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It's mostly because of one of Haechan's offhand comments and the need to fluster Jeno after he ruthlessly kills Chenle in a round of PUBG that Chenle lets himself fall into the back of his couch and loudly complains, "Hyung, you must be a virgin."

The hyung is mostly to soothe the burn, even if it doesn't make it any less pointed, but it's Jisung that spits out his drink all over Chenle's table at the words, "Chenle-yah, what are you even saying?"

“What? I’m a virgin, you’re a virgin, I’m allowed to ask!” It’s barely even a question, much less a serious one, and Chenle sticks out his tongue as Jisung opens his mouth to protest and just starts coughing, face going red as he tries to clear his throat and just manages to spit more water over Chenle’s couch and table.

Jeno just laughs on the other side of Jisung, sliding a hand along his back to soothe him as he coughs and giving him a few tissues, “What even prompted that?” he asks calmly, smiling as he leans around Jisung to meet Chenle’s eyes, his own curved with his smile, expression not nearly as flustered as Chenle was hoping.

It just makes Chenle huff, throwing his phone on the table. Jisung has finally stopped coughing and he winces as his phone thuds on it and skids over the smooth surface, reaching to stop it before it can fall over the side of the table. “It was just something Haechan said.”

Recognition lights up in Jeno’s eyes and he laughs, sliding his hand higher up between Jisung’s shoulder blades until he can cup the back of his neck, fingers digging into the muscles there as Chenle frowns at the veins lining the back his hand, the way they shift with the movement, “Ah, something about virgins being better at games, right? Used himself as an example because he’s bad at them?”

“Something like that.” Chenle snorts, stretching his arms above his head and crossing them over the back of his couch, finally looking away when Jeno pushes his fingers into the short hair at the back of Jisung’s head and Jisung shakes off the touch and turns to scrunch his nose at Jeno. He has his hair cut short at the back and he still gets all shivery when Chenle tries to pat at it.

It’s cute really and if Jeno’s wide, slightly amused smile is any indication, he seems to think that too. “Just to clarify, he was bad at games even before. I highly doubt that getting laid affects your skill level.” he says, letting himself fall back into the couch too, tilting his head to the side so he can look at Chenle.

“But you are, aren’t you? A virgin?” Chenle meets Jeno’s eyes as lets the question settle between them, barely sparing Jisung a glance when he looks over his shoulder at Chenle, expression caught somewhere between confusion and maybe curiosity.

Jeno just blinks, laughs all low and soothing like Chenle’s question was somehow meant to be funny, “Not that it changes anything, but no, actually, I’m not.” It comes out easy and Chenle’s eyes widen as Jisung flops between the two of them, obstructing his view of Jeno.

His phone starts buzzing on the table before Chenle gets to say anything, the food they ordered having arrived, and he glances at Jeno one more time as he sits up before shaking his head and making his way to the door. It’s not really surprising in the he wasn’t expecting Jeno to be able to get laid way, more in the Chenle thought he would be like him and he just couldn’t be bothered with losing it way.

He’s still frowning when he returns with the food, something about the easy admission making Chenle want to ask more, although he’s not entirely sure what– it’s mostly curiosity over whether Jeno would even be willing to tell him more. He lets it drop when he finds that they’ve already moved on, Jisung clearly not wanting to linger on the subject even though it wouldn’t be the first time he’s talked about it with Chenle.

He doubts it has anything to do with Jeno, but maybe it’s not the first time Jisung heard about this and it’s just Chenle that was left out of the loop. He doesn’t get the chance to ask as Jeno makes quick work of pulling the food out and raises a questioning brow at Chenle when he finds that he’s still just staring at him.

“You’re not gonna eat?” Jeno asks as Jisung pops open a can of cola, laughing when Chenle just snorts and makes his way around the table to plop down next to him, their thighs brushing as Jeno doesn’t even try to move to make more space for him.

“After I paid for it? As if.” Chenle laughs, shaking off the questions swirling in his head and easily stealing the chopsticks from Jeno’s hand despite the tiny sound of protest. He just laughs when Jeno raises his brows at him, glancing between his face and the chopsticks, and Chenle slides a hand in his hair to pet at the soft strands, grinning when Jeno doesn’t even try to push him off.

For some reason, he doesn’t really manage to stop thinking about it. It’s one of those things that keeps resurfacing when Chenle least expects it and he finds himself frowning at Jeno as he runs through his sets. He’s taken to joining him at the gym, although Jeno goes more often than he does, and he watches the way the muscles on his arms flex with the effort as he slowly raises the barbell high above his chest before slowly bringing it down.

Chenle rubs at his own bare arm, softly flexing the muscle under his fingers as he keeps his eyes resolutely on Jeno, on the way the front of his shirt is soaked through from his sweat and sticking to his skin, to the contour of his pecs, his nipples. They’re hard, but they rarely are not when Jeno’s working out, and Chenle has gotten more or less used to the sight, but his eyes still linger. It feels only fair, when Jeno’s working so hard to maintain his body, that Chenle appreciates the results.

“I guess it makes sense that you’re not a virgin.” Chenle says easily, loud enough that the other person with them in the gym turns to him with wide eyes before immediately looking away when they meet Chenle’s gaze in the mirror.

Jeno groans, clearly surprised, and stops after shakily finishing his rep and placing the barbell back on its supports. It takes a second and a deep breath before he sits up so he can properly look at Chenle, “This again?” he asks, voice soothingly low and breathless. It’s much quieter than Chenle’s and he glances around as if he’s worried it’s still loud enough to bother people.

They might as well be the only ones around, the hour weird enough that the gym’s mostly empty, and Chenle snorts, watching Jeno pull the hem of his shirt to pat at his sweaty face, “What do you mean again? I’ve only recently found out you’re not a virgin, so I obviously can’t have said this before.”

Jeno winces, looks like he’s contemplating covering his whole face with his shirt as he casts another look around them as if people could have magically appeared around them between one moment and the next, “Okay, I get it, it’s the first time.”

“Clearly not yours.” Chenle’s smile only widens when Jeno groans, eyes lingering on the way the muscles of his abdomen shift with his huff of disbelieving laughter, finally looking up to meet Jeno’s eyes when he lets his shirt fall in place.

He’s properly sweaty, face shiny with it and flushed, although Chenle’s not sure if it’s from working out, embarrassment from Chenle’s words or a delightful combination of both, and his hair sticks to his forehead even as he pushes it away from his face. It makes Chenle wonder if this is how he looks when he’s getting off too, if he looked like this for his first time or even more disheveled, his cheeks an even deeper shade of red.

“You’re not gonna let it go, are you?” Jeno laughs, carefully standing up from the bench and slowly rolling his shoulders before he rubs at his neck, at the sweat gathering on the back of it. It reminds Chenle that he has Jeno’s towel around his neck, although it smells more like himself than it does like Jeno when he presses his nose into it.

Jeno doesn’t seem to mind, taking it from Chenle as he replaces him on the bench and easily draping it over his shoulders before he rolls up his sleeves. He adjusts the weight for Chenle and Chenle licks his lips as he lays down, Jeno looking down at him as he slowly wraps his fingers around the barbell, getting used to the feeling of it in his palms.

“I’m just curious.” Chenle settles on in the end. It’s a bit rough to the touch and Chenle’s hands blister easily, but he keeps forgetting to buy gloves and while Jeno lends him his whenever he asks, he always remembers too late that he needs them.

Jeno helps him raise the barbell from its stand, only letting it go when it’s properly positioned and Chenle’s muscles tighten as the full weight of it bears down on his arms, heavier than usual. “About what?” he asks, carefully monitoring Chenle’s form as he walks around him to stop by his side.

“Losing your virginity.” Chenle says, breath stuttering as Jeno reaches a hand to gently place on his tummy, his arms shaking just the slightest bit as he slowly brings the barbell down to his chest. He should probably tell Jeno to lower the weight, the effort needed to push it back up bordering on too much, but his hand is distracting and Chenle’s already having a hard time keeping his breathing level.

“I already told you it’s no big deal. I am exactly the same person I was before I lost it.” Jeno doesn’t exactly push down on his abdomen, but he does keep his hand there as Chenle goes through his sets, “You should keep your core tight, don’t just focus on your arms,” he digs his fingers in at that, just a bit, just enough for Chenle’s tummy to instinctively flex at the feeling, “That’s it.”

“I hate losing.” Chenle manages to push out, smiling when Jeno bursts into soft laughter, finally pulling his hand back when he’s sure Chenle won’t slack off, “But it doesn’t mean I don’t want to know.”

