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Donghyuck is usually first out the door after, well, anything. Dance practice, concert rehearsal, concerts themselves. He’s back in his comfy personal clothes and packed up before most of the members even take off their mic packs. He’s efficient. When he’s done with work, he’s done for good. He’s ready to go home. Or back to the hotel or off to a restaurant for dinner, whatever.
The point is—he’s fast. Unless he’s already made plans to wait around for someone, he’s saying his goodbyes and leaving.
Tonight, though, he’s not fast enough.
“Haechannie,” comes Jaemin’s low, drawling voice, catching Donghyuck as he rounds the corner, heading toward the exit.
Donghyuck stops in his tracks and immediately wishes he hadn’t. He should just keep walking. Pretend his airpods are in and he can’t hear him, but it’s too late now. Jaemin is there, walking up around him, already dressed back in his Adidas track pants and fitted black tank top even though it’s February. He’s wearing those dark framed glasses again. The strap of his bag is slung across his chest, drawing attention to his defined—
Whoa. No. Okay. Donghyuck drags his gaze up to Jaemin’s face, then quickly darts his eyes over to somewhere above Jaemin’s shoulder. He swallows. “What’s up?” he manages to ask, like he doesn’t already know.
Jaemin steps closer. Donghyuck takes a step back and runs right into the wall. Fuck. He can’t believe Jaemin already caught up with him like this, but Jaemin’s always been sneaky like that, like a snake hiding in the weeds, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
He’s definitely found it now, trapping Donghyuck here in this hallway, so close to the exit, where only a handful of staff breeze past as they get everything together so they can leave. No one is paying attention to them. And, well, to anyone else it probably just looks like they’re talking, waiting for the other members.
Donghyuck knows better.
He makes the mistake of meeting Jaemin’s eyes for a split second—enough for Jaemin’s placid expression to grow into one of his signature, sharp smiles. Donghyuck looks away again, off to the side, staring at the doors to the exit where the cars are waiting for them to head back to the hotel. He doesn’t expect Jaemin to reach up and grab his chin, turning him back until their eyes meet again.
“You’re avoiding me,” Jaemin says. Not a question, just a statement. He doesn’t need to ask why, they both know the reason. He wants Donghyuck to acknowledge it, but Donghyuck’s not that easy.
“Am I?” he returns, tugging Jaemin’s hand away from his face and letting go before the warmth of his skin lingers. “We’ve been together all day, Jaemin. I just wanna get back to the hotel.”
“You think I can’t tell?” Jaemin says. “With the way you keep your distance? Running off to eat with Renjunnie after the first session so I couldn’t come find you then.”
“Self-obsessed much?” Donghyuck retorts. “Not everything’s about you, Jaemin.”
“You’re right,” Jaemin agrees in that drawling voice again, stepping closer once more. Donghyuck’s back hits the wall with nowhere for him to go. “But this is about me, isn’t it? You can’t even look me in the eye, Haechannie. You hid it on stage, but I know you. I know when you’re hiding from me.”
Donghyuck forces himself to stop staring at Jaemin’s forehead and meet his eyes again, properly, as if to say, I’m looking at you now, aren’t I? Of course that’s not enough for Jaemin, who raises a brow at him expectantly, like he’ll stand there and wait until Donghyuck cracks. Donghyuck is pretty resilient though. He doesn’t like to lose, least of all to Jaemin, with his smug affect and cocky grins.
Fuck him. Fuck him for cornering him like this. For getting under his skin. For closing the space between them even further, settling his hands on Donghyuck’s hips. For letting his gaze drop down to Donghyuck’s mouth, lingering there for too long to be anything other than purposeful.
Heat rushes from Donghyuck’s chest up his neck, to his face. When Jaemin looks back up, he seems to notice the furious flush across his cheeks because there it is—that cocky grin stretching across his lips.
“One little kiss got you this shy, baby?” Jaemin asks, like an asshole.
Donghyuck shoves him with both hands pressed firm against Jaemin’s shoulders. He catches Jaemin off guard, which is probably the only reason Jaemin steps back from the force of it—normally Donghyuck wouldn’t be able to make him move an inch. But Jaemin doesn’t seem offended, no, because he’s a freak, his grin widens in utter delight and he catches Donghyuck’s wrists before he can try shoving him again.
He leans in, closing the space right back up between them, and whispering, “What was it? The kiss itself? Or doing it in front of so many people, hm?”
Donghyuck tries not to think about it, he really does, but the moment plays in front of his mind like a video on loop. The way they looked at each other at first, teasing, confident. The way Jaemin’s hold around his legs was warm, steadying. The way Jaemin’s lips grazed against his cheek and something stupid like butterflies burst in his chest. The way Jaemin chased after his lips, tilted his head just so—the way their mouths touched for one millisecond. The screams of the fans in his ears wasn’t enough to drown out the sound of his own heart.
Jaemin is looking at him with that same teasing smile and Donghyuck feels the same embarrassment wash over him the way it did on stage, hiding behind his hands before he turned it into a joke, fake gagging to mask how flustered he really felt. It’s like Jaemin can see right through him and he’s waiting for Donghyuck to fess up.
He closes his eyes instead, can’t look at him, can’t admit it, not yet. Jaemin’s grip around his wrists grows tighter and he gets even closer, his breath tickling the shell of Donghyuck’s ear when he speaks. “Or maybe one kiss wasn’t enough,” he says, soft, contemplative, like he’s slowly working it out, mulling each word around with his tongue. “Do you want more, Donghyuckie?”
Donghyuck opens his eyes again. Jaemin’s gaze is dark, unwavering. He wants to say no. He wants to say yes. Jaemin rubs his thumb over the delicate skin of his wrist, still holding his hands between them. When Donghyuck wets his lips with his tongue, still trying to figure out how to respond, Jaemin’s gaze flickers down to his mouth and stays there.
