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No other lover had made Jeno feel this nervous.

Ever since he was of age, he had experienced the pleasures of sex, reaching his peak during his mid-twenties. He would not claim himself a collector, but he has definitely gathered some names on a list that had eventually faded in time. In ten years, none of his one-night stands had become more than a casual encounter that ended before they became a conflict in his personal life.

It was always his choice to keep it that way, a special must to see the light of dawn tangled in his sheets for at least a couple of times. Thanks to that, none of those casual affairs became an issue in Jeno’s life.

But none of them were Na Jaemin.

Nevertheless, Jaemin was not even a lover, a casual fling, or a one-night stand. How could he compare his best friend to all of them? The brother he never had, people close to them would say. They spent most of their lives attached by the hip, growing up together, going to the same school and staying friends even when their paths diverged. Jaemin had built a marriage with his college boyfriend, and Jeno still loved the same man he fell in love with as a teenager, while hopping from bed to bed in a ridiculous attempt of erasing him from his heart.

The walls of his living room, though wide, were suffocating him. A whirlwind of emotions grew in his chest and head. He felt dizzy. How could he not, when Jaemin had come to him with a broken heart and a proposal that left him breathless.

He wasn’t new to stressful situations. As a respected attorney, he had stood tall in court, voracious like a predator in front of a cage full of vulnerable prey. Na Jaemin, though, had the power of shrinking him to a prey whenever he stood before him.

“You’re my best friend, right?”

Jaemin spoke with a stern tone of voice, matching Jeno’s semblance. None of them were entirely familiar with such a mood, but Jeno couldn’t just agree with the offer. Should he say yes, he knew he wouldn’t hate himself, but Jaemin would eventually allow negative feelings to be born as well.

“Jaem, it’s not about it…”

Jaemin scoffed, offended by his refusal.

“Forget it, I don’t even know why I came here”

“Wait, don’t be like that. That’s not what I meant” Jeno stopped him, tugging on his sleeve before Jaemin could turn around. “Listen to me first.”

Jaemin plopped himself on the couch. His eyes were glassy, fighting the urge to let his tears fall. Jeno knew better than anyone of the rage he was carrying on his back. Jaemin came to him just like Jeno had fantasized so many times, for years, in thousands of wet dreams that he had imagined both awake and asleep.

“What else do you need to say, Jeno? It’s as simple as saying yes or no.”

“It’s not.”

“Really?” Jaemin glared at him, his tears now falling while his pissed off expression remained. “Don’t start with the whole this is hard for me thing ‘cause you don’t know how humiliated I feel right now. Don’t say shit about dignity, not when I am here stomping on my own. And stop looking at me with those pitiful eyes, I didn’t come here so you can feel sorry for me.”

“It’s not what you think, Jaem, I promise” Jeno tried to comfort him, but only his compliance could make Jaemin feel better.

“Well, what is it then? What conditions will you set for me? Just say it, I am ready to take it.”

Jeno wanted no more than to accept Jaemin’s proposal. He was right there, in front of him, offering himself on a silver platter like he had dreamed of so many times.

It wasn’t that easy, though. It would never be.

There was a lot to lose with whatever decision he’d take. Refusing would pointlessly anger Jaemin and he would end up hating him for it; accepting would throw their twenty year old friendship to the drainage and blur the lines that Jeno had been very careful to trace. In any case, things would never be the same now that Jaemin set the table for disaster, and Jeno hated that idea.

At long last, Jaemin gave in to his crying, allowing his fierce expression to soften into vulnerability. Jeno could only embrace him in an attempt to comfort him.

“I should’ve known better, Jeno. What kind of new marriage spends years without sex?” he whimpered, catching his breath later. “Three years without my husband touching me, three! Can you even imagine how much I need to feel someone? I’m so pathetic.”

Jeno wanted to feel mad, his frown made such feeling evident, but his heart was doing cartwheels inside his chest and his dick twitched upon the idea of a needy Jaemin. He shouldn’t be celebrating his best friend’s misery, but how could he contain himself? When day and night he desired to be the one to share Jaemin’s bed.

“So, did you leave him?” he changed topics when he felt the heat on his ears. A terrible mistake, because Jaemin’s nod only managed to make his body shake in excitement. He chose to believe he had a chance again, but his rationale reminded him that he was just a friend for the other man. “You did the right thing. He’ll eventually realize how much he is losing.”

Jaemin left his embrace, and looking at him so closely, Jeno felt like he died a bit more.

“Am I not hot enough to be fucked, Jeno?”

“You shouldn’t be asking me that.”

“You’ve slept with many… can’t you just say yes or no?”

Jeno tried not to take offense. He only chuckled to the idea of Jaemin seeing him as this person whose judgement in sex was of an expert.

Jaemin was hot. He was enticing, seductive… His amazing body that moved gracefully with every step he took, the thin waist that he imagined countless times between his arms, the hips that swayed seductively whenever he went up the stairs of his house. Jeno had imagined it all, from a simple gentle kiss to a whole life by his side. He was ridiculously in love with him, always has been, or at least ever since he can remember. For Jeno, it had always been Jaemin.

“You’re my best friend, Jaem. It wouldn’t be okay if I told you I want to fuck you.”

But he wanted. He wanted nothing more than fucking him right at that moment, but Jaemin could never be just a one-time experience. He refused to taste him and then let him go.

“Have you never done it with a man?” he asked out of the blue, and Jeno doesn’t know who to thank for the change in topics. “Of course you have! I remember that guy Mark,” Jeno frowned in confusion, the name barely rang a bell “or the other one, Hee something.”

“Haechan?”

“You even remember his name, he must’ve been quite something. Can’t you just tell me if I’m hot enough you’d fuck me or not?”

