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“Fuck this shit.” Renjun untangled the sleigh reins from his ankle and looked up at Prancer. “Why are you laughing?”
Prancer snorted and a wave of hot reindeer breath fogged up Renjun’s goggles. He struggled to stand back up, inches of powder making it hard to find his footing.
“You suck, how long do I have here?” He dusted off the snow from his hair and grabbed his Nice List out of the messenger bag slung around Prancer’s back, exchanging it for his goggles. He counted 8 names left. “20 minutes?”
Prancer tilted his head lazily and nudged one of his antlers into Renjun’s right pocket, nearly toppling him over.
“Yeah, yeah, I hear you.” Renjun broke off half of his last biscuit and let Prancer nibble it out of his hand. He gave his reindeer one more pat on the nose and tied the reins around the tree trunk. “Don’t go running off this time and we’ll be back up at the pole by sunrise.”
Renjun hadn’t been to this neighborhood before, but it didn’t look too different from any of the other areas he’d been in charge of in the past. He slung his red sack over his shoulder and heard the unmistakable sound of cloth tearing, sending up a silent prayer that it would last just a bit longer. They were cutting it close this year. A particularly strong arctic blast had made the skies slow to navigate, and it didn’t help that his bag of gifts was threatening to fall apart.
“They better give me a promotion. Better yet, they should just let me retire to running the lodge in Aspen,” Renjun murmured to himself.
He arrived at the first house and checked the front door. Lucky for him, the family that resided in 48 Crystal Blvd was all too trusting of their neighbors and was fast asleep on this Christmas Eve. Renjun slipped inside easily and placed two neatly wrapped presents under the tree. He admired the bright green wrapping paper he chose this year, decorated with cartoon cats in ugly Christmas sweaters.
As much as the other elves liked to tease him, he knew his choice was appreciated by the children. “Childlike Joy'' was always his highest score during the year-end reviews. Even if Doyoung performed highest on every other dimension, Renjun wondered why things like efficiency or number of cookies eaten should matter if the children didn’t even like their gifts.
Renjun made quick work of the next six houses, finding at least one unlocked door or window to crawl through surreptitiously. He ate a few cookies, sipped the warmer mugs of milk, and even pet a really soft, really feisty cat.
Stuffing the rest of a Pillsbury sugar cookie into his mouth, he approached the last house, checking his hand for any scars that the cat might have left. 42 Crystal Blvd was bigger than the rest, its lawn well kept and decorated with enough Christmas lights to put Times Square to shame. He thought the LED snowman placed next to a real snowman was cute and spared a second to snap a picture to show to Santa and the other elves when he returned.
The breeze picked up, and Renjun stuffed his hands deeper into his pockets, rushing the last steps up the cobblestone entry. He groaned when he saw the front door. In place of the standard door handle was a pin pad. It must have sensed his movement too, because the numbers lit up as soon as he got close enough to touch as if taunting him to try. Renjun hated technology. He checked the windows and sure enough, each of them were armed with an active security system. And the back door - well, the back door was actually boarded up with caution tape.
Renjun cursed under his breath. He was really hoping to make it through this Christmas without climbing any chimneys, but he was left with little choice here. After making sure his gift sack was secured to his waist, Renjun did a few stretches, a couple of tiny hops, and then jumped with all his might. He cheered internally when he landed perfectly on the roof, right by the chimney. It’d been a while since he had to clear two stories and today had not been his day for smooth landings.
The chimney appeared innocent enough - smokeless and without any of the bells or whistles that Renjun was starting to expect from this house. He shimmied his way down and emerged from the fireplace into the living room.
Much like its exterior, the inside of the house was decked in Christmas decor. Renjun marveled at the tree, probably three times his height and adorned in red and gold accents. It looked even taller than the one they kept up at the pole. To its left was an equally as impressive spread of holiday desserts. Renjun sniffed the air and smiled when he recognized the familiar scent of sweet irish cream in the air. Someone liked their hot chocolate spiked, and Renjun’s mouth watered in approval.
Renjun reached out for a mug. “Good thing it’s my last stop tonight.”
“Wait, that one’s mine. You can drink the other one though.”
Renjun squeaked, nearly knocking down both mugs as he turned his full body to the intruder. It was too dark to immediately tell what he looked like. “Who the fuck are you?”
“Jaemin. Wow, you’re really cute.”
Renjun’s eyes finally focused on the other man. Jaemin Na. The last on his Nice List. He had expected Jaemin to be maybe 20 years younger and 3 feet shorter, but instead Jaemin sat fully grown in his armchair. He looked to be in his mid-twenties, but Renjun honestly couldn’t be sure under the lack of light. “Thank you, but why the hell are you sitting in the dark? It’s 4am.”
“Are you Santa?”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure,” Renjun said. “Go away.”
“I’m not five. That’s not going to work on me,” Jaemin replied. “You’re also like really cute and this is my house. Why would I leave?”
“Then I’ll go!” Renjun said, dropping his sack and running back to the fireplace. The sound of footsteps followed him, and Renjun really hoped Jaemin wasn’t about to try to catch him. He’d had nasty encounters with children, pets, and even a rogue Roomba in the past but never something like this.
“As much as I think I’d like you on your hands and knees, I don’t think you’re going to get very far crawling back up the chimney.”
Renjun blanched, steeling his face as he backed out of the fireplace. Jaemin was only about a foot away now, and Renjun hated the way he had to look up to maintain eye contact. “Why not?”
“I locked it,” the other shrugged, as if the answer was obvious. “Well, technically I shut the vents.”
“So you’re holding me hostage then?” Renjun asked. He knew how ridiculous he was being.
“Tell me what you are first. If you aren’t Santa, then are you like one of Santa’s helpers? You don’t really look like a reindeer though.” Jaemin tipped forward until his face was a few inches from his.
Renjun wasn’t sure if Jaemin was just horrendously dumb or if he was in a state of shock after witnessing someone climb down his chimney.
“Ever heard of elves?”
“Yes, but your ears aren’t pointy.”
“Well, I don’t have antlers either.”
Jaemin’s eyes flicked to the top of his head. “They could’ve been hidden under your hair, I don’t know. So if you aren’t Santa and you aren’t a reindeer. Then you must be a fairy.”
“No, I literally just said I was an elf.”
“But your ears aren’t pointy.”
Renjun wanted to throw the mug of hot chocolate at Jaemin’s face and watch it burn. “We literally just went through this.”
“I’ve heard fairies have quite the attitude. You’re also pretty small and really pretty, so I think I'm right. What’s your name, fairy?” Jaemin grinned, baring his full set of teeth. Shivers crawled down Renjun’s spine.
“For the last time, I’m not a fairy. I’m an elf.” Renjun clamped his hands into fist and willed his temper down. “And my name is Renjun.”
“Renjun-fairy,” Jaemin smacked his lips. Literally, smacked his lips as if he was tasting the words. “Fairy-Renjun. No, I think Renjun-fairy sounds better. Don’t you agree?”
“Or just Renjun because I’m not a fairy, you know?” He was starting to feel nauseous. Renjun stepped around Jaemin and grabbed the mug next to the one he had reached for earlier. He took a large mouthful, but only after contemplating dumping the contents over Jaemin’s head. He coughed as the heat coated his throat and the alcohol left a tangy film on his tongue. “I’m just here to drop off your gift from Santa.”