He doesn’t get the chance to say anything in the end, not when the familiar sound of Chenle’s laughter comes from around the corner, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps. Jaemin doesn’t budge when Donghyuck tries to wrestle away, and that’s how the other members find them, Donghyuck still pressed against the wall, Jaemin practically looming over him.
“Uhhh,” Mark says, eyes darting between them, an amused smile curling at his lips. “Are we interrupting something?”
“No,” Donghyuck says immediately, just as Jaemin says, “Yes.” Donghyuck whips around to face him again, glaring, but Jaemin’s got his perfectly pleasant smile back on his face. Donghyuck kind of wants to punch him.
Instead, he yanks his hands out of Jaemin’s stupidly strong grip. Mark laughs that way he does when things are awkward and he’s not sure what to do about it. “Okayyyy,” he drawls, like he doesn’t quite believe either of them. “Well. They’re waiting for us, so let’s go.”
Donghyuck shoulders past Jaemin and stomps toward the exit, feeling that familiar flush of humiliation against the back of his neck, his ears. The same way he felt on stage after they’d kissed. Could it even be called a kiss? Their lips barely touched. And yet.
Outside the cool winter air is welcoming against his heated skin. He takes a deep breath to fill his lungs, trying to calm the unease in his veins from Jaemin’s—everything. He’s grateful to shuffle first into the back of one of the vans, Jisung next to him, and breathes a heavy sigh of relief when Jaemin is relegated to the second car waiting for them.
“You okay, hyung?” Jisung asks, a cute furrow between his brows that makes Donghyuck reach up to ruffle his hair.
“You worried about me, Jisungie?” he coos and laughs when Jisung lightheartedly swats his hand away, pouting. “I’m just tired. Don’t worry.”
Jisung nods, but his gaze lingers for a moment, like maybe he’s thinking about how Donghyuck looked earlier, caught between the wall and Jaemin. He doesn’t say anything about it though, but he pats Donghyuck’s knee before he turns away, focusing his attention on his phone. In the middle seats, Renjun and Mark quietly chat about something as the car finally peels away from the curb and onto the street. Donghyuck rests his head against the window and lets the quiet sound of their voices relax him even further, finally free from Jaemin’s intense attention.
He should’ve known it wouldn’t be that easy.
When Jaemin sets his sights on something, he’s relentless. A short car ride isn’t enough to deter him from picking right back up where they left off, and that’s nearly what he does, falling into step beside Donghyuck as they head into the hotel. He’s wearing a black hoodie now, something he must’ve thrown on in the van, his hands shoved casually into the front pockets. He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t have to, his presence clear.
The other members continue chatting around them. Jeno says something to Jisung about playing a game after they shower. Renjun reminds them not to stay up too late. Mark and Chenle are peering at Chenle’s phone, searching up somewhere to go eat on the elevator up to their floor.
“Did you guys wanna come too?” Chenle asks, nudging Donghyuck lightly with his elbow as they stumble out into the hall. “This tonkatsu place looks good.”
Donghyuck barely opens his mouth before Jaemin winds an arm around his shoulders and answers for both of them, “No, thanks. We’re good.”
“Jaemin—” Donghyuck hisses, trying but failing to shrug him off. Jaemin just grins at him, already guiding Donghyuck past his own room to stop two doors over.
“See you guys later,” he says cheerfully, unlocking the door with a swipe of his keycard—when he pulled that out Donghyuck doesn’t even know—and Donghyuck gets one last look at everyone’s amused faces before Jaemin is pulling him into his room and slamming the door shut behind them.
“What the fuck?” Donghyuck says, flushing hot all over again. “You can’t just drag me in here like that. What if I wanted to go eat with Chenle and Mark-hyung?”
“Do you?” Jaemin says, cocking a brow. He slips his bag off his shoulder, lets it fall to the ground by their feet, then follows by unzipping his hoodie, tossing it atop of the nearest counter. Then he turns back to Donghyuck who immediately realizes his mistake—his back to the door, once again trapped by Jaemin like an unwitting prey.
“Jaemin,” he says quietly, not even sure what he’s pleading for, if he’s pleading for anything. He feels exposed, despite being bundled up in a puffy winter coat. Jaemin smiles at him, something less predatory and almost sweet, crowding close to Donghyuck like they were in the hallway back at the venue.
“What is it?” he says, sounding amused. “Do you want to go? Or do you want to stay?” He tilts his head, thoughtful, when Donghyuck’s tongue still feels too heavy in his mouth to formulate a response. He lets out a soft laugh. “You know, you never answered my questions earlier either,” he says, and he reaches up to gently hold Donghyuck’s jaw between his fingers.
Donghyuck twists his face away, but Jaemin draws him right back. He stares at him as witheringly as possible even as his heart rate picks up in his chest. “Why would I?” he bites out, remembering what Jaemin asked him. “They’re stupid questions. Let me go back to my room.”
“Do you really want to?” Jaemin asks, leaning even closer still. Donghyuck can feel his breath on his skin, as gentle as a whisper, just like the brush of his thumb over Donghyuck’s bottom lip. “Do you not want to kiss me again, Haechannie?”
Fuck. Donghyuck swallows. They’re so close now, even closer than they’d been earlier. It would be so easy. His gaze drops to Jaemin’s lips—pink, soft. He always keeps them well-moisturized. They’d probably feel nice. They had felt nice, back on stage, for that short second where they touched.
Oh god. He’s doing it again. He forces his gaze back up. Jaemin eyes him expectantly and Donghyuck’s patience is starting to wear a little thin.
“Are you being serious right now?” he scoffs, wondering if this is some elaborate joke. “Seems like you’re the one who wants to kiss me.” He pokes Jaemin in his stupid chest. “Was that one kiss not enough for you? If you wanted it that bad, you could’ve just asked.”
