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It’s not until the seventh time they have sex that Donghyuck notices something is up.
At least, that’s what Jaemin assumes from the way he shoots bolt upright on the bed and says, “Wait a second.”
Jaemin pulled out like, fifteen seconds ago, and Donghyuck is already trying to speak to him. He should know better. Like Jaemin said, this is their seventh time together. Jaemin just made him come with his cock, rubbing two fingers under Donghyuck’s balls, teeth in his shoulder. By all laws of nature Donghyuck, shouldn’t have the agility that sitting up that quick would entail. His words are also suspiciously coherent.
Alas, Donghyuck is Donghyuck, and nature doesn’t have much of a say when it comes to him.
Jaemin rolls his eyes where Donghyuck can’t see him and tosses an absentminded Hm? behind his shoulder, busy puttering around the room for the standard post-nut supplies. Donghyuck’s room, but Jaemin knows it well enough. Whenever they've had free time to spend together lately, Jaemin’s been at his apartment.
Baby wipes, kept in the second drawer of Donghyuck’s ugly dresser slash vanity combo. Bottled water, in the mini fridge by his gaming setup. A hair tie, abandoned on top of the fridge. Jaemin gathers them all with practised ease.
They’re messy, he’s thirsty, and Donghyuck always complains the loudest when hair sticks to his skin after they fuck.
He’s been growing it out as long as he can get away with it. The tips are creeping down past his nape, not quite there but coming along. Jaemin loves it. It’s easier to tangle a hand in his pretty brown hair and pull when there’s more hair to speak of, easier still to brush off of Donghyuck’s neck and drop a kiss there instead, watch goosebumps crop up in his wake no matter how public of a forum they’re in.
“I said,” Donghyuck huffs. “Wait a second.”
“Wait for what?” Jaemin’s half-listening. “I have to clean you up.”
“But I just realised something.”
Jaemin knees the drawer closed where he just grabbed boxer-briefs for them both. Sauntering back across the room, he drops his supplies on the bed next to Donghyuck’s side. Donghyuck flops down again, laying on his back and staring at Jaemin in accusation.
“Fine, I’ll wait,” Jaemin says.
He runs a hand down Donghyuck’s hip to his thigh, fingers trailing off into the air, proprietary. Donghyuck looks fucking good like this. Flushed with sweat pooling in his collarbones and long limbs stretched out, cum everywhere, gorgeous skin dotted here and there with moles and bruises. Ruined from Jaemin’s cock, from Jaemin’s teeth. Jaemin’s a little ruined from him.
“If you wanna keep my cum in your ass longer, be my guest.”
Donghyuck keeps glaring up at him, but the curiosity shining through dampens the effect. Guess he really did realise something.
Jaemin sighs, picking up the water bottle to take the first sip. He rolls his neck when he’s done. Blowing Donghyuck’s back out is a task he takes to heart every time, despite making his legs burn every time. The burn means Donghyuck is lazing around in bed close by, satisfied and sleepy, so. Fine by him.
“Don’t be a sicko,” Donghyuck says, dismissive. “That’s not what I meant.”
“You’re the one who ordered a plug online after the third time we made love. What else am I supposed to think?”
Donghyuck’s hand shoots out in a blur, pointer finger shoving into Jaemin’s stomach. Another accusation. “Don’t call it that! See, this is what I’m talking about. You know what I mean.”
“I don’t, because you haven’t told me,” Jaemin says. “Sit up.”
“What?”
Jaemin rolls his eyes again. Donghyuck heard him fine, he just likes being treated like a princess. Jaemin can relate, so he scoops him up into his arms. It takes a bit of maneuvering but he tips the water bottle against Donghyuck’s lips next, half-resting on the bed. Donghyuck clings to him with both hands as Jaemin feeds him the water.
He blows his cool breath in Jaemin’s face when he’s done. Jaemin drops him unceremoniously back down and focuses on capping the bottle, tossing it somewhere to be dealt with later. Donghyuck shrieks and shoves himself up on his elbows to glare at Jaemin again, as predicted.
“You know what, maybe I’m wrong,” he says, all snot. “I take it back. Maybe I didn’t realise anything!”
“I can’t read your mind, baby,” Jaemin says.
Donghyuck sends him a look of such righteous fury that for a second, Jaemin can’t comprehend why.
