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Renjun had known this would be terrible.
He had known, yet, he had agreed to come.
So, he had no one to blame but himself.
Okay, no, he was very much fumingly angry with Kunhang for talking him into this and now disappearing with his annoyingly cute boyfriend to god knew where.
Traitor!
Renjun needed new friends.
Too bad he was really terrible at making them because he had this naturally bitchy personality mixed with being rather shy and introverted but no one thought he was because he tended to give people an attitude at the second sentence they exchanged. It was a rather unfortunate combination but Renjun had come to terms with it.
Unlike with this club.
This sucked so much!
The music was deafening and Renjun should have brought earplugs to save his eardrums, but people were mindlessly wiggling to it on the dancefloor.
This wasn’t even dancing. Renjun wasn’t going to use the word to describe… this. It’d dishonour the art and Renjun hadn't taken ballet lessons to perfect the control of his body from head to toe, allowing him to express music using just his body, to be a disrespectful heathen now.
The impending hearing loss and personal offence taken from people on the ‘dance floor’ wasn’t the only issue.
It was also warm with too many bodies in this damn club and these flashy lights were making him dizzy and he should have dressed differently but he was here, in his Man of Steel merch and with his glasses, standing in the corner and waiting for Kunhang to show up.
Was he dumb?
Why was he waiting for that traitor?
He should leave and Kunhang could see how to get his drunk ass home, or maybe his annoyingly cute boyfriend could.
Yeah! He didn’t owe him anything.
“Hi!”
Renjun slowly turned his head, quite sure no one was talking to him.
Just seconds ago, he had, yet again, re-confirmed he looked like the biggest, geekiest loser to ever stumble into this room. Definitely not the type of guy anyone, who was the type for hook-ups, would pick out to try to hook up with.
Right?
“You immediately caught my eye, what’s your name?”
Renjun stared at the guy who had clearly not mistaken him for someone else but was smiling at him.
What?
He looked n times cooler than Renjun himself, n being a stochastical number above the value of 1 million. His hair was dyed hot pink and he had the typical flower-boy visuals but they were broken up by two rings in his lower lip.
“Uh…” he looked around, in case there was someone standing right next to him that this person was actually talking to.
“I mean you,” the other laughed.
“Me?” Renjun pointed at himself to really make sure.
There had been many, many (x100) embarrassing situations in his life before. At least 60% of them could have been avoided by just better communication.
Renjun prided himself in being willing and able to learn, so, he’d risk seeming like he was dense if he could avoid an encounter that’d let him lie awake in his bed and wish for earth to swallow him whole for weeks.
“Yes, of course! You’re the only person noteworthy in this club!”
Renjun felt just a little faint.
This did not agree with his natural shyness nor his introverted tendencies. Where was his dorky friend when he needed him?
Oh.
Right.
Gone.
Traitor.
In any case, this man must have a mirror and know that he was lying right into Renjun’s face here.
Then again, he might not count himself, ah, yeah, that made sense.
Which still left people looking like actual snacks literally everywhere, to go and pick up, rather than HIM.
“Do you need your eyes checked? I’m Renjun.”
“Renjun?” the guy stumbled over the Chinese pronunciation and made a cute face as if to apologise. Why was he talking to him again?
An answer was yet to be found.
“Injun’s my Korean name,” Renjun should have said that first, god, why was he like this?
The guy must think he was so lame.
Well.
The Superman hoodie should have given that away and here they were.
“Injun? Aw, that’s so cute, it fits you perfectly, a cute name for a really cute guy,”
Renjun nearly toppled over backwards when the guy stepped into his personal space and tapped his nose, beaming this blinding smile that’d probably worsen Renjun’s short-sightedness.
Or add a fun cardiological condition because it sure felt like this type of heart-racing wasn’t normal.
Heaven above! Where was Kunhang to ruin the evening when one needed him?
“I’m Jaemin. It’s my biggest pleasure to meet you, you already sweetened my evening!”
“I did literally nothing?” Renjun found himself raising an eyebrow because that was how he dealt with his shyness, rather than turn into a blushing and gushing cutie that’d have boys and older girls, to coo over him and take him on sweet dates, lined up.
As it stood, there had never even been one person interested, save for that time in first semester when Renjun had dated that girl until she said he was too cynical and pessimistic.
Ah. Yes. Good times. He was able to spontaneously break into tears when he thought about that break-up. A great personal talent and surely a hit at every party.
If he were invited to any.
Or would go if he was.
He digressed.
“But you’re here, blessing my eyes with your appearance and my ears with your voice,” Jaemin had leaned closer and was now speaking into Renjun’s ear. He could feel his breath against it. It must already be red because it was burning and Renjun actually stumbled backwards now.
Great.
Jaemin caught him and pulled him back upright with a smug smile.
Renjun freed his arm quickly.
“You do realise there’s such a thing as personal space?” He heard himself snarl rather rudely.
Wow, he couldn’t wait until Jaemin would go running. He was doing SO GREAT here.
Then again, did he want to do great?
Where would ‘great’ lead him?
Was Jaemin actually planning to hook up with him?
