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It is a lovely Saturday morning when Jeno wakes up. He stretches his body, wringing the sleep from his limbs. He yawns, eyes still closed, relaxed . It isn’t until he rolls over to grab his phone from where it fell onto the hardwood floor yesterday evening (getting too excited over a thing you see on your phone will do that), that he notices it’s in fact a Friday evening and he is late to a date with Jaemin.
Shit.
He immediately dials Jaemin's contact and brings the phone to his ear.
"Jeno-yah…" Jaemin says when he picks up.
"I know! I know I'm so sorry!"
"I told you this would happen if you go to sleep at seven in the morning." Jaemin says. There's a slight chuckle in his tone. He’s not mad, or at least doesn’t seem to be. Jaemin rarely ever gets mad at Jeno.
“I’ll be at yours in ten minutes.” Jeno says. “Just gotta get my-” He starts, fumbling with his pants. He falls while trying to get his pants on one of his legs. “Fucking shit!”
Jaemin just cackles maniacally on the other end. “I’ll see you!” He says, and then he hangs up the phone.
Jeno gets himself off the floor, throwing his phone on the bed. He continues getting ready and makes sure he looks presentable, or well, he makes sure he looks amazing. Jaemin deserves the best version of him.
They’ve been together for a little over a year now, and it’s safe to say that some things have changed. Jaemin is not a teacher anymore. He quit when things got serious between them. Jeno has graduated. They work together now in a cute little flower shop down the street from Jaemin’s apartment. Jaemin and him have always enjoyed flowers and plants. The shop was for sale and they immediately fell in love with the place.
It's a cozy little spot with lots of natural lights. Decorated with plants and flowers and paintings on the walls.
Today, they are planning to go to a restaurant. First, Jeno is supposed to go to Jaemin's apartment. Then they are going to the restaurant together.
Friday night is date night, and Jeno loves this tradition. He also loves what follows after.
Jeno walks the few blocks between separating them and he arrives at Jaemin's door and it opens as soon as he rings the doorbell. Jaemin greets him with a soft kiss against his cheek.
"Glad to see you made it." Jaemin says.
"Hello to you too," Jeno laughs. He presses a kiss against Jaemin's lips. "You look gorgeous."
It's true. Jaemin always looks gorgeous, but lately its really something else. He looks… amazing. Biceps bulging through his shirt, pecs visible. Jeno could look at him all day long.
"So do you my sweet Jeno." Jaemin replies with a brilliant smile. His smile has always been beautiful.
They hang out for a bit, until it's time to leave. Jaemin drives them to the restaurant with his car, hand on Jeno's thigh. The restaurant is nice, they've been here before. It's quite fancy and Jeno always feels underdressed in his clothes. Jaemin never has that problem with his many suits. Jaemin has also kept up with his watch collection. He's wearing one of his new ones now and it shines bright in the dim light of the room. It's silver.
The food is good, really good, it always is. But Jeno gets interrupted mid-bite by Jaemin's foot rubbing against his own.
Jeno widens his eyes, looking up at Jaemin. Jaemin is already looking back at him with a ridiculous smirk plastered on his face.
Jaemin moves his foot higher, towards Jeno's calves. Thank god there's a tablecloth covering this.
Jeno feels himself turning red in the face.
Jaemin moves to Jeno's knees, to his thighs, before going towards his crotch. Jeno gasps, surprised by Jaemin's actions. He shouldn’t be though, he should’ve at least slightly suspected these actions. This is Jaemin we’re talking about, after all.
“Oh.” Jeno squeaks out.
Jaemin applies the tiniest bit of pressure to Jeno’s clothed dick and Jeno doubles forward, hands quickly moving towards his face to hide his vibrant blush. They’re in public, for fuck’s sake.
He feels so sensitive already.
They've barely even started.
Jaemin continues eating his meal slowly, taking glances at Jeno every once in a while to see how he's holding up.
“You’re doing very well, Jeno.” Jaemin whispers softly.
Jeno is red, eyes fluttering shut and mouth slightly agape.
Jaemin keeps switching between pressure, going from pressing harder to softer and it drives Jeno absolutely mad.
