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“What did he say?”
Chenle waits patiently for Jeno to text him back, watching the bubbles appear telling Chenle he’s forming his reply. The tongsamgyeop Jaemin made him was delicious, the empty plate is sitting on the table in front of him, practically licked clean. Jaemin grabs it, along with his own empty plate and takes it in the kitchen to wash them while Chenle waits for Jeno’s reply. Chenle made him aglio olio, and a satisfied smile spread across his face when he saw how much Jaemin enjoyed it.
His phone pings with a message and Chenle lets out a whine when he reads the words on his screen
“What are you whining about over there?” Jaemin asks.
Chenle’s head drops backwards so he can look at Jaemin. His sleeves are rolled up, revealing his thick, muscular arms. Chenle tries not to be distracted by the buff man washing dishes—why is it so hot when buff men do chores? “Samoyed can’t make it.”
“Hm, and why is that?”
Jaemin turns off the sink, dries his hands and turns around.
“Please put your arms away, I can’t focus when they’re staring at me.”
Jaemin smiles and pushes his sleeves back down
Chenle sighs, “Now I miss looking at them.”
Jaemin takes a couple steps forward and flicks Chenle on the forehead. “Answer my question.”
“He can’t make it because of his cat allergy.”
“I see,” Jaemin nods like it makes sense. Which it does, they were going to go live but decided not to when Chenle’s cat allergies started kicking his butt. Jaemin luckily had allergy medicine on hand, probably because he usually has Jeno over often. So he understands why Jeno doesn’t want to deal with his allergies today, and Jaemin’s cats are clingy. Chenle feels Lucy rubbing against his leg right now in fact. “The babies love rubbing against him and getting their fur all over him, my poor Samoyed. He fights for his life every time he comes over, but he can never say no to picking them up and cuddling them.”
Chenle turns his head and gives Jaemin a head butt, like Lucy is currently doing to him right now. Jaemin’s chest is deliciously firm, it makes his mouth water. “Why don’t you invite me over more?”
“Maybe because you never ask.” Jaemin takes Chenle’s cheeks into his hands, squishing them and making soft cooing noises—like Chenle really is a pouty cat. “And you’re usually too busy hanging out with Jisung, or asking every man you meet who plays sports if they’d play basketball with you.”
“Is oppa jealous?” Chenle flutters his eyelashes at Jaemin, all sweet and innocent like.
“Jealous because my Lele-chan doesn’t want to hang out with me often?” Jaemin makes a wounded expression, and places a hand over his heart as he pouts. “You know you’re always invited over. Especially when Samoyed is over too, he misses you, you know. I do too.”
Jaemin’s cute nickname reminds Chenle of the live Jaemin did recently. He turns around in his seat, straddling it. “Oppa, do you remember when you went live a few days ago?”
Jaemin raises an eyebrow, looking at Chenle with suspicion in his eyes. “Yeah? What about it?”
“Well… do you remember what you promised me?” Chenle grabs onto Jaemin’s arm, tugging him closer. Jaemin goes, but with reluctance.
Jaemin’s eyes drop to the bruising grip Chenle has on his arm, and then back to the younger's eyes. “No? But I feel like I should remember, as soon as possible. The look in your eyes is scaring me.”
Chenle giggles, especially when Jaemin tries to tug his arm away, but Chenle just tugs him closer and hugs it against his chest.
“A kiss. Does that ring a bell, oppa?”
Jaemin’s eyes flash with recognition. “Ah, right. I remember that now.”
“Mhm,” Chenle smiles, big and wide. Jaemin tries to step back, but Chenle doesn’t let him. “Was it just an empty promise, oppa, or do you really plan on giving me a kiss?”
“It wasn’t an empty promise—”
“But you still haven't kissed me,” Chenle cuts him off.
Jaemin’s eyes dip down to Chenle’s lips and then back to his eyes. “W-We just finished eating—”
“Aww, you’re stuttering. You were so cute stuttering on live, did you know that?”
Jaemin blushes profusely as he rips his arm from Chenle’s grip and backs away. “The fans wouldn't stop talking about my stuttering, you little tease,” Jaemin mutters, running a hand through his hair and making it fall down in messy waves that just add to his attractiveness. “I’ll give you a kiss.”
“I’m waiting,” Chenle sings.
Jaemin sighs and steps forward once again. He flinches when Chenle gets his greedy hands on him again, and begins to feel him up.
“So handsy,” Jaemin mumbles, and then squeaks when Chenle squeezes his pec. “Yah, you said you just wanted a kiss!”
“You just feel so good to touch, oppa,” Chenle grins, all cat-like.
Jaemin slaps his hand away and then grabs Chenle by the chin. He doesn’t give Chenle time to suck in another breath before he’s crashing their lips together. Chenle gasps into the kiss and then moans, gripping Jaemin’s tit again and trying to pull him closer. Jaemin whines and squirms in Chenle’s hold, but doesn’t break the kiss. Chenle brushes against his bottom lip with his tongue, and Jaemin lets him in immediately. Chenle’s hand slides down his back to squeeze Jaemin’s ass, and pull him in even closer.