Chenle wonders when it even happened, wonders if it might have actually changed something about Jeno, but he didn’t notice just because he wasn’t looking, because he thought Jeno would be in the same boat as him. He lets out a long, shuddery breath as Jeno helps him put the barbell back at the end of his rep, staring at him like he might see the change right now.

All he sees is Jeno’s upside down smile as he shrugs, “Nobody’s stopping you from finding out. I’m sure Haechan would be more than willing to tell you about his experience with no lack of detail. With his story-telling skills he might even make it seem more interesting than it actually is.”

“You know about Haechan’s first time?” Chenle asks breathlessly, sitting up and pulling at the back of his shirt so it’ll unstick from his damp skin. It doesn’t do anything actually, as it just falls back into place.

Jeno blinks at the question, a tiny little laugh spilling out as he hands Chenle his bottle of water. “You could say that, but you’ll have to ask him about it.” It’s not a real answer, but Jeno’s good at those, good at sidestepping and moving things along in a way Chenle never has been. Chenle finds that he doesn’t mind it when it comes to Jeno, in part because he knows it’s well intended and in part because if he really pushes, Jeno usually gives in.

“I wanna ask you.” Chenle wipes at his mouth, handing Jeno his bottle back and briefly wondering where he left his as he watches Jeno take a sip out of it as well, lips shiny as he runs his tongue over them when he pulls it back. “Not about Haechan’s, just yours.”

That makes Jeno pause and he takes Chenle in like he’s trying to find something there, but Chenle just meets his eyes head-on because he has nothing to hide, “What about it?” Jeno asks, low, tentative. It makes Chenle wonder if he has something to hide or if he’s just being shy and he smiles.

The thing is that Chenle’s not exactly sure what he wants to know. There’s a curiosity there, an itch under his skin even, something about this part of Jeno that he doesn’t know anything about that makes him want to dig in. “Was it good?” he settles on, gaze slipping from Jeno’s eyes when he blinks to his mouth as he brings two fingers to fiddle with his lower lip.

It looks soft under his fingers, pink and pliable, and Chenle bites down on his own as Jeno pulls on his lip, “Not like I had any means of comparison, but yeah, within reason. It probably gets better once you know what you’re doing.” he shrugs, words the slightest bit mumbled from his fingers.

The sweat on Chenle’s back is starting to cool so he lays back down to start another set, taking a deep, steadying breath as Jeno quickly puts the bottle down and walks around to help spot him. “And do you?” His arms immediately protest as he lifts it up, muscles trembling slightly, but he manages to maintain his form, abdomen tight and chest flexed, and Jeno raises his brows at that, eyes focused on Chenle’s hands as they grip the bar, “Know what you’re doing I mean.”

“Within reason.” Jeno laughs, shoulders going up with it, his ears red and his smile easy, and Chenle wants to ask if he’s flustered because of the subject at hand or Chenle himself, but the weight of the barbell is distracting and he doesn’t know if Jeno would even give him the answer he wants, “Not like I had the time or opportunity to practice much.”

Chenle lets out a shuddery breath, the last two reps the hardest, muscles straining as he struggles to finish them without running his form. Jeno hums in approval, easily maneuvering the barbell from his hands when he finishes the last one, and Chenle can’t help himself.

“Do you want to?” It comes out a bit too breathless, not quite as firm as he would have liked it to, and Jeno laughs, one of his sleeves unrolling to fall all wrinkled over his arm.

“What’s with these questions? It’s like you’re trying to recruit me into a cult or something.”

“Just answer the question!” Chenle insists, wincing as he sits up. He’s going to regret this tomorrow when he can’t move anymore, but the adrenaline from managing to finish his sets even with the added weight makes it hard to stop. Jeno can bench press even more than him and Chenle runs his fingers over his own bicep as he glances at Jeno’s arms, at the easy definition there even when he’s not flexing.

If Jeno notices his gaze, he doesn’t mention it, although Chenle almost wants him to, “I don’t know, I guess? It’s not like I’m in a hurry or anything.” he says, voice steady even if the blush on his cheeks deepens, not stepping back even as Chenle steps closer. It makes that itch under Chenle’s skin more pressing and he still doesn’t know how to scratch it, but he thinks he might know what he wants from Jeno.

“C’mon, your hand can’t be enough after you’ve experienced the real deal.” Chenle brushes a hand through his sweat matted hair and grins when Jeno’s eyes widen, still holding his gaze even as he stops close enough that their chests are almost touching, close enough that Chenle can smell the sweat on Jeno’s skin, can almost feel his breath on his face.

Close enough that it only makes him want to get closer.

“Normal people usually have a filter-”

But Chenle doesn’t let him finish that, leaning in as Jeno’s lashes flutter, “You don’t care about that.” It comes out easily, because Jeno never has really, has always let Chenle get away with everything, never tried to change anything about him. Not that Chenle would have let him, but there are other things he would let him do, “You can practice on me.”

Jeno blinks, eyes going wide at that, and he’s perfectly still as Chenle reaches for the towel around his neck and dabs at the sweat gathering on his face. Chenle can’t tell if it’s the late hour or the fluorescent light casting weird shadows, but he swears Jeno’s eyes seem to darken as he lets the towel fall back into place, hanging lower down Jeno’s chest where he pulled at it.

It seems to make something shift and Jeno laughs when Chenle leans back, even if he doesn’t make any move to step back to widen the tiny space between them, “Now you’re just saying whatever, aren’t you?” he says, but it’s a bit too breathless, like he’s been the one lifting weights.

Chenle’s grin only widens, a flutter of excitement making him grasp at the front of his shirt in hopes of settling it. “No, I mean it. You can run me through it and it can be like a test run for my actual first time. It’s like the perfect win-win, you get some experience, I get to lose my virginity, what else could you want?”

Jeno doesn’t immediately reply, gaze searching, although Chenle’s not sure why he’s hesitating– if it’s because it’s Chenle or for some other reason entirely– but Chenle realizes that he really wants to find out, a question already on the tip of his tongue. He doesn’t get the chance to voice it before Jeno says, “I thought you hated losing.”

And there’s something else to it, something Chenle has the impression Jeno wouldn’t share even if he pushed. So he doesn’t, chooses instead to focus on the fact that it’s not a no. Chenle reaches for Jeno’s hair, cupping the back of his head and scratching his nails over the short hair there, “It’ll have to be the exception.”

And Jeno doesn’t protest it, pulling off his towel and draping it over Chenle’s face to obscure his view as he steps back, “I’ll think about it.”

“That’s basically a yes.” Chenle says cheerily, lifting it over his head like a veil to more properly take in Jeno’s expression. But Jeno’s not looking at him anymore, having sat down on the bench to continue his sets, although he does raise a brow at Chenle’s reflection in the mirror and huffs out a laugh when Chenle grins, “Okay, fine, if the baby wants to think about it, I’ll wait.”

He seems like he wants to say something to that, but in the end he just thanks Chenle when he adds more weight to his barbell and doesn’t mention it.

"If you were to lose your virginity, you'd want to lose it to a friend, right?" The question comes out without prior thought and Chenle sniffs, looking down from his reflection in the ceiling high mirrors to Haechan’s sitting form, back against the wall, legs spread and knees bent with his elbows resting on top of them.

His expression is not one of surprise when Chenle meets his eyes, but something else, his gaze assessing even as he takes him in, "In an ideal world, I'd want to lose it to a really popular celebrity so I can brag about it to everyone." he says, easy and clearly joking, and Chenle snorts, but Haechan keeps going before he gets the chance to say anything, “In a less ideal world, I’d want to lose it to someone I’m in love with.”

Chenle pauses at that, the words unhesitating on Haechan’s tongue and his expression shifting into something more serious despite the smile pulling at his mouth. They’re the only ones in the practice room as Chenle couldn’t be bothered to go back to his apartment after practice because he has his radio soon and Haechan’s caught between Dream and 127 practice so he’s trying to catch his breath.

“So who did you lose it to?” Chenle doesn’t bother dancing around the subject, never has, and if Haechan’s taken aback at the bluntness, he doesn’t show it, just rolls the bottle between his hands and hums. Part of the reason Chenle even started this conversation in the first place, and specifically with him, is because Haechan never jokes around when Chenle’s serious.

He’s always been good at matching his energy and if he doesn’t want to tell Chenle something, he’s going to tell him that and won’t try to lie, maybe because he knows Chenle hates it or maybe because he knows he gets the best reactions when he’s honest. “A friend.” he shrugs, finally putting down the bottle and leaning forward on his knees, a smile still curved on his face, “I guess we don’t live in an ideal world, but it was good and I don’t regret it, although I mostly did it out of curiosity. Is that also why you’re asking about it?”

