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Jaemin likes Shotaro.
He’s cute in a lot of ways—from the way he smiles to the way his eyes scrunch up when he laughs to the way he likes to cling to their collective leader, Taeyong. Jaemin himself remembers how nerve wracking it had been debuting with Dream, but back in those days, he had also been a minor debuting with a bunch of other minors. Shotaro is an adult, debuting with a bunch of other adults, but he is also new.
NCT is a big group, the biggest around in terms of K-pop. And Shotaro’s only works with them so far have been just a few songs and dance performances. Being thrown into such a big group with so many members is probably overwhelming; Jaemin feels for Shotaro a lot. Everyone can be a bit much to handle, especially when you’re barely used to the already built relationships between so many of the members.
Anyways, the point is that Shotaro is cute and Jaemin likes cute.
That’s how he finds himself hidden in some dark corner of the studio they’re currently filming in, his tongue currently shoved down Shotaro’s throat. Shotaro didn’t seem to have any problems going right along with Jaemin’s silly little invitation—he hadn’t actually been sure that Shotaro would even want to fuck around while they’re on set, with the possibility of getting caught.
All Shotaro had to say on the matter was, “I’ve sucked Sungchan’s dick and fucked him on the practice room floors before.”
Jaemin had nearly choked hearing that. (And had also thought about potentially asking Sungchan to fuck around in the future, too.)
Jaemin grunts as Shotaro pushes a thigh between his legs, despite being the one whose back is currently being pressed against the wall. They’re just about the same height, though Jaemin is a little shorter—Shotaro only seems smaller right now because of their angles, because of the way Jaemin is pushing himself into Shotaro’s space and pressing their bodies together.
His hands fumble around until they find Shotaro’s waist, skinny in his grasp. Jaemin can feel his stomach rising and falling as he breathes and pants, his fingers digging into Shotaro’s sides as he pushes his hips down against his thigh. Shotaro smiles against his mouth, Jaemin can feel it. It seems to slowly turn into a grin, and Jaemin doesn’t really know how to feel about that. Shotaro’s tongue pushes back against his own, and Jaemin opens his mouth as he lets Shotaro in, pressing his body further in. Their hips meet and Jaemin groans, hips bucking forward on instinct.
Shotaro giggles and Jaemin wants to frown at it. Instead, he lets out a gasp as he feels one of Shotaro’s hand slipping down between their bodies, palm cupping around his half-hard dick. He squeezes it just as his tongue runs along the back of Jaemin’s teeth, curling against them. Jaemin moans, pushing into the warmth of Shotaro’s hand. They don’t really have a lot of time, so he hopes that Shotaro isn’t too keen on doing a lot of teasing.
Jaemin forces himself to pull away with a puff of air, unceremoniously taking one of his hands and shoving it down the front of Shotaro’s pants. Shotaro sucks in a breath at that, his eyes widening as Jaemin wraps his fingers around his cock already.
It’s Jaemin’s turn to smirk, his eyes fixed on Shotaro’s face to watch how he reacts. “Sorry, Taro. We don’t have a lot of time, you know? Taeyong-hyung or Doyoung-hyung could come looking for us any moment now…” It’s only a half-lie; more than likely, it’d be staff and not another group member, but Jaemin always loves to imagine getting caught by another member, rather than someone random and rather unknown.
Shotaro’s eyes darken at Jaemin’s words. He licks his lips as he bucks up into Jaemin’s hand, his own hand starting to work at the buttons of Jaemin’s pants. “It’s fine,” Shotaro smiles in a way that makes Jaemin shiver, his eyes sharp, the dim light dancing off then prettily. “I’ll just have to make you cum fast then, hm?”
Jaemin shivers again, an involuntary gasp leaving him as Shotaro’s hand makes its way down his boxers. Neither of them are using anything—there is only the dry pull of their hands against their cocks, especially because Jaemin’s got nowhere to hide lube in these ridiculously elaborate outfits they’ve decided to put them in. Shotaro’s blue hair bounces a little as he shifts against the wall, his back arching out as Jaemin tugs hard at his cock.
Their hands move mostly in sync, stroking each other’s cocks in near perfect timing. Shotaro’s hand is soft, but it is dry—and Jaemin loves the feeling of it more than anything. He hisses out softly as Shotaro twists his wrist, squeezing at the base of Jaemin’s cock before dragging his palm up along the length of it. Jaemin breathes out heavily, letting his head drop down onto the wall next to Shotaro’s, squeezing around the head of Shotaro’s cock in response.