Is whatever Donghyuck is talking about that obvious? Should he be able to read Donghyuck’s mind and infer what it is after all? He only possesses that particular skill with Jeno from years and years of intimate friendship, but Jeno’s too busy getting his own back blown out by Mark, so it’s a bit useless in this scenario.
“Baby,” Donghyuck says, but he’s not addressing Jaemin. “Baby, he says.” He flops on his back yet again, staring up at the ceiling. “See, you always do this and then act like nothing happened…”
Jaemin gives up trying to understand and leaves him to his dramatics. He climbs back onto the bed and straddles Donghyuck’s thighs, reaching to grab the wet wipes before starting in on Donghyuck’s messy stomach. If they’re keeping score, he actually made Donghyuck come twice in an hour, once from his mouth and fingers and once from his cock, and didn’t bother cleaning up in between. There’s cum as far up as Donghyuck’s chest from how hard he shot off.
“I’m not even doing anything to you, for once,” Jaemin says. “I’ve been on my best behaviour today.”
“You’re being nice to me,” Donghyuck scoffs, but tilts his chin so Jaemin can lean forward and drag the wipe underneath.
“I’m always nice to you.”
Donghyuck’s laugh is loud, bright with mocking amusement. “You’re never nice to me. Not until recently.”
Jaemin shrugs. “That’s a matter of perspective.”
He’s nice to Donghyuck. He makes sure Donghyuck gets enough to eat, goes to bed at a decent hour, doesn’t work himself too hard, doesn’t push beyond his limits. When Donghyuck is on the outs with Renjun—every two weeks like clockwork—Jaemin’s there as a mediator. Well, Jisung and Jeno are there as mediators, and Jaemin is attached to Jeno's side as always.
Jaemin orders food to Donghyuck’s house whenever he’s stuck at work and knows Donghyuck has a free few hours in the afternoon, knows Donghyuck will wake up from a well-deserved nap to a box of hot chicken appearing at his door and he’ll smile.
Jaemin’s nice to him. There might be the occasional manipulative or snide remark thrown in here and there, but it’s a hazard of the gig. Donghyuck loves to annoy and Jaemin can relate to that too, but he also values his peace. Part of the reason he jumped Donghyuck in the first place is because Donghyuck can’t be annoying when he’s freshly fucked and buried in the sheets, even though he’s sure as hell trying right now.
“Well, my perspective says you’re being weirdly sweet,” Donghyuck says. “And you weren’t like this until we started hooking up. So. That’s what I realised.”
“Wow,” Jaemin says. His voice is flat. “Crazy.”
Donghyuck looks like an angry stuffed animal, like someone drew mean eyebrows on Corduroy the bear. “Do you have anything to say?”
He thinks about it as he finishes cleaning the lube and cum on Donghyuck’s chest. “No?” Jaemin tosses the wipe in the vague direction of Donghyuck’s trash can, but falls short. Surprisingly Donghyuck doesn’t gripe. He just keeps glaring. “I can stop being nice to you if you want. Wanna try?”
“No—” Donghyuck starts, almost instinctive, clamming up when he sees Jaemin’s sly grin.
“Oh?” Jaemin pinches his chin between thumb and forefinger, jostling him back and forth. “So you like when I’m nice to you, that’s the problem. I get it now.”
“No,” Donghyuck repeats. His cheeks never lost all of the rosy afterglow, and it’s creeping back in full force now. He doesn’t bat Jaemin’s hand away. “I’m just saying—“
“It‘s alright, I get it,” Jaemin says, cheerful. “Me being nice makes you have butterflies in your stomach. You’re right, I should’ve guessed that.”
Donghyuck does bat his hand away, at that. “Shut the fuck up,” he mutters, trying to turn his head into the pillow. “I’m not the one acting like they have an embarrassing schoolgirl crush on me.”
He’s avoiding Jaemin’s eyes with all his might, back twisting in a way that would have him on his side again if Jaemin wasn’t on top of him and bearing down. Jaemin traces the tense line of his neck, his jawline, more defined than a few months ago. If Donghyuck wants to flip onto his stomach, that’s fine too. He’s still sloppy from Jaemin’s cum leaking out of his ass, so the position will make it easier to clean him up.
Jaemin rises up on his knees and pushes Donghyuck onto his front, dropping back down to straddle his legs again. “You got me there.”
Donghyuck’s indignant cry is muffled by the pillow he was so adamant about smothering himself in. His head shoots around to sneer at Jaemin. But he doesn’t look indignant, he looks—surprised?
