blue gasoline ✿ nomin

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"You've got shit timing, Lee Jeno," the younger tutted. Leave it to his boyfriend to finally give in on the day he got diagnosed with a personality disorder—but then again, at least he wasn't dwelling on it and making them borderline uncomfortable.

The officer brought his hand up to his nape and rubbed it sheepishly. "Yeah, I'm—"

"Let's do it."

Jeno thought his eyes were going to bulge out of his skull. Yes, he was the one who suggested it, but when it's a whole new story when the proposal is accepted.

The blue-haired boy hardly gauged his reaction, instead removing the space between them by straddling Jeno. After all that had happened recently, he needed this. He was tired of feeling apathetic and weak, now he just wanted to feel like he was in control again. Letting his diagnosis linger over him like a dark cloud wasn't what he wanted, so he wasn't going to let it. In fact, other than his unavoidable therapy sessions, he was going to act like it didn't even exist.

The older's hands found their way to Jaemin's waist as he stared up at the latter owlishly. He wasn't a virgin, but he was...out of practice. If he disappointed, no way he could ever be able to forget about it.

However, all those negative thoughts flew out of the window as soon as Jaemin pressed their lips together, causing passion to spark out of them like never before. It was comforting, hot, loving, and lustful all in one—and neither of them could pinpoint a time where anything ever felt so right.

The teen parted his lips, inviting Jeno's tongue to slip inside and explore, which he gladly did. It wasn't sloppy like Jaemin was used to, instead, it was loving and inviting—but somehow still so erotic and sensual.

They pulled away for a few moments to catch their breath and discard their shirts, slinging them to a random spot on the floor. Jeno couldn't help but stare at the figure of the boy on top of him. He had only seen his torso exposed once, and honestly, he had been too caught up in the moment to pay much attention. But now, it was right in front of him, and he was drinking in every feature. From his tiny waist, to the faint outline of his abs, to his soft chest, it was all so perfect.

Jaemin couldn't say he was much better. The pale skin under Jeno's shirt always left him breathless, and he was proud to be the only one who's got to see it in a long time.

In one swift motion, the ravenette flipped them over to where he was on top, situated between his lover's halfway exposed legs. The obvious erection poking through the younger's shorts was enough to fuel him further, as he leaned forward and reconnected their lips for only a few seconds before he began trailing kisses down the rest of his body.

Jaemin gasped as the officer's plush lips touched his skin over and over. The kisses felt like electricity, each one of them sending jolts through his entire body.

When Jeno reached the waistband of the blue-haired boy's shorts, he halted. "We can stop now if you want," he said softly, flickering his eyes up to meet his lover's in order to show that there was truly no obligation.

The younger thought about stopping. The scars on his thigh taunted him to no end, and the conceptualization of Jeno seeing them made his stomach feel weird. He planned on sticking to his resolution, though. They don't define him, and they sure as hell aren't going to take this away from him. "No, I want you to fuck me."

For obvious reasons, those words went directly to the officer's dick. In one movement, he pulled down Jaemin's shorts and underwear, revealing him completely.