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Jeno would like to think that this is just another regular day for him out in the field, but not quite, not like this at least.
Today, he finds himself to be a little tied up – both literally and figuratively.
It’s not the first time that Jeno has been tied up like this – hands bound behind his back with rope - and it most certainly won’t be the last. He has long accepted that this is just one of the downsides of his job – being a secret agent has landed him in one too many disadvantageous situations. The real question is, how long will it take him to get himself untied this time around?
However, unlike the other times, Jeno can’t say that he’s in a particular hurry to get this rope off of his wrists. Those other times were mainly a matter of life or death, this time around, it’s more of a case of love or lust. Granted, if his captor wanted to, this could end up being life or death as well, they were still technically enemies after all. Even if they end up fighting in bed more just as often than they fight physically – their fights tend to be alternative methods to foreplay.
Long story short, Jeno is in a situationship of sorts with one of the men on his organization’s watchlist – Na Jaemin, who is as deadly as he is desirous. Na Jaemin who is also one of the top agents from a rival company.
Though to be fair, when Jeno had initially met Jaemin, he had no idea that Jaemin was wanted, he had just thought that Jaemin was a stunningly handsome man who was probably a rich heir or something of the sort. He couldn’t take his eyes off of him and so he did his best to strike up a conversation with him, flirting up a storm and hoping that his words would woo Jaemin. Though he quickly found out that Jaemin was far you’re your typical chaebol when Jaemin launched an attack on him as soon as they were alone, because he believed that Jeno was after him and not that Jeno was genuinely interested in him. Jeno thought that he was going to get lucky but he was thrown for a loop.
Looking back, Jeno can’t say that he blames him for that kind of reaction – he’d probably react the same way himself, by taking the upper hand by attacking first instead of waiting for the enemy to make their move.
It was only due to Jeno’s extensive years of training, that he was able to fend off Jaemin’s deadly attacks and disarm him. He turned the tables on Jaemin and ended up restraining him – demanding to know if Jaemin was sent to seduce him. That’s when Jaemin laughed in his face and asked if it wasn’t the other way around, since Jeno was the one to approach him first.
Eventually, they both came to the conclusion that neither of them was out to get the other and that it was merely a coincidence that they were in the same place at the same time.
Not long after that, they went from talking to kissing and quickly ended up fucking like wild animals in heat – 3 hours of frenzied fantastic fucking. They could have even gone for more rounds if they weren’t called away in the middle of their final round – they ended up having to speed that last round up, so that neither of them was left high and dry.
Nonetheless, they didn’t want that time to be their last, but neither of them knew when next they would see each other and under what circumstances that would be. Ironically, life works in mysterious ways and they ended up bumping into each other more often than they anticipated – which isn’t difficult to understand when they ended up having the same targets on multiple occasions.
Not believing in coincidences, Jeno believed that it was fate that brought Jaemin and him together, therefore, he would stop at nothing to make Jaemin his own. It took a while to bring Jaemin around to the idea of seeing Jeno exclusively, but he’s still warming up to the idea of them being in a serious fully committed relationship. Neither of them wants to give up their careers, but they don’t want to give up on the other either.
Since Jeno is now in Jaemin’s hands, he isn’t as worried as he should be otherwise. He trusts Jaemin and he expects that Jaemin is aware of his boundaries.
It’s why Jeno isn’t in much of a rush to get himself free, after being one-upped by Jaemin himself when he infiltrated his new hideout. Usually, Jeno manages to slip past without much of a hassle, but Jaemin was expecting him this time and decided to make things more difficult for him. It’s how they spice up their romance in their complicated situation.
Case in point, Jeno ending up tied to a chair in Jaemin’s private chambers – away from any prying eyes, not that it would stop them from getting frisky even if they were in public. They’ve had more than enough close calls with out in the open.
Jaemin likes to play games and Jeno, like the lovesick fool he is, likes Jaemin. Whilst Jaemin likes to hold his cards close to his chest, Jeno knows that Jaemin likes him back, even if he hates to admit it.
However, Jaemin isn’t the only one who likes playing games. Jeno has a few games of his own that he likes to play.
“It’s a good look on you,” Jaemin purrs, his eyes alight with mischief, eyeing Jeno appreciatively, “Seeing you all tied up like this.”
Jaemin saunters around Jeno in circles, a sway to his hips as he walks – one arm folded across his chest and the other tapping his lower lip in contemplation.
