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"No."
"Yes."
"I said, No—"
"Y'all lovers quarrel better be over with when I'm back, others will be spending the night at WayVs’. I have no wish to be the middle person!" Mark hollers from down the hall, slipping on whatever pair of shoes lying near the door before dashing out to who knows where with a curt, “Jeno, I think these are yours, I’ll bring them back quickly!”
“Ugh man, again?” A momentary groan tumbles out of Jeno’s mouth, lasting for about a second before his attention hovers on Jaemin again, leaning against the kitchen counter with both hands folded against his chest. “Before you say anything, no.” Tone firm, contrary to his usual sweetness, sets Jeno pouting with the best of his puppy eyes.
“Come on, do you think I’ll get fat, Nana? Do you even see one misplaced muscle here?” He boasts, flexing his well-toned biceps for the younger boy to see, knowing very well how much they get Jaemin worked up.
“Fuck,” Jaemin breathes out at the winning smirk gracing Jeno’s lips. “Still, it’s unhealthy Jen. You come on. You’re completely obsessed, and with what? Whip cream?” He scoffs.
“Hey, don’t look down on my Cherry whip cream, Nana. You’re mean.” He continues with a low whine, “You’re the one who got me addicted. Is it my fault you’re whipping something delicious almost every other day that they are just too irresistible for me to contain my taste buds?”
This time, Jaemin is the one who groans, his head thrown back in exhaustion. Jeno stands right, in a way. It is Jaemin’s fault? Not exactly, a small blunder, maybe? That he’s too invested in his additional passion, the first and foremost being an idol. Baking keeps him sane, relieving the last bit of fatigue from the endless schedules they go through every day. All the more so since a comeback is looming over their heads, and all of it gets too hectic. As long as at the end of the day, he's back to the comfort of their kitchen, whipping up an apple pie, for one, and sharing the day with his best friend slash lover, all cuddled up and feeling fuzzy inside, he remains content.
Not now though, since his passion causes his boyfriend to hog all of his renowned whipping cream for himself, leaving little to no remaining in the bottom of the once full bowl. Of course, he loves the feedback Jeno gives for his cooking, and maybe a little peck or two for a reward, but this? It hinders his cooking as well the oily heaviness will end up affecting Jeno and his healthy diet. No matter how much of a gym addict he is, and how *cough* toned and buff *cough* he is, Jaemin isn’t mentally up to taking a risk of his boyfriend falling sick. That’d be a nightmare for him, witnessing Jeno in pain and his own exhaustion will affect their work efficiency.
That one-time Jaemin was woken up in the middle of the night and found Jeno’s side of the room empty, he was startled, considering how it isn’t Jeno’s thing for him to just walk away at ungodly hours, with more scheduled to wake up to. He was out of his bed within seconds, trying to find out why Jeno wasn’t in bed and what he’s met with sets him dizzy in his head.
“What the fuck, Jeno?” Jaemin had hissed, tone hysterical at the innocent smile he received, a glint of mirth hidden deep inside his eyes, “Me? I was too hungry, baby.” Well, that explains the trails of cream smeared around the corners of his mouth. Jeno had moaned at the taste, “Damn, this tastes so good.” Jaemin had been quick to drag his boyfriend to bed, nagging a pouty Jeno all the way to their room at how they’d have to wake up for a schedule planned at 7.00 in the morning. “We’ll never make it in time and it’s your fault!”
Jaemin’s movements falter, “What are you doing?”, feeling a pair of muscular arms engulf his waist, the warmth of Jeno’s front spreading along his clothed back in great waves. Jeno pulls Jaemin closer, the fresh breath of pinewood and cedar mingling at the back of Jaemin’s neck as his tense muscles unravel into a calming back hug.
“Nothing.”
Freeing one of his arms, Jeno pokes the swell of Jaemin’s puffed-up cheek, “Heyy, Nana.” He snuggles up to him with a whiny hum when Jaemin doesn't reply, paying any heed whatsoever, only a gentle huff as he continues with his work, fully distracted with getting the cream the right amount of consistency.
Na Jaemin was no perfectionist for nothing. Whatever piques his interest or if it’s simply a matter he'd be handed with given his abilities, when he sets his mind, he’ll do everything in his power to finish perfectly and will try until it’s just right .
"Princess, pretty please?" Jeno rasps against the shell of his ear, taking in the way Jaemin stills with an involuntary flush.
That darned nickname Jeno uses at just the right times to pacify his tantrums, it’s menacing. There’s a ‘pretty please’ added into the mix this time and Jaemin knows very well it’s already going Jeno’s way with a few more times of whispering in his ear.
