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Jeno had always considered himself as “that guy with the oral fixation thingy” until he met Jaemin.
No. Wait. Scratch that. He was still that one dude who enjoyed having things inside his mouth probably way too much, but Jaemin was… on an entirely new level.
Even for Jeno.
Jaemin liked to have things inside his mouth and to make people put things (more specifically, his cock) inside theirs. A lot. He was quite into oral sex.
(And Jeno wasn't complaining about that at all.)
Renjun, who had fooled around with Jaemin before Jeno and had some first-hand experience, had tried to warn him about the rumors surrounding Jaemin and his supernatural skills, but Jeno, who had never heard that piece of gossip before, couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that Jaemin (his friend Jaemin, such a nice dude, he'd cook for them in the early morning while they were all sleeping and such, he'd make sure they were drinking enough water every day) had something inside of him that would make him cackle maniacally after turning someone into a puddle of goo for having been sucked dry of their life force.
In certain moments, Jaemin looked like a stereotypical sub from porn: he had long lashes, a very inviting pink mouth, and a cheeky smile. He was in touch with his emotions and always tried to make people happy and satisfied. In conclusion, the perfect sub — but that was all in theory.
Because Jeno discovers that Jaemin is anything but that.
It’s after Jeno has his soul sucked out of his dick and kind of meets some divine figure while basking in the afterglow of what's one of the most intense orgasms he’s ever experienced in his life, that Jeno reaches a conclusion: Renjun was right. Jaemin was very skilled with his mouth.
And it’s exactly because Jaemin is good with his mouth and he’s so cocky about it that Jeno teams up with Renjun to bring him down from his throne.
The plan, it turns out, backfires immediately on them.
When Jeno had shared his plan with Renjun, he'd received a lukewarm response of “Are you sure this is even going to work?” that was followed by a raised eyebrow and a shrug. But Jeno had been sure. How else would he get to show Jaemin that, yeah, his mouth and tongue were probably gifted by the gods, but other people could do a good job too and he should be less cocky about his skills?
It seemed like a good plan in theory.
But now, after having jumped on Jaemin as soon as he stepped out of the bathroom, shoving him on top of their bed without hesitation, Jeno realizes that he should've planned things a little bit more.
The towel that had been wrapped around Jaemin's waist is now on the floor. His body is still irradiating warmth from the hot shower he took, water droplets running down his chest. He smells of soap and lavender (probably from Renjun's favorite body lotion that they were all kind of using without letting Renjun know about that) and something else that it's just so Jaemin that it makes Jeno get all horny already.
Jaemin, sitting on the edge of the bed and with his legs crossed, looks down at both Renjun and Jeno who are kneeling on the ground.
"I don't get how you're 'getting to me' with this," he says, raising an eyebrow. “You know that this isn’t a punishment, right? I’ll have my two boyfriends sucking my dick. This is like the opposite of a punishment.”
Renjun, one to never step down from a challenge once he gets started, sniffs a little. “It’s a matter of principle,” he says, “just roll with it.”
Jeno scratches the back of his neck. His brain had only said that it'd be a very nice idea to show Jaemin that other people deserved to share the title of "Oral Fixation King" with him. And, in order for that to happen, some dick sucking would be necessary. He just hadn't counted on the fact that Jaemin would completely love the idea — which in retrospect is kind of dumb because who the fuck wouldn't want both of your boyfriends going down on you?
But well. They are all there already. So why waste a good opportunity to have sex? Jeno and Renjun could still do a good job and, somehow, make Jaemin see the light and share his title with Jeno. It seems simple enough.
“Oh, my!” Jaemin exclaims dramatically, pressing a hand over his chest. He smiles so wide that it makes a little dimple appear. Jeno’s lovestruck right away. “Thee bringeth gifts? And what it is? A kiss upon my dick? Why not, I shalt accepteth thy gift!”
Renjun freezes completely, staring at Jaemin like he has just admitted he’s an alien. Jeno is torn between leaving the room and pushing through just so he can get some dick (the dick wins in the end).
“I hate you!” Jeno moans, closing his eyes from secondhand embarrassment. Jaemin, the little monster that he is, only smiles wider.
“Sayeth not those things! Sayeth thee loveth me!”
Jeno is so determined on winning (or at least doing a good job) that he even accepts that he’ll go down on his boyfriend while he talks like that (he has no brain cells left to discern if Jaemin is even saying something comprehensible or just random words), but Renjun seems to come back to life and shakes his head.