Renjun eyed him once more.
The idea made him feel a bit funny. Because Jaemin was, objectively speaking, attractive.
Well. Surely, that wasn’t his intention. Or he would have picked one of the guys in see-though, skin-tight clothes and with make-up on fleek – like Jaemin himself was presenting himself - and not this fashion disaster that Renjun was.
“My bad, I get excited with people as beautiful as you. I didn’t mean to overstep. May I buy you a drink?”
Renjun stared at him because this had to be a joke.
“Did Kunhang send you?” He narrowed his eyes.
He knew people didn’t take well to his natural hostility and snappy way but he couldn’t help it.
He didn’t appreciate being made fun of by his dumb best friend.
“Kunhang? No. Don’t think I know him. Is he your boyfriend?”
Renjun accidentally gagged.
Jaemin cackled, “Good for me, this would have been truly heartbreaking. Is there any other boy or girlfriends to cockblock me? Any other significant others?”
Okaaaay, this was definitely already going a direction that Renjun had NOT expected. They were already talking about cocks here and that was just a whole lot faster than what Renjun was used to or usually appreciated.
“No?” Why was he even answering?
What was happening??
“Lovely. Bar’s this way,” Jaemin took his hand and Renjun found himself dragged along.
WHAT WAS HAPPENING???
Was he actually going to hook up with this flower-boy gone punk?
Well, apparently, obviously, logically, not right away.
“It’s simple. Rum, coconut milk, ananas juice, and a lot more that I can never remember. And, voila, you have a Piña Colada. They’re the best. I can’t believe you’ve never had a cocktail. Worry not, I’ll be your guide,” Jaemin beamed and Renjun was handed a pale yellow thing with two straws.
“That’s quite wasteful. You know? For the environment?” Renjun frowned at the offensive plastic.
“You want to share the straw already? Oh, I didn’t realise that.” Jaemin picked one of them up and licked it clean, his tongue impressively flexible, to the point that Renjun found himself staring and wondering why it was.
Jaemin smirked as if tongue-flexibility was some sort of talent to be proud of.
“No, I didn’t mean sharing. I meant that I can drink from the glass like an adult and save on the un-recyclable plastic?”
Jaemin seemed to consider that for the first time, his brows furrowing.
“Damn. You’re right. Okay, I’ll tell the barkeeper to make the next without any!”
He beamed and he really had a very beautiful smile and Renjun felt a bit weird being the one on the receiving end.
Also, like, were they going to… do the do? Oh god. Heart condition impending!
“So, I’m guessing Kunhang is the one you came here with?” Jaemin led them to a slightly less annoyingly loud area where they were somewhat less squeezed between perfect strangers but Renjun still had to yell over the music and he’d probably not only ruin his ears and eyes but also his voice.
Great.
“Yeah. I don’t really… go to party. In case that wasn’t already glaringly obvious,” Renjun stirred the drink. He also didn’t normally drink. He was a bit scared and Jaemin suddenly leaned closer and took a sip through the straw that Renjun was still holding.
He nearly dropped the entire thing in shock.
Thank god, he didn’t. That would have been so incredibly embarrassing!
“It wasn’t. Your glasses are so cute. The gold complements your skin, as far as I can tell in these lights.” Why did Jaemin keep making compliments?
“Thank you?” Renjun pushed them up his nose.
“Do you prefer DC?” Jaemin gestured to his sweater and Renjun felt himself bristling.
A natural reaction (to literally any possible challenge because Renjun also had a tendency to be very protective).
Wow, a new chance to have him run and finally end this confusion situation he was finding himself in as well as give his heart a rest.
“I do. Maybe not so much the movies but I prefer the comic books.”
Renjun readied his arguments as to why he was entitled to prefer these and didn’t have to see how much better Marvel was, but Jaemin just took another sip, making him almost drop the glass again.
Why was he so close?
Also, was he the one smelling this amazingly good? And why was Renjun now staring at his ass for just a second?
Had he gotten drunk off the fumes from the Pina Colada?
“Sweet! I don’t read much but I do really like batman and the entire bat family. It’s just so much better than what they can capture in one movie. Or three. I just dig the bat-dad thing.”
Holy shit!
What?
Renjun realised he was gaping at Jaemin and, yeah, great, totally embarrassing, why hadn't Jaemin long left?
Maybe he had been tricked into thinking Renjun was so cool, he was too cool to look cool.
Was this even making sense?
Anyway, it was great that Jaemin had decided to spend some time with him and Renjun didn’t really care why on earth he did and why he kept smiling like Renjun was missing something.
Just to make sure, he took a tiny sip of the cocktail and then also rubbed his face, just in case something was stuck somewhere and the reason for Jaemin smiling.
“Yeah! Yeah, me, too! Wow, there’s so few who know much about the Robins and everyone else and… who’s your favourite?”
“Robin? Well, I have to say Dick, I have a really huge sweet spot for dicks,” Jaemin giggled and wiggled his eyebrows.
“Yeah, sure, I get that, he’s just such a sweetheart and I guess the original will always be the one you end up having a special spot in your heart for, right? I really like Damian, recently, he has interesting humour and his past, obviously.”