Chenle runs a hand through his hair and doesn’t look away from Haechan’s eyes. It is curiosity, but for some reason, it feels like it has less to do with wanting to know if it changes anything and more to do with Jeno, with the fact that he’s somehow managed to lose it before Chenle, without Chenle even knowing, the fact that Chenle wouldn’t have even found out if he hadn’t off-handedly asked Jeno.

The thought makes annoyance bubble between his ribs, making his skin feel all itchy with it, and he rubs his palms on his sweats. Haechan hasn’t asked about the friend Chenle’s talking about, so Chenle doesn’t ask either, even though he definitely knows all the friends Haechan’s close enough to for this, settling instead on, “Yeah, I wanna find out how good it is.”

“Well, if it’s not good, you can just kick him in the balls.” Haechan laughs, eyes twinkling like he knows who Chenle is talking about. Maybe he does, Chenle wouldn’t put it past him, but he can already tell he won’t mention it unless Chenle does first. “More than anything, your comfort is the most important, so that’s what you should remember if you do end up acting on your curiosity.”

Chenle groans, “Now you sound just like Renjun.” It makes Haechan laugh and he leans back against the mirrored wall, his pink hair faded and frizzy from bleach, in a similar shape to Chenle’s, although at least Chenle’s is currently black– for how long, he’s not sure.

“I guess he’s rubbing off on me.” he says and it comes out more fond than anything else, honey sweet as his smile spreads wider, no teasing edge to his words, and Chenle blinks, a question already on the tip of his tongue. Haechan stands up before he gets the chance to voice it, the movement smooth and easy and he shakes it off as he stops next to Chenle to ruffle his hair, “Anyway, I need to get back to practice, so good luck on your radio.”

“If it doesn’t work out, I’ll have you show me.” Chenle grins as Haechan laughs and gently taps his knuckles against the top of his head. He’s not talking about the radio, but if Haechan’s smile is any indication, he figured out as much.

“Anything for my president.” And Chenle knows he means it, knows Haechan doesn’t make promises he can’t keep. “But I’m sure Jeno won’t turn you down.”

It comes out so easily that the words don’t even register until Haechan’s already at the door and he laughs when Chenle turns towards him, waving a hand behind him and easily letting the glass door fall shut behind him. Chenle huffs, but he can’t help his own smile, rubbing at his nose as he shakes his head and takes his phone out to keep himself entertained until his radio.

For now, all he can do is wait in any case.

The problem with waiting for Jeno to make up his mind, however, is that Chenle doesn’t like waiting and he runs out of patience sooner rather than later. To his credit, he does manage to last for a surprisingly long time, all things considered, so when he corners Jeno in his room, he's almost proud of himself for holding back for so long.

"You should just say no if you don't want to do it." Chenle says as he closes the door behind him and Jeno blinks, eyes wide and partly covered by his still wet bangs, a droplet of water valiantly hanging onto a strand of hair until he raises his brows and manages to dislodge it. It falls on the tip of his nose, sliding down to his cupid's bow until Jeno’s tongue catches it and Chenle lingers on the curve of his mouth for a second too long before he manages to tear his eyes away and meet Jeno’s.

“I’m sorry, what?” Jeno adjusts the towel around his hips, wrapped low and highlighting the v of them, skin still shower damp and shiny in the dim light of his room, and Chenle slides a hand over his own abdomen, gently pressing his fingers in to feel the slight give before he touches something firmer when he flexes.

It makes him wonder how Jeno’s body would feel under his hands, if there would be less give and more firmness, if Jeno would flex to show off or just out of shyness. Chenle licks his lips, “Helping me lose my virginity. You should just tell me no, if you don’t want to.”

Jeno’s eyes widen, be it at the bluntness or the subject, Chenle’s not sure, and he can’t seem to read him either, can’t seem to figure out why he’s holding himself back instead of just telling Chenle what he’s thinking. He still smiles, watches Jeno’s throat work as he swallows, “Yeah,” he says, clears his throat when the words come out a bit too low, voice almost scratchy, “If I didn’t want to, I would have told you already.”

The low whirring of the running computer is the only sound filling the room, its screen open in the periphery of Chenle’s vision on what might be photoshop or whatever Jaemin’s been using to edit his photos these days. It reminds Chenle of something important, the same thing the two beds in the room remind him of, the door behind him unlocked, but he chooses to ignore that as he takes a step towards Jeno.

Ignore may even be a strong word, as he wasn’t paying much attention in the first place, but he doesn’t miss the way Jeno glances behind him towards the door, Jisung and Renjun’s voices outside the room barely audible, but undeniably there. “So you want to?”

It’s not the full question, the implication there making something twist in Chenle’s belly, hot and pressing as he runs his gaze down the sharp lines of Jeno’s body, over the swell of his pecs and peaked nipples, the AC making his wet skin break out into goosebumps. When he looks up, Jeno’s eyes seem more intent, watching him as he takes another step towards him and making no move towards or away from Chenle.

“That’s not the point.” Jeno says and yet again, it’s not a no, but Chenle wants a yes, wants Jeno to look him in the eye and tell him he wants to fuck him. It takes him a second to even remember what the point was supposed to be, what the conversation even is about if not that.

His first time. Chenle just wants a good time.

“I don’t care. I wanna know.” Another step. Jeno’s fingers curl in his towel, pressed to the sides of his thighs as he still doesn’t move. Not a no, but not a yes either. Chenle wants to pull that damn towel off, but more than that, he wants Jeno to stop holding himself back and tell him what he wants.

Jeno has told him before that he wishes Chenle would open up to them more, to him, but Chenle thinks that Jeno’s much harder to read than he is and while Chenle can see his bare body, he wants more than that, he wants Jeno to bare himself to him. Chenle’s always been greedy, but he doesn’t feel sorry about it, not one bit.

After all, people should be greedy for Jeno.

“You want to know-”

“If you want to fuck me.” Chenle interrupts, can’t help himself anymore, and maybe his voice comes out a bit too loud, a bit too demanding, but Jeno still doesn’t step back, his mouth caught open before he remembers himself and he closes it, licking his lips and letting his hands relax before he presses a hand to Chenle’s chest.

It brings to Chenle’s attention the fact that his heart’s going fast enough that Jeno’s bound to feel the loud thump of it under his fingers and he swallows as Jeno’s eyes imperceptibly darken, fingers pressing in slightly, just a bit, touch gentle and voice low, careful too, none of Chenle’s loudness to it, “I already told you I would have said no if I didn’t want to,” he says and then, as if sensing Chenle’s impatience, “I want to fuck you, Chenle.”

And hearing it out loud is like feeling something drop inside him, heavy and hot as it settles in the pit of his stomach, fire licking up his spine as Jeno holds his gaze, steadier than Chenle feels, eyes dark like there’s something more to it, “Than what are we waiting for?”

Chenle doesn’t like waiting, but Jeno seems like he’s all too good at it and Chenle wants him to crave it. There’s that itch under that skin again, that need for something Chenle doesn’t have a name for, and it only seems to flare as Jeno slides his hand higher up his chest until he can loosely fit the line of his neck in the angle between his thumb and index. “You sure this is what you want for your first time?”

“What does this mean? I want you.” Chenle wants to push Jeno to the floor and take a bite out of him– he would just have to tug at that stupid towel until it fell open and then touch Jeno until he fell open under his hands. If he pushed, he already knows that Jeno would let himself fall.

“You can have me,” Chenle bites down on his lip when he tries to take a step and Jeno’s hand stops him, but Jeno’s cheeks are flushed, the colour spreading down his neck, and his pupils are wide, like he can’t help himself. Chenle wishes he wouldn’t even try. “But it doesn’t have to be like this, it can be a bit more special.”

“I thought you said it didn’t change anything.” Chenle snaps and Jeno’s fingers tighten around his neck for just a second before he slides his hand along the back of it, touch gentle as he pushes his fingers in the short hair there and takes a step closer. Chenle shivers, gaze slipping to Jeno’s pink mouth when his tongue peeks out to lick at it.

This close he can smell Jeno’s shower gel, this close he would just have to lean in to be able to taste it on his skin, but Jeno waits until he meets his eyes to say, “It doesn’t, so there really is no hurry.”

“No need to wait either, it can be special some other time.” There’s impatience thrumming under his skin, cutting his words short, making them snappier, and it only clicks that maybe that was the wrong thing to say when something shifts in Jeno’s gaze and he’s letting his hand drop from around Chenle’s neck.

It takes everything out of Chenle to stop himself from gabbing Jeno’s towel and pulling him back in until they’re flush when he steps back, but the sudden distance seems to reel Chenle in, even if Jeno’s words show none of the reluctance his body suddenly does, “Okay then.”

