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Jaemin wakes up first.
Yawns, as he buries his head into Jeno's back, one arm reaching to tug him closer. He smells like fabric softener, or maybe that's just the smell of him lingering on his lover.
He remembers the first time Jeno ran out of his shampoo, and padded out of the shower smelling like Jaemin . Remembers the first time he washed their clothes together, and sniffed the scent of his softener on Jeno's clothes when he leaned in close enough. Remembers the first time he offered to buy their soaps and detergents together because there was a "sale", so Jeno would walk out everyday smelling the same way forever.
Jaemin inhales, deep and satisfied.
Exhales, slinging a leg over Jeno's. His crotch brushes against the soft cleft of Jeno's ass, stirring in interest as he presses himself closer.
He grinds forward lazily, eyes still closed. Nuzzles his nose at the base of Jeno's neck, its sharp tip brushing at the soft strands of hair. The familiar scent tingles his senses, an unconscious smile tugging at his lips.
He kisses the nape of his neck, sighing quietly before laying still, embracing his lover.
It's still morning, he surmises, from the way his lids are still heavy with sleep. He cracks an eye open with what feels like humongous effort, the outline of Jeno's body dark against the sheets.
Pale yellow rays slip between the drawn curtains, splashing small areas of the dark room with strips of colour. Dazedly, Jaemin peers at the clock, head flopping back into the warmth of their nest as soon as he affirms that it's only seven am.
He should go back to sleep. They only have evening practice today, and it's a perfect day to sleep in. He does try, eyes fluttering shut as he relaxes into Jeno.
Then his cock throbs.
Half-hard from his sleepy grind seconds ago, steadily growing harder the longer he ignores it, the more he inhales that sweet, addictive scent, the more he molds into Jeno, firm muscles and soft curves salacious wherever their bodies meet.
"How about I fuck you next time?"
A certain memory comes to mind.
"Next time."
Jeno's answer floats in his ear as he remembers the last time his boyfriend fucked him awake, so hard he bruised the top of his head. He had a slight limp in his steps that day, an annoying prick snickering at him before kind, sweet Renjun shut him up.
He licks his lips, hands sliding down Jeno's muscly thigh.
He should return it in kind.
Carefully, Jaemin untangles himself from Jeno, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes. A devious smirk stretches his lips wide as he drinks in the sight of him, loose and unguarded on their bed, as devastatingly handsome as ever.
He leans in, kissing the tip of Jeno's nose to test. When there's no response, not even a scrunch of his nose, Jaemin pulls away. So he's dead to the world then. He grins, cheshire-like.
Practice must have worn him out yesterday, having danced well into the night. Jaemin's still a little sore himself, muscles aching, mostly his thighs and calf. It's not anything he isn't used to though, years and years of practice honing his body the way it is now.
He stretches a little, patting his back and reaching for his phone. He snaps a few pictures, smiling to himself before placing a hand on Jeno's waistband as he puts his phone down. Carefully hooking his fingers under it, he tugs it down, guiding it off and scrunching into a ball that ends up in some corner of the bed. Eh, Jeno'll probably fold it when he wakes up.
Said man is currently sound asleep, arms curled over his head as he lays on his stomach, head resting on his left cheek. Jaemin nudges his thighs apart, skin warming when Jeno opens up just like that, easy as anything.
He takes a sip of water before starting, setting the glass down as quietly as he can. He wants to take his time with Jeno. To make him shake and come apart in his arms. Stealthily, he settles himself between Jeno's legs, scooting to the end of the bed and laying on his front. Propping himself with his elbows, he slides his palms up the back of Jeno's thighs, groping softly at plump, bouncy flesh. His ass is cute and round and Jaemin could never resist a handful of their glory. Jaemin squeezes both cheeks softly, before spreading them apart.
Instantly, he's hit with the heady scent of his taint. It's as arousing as it is filthy, tickling the insides of his nostrils as he leans in closer to the source. Still, it smells oddly clean, even with the layer of body odour from a night's sleep.