Jaemin had first looked a bit confused but now he was smiling again.
“You’re cute, really cute.”
Now Renjun was confused.
“Uh. Thanks? How does that fit with the comics…?”
Jaemin laughed again. Why was Renjun staring at the piercings in his lip now?
WHY WAS HE STARING AT HIS LIPS?
Oh lord, worse, why was JAEMIN STARING AT HIS LIPS???
“I guess it doesn’t, it was a separate observation. You came with your friend, didn’t you? Kunhang?”
“Oh, yes, him,” Renjun bristled at the mention of the traitor’s name.
Jaemin laughed, “Did he ditch you already? Wow, he’s fast, it’s barely midnight.”
Renjun shrugged. If Jaemin was implying Kunhang was cool enough to come here in skin-tight clothes and flawless make-up, he was very much wrong.
Kunhang’s annoyingly cute boyfriend was, but not Kunhang.
“He’s here with his boyfriend. Or was. Who knows. I don’t even know why I was dumb enough to join, this was ought to happen,” once more, Renjun, rationally knew he had only himself to blame because he hadn't been born yesterday and had literally seen this coming.
But who needed reason when you could be petty instead?
“Oh, I’m more than happy you did come or I would have potentially never met you! Imagine how sad a world it would have been had I been never given the chance to talk to you about dicks!”
“There’s only one, though?” Renjun wondered if Jaemin slowly but surely emptying the drink all on his own was now incapacitating his ability to think?
Jaemin, pointedly, looked down in a way that made Renjun follow his eyes and…
Oh, yep, Jaemin was staring at his crotch.
He let his eyes snap back up but Jaemin seemed to, unfortunately, have used the same moment to and caught Renjun’s glance, smirking wider.
Renjun may or may not be hyperventilating and also hoping for the ground to open, aliens to spontaneously crash the party, or just a good old power-outage so he could get trampled in the mass panic that would result.
“I doubt it. Did I mention how cute your glasses are? You’re not very blind, though, are you? There’s not much of the warping on the side going on.” Jaemin gestured to his own face as if to show what he was talking about.
Renjun was still busy thinking of possible ways out of this humiliation that he had tried so hard to not end up in but here he was, great, congrats, where was his prize?
“Not much. Just a bit short-sighted. Why? Are you?”
Jaemin chuckled and leaned a little closer. He maybe thought Renjun wouldn’t notice. He did. But he kind of liked it.
“No, I’d look dumb with glasses anyway.”
Renjun laughed.
He couldn’t not.
“Are you kidding me? How would you look dumb with a face like that?”
Wait.
What?
Uh oh, he should have thought first, speak second, damn, this was where it always went downhill.
Or maybe not.
“Aw, you think so? Thank you!” Jaemin purred and he was entirely too close but Renjun was also kind of excited about this and…
“So, do you study? Where do you go? Let me guess, you’re doing liberal arts!” Renjun’s voice was a bit shaky now but Jaemin was almost breathing against his lips and…
Yep, Renjun knew how to do this hook-up thing. 100% killing it.
Oh, wow, this was where Jaemin would finally go running for the hills because he looked seriously confused in the bad way.
“Uh… study? Oh, right. No, I don’t,” or not. He seemed very set on not letting Renjun’s terrible people-skills chase him off…
Wait, he didn’t study?
Oh, well, he might already be finished and do something a bit more casual. Maybe photography or graphic design. Something not requiring him to look super ‘professional’.
Not like Renjun minded.
He felt himself blushing again.
“Do you? Since you asked, I’m quite sure you do. Let me guess!” Jaemin grinned and stroked his chin with two fingers, eyes narrowed, “IT!”
Renjun laughed because that was just “So stereotypical? No, I study environmental biology.”
“Ooooh, that’s why you worry about the straws. Well, as long as billionaires still use two private jets to go on vacation every weekend and the industry remains responsible for the majority of pollution, I’m not sure we’ll save anything.”
Renjun felt himself swoon.
Just a little bit.
A teeny tiny bit.
Because, fuck, this was hot.
“Well, I can’t stop any of those but I can stop my own straw-consumption, so, I’ll start with myself!”
“That’s true and very admirable a mindset,” Jaemin was really fucking close, like, definitely in Renjun’s space and also almost kissing him but it was saving Renjun’s voice and…
Wait, did he want to kiss Jaemin?
He hardly even knew him!
Oh, no, this couldn’t be good!
“So, what do you do if you don’t study and you clearly don’t work a corporate job?” Renjun asked, realising he sounded a bit hissy but he couldn’t help it.
Not in this overall very, very confusing situation with this very, very cute/hot/sexy guy who was really close and he might actually not mind closing the remaining distance and kissing him.
“I work freelance,” Jaemin returned, eyes constantly flitting through Renjun’s face but not taking initiative to actually go for it.
“Ah. That must be cool, to have freedom and stuff?”
“Yep, it’s great. I decide my hours. I mean, you have to find someone to pay but I’ve established myself, I believe.”
