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Jeno answers his phone the moment Jaemin’s name flashes across the screen, before it even has time to properly ring. “Jaemin-ah,” he says, somehow comforted just by knowing that Jaemin is on the other end. “I was just thinking about calling you.”
“Of course you were,” Jaemin says fondly.
A smile blossoms on Jeno’s face the moment he hears Jaemin’s voice. “Where are you right now?” he asks.
“At home,” Jaemin says, and Jeno’s heart flutters. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get over the giddy elation that accompanies every reminder that “home” is the apartment they share together – that it’s their home. “Where are you? On your way back?”
Jeno purses his lips for a few moments before sighing heavily. “Sorry, Nana,” he says apologetically. “I don’t know how long I’m going to be stuck in the studio.”
“It’s okay,” Jaemin says, just like Jeno knew he would. “I’ll leave dinner in the fridge for you, so when you get back –”
“It’s not okay,” Jeno interrupts. “I miss you. Can you even remember when we last got to spend any quality time together?”
It’s Jaemin’s turn to sigh. “I know, babe,” he says, resigned. “It’s just a busy time. We knew what we were signing up for when the concert was announced.”
“Yeah,” Jeno says, and he decides, in that moment, to go through with what he’s been contemplating doing since he first picked up the call. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not thinking about touching you and kissing you and marking you all over your body right now.”
There’s a sharp inhale before Jaemin speaks again – and when he does, he sounds a bit flustered, which Jeno is more than a little pleased about. “Jeno-yah,” he says slowly, “what –”
“You don’t want it too?” Jeno asks, gaining confidence now that he’s heard Jaemin’s reaction and is sure he isn’t averse to going further. “You don’t want my hands on your ass? Or my mouth on your nipples? Or what about my cock in your hole?”
“Jeno!” Jaemin says, and he’s clearly hoping to come off as completely scandalized, but to Jeno, who knows him inside and out, it’s obvious that he’s just playing up his incredulity. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Jeno huffs out a laugh. “Well,” he says, “if you have to ask, then I guess I’m not doing a very good job of it.”
“Don’t be stupid,” Jaemin says, and it’s only because Jeno knows him so well that he can detect the tiny waver in Jaemin’s voice. “Of course I know what you’re doing. Why you’re doing it is more the issue.”
“Why not?” Jeno counters. “There’s no one at home with you, and there’s no one here with me. How can I resist thinking about how tight you would be if you were warming my cock right now, or how pretty you would look with tears in your eyes if I were sucking your tits, or –”
“Jeno,” Jaemin says abruptly, not letting him finish. And Jeno knows that tone intimately well – Jaemin is definitely biting his lip to hold in a moan.
“Jaemin-ah,” Jeno says, smiling even though Jaemin can’t see him. “Are you hard, baby?”
Jaemin is quiet for just a second too long. “No,” he says, and now Jeno is certain that he has Jaemin right where he wants him.
“Do you think lying to me is going to change anything?” he asks, amused. “Do you think you’re being even slightly convincing?” Jaemin makes a quiet noise of protest, but Jeno doesn’t relent. “You really think I can’t tell that your little cock is already making a mess in your boxers, sweetheart?”
“It isn’t,” Jaemin says, but it’s clear from the breathiness of his tone that he isn’t going to be able to maintain the pretense for much longer.
“I don’t believe you,” Jeno says bluntly. “In fact, I think you’re already touching yourself, even though I never said you could.”
Jaemin lets out a shaky breath. “You can’t prove it,” he says.
“I don’t need to,” Jeno says matter-of-factly. “I know what my kitty sounds like when he has a hand on his cock.”
Jaemin doesn’t say anything for a few moments, and Jeno silently congratulates himself on catching Jaemin in the act. “Fine,” Jaemin finally relents, immediately pivoting from in-denial to feisty. “What if I do? What are you going to do about it?”
