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Jaemin can’t tell if he’s humiliated or comforted by how quiet the dive bar is. Valentine’s Day, all alone. He shakes his head, runs his hand through his hair, takes another big swig of his shitty drink. Looking around, it’s very subdued, some oldies playing off a cash-only juke box, some couples in booths either too new to make a big deal out of Valentine’s Day or together for so long that it’s not some momentous thing. 

Either way, the intimacy has him scowling back into his watery rum and coke. There are a few groups of guys playing pool, not too noisy, but obviously a little drunk and rowdy. 

Why did he even come here? It felt too depressing to spend the night in his new studio apartment by himself, staring at the cardboard boxes of his shit, cuddling his cats and wallowning in self pity. It’s what he’s been doing for the past two weeks. 

It’s his first Valentine’s Day alone in years, the first since-

“Ah, excuse me?”

Jaemin lifts his head out of his arms and looks suspiciously at the guy who has sidled up next to him out of seemingly nowhere. He just cocks an eyebrow in response, too grumpy to say anything. 

The guy lets out a little laugh at that, more of an exhale through his nose, and scratches his cheek. Not self-conscious but obviously not expecting to be met with such blatant hostility. He’s cute, Jaemin will give him that, even though he doesn’t want to. Cute, but not his type. 

“You here alone?”

Jaemin narrows his eyes and looks around him, wordlessly signaling, yes, obviously, why don’t you rub it in a little more? 

But the guy just smiles easily, flicks the hair out of his eyes. “You wanna play pool?”

Looking back at his drink, giving the melting ice a little swirl with the tiny black straw, he addresses the bar top with a low, “No thank you.”

This has the guy slumping against the wooden bar with a huff. “Please?”

Presumptuous. Jaemin curiously looks back at him. The guy is pouting. Not a typical response to getting rejected. 

Rolling his eyes, the guy gestures with his thumb to the pool table closest to them. “See those guys?” Jaemin sees them, an elegant twink and a tall, nervous looking guy hanging off his every word. “Tonight was supposed to be this ‘single dudes only’ hang, and now I’m third-wheeling their weird will-we-won’t-we thing and the novelty is wearing off.”

“Okay…” Jaemin looks up at him, wondering how this has anything to do with him. He can be stubborn when he wants to. Difficult, even.  

“So…” The guy leans closer, the leather of his jacket crinkling and catching the red light overhead. His tongue presses against the inside of his cheek, a little douchey, but it brings Jaemin’s attention to the moles scattered across his face.  “I’m selfishly asking you, pretty boy alone at the bar, if you could make tonight less excruciating for me. Plus, then we can play doubles and I can kick their ass and embarrass Jisung.”

Jaemin studies him seriously, deciding to pin him down with his eyes, something he’s quite talented at. He usually makes people fold, look away, leave him be. 

It doesn’t work this time. Instead the guy just leans comfortably into his stare, looks Jaemin up and down with a knowing smirk while rubbing his palm on his jean-clad thigh like he’s excited. Like he knows Jaemin’s going to say yes. 

Jaemin isn’t going to say yes. Too cocky, too much social activity, too much people-time when he’s trying to be miserable alone. 

“I don’t know how to play pool.” Dismissive. Bored. Uncaring. That’s what he’s going for at least. 

“Doesn’t matter,” The guy scooches closer, so close their arms brush. “I’m good enough for the both of us.”

“I don’t know you.”

“I’m Donghyuck,” He puts his hand out for a shake. “Nice to meet you.”

Jaemin stares at his hand until Donghyuk drops it with a sigh. 

“Okay, okay, I get it,” Donghyuck leans against the bar top and looks over at his friends with resignation. The tall guy tries to do a trick shot and fails momentously, the shorter guy laughs and pat his arm happily, they’re both blushing and giggly and obviously into each other. It does look pretty miserable. “I’ll leave you alone.” He says it with put-on disappointment, but Jaemin can tell it’s real. Maybe it’s the least he can do, help out a fellow suffering brother-in-arms on this day of forced romance.

Pursing his lips, cogs turning really, really hard in his drink-addled brain, he offers up a gravely, “Fine.” Jaemin sighs. “But you’re gonna regret it. I really suck.”

It’s hard not to feel something when Donghyuck looks down at him with a crooked grin, eyes sparkling. “Dude, you are a life-saver.” He reaches out and grabs Jaemin’s limp hand off the sticky bar. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Jaemin sucks his teeth and pulls his hand back from Donghyuck’s sweaty grip. Ew. That’s why he was rubbing it on his jeans a minute ago. “Don’t push it.”

Donghyuck just laughs, like he’s entertained by Jaemin’s cold attitude and spiteful demeanor. “Okay, okay. Now, come on.” He picks up Jaemin’s drink for him and beckons towards the table. “Let’s go ruin their vibe.”