Jaemin doesn't hesitate, both thumbs pulling Jeno's cheeks open wider as his lips part.
Frankly, he didn't know what kind of response he was expecting, but the sheer lack of it as his tongue meets Jeno's rim sends shivers down his spine.
He flattens his tongue over Jeno's hole, licking a stripe up over it. Does it again and again and again.
Nothing.
He swirls the tip of his tongue around his perineum, knowing just how sensitive Jeno is there, recalls the exact way he cries out every time he does it, the sharp inhale followed by an involuntary tremor.
As expected, Jeno twitches. A small shift of his hips as he recoils from Jaemin, and then nothing. Jaemin lifts his head, intrigued. Jeno's still sound asleep from what it seems, but…
He ducks down, tongue circling the same spot as before, and Jeno squirms, an audible breath escaping from his nose.
Jaemin grins, pressing his nose into the soft give of his rim as he gently licks at Jeno's perineum. Pressing his lips flush to his skin, Jaemin sucks lightly, and Jeno shakes. A small, barely there tremor as he leaks into the sheets.
Jaemin didn't even realize Jeno was tense until he let go, feeling his lover relax around him, soft exhale music to his ears.
It's almost too fun.
Alas, he has more important things to do. Jaemin gives his perineum one last lick, enjoying the way Jeno shifts in his sleep before guiding his tongue back up. Jeno twitches, before sinking back into the sheets.
Jaemin huffs softly, smiling as he laps indulgently at his rim, licking into him until his chin is slick with spit. He takes his time loosening him, tongue laving over and over his tight pucker. Up, down, up, down.
It's therapeutic, in a sense.
He repeats it over and over again until the tangy taste of it is coated thick on his palette, until all he can smell is Jeno's intoxicating musk, until every bit of it sticks to every inch of his throat as he swallows it all up.
It's such a treat.
Jaemin swirls his tongue around Jeno's hole, feeling it flutter. He's in no rush to dip it in, to dig deeper. Jeno isn't awake to hurry him up either, so he just licks and licks and licks until he catches wind of breathy little whimpers leaving someone's lips. Keeps licking and licking and licking until his tongue slides in without him meaning it to, until it slips in all too easily because Jeno's just become that loose.
Jeno squirms in his sleep, and Jaemin wonders if he can feel the spit soaking his rim, dripping down his crack, rivulets sliding down his balls and pooling under his flesh, staining dark and dirty into their freshly washed sheets.
Jaemin's cock throbs at the sight, and he reaches down to squeeze it a few times, releasing a shaky exhale as he tugs at it a few times. God, he's so wound up himself, angry red cock twitching non-stop.
" Hngh—"
Jaemin freezes when he hears a faint grunt, Jeno's arms shifting as his torso turns. He barely manages to dodge the right leg swinging across, utterly bewildered at Jeno's spontaneous change in position mid REM.
He adjusts quickly, escaping Jeno's range of attack as he shifts, wincing a little as Jeno smears against the small puddle of drool under his butt, unaware. He's on his back now, and Jaemin uses the opportunity to push his thighs apart, Jeno following easily as it falls without resistance.
A fond smile tugs at his lips as he stares at the way Jeno's arms rest nonchalantly over his head. He's still wearing his red shirt, and he looks so cozy and innocent like this, peacefully asleep. Jaemin presses a finger to his rim, dragging it up to his perineum.
Immediately, his right knee draws up, knocking Jaemin's side slightly before dropping back onto the bed.
Ah, how can he resist playing with him when Jeno reacts like this?
He cups Jeno's balls with a hand, and there's that breathy inhale again, Jeno's head turning slightly, ear pressing into the pillow as he sags into Jaemin's warm hold.
Jaemin swallows thickly, Jeno's taste lingering at the back of his throat. He glances at Jeno's half-hard erection, curled prettily over his stomach, eyes darkening at the shiny tip.
