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Donghyuck’s skin was burning hot. He only realized it when he let his head drop to the window, forehead pressing to the glass, which was damp and cold against his fevered skin. He gasped softly, eyes fluttering shut as the chill sank in, relief flickering for a brief moment. The condensation smeared beneath his skin, but he didn’t pull away.

His stomach lurched every now and then, bile creeping up his throat before sinking back down again. Each bump in the road jolted him, rattling through his bones, making his forehead knock lightly against the window. He barely reacted. His hands were limp in his lap, fingers numb, like they didn’t quite belong to him.

He tried to open his eyes. The effort alone made his head throb. Everything was blurred, he couldn’t tell if it was the fogged glass or his own vision failing him. Streetlights passed by as faint, glowing orbs, trembling and stretching as the car moved.

He shut his eyes again. A pained breath tried to escape him, turning into a small, broken sound, but he stopped it by pressing his lips together hard. His breathing came out in choppy bursts through his nose, and his chest hurt with the effort of keeping it contained. He focused on that instead of the nausea, instead of the heat pooling under his skin. 

He wanted to be back in his room. In his bed. He wanted his blankets pulled up to his chin. He shouldn’t have gone out tonight. He should’ve listened to Jaemin and stayed in. Maybe drank beer and listened to music, Jaemin always played good music through the speakers. He had an annoying talent for things like that. Taste, timing. Everything really.

Jaemin had told him it was cold outside. Told him he was still recovering from the flu that had knocked him flat last week, immune system weak, body not ready yet. Donghyuck hadn’t listened, of course. It was the weekend before New Year’s Eve, and everyone was out—everyone except Jaemin, who got teased for staying in, for acting like a grandpa whenever the weather dipped. But right now, slumped against a rattling window, skin on fire, stomach churning, Donghyuck felt stupid for laughing it off. He felt like he was dying. He missed the version of himself from earlier that night, the one who had felt mostly fine, the one who hadn’t been fighting his own body in the backseat of a car, just trying not to throw up.

Donghyuck drifted into a shallow, uneasy sleep at some point. It wasn’t rest so much as his body giving up for a few minutes. Sounds filtered through him in pieces; the low hum of the engine, the tires on wet pavement, the radio murmuring quietly up front. A slow, mournful ballad was playing. It fit too well with how he felt. Miserable. Pathetic.

Even half asleep, his mind wouldn’t leave him alone. He scolded himself over and over for tonight. For going out. For pretending he was fine. Reckless in a way that wasn’t even fun, just stupid. More reckless than usual, which said a lot. His body felt like it was punishing him for it now, making sure he understood.

The car came to a stop. His eyes opened before the driver spoke, body reacting before his brain fully caught up. The sudden stillness made his stomach twist sharply, the nausea flaring instead of settling.

“Are ya awake back there? We’re here.”

The gruff voice made him flinch. His eyes closed again instinctively, just for a second, before he forced them open. He straightened carefully, inch by inch, swallowing hard as nausea surged up again. He held it down through sheer stubbornness, jaw tight, breathing shallow. The last thing he wanted was to throw up in the back of a cab.

His gaze lifted and caught the driver’s eyes in the rearview mirror. The look he got in return was full of annoyance and disgust, something close to contempt. It felt like a punch right where his gut was already twisting in on itself.

Donghyuck looked away first.

He dug through his pockets clumsily, fingers shaking as he searched for cash. When he finally pulled out what money he had, he handed it forward without a word, not bothering to check the amount. He didn’t trust himself to speak.

He didn’t wait for his change. He pushed the door open and stepped out, the cold night air slamming into him hard. His foot slipped as he stood, balance wavering, and he grabbed the door to steady himself, breath coming out sharp through his nose.

“Do ya mind?” the driver snapped.

Donghyuck didn’t even have the energy to roll his eyes or come up with a snarky comeback. He just closed the door. He wanted to slam it, really, but his body didn’t have that kind of force left in it.

The driver muttered something under his breath as he pulled away, words lost to the engine and Donghyuck’s foggy head. The car disappeared down the street, red taillights shrinking into the dark.

“Fuck you, too. Old man,” Donghyuck mumbled under his breath.

He stood there for a second longer than necessary, gathering himself, head spinning, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets. Then he started toward his apartment, steps uneven, shoulders hunched against the cold. He focused on the building ahead like it was a lifeline.

He hoped Jaemin was still awake. He really needed him right now.

“Ah—shit.” 

Donghyuck cursed for what had to be the tenth time as he fumbled with the keys. Why did he have so many fucking keys? 

None of them looked right. None of them wanted to work, and his fingers felt thick and uncooperative, like they didn’t quite respond when he told them to move.

He pressed one hand to his churning stomach, breathing raggedly through his nose, barely keeping himself together as he tried another key. His vision swam. The metal scraped uselessly against the door. His fingers missed the slot again, and he hiccupped, bile burning the back of his throat.

“Fuck my life,” he muttered miserably.

The urge to cry crept up on him out of nowhere. He just needed to get inside. That was it. Inside, then he could throw up. Preferably with Jaemin there, one hand steadying his head, the other pushing his hair back like he always did. Then he could peel off these stupid clubbing clothes that clung to him, damp and tight and wrong, reeking of alcohol and sweat and other people’s perfumes. He hated how they felt against his skin now.

Another attempt. Another miss.

“Son of a bitch—” His breath hitched when the keys slipped from his fingers entirely, clattering to the floor and echoing loudly down the quiet corridor.

“Fuck,” he swallowed thickly as his stomach rolled again, acid scorching its way up his throat. He gagged softly, eyes squeezing shut.

“Jaemin,” he breathed.

He leaned forward, forehead pressing against the cool wood of the door, palms flattening against it for support. The cold seeped into his skin, grounding him just enough to stay upright.

“Wake up, please.”

For a second, he thought about pulling his phone out and calling him. The idea felt exhausting. It was past three in the morning. Jaemin was probably asleep, passed out in his bed, warm and comfortable, wearing those soft pajamas he liked. Cocooned in his fluffy duvet, completely unaware that Donghyuck was falling apart on the other side of the door.

Donghyuck closed his eyes.

He wanted him so badly it hurt. Wanted to crawl under those covers, press himself close, steal Jaemin’s body heat. Jaemin always smelled good. Sweet. Like vanilla whipped cream, like warm cookies fresh out of the oven. The thought made his stomach revolt again even as his mouth watered.

God, he wanted a cookie.

“Please,” he whispered, not even sure who he was begging anymore.

His knees started to tremble, the strength draining out of them bit by bit. His head pulsed in slow, heavy waves, pain blooming behind his eyes. His body felt wrong, distant, like it was slowly shutting down the longer he stood there.

“Jae—”

He didn’t get to finish.

The door swung open suddenly, fast enough to startle him forward. He stumbled, balance completely gone, arms flailing uselessly. His eyes flew open just in time to register a groggy, annoyed-looking Jaemin in front of him before everything tilted.

Jaemin caught him around the waist just before he hit the floor.

Donghyuck sagged into him immediately, all dead weight and heat, a shaky breath tearing out of his chest as he clutched at Jaemin’s shirt. Jaemin cursed under his breath, tightening his hold instinctively, feet bracing as he steadied them both.

“Jaemin,” Donghyuck sighed, the name breaking halfway into a weak, cracked sob. “You’re awake.”

“You woke me up,” Jaemin corrected gruffly, already hauling him inside by instinct. “God, you reek so bad. Did someone piss on you or something?”

“Mean,” Donghyuck mumbled, arms tightening reflexively around Jaemin when he tried to peel him off.

“Get off me,” Jaemin snapped tiredly, shoving at his shoulders. “You’re so heavy.”

“Jaem, I’m dying,” Donghyuck whined, words slurring together as he dragged his feet. “Need to throw up. Like. Right now.”

“I’m not doing this,” Jaemin muttered to himself, trying again to push him away. “Hold on—just—damn it.”

Donghyuck let his weight sink even more, legs turning useless, forcing Jaemin to swear under his breath as he adjusted his grip and half-dragged, half-carried him toward the bathroom. Jaemin walked backward for a step, then sideways, bracing himself, grumbling the entire time.

Donghyuck’s eyes were closed now. He barely noticed where they were going. He just breathed Jaemin in. The clean warmth of his skin, the faint musk of sleep, that soft, sweet, milky scent from the lotion he always used. It filled his lungs and soothed something frantic inside him.

“Mmm,” Donghyuck hummed lazily as Jaemin fumbled with the bathroom door one-handed, cursing quietly. “You smell so fucking good. Wanna eat you up.”

Jaemin froze.

His hand stilled on the door handle. His body went rigid for a beat, spine straightening like he’d just been shocked awake.

Donghyuck was too out of it to notice. He nuzzled closer, nose brushing against Jaemin’s neck, inhaling deeply again, rubbing there without any thought behind it. Just seeking comfort and heat and familiarity.

“You’re piss drunk, huh,” Jaemin said after a moment. He sighed hard, the sound long-suffering, and finally pushed the door open.

The bathroom light clicked on. Donghyuck heard it more than saw it, eyes still squeezed shut, head swimming.

“Drunk and high,” Donghyuck mumbled.

Jaemin got him inside and turned them around with a clumsy shuffle. His hands came up firmly this time, gripping Donghyuck’s arms and peeling them off his shoulders. He maneuvered him down to sit on the cool tile, one hand steady at his shoulder so he wouldn’t tip over.

Donghyuck let himself be pushed away, slumping forward slightly, breathing heavy, completely spent.

“High?” Jaemin echoed after a second. “High on what?”

Donghyuck finally let his eyes open—then immediately squeezed them shut again, one arm shooting up to shield his face from the bathroom’s harsh light.

“Shit—turn that off,” he whined.

“High on what,” Jaemin asked again, sharper this time, patience clearly wearing thin.

Donghyuck braced one palm against the cool tile and tried again, slower. He blinked hard, eyes watering as the light stabbed straight through his skull, settling behind his eyes like a nail.

“I don’t know,” he muttered. “Something.”

His arm dropped uselessly to his side.

Jaemin sighed. “Something like what. A pill? Something sniffed? A syringe—”

“What the fuck?” Donghyuck snapped, trying to glare up at him. The movement made the room spin violently, and he had to drop his gaze to the dark tiles before he tipped over. “What do you take me for?”

“I don’t know,” Jaemin said flatly. “You tell me.”

“It was a pill, okay!” Donghyuck burst out. “I didn’t even know. This girl I was dancing with—she shoved her tongue in my mouth and basically forced it down my throat.”

Jaemin went quiet for a beat.

“Jesus,” he said finally, sounding more exhausted than angry now. “I told you not to go out tonight. Didn’t I? Look at you.”

“I know,” Donghyuck whined, both hands coming up to clutch his head as it throbbed painfully. “I know, okay? I regret it. Fuck. You were right. Are you happy now?”

Jaemin didn’t answer.

“Help me throw up,” Donghyuck mumbled, voice small, stripped down to need. “Please. Just this once. Please, Jaemin. I’ll listen to you forever. I swear. I won’t argue, I won’t sneak out, I won’t do dumb shit—please—”

“Alright, fucking hell,” Jaemin snapped. “Wait here. Don’t move.”

He headed for the door, then paused.

“And don’t throw up on the floor,” he added without turning around.

Then he was gone.

“Hurry,” Donghyuck breathed, hunched over the toilet now, hands gripping the rim hard enough to hurt. The permission made it harder to hold back. His stomach twisted violently, saliva flooding his mouth as he gagged, body shaking.

Donghyuck had always been terrible at throwing up. Even when his body clearly wanted to, even when his stomach was rolling and his mouth tasted wrong, it was like something inside him locked up instead. His throat would constrict, lungs burning, stomach tightening in as if it was trying to keep everything trapped inside. Tonight was one of those times.

“Jaemin,” he cried weakly, hands slipping on the rim of the toilet as sweat broke out all over him. His skin prickled unpleasantly, that awful crawling sensation he hated, like ants under his skin.

Footsteps echoed down the hall, and then Jaemin was back in the bathroom. He dropped down beside him with a huff, knees cracking slightly as he crouched.

“What are you waiting for,” Jaemin snapped. “My permission?”

“Stop being mean to me,” Donghyuck muttered, lips pushed out in a pathetic pout. “I can’t, Jaem. Help.”

His head tilted toward Jaemin on instinct, searching for him. He missed his shoulder completely and slumped forward instead, forehead nearly hitting the bowl.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Jaemin grumbled.

He grabbed Donghyuck by the shoulders and straightened him up, guiding his head back down toward the toilet. “Just do it. Let it out.”

“It won’t,” Donghyuck complained, clutching the rim again, knuckles pale. “Not if you keep being mean.”

Jaemin sighed through his nose but stayed put, hands still anchoring him.

Donghyuck leaned forward, mouth falling open uselessly. His eyes kept slipping shut, opening only in brief flashes. He stared down at the clear water, blinking slowly like it might give him instructions.

He coughed.

Then gagged.

Then spat weakly into the bowl.

Nothing.

Jaemin kept his grip steady, thumbs pressing into Donghyuck’s shoulders as minutes dragged by. Every so often he sighed, deep and put-upon, like this was the last thing he wanted to be doing at three in the morning—which, to be fair, it probably was.

“Are you planning on keeping us here all night,” Jaemin muttered after a while, “or is this performance almost over?”

“It won’t come out,” Donghyuck whined, voice cracking. His eyes burned, tears pooling uselessly. “Jaemin, please.”

He sniffed, nose running now, utterly miserable.

“What do you want me to do,” Jaemin snapped. “Just let it out. Your face is all green and sweaty and gross—just do it.”

“I feel gross,” Donghyuck nodded miserably. “Help me.”

He turned his head then, until he was facing Jaemin fully. It took a second for his eyes to focus. He blinked hard, lashes sticking together, vision finally settling on Jaemin’s face.

Too close.

Jaemin looked awful in that just-woke-up way, hair a mess, eyes heavy and a little puffy, mouth pulled into a permanent frown, but somehow still stupidly handsome. It felt rude. Personal.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” Donghyuck muttered, lips tugging down into a sulky pout. “All the fucking time.”

Jaemin didn’t even blink. He just stared at him, unimpressed to the core.

“Help me,” Donghyuck said again. “Please. Just this one.”

He lifted a hand, clumsily aiming for Jaemin’s face. Jaemin caught his wrist immediately and lowered it back down to the rim of the toilet like he’d done this a hundred times.

“Help you how, exactly?” Jaemin said flatly. “Because I am helping.”

“You know what I mean,” Donghyuck said, voice breaking as tears slid down his cheeks. He tried to blink them away, failed. “I need your fingers.”

“Fuck no,” Jaemin said instantly, face twisting in pure disgust. “Absolutely not. Nope. Do it yourself.”

“Please,” Donghyuck pleaded, humiliation burning hotter than the nausea. He knew he looked wrecked, tears, sweat, hair sticking everywhere, makeup probably smeared halfway down his face. He leaned into it, letting himself look as pathetic as possible. “Please.”

Jaemin shook his head again.

“Just this once.”

“You said that last time,” Jaemin shot back, glaring at him.

“I mean it this time,” Donghyuck insisted. “Jaem, please. I feel like I’m dying. What if I actually die? What if whatever that girl gave me was poisonous—”

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” Jaemin said, exhausted.

He rubbed his face with one hand, eyes closing briefly, like he was bargaining with the universe. When he opened them again, there was resignation there. Pure defeat.

“You owe me,” he said. “Big time. And I mean it this time.”

Donghyuck nodded too fast. “I’ll do whatever you want. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

He bowed his head weakly, sniffing hard as his nose started to run again, adding insult to injury.

Jaemin sighed. Again. It sounded like the last one he had in him.

“God, you’re the worst,” he muttered.

He shifted closer. One hand stayed firm on Donghyuck’s shoulder, keeping him upright. The other came up, fingers curling around Donghyuck’s chin, tilting his face up, his touch was gentle despite his snappiness.

“Open your mouth,” Jaemin said. “And don’t bite me, or I swear I’ll let you choke on it.”

Donghyuck obeyed immediately, mouth falling open, eyes glassy and grateful, a little dazed.

“You’re such a fucking hero,” he whispered.

Jaemin ignored him. He took a deep breath, chest rising as if bracing himself for the worst. Then his other hand lifted, two fingers pressing against Donghyuck’s damp lower lip. Donghyuck widened his eyes, struggling to keep them open as they threatened to flutter shut again.

“Teeth down,” Jaemin murmured.

Donghyuck complied, jaw relaxing, teeth retreating instinctively.

“Throw up on me and I’ll fucking kill you,” Jaemin warned.

Donghyuck shook his head weakly, then nodded anyway.

“Okay,” Jaemin muttered.

His fingers pushed forward, past Donghyuck’s parted lips and into the heat of his mouth.

Donghyuck kept his eyes on Jaemin’s face, forcing himself to focus there, ignoring the way heat flared low in his stomach—a different kind of heat this time, concentrating instead on breathing through his nose.

The pads of Jaemin’s fingers grazed his tongue, making Donghyuck gasp softly, eyes watering.

Jaemin didn’t stop. He pushed further until his fingers reached the back of his mouth.

Donghyuck gagged immediately, eyes fluttering shut, tears spilling down his cheeks, but he stayed still.

Jaemin pressed again, long fingers nudging at his throat until the gag tore out of him, harsher this time. His throat closed instinctively. Heat and nausea rushed through him all at once, dizzying, overwhelming. Jaemin’s grip on his chin tightened, keeping his head lifted.

“Come on,” Jaemin murmured.

Donghyuck whined pathetically, eyes rolling back slightly, a shudder ripping through him as Jaemin’s fingers probed deeper at the back of his throat. His body jolted, caught between revolt and something darker, something that burned hotter than the nausea. Drool slicked down his chin, mixing with the tears already streaking his face, and he couldn’t tell if the dampness was shame or relief.

“Come on,” Jaemin said again. His grip on his chin tightened just a fraction, thumb pressing into the soft flesh under his jaw, keeping him in place like he was a damn puppet. It was too much control, too intimate, and Donghyuck hated how it made his chest burn, how it made his skin prickle with something that wasn’t just sickness.

Donghyuck made a broken noise, his stomach clenching violently again. He fought to stay still, to keep his hips from twitching, but it was a losing battle. His throat worked around Jaemin’s fingers, swallowing convulsively, the burn in his chest spreading like wildfire. Heat pooled lower, uncoiling in his gut, sinking into his loins with every rough press of Jaemin’s fingertips. His cock stirred, a sick, traitorous twitch against the seam of his jeans, and he wanted to curl up and disappear for feeling anything but disgust right now.

