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The first time it happens, it really doesn't seem like a big deal. Jaemin had been working long hours lately, deadlines keeping him at the office late, and they hadn't had sex that week because of it. So, as they were enjoying a lazy Sunday morning in bed, snuggled under the duvet with the Formula One race on the tv, Donghyuck tried to create the mood, inching soft kisses up Jaemin's solid jaw.
One thing led to another and he found himself snuggled back into Jaemin's chest, arched against him and huffing out whines over the soft sound of the television. But like he said, Jaemin's been tired lately, so he isn't all that disgruntled when the steady rhythm of Jaemin's hips behind him comes to a stop before either of them have hit their peak.
"God, sorry," he grunts, pulling out gently and rolling off the bed, "is it really hot in here to you?" He's over by the window now, turning on the air conditioning unit and shoving his bangs off his forehead.
Donghyuck rolls over idly, rubbing a hand up his stomach and taking in the view. Jaemin looks unfairly attractive naked. His gaze trickles down and stops on his flagging dick with a frown.
"I think I was just really hot," Jaemin follows his eyes down, before clambering back onto the bed. "And tired."
"Sure," Donghyuck bites his lip, shifting around to welcome his sexy boyfriend back into the V of his legs. He wraps his arms around his broad shoulders and murmurs into his ear, "We can take a second to warm you back up."
"Mhm," Jaemin hums around a grin, tracing kisses along the moles on his neck. He suddenly throws the duvet off his back, "no seriously, it's really hot in here."
"Okay babe," Donghyuck giggles, "no worries. I can see you better this way anyways." He wiggles his eyebrows.
The cool breeze from the A/C pebbles his skin, but being under Jaemin is enough to keep the chill away. He purses his lips and settles back into the pillows, silently asking for a kiss which Jaemin immediately obliges. Their lips caress in a gentle, warm slide, breathing hotly into each others mouths.
It's only a few minutes before he's ready to go again, murmuring praises against Donghyuck's lips as he slides back home. He can only hold on tight, muffled whimpers bitten into Jaemin's broad shoulders until they both finish together.
…
The second time is a bit more concerning. It's been three weeks since the previous incident and Donghyuck has pretty much forgotten at this point.
But with his face down in the pillow tonight, and already spent, he can't help but notice that it's taking Jaemin a bit longer than usual to finish. They're on their third position at this point, which isn't abnormal, but usually once Jaemin has an eyeful of his ass it doesn't take long.
It's still enjoyable of course, little whines and moans punched out of his throat and his hands braced on the headboard. Jaemin grips his hips harder and grunts in what sounds like frustration, the slide turning difficult as he actively softens inside him.
"You okay?" Donghyuck shifts his shoulders to be able to peek behind himself.
His boyfriend looks big and sexy above him, damp bangs stuck to his forehead and biceps shimmering. Jaemin slows to a stop, staring down at where they're joined with a look of disgrace. Like he can't believe his dick is failing him.
"Is it something I'm doing?" Donghyuck murmurs, angling forward until his dick slides out with a hiss.
"No!" Jaemin is quick to reassure, hands cupping his cheeks softly and dropping a quick kiss on his pouty lips. "Of course not, I'm sorry. I'm not sure what's going on."
"Well maybe you just need a second?" Donghyuck tackles him against the sheets and immediately latches onto his neck, Jaemin's weakness.
The younger boy's hand glides down the dip of his waist to grip onto his ass, letting out a groan that ruffles Donghyuck's hair, "I love you so much."
He can't help but huff out a quiet laugh into Jaemin's neck as his right hand travels idly across his abs to grip his already growing hard on, "I love you too baby."
He gets Jaemin off with his hand fairly quickly, but the nagging worry in the back of his mind starts to build.
…
Donghyuck's not even aware that the third instance is occurring until after the fact. He had been cozied up on the couch with the kitties on Thursday night, catching up on Love Island when Jaemin arrived home from the gym and practically ambushed him.
"You're so sexy," he murmurs against the warm, tan skin of his throat, "I can't believe I'm so lucky."
Donghyuck hiccups out a gasp, throwing his head back against the cushions and letting Jasmin tug his leg out of the quilt to get a firm grip on his thigh. "What happened at the gym?" He giggles before his lips are captured in a bruising kiss.