Jaemin smiles for a brief second to himself when Donghyuck turns his back towards him, following in his footsteps towards the soon-to-be-couple. He’s in a vibe-ruining mood for sure. 

“Guys, I found my date for doubles.”

“Yah,” Jaemin grumbles, snatching his drink back from Donghyuck while pretending to not notice the arm getting looped over his shoulder. Donghyuck’s a little shorter than him, but doesn’t seem to mind pulling Jaemin down into his grasp. 

“This is Renjun,” Donghyuck gestures to the smaller one who is way too dressed up for a dive, “And that’s Jisung. Say hello.”

Renjun and Jisung follow orders and say polite niceties to him, not too intrigued, obviously so drawn in to each other. 

Jaemin gives a little bow and a little wave, still ignoring the arm slung around his shoulder. “I’m Jaemin.”

“Hmm,” Donghyuck chirps happily, finally dragging his name out of him. “Jaemin’s saving me from you guys.”

Jisung turns red, looks shyly down at Renjun who just glares at Donghuck while also trying to hide his blush. Jaemin elbows Donghyuck in the side to get him off him. 

“Okay,” Jeamin drawls. “I haven’t tried to play pool since college, who goes first?”

–

Playing pool with Donghyuck is unfortunately a wonderful time. At some point during one of Renjun and Jisung’s moderately-played turns, Donghyuck had snuck to the bar and gotten them a round of tequila shots. Jaemin grimaced as it went down, no lemon or lime slices provided as a chaser, just straight liquor. Donghyuck lifted his empty glass in the air and cheered obnoxiously, skin all red and flushed from the alcohol. Jaemin shook his head with a small laugh.

Yeah, definitely not his type. He’s never been big on loud attention-seekers, they typically drained his social battery too fast. But he isn’t on a date, he doesn’t need to assess Donghyuck. They’re just playing pool. 

“Jaemin! Your turn!” Donghyuck claps him on the shoulder, gives it a little passing, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it squeeze. 

“I really suck at this,” Jaemin smiles wickedly. While Donghyuck has been trying to blow Renjun and Jisung out of the water, out of spite it seems, Jaemin has been trying to sabotage him at every turn. Mostly to get a reaction out of Donghyuck. At first patient and unaffected to loudly throwing himself over the table after every purposefully bad shot Jaemin made. It’s been fun making Donghyuck suffer. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Here,” Donghyuck crouches across the table from him and puts his mouth above one of the pockets. “Aim.” He opens it wide, squeezing his eyes closed, and points with both fingers at his open mouth. 

Jaemin throws his head back and laughs for a moment before composing himself, giggling as he lines up the shot. Renjun and Jisung complain beside him at Donghyuck’s antics. “You’re friends with him, not me,” Jaemin says with a smile as he shoots the yellow towards the red, making his first successful shot of the night. 

Donghyuck cheers, skips around the table to glomp onto Jaemin, a guy he’s known for less than an hour but is treating with unfeigned familiarity. “I knew you could do it!” 

Jaemin laughs as Donghyuck tries to nuzzle into his chest, pushing him off and giving him a kind-hearted kick in the rear. “I’ve never missed a shot like that before,” Jaemin winks with a wide smile.

Donghyuck waggles his eyebrows back before lining up his shot and sinking the blue ball effortlessly. “I’m not surprised.”

“Yuck, get a room.” Renjun hip checks Donghyuck aside for his turn. “Don’t be gross.”

“Don’t be gross?” Donghyuck balks, looking at Jaemin conspiratorially. “Okay, hypocrite.”

Jisung titters behind one of his large hands. They’re cute. All of them. Renjun and Jisung’s adorable circling of each other, so sweet that Jaemin can’t even be mad at it. But especially Donghyuck. Lazy confidence, shaggy hair, bad posture, a baby-doll face that doesn’t seem to match the torn jeans and faded leather jacket at all, yet somehow it works for him. 

Donghyuck catches his eyes wandering down around his thighs with a smirk. Jaemin watches Jisung take his turn, neck a little hot all of a sudden. Then, Donghyuck is beside him, closer than before, unignorable body heat emanating off him. 

“Your turn,” He says quietly, giving Jaemin’s lower back a light nudge. “Line up.”

As he goes to bend over the table, conscious not to stick his ass out too much this time with Donghyuck up in his space, warm hands run down his arms and guide his cue stick. “Let me,” Donghyuck breathes into his ear, draping himself over Jaemin’s back to position his arms and aim. 

Jaemin bites back a smile, and lets himself enjoy it. 

—

Okay, maybe Donghyuck isn’t exactly his type, but, what is Jaemin’s type? He watches Donghyuck puff away on his fluorescent pink vape out on the patio, sitting next to him on a picnic table that’s seen far better days, back resting against the nasty table-top. Renjun and Jisung are still inside, or maybe they’re in a taxi, maybe they’re already home.  