“You—you—“ Donghyuck breaks off to swear. Jaemin grabbed the other wet wipe and swiped it between his asscheeks while he was getting his bearings. Donghyuck’s hole is puffy from fingers and tongue and cock alike, greedy.
“Me,” Jaemin says. He takes a deep breath. He’s half-hard. Sitting on Donghyuck, running hands down his softest, prettiest parts, even just to wipe him clean, will do that.
“What do you mean?” Donghyuck asks. It comes out in a jumble, like he squeezed all the words together to get them out before Jaemin stole his breath again.
More cum leaks sluggishly out when Jaemin spreads one of his cheeks to the side, angling for a better look. Fuck, he looks well-used. Jaemin’s dick twitches harder, resting against the back of Donghyuck’s thigh, and he knows Donghyuck feels it from his strangled gasp. He trails a finger down where the wipe had gone, and listens to that gasp turn into a whimper.
“I don’t think there’s any other possible meaning,” Jaemin says.
“And that’s why you’re acting so nice? Cause you—feel like—that?”
“What do you think?”
Donghyuck’s next noise is frustrated. Exasperated, except Jaemin’s pointer finger dips inside for half a second and it evaporates into another whimper. Jaemin knows which buttons to press. His back arches the smallest amount, pushing back into the finger, and Jaemin’s mind starts to melt. “Why can’t you just answer a fucking question for once in your life?”
“I don’t know,” Jaemin breathes. He shuffles forward on Donghyuck’s thighs, letting his cock settle against the curve of Donghyuck’s ass. It's a tough choice, but he stops rubbing Donghyuck's hole to trace a hand down his spine. “Maybe if you ask me a clear, direct question I will.”
Donghyuck is silent. When Jaemin glances up, not a single centimeter of his face is visible, shoulders hunched and face in the pillow. Jaemin leans over him more, length slipping between his asscheeks, and bites his shoulder. The full-body flinch Jaemin gets in return—paired with the heat of his skin against his dick—is enough to have him thickening further.
“Ask me what you want to know,” Jaemin repeats into his ear. “Be precise. Ask me a real question, and I’ll tell you the answer.”
It takes ages. He won’t look at Jaemin, but he lets Jaemin squeeze and knead his waist, lets Jaemin straighten up and frot against his ass like there’s no tomorrow.
“So you—” Donghyuck finds his words, so Jaemin hums in encouragement. He takes a deep breath and continues on through the barrage of Jaemin's thrusts. “Are you being nice because—I mean, do you like—do you want to keep having s—uh, or, do you want to—keep—me? Is that it?”
Donghyuck never stutters. Not unless he’s too worked up over topic to get his words out right, usually when he’s arguing with Mark or when Chenle and him are debating, when Renjun is scolding him. It’s new, with Jaemin.
“That’s not a direct, clear question,” Jaemin says. He lets fake disappointment seep into his voice, despite this shaping up to be a fun little afternoon.
He knew Donghyuck wouldn’t follow through. Prideful with a good memory, there’s no way he would’ve put himself on the line for Jaemin to potentially laugh at him if he read the situation wrong. Lucky for Donghyuck, he read it right—but Jaemin’s still gonna make him suffer first, anyway. It’s only fair.
“It wasn’t even a proper sentence,” Jaemin continues. “Really, Haechan, you’re a smart guy. You should know better than to ask open-ended questions.”
Donghyuck lifts his head and whips it around, angry teddy bear eyebrows in play again. Jaemin moves before he can open his mouth. He’s still warm and wet inside, tight around two fingers when Jaemin shifts back and finally tucks them in. Not a tease this time, going straight to the second knuckle. Donghyuck keens. His hips come up off the bed, but Jaemin shoves them down with his free hand.
“Like, do I want to keep you how?” Jaemin asks, innocent. He fucks in and out slowly, letting Donghyuck get used to the feeling, dragging along his walls. “Do I want to keep you spread open with my fingers, whining as I bring you to the brink another time?”
Donghyuck isn’t looking at him anymore. He ducked his head in his arms when Jaemin was staring at his hole, overwhelmed. Jaemin knows he can take more. Sure, Jaemin got him off twice in quick succession already, but that’s become their standard as of late.
