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"How's the trip to the doctor?"
Jaemin gives his boyfriend a look over his shoulder as he puts away the car keys. He heads to where Jeno is, lying down sideways on the sofa and busy killing off his opponents in one of the games Jaemin never bothered to care about, even after countless times Jeno tried to rope him in.
Sensing Jaemin's disappointment from the grim expression and the slumped shoulders, Jeno quickly quits the game and drops his phone, stretching out his arms for Jaemin and the younger one hurriedly jumps onto his embrace. Jeno catches Jaemin with a soft oof while Jaemin busies himself getting comfy in Jeno's hold, burying his face in Jeno's neck.
Even without looking, Jeno could feel the heavy frown so he gives Jaemin a gentle rub on his back, hands slipping inside the sweater Jaemin has on to touch his bare skin. Jaemin would always feel better with a little skin to skin contact and indeed, he does as he wraps his own arms around Jeno's middle.
"What did the doctor say, baby?"
"That it was just sleep deprivation," Jaemin says, voice muffled due to his lips being pressed to the juncture between Jeno's shoulder and neck. "Prescribed me some medicine and all."
"Do you feel better now? You didn't even let me come with you." Jeno asks, stroking the back of Jaemin's head, messing up his soft pink hair.
"You're already tired from work, Jeno. I won't ask you to come with me to see a doctor when I can do it on my own." Jaemin leans into Jeno's touch, grabbing Jeno's hand to place it on his own cheek.
"You know, I heard a helpful tip from someone who had trouble sleeping." Jeno smiles in complete fondness, caressing the soft skin of Jaemin's squishable cheek.
Jaemin hums as he closes his eyes, feeling sleepy the more Jeno plays with his hair. Honestly, just being in Jeno's arms already makes him feel extreme comfort, and with the soft scalp massage, his whole body melts further.
"Is it sex?"
Jeno chokes on air, playfully slapping Jaemin's ass for suggesting so, although he doesn't dislike the idea.
"No, not sex. They said a little exercise can be good, you know? It'll get your body all relaxed and loosen all the knots and all."
Jaemin opens one eye lazily, perching his chin right on top of Jeno's chest. "Well, the doctor did mention doing light exercise would help."
"See?"
"But I am not going to go on a two hour cycle anymore. Not when you completely smashed me right after."
"What?" Jeno says, looking slightly offended. "It is not my fault you look sexier when you're tired."
Jaemin clicks his tongue as he pushes Jeno's face away although he secretly loves the compliment. "Shut up, I don't know what went out there then, like how and why did I even agree to fucking in public."
"Because you love me,"
"Yeah, yeah, I do."
"And because you love me, we'll hit the gym tomorrow morning."
Jaemin groans loudly, dread apparent on his face but Jeno shuts him up with a few kisses and that does the job.
"Jen...Jeno, I'm dying. Please stop–ah."
"Jaemin, please. It hasn't even been two minutes since you started doing push ups." Jeno says, unamused by Jaemin who is whining in pain in the most dramatic way.
"I don't have any energy left." Jaemin pouts, hoping Jeno would fall for his cuteness and let him go.
"Jaemin, baby, c'mon. I'm here to help you. You'll get through this. See, I'll be working out with you too!" Jeno assures with a determined smile and Jaemin sighs, wondering why he even agreed to go to the gym with Jeno, out of all people.
Though, the situation at hand isn't as bad as Jaemin thought it would be. This is one of the few places Jaemin could see Jeno proving why he is the hottest man Jaemin has ever seen in his whole life. Donned in a worn out sleeveless white top that emphasises Jeno's defined muscles and protruding veins, all the result of constant exercise.
Sure, Jaemin has seen Jeno's body, more times than necessary, but their time in bed is usually spent in dim lighting, unlike the blinding lights in the gym. And maybe it is due to the good lighting but Jeno looks absolutely delectable–the thin fabric of his shirt doing almost nothing to cover the dips and curves of his built body.
Jaemin desperately wants to climb Jeno and have his way with him.
"Jaemin?"
He snaps out of his borderline lustful thoughts, looking into his boyfriend's curious eyes. "Yeah?"
"Start your push ups from the start."