“No,” he says, narrowing his eyes. Jeno, who at this point had already laid his hands on Jaemin’s legs and was trying to make him uncross them, stops. He looks at Renjun, confused. Renjun tilts his chin up and meets Jaemin’s eyes. “Don’t say those things when we’re just about to suck your dick.”
Something must change in the air because Jaemin sits straighter and looks down at both of them, his wide smile turning into a smirk. His eyes twinkle with mischief when he says, “Would you prefer if I stayed quiet, then?”
Renjun snorts. “As if you could.”
“Oh. Is that a challenge I hear, my love?”
Jeno feels goosebumps run down his spine as Jaemin’s voice gets lower. Renjun, too, gets comfortable in his position, choosing to sit down on the floor instead of kneeling. He meets Jaemin’s eyes, unflinching.
“Yes, it is.”
God. God. Jeno feels like he’s going to vibrate out of his skin from excitement and horniness. He’s still all clothed but his cock is already starting to swell and he needs to shift a little because it’s getting uncomfortable having so many layers on. If there’s one thing that Jeno likes just as much as getting fucked with an inch of his life, then it’s to hear (and see) Jaemin and Renjun bicker until they’re releasing all that pent-up tension together — because it usually involves him too and Jeno always gets some real fucking good orgasms out of that.
(Besides the fact that Renjun and Jaemin are ridiculously attractive and watching them be together is like admiring a piece of art.)
Renjun meets Jeno’s eyes and nods his head. Jeno nods back though he doesn’t know why — maybe he’s asking if he’s ready? If they can start? Hell, it could mean anything at all and Jeno would still be up for it. Now, there’s a fire burning in the pit of his stomach and he just wants to have his hands against someone’s warm skin and something filling his mouth.
Jaemin finally uncrosses his legs and parts them. He leans a little back, still sitting on the edge of the bed but with his hands splayed behind him to support him upright. He doesn’t say a single thing or makes any noise when Renjun places a kiss on the inside of his thigh.
It’s so interesting and so different. Usually, Jaemin is very vocal and open about what he wants, but now that he isn’t making any noise, Jeno finds himself looking up to see his face, to catch his reactions. But Jaemin is doing a good job of concealing anything that he feels; his gaze is trained on both of them, but his mouth is closed and there’s no emotion on his face beside a small flush covering his cheeks.
So, in order to make Jaemin break and lose that impromptu challenge, Jeno gets to work.
Renjun is busy nipping and kissing the inner side of Jaemin’s thighs, his mouth slowly working upwards, but Jeno doesn’t waste any time. He leans forward and noses the crease of his leg, tongue darting out to lick the skin under his belly button. Jaemin’s cock is filling out quickly under Jeno and Renjun’s attention, steadily leaking pre-cum. Jeno almost kisses Jaemin’s abdomen in order to trail his lips down to his cock but he abandons the idea at the last minute, choosing to place his lips right above Jaemin’s cockhead. He makes a little smacking noise as he kisses it.
Renjun giggles and Jeno grins. When he looks up, Jaemin still has the same neutral expression.
Well. Jeno can’t wait to test Jaemin’s limit, then.
Wrapping his hand around the base of Jaemin’s cock — that is hard and throbbing by now, pre-cum dripping down its length —, Jeno licks from bottom to top, paying special attention to the underside because he knows that’s a spot that makes Jaemin lose his mind every time; he’s not completely wrong, though, because even though Jaemin doesn’t make any noise, his toes curl and he shifts a little on the bed.
“Does it feel good, Jaem? Is Jeno doing a good job?”
As it’s expected, Jaemin doesn’t reply. Renjun follows suit by changing the direction of his little kisses to Jaemin’s perineum and hole, paying special attention to his balls before he, too, lays his hand on the top of Jeno’s and licks Jaemin’s dick for the first time.
Jaemin’s thighs flex but he stays silent.
Jeno shares a knowing look with Renjun. It’s time for them to team up, it seems.
Renjun briefly squeezes Jeno’s hand before he lets go and wraps his fingers around Jaemin’s thigh, holding it open, holding it in place. Jeno uses his own body to help keep Jaemin’s legs apart. He and Renjun press their mouths close together against Jaemin’s cock, moving in sync from the base to the tip, tongues out and licking and following the path of a vein until they reach the very tip where they meet in an open-mouthed kiss.
