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Jeno was sure there should be a scientific explanation for why time started moving slower the second he entered the flight back home. Each minute felt like an hour, forcing him to check his wristwatch an unhealthy number of times. It didn’t matter that he had spent the past few weeks doing what he loved—performing on stage, meeting fans, exploring new places—because the only thing he could think of the moment his last concert ended was how close he finally was to seeing Jaemin again. As each minute passed, he felt his entire body aching to see his boyfriend.

Jeno fidgeted in the backseat of the black agency’s car as it made its way through the streets. By Jeno’s side, Mark was talking to him about… something, probably his schedule for the next few days, but Jeno wasn’t listening. He nodded absentmindedly a few times, leaving a small mental note to text Mark later to ask for a heads up on his schedule, with the excuse that he was “too tired from the flight” on his way home to register what his manager was saying.

The second the car pulled into his driveway, Jeno grabbed his bag and jumped out before the vehicle could even come to a full stop. Mark barely had time to finish his sentence before Jeno slammed the door shut, showing him his best smile and waving at the car as it drove away. Mark would deal with that. Jeno hoped so.

Well, he had more important things to do, like getting inside, showering as fast as possible, and rushing to Jaemin’s apartment. His fingers flew over his phone’s screen, calling Jaemin’s number as he walked up the driveway, not even bothering to look at the garage, completely missing the black Audi parked next to Jeno’s military green Jeep. Jaemin didn’t pick up the call, and Jeno thought he was probably still working, besides being past 7 pm already.

Jeno unlocked the front door with his fingerprint, being welcomed by the dark and dead silence from his living room. As he made his way upstairs, two stairs at a time, he spammed Jaemin with messages, while trying to multitask and pulling his hoodie above his head.

‘jaemie! i just got back home!!’

‘i need to see u can i go to your place?’

‘can we have dinner tgt?? do u want me to pick u up at the bank? let me knowww’

He pushed open his bedroom door, yanking off his shirt and kicking off his sneakers, eager to get in the shower. But then, he froze as he noticed something.

The lights from his bedroom were on.

And Jaemin was sitting on the bed, laptop resting on his thighs, absorbed in whatever he was reading. It seemed Jaemin had just gotten out of the office, as he wore a white buttoned shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a slightly loosened black necktie, dark dress pants, and his signature glasses. His hair was slicked back with gel, which made Jeno wonder if Jaemin had had an important meeting early that day.

Jeno’s eyes widened, and he felt his heart stop beating for a second. “Jaemie!” he shouted, as a wave of relief, happiness, and sheer disbelief washed over him.

Jaemin looked up, frowning slightly at the sight of Jeno half-undressed and standing in front of him like he’d just seen a ghost. Then, the corners of his lips lifted. “Oh, superstar. You’re finally back", he said softly. Jeno didn’t waste another second, launching himself onto the bed, ignoring Jaemin’s protests. “Wait, you’re going to hurt yourself— Jeno, my laptop—”

Too late.

Jeno landed on top of him, wrapping his arms around Jaemin like a lifeline. Jaemin huffed out a laugh, barely managing to set his laptop aside before Jeno buried his face into his chest.

“I was trying to call you to see if I could go to your apartment to see you, but you didn’t answer me! And you were here the whole time?” Jeno mumbled against Jaemin’s expensive shirt, his voice muffled but laced with pure joy.

“Sorry for that, my phone ran out of battery. I put it on the charger as soon as I got here so I could talk to you,” Jaemin replied, brushing his fingers through Jeno’s hair. “I couldn’t pick you up at the airport, so I thought of making a small surprise.”

Jeno squeezed his eyes shut, inhaling Jaemin’s scent deeply. He smelled like home. “I missed you so much. I thought I was going to die,” Jeno said, sniffling.

Jaemin laughed softly at Jeno’s dramatic demeanor. “I missed you too, Jeno. I asked to leave the office early and continue working from home so I could wait for you here,” his voice was steady and tranquil as always, but Jeno could feel Jaemin’s heart racing beneath his ear.

Jeno pulled back just enough to look at him, his eyes searching for Jaemin’s face as if memorizing every detail all over again. Now that they were together, Jeno felt like it was his first time seeing Jaemin’s face. He was the most beautiful person in the world. Coming from someone who had traveled all around the globe.

“Tell me about the tour. How was it? Did you enjoy it?” Jaemin asked, running his hands on Jeno’s back.

There was too much to say, too many stories to tell. The concerts, the places he visited, the food, the fans… and, most importantly, how Jaemin never left his mind for a single second. Jeno wanted to run downstairs and grab his suitcase to give Jaemin the souvenirs he had carefully picked for him. He wanted to unlock his phone and show Jaemin all the pictures he had taken and videos he recorded during that month. But, instead, he gazed at Jaemin for a moment longer before deciding on a different way to express himself.

He pressed his lips against Jaemin’s with urgency, the kiss filled with everything Jeno couldn’t put into words. He poured every bit of emotion into it—how much he had missed him, how much he had thought of him, how much he needed Jaemin.

Jaemin responded immediately, pressing closer and cupping Jeno’s face. His fingers traced soothing circles against Jeno’s jaw, the tips of his thumbs reaching Jeno’s neck. Jeno was hit by a sudden heatwave as Jaemin parted his lips just enough to welcome Jeno’s tongue with his.

Jeno tried sending a message to his brain that he needed to calm down and take things slowly, but somehow it got lost in the way. He clumsily placed one hand on the bed beside Jaemin to ground him, but their teeth clashed with the intensity of the kiss. Jaemin didn’t mind and bit Jeno’s bottom lip, slowly lying on the bed and pulling Jeno with him.