Renjun nodded, still wondering in what exactly Jaemin did for work because it could be almost anything.
Well, it wasn’t that important, especially not when Jaemin plucked the empty cocktail glass from his hands and put it away, then grabbed his hand to interlace their fingers and tug Renjun away from where he was still in the relatively open, into a dark corner closer to the back exit.
Renjun briefly thought about Kunhang’s drunk ass but, well, not his problem. He had gotten ditched first, so, if he was now going to make out with a flower-boy in the corner, Kunhang had had that coming.
Uh, wait, he was going to do what?
Okay, yep, this was happening. Jaemin was in his personal space again, his pink hair a lot softer in the darkness, and Renjun’s head tilted all on its own when Jaemin leaned in, so he could easily capture his lips in a soft kiss.
Some sirens and panic broke in Renjun’s head but he tried extra hard to ignore them because, holy shit, Jaemin’s lips were super soft and he moved them carefully first but with so much easy confidence and apparent skill, Renjun found himself just taken on the ride. He opened when Jaemin licked over his lips, he softly gasped when Jaemin let his tongue play against his, and Renjun had only ever kissed one girl but this?
It was kind of better even though he was lacking feelings. Just objectively, Jaemin was a drop-dead amazing kisser and also extremely handsome and smelt like heaven.
Briefly, Renjun’s brain supplied that this wasn’t what good boys did.
Oh, well.
Jaemin helped him grow confident enough to properly kiss back instead of letting him just take charge. He even subtly helped Renjun to make up for non-existent skills on his side and whenever insecurity was about to overcome him, he adjusted with so much ease, Renjun reconsidered and kept kissing him.
He felt a hand on his hip and he wondered if he could touch back but, why not?
Jaemin’s arms were more muscular than he had expected them to be. Definitely more than his own that were just pretty skinny.
The flower-boy descriptor probably was really misplaced with him.
Whatever.
Thinking was way too hard, anyway.
However, then, he felt a hand on his ass and it was all a bit too arousing all of a sudden and Renjun did break away and glared up at Jaemin, freeing himself from the grasp.
“Where are you touching?” He hissed and Jaemin let him decide when to step closer again, keeping his hands to himself.
He was considerate. Just bold. It was a weird mixture, Renjun wasn’t sure what to do with him.
“Sorry, I misread your signs.”
Renjun felt his face burn up because…
“Uh… you…”
Jaemin cocked his head, still smiling, and Renjun kind of wondered if he liked that he was touching his ass and kissing him…
Okay, yeah, he totally did.
“Where was this supposed to lead?” He heard himself sound a bit panicked despite, or maybe because of the most recent realisation. He didn’t know how this worked, what you did when you suddenly kissed handsome/pretty/sexy/flirty strangers in the dark corner of a club.
Much less how to hook up.
“Well, wherever you’d like it to, but I’d love to get out of here and out of these clothes,” Jaemin smirked and leaned a little closer again, giving Renjun room to run if he wanted to.
Ahhahaha. Noooo, he didn’t feel the need to run.
Okay, he totally did.
Because, just like kissing, there had only ever been one girl and… well, virginity was a social construct but at least inexperience was definitely impossible to argue away and Jaemin looked like he was the opposite of inexperienced and this would end in a huge embarrassment for Renjun, for sure.
“Isn’t that something you do on the third date?”
“Aw, date? But we’re here now, aren’t we? It must be fate wanting us to be together, right?”
“Do I look like the guy to have one-night stands on a regular basis?” Because Jaemin had to see this, too.
That or the eye-testing, Renjun had suggested earlier, would have to take place.
“Not really, you just look extremely cute and handsome, so… I don’t mean to pressure, but it really doesn’t have to mean anything, you know? Sex is just fun and there’s a first time for everything,” Jaemin was close, so close, but Renjun did not feel pressured, he felt like Jaemin would just be okay if he said no.
But.
He didn’t want to say no.
He wanted to say yes.
Was this the one sip of Piña Colada talking? The lack of any sexual action for months (save for that dildo he had bought with his face hidden from the public because, fuck, it had been embarrassing but his favourite cam-boy liked to use ones and it actually felt so good, Renjun wanted to scream just getting himself off on that thing)?
Was this a reasonable decision?
Well, why not?
He was an adult, he could sleep with strangers if he wanted to.
“Well, if you end up having a terrible time, I’ll tell you I told you so,” Renjun snapped and grabbed Jaemin to pull him closer, kissing him again and feeling Jaemin kiss right back, smiling against his lips.
“I’m already sure you’re worried over nothing because,” Jaemin leaned closer to his ear and Renjun couldn’t suppress a small shiver, “all you have to do is lie still and let me fuck you into next week if that’s what you want.”
Oh good lord.
Renjun had been to a love hotel a grand total of two times.
Meaning, he felt the urge to look around and check no one he knew saw him the entire time while Jaemin chose a room on the screen, chirped about different types of mattresses like they were at IKEA and this was not at least mildly embarrassing.
At least one of them seemed on top of things.
Now, Jaemin just needed to get on top of Renjun….