“So you are Santa!”
“No, I’m an elf!” Renjun nearly screamed.
“Fairy,” Jaemin corrected.
Renjun did scream.
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“So, let me get this straight. Santa just has a bunch of fairies dropping off his gifts for him now? That doesn’t sound right.”
Thirty minutes passed and Renjun had given up on trying to correct Jaemin. His main focus was trying to find a way to escape or somehow convince the other to let him leave. At this point, he would be lucky to make it back to the north pole before the annual Christmas assembly. He shuddered at the thought of Doyoung chewing him out for being late.
“Also, why this year? I’ve never gotten a Christmas gift before, and I don’t think I was particularly on any better behavior this year.”
“You humans have no patience. Why do you think it’s called a Christmas miracle?” Renjun said. “Also, logistically, how the hell could we manage to deliver billions of gifts around the world in a single night?”
“But you just said it yourself. It’s a Christmas miracle!” Jaemin defends his point.
“No, everyone gets one present from Santa in their lifetime. That’s how it’s always worked. I don’t know how you all managed to fuck up the lore so much that it became a gift from Santa every year. Greedy bastards.”
Renjun sighed and sank to the floor. He had spent the last few minutes tinkering with the lock on the door and every time he twisted the deadbolt, Jaemin would lock it again from the comfort of his chair using his phone.
“Renjun-fairy, do you have to leave so soon? You haven’t even finished your hot chocolate yet.”
“If I finish it will you let me leave?” Renjun asked. “And if I admit that I’m a fairy would that be enough to convince you to just call me Renjun?”
“No and yes,” Jaemin replied. “Renjun-ah, why are you so cute and fairy-like?”
Renjun groaned, but nevertheless walked back to the living room where Jaemin waited with the mug outstretched in his hand. All the alcohol had settled to the bottom, leaving Renjun with particularly strong mouthfuls as he finished it off.
“Jaemin, your reaction to an elf down your chimney is not normal.”
“Ooh, that sounds like a euphemism,” Jaemin said. “I think I’d react better to fairy in my bed sheets, though.”
The noise Renjun let out was far from humane, or elf-ane. Whatever. He slumped down to the floor and crossed his legs. Renjun was so over all of this, and even if Jaemin was shamelessly flirting with Renjun with his ridiculously bright doe eyes, dark lashes, and silky pink pajamas that revealed the outline of his pecs perfectly, he wasn’t about to be one of those elves.
Yeah, there might be some truth behind the song, I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus.
“Jaemin, there are children I still have gifts for,” Renjun lied, taking a chance by sending a pleading look to the other. He batted his eyelashes a few times for good measure. “Do you really want to be the reason they don’t get their one shot at a gift from Santa?”
Jaemin cooed at Renjun, murmuring at how cute he was before staring thoughtfully at the red sack Renjun had left on the carpet. “This is your bag of presents, right?”
Renjun hesitated before nodding in response. He watched as Jaemin picked it up and unraveled the single gift inside.
“To: Jaemin Na,” he read, raising his eyebrow at Renjun. “Looks like I’m the last one.”
He tipped the bag upside down and jiggled it for theatrics before tossing it aside. His attention returned to the gift. “Cute wrapping paper. Can I open it now?”
“Jaemin, I should really get back to my reindeer,” Renjun tried once more. “I’ve never been away for this long and he’s probably terrified right now. He can’t-”
Renjun’s phone started ringing, and he felt the color leave his face when he saw who was calling. Santa.
“Fuck,” Renjun said. “I, uh, I have to take this.”
“Fairies have phones?” Jaemin asked, leaning down to where Renjun was seated.
He scooted further back, giving Jaemin a dirty look before accepting the call. “Hey-”
“Renjun! Where are you?”
Renjun winced at the volume and moved the phone away from his ear.
“Prancer just got back to the North Pole and said that you never came back for him. What happened? Are you safe? Are you-”
“Markie! Give me the phone!”
Renjun heard a series of crashes followed by another distressed voice. “Renjunnie, are you okay? Where are you?”
“I was literally asking him that, babe.” Renjun could hear Mark mutter softly.
“Hi, Haechan. I’m okay,” Renjun said, deciding that it was much better to figure this out for himself than have Mark and Haechan send the troops down to rescue him. This was embarrassing enough. He didn’t need Mr. and Mr. Claus alerting the entire North Pole of his inability to handle the tiniest disturbance at work. “I just…got tangled up delivering a present.”
“Tangled up?” Haechan asked. “Oh my god, is it a boy? It’s a boy isn’t it. Renjunnie, you can’t!”
“He’s with a boy?” Renjun heard Mark ask in the background. “Wait, put him on speaker babe.”
“Renjun, honey. Our sweet angel,” Haechan started. “I don’t approve of this at all.”
“ We don’t approve,” Mark added.
Renjun was sure Jaemin could hear every single word from Mark and Haechan, his annoyance increasing. “Mark, Haechan, it’s not what you think.”
“Not what we think?” Haechan nearly screamed into the phone. “You’re over an hour late coming back. You’re with a boy. And you didn’t even text us! You weren’t planning on coming back were you. Is that why Prancer came back alone? Did Mark and I do something wrong?”
“Were the hours too tough? Should we go on vacation somewhere warm?” Mark continued. “Angel, baby, our fairy-”
Renjun spotted Jaemin’s eyebrow tick up out of the corner of his eye.
“What can we do? What’ll make you come back?”
“Stop! Both of you,” Renjun sighed. “I wasn’t running away. I didn’t send Prancer back without me. I wasn’t even aware he left.”
“Oh,” Mark said. “Why didn’t you just say so?”
Renjun groaned, dropping his head into his hands. “Mark, can you just send Prancer back to pick me up? I’m at - “
Renjun was looking for his Nice List to find the address when Jaemin reached for his phone and continued for him. “42 Crystal Blvd in Westchester, New York. Is this Santa?”
Jaemin hit the speaker button on the phone, and Renjun listened on in horror.
“Is this Jaemin?” Mark asked. “Jaemin Na of 42 Crystal Blvd?”
“Yes, it is. I take it you’re Santa then,” Jaemin said. “You called Renjun a fairy earlier. So, I was right. He’s a fairy.”
“Well, technically he’s an elf.”
“Fairy.”
“Uhm. Yeah, sure you can call him that, too, I guess, haha,” Mark laughed awkwardly. “I don’t really mind sharing pet names, but Haechan probably wouldn’t be that happy with it.”
“Fairy,” Jaemin said one more time, satisfaction clear in his voice. He handed the phone back to Renjun with a wink and mouthed the words “more hot chocolate” before leaving for the kitchen.
Renjun stared at Jaemin’s silhouette and then the phone in his hand and wished he could reach through the metaphysical radio signal to choke Mark. “So Prancer?”
“Oh, actually, haha,” Mark continued with his annoying, awkward laugh. “We rented out all the reindeers to the city of Oklahoma for Christmas today. If you want, we can send Doyoung on my hybrid sled to pick you up.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Do you want me and Haechan to pick you up on my hybrid sled?”
“Say hybrid sled one more time.”
