pad of his thumb against his pouty lips, not prodding any further, but showed its intentions to—Jeno just needed to say the word.
“Do you want me to do something about it?”
Jeno didn’t trust himself enough to speak without so much as a pathetic waver or crack in his voice, and instead, he lets him in, like he always does when it comes to Jaemin.
With an embarrassed warmth beginning to brew in his cheeks, Jeno parted his lips. He invited Jaemin in and his finger moved to carefully trace along the seam of his lips, like an animal foraging its new territory. It made Jeno feel small, Jaemin standing and towering over him, eyeing him hungrily, methodologically, like he knew exactly what this was doing to Jeno—like he knew him better than himself.
“Won’t it hurt?” Jeno asked around his thumb, a light yet unmoving weight over his lower lip. A stable, self-assured touch. As if he had every right to do what he wanted with him. It was haunting, degrading even to be owned, but somehow Jeno couldn’t find it in himself to push him away.
“You won’t hurt me, Jeno,” Jaemin stated, with unwavering eyes and an encouraging spark in them, lulling Jeno closer to its burning warmth. “Come on, bite me as much as you need to, puppy.”
Jeno was entranced; his pupils dilated as he pried his mouth wider, and took Jaemin even deeper, farther, inside of him. He wrapped his lips around the flesh of Jaemin’s thumb and was immediately filled with its warmth and salty taste—and yet it felt and tasted tender all the same. Slowly, he made his way around it, growing familiar to its size and taste by delicately wrapping and swirling his tongue around it. Then as he grew more accustomed to it, he synched his movements with the roll of Jaemin’s thumb against his tongue, licking along and around its girth till it was all wet and nice and—
“Good. That’s good, puppy,” Jaemin praised, taking his time in easing himself deeper into Jeno with a gentle caress to his cheek, “You’re doing so well, Jeno.”
“Haah…” Jeno felt the heat of his blush travel lower, gushing towards the pit of his belly till it pooled and brewed deep within him, melting his insides and out, “ Nnnnh… Jaem…”
Jaemin spared him no response. He continued his ministrations, a probing grind of his thumb against his tongue, a bearable push against the sensitive crowns of his teeth. It had been a slow rhythm until suddenly, there was a tentative press on the hollow dip beneath his tongue and Jeno squealed. He whined around Jaemin’s finger, a supposedly shrill little sound coming out garbled from the intensity. His instincts kicked in and Jeno’s hand flew around Jaemin’s wrist to stop him, but Jaemin remained firm and steady, just as much as his pinning gaze. He continued to press into the soft flesh, insistent but careful around the flappy root of his tongue, and Jeno’s grip around him withered pathetically.
“Does it feel good?” Jaemin earned a weak sound of affirmation. He kept his question curt and short, like he knew he wouldn’t get much from him from here on out with the way Jeno’s eyes began to glaze over around his wet thumb. “Then that’s all that matters, baby. Don’t think of anything else but this.”
Weakly, Jeno nodded at that, and hoped it would be the last time Jaemin expected anything from him—it was hard to speak as it was already, and even harder with the way his brain melted from the soft yet insistent touches, the sweet praises, and the coaxing cooing of Jaemin’s low voice. He felt another press, this one stronger and against the innerside gums of his lower teeth—and like a static shock, pleasure shot up his spine till it drew his eyes to the back of his head.
“Mmh—!” Jeno pressed his thighs closer together, and felt a combination of both shame and arousal from the situation. How could he get hard from this? They were nothing but touches against the flesh of his mouth to relieve him from his pain and yet. And yet, he craved more, more, more. “Jaem…!”
Jaemin rubbed along the rim of his gums, dragging his thumb carefully against its protruding shape, and stopped whenever he got too close. He was teasing him, building Jeno’s anticipation towards that euphoric press against that sweet, sweet spot again, and slowly working his way up to it again. Sparks crackled in Jeno’s vision, reducing his head into a gooey mush as he tried to follow Jaemin—focus on the pleasure, on the warm, thick finger rubbing and pressing along his walls, on Jaemin, Jaemin, Jaemin.
The hold around Jaemin’s wrist instinctively tightened at the overwhelming sensation. He could feel Jaemin’s pulse against his palm and maybe that did something to Jeno, knowing Jaemin was just as affected as he was. He could feel it beat loudly against him, could feel his excitement building in the same way he was building his. It made Jeno’s eyes roll back to his skull, his thighs squeezing together and fuck, he’s so hard he could come right there. He could come just knowing he had an effect on him—just from being so, so good for him.
