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The plastic constricting against Jaemin’s forearms put a new sense of urgency in his steps. An almost silent swear and the careful balancing act of a swarm of grocery bags was the acceptance of never taking two trips for something that could be done in one - even if that meant a spike of adrenaline and the eventual doubt that it could be done. By the time he made it to the front door a secondary wave of dread washed over him at the realization that his set of keys was buried deep in the pocket of his jeans. Fishing for them meant either accepting defeat and setting down all the bags, or, wrestling and contorting his palm into the cavity of fabric at the risk of dropping it all. Both options sounded terrible, so he settled for the alternative he usually deviated to.

Jaemin tapped a gentle series of kicks at the bottom of the door with the toe of his shoe. “Jeno-ya!” He called in full faith he could be heard from outside. “Jagiya!”

His suspicions were confirmed when he heard a conjunction of noisy thumping and purposeful, following strides approaching from the other side. With a couple muffled voices and the unlatching of the lock the door flew open. In the doorway Jeno stood with an all encompassing smile, hair that was partly ruffled and a handful of new stickers dotted on his clothes. Next to him, height even with his waist, was Minjee.

“Appa!” Her small voice beamed as she darted towards him.

“Ah, wait wait wait!” Jaemin tensed in regard to the slew of groceries still dangling from his arms. He raised them higher with a laugh as she wrapped her arms around his legs.

“I missed you!” She giggled, plopping her weight on the tops of his feet.

Jaemin waddled into the entryway. “I was barely gone, baby.” He replied, passing off some of the bags to Jeno who’d stretched out his arms to alleviate his struggle.

“But it felt like forever!”

“Everything feels like forever to you.” Jeno teased, still smiling and bumping the door closed with his hip as the three of them moved further inside.

“Okay, because it is.” Minjee retorted with the same dramatics she got from Jaemin.

Jaemin interrupted their impending bickering. “What do we want for dinner guys?”

His tactic worked. “Kimchi!” She shouted, standing from her perch on Jaemin’s feet to bounce up and down on the wooden floors.

“You can’t have just kimchi.” Jeno sat his portion of groceries on the counter.

Minjee climbed onto the stool at the bartop. “Why?”

“Kimchi jjigae?” Offered Jaemin as he joined Jeno at his side.

Their daughter shook her head. “It’s too hot outside for that.”

She was right.

“We’ll eat whatever Appa makes then, right?” Jeno nudged as he began putting away the items to their respective places.

Minjee resumed her work on the drawing she had been working on before Jaemin’s return, and she didn’t spare a glance upward as she meticulously colored in pink crayon. “Yep!”

“Yep.” Echoed Jeno with a tip of his head and a grin. He grabbed more items, stowing them away to their respective places, both habit and muscle memory.

Jaemin propped himself against the counter. “You guys make my life so easy.”

Jeno grinned. “How was work today?”

“Busy.” The younger huffed, attention focused on drawing different items from their bags for his husband to help put away. “I finished up all of the orders going out for tomorrow. Also, the dough didn’t rise this morning. I think the yeast is protesting.”

“Maybe it wants a vacation.” Jeno’s hand brushed across Jaemin’s waist when he moved behind him.

Jaemin turned to face him as he walked to the otherside of the kitchen. “The yeast unionized.” He joked, hip resting against the counter. “Demanding three day weekends.”

Jeno opened the fridge. “With full benefits.” He raised a carton in Jaemin’s direction.

“Obviously.” The younger padded over to the stove. “How was your day? Any crazy patients?”

The fridge door shut. “Nothing dramatic.” Jeno sighed. “Removed some stitches from a kid who fell off his bike a couple weeks ago.”

“Ah, right. I remember that.” Jaemin nodded.

The older continued. “Allergies everywhere. I had a kid who, dead serious, told me his heart beeps.”

“Beeps?”

“Yeah, like a microwave.” Jeno walked to stand next to the younger. “I said it probably means it’s charging.”

“Not a bad guess.”

“I didn’t correct him. Gave him a sticker and told him to keep it plugged in.”

A genuine laugh fell from Jaemin. “Hopefully he does. Whatever that means.”

“Hearts beep?” Minjee piped in, staring at the two with an inquisitive furrow of her brow.

“Beat.” Jeno grinned. “With a T.”

“T!” Minjee echoed. “I’m gonna draw that!”

Jaemin walked back to where his daughter was sitting and peaked over her shoulder to see what she'd been working on. A colorful collection of flowers, butterflies, cakes and hearts were etched against the paper, scribbles of her name decorating blank spaces and the overwhelming usage of pink made Jaemin’s heart swell. “That looks super pretty.”

“No!” Minjee grabbed her paper and held it to her chest. “It’s not done yet, you can’t look!”

Jaemin ruffled her hair. “Fine. But you promise to show me when you’re done?” He walked back towards the stove.

Minjee smoothed the paper back down on the counter. “Yes I promise. Pinky promises because those are the strongest ones.”

-

Jeno and Jaemin lived in an almost pastel green colored house at the end of the road. There was a tree situated directly out front that, through the expanse of windows both up and down stairs, was the perfect addition to the view. They’d moved in soon after getting married, and brought Minjee home there several years following. It was a big house, in a quiet part of town, located within reasonable walking distance to practically anything they needed. Within its walls was the reflection of the family that lived there - a wall of books alternating the taste of both Jeno and Jaemin alike, now sprinkled with picture books on the bottom shelf. Finger paintings that turned into scribbles and soon morphed to become coherent images were displayed on the fridge, and even a portion of the living room's baseboards had received Minjee’s artistic attention early in her life. It originally had the couple frozen in their tracks on how to respond to the toddler’s graffiti, a mixture of frustration and fondness. But they couldn’t be angry, as much as they initially wanted to be.

Jeno worked in pediatrics at a small doctor's office in town. He preferred the more mellow and routine patients coming in for a cold or sprained wrist, it suited him more, and allowed him consistent time at home with his husband and daughter. Jaemin had opened a bakery not far from their house a year after they got married. It has been his dream to own his own place, and he finally did. He often came home with dustings of flour and sugar sprinkled across his nose and clothes, and always smelled like sweet vanilla. Minjee went to a preschool by Jeno’s office until early afternoon, when Jaemin would leave Jisung in charge to go and bring her home. They had a routine, a consistent one that didn’t feel stuffy or suffocating, but the kind that you can rest in. The kind of predictability that draws contentment and ease that the life that they had wanted had been created.