“Enjoy the view whilst you can,” Jeno drawls, tilting his head so that he can give Jaemin a once over of his own, “I can guarantee that you won’t keep me tied up for long.”
“I don’t need to keep you tied up for long,” Jaemin muses, clicking his tongue, “Just long enough for me to have my way with you.”
“If you manage to last longer than it takes for me to get free,” Jeno smirks at him wickedly, “Maybe I’ll be the one to have my way with you.”
“That sounds more like a treat than a threat,” Jaemin bites his lip coyly.
“Could be a little of both,” Jeno shrugs, nonchalant as ever but he can see that he’s piqued Jaemin’s interest – with the way that Jaemin’s eyes darken.
“You already know how I like a mix of pleasure with my pain,” Jaemin reminds him and Jeno already knows all too well what Jaemin likes.
Jeno wonders if Jaemin will choose to drag this out or get straight to the point. He doesn’t mind if they take their time, but he’s not sure if he has the patience to take things slow today. Not with the way that the bodysuit Jaemin wears hugs his figure like a second skin – like he’d have to peel it off just to remove it.
In one swift move, Jaemin straddles Jeno with practiced ease – smoothly sliding his body unto Jeno’s lap and spreading his legs apart to hook his ankles around the backs of Jeno’s calves. Jaemin then leans forward, anchoring his hands on Jeno’s upper thigh and draws himself close enough for him to be mere inches away from Jeno’s face.
Seeing Jaemin up close is always a sight for sore eyes. He’s even more mesmerizing when he’s this nearby.
Jeno watches Jaemin carefully and Jaemin watches him back.
It’s always a test of resolve to see who will kiss the other first.
Jeno would like to believe that it was Jaemin who cracked first here, even if it was by just a few seconds, but with how eager he is himself, maybe he was the first one to move.
Whenever they kiss, it’s always a clash of teeth – just like a battle of wills.
Jaemin cradles Jeno’s face in his hands, holding his head in place so that he can easily plunder his mouth with his tongue – tangling and twisting with Jeno’s own tongue. Jeno opens his mouth even wider, inviting Jaemin inside and savouring the taste of cinnamon when he takes a moment to suck on Jaemin’s tongue.
The kiss is as fierce as it is sloppy, that’s just the way they like it. Their kisses are merely a battle of wills, much like everything else between them.
As Jaemin deepens the kiss, he rolls his hips into Jeno’s groin – to grind his ass on his hard on. Jeno hisses at the contact and his fingers twitch in their hold behind his back as he aches for the chance to hold on to Jaemin’s hips himself and guide his movements or even just to hold Jaemin in his arms.
Flexing his fingers again, Jeno calculates how long it’ll take for him to get the ropes from around his wrists. He needs to split his concentration between Jaemin and getting himself free – luckily, Jeno is a master at multitasking.
Jeno breaks the kiss to trail butterfly kisses along Jaemin’s jawline and down the column of his neck, Jaemin tilts his head back to allow Jeno more room to work, letting him brush his lips over the skin. Jeno pauses once he reaches his base of his neck and nips at the area briefly before he sucks a hickey into the skin.
Jaemin tightens the hold of his legs around Jeno’s hips and lowers his hands from holding Jeno’s face to wrapping them around the back of Jeno’s neck – pulling him closer to where he needs him. Jeno, of course, is happy to oblige him.
Whatever Jaemin wants, Jeno will give it to him.
If it really came down to it, Jeno would do anything for Jaemin.
Jaemin starts squirming around in Jeno’s lap, growing impatient with the pace – he wants more. It doesn’t take much for Jaemin to get needy, but Jeno wouldn’t have him any other way.
“I want you in me now,” Jaemin whines, tugging at the hair at the base of Jeno’s head to get his attention.
“You know what to do,” Jeno reminds him, his voice a low rumble, “Either take me out and sit on my cock or untie me and let me do the work for you.”
Jaemin flutters his eyelashes and bites his lip, mulling over his options. Briefly, Jeno wonders if Jaemin will actually oblige him and release him from his binds, but he doubts that Jaemin will make it that easy for him now that he’s got him all tied up like this.
“I think you’ll do well for me by sitting here all tied up like this for me to use to my pleasure,” Jaemin grins at him smugly and Jeno has to shake his head and chuckle to himself. Of course, Jaemin is going to keep this up. How could Jeno expect any less from him?
