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“Can you hurry up?” Donghyuck whines, pressing himself against Jeno’s back and scraping his teeth over the top notch of Jeno’s spine.
Jeno’s back arches as pain glances across his skin, a small noise of surprise escaping his lips. He rolls his shoulders, hoping to buck Donghyuck off of his back so he can focus. He is not successful, Donghyuck still clinging to him like a second skin. Jeno knew that his boyfriend was going to be like this the second that he saw Donghyuck accept a third glass of wine from Jaemin — determined to get Donghyuck to public-menace level of drunk — but that doesn’t make it any easier to unlock the door with dead weight folded over his back.
Donghyuck whispers an apology, rubbing over the bite marks with a gentle swipe of his fingertips that sends a shiver across Jeno’s spine. Donghyuck sighs, pressing his cheek against Jeno’s back in defeat, wrapping his arms around Jeno’s middle. His words are muffled when he says, “I’m getting soaked.”
“I’m trying, baby,” Jeno sighs, still struggling with the lock, keys jingling against the sound of rain streaming against the roof as he tries to shove the key in just right to unlock it. Seriously, they need to get the lock fixed. It’s pouring outside, and Jeno is impatient, and the lock hasn’t worked properly in months, and Donghyuck is complaining, and Jeno does not want to hear it.
Not on his birthday of all days. Speaking of which—
“Are you finally going to let me open my last present?” Jeno asks, looking over his shoulder with wide eyes and something giddy rising in his chest.
“Are you finally going to open the door?” Donghyuck fires back, raising his eyebrows. He really is getting soaked, his hair flattened to his forehead and shirt clinging to his skin.
He’s still beautiful, Jeno thinks, distracted from the task at hand. At least… distracted until Donghyuck jabs him in the ribs with an elbow, and he goes back to trying to stick the key in just right. It only takes a few more drawn out seconds until it takes.
*Click*
“Finally!”
“You’re so annoying,” Jeno whines, pushing Donghyuck through the door, mushy God-I-Love-My-Boyfriend inner monologue interrupted by Donghyuck’s antics.
“You love me, birthday boy,” Donghyuck sings, throwing a grin over his shoulder, breathtaking and stupidly pleased.
Jeno does. Of course he does. More than Donghyuck probably even knows. “If you loved me, you would tell me what you got me.”
“Nope.”
“Why won’t you just tell me what it is?” Jeno groans, frustrated.
“Because it’s a surprise,” Donghyuck reminds him, pulling him in by the collar to plant a kiss square on his mouth. Jeno melts into his chest, hands finding Donghyuck’s waist and squeezing. Donghyuck indulges him for another long minute before pulling back, sweeping his thumb over Jeno’s wet bottom lip before peeling away from him to walk into their bedroom.
“You’re worse than Chenle,” Jeno calls after him.
“No one is worse than Chenle!”
Jeno thinks about arguing for arguing’s sake, but decides against it. Donghyuck is right. No one is worse than Chenle. This year, determined to one-up his present from last year, Chenle bought Jeno a bowl. A dog bowl. Baby pink with his name engraved into it. Jeno told him to fuck off, ears blazing red-hot and embarrassed, but he took the damn bowl home with him anyway. You know… just in case.
“Whatever,” Jeno concedes, following Donghyuck to the bedroom, pouting slightly.
Jeno expects to find Donghyuck in their en-suite, toweling his hair dry and staring at his reflection with a stupid grin and look of absolute wonder, like he always does when he’s tipsy.
What he finds instead is Donghyuck laid out on their bed, hair dripping onto their pillows, shirt off and pants undone, dark briefs peeking out.
“Uh,” Jeno says, floundering. His eyes widen and he pauses in the doorway, Donghyuck grinning up at him like he, himself, is Jeno’s present. Not that Jeno would complain if that were the case. In fact, he reckons Donghyuck would look unbearably sexy with nothing on but a ribbon tied around his neck.
“Happy birthday, puppy,” Donghyuck grins, and it’s only when he stares pointedly at the foot of the bed that Jeno sees it — a small box with a black satin bow, neatly tied with a baby pink note peeking out.
Jeno’s cheeks burn at the pet name.
It’s admittedly been a while, since they’ve gone… there. Donghyuck has been more than happy to indulge Jeno whenever he initiates, but Jeno still feels bad doing it. Donghyuck likes it — the control, the trust, the vulnerability. That much Jeno knows. He is just terrified to take it too far, to ask too much, to want something so desperately that Donghyuck grows to find disgusting, or weird. Jeno is terrified, really, to scare Donghyuck away.