Their life was full of color but it wasn’t perfect. There were still days that drug on and an overwhelming amount of trains of thought requiring both of their attention - making sure the house stayed cleaned and organized, grocery shopping, meal prepping, Minjee’s school events, the juggle of keeping a business running and being a good husband and father in the middle of it all. Finding time for each other in the midst of the demands of life proved to be just as challenging as everything else on their list of to-do’s, and was often the first thing to fall through the cracks.

-

Weekday nights were usually chaotic, simply put. With the bustle of Minjee’s energy tangled into dinner and dishes and bathtime before she was put to bed, oftentimes Jaemin defaulted to auto-pilot in order to save himself the recurring headache of juggling everything that demanded his attention. Jeno was good about occupying Minjee while Jaemin cleaned up and reset their space for the next morning, but this particular evening she was incessant on requiring the attention of them both as she played. Jaemin didn’t complain out loud, but mentally he protested. His mind was nothing but a to-do list and a timeline.

It was Jeno’s night to put Minjee to bed, and once the pair had retreated into her room Jaemin drug himself back into the kitchen to tackle the mess that awaited him. Managing a business was hard, running a household was harder, and being a (good) dad and partner on top of that was the most difficult of all. He couldn’t be just one or the other. As much as he was Minjee’s father, he was also Jeno’s husband, and vice versa. He couldn’t abandon one role and neglect the next.

When Jeno emerged it was half past eight. The last of the sun was peeking dimly through the windows with the remainder of the evening sky a pastel swirl of gold and indigo. The lights of the house were all switched off save for the fixture above the sink, and Jaemin stood quietly as he rinshed off the dishes before arranging them into the dishwasher. His movements were slow, fatigued, and his mind was badgering him with a thousand different trains of thought.

Jeno’s voice pulled him back to reality. “She finally stopped talking after the third story.”

Jaemin threw a glance over his shoulder. His husband looked tired, disheveled, messy - the kind that made his tummy warm and fuzzy. “What finally broke her?”

“I told her the bear falls asleep halfway through the next page.” Jeno rolled up his sleeves and joined Jaemin’s in rinsing the dishes. “She said, ‘fair’, then rolled over and fell asleep.”

“Whatever works.” Jaemin shrugged, smiling. “Did you eat lunch today?”

“Why? Could you tell I was starving?” Jeno playfully nudged him. “Someone brought in those little butter crackers, I had like, five of them and called it a meal.”

“Hardly.” Jaemin placed a plate in the racks. “That’s more like survival.”

Jeno laughed. “Felt like a win at the time. You?”

“I had a croissant, then I forgot until like…three?” He cocked his head at the end of his question. Jaemin repositioned a couple of bowls Jeno had set in the dishwasher, turning them all upside down.

“Sorry, I forget you always put them face down.”

“They drain better. When they’re sideways they always have little soup ponds when they’re done.”

“What if I like the soup ponds?” Jeno teased.

Jaemin breathed a laugh. “Yes, nothing is more appetizing than standing water.”

Has Jee told you about her spring play yet?”

“Yeah, she’s convinced she’ll take her tutu.”

“Wanna watch a movie after this?” Jeno laid a gentle tap on Jaemin’s hip, grinning ear to ear.

-

The following days at the bakery had been absolutely slammed. Jaemin and Jisung were running around with piles of orders and juggling their regular patrons in between. The rush of everything combined with his regular duties at home produced a grumpy, irritable, ready-to-shower-and-get-in-bed Jaemin with limited patience.

He’d gone through the motions of the evening routine, and his muscles began to slowly untwist when he started cleaning the dishes - his usual chore of loading the dishwasher before heading to his room. The quiet of the kitchen was the first quiet he’d had all day, the only instance of space and alone time that he could foresee amongst the demands of orders, Minjee’s school events and their family schedules.

The tell-tale creaking of Jeno coming down stairs told Jaemin that Minjee had fallen asleep.

Jeno kissed his temple when he joined him at his side. “You doing good down here?”

“Yeah. Just tired.” Jaemin’s words were short.

“Me too. This week has been so long.” Jeno grabbed the spoons Jaemin had loaded in the basket and flipped the the opposite way before grabbing the plate from Jaemin’s hand.

Jaemin sucked in a breath as something inside him snapped. “Why do you always rearrange everything like I’m incompetent?” He sighed.

Jeno gave him a funny look. “The spoons get cleaner when you face them downward.” His brows were knit in humble confusion.

“Okay, but you don’t have to come in here and just start fixing everything I’m doing.”

“Jaemin.” Jeno started.

He knew he was being unreasonable. But with everything he had balancing on his shoulders he didn’t need a reminder that he wasn’t doing a good enough job.

“I’ve got it, okay?” Jaemin’s words were dripping with a poisonous sheen. “I’m not useless.”

“I didn’t say you were, I was just trying to help.”

Jaemin sighed, refusing to look at his husband. “Or maybe you just think I’m doing it wrong.” He knew was wrong to accuse, but his irritation from the day had had no outlet, and his quickest outlet was Jeno.

“That’s not fair.” Jeno cut. “I was literally just offering you a hand.”

“Yes and then you just swoop in and start changing everything.” Jaemin tumbled over his words, hands coming up in frustration.

Jeno rolled his tongue against his cheek. “Swoop in? I’m trying to be your husband, and help you.”

“No, you’re just trying to control everything.” Jaemin sighed. “Even how fucking forks go in the dishwasher.”

“Okay.” Jeno stepped away, drying his hands on his pants. “Load it however you want.”

Jaemin glared at him, water still running down the sink. “Oh so now you’re done?”

“Seriously?” Jeno’s laugh was dry. “I back off like you want me to and now that’s wrong too?”

“Yeah bc you’re doing it with that tone.” Jaemin shut off the water and rested his hip against the counter, finally turning to face the latter. “That ‘I’m-so-patient’ passive aggressive tone.”

“Because I am trying to be patient.” Jeno’s jaw flexed, and unflexed. “And you’re picking a fight over dishes.”

“No, I’m just reacting like you treating me like I’m incompetent.” Jaemin knew his words made zero sense the moment they fell off his tongue, but he’d already dug himself too deep to resign without his pride being chipped away.

Jeno sighed, heavy. “That’s not what this is about and you know it. You’re exhausted, you’re pissed off, and I’m just-”

“Maybe if you actually listened for once I wouldn’t be!”

“I listen all the time, Jaem. But you don’t exactly make it easy to talk to when everything turns into a minefield with you.”

“Well maybe I wouldn’t be so damn explosive if you-” Jaemin paused. “Actually, I can’t do this anymore.” Jaemin threw his hands up in annoyed surrender. “Not with you.”

