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There’s a new kid they’ve never seen before at tonight’s party. He’s a sweet young thing, pretty, small, delicate. Jeno can’t keep his eyes off him from across the room, watching him sway back and forth with a beer clutched in his cute hands. Jeno turns to Jaemin, who is refilling his cup with beer from the keg next to him, and asks him what he knows about him.
“The pretty one over there? I have no idea,” Jaemin says with a shrug, and Jeno frowns in disappointment. “He looks bored though. You should go chat him up.” Jaemin smirks and pats Jeno on the back before going off again into the crowd, and Jeno… Jeno might take him up on that. The poor boy really does look bored, and Jeno’s been so busy with classes lately he hasn’t had sex in over a week. From where he’s standing, this looks like a win win situation.
He downs a swig of beer for good luck before making his way over to the boy, weaving in and out of the other drunk partygoers that fill up his frat house. The closer Jeno gets to him, he sees how tiny he really is. He looks like he’d barely come up to Jeno’s chin. A flash of what it’d be like to throw him around in bed, pick him up and fuck him against the wall, comes to mind… but he shakes his head to get rid of it, focusing on the task at hand. Jesus, Jeno, you’ve got to pull the kid first.
Jeno finally approaches them, and the boy’s eyes drift to him immediately without any thought to the other boy wearing glasses chatting his ear off, before his face splits into a wide, relieved smile. “Oh, there you are!” he says enthusiastically, lunging forward to stand by Jeno’s side, and, although confused, Jeno flushes with satisfaction. This is already going much better than he thought.
“Yeah, I’ve been looking for you!” Jeno fills in effortlessly, tucking a casual arm around the boy’s waist, hoping it's not too much - but the way the boy relaxes into his touch gives him the impression he doesn’t mind one bit. “We’ve got to get out of here, we’ve got that thing to go to.”
The boy smacks a hand to his forehead theatrically, and when Jeno spares a glance to the boy with glasses watching them both in utter confusion, he has to bite back a laugh. “Of course, I nearly forgot! Thanks for getting me.” If Jeno was more daring, he might lean forward to kiss this stranger boy on the cheek, but he’s a gentleman in his roots, after all. “Well, I’m so sorry, Mark, but I’ve got to head out with my boyfriend. It was nice talking to you, though!” the boy tells glasses boy, Mark, with forced sincerity, but he manages to make it sound sweet, to his credit.
Mark finally wipes the puzzled look off his face with a shake of his head, saying “no, no, you’re totally fine. Maybe I’ll see you around?”
Jeno begins to pull the boy away in an attempt to save him from answering, but he ends up mouthing a “maybe!” to Mark before they lose him completely, disappearing into the crowd. They make it across the room, back to the original place Jeno was standing, before bursting into shared snickers and giggles.
“God bless you for that,” the boy says once they’ve gotten over their fit, leaning his shoulder back against the wall. “He roped me into listening to how he decided his field, which could’ve been interesting if only he wasn’t a Chemical Engineering major.”
Jeno raises his eyebrows and wrinkles his nose. “God, sounds awful. Shame though, he was pretty cute.”
“Mm,” the boy hums noncommittally, giving Jeno a faint once over with shining eyes. “Not as cute as the boy who came after.”
Jeno does not blush. Ever. He’s the one that makes other people blush. But he’s impressed with the boy’s tenacity, thinks it's sweet. “I usually know the names of the people I meet before they try to flirt with me,” he throws back with a curved grin, and the boy’s tilts his head back against the wall, now, exposing his neck.
“It’s Renjun,” he says, straight and proper, and Jeno loves the way it sounds so no-nonsense when it rolls off his tongue. “What about you, Prince Charming?”
Jeno laughs at the nickname. “Jeno,” he supplies, “but I like Prince Charming. Is that because I rescued you?”
“But you’re not done rescuing me yet,” Renjun says slyly, leaning forward from his tilt against the wall and standing straight to meet Jeno’s eyes - as much as he can, considering the several centimeters of height difference. “We did tell him we’d be leaving, after all. Wouldn’t want him to see us.”
Jeno darts his tongue out to wet his lips, unconsciously, feeling an excited twist in his abdomen. “Mm, you’re right. I think I might know a place.”
There’s a devilish gleam in Renjun’s eye when he offers his hand for Jeno to take, his quiet “lead the way, then” floating softly into Jeno’s ears, as smooth and sultry as if he was singing. When Jeno slides their palms together and begins to lead Renjun away to his bedroom upstairs, their footsteps quietly thumping against the ancient wooden staircase (fuck “tradition” and “keeping things sacred”, their frathouse sorely needs renovations), he figures things are done and declared enough for him to picture what Renjun’s moans sound like. He’s so breathy, so soft spoken... he shivers, and impatiently tugs Renjun along faster.
They almost don’t make it to Jeno’s dorm before their limbs begin to tangle together in desperation, and Jeno only nearly shuts the door behind them before he’s throwing Renjun against it, attaching their mouths and finally letting out a soft growl.