“Thank you, baby,” Jeno smiles softly, sitting on the edge of the bed next to Donghyuck’s feet and picking the present up. Jeno resists the urge to shake it, though it is near impossible to hold himself back. Donghyuck wants the gift to be a surprise, and Jeno won’t take that away from him just because he gets too eager sometimes. The card is simple enough and still incredibly vague — for my love, I hope it fits :) — but Jeno is stupidly excited nonetheless. He really fucking loves presents. He reaches for the bow, but Donghyuck stops him with a click of his tongue and a raised hand.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Donghyuck says, the noise stopping Jeno in his tracks. Jeno looks up in surprise, hand stilling on the bow as he waits for Donghyuck to explain. “Take your clothes off before you open it.”
“Hyuck,” Jeno laughs, eyes widening. What on earth did Donghyuck get him that he has to be naked to open? “You can’t be serious.”
Donghyuck’s eyebrows raise as he sits up, resting his elbows on his knees as his mouth slides sideways into a smirk: a dangerous, flirty expression that only really comes out in bed, one that sings of trouble and Jeno aches to taste. “I thought you were better trained than that,” Donghyuck drawls, voice low and lilting. Jeno’s breath catches in his throat. Oh. “I thought you were supposed to be a good boy for me, huh?”
“I am,” Jeno says, heart pounding in his ears. Eager, eager, eager. He can already picture Donghyuck’s teasing — stupid, eager puppy.
“You are what?”
Jeno swallows hard, looking up at Donghyuck from under his lashes. “I’m a good boy.”
“You are my good boy,” Donghyuck corrects, eyes darker than midnight and dancing with pleasure. His voice is sharp and firm, leaving no room for argument. ”Mine.”
“I am your good boy,” Jeno repeats, a little breathless.
“Good,” Donghyuck sighs, fingers disappearing under his waist band. Jeno gulps, desperate to get his own hands on Donghyuck’s honeyed skin, warm and glowing under the low light of their bedroom. “Then be a good puppy, and get naked for me.”
Jeno pauses for just one second, looking at Donghyuck like: Are we really doing this right now?
“Don’t make me ask again.”
Jeno gulps. So they are really doing this right now. Jeno wonders if this, too, is part of his present — Donghyuck indulging his dark, shame-filled fantasies with a grin on his face. It certainly feels like a gift, that Donghyuck is happy to give Jeno this, judgement-free and encouraging at every step.
Jeno springs to action before Donghyuck gets it in his mind to punish him for disobedience, pushing off of the bed and tugging his shirt over his head first. He could get drunk on the carnal need in Donghyuck’s caramel eyes as he drags his heated gaze over every inch of Jeno’s exposed skin, watching Jeno strip like it’s the first time he has ever seen him naked. Donghyuck’s eyes assess him, dark and half-lidded, all the way down to his briefs.
“Underwear, too.”
Jeno’s trembling thumbs hook into his underwear, tugging the white briefs down over his thighs and off, until he’s entirely naked in front of Donghyuck. His cock is still mostly soft but filling with every second. If Donghyuck keeps looking at him like that, it’s not going to be long.
“Kneel.”
Jeno kneels, knees hammering into the wooden floors. They’ll have bruises later, but that’s hardly what Jeno’s thinking about.
“Open it.”
Jeno reaches for the present, now at eye level.
“Ah, ah.” Jeno freezes immediately, looking up at Donghyuck, heart beating so hard he can feel it in his throat. “With your teeth, puppy.”
Jeno’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t make the mistake of faltering twice. The last time they played like this, Jeno wasn’t being good for Donghyuck at all. His ass was sore for a week after, the reminder of Donghyuck’s palm slapping against his bare skin there every time he sat down. The shame he felt at bailing out of his gym sessions with his personal trainer for six days in a row, just because he couldn’t sit to do leg exercises without whining, haunts him.
Determined to be good for Donghyuck, Jeno pushes up on his knees, drawing his face toward the present, and assessing how he is going to do this without his hands. He leans forward the final inch, wrapping his mouth around the longer tail of the ribbon, teeth sinking into the cool black satin. And then he pulls, inch by slow inch, until the knot in the bow starts slipping, unraveling around the box so Jeno can pull it free.
Donghyuck crawls to the end the bed, gaze on fire, until he’s right in front of Jeno. He holds his hand out, and Jeno waits patiently for Donghyuck to tell him what to do. “Drop,” Donghyuck commands. Jeno opens his jaw, letting the saliva-slick ribbon fall onto Donghyuck’s open palm.
“Such a good boy,” Donghyuck whispers, eyes dizzyingly dark as he strokes Jeno’s jaw, thumbing away the saliva pooling on Jeno’s chin. “Listens to me so well. So well trained, aren’t you, puppy?”