Jeno put his hand under Jaemin’s head and grabbed a pillow for his boyfriend. “Jaemie…” Jeno mumbled, untying Jaemin’s necktie and throwing it on the floor with his free hand. He then tried to unbutton Jaemin’s shirt, but for some reason, there were so many buttons, and they were unusually hard to undo too. Feeling a drop of sweat roll down his spine with nervousness, Jeno gave up after successfully unbuttoning the two on the top. That was enough for what Jeno was aiming for. As Jeno’s lips met Jaemin’s neck, the elder closed his eyes and pulled his head back, showing the path to Jeno.

Jeno kissed Jaemin’s jawline slowly, taking a deep breath before nudging his nose against Jaemin’s neck. Jaemin took off his glasses, leaving them on the nightstand, and Jeno felt his mouth dry because that simple movement always felt too sexy.

Jeno’s lips trembled before kissing Jaemin’s neck, as he had been dreaming about that for weeks. He had lost count of how many times during the tour he imagined touching, kissing, biting, and licking Jaemin’s sensitive neck, not only because he liked that, but because he anticipated Jaemin’s reaction every time. Jeno saw Jaemin getting chills as he planted kisses all over his collar and licked his collarbone, tasting Jaemin’s skin.

Jaemin ran his palms over Jeno’s shoulders and arms, and Jeno instinctively flexed his muscles. Jaemin squeezed Jeno’s biceps and enveloped Jeno’s shoulders again, keeping him close as Jeno sucked on his neck, not ashamed of the wet sounds leaving his mouth as he did so. Jeno pressed his lips near Jaemin’s Adam’s apple and felt the bump moving when Jaemin gulped, enjoying that a bit too much.

Jeno pulled back slightly, just to be rewarded with the view of Jaemin with his eyes shut, red marks all over the area exposed by Jaemin’s usual not-so-revealing clothes, chest going up and down frantically. Jeno knew that messing with Jaemin like that was enough to make his boyfriend hard, so he placed his right leg between Jaemin’s legs and lay down, feeling Jaemin’s bulge against his own.

“Jaemie,” Jeno said, and Jaemin opened his eyes to look at him. “If I keep playing with you like this…” Jeno ran his finger on Jaemin’s jawline, making the elder shudder. “Will you come for me?”

Jaemin grumbled at the question and held Jeno’s hand. “I’m not coming just by that,” he muttered, and Jeno smiled at his reaction. Of course, he didn’t want Jaemin to have an orgasm just by playing with his neck. Maybe another day.

“Hum…” Jeno subtly moved his hips in a circular motion, rubbing their clothed crotch together. Jeno’s erection was already aching because of the cargo pants he was wearing, so he could only imagine how Jaemin must have been feeling underneath his classy dress pants. Unable to control himself, Jeno started slowly humping on Jaemin’s thigh. It felt good—besides the several layers of clothes, knowing his cock was in contact with the real Jaemin, and not just a fantasy of him, made Jeno moan under his breath.

Jeno licked his lips and felt his ears getting hot when he looked down at his boyfriend again. “Hyung,” he called, and Jaemin raised an eyebrow at him when he heard the word since it was the first time in a while. “You look insanely hot right now.”

Jaemin laughed, and his whole body shuddered under Jeno again. “What? Out of nowhere?”

“No, it’s because… your clothes. And your hair. Did you have an important event today or something?” Jeno asked, brushing his fingers against Jaemin’s hair strands.

“Just a meeting with some wealthy clients,” Jaemin said. “But seeing my boyfriend was by far the most important event of the day,” he added, smirking.

“Ah…” Jeno buried his face on Jaemin’s shoulder, unable to control himself. “Then… since you got all dressed up already, maybe… Can we keep this?” Jeno asked, lifting his head and running his palm on Jaemin’s chest on top of his shirt.

“Are you sure you aren’t asking this just because you struggled to unbutton it earlier?” Jaemin pointed at the only two buttons Jeno had managed to undo before. Damn it. How was he able to notice everything?

“Jaemie…” Jeno nagged, pouting at the comment. “That’s not the reason. You’re just really really sexy right now.”

Jaemin smiled and nodded, agreeing with Jeno’s suggestion. Jeno kissed Jaemin’s lips again, eager to keep going, and touched his own cock, which was hurting due to the erection.

Jaemin, still kissing Jeno, slowly pulled down the waistband of Jeno’s pants and boxers, and the idol hurriedly took off his remaining clothes, being hit by a sudden cold breeze on his private parts. But the sensation didn’t last long, as Jaemin’s warm hand enveloped Jeno’s cock in an instant, thumbing the slit to spread the precum over the tip.

A groan left Jeno’s throat when Jaemin started jerking him off, applying just the necessary amount of pressure. Jeno responded by sucking Jaemin’s tongue, instinctively following Jaemin’s hand movement with his hips. Jaemin’s other hand squeezed Jeno’s right pec, using his fingertips to pinch his nipple, and Jeno felt his head dizzy for a moment.

Jaemin stopped for a second to pull the bottom of his shirt out of his pants and pressed Jeno’s cock on his stomach. The elder placed his other hand on Jeno’s waist, indicating Jeno should keep moving his hips, but Jeno stopped immediately. “Hnng, Jaemie, no—” Jeno protested. “You’ll get your clothes dirty like that!”

“Huh?” Jaemin asked, confused, and Jeno gulped when he noticed Jaemin’s massive bulge. Jaemin started saying something, presenting Jeno with arguments as to why it was fine for him to do that and how he wanted to feel Jeno’s cock, and Jeno’s mind short-circuited. Then, Jeno’s body reacted. If someone asked him, not even he would be able to explain what exactly crossed his mind before doing that. But Jaemin took roughly 0.512 seconds to—correctly—deduce the logic behind Jeno’s actions:

The first statement was ‘I want to have sex with Jaemin in this outfit’, followed by ‘I don’t want Jaemin’s clothes to get dirty’. The counterpart was ‘I don’t know how to unbutton Jaemin’s shirt’. So, the logical conclusion, in Jeno’s mind, was ‘I’ll just tear his shirt apart’.