“I-” Jeno stuttered when Jaemin laid his head on his neck. Even if the gesture wasn’t new to him, the soft, gentle breath against his skin was another dry log lighting his fire.

“Hot like Haechan you’d never forget my name, or not hot at all for you to touch a single hair of mine?”

Jeno surrendered into an exhausted sigh, Jaemin was killing him. His wet dreams were fighting to become true against his temperance, and refusing became harder by the minute. Focusing was impossible when Jaemin was just a couple of inches away from his face and his hand found its way on his thigh, begging him in that tone of voice something he had wanted for the longest time.

For Jeno, doing Jaemin such a favor wasn’t enough. He did not want to be a revenge tool, a simple way out. He wanted forever by his side.

“Haechan was a long time ago” he mumbled, taking Jaemin’s hand off his thigh in an attempt to keep the composure. A second longer and he would’ve given in. “And don’t even mention Mark, I barely recognize that name.”

“C’mon, tell me. It can be a platonic thing, doesn’t have to mean anything.” Jaemin’s beseeching tone weakened Jeno’s legs and hardened his cock under his pants. 

Jeno looked him in the eye, blinked once and then allowed his sight to sweep through Jaemin’s body, taking in every corner available for him to admire.

He swallowed hard, thinking of the beauty his friend was. All that cheap poetry that came out of his head whenever Jaemin was in his thoughts, and he just wanted to surrender to him.

“You’re hot enough for anyone with sense. You’re pretty, sexy… your long legs… your hips when you walk… you” Jeno sighed in frustration, he was nothing but a stupid stuttering virgin boy in front of Jaemin. “You’re sensual in a way that would make anyone go crazy.”

Jaemin’s smile only managed to fasten his heartbeat. Jeno felt his death approaching when his friend rested his forehead on his shoulder. “Will you fuck me, then? Please, say yes.”

Jeno tried his best to hide his disappointment. To Jaemin, his words were meaningless.

“I can’t”

“You need to stop saying that.”

“I’m telling you, Jaem. This, between you and me, that’s impossible. We’re friends.”

Jeno left his place on the couch as if it stung. Part of him wanted to just take Jaemin right there and give him what he wanted; while the other, more rational one, commanded him to stay away because Jaemin was fire and Jeno was burning for love.

“Friends help other friends, Jeno” Jaemin insisted, tugging his arm to prevent him from taking another step away from him. But friends didn’t provide such help if they wanted to stay friends, much less if one of them was utterly in love with the other. “I know how preposterous it is for me to ask you, but I am so mad and… and so needy… so horny.”

Jaemin moaned the last word as if it was the greatest agony. Jeno wanted to alleviate his torment.

“You don’t need me, Jaem.”

“Well, unlike you, I can’t just be the boy in the bar and get a guy who wants to sleep with me in some random bed.”

“If you say it like that…”

“Five years, Jeno. Five years into the marriage and I can count with the fingers of one hand the times we had sex. Isn’t it insulting?” Jaemin looked at him in such a way that made Jeno believe it could be yearning. “I refused once, and he rejected me a thousand more after it. Am I so repulsive that not even my husband wanted to fuck me?”

“Don’t say that, Jaem. You’re none of those things, I’ve told you.”

“Then tell me, what about me is not repulsive for you?”

Jeno clenched his teeth. Jaemin was giving him permission to be completely honest without risking the friendship he cherished with his life.

“Nothing is.”

“I need you to be more specific.”

What the hell did that little devil want? How willing was he to hear Jeno worship him without hiding?

“All of you,” he stuttered “whenever I touch your face, your soft skin,” he said in a murmur, yet firmly “I like how it feels and the goosebumps you get. Makes me think I made it happen.”

“Feels good when you touch me like that” Jaemin admitted, smiling in triumph.

“Your lips…” 

…plump, rosy, tasty. Jeno brushed Jaemin’s lower lip with his thumb and swallowed hard for the nth time. He wanted to send everything to hell and kiss him senseless until he only knew how to moan his name. But he didn’t want them to pretend that nothing happened the next morning. He wouldn’t live with himself if Jaemin just said thanks and went back with his husband after all that.

“It tickles!” Jaemin’s laugh brought him back to reality, he bit his lower lip where his thumb had touched him. Being that close to him allowed Jeno to smell the lotion in Jaemin’s face. “Tell me more, please.”

“I can’t…”

“Don’t say that…” Jaemin pleaded. “You said I was desirable, or am I not?” Of course he was. No one else was in this world for Jeno. Without realizing, the older man nodded. “Can you at least kiss me, please?”

Jeno could die right there and be welcomed to heaven.

“Alright.”

Jeno didn’t miss the satisfied smile Jaemin gave him, finally happy for the answer. Jeno trembled in his place, feeling like this was his very first kiss, and he would make it count as such because it was Jaemin the one he would kiss. He felt Jaemin’s shaky breath against his lips, so close from making one of his innermost fantasies come to life.

The touch of his lips felt like lava and ambrosia at the same time. A touch so soft that meant the entire world to him, revolutionizing everything he thought he knew about lust and desire. Jaemin was the first to move his lips, opening his mouth to let Jeno’s tongue inside like a starved man finally able to eat a proper meal. His hands held a strong grip onto Jaemin, as if it was him the one who needed support when it was Jeno who was crumbling right there.

Little by little, Jeno let go of Jaemin. His hands found a better place in his narrow waist as if it was made for him to hold. Jaemin held onto his shoulders, reaching for the soft hairs on his nape, caressing that warm place with his long, slender fingers, matching his eagerness.

The kiss deepened as well as the lust in their bodies, and when Jeno thought he’d die with all the rush of emotions, Jaemin broke the kiss just enough to look him in the eye with his own glassy ones.

“Did I do well?”