There’s a challenge in Jaemin’s tone, and Jeno’s patience has worn thin – he’s done fooling around. “That depends,” he says. “What are you wearing?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Jaemin retorts. It would have been believably nonchalant if not for the slightest stutter giving away that he’s still playing with himself. Jeno can envision it – Jaemin fondling his own balls, teasing his cock and his hole through the fabric of his underwear – and the image drives him crazy.
“I can always guess,” he says. “You’re definitely wearing your ‘I love cats not you’ shirt. And you must have your boxers on and nothing else below, am I right?”
“No,” Jaemin says, and Jeno thinks he’s just being a brat until he lowers his voice to a purr and continues, “They’re your boxers, Jeno-hyung. They were just lying on our bedroom floor. And they smelled like you, and I think they even had a bit of your cum left on them, and –”
Jeno sees red. Jaemin must be really be in the mood to rile Jeno up if he’s calling Jeno “hyung” while saying something so brazenly provocative – and he’s succeeding. “Take them off,” Jeno says, his voice low and dangerous. “Take everything off. Now.”
“Okay,” Jaemin says much too cheerfully, and as Jeno listens to the rustling of Jaemin tugging his clothes off, he knows that Jaemin is only being agreeable because he has the upper hand now. He can picture the smirk on Jaemin’s face perfectly – and he wants to wipe it off and make him cry.
“When you’re done,” Jeno says, fighting to keep his tone even, “take the lube and go lie down in front of the door.”
“The door?” Jaemin asks, sounding genuinely caught off-guard. Jeno internally celebrates the victory – it’ll be easy to take advantage of Jaemin’s surprise. “What do you –”
“Our front door, darling,” Jeno says sweetly. “Strip and go lie on your back in front of it.”
“You want me to – in the open –?” Jaemin asks, unable to hide how startled he is by the request – and judging by his tone, he’s also a little mortified by how much it turned him on.
“It’s just our living room,” Jeno points out. “Unless you want to do it outside the front door instead?”
“N-No!” Jaemin says hurriedly, sounding fully off his game for the first time. “I’ll just – I’m going.” There’s some shuffling on the other end, followed by the sound of Jaemin gingerly sitting down. “I’m here,” he says.
“Good boy,” Jeno says, feeling a bit smug that Jaemin gave in so easily. “How’s your little cock doing? It’s probably twitching and leaking everywhere, isn’t it?” Jaemin makes a sound of assent that carries a hint of embarrassment and a lot of arousal. “I wish I could see it,” Jeno continues, taking a second to imagine what Jaemin must look like right now. His own cock, which has been stirring in interest all along, grows harder the longer he thinks about it. “Play with your tip for me, baby. Imagine it’s my mouth teasing you, licking and kissing your slit.”
Jaemin lets out a soft gasp. “Jeno,” he says, his voice unsteady, “hyung, it feels so – can I –”
“Sweetheart,” Jeno says, cutting Jaemin off. “Be patient. I want you to bring your fingers up to your mouth and suck, like you’re tasting yourself on my tongue.”
“Mm,” Jaemin sighs as the sound of him eagerly sucking on his fingers fills Jeno’s ears, and Jeno wishes it really was his mouth drawing out all the needy little noises Jaemin is making.
“Touch your tits with your other hand, too,” he says hoarsely. “Roughly, the way you like it.”
Jaemin lets out a muffled whine, and Jeno’s mind becomes a little hazy as he pictures Jaemin rolling his nipple between his fingers, pinching and twisting it, imitating how Jeno plays with them. The sounds Jaemin is making are dizzyingly erotic, and it takes every ounce of Jeno’s self-control to restrain himself from wrapping a hand around his cock and jerking off to Jaemin’s voice. But he can’t do it – not yet. “More,” Jaemin breathes, “want more, hyung, please –”
Jeno is painfully hard now, his cock straining against the front of his jeans, but he forces himself to continue ignoring it in favor of coaxing Jaemin to pleasure himself further. “Spread your legs, Jaemin-ah,” he commands. “Nice and wide, so the first thing I’d see if I walked through the door right now would be your needy little hole fluttering in invitation.”