From the kitchen, Renjun heard Jaemin whisper “hybrid sled” and he swore he would end his life right there and take Jaemin with him. “You know what, just have Prancer pick me up after Oklahoma. He should know the way. Merry Christmas, Mark. Merry Christmas, Haechan.”
“We love you, Renj-”
Renjun hung up before Haechan could finish his sentence.
As if on cue, Jaemin came back from the kitchen with another mug of hot chocolate, and Renjun wrinkled his nose at the alcohol wafting through the air.
“So you were saying about your reindeer?”
Renjun wrenched the drink from Jaemin’s hand and chugged.
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This was a bad idea. Renjun wasn’t small by elf standards, but regardless, he was still of smaller body mass than the average human. Certainly smaller than Jaemin by a good bit and they had gone mug for mug - eventually shot for shot on the irish cream - and Renjun was starting to undress the Christmas tree.
“I like this ornament the best,” Renjun said, cradling a snow globe with a Hello Kitty lucky cat in both hands before depositing it on Jaemin’s lap. At some point during the last hour, Jaemin had joined him on the floor. “Cats are my favorite animal.”
“I think fairies might be my favorite animal now.”
“Did you just call me an animal?” Renjun’s hand came up to cover his mouth with fake shock.
“Are you admitting you’re a fairy?” Jaemin teased. He removed the snow globe off his lap and scooted closer to the tree, reaching for a golden yellow bow. Renjun tried his best not to think about how Jaemin’s knee was now resting against his. “You know, I think yellow might just be your color.”
Jaemin’s hands circled around his head, and Renjun sucked in a breath as the ribbon tickled the back of his neck. A few strands of hair escaped from the bow he was tying, and Jaemin tucked the stray pieces behind Renjun’s ears.
Jaemin had a particular brand of interaction, Renjun was learning. Half made up of shameless flirting and the other half with unwavering eye contact. Except, there were a few times he caught the way Jaemin’s eyes wandered.
Like now, as Jaemin tucked the last strand of hair behind his ear and leaned back just a bit to admire his handiwork, Renjun observed the way Jaemin’s eyes, a little red from the alcohol, slipped from the top of Renjun’s head down to his eyes, before landing on his lips.
“Renjunnie, you’re so cute,” Jaemin whispered, eyes still locked on Renjun’s mouth. “What did I do to deserve such a pretty fairy down my chimney?”
“Only Haechan is allowed to call me that.”
“Would you prefer I go back to Renjun-fairy?” Jaemin asked. A smile returned to his eyes as he looked up once more at Renjun.
“Renjunnie works just fine,” he said with another groan, reaching for his shot glass again.
“I think we’re out actually. Give me a second my beautiful fairy,” Jaemin said, leaving for the kitchen. “Do you drink tequila? Actually, scratch that. How about rum? I can make some spiked apple cider for us.”
Renjun didn’t answer, instead he stared at the phone Jaemin had left unattended by the fireplace. This would be the right time to make his escape. The sun was just starting to rise and Renjun was sure he could find a cafe to pass the time until Prancer came to pick him up. He slowly stood up from the floor, head spinning slightly.
Tip-toeing to the front door, Renjun spotted Jaemin humming to himself in the kitchen as he squeezed the contents of a Minute Maid juice box into a pot. Five more juice boxes lined the kitchen counter next to a tin of pumpkin pie spice. There was no way in hell this spiked apple cider came from a recipe. Renjun was sure he was making the right choice. Better to leave now than be subject to whatever drink Jaemin was cooking up.
He slinked past, pausing to check his reflection in a mirror that hung by the door. His face was flushed red, and he had forgotten about the bow sitting atop his head. It really did look quite nice on him. He caught himself petting the ends of the ribbon, staring aimlessly at how nicely it framed his face, when it hit him just how much he had had to drink. If he left now, there was no hiding the buzz he felt in his system. He wasn’t sure if any respectable establishment would even serve him.
To his dismay, it was also much warmer inside. Even just standing by the door, he could feel the temperature dropping and the draft curling around his ankles.
Maybe he could just wait it out, pretend to sip on the bastardized apple cider and wait for Jaemin to finally pass out. It had to happen at some point, right? Renjun didn’t think Jaemin had slept at all yet.
Renjun had just made up his mind to join Jaemin in the kitchen when four beeps sounded from the door. Renjun gawked as it pushed open.
“Baby, I’m home! Merry Christmas!”
Renjun froze as a set of wide eyes landed on him.
“Who are you?”
As far as dumb choices go, Renjun was sure the next one was his worst. The door opened fully in front of him, and the snowy expanse behind the newcomer was a siren call to safety and Renjun decided it was now or never. He ran out the door.
Or at least, he tried. Renjun tripped over the man’s shoes. His fingers barely scraped against the cobblestone to brace himself before he felt an arm catch him around his waist, knocking the air right out of him.
“Whoa, careful there.”
Renjun was hyper aware of how firm the arm around his waist felt. He flipped around to look at the man who caught him. Unreal. That nose could not be real. The mole under his right eye? Unreal. Renjun shivered from the cold, the alcohol in his body working extra hard to keep him warm now that he was halfway through the door frame.
“Huh, you’re kinda cute.”
Renjun squeezed his eyes shut, willing the urge to cry back down because he was way too tipsy to navigate two flirtatious, insanely beautiful life forms. Life forms that could not be of this earth because there was no way Jaemin and this new man could be this blasé about a stranger in their house. A stranger who climbed down their chimney, claimed they were an elf, yelled about a hybrid sled over a direct call to Santa Claus, got drunk, and then proceeded to run out the door. And then call said stranger cute.
“Jaemin, who is this?” The man helped Renjun back on his feet but quite intentionally kept a hand around his wrist to keep him from running off again.
“Jeno, you’re back! Merry Christmas!” Jaemin emerged from the kitchen, licking his fingers before opening his arms up in a hug. Renjun tried to sidestep out of the way, but Jaemin enveloped both of them tightly, and Renjun didn’t miss the sound of the kiss Jeno left on Jaemin’s cheek. Renjun felt his own cheeks warming up again.
“How was your flight, babe?” Jaemin asked. He grabbed Renjun with one hand and Jeno with the other and dragged them both to the kitchen. Renjun sniffed at the air and had to admit the apple cider didn’t smell all that bad. “Renjun, my precious fairy, meet my husband, Jeno. Jeno, this is Renjun-fairy. He came down the chimney this morning.”
“Nice to meet you, Renjun-fairy.”
“I’m actually an elf,” Renjun said, all too endeared by Jeno’s smile. “Which might help explain why I came down the chimney this morning.”
Jeno suddenly looked very confused. “Oh, I thought that was a euphemism. Is it not?”
Renjun didn’t dignify that with an answer, instead making grabby hands at Jaemin’s pot of apple cider. “Alcohol, now.”
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This was an even worse idea, Renjun reflected on himself. He could feel the artificial flavoring of the boxed apple juice coating his throat with every sip. Apparently, Jaemin had stayed up to wait for his husband, Jeno, to get back from a business trip when Renjun had so delightfully (Jaemin’s words, not his) decided to keep him company.
“So you work for Santa?” Jeno asked. “And you have a reindeer named Prancer?”