Jaemin’s type…wouldn’t it just be Jeno? After six plus years together, that’s what it had started to feel like, wrapped tight in a shroud of sweet monogamy. Some kind of buff puppy-dog type with gentle eyes? Submissive almost to a fault? He doesn’t know if he could stomach anybody like that at this point without plunging into a depression. Who was he before Jeno, who was he drawn to? He was so young it doesn’t seem relevant or accurate anymore. 

What he knows is that Donghyuck is brash, grating at times, domineering and impossible to ignore. Can’t take no for an answer, and is loud about it. He’s been able to get that much in the last hour or so. But cute, very cute. Handsome when the light hits him a certain way…but mostly cute. 

“You’re trying to decide whether or not to go home with me,” Donghyuck says with an exhale of sweet-smelling vapor. He says it like a know-it-all, like he’s pre-empting Jaemin, cutting to the chase. 

Jaemin rolls his eyes and kicks at the gravel. “Who said anything about going home with you?”

“Me.” Donghyuck turns to face him more on the bench, props up his elbow and puts his chin in his hand. “I did, right now.” 

Jaemin wrinkles his nose up, eyes on the vape clutched in Donghyuck’s free hand. “Smoking is gross. It’s a bad habit.”

“Yeah, it’s really bad for you, lung cancer or whatever,” Donghyuck looks up at the string lights messily draped above them. Then he looks at Jaemin with a goofy smile. “But I’m vaping, so...” 

Jaemin looks at him and laughs, even though he really doesn't wnat to. He can’t help it. He’s been laughing all night. Donghyuck makes him laugh. He hasn’t laughed in weeks! Not really, not beyond a small chuckle here and there at his cats’ cute antics. 

“Donghyuck, Donghyuck Donghyuck,” He shakes his head with a smile, looks down at his hands because he can’t bear to look back at him. 

“Jaemin, Jaemin, Jaemin,” Donghyuck scooches closer, brings a hand up and scratches at the back of Jaemin’s neck. “So, what’s the verdict?”

“Hm?” Jaemin plays dumb, refuses to look at him, pretends his cuticles are really interesting. 

“You going home with me? Or going home alone?” Donghyuck's hand shifts higher, fingers threading through the short hairs at the base of his skull. “I, for one, am in favor of the first option.”

Jaemin sighs, feels like being vulnerable, baring himself for a moment. This is nice, Donghyuck is nice, but still, even though the melancholy of getting dumped two weeks ago is at bay, it’s definitely still seeped into his bones. “I don’t know,” he says softly, leans into Donghyuck’s touch, let’s himself be pet a little bit.

“You know you want to,” Donghyuck taunts quietly, toothlessly.

Jaemin just hums in response. He does. Kind of. He’s conflicted. It feels wrong to even think about doing something like this so soon after. Disrespectful, somehow, even though he was the one kicked to the curb. So to speak. 

He’s not handling the breakup very well, alright? That’s why he showed up at this dive in the first place. 

“I got dumped a couple weeks ago,” Jaemin admits, looking up at Donghyuck carefully. “Damaged goods.”

Donghyuck keeps petting at his hair, scritching at his scalp. “Okay. ‘Handle with care.’ Got it.”

It’s Jaemin’s turn to pout. “This is a bad idea.”

But Donghyuck just nuzzles into his neck, places a hot kiss under his ear. “Why?”

“I don’t know…”

“You into making guys beg? Is that it?” Donghyuck uses his grip on his hair to tilt his head closer, kisses down his neck. Jaemin lets him. “I’m not above it.”

“You don’t know me.”

A kiss to his adam’s apple, a tug on his ear. “Whose fault is that?” Donghyuck pulls back, turns Jaemin’s face towards him. Why is he letting Donghyuck do that? He usually cares more about his ten-step skin routine. “I’m only gonna ask one more time.” 

His eyes search Jaemin’s face, hungry but hard but also…something else, something sweet, something gentle. 

Ah…is that what it feels like? Butterflies? Jaemin almost wants to grab at his pec, soothe himself after feeling his breath catch for the first time in years, the nervous swirl in his gut. 

With his eyes on Donghyuck’s heart-shaped mouth, Jaemin nods. Can’t summon a proper verbal response. Donghyuck raises his eyebrows, nods with an unspoken question mark, making Jaemin smile shakily and nod again. 

That warm hand is at the back of his head again, pulling him in. Jaemin gasps smally before his lips meet Donghyuck’s. His mouth is unbearably hot, lips insistent and sure. How can Jaemin do anything but melt into it entirely? Is this what his real goal was coming out tonight, some deep-buried longing, a need to feel wanted? A viable object of desire?

Donghyuck’s thumb runs up and down his neck as he tips it back for a deeper kiss. He must be lifting himself off the bench seat to get that angle, but Jaemin’s eyes are closed and he doesn’t really care about the specifics. It just feels good. He grunts as Donghyuk’s tongues at the seam of his lips, inviting himself inside. A hand grabs at Jaemin’s pec, copping a feel. 