He shouldn’t have said that for a multitude of reasons. First being that he was exhausted, and he and Jeno knew very well his anger held no merit when fatigue weighed heavy on him. Secondly, he was in fact angry. The accumulation of his duties, responsibilities, and frustrations had been pushed in the barrel of his emotional gun and he’d aimed at the easiest target. His husband. Third reason that he shouldn’t have said that was obvious; he didn’t mean it. There was no one else he’d rather go through life with than Jeno, and he swore at himself when it dawned on him that all of his other married friends and acquaintances had been right, sometimes you do get sick of each other, but Jaemin was now discovering what that meant.

He wasn’t sick of Jeno in a sense that he couldn’t stand to be around him, he did. It wasn’t the kind of annoyance that repulsed him from his lover, no. Instead it was the kind of sickness aimed directly at the routine they’d unknowingly created, got settled in, and comfortable with. One that made it easier to lash out on the other because they’d stop creating the intentional space of being together, and not just coexisting with each other.

Jaemin realized all of these things in a fraction of a second, it was more of a knowing than it was a thought process. He knew he should apologize, throw in the towel and admit his fault, but another thing about his exhaustion was that it fed into his pride.

“Really?” Jeno’s hands came to rest on his hips, a challenge laced behind his words.

The younger rolled his eyes and turned to retreat down the hallway, and up the stairs towards theit room. Jeno followed suit, trailing close behind.

“This wouldn’t even be a problem if you didn’t make one out of it.” Jeno added, clearly agitated by Jaemin’s front.

“Oh my god.” He huffed, spinning back around on his heels. “Do you really want to do this right now?”

“Do what?”

“Fight. Argue. I don’t know, I’m so sick of this.” Jaemin’s tone was dipped in disgust with a face to match.

“Keep your voice down.” Jeno sneered in warning, eyeing the bedroom door where Minjee slept.

Jaemin took a deep breath, slowly exhaling as the fight left him. The reminder of their contentedly unaware daughter humbled him - he didn’t want them to turn into those types of parents, the kind that fought and yelled and disturbed their children. Guilt riddled through him.

His shoulders slouched. “I’m sorry.” He admitted in truth. That was one thing he appreciated about their relationship, they both knew how to apologize, even when their pride didn’t want them to.

Jeno visibly relaxed at the sentiment.

“I’m sorry, Jen,” Jaemin repeated, smoothing his hands across his forehead, working away the tension. “I’m just..tired..frustrated, I don’t know.”

“I know. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have played into it.”

Their bickerings diminished as quickly as they escalated. Jaemin could feel his blood cool down to a simmer as he stepped into Jeno’s space, arms loose at his side and resting his forehead on his husbands shoulder. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled again. “I don’t like getting so upset with you.”

Jeno’s hand came up to caress the small of his back. “Don’t worry about it.”

“But I still feel bad.”

“Don’t.” Jeno hummed. “You’re going a good job.”

Jaemin draped his arms around Jeno. “You still love me right?”

“Of course, love.”

“You’re so nice to me.” Jaemin grinned into the older’s shirt. “Too good to me.”

The whiplash of their conversations used to startle them. They used to think they had to talk through every feeling before moving to the next, but the longer they’ve been together and learned each other's habits, the less inclined they felt to sort through every wave, and instead take it as it came. If it dissipated they let it be. If it needed a conversation, they talked it out. But they were good at not holding grudges and spending too much time hung up on things that weren't worth the energy.

“Don’t try to charm your way out of this.” Jeno teased with a smirk playing on his lips. His arms were strong around Jaemin’s waist.

Jaemin’s brows raised playfully. “Oh, so you think I’m charming?”

Jeno shrugged. “Debatable.”

The younger smacked at his shoulder.

“Okay fine.” He corrected. “Yes, you’re charming. Just a little bit though.”

A dramatic gasp left Jaemin. “That’s all I get? I, your husband, am ,just a little bit charming?”

Jeno’s hands smoothed lower down Jaemin’s back. “Maybe not all you’ll get.” His voice dropped an octave as he gripped at the flesh of Jaemin’s ass.

Soon, they not so silently stumbled down the hall and into their bedroom, their giggles mixed into their kisses as they knocked unceremoniously into the walls. The accidental slamming of their door when Jeno pushed Jaemin roughly against it caused them both to freeze in fear that they’d awoken their sleeping daughter. Though, after a few tense moments and no telling sign of a squeaking opening door or small voice, Jeno resumed his work of ridding them both of their clothes and sucking a new bruise against Jaemin’s collarbone.

He kept his hand firmly clasp over Jaemin’s mouth as he fucked him into the mattress, biting back his own sounds as he felt the younger’s hole pulse around him. Jeno buried his head in the slope of Jaemin’s neck, with his free arm cradling around his husband's pliant frame.

“Fuck you feel good.” Jeno muttered against his skin.

Jaemin’s brows pinched together in ecstasy, the older’s hand muffling any of his attempts at words. He appreciated it though, he had a hard time keeping himself collected in moments like this, especially when Jeno knew exactly how to wreck him in bed.

These moments were few and far in between recently, but they savored it when it came. Hushed whimpers and muted whines stayed trapped between them, relishing each other, and the reminder that at the end of the day they were in it all together.

-

The flowers outside their window blossomed from weedling sprouts to bulbs of pink and purple, with a few red petals peeking from between. Spring was resurrecting - the sun stayed awake longer, the mornings were cool, the afternoons warm and the evenings, comfortable and mellow. The birds sang louder, the bugs chirped at dusk, and the sounds of Minjee’s laughtered lingered outside as much as it did inside.

The world around them was rejuvenating, and yet the day had been particularly draining for Jaemin, more so than usual. All he wanted was a little bit of quiet, a moment of peace, a few minutes where his brain could be silent without interruptions.

For obvious reasons spring was the shop's most hectic season: the influx of weddings and engagements, mother’s day, birthdays, and every other random occasion that called for sweets. Every day ended with Jaemin’s clothes caked in flour, his cheeks stained with remnants of dyes and his skin dusted with sugar despite his continual efforts to keep himself clean. His hot shower after arriving back home had become the highlight of his day, and the one moment he could truly have to himself.

It had been a whirlwind. He couldn’t recall the last time the shop had been so busy and it would’ve been alright if several customers hadn’t simultaneously woken up on the wrong side of the bed and directed their unnecessary anger at him. Regardless of the fact that he’d worked in this industry for years, it never failed to amaze him how easily people got beratingly upset. Whether the shade of pink was one drop of dye too deep, or they didn’t like the final design, or god forbid the lettering wasn’t robotically spaced to perfection.