“Okay,” Jaemin muttered, more to himself than to Donghyuck, like he was steeling himself for the inevitable mess. His jaw clenched, eyes narrowing as he jabbed his fingers once more, harder this time.

That was it. Donghyuck gagged loudly. Bile surged without warning, and panic flashed through him. His hands shaking as he snatched Jaemin’s wrist, yanking his fingers from his mouth with a wet pop. “Fuck—” he gasped, shoving Jaemin back with whatever strength he had left, Jaemin's shoulder hitting the wall with a dull thud. Donghyuck twisted, nearly collapsing over the toilet as his stomach gave up entirely, heaving everything into the bowl.

Jaemin was behind him immediately, one hand settling on his shoulder again, the other sliding into his hair to push it out of his face.

“That’s it,” Jaemin murmured. “Let it all out.”

Donghyuck coughed wetly, gagging again and again as his stomach finally gave up what it had been clinging to for hours. It came in rough waves, his body folding forward with each one, breath tearing out of him between retches. Sweat broke through his skin all at once, heat blooming everywhere, like he was melting from the inside out.

He choked once when the acrid burn hit the back of his throat, bile searing its way up, spilling from his mouth in clear, foul-smelling liquid that reeked of alcohol. His nose burned. His eyes burned. He hadn’t eaten, barely anything, all night. Just drinks on an empty stomach, then that stupid pill forced past his lips.

His fingers trembled against the porcelain as he focused on Jaemin instead. On the feel of his fingers in his hair, smoothing it back again and again, rubbing gently at his scalp like he was trying to keep Donghyuck tethered to his body while everything else came undone.

He retched and retched, coughing and gagging, tears streaming freely now, nose running, spit and snot and sweat making a humiliating mess of him. There was nothing graceful nor dignified about it. Nothing but his body emptying itself in the most pathetic way possible.

“Let this be a lesson,” Jaemin muttered close to his ear even as his hand kept moving through Donghyuck’s hair, his touch oddly tender.

Donghyuck sobbed weakly, a broken sound torn loose without his permission. His stomach was empty now, but he stayed folded there anyway, spitting into the bowl, breathing hard through his mouth as the last waves passed.

“Never let strangers shove pills into your mouth,” Jaemin added quietly. “Yeah?”

Donghyuck nodded, eyes squeezed shut, sweat trickling down the side of his face and into his hairline. He felt wrung out. Shaky. Raw all the way through.

They stayed like that for a few more seconds.

“All done?” Jaemin asked finally.

“I think so,” Donghyuck whispered, voice hoarse and wrecked.

Jaemin didn’t move right away. He tucked a stray lock of hair behind Donghyuck’s ear, thumb brushing briefly against his temple.

“You sure?”

“Mmm,” Donghyuck hummed faintly. His head tipped forward again. He felt better, lighter, but his legs still didn’t feel real enough to trust.

“Come on,” Jaemin said, fingers finally leaving Donghyuck as he straightened up. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Donghyuck let go of the toilet and slumped back against the floor, legs stretched out awkwardly in front of him, eyes half-lidded, chest rising and falling unevenly. He reached down to unlace his muddy boots, grunting and panting, sweat beading along his temple like he was defusing a bomb and not attempting the world’s simplest task.

Jaemin didn’t comment. He flushed the toilet, then turned back and crouched when Donghyuck was done, hands already on Donghyuck’s shoulders. He tugged him up without ceremony.

“Up.”

“Thanks… bro,” Donghyuck slurred as Jaemin steered him toward the sink.

Jaemin snorted. “Don’t thank me. You owe me. We’ll settle that later.”

“Right,” Donghyuck mumbled.

Jaemin turned him to face the mirror.

Donghyuck blinked once—then he went still.

His reflection stared back at him, wrecked in a way he didn’t even have the energy to process. His face was blotchy and red, skin damp, eyes glassy and rimmed dark. Makeup was smeared beneath his lashes, streaked messily across his cheeks. His nose was bright red, lips swollen and flushed like he’d been biting them raw, mouth still slightly parted like he hadn’t fully remembered how to close it.

He looked awful.

Worse than awful.

He glanced down at himself. His leather jacket was stained, the sour smell unmistakable now that he wasn’t actively throwing up. He wrinkled his nose and shrugged it off his shoulders.

Jaemin stepped back but didn’t move far, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, watching him quietly.

“You look like a slut,” he said mildly.

Donghyuck shot him a look through the mirror as his jacket pooled at his feet.

His sweater, if it even counted as one, was more holes than fabric, collar stretched and torn, sliding off one shoulder and exposing flushed skin. His jeans were still painfully tight, clinging in a way that made him acutely aware of his body in a way he didn’t have the energy to unpack.

“Thanks,” he muttered, turning the faucet on.

“That wasn’t a compliment,” Jaemin said.

Donghyuck ignored him. Cold water ran over his hands. He cupped it and pressed it to his cheeks, patting clumsily, smearing makeup further before he wiped at it with the heel of his palm.

“A shower would help, you know,” Jaemin added. “You smell like a bar bathroom.”

“You’ve said that already,” Donghyuck said, rolling his eyes as he wiped under them, smearing the remaining makeup further. “Several times.”

“Well, it’s still true.”

“I can’t shower,” Donghyuck said, leaning closer to the sink, shoulders slumping. “I’m exhausted.”

He lifted his head and met Jaemin’s gaze through the mirror, eyes heavy, mouth curling just slightly.

“Unless you’re offering.”

Jaemin stared at him.

“No,” he said flatly. “Absolutely not.”

Donghyuck hummed, lips twitching faintly. “Worth asking.”

“You’re not even standing straight,” Jaemin said. “You’ll crack your head open and I’ll have to explain that to someone.”

“I’ll sit,” Donghyuck said immediately. “I’m great at sitting.”

Jaemin eyed him for a long second, then sighed. “Rinse your face. And don't forget to brush your teeth.”

“Okay, daddy,” Donghyuck said, wiping the last of the sticky mess from his face with wet hands.

“Ew,” Jaemin deadpanned. “Don’t ever say that to me again.”

“Your boyfriend unironically calls you that,” Donghyuck said, already reaching for a toothbrush.

“That’s mine,” Jaemin said immediately. “And don’t compare yourself to my boyfriend.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Donghyuck said, switching to his own toothbrush and flashing him a dopey, tight-lipped smile. “I’d hang myself if I were that boring and corny.”

“He’s not corny,” Jaemin said, unfazed.

Donghyuck arched a brow. “He wears bowties to your dinner dates.”

“He’s cute,” Jaemin shrugged.

“He wears checkered pants,” Donghyuck went on, toothpaste foaming at the corners of his mouth. “And those ugly red-rimmed glasses when he’s trying to look all intellectual and shit, but ends up looking like a confused professor from a children’s cartoon.”

“Adorable, really,” Jaemin said flatly, though the corner of his mouth twitched anyway.

“Simp,” Donghyuck muttered, rolling his eyes.

“I’m going back to sleep,” Jaemin said, still watching him through the mirror.

Donghyuck lifted both hands in a bratty, exaggerated ‘be-my-guest’ gesture and went back to brushing, scrubbing harder now, the sharp menthol burning pleasantly through his mouth. It helped. A little.

Jaemin’s gaze lingered longer than necessary. Donghyuck felt it even without looking. When he finally glanced up, Jaemin had dropped his arms and pushed off the wall, running a hand through his dark blue hair, taming the worst of the sleep-flattened mess.

“Try not to choke to death,” Jaemin murmured, eyes still on his own reflection. “Sleep on your side.”

“As you wish, babe.”

Jaemin shot him a tired look.

Donghyuck grinned around the toothbrush, toothpaste and saliva slipping down his chin.

Jaemin shook his head like the sight in front of him was beyond saving, then turned and walked out without another word.

Donghyuck’s shoulders slumped the moment Jaemin was gone. He sighed heavily, then leaned forward to rinse his mouth one last time, spitting carefully into the sink.

He squinted at his reflection.

He didn’t actually look that bad. Still drunk, yeah. Still a little high. But the worst of it had passed. The spinning was gone, replaced with a dull, sluggish nausea and a heavy drag in his limbs, like gravity had doubled just for him.

He rinsed his toothbrush and hesitated before setting it back. Jaemin’s purple one sat there already. After a second, Donghyuck pushed his own against it, the handles brushing together, bristles touching.

He smiled faintly.

Intimate, he thought. Now that was cute. Adorable. Not whatever weird little situation Jaemin’s loser boyfriend had going on.

He rolled his eyes at the thought, then focused back on himself, running his fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his face. It fell messily anyway. He left it like that.

He looked down at himself and sniffed lightly.

Did he really smell that bad?

He sniffed again, frowning. He didn’t think so. But then again, Jaemin was always a dramatic bitch.

He peeled his sweater off anyway and tossed it into the laundry basket where it landed in a sad heap.

Standing shirtless now, his skin still clammy, he grabbed a towel and ran it under the sink until it was cold. He wrung it out and wiped himself down as best he could, dragging the damp fabric over his chest and stomach, arms, sides.

His hand paused briefly at the tattoo on his ribs.

Born to be wild.

He snorted quietly.

He’d definitely lived up to that tonight. Too much, if anything. He didn’t think he’d be doing this again anytime soon. Enough partying—at least for now. He was tired just thinking about it.

When he was done, he reached for his jeans.

They fought him the entire way.

“Fuck,” he muttered as he struggled to peel them down, hopping awkwardly when one foot got stuck. The fabric clung stubbornly to his skin, refusing to cooperate.

“Fuck you,” he told them when they caught around his ankles.

He finally yanked them free and stood there breathing hard, chest rising fast like he’d just run a marathon instead of taken off a pair of jeans that were definitely too small for him. He glared at them on the floor.

Time to throw this piece of shit away.

He kicked them once with his foot for good measure, then turned and shuffled out of the bathroom, finally heading toward his room.

Donghyuck blinked himself out of his dazed state.

He was standing near the foot of his bed, bare feet sinking slightly into the carpet, a baggy T-shirt clutched in both hands like he’d picked it up and then forgotten why. His eyes were unfocused, gaze fixed somewhere on the floor.

He shook his head slightly. The room tipped anyway. He closed his eyes until it passed, breathing slowly through his nose.

He didn’t know why he couldn’t move.

All he had to do was pull the shirt on. Crawl into bed. Let himself pass out like his body had been begging him to do for the last hour. It wasn’t complicated. And yet he stayed where he was, feet planted, arms useless.

His eyes drifted to the side, settling on the wall.

Jaemin’s room was right there, on the other side of it.

Was he already asleep again? Had he gone back to bed the second he left the bathroom, neat and composed like nothing disgusting had happened?

Jaemin rarely made noise when he moved. It was one of the things that unnerved Donghyuck sometimes, how easy it was to forget he was even there until he suddenly was.

And right now, for some reason Donghyuck didn’t feel like examining too closely, he really wanted to know what Jaemin was doing.

The cool air brushed against his skin and he shivered, goosebumps breaking out along his arms, reminding him belatedly that he was still half naked and standing there like an idiot. Like his body had short-circuited mid-task.

He rolled one shoulder back, exhaled slowly, and lifted the shirt again, finally ready to just put the damn thing on—

The door swung open.

Donghyuck startled violently, yelping as he spun around, stumbling back a step. His hands flew up instinctively, clutching the shirt to his chest like a shield.

“Jesus,” he breathed when he saw Jaemin standing there, silhouetted in the doorway with a tall glass of water in his hand. “Do you knock?”

Jaemin didn’t answer. He just walked in, crossing the room quietly. He set the glass down on the nightstand, the soft clink sounding absurdly loud in the silence, then turned to face him.

“Drink it before you sleep,” he said.

Donghyuck stared at him, shirt still clutched awkwardly to his chest.

Jaemin’s eyes swept over him once. He snorted. “Relax. I’ve seen your boobs more times than I’ve seen my cats.”

“Consent,” Donghyuck muttered dryly.

Jaemin huffed a quiet laugh. “Right. My bad.”

He turned and started back toward the door.

Donghyuck watched him go, pulse kicking up out of nowhere, suddenly too loud in his ears. Something hot and restless sparked in his chest, his body reacting before his brain could catch up and tell him to behave.

Jaemin was halfway out the doorway when Donghyuck moved. 

He lunged forward, fingers wrapping around Jaemin’s wrist tightly. Jaemin yelped in surprise as Donghyuck hauled him back a step and kicked the door shut with his foot.

The shirt slipped from Donghyuck’s fingers without him noticing, cotton sliding down his knuckles and pooling uselessly at their feet as he kept moving backward, tugging Jaemin along with him like he didn’t quite trust himself to let go.

“What are you doing?” Jaemin snapped, the initial surprise morphing quickly into irritation as his arm was yanked forward.

Donghyuck didn’t answer. His tongue felt thick and useless in his mouth. His head buzzed, thoughts lagging behind his body.

He blinked up at Jaemin dumbly, still gripping his wrist with white-knuckled intensity.

“Do you need something?” Jaemin went on. “Because I really don’t have time for—”

Donghyuck surged forward.

It happened before he could stop himself, before his brain caught up, eyes squeezing shut tight like he could erase it by not seeing it. His lips pressed clumsily against Jaemin’s parted ones for a split, disastrous second, cutting him off mid-sentence.

“What the fuck—” Jaemin blurted, jerking his head to the side immediately.

Donghyuck’s mouth landed on his jaw instead.

He froze.

His eyes stayed shut, lashes pressed tight as humiliation crashed over him in a hot, suffocating wave—worse than the nausea, worse than the spinning. His stomach dropped out entirely, shame flooding in so fast it made him dizzy.

Jaemin’s hands shot down on instinct, grabbing at Donghyuck’s bare waist, fingers digging into his skin once reflexively before easing, loosening like he’d realized what he was holding.

Donghyuck gasped softly at the touch, breath hitching, his cheeks burning so badly it felt like his face might split open, his stomach flipping in a way that had nothing to do with being sick. He still didn’t move. His lips were pressed to Jaemin’s jaw, stuck there like he’d forgotten how to exist properly.

Neither of them spoke.

Jaemin held him there, unmoving, hands firm but not pulling him closer, not pushing him away either. Just… holding.

Donghyuck didn’t dare lift his head. Didn’t dare open his eyes. Mortification rooted him to the spot.

Jaemin let out a slow breath, patient in a way that somehow made it worse.

“You’re drunk,” he said after a moment.

The low timbre of his voice, spoken so close, vibrated through Donghyuck’s chest like a physical thing, sending an irrational heat surging through him so fast it stole his breath away. His body reacted before his mind could catch up, a hot, dizzying rush pooling low in his stomach. He groaned softly against Jaemin’s jaw as his dick thickened in his boxers, pressing uncomfortably against the fabric.

“Donghyuck,” Jaemin gritted out, his tone carrying a warning edge that only made Donghyuck's pulse spike harder. His hands were still on Donghyuck’s bare waist, fingers flexing slightly, like he wasn’t sure whether to shove him away or hold on tighter.

Donghyuck’s skin burned, shame warring with the desperate ache twisting inside him, but he couldn’t stop. His lips parted, breath unsteady against Jaemin’s jaw. “Let me pay you back,” he breathed, the words tumbling out without permission, his dick clearly taking over whatever scraps of rational thought he had left.

Jaemin’s chest jerked with a heavy, hitched breath. His hands twitched again on Donghyuck's waist, a barely-there shift, but enough to make Donghyuck’s stomach flip violently. 

Donghyuck eased his death grip on Jaemin’s wrist, and before he could chicken out, before he could lose the reckless, impulsive edge driving him forward, he threw his arms around Jaemin’s neck instead. His bare chest pressed against Jaemin’s shirt as he clung to him, nuzzling clumsily against his jaw.

“Please, Jaemin. Please,” he begged in a small, sulky voice, the words cracking with desperation as they spilled out.

“Fuck, Hyuck,” Jaemin said, voice strained, the raw edge in his tone sending a fresh wave of heat crashing through Donghyuck’s already frazzled nerves. “Pay me back? By throwing yourself at me?”

Donghyuck’s body burned hotter with shame, the words stinging even as they made his dick harden further, straining painfully against the cotton of his boxers. He couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t pull back even if he wanted to. A soft, low groan rumbled in his throat as he pressed himself harder against Jaemin, rubbing his dick once against the firm muscle of his upper thigh.

Jaemin cursed under his breath again. His fingers tightened on Donghyuck’s bare waist, digging into the skin for a fleeting, bruising moment before they relaxed, splaying wide against him. 

“Did you throw yourself at people at the club like this tonight?” Jaemin asked, his voice dipping into something darker as he flexed his thigh once. The pressure made Donghyuck’s breath hitch. “Hm? Or am I just special?”

“Jaemin,” Donghyuck whined pitifully, barely holding back a full-on moan as he rocked himself against Jaemin’s thigh again, feeling his rock-hard dick drag over the muscle through the thin fabrics. 

“Did you?” Jaemin pressed, his voice pitching even lower, rougher, almost a growl now.

“They throw themselves at me,” Donghyuck managed, voice shaky and breathless as he dipped his face lower, aiming for Jaemin’s neck. He wanted to press his face there, breathe him in again, maybe kiss the skin, taste the warmth of it, but before he could, Jaemin’s hands shifted, pushing him off with a firm, controlled shove. Donghyuck gasped, stumbling back, his knees hitting the edge of his bed.

Jaemin reached up calmly and removed Donghyuck’s arms from around his neck, unwinding them like he was untangling a knot. Then he pushed again, a little harder this time, sending Donghyuck tumbling back without resistance. He fell onto the bed with a soft thud, the mattress dipping under him.

“Sleep it off,” Jaemin said quietly.

He looked away and turned around, taking a step like he was about to walk away and leave Donghyuck like that, thrown on the bed, rejected, and scorching with shame.

“Jaemin,” Donghyuck cried out, voice high pitched and cracking pathetically. “Please—please.” He was past the point of trying to save his pride now, past caring how pitiful he sounded. “Don’t leave me like this.”

Jaemin froze mid-step, his back stiffening at the plea.

