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The ride back from Inkigayo was anything but eventful, Donghyuck and Jisung were in the front fighting about the new mobile game they've been obsessing over these past few days, Jaemin was rightfully passed out to Renjun's right, his head hitting the top of the car's window with every bump but he still refused to settle on sleep on Jun's shoulder because he needed to sleep on his preferred side and "You're the one who sat on the wrong side because he don't love me anymore!" as Jaemin dramatically accused the elder.
He didn't let go of his hand throughout the whole ride though, so one can assume the heartbreak didn't last very long.
Once every couple of minutes, Renjun would get a small sign of life from Jeno, who was sleeping soundly on his lithe left shoulder, completely snuggled on his boyfriend's side to the point of having his eyes completely hidden by Huang's neck — but every five minutes or so he'd softly giggle at something ridiculous one of the boys said, and that's how they knew he finally moved on from the sour mood he had going on earlier, due to some problems with his outfit for the performance.
Around the corner of Donghyuck's apartment, he invites Jisung to sleep over so they can get the most out of the monthly event going on in their little game, the latter doesn't take more than a second to oblige and accept it, which the elder responded with a high pitched happy squeal. Their casual antics making Renjun smile despise his own tiredness.
To his right side, he could hear an "Ouch!" again, making him fully, open-mouthed laugh at Jaemin's petty refusal to just sleep on him due to not being on his preferred side.
Jisung and Donghyuck bid their goodbyes, wished them all to have a nice night and demanded to be sent pictures if they took any cute ones, Renjun blows them both kisses as they walk into Donghyuck's building.
"You should give me a cat as an apology," Jaemin demands with an unmistakable pout in his pretty lips, Renjun knows very well that the only reason he's not looking back to him o avoid the soft look on his face that he knows it's awaiting for him, refusing to let the eldest's loving eyes guide him into forgiving him. "A hundred cats, actually. That's the bare minimum you should do for me."
Jeno laughs at that, holding onto Renjun's arm tighter and snuggling his nose into the smallest's pulse further as if he's trying to mix their bodies together into one, warm and belonging, because he does belong.
"How about one cat that's a hundred years old? Have you considered that?" Huang suggests and Jaemin stifles a giggle that tried to rise so hard and suddenly he almost snorted, making Renjun laugh loudly too, quickly earning a slap on the naked top of his thigh from Jaemin's shamefully grinning self.
Jeno cackled at that while caressing the red spot left on his baby's leg from Jaemin's petty ministrations.
It doesn't take long after that for his apartment to be just on the horizon. As Jaemin was getting ready to leave, he leans over Renjun's lap to give Jeno a gentle peck on his sleepy pout, complaining about the eldest one more time before leaving the car, for good measure. "Good night to my Samoyed, only. You can have nightmares." Jaemin said sourly before attempting to make an ugly face — which is impossible for him — then eventually leaned in to give Renjun a soft, loving kiss on the lips as well.
With his last pretty boy holding onto his hand tightly, mindlessly playing with his small fingers only to bite down hard on the thin skin of his shoulder whenever he'd tried to hold his hand back, Renjun knew that he wouldn't be allowed to go to his own apartment anytime soon.
Jeno's mouth was lapping on his dripping dick before he could even settle onto the former's apartment.
Spread open and vulnerable, Renjun's shaky knees pushed far apart as his spine arched away from the leather material of the sofa. His fingers ran through Jeno's soft hair, petting his head as affectionately as he possibly could despise of how hard he really wished to pull his damp strands until it his scalp was stinging, and Jeno was nice enough to reward his gentleness by humming against his red, puffy tip.
The youngest had been going at it for what it felt like multiple hours and just a couple of seconds from how sensitive Renjun felt. Lazy strokes of Jeno's pierced tongue from his leaking hole up to his swollen cock-head, satisfied hums leaving his throat every couple of minutes, Huang's face winced every now and then at how he could hear every obscene, disgusting little noise his lover's tongue made while licking him open.
Every time Renjun started shaking a tad too hard, Jeno eased off the strength of his sucks and kisses just enough to let him calm down and not cum too quickly, but despise his best efforts to keep this going for hours… his pretty thing already came twice — once while he had two fingers curling just right inside of his slutty rim and another just from his sharp tongue abusing his little cock, looking at Jeno wasn't too good for Renjun's heartbeat either, his sours juices were coating his chin and dripping down into the leather couch or sliding to his neck.
"T-take… Jeno, mmph- take it off, please… Neno…" He tried to communicate his needs between helpless whimpers. The youngest pulls back slightly, his breathing wild and most of his face glistening from being buried into sucking off his boyfriend for too long.
It doesn't take more than some seconds for him to fully realize what Renjun had been asking for, a cocky grin making it's way to his beautiful face as he puffed out a laugh and reached for the hem of his t-shirt, taking it off and letting his muscled body speak for itself.
"You just need to see me all the time, don't you? Pervert,” Jeno murmurs, his voice sultry and begging for Renjun to fight back, not once acknowledging his complete and immediate submission to the smallest of demands before leaning back down to press open-mouthed kisses and little love bites to his baby's damp inner thighs. "You love me too much."