Jaemin giggles and pushes him off, regaining consciousness after being kissed dizzy. They’re still outside in relative public, the shabby patio right next to the parking lot. The bar door opens and closes, releasing a gust of music into the night. Donghyuck smiles back at him, almost knowingly. He grips at Jaemin’s thigh before giving it a final pat. 

“Okay, princess. I walked.” He gestures with his head towards the block of apartments down the street. “Otherwise I’d say ‘Your chariot awaits.’” He stands up, does a funny little bow, Jaemin is unfortunately smitten by the ridiculousness of the situation. He takes Donghyuck’s hand when he offers to help him stand up. 

“Keep calling me that.” 

Donghyuck bumps shoulders with him as they start walking together. “Does that make me your knight in shining armor?”

“More like a warty toad.” He shrieks with laughter as Donghyuck lunges to tickle his sides, running a few paces ahead and shaking his head at Donghyuck’s loud crocodile tears. Something about this cat-and-mouse schtick is easy, comfortable. Like pulling out an old dusty bike out of the garage and giving it a spin around the block, low tire pressure and all. 

Donghyuck isn’t his type at all…yeah, right. Whatever that means. 

– 

Donghyuck is pressing him into his poorly made bed with the entirety of his body weight when Jaemin realizes he should probably say something. But every time the anxious bubble of a thought glimpses the surface, he’s drowned in another kiss that makes him tingle all the way down to his toes. Donghyuck is pinning him to the bed like he’s two times bigger than he actually is, or Jaemin is two times smaller. It’s nice, makes Jaemin wonder less what to do with his hands when all he can do is uselessly grip at Donghyuck’s arms and hips. 

He’s not used to doing it this way, you see. If things were playing out in a way he’d deem “normal,” Jaemin would be the one on top of Donghyuck, forcing out little moans and sighs, bringing Donghyuck to tears, dominating him, shoving his cock into him and teasing him and undeniably, most importantly, being on top. Well if not on top, just…topping. 

That is obviously not on Donghyuck’s docket. But the thing is, Jaemin hasn’t bottomed since before Jeno, and even then just a few miserable times he can count on one hand. That doesn’t mean fingers didn’t get involved every so often, but fingers are no match for a hard cock.

Speaking of hard cocks…Donghyuck is grinding theirs together with a sadistic roll of his hips that has Jaemin hissing. The relief, the pleasure, almost entirely overshadowed by the rough drag of fabric and the sheer force.  

Jaemin loves it.

“Ah fuck,” he curses through grit teeth, eyebrows knit together. “Wow.”

Donghyuck laughs breathily into his neck at that, bites at his shoulder hard through his sweater. “Take this off.” 

With a pleased grunt, Jaemin carefully pulls the sweater off, lifting his back a few inches off the bed to yank it free. 

“Wow is right,” Donghyuck pets at his crunched abs as he wrestles the sweater over his head. “Jeez.”

“I was bigger,” Jaemin grunts, throwing the sweater beside him, “like a year ago. Beefier, I mean.”

“Scary.” Donghyuck sits back on his haunches to rip his well-worn black t-shirt off and throw it behind him carelessly. The leather jacket, unfortunately, had been stripped at the door. He’s lean, lithe, soft in some places and firm in others. Jaemin can’t look away from his pretty face, Donghyuck can’t look away from his pecs. He flexes with a sharp smile, grunting happily when Donghyuck leans back down to rub his face between them. “I’d die here.”

Jaemin cackles, “Morbid.”

“Mm,” Donghyuck bites around his right nipple before dragging his tongue across it. “Take the compliment.”

“Yeah, okay.” Jaemin exhales, back arching up into Donhyuck’s expert caresses. “Fuck.” Kisses get trailed down his chest and abdomen, until Donghyuck’s tongue meets the thin treasure trail he’s been letting grow back in. Donghyuck rubs his face against it like a cat. 

“You’re so sexy.”

“I know,” Jaemin manages to get out with a toothy grin. His cheeks are starting to hurt from smiling so much, is that normal during a hook-up with a stranger? 

“I know you know.” Donghyuck grapples with his belt, then the button of his jeans and the zipper. “Now you know that I know that you know.”

Jaemin sucks his teeth in mock annoyance and bats at Donghyuck’s shoulder to move out of the way. He shimmies out of his pants, kicking at them when they tangle around his ankles. Donghyuck follows suit, rolls onto his back and yanks his baggy jeans down and off in a flurry. Then he’s back on Jaemin, bare chest to bare chest. Donghyuck reaches down between them and grabs Jaemin’s erection firmly in his long-fingered hand. 