Jeno doesn’t respond, relishing instead in Donghyuck’s touches, his careful fingers gliding over Jeno’s skin until his hand sinks indulgently into Jeno’s hair, nails scratching over his scalp and drawing a low moan out of him.
“Okay, I think you’ve earned it, angel,” Donghyuck sighs, drawing his hand back and nudging the present closer to Jeno. “You can open it.”
Jeno looks up at Donghyuck silently before making the mistake of reaching for the gift again.
Donghyuck laughs, rich and bubbly, and nods. “Yes, with your hands, baby.”
Jeno’s hands are noticeably shaking as he reaches for the box, his body as on edge as it always is when he’s in this headspace, so excited he’s dizzy with it. The lid comes easily off to reveal a mountain of baby pink tissue paper, something silvery and glinting peeking out from under.
Jewelry, maybe?
Jeno looks up at Donghyuck with narrowed eyes, hoping his boyfriend didn’t spend too much on his gift.
“Go on,” Donghyuck urges him, grinning down at Jeno, almost more excited than he was, if at all possible.
Jeno parts the tissue paper with careful fingers, and feels himself go entirely still when he realizes what he’s looking at. It’s not jewelry at all. Soft black leather sits on top of the baby pink in stark contrast, lined with endless cascading gems and silver chains, somehow masculine yet dainty, marked with a small silver heart with Jeno’s name engraved on it, clipped to the big ring at the front. Jeno’s cheeks flood with heat as realization strikes in his head, eyes widening as he stares into the box, disbelieving.
A collar.
Donghyuck got him a fucking collar.
“Do you like it?” Donghyuck asks, soft and pleased. From his tone, Jeno thinks that Donghyuck already knows the answer to his question.
“It’s— it’s,” Jeno stammers, forgetting how to speak entirely. He looks up at Donghyuck, then back at the collar, then back at Donghyuck, then—
“Pretty isn’t it?” Donghyuck continues. He reaches into the box, stroking a finger along the edge of the leather, sending a shiver of anticipation down Jeno’s spine.
Jeno nods, words lodged in his throat. It’s perfect. Donghyuck got him a collar. A beautiful collar, better than anything Jeno has dared to dream up. And, oh, has Jeno dreamed of this.
“Can I put it on you?” Donghyuck asks.
Jeno makes a small, choked noise, still slightly convinced he’s dreaming, and can hardly move fast enough to get out a “please.”
Donghyuck slides off of the bed, picking up the collar from its box and walking behind where Jeno is kneeling at the foot of the bed, fully hard now, and trembling.
Jeno’s eyes slip shut as Donghyuck kneels behind him, sliding the leather over Jeno’s skin, the chains cool against the violent flush of his throat.
It fits like a glove as Donghyuck tightens it, heavy and solid against Jeno’s throat. It’s perfect. Jeno’s too afraid to move, terrified this will all go away when he opens his eyes, a sick, hopeful dream. Jeno’s not even sure how long he’s been dreaming of this moment — maybe ever since Donghyuck made that first, stupid joke all those months ago at Christmas.
“It fits perfectly,” Donghyuck comments, wonder in his voice.
“Donghyuck,” Jeno breathes out, chest about to split in two, shame and wonder and hope and lust and love all choking him up.
“I know,” Donghyuck responds, soft and strong. He presses a kiss to Jeno’s spine, and a tear slips down Jeno’s cheek. “I know, puppy. Happy birthday, Jen.”
“Thank you,” Jeno whispers, his voice thick and teary, barely coherent.
“You’re welcome,” Donghyuck responds simply, standing up and walking back to the bed, kicking off his jeans and underwear before crawling back to the middle. He pats his thighs, beckoning Jeno to join him with a smirk. “Come show me how pretty you look in your new collar, puppy.”
Jeno’s heart is beating so fast he thinks he might pass out as he gets up off of his aching knees and crawls up the bed towards Donghyuck. He kneels right between Donghyuck’s thighs, holding his breath as he watches Donghyuck’s eyes drag over his neck.
“You’re so beautiful,” Donghyuck hums, grinning up at Jeno, smile loopy and warm. His palms slide over Jeno’s thighs, entirely smooth from a fresh wax, squeezing the muscle with open admiration, and turning Jeno’s spine to jelly. “My beautiful birthday boy.”
Donghyuck ducks his head, pressing a kiss to the collar, right at the base of Jeno’s throat. The leather shifts against his skin, and he whimpers, chills running down the length of his arms.
Be good. Be still. Don’t move. Puppies are obedient.