For an agonizingly long moment, he didn’t move, didn’t turn, didn’t say a word, and Donghyuck’s heart hammered so hard it felt like it might split his chest open. One hand shot down to his straining dick, squeezing it through the damp fabric of his boxers, feeling the wet spot growing larger with every humiliating second. The pressure was barely enough, just a tease of relief, and it made him whimper softly, hips twitching up into his own grip.

Jaemin stayed still for another beat before he turned back around, his dark eyes falling to where Donghyuck was squeezing himself. He stared, mouth parting slightly around a controlled breath, his gaze burning into Donghyuck like a brand. The intensity of it made Donghyuck’s throat go dry, his dick throbbing harder under Jaemin’s scrutiny. 

He was so fucking hot like that, composed and trying to stay in control while Donghyuck was falling apart piece by desperate piece. It only made the ache worse, made him throb with a need so sharp it hurt.

“Fuck, Jaemin,” Donghyuck rasped, voice shaky as he started pushing at his boxers impatiently, dragging the fabric down and over his dick. He hissed at the cool air hitting his overheated skin, his length springing free, bobbing and leaking, the tip sticking to his lower stomach. He let the boxers bunch at his knees, baring himself completely to Jaemin, who just stood there staring, unmoving, his eyes tracing every inch of Donghyuck’s exposed body.

Donghyuck burned under that gaze, his dick twitching in his grip as he clutched it again, a glistening bead of precum slipping down the head as he stroked once, smearing the slickness up and down his length. His mouth hung open around heavy pants as he stared up at Jaemin, eyes desperate and pleading for anything, any scrap of relief, any reaction.

“I thought you cared about consent?” Jaemin said finally. His eyes trailed up slowly, dragging over Donghyuck’s trembling abdomen, the sharp lines of his ribs, pausing briefly at the ink of his tattoo there, before sliding further until they locked with Donghyuck’s heavy-lidded stare. “This is wrong,” he murmured, the words almost a taunt. “Did I say I wanted to see your cock? You sure you didn’t accidentally pop something meant for porn actors?”

"Shut up,” Donghyuck moaned hoarsely, the words lighting a fire in his gut as he sped up his strokes, his hand moving faster over his aching dick. His eyes fluttered half-shut, hips bucking up into his fist with frantic, needy jerks. The humiliation of Jaemin’s teasing only made it worse, made him harder, the ache throbbing deeper as he whined under his breath.

"Look at you,” Jaemin murmured. “So desperate, rutting into your hand like a fucking animal.”

"Jaemin,” Donghyuck sobbed weakly, his voice breaking on the name. “Hurts. It’s so hard, so wet. It hurts.” He whined, squeezing his eyes shut as the pressure built, a tight coil in his core threatening to snap. His hand slowed for a moment, trying to hold off, but the ache was unbearable, pulsing through him with every heartbeat.

A loud, shaky breath escaped Jaemin at that, and Donghyuck felt it like a spark igniting his oversensitive nerves, sending a shudder down his spine.

He forced his eyes open again, blinking through the bleary haze of lust, his grip on himself easing just a little as he teetered on the edge of erupting. His gaze found Jaemin, and he nearly came on the spot at the sight before him.

Jaemin’s hand was pressed to his own dick, palming it through the thin fabric of his pajama pants, the outline of his hardness obvious. His eyes were locked on Donghyuck’s dick, watching every slide of his hand with an intensity that made Donghyuck’s breath catch. Jaemin’s mouth hung open slightly, chest moving a little faster now, like he was starting to lose that iron grip on his control, unraveling bit by bit right in front of Donghyuck’s eyes.

Donghyuck licked his lips, throat so dry it hurt. “Let me see it, please,” he begged, his eyes locked on where Jaemin was palming himself, the bulge in his pajama pants taunting him with every subtle movement of his hand.

"What’s gotten into you tonight?” Jaemin breathed, his tone a mix of disbelief and strain, like he was still clinging to some shred of restraint. “Donghyuck—this is wrong! I have a boyfriend. I can’t do this with you.”

Donghyuck shook his head stubbornly, a scowl flickering across his face. He didn’t want to hear about his stupid boyfriend. Not right now. Not when he was so close to having Jaemin. Jaemin was hard for him, touching himself while his eyes devoured Donghyuck’s dick, his body. Fuck his stupid boyfriend. Jaemin was so out of that man’s league anyway.

"But I need you,” Donghyuck said, voice slurring slightly, thick with want. He let his dick go, the throbbing length so swollen and flushed as it rested heavily on his stomach. “Wanna see it, please.” He mumbled, sitting up slowly, palms braced on the mattress, the ache in his body making every movement feel heavy. He looked up at Jaemin, eyes pleading, glazed over with need. “Show me,” he breathed.

Jaemin’s jaw tensed, a visible tick running through it as he stared down at Donghyuck. He looked like he was fighting his demons, eyes dark and stormy, his hand still pressed to himself but unmoving now, like he didn’t trust what he’d do if he let go. 

“Why?” he finally asked, voice low, almost a growl. “Why do you want to see it? Why do you need me?”

Donghyuck held his intense stare for a brief, charged moment before breaking it off, his gaze dropping shamelessly to Jaemin’s dick, to the delicious outline beneath his fingers. The sight made his mouth water, his own cock twitching against his stomach.

“Wanna see if it’s as pretty as the rest of you,” Donghyuck said finally, aiming for casual even as his heart twisted, the deeper truth locked carefully behind his teasing words, too raw to let out.

“You flatter me,” Jaemin muttered flatly.

Donghyuck didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned over, pushing his bunched-up boxers down further and kicking them away with a quick, impatient jerk of his legs. They hit the floor somewhere in the room, forgotten, as he straightened again, completely bare now.

His eyes trailed up Jaemin’s fit body slowly, lingering on the tight lines of his frame through his shirt, the way his pants hung low on his hips, until they locked with Jaemin’s dark, piercing gaze again.

Without saying a word, Donghyuck edged closer on the mattress, scooting until he was sitting right at the edge. 

Jaemin followed every movement, his fingers frozen over his dick, his chest rising and falling a little quicker, like he was barely holding on. 

Donghyuck spread his thighs open, exposing himself completely to Jaemin’s intense gaze, his flushed dick resting heavy against his stomach, still leaking slightly. 

“Come closer,” he murmured.

Jaemin didn’t move, his gaze trailing down Donghyuck’s chest slowly until it settled on Donghyuck’s parted thighs, drinking in the sight of his bare skin, the way his body was on full display. Every inch of Donghyuck felt exposed, raw under that piercing stare, like Jaemin was peeling back layers with just his eyes. The weight of it made Donghyuck’s breath hitch, his skin prickling with heat as he leaned back slightly, propping himself on his elbows. His hazy eyes grew glassier the longer Jaemin feasted on his flesh.

And Donghyuck felt it everywhere, prickling through his aching dick, throbbing in his tight balls, a pulse of need rippling down to his ass, his hole clenching instinctively at the thought of being touched, filled. The sensation crawled up his spine, spreading down his chest, his nipples hardening painfully under the cool air and the weight of Jaemin’s attention. His breath stuttered out in shallow puffs, chest rising and falling too fast as he trembled on the edge of the mattress.

"Come here, Jaem,” he whispered again, voice barely holding together as he licked his cracked lips. “Please.”

Jaemin’s eyes snapped up, locking intensely with Donghyuck’s. That look was too much, too raw, like Jaemin could see straight into the mess of desperation clawing at Donghyuck’s insides. Donghyuck bit his lip hard, a low whine slipping out under his breath.

Jaemin let out a slow, measured breath. “Why are you doing this?” he asked, his voice low and strained, like he was fighting some internal war. His hand finally fell away from where it had been pressed against his straining dick, fingers flexing at his side.

“Want to taste you,” Donghyuck whispered, leaning forward again, his body moving on instinct despite the ache in every muscle. He stared at Jaemin, eyes wide, begging without shame. “Please, come here.”

Jaemin’s throat worked around a hard swallow, the motion visible as his jaw ticked, his eyes searching Donghyuck’s face for a long, torturous beat. Then he turned his head, glancing at the door, a flicker of hesitation crossing his features as if he was weighing his options, stay or walk away, give in or hold onto whatever shred of restraint he had left. His gaze dragged back to Donghyuck, still perched on the bed, thighs spread wide, dick heavy and flushed against his hip, a pathetic, glistening mess.

Donghyuck’s pulse thudded loud in his ears, drowning out everything else as he waited, breath caught in his throat. 

He didn’t know what he’d do if Jaemin walked away right now, if he turned his back and left him like this, aching and exposed, stripped bare in more ways than one. He didn’t know if he’d ever live it down, if he’d ever scrape together the pieces of his pride off the floor after begging like this, after showing Jaemin every desperate inch of himself. His eyes squeezed shut, unable to handle the weight of that possibility, chest tightening painfully as he braced himself for rejection, for the cold sting of Jaemin’s restraint winning out.

But Jaemin didn’t leave, and Donghyuck heard him this time. Heard the shallow breaths escaping Jaemin’s lips, each one a quiet betrayal of the control he was barely clinging to. Donghyuck’s ears picked up the soft steps on the carpet as Jaemin moved closer. Then he felt him, the heat radiating off Jaemin’s body as he stopped right in front of Donghyuck, close enough that the air between them seemed to hum with tension. Donghyuck shivered even before any touch came, his skin prickling with anticipation, every inch of him hyperaware of Jaemin’s presence towering over him.

Then came the scent, hitting Donghyuck like a wave; Jaemin’s warm, clean musk, the subtle, intoxicating mix of his skin and that milky body lotion he always used, blending with the heat rolling off him. It was divine, heady, wrapping around Donghyuck’s senses and pulling a low, involuntary groan from deep in his throat. His mouth felt dry, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as the smell made his head spin, made the ache in his body throb harder, deeper.

When Donghyuck finally opened his eyes, lashes fluttering with the effort, Jaemin was right there, standing so close their bodies were almost brushing. The sight of him, broad shoulders, sharp jaw, that piercing gaze, made Donghyuck’s breath catch. He tilted his head up slowly, mouth parting on a shaky exhale as he stared up at Jaemin.

Jaemin’s hand lifted, fingers threading into Donghyuck’s hair at the back of his head. The touch sending a spark of heat racing down Donghyuck’s spine. Donghyuck let out a low, humming sound, almost a purr, his lashes fluttering as the feel of Jaemin’s fingers in his hair grounded him and ignited him all at once. 

Jaemin looked down at him with dark, hooded eyes, the intensity in his stare pinning Donghyuck in place. He tilted his head slightly, a predator assessing his prey, his gaze roaming over Donghyuck’s flushed face, lingering on his parted lips, the desperation etched into every feature. Then a slow, wicked smile tugged at Jaemin’s mouth, curling just enough to look taunting, sinfully attractive in a way that made Donghyuck throb all over.

Donghyuck let out a breathy moan, his eyes growing heavier, lidded with lust.

Without a word, Jaemin guided Donghyuck’s face forward. Donghyuck let himself be moved, pliant and eager, no resistance in his body as his face was pressed to Jaemin’s abdomen. 

Donghyuck's nonexistent restraints shattered completely. He inhaled deeply, the scent of Jaemin flooding his senses, sending a fresh wave of heat straight to his core. His hands shot up without hesitation, gripping Jaemin’s narrow waist with desperate, trembling fingers. Jaemin responded instantly, tightening his hold in Donghyuck’s hair with a firm tug, pressing Donghyuck’s face harder against his abdomen. His other hand lifted, wrapping around Donghyuck’s shoulders, pulling him in closer, the possessive grip making Donghyuck feel dizzy.

Donghyuck moaned softly, eyes drooping half-shut as he rubbed his face there, nuzzling shamelessly against the heat of Jaemin’s body, feeling the solid muscles beneath the thin fabric of his shirt flex under his needy touch. His lips dragged against the material, hot breath soaking through as he pressed harder, chasing more of that contact, more of Jaemin. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he mumbled, barely coherent as his hands tightened on Jaemin’s waist.

His fingers dragged down Jaemin’s sides, feeling every inch of him through the fabric until Jaemin hissed softly, the sound spurring Donghyuck on. His hands hooked into the waistband of Jaemin’s pajama pants, tugging with impatient jerks, dragging the fabric down until it pooled at Jaemin’s thighs, exposing more of that smooth, taut skin. 

Donghyuck let go for a moment, his fingers trailing back up against Jaemin’s bare thighs now, groaning low in his throat at the feel of him, smooth, warm, the strength in his body making Donghyuck’s cock throb painfully. 

Then his hands were sneaking back, finding Jaemin’s ass cheeks, kneading the firm muscle with a desperate grip. His breathing picked up, heat flooding his senses and drowning out every sane thought in his body, leaving only raw, pulsing need behind.

“Is this what you want?” Jaemin’s low, taunting voice came from above. His fingers tugged at Donghyuck’s hair again, sharp enough to make him moan weakly.

“You’re such a puppy,” Jaemin murmured, his tone dripping with cruel amusement, each word sinking into Donghyuck like a spark. “Needy, slutty puppy, desperate for my cock, aren’t you?”

Donghyuck nodded eagerly, fingers digging harder into Jaemin’s ass, pulling him closer as if to pull him straight into his own body.

Jaemin let out a breathy chuckle, the sound sending a shiver racing down Donghyuck’s spine. His fingers pulled at Donghyuck’s hair until it stung, making Donghyuck gasp softly, his face being peeled away from the warmth of Jaemin’s stomach, forcing Donghyuck to look down as Jaemin’s other hand left his shoulders, dropping to his own straining length, so hard and obvious against the tight fabric of his grey boxers. The sight made Donghyuck’s mouth water, his breath hitching as he watched Jaemin’s fingers trace the outline of his dick through the thin material.

Donghyuck blinked up, lashes wet and thick, sticking together with the heat and desperation clouding his vision. His lips parted, a shaky exhale slipping out as he stared at Jaemin, taking in the raw, unfiltered lust etched into every line of his pretty face. 

“Go on, then,” Jaemin murmured, face slackened with pure lust as he looked down at Donghyuck with heavy-lidded eyes.

Jaemin pushed at Donghyuck’s head, fingers tight in his hair, guiding it down toward his dick, and Donghyuck went willingly, eagerly, his body trembling with anticipation as his eyes dropped to that delicious length he loved so much. The one he’d always tried to sneak glances at in stolen moments when Jaemin wasn’t looking. The one he’d fantasized about countless times, late at night, knuckles deep inside his own ass, stroking himself raw while imagining Jaemin fucking into him from behind, filling him up until he couldn’t think straight.

And there it was now, so close, big and long, waiting for his touch, straining against the fabric of those damn boxers like it was begging to be freed. 

Donghyuck dipped his head lower, his face pressing closer until he was nuzzling right against Jaemin’s straining cock through the thin fabric of his boxers, the heat of it searing into his skin. He inhaled deeply, the warm, musky scent of Jaemin flooding his senses making him feel mad with want. His breath came out hot and heavy against the cotton as he opened his mouth, pressing his lips to the hard outline, tasting it through the material, the barrier only making him more desperate.

"Fuck,” Jaemin cursed under his breath. His hand joined the other one in Donghyuck’s hair, both gripping tight, pressing Donghyuck’s face harder against his rock-hard dick, the force of it making Donghyuck’s lips part wider, his breath soaking the fabric.

“Is it the alcohol?” Jaemin breathed. “The drugs? Why are you such a cock slut tonight?”

Donghyuck pushed his tongue out, pressing it flat against the thick length trapped under the cotton, dragging it upward in a slow stroke, mapping every inch of Jaemin’s cock until the fabric was drenched with his spit. "Need it,” he mumbled, lips moving against the damp fabric as he nipped lightly at the length, teeth grazing just enough to feel the hardness beneath. “Need it so bad, Jaemin.”

Jaemin cursed again, harsher this time, his fingers tightening painfully in Donghyuck’s hair, the sting shooting straight to Donghyuck’s core as Jaemin rocked his hips forward, fucking shallowly into Donghyuck’s face, making Donghyuck’s own dick throb so hard it ached, pulsing against his stomach, leaking messily as he moaned. 

Donghyuck’s fingers traced up the firm curve of Jaemin’s perky ass, digging into the muscle for a moment before hooking under the elastic band of his boxers. He pulled back just enough to catch his breath, blinking up at Jaemin through wet, heavy lashes, his gaze fucked-out as he started tugging the boxers down, slow at first, then impatiently, desperate to see, to touch, to taste without anything in the way.

Jaemin’s dark gaze bore into him from above, his mouth open around heavy breaths as he watched Donghyuck strip him bare, freeing his cock from the tight confines. Donghyuck’s eyes fell down again to Jaemin’s crotch, watching with pure awe as Jaemin’s dick sprang free, so close to his face he could feel the heat radiating off it. It was long, curved so fucking prettily, the tip flushed a gorgeous pink, glistening 

with a bead of precum that made Donghyuck’s mouth water instantly.

“Gorgeous,” he breathed, heat sparking in his loins at the sight, his entire body thrumming with need.

Jaemin chuckled lightly. He tugged at Donghyuck’s hair again, forcing his head back so their eyes met. Jaemin smirked down at him, the curve of his lips wicked, taunting, as he tilted his head slightly, drinking in the desperate, fucked-out mess that was Donghyuck’s face. “Gorgeous, huh?” he drawled.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Donghyuck murmured, blinking heavily. “It drives me fucking wild.”

Jaemin’s smirk faltered, his breath hitching audibly as he held Donghyuck’s stare.

Donghyuck kept their gazes locked as he bent his head down again, sticking his tongue out, letting it hover just above Jaemin’s cock. A thrill rushed through him as he saw Jaemin’s face darken further with lust, his jaw tightening, lips parting on a shaky breath. Then Donghyuck closed his eyes and gripped Jaemin’s dick with one hand, fingers wrapping tight around the base. He licked, finally, finally feeling it on his tongue, the smooth, velvety skin sliding against him, the taste of Jaemin hitting him like a drug.

He moaned softly as he dragged his tongue up the length, feeling it twitch against him, the subtle pulse of Jaemin’s arousal making him throb painfully. Then he latched onto the tip, lips sealing tight around it, sucking greedily, hungry for every drop of precum that slid from the slit.

"Fuck,” Jaemin breathed, the rough sound making Donghyuck's eyes flutter open again. He blinked up at Jaemin, holding his gaze blearily as he pushed the tip of his tongue right into the slit, pressing in just enough to tease, to taste more of him. Jaemin’s reaction was immediate, a sharp hiss escaping his lips, his hips jerking forward uncontrollably.