“Okay,” Jaemin says, perfectly amenable. “Can I kiss you?”
Donghyuck gapes at him, completely floored. He didn’t think Jaemin would give it up so easily. What the fuck? Is this really happening? He kind of wants to pinch himself, just to check he’s not dreaming. Or pinch Jaemin, but Jaemin is staring at him easily, waiting, patient. For once, there’s no teasing in his expression, no cocky smirk, no mischievous light behind his eyes. He stares at Donghyuck with raw honesty, and that, more than anything, has the last of Donghyuck’s reservations flying out the window.
“Yeah, um, okay,” he says after what feels like an eternity. He reaches out to curl his fingers into the soft, ribbed fabric of Jaemin’s tank top, tugs him closer.
“Are you sure?” Jaemin asks, and that teasing lilt is back in his voice, but Donghyuck isn’t bothered, not when Jaemin’s hands cup his face and their lips ghost together, as brief as it had been on stage hours earlier.
“Shut up,” Donghyuck mutters and finally gives in.
He kisses Jaemin. A real kiss. A firm, lingering press of their mouths together. Jaemin’s lips are as soft as he expected and feel frustratingly nice against his own. He sighs, mouth parting, and Jaemin kisses him again, slow and almost gentle. It’s sweet. It’s so unlike the Jaemin who cornered him earlier in the empty hallway and flashed that sharp, shark-like grin like he would happily sink his many teeth into Donghyuck’s neck if he let him.
Donghyuck kind of wants to let him.
He releases his hold on Jaemin’s shirt and winds his arms around Jaemin’s shoulders, but then groans because his jacket is too poofy, his bag too heavy where it hangs from his shoulder. Jaemin seems to realize the same thing because he breaks their kiss long enough to yank the strap of Donghyuck’s bag off over his head, tossing the whole thing to the floor, and then shoves Donghyuck’s jacket open and down his arms.
That falls to the floor too, and then Jaemin is right back where he left him, pushing Donghyuck straight up against the door with a dull noise and moaning into his mouth. This kiss is so much deeper, hotter, better. Donghyuck sinks his hands into Jaemin’s hair and kisses back with as much fervor as he receives. Jaemin’s hands grip his waist, his thigh pushes in between Donghyuck’s legs, and Donghyuck lets out a small whimper that makes Jaemin sink his teeth into his lower lip.
“Fuck,” he groans, because of course he was right about Jaemin. Someone can’t have that many teeth and not use them. He hates that he likes it, arousal already pooling in his gut, his dick starting to fill out against his sweats. He licks his lips, tastes a little blood on his tongue and tries to glare at Jaemin, but he probably just looks flushed instead of annoyed.
“Sorry,” Jaemin offers, but he doesn’t seem apologetic at all, his gaze stuck on Donghyuck’s mouth.
“Whatever,” he mutters. “Kiss me again.”
Jaemin hums, brushes his nose across Donghyuck’s cheek as he slowly makes his way back to his mouth. “Guess you did want to kiss me too, huh.”
“Guess so,” Donghyuck agrees, mostly to make Jaemin stop talking, which he thankfully does, catching Donghyuck’s mouth with his own. The slight sting from Jaemin’s bite only makes it weirdly better, that delicious mix of pleasure and pain that never fails to make Donghyuck hard and desperate. He pulls at Jaemin’s hair for something to do and swallows up his low groan, gasping at the way Jaemin grinds forward and Donghyuck can feel the line of his cock pressing up against his hip.
Holy shit, they’re about to fuck, aren’t they? That’s totally where this is headed. Donghyuck can barely wrap his head around it, let alone the fact that Jaemin is pressing him into the door of his room and practically trying to devour his soul through his mouth. His mind grows dizzy, his breaths labored, his skin burning hot as Jaemin slips his fingers beneath the hem of his shirt and flattens his palms over his waist.
“Jaemin—fuck—” he gasps again, not sure what he wants, but knowing he wants something, anything, more, more, more.
And Jaemin listens, as if he can read Donghyuck’s mind. His hands slide down from Donghyuck’s waist to his ass and he’s being hoisted up into Jaemin’s stupidly strong arms. Donghyuck lets out a surprised squeak, quickly wrapping his arms around Jaemin’s shoulders, his legs around his waist. Jaemin laughs and murmurs, “Cute,” under his breath, but Donghyuck hears it loud and clear and buries his face into Jaemin’s neck, which probably doesn’t help his case.
Jaemin walks them further into the room like Donghyuck weighs nothing at all. It’s not the first time Jaemin has held him like this, but it’s different, now, than when he’s done it on stage or in practice rooms. He drops Donghyuck easily on the bed and props himself up over him, hands planted on either side of Donghyuck’s head, a wide, satisfied grin on his face. The gold Chrome Hearts necklace he never seems to take off these days dangles in the air between them.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re strong. It’s hot. And annoying,” Donghyuck grumbles, yanking Jaemin’s glasses off his face and reaching over to set them onto the nightstand. He settles back with a little huff. “Don’t look so pleased about it.”
“Donghyuckie,” Jaemin drawls, kneeling onto the bed, looming over Donghyuck like the predator he is. “You’re so cute.”
Heat floods Donghyuck’s face, not expecting that at all. He groans and tries to hide his face, but Jaemin stops him, pinning his hands into the sheets.
“So cute,” Jaemin continues, “how you get so shy like this.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Donghyuck hisses, his cheeks burning. He hates that he likes this too, the undivided attention, the praise. He’s fully hard now and he wants to pull Jaemin down against him, but he can’t move his hands, and well, he likes that, too, how he’s exactly where Jaemin wants him. Instead, he draws back his leg and aims a light kick to Jaemin’s thigh, just for something to do.
Jaemin only seems to like this, though. “Shy but still such a brat,” he says with a laugh. “I like that.”