But he gets it. Cakes and pastries are for special occasions and people want those said occasions to be as perfect as possible. One part he loves most about this job is that he gets to contribute to that, but do people not know that lashing out in anger over something that can be fixed only makes him not want to help? As terrible as that sounds. So yes, today was one of those days, on top of their seasonal increase in business, and all he wanted was a moment of quiet.

But he was also a dad.

It was also Friday, and that meant movie night, which Jaemin was especially looking forward to since usually Minjee became thoroughly engrossed on whatever was playing on the T.V., sitting comfortably (and more importantly, quietly) on her end of the couch.

After their usual dance of dinner, bath time, and clean up they settled into the couch, the movie opening rolling across the screen. Jaemin would’ve rather gone to bed, but he knew how much their daughter looked forward to it. He silently hoped he could doze off under the blankets.

Jeno’s arm was laid around Jaemin’s shoulders as they were cuddled up on the opposite end of the sofa, attempting to watch the movie they’d all agreed on - The Lion King, whivh they could practically recite in its entirety, but Minjee was set in her ways, and her preferences were strong. She rarely deviated to any new movies aside from her usual three.

This night, however, was routine minus the incessant commentary and the apparent struggle for Minjee to sit still. She did not yet understand the concept of personal space, as most four year olds don’t, and her kicking against Jaemin’s side and the usage of their frames as a climbing structure was the cherry on top of his growing short temper.

“Minjee, please.” He ordered with a stern sigh.

The girl pouted, flopping back onto the cushion. “But why do you guys get to cuddle? Why can’t we all cuddle?”

“We cuddle all the time.” Jaemin’s tone was dry. “I want to cuddle with daddy now.” His eyes stayed fixated on the screen, twirling a strand of his hair in his fingers.

“But it’s my turn!”

“It’s Appa’s turn right now, Jee.” Jeno spoke up.

Minjee crossed her arms with a huff. “No fair.”

“What’s going on, baby?” Jaemin hated how much annoyance was behind his question. He really did care, and he really did want to know.

“I wanna cuddle with you guys too.” She whined.

Jeno mediated. “We can later when we go to bed.”

“Can I sleep in your guy's bed tonight?!” A fresh surge of excitement was laced in Minjee’s voice, and she rocketed from her slump on the couch to rest against Jaemin’s hip.

“No-” Jaemin cut himself off, he really hated how quick he was to reply in exasperation. “Not tonight.” He reworded.

The disappointment was obvious in the way her shoulders sagged. “Why are you so sad, Appa?”

Jaemin melted. Minjee had misperceived his exhaustion and the symptoms of it, and he’d never felt more let down by his own actions. He pulled away from where he’d been propped against Jeno’s side. “I’m not sad, baby” He pulled his daughter into an embrace. “I’m sorry.”

Minjee let out a hmph as she kept up the theatrics that mirrored her own father, but she was otherwise malleable as she let herself be scooped into Jaemin’s arms.

He placed a quick kiss on her temple. “Appa is just tired. Forgive me?”

A series of giggles escaped from Minjee, and her grumpy facade dissolved as Jaemin peppered kisses over her face. Minjee ended up snuggled in the middle of him and Jeno, finally quiet and content sandwiched between the two.

-

Jeno always puts Minjee to bed on Friday’s, and when she was finally sleeping he made his way back into their room, met with Jaemin already tucked into bed and mindlessly scrolling through his phone.

“Are you doing okay, Jaem?” He asked, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it in the corner.

“Yeah.” Jaemin put down his phone. “I’m just tired.”

“That’s it?”

The younger gave a slow nod.

Jeno slipped under the covers next to him. “You seemed extra annoyed tonight.” Observation, not accusation.

“I know, I feel bad.” Jaemin turned on his side to face him. “I hate when I get annoyed by her.”

The older offered a reassuring smile. “It happens to the best of us.”

“Still. It was just a long day.”

“I think she knows that, in her own special way.”

“Probably. If she gets any smarter I don’t know how I’ll ever answer any of her questions.”

That comment made Jeno laugh. “Tell me about it.”

The bedside lamp was quickly turned off and Jaemin melted into the mattress. His eyes fluttered shut and sleep lingered over him. Jeno draped an arm around Jaemin’s waist, tugging him closer and flush against his frame. Jaemin let out a contented sigh, the two wordlessly resigning themselves. His foot searched for Jeno’s underneath the blankets for more of a reassurance than anything else, reaching for every last inch to bind him to his husband.

Jeno shifted behind him, tucking his face into the crevice of Jaemin’s neck and grip tightening.

“You’re so warm.” He mumbled against his skin.

Jaemin’s eyes stayed closed as a knowing grin crept onto his lips. “You always wait until I’m half asleep to start something.”

“Can’t help it.” Jeno murmured, turning the younger to face him.

Jaemin let himself be moved until they were nose to nose, bodies parallel. Jaemin threw a leg across Jeno’s waist, pulling him impossibly close. “I’ve missed you.”

Between all that they balanced and the nights where they slept the moment their head hit the pillow, intimacy of any kind had become intermittent. The days of care-free, almost nightly, rough and noisy sex were past them - they were now limited to the confines of their bedroom when used to every surface of their home was an option, they were required to swallow their moans and pleas that once echoed down the hall and spilled into every corner of their home. Not that that is what made their sex life great, but it was the ability to fully surrender without a thought about anything else, when now, there was everything else demanding their attention.

In a wordless exchange of fluidity and familiarity their mouths met in the middle. They didn’t need light to find each other as the room remained dark. Jeno kissed him deep and slow, which Jaemin knew was the most dangerous. A hungry Jeno was quick, a starving Jeno took his time - he let him fall apart under the palm of his hand, guiding and coaxing him to a peak of pleasure that only he knew how to bring Jaemin too. Jeno’s hands smoothed under Jaemin’s shirt and up his back, clutching him closer. A moaned sigh slipped from Jaemin into the older’s mouth and he rolled his hips against the latter - their clothed and half hard members teasing at the other through fabric and friction.

Jaemin used the weight of his leg across Jeno’s hip to push him onto his back, crawling on top of the older to straddle him, lips still meshing and melting together in a leisure trading of spit that pooled into the corners of their mouths. Jeno smiled into their kiss when Jaemin nipped at his bottom lip, tongue following across where his teeth had sunk into, hips rutting down against his lap.

“Eager?” Jeno breathed, hands trailing down to grab at Jaemin’s ass. He pushed Jaemin’s hip down and forward.

Jaemin’s moan morphed into a sigh. “Please.” Was all he could muster.

“This why you’ve been so annoyed lately?” Jeno pulled Jaemin’s shirt over his head. “Because you missed me?”