If Jaemin intends for his Cream Puffs to finalize just the way his perfectionist ass wants, Jeno’s got to shut his’ up. But it’s impossible when Jaemin tends to melt in Jeno’s arms whenever he’s held close, mind wrapping around Jeno and Jeno only. His darned self is a menace itself.
He feels a trail of kisses along his ear, eyes closing with a breathy whine at the wetness.
They were bestest of friends, way before they labeled what they have between themselves as love. But their competitive streak against each other is still as strong as ever. There's a mirth present behind Jeno’s eyes; bold of Jaemin to assume Jeno would give up without a fight.
Just like the labeled menace he is, he bites down on Jaemin’s ear and presses closer to him, causing a helpless whine to escape Jaemin’s lips. “Jeno—” Since Jaemin’s eyes remain closed, Jeno, unknown to the boy, reaches for the cutlery used to whip the cream, perched on top of the bowl.
“Petty princess,” Jaemin deciphers a mocking whisper, a chaste kiss ghosting over his ear; bold of Jeno to assume he’s the one to give up without a fight.
Just as Jeno is about to get a taste of his comfort food, Jaemin steps up with an unbelievably quick reflex, shoving the silicone spatula in his mouth in one go, extremely messy as he gulped the thick layer of cream, cringing at the oily heaviness. Darn Jeno and his antiques for him to mess up his trusted recipe this much.
Jeno stares incredulously as if he had grown two heads, which he prays isn’t the case since his boyfriend sure is convincing with his spot-on facial expressions of stupor. Not until he breaks away from his shock and into a dangerous grin, devilishly playing at his upturned lips as a glint passes in his warm eyes.
Oh no
He’s forced to step back with each step Jeno took forth, prying into his bubble with ease, until he couldn’t anymore, back pushed against the marble edge of the kitchen counter.
Jeno is in one of his mean streaks for the day which Jaemin is too late to realize. To top it all off, he's the cause.
Breaking out in a nervous sweat, he presses the palm of his hand to keep Jeno within his towering stance, groaning in immediate regret; it's the well-toned chest, rippling with muscles that come to contact with the sweaty side of his hand.
A throaty chuckle rings in his ears, loving the fear present in Jaemin’s dilated eyes, somehow managing to endearingly stare back knowing how he’s treading on unknown territories.
“Oh no, princess!” Jeno’s tone carries surprise. Mock surprise. “You caught me, didn’t you? Well done!”
Unable to differentiate if it's genuine praise, Jaemin tugs at his shirt nervously, “Of course, Jeno. I know you well enough to know what you have up your sleeve.”
“Then,” Jeno grins, “You must know what I’m about to do now too, right?”
Jaemin does have a vague idea of what this might lead to, but he isn’t entirely sure; Jeno Lee is a man full of surprises, who also doesn’t fancy disobedience of any sort when pushed to his limit.
Jeno leans in, slowly but surely that Jaemin feels cornered into submissiveness, the edge of the counter digging into his back. Neither is it anything unusual nor out of the ordinary, except this time Jaemin closes his eyes, he doesn’t feel the familiar pair of chapped lips on his.
He senses something else, something wet and messy, along the way of Jeno's tongue brushing past his cheek, leaving a searing trail of blush behind before backing away entirely, cockily licking at his lips.
"What— I—" Jaemin resembles a stupified fish, mouth opening and closing to stutter out his words, any words, as Jeno laughs, head thrown back. As if this is a laughable matter, Jaemin groans.
“No words, princess?”
“I—you—gosh! You’re so mean.” A firm thumb brushes along his pouty lips, immediately shutting him up as a faint whine left him dazed at whatever was happening.
"The whipped cream, princess, tastes better on you." Jaemin flares up, cheeks lit ablaze at the gentle kiss left on his forehead before Jeno pulls away, again.
"You're literally on fire, it's adorable. Nothing we've not done, you know?" Jaemin wants to wipe the conceit off of Jeno with the flimsy spatula; he believes in 'the more blunt his weapon is, the more pain his victim receives.'
“Me gaining unnecessary fat seems to be the problem, Jaem?”
Jaemin too gets on a streak, a murder streak exclusive to his lover. The ridiculing smirk on Jeno’s face infuriates the living hell out of him, but god, he is so hot.
Hell, two can play at it.
"Then taste it on me, Jeno. Whenever you’re hungry from now on—” He bites down on his lower lip with feigned innocence, “Taste it only on me." Jeno allows a triumphant smirk to sit on his face, and Jaemin celebrates on the inside at how Jeno’s caught off guard at his daring remark.
Turns out he’s wrong.
Jeno lurks, inching up on him calculatingly as a predator would to its prey, and Jaemin gulps like the minuscule-brain-cell-deprived dumbass he is.