“You’re lying,” Donghyuck says, disbelieving, but Jaemin laughs again, shaking his head.
“I’m not, baby,” he says, his voice velvet smooth. He releases one of Donghyuck’s wrists, sliding his hand down the length of his arm until he can hold Donghyuck’s face between his fingers again. Donghyuck leaves his hand where it is, beside his head in the sheets, and Jaemin seems to approve of this, smirking slightly as he caresses Donghyuck’s cheekbone with his thumb. “You’re adorable when you’re all embarrassed, but it’s even more fun when you put up a little fight.”
And he leans forward to kiss him again, as if to prove it.
Donghyuck doesn’t think he’s putting up much of a fight right now, moaning as Jaemin slips his tongue past his lips, lifting a leg to wrap back around his hip. Jaemin doesn’t seem to mind, though, kissing him with much more intensity than before, the hand along Donghyuck’s jaw holding him steady as Jaemin tilts his head slightly to kiss him even deeper.
When Jaemin pulls away all too suddenly, it leaves Donghyuck gasping, his lips slick, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. Jaemin stares down at him with those dark, dark eyes and wicked smile, dropping his hands to the hem of Donghyuck’s shirt and slowly pushing it up his torso. Donghyuck’s first instinct is to slap his hands away, to cover himself up, but the way Jaemin drinks in the sight of him like he’s something to be revered has Donghyuck staying still, flushing hot in the face.
His shirt comes entirely off and he flops back down against the sheets as Jaemin tosses the garment aside. He leans back in, nosing along the underside of Donghyuck’s jaw, down to his clavicle, where he lets his teeth graze over the bone. Donghyuck reaches up to tug at his hair and Jaemin laughs, runs his tongue over the skin. He keeps going like that—slow, almost methodical, kissing across Donghyuck’s chest, biting around a nipple just to hear Donghyuck curse. His grin grows sharper every time.
“You’re so annoying,” Donghyuck mutters, trying to squirm away, kick him back, something, but Jaemin gets his hands on his hips and holds him down, stretches up to breathe into his face.
“I think you like it,” he says, kissing him again, and Donghyuck is grateful so he doesn’t have to answer. It would be too incriminating.
Jaemin pushes down Donghyuck’s sweatpants and underwear in one go and a shiver runs through Donghyuck’s body at the sudden exposure, despite the heavy heat of his cock against his thigh and Jaemin’s burning gaze as it explores the sight. The bed creaks as Jaemin steps off, long enough to yank Donghyuck’s clothes to his ankles, only to stop yet again to pull off his shoes, tossing each sneaker over his shoulder and letting it crash into god knows what. Donghyuck doesn’t even care if they break anything at this point. He’ll make sure Jaemin pays for it.
“Look at you,” Jaemin says when he’s finished, crouched down between Donghyuck’s knees, still on the floor. His hands slide up Donghyuck’s thighs and squeeze at the thickest point. Donghyuck groans, his cock jumping against his stomach. Jaemin definitely notices because he does it again. He slides his hands up, then back down, then slowly upwards again, following along with his mouth. “You’re so pretty everywhere, aren’t you, Donghyuckie? Especially here.”
He sinks his teeth into Donghyuck’s thigh. Donghyuck’s hands fly back out to grasp at Jaemin’s hair. He’s not surprised. Jaemin always paid extra attention to Donghyuck’s thighs, but this is so much different than a hand grabbing his leg for a short moment during a livestream or video filming. Jaemin touches him like he’s trying to leave his mark. It only makes Donghyuck even more aroused, even more desperate, wanting everything Jaemin can give him.
“Are you gonna undress anytime soon or no?” he gripes, tugging on Jaemin’s hair again to get his attention. He’s gonna have so many bruises on the insides of his thighs and feels deliriously excited about it, wonders what it will be like to see them whenever he gets ready for the morning, how they’ll feel when he touches them.
Jaemin lifts his head up and grins at him. “You wanna see me naked, baby?”
Donghyuck groans and drops his hands from Jaemin’s hair. “Not anymore,” he says, but Jaemin only laughs.
He slinks up the bed to kiss Donghyuck’s pouting lips, then steps all the way off the bed again. Donghyuck already craves his touch, the heat of his body on top of him. But then Jaemin reaches back to the collar of his tank at the nape of his neck and tugs the whole thing off over his head in one smooth, fluid motion.
He tosses the shirt aside, shaking his hair out of his face. His smile is lazy, cocky, as Donghyuck stares up at him, speechless. It’s really not anything he hasn’t seen before, but again, it’s different.
In the low light of the room, the fact that they’re alone, that this isn’t the practice room with the rest of their members around and Jaemin takes off his shirt with Jeno to compare muscles in the mirrors or let Chenle feel them up with an amused laugh.
Jaemin’s attention is only on him. He maintains infuriating eye contact even as he kicks off his own shoes, then slowly tugs his track pants down, followed by red boxer briefs. It almost makes Donghyuck laugh if not for the fact that he looks stupid hot in them. They don’t stay on very long anyway, revealing his hard, thick cock that slaps lightly at his toned stomach as he takes them off, kicking those to the side as well.
Donghyuck swallows. Jaemin is hot. He’s always known that, but standing before him like this, Jaemin looks like some kind of deity come to life. His broad shoulders, thick arms cut from marble. The gold pendant of his necklace sits perfectly between the delicious swell of his pecs. His hips and legs are slim, but there’s corded muscle there too when he slowly climbs back onto the bed between Donghyuck’s legs, his cock flushed at the tip, already beading precome.
Donghyuck kind of wants him in his mouth. He also wants Jaemin to fuck him, like, so badly. He grabs his shoulders, lets himself feel the firmness of his muscles for a moment before he lightly smacks him in the tit. “God,” he groans, annoyed and turned on, which only makes him even more annoyed. “Why do you look like this?”