“J-Jeno,” Jaemin says hesitantly, “it’s so – I can’t –”
“You can,” Jeno says firmly. “Do it, kitten. And make sure your hole is all wet and pretty for me too, hm?”
Jaemin sobs quietly, but he doesn’t protest again, and the sound of Jaemin coating his fingers and hole with lube fills Jeno’s ears a moment later. “It’s wet, hyung,” Jaemin says when he’s done.
Jeno smirks. “What’s wet, baby?” he asks, feigning ignorance.
“My hole,” Jaemin says, but that isn’t the answer Jeno is looking for – and Jaemin clearly knows it, because a moment later, he meekly tries again. “My – my pussy,” he whispers. “My p-pussy is wet for you.”
“That’s right,” Jeno says encouragingly. “You want me to touch it, darling? You want my fingers opening you up, getting you ready for my cock?”
“Yes,” Jaemin agrees, sniffling a little – it makes Jeno wish he could see the tears in Jaemin’s eyes right now. “I want it.”
“Okay,” Jeno says, because he wants it for Jaemin too. “Use three fingers. Make sure you’re all stretched out for me, yeah?”
The sounds that filter through the speaker as Jaemin fingers himself are obscene, and Jeno almost feels like he could come just from listening to them and knowing that Jaemin is thinking about him as he does it. “It, it’s not enough,” Jaemin hiccups. “Jeno, hyung, it’s not enough, I n-need more.”
“What’s the matter?” Jeno asks. “Baby’s fingers can’t fill his tight pussy as well as my cock can?”
“Please,” Jaemin begs. “I need –”
“I know,” Jeno says placatingly. “I know what you need, sweetheart. But first you’re going to make yourself come.”
“I can’t,” Jaemin says, frustration seeping into his tone. “It’s not – I’m not full.”
“Jaemin,” Jeno says calmly. “Relax and think of me. Think of my cock pressing into you, stretching you out. You can feel how deep I reach, can’t you?”
“I can,” Jaemin says, his breath quickening as the speed of his thrusts increases.
“Touch your tummy,” Jeno continues. “Press down right where you know my cock makes a bulge every time.”
Jaemin moans loudly. “F-Fuck, it’s, that’s where you, you’ll put a baby in me, right, hyung?”
Jeno smiles. “Yeah, sweetheart,” he says softly. “That’s where I’ll fill you up until there’s no way you’re not pregnant.” Jaemin doesn’t say anything else, but the broken sounds he makes let Jeno know that he just came. “Good boy,” Jeno says reverently. “You did so, so well, Jaemin-ah.” Then, before Jaemin can say anything else, he hangs up.
And when he opens the door to his and Jaemin’s apartment a moment later, he sees exactly what he’s been anticipating since he made the choice to pretend that he was stuck in the studio when he had, in fact, already been on the way home.
Jaemin is laid out in front of the door with his legs spread, his fingers still in his hole, and his cum splattered across his stomach. It doesn’t last long, though, because Jeno’s unexpected arrival has him removing his fingers and sitting up in shock. On the bright side, Jeno has an unobstructed view of the little pink hole winking at him now, shiny with lube and already slightly puffy just from Jaemin’s fingers. Jeno wants to put his mouth on it, lick into it and make out with it until Jaemin is incoherent with pleasure, and he wants to shove his cock inside afterwards and breed Jaemin until he’s stuffed so full that Jeno’s cum will be leaking out of him for days.
“Jeno,” Jaemin says, his eyes wide and still filled with traces of tears as Jeno sets his bag aside and pulls off his shoes and mask. “What are you – you’re supposed to be – why are you here?”
Jeno raises an eyebrow in amusement. “Not exactly the welcome home I was expecting,” he says. “But to be fair, the view does make up for it.” He rakes his eyes over Jaemin’s body again, from his hole up to his face, and he catches something he missed before – because Jaemin had indeed stripped, just as Jeno asked him to, but not completely.