He releases his grip, dropping back onto his elbows as he leans down and licks.
Jeno honest-to-god groans .
"Fuck." Jaemin's breath comes out hot and wet as he presses the flat of his tongue to Jeno's balls, lapping slowly before sucking it into his warm, wet mouth.
Jeno moans, morning voice cracking his husky tone, deepening it until it's barely a low rasp. His brows furrows, thighs shifting, hips twitching, eyes blissfully screwed shut.
Jaemin holds it there in his mouth, a relentless pressure and warmth against his balls. He stares, fascinated, as Jeno twists unconsciously when he sucks down harder; loosen and relaxes when he lets go; exhaling softly when he laps at it, bottom to the very top.
It's enthralling, catching every detail of Jeno's little reactions.
But Jaemin doesn't want to take it too far, for fear of waking Jeno up.
He slides his palm over Jeno's thigh, pushing gently, and.. Jeno folds. He's completely unconscious, body limp and pliant, all under Jaemin's mercy, all under his control.
Fuck.
He barely manages to resist fucking in right there and then, barely remembers his original goal.
Slowly. He'll give it to Jeno nice and slow.
He grabs the bottle of lube lying at the foot of the bed, hidden under the covers but always there. Squirting a generous amount onto his fingers, he warms the lube before pressing two fingers to his rim.
There's barely any resistance.
Jaemin bites his lip as he pushes his fingers in to the hilt. The sheer amount of blood that rushes through his veins is palpable, head pulsing as his skin heats up. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck .
Jaemin could probably fuck him now, already, push into him and stretch him wide open. It would burn, of course it would, but would it wake him up? Or would Jeno sleep through it, moan oh so prettily like he has been the past few minutes?
Jaemin could fuck him awake, fuck him so hard he breaks.
Fuck.
Jaemin pulls his fingers out of Jeno so fast Jeno jerks, but he can't help it, gripping his cock so hard it hurts. His mouth parts in a silent moan as his eyes cross for a brief moment, fluttering shut.
Not yet .
He takes a deep, shuddering breath.
Not yet.
Slowly, he lets go, palming himself slowly instead. He shivers, want and need swirling thick in his veins. There's so much of it clouding his head, flushing his cheeks, neck and chest. He's bristling with it, so close to the edge.
But he takes his time, stroking himself slow and purposeful, dragging it out. For all the impatience he has with himself, with Jeno, Jaemin always finds himself wanting to wait. He wants to see how Jeno unravels, wants to make him writhe and cry and then break into pieces the way he knows he will. Wants to piece him back together again, wants to stitch him back together with a warm shower, soothing whispers and a tight embrace.
So for Jeno he waits. Slides his fist to the base of his cock and squeezes until his nerves aren't that on fire anymore. Holds back for a greater cause.
For Jeno.
He slides in all three fingers this time, pushing and pushing until Jeno's puckered rim grazes the base of his last knuckle.
It's sloppy and so, so wet. Jaemin hears a faint squelch as he sinks his fingers in and pulls them back out. Slow, deliberate and indulgent. He doesn't rush through the preparation, aided by the lack of urgent pleas and desperate moans that usually hasten the process.
Jaemin loosens Jeno up completely, dragging it in and out torturously slow, again and again until he barely needs to exert any force, thick, fat fingers sinking in just like that.
Jaemin's eyes travel down as he lines his fingers up again— four, this time. As expected, it's a little tight. Jaemin has to wedge his pinky in a little bit, but there's so much spit and lube that the slide is almost easy.
Jaemin can't believe it when it actually fits.
He lets his fingers sink in, fucking Jeno with his hand. Jeno's cock twitches when he strokes over a sensitive spot, beginning to fill out again. Feeling empty, Jaemin leans down, guiding his growing length into his mouth. He wiggles his meaty fingers a little, curling them upwards, and the reaction is immediate— Jeno's hips jerk, cock twitching, and precome oozes onto his tongue, gooey, slightly salty.