"Shit,” he gritted out, voice tight, fingers digging harder into Donghyuck’s hair. “Keep giving me those eyes and I’ll cum all over your face.”

Donghyuck moaned at the words, his eyes rolling back slightly as the threat sank into him, fueling the fire in his gut. He took Jaemin into his mouth properly then, hollowing his cheeks and sinking down deeper, until he felt the tip brush the back of his throat, the stretch of his lips and the weight of Jaemin filling him completely.

Jaemin let out a low moan, his hips bucking into Donghyuck, hitting his throat hard and making him gag, his stomach rolling with unease again. But Donghyuck stayed there, stubborn and desperate, clutching Jaemin’s ass with one hand, fingers digging into the firm muscle as he breathed through his nose, keeping Jaemin’s dick trapped in the tight, wet heat of his throat. 

“Gonna fuck your throat,” Jaemin growled. “Fuck you until you choke. Is that what you want?”

Donghyuck moaned, hot tears pricking at his eyes before sliding down his flushed cheeks. He nodded as much as he could with his mouth stuffed full, his nose brushing against the warm, musky skin of Jaemin’s pelvis.

Experimentally, he swallowed around Jaemin’s length, the tight constriction of his throat making him choke and gag harder, more tears spilling over as his body convulsed with the effort, chest heaving for air he couldn’t quite get.

“Ah, fuck,” Jaemin moaned, his fingers flexing in Donghyuck’s hair, digging into his scalp before he started fucking into him, snapping his hips forward with brutal precision. 

The wet, obscene sounds of Donghyuck’s choking filled the room, each thrust bruising his throat, making drool and precum drip messily down his chin as Jaemin used him without restraint.

Donghyuck’s own dick was leaking, a sticky mess, aching so badly it bordered on pain, but he couldn’t focus on it, couldn’t think of anything but the relentless feel of Jaemin’s cock fucking his throat raw. Each thrust made his stomach roll and twist, nausea mixing with the heady rush of submission as his breath hitched and stuttered, caught between gags, his lungs burning for relief as he let Jaemin ruin him completely.

Jaemin stilled after a moment, holding Donghyuck there against him, buried deep, the tip of his cock lodged in Donghyuck's throat, cutting off his air entirely. 

Donghyuck sobbed pathetically, tears streaming down his face as dizziness crept in, throat constricting painfully around Jaemin’s length. His lungs ached, screaming for a breath, his body trembling under the strain.

Then Jaemin pulled out, his dick slipping from Donghyuck’s mouth with a loud, wet pop, strings of saliva stretching and breaking between them. Donghyuck’s parted lips dribbled with spit and precum, a shiny mess coating his chin as he heaved, sucking in air in desperate, ragged gasps, his chest rising and falling violently.

“There you go, breathe,” Jaemin murmured, voice softer now. His grip on Donghyuck’s hair eased, fingers no longer pulling but brushing through the sweaty, tangled strands instead, a gentle caress that felt so out of place after the brutality of moments before.

One hand drifted to Donghyuck’s face, Jaemin’s fingertips brushing away the tears staining his cheeks, rubbing gently beneath his swollen lids. The sudden shift from torment to care fucked Donghyuck up even more, his mind reeling as his body reacted to the softness, a weak whimper slipping from his lips. 

His eyes fluttered, lashes wet and heavy as he looked up at Jaemin, dazed and wrecked, his breath still hitching on every inhale.

Jaemin drank him in, face open in a way Donghyuck rarely saw. Emotions flickered plainly across his features as he looked down at Donghyuck, a mix of raw desire and something unspoken lingering in his dark eyes. His jaw tightened for a moment, like he was holding back, before his expression softened into something almost tender.

“You're such a fucking mess," he said quietly. He brushed another stray tear away with the pad of his thumb, lingering on Donghyuck’s cheek longer than necessary. "Why get so fucked up like this? Why throw yourself at me of all people? You know this isn't right.”

Donghyuck licked his lower lip, his tongue darting out to trace the curve slowly as he stroked Jaemin's dick with a lazy pace now, brushing the tip with his thumb, spreading the precum in teasing circles. "I'm just horny," Donghyuck rasped, his voice already wrecked, throat raw from Jaemin abusing it moments ago. 

“No one wanted to fuck you at the club?" Jaemin taunted, his lips curling into a mocking pout. "Or did you just scare ‘em all off with that desperate look in your eyes?”

Donghyuck groaned softly, shifting on the mattress as his cock twitched painfully, aching for attention he wasn’t getting. 

"I didn't want to fuck anyone at the club," he corrected, twisting his wrist on the next upstroke, tightening his grip just enough to make Jaemin gasp sharply, his hips jerking forward. "None of them were worth my time.”

Jaemin’s fingers trailed lower until they brushed against Donghyuck’s mouth, his thumb pressing into his swollen lower lip. "Why not?" he breathed, his gaze locked onto Donghyuck’s lips as he squished them under his thumb, dragging it back and forth.

"They're all so boring," Donghyuck mumbled, his lips brushing against Jaemin’s thumb with every word. "And none of them looked like you." 

The confession slipped out before he could stop it.

Jaemin’s eyes snapped up to his, widening slightly, a flash of surprise cutting through the haze of lust. 

Donghyuck held his gaze, refusing to look away as he closed his lips around Jaemin’s thumb, sucking it in slowly. His lashes fluttered, but he kept his eyes open, locked on Jaemin, daring him to react.

Jaemin swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his other hand came down to Donghyuck’s face too. He pulled at the corner of his mouth with his other thumb, stretching his lips wide, his gaze growing heavier, mouth slackening as he watched. His breath quickened, and he pulled his thumb out only to replace it with his index and middle fingers, pushing them inside without warning.

Donghyuck’s lips parted further, stretched around the intrusion, his tongue nudging out between Jaemin’s fingers. A muffled sound escaped him as Jaemin pressed deeper, filling his mouth.

"You're being so good, so pliant," Jaemin whispered roughly, his voice dripping with a mix of mockery and lust. "Maybe I need to get you wasted more often, hm?”

Donghyuck let out a high-pitched whine, his fingers tightening around Jaemin’s dick. Jaemin’s response was immediate, his fingers shoved deeper into Donghyuck’s throat, forcing a harsh gag that echoed in the room. Donghyuck’s body jerked, his throat convulsing around the intrusion, spit dribbling down his chin as he struggled to take it.

"Is this what it takes to shut that bratty mouth of yours?" Jaemin whispered as he pulled at Donghyuck’s jaw, stretching it wider. His fingers curled inside, pressing against the back of Donghyuck’s throat ruthlessly, making him retch again.

Tears welled up in Donghyuck’s eyes, spilling over and streaking down his face, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he squeezed Jaemin’s dick harder, his nails digging into the sensitive skin as a form of petty revenge.

"Ow, fuck," Jaemin hissed, his hips jerking back instinctively from the sting, but the pain only seemed to fuel him. His dick twitched hard in Donghyuck’s grip, throbbing with need, betraying just how much he was into this. "Fucking brat," he breathed, his voice rough with arousal.

He didn’t let up, probing at Donghyuck’s throat one last time, his fingers mean and relentless as they forced another choked, undignified sound out of him. Donghyuck’s whole body shuddered, his chest heaving as he fought for air, but Jaemin was merciless. 

Finally, he pulled his fingers out with a wet pop, strings of saliva clinging to them, and before Donghyuck could even catch his breath, Jaemin gripped the back of his head and shoved his face down toward his cock hard, forcing Donghyuck’s mouth onto him, pushing until his length was buried deep, hitting the back of his throat in one brutal thrust. Donghyuck gagged immediately, but Jaemin held him there, pressing Donghyuck’s nose against his pelvis. "That’s it, choke on it.”

Donghyuck moaned around the thick intrusion, eyes rolling back. Without hesitation, he started bobbing his head up and down, setting a frantic, sloppy pace as he sucked with reckless abandon. His lips stretched tight around Jaemin’s cock, his tongue swirling messily over the tip every time he pulled back, only to dive back down and take him deeper.

"Ahh, fuck, Hyuck," Jaemin groaned, his voice breaking into low, unrestrained moans that shot straight to Donghyuck’s aching core. His own dick was painfully hard, throbbing with need as he listened to Jaemin fall apart above him. 

He moaned again, the noise muffled and wet around Jaemin’s cock as he sucked greedily, swallowing around the tip over and over, gagging and choking with every thrust. Drool leaked from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin and onto his chest as Jaemin’s hands tightened in his hair, pushing his head down harder while snapping his hips up to meet him.

“Fuck, you were made for this,” Jaemin moaned, rutting into his mouth. “You look so gorgeous choking on my cock.”

Donghyuck’s dick twitched uselessly at the words, the ache in his core becoming unbearable. He couldn’t hold back anymore; his hand shot down, wrapping around his own length, desperate for some relief. But before he could even stroke himself once, Jaemin yanked his hair hard, forcing his head back with a sharp tug, his cock slipping out of Donghyuck’s mouth abruptly.

Donghyuck looked up immediately with wide, startled eyes, his heart slamming against his ribs. But he didn't even have the time to process anything, mind reeling as Jaemin forced him to his feet, yanking him upright and crushing their mouths together in a bruising kiss.

Donghyuck moaned loudly, the sound raw and desperate as it tore from his throat, his fingers clutching at Jaemin's back, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as he kissed back immediately, pouring all his pent-up need into it. His tongue pushed past Jaemin's lips, lapping needily inside, chasing every inch with frantic hunger.

Jaemin groaned deep in his chest, his fingers gripping Donghyuck's waist now with bruising force, pulling him toward him and pressing their bodies flush together as he feasted on his mouth, devouring him furiously, kissing him so hard and deep that Donghyuck's knees buckled beneath him, his legs trembling with effort to stay upright.

Jaemin pulled away only to push Donghyuck back toward the bed, his hands rough on Donghyuck's shoulders, the brief separation leaving Donghyuck's lips swollen and tingling.

Donghyuck was disoriented as he hit the mattress, his breath leaving him in a choked gasp as he fought to catch it, chest rising and falling rapidly. His eyes blinked fast, vision blurring from the onslaught of sensation.

Jaemin kicked off his pajama pants and boxers away with his feet and hastily removed his sleeping shirt, yanking it over his head to reveal his muscled body on full display; broad shoulders, defined abs rippling with each breath, skin flushed and taut with arousal.

Donghyuck barely had the time to drink him in, his gaze hungrily tracing the lines of Jaemin's form, the hard planes and the evident bulge of his erection, before Jaemin was on him again, climbing on top with predatory grace and parting Donghyuck's thighs wide, spreading them apart with strong knees as he fit his body between Donghyuck's legs. He leaned down to kiss him again, angling his head to the side for deeper access. He groaned against Donghyuck's mouth and pushed his tongue deep inside, claiming every corner as he kissed him so hard Donghyuck saw stars exploding behind his closed eyelids, his body arching up into the overwhelming press.

Donghyuck's hands trembled as he clutched at Jaemin's broad back, fingers splaying wide to grip the heated skin, feeling the play of muscles flexing under his touch. He traced the straining contours, nails scraping lightly over the ridges of Jaemin's spine, as he dragged his hands up and down in desperate, roaming paths, up to the wide expanse of his shoulders, squeezing the firm traps that bunched with every movement, then sliding down the length of his arms to his biceps, where he squeezed the bulging muscles hard as he bucked up into Jaemin’s hips. Their dicks rubbed together raw, the friction sending sharp jolts of pleasure through Donghyuck’s core. Each grind made his breath hitch, his body aching for more, for everything.

Jaemin tore his mouth away from Donghyuck’s lips, only to latch onto his throat with feral intensity. He sucked hard at the sensitive flesh, teeth grazing just enough to sting, and Donghyuck cried out, a high, broken sound. His nails dug into Jaemin’s sides, scraping against his skin as he writhed beneath him. Jaemin devoured his neck, kissing and biting, then licking over the marks he left behind. Low groans vibrated against Donghyuck’s skin, like Jaemin couldn’t get enough, like he was starving for every inch of him.

Donghyuck was a shaking mess underneath, rocking up into Jaemin with desperate, frantic thrusts. His balls felt heavy, so tight they ached, a strange tingling spreading up his length and pulsing at his slit. He was so close, teetering on the edge, but not quite there, and it was driving him insane. 

“Jaemin—Jaemin,” he blabbered, drool slipping from the corner of his mouth as his head rolled to the side. “Need to come, please.” His voice cracked into a sob.

Jaemin sank his teeth into Donghyuck’s neck again, harder this time, making him whimper, a jagged mix of pain and pleasure that sent tremors through his entire body. 

“Please,” Donghyuck cried, his voice pitching embarrassingly high, but he didn’t care. He was beyond shame, beyond anything but the burning need for release.

Jaemin groaned before he sank lower, his hands bruising as they kneaded Donghyuck’s pecs, thumbs rubbing over his nipples with a force that made Donghyuck arch off the bed. 

“Aaahh,” Donghyuck cried out, bucking into him, his hips stuttering as Jaemin’s rough touch sent sparks shooting through him.

Jaemin sucked one of Donghyuck’s nipples into his mouth hard while his fingers twisted the other one mercilessly. 

Donghyuck let out sounds he didn’t even recognize as his own as he clawed at Jaemin’s shoulders, nails digging into the skin deep enough to leave marks.

"Fuck me—fuck," Donghyuck cried out incoherently, his voice cracking as Jaemin bit down on his nipple sharply, before soothing it with his tongue. The wet, tender laps contrasted with the sting had Donghyuck sobbing and writhing beneath him.

His fingers sank into Jaemin’s hair, tugging at the strands with trembling desperation, trying to pull him away as the pleasure teetered into agony. 

"Please," he cried pathetically, but there was no mercy in the other man. Jaemin didn’t relent; he moaned deeply against the abused nipple and sucked harder, nursing it with a ferocity that made Donghyuck’s vision blur. It was like Jaemin was starving, like he needed to consume every part of him.

"Hurts, Jaemin," Donghyuck mumbled, his voice barely a whisper. "Touch me, please." His plea was barely coherent as he squirmed under the assault.

Jaemin finally pulled away with a wet pop. He stared down at the reddened, swollen nipple with raw hunger, his tongue darting out to lick his lips like he was barely restraining himself from diving back in. But Donghyuck tugged at his hair again impatiently, his body screaming for something else, something more.

Jaemin looked up at him, eyes dark and a little crazed, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. "I’m gonna fucking wreck you," he whispered harshly, his voice dark with feral lust, eyes blazing in a way that made Donghyuck’s insides twist. 

Then he sank lower, his mouth finding Donghyuck’s ribs, right where the delicate lines of his tattoo stretched across his skin. Jaemin started kissing there, making Donghyuck’s back arch off the bed with a shuddering gasp.

He kissed the tattoo, running his tongue across the ink like he could taste it, tracing every letter with savage hunger. Then, without warning, he sank his teeth into the flesh, marking him, claiming him. 

The sharp sting made Donghyuck’s breath hitch, a high-pitched, desperate moan spilling from his lips. "Jaemin," he keened, his voice trembling, hands scrambling to grip at anything, Jaemin’s shoulders, the sheets, anything to anchor himself as the torment continued.

Jaemin devoured that part of his flesh like a man possessed, his mouth relentless as he sucked and bit at the sensitive skin. It felt like hours to Donghyuck, each wet kiss and sharp nip sending shockwaves through his body, every nerve ending ablaze, scraped raw by the intensity. His skin felt like it was on fire, burning under Jaemin’s touch, and he couldn’t do anything but take it, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He panted hard, drool escaping the side of his mouth as his eyes fluttered shut, too exhausted to fight it anymore. His body went limp, surrendering completely, his fingers slipping from Jaemin’s hair to fall weakly onto the bed. Jaemin didn’t stop, kissing and sucking at his rib until the skin was tender and raw, the sensation bordering on unbearable.

His tongue flicked out one last time, dragging over the bruised skin before he finally pulled away, leaving Donghyuck a trembling, gasping mess.

Slowly, Jaemin climbed up his body again, his movements almost predatory as he hovered over Donghyuck. He reached out, gently tilting Donghyuck’s face toward him, his touch a surprising contrast to the feral hunger from moments before. Then he kissed him softly, a tender press of lips that made Donghyuck’s heart stutter. Jaemin’s hands cradled his face, thumbs brushing over his flushed cheeks.

“Still with me?” Jaemin murmured against his lips.

Donghyuck nodded faintly, barely able to move his head, his body a trembling mess beneath Jaemin. 

He kissed Jaemin back, though his lips felt heavy, sluggish, each movement a clumsy effort as exhaustion weighed him down. His throat burned with every swallow, his head throbbed in time with his racing pulse, but none of it mattered against the searing hunger coursing through him. 

Jaemin’s mouth was a lifeline, a brutal, unrelenting force that kept him tethered to this moment, to the heat of their bodies pressed together.

When Donghyuck’s mouth went slack, too tired to keep up, Jaemin growled low in his chest and bit down hard, sinking his teeth into Donghyuck’s lower lip with a possessive edge. A soft, broken whimper spilled from Donghyuck’s throat, the sharp sting cutting through the haze in his mind. His arms, weak and trembling, came up to clutch at Jaemin’s biceps, fingers digging into the hard muscle for something to hold onto as pain and pleasure twisted together in a dizzying spiral.

Jaemin soothed the bite with his tongue, lapping at the tender, swollen flesh of Donghyuck’s lip with slow strokes. A deep hum vibrated in his throat, the sound primal and hungry, as if he were savoring the taste of Donghyuck’s pain. He dragged his tongue along the seam of Donghyuck’s mouth, teasing, coaxing it open again before diving in, kissing him deeper, harder. His tongue licked at the insides of Donghyuck’s mouth, mapping every corner with a fierce, claiming intensity, like he wanted to devour him from the inside out.

Donghyuck tried to kiss back, tried to match the ferocity, but his body was betraying him. The ache in his core was unbearable now, a tight, throbbing pressure that made his vision blur at the edges. His balls felt impossibly heavy, tight and aching, teetering on the edge of eruption, while his dick pulsed with a swollen, oversensitive need that bordered on agony. Each brush of Jaemin’s body against his sent jagged sparks shooting through him, but Jaemin was taking his sweet time, dragging it out, swirling his tongue around Donghyuck’s in a slow, torturous dance. He sucked at Donghyuck’s saliva, pulling it into his own mouth and swallowing it with a deep hum, then fucked into Donghyuck’s mouth with his tongue, thrusting in and out with a rhythm that mirrored what Donghyuck so desperately craved elsewhere. It was too much, too slow, and Donghyuck was shaking again, nails biting into Jaemin’s biceps hard enough to leave marks, his body screaming for more.