“Mm, all wet for me.” He says it greasy, but with enough sparkle in his eyes for Jaemin to know it’s all a part of his act. Whatever act that is. He rubs his thumb over his cock head, tapping gently against the damp fabric. He’s right, Jaemin’s cock is drooling, something that only happens when he’s really, really worked up. Donghyuck grinds his own cock against Jaemin’s thigh, so hard it kind of chafes at the sensitive skin there, but Jaemin doesn’t mind. In fact, he gasps into it, hips bucking up into Donghyuck’s firm grip. 

“Yeah,” he manages to pant. 

Donghyuck smiles wickedly and kneels over him, shuffling up until his crotch is right in Jaemin’s face, forcing him to go cross-eyed when he lifts his dick up and out of his briefs, balls fighting against the elastic waistline. 

“Okay, princess, open up.” Donghyuck shakes it a little in front of his face. Maybe he’s expecting more of a challenge, more squawking, more of Jaemin pretending he’s not as into it as his body is obviously giving away. But instead, Jaemin just simpers, opens his mouth and looks up at Donghyuck through his lashes. His ridiculously long lashes. He knows the effect they have. He even bats them a bit, just to do more damage. 

Donghyuck grimaces and taps the tip against his tongue. “What the fuck.”

Jaemin tongues at the underside of his cock, inhaling the musk, tasting it. Then Donghyuck’s feeding his cock into his mouth properly. Jaemin grabs Donghyuck’s beautiful thighs and digs his fingers in as he bobs his head as much as he can manage laying down. Donghyuck’s making these happy little cat noises, lower pitched than Jaemin would’ve guessed based on his nasally register… Donghyuck’s kind of sex on legs, to be quite honest. Blinking tears out of his eyes as Donghyuck breaches his throat, triggers his gag reflex, he quickly taps on Donghyuck’s thigh to signal a breather. He pants raggedly as Donghyuck stares down at him with wonder, fingers dragging through the thick, ropey saliva coating his cock. 

“I wanna fuck you so bad,” Donghyuck says, eyes all dark and siren-like. “You gonna let me?”

Here it is, the point of no return. An out. Jaemin can say no, they can resort to happily sucking each other off, which is honestly quite tempting. Donghyuck is thick, maybe not as long as him, but definitely girthier. A little more intimidating to shove up into his guts. His jaw is already sore from unhinging to fit around it.

Jaemin opens and closes his mouth, pouts for a second. He doesn’t Donghyuck, he doesn’t owe him anything, there aren’t any expectations to live up to or falter under. For all Donghyuck knows, Jaemin bottoms exclusively, that’s all he’s ever done, he’s never topped in his life. He doesn’t know how Donghyuck is interpreting his reactions. 

“Yeah, okay,” Jaemin says with another flutter of his eyelashes. For as much as he can yap, as talkative as he can be, sometimes he prefers to say the bare minimum. Donghyuck grins at him and shuffles downwards. 

“Let’s get these off then.”

Warm fingers dip into Jaemin’s waistband, slowly dragging his lilac briefs down beneath his aching erection, dipping under his balls, down his tensed thighs, and finally off from around his feet. Donghyuck is careful about it, more careful than he has been about most everything else tonight. Like he’s relishing in the reveal.

“Mm,” Donghyuck hums as Jaemin opens his legs, sits between them on his hip, dragging a lazy hand up his thigh against the grain of his spare leg hair. Jaemin puts his arms above his head for some reason, cushioned on the pillow above his head. Feels like putting himself on display a bit. Might as well feed into this Irresistible Bottom thing he has going on. He flexes his cock, makes it twitch, balls jumping. Donghyuck just laughs quietly, bending down to give the leaking tip a rough lick. “Fuck, you’re big.”

Jaemin bares his teeth in pleasure as Donghyuck swallows him down, one hand deftly rolling and tugging on his balls. He thumbs at the perineum before circling Jeamin’s tight hole. 

“I need lube,” Jaemin says with some urgency. But Donghyuck just hums around his cock, tongue swirling, vibrations deliciously engulfing his most tender parts. His thumb doesn’t stop its soft attention at the furl of muscle, testing the give with a tap and a press here, a circle and a tug there. 

Pulling off with a pop, Donghyuck lifts his cock and balls up out of the way and spits onto his perineum, following the drool as it drips down to his nagging thumb. “I’ll get you wet and loose, pretty boy, don’t worry.”

There’s spit shining on his chin, he looks fucked out. Jaemin knows he doesn’t look much better himself. With a grunt, Donghyuck reaches over the side of the bed. Jaemin hears a drag and a loud thunk before a shoebox is hoisted onto the bedspread. 

He can’t help but crook a judgmental eyebrow at Donghyuck’s box of sex supplies. It was duct taped on one side, completely bent up and dented on the other. 

“How old are you exactly?”

Donghyuck just scoffs and flips open the worn-out lid to grab a half-empty, frankly sticky looking, bottle of lube and a roll of gold-packaged condoms. 

With a noise of disgust, Jaemin’s knees draw up instinctively. He would never, could never. His boxes of sex paraphernalia are meticulously organized, aesthetically pleasing, and, most importantly, clean-looking and presentable. 