So, Jeno decided to simply force Jaemin’s shirt open, until those damn buttons were sent flying in the air, and Jaemin now had a completely ruined (but clean) shirt and an exposed torso. Jaemin couldn’t do anything but laugh, but Jeno didn’t even register what he had done. Instead, he immediately ran his hands on Jaemin’s chest and abs, like he was hypnotized by the image of his boyfriend’s perfect body and lowered down to kiss Jaemin’s stomach. He ran his nose on Jaemin’s chest and carefully licked his nipple, savoring the moment.

Jaemin wrapped his hand around Jeno’s cock once more, making sure to spread all the precum on his fingers as he did so. Jeno trembled and whimpered at the sensation, reminding himself he shouldn’t come just by that. But Jaemin pumped Jeno only a few times before releasing his cock again.

“Jeno,” he called, and Jeno stopped sucking Jaemin’s nipple to look at him.

“Yes?”

“Open your mouth,” Jaemin said, and Jeno obeyed without a second thought. “Suck,” he ordered, inserting his index and middle fingers, sticky because of Jeno’s precum, in Jeno’s mouth. Again, the idol obeyed without complaining, sucking Jaemin’s fingers with avidity, moving his tongue alongside Jaemin’s desire, never breaking eye contact.

Jaemin used his free hand to unzip his pants and give his throbbing cock minimal freedom. Jeno kept sucking Jaemin’s fingers, rolling his tongue around them, imagining his fingers were something else Jeno wanted inside his mouth. Once Jaemin was satisfied, he calmly pulled his fingers out of Jeno’s mouth, a wet trail of saliva hanging between Jeno’s parted lips and Jaemin’s hand.

“Good boy,” Jaemin praised, making Jeno wonder for a second if it was possible for him to come with just two words.

Jaemin opened the first drawer of the nightstand and grabbed a lube tube. He squeezed the product on his hands and motioned for Jeno to move up on the bed, so his knees were placed on the sides of Jaemin’s hips, Jeno’s hands resting near Jaemin’s head. Jeno lowered his torso to kiss Jaemin, shutting his eyes as he felt Jaemin nudging his entrance with his middle finger.

“Relax, baby,” Jaemin said in a soothing voice, and, again, Jeno followed what Jaemin told him. Jeno had lost count of how many times he had rubbed one out thinking of Jaemin the past few weeks, but he hadn’t touched his hole once. For some reason, he didn’t feel the urge to touch himself like that to meet his ‘physical needs’. Also, he wanted to save that for when he was with Jaemin only. After teasing for a bit, Jaemin slid one finger inside with difficulty, despite the copious amount of lube Jaemin had on his hands, and Jeno’s breath hitched. “Oh? It’s even tighter than I remember,” Jaemin murmured.

“Because I was saving it for you,” Jeno said, and the whole sentence sounded like a loud whimper leaving Jeno’s mouth.

“Really?” Jaemin kissed Jeno once more, looking at him in awe. “How cute…”

“Ah…” Jeno bit his lip when he felt Jaemin moving inside him, stretching his hole enough to add another finger. It was still a bit painful for Jeno, but he endured it because he knew Jaemin would make him feel good afterward.

Above everything, Jaemin was a very patient man. Somehow, he was still with his underwear on, and when Jeno slid his hand under the waistband, he felt a wet and sticky patch on his boxers. Jaemin gulped after having his cock touched for the first time in a while, but continued focusing on Jeno’s hole, inserting a third finger and gradually thrusting and exploring his insides, searching for Jeno’s spot.

Jeno pulled down Jaemin’s underwear and made the best use of his long fingers to envelop both their warm cocks together, hastily moving his hand up and down. Unlike Jaemin, Jeno wasn’t patient at all. Jaemin groaned at the sudden rapid pace and pressed his fingers down, prodding Jeno's prostate as a way to punish him, and making the idol’s grip falter. Jeno arched his back, and Jaemin tried his best to move his wrist in the position they were in, feeling Jeno’s hole gripping around him.

When he considered Jeno ready, Jaemin pulled his fingers out and placed his hands on Jeno’s shoulders, swiftly changing their positions and pinning Jeno down. Jeno watched Jaemin as the elder stood near the bed and pumped his cock a few times. Putting up with Jeno’s wish, Jaemin still had his shirt on, alongside his dress pants, lowered until the middle of his thighs. Jaemin’s hair was messy now, and Jeno thought he had never looked so beautiful.

Jaemin quickly opened the first drawer from the nightstand and grabbed a condom, tearing it open with his teeth. As Jaemin rolled the condom down his cock, Jeno held his legs slightly up, providing Jaemin with a clear view of Jeno’s hole twitching as if begging for him to put it in already. Jaemin grabbed the lube tube once more and spread it on his cock. He held Jeno’s buttcheeks apart and nudged the tip of his cock against Jeno’s entrance, getting a soft moan from the younger in return. “I’ll put it in now.”

Jeno nodded, apparently incapable of saying anything, and Jaemin, unable to wait any longer, pushed his cock inside Jeno in one go. Jeno gasped when he felt Jaemin spreading him apart, grasping Jaemin’s shirt tightly. Jaemin didn’t move for a few seconds, and all Jeno could hear was his heartbeats in his ears and Jaemin’s heavy breathing. Jaemin gave Jeno time to get used to his size while massaging Jeno’s arm.