“What?” Jaemin drawls, smirking. “You don’t like it?”
“You know that’s not it,” Donghyuck huffs, which only makes Jaemin laugh, delighted. He crowds in close and lets his whole body flatten Donghyuck to the bed, their cocks brushing together, legs tangling up. Donghyuck makes a show of it—groaning like he’s being crushed—and Jaemin lets it go on for a bit longer than he would normally, clearly amused, but then he grips Donghyuck’s jaw and brings their mouths together in another hot, hard kiss.
It feels insanely good. The solid heat of Jaemin’s body pressed against his, the slick, incessant flick of his tongue, the way their breaths mingle in the space between them, making everything hotter, like a humid summer day. He winds his arms around Jaemin’s back, amazed by the breadth of his shoulders and how his muscles flex beneath his fingers. When he hooks a leg around Jaemin’s hip and deliberately rocks up, his cock bumping against Jaemin’s abs, it takes all of his willpower not to come right then and there.
“Fuck,” he moans, breaking away to catch his breath in Jaemin’s shoulder. When he looks back up at Jaemin, he’s staring at him with barely concealed lust, and Donghyuck blurts out, “Are—Are we really doing this?” which seems like a silly thing to ask now, when they’re already fucking naked, but—he needs to know.
Jaemin leans back further, until he’s kneeling between Donghyuck’s legs, and Donghyuck has to swallow down the whine that threatens to tumble from his lips at the sudden distance, skin tingling with goosebumps. The little smirk that plays at Jaemin’s lips says he can tell anyway.
“We can stop right now if you want to,” he says, slowly running his fingers down the center of Donghyuck’s chest. “But I don’t think you do.”
Donghyuck swallows. “I just—” he starts, but then stops, not entirely sure what he even means to say. He never expected this to happen, if he’s honest, even though it’s not, like, a total surprise. There’s always been some unspoken tension between them, that push-and-pull that the fans find fun and entertaining that they love to play up. They’re both affectionate. They like to tease and flirt. They know each other’s limits. Donghyuck loves when he can get under Jaemin’s skin and Jaemin loves being able to make him unable to meet his eyes with just one glance.
None of that has ever led anywhere though—not until today. Not the way it has with some of the other members, because they all fuck around sometimes. Donghyuck sucked Renjun off, like, two days ago. A week ago, he fucked Jeno after practice. Jaemin hooks up with Mark on the regular. It’s normal, for all of them. For Jaemin and Donghyuck, however, despite all the years between them, all the play fighting and banter and attraction, there’s been nothing. There have been moments, of course, many times where Donghyuck thought maybe this was it, but something got in the way or the opportunity vanished before either of them took the next step.
Tonight—something finally shifted, lingered, stuck them together. Jaemin wants it, clearly. Donghyuck would be an idiot to pass it up, when he wants it too.
“You’re right,” he says, reaching up to pull Jaemin back down. “I want it. I want you.”
The delighted, smug smirk on Jaemin’s face is instantaneous. Donghyuck reaches up to slap a hand over his stupid mouth. “Shut up,” he hisses.
Like the freak he is, Jaemin sticks his tongue out to lick Donghyuck’s palm. Donghyuck wrenches his hand away with disgust and Jaemin’s big, glowing smile beams down upon him, annoying and attractive. “I didn’t even say anything,” he says.
“You didn’t have to,” Donghyuck mutters, wiping his palm on Jaemin’s sturdy shoulder. He doesn’t even flinch. Freak. Donghyuck sighs, giving up. “Just—fuck—Tell me you have lube or something and go fucking get it already.”
Jaemin quirks a brow at him. “You think I’d bring you in here and get you all naked in my bed if I wasn’t prepared?” He shakes his head and lets out a heavy, dramatic sigh as he slides off the bed. “It’s like you don’t even know me at all, Haechannie.”
Donghyuck rolls his eyes. “I’m starting to regret this now,” he says, watching the way the muscles in Jaemin’s back stretch as he digs around his suitcase. “Is it too late for me to leave?”
“Yes,” Jaemin says immediately. He returns to the bed and drops the condom and lube onto the mattress next to Donghyuck, climbing up back between his legs. “You’re stuck here now,” he says, hands sliding up Donghyuck’s thighs, squeezing his hips and pressing him into the sheets. “Not letting you go until I’ve fucked you so hard you can’t walk.”
A laugh bubbles out of Donghyuck’s throat. He grabs a fistful of Jaemin’s hair and pulls him back for another kiss. “Big promises,” he murmurs against his lips. “Let’s see if you can keep them.”
He kisses Jaemin again before he can reply with something corny like I’m a man of my word, because that’s exactly the sort of thing Jaemin would say to make Donghyuck groan. He much prefers this, feeling his mouth against him and sliding his hands across all that lean muscle.
Jaemin settles right back over him like he never even left, and they make out messily with too much tongue and too much teeth for what feels like an hour at least, before Donghyuck’s arousal becomes too impossible to ignore. He wants more than this—even though this is like, really fucking good—and he’s tired of Jaemin using his stupid muscles to flatten him into the sheets—even though that, too, is really fucking hot.
He pushes Jaemin back with a palm to his shoulder and mutters, “Roll over,” until Jaemin finally takes the hint, that infuriating smirk back on his face as he flops down into the sheets and rests with his head pillowed in his hands, which only shows off the bulging curves of his biceps.
“You wanna ride me, baby?” he says, sleazy, watching with hungry eyes as Donghyuck settles into his lap.
“Do you ever shut up?” Donghyuck grumbles as he grabs the lube and squeezes it out onto his fingers.
“Nope,” Jaemin answers, lips popping at the end of the word. “You’re welcome to make me shut up though.”
“I’m busy,” Donghyuck says as he works a finger past his rim, slowly stretching himself open. “Just lay there and be quiet.”