He muffles a moan into Jaemin's hot, wet mouth, and wiggles as best he can to assist in shoving his shorts down his legs. His boyfriend suddenly whips him over, pushing his tshirt up to his shoulders and pressing kisses down his spine, before proceeding to eat him out within an inch of his life until he comes into Jaemin's fist with a cry.
He's laying on the couch, short of breath, with sweat drying on his hairline when he realizes that Jaemin is already gone, the sound of the shower running in their bathroom, and he hadn't returned the favor. And Jaemin hadn't even asked?
The cold drip of dread begins to run down his spine.
…
"Does Jeno ever have trouble orgasming when you fuck?"
Renjun almost spits out his bite of French toast, looking at Donghyuck with wide eyes. The concerns have been eating away at him for the past week now, after Jaemin had left him on their sofa without even entertaining a blow job.
Their sex life has never been an issue in the three years they've been together. In fact, he prides himself on how healthy it is. They're intimate multiple times a week and are pretty adventurous in the bedroom, and Jaemin is very well endowed. So the past month of weird instances have started to become alarming.
"Where is this coming from?" Renjun hisses across the table, eyeing the older ladies in the booth beside them.
"I don't know," Donghyuck whines, pouting into his coffee, "there's been a few weird moments with Jaemin…I'm scared he's not attracted to me anymore."
Renjun sets his fork down and takes a deep breath before looking into his eyes imploringly, "Donghyuck, don't be delusional. Jaemin is obsessed with you."
He huffs and rolls his eyes, secretly pleased at the thought but too worried to fully believe it, "then why can't he come when he's looking at me?"
Renjun blanches and pushes his bangs back in distress, "I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation, he's been working so much lately!"
"Why are you defending him?" Donghyuck raises a brow. "You're my best friend, not Jaemin's."
The smaller boy splutters, "I'm not defending him! I'm trying to protect you from yourself." He reaches across the table to grip his clammy hand, "Donghyuck, he loves you."
He looks out the window at the beautiful sunny Saturday taking place. The people passing by the cafe window all look happy and unconcerned about their boyfriends breaking up with them due to sexual incompatibility. He groans and drops his face into his hands.
"Have you talked to him about it?"
"When it's happening, I guess," he pouts and traces a finger around the edge of his mug, "he just brushes it off."
"I think you should talk to him," Renjun nods, picking up his fork to continue his breakfast. "I'm sure you're overthinking it."
Donghyuck sighs, but resolves to confront him as soon as he's home, no matter how scary.
…
The rich, savory smell of Kimchi Jjigae permeates the apartment when Donghyuck returns home that afternoon. His brow furrows in mild confusion, Jaemin was supposed to have been on an all day bike ride with Jeno today. When would he have found the time to cook?
He idly pets the babies when they greet him at the door and trades his sneakers for his house slippers before going to hunt down his sneaky boyfriend. Jaemin beats him to it, peaking his head out of the kitchen with wide eyes.
"Why are you home? I thought you were going to be with Renjun all day?"
Donghyuck is affronted. They haven't seen each other today except for a sleepy kiss goodbye as he left for his brunch, so why would his boyfriend be upset to see him earlier than expected? Adding to that the stress of their bedroom problems he's sure his face is reading less than friendly.
"I was feeling anxious at the mall," he crosses his arms where he stands in the foyer, ignoring the cacacophony of meows at his feet for attention. "I can't come back to my house when I want?"
Jaemin blanches at his tone and hurries over, "hi baby, sorry, of course you can." He plants a kiss on his pouty mouth, fingers curling around Donghyuck's and the other hand caressing the back of his head.
Donghyuck fights off every instinct to melt into the touch and holds his ground, "weren't you supposed to be out with Jeno anyways?"
"He cancelled, he's not feeling well," Jaemin is quick to respond.
"Renjun didn't mention that…"
"Oh, um…" he's gnawing on his lip now, nervousness that is so uncharacteristic it sends a shiver down his spine.
"What's going on with you, Jaemin?"
The younger boy shifts uneasily on his feet, pointedly not making eye contact. Donghyuck can feel his control over this situation beginning to slip through his fingers, his heart dropping into his stomach the longer his boyfriend stays silent. The weird behavior, the issues in the bedroom, now making his favorite meal after lying about his day….holy shit, is Jaemin breaking up with him?