“F-fuck, Jae—!” Jeno pried his mouth wider, spit drooling down his chin and his eyes glazing over as Jaemin took more and more of him.
“I’m surprised you could still talk, baby,” Jaemin darkly chuckled, amused at the sight of Jeno slowly unraveling underneath his fingers. And then he pressed harder against that hollow dip between his lower teeth and tongue, tilting Jeno’s head lower, until their eyes met straight-on, and oh, Jaemin looked enamored.
Pretty, Jeno could read the word across Jaemin’s dark eyes. What could he see in him, Jeno wondered. What was there to be so enraptured by with the crazed look in his eyes and the drool messily running down his chin. And yet the word unwaveringly lit across his hungry gaze, Jaemin pressing along his tongue, along its sides and body with a smooth stroke of his thumb.
“What would it take to reduce you into a big dumb puppy for me?” Jeno moved in a pathetic attempt to reply, but Jaemin had seemingly gotten his answer when he added another finger—this time, it dragged across the ridges of the roof of his mouth, and Jeno keened.
More spit dribbled from Jeno’s mouth, and he’s reduced to a big dumb puppy within seconds, making a big wet mess of himself, not only down his chin, but between his thighs, too. His arousal tented between his legs, creating a damp patch underneath his sweatpants that he didn’t dare to look at. Jeno had always been so sensitive, but with his record of chewing and biting anything he could latch on, his mouth’s sensitivity was another level entirely. This was proof of it—his pleasure tenfold once pressed and prodded in all the right places.
And press, Jaemin did. He prodded his finger against the cave of Jeno’s mouth like he was stringing him along to Jaemin’s rhythm and pleasure—not Jeno’s, but Jaemin’s pleasure, like he owned him, and he had the right to do anything to him.
“Do you know why I was so frustrated earlier, puppy?” Jaemin asked and Jeno suffocated from the weight of his stare and touch. He pressed Jeno’s tongue down harder, hindering him from answering, and Jeno knew then that even without it, he still wouldn’t be able to answer. It was hard to think, and it was even harder to please Jaemin once he was in a mood. He prompted his fingers underneath Jeno’s jaw, as if saying that if Jeno were not to listen, he would make him listen, “Because this hole is mine to play with, Jeno. This isn’t yours, and yet you stuck your fingers in like you owned it, like it was yours to begin with.”
Jeno whimpered around him. The touch against his tongue drew further, deeper, making it harder to breathe. Shit, he knew it was some sort of play between them—Jaemin has wanted nothing more but to comfort Jeno and offer some sort of relief in any way he can. But that was exactly the reason why he was doing this. He knew better ways to alleviate his pain, he just had to ask or let him; he would take care of him in ways better than he does and he would do it right. Just the way Jeno liked it.
“I’m—s…sorry,” Jeno sounded out.
“You’re even running it without my permission,” despite his words, they both knew that Jaemin wasn’t doing this out of his own selfishness. It wasn’t some sort of sick greed to have Jaemin’s needs met before Jeno’s, it was far from it. In truth, this was for Jeno and his needs alone; it had everything he liked and loved, all in one messy heap with the pleasures of flesh. But the illusion that Jaemin had complete control over him made his mind reel. It gave him this twisted sense of thrill and satisfaction in knowing that Jaemin “owned” him, and that meant he owned his pain and pleasure, too. So he had the power to take it all away from him in ways Jeno couldn’t do for himself. “Are my fingers not enough to stuff it full?”
Panicked, Jeno shook his head. He wanted so badly to say no, to say that Jaemin was more than enough—he does so much for him, meets his needs and beyond it so well. But good boys don’t speak without permission after all, and Jeno wanted nothing more but to please Jaemin after being so bad today.
Jeno pawed at Jaemin’s shirt, desperate to let him know his sentiments. He wished he could convey it in the way his eyes widened to an eager plea, in the way his grip tightened around him and pulled him closer, and in the way he ran his tongue around and between his fingers like a good puppy lapping a treat his owner gave him. He ran his tongue along the hills and valleys of his hand, leaving a wet messy trail behind him as he went. Jaemin seemed pleased at that, and yet—
“Should I use something else then?” Jaemin asked with a dangerous mirth dancing in his eyes, “Something that could satisfy my needy puppy better?”
Jeno’s shoulders tensed even as he felt Jaemin’s other hand against his cheek. He caressed his warm blush with a touch so gentle, but it was such a juxtaposition to the spine-shuddering glint in his eyes, to the way he hungrily gazed upon him like he had so much planned on what to do with him.