“I take that back, it’s not okay.” Chenle’s quick to say and he smiles when Jeno’s expression twists with confusion, a huff of laughter spilling out from between his lips as his gaze lightens, the weird seriousness that had settled over it melting away, “I can wait.”

That makes Jeno laugh, all the tension slipping away, “Really now?” he asks and it’s all teasing, eyes bright with it, making something flutter inside Chenle, “You’re maybe the most impatient person I know.”

Chenle wants to taste that damn smile, “Then don’t make me wait.” he says. Jeno’s eyes travel to his mouth when it stretches around a grin as if he too is wondering how it tastes and Chenle opens his mouth to tell him that he’s more than welcome to when the door suddenly bangs open and Chenle turns around with a frown.

“Ah, sorry.” Renjun says, nothing apologetic about his tone as he looks between the two of them like he’s trying to find incriminating evidence, sticking out his tongue at Chenle when he scrunches his nose in annoyance, “Jaeminie made food.” he makes no move of leaving and Chenle has to stifle the urge to just push him out and close the door in his face, “For all of us.”

That makes Jeno clear his throat and he gently pushes Chenle towards the door with a warm hand on his lower back, “I’ll put something on and be right out, but you two should go ahead.”

Chenle wants to protest it, because he’s not hungry, he just wants to eat Jeno, but Renjun pulls him along before he has the chance to fight it, closing the door behind them and shepherding Chenle towards the kitchen. He snorts when he catches sight of Renjun’s pleased smile, makes it his goal that next time Renjun goes to the 127 dorms he’s going to come along just to be annoying.

“I really can’t stand you sometimes.” Chenle shoots in Mandarin, but it only makes Renjun laugh, sweet and easy as he glances at Chenle from the corner of his eye, smile unfaltering even as they step inside the kitchen and Jaemin and Jisung turn to look at them.

“If you don’t want to get blue balled, then maybe don’t try to fuck where I can hear you.” It comes out just as sweet as his smile and Jisung looks between the two of them with bright eyes, his tone giving nothing away. He even pulls Chenle closer by their linked arms as Chenle tries not to choke at the bluntness.

But he rallies quickly enough, “I’m sure you’re into it, so I’ll leave the door open next time so you can really hear us.” he says in the same cheery tone, grinning when Renjun snaps his head to the side to glare at him. Jaemin frowns at the intensity of his gaze, but Chenle just laughs and looks at him instead, “What did you make, hyung?”

Jaemin doesn’t immediately answer, still glancing between the two of them, but then Renjun smiles encouragingly as he lets go of Chenle and Jaemin seems to relax, pulling Chenle deeper into the kitchen to show him. Jeno joins them not much later, teasing Jisung about something or the other as Jaemin uses his kindergarten teacher voice to make them behave with varied results.

Neither of them mention their talk, even when Jisung asks, and Chenle doesn’t get to ask Jeno about it anymore as Jisung takes him away. It somehow puts him in the same position he was in before he came over– having to wait– and he’s still just as bad at it, but at least Jeno didn’t say no.

Chenle’s not even sure why he’s so fixated on this, as he had considered losing his virginity something that was bound to happen at one point, something that he didn’t think much about, not having the opportunity for any serious sort of dating. And yet after he found out that Jeno had already lost his and moved on with his life, he simply hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it. Now Chenle really needs to find out what it’s all about and he needs Jeno specifically to show him.

Thankfully, this time around he doesn’t have to wait for long and Chenle even wants to pat himself on the back for how patiently he’s been waiting, not barging in Jeno’s room or trying to undress him after practice or just in general, not making it super obvious that he really cannot wait. He’s so good that when he comes back home late after his radio one day and Daegal doesn’t immediately try to jump him, the first thought that crosses his mind is that someone must have broken in and stolen his dog.

It’s not unusual for people to come to his apartment when he’s not there, as probably more than half of NCT knows his door code, but it is unusual for Daegal not to be the first to greet him. He briefly contemplates grabbing a knife from the kitchen when he notices light spilling from under the door to his room, but in the end he decides it’s just too troublesome and just pushes it open.

The smell hits him first, the warm, sweet cherry smell, familiar in a way Chenle can’t quite place right now, then the sight registers– Jeno’s wide eyes, the candles around his room, the flower petals on the ground, the puddle of water Jeno’s currently trying to dry with a wad of tissues. Chenle bursts into laughter, easy and loud, something awfully warm curling inside him as he grabs at the front of his shirt to try and settle the feeling, “What are you doing, hyung?”

Jeno clears his throat, then laughs, as if he can’t help himself, and he slowly rights the fallen vase next to him, the flowers in it half bald, their petals spread artfully on the ground. Chenle didn't even know he had a vase. He scratches at the back of his neck as he turns to properly meet Chenle’s eyes, his expression helplessly apologetic, "Trying to surprise you?"

"It’s a success then, I thought someone had broken into my house." Chenle’s words come out high and breathy from laughter, lilting around it, and Jeno huffs, gathering all the soaked tissues in a pile, the knees of his pants damp from the water, "Are those Renjun’s candles?"

That's why the scent was so immediately familiar, because he’s smelt it before in Renjun’s room, the deep cherry colour of them finally registering. Jeno flushes, pulling on one of his ears as he considers his thighs, "Yeah, I couldn't find enough on such a short notice, so I borrowed them for a bit. I hope the smell's okay."

"Reminds me of Renjun," Chenle scrunches his nose, laughing when Jeno blinks up at him and glances around like he’s considering blowing out all of them. He doesn’t get the chance as Chenle makes his way around said candles to stop in front of him and pushes a hand into his soft hair as Jeno tilts his head back to look at him, "But I don't mind, it'll be fun to tell him we fucked while thinking of him."

The immediate disgust that twists Jeno’s expression only makes Chenle laugh harder, so inexplicably happy that he really can't help himself. "I don't wanna think of Renjun while we fuck." he says as his frown deepens and he shivers as he seems to consider that scenario, "Do you want your first time to be with Renjun on your mind?"

"Nah, but the candles are pretty." The whole room is pretty and it's still just Chenle's room, but it feels different somehow, the sweet atmosphere making something inside him squeeze, a constant drip of warmth slowly filling him up as he takes Jeno in– surrounded by candles and flowers with red cheeks and wide eyes, looking for all the world like he’s here so Chenle can unwrap him like a present, "It would be a shame to not use them after you went through the trouble of stealing them for me."

"I borrowed them," Jeno reiterates, but his eyes brighten and he tilts his head into Chenle’s touch when he gently scratches at his scalp, more like a cat than a dog, different from Daegal, a bit more subtle about his need for affection, "So you like them?"

Chenle slides his hand from his hair lower down the side of his head to drag his fingers over the shell of his ear before he can gently cup his jaw, thumb pressing into the softness of his cheek, the warm skin there, flushed under his touch, "This your way of making it special?"

Jeno’s lashes flutter, but he shrugs, his mouth pulling into a sweet smile as Chenle draws circles into his cheek, "Thought you’d be into these kinds of things for your first time. Romantic things." he says, voice low and careful, tone almost tentative, and Chenle feels that flutter inside him again, the weird weightlessness in his chest as his heart skips a beat.

“Are you trying to seduce me, Jeno?” he asks, a bit more breathlessly than he intended, moving half a step closer as he tilts Jeno’s head back, gaze slipping down to watch the way his thighs part for him, knees sliding over the floor, as if he’s trying to invite Chenle even closer, as if Chenle would ever refuse that, “‘Cause it’s working.”

Jeno laughs, “And here I was thinking it’d take more than this.” His words trail off as Chenle runs his thumb over his lower lip, pressing the pad of it to the center of his mouth, just to feel the soft give of it under his finger, his lips wet and smooth, parting just a bit as Chenle pushes on it.

Chenle’s not sure if Jeno’s overestimating him or just really underestimating himself, because there can’t be anyone out there who wouldn’t be affected if Jeno Lee was kneeling in front of them. Chenle swallows, saliva gathering in his mouth as Jeno blinks up at him with his mouth half open under his thumb, “It takes much less than this.” he blurts, finger digging in just a bit as he feels the smooth warmth of Jeno’s tongue under it, wet and easy.

It makes Jeno’s eyes widen, his knees sliding wider on the floor, the position bound to be uncomfortable, “How honest,” he hums, holding Chenle’s gaze as he nuzzles into his hand, gently dislodges Chenle’s thumb from his mouth so he can press a tiny kiss against the sensitive skin on the inside of his wrist, the contact almost electric, “I thought you’d try fronting.”

“Why would I when I’ve never done this before?” Chenle asks bluntly, tries not to shiver as Jeno’s breath brushes his skin as he laughs, sweet and easy. Chenle doesn’t like being laughed at, but this feels different, this makes heat run up his spine and his toes curl in his socks, none of the usual temper bubbling up. Maybe those damn candles are laced with something and the smell is getting to his head.