Nervousness reached its peak when Jaemin pushed the door to the small room open, waltzing inside like they were colleagues on a business trip and not acquaintances who had mutually agreed they were young, horny, and attracted to each other.
Why Jaemin was attracted to him, Renjun still wasn’t sure.
However, Renjun had probably worried over nothing because Jaemin was so incredibly smooth at this, he hardly even realised what was happening before he was already on the bed, blinking up at him for a second before having to close his eyes because Jaemin was close and leaning in to kiss him.
Oh yes, Jaemin was really an expert at this. He might be able to make money off of this, though Renjun was quite sure that kissing wasn’t really something people hired others for.
And right now, he didn’t want Jaemin to kiss anyone else for money anyway, he only wanted Jaemin to kiss HIM.
Renjun licked against him eagerly, trying so hard not to let it show how much worse he was and, once more, Jaemin didn’t let him grow shy and worried, he was just this good at this.
“What’s your preference?” Jaemin whispered.
Renjun’s brain was in the clouds and his dick already hard in his pants. The computation time in his brain was probably three minutes, or so it felt, but all blood was in lower regions, working hard – literally.
Even after three minutes, no useful answer to what Jaemin was asking here had been found and Renjun was annoyed not getting kissed.
“I don’t remember telling you to stop,” he grumbled and pulled Jaemin back down, who chuckled but entertained him for a bit more until he pulled away again.
“I’ll kiss you all I want, cutie, but my dick hurts and I need to get out of this, okay?” Jaemin purred, trailing his fingers over Renjun’s jaw with dark eyes, looking like he’d eat Renjun alive.
Well.
Renjun suddenly remembered to be nervous, which was just great because he felt his dick soften in direct correlation.
Had he mentioned he had a bit of performance anxiety and resulting issues?
Because he did.
Haha.
Ha.
“Okay,” Renjun breathed because he had warned Jaemin, hadn’t he?
Jaemin looked like he was enjoying this more than was reasonable.
“You said you don’t do this normally, have you not before, at all?”
“Are you set on embarrassing me? Because, horny or not, I will leave,” Renjun snarled back but the issue that he hadn’t done it and thus no clue what to do (did he strip Jaemin? If so, how did one get out of a skin-tight shirt like this?) remained.
“Aw, please don’t! I was just asking so you’ll be comfortable! You looked like you were going to faint when I first flirted with you, I don’t want you to pass out if I put on a striptease!”
Renjun actually did feel a little faint and also a little like a tomato.
“See?” Jaemin purred, leaning down to kiss him again, which was really the only thing keeping Renjun mildly sane at this very moment.
Mildly being the key-word here.
Jaemin seemed much less in a panic because when he pulled away, he must have somehow peeled his shirt up and was now pulling it over his head and…
“Are those piercings?”
“Yes, do you like them?”
Renjun was very busy being completely overwhelmed by where to look first.
The pierced nipples? The abs? The arms? The ink?
“Y-yeah.”
Was Jaemin arching his back like that on purpose? Whatever, he looked smoking hot and Renjun felt his dick twitch in his pants.
“Thanks, I love it when cute boys admire me!” He grinned and scooted down a little and Renjun groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure when Jaemin rubbed over his dick where it was trapped.
“And… and the tattoos?” Renjun was quite sure this wasn’t the time to make small talk but he was a little curious.
Jaemin ground down like he had a diploma in driving-Renjun-insane and smirked because he knew exactly what he was doing and he was enjoying it.
“Pretty, right?”
“Y-yeah,” Renjun sounded like he was already moaning, which was a little embarrassing but whatever.
He literally had warned Jaemin about this and Jaemin had still taken him here.
Nevermind his eyes grew more and more hungry like he enjoyed this instead of thinking Renjun was behaving like the huge dork he was.
“Can I look?” Jaemin had somehow taken the hem of Renjung’s Superman-hoodie in hand (god knew when, Renjun for sure hadn’t noticed) and was tugging on it, still waiting for the okay.
Renjun would have been fine with him just doing what people usually did when planning to fuck, but it seemed Jaemin was careful after he had hissed at him and Renjun could respect a man that was able and willing to learn, he really could.
“There’s nothing to see, but go for it,” Renjun scrambled to sit up and let Jaemin pull both his hoodie and his t-shirt over his head in one.
“That was a lie,” Jaemin purred and pushed Renjun right back down, dragging a hand over his front, brushing over his (unpierced and also not really sensitive) nipples.
With how smouldering his gaze was as he slowly, slowly dragged it over all of Renjun’s body to appreciate all the not-exciting skin there was to see, Renjun started to think he actually was a whole lot hotter than he really was.
“You do need your eyes checked,” Renjun considered taking his glasses off but that’d mean he’d potentially miss things and he was still comfortably on his back where there was no risk to damage or dirty them.
“Aw,” Jaemin leaned down and Renjun thought he was going for a kiss and he was, just not on his lips but lower, gently placing it over his left nipple.
Renjun couldn’t hold a shudder.
“I think you do. Maybe your glasses aren’t strong enough, cutie?”