“Yeah…”

Jeno mumbled against his lips, his eyes going back and forth from Jaemin’s mouth to his doe eyes. He wanted to chase him for another kiss until he was satisfied for life. He had kissed his best friend, and things could not be the same from then on, at least for him.

“Been so long since I kissed someone, you must think I’m a mess.”

God have mercy on him, the mess was Jeno himself right now, not Jaemin. Jaemin was perfect. Jeno showed him how much he was with another deep, breathtaking kiss. Jeno’s lips found its own paradise on Jaemin’s mouth, the mere contact igniting a furious rush of adrenaline that soon turned into a long, steamy kiss full of need and desire.

Just a few minutes ago, Jeno wouldn’t have taken the first step, but Jaemin had made him a mad man, needy and lustful. His name buried all the previous ones so it could only exist his in Jeno’s memory. His tongue traced paths where Jeno would gladly walk blindfolded. And Jeno wouldn’t be able to stop, no matter how much his reasoning demanded.

They separated only when breathing became essential. The younger smiled while gasping for air, with eyes that shone in ecstasy.

“Wow, you kissed me really good.”

Jeno was lost in his desire, taking those words as incentive to suck on the soft skin of his jawline, leaving a small red spot while Jaemin left another in his memory with a beautiful moan. The sound made Jeno’s meat harden under his pants.

“You like that?”

A wave of pleasure went up his spine when Jeno’s breath brushed his skin damp with saliva.

“Yeah, do it again…”

This time, Jaemin didn’t need to ask twice. Jeno left a trail of kisses that went from his jaw to his shoulder, then to his throat until they went back up to his cheeks, every kiss needier than the last. Deep inside, he knew that after all this he’d be nothing more than a ‘thanks, bye’ to Jaemin and he would be left with the memory of the best night of his life.

“You’re not gonna ask me to stop?” Jeno whispered to his ear, he wanted to eat him all up, kiss every portion of his body and take him everywhere in his house.

He wanted to fuck him from behind, bent against the table. Facing each other, against a wall. Fuck his mouth, eat his ass. Join their bodies until none of them knew where one started and ended, not leaving a single space for air to exist between them. He wanted to fuck him with a condom first so as not to scare him away, and then have him beg for his hot cum inside, in his mouth, on his stomach. Make love the whole night until dawn, and that the light of dawn never came.

Jaemin bit his own lip, lost in a pleasure that only grew whenever he closed his eyes, entranced by the melody of Jeno’s tongue sucking his earlobe. “C’mon, tell me to stop.”

“Why would I ask you for something like that? I love what you’re doing to me…”

Jeno’s erection grew under the thin fabric of his pants, leaving a wet spot that Jaemin briefly caressed with his thumb. Jaemin’s cock ached in his jeans.

“Fuck, Jaem…” Jeno hissed under his breath.

“You’re so hard” Jaemin whispered in between kisses, Jeno’s breath hitched when Jaemin took his hard length in his hand. Even with the barrier of the pants, it was alleviating for Jeno’s urging desire. “Did I make you hard?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?” Jaemin mewled. “Seems like I really am desirable after all.”

Of course he was, Jaemin was completely hot, desirable, sensual for him. Jeno showed him how much he was again when he took him by the waist and plopped them both on the couch to make the younger straddle his lap. Jaemin looked away, suddenly feeling that the position was making him shy. Such virginal purity made Jeno proud, thinking that only him could cause a devastating effect on the man of his dreams.

“I thought you liked being desirable.”

Jeno provoked him, as if it wasn’t him who was a whole mess.

“Yeah, I’m just… not used to all this.”

Jeno smirked, his fingers caressed the hot skin of Jaemin’s neck and undid the first button of Jaemin’s shirt. Every bit of skin available was covered in his kisses, quickly marked in red, not caring if Jaemin’s husband would witness the aftermath.

Jaemin was prompt in unbuttoning the next, and the next, impatient upon Jeno’s slow pace. Jeno stopped him, however, when he reached the last one. He wanted to be the one undressing him little by little, taking in every single spot of his naked body.

“You should get used to the idea” Jeno mumbled, kissing Jaemin’s Adam’s apple. You just had to look at me, he wanted to add. “Your husband isn’t the only one who can desire you.”

Pleasure gathered like a whirlpool in Jaemin’s stomach, pulsating in the tip of his wet cock, especially when Jeno took one of his hard nipples in his mouth. He could feel the spasms in Jeno’s hard length whenever he kissed him with the same fervor, while his hands struggled with the zip of his pants.

What Jeno wanted most was for Jaemin to yearn for him with the same intensity, wishing for a kiss and his touch as much as he did right at that moment. He wanted Jaemin to love him the same way Jeno did.

When he finally let his cock spring out of the jeans, Jeno felt a wave of satisfaction upon seeing him equally hard. A thick pearl of pre-cum embellished the tip of Jaemin’s pink cock, one that no one had touched in a long time and craved the touch of his harsh hands.

Jeno would give anything just to see Jaemin squirm in pleasure.

“Can we take this to your bed?” Jaemin asked almost shyly. “I always wanted… you know. Feels more intimate and romantic.”

Jeno’s eyes glistened upon the request.

“Of course. C’mere.”

Jeno took his hand and Jaemin followed him, both hearts racing in their chests as if in a marathon, but for different reasons.

Once they were inside, a bold Jaemin pulled him to make them both plop on the bed, Jeno’s body on top of his. Jeno’s hands trembled, still struggling to believe that this was happening and his best friend was half naked in front of him.

“You want it like this or should I go on all fours?”

Jeno swallowed hard. When did he die and reach heaven?

“Are you in a rush? We have all night” Jeno smiled, trying to stay calm.

Jaemin unfortunately, was not patient at all. He had remained untouched for years, tempted to be the boy at the bar and search in other arms what his husband neglected. He just never dared. 