Jaemin rises from Jeno’s lap, keeping their eyes locked as he pulls the zip to his bodysuit down – all the way down until it reaches his waist - revealing inch by inch of smooth unblemished chiselled skin. His pecs are firm and his nipples taut and Jeno just wants to sink his teeth into the skin and suckle at Jaemin’s sensitive nipples until he squirms, maybe even until he squeals for Jeno to stop.
Jeno is so distracted by the planes of toned skin that it takes him a second too late to realize that Jaemin is wearing absolutely nothing underneath his bodysuit.
Jaemin stands before him, completely and unabashedly naked – bare for his eyes to see and what a sight he is to behold. Jeno can’t take his eyes off of him. Then Jaemin does a turn for him and Jeno nearly chokes on his spit when he sees that Jaemin has a jewelled butt plug up his ass.
Jesus Christ up above, Jaemin really was prepared for Jeno to come.
Jaemin glances over his shoulder at Jeno to gauge his reaction, at Jeno’s awed look, he chooses that moment to bend over right in front of him – all the way over to touch his toes - to give Jeno an even better look at the pretty plug snugly fit inside him.
Jeno swallows audibly, his mouth instantly drying up at the sight. Now more than ever, he itches for the opportunity to get his hands on Jaemin or maybe even just his mouth, so that he can eat him out. He can have Jaemin opening himself up on his tongue before he fucks him with his dick. Jeno can see how the area around Jaemin’s rim glistens and he knows that it’s the leftover remnants of lube – probably the banana flavoured one that Jaemin likes to buy.
With Jeno’s eyes on his ass, Jaemin’s reaches his hand around to fiddle with the end of the plug – lightly twisting it around before gradually pulling it out. Jeno inhales deeply when he sees how Jaemin clenches around nothing at the absence of the plug.
He can’t deny that Jaemin knows exactly how to rile him up. He is so turned on that it hurts, painfully so.
Before Jeno can get too used to the imagery, Jaemin straightens up and turns around – his cock is proudly standing at attention, just as turned on as Jeno is and eager to get his fill.
Jaemin gets down on his knees, instead of walking over like Jeno expected and crawls over to him – very much reminiscent of a cat on the prowl. Jeno automatically spreads his legs wider, inviting Jaemin to slither into the space in between. Jaemin nuzzles his face against Jeno’s crotch.
With only one hand, Jaemin unbuckles Jeno’s belt. Keeping his eyes looking up at Jeno, Jaemin takes the slider between his lips and pulls it down with his teeth, completely unzipping Jeno’s pants.
Tugging Jeno’s pants down slightly, he reaches his hand in to fish Jeno’s cock from out of his boxers, pulling him out carefully almost reverently and then gripping him firmly with a purpose. Jaemin coquettishly gazes up at Jeno through his lashes, licking his lips coyly then bringing his lips to press a kiss against the tip of Jeno’s cock. A bead of precum smears against Jaemin’s already glistening lips and he licks his lips again before licking around the tip of the cock in his hold.
Jeno groans, both at the sinful sight of Jaemin on his knees with his cock in hand and at the pleasure from the gesture.
Jaemin gives Jeno’s cock kittenish licks, enough to get him keyed up, then broadens the strokes of his tongue to lick at as much of the cock as he can. Jeno mumbles filthy praises to Jaemin, that only spurs him on to finally take Jeno into his mouth and suck him down to the hilt.
Jeno’s thrusts up into Jaemin’s warm and willing mouth unconsciously. In response, Jaemin splays his hands across Jeno’s thighs, then digs his fingers in to keep his hips in place. Jeno hisses at the sting of Jaemin’s nails, but Jaemin eases his pain by sucking him just a bit harder and taking him in deeper.
The bobbing of Jaemin’s head is rhythmic, building up into a steady crescendo as he brings Jeno closer and closer to a coda, but right before Jeno can reach that peak – Jaemin slows his movements down to a decrescendo before he stops completely at an a caesura.
Jaemin pulls his lips from Jeno’s cock with a pop.
Jeno sighs in frustration at the loss, Jaemin tuts at him, chiding him to be patient.
It’s hard to regain your wits when you’ve been denied an orgasm and are still achingly hard to the touch. Though Jeno knows that if he’s coming, then the best place for him to come is when he’s balls deep within Jaemin’s tight little hole.