Man, Jeno is a sweet boyfriend but he would be the worst coach to have in a gym. And he is too much of a distraction to Jaemin, anyway, with his bulging muscles and Jaemin is nothing but a weak person to such. It's not like Jeno doesn't know Jaemin's weakness towards muscular men, especially Jeno, considering their many nights together exploring his particular liking.
"Right," Jaemin gets back into position to continue doing push ups. He isn't unathletic per se; he just hates spending energy on moving around and sweating.
Well, at least, he has all the motivation he needs right in front of his eyes.
After helping Jaemin warm up earlier, Jeno does his own warm up near him. He starts off with a little stretching and his shirt really leaves no room for imagination as it rides up to slightly show a bit of his fair skin. And Jaemin being Jaemin, instead of focusing on his own work out, staring at Jeno is much better than wasting his time on mere push ups.
Jeno catches Jaemin's staring and playfully scolds him with a glare to continue his push ups.
How is someone able to be that hot and still look cute?
When Jeno moves to the treadmill, he sends a condescending look Jaemim's way as if challenging him. Usually Jaemin would not bother to even care but Jeno knows all the buttons needed to push Jaemin and unfortunately (for Jaemin), he succeeds easily. Jaemin only ever gets competitive when it comes to petty things like this anyway, so he sucks it up with a huff.
Just to spite Jaemin off, Jeno keeps on looking at him even as he's running. "Come on, babe. You can't be that weak, can you?"
"Shut up, Jeno. Can't you see that I am trying my best right here?"
'Work harder, sweetheart."
"Keep your eyes on that damned treadmill if you don't want to fall down and break a bone or something."
Jeno only laughs, speeding up the machine instead. "If I do, I have you to take care of me."
Jaemin makes a face, mumbling under his breath as he completes a set of fifty push ups. Jeno is just being as annoying as he could so Jaemin can exercise more.
And because Jaemin can't afford to lose to Jeno even in such a stupid self-decided competition, he chooses to be the brat he is. He drops on the ground, perching his chin on his hand.
"Jeno-ya," Jaemin purrs, soft and sultry, paired with his bedroom eyes to which Jeno stares at him suspiciously. "Do you mind if I do stretches instead?" Jaemin asks, a small smirk on his lips.
"...Sure,"
"Thanks, honey!" Jaemin beams, bright and excited as he begins to change his position by laying flat on his stomach, feet facing Jeno. He makes sure Jeno is watching his every move before he proceeds to give the man a little show, spreading his legs while simultaneously flexing his flexibility.
Jaemin does a split with ease and with grace, turning his head sideways just so he can take a look at Jeno's reaction.
This is going to be fun.
Jeno slows down the speed, trying to make out what in the world his boyfriend is attempting now. Maybe it is his fault for provoking Jaemin and he isn't sure if he should enjoy the little show Jaemin is doing or do something to stop it. While Jeno is weighing his options, Jaemin gets into the next position (that is sure to fire Jeno up) by raising his hips up in the air, accentuating the small round cheeks of his ass.
Jaemin hears a soft shit from Jeno and smiles to himself at how easy it is to rile Jeno up. He plants both palms on the floor, bending down as low as he can so he can push out his ass. Sure, he's wearing baggy sweatpants but that only adds to the charm, giving Jeno more obscene thoughts to think of.
Then, Jaemin starts off with the routine of doing splits and pushing out his ass a few more times. The more he does it, the more he exaggerates just to piss Jeno off. For the cherry on top, Jaemin lets his knees fall to the ground and gets into a position both of them are familiar with–on all fours with one leg forward to give his cute ass the emphasis it needs.
"Oops!" Jaemin says with fake innocence, hoping it does the trick.
It clearly works as Jaemin hears the treadmill being turned off completely and slow steps approaching him. He actually feels anticipation build inside from the thought of Jeno finally letting him go and quit exercising because that is the point of him riling the boy up anyway. If he was annoying enough, Jeno would definitely tell him to stop.
Two minutes pass and Jaemin wonders if he crossed the line, also known as Jeno's sanity, when nothing happens. He peeks behind to see what Jeno is doing but before he could, he feels large hands grip his hips and a surprised gasp unwillingly leaves his mouth.
"Baby, I thought I told you to exercise. Why are you so bratty today? Isn't the point of going to the gym supposed to help you?" Jeno asks in the calmest voice Jaemin has ever heard him speak in and that isn't a good thing, not when the amount of Jeno rage is based on how calm he is. "I let you stretch but didn't you just do that to get away from exercising?"