Within seconds, he’s manhandled around, hips sticking out behind him as he's willed onto the counter, sheer buttoned-up shirt already out of the way with a single button circling the ground.
“— Jeno ." He inhales sharply at the hands gripping his shorts and his underwear, pulling them down in one swift move. Entire body weight is put on his hands as his legs deem useless as jelly, his head tucked between his arms in a mess. “You’re already so worked up, princess.” his back arches at the generous amount of cool substance splattering on his upper body, Jeno's hands busy as he glid the silicone spatula across his spine. A shiver travels his body as the spatula is dragged far down his ass.
Jaemin whines, shaking his ass. He feels dirty.
Jeno’s down on his knees the next moment, thumbing at the entrance with blunt fingers, "Needy princess. Never rile me up the wrong way." He words, firm, and dives in, trailing from the small of Jaemin’s back to his ass cheeks in a fat strip before prying his tongue in. Jaemin’s eyes roll to the back of his head, gripping at the counter as he whines helplessly, pushing back as Jeno laps at him, wet and slippery. Jeno sucks around the rim for some time and pushes his tongue back in, and Jaemin trembles, his vision clouding at the pleasure.
“Oh—fuck, feels so good.” His hands grip the counter in desperation, knuckles clenched white as Jeno’s tongue does wonders on him. Jeno glides his tongue and laps at the cream on his back, humming against the searing skin with bliss. “It tastes the fucking best on you.”
Jaemin is quick to mewl and wiggles his ass for more, a plea leaving his lips parted in rapture. “P-please Jeno, would you give me more? Please.” A steady stream of precum gushes out from his cock, begging for attention yet Jaemin stays splayed on the counter.
Princess isn’t allowed to do anything as he pleases till Jeno says so, he slips into his space as he recalls the rules made for nothing but to obey. Princess will get a reward if he’s good.
He feels Jeno’s tongue breaching his rim once again, “Wanna come. Jen? Can princess come—”
“Go ahead, baby, you can come.” Too caught up to notice the darkening of Jeno’s eyes in mischief, he’s already coming, thighs squeezing together when his body spasms in pleasure. His legs would probably give onto the floor if not for the vice-like grip on the sides of his waist. “Feeling okay, princess?” he hums with a deep breath to calm down from the high, “I-I’m okay... yes.”
Strong hands hook around Jaemin and scoop him into Jeno’s hold, pushing everything on the counter aside before placing him down so he’s facing the older, seated on the cool surface with his legs dangling down powerlessly.
Jeno places a sweet kiss on his lips while grabbing a fresh dose of cream, applying the oily substance all over his upper body. Jaemin whines when the silicone tool rashly comes in contact with his perked nipples, ready to be feasted on whenever Jeno pleases.
He discards the tool, tonguing down from the crevice of Jaemin's neck towards his chest arching in need, switching between licking and biting as he leaves a trail of reddened bites in his wake.
Eyes crinkling up in a smile, Jeno hums at the pleasant aftertaste the whipped cream gives, Jaemin a whimpering and thrashing mess around every lick, face scrunched up as he melts onto Jeno's arms.
When he thought he had an idea, no way did his mind even wander close near what Jeno is doing to him now, entirely new yet Jaemin couldn’t it within him to deny, he’s all in for the filthy kind of pleasure they are continuing in a shared space, his naked body splattered on display.
"Behave princess.” Jaemin whimpers at the authority dripping from the voice, “We don't want unnecessary pressure on your back, yeah." Jeno places a scatter of butterfly kisses on Jaemin's face to soothe his nerves. "Heard fucking helps in burning calories."
With widening eyes, Jaemin reddens, feeling the wet muscle wrap around one of his buds, swirling and biting around as his body gives out. Jeno bites down, gentle enough to engrave his teeth mark around the nipple without pain. He’s treated to a lengthy moan in return.
"Wanna help me burn some, princess? Since you’re already so worried about my health, won’t you just love it?"
Jeno leans in, tilting Jaemin’s chin towards him. “I need answers.” He grazes his fingers along the sensitive stretch of Jaemin’s inner thighs.
"Y-yes, please, you make me feel so good with your ways, go on." Jaemin murmurs, eyes boring deep into Jeno’s as he invites him with a tight grip on Jeno’s arm.
“Good boy.”
Jeno switches sides, taking his precious time to devour the sensitivity out of his lover as Jaemin sits agonizingly hard, and feeling too good, a whimper falls out of his mouth every time Jeno’s clothes chafe at his erection.