“That’s okay, I’m not much better off than you.” Jeno gently reaches for his wrist to wrap warm fingers around it and holds onto it loosely as he sits up, groaning when his knees click and Chenle laughs, adjusting his hold so he can grab his hand, palm damp with sweat, but fitting warm and perfect against Jeno’s.

“Okay, grandpa,” he teases, pulling Jeno closer until their chests are almost touching, his hand squeezing Chenle’s as his gaze flits down to his mouth as if he can’t help himself, and Chenle grins, “At least you’re not a virgin anymore.”

It comes out light and joking, but it still makes Jeno frown and he leans forward so he can bang his forehead against Chenle’s, making him wince at the sudden pang of pain, “You’re making too big of a deal out of it. I don’t want you to be disappointed when it doesn’t live up to that.”

“I won’t be, you’re always better than you think.” Chenle’s pretty sure he’ll have a good time as long as he gets to touch Jeno. It’s the reason he asked him in the first place, not because he wants a ground-breaking experience, but because, more than anything, he wants Jeno, and it seemed like the perfect opportunity to ask, “And between the two of us, you seem to be making a bigger deal out of it.”

He glances around the room to emphasize his point, from the candles all around them to the flower petals and the bouquet to the side, it all feels like it’s supposed to be important. Chenle smiles when Jeno flushes, rubbing at the back of his neck as he looks away, still not letting go of his hand even as he takes half a step back, “I want it to be good for you.”

“Then stop acting shy and do something. You always think too much.” Chenle says, impatience curling around his words, but Jeno doesn’t let himself be persuaded quite so easily, just shifts his hold so he can intertwine their fingers and reaches behind him with his other hand to switch off Chenle’s bedside table. The room immediately dims, not full darkness as the flickering fire softens it, but it’s a gentler glow, making the atmosphere shift.

Chenle blinks and he’s not sure if it’s the change in lighting, but Jeno’s smile seems sweeter, fonder even, the candle fire dancing in his eyes like stars, “Some things need to be thought through.” he says, gently pulling Chenle along until they can sit on the bed, thighs brushing and hands still held between them, both of their palms sticky warm. Jeno doesn’t drop his gaze as he tightens his hold on his hand and brings it to his mouth to press a kiss to the back of it, making Chenle’s body feel too small to contain the warmth that fills him up.

His lips are soft and a bit sticky with saliva and Chenle swallows, Jeno’s mouth lingering, “Not this. I’m pretty sure this needs to be felt.” He can’t get his voice to come out steady, shaking just a bit as Jeno looks up at him from between his lashes, breath warm and damp on his skin, making a shiver run up his spine.

“Yeah? Maybe you know more than me about this after all.” There’s no teasing edge to his tone, words soft and breathless enough that Chenle’s heart flutters in his chest. Maybe it really is the damn candles, maybe they’re getting to Jeno too, the unadulterated heat to his gaze making it a bit hard for Chenle to breathe.

He rarely gets to see Jeno like this, so focused, isn’t used to this intensity outside dance practices, outside the fire he shows when he gets on stage, isn’t used to all this focus being directed at him and he’s not quite sure what to do when he’s not the one setting the pace. It doesn’t help that Jeno’s clearly not in any hurry, loves to take his time in a way Chenle never has.

“If I did, we wouldn’t be talking right now.” Chenle could probably push Jeno into the pillows and figure things out from there. He’s so painfully sure that Jeno would just let him that he can barely stop himself, but he doesn’t want to stumble his way through this, knows Jeno has the stupid tendency to let other people lead even when he would do a better job at it.

So he waits, he sits there and feels his heart trip all over himself when Jeno laughs, letting his lips brush Chenle’s knuckles, “Have you ever been kissed, Chenle?” Jeno asks and it’s such a stupid question, so terribly worded that Chenle gently slaps the back of his hand against Jeno’s mouth, only making him laugh a bit louder.

“What kinda stupid question is that? Yeah, I have!” he snaps, but he can feel his cheeks heating up and it only makes Jeno’s expression soften. Chenle has half a mind to just lean in and wipe that expression off himself.

He has kissed a girl before, when he was younger and he found out about kissing and wanted to try it out, but it wasn’t anything special. And then he kissed Jisung, because Jisung was also curious and wanted to try it out, and that felt a bit different, because it was Jisung and things were always different with Jisung, easy and comfortable.

Have you ever been kissed? Chenle’s stomach twists. When Jeno asks him like that, it almost feels like he shouldn’t say yes, like he hasn’t been kissed in the way Jeno’s talking about, like there’s something more to kissing and he frowns when Jeno says, “Can I kiss you?”

“I’m here to lose my damn virginity and you’re asking me if you can kiss me?” It’s a bit too rough, his voice raspier and breathless, and at this point Chenle’s convinced Jeno’s just messing with him. Jeno hums, letting go of his hand to slide it along the bed behind him, leaning in, lashes long and dark as he looks up at him from between them.

“They’re not really the same. You can want to fuck me and not want to kiss me.” Jeno says easily, all calm and collected, as if he’s not saying the stupidest thing Chenle has ever heard in his life. He can’t even imagine how anyone would want one and not the other, how it would ever be enough. Chenle’s greedy, he wants everything and more, wants Jeno from head to toe.

“Hyung, are you nervous? Is that why you’re saying stupid shit?” Chenle asks, turns so he can more properly look at Jeno, leaning his weight on his hand as he slides it on the bed next to Jeno’s. Jeno’s eyes widen, but Chenle just keeps going, “How many times do I have to tell you that I want you? Why would I have even asked you if I didn’t?”

“Thought it was because I had experience.” Jeno’s words trail off as Chenle reaches for his face to cup his jaw, palm sweaty as he slides it over his cheek, and tilts his head back, pulling him close, close, close until Chenle can feel Jeno’s breath on his mouth, until Jeno’s focus seems to blur, breath audibly catching in his throat.

If Chenle doesn’t kiss Jeno already, he might go insane, “Supposedly. You still haven’t shown me your so-called experience.” he says and leans in the rest of the way when Jeno laughs. He catches him with his mouth parted, lips soft and warm under Chenle’s, and Jeno lets out a tiny content sigh, like he’s been waiting too, tilting his head to the side for a better angle and letting Chenle pull him even closer.

It’s sweet and it tastes like the gummies Renjun keeps in his room and Chenle can’t stop himself from smiling into the kiss when he imagines Jeno stealing some along with the candles. Jeno pulls back for a second at the soft huff of laughter, but Chenle just shakes his head and leans back in, doesn’t want to stop just yet.

Kissing Jeno is easy, if not even addictive, the slide of his mouth against his smooth and warm. Chenle’s not entirely sure what he’s doing, but Jeno’s so easily responsive that he can’t seem to stop, the little sounds he lets out only serving to encourage him as he runs his tongue over the seam of Jeno’s lips to coax them open.

Jeno doesn’t hesitate to part his mouth for him, tilting his head and sucking on Chenle’s tongue when he slides it against his, the warmth shifting into something darker, a more insistent heat as Chenle licks along the backs of his teeth. Jeno’s sounds only make him want more, the tiny sighs and cut off moans that slip out making it hard to pull back and he keeps chasing the high of them, the confirmation that he’s doing well.

He only pulls back when Jeno touches gentle fingers to his wrist and Chenle remembers air is unfortunately more important than kissing Jeno breathless, although barely. It doesn’t help that Jeno almost looks disappointed when he does, eyes blown and mouth kissed red, parted on his breaths and just asking to be kissed again. Chenle licks his lips and tastes Jeno on them and he can barely stop himself from leaning in and chasing the taste.

“Can’t believe I had to wait this long for this.” Chenle blurts, laughs when Jeno’s eyes widen and just leans in to kiss the surprise away. He has no idea how Jeno can look the way that he does and still not believe that people want him.

“If you just wanted to kiss me, you could have said so.” Jeno mumbles against his mouth, words rumbly and warm, easily curling around a moan when Chenle bites on his lip. He soothes it with the flat of his tongue, gently sucking on the tender skin as he keeps leaning in, pushing Jeno back and trying to taste every inch of his mouth.

He just can’t seem to get enough, Jeno not nearly close enough, and he smiles at the little yelp Jeno lets out when he shifts, throwing a leg over his thighs and smoothly settling into his lap, Jeno’s hands warm as they curl around his waist. “I don’t just want to kiss you, how many times do I have to tell you?”

Jeno’s eyes twinkle, “Then what do you want?” he asks, reaching a hand up to brush Chenle’s hair from his eyes, fingers gentle as they push it back, letting the pads of them drag on his scalp. His touch lingers as he slides his hand along the side of his face and Chenle shivers when he cups his neck and gently runs his thumb over his lower lip.