That night felt like a new start for Jaemin.

Months had to go by until he made his resolution, accepting the idea in his head of having sex with Jeno, struggling to find a way to ask. Certainly, intimacy with his best friend couldn’t go well for either of them, and Jaemin had circled around every possible outcome and scenario.

At first, he tried to convince himself that pulling that stunt was unnecessary, but when he found himself constantly thinking about it to the point of fantasy, he had no other choice but to admit that the idea of kissing Jeno, touching him and having sex with him, couldn’t be that wrong.

That night, Jeno’s stern rejection had destroyed him. How couldn’t he feel that way when Jaemin was begging for sex and Jeno was adamantly refusing?

But now he was between Jeno’s legs, his back against his friend’s firm chest, both sitting on the luxurious bed as if they were on a cloud of pleasure that made him curl his toes and sink his nails on the cotton sheets. Jeno was holding him from behind while his head rested on his shoulder, too lost in his lust. Jaemin writhed in pleasure as Jeno’s lips kissed and sucked the skin on his neck, while his hand found its way inside his boxers, giving his cock the attention he craved so eagerly.

His belly twitched and Jaemin held his breath when Jeno stroked his swollen cock, eager to feel more of his touch. Jeno’s warm tongue swirled against his earlobe—a spot he didn’t know was so sensitive—while his thumb mirrored the movement on the slit of his length, already dripping with pre-cum.

Jaemin’s hips trembled, chasing the ecstasy that Jeno’s hand was giving him at a painfully slow pace. He matched his eyes to Jeno’s, holding his gaze while his breathy moans became louder than the squelching melody under his boxers.

Jaemin’s whimpers heightened in pitch, and Jeno swallowed a long moan that came from his mouth as he came in thick spurts, his boxers now useless. Jeno helped him ride down the orgasm, slowing down the pace and softening the grip of his hand until the spasms in Jaemin’s body receded.

“You sure you wanna continue?” Jeno couldn’t help but ask.

“Yeah” Jaemin moaned softly, biting his lower lip and gathering a bit of strength to straddle Jeno again. Like an automat, Jeno held Jaemin’s waist, brushing the hot, damp skin with the tips of his fingers.

Their lips met again, strongly and passionately. Their tongues crashed in a desperate battle not for dominance, but in an attempt to melt with each other. Jeno needed more, Jaemin did too. Jaemin wanted to kiss him endlessly, Jeno did too.

Jaemin helped Jeno get rid of his pants and boxers in a single tug. He swore under his breath, stunned upon seeing Jeno’s thick length dripping with pre-cum. He was big, he was hot, and Jaemin couldn’t wait to take him inside.

“I so want to keep going” Jaemin admitted seductively, making Jeno smile softly, not trying very much to hide his excitement.

Jeno prompted him to lay flat on the bed and Jaemin complied. He was now fully naked on a cotton cloud, offering his body to the best lover he could ever have, and couldn’t wait any longer to reach the peak with him. “Did your husband ever touch you this way?”

“What kind of question is that? I wouldn’t be here if he had.”

Jeno tried not to take it personal, it was his fault for asking anyway and nothing but the truth. He cursed the other man, having envied him for years—deep inside, though, he was thankful because thanks to his incompetence, Jaemin was now naked under him.

“You know what?”

Jaemin interrupted his train of thought. Jeno nodded, pausing his touch to lay next to Jaemin and admire his pretty face glowing in pleasure. Jaemin trembled when Jeno pulled him towards his body by the waist and their members touched shamelessly, the heat of both men growing like a dying star in a cramped space.

“Tell me.”

Jeno sealed his approval with a tender kiss on his lips, his quivering hands brushing the damp hairs on Jaemin’s forehead to then direct his touch to the younger’s thighs resting on top of his hips. His heart felt like exploding in fireworks when Jaemin smiled with both his mouth and eyes, and he mirrored the gesture until they shared a new soft, loving kiss.

“Promise not to laugh?” he asked candidly, Jeno smiled back with enamored eyes.

“Promise.”

“I prepped myself… down there… before coming here. I was so, so horny.”

Jeno’s heart skipped a beat, his cock twitched again against Jaemin’s stomach. Rejoicing, he covered Jaemin’s face with soft kisses and his hips thrusted against the younger’s belly like a needy beast. Jeno inhaled Jaemin’s sweet scent from his neck and hair, making Jaemin laugh again.

“You can’t say that and expect me to laugh. That’s the last thing I wanna do, really.”

“Then what is it you wanna do if not laugh?” Jaemin shot him a flirty look, batting his long eyelashes that made him look like a fairytale prince.

“A lot of things.”

Jaemin moved to straddle him again. Jeno’s slicked member slid against Jaemin’s, and the oldest believed once again that he had reached heaven. “Like what?”

“Let me show you instead.”

Jeno was the victim of Jaemin’s spell, his hypnotized eyes wouldn’t leave the latter’s figure. He was all Jeno could see. 

Jaemin’s chest was covered in kisses, and against his own content, he pushed Jeno back to make him lay against the sheets again.

“I wanna show you first” Jaemin whispered sensually, going down until his breath made Jeno’s cock twitch “something I’ve been dreaming of doing.”

“Since when?” Jeno demanded to know. He wasn’t thinking rationally, otherwise he wouldn’t have asked such a thing given the situation. But the idea of being wanted by Jaemin was part of his most carnal desires.

Now Jaemin was looking at him from below, his beautiful sinful mouth agape, exhaling air on the tip of his needy cock, with that flirty smile and one hand gripping his cock. He would die with a smile on his face.

“Since I started to need you inside.”