It seems as if Jaemin shares the same sentiment, as he shakily rises to his feet after kneeling for so long, his joints creaking in protest. He stands over Jeno, revelling in the height advantage, then leaning over to kiss him soundly on the lips. Jeno returns the kiss with vigour, but before he can get too caught up, Jaemin pulls away from him.
It seems as if Jaemin takes great joy in frustrating him at every turn, Jeno is left feeling exasperated, if not even more endeared.
Jaemin trails his hand down Jeno’s chest, walking his fingers down his torso until he reaches his cock and once more, he grips Jeno’s cock in his hold. Jaemin steadies himself and takes his sweet time to sink all the way down, head falling back as a moan tumbles out of his mouth. It takes him only but a moment to situate himself.
Jeno marvels at the tightness that he always experiences every time Jaemin takes him in like this. The feeling is nothing short of euphoric. No one ever makes him feel the way that Jaemin does. It’s why Jeno doesn’t think he can ever want anyone else the way that he wants Jaemin, he could never want anyone more.
As with everything else they’ve done up until this point, it’s Jaemin who sets the pace, sliding up and down on his cock leisurely for a few beats, getting used to the fullness of Jeno inside him and adjusting to his girth, before he picks up the pace to something more punishing.
Jeno raises his hips up, thrusting into the tight heat to match Jaemin’s movements. Each thrust punches a gasp out of Jaemin’s throat. Jeno doubts that he can last long, but he’ll be damned if he comes before Jaemin.
Making it his mission to get Jaemin off before he does, he re-doubles his efforts. He times his thrusts, speeding up the pace and increasing the force at an intensity that leaves Jaemin reeling. Jaemin arches up, his thighs burning as does his best to ride through the motions.
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes loudly within the chambers.
Thrusting isn’t the only thing that Jeno has to focus on, he’s still a little tied up. Jaemin does his best to keep up, but his movements start to falter. It’s then that Jeno finally manages to free himself. Just when Jaemin needs a bit of a push to send him over the edge, is when he feels hands on his hips squeezing tight enough to bruise.
It’s the touch of the hands that has Jaemin opening his eyes in shock, not even remembering when he closed his eyes in the first place and staring down at Jeno’s much too smug face at getting himself free.
Before Jaemin can even voice a complaint at the action, Jeno beats him to it, making him lose his train of thought by fucking him even harder – keeping one hand on his ass and the other one on his dick to jack him off.
Caught between the two intensities, it doesn’t take much more for Jaemin to come with a garbled yell of Jeno’s name – his body tensing up and his hole tightening around Jeno’s length, before spurting his seed. Jeno continues to fuck him through his orgasm.
Even though he’s spent, Jeno is far from finished, let alone finished with him.
The rocking of his hips doesn’t stop, Jeno continues to ram into him, drawing Jaemin to oversensitivity and bringing tears to his eyes, until at long last, Jeno is groaning through his release – coating the insides of Jaemin’s walls with his essence and Jaemin milks him through it.
They’re left panting, utterly exhausted but undeniably sated. They’re tangled up in each other as they both come down from their highs.
Hands still feeling numb from the lack of circulation, Jeno shakes his hands out before bringing his arms up around Jaemin’s back to hug him close to his body. Jaemin tucks his head into the crook of Jeno’s neck and places a kiss there. In return, Jeno plants a kiss on Jaemin’s forehead.
Jeno runs his hands along Jaemin’s spine, calming his thoughts as his length softens within Jaemin’s walls – he’ll pull himself out once his breathing evens out.
“You got loose faster than I expected you to,” Jaemin comments, yawning tiredly.
“You can say that I was motivated to get myself out of a bind,” Jeno remarks good naturedly, “How could you ever expect me to keep my hands to myself when it comes to you?”
“I knew you could never resist me,” Jaemin drawls, smirk on his lips at the thought. Jeno can’t disagree with him, he could never ever resist Jaemin. Even after he knew who Jaemin was, he still gravitated towards him.
As Jaemin situates himself properly and starts to get more comfortable, Jeno sees this as an opportunity to enact his own brand of revenge. It takes some manoeuvring, especially to try to be subtle about it, but he manages to make due. When Jaemin stretches his arms behind his back to crack at his spine, that’s when Jeno strikes – quickly using the rope to tie Jaemin’s hands. By the time Jaemin realizes what’s going on, he finds himself tied up – much like Jeno was.