“Not exactly a castle,” Renjun gets out with a gasp, as Jeno starts kissing down his jaw and sucking the skin just behind his ear under his teeth. Jeno pulls away briefly to spare a glance at his room, with the clothes and books strewn about haphazardly - messier than he remembers.
He turns back to Renjun, attaching his mouth to the same spot he was at before and smirking when Renjun whines at the wetness. “Good thing we only need the use of the bed,” he says quietly into Renjun’s ear, and the way he can feel Renjun’s tiny body trembling under his hands at the words does… so many things to him.
They make out for a while longer before Jeno finally spins them around, picking Renjun up and wrapping his legs around his waist before taking them to his bed, and fuck, fuck, Renjun’s ass fits perfectly in the span of Jeno’s hands and he’s a feather weight in Jeno’s arms and Jeno needs to manhandle him right this second. He throws Renjun down, settling in between his open legs and using his elbows to spread his knees farther, before hovering over Renjun and sliding a reverent hand down his chest. He meets his eyes.
“God, you’re so fucking pretty,” he mumbles, and a sweet pink blush rises high on Renjun’s cheeks - he throws an arm over his face to cover it, but Jeno growls and grabs his arm, throwing it off his face as quick as it was put on.
“Nuh uh, Princess,” he says with a frown, pinning Renjun’s arm down to the bed. “I want to see you.”
Renjun lets out a groan, but - it’s not the kind of groan Jeno is looking for. It’s more… disgusted. “Eugh, can you please not call me Princess, I can’t believe how cheesy that was,” he says with a playful grimace - as playful as a grimace can get - and Jeno laughs, takes it in stride.
“You’re not one for royalty, huh?” he teases, beginning to inch lower, face settling closer and closer to in between Renjun’s open legs. “What should I call you then, hm?” he asks, almost in a taunt, as he slowly peels Renjun’s pants down his legs, tracing every inch of bare skin he exposes as he goes. The whines, beautiful and pitchy, Renjun keeps letting out are all going straight to his cock, which is beginning to strain in his boxers. “Honey? Darling? Angel?”
Renjun makes a cross between fake puking sounds and more breathy whines when his pants are thrown to the floor, and Jeno hooks his fingers into the band of his underwear. “Sweetheart? Baby?” Jeno continues, slowly, so carefully, beginning to inch the fabric down. “Pumpkin? How about - oh my God,” he says suddenly, the next petname leaving him as his thoughts zero in on the sight before him. “You have a pussy.”
Renjun shifts underneath him, his legs squirming, his face turning bright red. “I know,” he says, so small, beginning to sit up and make his way off the bed, but Jeno pushes him back down before he can go anywhere, still shell-shocked.
“No, no, don’t go anywhere, I... “ Jeno says, searching for the words. Renjun waits expectedly, his teeth sunk into his bottom lip. “I fucking love it,” Jeno finally settles on, and the way Renjun’s pupils dilate and his open exposed pussy clenches almost makes Jeno let out a whine himself. “Oh my god, it’s so fucking hot,” Jeno adds, bringing his attention down fully to Renjun’s pussy now, in awe at the way it's gleaming underneath the lights, almost begging to be stuffed full with a cock. Jeno’s neglected dick twitches in his pants.
He stands up suddenly and rushes to undress himself, before kneeling back down on the floor at the edge of the bed, winding his arms around Renjun’s thighs and pulling him forward until his ass is almost over and his cunt is on full, glorious display right before Jeno’s eyes. “Can I eat you out?” he says, almost with a pant, as he begins stroking his cock in his hand, his fingers getting wet from his precum.
Jeno sees Renjun blush again from where he’s sitting up on his elbows, and instead of answering, he only nods shyly - and that’s the only sign Jeno needs before he dives forward, getting his first taste of the cum that’s begun dripping down his cunt, with even more pulsing out each second that passes.
He starts with kitten licks, little brushes of tongue against Renjun's pussy lips that are already beginning to swell. His strokes get longer and broader the more Renjun's cunt opens up under his mouth, and soon Renjun's moans he's tried so hard to bite back begin tumbling out, overtaking the lewd wet sounds of Jeno working his mouth in volume.
The best part of Jeno eating Renjun out isn’t his taste, which is, to put it bluntly, fucking divine - this boy must survive on a fruit diet only, because Jeno has never tasted someone so sweet before in his life. It isn’t the way Jeno has to take one of his hands off his dick to sprawl across Renjun’s abdomen and push him down, keeping him from squirming around as Jeno sucks his pussy into his mouth. It isn’t even the way Jeno’s face is soaked, from both his spit and Renjun’s own drooling pussy, which actually forms strings of wetness between his lips and Jeno’s tongue every time he pulls away to take a breather.
It’s Renjun’s whines. He fucking sounds like he’s mewling, shaky and desperate and loud, as Jeno licks into him over and over, dipping into his clenching hole, swiping between his lips, twirling around his swollen clit. The moan he lets out when Jeno gently takes his clit into his mouth and sucks is so broken that Jeno almost worries he’s hurt him, somehow, and he looks up in concern, but Renjun shoves his head back down so fast with an exasperated “oh my god, don’t fucking stop” that Jeno can’t help the way he breaks into a tiny smirk.