Jeno felt pathetic. Jaemin’s soft and warm tongue was taking him to places he used to think were unreachable. He could compare Jaemin’s mouth to other mouths, but none were like his. He had no room to think about anything other than his best friend and his warm mouth around his cock. The entire world shrunk to Jaemin and his tongue licking his hot, hard member, drunk in the arousal Jaemin’s scent gave him, unable to articulate anything but groans that his blowjob caused in him.

It was the first time Jeno had felt his legs wobble like jelly, the first time his toes curled and his abdomen contracted in spasms previous to the orgasm. Never had he had someone turn him into a trembling mess or made him cum so early into the deed—but being fair about it, no one else had been Jaemin and his mouth sucking his cock, kissing his pearly, swollen shaft, nor hollowing his cheeks around his member deep into his throat.

Before even thinking about it, a naughty rope of cum spurted towards Jaemin’s face, he opened his mouth to receive more of the hot ambrosia of his pleasure, but Jeno was quick to divert him from his painful erection. He interrupted his own orgasm, afraid of wasting his chance with Jaemin.

Not allowing him to say a thing, Jeno was quick to kiss Jaemin with a fervor that matched the eagerness in which he’d sucked his length. Jaemin’s mouth was red and swollen, his warm cavern slick with saliva and the remaining of his own orgasm.

“I wanted to make you cum” Jaemin protested as Jeno laid him down on the bed, a bit more eager and barbaric than before, out of his own necessity. “You came fast.”

“Hmm? It’s ’cause you did it” Jeno confessed, finding his best spot between Jaemin’s legs and latching his mouth on his hardened nipples. “You did so well sucking my cock” Jeno hummed against his chest, trailing kisses bites from one side to the other. “Your mouth, your hands… your tongue… I’d ask you to do it again, but” in a single movement, Jeno turned Jaemin onto his stomach, lifting his ass and finding another heaven between his cheeks “there is definitely something better I want to do with you.”

“Yeah, please.”

Jaemin whimpered in anticipation. His legs shuddered like jelly when Jeno’s warm, wet tongue curled its way towards his hole. He could get used to this, to feel desired and wanted, to Jeno’s tongue licking the most sensitive spots in his body and giving him goosebumps. Jaemin wanted Jeno to claim him, to mark his whole body and make him feel he was always with him even when his physical touch was not there.

Jeno’s slender fingers stretched his hole, curling just a bit to warm him up inside. One by one, finger by finger, careful before an impatient Jaemin. His mouth sucked a bit lower, peppering kisses until he found his way under Jaemin’s legs, tracing the length of his sensitive cock with his tongue. 

In that position, Jaemin could straddle Jeno’s chest, thrust his warm mouth while the slender fingers worked their way inside his hole as he made his hips tremble, and feel stimulated from the front and his behind. His own digits grasped Jeno’s dark hair as the tip of his cock was vehemently licked.

Jaemin smiled, delighted in his own high, shaking his hips in a faster pace. The obscene way in which he moved on top of Jeno’s face, his vibrating body chasing another orgasm, and the reverberating whirlpool of pleasure in his abdomen gave way to high-pitched moans that brought his ecstasy to life again.

He could get used to being wanted, to being loved and cherished the way he deserved, especially when Jeno seemed to be a fan of using his mouth. While being with his husband, Jaemin felt like nothing but an accessory for him, in spite of how much he had claimed to love him. He used to yearn from the other man the same pleasure Jaemin gave to him, but it was a matter of rejecting him once to earn a perpetual cold shoulder.

Now it was different. Even Jaemin was. 

Now he only wanted Jeno to be soft and tender, to treat him delicately like a flower and then talk dirty to him. Now with Jeno… it’s not like he could compare Jeno to other people he’d slept with, but he knew Jeno could do it to him, and Jaemin wished to be memorable. The thought of having him on edge, to make him cum just with his mouth and to have Jeno fucking him with his fingers while he fucked Jeno’s mouth was a wet dream come true.

Jaemin wanted that pleasure every day, and wished for it to be reciprocal. He wanted Jeno to know what he needed and be unpredictable. He longed for Jeno to be sweet to him, and then treat him like a slut, harsh and rough. Merciless.

As he rode down his high, Jeno didn’t seem eager to stop pleasuring him. Using his strong arms, the older man pulled him closer to his mouth, lifting him just enough for his hole to meet the wet, swirling tongue that made him curl his toes again. Jaemin’s body surrendered, barely holding his own weight yet strong enough to sway his hips on Jeno’s face. The room was filled with the squelching noises the older’s mouth created against Jaemin’s wet hole, and he thought he’d go crazy if he came again just by Jeno’s tongue.

“Put it in, please. I need you.” Jaemin demanded, a whimpering mess. Jeno complied and straightened his body to look at his glistening face.

It was Jeno, however, the glowing mess of swollen lips and jaw wet with saliva. Thanks to him, Jaemin had gotten the best head in his life, and the most wonderful ass-eating ever. Jeno looked at him with a smirk and stretched his body to reach for a condom in the nightstand. Jaemin’s body shuddered with anticipation, and used his hand to move Jeno’s hairs from his forehead, damp with sweat while his own cock quivered, standing tall once again.

The tip of Jeno’s cock felt like heaven inside his hole, Jaemin gasped to the feeling of being full with it. A sharp, burning sensation made him claw his nails on the pillow, his mouth agape trying to adjust to Jeno’s size that didn’t compare to the feeling of his fingers. Suddenly, Jaemin felt shy and exposed, he prompted Jeno to move with his heels pushing him in the ass. Jeno’s hips moved at a slow pace, making Jaemin feel impatient.

“Look at me, baby” Jeno commanded, Jaemin batted his eyelashes and smiled, pleased by Jeno’s frown and ecstatic expression. Jeno looked at him like he was the most precious, divine thing in the world, and Jaemin loved being cherished. “You have me like this, desperate for you. You’re so warm and soft around my cock, you take me so well, baby.”