Jaemin dropped his head onto Jeno’s shoulder, nodding with a hum.

Jeno helped Jaemin rid the rest of his clothing, next his own, before he flipped their positions and laid Jaemin down gently, hovering over him. The room was still dark and their eyes fought to adjust to it as the moon struggled to produce any substantial light through their window. But there was something about the darkness - where only habit and ease prevailed across their naked frames and wandering hands that convinced them each to keep the lights off.

Jaemin’s legs spread easily and Jeno settled between them - his mouth focused on the younger’s right nipple as he teased a finger around Jaemin’s hole. It had been weeks since they’d done anything more than a quick hand or blow job, and Jaemin was eager to be worked open, his body craving the fullness that Jeno brought him. He tossed his head back against the pillow, willing himself patience as he desperately wanted to push against Jeno’s hand and fuck himself on his fingers. He twisted the sheets by his sides.

Jaemin eventually resorted to biting into his forearm and pillow to contain the desperate, borderline-sobs that bubbled from his mouth as Jeno’s continued to work him open, his three fingers knuckles deep past his rim, tongue and lips still skillfully circling Jaemin’s reddened nipples as he writhed beneath his hold at the stimulation.

“Jeno-ya, please-” His chest heaved, squirming, aching, desperate.

The older removed his mouth from Jaemin’s chest and placed a chaste kiss on his forehead. “God I want you so bad.” He spoke, voice low.

“Be in me.” Jaemin panted, angling his hips to find Jeno’s own. “Please be in me.”

One of Jeno’s hands gripped at the flesh of Jaemin’s waist, steadying him. His other pumped a couple of strokes on his cock before he lined up with Jaemin’s entrance. It had been so long. Jeno pressed the tip against Jaemin’s hole, teasingly tracing circles with a smirk.

“If you don’t put it in, I swear to god.” Jaemin warned, attempting a threat that only sounded pathetic.

“You’ll what?” Jeno pushed the head in, going no further.

Jaemin’s jaw fell slack, words broken in his throat as the stretch silenced.

The older pulled back out, enjoying the slow tease at his husband's expense.

“P-please.” Jaemin’s beg was a whisper. “Please.”

Jeno leaned down to kiss him, taking his lips into his own, sloppy and wet with puffy red lips slick with spit. “Okay, baby.” He muttered, hand guiding himself back to the Jaemin’s hole before he pushed back inside, unable to drag it out any longer, his own hunger gnawing at him. He buried his face in the crook of Jaemin’s neck, concealing his groans as he slid into the younger’s tight heat. He swallowed back his own moans as his husband's walls enveloped him, pulsing around him and pulling him deeper.

Jaemin trembled as he took him in, the stretch fighting between discomfort and a euphoric memory of being open on Jeno’s cock. “O-oh my god.” His body stiffened, then relaxed, muscles giving way like liquid as Jeno neared bottoming out. His hands wrapped around his husband's broad shoulders, grounding him. He gave an experimental rake of his nails across his skin.

A low laugh vibrated against his neck as Jeno smiled. “You feel so fucking good on me.” He encouraged, stilling his hips to give Jaemin time to adjust to him again. Jeno reconnected their lips to drown out the whimpers building on the tip of Jaemin’s tongue, always desperate and considerably more loud and needy with the more time between him being on Jeno’s cock. Just as Jeno gave a rough, yet shallow thrust a sound came from the other end of the room.

“Did you hear that?” Jaemin broke their kiss to look over Jeno’s shoulder, his senses always on guard.

Jeno moved his lips to the younger’s neck, unwilling to put anything on pause. “No.”

The sound echoed again. This time, Jeno heard it too. “Fuck.”

“Appa? Daddy?” Minjee’s tired voice calmed after another set of quiet knocks on their door.

Jaemin pushed his husband off of him, scrambling to ensure their blankets were covering them. Jeno hopped up, reaching around the dark floor for his pants.

“Y-yes baby?” Jeno questioned, fumbling around as he slipped on Jaemin’s sweats and flipped on a light.

Jaemin sunk lower beneath the blankets.

“I can’t sleep.” Their daughter’s voice was muffled against the wooden barrier. “Can I come in?”

Thank god Jeno had locked it.

“I should’ve known it was too good to be true.” Jaemin pulled the blanket up to his nose to conceal his flush and forming smile. He squirmed as he shook away the feeling of Jeno inside of him only moments prior.

Jeno playfully rolled his eyes. “I’m not done with you.” He whispered.

The older walked to their door and flipped the lock and opened the door to reveal a half-asleep Minjee clutching her bunny in one arm.

“What’s wrong, Jee?” Jeno crouched down.

The little girl rubbed at her tired eyes. “I had a bad dream. Can I sleep with you?”

“You know you need to sleep in your room baby.” Jeno’s voice was calm, but Jaemin could hear his urgency to get back into bed.

“But my dream was really scary.” Minjee whined. “Please?”

“I’ll come sit with you until you fall asleep, how but that?” Jeno proposed.

Minjee rocked on her feet. “I want Appa too.”

Jaemin’s heart flexed in his chest, fondness and affection attempting to butt in. He sat up on his forearms. “Come here, Jee.”

Jeno gave a resigned smile while a wide grin spread across their daughter’s face as she bounded up to the side of their bed. She was tall enough to crawl in with them now, but she still paused with her chin even with the edge of the mattress and reached her arms up and out.

Jaemin swooned. “My baby.” He cooed, twisting his upper half to wrap his arms around her, placing a kiss atop her head. He smoothed his hand over her hair. “Let daddy take you back to your room, okay? We’re both just right down the hall.”

Minjee pouted. “But I wanna stay here.”

“I know.” Jaemin pinched at her cheeks, round and fluffy with hints of heat from her pillow still sitting. “But you’re a big girl. Daddy can wait with you until you fall asleep.”

“But what if I wake up again?”

Jeno raised a knowing brow from the foot of the bed when Jaemin met his eye. God he looked good with ruffled hair, pink cheeks, and Jaemin’s sweats.

“I’m sure you won’t. You can’t have the same bad dream again.” Jaemin reassured. “Daddy’s a doctor, let him do his doctory things.”

Minjee’s eyes widened. “Daddy can fix bad dreams?”

“Of course.” Jaemin spoke surely. “If he can fix a broken arm he can fix your bad dreams too.”

“Really?!” Her voice sounded too excited for being up so late.

Jeno finally joined their conversation. “Yes, but we have to go back to your room. Appa can’t know the secret doctor stuff, just us.”