After licking Jaemin clean, Jeno rises back up, swiping his tongue as he relishes the taste of him. "Open your mouth." Jaemin does, proving his utmost obedience towards Jeno. Two fingers, thoroughly coated slip in, earning a choked gasp full of cream. "Good job, princess. Suck." He nods with vigor, eyes crossing as he glances at Jeno’s veiny hand, tongue engulfing the thick fingers trespassing his mouth.
“Eyes on me, princess.”
Jaemin whips his head up at the mild warning, about to maintain the oh-so-hot eye contact with the older again who pulls his coated fingers away and forces his legs onto the counter before teasing at his rim.
The entering of the two fingers is unusually smooth and slight confusion flashes upon Jeno’s eyes. Jaemin coughs dazedly, looking elsewhere with prominent shyness.
“Oh? What do we have here, Na Jaemin?” Jeno chuckles, delivering a flick on Jaemin’s cock. " Ah —I got ready f-for you."
Jeno's eyes flash from amusement to lust within seconds, and just like that, Jaemin's legs are pried apart with a yelp, pinned in place with his grip.
“Take this—off.” Jaemin tugs at Jeno’s sweats and whimpers when his hands get slapped away. “Since when did things go your way, princess?” Jaemin glances down, mumbling a curt sorry in shame.
Jeno is stern as he lifts his head again, lips catching in a deep kiss. “We’ll learn slowly, darling, till then.. Eyes. On. Me.”
Shimmying his sweats off, Jeno pumps at his cock a few times before he enters the heat, a moan ripping out of Jaemin in shock while his overwhelmed mind tries its best to breathe.
"Jeno, fuck that f-feels— fucking amazing ."
Jeno nods, hands resting on Jaemin’s waist as he snaps his hips with fervor, Jaemin biting his lip to lessen the moans dying at his throat. He’s late to remember they are in their dorm in broad daylight. For fuck’s sake.
Not until one particular thrust hauls a higher-pitched moan out of the usual, a smirk thrown at him as Jeno keeps his thrusting angled, hitting the sensitive bundle of nerves with each jerk forward. "God, m-more."
The way Jeno's lips glide oh so softly against his cheek, muttering words of praises about how much of a good boy he was, encouraging him to let go of his lips and treat him with his pretty sounds, Jaemin is helpless to comply, failing to get a proper grip of the counter.
It's no secret that Jeno is going to be the death of him one day; he gets Jaemin worked up to the core, a needy whining mess as he fucks into him, yet still manages to look at him like he set the stars alight in his sky. Jaemin knows he mirrors the same look whenever Jeno's around.
"Oh— god." Jeno slows down at a loud cry with worry written on his face, hands naturally making way to hold Jaemin together when he leans forward and tucks his head into the crevice of Jeno's neck, leaving a small kiss out of solace. Though the layer of stickiness between is anything to pass by.
"J-Just, it feels overwhelmingly good—hold me close, please." Jeno sighs in relief, allowing a smile to grace his lips. "Of course, princess, anything for you."
Jaemin hums as Jeno does just as he’s told, holding him flush against his arms till he steadies his breath. After a few minutes of silence, Jeno feels Jaemin push back into him, hips rolling with pace as he fills him to the hilt. Jaemin bites down on Jeno’s shoulder, milking his prostate with a cry, jabbing at the bundle of nerves with every push till there’s visible transparency when he’s coming for a second time.
“Oh my god, princess, that was so—” Jeno groans at the blown smile, abdomen sticky with Jaemin’s release. He regains his pace again, hips pushing forward with each thrust while Jaemin buzzes in contentment. "M' c-close, Jen." He releases a feeble whine, and Jeno places his lips against his and pulls away with a lasting kiss. "Together, princess."
Within a few seconds, they let go with a cry of pleasure that blended well together, holding each other close while they got down from their high.
Jeno understands that having a love life while being an idol is risky, their entire career is on the line but with Jaemin, he couldn’t find himself to care. Jaemin wants Jeno to be with him, to choose him as he did back then, and he was all the more sure he’s going to choose him in the future, Jeno would reassure him plenty of times.
Even if someday, they have to make their minds up to let go of each other, they bury the thought away, living their life to the fullest together while they're allowed to keep them carefree.
Jaemin nuzzles Jeno's neck in exhaustion, arms limp by his side. He’s convinced he can't feel his back, but that is more than okay. "That was so good, fuck, I love you..”
“..But the mess Jeno, I feel paralyzed." Jeno laughs, stealing a final kiss from Jaemin. "Please, as if you cared a while ago—” He teases the whining male, “I love you too, don’t worry, I'll clean it up—"
"FUCKING HELL, I COULD'VE GONE MY WHOLE LIFE WITHOUT SEEING THIS SHIT."