He backs out of his hold, "you know what, I don't need this. You're making me feel like I'm crazy when you're the one acting weird. If you can't be honest with me then what are we doing?"
He goes to stomp petulantly back to the bedroom but Jaemin blocks his path, his eyes panicked.
"Jaemin, move."
"Donghyuck," he murmurs, pulling him gently into his chest, tucking his chin against his fluffy brown hair, "Baby hold on a second, let me talk."
He fights the burning at the back of his eyes, but tears pool against his lash line, "why are you breaking up with me?" He sniffles against Jaemin's neck.
"What??" Jaemin yelps above him, hugging him tighter to his body. "Oh my god, I've completely fucked this up."
He tugs Donghyuck around the corner into their tiny kitchen. The Kimchi Jjigae is boiling on the stove and side dishes are in various stages of prep across the island. Their table is set up like a Crate and Barrel display table scape, with charters and place mats and folded napkins, and most notably a beautiful bouquet at the center, an overflowing vase of roses, sunflowers and delphinium. He lets out a quiet squeak in confusion.
"I wanted to be able to make it perfect," his soft voice curls around his ear, a gentle squeeze to his hip in apology, "but it's more important to just make this right."
He moves away from him and Donghyuck whirls around to see Jaemin lowering himself to one knee.
"What the fuck."
"Donghyuck, I love you more than words can express. You make me a better person, you bring immense joy into my life, you're the perfect father to our kitties," he smiles up at him as he speaks and opens a velvet jewelry box to reveal a gorgeous yellow gold pavé diamond band.
"What the fuck?" Donghyuck yells this time, muffled into his palm and through the choke of tears in his throat.
"I want to spend the rest of my life with you," Jaemin has tears pooling in his eyes as well, looking up at him from the kitchen floor of the home they've built together. "Will you do me the honor of marrying me?"
Donghyuck drops in front of him, grabbing his face with shaking hands, "yes, oh my god, yes of course I will."
Jaemin lets out a bright laugh before its smothered by Donghyuck's snotty, tearful kiss. They tumble back onto the floor, narrowly avoiding Lucy who is watching the display wearily. He plants himself in his fiancée's lap and waggles his fingers on his left hand impatiently for Jaemin to slide the beautiful ring on.
"I love it," he shifts his hand back and forth in admiration while Jaemin watches on with a fond smile.
"I'm glad you like it," he tugs him forward into a gentle kiss, rubbing their noses together sweetly.
"You want to marry me," Donghyuck murmurs.
"I want to be with you for the rest of my life," he confirms.
"Wait," Donghyuck shoots upright again and Jaemin tightens his hands on his waist, "you still need to explain yourself. I've been feeling ugly because of you." He puts on his best pout, crossing his arms pointedly.
"Donghyuck," he huffs, "I've been scared shitless about this. I wanted everything to be perfect and everytime I looked at you I was mentally spiraling about you saying no or the ring not being right or— "
"Babe," he giggles, "you had nothing to worry about! I would marry you if you gave me a piece of string for a ring."
He's tugged back in for another biting kiss before they pull themselves off the kitchen floor. Donghyuck shows off his ring to the babies while Jaemin finishes dinner. Sitting down together to eat his favorite meal as fiancés feels lovely, especially now knowing the stew was a gift and not a break up consolation.
"I've got to call my mom and Renjun," he smiles into his spoon, his left hand caressed in Jaemin's hold on the table, both admiring his new accessory.
"That won't be necessary," Jaemin grins bashfully, his ears heating up, "everyone's already invited to a party tonight to celebrate. If that sounds good for you of course."
Donghyuck can't suppress the beaming smile that overtakes his face. He's in disbelief he thought Jaemin was going to dump him just an hour earlier.
…
That night, after the celebration concludes, they meet again in a warm embrace beneath their cozy duvet. Jaemin gently opens him with his fingers, trailing reverent kisses along his neck and shoulder. Donghyuck moans in his ear as he slides inside, their lips passionately connected. Jaemin hikes up Donghyuck’s thigh to angle in deeply, eliciting a wet gasp.
However, the bliss of fucking his fiancé is unfortunately short-lived. Jaemin grunts through his orgasm after barely three thrusts, collapsing against Donghyuck’s throat.
"Okay, we're going to need to find a happy medium here."