“What does my puppy say?” Jaemin asked. He’s giving him the chance to back out now, to say no. But the prodding along his mouth’s sensitive walls made him even more eager to please, and when Jaemin’s thumb dragged deeper, but not deep enough, Jeno wondered what something bigger could do.
He gulped. And then slowly, he nodded.
Jaemin gave him no other time to think and wonder alone. With Jeno’s cue, he unclasped his belt with his free hand and unzipped his pants open. Slowly, like he was teasing him, Jaemin grabbed the waistband of his boxers lower and—
“You wanted this, didn’t you?” He grinned, teasingly, “Wanted something so bad in your mouth you couldn’t wait till we got home. So, why don’t you help me, hm?”
Jeno would’ve done anything and everything if Jaemin so asked. It had always been hard to say no with that low coo of his, even as he talked down on him like he knew better. And it had been even harder with the heavy haze in his head, and suddenly, refusing was the last thing in the back of his muddled mind. Frantically, he nodded.
Jaemin gingerly pried his fingers away and Jeno let him with a weak whine. Eager, Jeno leaned in and clumsily bit the waistband of Jaemin’s underwear. Without breaking their heated gazes, he took the fabric between his sensitive teeth and dragged it down.
Jaemin’s arousal immediately sprung into attention, red and leaking in the tip and Jeno’s mouth ached for it. Suddenly, Jeno was made aware of a hunger he didn’t even know existed, and now that he did, he wanted nothing more but to satiate it. He never felt this empty until he realised it, until Jaemin. He took in the intoxicating scent of his musk and unconsciously let out a whine. A small, desperate sound, as drooled dribbled down his chin from the way it sent all of his senses into overdrive.
Jeno laid against Jaemin with a gaze that had, “Please, please, please!” written all over it. Jaemin moved to give him what he so desperately wanted; he pried Jeno’s mouth with his thumb again, “Be a good boy and don’t bite, okay?”
“I,” Jeno panted around his finger, “I’ll be a good boy for you, Jaem.”
With a devilish grin, Jaemin guided Jeno’s mouth around him. He pried his hole wider and pushed into its warmth before taking his fingers away from it. Jeno seemed to whine from the loss of a warm, grounding digit, but immediately melted once it was replaced with something that could fill him in deeper, better.
“Take as much as you can, okay?” Jaemin soothed him with a pet to his hair, “Don’t push yourself.”
Jeno felt like he had been submerged underwater. Jaemin’s voice sounded so muffled, so far away, as his head and body swam into ignorant bliss. The gentle touch on his head were waves that brought him deeper into the depths of pleasure, and the eyes that gazed upon him were pairs of sunny warmth that felt lovely on his skin, and closer he went. Long, pretty eyelashes fluttering, Jeno’s jaw went slack as he took more of Jaemin in. It all sounded so dirty in his ears—with wet noises and muffled whines—and yet also so distant. The only thing he had on his mind was to follow that warmth and its beckoning until he could feel deep in his throat, and only when he gagged, did he stop and stilled.
“Shit, Jeno—” Jaemin groaned, and the sound reverberated between them and into Jeno’s system. A sense of satisfaction and approval spiked up his spine from the throaty sound, knowing that he was the cause of it. “Pup, how are you d…doing this… fuck.”
Jeno preened at that. He hummed around his cock, a low pleasured moan that echoed back to Jaemin. He felt a tug in his hair in appreciation, a taut grip that pulled him out and back in around his length. It dragged along the wet slide of his tongue with a pleasure like no other—his mouth had never been as sensitive as now, sore and aching in all the wrong places, and somehow, Jaemin managed to soothe them in all the right delicious ways. He could still feel the phantom touches of his fingers against the flesh of his mouth, pressing and prodding, till pleasure shot up and frayed his nerve-endings. And with Jaemin’s arousal inside of him like this, a heavy grounding weight, it just soothed him all the more.
“You’re so good for me, puppy,” Jaemin let out a guttural groan, “So, so good.”
The pleasure that fell over Jeno’s head grew thicker at that, draping over each and every part of him like a thickening blanket. A soothing and comforting embrace that took over everything he knew and more—until that was left was Jaemin.
“But this is for you, pup,” Jaemin breathed out, and although it looked like it hurt him to pull off, he still did, “Come on, let’s get you comfortable, yeah? You’ll feel much better this way.”
