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Jeno whines when Jaemin tugs, gentle enough to not really hurt but hard enough to turn his head, the soft leather at his neck sliding over his skin.
“Go on then.”
He crawls forwards slowly until he hears the scrunching noise, like the sound of crunchy fall leaves, and attempts to stay very, very still as Jaemin bends down to undo the buckle attaching the leash to the collar around his neck.
It's his newest favorite accessory, easy to wear outside, unassuming if matched to the proper outfit, just plain red leather with a big shiny silver hoop at the front. If he didn't know better, he would have thought it was a choker.
Click.
The leash is gone, and Jeno whines at his distraction being taken away. For a few moments, he had been able to focus just on Jaemin.
Ignoring the pressure.
Right.
The pressure.
“Oh puppy, do you need to go?”
Jaemin sounds deceptively sympathetic, softly petting him atop the head, as if it isn't his fault in the first place, the reason Jeno is so full.
Uncomfortably so.
They had gone out for brunch with friends with Jaemin coaxing his favorite butt plug into Jeno before leaving. A pretty, bejeweled thing in metallic silver and a deep bloodred gem to match his collar. Not unexpected, not with Jaemin having a fully free weekend for the first time this month, his call schedule at the hospital hell recently from lack of coverage.
I'm gonna fuck you silly when we get back, puppy.
That had been expected.
What hadn't been expected was Jaemin filling him up slowly but surely, a mix of bottomless mimosas and glasses of ice water to keep him hydrated and not drunk Jaemin had whispered into his ear.
Or that he'd only start feeling it on the long car ride home, the fullness of his bladder combined with the fullness of being plugged up for so long, the unbearable sensitivity of Jaemin with his hand over his knee then up heavy over his thigh.
The stroke over his leg sending a jolt through him each time Jaemin had brushed too close to his groin, getting half hard, cock straining in his jeans, trying to ignore the urge to entirely let go.
And possibly wet himself.
They've talked about it before, with Jeno bringing up the prospect, curiosity peaked after having ventured deeper into a rabbit hole of porn videos, clicking one after another until he had discovered much more than he wanted to know in the first place.
Jaemin had acknowledged it in the moment, a tidbit to be stored away for a rainy day.
Or a sunny day rather, in the case of today.
But that was months ago, and Jeno didn't even realize until now that Jaemin remembered the conversation.
Enough to lay out a puppy pad on the nice carpeted floor of their bedroom in advance before having Jeno strip down to nothing and get on all fours.
Jeno doesn't even know when Jaemin would have bought the puppy pads.
The sound of Jaemin's crooning brings him back to his senses.
“Are you going to go for me now like a good boy?”
Jeno tries, he really does.
But to his embarrassment, he discovers that he can't. Physically can't, his cock too hard, tip leaking and wet with what Jeno thinks is precum but isn't sure. Feeling slightly dizzy as he tries to lean backwards slightly to take some of the pressure off his knees, which makes the pressure on his bladder even worse.
“Awww, puppy. Let me help you.”
Jeno whimpers when he feels Jaemin's hand at his ass, fingers grasping at the base of the plug, trying hard to relax as Jaemin pulls it out, the slow stretch as Jaemin eases the widest part of the toy past his rim, the obscene squelch as it comes sliding out, leaving him empty.
“Your hole is so pretty. So perfect and gaping, begging for me to fill it.”
He can feel Jaemin's fingers tracing his rim, clenching in anticipation and whining when Jaemin removes them far too quickly, leaving him clenching at nothing.
“Patience, puppy.”
Jaemin likes to make sure Jeno's nice and wet.
And he makes sure Jeno knows it too, the expanse of infinity stretching out in front of him as he listens to Jaemin slick his fingers with spit loudly behind him.
Slurp.
It's hard for him to decide whether he wants to get excited or not, the dilemma of his still unreasonably full bladder reminding him of its presence again as he shifts slightly and can feel the swell that isn't the arousal going to his cock but is happening at the same time, and all Jeno can concentrate on is slurp and whether or not Jaemin is going to finger him any time soon, and it's all blending together terribly by now that Jeno feels like he might cry.
To his embarrassment and shame, Jeno realizes he is crying all of a sudden, the tears wetting his cheeks, and it makes lurch forward which only serves to send a wave of need through him to release, though which release is unclear, both seemingly unable to happen without the other happening first.
“Shh, shh. I'm gonna take care of you, puppy.”
“Because you've been such a good boy.”
Jeno whimpers when Jaemin enters him, fingers pliant and adept, pressing down and massaging his prostate, making quick work of it like Jeno knows Jaemin can, understanding all the right buttons to push to tip Jeno over. And he groans, seeing stars as Jaemin continues, the pressure in his groin unbearable, and he unconsciously ruts forward, hips moving in hopes that Jaemin will take pity and perhaps touch him, keening to feel the grasp of Jaemin's hand around his cock.
The movement makes it worse, and Jaemin does nothing.
“Aww, if you need to go, you can.”
Jeno squeezes his eyes shut tighter, trying to decide whether concentrating his hardest on cumming will bring it on faster or whether it'll only delay it further, and he ends up somewhere in the middle, blanking out as Jaemin continues to edge him further, drifting and only snapping back to reality when he gets close.
“Why don't you finish already? Don't want to make your owner wait too long, do you?”
Jaemin coos, and it somehow manages to be both soothing and threatening all at once.
“What you're waiting for? Do you need my permission to go, puppy?”
That does Jeno in.
He vaguely hears Jaemin talking to him as he comes, the indescribable relief at reaching his orgasm making him feel on the verge of blacking out, his body slumping with a sigh, the feeling of Jaemin's hands at his hips keeping him upright. It goes on seemingly forever, the high ebbing away slowly.
It takes him a second to feel the trickle.
“There, there. Good boy.”
Jaemin rubs soothing circles into his lower back as the trickle turns into a steady stream, running down his leg, and Jeno flushes with embarrassment at how good it feels to finally relieve himself fully without restraint, the pressure flowing out of his body, leaving him light and floaty, as Jaemin continues to compliment him.
“Such a good boy.”