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Renjun panted below Jeno, damp, clingy hands digging into Jeno’s skin; his shoulders, neck, back, waist. Jeno buried his face into the crook of Renjun’s neck, hips steadily thrusting into Renjun. Jeno knew Renjun didn’t let people top him very often; in fact he’d told Jeno that he was the first in a long time. Renjun trusted Jeno to take care of him, he always had, but this was just another nail in the coffin.
“He bothered me again today,” Renjun commented. Jeno’s blood ran ice cold, but he kept a warm face towards his boyfriend.
“Donghae?” Renjun grunted and nodded, grabbing a banana from the counter and sitting down next to Jeno in the kitchen. He snuggled into Jeno’s side and rested his head on Jeno’s shoulder.
“Doesn’t matter, though. I reported it to the office and told him to leave me the fuck alone.” Jeno hummed and kissed Renjun’s forehead. That wouldn’t do anything to stop Donghae, Jeno had to protect Renjun himself.
“Jeno,” Renjun panted quietly, lips kissing their way from Jeno’s shoulder up to his neck, then his cheek. Jeno turned his head and locked his lips with Renjun’s, tongue sneaking into Renjun’s mouth and wrapping around the other’s. Jeno grabbed one of Renjun’s hands, pressing it down into the bed and interlocking their fingers; Renjun preened into Jeno’s mouth, his hips moving back to move further down on Jeno’s cock and Jeno’s hips jerked up into the heat. Renjun moaned openly into Jeno’s mouth, fingers tightening around Jeno’s.
One hit, two hits, three hits… seven… eleven…
Jeno straightened up, panting and wiping the blood off of his face with the back of his sleeve. His knuckles were bruised, cut open and bloody, but it was worth it.
“You get the fucking message?” Jeno spit, foot jerking into the limp body’s stomach. That was fun; Jeno kicked again. Then a third time, and a fourth time. He smiled down, still slightly out of breath, and crouched down, feeling the upperclassman’s pulse. Pretty weak, but still existent, which meant he’d just have to go a little farther.
“Don’t worry,” Jeno cooed, pulling out his switchblade, flicking it open. “This won’t hurt too bad.” Jeno pondered for a second, then spoke again, “Unless it does.”
“Jeno,” Renjun panted into Jeno’s mouth, his voice lilted. Jeno responded with a bite on Renjun’s lip while speeding his hips up; fucking into Renjun harder and faster, chasing after their orgasms. Renjun moaned louder with each thrust and Jeno could feel his boyfriend tightening and contracting around his cock.
“Fuck, Renjun,” Jeno grunted, Renjun simply moaned in return. Jeno felt the warmth and adrenaline build up in his stomach, he thrusted harder and harder and his hips stuttered when Renjun’s orgasm hit him--he latched tight around Jeno in every way possible. His mouth was dropped wide open, silent and blissed out. Jeno whined quietly, eyes sliding shut as he pushed deep inside of Renjun and came hard. He bit down onto Renjun’s shoulder, making Renjun moan brokenly. Jeno rode out his orgasm by thrusting shallowly into Renjun and by the time he was done, Renjun was panting and twitching sensitively.
Jeno slumped down and whined quietly, making Renjun laugh to himself.
“So fucking good, puppy.” Jeno hummed happily and leaned up to kiss Renjun, satisfied.
With a small grunt, the dead body that had previously been in Jeno’s hands tipped over the side of the bridge and fell down to the river with a dull splash. Jeno smiled, accomplished, and brushed himself off. He took one last look around to make sure no one was around, then began his walk back home.
“Did either of you have Dr. Park for Psych in your freshman years?” Jisung asked, poking at his fries, pouting. Jeno smiled at his other boyfriend’s dejected face and threw a grape at his forehead. Jisung jerked and blinked wide-eyed at the grape, now on the table, then up to Jeno with an even deeper pout. Jeno laughed at his face and reached over to ruffle his hair, making Jisung smile cutely.