There’s this pop song playing in the room and it makes Jeno feel even more insane.
My oh my, I love you so.
He's hard, straining against his jeans. It's ridiculous, how pent up Jaemin can get him with just a simple touch, with just a simple action. How desperate he can get him, how he can get Jeno to grind his hips forward against the sole of Jaemin's shoe, head turned down. They are tiny movements but they're still there. Jaemin smirks as he notices it. He presses his foot harder against Jeno’s bulge.
My oh my, I’m just going with your flow.
Jeno is losing his damn mind over this. He actually feels insane. Most of all, he's close. So damn close he can almost taste it. He rolls his hips more forcefully a few times before his eyes roll back into his skull and he comes, body freezing and locking up. He shakes through it and he thanks God for the fact this restaurant is nearly deserted. He just couldn't hold it in any longer.
He grimaces at the mess he created in his pants and he hears Jaemin scoff.
"Couldn't wait until we get home, could you?" Jaemin asks, keeping his voice very low. "I see you're still my slut."
Jeno doesn't move. He just waits patiently for what Jaemin will say next.
"Stand up." Jaemin says, standing up from his chair himself. "We're leaving."
Jeno doesn't even care that he hasn't gotten the chance to finish his food. He stands up quickly, hoping the wet mark on his pants isn't visible to the world. An untrained eye will think he pissed himself and that's not really something he's into.
Jaemin pays the bill this time and they leave the place, going back to Jaemin's car.
Jeno expects Jaemin to start the car and drive them home, but instead he says: "go to the backseat."
He slides the front seats forward to create more space and joins Jeno in the back. Jaemin reaches out to gently grab Jeno's jaw. Jeno leans into it, eyes fluttering shut. Jaemin's hand is cold, a strong contrast with the warmth of Jeno's skin.
"I can't wait till we're home." Jaemin admits.
"Me neither." Jeno breathes.
"Are you okay with taking care of things here?"
"I am," Jeno says. He opens his eyes and locks them onto Jaemin's. "I just want you so bad."
"You just can't control yourself, can you?" Jaemin teases. Jeno releases a shaky breath as he leans in to connect their lips. Jaemin immediately kisses back with fervour, seemingly impatient as ever. He can most definitely not control himself either.
He looks hot, he looks even hotter as Jeno gets on top of his lap. Jaemin's hands move to Jeno's little waist and one of Jeno's hands moves to Jaemin's bicep, the other to his jaw.
"You're so hot." Jeno whines. He opens his mouth to let Jaemin slip his tongue inside. God… Jeno can't get enough. He's needy, desperate, already rutting his hips against one of Jaemin's thighs. Jaemin digs his fingertips into Jeno's shirt.
It's not close enough. They need to be closer, skin to skin. Jaemin slides his hands down towards the hem of Jeno's shirt. He slips his hands inside, feeling Jeno up.
There's a slight hastiness to Jaemin's movements, a sense of impatience.
Jaemin pulls away from the kiss and starts kissing Jeno's jaw, along his neck. He nips and licks at the skin and Jeno moans shakily. It feels so good already.
“What do you want? Jaemin asks.
It's not enough. It will never be enough. They will always need more.
"To-touch me, please." Jeno begs. “Use me, touch me, make me your slut.”
"Already begging for me, huh? You just can't get enough, can you? Not even after humping my foot in a restaurant like some horny dog?"
" Ah , please, please."
Jaemin moves his hands to Jeno's clothed dick. "Already hard again," He notes. He squeezes Jeno's dick and Jeno almost shouts. "Slut."
He feels so sensitive. If he isn't filled up in the next few minutes he thinks he will actually lose it.
"Are you gonna fuck me?" Jeno asks, humping against Jaemin's hand.
"Do you want me to?"
"Yeah, fuck yeah."
"Such a foul mouth." Jaemin replies with a smirk.
"Please fuck me, Jaeminie." Jeno begs.
"So desperate for me…"
Jeno makes a soft noise and he nods. "Only for, ah - you."
"Right." Jaemin nods.
"Jaemin, I need more, please."