Last time, Jaemin sucked him off in the doorway of his apartment, then fucked him on the bathroom floor and came inside, eating it out of Donghyuck right there when he was done, not patient enough to make it to the shower. He didn’t let up until Donghyuck was sobbing around a third orgasm and weakly cradling Jaemin’s head, jaw off its hinges, eyes glazed over.
Donghyuck can take more. It’s why Jaemin is comfortable scooting backwards and snaking his other hand through Donghyuck’s hair, pulling up, up, up. Donghyuck arches off the mattress, free from Jaemin’s thighs pressing him down—only to follow the grip until his back is pressed to Jaemin’s chest, on their knees, trapped again. He whines in discontent when Jaemin pulls his cum-covered fingers out.
They're shoved into his mouth before he can complain further, hooked around the back of his molars until he gags.
“Or do I want to keep you moaning around my fingers like this instead?” Jaemin whispers it in Donghyuck’s ear, adopting a confused tone. “Do I want to keep you filled and choking on them until your gag reflex pleads for mercy?”
Donghyuck garbles something unintelligible. Jaemin doesn’t bother deciphering—he’s not really looking for feedback right now, not done making Donghyuck sweat.
“What was that?” He removes his fingers from Donghyuck’s mouth, making sure to rub the pads against Donghyuck’s tongue as he goes.
Donghyuck coughs, trying to draw in a breath, but Jaemin tips them back over onto the bed before he can reply and follows him down. Donghyuck’s been working out more often—not just lounging on the leg press and ogling Jaemin’s biceps, driving Jaemin slowly out of his mind with his splayed thighs in slutty shorts and red, wet mouth hanging open when Jaemin does another rep—but still nowhere close to matching Jaemin muscle for muscle. Jaemin’s shoulders are broad and defined, and it shows when he blankets Donghyuck’s back and covers him completely, hands pressing his wrists into the mattress.
Jaemin bites his ear, chuckling when Donghyuck shivers. “Do I want to keep you underneath me like this, unable to move, so I can do whatever I want to you?”
Donghyuck struggles, as planned. God, he’s so predictable, and would absolutely hate it if he knew Jaemin figured out all of his tells six hook-ups ago. Jaemin tightens his grip on his wrists, bites him harder. Watches as he goes boneless. Predictable, predictable.
Jaemin hides his smile in Donghyuck’s hair. They never got around to tying it up, messy strands sticking everywhere, mussed against skin and sweat. “Or,” Jaemin starts. One leg slips between Donghyuck’s, leverage for the move he’s about to pull. “Do I want to keep you wrapped around my cock at all times, fucking the snark right out of you again and again?”
He can pinpoint the exact moment Donghyuck realises what’s about to happen, but it’s too late. He twists his leg and rolls them on their sides, releasing Donghyuck’s wrists so he can sneak one arm under to grope at his chest, the other lifting Donghyuck’s own leg up and guiding his cock inside. Jaemin doesn’t stop until his whole length is swallowed up, nudging Donghyuck’s prostate on the first go from how deep in his guts he is.
Jaemin spent twenty minutes tonguing Donghyuck’s nipples and opening him on four fingers earlier, teasing his thumb against Donghyuck’s hole until Donghyuck was coming solely from anticipation, loose and turned on and ready for anything Jaemin deigned to give him. And Jaemin deigned to give him a lot.
He’s loose now, but still tight enough for Jaemin to see a star or two floating around his line of vision. If Jaemin is this dazed and oversensitive from coming once, Donghyuck must be—
“Fuck, fuck, Jaemin—” Donghyuck slurs when Jaemin’s flush against his ass. His name sounds so nice in Donghyuck’s mouth. Donghyuck’s eyes are squeezed shut, from what Jaemin can see over his shoulder, and his eyelashes flutter when Jaemin gives a tentative thrust.
Jaemin laughs. He can’t help it. It’s even better when Donghyuck’s eyes immediately spring open to glare at him sideways, baleful. Grin etched in place and surely giving him away, he starts fucking his hips in at a glacial pace. Jaemin wasn’t fully hard when he slid inside Donghyuck, but there’s nothing like wet boy heat to work him up faster than he can blink.
“Do I want to keep you like this while w—we sleep,” Jaemin gasps. His composure is slipping. Donghyuck always does this to him. “Cockwarming me so I can fuck another load into you in the middle of the night, fill you up so you wake up satisfied?”