Of course, Jeno knows Jaemin better, so obviously he knows exactly why Jaemin did what he did.
"Forgive me?" Jaemin mumbles, biting his lower lip as Jeno pushes himself against Jaemin's back to the point Jaemin could feel the outline of Jeno's cock in the crack of his ass. Jaemin moans, eyes rolled back, only from this simplest touch.
Fuck Lee Jeno for going commando.
Jeno brings a hand to the back of Jaemin's neck, pulling him up effortlessly. "What a slut," Jeno whispers and with every word, his lips brush against Jaemin's ear. He feels Jaemin trembling, breath heavy as Jeno presses himself closer to Jaemin.
"Don't tell me this isn't what you were after."
Okay, maybe Jaemin did target for this to happen today. One way or another.
"Maybe, maybe not." Jaemin chuckles, looking over his shoulder to see Jeno staring into him, as if undressing him with his eyes. And since Jaemin is not the least scared, he lets his hand wander behind Jeno's back to push themselves together even further.
Man, I want him in me, now.
"Can you not go over a day without feeling the need to whore around?" Jeno asks, catching Jaemin off guard by grabbing his cock through his pants. "Look at you. All horny and hard."
Jeno starts to stroke Jaemin strikingly slow, enjoying the way Jaemin's breath hitches at every tug of his hand and the way Jaemin bites down his moans.
"Oh, come on now, sweetheart. What use is having the whole gym to ourselves if you are going to hold back your pretty sounds?"
Jaemin feels himself go red down to his neck, torn in between wanting Jeno to just take him apart in the middle of the place or–what or, there is no or. That is his one and only aim.
Jeno nibbles on the lobe of Jaemin's ear while his free hand slips inside Jaemin's oversized t-shirt, light feather-like touches dancing across his stomach that stops on Jaemin's left pec. Jeno brushes a shy finger against the perky nipple, a result of countless nights spent giving all his love to Jaemin's chest and turning the buds sensitive to any of his touches.
The sudden touch gets Jaemin weak in the knees as he falls forward, on all fours again. Jeno has a steady hand on Jaemin's back, then moves to grip onto his sweatpants instead.
"Don't be like this, baby. Our workout is barely starting."
Okay, maybe Jaemin does regret riling Jeno up. Maybe, and only if so, is if he doesn't have Jeno's cock inside him by the end of the day.
With one swift pull, Jaemin's ass greets the cool air and he shivers very slightly. His pants are bunched down to his thighs and he feels Jeno's warm hand caressing his pelvic bones before cupping one cheek. The next thing Jeno does makes Jaemin flare up in embarrassment. Jeno has just put his nose right in between his ass cheeks, taking a long whiff.
Sure, Jaemin loves it when Jeno plays with his ass but going as far as to sniff his ass is putting him to shame.
Jaemin reaches a hand to push Jeno away. He would prefer Jeno doing this when Jaemin is all squeaky clean and fragrant, not when he is sweating after the few push ups he did. But Jeno is Jeno, if not as stubborn as Jaemin, then more.
So, Jeno takes Jaemin's hand, lacing their fingers together and pinning them on the ground while the other hand is busy pulling down Jaemin's underwear, displaying his small ass and the little pretty hole Jeno has been obsessing over for so long. Jeno sticks out his tongue and licks a stripe along Jaemin's perineum to the swollen puckered hole.
"I see you've been playing around while I'm busy." Jeno says and Jaemin badly wants to smack his face for telling that right in front of his hole. "What? Couldn't be bothered to call me?"
"No, I just–fuck, Jennhh–" Jaemin gasps in surprise, but moans after. Jeno is trying to drive him crazy with his sinful tongue. "Y-you… I want...want–nngh."
"You want to be filled? Is that it?" Jeno teases. "What did I expect from a cockslut?"
Jaemin's cock throbs at the degrading tone. He really shouldn't be this turned on but after a little fun some time ago with Jeno calling him degrading names and only giving him the most painful blowjob ever, Jeno has never stopped using it against him. And his friends still think Jeno is a kind angel. His innocent smile is literally the most dangerous weapon.
"Jeno… please, please." Jaemin knows begging won't work on Jeno when his boyfriend is going down on him.