“Does it hurt, baby? I’m sorry,” Jaemin said, gently caressing Jeno’s thighs and using his fingertips to lightly brush against Jeno’s exposed cock. Jeno held his breath for a moment, trying to focus on Jaemin’s voice and the warmth of his touch. “Are you alright, Jen?”

“Yeah… It doesn’t hurt anymore,” Jeno said, feeling the pain transforming into pleasure. After hearing that, Jaemin started moving slowly to adjust himself inside Jeno, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over him as he pulled out slightly before sticking his cock in again.

“Superstar…” Jaemin murmured, breathing heavily and lowering his torso, shoving his cock entirely inside Jeno’s hole, until his balls were pressing against Jeno’s entrance. Jeno bit the inner side of his cheeks at the sudden move, and his whole body trembled when the tip of Jaemin’s cock nudged against the flat texture of his prostate. A loud moan left Jeno’s mouth, and Jaemin shut their lips together, devouring Jeno’s whimpers.

After getting over the shock, Jeno wrapped his legs around Jaemin’s hips, bringing him even closer, self-conscious of how his whole body temperature had risen, feeling his neck and face completely hot. Jaemin ran his fingers through Jeno’s hair, drenched from sweat, while biting Jeno’s bottom lip and moving his hips frantically, his cock being enveloped by Jeno every time.

And then, Jaemin felt something vibrating on his wrist at the same time a sudden light appeared on top of the nightstand, where he had put his cell phone to charge. Jaemin frowned and looked at his wristwatch, promptly recognizing the name of a compliance director from the bank. Jaemin’s eyes went from his watch to Jeno to his phone on the table next to him, buzzing with the sudden call. After taking half a second to consider all the possibilities and implications, Jaemin gave Jeno a quick kiss before grabbing his phone, not stopping thrusting for even a second.

“Puppy, can you please stay quiet for a second for me? Don’t make any sound, ok?”

“W-wait—” Jeno tried stopping Jaemin, but it was too late. Jeno watched, in complete shock, as Jaemin accepted the call while he was still inside him.

“Good evening, Director Choi”, Jaemin said, with an impressively controlled and composed tone, considering he was railing his boyfriend on the bed right in front of him.

Jeno used his arm to cover his eyes, trying to control himself, and heard another male voice coming from Jaemin’s phone. ‘Evening, Jaemin. Sorry for calling at this hour, I hope I’m not interrupting anything important.’

Jaemin glanced at Jeno, struggling to keep his mouth shut, and dared to smirk. “Well… I am kind of busy right now, but what’s the matter?”

‘I’ll be quick. I was hoping you to review a flagged position in one of your client portfolios. Compliance ran an internal audit today, and there’s a potential conflict of interest tied to a recent investment.’

Jeno stopped paying attention to whatever they were talking about. He needed to focus 101% of his attention on not screaming while Jaemin was balls deep inside him, pulling his cock almost entirely before shoving it in Jeno’s hole again, and again, without changing his tone, not even for a second.

“Which portfolio are we talking about?” Jaemin asked, and when Jeno let a small whimper leave his lips, he used his free hand to brush against Jeno’s bottom lip, as if telling him to keep quiet. “So, it could look like he had insider knowledge about the merger before it was announced?” Jaemin asked again, wrapping his hand around Jeno’s cock, which was bouncing in the air between them with each of Jaemin’s thrusts, making noises when it hit Jeno’s stomach. “Was the investment discretionary or advisory?” How was Jaemin able to even think while they were doing that? Jeno had no idea.

Jeno started breathing heavily and had to bite his lip with all his strength and will to stop himself from groaning as Jaemin jerked him off again. Jeno tried giving his best ‘betrayal’ look in Jaemin’s direction because there was no way he wasn’t doing that on purpose now. “Then we can argue that the decision was based purely on financial metrics and market analysis.” Jamin gazed at Jeno and smiled, enjoying the scene and the situation.

He lowered his torso again, bringing his face—and phone—near Jeno’s lips. He was too close now, and any sound Jeno made would be heard on the other side of the line. “I’ll put together a report then. Tomorrow morning? Yes, I’ll have it ready,” Jaemin’s lips brushed against Jeno’s as he said that, and Jeno pouted, practically begging for a kiss. The wet and noisy type, preferably. “But I’ll be busy the whole night, Director Choi. Can you tell the others not to contact me today anymore?”

Jeno shut his eyes, threw his head back, and bit his own forearm when he felt Jaemin consistently hitting his prostate and stroking the most sensitive spot on his cock at the same time. Tears were forming in Jeno’s eyes, and he couldn’t even whine because his workaholic boyfriend was an actual freak. Even if Jeno was trying his best not to make any noise, and he didn’t remember when was the last time he had put so much effort into something, there was no fucking way ‘Director Choi’ wasn’t hearing the lewd and filthy sounds coming from Jeno and Jaemin’s merger.

“Understood,” Jaemin said, and Jeno grabbed Jaemin’s hair, knowing he was close. “I’ll get back to work now.” The second Jaemin hung up, carelessly throwing his phone on the bed, Jeno was already kissing him desperately, getting the familiar frenzied feeling in his stomach with one last violent movement of Jaemin’s hips. Jeno’s whole body jerked with the orgasm, and his release burst out of his cock, hitting Jaemin’s hand first and soaking down his shirt. Jeno was especially loud this time, to compensate for being silenced moments before that, and a weirdly satisfying guttural sound left his throat as Jaemin kept thrusting inside him a few more times.

Jeno’s body relaxed after the orgasm, and his hole started gripping up and down Jaemin’s cock, still fully erect inside him. Jaemin’s muscles tensed up, and he placed his hands on Jeno’s chest to ground him as his cock throbbed in Jeno’s hole, breathing heavily as he came as well.