“Now you’re just getting off on it.” There’s no way Jeno doesn’t know. Chenle fists his hands in the collar of his shirt and pulls him in, swallows down the huff of laughter he lets out and easily coaxes his mouth open. Jeno’s finger slips from his mouth as he slides it along the back of his neck, pulling him even closer and gently massaging at his nape as Chenle sucks on his tongue.

Chenle just can’t seem to get tired of it, the need for more thrumming under his skin when he pulls back and Jeno licks his lips, mouth swollen from Chenle’s teeth and tongue. “On what?” It’s sweet enough, almost innocent, and it makes fire lick up his spine, something about Jeno’s wide eyes, the way his lashes flutter as he takes him in, gaze unfocused like it’s hard to think with Chenle so close.

“On me wanting you.” Chenle says, grinds down his hips on Jeno’s half-hard dick, smiling at the groan that pulls out of him, hands tightening around his waist, “Virgin or not, I can tell you like how eager I am, how much I want you. If I didn’t know any better I would even say you’re taking advantage of me.”

Chenle still doesn’t know what he’s doing as he pushes a hand in the short hair at the back of Jeno’s head and pulls until he obediently tilts his head back, baring his neck and shivering when Chenle leans in to lick a stripe up the sensitive skin. “Yeah? Why does it feel like it’s the opposite right now?” he asks, all breathless and sweet, voice almost needy as Chenle lets his teeth catch.

“It’s okay, we can take turns taking advantage of each other.” Chenle laughs, mouthing along the collar of his shirt before he reaches for the hem to pull it off, Jeno’s arms going up as if on command, as eager as Chenle feels. It’s easy, almost familiar, the back and forth, the way Jeno yields when Chenle pushes, letting himself fall back into the bed and pulling Chenle down with him not a second later.

He pulls on Chenle’s hair when he sinks his teeth into the fine skin at the juncture between his shoulder and his neck, but the sound that slips out is not at all one of pain and his mouth is parted when Chenle looks up at him, cheeks flushed all the way down his neck and to his chest, “You’re gonna leave a mark,” he says and he sounds almost satisfied, hand tightening in Chenle’s hair as he adds, almost as an afterthought, “And it hurts.”

“Does it now?” Chenle coos, leaning in to lick at the indent his teeth left, “Does the baby want me to stop?” he fits his mouth to the skin and sucks, careful not to dig his teeth in, tongue all tingly. It makes Jeno moan, pulling Chenle even closer as his hips twitch, cock pressing against his ass, and Chenle grins, sucks yet another one right next to it.

“The stylist noonas are gonna kill me,” Jeno whines, using the hold he has on Chenle’s hair to pull him up, “Those are not going away soon.” It’s still not a real answer and Chenle wonders if Jeno’s just too shy to admit that he likes it, his body much more open than he is, a groan slipping out when Chenle bites down on his lip, licking inside his mouth until he feels dizzy with the taste.

“That’s good, better than a leash would have been.” Chenle grins, emphasizing his point with a deliberate roll of his hips, Jeno’s whole body going tight under him. He’s almost panting at this point and Chenle’s not much better, the room full of their breathing sounds and thick with the smell of cherries, the flickering lights around them making this almost feel like a dream, all blurry around the edges. “Ah, you like that.”

Jeno’s pupils are completely blown, lips cherry red as he runs his tongue over them, “I thought you wanted to lose your virginity, not leash me up.” His words come out all shaky, something to them that sounds awfully like need, hips jumping under Chenle as he slowly runs his fingers over his chest, over the defined lines of his pecs, nipples peaked and pretty, like they’re asking to be touched, much in the same way Jeno seems to be asking to be eaten up until there’s nothing left.

Chenle swallows. He can do both. “And I thought the puppy play was just a joke, but if being marked up gets you going, then do you want me to call you a good boy next?” he asks, loud and steady if not a bit too breathless, but Jeno chokes on a moan, loud enough that he crosses his arms over his face, effectively covering it as Chenle leans in to press fluttery kisses to the inside of his forearms, “That was sweet, hyung, don’t hide.”

When Jeno doesn’t immediately reply, Chenle easily grabs his hands, Jeno’s fingers curling around his like he can’t help it, and pushes them up high above Jeno’s head, presses them into his comforter as Jeno blinks pretty eyes at him, “You can’t just say these things,” he says, so low Chenle barely catches it, all raspy and Chenle leans in to press a kiss to his chin, then another to the center of his bruised mouth.

He’s flushed so pretty Chenle can’t help but kiss him where his skin blooms all pink, spreading in splotches down his chest, “Yeah, I can. And you like that I do, I can tell.” he mouths at the swell of his chest, digs his teeth in the muscle there as Jeno shudders under him, sliding his hands down Jeno’s arms all the way over his perfectly smooth armpits maybe just to feel Jeno’s whole body tighten at the feeling, “What else do you like? You have to tell me, ‘cause I won’t know if you don’t.”

“You seem pretty good at guessing,” Jeno’s back arches when Chenle fits his mouth around a nipple and sucks, fingers intertwining above his head but staying where Chenle put them, so easily obedient that Chenle feels dizzy. It feels like an honour he hasn’t earned, one that he really wants to deserve.

“I’m not guessing,” he says, kneading at Jeno’s chest with both hands, digging his fingers into the firmness there until Jeno whines, his skin breaking out into goosebumps when he licks at the sharp lines of his pecs, “Your body’s just very honest.”

It makes Chenle want to see just how honest it can be, digging his teeth into one of Jeno’s swollen nipples just to hear him stifle a moan, chest arching into the feeling as his hips jump. He’s hard under Chenle’s ass, but Chenle’s not any better, shifting so he can press their dicks together, the contact making heat pool in the pit of his stomach even through the layers of both their pants and underwear.

He could probably come like this, embarrassingly fast while he’s rutting down on Jeno, sucking on his skin just to hear him cry out, to see bruises bloom all pretty under his mouth, because Chenle can’t seem to be able to control his body. He’s used to jacking off, to the easy pleasure of making himself come, but this feels different, like so much more, Jeno’s sounds addictive and his body under Chenle’s making his head spin– just for him to take apart.

“Chenle, what do you want to do?” Jeno asks, eyes dark when Chenle pulls back to meet them, licks at his lips as the string of spit stretching between his mouth and Jeno’s nipple breaks. He looks unwound, gaze unfocused and lips swollen red and pink tongue peeking out to wet his mouth and Chenle’s mouth feels too full, like he’s been starving and he can’t stop drooling at the sight.

“What?” Chenle can’t think of a proper answer to that, so he just leans in and kisses Jeno, licks inside his open mouth and runs his tongue over the soft insides of his cheeks until Jeno’s spit is coating his tongue and he can barely breathe anymore, “I want you.” he’s repeating himself, but Jeno just can’t seem to get it and Chenle has half a mind to push him in front of a mirror, show him how he looks and see if he doesn’t start drooling too.

Jeno lets out a tiny huff of laughter, breathless and soft, cutting off as Chenle mouths at his jaw, letting his teeth catch as Jeno bares his throat easily, “I’m asking how you want me. It’s your first time, so you get to choose.” he says, as if he hasn’t been letting Chenle get away with everything already, “Do you want to fuck me, Chenle?”

Chenle’s dick throbs in his pants and he groans when Jeno pushes his hips up under him, everything bordering on almost too much, overwhelming in the best way possible, making it hard for Chenle to stop chasing it. He hasn’t even thought that far, but the implication makes molten fire drip down his spine and he swallows when he meets Jeno’s eyes, watching him carefully, waiting, so patient it makes that itch under Chenle’s skin flare, “Can I?”

His voice shakes on it, words heavy with need and Jeno bites down on his lip, arms flexing as he squeezes his fingers together like he’s trying to stop himself from pulling Chenle in, like he’s just as desperate as Chenle feels. “Yeah, I- You can, yeah, I just haven’t done it like this before.”

Chenle blinks at that, feels Jeno’s throat work under his mouth as he swallows, “What do you mean?” he asks, watches Jeno take in a deep, shuddering breath, “I thought you’ve done this before.”

“Yeah, just not like this.” Jeno says and it takes Chenle a moment before the words register, before the meaning really sinks in and his eyes widen as Jeno looks away, his cheeks so red, the colour even deeper in the dim light, making for such a pretty picture that Chenle almost feels like he should show his gratefulness for being allowed to see it.