“You like it?” Jaemin whispered almost out of breath, barely able to speak.

“I love it… I love you” Jeno breathed on top of Jaemin’s chest, hungry for his scent, thirsty for the ambrosia transpiring from his skin.

“Jeno… Jeno… oh god!”

“You like how I fuck you? Mm?” Jeno thrusted into him in sharper movements, rough, merciless, right when Jaemin wanted it fierce.

“Fu- yeah! I can’t…!”

“You wanted this, right baby?” Jeno shifted their positions, lifting Jaemin’s legs to place them on top of his shoulders. That way, his cock went further in with every thrust. “You wanted my cock so much you don’t want to let go, mm?” Jeno slowed down the movement of his hips, fully taking in the sight of his cock sliding in and out Jaemin’s ass. “It’s hard to take it out,” he hissed in pleasure “so tight… you clench around me so well, baby.”

“I have never had one like yours” Jaemin smiled with content.

Jeno slid out of Jaemin’s hole, tapped his lap and prompted Jaemin to straddle him again. In that position, Jaemin could feel him reach his spot with the way Jeno’s cock curved upwards, brushing the bundle of nerves that made his legs shudder in pleasure. Jeno admired the look on his face, as if contemplating the beauty of a thousand gods made into a single human.

“Tell me again…” Jaemin groaned to the feeling of biting the skin of his neck “how much you like it.”

“A lot…” Jeno gasped “best I could ever have.” His hands gripped Jaemin’s ass, making him bounce faster on his erection. “Baby you made me cum too soon, and I’m still hard for you.”

“Do I turn you on this much?”

“More than you can imagine” he admitted shamelessly, he was loving the game of worshipping Jaemin like his own deity.

“What about me turns you on?”

All of you, he wanted to say. What was that all he meant anyways?

Even the slightest touch when they sat next to each other and their knees brushed, to later have Jaemin feel prompted to place his legs on Jeno’s lap. When they shared movie nights, way before Jaemin met the man who’d become his husband, and Jeno allowed himself to lay his head on Jaemin’s lap as the younger’s fingers played with his hair, softly until he tickled Jeno’s ears. Or when Jaemin surrendered to the impulse of smelling Jeno’s nape, very close to his neck, and Jeno could feel the warm breath that sent chills to his whole body.

Reminiscing all those moments, the older admitted to himself that more than once, he had wished to be Jaemin’s husband. He had wished to wake up next to him every morning, worship him like the fairy god he was to him, touch him intimately without having to ask or feel afraid of rejection, or waiting for the ridiculous chance he was lucky to get tonight.

“I get so horny when your hands are on my nape, and you tug on my hair a little” Jeno murmured between kisses on Jaemin’s temple. His hands never leaving the younger’s butt cheeks nor stopping the pace of Jaemin fucking himself on his cock.

In that position, Jaemin could Jeno, place his hands on the older’s nape and pull his hair just a little. He took the chance to latch his lips onto Jeno’s neck, marking his skin with small, red bites that would later bloom into lavender flowers.

“Your naked body, your mouth sucking my cock…” Jeno hissed. “You made me so hard just by kissing me” he whispered against Jaemin’s neck, directing more kisses up to his ear.

Jaemin whimpered, Jeno’s raspy voice was doing things to him. To think that Jeno was a needy, desperate mess because of him… panting as he kept moving his hips, feeling the hot meat making his way through his insides.

As he felt his legs go numb, Jaemin couldn’t help but reminisce about all those times when people thought he was dating Jeno, that he would marry his best friend, just to disappoint all of them when he announced who his husband would be. He would have saved himself so much pain and regret, but if that was what it took for him to reach this very moment, he would go through the whole thing as many times as needed just to be able to savor Jeno’s touch.

“Wanna know… what turns me on?” Jeno nodded biting his lip, holding Jaemin by the waist and allowing him to rest. He changed positions in a swift movement, his cock never abandoning Jaemin’s hole as he laid the younger’s head on the pillow.

Jaemin bit his lip, his heart warming to the feeling of Jeno embracing him delicately. “Tell me, baby.”

“When you call me that… baby” he smiled, caressing the older’s hair and pulling him to kiss his lips with tender fervor. Jeno pulled away just enough to look him in the eye and thrust into him again, making Jaemin writhe under his body.

“Baby…”

“And oh-! Fuck!” Jaemin’s eyebrows curved upwards, his mouth releasing breathy moans of sweet pleasure and a taste of torture when Jeno hit his spot again. “Don’t stop, Jeno! Please don’t stop! T-there!”

“Keep going” Jeno commanded, slowing down the pace of his hips. In a fascinating agony, Jaemin pushed him with his heels to make him move, but Jeno wouldn’t budge. “What else turns you on?”

“When… mmmh,” Jaemin moaned satisfied when Jeno moved just enough to brush his prostate “when after kissing me, you still keep your eyes closed a little more. Or when you breathe on my neck and bite me… can you leave a hickey, please?”

“You like it when I bite you?”

“Yeah” in a pleasured sigh, Jaemin bared his neck and allowed Jeno to bite with force, sucking hungrily to leave a shameless red mark. On the left, on the right… around his nipples and between each pec, Jeno made sure to leave his trace all over Jaemin’s body.

His firm legs were now covered in cherry blossoms, the tiny waist glimmering with the remnants of Jeno’s kisses, making it look like alabaster. His beauty was elevated by the path his passion had traced.

“Wanna know what turns me on the most?”

Jeno slid both of Jaemin’s heels over his shoulders, making the younger feel exposed again. His eyes didn’t waste a second to take in the beautiful sight of a ruined Jaemin, sighing to the feeling of Jeno’s hands all over his body. “What is it?”