Jeno felt the pleasant and distinct sensation of something warm spilling inside him, even if Jaemin had a condom on. Jaemin’s breath was still erratic when he attempted to pull it out, but Jeno wrapped his arms around Jaemin before he could do so.

“Hyung…” Jeno murmured. “Where are you going? Stay a bit more here with me,” he said, looking up at Jaemin, getting a chuckle from the other in return.

“Alright, baby,” Jaemin’s head dropped onto Jeno’s shoulder. He kissed Jeno’s clavicle, recovering his breath. “Just let me… throw this away so I can hug you properly, huh?

Jeno pouted but allowed Jaemin to pull his cock out, feeling a sudden emptiness inside him. Jaemin carefully removed the condom, tied the tip, and opened the drawer from the nightstand again to grab a tissue box. Jeno watched as Jaemin got himself cleaned and got rid of his now dirty and messed-up clothes. Jaemin carefully cleaned Jeno as well, kissing his abdomen as he did so, and put the dirty tissues and condom inside a plastic bag on the floor.

Once he was done, Jaemin lay down next to Jeno, who hugged his boyfriend tightly and kissed his cheek several times. “Hyung… I missed you.”

“I missed you too, superstar,” Jaemin cupped Jeno’s face and smiled. Jaemin’s cheeks were tinted pink, and a few strands of his hair were sticking to his forehead due to sweat. He was so pretty.

“But why did you do that? That… why did you pick up the call?!”, Jeno urged, his voice slightly hoarse. “You could have lost your job…”

Jaemin chuckled and rolled on the bed, still hugging Jeno. “I trusted you would stay quiet.”

“Well, I think you have more trust in me than myself,” Jeno said, frowning. “I almost lost control… many times. Do you think he heard something?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Jaemin was still smiling, and Jeno realized he must be really happy because it was rare for him to keep smiling for that long. “It’s alright, don’t worry about it. I just picked up the call because I knew it was probably important.”

Jeno sighed and brushed their noses together, pouting. “What was it about, though? Are you handling potentially illegal financial activities?”

Jaemin laughed and shook his head. “No, no one did anything illegal. Sometimes investments can look suspicious if there’s a connection between the investor and the company.”

“Hum…” Jeno rested his head on the pillow and poked Jaemin’s cheek. “That sounds complicated. And stressful. I don’t know how you do it.”

“Says the guy who performs in front of thousands of people and deals with insane schedules”, Jaemin said, raising an eyebrow.

“Still. Do you have a report to write now? That was the only part I managed to pay attention to,” Jeno sniffled, and Jaemin seemed to consider that for a second.

“Aren’t you exhausted anyway from the tour? Why don’t you go to sleep to recover?”

“Ah…” Jeno wasn’t exactly tired. Well, maybe he was a bit tired. But he couldn’t even think of sleeping when he was lying down naked next to his extremely hot boyfriend. Jeno looked down, and Jaemin followed his eyes, and both stared at Jeno’s cock, slowly coming back to life and starting to poke Jaemin’s belly. “If you really need to write that presentation, I’ll just… finish in the shower,” Jeno said, sounding way more defeated than he had anticipated.

“How can you be hard again? You just came,” Jaemin straightforwardly commented, and Jeno felt his ears getting hot.

“Jaemie! It’s been several minutes already! It’s also probably because… I’m young… and have a lot of stamina... and all of that. You know?”

Jaemin furrowed his eyebrows when he heard that, and Jeno had to stop himself from giggling. The eldest scratched the nape of his neck and studied Jeno’s face for a few seconds. “It’s still early, and I won’t need that much time to finish the presentation. Seeing my boyfriend happy and satisfied after being away is way more important.”

Jeno’s face lit up with Jaemin’s words, and his dick had a corresponding reaction. “Really?!”

“But I’m still soft. I guess I’m not as youthful as you after all”, Jaemin said, sighing. “You can top this time.”

Jeno couldn’t contain his smile, already imagining Jaemin’s warm and soft insides hugging his cock. Jeno knew Jaemin had a preference for topping, but, for him, any position was fine as long as they were doing it together. Jeno happily kissed Jaemin again, sliding his tongue between Jaemin’s lips with no resistance.

Jaemin was naked now, which meant Jeno had plenty of room to touch and caress and squeeze as he wished. He started with Jaemin’s shoulders, biceps, and forearms, feeling Jaemin’s silky and smooth skin. Then, he placed his hand under Jaemin’s armpit, squeezing it, getting an unsatisfied grunt in return. Jaemin started touching Jeno’s now fully erect cock, one hand rubbing it up and down, and the other fondling his balls. Jeno’s hands naturally found their way to Jaemin’s chest, using two fingers to pinch Jaemin’s nipples. Jaemin moaned and sucked on Jeno’s tongue as Jeno rolled his nipples between his thumbs and index fingers.

Jeno rubbed his nose against Jaemin’s neck, inhaling deeply before kissing the elder’s collarbone softly once more. He resisted the urge to passionately use his mouth and fingers on Jaemin’s neck again, since that whole area was already full of red marks, and Jeno didn’t want Jaemin to get in trouble at his workplace.

Jaemin increased the pace of his fist wrapped around Jeno, and the youngster moaned near Jaemin’s ear, sucking on his earlobe. Jeno then curiously looked down and placed his right palm on Jaemin’s abdomen, the fingertip of his middle finger touching the base of Jaemin’s cock. “Hyung, look,” Jeno said, his voice muffled against Jaemin’s neck.

“Huh?” Jaemin asked, slowing down and looking at Jeno’s hand.