Donghyuck quivers when Jaemin flicks his nipple, sucked and bitten into oblivion already, so Jaemin stops groping his chest. He’s feeling rather magnanimous about the whole thing. His hand looks nicer wrapped around Donghyuck’s throat, anyway. The noise he makes when Jaemin tightens the tips of his fingers around his neck is just a bonus. And the one he makes right after, like he had the air knocked out of him even though Jaemin’s being cautious, handling him with care.
“Do I want to keep you like this, your throat in my grip, so I can feel every precious breath you take?” Jaemin murmurs into his ear.
Donghyuck doesn’t reply. Actually, Donghyuck hasn’t replied for a while. Sure, Jaemin’s just being difficult and giving him a taste of his own medicine, but the lack of snark is noticeable. Jaemin wouldn’t even be sure he was breathing if his hand wasn’t right up against his windpipe.
Jaemin slows his thrusts, switching to steady grinds so he can push himself into position, can crane his neck up and look at Donghyuck’s face. It’s a sight to see. His eyes are shut, but they roll back in his head enough that Jaemin catches a glimpse of white underneath his eyelashes, complimenting the unshed tears around his waterline. His jaw is slack—Jaemin must be nailing him head on, leisurely rocking like this.
“Baby,” Jaemin breathes.
The first teardrop slips free, down Donghyuck’s cheek. Jaemin is quick to follow it with his tongue. That stirs up a reaction, finally, when Donghyuck knocks his head back, bumping against Jaemin’s chin. “Gross,” he says.
It sounds more like a croak, and Jaemin feels every decibel against his palm. He loosens his grip, switches to rubbing up and down his whole neck, thumbing his lips on each upward motion.
“So you are here,” Jaemin accuses.
“You’ve got your dick in my ass, where—ah, where else would I be?”
Jaemin hums, hitting it extra hard on his next thrust. “You weren’t answering my questions. I thought you were stuck in your head.”
Donghyuck pants for a good five seconds before responding. “Those weren’t rhetorical?”
“Rhetorical?” Jaemin laughs.
He stops rolling his hips and pulls out, manhandling Donghyuck flat on his back against the bed. Jaemin crawls over him. He doesn’t get the chance to do much more than take a deep, gasping breath before Jaemin leans down and presses back in, slipping past Donghyuck’s rim with ease. Well-used. Donghyuck’s mouth is warm against his when he licks into it, fucking Donghyuck and sliding their tongues together with steady rhythm, tasting Donghyuck’s pleasure for himself.
Jaemin comes up for air first. “Let me get this straight.” Sweat starts to drip down his forehead when he straightens back up and tosses Donghyuck’s calves around his neck. Everything’s so easy, he swears. Donghyuck lets Jaemin move him like a doll. “So you know what a rhetorical question is, but you can’t phrase a literal question yourself?”
Donghyuck whines with the new angle. “Can you—I literally just said your dick is in my ass. Can we do this later?”
His legs hang limply off of Jaemin’s shoulders. Jaemin fucks in hard, just once. Just to give Donghyuck a taste. Donghyuck’s hips thrash trying to get him to do it again, but Jaemin starts off slow, keeps the rolls of his hips even, hands tight around Donghyuck’s knees.
“But I guess I’ll let it slide this time,” Jaemin says. “Wow, that’s two times today I’ve done something kind for you today.” He releases one of Donghyuck’s legs, letting it sag against his shoulder in favour of throwing up a peace sign right next to his eyes, grinning. He doesn’t stop fucking him. "Guess I am being extra nice."
Donghyuck stares incredulously. “You’re so…,” he says, covering his face with both hands. Not before Jaemin sees his lip corners turn up. “What are you even doing to me, I swear.”
His blush must be spectacular. Jaemin wants to see it, so he stops moving his hips and drops down closer, leaning in. The position strains Donghyuck’s thigh against his messy stomach, driving Jaemin’s dick deeper. Jaemin wraps his fingers around Donghyuck’s wrists and pulls them away.
He was right.
Donghyuck’s blush will be burned into his retinas for weeks to come, every time he’s alone in his room with a hand on his cock. It’s also the cutest thing he’s ever seen, deep enough that it shines through his beautiful complexion. Eyebrows furrowed at the center, eyes looking everywhere but at Jaemin’s face. Waiting for Jaemin to start chasing his pleasure again, waiting for Jaemin to use him.
“Wanna know why I’m deciding to let it go?” Jaemin beams wider.