“Please,” he mumbled one more time, voice barely a whisper as Jaemin pulled away for air. Jaemin didn’t go far, though. He stayed right there, hovering over Donghyuck, his mouth open just above Donghyuck’s, panting hard, hot breaths mingling in the tiny space between them. It felt like Jaemin was sucking the air straight from Donghyuck’s lungs, stealing every shaky exhale, feeding off his desperation.

"Keep begging me," Jaemin whispered against Donghyuck’s lip. His hands squeezed at Donghyuck's waist with punishing force, fingers digging into the soft flesh as if he could brand him with his touch. "If you really need it that much.”

Donghyuck whined low in his chest, his hips jerking up on their own in a desperate bid for friction. "You're so fucking cruel," he muttered, his voice trembling with frustration and need as he surged forward, kissing Jaemin once more because he was hopeless, beyond saving, a slave to the heat coursing through him. His lips crashed against Jaemin’s with sloppy desperation, all teeth and tongue, chasing the bitter taste of control he knew he’d never get.

Jaemin let out a breathless chuckle against his mouth as he slackened his jaw, letting Donghyuck kiss him messily, taking every frantic swipe of tongue and nip of teeth. "I'm cruel?" he panted, pulling back just enough to let the words drip with venom, his hot breath fanning over Donghyuck’s swollen lips. "Me? You're the one who's making me do this," he growled, his tone laced with a dangerous edge, like Donghyuck had pushed him past some invisible line. "I was trying so hard to be good, to behave. Look at what you made me do." His eyes flashed with something feral as he bit Donghyuck’s lip again, sinking his teeth into the already tender, plump flesh so hard that Donghyuck cried out.

"I'm gonna make you pay for it," Jaemin growled. He sat up abruptly, leaving Donghyuck blinking up at the ceiling through foggy, disoriented vision, his heart a pounding, aching mess—and his dick, throbbing painfully, wasn’t much better.

"Turn around," Jaemin rasped.

Donghyuck’s body reacted before his brain could catch up.

He swallowed hard, his throat working around the painful dryness as he obeyed, cheeks flushing with humiliation. He twisted his sore, battered body with a shaky effort, lying flat on his stomach, ass on display in a vulnerable, exposed position that made his gut twist with a mix of shame and anticipation. He bit his lip hard to stifle a pained whimper as the spot on his rib where Jaemin had devoured the flesh earlier pulsed with a deep, throbbing ache, the bruised skin protesting against the pressure of the mattress. Flattening his palms against the bed, fingers curling into the sheets, he waited, every nerve on edge, his breath shallow and uneven.

Jaemin moved behind him, his presence a searing weight as his hands came up to roam Donghyuck’s back. His fingertips traced across the sweaty skin slowly, igniting every nerve in their path. Then, without warning, he raked his nails down Donghyuck’s spine, dragging them hard enough to leave faint, stinging trails.

Donghyuck moaned, a low, broken sound, his hips thrusting against the mattress instinctively, smearing the sticky mess of precum from his aching dick onto the sheets beneath him. The friction was nowhere near enough, only stoking the fire burning in his core.

Jaemin’s fingers trailed lower, teasing the sensitive dip at the base of Donghyuck’s spine. He pressed a palm there, right in the middle, pushing down with a firm pressure that made Donghyuck’s sore body pulse with a delicious sort of pain. A whimper escaped Donghyuck’s lips, his muscles trembling under the weight of Jaemin’s touch.

“Please, fuck,” Donghyuck begged again, his voice thick with frustration. “Please, Jaem.” His words were a pathetic plea, his pride long since shattered under the weight of his need.

“Please what,” Jaemin murmured, his tone low and taunting as his hands splayed across Donghyuck’s thin waist, fingers digging into his hips with a possessive grip that made Donghyuck’s breath stutter. He was toying with him, dragging out every second, and it was driving Donghyuck fucking insane.

"Fuck me,” Donghyuck whispered, the words barely audible, forced out through the humiliation burning his cheeks. But he didn’t care anymore; he was too far gone, too desperate to hold anything back.

"Here?” Jaemin asked, his voice a dark, teasing growl. Without warning, he shoved his fingers between Donghyuck’s ass cheeks hard, curling them into the flesh and squeezing with a brutal grip, sending a shockwave through Donghyuck’s body.

“Ahh,” Donghyuck moaned, pressing his flushed cheek into the mattress. “Yes,” he groaned, the word breaking as it left his throat. “There, please.” Tears of frustration and need prickled at the corners of his eyes, his body trembling under Jaemin’s rough touch.

"Why?” Jaemin breathed, his voice laced with a cruel curiosity as he guided Donghyuck’s hips with his other hand, forcing them to arch up, positioning him just how he wanted. The control in his touch was maddening.

Donghyuck arched up without hesitation, lifting his ass into the air, pressing his chest down against the mattress in a submissive curve. The position left him exposed, vulnerable, and the humiliation of it only made his dick throb harder. 

“Because I need you inside me, fuck,” Donghyuck groaned, his voice rough with desperation. “Need you so bad,” he moaned, pushing back into the fingers kneading his ass harshly. “Please.”

"Fuck,” Jaemin breathed shakily.

Without warning, he slapped Donghyuck’s ass hard, the sharp crack of skin against skin echoing in the room. Donghyuck gasped, the sting blooming across his flesh, quickly melting into a throaty moan as his hands bunched the sheets, knuckles white from gripping so tight.

Jaemin grabbed both cheeks in his hands, kneading at them harshly, fingers digging into the tender flesh with a bruising force that made Donghyuck’s breath catch. A low groan rumbled in Jaemin’s chest as he parted Donghyuck’s cheeks wide, exposing him completely. 

The cool air hit Donghyuck’s twitching hole, and he whimpered weakly, the sensation overwhelming in its intimacy. His entire body tensed, anticipation and need coiling tight in his gut.

"Such a pretty hole you have," Jaemin whispered, his voice low and dripping with dark appreciation as his thumbs pulled at Donghyuck’s rim, forcing the tender flesh to open. The sensation was sharp, invasive, and it sent a jolt of raw heat through Donghyuck’s already trembling body.

"Ahh, god," Donghyuck moaned, pain blooming there in a hot, throbbing wave, making him sob weakly into the mattress. His hips wiggled instinctively, trying to escape the sting, but Jaemin held him firmly in place, his grip on Donghyuck’s hips like iron as he dug his thumbs inside cruelly, forcing his hole open wider. 

"It’s stretched," Jaemin murmured, his tone turning accusing as he pulled at the tender rim harder, making Donghyuck’s breath hitch with a pathetic whimper. "Did you lie to me, Donghyuck?" His voice dropped lower, a dangerous edge cutting through as his thumbs pressed in deeper, testing the limits. "Did you let someone fuck you tonight?”

"No," Donghyuck moaned, the word breaking on a gasp as he shook his head against the sheets, his face burning with the humiliation of being so exposed, so questioned. "I stretched it earlier in the shower before going out.”

“Oh?" Jaemin’s tone lifted with mocking curiosity as he kept toying with Donghyuck’s rim. "Why? You wanted to be fucked so badly tonight? Wanted to be stuffed full? You’re such a slut, it’s pathetic." The words hit like a slap, cutting deep even as they made Donghyuck’s dick twitch, his body betraying him with every humiliating second.

"Fuck you!" Donghyuck snapped as he tried to wiggle his ass away, pushing up with trembling arms to stand, to regain some semblance of control. But Jaemin’s hand shot down to his shoulder, shoving him back against the mattress with a forceful push that knocked the air from Donghyuck’s lungs. The impact made him break into another needy moan, even as humiliation burned through him, mixing with the desperate ache in his core.

"Don’t worry,” Jaemin taunted. “I’ll fuck you.” He rubbed at Donghyuck’s hole with his thumb, the rough pad dragging over the sensitive flesh and making Donghyuck whimper pitifully. One of Donghyuck’s hands flew down to his own dick, squeezing it hard at the base to stave off the overwhelming urge to come right then and there, his body teetering on the edge.

"Wouldn’t be a good housemate if I left you like this, hm?” Jaemin continued, his tone dripping with fake sweetness as he pressed his thumb harder against Donghyuck’s quivering rim. “All needy and desperate, practically crying for my cock. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t help you out?”

"Then fucking get to it," Donghyuck gritted out in frustration, his body trembling under the weight of his own desire. 

Jaemin chuckled, the sound low and amused, sending a shiver down Donghyuck’s spine. Without any warning, he sank lower, his strong hands gripping Donghyuck’s hips before parting his cheeks wide, exposing him completely. Donghyuck’s breath hitched, and before he could even register the vulnerability, Jaemin buried his face between them, plunging his tongue deep inside with a single, forceful thrust.

Donghyuck gasped sharply, his mind stuttering as the wet, hot intrusion overwhelmed him. For a split second, he couldn’t process it, couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that Jaemin, his Jaemin, was doing this to him. That gorgeous face, the one he’d fantasized about for far too long, was pressed so intimately against him, lips and tongue working him open with a hunger that made his vision blur. When it finally sank in, a loud, broken moan ripped from his throat, his hand instinctively squeezing hard at the base to stop himself from coming on the spot.

"Fuck, Jaemin—” His voice cracked as his other hand clawed at the sheets.

Jaemin groaned against him, the vibration of his voice sending a jolt through Donghyuck’s body. His fingers dug into Donghyuck’s cheeks, hard enough to leave marks, as he started bobbing his head, tongue out and relentless. He fucked into him with a rhythm that was both punishing and perfect, the slick muscle sliding in and out of Donghyuck’s inner walls, stretching him, claiming him. Every thrust of Jaemin’s tongue sent waves of heat coursing through him, making his thighs tremble and his cock throb painfully in his grip.

“Oh, god,” Donghyuck whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut as the sensations threatened to drown him. “Jaemin, fuck—don’t—” His words cut off with a choked sob, his hips instinctively pushing back, chasing more of that wet heat, needing Jaemin’s tongue to sink even deeper.

Jaemin groaned again, harder this time, the sound muffled against Donghyuck’s skin as he tightened his grip, pulling Donghyuck’s ass even closer. He buried his face deeper, his tongue moving with a skill and precision that made Donghyuck’s stomach twist in a violent mix of pleasure and something darker—jealousy. The thought sliced through him like a knife: Jaemin doing this to his boyfriend, and the image of Jaemin on his knees for that loser, tongue buried deep like this, made Donghyuck’s heart clench painfully in his chest.

"Jaemin, don’t stop,” he choked out, a string of high-pitched moans slipping out. He shook his head as if he could shake the cruel thoughts away. His voice was thick with emotion, desperation bleeding into every syllable as he spoke. “Please, just—fuck, don’t stop.” He pushed back harder, grinding against Jaemin’s face, needing to feel more, to stake some kind of claim, even if it was just for this moment. 

Jaemin devoured his ass, fucking into him with his tongue for what felt like hours, the punishing rhythm unwavering, driving Donghyuck to the brink of insanity. Each slick thrust, each wet drag against his inner walls, sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him, making his body shudder uncontrollably. His moans and sobs filled the room, his fist tight around his cock as it pulsed with so many overwhelming sensations that it felt like he was cumming even when he wasn’t. Precum leaked profusely from the tip, dripping onto the sheets below, proof of how utterly wrecked he was under Jaemin’s assault.

When Jaemin finally pulled away, panting hard against Donghyuck’s trembling skin, he didn’t give him a moment to recover. Immediately, he started nipping at Donghyuck’s ass cheeks, continuing his ruthless attack, sinking his teeth in so hard that Donghyuck actually cried out. Tears leaked from his eyes, soaking the sheets beneath him as the sting mixed with the lingering pleasure, creating a heady, shattering mess of sensations.

"Jaemin, Jaem,” he blabbered, his words shaky and hitching, barely coherent through the haze of pain and need. “Please—please.” He wasn’t even sure what he was begging for anymore. The sweet torment was breaking his mind, shattering him in every way possible, leaving him a trembling, desperate wreck.

Jaemin finally pulled back, his breathing loud and ragged. He patted Donghyuck’s hips with a rough tenderness, then repositioned him the way he wanted, arching his hips higher, pressing down on his spine to force his chest harder into the mattress. Donghyuck let himself be moved like a doll, too far gone to resist, breathing hard against the damp sheets. His face was wet with tears, his body trembling as he sniffed and shook, waiting for whatever Jaemin would do next, every nerve alight with anticipation.

Jaemin positioned himself behind him, parting Donghyuck’s cheeks again with firm hands. Then he spat, the warm saliva hitting Donghyuck square on his rim, the sensation filthy and intimate all at once making Donghyuck moan softly at the feeling.

Jaemin spat again before rubbing at the slickness with his thumb. He pushed it in and out, slow at first, stretching him just enough to make Donghyuck squirm, then pulled it out entirely, leaving him aching and empty. The next moment, he replaced it with the blunt head of his cock, pressing against Donghyuck’s entrance with a teasing pressure that made his breath catch.

“Ahh, yes,” Donghyuck moaned, voice raw. “Please.”

"So desperate for it,” Jaemin murmured as he rubbed his cock there, dragging it against Donghyuck’s slick rim without pushing in. 

"Yes, fuck,” Donghyuck whined, his voice breaking with desperation. “Need you inside me.”

Jaemin groaned at the words, and then without warning, he thrust inside, his dick sinking in with one brutal push, stealing the breath from Donghyuck’s lungs. A loud, high-pitched moan tore from Donghyuck’s throat as searing pain shot through him; Jaemin’s thick length split him open, stretching him beyond what he thought he could take, the burn mingling with a dark, desperate pleasure.

"Fuck, you’re swallowing me so easily,” Jaemin muttered, almost to himself, his voice rough with awe. “Such a greedy little ass, fuck.” He sank deeper, pushing forward until he was buried to the hilt, his hips flush against Donghyuck’s trembling body.

Donghyuck breathed through his mouth unevenly, tears leaking from his eyes again as the pain made his brain fracture even further. His hands clenched the sheets, fingers digging into the fabric as he tried to anchor himself against the overwhelming fullness. “Jaemin,” he whimpered, his voice small and broken.

"Yes?” Jaemin gritted out. “Is this what you want? A cock stuffing you full? Splitting you open like this?”

Donghyuck shook his head weakly, whimpering pathetically, the words cutting through the fog of pain and need. It wasn’t just that, he couldn’t put it into words, not when his mind was such a mess.

"Then what?” Jaemin growled, pulling out halfway just to thrust in again, hard and punishing, making Donghyuck’s whole body rattle forward with the force of it. The bed creaked under them, the sound mixing with Donghyuck’s sharp cry.

"You,” Donghyuck cried out, the raw word tearing out of his chest in a hitched sob. “I want you, Jaemin. Just you.”

A low moan left Jaemin, shaky and undone, as if the words had struck something deep in him. “Fuck,” he breathed, his voice trembling with something Donghyuck didn't dare hope for. Then he surged forward, one hand gripping Donghyuck by the throat as he lifted his face from the sheets, turning it to the side. His lips crashed into Donghyuck’s in a hard, desperate kiss, swallowing the gasp that escaped him.

Donghyuck’s back pressed against Jaemin’s sweaty chest, the heat of their bodies melding together as Jaemin started fucking him hard. Each thrust was fierce, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in with a ferocity that made Donghyuck’s vision waver. At the same time, Jaemin kissed him with a matching intensity, his tongue plunging so deep into Donghyuck’s mouth, like he was trying to claim every part of him.

Donghyuck whined against Jaemin's mouth, pressing back desperately against the relentless assault on his ass, the pain mingling with searing pleasure in a way that made him lose all sense of sanity. Every thrust felt like it was tearing him apart and putting him back together, the burn and stretch overwhelming as he clung to Jaemin, needing more, needing everything.

"Harder,” he groaned against Jaemin’s mouth. Jaemin didn’t hesitate, obliging with a ferocity that made the bed creak loudly beneath them, the frame threatening to give out under the force of his thrusts. His hips slammed into Donghyuck with brutal intensity, each movement driving deeper, hitting spots that made Donghyuck’s entire body quake.

Donghyuck sobbed, the sound muffled as Jaemin swallowed it, fucking into his mouth with his tongue, mirroring the rhythm of his hips. Spit leaked out messily between them, dripping down Donghyuck’s chin as their kiss turned sloppy and frenzied, all teeth and desperation. 

Jaemin’s hips snapped furiously, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. He moaned and groaned deeply against Donghyuck’s mouth, the vibrations sending shivers through him, their sweat-slicked skin slipping everywhere they touched, making every movement even more heated and messy.

Then Jaemin pulled away just a breath, his hand squeezing around Donghyuck’s neck, panting hot and heavy against his cheek while his hips kept pounding into him without mercy. Donghyuck choked out a gasp, his vision darkening at the edges as Jaemin squeezed harder, the pressure making him wheeze. The pain in his loins turned molten, a white-hot ache, spreading through his entire body, blurring the line between agony and ecstasy.

“It’s pissing me off so bad,” Jaemin growled against his cheek. “How much I want you, fuck, wanna stay inside you forever.” He bit at Donghyuck’s cheek, sharp and possessive, as his fingers tightened around Donghyuck’s throat. “Live inside you, make your guts my permanent home.”

He eased his hold on Donghyuck’s neck then, just enough for him to suck in a shaky breath, and at the same time, he slowed his hips, fucking into him lazily now, dragging out each thrust. Donghyuck wheezed, his chest heaving as he tried to process the words Jaemin had just snarled out. They were filthy, unhinged, and yet somehow the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to him, twisting something deep in his chest until it hurt.

"You’re insane,” he whispered, voice barely holding together under the weight of his emotions.

Jaemin pushed at his head again, pressing his face back down into the mattress with a rough hand as he picked up his thrusts once more. “Whose fault is that?” he growled, anger flaring in his tone as he snapped his hips furiously, each thrust harder than the last. “Fuck you, Donghyuck.” His voice was full of fury, gritted out through clenched teeth, like he was fighting something deeper than just the heat of the moment.

"Why?” Donghyuck sobbed, the word breaking apart as Jaemin hit his prostate dead-on, sending sparks shooting through his veins, electrifying every nerve in his body. The pleasure was blinding, unbearable, making his toes curl and his vision blur.