Renjun’s hands are surprisingly tender, despite being wound in Jeno’s hair - a chorus of “don’t stop don’t stop feels so good” has started spilling almost incoherently from his lips as Jeno works his clit, and Jeno might find his utter desperation funny if he weren’t so focused on his hand speeding up on his cock. He starts moaning into Renjun’s pussy now, close himself, and that makes Renjun arch his back on the bed. Another pulse of wetness fills Jeno’s mouth, and he bumps his nose against Renjun’s clit in his eagerness to lap it all up, and that - that makes Renjun fall apart, and he just barely manages to warn “oh fuck, I’m cumming” before he’s spilling everywhere, soaking the bedsheet under him and covering Jeno’s face in one last sheen of slick.
His hands tighten in Jeno’s hair to the point of being painful as he rides through the waves of his orgasm, body rocking and writhing on Jeno’s bed. He begins to paw at Jeno’s face, demanding, as coherently as he can with his melted brain, for Jeno to come up here and kiss him. Jeno lunges at his words, crawling up on the bed and falling over him to bring their mouths together. Renjun releases an excited “mm!” at his own taste on Jeno’s tongue, and when Jeno starts rutting up against his stomach desperately like a dumb mutt, he snakes a hand down between them and takes Jeno’s cock into his fist.
“Ah, fuck,” Jeno groans, trying to glance down - he wants to see how fucking tiny Renjun’s hand will look on his, modesty be damned, hung cock. But Renjun pulls him back down by his other hand on his neck, licking hungrily into his mouth and jerking him one last time, and their tongues sopping against each other is all he can focus on before he whites out and he spills all over him, covering Renjun’s chest and tummy in his cum.
They pant against each other’s mouths for a few minutes as they both come down. Jeno could’ve sworn the room started spinning, for a minute, which is why he collapses on the bed next to Renjun, their breaths matching in their chests as they lay side by side. “Fuck,” Renjun says, once, eloquently, almost five minutes later. All Jeno can do is nod in agreement. “Fuck,” he echoes.
Another five minutes pass before Renjun slowly starts pulling himself together, sliding off the bed, gathering his clothes. Jeno sits up on his elbows, enjoying the view in front of him - he didn’t notice before that Renjun had such a cute ass, he’d been so distracted by -
“Thanks for that,” Renjun says, and Jeno’s attention snaps up to meet his eyes. Renjun coughs awkwardly, trying to suavely pull on his pants while also staying upright. He’s kind of failing, and Jeno thinks it’s kind of cute. “I had fun, Prince Charming.”
Jeno grins up at him coyly. “You really don’t like Princess?”
Renjun pulls his shirt over his head and glares, but his hair is all fluffed and messy, so it’s cute. “Mm-mm,” he shakes his head resolutely, and Jeno could’ve sworn he saw a pout.
“Alright then. I’ll have to think about it and get back to you,” Jeno says, and he almost bites his tongue at the inadvertent promise he’s made to see him again - his face falls, as he tries to thinks of a way to smooth it over. Things never ever get awkward with his hook-ups, he always makes sure of it.
But to his luck, Renjun only smiles. “Can’t wait to hear it.” And then he’s out the door, and Jeno throws his head back into his pillow, curls up onto his side to avoid the - eugh - wet spot on his sheets he’ll have to worry about cleaning up tomorrow, and falls asleep within minutes.
When he totters down the stairs the next morning for coffee, pleasantly surprised his hangover is only mild and completely manageable, he forgets there even was a party. He finds Jaemin sitting at their dining table, scrolling through his phone and munching on dry cereal out of the box, while Jaehyun and Doyoung are diligently cleaning up the house from all the mess around him.
Jeno thwacks him on the head when he passes him on his way to the coffee machine, and he looks up with a withering scowl on his face. "Yeah, thanks for that, Jeno, right on the worst of my headache."
"Just for sitting on your ass while the hyungs clean up the mess for the party you threw. And maybe if you didn't down an entire case of beer every time you decide to drink," Jeno teases lightly, and Jaemin purses his lips, narrows his eyes.
"Enough about my alcohol habits, I want to hear what happened last night. I saw you leading him up to your room pretty quickly, I assume it ended well."
"Oh, it ended more than well," Jeno smirks, and he lowers his voice and leans forward, so it's only for Jaemin and not the hyungs to hear if they happen to be eavesdropping. "He had a pussy."
Jaemin's mouth drops, his hand stilling inside the cereal box. "For real?"
Jeno nods his head as seriously as he can, and Jaemin leans back in his chair.
"Damn. How was he?"
Jeno mimes zipping his lips at that, purposefully returning his gaze to the coffee machine, and Jaemin rolls his eyes. "Fine, you hogger. I guess I'll just have to find out for myself."
Jeno busies himself with getting two mugs down from the cupboard, and he pours Jaemin a black coffee he always insists he likes even as he chokes it down - disgusting - and a two sugar no cream coffee for himself. He slides Jaemin his coffee before sitting down across from him, and he catches his eye and leans forward with a conspiratory whisper.
"Just make sure you don't call him Princess. He doesn't like that."