Renjun wanted to be nice but that was something he hadn't been born with.
Tough life.
“Maybe you need to kiss me more and shut up?”
The wicked smirk Jaemin gave him let Renjun know this had been the wrong thing to say.
Or, well, the definitions of wrong could vary because Renjun was kind of suffering but in a good way when Jaemin started trailing kisses over his chest, up his neck, over his jaw, to his mouth and right back down, starting to lick and suck and bite a bit until he reached his other side and Renjun actually bucked up because, fuck!
Fuck, this was good!
“I’ll go down. Do you like your dick sucked? I really want to blow you, can I?” Were not questions Renjun was used to hearing. His girlfriend had been as shy and awkward as he had been when it came to this so his dick was still un-sucked to the day.
“I-I don’t know if you can?” Renjun tried to properly look at Jaemin with a challenging eyebrow raised but he was too breathless and too turned on.
Jaemin was also suddenly really close and, how, when had that happened, why was Renjun having so much trouble focussing?
Oh, probably because his dick was hard and aching and taking all his blood.
Wait, where was his nervousness? Oh, there it was, now that he was thinking about it and Jaemin breathing right against his lips.
“Oh, believe me, I can. Try and recall your name one last time before you’ll forget it.”
Oh, fuck, Renjun was going to actually pass out here because it was ridiculous a ‘threat’ but fuck him, he wanted to forget his name and have Jaemin show off how to give oral and Renjun wouldn’t even be able to call him out because there was nothing to compare to.
Seemed like Jaemin was set on delivering on exactly that but not without giving himself a head-start on making true of his threat/promise because he dragged down his tongue Renjun’s front and he shivered because he was sensitive from Jaemin’s earlier ministrations.
The buttons of his jeans popped open easily under Jaemin’s fingers and Renjun was so glad to finally get some freedom for his dick but also nervous again and fuck, what if he couldn’t keep it up and…
“Oh,” he heard himself definitely moan when Jaemin’s fingers graced over the underside because, right, Renjun wouldn’t have to explain things here.
Kind of dumb to have forgotten about it but… well. He never had done this before.
And thank god Jaemin didn’t need any instructions because Renjun was already rendered incapable of giving them because, holy shit, yeah, wait, no he would have been fine if Jaemin didn’t know what to do the reason he did was the issue here and…
Renjun decided to just stop thinking and focus on Jaemin moving his hand up and down with just enough pressure, twisting just right, and going over his head with one finger before going back down.
Where had his pants gone?
Well.
“You’re so cute, I love this already,” Jaemin purred and Renjun heard the foil of a condom package ripping so he made the grave mistake to look down and see it between Jaemin’s teeth, his dark and hungry eyes staring at Renjun.
Jesus!
“Are you going to moan for me? Don’t hold back, okay?”
As if Renjun had that sort of self-control, hilarious.
Jaemin looked like he had come from some sort of pornographic dream of Renjun’s, when he looked up from between his legs and licked over the tip of his dick like it was a popsicle. Renjun could just not watch this, he’d lose his mind for good.
His lids fluttered shut when Jaemin closed his lips around his length. He sunk down slowly, feeling impossibly warm and tight and wow, this was the reason why people loved this, Renjun was so going to join the club of the blowjob lovers, asap.
He felt his tongue, pressing against the sensitive skin and making him tingle and try to buck up but fail because Jaemin was holding him down.
Renjun wasn’t sure if he even had a gag reflex but maybe not because he just took his entire length and he rose back up as if this was a walk in the park. Renjun whimpered because, fuck, this was why it was called suck because Jaemin was doing just that and he was quite sure his soul was leaving his body.
Through his dick.
Jaemin seemed pleased with his efforts to render Renjun completely out of his mind and repeated it, starting to bop up and down and Renjun could already feel his orgasm building – but at least he wasn’t having any performance issues so.
“J-Jaemin, oh god, slow down!”
Jaemin did as asked, which was the only thing saving Renjun, really.
He tried to catch his breath as Jaemin took his time to lick around his cock and over the tip, pulling away a bit, looking down at Renjun.
“I want to fuck you.”
Renjun keened.
He sort of had expected this to go here – honestly, he had even hoped for that – but he was suddenly really aware he had never done this before and surely, there was some sort of minimum-skills required here?
“Okay? Sounds like a plan, right?” It didn’t sound like a plan and Renjun like he had just run a marathon, “What do you want me to do?”
“Just relax and stay looking pretty!” Jaemin purred and got back up. Renjun dared to look – knowing he might just further ruin his mental and physical wellbeing.
Jaemin was already staring at him and smirked when he noticed Renjun paying him attention. He rose up and playfully started undoing the fly of his trousers, the tip of his dick starting to push up and become visible, a bit of cum smeared over it and Renjun was quite sure this was absolutely the hottest thing he had ever been part of.
“Like what you see?” Jaemin purred and started wiggling his hips, pushing the tight fabric down to reveal himself.
“You don’t think I’d be up and leaving if I didn’t?” Renjun rolled his eyes but he suddenly remembered that the agreed-upon plan here was to get that dick up his ass and… okay. Breathe. Stretching and lube were a thing, it’d be fine, his dildo was this size, too.