Jeno, aside from his small whinings, let Jaemin maneuver them. Gently, he guided Jeno to lay across the crouch and sat next to his head. Before they could both comfortably settle in, Jeno immediately moved to clamber into Jaemin’s lap. He rested his head against his thigh and wrapped his plump lips around him again, enveloping Jaemin with his warmth like it never left, and eagerly lapped him up like a man starving.
“Jeno, wait,” Jaemin stuttered, breathless, “It’s okay, just take your time, hm?”
Jeno acquiesced, despite the confused look in his eye and the furrow between his brows. He stopped going deeper around Jaemin and started feeling him, started to really weigh in the comforting weight against his tongue, between the sensitive flesh of his walls.
Jaemin urged him further as he lovingly caressed his cheek with a hand, “Just let it in, just like that.”
Jeno visibly relaxed at that, the strings in his shoulders and the gears in his jaws that were so eager to work and please settled into a stilled state. His head went blank, a complete state of comfort and trust for the man pressed so warmly against him.
“Good, good puppy,” Jaemin rutted his hips just a little, sliding an inch or two into Jeno’s slack mouth, as he adjusted their positions into something more comfortable, “Are you starting to feel better now?”
Jeno nodded around his length, earning a throaty sound from Jaemin. In his haze, Jeno wanted nothing more but to hear that again, but Jaemin made no move to chase that pleasure again. Instead, he stilled, and wiped the tear off Jeno’s eye. They stayed like that for a few fleeting moments—Jaemin unmoving and Jeno in a state of complete comfort and vulnerability. Their bodies pressed together offering relief that no one else could ever recreate and give them.
At one point, the television came to life, and a few songs and sounds could be heard from one of their phones. Occasionally, Jaemin would delicately run his hand along Jeno’s soft hair, and every gentle brush and stroke had Jeno falling deeper in his slumber. Slowly, he breathed through his nose, his breathing turned more laxed, as time seemed to stretch endlessly between them.
When Jeno came to, Jaemin had fallen asleep himself, too. His breathing was slow and steady, and his shaft soft and flaccid in Jeno’s mouth. Jeno’s jaw ached, but his body ached to pleasure Jaemin more—to return the favour tenfold for everything he had done for him today. He made no move to wake him up, knowing Jaemin would insist otherwise, and Jeno couldn’t have that. He wanted to do this. His mind was set—especially now that it was clearer now too, but his eagerness stayed the same, as he licked and moaned around his length.
Eyes fluttering closed, Jeno keened as he took Jaemin deeper into his mouth. He shifted from where he was laying to his side, moving to a better position that gave him more access and movement to pleasure Jaemin. He pressed his front to the couch and pawed Jaemin’s thigh to spread him wider. Like this, he could drag his tongue better against his growing length, and could feel him pulse awake in his mouth. Jaemin was fucking throbbing inside of him, leaking to the back of his throat, and yet his face only scrunched, not awakening.
God, it shouldn’t turn Jeno on this much, but it did and he couldn’t just stop. He pushed deeper, licked and lapped up whatever his growing arousal gave him, and felt a sense of determination spike in his system whenever he earned a sound from him. He took him like he loved it more than he did, like it gave him great pleasure to give pleasure, and it did. Wet, eager strokes around his length pushed Jaemin deeper into his throat, and his pre-cum painted his sensitive walls with a bitter taste that had Jeno craving for more. Each thrust had him gasping and choking around him despite his pace, but he didn’t care; he dragged his tongue in the same way he dragged Jaemin’s pleasure out—deliciously slow and steady, touching all the right sensitive places to make him moan and twitch inside of him.
Jaemin loved to give, and Jeno loved to take. It was all Jeno could ever do now, greedily and messily taking the pleasure Jaemin gave him for himself. He hollowed his cheeks and bobbed further around him, creating an even messier heap of spit and pre-cum down his chin. And when that wasn’t enough, when his hands felt emptier than his mouth, he wrapped one around Jaemin’s length and laced the other around Jaemin’s fingers. He held his hand and felt grounded at the touch, feeling all soft and fuzzy from it all.
As Jeno tried to recover from everything, there was a sudden tug to his hair. Jeno’s eyes met Jaemin’s, and he flushed at the attention.
“Feeling better?” Jaemin smiled. His voice was slightly rough and raw from sleep, and Jeno’s dick twitched from the sound alone. Jaemin really knew how to push him to the edge even without trying. It almost felt unfair. He whined with a nod before moving to take Jaemin deeper again, just so he could prove that he had an effect on him as much as he did—
“That’s enough then,” Jaemin gingerly pulled him off, cradling his cheeks with his hands, “Your jaw must be sore by now.”