“That’s right,” Renjun mumbled. “I’m also a fairy.”
“I knew it!” Jaemin shouted from the kitchen where he was stirring pancake batter. The first rays of sunshine were just starting to peek through the blinds. “Nobody can be that cute. He had to be a fairy.”
“I’m offended that you don’t think elves can be cute.”
“I’m sure elves are adorable,” Jeno said, catching onto how Renjun was sulking miserably. “If it helps, Jaemin is really picky about who he lets stay over. You’re like, actually super cute, though. I can understand why he’s like this.”
“What is with you two?” Renjun vented in frustration. “I thought I was hard to explain, but you two are really just all over the place. Especially him.”
Renjun pointed to Jaemin who was carrying a platter of maple syrup and butter out to the coffee table. He stuck his tongue out and licked Jeno across the cheek before returning to the kitchen.
“Babe, go shower before we eat. You smell and taste like stale airplane,” Jaemin said. “Not that it bothers me, but I’m sure Renjun-fairy is too nice to say anything.”
Jeno raised an eyebrow at Renjun, inviting him to answer.
“It’s okay!” Renjun reassured him. Actually, he thought Jeno smelled quite nice. Admittedly, Renjun had noticed Jeno’s cologne, peppery and floral, during their little mishap earlier. And since returning to the living room, Renjun had caught himself multiple times leaning a little too close to Jeno to chase after the scent. If Jeno noticed, he didn’t say anything. “It doesn’t bother me. In fact, I don’t think you smell like stale airplane at all.”
Jeno squeezed Renjun’s knee and got up from where they were sitting on the couch. “Thanks, but I’ll be quick. Can you keep Jaemin company in the kitchen, though? He gets lonely easily.”
Renjun doubted the validity of that statement. Jaemin seemed like the kind of guy that could pass time by watching water boil, but he headed to the kitchen anyway. He could still feel the phantom of Jeno’s hand on his knee.
Jaemin’s back was turned to him when he entered the kitchen, busy with his pancakes. Renjun cleared his throat and shuffled his feet awkwardly against the tile.
“Renjun-fairy! Did you come to help me?” Jaemin turned around, pouting appreciatively. He walked to the pantry and pulled out another apron. “Here, we can match.”
Before Renjun could protest, he felt Jaemin’s arms circle around him for the second time that night. Renjun stilled from the proximity as he felt the warmth radiating off of Jaemin. He smelled like butter and vanilla. He put a palm over Jaemin’s chest. “You’re really hot.”
He yelped when Jaemin cinched the strings of the apron a little too tight around his waist.
“Sorry, you surprised me,” Jaemin said, not sounding all that sorry. “I didn’t think I’d hear that from you tonight, Renjun-fairy,”
Renjun pushed Jaemin away with his palm. “I meant from the stove!”
Renjun failed to remember, however, that Jaemin’s arms were still wrapped around his waist and he went barreling forward. Jaemin’s arms tightened to catch him, and Renjun’s brain might have set off a few fireworks when he felt Jaemin’s chest tense up against him, too, preventing them from falling over.
“Careful, Renjun-fairy,” Jaemin whispered into his ear. He no longer used the sickly sweet baby voice, and Renjun hated how his heart skipped a beat at the low vibrato that replaced it. He could feel the way his body pulsed from the mix of adrenaline and alcohol. He just hoped his reaction wasn’t obvious to Jaemin, too.
Jaemin’s arms moved against his sides again as he finished tying the apron behind his back. Renjun could count every single one of Jaemin’s lashes, and he had to use everything in his body to fight against the intrusive thoughts that begged him to blow gentle breaths against the other’s eyes, just to see the lashes flutter.
“All set,” Jaemin said. He placed his hands firmly on Renjun’s waist and stepped away. Renjun mourned the loss of heat but was quickly distracted as Jaemin leaned forward and pecked his forehead.
“Have you made pancakes before?” Jaemin asked, returning to the stove and effectively ending the moment. “Think you can handle measuring out the batter for me?”
Renjun let out a breath, deflating. He thought about Jeno, Jaemin’s husband, who was taking a shower and all the things that were going wrong with this night turned day.
“I have made pancakes,” Renjun replied. He joined Jaemin at this side and looked at the batter with disappointment. “Do you have any chocolate chips? Or maybe blueberries?”
Jaemin turned dramatically to Renjun. “My Renjun-fairy, that is a brilliant idea. Chocolate chips are in the first cabinet on the left, second shelf. I might have frozen blueberries in the freezer.”
“I thought we settled on Renjunnie,” he said as he went to find the ingredients.
Jaemin cooed, muttering “how cute” under his breath, but for the most part didn’t tease Renjun any further, and Renjun had to remind himself to feel relieved when Jaemin made no other attempts at flirting.
The two busied themselves with flipping pancake after pancake and what started as handfuls of chocolate chips or blueberries haphazardly added to the batter, turned into a mess of a competition of who could decorate the better pancake. Blueberries squished against their aprons and chocolate melted down their hands as they took turns in front of the skillet.
Renjun finished his chocolate chip Christmas tree proudly with a blueberry star and shot Jaemin a look as he spied him chopping up a handful of chocolate chips.
“For the finer details,” Jaemin explained and started tracing out a cat. He sprinkled the chocolate crumbs to dot out a whisker, and honestly it was looking quite good until Renjun acted on impulse and poked Jaemin’s side.
Jaemin flinched and Renjun had to stifle a laugh when he looked at the damage. Instead of a whisker, the cat now had a curly, handlebar mustache.
“Dali would be proud.” Renjun bit back a grin.
“Stop laughing, it’s not that bad.”
“Oh, it’s bad.”
“That’s not fair,” Jaemin pouted. “You made me mess up.”
Renjun stuck out his tongue, but his triumph was short-lived as Jaemin pulled Renjun towards him by the waist and swiped a chocolatey finger against his cheek.
“Oops,” Jaemin said, cheekily.
Renjun swatted out with his own hand hoping to return the favor, but was caught by Jaemin before he managed to land his target.
“Bad fairy,” Jaemin teased. “You’re making a mess.”
Renjun tried to pull his arm free, but Jaemin refused to let go. He held Renjun’s gaze, eyes sparkling with delight. Realization dawned on Renjun when Jaemin licked his lips.
“You should’ve told me if you needed help cleaning up,” Jaemin said, leaning closer. Renjun held his breath as Jaemin brought his hand to his lips, taking his chocolate covered thumb into his mouth, and sucked.
Renjun gasped, short circuiting. His only focus was on the pressure of Jaemin’s mouth on his skin. He stifled a cry when he felt Jaemin’s warm tongue press curiously against the pad of his thumb. Jaemin bobbed his head once, licking from the base of his thumb to the tip, and worked methodically from there, lapping up the chocolate in long strips, never once breaking eye contact. He released Renjun’s thumb with a pop.
“Jeno.”
Renjun whipped his head to follow Jaemin’s line of sight. Jeno was leaning against the kitchen entry, arms crossed in front of a very bare chest. Renjun knew this was the wrong time to ogle, but he had a hard time stopping his brain from processing the obvious. This was someone who was very attractive, clearly athletic, and wearing nothing but low slung, blue silk pajama pants. Renjun realized they were a matching set with Jaemin’s and nausea started swirling in his stomach again.