Minjee tapped her hand against Jaemin’s cheek before she walked back to Jeno, dragging her stuffed bunny behind her and taking Jeno’s hand in her free one. “Yeah, we can’t let him know the magic stuffs.”

“Exactly.” Jeno looked over his shoulder and winked, leading them back towards Minjee’s room.

With a defeated sigh Jaemin flopped back against the pillows, eyes trained on the lamp. It was just out of reach and he was too tired to move to switch it off, his energy disapating at the absence of his husband inside of him. He realized tonight he needed to get laid, needed Jeno to help take the edge off and fuck him hard enough he was reminded of it in the morning.

A curious hand wandered to where his softening cock lay against his stomach, then trailing between his legs to tentatively trace his slick, worked-open hole. He hissed through his teeth as he a dipped his index finger past the rim, mouth falling open in a silent moan. Jaemin’s eyes shut as he pumped his finger in and out of himself, slow and methodical. The ghost of Jeno’s cock stretching his walls still lingered, the weight of his hands digging into his sides was imprinted against his hips. Jaemin whined, taking himself into his other hand, coaxing his member to hardness. It was sloppy, the rhythm of his strokes and thrusts of his fingers. Images of Jeno in low riding sweatpants, hand combing through his already disheveled hair, an aroused flush tinting his skin. Jaemin almost grinned at the the disparity of the mental images he conjured up to get himself off now versus when his relationship with Jeno was new - his brain now preferring the domestic look of his husband over the perfectly toned and flexed muscles of their earlier youth.

He drug his lip between his teeth, chest rising and falling quickly as he felt the pressure building. A gasp left his mouth when he slipped in a second finger. Jaemin panted, his head lulling against the pillows, hips rutting upwards in an unmet desire to be filled. He could feel his orgasm approaching. He almost felt guilty, he almost removed his hands all together but in one final memory of his husband’s cock buried deep against his walls he came without warning. His back arched from the bed as strings of come filled his palm and leaked onto his stomach - his hole pulsing around his digits as a moan broke free from his mouth. He pumped his hand around his member, the sound of come slicking across the length of his cock sending a shiver down his spine, limbs tremurring as he settled from his high.

Jaemin groaned in instant relief, he hadn’t realized to what extent he needed to get off. He removed his hands, sticky with come and preexisting lube. He should really get up and clean himself off, but the weight of fatigue has settled too heavily across him - already from the day and an added layer from the calm following his high. He wiped his palms across his stomach, pools of come already drying on the plushness of his tummy. He stared at the bathroom door, willing himself through its entrance. He was transported back to his teenage years of not taking pride in cleaning up, but he was far too tired now to stand. He could do laundry tomorrow, their bedding was due for a wash anyway - at least, this is what he reassured himself of as he rolled onto his sleep, instantly falling asleep.

-

The sound of the lamp switching off drew his attention back from the depths of his fatigue, though his eyelids were too heavy to open. A weight settled behind him, blankets ruffling as Jeno joined him back in bed. Jaemin hummed in acknowledgment of his husband returning.

Jeno shimmied closer, tucking himself again Jaemin’s back. “She’s finally asleep.”

Jaemin gave a deep exhale in reply, pushing himself closer to the body behind him.

Jeno wrapped his hand around the younger’s waist before he smoothed over the dry patch of come on his stomach. Jeno lifted slightly at the realization. “Did you-“

“Yes.” Jaemin answered before the question could be finished, words mumbled and muted against his pillow.. “Couldn’t help it.”

His husbands pressed firm against his abdomen. “Dirty boy.” He placed a kiss on the back of his neck. “Wish I could’ve watched.”

Jaemin smiled. “Maybe next time.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

-

The color behind his eyelids shifted from black to white as the sun shined proudly through their window. Saturday morning finally showed her face again after a busy week, and that meant everyone in the house could sleep in. Jisung was in charge on the weekends, and Jaemin was free unless there were more demanding orders to be filled. Today was not one of those days. He rolled onto his back as he began to stir. He knew Jeno wasn’t in bed, and he reasoned Minjee probably wasn’t either.

He peeled his eyes open, sucking in a deep breath as he acclimated to being back in the present. He blinked away the remaining heaviness of sleep and rolled to check the time. It was late morning, almost half past ten. He knew he couldn’t linger in bed, it wouldn’t be fair, but a warmth of appreciation budded in his chest in the selflessness of his husband to let him sleep.

Jaemin detached himself from the mattress and pulled the sheets off along with him. He showered and freshened up, changing into a set of loose clothing before he carried the bedding downstairs to the laundry room. Half way down the stairs he heard his first set of giggles from Minjee and Jeno.

“Hi guys.” He smiled when he stepped off the last step.

Minjee beamed and hopped up from her place on the living room floor. “Appa!” She ran, arms wide open and flunch herself against Jaemin’s legs. “You’re awake, you’re awake!” She wrapped her arms around his knee, peering up at him.

“Finally, right Jee?” Jeno was also sitting in the floor in the middle of the room, smile as wide as their daughters.

“Appa was tired.” Jaemin answered for himself.

“I’m sure he was.” Jeno teased in indeuidic reference.

With a playful raise of his brow Jaemin held up the ball of blankets and sheets in his arms in reply.

“What’re we doing today?” Minjee followed her dad to the laundry room. “Daddy said we can do anything.”

Jaemin shoved the bedding into the washer. “Did he?”

“Yes, and last night when he was telling me the doctor stuff he said if I got good rest we could do fun stuff, and I got rested so now we can do fun stuff!”

The washer chimed as it began its cycle. “Hmm.” Jaemin hummed thoughtfully, scooping Minjee into his arms and carrying her back out to the main room. “What sounds fun?”

“I wanna do a picnic!” She announced, voice resounding with enthusiasm. “You can cook the food and daddy can carry it there.”

“Oh I like that idea.” Jaemin glanced to where Jeno was now laid across the couch. “You hear that daddy? You get to carry it.” He sat Minjee back down.

Jaemin poured coffee into his favorite pink mug. “Baby, go pick your outfit for today.”

Minjee squealed, instantly jumping back towards the stairs. “I’m gonna wear my sparkly skirt and the purple ruffle shirt!” Her new favorite phase was picking out her own clothes.

With Minjee out of sight and ear shot Jeno wrapped both arms around Jaemin’s waist, nestling his chin atop his shoulder. “Why do you always smell like you’re trying to get me into bed again?” He placed a long kiss against Jaemin’s neck.

“It’s just coffee.” Jaemin laughed without turning to face him, he fought to contain his smirk.

“You and coffee.” Jeno mumbled. “Dangerous combination.”

The younger rested back against Jeno’s frame. “Flirting first thing in the morning huh?”