"You got me all fucked up,” Jaemin hissed, pounding into that spot relentlessly, over and over, with a precision that made Donghyuck’s eyes roll back so hard he saw stars. His balls tightened painfully, the pressure building to a breaking point as Jaemin’s cock dragged against his walls, hitting him exactly where he needed it most.

"You’re fucking ruining me,” Jaemin breathed, his voice breaking apart with raw emotion. It sounded like a forced confession, as if the words were being ripped out of him against his will.

Donghyuck could only sob in response, his own heart twisting so hard in his chest he swore he felt his ribs cracking under the strain. The intensity of it all, Jaemin’s words, his thrusts, the raw need in his voice, shattered something inside him. His hands shot to his dick again, unable to take it anymore, wrapping around himself with a desperate grip. One stroke, just one, and he was cumming hard, pleasure shooting through him like a tidal wave, making him shudder violently. His brain fractured under the onslaught, splintering into a million pieces as he moaned so loud it echoed in the room, chanting Jaemin’s name like a prayer. “Jaemin, Jaemin, fuck—Jaemin!” Cum shot from his dick in thick, hot waves, spilling onto the sheets beneath him, each pulse dragging another broken sound from his throat.

Jaemin’s hips stilled, then he pulled out suddenly, the abrupt emptiness leaving Donghyuck’s hole twitching desperately as he tried to breathe through the mind-shattering orgasm that still had his nerves on fire. His chest heaved as the aftershocks rippled through him. His hand slowed on his cock, then slipped away, falling limp to the sheets. He felt boneless, utterly torn apart, his whole body buzzing with a heady rush of endorphins that made his head swim.

Jaemin’s hands were on him again, pulling at his ass cheeks with a possessive grip that made Donghyuck’s oversensitive skin sting. Then his thumbs were scratching at Donghyuck’s bruised hole, the sharp sensation cutting through the haze of bliss.

“Ahh,” Donghyuck cried weakly, overstimulation making his entire body feel like a live wire, every touch amplified to the point of pain.

"Shhh,” Jaemin shushed him, his harsh, commanding voice a stark contrast to the tenderness Donghyuck craved in that moment. Then, without warning, he pushed two fingers inside, breaching him again, making Donghyuck’s breath hitch.

Donghyuck whimpered, clenching around the digits instinctively, his walls fluttering from the intrusion so soon after his climax.

Jaemin let out a low, guttural moan, before pressing a third finger in, forcing it past the tight ring of muscle with a relentless push. The stretch burned sharply as Donghyuck’s body struggled to adjust.

“Too much,” Donghyuck whispered hoarsely, lashes trembling as fresh tears pricked at his eyes. His hands weakly gripped the sheets, trembling with the effort to hold himself together.

"You can take it,” Jaemin breathed, daring Donghyuck to prove him wrong. Then he pressed a fourth finger in, stretching Donghyuck beyond his limits, the burn intensifying into something that bordered on unbearable.

"No,” Donghyuck cried, his voice breaking as he shook his head against the mattress. “Please, Jaemin. I can’t.” He tried wiggling away, crawling forward on the bed, but his body felt so heavy, his limbs uncooperative and sluggish from the exhaustion and overstimulation weighing him down.

"You can,” Jaemin breathed roughly, his voice dripping with a twisted kind of encouragement. He forced the fourth finger fully inside, then spread them wide, stretching Donghyuck’s walls in a way that made his breath catch in a pained gasp, the agony making his spent cock twitch helplessly.

"Oh, god,” Donghyuck whimpered painfully, his voice a broken sob as his oversensitive body pulsed with conflicting signals. His cock twitched again, spurting another weak drop of cum, making his whole face burn with humiliation.

Jaemin groaned, a deep, hungry sound, and Donghyuck could hear him jerking himself off slowly behind him, the wet sound of his hand sliding over his dick echoing in the charged silence. The noise only heightened Donghyuck’s embarrassment, knowing Jaemin was getting off on this, on pushing him past his breaking point.

Then Jaemin curled his fingers inside, hitting that spot again, the one that made Donghyuck’s entire body jolt with a shattered moan before he pulled his fingers out suddenly. The abrupt emptiness left Donghyuck feeling exposed, his hole gaping from the stretch as cool air hit the sensitive skin.

Donghyuck whimpered with embarrassment, burying his flaming face into the sheets, wishing he could disappear. He could feel how open he was, the humiliation twisting his insides even as his body still thrummed with the afterglow.

"Fuck,” Jaemin breathed, his voice thick with awe and something darker, almost reverent. “So pink, so pretty. Do you think my hand will fit in there? Wanna fist you so bad.”

The words made Donghyuck jolt with panic, his eyes shooting open wide as a cold dread washed over him. “No, no, no, no,” he chanted, scrambling to crawl away, his exhausted limbs trembling as he tried to put distance between them.

Jaemin chuckled behind him menacingly. He grabbed Donghyuck’s hips with firm hands, stilling him effortlessly, pulling him back into place. “Where do you think you’re going, hm?” he teased. “Not done playing with you yet.”

"Jaemin,” Donghyuck whined, half-sobbing as he weakly tried to twist away, his body still too spent to put up a real fight. “You sadistic bastard.”

Jaemin laughed again, the sound dark and rough as it rolled out of him. “This is all you,” he murmured as he pulled at Donghyuck’s tender hole again, this time with all of his fingers, stretching it wide. The sensation was brutal, making Donghyuck’s breath catch in his throat. "I'm not usually like this.”

"Yeah, no shit,” Donghyuck snapped weakly. “You’re probably used to sappy love-making, missionary and shit.” His words dripped with bitter sarcasm, even as his body shuddered under Jaemin’s cruel touch.

Jaemin punished him for the jab, stretching him even wider, his fingers merciless as they forced Donghyuck’s hole to open further. Donghyuck cried out, a sharp, pained sound, clawing at the sheets beneath him as fresh pain stabbed through his overworked hole.

"You’re such an ass,” Jaemin hissed, his tone biting. “I like him, you know.” His voice dipped lower, almost defensive as he spoke.

"Clearly not enough,” Donghyuck spat back venomously.

“I do, I like him,” Jaemin insisted, his voice wavering slightly, a crack in his otherwise hard exterior. “This is all your fault, such a desperate slut. How could I resist you when you're being this fucking needy for me?” 

"He bores you,” Donghyuck hissed, his voice low and cutting, even as his body screamed from the stretch. “You need this.” He pressed back against the fingers ruthlessly stretching him. “Jaemin, you need me.”

Jaemin groaned deeply, the sound raw and guttural, like the words had struck something primal in him. Without warning, he thrust back inside in one sudden, brutal push, full of fury, his thick cock breaching Donghyuck again and splitting him open with no mercy.

“Ahh-mmm,” Donghyuck moaned, the sound breaking into a pained whimper as Jaemin’s length filled him, the stretch agonizing yet impossibly addictive. His walls clenched instinctively, even as the burn made his vision swim and his stomach lurch.

Jaemin gripped his hips in a bruising hold, fingers digging into Donghyuck’s flesh hard enough to leave marks as he started pounding into him again, relentless and unhinged. His deep groans filled the room, each thrust fueled by a wild, chaotic energy that seemed to spiral out of control.

Donghyuck whined, his softened cock twitching again and again, leaking a clear liquid, helpless under the brutal assault on his prostate. Jaemin fucked into that spot raw, targeting the bundle of nerves with punishing precision, each hit sending overwhelming waves of sensation that made Donghyuck’s vision blur and darken at the edges. He closed his eyes and took it all, tears leaking silently down his cheeks as he endured the onslaught, clenching around Jaemin again and again. He could take it—he knew he could. Only he could handle this version of Jaemin, this wild, unhinged beast consumed by desire, unraveling at the seams.

"Fuck, Hyuck,” Jaemin growled through gritted teeth, his voice strained as his brutal thrusts started to turn sloppy, jerking unevenly. Donghyuck felt him twitch inside, the thick length pulsing with every erratic movement. He heard how close Jaemin was from the ragged breaths escaping him, the low, restrained moans that slipped out despite his attempt to hold them back.

Donghyuck clenched around him again, hard, squeezing with everything he had left in him. That was all it took for Jaemin to break apart completely. His hips stilled, his grip on Donghyuck’s hips tightening to a bruising intensity as he came so hard and deep, a guttural groan of Donghyuck’s name slipping from his lips under his breath. “Hyuck, fuck—Hyuck!” His release flooded Donghyuck’s inner walls, filling his guts with hot, thick spurts that seemed to go on forever, marking him in the most intimate, possessive way.

Donghyuck shuddered beneath him, his body trembling from the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed, his own breath hitching as the heat of Jaemin’s cum seared into him. “Jaemin,” he whispered, voice broken and barely audible.

Jaemin stayed buried inside him for a moment longer, panting heavily, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. 

Then he pulled out slowly, leaving Donghyuck shaking beneath him. A soft whimper escaped Donghyuck’s lips as he felt the sudden emptiness, his body still buzzing with overstimulation. Thick, warm cum leaked from his abused hole, trickling down his thighs, but Jaemin’s fingers were quick to catch it. He scooped it up with a possessive touch, pushing it back inside, his fingers sinking deep into Donghyuck’s oversensitive rim, fucking the cum back into him with slow thrusts of his fingers.

“Jaemin…” Donghyuck’s voice was barely a whisper as his hips finally gave out. His body collapsed against the mattress, the soft sheets sticking to his sweat-slicked skin. A sharp jolt of pain shot up his spine, making him flinch, and fresh tears welled up in his eyes, spilling over his hot cheeks. “Enough,” he mumbled, his voice cracking with exhaustion.

Jaemin didn’t seem to hear—or couldn’t stop. His breaths came in hard pants as he kept fucking into Donghyuck’s rim, curling his fingers with precision, brushing against that swollen spot inside that made Donghyuck’s entire body shudder.

“Please…” Donghyuck sobbed.

With one final, deep thrust of his fingers, Jaemin stilled. He pulled out slowly, dragging a shaky breath as he wiped his slick fingers against the curve of Donghyuck’s ass.

“Fuck, you’re bleeding,” he muttered, his voice tense. Without another word, he shot to his feet, the sudden movement startling Donghyuck out of his dazed state.

He lifted his head with effort, turning just enough to see Jaemin walking away. A pang of fear twisted in his chest, thinking Jaemin might leave him like this, broken and vulnerable and aching. Another small sob tore from his throat. “Don’t leave me,” he pleaded, his voice barely holding together.

Jaemin froze mid-step, turning back with wide, startled eyes. “I’ll be back,” he said quickly, his voice rough with urgency. He swallowed thickly, his gaze flickering over Donghyuck’s trembling form. “You’re bleeding. Just… stay there. I’ll be right back.” With that, he hurried out of the room, his footsteps echoing faintly as he disappeared down the hall.

Donghyuck blinked after him, confusion and exhaustion swirling in his hazy mind. Resigned, he let his head fall back to the mattress, surrendering to the heavy weight of his body. Every inch of him hurt, a deep, throbbing ache that pulsed from the base of his skull down to his toes. He’d never been fucked like this before, raw, senseless. His mind teetered on the edge of sleep, slipping in and out of consciousness as the adrenaline faded, leaving only the dull hum of pain behind.

He wasn’t sure how long he lay there, drifting, when he felt hands on him again. A soft whine slipped past his lips as he shifted his hips weakly, instinctively trying to pull away. Something cool and slick was being rubbed against his sore, inflamed hole, the sensation both soothing and jarring. 

“Shhh,” Jaemin’s voice came gently as he stroked the small of Donghyuck’s back with tender, reassuring touches. “This will help,” he murmured, his tone soft as he worked what must have been a soothing balm into Donghyuck’s abused rim. “Just relax for me, okay?”

Donghyuck hummed faintly, his body gradually loosening under Jaemin’s careful ministrations. The balm dulled the sharp sting, replacing it with a cooling relief that made him sigh. His tense muscles eased bit by bit as Jaemin’s fingers moved with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with the ferocity of earlier.

“Turn around,” Jaemin whispered when he was done.

Donghyuck jolted slightly, half-asleep and disoriented, a low whine escaping him as he struggled to process the request. His body felt like lead, too heavy to move on his own. “Mmm… can’t,” he mumbled, his words slurring with exhaustion.

“Come on,” Jaemin coaxed. His hands slid to Donghyuck’s waist, guiding him with a firm but gentle grip. “I’ve got you.”

With a groan, Donghyuck mustered the strength to lift himself, wincing as pain pulsed through his sore muscles. He turned slowly, guided by Jaemin’s hands, until he was on his back. The moment his tender ass met the mattress, a sharp whimper escaped him, his body protesting the contact. His eyes fluttered against the harsh light streaming into the room, blinking rapidly as he adjusted.

Jaemin leaned down, pressing soft, lingering kisses along Donghyuck’s hips. He trailed his mouth lower, inching down until he captured Donghyuck’s soft dick in his mouth. He sucked gently, cleaning the dried mess there with a tenderness that made Donghyuck’s heart squeeze painfully.

Donghyuck moaned softly, his hips jerking up involuntarily at the warmth of Jaemin’s mouth. His hands lifted to thread through Jaemin’s hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as he melted under the sudden care he’d been craving. “Jaemin,” he mumbled, his voice thick with emotion, as he raked his fingers gently against Jaemin’s scalp.

Jaemin hummed deeply in response. He continued sucking tenderly for a few more moments, taking his time, before pulling away with a soft, wet sound. He nuzzled his face against Donghyuck’s heat, breathing him in deeply.

Donghyuck held him there, his grip in Jaemin’s hair tightening just slightly, grounding himself in the moment. His eyes finally fluttered open fully, and he looked down. Jaemin’s face was pressed against his groin, eyes closed, lost in the scent and warmth of him.

Jaemin stayed there for a few lingering minutes, his face pressed gently against him, rubbing his cheek slowly there. His breaths came in soft puffs, tickling Donghyuck’s overheated flesh as he seemed to soak in the intimacy of the moment. Donghyuck’s fingers remained tangled in Jaemin’s thick strands, tracing lazy patterns against his scalp.

Finally, Jaemin lifted his head, and Donghyuck’s breath caught at the sight. Jaemin’s gorgeous face was flushed a deep, rosy pink, his cheeks stained with heat. His dark blue hair was a tousled mess, strands falling into his eyes, and his mouth hung slightly parted, lips glistening and swollen. He gazed up at Donghyuck through his thick, long lashes, his eyes dark with something raw and unguarded. He was so pretty it almost hurt to look at him, achingly beautiful in a way that was breaking Donghyuck's heart.

Then, as if unable to hold the stare, Jaemin lowered his head again, pressing soft kisses along the plane of Donghyuck’s stomach. His lips trailed upward, mapping a slow path across trembling skin, each kiss a quiet apology for the roughness that came before. Sitting up slightly, Jaemin reached for the small tube of balm. He squirted a generous amount onto his fingers, the cool gel glistening as he rubbed it between them to warm it up just a bit.

“Stay still for me,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing as he leaned over Donghyuck’s torso. His fingers found the bruised patch of skin along Donghyuck’s ribcage, where Jaemin had devoured the flesh earlier with hungry bites. The marks were dark and angry, standing out against Donghyuck’s tanned skin, and Jaemin’s touch was featherlight as he spread the cool gel over the tender area.

Donghyuck hissed at the initial contact, the sting mingling with the cold sensation of the balm, but Jaemin was careful. His fingers worked in small, gentle circles, massaging the gel into the bruised flesh with a tenderness that made Donghyuck’s breath hitch. 

“Does it hurt a lot?” Jaemin asked softly, his brow furrowing with concern as he glanced up for a brief moment.

“Little bit,” Donghyuck mumbled, though the coolness of the balm was already starting to dull the ache. He watched Jaemin through half-lidded eyes, taking in the way his jaw clenched slightly with focus, the way his fingers moved with such care. It was a side of Jaemin that unraveled him; this quiet, protective gentleness that emerged after the storm.

When he was satisfied with his work, Jaemin wiped his hands on a nearby towel and tossed the tube of balm aside. He looked up at Donghyuck—but almost immediately averted his gaze, unable to hold the weight of Donghyuck’s heavy, searching stare. 

He fidgeted for a second, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Can you stand?” he murmured, still avoiding Donghyuck’s eyes.

“Why?” Donghyuck mumbled, his tone laced with lethargy as he shifted slightly, wincing at the dull ache that pulsed through his body with even the smallest movement.

“Your bed’s gross,” Jaemin said quietly. 

He stood up and reached down for Donghyuck, his hands hovering near his waist. “Come on. Up.”

Donghyuck sat up with a sharp hiss, pain blooming in different places all at once. He bit down hard on his lip, shoulders curling in as he tried to swallow the sound of the weak, broken whimpers clawing up his throat anyway.

Jaemin was there immediately.

An arm slid around his waist. The other came up around his shoulders, steadying him before he could tip forward.

“Easy,” Jaemin murmured.

They moved slowly together, Donghyuck’s steps uneven, breath stuttering in short, pained bursts as Jaemin guided him forward. Donghyuck didn’t ask where they were going. He barely had it in him to think. He just followed, leaning into Jaemin without meaning to, letting himself be held upright.

He expected the bathroom.

Instead, Jaemin turned them down the hall.

Donghyuck faltered when he realized, his breath hitching as they angled toward Jaemin’s room. His fingers tightened weakly in Jaemin’s skin, pulse kicking hard and fast.

Jaemin didn’t say anything. He just kept walking quietly, as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

The light flicked on. Jaemin guided him toward the bed, the familiar scent of him hitting Donghyuck all at once; soft, powdery vanilla and clean sheets. Warmth. The dark grey bedding looked impossibly inviting, the thick black duvet already pulled back.

Jaemin let go only long enough to lift the covers.

“Lay down,” he said quietly, still not looking at him.

Donghyuck didn’t argue. He went willingly, brushing past Jaemin’s body as he did, the contact sending a soft, helpless shiver through him. He eased himself onto the mattress, heart hammering, head spinning again.

Jaemin pulled the duvet over him, leaning in to adjust it, careful hands smoothing it into place.

Donghyuck blinked up at him, Jaemin’s face so close again, close enough to feel his breath, but Jaemin still didn’t look at him, and the longer he didn’t, the more Donghyuck’s chest ached with it.

So he reached up before he could think better of it, cupping Jaemin’s face in his palms.