Shotaro’s noises are quiet and soft, his moans oddly melodical. Something about them sort of reminds him of Renjun, or maybe even Donghyuck—now is probably not the time to think about his other members when Shotaro has a hand wrapped around his dick right now. Jaemin turns his head and leans down, pressing his lips against the side of Shotaro’s neck. He can’t go too wild—not when they’re on set and have to film again soon. Jaemin would really love to put a mark on Shotaro later, though.
Jaemin hisses again as Shotaro’s hand speeds up. Skin on skin is rough right now. It hurts as much as it feels good, but it’s nothing that Jaemin’s never handled or felt before. Still, he’s not used to someone being so enthusiastic about it, in a way. Shotaro seems eager—for what, Jaemin can’t say for sure—and Jaemin feels elated by that.
Shotaro curls his hand around the head of Jaemin’s cock and and grinds his palm down against it. Jaemin moans so loudly, immediately turning his head around and leaning down to bite at the jacket over Shotaro’s shoulder. Shotaro laughs breathily right in his ear, seemingly amused , and something burns behind Jaemin’s ribs. Shotaro does it again, twisting his hand back and forth, palm grinding against the tip, and Jaemin shudders where he stands. Even with the pre-cum that’s been beading there, it is still so dry and Jaemin can feel it.
“Fuck,” Jaemin pants the word out as Shotaro’s fingers wrap back around his cock, stroking it faster than before. “Fuck, Shotaro, I’m—”
Shotaro laughs again, something soft and a little cruel. Jaemin feels his orgasm curling up in his stomach, his ribs aching as his lungs struggle to work properly. He’s since abandoned his own hand movements, his hand merely wrapped around Shotaro’s cock in his pants, as Shotaro continues to jerk him off.
“Close, Jaemin-ah?” Shotaro’s voice is low, teasing. He even sounds amused. Jaemin doesn’t know if he should feel ashamed or not. “Come on, do it. We’ve only got a little time, like you said.” His voice drops a bit lower, tone shifting slightly. “Unless, maybe, you want us to get caught by our hyungs?”
Jaemin chokes on a moan at the words, the idea and thoughts—he shudders as Shotaro squeezes around his cock, head nodding up and down without his permission.
Shotaro grins, eyes dark when Jaemin leans back just enough to look up at him again. He licks his lips as he says, “Cum, Jaemin-ah.”
The string keeping Jaemin together snaps, and he spills into Shotaro’s palm with a low groan of the other man’s name. Shotaro hums appreciatively, his smile spreading wider across his face. His eyes glint with something predatory, almost, so close to the types of looks that Jaemin gives other people in these situations. As unsettling as it is, it only makes something burn within Jaemin.
Renewed now, Jaemin focuses on getting Shotaro off. He captures Shotaro’s mouth in another bruising kiss as he quickly strokes his cock, all finesse done and other with. His goal is to make Shotaro cum, even if it means being a little bad at giving a handjob right now. Shotaro groans against his mouth, another amused laugh leaving between his moans and little gasps. It seems that Shotaro doesn’t even care that Jaemin is being so rough, that he’s not trying to be careful at all.
“Jaemin,” Shotaro moans a bit loudly as he pulls himself away from Jaemin’s mouth, only for Jaemin to chase right after him. He’s so fucking cute, face flushed from their previous work and from their current activities. Jaemin wants to devour him. “Jaemin.”
Jaemin is only as strong as he can be. Shotaro already has his claws sinking into him, and Jaemin is helpless to someone as cute as Shotaro. He grunts softly as he tightens his grip on Shotaro’s cock, twisting his wrist and stroking faster, rougher. Shotaro melts, his head knocking back against the wall as he actually bucks up into Jaemin’s hand, his eyelashes fluttering as he blinks.
“Close—” Shotaro gasps sharply, his body stiffening beneath Jaemin. Jaemin looks up at him, watching with a hungry gaze—Shotaro looks into his eyes and shudders, his mouth dropping open in some kind of silent moan. There is no other warning given before Shotaro cums in Jaemin’s hand, neck arching as his head tilts all the way back.
Jaemin resists the strong urge to lean forward and bite the pale skin, to sink his teeth into Shotaro and lay a mark on territory he’s never been before. Instead, Jaemin licks his teeth and carefully tugs his hand out of Shotaro’s pants. Shotaro does the same, body straightening out against the wall now as he gazes at his now cum-covered hand.
Shotaro’s gaze flicks up to his then as he smiles, teeth showing, dangerous and beautiful. Jaemin’s starting to think that he is the one who’s been trapped this entire time.