It just wasn’t attached to a pierced and tattooed flower-boy with hot pink hair and a dark smirk.
“Aw, thanks, cutie, I know I’m too hot to pass up but I love hearing how great I am, so would you?”
Jaemin stood up and got rid of his trousers, eyes still on Renjun who was somewhat uselessly lying on the bed, watching and busy losing his mind.
“I don’t think your ego needs any stroking but I’m sure your dick could use some,” wow, Renjun was proud of himself.
“It sure could,” Jaemin opened the nightstand and threw a bottle and a new foil package on the bed before climbing back on top of Renjun, straddling his waist to let Renjun make true of his offer.
So, there was that. Touching another guy’s dick for the first time.
Shouldn’t be hard, right?
Oh, well, ideally, it would be and Jaemin totally was…
Renjun grabbed the lube off the bed because he was going to make this good and no one needed to use spit when there was this right here, for his using-pleasure.
“Why does this smell of cherry?”
“Because it’s cherry-flavoured,” Jaemin chirped and Renjun was just a tiny bit disgusted.
Jaemin moaned when he closed his fingers around the base of his cock and it twitched – making Renjun feel a bit bad because Jaemin had definitely gone neglected up until here.
He tried to get a feeling for the size and the angle but it turned out to be not even that different from doing this to himself.
Actually, it was really kind of fun, especially since Jaemin was sounding like he was eternally grateful for the touch even though it took Renjun a bit to actually settle on a good pace that he could keep but then there was no stopping him.
“Fuck, Injun, you look so cute!”
Renjun glanced up and tried to feel what he looked like, realising he was poking his tongue out like…
Okay, not going there.
His rhythm was broken, though, and Jaemin slowly crawled out of reach, leaning down to kiss him again. Renjun made the mistake of just kissing back and, once more, falling into this Jaemin-trance-state in which he forgot there was anything else going on.
Turned out Jaemin had no problem multitasking and Renjun gasped when he felt his fingers on his ass, lubed up and playing against the muscle with enough pressure to warm it up but not push in yet.
Nerves made him grab Jaemin’s arms and wonder if it was too late to suggest switching.
Then again, he’d have to top if they switched and chances were he’d actually get soft and that’d just be a nightmare.
No, he had always kind of wanted to bottom and since Jaemin seemed to have naturally suggested it this way around, why not?
“Tell me if it’s uncomfortable,” Jaemin whispered and Renjun tried to relax and do how he always did when he fingered himself while he felt his rim give in.
“Yeah, duh,” he sounded like he was whining, which, Renjun didn’t whine.
“Just saying, cutie. You feel good, you do this, right?” Jaemin was using two fingers and Renjun had to take a deep breath not to tense up because he usually started with one but his body was able to accommodate them with just mild stinging blooming up his spine.
“I d-do,” Renjun just didn’t usually have other people do it and, fuck, it felt a lot different and he tried hard to swallow his nerves and focus on how it felt when Jaemin opened him, already angling his fingers up because he, clearly, was good at this. So good, it made up for Renjun not being and just lying here and gasping for air.
Jaemin leaned down to kiss him again and Renjun brought his hands up to grab his shoulders, needing something to hold on. His body wanted to curl up in this weird mixture of pain and pleasure he always felt at first, while Jaemin started with small thrusts to properly warm him up, brushing just past his prostate.
Okay, it was really different from when Renjun did this himself but potentially better?
He’d have to assess this once he could use his brain again.
Right now, it was out of order, just supplying a wild mixture of suggestions about how and why this felt just maddeningly great and he needed to always do this, just quit uni and do something that would get him fingered daily.
Porn?
Yeah, no.
Jaemin pulled away and stared down at him, which Renjun just could.not.handle.
So, he let his head drop back to try and arch his back how his favourite cam-boy always did and, oh god, this actually made things better?
Fuck!
He had thought it just looked hot.
Well.
Every day gave you a chance to have a learning experience.
“So pretty,” Jaemin’s free hand travelled down his torso and Renjun felt his cock twitch pathetically between his legs.
Jaemin must have noticed it as well and he was nice enough to close his fingers around it, using the slide the condom gave him to slowly jack Renjun off, a different rhythm for his front and back which was just…
Way too much.
“Jae-Jaemin, oh god, I’ll come, pl-please stop!”
Jaemin did pull his hand off his dick and slowed down the pace at which he moved his fingers and Renjun took a shuddering breath.
“Look at you. I was so tempted to just let you come,” Jaemin purred, looking down like Renjun was the sheep and he the wolf.
“I’d gone home,” Renjun sounded whiney again and he kind of hated it but Jaemin seemed to totally dig it and suddenly there was another finger in his ass and Renjun thought sex hadn't felt this overwhelming the last time he had it.
Then again, he had been the one doing the fingering and not the one receiving.
His girlfriend still definitely hadn't felt like this, he wasn’t going to humour himself to this point of delusion.
“How sad. You could have come twice.”
Renjun felt his soul leave his body once more because… well.
