Strawberry Cake [EDITING]

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Jeno didn't know what was wrong with him. It was the morning after they had gotten home and Jaemin was making food for him while Jeno watched, as he normally did, but these thoughts and ideas kept appearing in his mind.

He finally put aside his racing heart and decided to act upon them.

He got off the counter and walked over to Jaemin who was cutting fruit at the counter. He slowly slid his hands around the younger's waist, ignoring the dull sting in his shoulder, and burying his face into the other's neck as they slowly swayed back and forth.

Jaemin tensed a bit when he felt Jeno's hot breath on his neck. He then felt the olders hands moving up and down his waist, rubbing his side gently as he began to hum softly. Jaemin continued cutting the small fruits and smiled a bit.

"What are you up to baby?" He asked. Jeno smiled against his skin.

"Loving you.." He muttered. He opened his mouth and latched his lips onto Jaemin's neck, sucking the skin softly. The younger let out a slight moan and his breath hitched. He set down the knife he was holding onto the counter and grabbed Jeno's hands that were wrapped around him, not pulling them off or pushing him away, just holding his hands. He threw his head back a bit and bit his lip as Jeno slowly pulled away and admired the purplish-pink mark he had made. He smiled gently and moved his face down to make another mark, this time on the younger's shoulder. Jaemin muffled a moan as Jeno found a spot that made pleasure shoot through him in waves.

"N-Nono.."

"Hmm....."

Jaemin tried to find the right words, but he couldn't. He wanted to say it was wrong, but it technically wasn't, right? They were both old enough and everything happening was consensual, so for once, Jaemin spoke the first thing that came to mind.

"M-more.." Jeno smiled as Jaemin barely managed to get out the word between soft moans. He slipped his hands under Jaemin's shirt and heard the younger sigh before turning around to face Jeno. The older saw something in his eyes that he hadn't seen before- the love was still there, standing tall and proud, but next to it was a haze of lust as he leaned forward and began to kiss him slowly. Or at least, it was slow, until Jaemin sped it up. He slid his tongue into the olders mouth to taste and feel every part as the older moaned softly into the kiss. Jeno's hands were still under Jaemin's shirt and he was feeling every inch of his torso, ignoring the sting in his shoulder as he did.

He still couldn't explain it.

Why doing something so wrong felt so right.

Jeno pulled away slowly and leaned his forehead on Jaemin's to catch his breath. Jaemin chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around the boy's torso before slowly rubbing circles on Jeno's back.

"Is that what you wanted baby?" Jaemin asked curiously.

Jeno nodded.

"Did my Nono like that?" He asked, his voice low.