Immediately, Jeno kneels down, settling himself between Jaemin’s legs and leaning over him before capturing his lips in a filthy kiss. Jaemin responds right away, wrapping his arms around Jeno’s shoulders, and Jeno carefully brings his hand up to Jaemin’s throat to pull off the pink satin ribbon that’s tied around it. “What’s this, hm?” he murmurs against Jaemin’s mouth. “Baby wanted hyung to come home and unwrap his pretty little present?”
“Yes,” Jaemin says breathlessly, trying to buck his hips up to rut his bare cock against Jeno’s clothed one. “Thought hyung would like it.”
Jeno tugs gently on Jaemin’s bottom lip with his teeth before drawing away and pinning Jaemin’s hips down. “I do,” he says, “but I like this even more.” Jaemin looks like he wants to ask what Jeno means, but Jeno is already answering the question as he wraps the ribbon tightly around the base of Jaemin’s cock, tying it up with a little bow.
“Wait, wait, Jeno,” Jaemin starts, but Jeno cuts him off with another kiss.
“I’m going to eat you out, Jaemin-ah,” he says, stroking Jaemin’s hair soothingly. “But I don’t want you to come again yet. Not until my cock is inside you.” And before Jaemin can reply, Jeno starts kissing his way down Jaemin’s torso, pausing to suck on his nipples briefly, then spreading Jaemin’s legs and holding them apart so he can see Jaemin’s hole clearly.
“Hyung,” Jaemin says shakily, gripping Jeno’s hair and pulling on it insistently. “P-Please.”
Jeno responds by placing a chaste kiss on Jaemin’s hole. “So pretty,” he says in awe, massaging it with his thumb and admiring the way it clenches and unclenches at his touch. “So wet, so desperate to be filled. Greedy little thing.”
If Jaemin had anything to say to that, he doesn’t get the chance to say it, because at that moment, Jeno licks a broad stripe across Jaemin’s hole before thrusting his tongue inside, and Jaemin keens, his back arching as he pushes his ass closer to Jeno’s mouth. Jeno’s grip on Jaemin’s thighs tightens as he licks into Jaemin, sucking on and pressing kisses against Jaemin’s rim while trying to drive his tongue deeper.
“M-More,” Jaemin pants, writhing in Jeno’s hold. “Feels so, ngh, fuck, want your cock, wanna come, h-hyung, Jeno –”
“Behave, darling,” Jeno says, drawing away momentarily to meet Jaemin’s gaze. He knows he must be quite the sight, with his lips and chin shiny with lube and saliva, so it isn’t surprising when Jaemin lets out a choked sob and his cock twitches, red and hard in front of Jeno’s eyes. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? We have to make sure my cock will still fit.”
“It will,” Jaemin says, tears rolling down his cheeks – Jeno’s cock throbs at the sight. “It will, hyung, you can force it inside and my, my pussy will take it.”
“Hmm,” Jeno says, weighing his options and deciding that he’s neglected his own cock for long enough. “We’ll see.” He lets go of Jaemin’s legs and finally unzips his own pants, groaning in relief when his cock springs free. He’s been on the edge since he walked into the apartment, so now that he’s able to rub the head of his cock against Jaemin’s hole and balls, it only takes a few moments for him to come. Jeno holds his cock there so his cum can decorate Jaemin’s rim, and when he’s satisfied, he slides the tip into Jaemin’s hole so the rest of his load spills inside.
When he pulls out, Jaemin clenches on nothing for a few seconds, unsuccessfully trying to keep the cum from dribbling out of him. After some consideration, Jeno decides to relent a bit and free Jaemin’s cock too, and he carefully pulls the bow loose with his teeth, Jaemin’s cock jumping up and leaking precum the moment the ribbon comes undone. Jeno readily sucks on it, lapping up the precum and spitting it onto Jaemin’s cum-soaked hole, and the noise Jaemin makes has Jeno’s cock, spent as it is, twitching in interest again.
“Jeno,” Jaemin pleads, already rocking his hips in anticipation. “I was good, hyung, I did everything you asked. So – so fuck me.”