Jeno’s bangs shrouded his eyes, but from what Renjun could tell there was absolutely no expression on his face.
“We were just cleaning up from the pancakes. Do you want to help?” Jaemin asked, entirely unbothered, as if his husband didn’t just catch him deepthroating a stranger’s thumb in their very own kitchen. Jaemin took it a step further actually, raising Renjun’s hand in his and continued. “There’s four fingers left.”
Renjun wished the ground would swallow him.
“Babe, I think you’re scaring him,” Jeno said before padding over to the fridge. He grabbed the jug of orange juice and poured himself a cup. “Do you want any juice, Renjun?”
Renjun could feel both sets of eyes on him. Was this a test? Should he apologize?
“This isn’t what it looks like,” Renjun said, still waiting on the ground to swallow him whole.
“What did it look like?” Jeno asked. He walked over to stand behind Jaemin and wrapped an arm around his waist. He nuzzled into Jaemin’s neck before whispering into his ear. “Babe, what did that look like?”
Jaemin turned his head slightly, anticipating Jeno’s kiss on his cheek. “I was checking if our fairy tastes as good as he looks.”
“And does he?” Jeno massaged a hand into Jaemin’s hip as he hugged him tighter. It was magnetic, the way Jaemin leaned so naturally into Jeno, tilting his head a bit more as Jeno peppered kisses down his neck. A million thoughts crossed Renjun’s mind, yet nothing seemed to make sense. He was lost entirely to the display in front of him, entranced by the way Jeno knew exactly where Jaemin’s most sensitive spots were - his ear, the dip of his collarbones, the flesh above his hips.
“Try him for yourself,” Jaemin said, reaching an arm out for Renjun. Jeno looked up from where he was sucking bruises into Jaemin’s neck. He studied Renjun, waiting for his permission.
Renjun wasn’t sure what gave him the confidence to take the first step forward. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was to spite Haechan and Mark, or maybe it was because Jeno and Jaemin were ridiculously hot and they insisted that he was a fairy. Renjun had never felt more wanted in his life, and he had never wanted more to give in to impulse.
That one step was enough, though, inviting Jaemin to close the gap as he grabbed Renjun and tugged him close. Jeno took over from there, sporting a smile just short of shy as he brought Renjun’s hand to his lips. He swiped his tongue gently over Renjun’s fingertips before taking two fingers into his mouth.
Jeno was so different from Jaemin. Jeno was sloppier, tongue and teeth scraping against Renjun’s fingers as the saliva dribbled down his chin. He crowded into Renjun’s space, placing a hand on his back to pull him closer.
Unlike Jaemin, Renjun found himself needing to search for Jeno’s eyes. He got his wish when Jeno bit down a bit too hard and Renjun gasped. Jeno’s eyes shot open, searching Renjun’s face to make sure he wasn’t actually hurt.
“Puppy likes to bite.” Renjun heard Jaemin say. “Isn’t that right, baby?”
Jaemin licked Jeno’s ear, and Renjun watched Jeno’s eyes flutter in pleasure, moaning loudly. Renjun instinctively pulled his hand away to hide the blush on his cheeks, the action in front of him all too intimate.
That must have caught Jeno’s attention, because the next thing Renjun knew his hand was being knocked away from his face and Jeno’s lips were on his. Jeno kissed roughly, sucking on his tongue and pushing forward. Renjun wobbled a bit on his toes, trying his best to counter Jeno’s weight with his own. He was suddenly so aware of how much smaller he was than Jeno, a whine bubbling up in his throat as he felt Jeno kneading the flesh on his lower back.
Jaemin helped steady him. He grabbed one of Renjun’s hands and placed it on Jeno’s chest. Each sound that escaped Jeno vibrated under his palm. Renjun pitched even closer, wanting to soak in each of Jeno’s reactions with his whole body. He nearly squeaked when he felt it - Jeno’s erection against his thigh.
There was no mistaking it, not when the instant he made contact, Jeno stuttered his hips forward and bit down on Renjun’s lip hard enough to draw blood.
“Sorry, beautiful,” Jeno gasped between kisses, hands rubbing circles on Renjun’s waist in apology. Renjun felt lightheaded as Jeno kept rocking forward little by little, chasing the friction, and Renjun could feel his own arousal growing.
“Breath, baby,” Jaemin whispered into his ear. Renjun pulled away and sucked in a much needed breath. Jeno looked absolutely devastated, lips swollen and pupils blown beneath hooded eyes. The silk of his pajamas did nothing to hide the tent at his crotch. Renjun wondered if he looked the same.
Jaemin turned Renjun to face him, brushing the hair out of his eyes, and tugged playfully on the ribbon still on his head. “My turn, my precious fairy.” He pulled Renjun closer.
Jaemin took his time exploring, pressing chaste kisses everywhere but on Renjun’s mouth. He held both of Renjun’s hands in his own before placing them below his collarbones. “Help me?”
It took Renjun a second to realize that Jaemin was asking him to unbutton his top. With shaky hands, he undid the first three buttons, silk falling off of Jaemin’s shoulders to reveal smooth skin and firm muscles beneath. Renjun traced a finger down Jaemin’s neck to the end of his chest before he leaned forward, taking a nipple between his teeth and flicked his tongue hesitantly over the tip.
Jaemin groaned, answering Renjun by cupping his ass and squeezing a cheek in each hand. He felt a pinch, Jaemin rubbing a small circle before he took his hand off and slapped down. Renjun bit down in surprise as he jerked forward. Jaemin moaned deeply, hands massaging his ass even rougher. Renjun’s dick twitched as he felt the leak of pre-come running down his thigh, burying his face into Jaemin’s chest out of embarrassment.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so hot.”
Renjun preened, Jaemin’s praise going straight to his dick. He felt Jaemin’s other hand spread across his cheek as the only warning before another slap caused him to jolt forward. Renjun gasped into a moan. There was no time to recover as Jaemin delivered another slap to the same cheek. Renjun lost himself, begging incoherently against Jaemin’s chest to stop as he kept going. Once, twice, a third time. Just a bit harder with each one. He felt his dick throbbing as he rubbed himself desperately against Jaemin’s thigh.
“Jaem, babe,” Jeno’s voice seemed to pull both of them out of their daze. “Careful.”
Jeno stepped forward, sandwiching Renjun between himself and Jaemin. Renjun whimpered when he felt Jeno’s dick press against the back of his thigh. A cool hand slipped down Renjun’s pants, and Renjun sighed with relief as Jeno palmed his ass gently, soothing the area Jaemin was abusing seconds ago.
“You’re getting ahead of yourself, love,” Jeno leaned forward to placate Jaemin with a kiss, tongue working lazily as he massaged Renjun at the same time. When he decided Jaemin had cooled off enough he pulled away and moved to pepper Renjun’s neck with kisses, too.
“My fairy, you’re driving me crazy,” Jaemin praised, licking up Renjun's ear. “Jeno.”
Renjun glanced up, too, as Jaemin caught Jeno’s attention and the two of them exchanged a look.
Before Renjun could resist, he felt an arm come behind his knees and another around his back. Jeno lifted him with ease and started walking them out of the kitchen. He spotted Jaemin following behind, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt before slipping it off. Jaemin booped his nose when he spotted Renjun staring.