“Uh-uh-uh,” Donghyuck forces his knees back down with his free hand. “This is my house, no judgement please.”

“You can do better,” Jaemin says, the Irresistible Bottom mask slipping for a second. 

Donghyuck gives him a fake smile. It has the corners of Jaemin’s mouth tugging upwards, a genuine smile from his threatening to escape. “You’re ruining the mood.”

“No, you’re ruining the- oh, fuck!” 

Donghyuck smiles into his inner thigh as his lubed-up middle finger breaches Jaemin’s entrance without warning. Maybe as an apology, Donghyuck settles onto his front between his legs and kisses at Jaemin’s hole around it, coaxing him to relax into it. 

“So tight,” Donghyuck muddles into Jaemin’s warm skin, tongue tracing insistent circles around his finger. “You need to breathe.”

Jaemin exhales loudly, body all locked and tense. He wills himself to chill out, flexes his toes and reaches down to grab at Donghyuck’s small head. Donghyuck makes a pleased noise, and continues to eat him out loudly, lewd, slick noises ringing around the room. 

“Oh my god.” Leg kicking out with a mind of its own, Jaemin flails a bit as Donghyuck presses his index finger inside, scissoring him open properly while moving his oral attention up to his perineum. 

“That’s right,” Donghyuck hums, then goes to suckle at his balls again, eyes-heavy lidded but tracking each of Jaemin’s reactions. “I’m gonna need you open and dripping if I’m gonna get inside. You’re so fucking tight..” He punctuates it with another bite to the tender skin above his cock, which jerks weakly in response. “I don’t know if I’m gonna fit.”

Yeah, yeah, okay. Jaemin almost wants to roll his eyes, but he’s too swept up in cascading waves of pleasure to actually be turned off by Donghyuck’s cocky dirty talk. 

Before he knows it, two fingers become three, Donghyuck’s mouth is just all over every inch of skin between his legs, and then his pinky is slipping its way inside for good measure. Jaemin’s not sure how much time has passed, it could’ve been minutes, it could've been half an hour, who knows. His eyebrows are starting to ache from scrunching so hard, he’s flushed down to his chest, which is heaving like he’s in some bodice-ripper. Donghyuck is completely taking him apart. And God does he look good doing it. 

Fingers slip out of his tight clutch with a wet schlick, drawing Donghyuck’s full attention. He taps his lubey fingers against Jaemin’s winking hole with a smile that’s more for himself than the man attached to said hole. “Nice.”

“Urgh,” Jaemin groans, nails biting into Donghyuck’s shoulders. “Okay, enough. I’m ready.”

Donghyuck crawls back over him, forcing Jaemin to go cross-eyed again with how close he tips their faces together. Jaemin’s heart may or may not stutter in his chest, if it does that’s his business. For a second Jaemin’s worried Donghyuck is going to try for an ass-to-mouth kiss, which they definitely aren’t close enough for. He looms over him for a good breath or two, eyes searching his eyes for…something. Jaemin’s not sure what, but he looks pleased when he pulls back after giving a small bite to his nose. “Flip over then,”  he gestures with his chin and gives a gentle tap to Jaemin’s thigh. “Lemme put it in.”

When he does, Donghyuck takes a beat to run his hands up and down Jaemin’s toned back, fingers digging into the muscle, short nails biting his skin. It eases him into an arch. It’s not that he’s as flighty as a spooked horse, but his nerves must be at least somewhat evident to Donghyuck, despite being no better than strangers. 

Those same gentle hands press down on Jaemin’s lower back to exaggerate the arch, a noise of approval humming from his throat. 

“You look good like this,” Donghyuck says, cock rubbing at Jaemin’s taint, flirting with his loosened hole. 

If only you knew. Jaemin breathes out a laugh and rubs his face into one of Donghyuck’s pillows like a cat to stabilize himself, keep relaxed and loose. Memories of his previous experiences bottoming have his thighs flexing, tension creeping into his shoulder. He wills himself to breathe and not look back over his shoulder as Donghyuck grabs at one of his narrow hips and presses his cock against Jaemin’s fluttering entrance. 

“I’ll go slow,” Donghyuck says softly, hand rubbing at his hip comfortingly. 

It’s hard not to wince as Donghyuck cock shoves in the first inch or so. Slow rolls of his hips have him sinking deeper and deeper, taking his time with it. 

Donghyuck grunts lowly as he finally bottoms out, hands parting Jaemin’s small ass to nestle in as deep as possible. “Breathe,” he says almost as a warning. That’s when Jaemin realizes he has not been doing that at all. 

With a loud exhale he groans into the pillow, clutching it to his face, not really wanting to be perceived as his body struggles to cope with being filled so completely. 

“Fuck,” Jaemin hisses as Donghyuck tentatively pulls back and thrusts in. “Fuck.”