Jaemin hums like he’s considering it. For a moment, he really doesn’t say anything, instead letting his hands roam across Donghyuck’s thighs and drinking up the sight in front of him. Then, because he obviously loves riling Donghyuck up, he says, “How can I stay quiet when you look so pretty like this?”
“Jaemin—”
“Look at you,” he continues, fingers digging into the fleshiest parts of his thighs. “You’re fucking yourself open for me. Didn’t even need to ask. You want it that bad, baby? Want me to fuck you?”
Donghyuck clamps his mouth shut and glares at him. Jaemin, of course, is not even remotely deterred.
“How many fingers do you have inside? One? Add another for me,” he says, voice low, commanding.
Donghyuck almost wants to be contrary, but he’s too worked up for that now, too desperate to finally get Jaemin’s cock inside of him. He adds a second finger and sighs at the stretch, lashes fluttering as his eyes fall shut, one hand grasping at Jaemin’s shoulder to keep himself steady.
“Keep your eyes open for me, Haechannie,” Jaemin purrs, and gives Donghyuck’s hip a little pinch when he doesn’t comply. Donghyuck glares at him. Jaemin grins back. “Want you to look at me while you get yourself all ready for me.”
“You’re so fucking annoying,” Donghyuck grits out, but he doesn’t close his eyes again. He takes in Jaemin’s stupidly handsome face, the sweat clinging to his temples, lips swollen from all the kissing. Even like this, with Donghyuck staring down at him, he’s broad and firm. Donghyuck traces the length of a visible vein that runs from his shoulder down his arm before he realizes what he’s doing and jerks his gaze back up to Jaemin’s smug face.
“Add another finger, baby,” he prompts and Donghyuck listens only because he was gonna do it anyway, a soft groan slipping from his mouth at the stretch. His thighs tremble when he curls his fingers in deeper, pressing up against that spot inside that has pleasure rushing through his body. Precome drips from his cock onto Jaemin’s abs and Jaemin’s grin takes over his whole face.
“Does it feel good?” he asks, one hand sliding up from Donghyuck’s thigh to grip his ass in his palm, spreading him open. Donghyuck’s fingers sink in deeper and he tilts his head back, hips rocking forward to feel it even better. “Oh, you look so beautiful like this, coming apart for me. Bet you’d come just from this, huh?”
“Yeah,” Donghyuck breathes, his tongue feeling too big for his mouth. “I could. But where’s the fun in that?”
“I don’t know,” Jaemin drawls. “I wouldn’t mind watching.”
“If you don’t fuck me,” Donghyuck hisses. “Then I’ll fucking find someone who will.”
Jaemin’s gaze grows sharp, eyes narrowing. He tugs Donghyuck’s hand free from between his legs, ignoring Donghyuck’s breathless gasp in favor of sitting up, crowding right into Donghyuck’s space. He licks a stripe up Donghyuck’s neck as he replaces Donghyuck’s fingers with his own, three at once, pushing in deep, stretching Donghyuck open even wider, his fingers thicker. “Well,” he says, a deep, rumble, “we can’t have that, can we?”
“Fuck—Jaemin—”
Jaemin kisses him, hard, bruising, tongue in his mouth from the get go. Donghyuck’s lungs burn, his head spins, and he fucks himself down onto Jaemin’s fingers like he might die if he doesn’t. He should’ve known Jaemin wouldn’t ignore the taunting. Possessive freak. Unfortunately, Donghyuck is kind of into it, and Jaemin clearly knows what’s doing, stretching Donghyuck open easily, crooking his fingers just right to have him trembling in his arms.
He comes without any warning, spilling hard and fast between their bodies. Jaemin keeps working him through it, swallowing up all of Donghyuck’s whimpering moans. He might be embarrassed by this later, how easy it was for him to fall apart—without even being touched, what the fuck?!— but he can’t find it in himself to care about it now. Not when he can feel the firm line of Jaemin’s cock against his thigh, not when Jaemin continues to kiss him like he’s trying to eat him and Donghyuck can only let him.
“Fuck, baby,” Jaemin murmurs. “You’re so good. You’re gonna let me fuck you now, aren’t you?”
“Fucking finally,” Donghyuck says, but his retort is weak, his limbs heavy and sated, his mind fuzzy. Jaemin laughs against his lips and slowly pulls his fingers free, smirking at Donghyuck’s responding groan.
“Thought letting you come once would make you less mouthy,” Jaemin says, wiping his fingers on Donghyuck’s thigh and getting smacked in the shoulder for it.
“Thought you said you liked me bratty,” Donghyuck reminds him. “If you wanted a good boy, you should’ve gone to Jeno.”
Jaemin hums, sliding his hands up along Donghyuck’s sides, thumbs brushing over his nipples. Donghyuck shudders beneath his touch, his cock already starting to stir back to life, wet and sticky between their bodies. Then, before Donghyuck can even think to reach down and touch himself, Jaemin is swiftly slipping out from under him, letting Donghyuck fall face-first into the damp sheets.
“Hey,” he yells, but Jaemin is already on his knees behind him, one hand traveling up his spine until he can press the width of his palm against Donghyuck’s sweaty nape. Donghyuck goes still, propped up on his elbows and knees, breath stuck in his throat as Jaemin leans over him, cock rubbing over the curve of his ass, lips wet against the shell of his ear.
“Looks like you can be good for me too, baby,” Jaemin says, a low, sultry whisper. Donghyuck swallows and ignores how his stupid voice and his stupid words make his cock even harder. He curls his fingers into the sheets and says nothing. He feels Jaemin’s lips stretch into a smile against his ear. “Stay just like this, okay? And I’ll give you what you want.”
Donghyuck doesn’t move. Jaemin waits a few long seconds, but when it’s clear that he’s listening, he moves away. Donghyuck can practically feel the smug satisfaction rolling off him in waves. “I hate you,” he mutters, without any real heat, because all of it is in his face, red hot from succumbing to Jaemin yet again.