“Yeah, I had his when I was in pre-med. Why?” Jisung huffed and explained that he was struggling in the class because the teacher was pretty strict on deadlines and Jisung had a double major in Linguistics and English. Jeno nodded and reassured Jisung that he’d talk to talk Dr. Park. Beside Jisung, Renjun giggled quietly.
“What?” Jisung seemed to have a permanent pout on his face today, though that was usual for most days.
Renjun just shook his head, still laughing. “Jeno’s such a golden boy, even after he’s dropped out of pre-med.” Jeno glared at Renjun angrily--he knew Jeno hated that title, even though he’d been awarded it by most people on campus since freshman year.
“Some people told me to stay away from Jeno,” Jisung muttered, and Renjun stopped laughing. Jeno’s face was flat, unreadable to Renjun. He warily opened his mouth to defend his boyfriend, but Jeno beat him to it.
“I was known to be quite… protective over Renjun,” he vaguely explained. Jisung tilted his head, eyes wide with confusion.
“But you haven’t been like that with me…” Jisung moped. Jeno laughed uncomfortably, glancing at Renjun.
“Stay the fuck away from Jisung,” Jeno sneered, blank, cold eyes staring down into the terrored ones of Jisung’s classmate.The other boy whimpered as Jeno sneered in his face, knees knocking as he lowered himself further against the wall, nodding furiously in agreeance with Jeno. The boy already had a bruise forming around his eye, a split lip and a bloody nose. Jeno shoved them against the wall one last time, knocking the air out of their lungs before throwing him to the ground and walking off. Maybe he’d stop fucking making Jisung uncomfortable now. And if not, Jeno always still had his ways of silencing people for good.
“I have,” Jeno said, looking back at his phone while he ate. Jisung looked more confused than before, his shoulders drooped and the permanent pout on his face deepened, but he knew to leave it at that. Renjun soon spoke up about the possibility of Jisung coming over to Jeno’s and his apartment for the night after Jeno spoke to Jisung’s professor. Jisung agreed only after Jeno told him he’d help with his backed up work, but Renjun knew he would’ve agreed regardless.
“I’m home!” Jeno called, slipping his shoes off and tossing his backpack somewhere on the floor. The TV in their living room was on and he could see the very top of Renjun’s hair peeking up from the couch, but he didn’t see Jisung anywhere.
“Hi, Jen,” Renjun took his eyes off of his game for a second, craning his neck back to smile at his boyfriend.
“Where is--” As soon as Jeno started speaking, Jisung’s head popped up from behind the couch, eyes wide and curious as they always were. His hair seemed a bit messy and Jeno thought he’d never looked cuter. Jeno walked over to the two and Jisung stared up at Jeno with a smile.
“Hi, mochi,” Jeno whispered, leaning down to kiss Jisung softly. Jisung giggled into the kiss for a few seconds, then fell down onto the couch a giggling, blushing mess. Renjun smiled and tilted his head back so Jeno could kiss him too, which he did. “Have you two idiots eaten?”
“No! I wanna study!” Jisung jumped back up from his fetal position on the couch. Jeno flicked his forehead, making Jisung rear back and topple off of the couch and onto the floor. Renjun burst out into cackles while Jeno rounded the couch as quickly as he could, helping Jisung up and making sure he wasn’t hurt.
“Okay, maybe I could go for some cake,” the youngest boy pouted. Jeno made an unbelieving sound and led Jisung into the kitchen.
“We don’t just have cake lying around the house, baby.” Jeno’s response just made Jisung whine and stomp his feet on the ground.
“But I want cake.” Jeno turned to face Jisung, ready to turn him down, but with one look at Jisung’s face he knew he wouldn’t be able to. Jisung’s lips were formed into a hybrid of his cute, little pout and his awkward smile and his bangs were falling into his face, making him look young and irresistible to Jeno.
“Alright, let’s go.”
“I want this one--wait, no I want this one. Wait…” Jeno sighed and came to stand behind Jisung, hands on the younger’s hips and chin resting on his shoulder.
“Take your time, you can get more than one.” Jeno could feel Jisung’s excitement radiating from Jisung and it in turn made him happier.