Jeno's thighs are strong. He has one on either side of Jaemin's and he squeezes them together whenever it feels particularly good.
"Let's get your pants off then, pretty."
It's awkward and difficult to get them off but it works out in the end. Jeno also pulls at the collar of Jaemin's shirt and that gives Jaemin the hint to take it off as well.
Jeno's hard. Jaemin wraps his hand around him and starts stroking up and down. It feels so good already, the feeling of Jaemin's rough hand against his skin, the way he squeezes around the head whenever he strokes upwards. God, it drives him insane.
"You're so sweet, Jeno baby." Jaemin says. "So good for me."
Jaemin reaches for the bag he keeps in the backseat and he pulls out a small bottle of lube. He puts a generous amount on his fingers and he brings it towards Jeno's entrance. Jeno hisses at the cold feeling and hides his face in the crook of Jaemin's neck. Jaemin shushes him sweetly. He kisses Jeno's temple.
"Ready?" He asks.
Jeno nods and Jaemin gently guides his first finger inside. Jeno moans softly, kissing Jaemin's strong shoulder. He bites at the skin and Jaemin yelps, his finger pausing.
"Did you just bite me?" Jaemin asks.
"Mhm." Jeno hums. He licks and kisses the spot to soothe it.
"Jesus, Jeno." Jaemin breathes. He speeds up the movement of his finger and adds a second one soon enough. Jeno bites his neck and Jaemin moans softly. Jeno giggles against his skin.
"Jeno…" Jaemin starts. "Keep doing that." He says. He adds a third finger and Jeno groans at the stretch, continuing to bite and kiss Jaemin's skin. Jeno can actually feel how hard he's getting, he can feel Jaemin's cock press against his thigh, can feel it twitch every time he sinks his teeth into Jaemin's skin. He can't believe he didn't discover this any sooner.
Jeno flexes his thigh to give Jaemin some relief, and it’s well received because Jaemin groans softly every time he does. He gets so hard that he starts throbbing.
Jaemin pulls his fingers out and slaps Jeno's ass one time. Jeno jolts forward.
"You're ready, beautiful," Jaemin says. He sounds slightly out of breath. "How do you wanna do this?"
"Like this," Jeno says. He scoots back a bit and undoes Jaemin's pants, pulling them down far enough to free his cock. He notes that the windows are already fogged over and it sends a thrill up his spine. “Hurry.”
They ditched condoms long ago, so Jaemin has no problem guiding himself towards Jeno's hole. Jeno takes matters into his own hands, he lowers himself down slowly, eyes fluttering shut and tongue lolling out.
Jaemin seemingly lost his composure a bit with that biting, but it's slowly coming back to him as he grabs Jeno's waist again to squeeze his fingers into the skin.
Jeno loses himself in it, in the pleasure. The feeling of getting filled up, that feeling of fullness. It rises to his head as he sinks down, until his ass is pressed together with Jaemin’s pelvis. It feels so fucking good, to be stretched open, to feel Jaemin inside of him, twitching and throbbing.
Jeno grabs Jaemin's shoulders and ignores the slight ache in his thighs as he rises up again. He drops down again after and builds up a pace just like that, slowly, precisely. They're both moaning and groaning, lost in the waves of pleasure.
"You're my filthy slut, aren't you?" Jaemin growls. He grabs Jeno tight and starts to help him move up and down.
"Yes!" Jeno cries out. That's exactly what he is. Jaemin rubs against the most sensitive spot inside of him and he sees stars. "Right there!"
Jaemin keeps going, grinding his own hips against Jeno's ass so he keeps rubbing against that spot. Jeno is nearly crying, the feeling so overwhelming and good . It feels delicious.
Jeno circles his hips, grinding down. Jaemin wraps his hand around Jeno's cock and Jeno nearly screams. If someone would be walking past they would most definitely know what is going on. That knowledge sends a shiver down Jeno's spine. He likes that, being seen, being watched.
He remembers that one time, as a birthday present for him, Jaemin told him to get himself ready. And so Jeno did, fingering himself open as Jaemin watched him. He had come way too soon, far too desperate, begging for Jaemin to fuck him, to take him, to own him. Jaemin's dark eyes watching him feels euphoric.