“Taking this to the bedroom, my sweet fairy,” Jaemin explained. “I’m fucking you in the comfort of my bed.”
Renjun landed softly on his back, arms falling from Jeno’s neck. His ass was more sore than he expected, and he bit down a groan as he shifted around on the bed.
“Does it hurt, baby?” Jaemin asked, cupping Renjun’s face in his hand. Renjun started to shake his head no when Jaemin interrupted. “If it hurts, I can kiss it better.”
He patted Renjun on the hip to get him to turn over. “Jeno, can you hand me a pillow?”
Jaemin helped guide the pillow under his hips as Renjun braced himself on his elbows. Staring now at nothing but the headboard, Renjun felt so aware of everything around him - the way his dick pressed into the edge of the pillow, Jaemin’s breath on his back, how the windows blushed from the early morning sun.
“Baby, can I eat you out?” Jaemin pulled Renjun out of his thoughts and his pants down just enough to reveal his ass. He pressed a light kiss to each cheek then licked a long strip from Renjun’s thigh all the way up to his lower back.
Renjun fisted the sheets in his hand and turned his head to where he knew Jeno was sitting, watching the two of them. He looked so normal, as if watching the morning news and not his husband getting ready to stick his tongue up someone else’s ass. The only give away was the tent in his pants. Renjun eyed the stain that was growing from where Jeno’s dick kept rubbing against the silk.
“Jeno isn’t gonna answer for you, my sweet fairy,” Jaemin said. He continued to shower Renjun with kisses before biting down softly. He controlled the pressure, waiting for Renjun to respond.
“Okay,” Renjun said, holding eye contact with Jeno. He heard Jaemin squeal, and he thought he saw the edge of Jeno’s lips twitch up in a smile. Jaemin pulled Renjun’s pants off the rest of the way and licked up the inside of Renjun’s thighs and all the way up his crack. Renjun could no longer suppress a moan when he felt Jaemin mouth his hole, licking circles around the rim.
Jeno’s eyes finally left Renjun’s face to look at where Jaemin was teasing him. Even if Renjun couldn’t see, he could hear him. He imagined what it looked like as Jaemin licked him messy, spit probably dribbling down his chin. Jaemin spread Renjun’s ass cheeks apart, thumbs digging into sore muscles causing Renjun to gasp. He squeezed his eyes shut when Jaemin fucked his tongue shallowly into Renjun. His back arched, hips raising off the pillow, as Jaemin licked deeper.
“Fuck baby, you’re so wet,” Jaemin said, sitting back. He took two fingers and swiped it up Renjun’s crack before bringing it to his mouth. “Shit you taste good, too.”
“It’s…it’s an elf thing. Fairy thing,” Renjun confessed. “It happens naturally.”
“A fairy thing,” Jaemin repeated. “My Renjunnie, my beautiful, honey bunny fairy. You are a fucking dream.”
Renjun blushed. With how much confidence Jaemin said it each time, Renjun might just start believing he was a fairy, too. Jaemin crawled up to drop a kiss on the back of his head. Renjun glanced back, insides stirring when he saw how messed up Jaemin looked.
“You don’t need to stretch me out either.” Renjun bit the inside of his mouth when he saw Jaemin’s eyebrows raise. “But...”
“But what, beautiful?” Jaemin coaxed, rubbing the inside of Renjun’s thigh, the side of his hand just barely swiping against Renjun’s dick. It was painful how hard he was.
Renjun gasped when Jaemin’s finger brushed against his hole.
“Baby, but what?” Jaemin asked again and Renjun clenched his jaw, sucking in a breath when Jaemin continued to tease him, fingers rubbing circles around his rim without ever penetrating him.
“Please,” Renjun gasped.
“Please, what? Use your words, fairy.”
Renjun trembled when he felt Jaemin’s tongue swipe along the bottom of his dick up to the sensitive skin of his perineum. “Your fingers.”
Jaemin pressed the pads of two fingers against his hole. “My fingers?” He nibbled the inside of Renjun’s thigh. “Say it, baby. What do you want with my fingers?.”
His hips jerked back towards Jaemin when he felt his tongue on him again. “Fuck me.” Renjun wheezed. “Please, fuck me with your fingers.”
Jaemin immediately pushed two fingers into Renjun, fucking him deep and quick in a single motion as Renjun cried out from the sudden intrusion. He felt himself tightening instinctively and took a deep breath as Jaemin slid his fingers out at a painfully slow pace.
He thrust in again with more force than the first time and Renjun saw stars, elbows buckling and his face landing in the sheets. His hands searched for something to fist as Jaemin fucked another moan out of him. Sweat dotted his forehead as he tensed with pleasure, his entire body pulsing with the heat.
Renjun forced himself to relax, releasing the tension in his thighs and in his ass. Jaemin fucked him on his fingers as the other hand massaged his ass. Renjun was so turned on by how his whole cheek seemed to fit under Jaemin’s palms.
Jaemin drew his fingers out, taking them into his mouth to taste him once more. “Baby, fuck you taste you amazing.”
He dipped his head and licked up Renjun’s mess, before fucking him again with his tongue. He added a finger and Renjun rocked his hips back to meet him.
Jaemin’s hand came up to rub Renjun’s waist. “Patience, baby.”
Despite what he said, Jaemin increased his pace, licking at his hole while he pressed his fingers into Renjun over and over again.
As Jaemin found a rhythm, Renjun found himself able to catch his breath a bit. The sensation bathed him from head to toe as he relished in the smooth friction. A grunt, not from him or Jaemin, caught his attention. His head whipped to where Jeno sat, and he kicked himself for getting so lost in Jaemin that he nearly forgot about the third person in the room.
From where he was sitting, Jeno palmed himself through his pajamas, watching Jaemin and Renjun intently. Satisfaction bubbled in Renjun when he saw Jeno reacting to him. To a degree, it felt like he was controlling Jeno. When he moaned, Jeno rubbed himself harder. When he pushed his hips back to meet Jaemin’s fingers, Jeno’s chest puffed up with deep breath.
“Jeno, come here,” Renjun said, beckoning Jeno to meet his eyes. “I wanna taste you.”
When Jeno stood up and dropped his hand from his dick, Renjun had to hold back a gasp. His mouth watered at how big Jeno looked and the huge wet patch that stained the front of Jeno’s pants. He reached out, brushing a thumb against the tip of Jeno’s dick through the silk, and Jeno hissed at the pressure.
“Take them off,” Renjun ordered. Jeno moved quickly. “I want you to fuck my mouth.”
“Oh my god,” Jeno flicked the bow at the top of Renjun’s head. “As far as Christmas gifts go, you’re something else.”
Renjun’s lips parted to respond, but Jeno took the opportunity to thrust his dick in. Renjun’s throat strained around Jeno’s dick as he forced back a choke, tears forming in his eyes.
“Fuck, is no gag reflex a fairy thing, too?” Jeno murmured, voice wrecked. As Renjun swallowed, he tried to swipe his tongue against Jeno’s cock, but there was barely room to move. “Jesus, baby, you look so pretty like this.”
Renjun hummed, relishing in the way Jeno tipped his head back.