“Sure you do,” Jaemin laughs. Donghyuck refuses to look back at him, so he hears rather than sees the sound of the condom packet tearing open, the low hiss of Jaemin’s voice as he slips it on. His heart is loud in his ears, anticipation coursing through his veins as rapidly as arousal.
“Ready?” Jaemin asks after what feels like an eternity. The bed creaks beneath their weight as Jaemin shuffles closer, his cock brushing up against Donghyuck’s ass. He jerks away in surprise, but is quick to relax, rocking his hips back and stretching his arms out in front of him, arching his back. Jaemin grabs his waist and squeezes hard with one hand.
“Yeah,” Donghyuck sighs, finally turning his head to meet Jaemin’s gaze over his shoulder. His breath catches in his throat at the sight of him—Jaemin, who is usually so composed, so put-together, all messy-haired and sweaty-skinned, flushed pink down to his chest like he just spent three hours on stage. Donghyuck did that to him, and if that isn’t a bit of a delightful power trip. He grins at Jaemin, cheeky, coy, and says, “Fuck me, baby.”
Jaemin doesn’t hesitate. He grips Donghyuck’s waist in one hand and with the other guides the tip of his cock over his hole, once, twice, before he finally pushes in. Donghyuck lets out a low moan into the sheets at the immediate stretch, the heat that pierces through them like an arrow, pinning in him place.
Jaemin is almost eerily silent behind him. Donghyuck can barely make out the sound of his breathing beneath the hammering of his own heart, but the way he clutches at Donghyuck’s hips, spreads his ass to watch his cock sink inside is enough to know he’s affected. Still, it’s nice to hear it—the sharp, sudden hiss from between his teeth when Donghyuck wriggles his hips back and squeezes his muscles around his cock.
“Don’t move,” Jaemin warns him, low, dangerous, his hands tightening in their hold around Donghyuck’s body.
“What? You gonna come already?” Donghyuck teases, looking back over his shoulder. “After all that talk, you’re gonna bust as soon as you get in me?”
Donghyuck watches the way Jaemin’s jaw clenches like he’s grinding his teeth. His brows furrow, eyes narrowing in a threatening glare. Donghyuck opens his mouth to tease him further, see how far he can push it, but Jaemin slides a hand up his back and fists his fingers into his hair, tugging sharply as he slides his cock out halfway and then slams back in.
A surprised squeal escapes from Donghyuck’s throat, fingers scrambling across the bed sheets. Jaemin snaps his hips forward again, then leans over Donghyuck’s back. Donghyuck can feel the cool metal of his necklace against his skin. The hand in his hair grips tight enough to angle Donghyuck’s head back, stretching his neck, the delicious twinge of pain melding into pleasure that has Donghyuck’s cock leaking against his stomach.
“What was that, baby?” Jaemin breathes into his ear in that enticing growl. “You have something to say?”
Donghyuck shakes his head as much as he can with Jaemin’s fingers still tangled in his hair. Jaemin lets out a low laugh and fucks him a little harder, faster. A deep hum vibrates through his chest.
“That’s what I thought,” he murmurs, biting at Donghyuck’s earlobe and pulling a surprised whimper from Donghyuck’s lips. He follows with a kiss that’s almost too gentle, pressed to that soft spot just beneath his ear. Donghyuck’s skin breaks out in goosebumps despite the heat that’s consumed him, scorching hot like lava, and he shudders beneath Jaemin, acutely aware of every place where their bodies touch.
Jaemin releases his grip in Donghyuck’s hair and Donghyuck nearly faceplants back into the sheets without the strong hold keeping him up. He groans, pushing himself onto his elbows, but he doesn’t get much further as Jaemin’s palm presses flat between his shoulder blades. “That’s it,” he drawls. “Now be good and take what I give you, okay?”
Donghyuck wants to snap back at him, but whatever retort was forming on the tip of his tongue turns into a low, drawn out moan the second Jaemin fucks into him again. Each thrust is sharp and intense, hitting Donghyuck in the perfect spot to have his toes curling and his mouth hanging open, unable to hide the stream of noises that Jaemin fucks out of him.
He seems to enjoy it though, murmuring praises about how pretty Donghyuck sounds, how good he’s taking his cock, and that’s really all Donghyuck can do, just as Jaemin said. He lies there and takes whatever he gives him.
“Good—so good—” he whimpers into the sheets, not sure how much longer he can hold out. It’s not surprising Jaemin has far better stamina, but Donghyuck starts to pick up on his harsh breathing, the occasional stutter in his steady rhythm. He’s close too, and Donghyuck kind of wants him to fall apart first this time, wishes he could see Jaemin’s face when he comes. He can’t do much like this except twist to look over his shoulder, but it’s enough. Jaemin stares right back at him, eyes like deep wells of black ink, long lashes fluttering against flushed, rosy cheeks when Donghyuck squeezes around him, coaxes him toward completion.
“Jaemin-ah,” he breathes, “you gonna come for me?”
Jaemin snaps his eyes back open. Leans forward to grab at Donghyuck’s jaw with his hand, pressing their mouths together in desperation. Donghyuck gasps against him, shoves a hand beneath his stomach to fist his cock, hips jerking forward into the delightful pressure.
“Fuck, Donghyuck,” Jaemin hisses into his lips. “So tight—So hot—”
If he had more to say, Donghyuck doesn’t hear it, cutting him off with another harsh kiss as arousal coalesces in his veins, surging through him like an electric current. No matter how much he tries to hold it back, he can’t, and another hard thrust of Jaemin’s cock has him spurting once again, spilling all over his fingers, dripping onto the bed. If not for Jaemin’s arm around his waist, he would have collapsed straight to the bed, his thighs shaking, knees threatening to give out. He moans into Jaemin’s mouth, whiny, needy, and his lashes almost feel wet from the intensity of his orgasm, blinking heavily through the haze.