Jaemin licks it up, rubbing the pads of his fingers against the tender bundle of nerves he's found, and Jeno shakes under him, minute little trembles as his hard cock leaks and leaks and leaks .
Jaemin can hear him breathing now— quicker, shorter, louder. God, Jeno is so responsive even in his sleep.
Jaemin can't get enough of it.
He suckles at the head, amused when Jeno's thighs involuntarily close around his head. There's no control in his strength, knocking Jaemin a little as his muscly thighs clench.
Jaemin sucks harder.
Pushes his fingers in deeper, presses at that little walnut-sized button in Jeno's fluttering hole, crooking up and then rubbing —
Warm cum spills into his mouth, taking him by surprise as Jeno lets out a small wounded sound, shaking as he comes into Jaemin's mouth. Jaemin barely manages to react in time, swallowing down each spurt as he strokes his prostate, milking him dry.
His eyes dart up, alert for any sign of him waking up. He's ready to see Jeno's face scrunched in pleasure, ready to hear the little gasp he'd make before letting out a long string of depraved moans, ready to feel him jerk awake with a start.
He is not ready, however, to see Jeno's face loose and peaceful— relaxed as he sleeps.
Jeno is still sleeping.
Jaemin groans as he wedges a hand down, rutting against his palm. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck . He came in his sleep . Jeno, perfect, wonderful Jeno slept through it. His puppy is still sleeping. Fucking hell.
Harshly, Jaemin grips his cock with his fist, gasping as he struggles to stop himself from grinding forward and cumming right there and then. He's so close . Fuck. Fuck. Fuck .
It takes all of his self-control to reign in his lust, panting quietly as his cock throbs under his bruising grip, precome oozing out as he feels his bearings slowly return.
Not yet.
Not yet.
Not yet .
Jaemin repeats it to himself over and over again like a mantra until he feels his blood stop pulsing thick in his veins, feels his head clear a little, chest heaving as heat dissipates, if only a little.
He sits up on the back of his ankles, frustrated to find the bottle all the way on the floor. He reaches over, grabbing it before squeezing more lube onto his dick. Jeno rolls onto his side as he does so, and Jaemin is too desperate to care. The mattress sinks as he slides up behind Jeno, pushing Jeno's thigh up a little too forcefully with one arm.
But he can't help it, because when Jaemin finally, finally sinks in, he sees stars .
He curls into Jeno, breaths short as he bottoms out, Jeno swallowing him in easily from being so stretched out. Fuck, fuck, fuck . It feels—
Jaemin can't help the soft keen that falls from his lips, eyes rolling slightly as he shudders and pants.
He pulls out slowly, arching at the sensation, before pushing back in, ears buzzing. He forces himself to have this, thrusting in so slow he really feels each and every grind, feels the way Jeno's warm, wet hole sucks him in, sensitive head dragging along his inner walls.
It's so mind-numbingly good .
Jaemin nuzzles into the crook of Jeno's neck, tension bleeding out of him as he presses flush against Jeno's back, arms hooking around him, holding him tight just the way he knows Jeno adores.
They're connected in the most intimate way, and even through all the heady lust, Jaemin feels a wave of contentedness wash over him. Sue him, he's sensitive in the mornings. Pressing a fond kiss to Jeno's neck, Jaemin starts thrusting— slow, shallow and lazy.
The sheets are smooth under them, pillow soft and warm, air cool in the wake of dawn. Jaemin basks in it, savours the fragility of this moment.
Jeno has that little dopey smile on his face as he sleeps, without a care in the world, and Jaemin wants to give him everything, shower and spoil him rotten.
He cups Jeno's pec with one hand, fingers automatically finding Jeno's hardened nub. He teases the areola, circling his middle finger slowly. Jeno's chest rises and falls, and his cock twitches, drooling a little more.
Jaemin continues toying with his nipple, never adding any pressure, simply touching, rubbing, teasing. He's long switched to a slow, filthy grind— hips gyrating in a circle, up, right, down, and left.