Renjun's small fingers serve him one last time tonight, grabbing a handful of Jeno's damp hair at the back of his head and pushing his face up like he's using the youngest's dark strands as reins, smashing their puffy lips together, groaning almost pornographically at the taste of his own sweat and arousal in his tongue.
Jeno kisses him back with the same level of devotion and force, both of his big hands finding home on Renjun's waist as he settled right above him on the couch, thighs pushing Huang's legs to each side of his pelvis to make space for him to fit in the middle. Jeno's big, dumb cock leaves a trail of wetness on top of Renjun's lower belly every time he frantically moves back and forth like a puppy in heat.
Huang hugged his lover's strong, firm shoulders, swallowing each and every one of his desperate, guttural moans as if he's been starving for it.
A pitiful, broken little sound comes out of Renjun's throat when Jeno trashes him back into the couch. Breaking the kiss, Jeno comes back from the spot where he was messily looking through Renjun's pile of clothes with his used boxers in his hand. he gives the soft, flimsy material a deep sniff before kissing the fabric, maintaining an eye contact so intimate, Renjun's whole body shuddered in hurt under his lover's intense gaze.
No words were needed after he settled the boxers to the side, Jeno wordlessly placed both of Renjun's trembling legs on either side of his waist, his breath hitching as soon as his thick length made contact with Renjun's weeping one. He reaches the eldest's face and kisses him, Renjun accepts his tender love as if it's not a reminder of how ruined they both are — Jeno's hold on his waist is strong but shaky, Renjun's hold on his cheek is gentle but his hand are slippery.
Once Jeno starts moving, puffy tip pressing just right against Renjun's sensitive prostate, they both know this paradise won't last that long. The heat of the skin smacking warmth radiating from their bodies is quick to eat them both alive, rolling their hips into each other, trying to take one another impossibly deeper though the original stretch is more than enough to make Renjun sit a little funny the next day.
Jeno is the impatient type, fucking into his pretty boy like a mut desperate to breed, the force of his thrusts making Renjun bounce a little from the couch back to his strong pelvis. The wet, filthy sounds coming from where their sticky messes sloppily kissed was enough to drive Renjun even wilder, hips twitching helplessly, trying to match his lover's pace.
Jeno doesn't stop speaking, dragging herself against that gummy spot that made Renjun's brain shoot out sparkles up his spine as if there were ice cubes sliding up and down his lower back up to his neck. "I love you, my pretty baby. I- mmhhp, I love y-you, more… more than anything," Jeno promised, lips warm right on the former's temple.
There's no need to have his eyes open in this soft moment of destruction, he know exactly how Jeno looks like during all of this.
Renjun has always known that Jeno looks the prettiest when he's using him.
The third orgasm shocks him like a whole thunderstorm, deep and too much to handle without tearing up a little bit, his back arching off the couch as his tight walls clamp down on Jeno's heavy cock, Huang's voice comes out in broken pieces and Jeno can't help but groan at his pretty noises, both of his thighs quivering pathetically around his muscled waist.
Jeno eases both of them through the aftershocks of his love with a gentle roll of his hips, one unsteady hand massaging Renjun's torso from bruised waist up to his fragile rib-cages, in the same unhurried rhythm. Gently coaxing every last tremor until his breathing became, at least slightly, stable again.
Renjun couldn't help the whimper that involuntarily left his mouth when Jeno notched his hard, all too consuming length right against his quivering hole again.
"Just a little more, please? Just one more, angel…" Jeno whines, his beautiful face dripping with sweat just a inch away from Renjun's, bodies still assimilating the last waves of his orgasms. "Just one more… for me?"
Renjun could only attempt to breath, he hugged his neck one more time, Jeno kissed him back instantly, enveloping each other's lips like a naturally intricate swan dance, devoted lovers bound by fate.
Then he starts to move again.
Long, deep strokes against his angel's sticky heat. One hand holding onto his waist, the other slipping down to rub firm, slow circles and figure eights right above his swollen, red tip. Strong hips moving restlessly, measured, calculated tot the perfection of edging himself.
Renjun sincerely lost count of how many times he came by this point, struggling to his eyes open because he don't wanna lose how purely majestic Jeno looks completely lost in the pleasure of his submission.
It's easy to see when something different starts to build.
It makes Jeno's breaths come out sharper, heavier, a sensation that shows it's intensity from how hard the hard planes of his abdomen clench under Renjun's fingertips. His moans and groans almost panicked, pelvis twitching uncontrollably.
Renjun brings a hand up to wipe the damp hairs from his face with a shaky touch, caressing his jaw so lovingly that Jeno can feel his eyes starting to sting as he tears up, focusing on nothing more in the world other than his lover's soft voice calling out to him; "C'mon, baby. I'm right here, I love you, mmhm- I love you so much."
Jeno angles his hips just a fraction deeper on the next wet slide, his eyes shutting down hard as his entire body prettily convulsed right there on top of Renjun, the pressure snapped.
The very second Jeno can sort of catch his breath, Renjun is pulling his limp body to fall on top of his smaller one. Hands find home caressing in his boyfriend's heated face then, Jeno's shoulders relaxed the second he kissed the top of his head.
His hand came up to hold Renjun's — softly now, almost worshiping.
Jeno kisses his collarbones and rests his face right on the left crook of his neck, warm and belonging.
Because he does belong, they both do.