Donghyuck hums, reaches around to grip at Jaemin’s softening cock. “Come on, big boy, you can take it.” 

That coaxes a strained laugh out of Jaemin, tricks his body into opening a bit. He turns his head to the side to drink in some air and pushes back against Donghyuck’s now steady thrusts. The friction on his cock definitely dulls the ache and foreignness of getting fucked for the first time in years. 

They find their rhythm, Donghyuck angling his strokes to rub insistently against Jaemin’s prostrate. It has him drooling onto Donghyuck's pillowcase, which is probably bad hookup etiquette, but he can’t find it in himself to care all too much. Especially not when Donghyuck reaches up and bullies two fingers into his slack mouth. 

“That’s right,” Donghyuck says, blanketing his back, pressing him into the mattress for more of a flat-iron fuck than quasi-doggy. Jaemin mourns the loss of Donghyuck’s hand wrapped around his aching cock, but the friction of the sheets provides the barest minimum relief. “Lift your hips up.”

Jaemin tries, sort of. It’s near impossible while getting smushed into the mattress, Donghyuck’s hard thrusts pushing his hips down. He arches a bit into it, fires up his core to lift his hips up. A broken moan gets muffled into his neck, so he considers it a win. Donghyuck’s fingers reach further back in his mouth, like he’s trying to trigger his gag reflex. Successfully triggering his gag reflex actually. Jaemin’s stomach turns, and he pulls Donghyuck’s fingers out of his mouth with a wet cough. 

“Ugh! Don’t” Tears prick at the corners of Jaemin’s eyes. 

“Sorry.” Donghyuck doesn’t sound sorry at all, but he bites at the tender skin behind Jaemin’s ear expertly enough to force him to forgive and forget. “I get excited when I get guys like you under me.” He pulls back and harshly fucks his cock in, so hard it makes Jaemin yelp. “Impulse control issues.”

Jaemin gasps as Donghyuck starts drilling into him, his chest is hot and sweaty against his back. It would be gross if Jaemin’s wasn’t so dreadfully turned on. He keeps humping the mattress under him while also doing his best to keep his hips up to meet Donghyuck.

“Love it like this,” Donghyuck grunts, teeth biting into Jaemin’s back sloppily. “Big guy like you under me, taking my cock. You don’t usually let yourself get fucked like this, right? 

No biting comeback comes to mind, so instead Jaemin lets himself moan in response. How did he know!?

“But you’re such a pretty bottom,” Donghyuck coos in his ear, mouth hot. It’s on the edge of condescending, but so obviously tinged in validation and good humor that Jaemin nods in agreement, eyes scrunched closed so he doesn’t have to see the look of satisfaction on Donghyuck’s face. The responding laugh is muffled under his jaw. 

“I wanna come,” Jaemin manages to grit out, ignoring all of Donghyuck’s one-sided dirty talk. He pushes back against Donghyuck to raise himself back onto his hands and knees. Reaching down, he goes to grab at cock, but gets his hand gently batted away. 

“Let me.” Donghyuck repositions behind him, shoving his cock back in and only thrusting shallowly while he quickly jerks Jaemin off. “You can come on my cock, hm? I know it feels good.” 

Jaemin’s arms shake not from exertion but from overwhelming pleasure and overstimulation, head hanging low. His thighs are trembling from getting so thoroughly fucked, his lower back is starting to smart, and he feels so, so, so, so good. 

“Oh god,” Jaemin hiccups as he feels his orgasm fast approaching. Donghyuck is rolling his hips to keep pressure on his prostate, one hand tugging on his balls and the other focusing on stroking hard and fast around his tip. It won’t take much to tip him over the edge, he’s almost there. His hips jerk sloppily, trying to fuck into Donghyuck’s hands. “I’m so close, I can’t-”

“Come on, princess.”

Jaemin comes with a low cry, and his arms give out, not able to support him as his orgasm courses through him with a vengeance. Donghyuck follows him as he dips forward, hands stilling their movement but still gripping Jaemin through it, milking him for all he’s worth. “Fuck!” He’s shaking, out of breath, hot and flushed and sticky all over. “Oh my god, what the fuck.”

Donghyuck purrs a bit, like that was a compliment more than a mindless string of curses. “That sounded good.”

Jaemin just grunts in response, all horniness starting to fade from his body. He’s always had a mean refractory period, which typically didn’t matter when he topped. Like Donghyuck’s he always made sure whoever was bottoming came first. 

“Just stay there,” Donghyuck says, sounding out of breath himself now. He pulls his cock out and Jaemin can hear the condom getting rolled off and tossed aside. “Just stay…right there…”

Grabby hands squeeze at his ass, his hips, press into his back and rake nails against his skin. Lewd sounds of Donghyuck jerking off behind him pique his interest. He looks over his shoulder to find Donghyuck’s eyes half-lidded, dark, and trained right at his face. 