The air is syrupy-slow. Jaemin is now nowhere close to his orgasm, simply choosing to enjoy this moment, stretching it for as long as it will last. They have all morning anyways, and Jaemin is sleepy and groggy, movements still a little sluggish. The ache is starting to come back, and Jaemin slows down even more.
His hand dips down to wrap around Jeno's hard cock, giving it a few lazy pumps before simply holding it there. A weight of warmth around it, a show of possessiveness, a statement of absolute trust.
…
It's a wonder how he sleeps through it.
Jaemin grits his teeth as he grinds down.
He fell asleep mid-fuck about an hour ago, and woke up even more sensitive than before, cock so hard it throbbed, with Jeno, his sweet little puppy still sound asleep.
Granted it was still pretty early, but still . Jaemin grunts softly as he ruts forward once, before pulling out slowly. Inwardly, he figures that it's probably because Jeno came that he's sleeping so well.
Jaemin bits his lip at the memory, rolling his hips as he tips his head back. He wonders how much it'll take to wake him, if he could come in his sleep again, if Jaemin could make him moan oh so prettily like that once more.
He fucks into Jeno with renewed vigor, angling his hips up to the special spot he can find with his eyes closed. His hand shifts to cup his balls, feeling the weight of it in his palm. It's full again, heavy with another load of cum. Jaemin squeezes, two fingers digging into his perineum as he does so, and Jeno jolts forward with a start.
The sudden tightness knocks Jaemin's breath away, thrusting all the way in as he pulls Jeno into place by his scrotum.
Jeno shakes under his grip, thighs slamming shut and he wakes with a soft keen, jerking and twitching, but Jaemin doesn't let go of him. Starts grinding just like that.
His hole flutters maddeningly, and Jaemin is helpless against the pull as he fucks forward. Jaemin groans as he loosens his grip, sliding his hand up to the base of his dick.
"Jen?" He calls softly, pumping him slowly.
Jeno doesn't answer.
"Pup? Are you haaa— awake?" Jaemin pecks the side of his jaw.
There's no reply.
Jaemin props himself on his elbow, removing the hand on Jeno to brace against the bed.
His throat dries.
"Pup?"
Jeno doesn't seem to hear him, breaths shallow as he blinks slowly, unseeing. He knows this expression, has seen it only once before, when he kept a toy up Jeno's ass for hours, buzzing and buzzing until he came with his eyes crossed.
Fuck, to see the same expression now, Jaemin feels heat flood his whole body, an involuntary groan choked out of him.
"Fuck, pup, you look so pretty like this." Jaemin curses, no real need to keep quiet anymore.
Jeno doesn't seem to hear him, so out of it, so fucked out already, from the moment he woke up. Fuck .
Jaemin whispers hushed praises into his ear, feeling him tremble as he grinds nice and slow.
"Such a good puppy."
A shiver.
"So pretty."
A soft moan.
"So perfect."
Jaemin kisses the back of his ear.
"***"
…
"***"
Jeno isn't sure when he wakes up.
Maybe somewhere in between all the pleasure, maybe a little later when the post-orgasm haze fizzles under his skin. He isn't even sure if he's still dreaming, if this is just one big wet dream that'll have him on laundry duty when he wakes up.
All he knows it that it feels good.
So, so so good.
Akin to an out-of-body experience— bit by bit as Jaemin grinds into him, it sinks in that he's being fucked in his sleep. Grind by grind as Jaemin's thick cock pulses against his prostate, it dawns that he's being fucked awake.
And yet, with his mind still foggy from rest, it doesn't exactly register. Jeno doesn't know what's going on as much as he does, and his thoughts stop short everytime the head of Jaemin's cock sheaths itself into the deepest parts of him.
His senses come one by one— the sticky wetness pooling under his crotch, the soft cushion digging into his cheek and the faint slap of skin as Jaemin's hips meld perfectly to the curve of his ass. He feels everything all at once, sensations crashing, and the sudden sensitivity knocks him off-kilter.