Jeno moans against Renjun’s mouth, pliantly opening up and sucking around Renjun’s tongue as he presses deeper, his lips slick and warm against his. Jeno pulls back a little, his tongue still out, and he lets spit trail down from his mouth to Jaemin’s dick. The corner of Renjun’s lip curls into a small smile and he leans forward, tongue swiping over Jeno’s bottom lip, dragging him into another open-mouthed kiss, no doubt making a great image for Jaemin to appreciate, and then he moves back down.
Jeno follows him.
Their mouths, wet and soft and slick, press hard against Jaemin’s cock. Jeno quickly looks up, trying to catch Jaemin’s reaction, and then he continues licking and sucking. His body is almost on fire by now, his own cock straining against his jeans, begging for relief, but even the burn in his knees can’t distract him from his task.
The quick glimpse he had of Jaemin’s face tells him that it won’t be long before he gives up. Jeno doesn’t know how he still hasn't given up when he loves to be holding their hair and guiding their heads when they go down on him.
He and Renjun alternate. Renjun makes eye contact with Jaemin before taking him fully into his mouth, bobbing his head a few times before pulling back and licking from the base to the tip, swirling his tongue around before resuming sucking hard, swallowing around Jaemin’s cock as much as he can. He can’t take it very far, but he uses his hand for what he can’t put inside his mouth.
When he pulls back, Jeno dives right in. He does exactly what Renjun did: takes Jaemin’s cock into his mouth, bobs his head a little, and then pulls back to tease him before taking him in again. But, unlike Renjun, Jeno has no gag reflex, and he’s able to take Jaemin further in.
By now, Jaemin’s thighs are quivering and his abdominal muscles are clenching. Jeno has no idea how he hadn’t made any noise yet, but when he looks up, he sees that Jaemin is biting hard on his lower lip, trying to stop himself from releasing any sounds.
Jeno swallows around him, his jaw aching a little, but he pays that no attention when he has Jaemin inside his mouth, when he can feel the weight of Jaemin’s cock upon his tongue and all that he can taste and smell is him.
“More,” Renjun says, breaking the silence for the first time in a while. “We all know how much you love sucking cock, Jeno, so don’t play shy now.”
Jeno closes his eyes, emboldened by Renjun’s words. He enhances his actions, sucking Jaemin like that’s the only thing he knows how to do — and it is. At that moment, it’s the only thing that matters.
The wet noises that he’s making from all that sucking and slurping, all the spit that’s dripping down his chin, they only serve to fuel him on. He needs to open his eyes to blink the tears that threaten to spill when he takes Jaemin even further in, his mouth on fire, but it’s all worth it when he can make out past his clouded gaze that Jaemin is hanging on by a thread, his cheeks all flushed, lips bitten red, and his hands are holding the sheets for dear life, his chest heaving as he tries to breathe.
Jeno breathes sharply through his nose, opening up his throat to—
A fist tugs his hair, hard, and Jeno moans, swallowing around Jaemin’s cock. Jeno barely notices that Renjun is whispering into his ear, telling him how good he’s being, that he’s doing a good job, not when all he can feel is that delicious burn when Renjun pulls his hair again, sending shivers running down his spine. Jeno hadn’t realized how much he was yearning to be touched until now: his dick is throbbing against his pants and he wouldn’t be surprised if he ended up being the first one to cum.
“One more time,” Renjun says and guides Jeno’s head with his hand. Jeno goes easily.
He moans once more, his body thrumming with Jaemin’s taste all over his tongue, and then Renjun pulls him off Jaemin’s cock. Jeno blinks, confused, until his vision clears and he understands why: it’s time for the grand finale. It’s time to make Jaemin break.
Jeno half-heartedly wipes his chin with the back of his hand. He sits down on the floor, knees burning, and looks up at Jaemin, desperation written all over his gaze.
Renjun wraps his fingers around the base of Jaemin’s cock, squeezing just the way that he likes — a little bit of pain mixed with pleasure. He smiles up at him, so sweetly that it’s unnerving, and Jeno swallows heavily as he watches Renjun stick out his tongue, licking under the head of Jaemin’s cock and then pull back, saliva pooling inside his mouth before he spits directly over Jaemin’s dick.
“A-ah—”
Jaemin’s voice, broken beyond repair, rings throughout the room and makes Jeno’s body burn. Renjun smiles victoriously and looks at Jeno. They both know that Jaemin won’t hold on for much longer, not when he’s back to making noises and he won’t stop shaking, his cock drooling all over.