“Well, if I remember right-“ He carefully spun Jaemin to face him, trapping him against himself and the counter. “We have unfinished business.”

Jaemin replied with pressing a kiss onto Jeno’s lips, biting back his smile as their noses brushed. The older’s hands dropped to hold him by the hips, fingers grabbing at the flesh and thumbs massaging careful circles against his hipbones. Their kiss was quiet, unrushed, soaking up any moment of privacy that was quickly short lived as they heard Minjee thumping back down the stairs.

They separated and resumed their tasks as if it hadn’t happened, but not before Jeno planted an echoing hand across Jaemin’s ass.

“Those pants look good on you.” He added, referencing the flowy and shapeless sweats Jaemin had thrown on - the kind that concealed most of his shape but hugged his hips in all the right ways.

Jaemin added a hushed, “You can take them off me later.”

Before Jeno’s reply was cut short by their daughter bounding in.

“I’m gonna bring my bunny and my bear stuffie with us, okay?” It wasn’t a question, but a heads up.

Jeno walked past her. “Only if you promise to be in charge of them.”

“I’ll take good care of them I promise!”

Jaemin cradled his coffee in his hands. “What should we make for lunch then?”

“Well daddy made us breakfast this morning but you didn’t have any.”

The younger laughed at the total avoidance of his question. “Okay and what should we all have for lunch? For our picnic.”

Minjee hummed in thought. “Something that my bear and bunny will like.”

“Got it.” Jaemin opened the fridge.

“Minjee-ah, come get dressed.” Jeno called from the other room.

His life had never sounded so sweet.

-

“We have everything right?” Jaemin looked inside his bag to triple check they’d brought all that they needed for their day out, his sun glasses slipping down to the tip of his nose.

Jeno locked the front door. “Yes, babe.” He guided them down the front steps and to the sidewalk, arm gently leading Minjee who rambled to herself and her plushies.

“All the lights got turned off?”

“Yes.”

“Wait, I put the bedding from the washer in the dryer right?”

“I switched it over while you got dressed.”

Jaemin huffed. “Oh yeah.”

The walked in the direction of the park.

“Wait, did I-”

A smile curled from Jeno’s lips to his eyes. “Yes, don’t worry about it.” His hand smoothed over the Jaemin’s shoulders.

Jaemin relaxed and a ball of affection grew in his chest.

-

Minjee couldn’t have suggested a better day for a picnic, it was as if she had a sixth sense for choosing the best days for the best activities, and Jeno and Jaemin were glad to tag along. Their daughter was their world and everything in it. They speak often about how they can’t imagine their lives without her now, or how they ever lived as happily before she was born.

They spent the afternoon and into early evening at the park, blanket laid across a grassy hill with a spread of food worked up by Jaemin. Minjee’s bunny and bear plushie sat propped against a container and bottle of water - she switched back and forth between ensuring they too, had something to eat.

Minjee reflected the care they both showed to her. She possessed the quiet mindfulness of Jeno and the boundless energy of Jaemin, she was a perfect mixture of all they loved about each other, bundled into one human being, the walking representation of the love they created together.

On the way back home Minjee chased the emerging butterflies and said hello to everyone they passed on the sidewalk. She walked in front of Jeno and Jaemin who walked with shoulders brushing and hushed murmurs recounting their day and other trails of conversation. She picked a tiny fistful of wildflowers and insisted to bring them home to keep in her room, and greeted a neighbors cat who sat at the end of their drive,

When they made it back home Jaemin helped her freshen up and change into her pajamas. Jeno washed and put away everything from the day before the three of them curled up together on the couch, Minjee tucked in between them. It wasn’t long before her head fell again Jeno’s side, fast asleep with occsssion twitching limbs as she slipped deeper into rest. They absorbed the quiet, the T.V. that was playing with no volume being their only source of light now that the sun had officially gone to sleep.

“Jeno-ya.” Jaemin rolled his head against the couch to look at the older.

Jeno was laying gentle pets through Minjee’s hair. “Hm?” He hummed, eyes pressing for the younger to continue.

“How did we ever live without her?” He asked. A routine question that played in his mind without an answer.

Jeno smiled down at the girl between them, body curled into both of them, soft breaths exiting her nose. “I ask myself that so much.”

They sat unmoving for a few moments more before Jeno carefully gathered her into his arms, careful not to wake her as he carried her up the stairs and into her room. Jaemin trailed behind them, heart swelling to what felt like was past its limit as he watched his dream life unfolding before his eyes.

“I’ll stay with her a minute.” Jaemin whispered when Jeno situated her in bed. He only nodded and kissed the top of Jaemin’s hair before he headed back to their room.

He sat on the edge of her bed, watching as she slept as if she’d vanish if he looked away. He’d never known a love as deep and unconditional until Minjee came into their world.

When he was younger his future was more of a feeling than an image to strive for. He didn’t know what the future looked like, but he knew what it was suppose to feel like. He’d known he would live a life of warmth and contentment even amidst the rough and overwhelming days that tested his patience, and that answer came in the form of Jeno and Minjee, the future he’d been feeling for his entire life.

-

Jaemin closed the door carefully behind him, then tip toeing back down the hall. Soft light peaked from beneath their door, he let himself in and the running shower was muffled from behind the bathroom walls. He knocked on the bathroom door before he opened it, steam instantly wafting out and pulling him in.

“I’m back, babe.” He spoke.

“I’m almost done.” Jeno called, water thumping against the tile. “You should join me.”

“I already showered.” Jaemin began to brush his teeth.

A cap popped open. “But not with me.”

Jaemin hummed around his toothbrush. “You wish.”

“Please?”

Jaemin could almost envision the pout. He resigned with a sigh before rinsing his mouth. “Fine. I’ll be right back.”

He walked back out to the room and threw the sheets and blankets back onto their bed. He fluffed the pillows and smoothed down the fabric, arranging everything how they like it. The bed called to him, his tired mind and body habitually slipping beneath the clean sheets that smelled like lavender. The tiredness forming behind his eyes and the distraction of his task polluted his memory.

He scrolled mindlessly through his phone until the bathroom door opened.

“Why are you in bed?” Jeno frowned, pouting. “You were supposed to come join me.”

Jaemin looked in his direction, instantly dropping his phone to the bedside table with a gasp. “Babe I’m sorry.”

Jeno walked over to him, pulling the blankets back and slipping in underneath, grabbing tight to Jaemin and tugging him close.

A giggle fell from Jaemin. “Wait..” He squirmed. “Are you still naked?” He let his hands smooth around Jeno’s bare torso and back.

“Saved myself the extra step.” Jeno grinned.