“When I’m inside you… My cock fills you until here,” he said, massaging Jaemin’s abs. “Isn’t it amazing how you can take it?” Jeno whispered, and Jaemin’s ears got red with the comment. The first time they had sex, Jaemin stopped and stared at Jeno’s cock for a whole minute before telling him with a straight face ‘It’s massive. It’s going to tear me apart’, which was probably the reason for Jaemin to prefer not bottoming for Jeno. Still, every time they did it, he babbled about how amazing it felt to be fucked by him.

Jaemin took a deep breath and stroked the tip of Jeno’s cock, which was already dripping wet. Then, using his palm, he placed Jeno’s member between his thighs, closing them right after. Jeno’s breath hitched with the sensation of being enveloped by Jaemin’s tender thighs. Jaemin had very muscular legs, but his thighs still had just the perfect amount of fat and softness. Jaemin started moving his hips, creating friction between Jeno’s cock and his skin, making Jeno groan.

“Ah… Hyung, t-turn around,” Jeno asked, and Jaemin did so, turning around on the bed so he was back-facing Jeno, and opened his legs just slightly for Jeno to place his cock between them again. Then, he shut them together, and Jeno felt the inner sides of Jaemin’s thighs already wet with Jeno’s precum. Jeno placed his hand on Jaemin’s waist and started moving his hips while kissing Jaemin’s nape and licking the back of his ear, vigorously thrusting between his boyfriend’s legs.

After a few minutes, he figured Jaemin was starting to feel uncomfortable with the position, as his inner thighs were probably starting to hurt, so Jeno stopped and put his hands on Jaemin’s abdomen to indicate he should get on all fours. Jaemin rested his head on the pillow and got on his knees in front of Jeno, sticking his butt out.

Jeno licked his lips and kissed the inner sides of Jaemin’s thighs twice, noticing how red and hot they were. Jaemin winced at that, so Jeno decided to leave that part of his boyfriend’s body untouched for a while. Instead, he focused on massaging Jaemin’s ass, sliding one hand down Jaemin’s butt crack.

“Hyung, you’re so hot…” Jeno mumbled, getting his face near Jaemin’s ass and sticking his tongue out, nudging it against Jaemin’s entrance. Jaemin tried his best not to move as Jeno licked his hole a few times before spreading Jaemin’s buttcheeks apart and inserting his tongue. Jeno got a muffled moan in return and started moving his tongue in circles inside Jaemin, trying to go through every spot.

Jeno pulled out and easily slid one finger in, watching Jaemin envelop his own cock with his hand, stroking it softly, still moaning against the pillow. He inserted one more digit and tried spreading his fingers to prepare Jaemin’s hole in the best way he could. “Hyung, do you like it? Does it hurt? Or does it feel good?” He asked, bending his fingers down just slightly because he knew Jaemin liked it that way.

“Good”, Jaemin limited himself to say, and Jeno wrapped his other hand around Jaemin’s now hard cock too, getting a grunt in return.

“Hyung, did you jack off thinking of me while I was away?” Jeno curiously asked, thumbing Jaemin’s slit and seeing Jaemin getting chills all over his body. “Tell me. Did you come thinking of me? Because I did… I couldn’t stop thinking of you,” Jeno whispered. “Every time I was alone, I’d…”

“Enough, Jeno,” Jaemin interrupted, and Jeno pouted again. He didn’t want to annoy Jaemin, he was just into a bit of dirty talk during sex. But before he could tell him that, Jaemin pulled Jeno’s fingers out without changing his position. “Your cock. Now,” he said, firmly.

Jeno’s cock throbbed in response, begging to be inside Jaemin, and he hurriedly opened the drawer to look for a condom. He grabbed the first one he saw and tore the package apart, stroking his cock a few times before rolling down the condom.

And then, Jaemin heard a ‘pop’ sound, and Jeno muttered a tiny ‘Ah, man!’, and he immediately knew what had happened. It wasn’t exactly an unusual occurrence. Jeno was too big, and his hands were too rough. Jaemin waited still for Jeno to pick another condom so they could continue, his hole twitching as he imagined being filled by Jeno’s massive dick. Soon. Anytime.

After a few seconds of hearing Jeno roughly opening and closing the drawers repeatedly, Jaemin frowned, impatient, and sat down to look at Jeno. “Shit,” Jeno whined, being hit by the realization that the only thing that could have gone wrong that night had happened.

They were out of condoms.

That was Jeno’s worst nightmare coming to life because Jaemin was a big advocate of using condoms. Jeno didn’t mind. But Jaemin? He was too virtuous for that. “We… we’re out of condoms,” he finally managed to say, hearing his own defeated voice.

Jaemin took a deep breath before sighing loudly. “What happened to the others? Didn’t we buy a whole pack last time?”

“Yeah, but… we used most of them last time too! And I didn’t get to buy more since I wasn’t here,” Jeno cried out. His mind rushed, trying to come up with possibilities. He could leave to buy a pack of condoms, but it would take at least twenty minutes for him to get dressed, drive to the nearest drugstore, buy the condoms, and come back. He knew Jaemin would be too focused on his report by the time he was back for them to do anything. “It’s ok! Hand job, blowjob, thigh… job. I’m okay with anything!”, Jeno said, not wanting to give up yet. And he wasn’t lying because he absolutely loved everything about Jaemin’s body, so that wouldn’t be an issue for him.

Jaemin, however, had something else in mind. He grunted and went back to the position he was in, spreading his cheeks apart and practically hitting Jeno in the face with the angelic view of his exposed asshole. “Just do it without the condom. I’m too… It’s fine. Just do it.”

Jeno felt his whole body in heat after hearing that. He couldn’t believe those words had just left his boyfriend’s mouth. “W-wait, hyung. Are you sure? We never—”

“Jeno, do it now before I change my mind,” Jaemin blurted out, and Jeno, with no hesitation, spat on his right hand and spread the saliva on his length, which was twitching with anticipation. Jeno got on his knees on the bed behind Jaemin and nudged the tip of his cock on the entrance, telling himself he should do that quickly before Jaemin came back to his senses and stopped him.