Jeno leans forward. Now he needs to use his hand to keep Jaemin’s legs apart because they’re spasming, threatening to close. Renjun sucks around the tip of Jaemin’s cock, tonguing at the slit and the underside before he sucks him in and starts to bob his head. Jeno licks down his balls, energized by Jaemin’s breathy little noises.
“Does it feel good, Jaem?” Renjun asks when he pulls off, an echo of his early question. His voice is so cocky that it makes Jeno squirm and his heart speeds up. “Tell us what you feel…”
“I—” Jaemin’s voice trails off and he grunts. “I—”
Jeno rolls his tongue over his lips, savouring Jaemin’s taste. He’s pulled into place by Renjun’s hand on the back of his head and he whimpers when the sting hurts just right and when the tip of Jaemin’s cock smears pre-cum across his lips.
When Renjun sees that Jaemin is lifting his hips and seeking after them, he lets go of his grip on Jeno’s hair and uses his hand to hold Jaemin back down.
“No moving,” he says, all sweet and saccharine-like, not unlike what Jaemin himself tends to do with them.
Jaemin doesn’t beg, but the noise that he makes is close enough to be mistaken by it. Jeno opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out when Jaemin lets go of the sheets and wraps his own hand around the base of his cock, rapidly jerking himself off. Renjun (who doesn’t really enjoy getting cum all over him) moves to the side, but he can’t go too far because he’s holding Jaemin’s legs open, so Jeno gets closer to Jaemin’s cock, mouth salivating the longer it takes for Jaemin to spill all over him.
Jaemin gasps and that’s all the warning that they get before he climaxes.
When it comes to his boyfriends, Jeno is greedy, so he takes all that he can get: he doesn’t close his mouth and he accepts everything that Jaemins gives to him, humming in delight before he swallows when cum starts to drip down the corner of his mouth. Jaemin doesn’t stop moving his hand, milking himself dry until there’s nothing left, and Renjun steps forward when Jeno isn’t quick enough to swallow and open his mouth again — but neither is him, and Jaemin’s cum sprays all over Renjun’s face before Renjun has enough time to wrap his lips around Jaemin’s cock.
A gasp of surprise leaves Renjun just as Jaemin groans loudly, throwing himself back onto the bed after he finishes. Renjun had managed to close his eyes, at least, but there’s cum all over his face and Jeno can’t help but chuckle. Renjun might hate the feeling of drying cum on his skin and the extra work of having to clean it up, but Jeno always internally celebrate when an accident happens because he thinks that Renjun looks fucking amazing like that: big, shiny eyes, lips pouty and rosy, and white come streaked all over his face — marked as his and Jaemin’s only.
Jaemin grumbles (half in despair for having lost their bet and half in pleasure after the double blowjob he got) and finally moves, drawing his legs close to him and shuffling to the middle of the bed. Jeno’s legs have long stopped burning and they’re mostly numb, but he still shuffles closer to Renjun and rests a hand on the side of his face, holding him in place as he leans forward and kisses him, his tongue gathering Jaemin’s come.
“Ew!” Renjun exclaims, grimacing. “Jeno!” If Renjun really wanted to leave, he could easily disentangle himself from Jeno’s grip, but he continues in place, turning his head to the side as Jeno trails kisses and licks him clean. “Gross!” Coincidentally or not, Renjun keeps moving and turning his face in such a way that shows Jeno where there’s still cum on his face. After he finishes, Jeno pecks him on the lips and doesn’t try to sneak his tongue inside even though he’d like very much to make out with him.
Jaemin, though, isn’t as put off by cum-flavored kisses as Renjun is. Jeno gets on the bed and crawls on top of Jaemin until he sits on his thigh, drawing him into a kiss. He sighs, satisfied, when Jaemin’s hands run all over his body and one of them even sneaks inside his shirt, moving lazily around his waist and drawing little patterns. Jaemin, still a little dopey from his orgasm, keeps breaking the kiss to smile and nose the side of Jeno’s face, his cheeks all flushed.
Jeno very much wants to know Jaemin’s opinion and if his plan actually worked, but it looks like Jaemin isn’t going to be able to form any coherent sentences for a while, so he decides to dig further into that another time. If he was going to judge based on Jaemin’s appearance, though, it looks like he and Renjun had somewhat succeeded; but knowing Jaemin like he does, Jeno knows that he won’t simply accept that defeat and move on — but that’s not a problem because Jeno is always up and open to any challenges.