Donghyuck’s head dips down to his chest as he comes with a guttural groan. Hot come shoots onto Jaemin’s lower back, and Jaemin’s lips twinge with a grimace, despite the pride trickling through his veins, that the sight of his body was enough to get Donghyuck across the finish line. 

With a final slap to Jaemin’s ass, Donghyuck drops down onto his side, splays himself out on his back and pants. 

“Phew! I am beat.” Donghyuck says, eyes closed and cock softening against his hip. There’s still a bit of come drooling from the head. If they weren’t virtually strangers, Jaemin would probably dip his fingers into it, or lick it up just to see Donghyuck jerk in overstimulation. But he doesn’t. They don’t know each other enough to play with those frayed post-coitus boundaries when nerves are fried and pleasure fades. 

With his eyes still closed, Donghyuck reaches out, hands patting around the sheet until he finds Jaemin’s knee. He gives it a little squeeze and a pat. “D’you have fun?”

Jaemin just shakes his head with a quiet laugh, finally gaining the strength to sit up. He runs a hand through his sweaty hair and pulls the soiled top sheet over his groin. Not that he’s modest, but his hard-on has disappeared, it’s chilly in here and he doesn’t really want Donghyuck to see his completely soft cock right now. 

“This was definitely not part of my Valentine’s Day plans,” Jaemin admits, curling his arms around his knees and taking in Donghyuck’s nude body as much as he can as he lays there totally unguarded. There are more moles scattered across his chest and stomach than he’d realized, but he was on his stomach for most of the time so he doesn’t really blame himself for not noticing. Donghyuck’s lashes flutter, and he opens his eyes to catch Jaemin’s blatant inspection. But that too seems to please him, he stretches out like a cat, letting out an unflattering, high-pitched shriek. 

“Me neither,” Donghyuck says, yawning as he rolls over and pushes himself off the bed. Jaemin watches his small ass bounce as he walks over to the closet and rips a shirt off the hanger, picking up a pair of discarded sweatpants off the floor. “It was a pleasant surprise.”

“I should get cleaned up,” Jaemin says quietly, ripping his gaze away from Donghyuck, never quite sure how to navigate this kind of aftermath. He’s never been much of a post-sex cuddler, but he also usually more emotionally involved with someone before he gives himself over like this. 

“Don’t move a muscle!” Donghyuck says over his shoulder as he walks out of the room. “I’ll be right back.”

When Donghyuck returns with a wash cloth, not nearly warm enough, Jaemin pushes him away with a scoff and cleans the quickly drying come off his stomach and back. 

“Cold water? Really!?” 

Donghyuck just shrugs with a sheepish smile. “I got too impatient for the hot water. Was worried I’d come back and you’d disappear. Like Cinderella." 

“I had fun,” Jaemin says. Finally answering the question Donghyuck posed minutes ago. He can’t meet Donghyuck’s eyes when he says it, for some reason, feeling a little shy and unmoored by the tenderness and shyness that Donghyuck was starting to radiate. 

Donghyuck hangs back but trails after Jaemin as he locates each piece of clothing, a sock here, a belt there, until he’s fully dressed. Rumpled, but no worse for wear. At the door, Donghyuck reaches out and loops a finger around one of Jaemin’s belt loops, dragging him away from his shoes.

“Do I get to see you again?” Donghyuck asks quietly, without any of his earlier bravado. He looked like a mussy teddy bear, hair in a million directions, cozied up in a big hoodie. Did he know Jaemin has a weakness for cute, adorable things? Gone is the handsome, cocky, leather-jacketed goofball from the bar. 

“You look like the Sleepy Time Bear.” Jaemin says smiling, eyes flitting down to Donghyuck’s pouty mouth. 

Donghyuck wiggles his body with a pitchy whine, cringing aegyo that Jaemin knows he can outdo in a heartbeat. No that he’s going to right now, he’s too bone-tired and frazzled for that. “Don’t insult me!”

“It’s cute,” Jaemin laughs and pinches at Donghyuck’s cheek before he thinks better of it. 

You're cute.

Donghyuck all but nuzzles into Jaemin’s palm, making his mouth go dry and the smile wipe off his face. Fuck. He really is cute. He quickly retracts his hand, wiping it on his thigh. 

Before Donghyuck can get the wrong idea, he shoves his pink-cased phone into Donghyuck’s chest. “Give me your number.”

–

In the cab home Jaemin looks out the window blankly, a flush creeping up his neck when he thinks back to everything that happened tonight. Who he let bend him over, and who he let himself just… be. 

Biting his lip softly he glances down at his phone, Donghyuck’s contact information staring back at him. 

Hey. I had a good time tonight. 

This is Jaemin by the way

Obviously

His phone buzzes as he steps out of the shower, cats fed. He’s never one to neglect good hygiene, even after a long night. 

Sweet dreams princess

Jaemin scrunches his nose at the screen, pretending like a smile isn’t about to shine across his face.