“Maybe we could get--” Jisung suddenly stopped in the middle of his sentence and Jeno tilted his head to look at his face. Jisung seemed to be staring down the aisle, so Jeno leaned back to see what his boyfriend was staring at. Down towards the end of the aisle was Jisung’s old classmate, the one Jeno had… warded (more like scared) off. His face looked a lot worse than it did when Jeno had left him--the skin around his eye was dark purple and yellowing, the split on his lip was swollen and bruised, and his nose was bruised all over, it looks like Jeno had broken it.
“He didn’t look like that… a while ago…” Jisung muttered, Jeno simply hummed and rubbed Jisung’s hips.
“Don’t worry about that asshole, he deserved it,” Jeno told Jisung. Jisung swiveled his head towards Jeno, eyes wide and a bit scared.
“Did… Was that--” Jisung made a frustrated noise in the back of his throat, he was annoyed that he was stuttering over his words. “Was that you?” he got out. Jeno blinked at Jisung, assessing the situation. He’d made so much progress with Jisung since they met, he didn’t want to put that all in danger by telling Jisung about his violent streak. On the other hand, Jeno didn’t see himself becoming less protective and possessive any time soon, so Jisung would find out sometime.
“Was that what you meant at lunch today? Was that why people warned me about you?” Jisung’s voice shook a little as he spoke and he looked a little more frightened when he spoke again. “Is that why you didn’t like me when we first met? Because of Renjun?” Jeno sighed, deciding that he should probably tell Jisung the truth. Jisung hadn’t made a move to push Jeno off of him, though he did still seem a bit scared of Jeno in the moment.
“Yes, I did that to him,” Jeno started, looking straight at Jisung. Jisung’s eyes widened, but he still made no move to further himself from Jeno. “And yes, that’s why I didn’t like you when you first started talking to Renjun. I was… always quite possessive of Renjun and I just viewed everyone as some sort of threat, and yes I was hostile with you, but… I never did anything because I just… couldn’t. ” Jeno sighed and reached up to push Jisung’s hair away from his face. “I love you, mochi. I would never hurt you, and everything I do is to protect you and Renjun,” Jeno promised. Jisung looked a lot less frightened at the end of Jeno’s last sentence, and he let Jeno pull him closer to his chest.
“Okay…” Jisung whispered, turning in Jeno’s arms and burying his face in his boyfriend’s neck. Jeno wrapped his arms tight around Jisung and landed a soft kiss on his neck. “I want the chocolate and strawberry cake,” Jisung muttered into Jeno’s neck. Jeno chuckled quietly and nodded, holding Jisung in his arms until Jisung decided he wanted to let go.
The walk back to the apartment was quiet, comfortable, content. Jeno held the bag with the cakes in one hand and Jisung’s hand in the other. Jisung walked close to Jeno’s side, practically skipping home because he was excited to eat his cake. Jisung bounced on his toes while Jeno unlocked the door, bounding into the room as soon as it opened.
“We have cake!” he announced to Renjun, whom was standing in the kitchen pouring himself a glass of wine.
“Was that not the whole point of going to the store?” Renjun teased, making Jisung pout and Jeno giggle.
“Well you can’t have any now,” Jisung stated, sticking his tongue out at Renjun as he rounded the corner of the island. Renjun smiled and pulled Jisung in to kiss him. Jisung melted into Renjun’s arms and the kiss, tuning everything else out. Jeno smiled and came to stand beside Renjun, kissing his forehead quickly and looking for a knife to cut Jisung’s cake with.
“Do I get cake now? Pretty please?” Jeno heard Renjun say. He also heard Jisung stutter over the word “yes” as he placed a piece on each plate for all of them. He took his to the couch and plopped down in one of the corners. Jisung followed with his plate and dropped himself on Jeno’s lap, cuddling into his older boyfriend’s chest. Renjun sat cross legged on the spot next to them and resumed his game, the other two peacefully watching him and basking in each other’s presences for the rest of the night.