“Hyung, I’m going in now,” Jeno said, sweat dripping down his back. “Tell me if it hurts and if you want me to stop, ok? I’ll take it out before—”

Instead of responding, Jaemin moved his ass in Jeno’s direction, pressing his hole against the head of Jeno’s cock. Jeno’s breath hitched, and he placed one hand on the base of his dick, slowly watching his cock being swallowed by Jaemin.

“Ah, fuck… fuck, fuck,” Jeno cried out, closing his eyes for a moment. It wasn't that different being inside Jaemin without a condom, but it was like Jeno could feel things more intensely. Jaemin’s warmth and tightness, the feeling of wet skin engulfing him, all of that intensified to the point that Jeno already felt like coming again by simply putting it in.

Jaemin bit his tongue as he felt Jeno’s dick entering him, filling each millimeter of his insides and taking away the air in his lungs. Jeno remained still for a few seconds, breathing heavily, but soon started moving his hips in a circular motion, moaning loudly when Jaemin followed him.

“Hyung…” Jeno called, and Jaemin felt his stomach twisting when he heard Jeno’s mellow voice. “I want to make you feel so good,” Jeno gave one strong thrust, and Jaemin buried his face in the pillow, practically feeling Jeno’s cock nudging the base of his stomach with how deep he was. “Do you like it? Hum?”

Jaemin could only mutter a weak “yeah” in a raspy voice. It was clear Jeno got extra talkative when he was topping, whilst Jaemin got extra quiet when he was bottoming. That was simply because Jaemin couldn’t pay attention to what Jeno was saying. He could only think of Jeno’s thickness spreading his walls apart, Jeno’s balls poking his ass, and Jeno’s cock pressing his prostate. Jaemin’s eyes rolled when Jeno practically removed his cock completely before driving into him again in one go, making Jaemin’s legs weak.

Jeno lowered his body, gluing his chest to Jaemin’s back and kissing his nape. He put his hand on Jaemin’s abs to ground him and throbbed when he felt the pressure caused by his own cock inside Jaemin, imagining Jaemin’s spot being hit on with every thrust of his hips. “Hyung, you’re so quiet… but you’re enjoying it, right? Does it feel so good you can’t say anything? Huh?” Jeno asked, nibbling Jaemin’s shoulder.

With one powerful thrust, Jaemin collapsed on the bed, unable to keep his arms and legs steady, but Jeno managed to stop himself before he fell on top of Jaemin. Jeno massaged Jaemin’s back and touched Jaemin’s chin so he could see his face. Jaemin had drowsy eyes but was still conscious, so he licked Jaemin’s bottom lip before kissing him lovingly.

“Hyung, was I too rough? Do you want to keep going? Did I hurt you?” Jeno asked, trying to pull his cock out to lie down next to Jaemin. The elder stopped him from doing so, throwing a leg over Jeno to get on top of him instead. Jeno looked up, his face heating up as he watched Jaemin take a deep breath before sitting on his lap, Jeno’s dick entering him again. Jeno groaned at the sensation, and Jaemin ran his hands on Jeno’s chest, squeezing it at the same time he moved on top of Jeno.

“Do you like this position, hyung? Do you wanna ride me?” Jeno said in amazement as Jaemin started bouncing on him. Jeno wasn’t sure if Jaemin was even listening to him, as he had stopped answering him several minutes ago, but he noticed Jaemin’s cock twitched every time he used the word ‘hyung’. Jeno knew it was a big turn-on for him when they were fucking so, of course, he would continue using it. “Hyung… ah… you’re taking me so well. You’re so fucking tight. I missed you so much, you have no idea,” Jeno reached out to hold Jaemin’s face, feeling Jaemin’s soft skin on his fingertips.

The only sounds leaving Jaemin’s mouth were moans and babbles about something Jeno couldn't identify, but those were enough for Jeno. He wrapped his hand around Jaemin’s cock, applying more pressure with each of Jaemin’s bounces, while Jaemin placed his hands on both sides of Jeno’s head and kissed him, leaving it for him to finish. Jeno immediately parted his lips to welcome Jaemin’s tongue with his, bucking his hips to thrust again.

“Hyung, Jaemin hyung… fuck… please, let me come inside”, Jeno said, separating his lips just slightly, his voice cracking as he did so. “Please, please, I’ll do whatever you want later. I promise. Hum?” Jeno knew he was close, as he felt a strong pressure on his abdomen and crotch, but he didn’t want to pull away. Jaemin appeared too busy messily kissing Jeno’s face to answer him.

Jeno kept thrusting hectically, feeling his heartbeats in his ears, waiting as long as he could for Jaemin’s answer. The last thing he wanted was to upset Jaemin when he had already been given the blessing of fucking him without a condom. On the other hand, the thing he wanted the most now was to fill Jaemin to the brim with his cum.

“Hyung? Please?” Jeno’s voice cracked again, and he knew it was embarrassing and pathetic, but he couldn’t help it. “Inside, please.” He was practically begging now. “Jaemin hyung?” Still no answer.

Jeno held Jaemin by his waist to keep him still as he sank his cock into Jaemin. ‘Is he teasing me? Is he punishing me?’, Jeno asked himself, tears forming in his eyes as Jaemin bit Jeno’s shoulder and hugged his neck, getting impossibly closer to Jeno… until he couldn’t take it anymore.