Jaemin startled, breath catching as his eyes finally met Donghyuck’s.

Donghyuck lifted his head and kissed him, moulding their mouths together in an intimate press.

Jaemin’s breath hitched audibly, his jaw shifting beneath Donghyuck’s touch.

Donghyuck kissed him again, slower, needier, because he needed him so badly he ached all over. 

When he pulled back, he stayed close, brushing their noses together.

“You’re gonna sleep here, right?” he whispered, the words barely there against Jaemin’s lips.

“I was gonna take the couch,” Jaemin murmured.

Donghyuck shook his head. “No.” His voice was small now. “You sleep here. With me.”

Jaemin’s breath caught again, and Donghyuck kissed him once more, even softer this time.

“Yeah?” Donghyuck pressed, brushing another tender kiss, nuzzling against him.

Jaemin hesitated, just a beat, then nodded, kissing Donghyuck back. Donghyuck melted into it, a deep, sleepy hum slipping out of him before he could stop it.

When Jaemin pulled away, he guided Donghyuck back down, careful hands brushing his hair from his face before straightening.

“I’ll be back,” he whispered. “Sleep.”

Donghyuck caught his wrist weakly as he turned.

“Promise you’ll come back?” he mumbled, eyes already drifting shut.

“I promise,” Jaemin said without hesitation.

Donghyuck let go. His hand fell limp at his side as sleep started to pull him under. 

He didn’t hear Jaemin leave. Jaemin’s bed, his scent, the warmth of him lingering in the sheets made Donghyuck sink deeper, almost purring with it as he drifted into a shallow, contented sleep.

When Donghyuck woke from his light sleep, the first thing he felt was warmth.

Jaemin’s solid chest was pressed to his back, an arm draped loosely around his waist beneath the duvet. The hold made Donghyuck’s body relax before his mind fully caught up.

He hummed sleepily and pressed back against Jaemin without thinking.

Jaemin responded immediately, tightening his hold just a little. His skin was still faintly damp, cool in contrast to the heat trapped beneath the covers, fresh from the shower, Donghyuck realized hazily. Cool lips pressed to the side of his neck, lingering for a second before Jaemin nuzzled closer, nose brushing warm skin.

Donghyuck hummed again.

He reached up, fingers finding Jaemin’s hand and curling around it. His head tipped to the side in a silent offering, giving Jaemin more space to tuck his face against his neck. Damp hair tickled his skin, and Donghyuck smiled faintly, eyes still closed.

Jaemin breathed him in like that for a while until his breathing started to even out, syncing with Donghyuck’s.

Donghyuck was already halfway under when he heard Jaemin whisper something against his neck. The words slipped past him through the haze of sleep, indistinct and blurred. He thought, just for a second, that he heard the word mine.

He dismissed it almost immediately, too soft, too warm to linger on the thought. Just his imagination. Wishful thinking.

Still, the feeling stayed.

He felt so content, so satiated, in a way that made him feel too full to fit inside his own skin.

A dopey smile tugged at his lips as he drifted fully under again, sinking into a dreamless, peaceful sleep with Jaemin’s arm firm around his waist and his warmth pressed close behind him.

Donghyuck felt so good, his entire skin buzzing with a strange, electric sensation, as if someone had strung live wires across his body. Each touch sent light shockwaves rippling through his flesh, sinking deep into his core, igniting something raw and primal. His dick hardened painfully as the heat coiled tighter in his gut.

He moaned—or at least, he thought he did.

In this hazy, half-dream state, sounds couldn’t quite reach him. The world felt muffled, distant, like he was floating somewhere between sleep and reality. But the pleasure didn’t stop. It crawled higher, a slow burn that licked up his spine, teasing every nerve until it clawed its way into his brain. Then, a sharp jolt, his eyes snapped open as something thick and blunt breached him, splitting him open with a raw, invasive heat.

A pained, startled sound tore from his throat, only to be smothered by a large, rough hand clamping over his mouth.

“Shhhh.”

A low voice husked behind him, warm, panting breaths fanning against the back of his neck. The sound was familiar, grounding, but it did little to soothe the chaotic rush in Donghyuck’s chest.

He blinked hard, forcing his foggy mind to clear as he pieced together his surroundings; Jaemin’s bed beneath him, soft sheets tangled around his legs. Jaemin’s scent, sweet and intoxicating, filling his lungs with every shaky inhale. Jaemin’s room, cloaked in the heavy darkness of early morning. And, without a doubt, Jaemin behind him, the weight of his body pressing close, the undeniable stretch of his dick thrusting inside him raw. The intrusion burned, a mix of pain and something darker, hungrier, as Donghyuck’s body adjusted to the sudden fullness.

His panicked breaths slowed, morphing into a breathy moan, muffled under the heat of Jaemin’s palm still pressed tight over his lips.

Jaemin’s other hand was wrapped around Donghyuck’s hard dick, stroking it slowly. That had to be the sensation he’d felt in his sleep, the teasing drag of those fingers working him up, making him hard and desperate before Jaemin decided to take more.

Jaemin started fucking into him slowly, pulling out halfway and pushing in again, each thrust drawing a shudder from Donghyuck’s overused body. His hand dragged down from Donghyuck’s mouth, trailing over the heated skin of his neck, fingers brushing lightly over the racing pulse there before settling on his chest. He held Donghyuck tightly, anchoring him against his own solid frame as he rutted into him from behind, the heat of their bodies melding in the quiet, humid darkness of the room.

Donghyuck’s eyes fluttered closed again, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he reached one hand back, threading his fingers through Jaemin’s soft, messy hair.

He tugged lightly, needing something to ground himself as a spark of pain flared in his tender hole, still raw and sore from their fucking just hours ago. 

Jaemin’s dick dragged inside him bare, a delicious throb of pain mingling with pleasure, making Donghyuck’s breath hitch with every weak moan that spilled out.

Jaemin kept his pace slow, sensual, rolling his hips with a languid rhythm that had Donghyuck feeling every inch, every drag of friction. At the same time, Jaemin’s other hand worked Donghyuck’s dick with light, teasing strokes, thumb circling the tip just enough to keep him on edge.

Donghyuck turned his face to the side blindly, seeking Jaemin, desperate for more connection, more of that overwhelming warmth. Jaemin was already there, mouthing at his neck, teeth grazing over a particularly sensitive spot that made Donghyuck gasp. A wounded sound slipped from his throat, and Jaemin silenced it immediately with a deep, hungry kiss. He pushed his tongue inside, licking into Donghyuck’s mouth with slow strokes, exploring every corner as if claiming him all over again. 

Donghyuck’s eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy, a muffled moan vibrating between them as he melted into the kiss, letting Jaemin take control.

Jaemin found his tongue and closed his mouth around it, sucking on it tenderly, the skillful rolls of his hips quickening slightly before easing again, dragging the pleasure out in torturous waves.

Donghyuck whimpered, his body trembling beneath the onslaught of sensation, rutting back against Jaemin instinctively, chasing more of that deep, aching heat. Jaemin’s mouth was warm and wet around his tongue, teasing in a way that made Donghyuck’s head spin, every suck sending a pulse of need straight to his core.

Donghyuck’s heart hammered beneath Jaemin’s hand, the rough palm pressed flat against his chest, feeling the wild thud of his pulse as heat simmered everywhere in his body. Sweat beaded on his skin, sticking their bodies together where they touched, the intimacy of it all overwhelming.

This was so unlike the unhinged Jaemin from the other night, the one who had fucked him raw and toyed with him ruthlessly, pushing him to the edge over and over with no mercy. That Jaemin had been feral, hungry, but this—this gentle version of him, making love to him in the quiet haze of early morning, sucking at his tongue like a thirsty man desperate for a taste was somehow even more mind-fracturing. Donghyuck felt like he was being unraveled, piece by piece, in a way he hadn’t anticipated. He didn’t think he could go back to the person he was before he experienced Jaemin in this addictive, intimate way, where every touch felt like a confession, every breath a promise.

Donghyuck whimpered, tightening his hold on Jaemin’s hair, pulling at the soft strands until Jaemin gasped into his mouth. He let Donghyuck’s tongue go, only to mouth at his jaw, lips and teeth grazing the sharp line as he snapped his hips harder, hitting that sweet bundle of nerves deep inside. 

Donghyuck whined weakly, the jolt of pleasure-pain making his body arch, his toes curl against the tangled sheets. Precum leaked over Jaemin’s fingers as they pumped Donghyuck’s dick in time with his thrusts, the rhythm building a tight coil of heat in his gut.

"Jaemin," Donghyuck breathed, his voice needy, thick with sleep. "Baby.”

Jaemin groaned softly against his neck, the sound sinking into Donghyuck’s skin as his pace faltered for a split second, his dick twitching hard inside him, a visceral reaction to that single, loaded word. 

Donghyuck could feel it, the way Jaemin’s control slipped, the way his breath hitched sharply against his damp skin. He tightened his hold on Donghyuck’s ribs, fingers digging into the flesh as if anchoring himself, before resuming fucking into him, harder now, each thrust raw and unrestrained, like that endearment had cracked something open deep inside him, unleashing a flood of need.

He moaned quietly against Donghyuck’s neck, his lips finding the sensitive skin there again, kissing with a desperate edge before sucking gently, leaving behind faint, tingling marks. His hips snapped with force, fucking Donghyuck hard and deep, hitting his prostate with pinpoint precision each time, sending sharp jolts of pleasure ripping through him.

Donghyuck was moaning softly, his hand fisting Jaemin’s hair tighter, tugging as he pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with equal desperation. The slap of their skin echoed faintly in the quiet room, mixing with the slick sound of Jaemin’s hand stroking Donghyuck’s dick, pushing him closer to the edge. His body was on fire, every nerve alight, the ache and the heat blending into something overwhelming.

“Don’t stop,” Donghyuck mumbled, his voice slurred, lost in a wave of sensations, his heart swelling so much it felt like it was expanding until he couldn’t breathe properly. 

Jaemin groaned against him again, quickening his thrusts and the strokes of his hand, hips snapping faster, each movement more urgent, more possessive.

“Right there, baby,” Donghyuck whined when Jaemin hit his prostate again, his head tipping back against Jaemin’s shoulder, eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure built to a fever pitch. “Fuck, you feel so good, don’t stop. I need you—need you so bad.”

Jaemin moaned, the sound hoarse and wrecked as his pace faltered, hips losing their perfect rhythm. His breath came in ragged pants against Donghyuck’s neck as his body trembled with the effort to hold on just a little longer. Every thrust was a desperate push, his raw desire spilling out in the way his fingers dug into Donghyuck’s flesh, leaving faint crescent marks on the flushed skin.

Jaemin’s hand around Donghyuck’s dick quickened too, jerking him off fast until Donghyuck felt the pleasure snapping, his slit throbbing once before erupting with thick cum. His body arched off the bed, a sharp cry tearing from his throat as he clenched around Jaemin reflexively, his inner walls squeezing tight around the hard length inside him, drawing a broken sound from Jaemin as his hips turned sloppy, losing all control, hand still milking Donghyuck’s dick through the aftershocks.

“Jaemin, oh god—too much,” Donghyuck gasped as the overstimulation hit, his body twitching under the relentless strokes. His fingers tugged hard at Jaemin's strands, whimpering until Jaemin finally released his spent dick.

Both of Jaemin’s hands wrapped tightly around his chest now, pulling him flush against his own heaving body as he fucked him hard, raw dick thrusting so fast and deep it sent sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through Donghyuck’s core. Each stroke scratched at his sensitive walls deliciously, dragging out low, needy moans from Donghyuck’s parted lips.

Then suddenly, Jaemin’s teeth sank into Donghyuck’s shoulder, biting down so deep that a sharp cry of pain ripped from Donghyuck’s throat. The sting mingled with the pleasure, blurring the lines until Donghyuck couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

Jaemin groaned against his skin as he came undone, cumming hard and hot inside him. His hips stuttered, rolling deep as he emptied himself, spilling every last drop with a shudder that shook them both. 

Jaemin moaned deeply, voice wrecked as he kept moving, rolling his hips even after he was done, pushing the cum deeper inside until Donghyuck felt the sticky warmth seeping into his gut.

His arms loosened their tight hold around Donghyuck's chest, but he stayed close, pressed flush against him, his dick still half-hard and buried deep inside, the heat of their bodies a comforting warmth as Jaemin’s chest heaved gently against Donghyuck’s back. 

He moved lazily now, hips rolling slowly, not chasing anything but the quiet connection of their bodies.

Donghyuck sighed softly, as he melted into the sensation, every nerve still tingling, his muscles unwinding as he gripped at the sheets blindly to wipe at the sticky mess on his dick and stomach, fingers trembling with the effort before falling limp against the mattress.

Donghyuck closed his eyes again, sinking back into Jaemin’s solid presence, clutching at his arms as his racing heart started to slow, his breathing steadying with each gentle exhale.

Jaemin didn’t pull away, didn’t rush to break the moment. Instead, he soothed the bite mark on Donghyuck’s shoulder with tender laps of his tongue, the warm, wet strokes easing the dull sting. 

He fucked into Donghyuck languidly, without the frantic heat from before, just intimate, keeping them connected in the most primal way. Each slow thrust a grounding rhythm that kept Donghyuck tethered to him.

He pressed his face into the sweaty crook of Donghyuck’s neck, mouthing at the damp skin lazily, lips and tongue tracing idle patterns, his breath hot and slow against Donghyuck’s throat. 

Donghyuck started to drift back to sleep, feeling utterly sated and soothed, the weight of Jaemin’s body and the gentle movement inside him lulling him into a hazy calm.

Jaemin’s heartbeat, pressed firmly to Donghyuck’s back, slowed in tandem with his own as if their bodies were one. His breathing deepened, matching Donghyuck’s, each inhale and exhale a shared cadence. The lazy thrusts turned even slower, barely a motion now, just enough to keep that intimate fullness as they both hovered on the edge of sleep.

They fell asleep again like that, tangled together, Donghyuck impossibly full and warm in every way, Jaemin buried deep inside him, lulling him to sleep with the languid rolls of his hips and the soothing press of kisses along his neck. 

When Donghyuck woke up again—or maybe was dragged out of sleep, this time it was by the urgent, humiliating need to piss. His bladder felt stretched to the point of pain, a tight pressure that made his stomach clench. He groaned softly, eyes fluttering open, already half-aware that he wouldn’t be able to ignore it.

The room was still dark. Curtains drawn fully shut, the kind of darkness that made it hard to tell whether it was early morning or deep night. For a few sluggish seconds, he just lay there, breathing, trying to gather himself.

The duvet had slipped down to his waist at some point. His bare upper body was exposed to the cool air, goosebumps prickling along his arms and ribs. He shivered once, involuntarily, and reached back with one hand, seeking warmth out of instinct more than thought.

Empty.

The bed was cool where Jaemin should’ve been. Not freshly empty, either. The sheets had that faint chill that meant he’d been gone for a while.

Donghyuck blinked, trying to pull himself together. His head felt stuffed with cotton, his thoughts lagging behind his body. The room smelled unmistakably like them. Jaemin’s potent perfume lingered in the air, sweet, powdery, almost too intimate for daylight, mixed with the musk of sweat and sex that clung to the sheets and Donghyuck’s skin.

Heat crept up his neck, settling deep in his cheeks.

Fragments of last night—and earlier this morning, started slipping back into place in flashes. Hands. Heat. Weight. A voice close to his ear. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head weakly, like he could physically dislodge the lewd images before they took hold.

Not now. Later. Please.

He pushed himself up slowly, bracing one hand on the mattress. A sharp gasp tore out of him before he could stop it. Pain bloomed along his spine, radiating outward.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

It was everywhere. His back. His hips. His thighs. Even before he properly moved, his body protested like it had been used hard and left to remember it. He sat there for a moment, hunched slightly, breathing through it.

His hands came up to his face, palms dragging down slowly, wiping away the last sticky remnants of sleep. His mouth felt thick and dry, tongue heavy in his mouth. His throat burned dully, like he’d been groaning too much or swallowing too little water. His head throbbed in slow pulses.

He glanced around the room, squinting into the darkness. His phone was nowhere to be seen, where did he even leave it? He wanted to know the time, needed something solid to orient himself.

Was Jaemin still in the house?

He listened, holding his breath. The silence pressed in. No footsteps. No water running. No clink of dishes or soft music. It was eerily quiet. But then again, Jaemin was never loud. He moved through spaces like he didn’t want to disturb them.

Donghyuck sighed through his nose and finally kicked the duvet away. Cold air rushed over him, making his whole body prickle. He hissed softly, bladder throbbing in sharp agreement that he needed to move. Now.

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

Big mistake.

Pain shot up his calves, wrapped around his knees, settled deep in his hips. He gasped, fingers digging into the mattress, breath stuttering as his body caught up with him. When he pushed himself upright, a low grunt slipped out of him, his ass aching in a way that made everything click unpleasantly into place.

God. He hurt everywhere.

It was enough to make his eyes sting, enough to make him pause there for a second, bent slightly forward, gathering the will to keep going. But the pressure in his bladder was relentless. He forced himself onward, dragging his feet across the floor, one careful step at a time, until he made it out of the room.

The hallway was dim, washed in weak afternoon light seeping through cracks in the curtains. When his eyes landed on the clock on the wall, his steps stalled completely.

03:40 PM.

He stared at it for a second too long, disbelief sinking in. He’d slept straight through the day. 

“Fuck,” he muttered.

He shuffled forward again, every step punctuated by a small grunt or hiss, until he reached the bathroom. The light switch clicked loudly in the silence. The brightness hit him like a slap. He winced, raising a hand to shield his eyes as pain stabbed behind them.

He made it to the toilet just in time.

Relief flooded through him as he pissed, long and unbroken, his shoulders slumping as his body finally unclenched. He yawned wide, muffling it against his palm, eyes watering slightly.

When he was done, he rinsed, wiped himself, flushed, all on autopilot. He walked to the sink, braced his hands on the counter, and lifted his head.

He looked up at the mirror—

And froze.

The sight that greeted him was a hot mess. The definition of fucked up. Ruined.

He barely recognized himself at first. His eyes were puffy, lids swollen and rimmed red like he’d cried or fucked himself hoarse—or both. His mouth was flushed a deep, overstimulated pink, swollen more on one side, a dull burn blooming there now that he was actually looking at it. When he pressed his tongue briefly to his lower lip, it stung.