“No.”
“Because my answer to all of those questions would be yes,” Jaemin says. He trades his grip on one of Donghyuck’s wrists for trailing fingers across the bridge of his nose. Jaemin’s hand comes away damp. “And to a few more.”
Donghyuck doesn’t have an answer for that. He also doesn’t move, so Jaemin strains his muscles and leans down as far as he can, shifting inside of Donghyuck, grabbing his wrist again. He rests his elbows on the bed and listens to Donghyuck’s breath catch when he ducks in to nose at his neck. Jaemin almost breaks his back biting Donghyuck’s collarbone and feeling his sigh.
They’re so close now. Donghyuck is practically thrumming around him, he just needs to push him a little further. He also needs to decide which part of himself to reveal, how to seal his fate while still getting what he wants. Jaemin kisses Donghyuck’s jawline, setting sharp teeth behind his ear, taking a few whiffs under his breath against his hairline. Then he repeats the process down Donghyuck’s neck again.
“I’d keep you—” Jaemin cuts himself off on purpose, makes sure the hesitation shows in his voice. “I’d keep you within arm’s reach whenever I could, just because I love how your skin feels on mine.”
Donghyuck tenses, the vein that Jaemin had been sucking at going taut between his lips. Jaemin releases his wrists and shoves himself up, so he can see Donghyuck’s troubled expression. There’s a bemused little smile on his own face. All that dirty talk from a few minutes ago and this is what gets Donghyuck’s hackles rising, alarm bells blaring in his head loud enough for Jaemin to hear.
It’s sweet. Kind of. He decides to continue on regardless.
“I’d keep you—” Jaemin says, putting that same audible pause in place.
One last wall for Donghyuck to cling to, if he wants. And he does cling to it, scrambling at Jaemin’s hand when he uses Donghyuck’s wrist to push up further and lean back a bit, stabilising himself before reaching out and wrapping a hand around Donghyuck’s neck again.
“I’d keep you close like this,” Jaemin says. “So I can hear every pretty noise you make for me. So I can feel your throat work as you speak, know how your body works to produce such lovely sounds.”
Instead of feeling Donghyuck’s throat rumbling as expected, there’s the sensation of him strangling his own noises, nails digging into Jaemin’s wrist. Still fighting it, even now. Determined to a fault. Jaemin wants to bite the skin above his eyebrow, whisper just give in so softly Donghyuck might believe it’s his own thought, organic inception.
“You know I love your voice,” Jaemin murmurs. “I’ve always said that, and I meant it.”
He presses Donghyuck’s arm into the bed and hunches over to bite Donghyuck’s cheek instead, right under his eye. The skin is thinner there. Jaemin would prefer to hurry this along. Donghyuck gasps, tight against his palm, and it’s perfect.
Jaemin’s grip loosens all at once, letting Donghyuck frantically gulp down air. “I can’t touch you how I want to like this,” he says. “Can you ride me?”
“Why,” Donghyuck whines. He looks near tears when Jaemin lifts up to meet his gaze.
“Donghyuck-ah,” Jaemin says. And that’s that.
It’s nothing short of a miracle when Jaemin settles back against Donghyuck’s headboard and lets the headboard’s owner clamber into his lap, limbs moving slow, lagging. He melts into Jaemin’s shoulders when he sits down on his cock again, arms dropping around Jaemin’s neck as he tucks his head there.
He welcomes Jaemin back inside easy, so easy, always so easy. Having Donghyuck like this is enough to drive Jaemin a bit insane. Nothing too crazy, but you know. Enough.
They’re pressed so tight together they’re sharing the same recycled breaths, touching every available centimeter of Donghyuck’s smaller, softer body. Donghyuck’s ear bumps his mouth every time he thrusts his hips up, every time he guides Donghyuck’s own hips with two firm hands, picking Donghyuck up and dropping him back down on his dick.
“I’d keep you,” Jaemin says, and Donghyuck practically falls over himself to shove a hand at his mouth before he can get the words out.
“Jaemin,” Donghyuck groans. "Stop."
“Baby,” Jaemin garbles through the hand. It disappears, so he asks, “Are you close?” He slips an arm around Donghyuck’s back and uses that to support their pace. His free hand tangles with one of Donghyuck’s, briefly, just long enough to press a brief kiss to his palm. He drop their hands right after, tangling his fingers around Donghyuck’s cock. “Baby.”