Jeno didn’t need to use his words, the raging rhythm of his thrusts, his cock abusing the younger’s prostate, and the heavy balls clashing against his ass were all the answer Jaemin needed. In response, he could only moan his name like a mantra, like every other word had been ripped from his brain.

Jeno had found in a wrecked Jaemin the most beautiful thing in the world, the thing that turned his world upside down, and reduced the entire existence to his divine body.

Jaemin’s swollen tip cried thick pearls of pre-cum that, soon enough, became clear, watery jets of semen. Every beat of Jeno fucking him through the orgasm sent ropes of cum all around them. His insides clenched Jeno’s cock until he came as well, still half-hard, not wanting to end this night with his best friend.

In the middle of the symphony of moans and panting, Jeno pulled out of Jaemin’s hole, took off the condom and stroked his cock to allow the remnants of his orgasm to pool with Jaemin’s fluids on his belly. Some naughty drops fell on the younger’s chest, sliding down and mixing with his own sweat.

Still panting, both laid together with their heads on the pillows and bodies tangled with the sheets. Jeno’s bed was a disaster, but that was the last thing he cared about. Holding Jaemin between his arms was the only thing that mattered, kissing his temple and peppering kisses all over his face, while the younger rubbed his ass against his half-erected member, both craving another round.

Jeno let out a raspy laugh that made Jaemin smile.

“What is it, huh?”

“Nothing” he mumbled, leaving soft kisses on his shoulder.

“Go on, tell me” Jaemin encouraged him.

Jeno thought about it for a few seconds, still catching his breath. “I just love that you seem to want more. That’s all.”

“Don’t you want more?”

Jeno wanted to refute such a silly idea, but Jaemin looked at him with a sad pout and glistening eyes that held the stars in them. The pretended sadness melt his sensitive heart.

“Baby, if I ever say I don’t want more, you should run away ‘cause that stranger isn’t me.”

Jaemin let out a sweet laugh, his cheeks burning red for Jeno and his flirty words. He liked that side that he’d recently discovered in his friend, a bit jealous to the thought of it being his technique to get to someone’s pants. Jaemin had always been just a friend, and having that side of Jeno for him now was certainly rewarding.

It was like earning some kind of special privilege, a secret key to open a mysterious chest where the most passionate version of Jeno was secluded. Jaemin had finally gotten to that Jeno, and had he known how wonderful he was, he wouldn’t have wasted time on another man and a stupid marriage.

“Is everything okay, baby?” 

Jeno asked, probably sensing his inner conflict, or was it that his face was easy to read? Who knows… after all, they complemented each other.

“It’s nothing… I just don’t want this to be awkward for you later.”

“Hmm” Jeno agreed with a hum, Jaemin made himself comfortable resting his head on Jeno’s shoulder. “It doesn’t have to be awkward, you know?”

“I know.”

“And if you liked it, you can always come over or I can go to your house, maybe somewhere else… and, well- what I mean is-”

“So you want us to be fuck buddies?” Jaemin interrupted Jeno’s ramble, making Jeno feel suddenly shy. He was unable to link his thoughts and connect his mouth to his brain, turning again into a clumsy teenager talking to his crush, the love of his life. “I wouldn’t mind, I mean- maybe I’m not using the right words, but I want to be touched. I just don’t want to make you feel used.”

“You’re not,” but you could, anytime; Jeno wanted to add “there’s no reason for you to think that way. I know you just got out of a relationship that lasted quite some years, and I don’t mean to overwhelm you with silly stuff. You wanted sex, I gave you sex. And if you still want it, I’m here for you.”

In his mind, Jeno patted his own back, proud for getting those words out. The more rational side of him kicked his balls for how lamentable he was, imploring Jaemin for a chance, for a single glance towards his direction. He wanted Jaemin to see him, to consider him in his heart as an option for an actual lover. He needed to prove Jaemin that he could make him happy like he deserved, and Jeno was willing to be used just to get a little more of the man of his dreams.

Jaemin gave him a warm smile, but the sincerity of his gesture didn’t reach his eyes.

“Have you never considered settling down?” Jaemin inquired with concern in his voice. “I mean, it’s alright if you want to stay single and keep the whole playboy thing you have going on; but, have you ever wanted to have a romantic thing with someone?”

Uh-oh, Jeno didn’t like the path this conversation was taking.

He could be honest with Jaemin and admit that he had been waiting for him his whole life, or he could keep lying and pretending that he was fine staying friends with him. The delirious one-sided love he’s kept for years, would remain his secret and die with him.

“I just- maybe it’s never been the right time” Jeno congratulated himself again for such an idiotic response. “I’ve never been with someone who makes me want forever with them romantically, but…” his gaze found Jaemin’s sparkly eyes. This was the closest he would ever be from confessing his undying love “I am open for any possibility.”

It was hard to ignore the way Jaemin took his gaze from Jeno’s eyes to his lips, coming and going repeatedly. Jaemin’s smile felt more sincere, and love blended with desire as their lips crashed again in a slow, needy kiss.

This time, he took a bit longer to enter his tongue on the younger’s mouth, savoring the sensation of their lips touching tenderly. Even with his eyes closed, Jeno could tell how Jaemin’s beautiful, long lashes adorned his cheeks. Even without looking, Jaemin could tell that Jeno’s frown had softened into a pleased gesture.

Jeno broke the kiss just enough to admire Jaemin’s long lashes falling like cascades under his eyes. He was the most precious thing in the world for him, he looked gorgeous like a doll made of all that is fair. The tip of his nose brushed Jaemin’s, whose urge for having his lips again was profound, yet Jeno was adamant in being lazy with his movements.

“Can you please kiss me already?”

