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I Like The Way You Look At Me |:| Nahyuck

Yeah the picture's here again sue me
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Basic premise;
Donghyuck and Jaemin work for the same architecture company, and their relationship is not, by any means, under any circumstance, anything more than business.
Oh, and the casual bi-weekly sex agreement.
Strictly business.
Category: Rivals with benefits my sweet chaos gremlins
Enjoy ;)
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"Right—right there," a panted breath, smothered into the bedsheets that had just been washed—so much for that—followed by the soft fabric curling under his fingers, nearly all he could do to keep his knees from giving out entirely.

"You like that?" Jaemin has the audacity to ask, exasperated, as if it wasn't very clear how good it felt by the perpetual whine in his voice alone, but then daring to act surprised when Donghyuck responds with nothing more than a breathy, and frankly weak, curse, and Jaemin digs his nails into Donghyuck's hips while he lets a few matching expletives crumble from his lips afterward.

"I think—" Donghyuck starts, with the intention of addressing Jaemin as the whore he is, but then the bastard tugs, and all cognitive thought is lost behind whatever illiteracy was then drooled into the mattress.

"Think what?"

"Go to hell," Donghyuck groans, terrible terrible images of Jaemin's hand around his throat and the faint sound of his disgustingly sexy voice saying 'make me' flooding his mind with no consent whatsoever, and he knows the chuckle that follows wasn't just his hyperactive imagination. But it was that breathy tone, that my ego is a damn lie whisp that means he enjoys this just as much as Donghyuck does.

Which he doesn't.

Not by any means.

In fact he hates how his back arches with electricity, muscles constricting in every single right place, and his knuckles turn white against the sheets, but he hates even more how he chases it, matches Jaemin's pace, rides the high until it's dead, and ends up helplessly orgasm riddled and dead weight under Jaemin's horribly (perfectly) shaped body.

Again.

For the third time that week.

"I'm staring to believe you enjoy suffocating me," he forces, acutely aware of every finger that delicately twirls the ends of his dampened hair, rational thoughts telling him to bite them, intrusive thoughts curious how far he could fit them down his throat. Maybe that was the sex talking. Maybe he just wanted to be suffocated.

"I've offered to bottom before," Jaemin says with disgusting simplicity, as if that was just okay to state, fingers softly running along his jaw. "You always decline." He dares to trail his lips across the nape of Donghyuck's neck. "I think you just like being beneath me."

Scratch that. He wants Jaemin to suffocate.

"Get off me," he huffs, another weak demand, especially considering his inability to do anything about Jaemin's inevitable defiance, but so help him, he is taking a shower before he falls asleep this time.

"No round two?" Jaemin snickers. Oh, if murder was legal.

"No," Donghyuck snaps, now weakly trying to shove Jaemin off himself. Jaemin's legs pinning down his entire waist and chest pressed quite perfectly against his back didn't make this easy, but Donghyuck has never been the type to do anything the easy way. Jaemin is simply amused. Ha. Donghyuck's struggling was amusing to him. A great point of notice. "Get off me, Jaemin."

"Hm," Jaemin starts, and Donghyuck drops his face into the pillow, already angry, knowing exactly what was about to leave Jaemin's mouth. "I'm not begging you to let me move in my own damn house," he says with assurance, polluted by the smothering of a pillow to his face. "Get a life, whore."