Jaemin hummed. “You’ve been thinking about this haven’t you?”

“All day.” Jeno kissed the younger’s nose. “You’re wearing too much.” His hands tugged at the hem of Jaemin’s shirt.

Jaemin let out a playful scoff. “Eager much?”

“Can’t help it.” Jeno repeated, parroting the younger’s excuse from the night before. He rolled on top of Jaemin, pinning him down on the bed as his hardening member rested on the younger’s inner thigh. “Want you so bad.”

Jaemin let himself be moved. “Is that why you wanted me in the shower?”

Jeno pulled Jaemin’s shirt up over his head, discarding it in the floor before his lips mouthed at the younger’s collarbone. “Maybe.”

“Who’s the dirty one now?”

“Both of us.”

“Ah-” Jaemin winced as Jeno sunk his teeth into the flesh of his shoulder.

“God, I’ve wanted you all day.” His husband mumbled as his hands and mouth roam across Jaemin’s bare skin, nipping and sucking soft bruises on his collarbones and pecks. He swiped his tongue across one of Jaemin’s nipples, the younger responding with a choked moan and arching back. “You’re so fucking pretty, Jaem.”

A whine left Jaemin’s lips, surrending himself. “How do you want me?” He blinked through his lashes, flush already rising on his cheeks and breathing stuttering. He was so easy with his husband.

“Fuck.” Jeno sat back on his heels. “On your stomach.”

Jeno helped him shimmy his pants and underwear off, flipping him over and positioned a pillow under his hips. Jaemin moaned into the fabric bunched at the head board, fingers tangling in the sheets as Jeno fingered him back open. The sound of lube being pumped in and out of his echoed between them, mixed with Jaemin’s mewls and preening as he squirmed up Jeno’s touch. He looked back over his shoulder to watch Jeno’s wrist work between his legs and a moan spilled from him when he took notice of Jeno’s stroking his own cock at the sight of his husband splayed beneath him.

“You’re doing so well, love.” He encouraged, adding a third digit and massaging against Jaemin’s walls and teasing at his prostate.

Jaemin’s words were muffled as he buried his face into the pillows. “Fuck, please-” He rutted his hips against the pillow under him, propping him up and adding friction to his own leaking member. He just washed the sheets, but he didn’t have it in him to care that they’d need to be washed again tomorrow.

He gasp when he felt one of Jeno’s hands on the curve of his ass, steadying himself as he lined himself up with Jaemin’s entrance. He pushed his hips back, reaching for the feeling of being full. When the head of Jeno’s cock slipped past his rim they both let out a simultaneous groan at the relief.

Since Jaemin had been decently worked open then and the night before, Jeno didn’t give him as much time to adjust before he thrust into him fully. Jaemin’s fisted the sheets tighter and his whines were drowned out by the bedding. Jeno kept a hand holding Jaemin’s hips as he began to shallowing fuck into his, the sound of his body meeting Jaemin’s ass echoing in the room.

“Fuck.” Jeno almost growled, eyes trained at where his cock was disappearing into Jaemin’s hole. “You take me so good, so fucking easy, fuck.”

The roughness and rhythm at the pace Jeno set pushed Jaemin’s own dick to rub against the pillow beneath him. He met Jeno’s thrust, rocking back and letting himself hump the plush mound.

Jaemin moaned, long and low as he let his cock drag across the bedding.

“Yeah? You like that?” Jeno challenged.

Jaemin nodded wordlessly, before he tightened his hole around Jeno.

“Ah, shit.” Jeno stilled with a laugh. “Don’t do that.” He panted.

Pride spiked in Jaemin, knowing how weak the feeling of his hole pulsing around Jeno made him. He did it once, then twice more, drinking the choked moans that tumbled from husband as he collapsed over top of him.

Jeno kissed behind his ear before he resumed his rough trusting, humming in satisfaction as he felt Jaemin’s hole flutter around him.

“I’m not gonna last, baby.” Jeno whined, his rhythm faltering.

“Come in me.” Jaemin’s voice cracked as he continued to rut against the pillow beneath him.

“Yeah?” Jeno’s thrusts stuttered. “Want me to fill you up?”

Jaemin nodded. “Pl-please.”

Jeno snaked a hand to cover Jaemin’s mouth, knowing already how difficult it was going to be for his husband to stay decently quiet - with the added friction of the pillow and the sharp angle of his hips now meticulously hitting his prostate.

“Fuck, Jaem.” He buried his head in the younger’s neck. He could feel Jaemin tensing beneath him, both of their highs rapidly building. “Fuck.”
Jeno repeated, biting his lip as his thrusts grew sloppy and uncalculated.

The younger whined against his palm, pliant and hole pulsing.

“Oh my god you feel so good on me.” Jeno muttered, panting and holding back his own whines as pressure built in his abdomen. “Feel so good, baby-”

Jaemin’s body went lax, then rigid, and Jeno knew then he had come - untouched, by the friction of his dick rutting against the pillow and his prostate being fucked against. That was all it took for Jeno to choke down a series of moans as he came, hushing himself as to not let his pleasure echo outside of their room. He fucked Jaemin through his own orgasm, not minding how the younger squirmed and whined below him from overstimulation and the sensation of taking Jeno’s come.

Jeno sat back up, hands gripping the flesh of Jaemin’s ass as he shallow drug his cock in and out, watching as pools of milky white leaked from his hole ans down the back of Jaemin’s thighs.

Jaemin propped himself up on his forearms, head dropping and chest panting as he collected himself.
“Oh my god.” He breathed. “I needed that so fucking bad.”

A breathy laugh fell from Jeno, eyes fixed on where they were still connected. “Me too, fuck.” He gave a final tentative rock of his hips, Jaemin gasping before he slowly pulled out, hissing from the sight of his come dribbling from the younger’s fluttering hole.

“It’s been way too long.” Jaemin laughed, twisting partially to lay on his back, grin adorning his face, chest slowly evening with his breaths. “We need Jisung to take Minjee for a night.”

Jeno laid down next to him. “You trust him enough to have her the whole night?”

“Yeah, enough for this.”

The older laid a gentle, playful smack on Jaemin’s shoulder. “You’re bad.”

“For you, yes.” Jaemin smacked an air kiss in Jeno’s direction. “You got your wish though, I need to shower again.”

Jeno stretched, a broken groan following his arms above his head.“My plan worked.”

“You’re in charge of the sheets tomorrow though.” Jaemin flipped the blankets away from him, standing up.

“Deal.”

“So.” Jaemin started, leaning back across the bed to grab Jeno’s hand in his own. “What about another baby?”