Jaemin pants into his ear, voice deep and so close, Jeno shudders into the sheets, cock drooling as Jaemin presses him into the mattress with all his weight, over and over again.
It's wet, so, so wet. Jaemin must've used a lot of lube, because Jeno can feel it dripping out of him whenever Jaemin pulls out slowly before rolling his hips and fucking back in. He's going so slowly, Jeno can feel each drag of his cock, each press to his prostate, the way Jaemin makes sure to grind up against it, but its so torturously slow it feels like it lasts forever.
His voice cracks as he lets out a groan.
There's a warmth around his own erection, Jaemin's familiar thick hand fisting it nice and slow. Jaemin pumps him the same way he's fucking him, and it's so much more sensual than usual. It draws a wrecked moan from him, husky and barely a rasp.
It seems to rile Jaemin up more, applying more strength to his grip as he groans into Jeno's ear. What he's saying, Jeno can't hear. All he can feel is the way Jaemin is sliding his fist up to the crown of his dick, precome oozing onto his fingers and down to the sheets.
He shakes on the downstroke, the head of Jaemin's cock digging into his sweet spot, foreskin pulled taut as heat blooms at the base of his cock. Jaemin drags it out as long as he can, licking down the shell of his ear as he does so.
Jeno trembles, lips quivering as his lashes flutter. There's a dream-like quality to all this he can't quite describe, eyes rolling back as he goes lax.
Jaemin keeps fucking him, dead on his prostate, his hand working the same shudderingly slow rythmn. Keeps talking, that low rumbly hum thrumming through. Keeps kissing him, those soft, chapped lips tickling his skin.
Jeno stares at the edge of the bed, to the golden sunlight filtering in from the window. He doesn't know what he's looking at, drowned in an ecstatic buzz.
He feels like he's been close for ages, the heat in his belly the inferno of a volcano. His cock tingles in that oversensitive way it does after an orgasm, but when did he come? Jeno doesn't know.
No, he does.
He came in his sleep. The realization only makes him whine into his pillow, cheeks flushing an incandescent shade of watercolour red. The oversensitivity had long fizzled out into a tender sensitivity that magnifies the pleasure that keeps pounding into him. Jeno wonders how long Jaemin had been playing with him. An hour?
…All night?
Jeno can't help the shiver of arousal that travels down his spine.
His fingers grasps weakly at the sheets, overwhelmed. He can feel a big one coming, oh god, it's, it's—
It's weird.
So, so weird .
He needs to-
He needs—
When Jeno comes, it's.. hard to describe. It's not spurting out of him like it usually does, nor does it feel like a normal orgasm. Instead, he feels it… leaking out of him, pleasure just building and building and building. It's so weird, Jeno can't quite explain, doesn't know how to. Doesn't think he can. Distantly, he hears himself whimper, feels himself loosely fisting the sheets, twitching and squirming and still coming .
The orgasm doesn't stop .
Jaemin keeps grinding against his prostate, a constant pressure even as he starts to gasp and writhe, more come dribbling down his cock. The air is so slow, thick and heavy. Jeno can't quite breathe, sensation too intense to focus on anything else but Jaemin's cock filling him up, making him come and come and come.
He feels like melting, maybe he already has. Jaemin's arms cage him in, holding him, embracing him, and Jeno feels so small, so suffocated from pure pleasure, it's weird. The tingling hasn't stopped.
He doesn't know what he's doing, it just feels so good everywhere, pleasure reaching to the tips of his fingers, and all the way down to his curled little toes. He feels a little like a lake— every shift a ripple spreading across the surface, washing over every part of him, to every inch of his skin.
He doesn't know what to do, stuck in an endless loop of mind-numbing pleasure. It doesn't seem like it'll ever end, Jaemin taking his time to pull it out of him, inch by inch, grind by grind, until there's absolutely nothing left.