Remnants of black eyeliner were smeared beneath his eyes, soft and ugly and unmistakably slept-in. His hair was a disaster, flattened in some places, sticking up in others, tacky with sweat and whatever else had dried into it overnight. He looked touched. Used. Lived in.

And his neck—

His breath caught hard in his throat.

Dark, angry marks littered the delicate skin there. Bruises layered over bruises. Bites, unmistakable, some already blooming purple, others still red and sore. They trailed down his sides, scattered like Jaemin’s mouth had wandered wherever it pleased, wherever Donghyuck had let him linger.

His ribs made his stomach twist.

Right there. Over his tattoo. Born to be wild.

The inked skin was bruised deep and dark, bite marks standing out ugly and vivid against it. The area looked sucked raw, almost bitter, like Jaemin had latched on and refused to let go. Like he’d wanted to mark that part of him specifically. Claim it with his teeth, tear it out and chew on it—

Donghyuck sucked in a shaky breath, chest rising too fast.

Heat surged through him without permission. Embarrassment curled low in his gut, tangled immediately with arousal that made his thighs tense. His body remembered too easily, Jaemin’s mouth there, the way he’d devoured him like a starving man, teeth scraping, lips bruising, hands holding him still while he took what he wanted.

Like he might tear him open and eat him whole.

Donghyuck pressed his lips together hard, jaw tightening. His face flushed again, heat crawling up his neck, spreading embarrassingly fast. He looked away from the mirror, then back, like it might change if he blinked.

It didn’t.

He shook his head, feeling unsteady. The movement made the room tilt for a second, his head swimming unpleasantly. His stomach twisted, hollow, sour. It was empty, achingly so, but the thought of food made him recoil immediately, a faint wave of nausea rolling through him.

He swallowed thickly, gripping the edge of the sink until it passed, breathing through his nose.

God.

He looked wrecked.

And worse—part of him still felt soft about it. Still warm. Still buzzing under his skin like Jaemin hadn’t really left at all.

“Get it together,” he hissed, swallowing around the nausea again.

Then he straightened.

He didn’t look at himself again. Just turned away from the mirror and walked into the shower stall, movements stiff, like his body belonged to someone else now. A shower would help. It had to.

It didn’t.

The water ran hot enough to sting, then lukewarm, then cold when he forgot to adjust it again. He stood there longer than he meant to, head bowed, letting it hit his shoulders and spine, tracing every ache, every sore place like it was cataloguing what had been done to him. His skin felt too sensitive, almost buzzing, like it still remembered hands, teeth, weight.

When he finally turned it off, he was still tired. Still sore. Still hollow and too full at the same time.

He dragged his aching body back to his room, wrapped in his thick bathrobe. The moment he stepped inside, his nose wrinkled instinctively.

The room was a mess.

The bed was unmade, sheets twisted and half-pulled off, pillows shoved aside like they’d been in the way. The faint, unmistakable musk of sex lingered in the air, sweat, skin, and something sweet underneath it all that made his stomach flip.

He crossed the room quickly and threw the window open wide. Cold air rushed in immediately, sharp and biting, stealing his breath. He sighed despite it, chest loosening as his lungs finally felt like they were filling properly for the first time in hours. The cold sank into his damp skin and made him shiver hard.

Outside, the sky was white. Completely washed out, not a hint of blue anywhere. Snow fell mixed with rain, the kind of gloomy weather that pressed in on everything and told you to stay inside.

He stared at it for a second longer than necessary, then stepped back, pulling the robe tighter around himself.

That’s when he saw it.

The tall glass of water sat untouched on the nightstand, right where Jaemin had left it last night.

He’d forgotten to drink it. If Jaemin hadn’t brought it to him last night, catching Donghyuck off guard like that, in that delirious state, none of this would have happened.

The thought frightened him.

He felt a sudden, quiet swell of gratitude for that single glass, for that small, caring gesture, so intense it almost startled him.

He crossed the room and picked the glass up, drinking half of it in one go, not stopping, throat working hard.

His stomach convulsed in protest, but he pushed through it, swallowing until the glass was nearly empty. He breathed out shakily and set it back down, hand lingering on the rim for a beat too long.

Clothes.

He turned toward the closet, reached for the handle—

And stopped.

His hand fell away slowly. He stood there for a second, robe hanging loose, damp hair dripping cold water down his neck.

Then he turned around.

He walked out of his room and down the hall toward Jaemin’s, bare feet cold against the floor, heart starting to thud harder with every step. He didn’t pause. Didn’t let himself think. Didn’t give himself time to hesitate.

He just went.

He didn’t stop until he was standing in front of Jaemin’s closet, blinking at the dark, polished wood like it might blink back at him.

He pulled it open.

Jaemin’s clothes hung neatly inside, dark colors, clean lines, everything very… him. Donghyuck stared for a second too long, then reached in. His fingers brushed over fabric after fabric until they caught on something familiar.

The dark blue zip-up hoodie.

His hand stilled. He tugged it free and let his robe slip off his shoulders and pool uselessly at his feet. The cold hit him for half a second before he pulled the hoodie on over bare skin, drowning in it immediately. He zipped it all the way up, then threw the hood over his head like he needed the extra layer.

Jaemin’s scent clung to it faintly, and it made something in his chest loosen and ache at the same time.

His hands moved again, almost on their own, grabbing a pair of black sweatpants next. The ones that always hung loose on Jaemin’s hips, the ones that tempted him every damn time without even trying. He pulled them on, fabric soft and worn, Jaemin’s smell stronger here, warmer.

His heart jumped in a way that felt embarrassing.

Hopeless. He was truly, painfully hopeless.

He closed the closet when he was done and crossed the room to Jaemin’s vanity. There were too many products there, bottles and jars and things Donghyuck didn’t even know the purpose of, but his hand went straight for the one thing he wanted. The perfume.

He uncapped it and inhaled deeply.

Powdery vanilla filled his lungs instantly, the scent that always made his head go fuzzy. He groaned softly, helpless, the sound ripped from him before he could stop it. For a second, he genuinely thought about drinking it, about pressing his mouth to the bottle like an idiot.

Instead, he sprayed it onto his throat and wrists. The sweetness bloomed around him immediately; powdered sugar cookies, vanilla shortcake, warmth and comfort and Jaemin. Jaemin smelled like a damn dessert.

He closed his eyes and breathed it in, then let out a long exhale and set the bottle back down.

Painkillers next, he told himself. Then find his phone. Then maybe eat something. Maybe tidy the place a bit.

Maybe by then Jaemin would be back.

Jaemin hated this kind of weather. Hated the cold, the wet, the grey that seeped into everything. Surely he wouldn’t stay out long.

Surely he’d comeback.

Jaemin didn’t come back.

Not at seven. Not at eight. Not when the sky outside went fully dark and the streetlights flickered on, casting dull orange shapes across the living room wall.

By nine, Donghyuck was bundled up on the couch like a wounded animal, wrapped in a fluffy blanket that was objectively too warm but somehow still not enough. A corny romcom played on the TV, all sweeping music and tragic misunderstandings. He watched it anyway, snarking at the characters like they might hear him through the screen.

“Oh my god, just communicate,” he muttered, shoving a Haribo marshmallow into his mouth. “You deserve each other. In hell.”

He watched it to the end.

Of course he did.

His phone lay face-up beside him, silenced, lighting up every few minutes with messages and missed calls. Where did you go? Are you alive? We’re coming to get you. He ignored all of it, sulking in peace, stuffing himself with sugar like that might plug the hole in his chest.

Jaemin didn’t call.

Didn’t text.

Didn’t even check if he was alive after fucking him raw and leaving him cold and empty and alone in the morning. And sore. So sore he could barely move.

The painkillers dulled the worst of the physical ache, but they did nothing for the one that sat heavier and heavier in his chest the longer the apartment stayed quiet. The longer Jaemin didn’t show up. Didn’t reach out.

Was he with his loser-ass boyfriend?

Kissing up to him. Apologizing. Begging for forgiveness. Would he stay the night with him, make love to him properly, kiss him slow and careful, touch him with the same hands that had been rough and desperate with Donghyuck?

The thought sent a sharp, hot flare through his chest. He rubbed at it with a sugar-sticky hand, jaw clenching hard.

“Fucking bitch,” he muttered, eyes burning. “Fucking sissy. Don’t you dare cry. It was just sex. Get a fucking grip.”

He sniffed and shoved another oversized pink marshmallow into his mouth, chewing aggressively. “What did you fucking expect?” he mumbled around the sweetness. “A marriage proposal? You threw yourself at him like a whore. You provoked him!”

He swallowed, glaring at the female lead on screen who had just burst into tears in the rain.

“Pathetic,” he told her flatly. “That’s what you get.”

His voice wobbled anyway.

“Falling in love with someone who could ruin—”

The sound of the door unlocking cut him off mid-sentence.

His pulse slammed hard into his ribs. His eyes widened, breath catching so sharply it almost hurt. The marshmallow sat forgotten on his tongue as he stared toward the door, heart tripping over itself.

For one humiliating second, he panicked about how he looked, blanket cocoon, sugar-stained fingers, mid-romcom meltdown.

Then the door opened.

And there he was.

Donghyuck stayed frozen on the couch, wide-eyed and tear-stricken, the blanket pooled around his waist, as Jaemin walked in with grocery bags hanging from his hands like nothing in the world was wrong.

Jaemin shut the door behind him, toeing off his sneakers. He turned—

And stilled.

Donghyuck blinked, throat tight, chest aching stupidly. His hand came up too fast, wiping angrily at his cheeks, like if he did it quick enough Jaemin wouldn’t see.

They stared at each other.

Neither of them moved. Neither of them spoke. The TV kept playing behind them, rain pouring dramatically onscreen, violins swelling like it was mocking him on purpose.

Jaemin’s gaze dragged slowly over him; bare feet sticking out of the blanket, red nose, swollen mouth, his dark blue hoodie hanging off him like it belonged there.

Then Jaemin took a step closer. Squinted.

“…Are you,” he said carefully, “crying?”

Donghyuck’s cheeks burned instantly. 

Jaemin’s eyes trailed down again. Took in the hoodie properly this time. “And is that my hoodie?”

“No,” Donghyuck snapped immediately. Then, without missing a beat, “And yes.”

He crossed his arms tighter. “No, I'm not crying. Something went in my eyes. Like—dust. Or emotions. And yes, this is your hoodie. Got a problem with that?”

Jaemin just stared at him, unblinking.

Then he started approaching slowly, cautiously, like he was dealing with a feral animal that might bite.

“O…kay?” he said, dragging the word out.

Donghyuck turned his face back to the TV with a sharp huff, just in time to see the male lead sprint dramatically through the rain and grab the female lead, kissing her like the world was ending.

Tears spilled over again and Donghyuck scrubbed at his face angrily, furious with himself, furious with the movie, furious with Jaemin for existing.

Behind him, Jaemin made a small noise. A snort that he tried, and failed, to hide by clearing his throat.

Donghyuck whipped his head around. “What?”

“Nothing,” Jaemin said too fast.

“It’s a sad movie,” Donghyuck snapped. “It’s tragic.”

“They’re—”

“Tragic,” Donghyuck repeated, deadly.

Jaemin bit the inside of his cheek and set the grocery bags down on the coffee table, eyes darting between the screen and Donghyuck like he wasn’t sure which one was more dangerous.

“Did you eat?” he asked finally, shrugging out of his puffer jacket.

“Why do you care?” Donghyuck muttered, turning away again.

Jaemin sighed. “Because I brought takeout.”

Donghyuck’s ears perked despite himself.

“…Your favorite,” Jaemin added, sinking down beside him, giving him a careful side-eye.

Donghyuck didn’t look at him.

But he didn’t move away either.

“Do you always treat your night stands like this?” Donghyuck muttered, staring stubbornly at the TV. “Leaving them cold and alone and bruised all over, then not even checking on them?”

Jaemin sighed, long and tired, and reached for the blanket.

Donghyuck slapped his hand away on instinct. 

“Ow,” Jaemin mumbled immediately, wincing. “My feet are cold.”

“Get your own,” Donghyuck snapped.

Jaemin ignored him and reached again.

They wrestled for it, a quiet, stupid tug-of-war, fabric stretching, shoulders bumping, both of them huffing under their breath like annoyed children. Donghyuck’s arms started to ache, the soreness flaring sharp enough to make his eyes sting.

“Asshole,” he muttered, finally letting go with a dramatic huff.

Jaemin won easily, pulling the blanket over himself, and then, without asking, shifting closer until their shoulders pressed together.

Donghyuck stiffened. Didn’t move away.

Jaemin tilted his head slightly, sniffing. “You smell like me.”

“Fuck you,” Donghyuck said immediately. “Answer my question.”

Jaemin reached lazily for the open bag of marshmallows.

Donghyuck snatched it away, clutching it to his chest like a petulant child. 

Jaemin clicked his tongue. “Violent.”

“Deflecting,” Donghyuck shot back.

“I don’t do one-night stands,” Jaemin said calmly, like he was stating a boring fact. “Never have.”

Donghyuck scoffed bitterly. “Right. Because you already have a boyfriend.”

“Not anymore.”

The two words made Donghyuck freeze mid-breath. His fingers tightened around the crinkly plastic of the candy bag, the sound suddenly too loud. The movie kept playing, oblivious, rain still pouring on-screen.

Jaemin reached for the bag again, slower this time. Their fingers brushed briefly, and it sent a sharp, electric jolt up Donghyuck’s arm. Jaemin plucked the bag from his grip without comment and leaned back like nothing had happened.

Donghyuck’s hand hovered uselessly over his chest. The tears on his cheeks dried fast, replaced by something bright and unstable blooming under his ribs. It made him feel lightheaded, almost giddy, like he’d stood up too fast.

“You—” His voice cracked. He cleared his throat and tried again. “It’s over?” He aimed for casual. Missed by a mile.

“Mhmm,” Jaemin hummed around a marshmallow, completely nonchalant.

“What happened?” Donghyuck asked carefully, glancing at him sideways, trying not to appear desperate.

Jaemin leaned back slightly, calm as ever, almost unnervingly so. “I broke up with him,” he said quietly, watching the credits roll by like they were genuinely fascinating. “Told him what happened the other night. Ended it.”

Donghyuck felt something inside snap in that delicious, cruel way. A manic smile threatened to stretch across his face, but he pressed his lips together, trying not to look deranged.

“Oh,” he said instead. “Damn.”

He didn't really give a damn.

“Don’t act like you give a fuck,” Jaemin said.

“I don’t,” Donghyuck replied immediately. Then, after a beat. “Are you okay?”

Jaemin finally glanced at him.

“What do you think?”

“I’m asking you.”

Jaemin shrugged. “I’m not the one who got cheated on. I’m not the one hurting.”

“Shit,” Donghyuck said, dragging the word out. “That must be rough.”

Jaemin’s mouth twitched.

“I mean,” Donghyuck went on, “starting the new year with a broken heart? Tragic. Really sucks to be him.”

He reached over, stole a marshmallow straight from Jaemin’s hand, and shoved it into his mouth, chewing around a pout.

Jaemin stared at him.

“You’re an asshole,” he said after a moment. “You know that, right?”

“Takes one to know one.”

Jaemin snorted softly and shook his head. His eyes dropped again, taking in Donghyuck in his oversized hoodie, sweatpants loose around his hips, the powdery sweetness of his perfume shamelessly clinging to him.

"You're hopeless," he murmured.

Donghyuck bit his lip and looked down at himself, feeling suddenly shy. He didn’t say anything. He just tilted his head and leaned it over until it rested against Jaemin’s shoulder.

For one awful half-second, he braced himself to be pushed off. For the familiar huff. The muttered complaint.

It didn’t come.

Jaemin stayed still.

Donghyuck’s heart leapt so hard it almost hurt.

Progress, he thought. That was progress.

They sat like that for a while, quiet except for the TV flipping into ads. Neither of them paid attention. Jaemin shifted just enough to settle more comfortably, his shoulder solid and warm under Donghyuck’s cheek.

Then he spoke, voice deep and low, so close to Donghyuck’s ear it made him shiver. 

“Not going out tonight?”

Donghyuck shook his head.

“Why not? It’s the day before New Year’s Eve. You never stay home.”

“Tired,” Donghyuck mumbled. “And sore.” He almost added, and right where I need to be, but kept it to himself. Too soon.

“Mhmm,” Jaemin hummed, the sound vibrating against his temple.

“I’m done partying,” Donghyuck added, voice soft, almost sleepy.

Jaemin snorted. “You say that every time you almost die of alcohol poisoning.”

Donghyuck jabbed him lightly in the side, earning a low chuckle from Jaemin.

“I’m staying in,” he said after a beat.

“Okay,” Jaemin didn't argue this time. 

“Takeout, you said?” Donghyuck mumbled, lifting his head just enough to peer at the bags.

Jaemin hummed again. “Braised pork ribs. Your favorite.”

Donghyuck’s stomach growled immediately, and he buried his face back into Jaemin’s shoulder, sighing.

“Go eat,” Jaemin said.

“In a bit,” Donghyuck said, rubbing his cheek against Jaemin’s shoulder.

Jaemin let him. He relaxed back into the couch, legs spreading a little, posture loosening in a way that felt dangerously domestic.

Donghyuck’s eyes drifted to Jaemin’s hand resting on his thigh. His pulse kicked up again, loud and stupid. He hesitated, then reached for it.

His fingers barely brushed Jaemin’s when Jaemin swatted his hand away.

“You’re pushing it,” Jaemin muttered.

Donghyuck snorted, but instead of backing off, he grabbed Jaemin’s hand again, forcing their fingers to thread together stubbornly despite Jaemin’s resistance. They wrestled a little, fingers tangling, knuckles brushing, until Jaemin sighed, defeated. “Needy,” he murmured, finally letting Donghyuck hold on.

Donghyuck ignored him completely. He sighed contentedly and nuzzled closer, clinging like a satisfied cat claiming its grumpy human. Jaemin’s warmth seeped into him, his sweet, baked-cookies scent and clean fabric filling his lungs, warm and comforting, like coming home after a long day spent in the cold. 

Jaemin didn’t pull away.

And Donghyuck didn’t think he could be happier than he was in that moment.

Even if it didn’t lead to anything. Even if this was all it ever was.

It still filled his chest and his heart with something new, something he hadn’t had before.

Hope.

Maybe Jaemin would be his.

Eventually.

In time.