And then Jaemin twisted his fingers and pushed into his prostate hard and Renjun knew he knew what he was doing and that he was fully planning on making him arch off the bed with a breathless cry how he was.
That didn’t mean he didn’t want to hit him and repeat it at the same time. Renjun found the sheets and just grabbed them and tried to breathe and hold back but he felt precum make the condom feel weird on his dick and his body jerk in time with Jaemin fucking him on his fingers.
“Jaemin, I swear to god if you make me come I am going to leave,” Renjun somehow managed to yell all of this and Jaemin seemed to take him seriously because he pulled his fingers out like Renjun had switched a vibrator off.
He didn’t own one.
But he had seen people use them.
He took three deep gasps in short succession until he felt dizzy but no longer close to coming. Jaemin’s face was in front of him when he opened his eyes.
He was pouting.
“You looked so hot and cute!”
Renjun couldn’t with him. He just pulled him down to kiss him and started searching the bed for the condom because if he gave Jaemin another chance, he was quite sure he’d actually make true of it.
Issue was, that Renjun had the refractory time of a 100-year-old.
He wasn’t going to tell Jaemin this because it was just really lame and he knew it was an issue because he also had little stamina and self-control, meaning, if he had a warm hole around his dick, he came rather quickly.
If he even got to that part and not letting nerves get the better of him before even putting it in.
ANYWAY Renjun’s terrible past experiences aside, this was going a whole lot better right now and he even found the condom.
He pushed Jaemin away gently and held it up.
“Get to it?”
“Why are you so cute while being so snarky?” Jaemin whined and took the rubber before kissing Renjun again, seemingly distressed, and Renjun was a bit sorry but also kind of worried?
“It’s my only talent?”
“No, no, no, I refuse to believe that!” Jaemin ripped the foil open with his teeth again and Renjun was very distracted so he didn’t even give an attitude back, he just watched Jaemin roll the condom down his dick and it did look kind of big like this.
Renjun let his legs fall open when Jaemin gave them a gentle push to make more room. The cherry scent was actually insufferable and bitching about it in his head helped Renjun to distract from the fact that his ass’ virginity was going to be a thing of the past in just a few seconds.
Oh, he couldn’t wait…
Jaemin’s hand was strong under his knee, pulling him into position so he could bend Renjun down a bit more and give him an angle at which he could line up.
Again, a wave of nerves hit Renjun and he couldn’t help clenching down when Jaemin tested if he was stretched well enough with two fingers.
“Relax, cutie, I’ll make it feel good,” Jaemin chuckled and Renjun could feel his fingers pull out and the tip of his dick on his rim, sliding easily from all the lube.
“You’re really busy with your promises. I still remember my name, by the wa-ah,” okay it momentarily left his head when Jaemin pushed into him a little rougher than Renjun had expected and thus anticipated, forcing him to open on the girth of his dick.
It burnt faintly, not enough to want to stop, but enough to make Renjun squeeze his eyes shut and pull on the sheets while Jaemin held him up and in place, letting him adjust.
Okay, so that was how that felt.
“Okay?” Jaemin rasped, sounding like he was actually having to hold back instead of just breezing through everything, how he had seemed to do so far.
Renjun wanted to answer, he really did, but he couldn’t. He just whined embarrassingly and tried to wiggle a little and feel what it was like and how to make it feel normal but it was kind of impossible.
Probably also not the goal.
Jaemin leaned down and started to slowly kiss down the column of his neck, sucking just a bit to not overwhelm him, and Renjun heard himself gasp so pathetically while he started to press down against Jaemin, it was kind of really embarrassing.
But he wasn’t going to stop.
Especially when Jaemin started to react to his movements and pulled out a little, starting to thrust into him with small bucks of his hips that made Renjun actually lose his fucking mind because it was so much but it was exactly what he needed and wanted.
“Still remember your name?” Jaemin grunted and Renjun wanted to slap him but he couldn’t, he just moaned and clenched down because Jaemin hit his sweet spot so dead-on, he felt his stomach flutter and his dick twitch.
The discomfort had been completely dispelled and just left Renjun feeling absolutely mind-blowingly good because holy shit did Jaemin know how to fuck. He wasn’t sure why he did but he did and it was completely irrelevant anyway. Renjun just held on for dear life and heard his own voice grow more desperate as his orgasm built up yet again.
“J-Jaemin I-I’ll come,” Renjun remembered he had a dick to touch but he was so busy holding onto the sheets he really didn’t have the time to and it didn’t seem like it’d be necessary because he was so close, so, so close, he could taste the high on his tongue he just…
“Show me, cutie, cum for me.” Oh fuck, this was like porn, wasn’t it?
Too bad Renjun found porn quite arousing and thus this situation and he felt his body lock up and tighten while Jaemin kept pounding into him rather brutally now but it was all just the madness before finally orgasming anyway and Renjun knew he was close, so close, so, so close.
“Oh Jaemin,” his voice broke and his legs closed around Jaemin as he came and Jaemin fucked him through it before he pulled out and finished himself off while Renjun was quite sure the world was kind of spinning.