But Jeno just refused to let things end this way. Either out of pride or pleasure, he didn’t know. He just took Jaemin inside of him again and he easily slid right back in. Jaemin hissed, still so groggy and sensitive, and weakly pried Jeno away. Jeno laid his lower body to the couch again and bucked his head into a building rhythm, despite his jaw’s reluctance. He flattened his tongue and hollowed his cheeks and took everything he could, tasting every inch of Jaemin that he could reach, and feeling a flaring sense of satisfaction at the groan he drew out of him.
With his mind set, Jeno couldn’t think of anything else but this. He didn’t even know he was rutting against the couch and pressing his thighs together for relief, not until he felt Jaemin’s soothing hand on his shuddering back. It dragged in that familiar comforting way whenever he came and—Jeno stilled. When did he even—?
“Oh, puppy. You came already?” Jaemin crooned, “Such a good puppy.”
Jeno whined at that. No, no, no, he didn’t want this. At least not yet. Shit, he panicked and whimpered with Jaemin still inside of him. Jaemin seemed to notice his frustration and immediately grabbed him by his face, “No, I told you to focus on nothing but this, didn’t I?” He reassured him, caressing a puffed up cheek with his thumb, “You’re such a good boy for listening to me, pup. It’s okay…”
Jeno huffed, for as much as he could with a mouth-full of cock, and made no attempts to move. He wasn’t a coward. He would stay here or he would die trying. Jaemin would have to pry Jeno’s cold dead hands off of his dick, that was for sure. So he took him again, swirled his tongue around the leaking, sensitive tip, and pressed on that spot that he knew made Jaemin’s toes curl.
“Shit, Jen, wait—!” Jaemin groaned. His protests went unnoticed, and Jeno kept going until Jaemin crumbled. The hold on his hair grew tighter, and his hips started to rock into him. It wasn’t long until Jaemin couldn’t resist sliding into him back and forth, until he could feel the back of Jeno’s throat and felt delirious at the wet, choked sounds he made, until each thrust got more shallow and erratic and—
Jaemin came into his mouth then. It was hot and thick inside of him, painting his walls and throat with a bitter taste that Jeno had no qualms lapping up till not even a drop was wasted. He hummed around his length as he licked up and down his length, and Jaemin twitched and panted from over-sensitivity.
“Are you… are you done…?” Jaemin breathed out, and smiled warmly when Jeno nodded, “Let’s get you to bed then… You deserve it after such a long day…”
“Need to—” Jeno cleared his throat, raw and raspy from everything, “—brush my teeth. And put my retainers back on, I think.”
Jaemin eased his hold from him then. He grabbed some tissues from the side to clean himself up before tucking himself back in. As Jeno moved to walk towards the bathroom, Jaemin beelined to their bedroom and took another underwear from their drawer for Jeno to change into. He followed Jeno into the bathroom, stood next to him across the sink, and kissed his temple as he brushed his teeth, “Just let me know if it ever hurts again.”
Jeno grinned around a mouthful of toothpaste, “What, so you have an excuse to shove yourself in my mouth again?”
Jaemin blushed at that, “So I can get you another cold compress, you perv.”
Jeno spat, amused, “Says the man who offered his dick as an oral remedy.”
“And you agreed.”
Jeno washed the suds out of his mouth and leaned into Jaemin’s chest, successfully drying his face on his shirt in retaliation. Jaemin fondly rolled his eyes as Jeno kissed him on his jaw, “That’s ‘cause I love you, my little quack dentist.”
“I’m prescribing you with a new dose now,” Jaemin pulled the both of them out of the bathroom and into their shared bedroom. Together, they fell to their bed, before Jaemin tightly wrapped his arms around Jeno, “One good cuddling session with none other than Jaemin Na. Come here.”
“Thank you, doctor. What would I do without you?” Jeno chimed, half-sarcastic, half the truth.
Jaemin grinned at that, smiling against Jeno’s skin, “I love you, too.”
*
6 months later, Jeno returned to his dentist, just as they agreed upon. Nothing was out of the ordinary except for the way his dentist eyed him for a moment after checking, but it didn’t last long enough to be concerning.
When they both stepped out of the room, the dentist saw Jaemin waiting and strangely eyed him too, and for a moment, it looked like he knew—and then the look was gone.
Jeno blinked. There was no way his dentist knew, did he…?
A week later, Jeno’s curiosity got the better of him, and he barged into their room with Jaemin leisurely sitting on their bed.
“We need to find a new dentist.”