Donghyuck makes an unhinged noise, and Jaemin has to lean up to bite it out of his mouth. Has to. It tastes just as good as all the others, like the one Jaemin gets when he twists ruthlessly around the head of Donghyuck’s cock. Jaemin starts timing the rock of his hips upward with the jerk of his wrist, running his mouth, coming at Donghyuck from all sides.
“I would keep you,” Jaemin says.
He doesn’t pause this time, but the room feels like it’s holding its breath anyway. Donghyuck certainly looks like he’s holding his breath. His eyes are shut, and he flinches at Jaemin’s words.
It’s the truth, at the very heart of it. Simple. Jaemin would’ve told Donghyuck seven times ago, had he just asked. Donghyuck may be the only person he would flat out tell something if asked, save maybe Jeno, Jisung, and his mother. It makes it funnier in his head when Donghyuck lies obnoxiously in return right to his face. It’s just another game they play, unspoken but so obvious that Jaemin thought they both knew of its existence.
There’s no use trying to go back to games now.
Jaemin takes another breath. “I would keep you—forever. I would have you, Haechan-ah.”
Donghyuck’s punched-out cry is delectable, his desperate whine the sweetest thing Jaemin’s ever heard. His dick pulses in Jaemin’s hand. His eyes open and lock onto Jaemin’s and he looks like he’s about to—
Donghyuck comes on the next stroke of Jaemin’s hand, gasping and spurting and shaking in Jaemin’s arms. His cock shoots cum all in between them, smudging against their stomachs and chests and, somehow, Jaemin’s neck. Jaemin feels his heartbeat stop, then race back into place, hoofbeats pounding against his ribcage. Donghyuck’s face is fucking indecent to look at. Jesus. His eyes roll back again, Jaemin’s new favourite look on him, and his pink tongue falls out to trace along a bitten lower lip, eyebrows permanently sealed together in the middle of his forehead.
He’s beautiful. Jaemin wants to keep him, full stop, but especially in moments like these. Suspended in what must be staggering pleasure, sensation that Jaemin gave to him. That Jaemin is responsible for. “You’re kinda amazing, hyung,” Jaemin breathes. Shit, he’s so hard.
“You only call me—hyung when you want something,” Donghyuck croaks back.
Jaemin’s a bit impressed that he managed to speak so quickly. His dedication to being a shit is lifelong. “Let me come inside you.”
“You always do anyway,” Donghyuck mutters. “I don’t know why you even bother asking anymore.”
Jaemin laughs in pure delight. He’s sure it sounds mocking based on how Donghyuck’s eyes narrow, but he’s just. Happy. “The point of this whole exercise was to show you how important asking questions is.”
“Funny,” Donghyuck says. He raises back up a little and starts grinding down against Jaemin’s thrusts, meeting in the middle, so damn good it has Jaemin groaning. “I thought the point was that you’re obsessed with me.”
Jaemin has a comeback on the tip of his tongue but his jaw slackens when Donghyuck rises up all the way, lifting on his knees and plopping back down. Squeezing Jaemin tight the whole way, clenching harder when Jaemin’s buried to the hilt. He forgot how competitive Donghyuck can be.
Donghyuck tries to get his knees under him, rise up again, but Jaemin comes before that can happen. Honestly, he comes so hard he’s sure Donghyuck would be pregnant, if he had a womb. He feels like he reaches that far into Donghyuck’s body every time as it stands, molding Donghyuck around him before he spills, marking him from the inside out.
The imagery sparks around in Jaemin’s brain as his dick keeps spitting cum into Donghyuck’s heat, his arms shaking around Donghyuck’s body. And through it all, Donghyuck takes it. He doesn’t say a word. He lets Jaemin hold him any way he wants, allows Jaemin to brand him in the filthiest way possible.
This time, it takes a full six minutes longer before Jaemin can will himself to separate from Donghyuck’s warmth and set about cleaning them up for real.
Donghyuck’s soft hiss of sensitivity when he lays him down on the bed and slips out almost breaks Jaemin’s spirit, but he powers through. Straightening up and stretching his muscles, then dropping right back down to gauge the awareness in Donghyuck’s eyes. Donghyuck blinks up at him, any cloudiness that was there disappearing by the second. Jaemin tilts his face up for a kiss and lets Donghyuck bite at his lips. He manages to coax Donghyuck’s mouth open for one soul-sucking kiss, just one.