Jeno threw his head back and groaned when he hit the orgasm with one final push, burying his fingers in Jaemin’s skin and pressing Jaemin down on his lap. Jeno’s cum spurted out of his cock, stuffing Jaemin’s insides and making him tremble at the sensation. Jeno still thrusted sloppily a few times, his hot seed gushing out and overflowing Jaemin’s hole. At the same time the liquid stopped pouring from Jeno’s cock, tears started flowing down his face, and he covered his eyes with his hands, unable to believe he had come inside Jaemin without his permission.

Meanwhile, Jaemin was practically in another reality. He closed his eyes, drinking in the sensation of Jeno cramming him, his cum dripping out, no matter how hard Jaemin clenched, trying to keep it all in. Jaemin started stroking his cock again, knowing he wouldn’t need much to come now.

Then, he heard Jeno’s voice bringing him back to reality. Jaemin had stopped processing whatever Jeno was saying a long time ago because of how delirious he was when Jeno started pounding his cock inside him. Jaemin could only hear Jeno’s whimpers, moans, and occasional calls of ‘hyung’, which turned him on even more. But when Jaemin looked down at Jeno, he noticed his boyfriend was sobbing, arms crossed in front of his face, tears leaving a wet trail on his cheeks.

Jaemin’s eyes widened, and Jeno blurted out with a shaking voice, “H-hyung, I’m sorry… I came inside... because it felt so good”, he sniffled, and Jaemin’s cock reacted to Jeno’s words. “I couldn’t control myself, I’m so sorry.”

“Jeno…” Jaemin called, his voice hoarse, and Jeno put his arms down to look at him. Jeno’s eyes were red and puffy, his face flushed and wet from crying, a few hair strands completely damp from sweat clinging to his forehead, and his shiny lips slightly parted before turning into a pout. Jaemin’s breath hitched at the view, and he came before he could do or say anything.

He grumbled as a jet of cum burst out of his cock, hitting Jeno’s abdomen and chest in an instant. Jaemin felt the remaining strength in his legs disappearing, and he collapsed on top of Jeno, who held him firmly. Jeno’s dick slid out of Jaemin with the motion, and a flow of cum came out of him, but neither was bothered by it.

Jaemin’s cock trembled between them, slowly leaking the rest of his seed as well. Jaemin tried controlling his heavy breathing and gazed at Jeno, who was looking at him worryingly, eyes still watery from crying earlier. Jaemin smiled and kissed both sides of Jeno’s face, drying his tears. “Jeno, it’s okay,” he said, laughing and holding Jeno’s cheeks. “I’m not upset. Why did you cry?”

“Why? Because…” Jeno gulped and pouted again. “Because I kept asking you if it was alright for me to finish inside, but you didn’t allow me. So, I thought you’d get angry at me… but I still couldn’t hold it back.”

“Ah. Sorry about that. I wasn’t listening,” Jaemin said, kissing Jeno’s lips once before resting his head on Jeno’s chest, avoiding the wet spots. “Don’t worry, baby,” Jaemin sighed, extremely satisfied and feeling his eyelids heavy. “It was perfect.”

Jeno stroked Jaemin’s hair and hugged him tighter. “So… aren’t you mad at me? At all? Really? I made a big mess this time… I’m sorry.”

Jaemin chuckled and closed his eyes, caressing Jeno’s arm. “Not mad at all, superstar. Perhaps… It’s okay to forget to buy condoms sometimes.”

“I’m never buying condoms ever again,” Jeno mumbled, and Jaemin laughed softly. Jeno’s chest and arms felt very warm and cozy around him, and Jaemin closed his eyes, focusing on Jeno’s steady heartbeat.

But then, he widened his eyes and raised his head to check his watch. “Shit, I have a report to—” Jaemin tried getting up, but Jeno held him, shaking his head.

“Hyuuuung, what are you saying?” Jeno asked, sounding upset. “We gotta stay like this for a few minutes, at least… You were the one who said we needed to cuddle a lot once I was back, remember?”

Jaemin smiled and rested his chin on Jeno’s chest to look at him. “If we stay like this, I’m going to fall asleep for sure.”

“You gotta listen to your body, then! Maybe we should just sleep together right now.”

Jaemin rubbed the nape of his neck and smiled fondly at his boyfriend. “Why don’t we go downstairs for a bit instead? I’ll cook something for us, and you can sleep afterward. I’ll stay here with you, working on my report.”

“But then… aren’t you sleeping with me?” Jeno asked, giving him puppy eyes.

“I’ll join you as soon as I finish it. It won’t take me the whole night like I told the director, I promise.”

“I’ll just stay awake with you then! I missed you so much. I don’t want to waste any time sleeping if I can stay with you instead,” Jeno said, beaming, and Jaemin’s heart fluttered.

“Sounds good, but what about your schedule tomorrow?”

“Ah… I have no idea, to be honest. Markie tried telling me about that in the car, but I could only think of you. It’s like… my brain was intoxicated. I could only see you and think of you.” Jeno frowned, and Jaemin got on top of him to kiss him again.

“Oh, baby Jeno, what are we doing the next time you go on tour?”

“I’m never going on tour ever again without you. Even a week… no, even three days without you is already a nightmare, hyung!” Jeno hugged Jaemin tightly, burying his face in Jaemin’s neck. “I don’t want to think about that. I just want to stay with you like this…”

“Alright. Let’s just get ourselves cleaned first, huh?” Jaemin asked, caressing Jeno’s back.

Jeno nodded and pulled his head back to look at Jaemin. “Ok! Can we take a shower together? I thought about it every day… Whenever I was entering the shower, I’d think, ‘Man, I wish Jaemie was here showering with me…’”

Jaemin laughed and kissed Jeno’s forehead. “Sure thing, puppy. Whatever you want.”

Jeno smiled cutely at him and nuzzled his head against Jaemin’s chest. Jaemin felt his heart swelling and his tongue itching, but he kept the words inside his mouth. He’d have other opportunities in the future.