Now, Jeno is close. He's so close that he can taste it. The knot in his abdomen builds and builds until it comes loose and he comes, blinding hot white behind his eyes. Jaemin guides him through it, grinding his hips up and jerking him off. As Jeno comes, he bites down on Jaemin's shoulder and Jaemin moans loudly.
Jeno clenches around him so tight that it sends Jaemin over the edge as well. He comes, a mix of the tightness and the bite making his blood turn to molten lava.
They catch their breaths in each other's embrace. Jaemin gently rubs his hand on Jeno's back. Jeno kisses Jaemin's neck, murmuring something about how pretty he is. Jeno pulls himself off after a while of being in Jaemin’s embrace.
"You're such a good boy for me." Jaemin says softly. He caresses Jeno's cheek. “Ready for one more?”
“One more?”
“Mhm, get on your hands and knees, pup.”
Jeno agrees. He gets down on his hands and knees (it’s a tight fit but it works), ass facing Jaemin. Jaemin stares at his come leaking out of Jeno’s hole. He spanks Jeno’s ass and laughs as the younger jolts forward. Jaemin gets behind him, also on his knees and he spreads Jeno’s cheeks apart. Jeno flushes a vibrant red, embarrassment taking over.
Jaemin leans in and kisses one of Jeno’s cheeks, licking his entrance afterwards. Jeno whimpers, broken and desperate. He’s so fucking sensitive, having already come twice. Jaemin keeps licking at his hole, not yet licking inside. He hums against Jeno’s entrance and Jeno shakes slightly with the vibrations.
Jeno’s arms get a little unstable as soon as Jaemin starts licking inside. Jaemin starts licking his own cum out of Jeno’s hole. Jeno mewls at the feeling. It feels amazing.
Jaemin keeps going, licking inside. He hums every once in a while, showing that he’s enjoying this just as much. He keeps Jeno’s cheeks spread apart for better access.
It’s dark outside so it must be quite difficult to see, but Jaemin has had some practice. He’s good at this.
Jeno starts grinding his ass back against Jaemin’s tongue, not yet having had enough. He’s still greedy.
Jaemin moves one of his hands forward to stroke Jeno’s cock. This time Jeno screams. It feels so intense and overwhelming and Jeno can’t get enough of the feeling.
When Jaemin licks deep inside and squeezes around his cock, Jeno starts getting close again. Jaemin does it twice more and Jeno sees stars for a third time. Jeno shakes and shivers through it. Not much comes out, just a weak spurt of almost translucent cum.
Jaemin pulls away from him and Jeno almost collapses on the backseat if it weren’t for Jaemin’s arm holding him up.
Jaemin keeps groaning softly, and when Jeno turns around he sees that he’s jerking himself off.
He doesn’t think it through.
“In my mouth.” He says, leaning forward to wrap his lips around the tip of Jaemin’s cock.
Jaemin releases a surprised gasp but he lets Jeno do his thing. It’s not like he minds. Not at all.
Jeno opens his mouth slightly and lets Jaemin thrust his hips upwards. It only takes a few more thrusts before Jaemin shuts his eyes and moans loudly. He comes down Jeno’s throat, and Jeno takes it all like the good boy he is. He’s made for this. Made to be used, to be fucked.
Jeno can't speak. His brain feels like it's made of liquid and it's leaking out of his ears. He can't think. The only thing ringing through his mind is Jaemin's name, over and over again.
"Are you sleeping over tonight?" Jaemin whispers huskily. Jeno makes a soft noise. He nods, eyes fluttering shut as Jaemin pets his hair.
They stay like that for a few minutes, in each other's embrace. It's simple, it's lovely. Jeno can't get enough.
Jeno sits up once he gets the control over his limbs back. They both put their clothes back on, but it takes some time since they can't keep their hands off each other.
Jaemin drives them home and he makes Jeno some of his favourite tea. Jeno gulps it down and they settle on the sofa. Jaemin turns on a show but Jeno isn't paying attention. He's busy staring at Jaemin's side profile. He loves him so much.