He watches as Jaemin’s brows furrow, his jaw grows tight, veins in his neck on display as all composure unravels. He thrusts into Donghyuck once, twice, grinding deep into his ass before he pulls out, stripping the condom off and fisting his cock with his large hand. Donghyuck lies below him, twisted at the waist to watch, but Jaemin presses one hand to his hip to stop him from moving and comes right over his thighs with a groan that sounds like thunder.
Donghyuck lets out a shocked laugh, and drops his head back against the bed. Heat floods his face just as he can feel Jaemin’s hot release drip down his legs. “Fuck,” he says, tossing an arm over his eyes. “You’re obsessed.”
Jaemin hums. He rubs his come into Donghyuck’s skin. Sick freak. Except Donghyuck kind of wonders how it would have felt if he let Jaemin come inside him, so maybe he’s a freak too. “I won’t deny it,” Jaemin says, his voice edging on a self-deprecating sort of laugh. “Besides, I think you kind of like it.”
“You don’t know me,” Donghyuck sniffs, but when Jaemin rolls him onto his back and pulls his arm away from his face, Donghyuck can’t quite meet his eyes. A dead giveaway. He can practically feel Jaemin’s smug smile.
“After all this, I think I know you pretty well,” he says in a soft, almost tender voice. He cups Donghyuck’s face with a hand, gently turns him until Donghyuck has no choice but to meet his gaze.
“Then you should know I want you to carry me to the shower,” Donghyuck says, petulant, but Jaemin seems to find this amusing, because he laughs and plants a smacking kiss to Donghyuck’s mouth.
He doesn’t actually expect Jaemin to do it, but he does, rolling off the bed with surprising energy and scooping Donghyuck up into his arms. Like before, Donghyuck lets out a little squeak that immediately has him hiding his face in Jaemin’s neck. Jaemin laughs again, that throaty, gremlin laugh of his that shouldn’t be quite as attractive as it is, and carries him straight to the bathroom. He perches Donghyuck on the counter by the sink, then turns on the shower, checking the water temperature with his fingers before deeming it appropriate.
“Need me to carry you in there too?” he offers, raising a brow, and Donghyuck has half a mind to say yes, just to see if he really will.
Instead he smacks Jaemin in the chest with the back of his hand and says, “Now you’re just trying to show off.” He hops off the counter and steps into the shower, doesn’t complain when Jaemin joins him, crowding up against his back with arms around his waist and chin digging into his shoulder.
“All for you, baby,” Jaemin croons in that voice he uses to talk to his cats.
“Be quiet or I’m gonna pour shampoo in your eyes,” Donghyuck says, turning around to glare at him, even though the effect is probably ruined with the water cascading over them.
Jaemin pushes Donghyuck’s wet hair out of his face. “Make me,” he says with a wide grin, and Donghyuck lets his laugh echo loudly off the tile as he curls his fingers into the chain of Jaemin’s necklace and pulls him close to do just that.
They don’t fuck again in the shower—though it is a close call. Donghyuck emerges some twenty, thirty minutes later feeling much more clean, lips swollen from kissing, water dripping from his hair to his collarbones. He rummages through Jaemin’s suitcase and pulls on the first pair of underwear he finds. He should pick up his clothes, get dressed. Go back to his room across the hall, and yet he hesitates, unsure.
He looks up, watching as Jaemin pulls back the covers on the bed and slides right under them, completely naked. He settles on his side, propped up on an elbow, head in his hand. He smiles easily at Donghyuck, like he understands his dilemma.
“What time’s your flight tomorrow?” he asks.
Right. Because Donghyuck’s heading back to Seoul alone, while Mark leaves for Thailand and the rest of Dream are sticking around Japan. He mentally pulls up his schedule and says, “Early.”
Jaemin snorts, turns to grab his phone from the nightstand and taps at the screen a few times. “Hmm, okay,” he says. “I’ll make sure you’re awake.” He looks back at Donghyuck, brow raised. “Unless you want to go back to your room.”
It’s not so much a question as it is an acknowledgement, an offer. Donghyuck can leave, no hard feelings, or Donghyuck can stay and Jaemin will wake him up in the morning. Almost like Jaemin wants him to stay, watching from the bed with tender, searching eyes.
Donghyuck doesn’t even have to think about it. He joins Jaemin under the covers, sliding in close, sticking his cold feet between Jaemin’s calves and snickering when he curses under his breath. Still, Jaemin doesn’t push him away, not even as he leans over Donghyuck’s head to turn out the lights, or as he slides back down beneath the covers, cuddling in even closer. Still, Jaemin pinches Donghyuck’s chin between his fingers and lifts his face up to kiss him, chaste and sweet. Donghyuck goes all soft under his touch, warmth bleeding through his veins where Jaemin’s fingers press into his skin.
To think he tried to run away from this a few hours ago, hiding from what he knew he always wanted. To think he might have never gotten any of this, if Jaemin hadn’t sought him out. Whether it’s something that will even happen again is for future Donghyuck to worry about. For now, he indulges in the heat of Jaemin’s body against his and laughs at the way Jaemin lets out a little burst of giggles when Donghyuck slides a hand around his ticklish waist.
“Go to sleep, Haechannie,” Jaemin says, grabbing Donghyuck’s hand and shoving it back. Donghyuck doesn’t let go though. He laces their fingers together and squeezes Jaemin’s hand, holding it between their chests until Jaemin lets out a small defeated sigh that has Donghyuck grinning at him in the dark.
“Night, Jaeminnie,” he coos, snuggling closer and closing his eyes, letting the gentle sound of Jaemin’s breathing and the tender caress of Jaemin’s thumb across the back of his hand lull him into a deep, peaceful sleep.