Jeno starts by giving kittish licks then inserts his tongue in Jaemin's hole, accompanied by a finger just to stretch him out. The sucking sounds are terribly lewd and loud. Jaemin's ears turn red and redder by the second and all he's doing to keep his sanity is clenching his hand over his mouth, breathing getting heavy.
"You okay there, sweetheart?" Jeno tugs on their intertwined hands and Jaemin whines in response, pushing out his ass towards Jeno. "Well, I see you're doing fine."
Jeno goes back to making out with Jaemin's hole and crooks his finger just right, hitting Jaemin's prostate. Jaemin's whole body trembles over the pleasure. As Jeno is giving his all to make Jaemin cum, he stops abruptly the moment he notices how close Jaemin was, earning a few pathetic whines.
"You didn't do anything to deserve to cum yet, you brat." Jeno taunts, patting Jaemin's ass. Then, he maneuvers Jaemin to sit on his bottom and finally be able to see the wrecked expression he loves on his boyfriend's face. Eyes unfocused, cheeks flushed, mouth parted slightly and the faint traces of tear stains on.
"Was it that good?" Jeno wipes Jaemin's saliva drooled chin.
"Yes," Jaemin nods, despite feeling overwhelmed from the rimming earlier.
"Good, now go get my bag. I packed us some lube and condoms."
Jaemin does a double look at Jeno, unsure if he heard that right. Does his boyfriend casually bring those items everywhere he goes or did he actually plan for this to happen? Or did he predict Jaemin to pull this sort of shit, so he was being prepared for the worst (read: best)?
Jaemin is about to get up on his wobbly legs when Jeno grabs his ankles, shaking his head no. "I want you to crawl over there."
This fucking devil.
Jaemin huffs and feels himself get hard. Damn Jeno and his power over Jaemin's weakness. Without much objection, Jaemin actually does as he's told to, crawling over to Jeno's bag a few steps away. He knows Jeno is enjoying the little show from behind.
When he gets back, he throws the bag to Jeno who catches it before it hits his face.
"Play nice, Nana."
Jaemin rolls his eyes.
Jeno brings out the stuff they need and calls Jaemin to come close. "Put it on for me, won't you?"
Since Jaemin is desperate for Jeno to have his way with him, he gives in too easily. Jaemin tears up a packet and rolls a condom on Jeno's huge cock, stroking him to half hard. Naturally, Jaemin parts his lips to take Jeno in his mouth, relaxing his throat so he can deepthroat Jeno in one go.
"Good kitten," Jeno smiles as he runs his fingers through Jaemin's hair, softly pushing his head further down. Jaemin bats his pretty lashes, lips stretched around Jeno's cock and he hums, liking the pet name.
While Jaemin is busy sucking on Jeno, Jeno pours a generous amount of lube on his hand, warming it up between his fingers. He circles a finger around the rim of Jaemin's hole, enjoying the little flinch he got from the younger. Jeno doesn't waste much time as he inserts two fingers inside Jaemin.
Jaemin moans around Jeno's cock, feeling the painful stretch turn into pleasure soon after. He starts to grind down on Jeno's fingers as Jeno thrusts his fingers deeper. Two fingers turn into three, and Jeno stops when he thinks Jaemin is ready. Jaemin gives one last sucking to the head, pulling off with a pop while his lips glisten with Jeno's precum.
Jeno pulls out his fingers and Jaemin lets out a long exhale, already looking spent just from giving head. Then, Jaemin goes to lie down, like the pillow princess he always is, and waits for Jeno.
Jeno chuckles, tapping Jaemin's bare thigh lightly. "Not like that, baby. Get up here," He gestures to his cock.
"What?"
"Ride me,"
Jaemin blinks profusely, pointing to himself then to Jeno's cock then to himself again. "You want me to ride you?"
"What? You like riding me, why not? Plus, you can take this as your form of exercise for today."
Jaemin groans, contemplating if he should throw a tantrum to get things his way but looking at Jeno's expecting expression, he just can't say no. Grumbling under his breath, Jaemin still climbs over Jeno and aligne Jeno's hard cock to his hole.
No matter how many times they've done this even as Jaemin is stretched out wide, nothing can really fully prepare him for Jeno. Both of them moan at the penetration, Jeno feeling light headed from how tight Jaemin is and Jaemin feeling overwhelmingly full only from the tip of Jeno's cock.