Jaemin breaks the kiss, lips slick with spit, a string of it breaking as they separate. Jaemin pants as he narrows his eyes at Chenle, who smiles back. His hand doesn’t stop groping Jaemin’s ass, in fact, he brings his other hand to grip Jaemin’s other cheek and squeezes it. Jaemin lets out a soft string of ah, ah as he jerks.
“Chenle, a-ah, I thought you only wanted a kiss?” Jaemin says as sweat beads on his forehead, his cheeks flushed pink. He looks so pretty, like a pretty, flushed princess. Chenle is having the best time of his life, breaking Na Jaemin of all people, down like this.
“I told you I’d accept your kiss but it depends on how you do it,” Chenle grins wider as Jaemin’s eyes narrow, “and I’m not satisfied with our kiss yet, oppa. Can I get another one?”
“You little–” Jaemin’s words are cut off with a gasp when Chenle pulls him in for another kiss, hands still squeezing his ass.
Chenle kisses him hard as Jaemin goes limp in his arms, but it doesn’t last for long, because Jaemin starts kissing him back, just as fiercely—until there’s spit sliding down their chins and Chenle’s lips are bitten by Jaemin’s sharp teeth until they’re raw.
“Chenle–” Jaemin pulls back, eyes hazy with lust.
“Call me hyung,” Chenle pants, eyes lighting up when Jaemin looks at him in shock, “just like you did during the live. You didn’t think I forgot, did you?”
Before Jaemin can reply, Chenle is standing up and shoving Jaemin’s back against the table. He goes with an oof and scrambles to hold onto something as Chenle attacks his lips again. His hands end up gripping Chenle’s shoulder, and he moans when Chenle grinds his hips against his thigh. From the brief brushes Chenle gets against Jaemin’s crotch, he can tell the other is just as hard too.
“C-Chenle—”
“Hyung,” Chenle corrects.
Jaemin glares at him briefly before letting his head fall back with a defeated sign. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Oppa,” Chenle presses his nose against Jaemin’s slick neck, and presses a kiss over his beating pulse. “What did I just say?”
“If I say it, will you fuck me?” Jaemin asks, voice still breathless.
Chenle freezes. He didn’t even think about that, but with Chenle hard and Jaemin trying to grind unsuccessfully against Chenle’s thigh, he’s really warming up to the idea of bending Jaemin over this table and fucking him.
Chenle looks Jaemin in the eyes, still smiling, and grins. “Of course, oppa.”
“Chenle hyung,” Jaemin grabs the back of Chenle’s head roughly, tugging on Chenle’s hair so hard it causes him to hiss, and pulls him closer until his lips brush his ears, “fuck me.”
Chenle feels giddy with excitement, he hasn’t fucked Jaemin in so long.
“Lube?”
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Chenle has Jaemin bent across his kitchen table, three fingers spreading him open.
“Did we, a–ah nngh, really have to fuck here of all places, hyung?”
Jaemin feels Chenle’s dick twitch where it is pressed against the back of his thigh. Looks like calling him hyung really does something for him, he didn’t know Chenle had a hyung kink. He would really prefer if they fucked anywhere but on his dining room table. The mess they’ll leave, Jaemin shudders just thinking about it. He also shudders when Chenle shoves his fingers even deeper, causing Jaemin to gasp wetly
“Fuck—”
“Oppa, you just look so good bent over the table. I’ll be quick, I promise,” Chenle purrs, and it sends a shiver down Jaemin’s back. He doesn’t believe him for a second. Chenle’s fingers are taken out, and Jaemin groans as his head falls down to rest on his crossed arms. He’s empty and dripping, lube leaking from his hole and down his balls. He hears Chenle’s pants drop. “If only Jeno were here right now, I know he’d love to hear you call him hyung too.”
Jaemin tenses at the mention of his Samoyed, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Chenle.
“Oh, do you like the idea of calling him hyung that much?” Chenle giggles breathlessly, tip of his cock pressing against Jaemin’s hole, causing him to clench around it. Chenle hisses, and grabs Jaemin’s right ass cheek to spread him open more. He pushes in deeper and Jaemin digs his fingernails into his table before he remembers to stop, unless he wants to be reminded of this moment when he sees the claw marks on his pristine table
“He really wanted you to call him hyung, you know. At the concert.”
Jaemin knows this. He gasps, mouth dropping and eyes nearly rolling back when Chenle thrusts all the way in, until his hips are pressed against Jaemin’s ass, buried all the way. “I-I know.”
“You do, but you haven't yet, have you?” Jaemin can just hear the smile in Chenle’s voice. He feels it pressed against the back of his neck as Chenle drapes his chest over his back, cock deep inside Jaemin. “You called me hyung before you called Jeno hyung, didn’t you?”
“C-Chenle—” Jaemin moans loudly when Chenle suddenly pulls back and fucks back inside hard. “Fuck—”
Chenle’s hips slam against Jaemin’s ass, the sound of skin on skin bouncing off the walls in his kitchen. The table digs into Jaemin’s stomach, it’s uncomfortable, even the couch would have been better than this, but there’s no way he would have allowed cum anywhere near it. Jaemin’s fingers can’t find purchase on the table, they slide down the slippery surface as Chenle thrusts inside him with reckless abandon.