He doesn't even know how to let go, maybe he already has, as the fog in his mind thickens and grows. He can't even speak, can't even swallow, barely even feels himself drool.
A tear slips from his left eye, over the bridge of his nose, past his cheek, melting into the soft pillow underneath. Maybe he's like that too, liquid— gooey, warm, syrupy.
He's floating and sinking at the same time, down, down and down under, up, up, and up higher. It's almost like a dream, with how hazy everything is, how good everything feels.
Jeno barely registers the low baritone of Jaemin's groan. He's not sure of the letters falling from his lips, raspy words blurring into deep growls and soft, wet breaths seeping into his skin. He feels it buzz in his ear and rumble through his chest— like music, bass.
He thinks he catches his name, or maybe it was some sort of praise. Jeno doesn't really know. He feels like he's sunk too deep underwater, a jellyfish floating in the sea, pale light filtering under the surface, drifting wherever the current takes him, calm, peaceful, good.
Jaemin doesn't stop talking. Neither does he stop grinding. It's so much — his voice, his touch. Jeno shudders out soft, little whines, jolting and twitching from aftershocks, and even then Jaemin only holds him tighter, impossibly closer. Jeno clasps a hand around Jaemin's wrist, grip loose and pleasure-weak as he trembles and shakes through it.
"—Jeno?"
Jeno exhales, lashes fluttering as Jaemin slowly brings him back. He feels gentle fingers brush at his hair, tucking a few strands away behind his ear. The hand doesn't stray far even after, stroking fondly at the top of his head, carding through his morning bed hair.
Jaemin is murmuring something, something about how good he is, so pretty like this, so perfectly his. Even under the thick haze, Jeno preens, a silly little smile stretching his lips.
He comes back to himself slowly, the aftershocks of pleasure gradually ebbing away, albeit lingering. Jeno doesn't know how to describe it, akin to being submerged in a warm bath, yet not quite. Every inch of him still feels good , simmering under his skin, and the inexplicable relief after reaching his high hasn't quite waned, persistent in every fibre and cell as he nuzzles into Jaemin's chest.
It's so warm and nice. Jaemin wraps around him fully, and as Jeno regains more and more of his sensations, he feels more and more of Jaemin .
Jeno's never quite felt like this before, this raw and sensitive, this open. Yet, he feels safe, held. Jaemin hums, smiling softly as he leans in, pressing a tender kiss on Jeno's forehead. When he pulls away, Jeno can't help staring, enthralled by the way the sun's rays illuminate his gorgeously chiseled face. From his long lashes to his pretty brown eyes, long, sharp nose to Jeno's favourite pair of lips.
He feels… everything, all at once.
Jeno doesn't know if Jaemin read his mind, or if he wanted to steal a kiss, because in the next moment, their lips lock in the sweetest little way, and Jeno feels his heart soar — up, up and away.
I love you.
He kisses Jaemin fully, gently, and endearingly. A simple press of lips, yet he wonders if Jaemin can feel his sincerity, his genuine affection, his rattling, thundering heart pledging a lifetime of love and promise.
They don't speed up, nor do they rush. The pace is as slow as it started, as languid as Jeno and Jaemin want— with none of their usual heat and passion, yet in a way, more intimate, a connection of souls.
Jeno only realizes he's smiling into the kiss when Jaemin shifts to shower featherlight kisses from one corner of his lips to the other, little puffs of air tickling his cupid bow as Jeno giggles, crescent eyes disappearing into adorable little slits.
Jaemin ends up chuckling too, twinkles in his eyes, heart indoubtly captured, irrevocably and helplessly endeared— both of them shaking and laughing until it's barely even a kiss anymore, only an occasional bump of lips.
Jeno has never felt happier.
He burrows a cheek into the pillow, unable to control the giddy smile on his face as he finally whispers out an "I love you."
Brighter than the shining sun; warmer than spring melting snow; the big toothy grin he gets in return is better, better, better than gold.