"You're so fucking tight," Jeno grunts. "It's like you've never had a cock in you."
Jaemin blushes red as he is bottomed out on Jeno. He arches his back while anchoring himself by grabbing Jeno's thighs behind him.
"Start the count, baby." Jeno smirks, enjoying the view of Jaemin with his ragged breath, pink cheeks, perky nipples and his cock twitching uncontrollably on Jeno's abs.
"A fucking devil, that's what you are." Jaemin says, raising his hips until only the head is inside. He glares at Jeno while going down on Jeno. "One,"
"And you are an annoying brat."
Jaemin couldn't even come up with a comeback as he is focused on bouncing up and down on Jeno's cock, counting under his breath begrudgingly. Jeno helps by thrusting up while Jaemin grinds down. Jaemin continues to ride Jeno and quickens his pace, his cock hitting Jeno's abs with every bounce, his precum smeared messily on Jeno's stomach.
After a while, Jaemin's thighs are burning and he gets slower, visibly struggling to even lift his hips. Jeno takes pity on Jaemin, brushing the hair sticking to his sweaty forehead and grabs Jaemin's hips to continue where Jaemin left off. Jeno's thrusts are slow and deep, dragging out the pace then suddenly changes into short, fast thrusts that has Jaemin choking on his own moans.
"Jeno, Jeno, I'm close–uhn–" Jaemin places a hand on Jeno's pecs while the latter is busy chasing his orgasm. The room is filled with the sound of both of their moans and grunts, and the lewd sound of their skin slapping against each other.
With a few more thrusts and a rough moan, Jeno's hips still and he grips Jaemin's waist, filling up the condom with cum. Jaemin moans at the sensation and strokes his own red cock to reach his high. It takes two tugs before ropes of cum spill on Jeno's torso.
Jeno pokes a finger in Jaemin's mess and brings it to his mouth, licking it clean. In response, Jaemin makes a disgusted noise in the back of his throat as he catches his breath. Jeno chuckles, pulling Jaemin by the neck to slot their lips together. Jaemin melts into the kiss and unconsciously grinds down his hips, clenching his hole around Jeno.
"Gosh, you're literally a whole brat." Jeno says as they part away from the kiss.
Jaemin sticks out his tongue, sitting back down on Jeno's hips. "You love this brat."
"I do," Jeno smiles, sitting up just to leave a soft peck on Jaemin's lips. "So how was your exercise, Mr Na Jaemin?"
"Oh, I don't know." Jaemin shrugs with feign innocence, drawing circles on Jeno's chest, right above his heart. "Maybe I need to work out a little bit more, don't you think so?"
"Change of mind, sweetheart?"
"Change of heart, actually." Jaemin says. "And a huge portion of horniness to be honest."
"Well, why not?"
"If this is the type of workout I have to do, then I would be willing to do it every day."
"I sure hope there are no cameras here,"
Jaemin looks around the corners of the ceiling in the gym, inspecting each one for a camera.
"Even if there were, you'd literally be excited because we finally have a sex tape." Jeno says, recalling the number of times Jaemin tried to convince him to record them in the bedroom.
"Oh please, a sex tape would be so cool!"
"Jaemin, I do not want our sex tape getting released in the internet." Or in the hands of our friends. Jeno dreads the future if any of their friends find out, he would never live another day.
"Fine, I'll just save it in some precious memories folder or something."
Jeno hums and Jaemin quiets down, feeling the effects of their little work out session on his body–sore and soiled with sweat and cum. Jeno grabs ahold of Jaemin's hand, pressing a light kiss to the knuckles.
"So...did it work?"
"I guess it did. I mean, I did do some exercise and sweated here and there."
Jeno nods then raises his eyebrows. "Wanna do a bit more exercise in the shower?"
Jaemin beams, already getting up to his feet. "Race you to it!"
Jeno watches Jaemin rush out, butt naked and cum dripping down his thighs. They did spend another round without a condom earlier, with Jaemin begging to be filled with Jeno's cum, and what is Jeno if he doesn't grant his boyfriend's wishes?
"You still have to wait for me, you know?"
"Jeno, did you know there is some stuff here I can shove up my ass?"
"Na Jaemin, you better stay where you are!"