“Renjun.” Jeno looked down at him. “Tap my thigh if you need me to stop.”
That was all the warning Renjun got before Jeno thrust deeply into his throat. His hands fisted Renjun’s hair tightly as he fucked into him over and over again. Renjun could feel his throat being rubbed raw as he struggled to breath.
Renjun was so preoccupied by Jeno that he barely registered when Jaemin added a third finger. There was less focus on stretching him open and more on matching Jeno’s pace. Renjun wasn’t sure how he managed to make it through. His whole body burned. His cock twitched, begging for attention, but Renjun couldn’t bring himself to touch, all of his focus spent on trying to breathe.
Jaemin suddenly slapped Renjun's ass, shocking him forward. He gasped in pleasure, gagging on Jeno’s dick and felt his own cock twitch painfully. He moaned around Jeno’s dick, pleading for Jaemin to do something, anything.
“You’re doing so well, sweetie.” Jaemin’s husky voice made Renjun shiver. “Think you can come for us?”
Jaemin slipped his fingers out of Renjun and pushed them back in slowly, crooking his fingers to find Renjun’s prostate. Renjun shuddered, hips pushing back involuntarily as he saw stars behind his eyelids. Jaemin massaged the bundle of nerves again and again at the same time Jeno rocked forward.
Jeno’s hips began to stutter as Renjun’s throat tightened with his moans.
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come,” Jeno warned, locking eyes with Renjun as he thrust shallowly a few more times. Renjun was close himself, seeking friction against the bed sheets, anything to push him over the edge. He mewed as Jaemin showered praises into his ear, curling his fingers against Renjun’s prostate one more time.
Renjun’s entire body tensed and he started unraveling so suddenly. With Jeno deep in his throat and Jaemin fucking into him, Renjun came untouched, shooting streams of come onto the pillow. He felt his abs aching with the intensity as he blinked away tears to see Jeno’s face scrunched up in pleasure as he thrust one last time and released, spilling down Renjun’s throat.
Renjun gasped for air when Jeno finally pulled out, the taste in his mouth bitter as he swallowed. Jeno carded his fingers through his hair to smooth out the damage he had just done.
“You’re a dream, baby. Look at you all messed up.” Jeno swiped a thumb over Renjun’s bottom lip, pushing it in to tug on his teeth. He leaned down for a kiss, messy and wet, as he tasted himself in Renjun’s mouth.
He was still coming down from his orgasm as Jaemin continued to finger fuck him through it.
“That’s it, baby,” Jaemin praised. Renjun shuddered through the aftershocks. It felt like it would never end, and he swore he was still hard even after settling down a bit.
Jaemin slid his fingers out suddenly and Renjun whined at the loss of pressure. His asshole gaped in need, dribbling from how wet he was.
“Fairy baby, can I fuck you now?” Jaemin asked. He pushed Renjun’s shirt up and kissed a strip down his spine. Renjun hiccuped, sensitive to the touch. Jeno cupped both his cheeks in his hand and gently pecked his forehead. The degree of care they showed him made Renjun’s blush from embarrassment, despite everything else they’d already done.
“Sit back, baby. Lift your arms for me,” Jaemin ordered. Renjun did as told, wincing as his sore ass landed on his legs. Jaemin shifted a bit to take off his own pants before helping Renjun with his shirt. Renjun could see he was still half hard before gentle arms lifted his shirt over his head. When it made it over his eyes and his vision returned, Renjun watched as Jeno scanned all along his torso. He brought his arms up without thinking twice, flustered from the attention.
“None of that, honey,” Jaemin said, embracing Renjun from behind and intertwining his fingers with his. He nuzzled against Renjun’s cheek and kissed him lightly on the nape. “You’re so beautiful, Renjunnie. My wonderful, out of this world, Renjun-fairy.”
Jeno slotted himself between Renjun’s legs and rubbed his hands up and down his waist. As Jaemin explored his back, Jeno kissed down his front, nibbling his nipples and mouthing down the rest of his belly. Renjun gasped when he felt Jeno’s tongue lick the tip of cock.
“Lay down, Renjunnie.” The bed dipped as Jaemin switched positions. Jeno lifted his tongue off of his dick and rubbed soothingly along Renjun’s waist as Jaemin guided him on his back. “Puppy love, can you get the condoms?”
“You don’t need them,” Renjun interrupted. “It’s a-”
“It’s a fairy thing.” Jaemin beat him to it. “Fuck, Renjun, I hope you know we’re never letting you leave.”
Renjun flushed, hands coming up to hide his face. This time Jeno was the one who stopped him by grabbing his wrists and kissing the back of his palms in distraction.
“You can be rough with me,” Renjun added, looking back and forth between Jeno and Jaemin. “I can take it.”
“You can take it.”
Renjun nodded, biting his lips shyly as he cast a glance at Jeno’s dick and then Jaemin’s, hoping that what was on his mind was being communicated clearly enough.
“Oh, honey,” Jaemin leaned down to whisper in Renjun’s ear. “Be careful what you wish for.”
Jaemin pumped Renjun’s dick a few times, smearing his come on his hands before fisting himself. Renjun gasped, still sensitive from before. The tip of Jaemin’s dick grazed over his hole and every cell of his body buzzed in anticipation. Unable to resist, Renjun lifted his hips up to try to meet Jaemin but Jeno grounded him with a gentle but firm hand.
“Don’t forget to breathe, baby,” Jaemin spared one last warning as he pushed in.
Renjun squirmed a little, adjusting the angle as Jaemin thrust in deeper. He grabbed onto Jeno’s forearm, thumb ghosting over the veins as he tried to think of something other than the pressure below.
“Oh my god, how are you still so tight?” Jaemin pushed until he was buried fully in Renjun, his hips flush against the back of Renjun’s thighs. “Relax, baby.”
He pulled out a bit, giving both of them time to breath before planting his hands on either side of Renjun. With Renjun caged beneath him, Jaemin snapped his hips forward, ripping a moan out of Renjun and rocking the bed. The pace continued to increase as Jaemin fucked Renjun into the mattress. The speed was ruthless, Renjun losing all focus beyond the fervor of getting his brains fucked out of him.
A slight change in angle caused Renjun to buck his hips up, mewing as Jaemin hit his prostate dead on. He was relentless, aiming for that bundle of nerves over and over again as Renjun fell apart. Damp with sweat, Renjun soaked in every movement, lashes flattering and jaw going slack in pleasure.
Jaemin fucked into him easily now, slick with how wet Renjun was getting and the pre come he leaked into him. Jaemin slid in as deep as he could, grunting as Renjun clenched experimentally around Jaemin’s dick.
“Ride me, fairy.” Jaemin hugged Renjun by the waist and pulled him up until he sat in his lap. Renjun sunk down, panting as Jaemin plugged him entirely. He rocked his hips back and forth, accepting Jaemin even deeper into him.
Jaemin brushed the hair out of Renjun’s face and took his chin into his fingers. “You’re so beautiful, baby.” Light kisses dotted Renjun’s face before Jaemin licked up his cheeks, tracing the tears that Renjun wasn’t even aware he had shed.