Jeno takes a deep breath, and tries not to completely fall apart when Donghyuck’s finger slides into the loop at his throat, drawing Jeno towards his mouth for a kiss. The kiss is sloppy, Jeno letting Donghyuck lead, his tongue sliding past his lips, hot and wet. Jeno whines, eager, eager, eager, and Donghyuck pulls back, always leaving him wanting more.
“Since you’ve been such a good boy,” Donghyuck starts, working a line of kisses down Jeno’s jaw to his neck, avoiding his collar this time, but never letting go, tugging slightly on it just to have a constant reminder of who’s in charge. “You can have whatever you want tonight.”
Jeno would normally say that whatever Donghyuck wants is what he wants. Jeno wants Donghyuck to be happy, to feel good. It’s what makes him feel good, really. Donghyuck’s pleasure is his pleasure.
But tonight…
“Can I—” Jeno starts, fumbling over his words. He tries again. “Can you—” And fails, suddenly blushing. He is not used to having to ask for what he wants. Donghyuck is so good at knowing what Jeno wants, what he needs, that he has never really had to ask.
“Whatever you want, puppy,” Donghyuck repeats, words pressed into Jeno’s skin like praise, soft and sure and filled with devotion.
Jeno knows that Donghyuck would give him the world, if he asked. Tonight, though, Jeno really just wants to be fucked on all fours in front of the mirror. Now, he has to figure out how to say that out loud without dying of embarrassment.
Jeno looks over his shoulder, and Donghyuck follows his gaze to the mirror in the corner of the room.
Donghyuck grins against Jeno’s shoulder, reading between the lines, just as Jeno was desperate that he would. “I should have guessed,” Donghyuck laughs, slightly mocking and entirely amused. “Puppy wants to see how good he looks getting fucked in his new collar.”
“Please,” Jeno breathes, pink cheeked and desperate.
And so Donghyuck does.
He makes Jeno crawl to the mirror, watching his reflection the whole time as Donghyuck stands some two feet behind him, eyes dark and hand lazily stroking his cock. He makes Jeno watch as Donghyuck fingers him open, too much lube and absolutely no urgency. And he makes Jeno beg for his cock as he tugs on the back of his collar, hard enough that Jeno’s mind starts to slip away from him.
Jeno does as he’s told at every turn, watching his reflection the whole time like a good boy. Even when Donghyuck finally presses in, and the stretch causes Jeno’s mouth to fall open on a silent scream, Jeno’s watching. He watches until he can’t anymore, Donghyuck fucking him stupid, drool pooling at the corners of his lips and tears budding in his eyes, bangs flattened to his forehead with sweat.
Donghyuck rolls his hips, grinding his cock against Jeno’s prostate, again and again and again. Donghyuck’s fingers tighten around the collar as his body folds over Jeno’s back, the angle shifting so every stroke sends lightning through Jeno’s veins. Jeno lets out a strangled whine, and he feels something drip out of his cock and onto the wooden floor.
“Puppy, don’t get too excited,” Donghyuck breathes in his ear, dragging his teeth along the shell. “I didn’t say you could come yet.”
Jeno’s arms start to shake from holding his weight up, his body sagging closer to the floor with every roll of Donghyuck’s hips. Jeno’s collar jingles with every stroke, ringing in his ear, loud and clear.
His collar, his collar, his collar.
“Please,” Jeno begs, a tear slipping down his cheek.
Donghyuck finishes with his teeth digging into Jeno’s shoulder and a moan of his name, letting go of his collar to grab his waist with both hands and fuck into him even harder, the squelch of his cock ramming through his own come obscene.
“Okay, baby. Come for me. Let go, puppy,” Donghyuck groans, reaching around Jeno’s waist to fist his cock, the sudden pressure causing Jeno to shoot over Donghyuck’s lubed up fingers and onto the floor, a puddle of cum and lube under them.
Donghyuck cleans Jeno up with a gentle touch and warm washcloth, and when it’s finally time to take off the collar, Jeno is mourning its loss already. Donghyuck promises that they’ll use it again, soon, and Jeno’s chest is stupidly warm for the rest of the evening.
“Thank you,” Jeno whispers, when the lights are off and it’s just them, wrapped up in each other’s arms and tired from a long day. He doesn’t just mean for his gift. For the day, for understanding, for never judging, for wanting him no matter what, for loving him so thoroughly, so strongly, so purely.
“You’re welcome, Jen,” Donghyuck says, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek. “I’m glad you had a good day.”
“I love you so much.”
“Love you more, puppy,” Donghyuck grins. “Goodnight.”
Donghyuck loves him. That’s what this all boils down to. Love. Donghyuck loves him, including the part of him that needs this, not despite it. And that’s all Jeno could ever ask for.