Jeno takes in the sight of him – his eyes glistening with tears, his cock an angry shade of red despite barely being touched, his hole fluttering invitingly – and thinks there isn’t a single reason in the world that he would ever deny Jaemin anything. So he says, “Whatever you want, sweetheart,” and ties the ribbon around Jaemin’s neck again before leaning in and kissing Jaemin languidly. And then he pushes his cock inside Jaemin in one smooth thrust, Jaemin’s moan muffled by his mouth.
Once he bottoms out, Jeno pauses, taking a moment to savor the sensation of Jaemin clenching around him, and he was only half-hard before, still recovering from his previous orgasm, but his cock fills out quickly now. Jaemin is warm and tight, as he always is, and Jeno feels like he belongs there, like his rightful place is inside Jaemin. He starts moving slowly a moment later as Jaemin tries to draw him in more, wrapping his arms and legs around Jeno to pull him closer and moving his hips in time with Jeno’s.
“Come inside me,” Jaemin breathes as Jeno trails kisses along his neck. “I missed – ah! – I missed having your cum in me, hyung, please, give it to me.”
“I will, darling,” Jeno says, sucking a mark into Jaemin’s collarbone. “I’ll make sure it takes, too.”
“Y-Yes,” Jaemin sighs, a few stray tears slipping out as his eyes flutter shut while Jeno leaves another mark next to the first one. “Knock me up.”
Jeno peppers kisses along Jaemin’s jaw before pressing his lips to Jaemin’s again, embracing Jaemin tightly and increasing the intensity of his thrusts. They both came fairly recently, but they’re both young, healthy men, and Jeno feels the familiar tightening in his gut more quickly than he was expecting to. “I’m, fuck, I’m close,” he says, following the words up with another kiss.
Jaemin peers up at him through hazy eyes. “Me too,” he says as his hole starts tightening. “I’m, I’m gonna –”
He breaks off with a moan as he comes, and Jeno is right behind him, his hips stilling as he fills Jaemin up. “You okay, baby?” Jeno asks, resting his forehead against Jaemin’s as they both come down from their highs, Jeno making no move to pull out because he knows Jaemin would just protest if he tried.
Jaemin smiles, looking dazed but content, and leans in to kiss Jeno sweetly. “Better than okay, babe,” he says. “I do kind of wonder what brought that on, though.”
Jeno shrugs, grinning sheepishly. “I don’t know, I kind of did it on a whim,” he says, kissing Jaemin’s temple. “I remembered you mentioned a while ago that you wanted to try phone sex at some point. So I thought, why not?”
“And you pretended to still be at the studio because...?” Jaemin asks, raising an eyebrow as he trails off.
“I was planning to surprise you anyway,” Jeno says. “Since I was allowed to leave early today. But when I decided to switch things up, I also wasn’t sure that you would go through with going to the front door if you knew I was on the way. And I really wanted to see that.”
“Hm,” Jaemin says, scrunching up his nose in faux-annoyance. “I knew I should’ve just pretended to do it so you wouldn’t get the satisfaction. You’re so lucky I love you.”
Jeno huffs out a fond laugh, his heart warm. “I know I am,” he says, kissing Jaemin’s nose, and Jaemin’s expression softens as he kisses Jeno’s cheek in return.
“Good,” Jaemin says, looking so satisfied that Jeno just has to kiss him again. When they separate again, Jaemin’s eyes are sparkling, and Jeno is so, so in love with him.
“I adore you,” he says aloud, pressing kisses to Jaemin’s cheeks and lips and feeling triumphant when Jaemin giggles and kisses him back.
“Well then,” Jaemin says. “Why don’t you carry me to the shower and show me just how much?”
And Jeno would be a fool to refuse him, so he stands up with Jaemin in his arms, his cock still buried inside Jaemin’s hole, and laughs quietly when Jaemin starts sucking a mark into his neck. “Whatever you want, Jaemin-ah,” he says indulgently. “Always.”