It feels like a victory, so Jaemin pulls away and sets off.
Finding the standard supplies is slightly harder once the room has been ransacked already. The underwear he grabbed is buried somewhere in the tangle of blankets down by Donghyuck's feet, not necessary. Donghyuck’s hair tie is nowhere to be found, but sloppy seconds call for a shower anyway so it doesn’t matter. They can look for it after once Donghyuck’s hair dries naturally, reaching its full fluffiness capability. Baby wipes are rendered useless, too. The half-empty water bottle is wedged under Donghyuck’s bed, and he hears Donghyuck make a soft noise behind him when he bends down to grab it. Then—
“You want me so bad,” Donghyuck says. His throat is still scratchy, probably from crying those tears Jaemin fucked out of him and then licked off his face.
Jaemin straightens up and sends him a la6 smile. “There he is.”
“You want me so bad,” Donghyuck repeats, with the same creeping glee in his voice.
“You can’t shut up, can you? Even after coming three times.”
Donghyuck looks delighted and haughty at the same time. How he manages it while simultaneously looking like he just got fucked within a centimeter of his life is beyond Jaemin. “You want me so bad it makes you look stupid.”
Jaemin can’t tame his grin as he strolls back around the bed, water bottle in hand.
They’re more similar than Donghyuck thinks. He’s so fond of Donghyuck that it makes him look stupid, but he’s usually better about hiding it. Never let them know your next move. An affectionate stare here, a hand guiding him along in the hallways there, pulling his chair out at a group dinner, giving him a mindblowing orgasm or two—then back to their daily routine of antagonising each other for fun.
Donghyuck’s cum is smeared all over their bodies and the culprit himself is lying on the bed before him, staring up at Jaemin in satisfaction and glee, and Jaemin knows he’s in for a world of ribbing. There’s no use trying to hide anymore. Their friends are probably all tired of them, too.
“You’re the one panting and moaning in my bed, Hyuck,” Jaemin says. He leans over Donghyuck on the mattress but doesn’t touch him. “Which one of us looks stupid right now?”
The look he gets from that is adorably incendiary, like when a very small child is angry with you. “I was not panting and moaning. You should be grateful for any noises you heard me make in the first place.”
“I am.”
Donghyuck’s expression loosens, not expecting that. Jaemin watches him struggle for a reply. “Whatever,” he says. It’s softer than it should be. “Also, this is my bed.”
Jaemin tilts his head and smiles. Their lips would slot together perfectly if he went for it. “Is it?”
Donghyuck’s response is to reach out and pull Jaemin down. Two fists in his shirt, and he stumbles off balance immediately, the water bottle dropping and rolling back under the bed before either of them even had a sip. He lands directly on top of Donghyuck, warm, naked skin pressing together on contact.
Jaemin’s the one who melts this time, rolling them to the center of the bed before stretching his arms and legs out. Once he’s spread out on top again, he sags into Donghyuck’s shoulder, happily nuzzling like a cat. He got out of that with a lot less grief than expected.
“This is so weird,” Donghyuck says, after letting himself be moved and encircling Jaemin’s waist with his arms when Jaemin was getting comfortable, rubbing at the skin there. Of course he wants to comment now. Jaemin bites him. “Ouch. I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”
“You’re the one who dragged me down here.”
Donghyuck sniffs. He gets a mouthful of Jaemin’s hair for his efforts. “I don’t remember that.”
“That’s okay,” Jaemin yawns, and settles in for a nap. Fucking Donghyuck really is a full body workout. Jaemin’s nothing if not a fiend for the gym, but it takes it out of him every time. Their mandatory shower can wait. Donghyuck is such a comfortable pillow. His fingertips dragging up and down Jaemin’s back are soothing in the worst way. “I remember everything about you.”
“…Right.” Donghyuck’s arms circle his back completely, pulling him down impossibly further. He stops the mapping motions of his hands and buries his face in Jaemin’s hair. His chin digs into Jaemin’s skull.
Jaemin feels the race of his heartbeat, aligned with Donghyuck’s chest, and smiles. “Right,” he replies.
Donghyuck’s fingers resume their rubbing of Jaemin’s back, smaller paths this time, locked in place. Tight around Jaemin’s waist, so he couldn’t run even if he wanted to. Jaemin’s smile doesn’t fade until he’s already asleep.