Jeno grins up at Jaemin triumphantly as Jaemin gapes at Jeno in disbelief, as if he can’t believe his audacity. He gets up from the Jaemin, hoisting Jaemin up by the waist with him and spinning around to plop Jaemin in the chair behind him.
Unlike Jeno, Jaemin is butt naked as he’s left tied up in the chair. Oh, how the tables have turned. Now the roles have been reversed.
Debating on how best to give Jaemin aftercare in a situation like this, since he doesn’t want to leave him for too long to get the proper supplies. Jeno figures that he’ll have to improvise – using his handkerchief to wipe Jaemin down and clear out as much cum as he can from his ass. The whole time Jaemin grumbles and grouches as Jeno tries to take care of him.
“Are you seriously going to leave me tied up like this?!” Jaemin screams, struggling against the ropes. Jeno thinks Jaemin looks tantalizing like this, all tied up and at his mercy – he can see why Jaemin decided to tie him up in the first place. The flush from Jaemin’s cheeks spreads all the way to his chest.
A beep to Jeno’s smart watch alerts him that his time is almost up. Duty calls. He’s got to get a move on. It’s time for him to go.
“This is my revenge for you tying me up in the first place, babe!” Jeno yells back, arms crossed against his chest as he looks down at Jaemin, “Now be a good boy, whilst I go take care of business.”
Jeno pats Jaemin on the cheek as he glowers at him petulantly, looking very much put out like a grumpy kitten. Instead of leaving him naked, Jeno decides that he’d rather have Jaemin covered up.
Actually, on second thought, Jeno will be considerate and leave Jaemin in his bedroom. He throws Jaemin over his shoulder, much like a sack of potatoes and carries him until he’s able to deposit him on his bed – where Jaemin bounces on the mattress after Jeno drops him unceremoniously.
Gazing down at Jaemin like this, Jeno sees this as yet another golden opportunity as he hungrily stares at Jaemin’s behind as he rolls over. He remembers that he never did get the chance to eat Jaemin out.
Kneeling behind Jaemin on the bed, Jeno smooths his palms up Jaemin’s thighs to grab at his ass. Jaemin gasps at the contact, arching his ass up and pushing his face into the pillows beneath him. Jeno squeezes the twin globes in front of him, then smacks each of them with a crack of his palm against the skin.
Jaemin hisses at the contact, but wiggles his ass for more. Jeno spanks him only a few more times, to make him writhe and pant into the sheets. Then he parts Jaemin’s ass cheeks and dives right in to lick around the rim.
The moan that tumbles out of Jaemin’s mouth is damn near pornographic, Jeno has never heard a more beautiful sound.
Jeno digs his fingers deeper into the flesh of Jaemin’s perky cheeks and burrows his tongue as far as it can go – spearing his tongue into Jaemin’s hole and licking around the walls.
Jaemin throws his hips back, fucking himself on Jeno’s tongue and moaning loudly in encouragement – gripping the sheets between his fingers like a lifeline. Jeno eats Jaemin out until his legs are shaking and he starts quivering.
This is when Jeno gets one of his hands on Jaemin’s profusely leaking length, in an effort to make him come once again, then slides two fingers into Jaemin’s hole to prod at his prostate. Jeno drags his hand up and down Jaemin’s length, jerking him off in quick and firm strokes, not stopping until Jaemin is spilling all over Jeno’s hand and unto the sheets.
Jaemin plops face first into the sheets, his body falling like a dead weight, basically boneless but absolutely satisfied. Jeno chuckles from behind him, patting reddened Jaemin’s bottom gently. Jaemin grumbles something unintelligible to Jeno but doesn’t make any attempts to move. When Jaemin gets like this, he won’t be moving any time soon.
“I hope that orgasm means that I’m forgiven,” Jeno says to Jaemin as he wipes him down properly with a washcloth, then he flicks at the ropes still binding Jaemin’s wrists, “Have fun getting yourself untied.”
“You’re lucky that I can’t move right now because of that last orgasm,” Jaemin growls, glaring at Jeno hotly, but Jeno only cackles in response as he gets up from the bed and backs out the door.
It’s not fair if Jaemin is the only one who gets to one up Jeno in this game that they play. After all, they say that all is fair in love and war. Even if they’re lovers, they’re still enemies first and foremost. Jeno can’t be nice to Jaemin all the time.
Besides, Jaemin will probably find his way out within 30 minutes and then come after Jeno to exact his own brand of revenge on him. Jeno wouldn’t expect any less from him.