Jeno hasn’t done it like this before, hasn’t had someone inside him, but he’s willing to let Chenle in, willing to open up for him, so pliant and easy, as if he knows exactly what Chenle needs, and Chenle feels dizzy with it, his throat dry as he pulls back to properly take Jeno in. “I don’t know what to do, so you’ll have to tell me, hyung.”

“Did you know you only call me hyung when you want something?” he laughs, smile so sweet Chenle feels something flutter in his stomach, contrasting with the heat bubbling inside him. Jeno brings his hands to Chenle’s thighs, squeezing at the muscles there as he slides them high, high, high, the contact almost electrifying, just to stop at the hem of his shirt so he can tug on it, “Take this off and move over.”

His voice is just as sweet, so endearingly breathless, but there’s an undercurrent of something else, something that makes Chenle shiver, not commanding– there’s a promise there that if Chenle obeys, there’ll be a reward at the end. Maybe he’s just as much of a puppy as Jeno is at the sight of treats, maybe Chenle doesn’t mind being good if the reward is Jeno.

His shirt catches on his chin when he pulls it off, hair all frizzy, but he can’t bring himself to care, too focused on the way Jeno sits up on his elbows to take him in. Chenle’s body is not quite as sharp as Jeno’s, as perfectly sculpted, but he’s been working out too and Jeno’s eyes darken with something like hunger, not trying to hide it one bit– like he wants Chenle to know he’s craving him. Chenle grins, basks in the flagrant attention for a moment longer before he finally moves off of Jeno.

Jeno lets out a tiny sound of disappointment when his hands slip from Chenle’s thighs, as if he can’t even help it, and Chenle immediately misses the proximity, the familiar warmth, Jeno’s dick under him. “So how does this work?” Chenle asks, the eagerness in his voice clear enough that Jeno smiles, easily taking off his pants and underwear and pushing them off the side of the bed before settling against Chenle’s pillows, some of the flower petals there flying up at the movement.

“I need to prep myself since it’s my first time too, but then the rest is pretty intuitive.” Jeno says and Chenle vaguely hears the words, but it takes a while for them to register as his entire focus narrows to Jeno’s dick. It’s fully hard, the veins on the underside of it bulging obscenely, head dark red and shiny with precome, and it’s so big that Chenle’s mouth immediately fills with saliva, so much that he almost chokes on it when he swallows.

“You can fuck me too, next time.” he blurts, the words coming out before he even gets the chance to think them through, hands sweating with the need to touch it, to see how different it feels from his. He has half a thought to press his own against Jeno’s, maybe just to compare, inexplicably curious about how the slide of it would feel. Chenle can’t help but wonder if it would even fit inside him.

He almost misses the shift in atmosphere at his words, needs a second to notice the silence, to realize Jeno’s staring at him with wide eyes, “Next time?” Jeno asks, his voice imperceptibly higher as his cock twitches and Chenle’s fingers tighten in the comforter as he holds himself back from touching it, touching Jeno.

“Yeah, we can take turns. You said you’d teach me.” Chenle’s not quite sure he said that, but he can’t focus on remembering his exact words, “And it seems only fair.” he says, moving closer to Jeno as he licks his lips, “Can I prep you?”

He’s not quite sure what it entails, but he’ll take anything if it means getting his hands on Jeno, and he blinks when Jeno just laughs, looking up at him with a frown, “You really meant it when you said things need to be felt and not thought, huh?”

“I always mean what I say.” Chenle huffs, takes the way Jeno parts his thighs as an invitation to shuffle between them, his dick curved towards his stomach and leaking sticky precome all over his skin, “So can I?”

There’s a bottle of lube next to Jeno, not Chenle’s, so Jeno must have brought it with him, and Chenle watches him fiddle with the cap of it before he pops it off and hands it to Chenle, “Do you even know what to do?” But Jeno doesn’t seem particularly worried, licking his lips as Chenle slides his free hand over his bare thigh, maybe just to feel it flex under his touch, skin warm and just the slightest bit sweaty, a bit flushed where Chenle was sitting earlier.

“Nope.” There’s no hesitation there and Jeno snorts, his breath hitching when Chenle’s thumb brushes the sensitive skin at the base of dick, not touching just yet, not until Jeno says yes, maybe even asks for it. Chenle can’t help but be greedy when Jeno’s so easily giving. “But I’m a quick learner.”

“An impatient one too.” Jeno takes one of the pillows next to him and easily slips it under his lower back, legs spread on either side of Chenle and knees bent, giving him a perfect view of his curved dick, his balls and his hole, making Chenle swallow. It’s pink and it looks so tiny that Chenle’s not sure it could fit even one finger, the prep part finally making sense as his hands itch with the need to touch. “Are you just gonna stare?”

His voice shakes on the words and Chenle finally looks up to meet his eyes, fondness pushing against his ribs at the bashfulness he finds colouring his expression, embarrassed at baring himself, but still letting Chenle see him, drink up the sight of him, “You can’t blame me. How are you even so smooth everywhere?”

Jeno looks away, clears his throat as Chenle drops the lube between his legs so he can smooth his hands over both his thighs, pushing them open even farther, delighted at the easy pliancy. “Went with Haechanie to get waxed a few days ago.” he says, so quiet Chenle almost doesn’t catch it, his words trailing off into a tiny sound when Chenle pulls at his ass cheeks, baring his hole, rim fluttering.

“Everywhere?” It’s mostly a rhetorical question, all his skin baby smooth, just asking to be tasted, and Chenle swallows, “Did it hurt?” he asks, pressing the pad of his thumb against his hole as he gently pulls at it with his other one, testing the give there, glancing at Jeno’s face as his lashes flutter at the feeling.

Chenle generally shaves, and even then it’s mostly just his legs, sometimes only his calves when he cannot be bothered with the rest, so he wonders how it feels to get waxed everywhere, if it hurts as bad as he imagines. But Jeno’s blush seems to deepen surprisingly and his fingers curl into the comforter as he looks away at the candles on the ground, the fire flickering like they’re embarrassed too, “It’s not that bad.”

Oh. “You like it.” Chenle says, the realization slower to sink in, a grin pulling at his mouth as something hot and dark swirls inside him, the tip of his thumb pushing in just a bit, just enough to pull a moan out of Jeno, “You get waxed ‘cause you like the feeling.” Jeno doesn’t acknowledge it, but his expression is admission enough, “You should take me with you next time, let me hold your hand while you try your best not to get hard. I’ll even take care of you when you’re done, jerk you off quickly in the bathroom.”

“You know there’s a saying like all talk no action.” Jeno says, sweat beading over his temples as he still refuses to look at Chenle, cheeks so deeply red that Chenle can’t help but lean in and press a kiss to the heated skin and then another to Jeno’s mouth when he finally looks at him, smiling into it when Jeno parts his lips for him so easily, even despite his embarrassment.

“Never heard of it,” The slide is sweet and familiar, his mouth so warm under Chenle’s, tongue sliding against his until they’re both leaning into it, chasing the taste of it, the ease, “But I like to think I do them in equal measures.” Chenle grins against Jeno’s lips, grabbing the bottle of lube and generously pouring it over Jeno’s balls and down his perineum until it soaks into the sheets under him and Jeno’s hips jump at the feeling, legs opening even wider, like he’s asking for it.

As if Chenle would ever say no.

“You don’t do anything in equal measures. Or moderation while we’re on that subject.” Jeno’s words curl around a loud moan when Chenle slips in a wet finger inside him, pushes it in all the way as Jeno keens at the feeling, “You take everything to the extreme.”

“But you like it. You like extremes too, you’re just too embarrassed to admit it. It’s why you would let a virgin like me do whatever I want, because you enjoy the thrill too.” Chenle grins, his dick throbbing in his pants as he feels how tight Jeno is, squeezing around his finger as he takes a deep, shuddering breath, thighs and abs flexing and unflexing with each breath.

“Maybe I just like you.” Jeno half whines, voice open and honest, expression even more so and Chenle freezes, a surge of warmth rising up so suddenly it almost feels solid inside him, pushing against his lungs and making his breath stick in his throat.

“Flattery will get you everywhere.” Chenle says, but it comes out awfully out of breath, his cheeks all hot as the words echo in his mind, so loud he can’t help the smile that curls on his face. Jeno groans when he moves his finger inside him, still tense, clearly not used to the feeling– as much of a beginner at this as Chenle is, both of them going through it for the first time.

So Chenle does the first thing that crosses his mind to help Jeno relax– scoots back and bends down to lick a stripe up the underside of his dick. The reaction is immediate, Jeno’s hips jumping up as his thighs come together around Chenle before he forces himself to open them, tight, tight, tight around Chenle’s finger before he seems to ease into it, “Fuck, give a warning before you do that.”