Renjun pushed off of his knees, coming just halfway off Jaemin’s dick before dropping back down. The full body groan Jaemin made was enough to shake them both. Renjun relished being in control for once as he made Jaemin fall apart. He continued to ride him, tossing his head back as he clutched Jaemin’s shoulders for balance. Soon Jaemin was meeting him halfway, hands dropping to squeeze Renjun’s ass and thrusting up into him.
He slapped down, abusing Renjun again as they rocked into each other - sweat and heat pooling between the two of them.
“Baby, slow down. I’m going to come if we keep going like this, and I don’t think Jeno would be very happy with me.”
Renjun dropped one more time and with hooded lids, looked over to where Jeno sat patiently against the headboard.
“Ready for me?”
The words were like venom, Renjun shuddering at the excitement that doused over him almost immediately. He nodded, and making sure that Jeno’s eyes were locked onto him, lifted himself off Jaemin’s dick before dropping back down. He rolled his hips, fucking himself on Jaemin as he stared at Jeno. “Come here.”
Something snapped in Jeno as he scrambled towards the two of them, enveloping Renjun in a hug before biting down on his shoulder. Renjun threw his head back, crashing his lips into Jeno’s as Jaemin continued to rock his hips up. His arm came up to wrap around Jeno’s neck, kissing him deeper, their tongues dancing around each other. Jeno kept pinching him on his waist, making him tense up every few seconds. The pressure caused Jaemin to grit his teeth as he tried not to come.
“Jeno, get your dick in or I’m gonna blow.” Jaemin’s voice was wrecked, husky and out of breath. “Renjunnie fairy, you can lay against me.”
Jaemin leaned back and propped himself on his elbows, Renjun following without letting his dick slip out. The slant caused Jaemin’s dick to push against a different set of muscles and Renjun took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.
Jeno shifted on his knees, spitting into one of his hands before pumping his cock a few times. He used the other to prep Renjun, sliding a finger in alongside Jaemin’s dick.
“You’re so wet, babe,” Jeno praised, inserting another finger in to scissor him. “Such a cock slut, taking both of us.”
“If you talk like this, you better fuck me hard.” Renjun managed to get out between moans. He hadn’t taken two before, and despite his words he was still a little nervous at the thought of being stretched open by both Jaemin and Jeno. Jaemin’s dick was longer, but Jeno’s was definitely thicker. Even with the advantage he got from his disposition, he knew two at once would still be difficult.
Jeno removed his fingers and slid his dick appreciatively up and down between Renjun’s ass. He gripped Renjun around the hip, lined his dick up against his hole and thrust forward. He watched as his dick disappeared, Renjun seemingly sucking him in from the tip and slowly the rest of him. Renjun regulated his breathing, trying to relax his muscles as Jeno fucked him slowly. He was already hard again, leaking pre-come onto Jaemin’s taught stomach.
“Oh my god, baby. Would you look at that, my Renjunnie-fairy.” Jaemin’s voice was full of awe.
He followed Jaemin’s gaze down and nearly came from the sight. Jaemin was so deep in him that with each of Jeno’s thrusts, a tiny bulge outlining Jaemin’s dick appeared in his lower abdomen. Jaemin brushed a hand over it, pushing down at the same time Jeno thrust up. The feeling was so unfamiliar to Renjun, the pressure causing him to clench, and Jeno stuttered his hips against him.
“So pretty, baby,” Jaemin praised. “The perfect little cock slut with your fairy magic.”
Jaemin bucked his hips up on Jeno’s downstroke, the two of them fucking into Renjun in tandem. Renjun could do nothing but give out entirely against Jaemin’s body, ragdolling his arms around his shoulders. He hissed and panted and cried into Jaemin’s ears, the sound of him falling apart joining the wet squelch of his ass being fucked loose by Jeno and Jaemin.
Renjun wasn’t sure who fell out of rhythm first. He only remembered mumbling a barely audible, “don’t stop” before Jaemin grabbed his waist and pushed him up against Jeno. Renjun cried as he felt Jeno’s dick stretch him out even more as he sank down. Jaemin jerked his hips forward, thrusting continuously as he reached his peak.
“I’m gonna come, baby.” Jaemin placed both hands on Renjun’s wrist, and pulling him towards him, fucked him breathless. Jeno reached around to stroke Renjun’s cock, thumbing his slit all while he continued thrusting shallowly.
Everything released at once, Jaemin driving his hips forward one last time as Jeno cupped his balls. Warmth blossomed in Renjun as Jaemin spilled inside of him, his moan heavy in his ear. Jeno stroked him a few more times before Renjun shuddered, releasing in spurts all over Jaemin’s abs. Jeno rocked his hips slowly now, focusing on rubbing Renjun through the aftershocks.
Jaemin was still inside of him when Renjun finally felt he could open his eyes. He met Jaemin’s blissed out expression with his own and pouted in hopes of drawing out a kiss. Jaemin obliged, taking Renjun’s mouth into his own, kissing him gently and he slipped his dick out slowly.
He felt his muscles close around Jeno’s dick to make up for the lost pressure, clenching with the remaining energy he had left. Jeno groaned, trying not to thrust up too hard.
“You can.. You can finish in me, too,” Renjun croaked out. His whole body was limp from exhaustion but he didn’t want Jeno to pull out just yet.
“It’s okay, baby,” Jeno said, hugging Renjun against him with his dick still fully buried. He stroked Renjun’s waist, coaxing him to relax even more in his arms. The deep satisfaction that came from two orgasms and the warmth he felt plugged up by Jeno was enough to pull Renjun far away from consciousness, too blissed out to function. He barely registered Jaemin wrapping his arms around him to help Jeno lift him off of his dick, laying him neatly on the bed. Someone pecked his forehead and another kiss landed on his hip.
The last thing he heard was the unmistakable sound of someone gagging on dick, which he assumed was Jaemin helping Jeno finish off, before he slipped away to sleep.
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When Renjun woke up it was to Jaemin sucking a hickey into his neck as he laid half on top of Jeno.
“My fairy, you’re awake.”
Jaemin’s voice caused Jeno to stir as well, planting a sleepy kiss on Renjun’s head.
“So...pancakes anyone?”
Renjun groaned while Jeno shot up. Renjun could practically see the puppy ears sticking up.
“Come on, get your pants on everyone.” Jaemin collected their clothes off the floor. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”
Jeno threw his legs over the side of the bed and accepted his pajamas from Jaemin. “Shoot, I think they’ve stained.”
He stood up and gestured to his crotch. He was right, there was a huge dark spot from where the silk had soaked up the pre-come.
“Oh, let me.” Renjun climbed across the bed to Jeno. He rubbed his palms together for a few seconds before blowing a wave of dust over the stain. He repeated the process two more times until there was a shimmery layer that concealed the stain entirely. “Sorry, I just gotta…”
He reached his hands out and rubbed the dust into the fabric, careful to avoid Jeno’s dick. Slowly, the dust disappeared along with the stain until the silk appeared as good as new.
“Baby…,”Jaemin whispered. “What was that?”
Renjun looked at Jaemin, a little sheepish. Jaemin’s jaw nearly reached the floor. His eyes wide with shock. “It was elf dust.”
“ Fairy dust,” Jaemin corrected, looking a little pale. “Oh my god, you’re really a fucking fairy.”