“A date with Jeno, and then a date with me? Our oppa is busy,” Chenle pants, hands gripping Jaemin’s waist with an iron grip. Jaemin knows there will be marks. “It’s a shame I had to spam you during your live to make this happen though.”
Jaemin reaches behind him, gripping Chenle’s shirt and causing him to stop due to surprise. He flips himself over, cock slipping out of his ass. He’s met face to face with Chenle’s wide eyes, wild hair, and flushed cheeks. His cock is hard and wet, dripping with lube, it makes Jaemin clench, feeling the emptiness that was once filled by that.
“Are you jealous, hyung?” Jaemin grins at him as he pulls Chenle forward by his shirt, his body crashing against Jaemin’s. Chenle goes with a surprised gasp that turns into a moan when Jaemin gets his hand around his hard cock. He strokes him, taking time to really feel Chenle, mesmerize his thickness and the veins running down his shaft. “Aww you don’t have to be, you can join me and Samoyed's date next time if you want.”
“I’m not jealous,” Chenle grunts as he lifts Jaemin’s right leg, positioning his cock against his hole. Jaemin hisses, thankful he’s flexible enough for this position. When Chenle begins to sink inside his warm heat again, Jaemin’s hole sucks him in greedily. “Fuck, you feel so good. Why don’t we do this more often?”
“I don’t know,” Jaemin pants, a wild smile gracing his lips when Chenle begins to really fuck him. His eyes fall shut, “Maybe it’s a sign you should come over more?”
Chenle grunts as he fucks inside hard, his grip on Jaemin’s raised thigh tightening. “You’re, haaah, really convincing me right now, oppa.”
“Fuck, yes, nghh” Jaemin moans as Chenle’s hips speed up. “Yes, right there, fuck.”
“I’m close,” Chenle groans, biting his lip as he focuses on thrusting in and out of Jaemin’s slick hole, looking down to watch as his cock slides in with no resistance, balls pressed against him, and then he pulls out again to repeat the action. “J-Jaem–” Chenle grabs Jaemin’s other leg, lifting it and pushing him forward until Jaemin’s back is against the table and his legs are bouncing in the air as Chenle bends him in half and thrusts his cock inside.
“Fucking hell!” Jaemin’s head drops against the table with a bang, mouth opening in a silent moan. “Shit, Chenle, w-what–ah!”
“Come on, come on,” Chenle fucks in and out, the table rattling beneath them. Jaemin can tell he’s close.
“C-Chenle, h-hyung,” Jaemin gasps.
Chenle groans, his hips kicking forward hearing Jaemin call him hyung again. Jaemin watches Chenle with hazy eyes as his hand slides down his exposed abs, glistening with sweat, and grabs his thick cock. It only takes Chenle a few more thrusts before he’s fucking in deep, heading dropping down as he cums. HIs mouth drops open when Jaemin’s hole spasms around him, milking him completely.
“Lele,” Jaemin moans, frustration in his voice as he jerks himself off with a weak hand. Chenle bats his hand away, hips still twitching as Jaemin squeezes him tight, and takes over jerking him off. Jaemin spills over his hand a few seconds later.
“Fuck,” Chenle pants. “That was, wow. A lot. I’m exhausted.”
Jaemin wants to glare at him, Chenle wasn’t the one who was fucked against a table. The moment tries to sit up, he groans in pain, yeah he’s definitely feeling the burn more. He swats at Chenle’s shoulder, “Put me down a-ah, shit. Why did we fuck here?”
Chenle does what Jaemin asks and accepts the few more weak slaps Jaemin lands on his shoulder for fucking Jaemin across the table and getting cum all over it.
“You’re cleaning that up,” Jaemin scolds him. He glances at the table and then groans, head falling into his hands. “We’re never doing that again. What if my cats walked in!”
Chenle cackles and sneaks up behind Jaemin, wrapping his arms around him. “It’s fine, they didn’t see a thing. Can I get another kiss, oppa?”
Jaemin is weak to him, so of course he gives in. He sighs and then smiles before turning his head to give Chenle a chaste kiss on the lips
“Want to go for another round in the shower? We could video call Jeno you know…”
Jaemin grabs his ear between two fingers and drags Chenle with him as the younger lets out a series of ow, ow, owie hyung!.
Jaemin steps in front of his closet where he keeps his cleaning supplies and crosses his arms, still pant less. Chenle looks conflicted as he stares at Jaemin, eyebrows pinching but a smile also forming on his face, like Jaemin is both hot and funny at the same time. “Clean up the mess first.”
Chenle grumbles as he puts his sweat pants back on, which Jaemin is glad about, he doesn’t want Chenle to scare the cats if they walk in here. Even though their dad is currently butt naked too, he should really put something on.
“After?”
Jaemin shakes his head in disbelief and smiles. “You’re unbelievable. Fine, after.”
Jaemin has never seen Chenle clean anything so fast in his entire life.