“I’m going to suck your dick.” Chenle deadpans, manages to pull a surprised huff of laughter out of Jeno before he easily takes the head of his dick in his mouth, sighing at the feeling. It makes even more precome spill out, thick and salty on his tongue, making saliva build in his mouth at the taste, at the weight of his cock in his mouth. There’s no way he would be able to take it all in his mouth, but he enjoys the way it stretches his lips and fills his mouth, enjoys the way it throbs under his tongue, the way Jeno moans when he licks at the bulging vein on the underside.

It helps relax Jeno awfully quick and Chenle’s so pleased with himself he can’t help but smile around his dick, the bubbling saliva in his mouth managing to spill out over the sides to gather over his chin, all sticky and wet, thick on his skin. He slips in another finger as he fits the flat of his tongue to the slit to suck on it and Jeno whines, slipping lower down the bed as if he’s trying to get Chenle even closer, his fingers deeper.

It makes the pads of Chenle’s fingers brush against something, the flesh smoother there, the slightest bit swollen under his fingers and Jeno’s whole body tightens and he moans all loud and dirty, as if he can’t help it, more precome spilling into Chenle’s mouth as he slides a hand in his hair to tug on the strands there, maybe only so he has something to hold on to.

“What’s that? Does it feel good?” Chenle asks against the tip of his dick, mouthing at the hot skin there before he starts kissing down the length of it, dick sliding over his cheek as he makes his way down. Jeno shivers, thighs flexing as he keeps massaging that spot, pressing his fingers in until Jeno’s whining and pulling on his hair hard enough that it hurts.

“My prostate and yeah, it really does and I’m gonna come way too soon if you keep doing that.” Jeno’s voice shakes, breaking on the words as Chenle just fits in one more finger, the give easier, his insides hot and slick with lube, stretching around Chenle’s fingers as he spreads them inside him, maybe just to hear the sound it pulls out of Jeno.

“If you come too soon it means I’m super good at what I’m doing.” Chenle grins, doesn’t let Jeno protest before he’s taking his dick inside his mouth as he presses the pads of his fingers against his prostate, really kneads at the flesh there, Jeno’s dick leaking so much he might as well be coming.

It’s so easy now to fuck his fingers inside him and Chenle grabs one of Jeno’s thighs to pull him lower down the bed, gagging a bit when it makes his dick brush against the back of his throat with the movement. It makes more saliva build up and Chenle doesn’t manage to swallow all of it as the rest spills around his cock, drips down Jeno’s balls to gather around Chenle’s fingers as he pushes them inside, squelchy and loud.

He can tell when Jeno’s close, the confirmation from him, “Fuck, I’m really gonna come if you don’t stop-” only making him suck with renewed fervor as he massages Jeno’s prostate, pressing open mouthed kisses down his cock until he can fit one of his balls in his mouth and jerking him off with his free hand until he’s coming thick all over his stomach, so much that Chenle almost regrets that he didn’t come in his mouth.

“You’re welcome.” Chenle says, watches the come settle into the dips between his abs as he leans down to lick at the come that’s leaking down the side of Jeno’s soft cock, making Jeno whine weakly at the stimulation, clearly too much as he very slowly pulls his fingers out before pushing them back in, if only to see Jeno’s back arch at the feeling.

“Making me come does not count as losing your virginity.” Jeno says between pants, groaning when Chenle just grins, as if he can tell when he’s thinking, Maybe he can– Chenle hasn’t been trying to hide how badly he wants him one bit.

“That’s okay, I’ll fuck you in a minute.” Chenle emphasises his point with a deliberate brush of his fingers against his prostate, making Jeno’s thighs seize up, lashes fluttering. He doesn’t even try to close his legs, even as his soft dick twitches and he shudders, “Gonna make it feel so much better than the waxing.”

“That mouth of yours,” Jeno shakes his head, gasping when Chenle leans down to lick at the come splattered all over his stomach, fitting his tongue in the dips of his abs so he can gather it in his mouth, his skin all salty with it. He doesn’t swallow it, just holds it in his mouth and leans over Jeno to press a kiss to his lips, pushing the come into his mouth when he sweetly parts it for him, smiling when Jeno groans.

Some of it spills past his lips to drip over his cheeks, a mix of come and drool, but Chenle laps it up before he pushes it back into Jeno’s mouth, “You love it.” he says, very proud of himself as he watches Jeno lick at his kiss swollen lips, smile only windening when Jeno snorts, but doesn’t even bother with denying it. “Can I fuck you now?”

“Just how impatient can you even get?” Jeno laughs, his dick twitching when Chenle’s own brushes against it, the contact electric, reminding Chenle just how painfully hard he is. It’s amazing just how long he’s held on without coming with Jeno spread open just for him, but he doubts he’ll last much longer, doesn’t think even one minute inside Jeno’s tight heat is possible.

“Very, much more than this. This is me trying to be considerate. I even made you come!” he complains, rutting softly against Jeno’s dick, just because he can’t help himself, too needy to keep still, but too close to properly touch himself.

Jeno huffs, “That’s because you’re greedy! You want everything!”

It makes Chenle laugh, because Jeno could just say no, but all he does is enable him– he’s greedy because Jeno just won’t stop giving him everything he asks for. “So stop being such a good hyung and giving it to me!”

That seems to make Jeno’s words get stuck in his throat, his blush only deepening, a darker red colouring his cheeks as he licks at his lips, “Stop talking so much and do something already.” he says, words softer, sweeter even and Chenle smiles, reaches a hand to pat at his hair and freezes with his fingers between his strands, Jeno blinking at the sudden shift before realization seems to hit, “Was there come on that hand?”

Chenle can’t help himself from laughing, pulling his hand back as Jeno glares at him, “It’s okay, you have to take a shower anyway.” he grins, doesn’t let Jeno protest before he’s grabbing his hips and pulling him closer. His hole looks just as tiny as it did earlier, but it’s shiny with lube, so pink and fluttering as Chenle pulls at his ass cheek and pours a generous amount of lube over it and over his dick before lining the head of it with his rim.

He pushes in slowly, watches Jeno’s expression as he takes in a deep breath at the feeling and revels into the soft give of him, so hot and tight around his dick that Chenle has to hold his breath so he doesn’t come on the spot. He’s already panting by the time he bottoms out, a high moan slipping out as Jeno squeezes around him.

“Shit, hyung, don’t move or I’m actually gonna come.” he warns, voice breathless and high, catching on the words as Jeno rolls his hips like he didn’t even hear him, making Chenle press a hand against his abdomen, his whole body burning, the pit of his stomach liquid fire.

Jeno hums and Chenle’s eyes flutter open at the sound– hadn’t even realized that he had closed them– a shiver traveling down his spine at how dark Jeno’s gaze is, intent in the way it gets when he’s trying to perfect a move during practice, or when he tells Chenle he’s not respecting the formation, that same single minded focus that makes his skin thrum.

“I thought it was a good thing if you came?” Jeno says, just as breathless as he is, but clearly more relaxed, and Chenle bites his lip, is so focused on simply not coming on the spot that he yelps when Jeno bends his knees and flexes his abs and uses that damn core strength of his to flip them around– Chenle on his back and Jeno’s thighs on either side of his hips, sitting on his dick and squeezing around it until Chenle’s fingers fly to his thighs to keep him from moving.

“Should have known you’d hold a grudge-” Chenle doesn’t get to finish his sentence as Jeno easily raises himself up before letting Chenle’s dick fill him back up, swallowing him up like he was made for this, Chenle’s whole body seizing at the feeling, “Shit, oh my god, I’m really not joking, I’m gonna-”

A minute was a gross exaggeration on Chenle’s part because he doesn’t even last half of that when Jeno starts bouncing on his dick, and he cries out when he comes, fills Jeno up as he grinds his hips down, his whole body going soft as his orgasm washes over him in waves, making him shiver through it, Jeno so tight around his softening dick he can’t seem to catch his breath.

“Congrats on losing your virginity.” Jeno laughs, eyes bright as he grins down at Chenle. He looks like he’s glowing on top of him, perfectly fucked out even if Chenle didn’t even manage to thrust inside him twice, cheeks flushed and lips swollen and his neck and chest littered with bites and marks in the shape of Chenle’s mouth.

It makes Chenle’s dick twitch pathetically inside Jeno at the sight, so sensitive he could cry, but he still manages to push out between his pants, “Now we’re at one orgasm each. Just you wait ‘till I catch my breath and I’ll give you something to congratulate me for.”

Jeno just laughs again, the sound filling Chenle with warmth, his body loose and his mind even more so, the need to touch Jeno still thrumming under his skin, “We have no schedules tomorrow, so you can take your time.”

And it’s not a no, it almost never is with Jeno, so Chenle just can’t be expected to not take advantage of it.