“Patience, baby” Jeno mumbled with a smirk. “We have the whole night, and all the nights you’d have me.”

Pleased by his words, Jaemin gripped Jeno’s muscular arm embracing his body. He found a place for his leg on Jeno’s waist and propped himself onto the older’s figure. He reached for Jeno’s hardened length, guiding it towards his gaping hole, eager to take him once more.

“Come on. Didn’t you say you wanted more?” Jaemin whispered.

“Sure baby, just let me get a condom.”

“Don’t wanna” the younger mumbled against his lips. “Can we do it without it? I’m clean… are you?”

Jeno could feel his heart beating in his dick.

“I am…”

He thanked daytime Jeno for being sensible and testing himself on a regular basis during his heavier sexual seasons. Still, it had been a long time since he had fucked someone, partially because Jaemin always interfered without being even present. Just the thought of him made Jeno abandon the idea of sticking his dick inside someone else.

Entering Jaemin without barriers was the most electrifying sensation he could have ever experienced. His fingers gripped the younger’s butt as Jaemin’s walls clenched his erection in such a way that Jeno believed he wouldn’t be able to live without that feeling again. He’d yearn for it every single day and night, yearn for his love, for his passion… Jeno’s heart would ache for a mere look from Jaemin.

His thrusts were now slow and gentle. He needed to enjoy this feeling, stretch the moment into something close to forever, but Jaemin seemed tired. It was evident that both would succumb to sleep as soon as the next orgasm came. Nevertheless, Jeno would make an effort to stay awake, immersing himself with the sight of Jaemin sleeping peacefully and satisfied.

He refused to let the best night of his life come to an end.

Jeno’s free hand cupped Jaemin’s belly, sticky with the remnants of cum and sweat from both men. He reached for his cock dripping with pre-cum once again, and as he felt himself being close, Jeno stroked Jaemin’s length until the younger’s breath hitched and his hips quivered in pleasure.

“Mmm, Jeno” Jaemin moaned his name, and Jeno focused on memorizing such beautiful melody. “Fuck- you have no idea… how much I want this every night. I wish you’d fuck me- every single night… ah!”

“Every night of your life, baby” he promised with a soft moan. “Anytime you want it.”

Languidly, Jaemin created some distance just to lay on top of him. He hugged the older man more closely, more intimately, reaching for his lips with more ease and allowing him to trace delicate lines on his back and butt cheeks. His ass bounced every time their hips crashed, and in that position, Jaemin found Jeno’s joy in his blissful frown.

They breathed the same oxygen, swallowing each other’s moans. Jaemin wanted nothing else but this every day and every night, accept Jeno’s love and finish to admit in his heart that they were made for each other.

As both reached one more orgasm, Jeno in his insides and Jaemin between their stomachs, the younger thought to himself that no one will ever make him feel the same way the older had.

“Are you staying for breakfast?” Jeno inquired half asleep. His cock now laid soft between his legs.

“Sure, as long as you’re cooking.”

Jeno smiled candidly, their noses touching just slightly in a tender gesture. He surrendered to the impulse of kissing his forehead, in a way more romantic than what he’d planned.

“Of course, whatever the princess wants.”

Jaemin pinched his side, making him laugh.

“Shut up, go to sleep.”

“I’ll set an alarm for later. Maybe an hour from now. Can’t clean ourselves now, honestly.”

“Me neither” Jaemin added. He lifted his head to see him set his alarm, but none of them had the strength to reach for the lamplight. They cuddled against the other, and Jaemin surrendered to sleep in the middle of lazy kisses that were to his heart’s content.

- - - - - -

“We’re ready for your stamps.”

After checking the documents, Jaemin’s lawyer gave the green light to proceed. Jaemin stamped his seal on the blank with his name, while his now ex husband did the same. 

The divorce was finally settled.

Both lawyers bid their farewells and the four people left the room. Jaemin was legally single again, and he walked like a renewed man with his freedom crown floating on top of his head.

“So you came with Jeno” his ex commented, to which Jaemin nodded. He wasn’t being reproached about it, but he knew his ex wasn’t surprised either. It’s like he had been expecting Jeno’s presence, yet felt a certain dismay about it.

“He drove me here. My car is at the shop and it’ll come out this afternoon.”

The other man nodded, they reached the lobby and spotted Jeno waiting a few meters away, aimlessly looking at the people who’d come and go. He was like a puppy waiting for his owner. Wherever Jaemin went, Jeno would follow him blindly.

“And to think that everyone warned me about marrying you… that it was a mistake.” he added with slight bitterness. Jaemin looked at him briefly, the man he once thought he loved; and then, he looked at the man he knew was the one. “I kinda always knew it, you know? I just didn’t want to see it. You were never the same with me as with him.”

Jaemin knew it too, he always did after all. He should’ve never married another man; he should’ve never been a coward.

Maybe things had to be this way, he thought to himself.

“I’m sorry. We should’ve split up earlier, when we both realized.” Jaemin replied.

Both bid their last goodbyes, and Jaemin walked eagerly towards Jeno. After leaving the security filter, the older one noticed him and stood up to greet him again with a smile.

“Ready?”

“Ready” Jaemin confirmed with a shimmering smile.

“Do you still want omakase or should we go for another thing? I know an omakase place, though.”

“Jeno,” the younger gleamed, moved by his man’s dedication and complacency. He knew he would never get used to it, since Jeno was always coming up with new ways to pamper him. “I’d go anywhere with you.”

“Well, let me spoil you today, then.”

Jaemin wanted to replicate, saying that he always did. All those gestures that were natural in Jeno now meant the entire world to him.

Hand in hand, both went straight to the parking lot, ready to begin a new life together after keeping their feelings underground for so long.

From now on, Jeno would love Jaemin, and Jaemin would love Jeno for as long as life let them do so.