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Was that an overreaction? Of course he had seen naked people before, and not only through porn. I mean, Mark did have a couple of short relationships and a good handful of hookups, so it shouldn’t affect him that much, should it?

He had fixed in his head the idea that seeing Y/N that night was like a curse, going to destroy their friendship little by little. For crying out loud, it was impossible to sit on the couch without losing control of his thoughts, having his mind wandering across such memories that made him blush like a pubescent kid. In addition, he would have to leave to his room, so he could jerk off in peace – although jerking off with his chest heavy of guilt wasn’t peaceful at all.

The boy hated himself for not being able to stop thinking of it. Actually, he felt drowned in absolute despair on the first hours after the first time he masturbated to that.

Once again, it’s not like Mark hadn’t done it before. However, he was used to consciously choose an object to his desire, and not to having his head constantly flooded by his hot roommate.

How was he supposed to get over it? Y/N literally lived with him. If he walked out of his room, Y/N would be watching a movie on the TV, writing an essay on the couch, baking cupcakes on the kitchen or whatever else. And if she wasn’t, traces of her presence would be there. A jacket hanging on a chair, a book on the center table of the living room, a hair band fallen onto the floor, the smell of her shampoo in the bathroom… The only form of running away from those things was moving out of the apartment.

Although guilty due to fantasizing about his friend, Mark was sore from masturbating so much. Every few hours he would become hard, and ignoring it was the same as asking for painfully blue balls.

He still wasn’t able to establish a balanced logic on when to masturbate and when not to. Between blue balls and following the thoughts that betrayed the control of his own mind, that was an easy choice. Was it even reasonable to call that a choice?

Mark believed that everything would just vanish from his head after a few hours, but there he was, muffling his moans by biting the left sleeve of his hoodie as he jerked off, hiding in the bathroom, back resting against the door. If Mark had ever wondered that suppressing his noises would become easier as time went by, he was indeed wrong. Rubbing furiously a part of his body that already claimed for rest only got more painful every other time.

Trying his best to push his mind away from the discomfort, Mark kept moving his closed fist up and down along his throbbing length. He bit and sucked his bottom lip, savoring a bit of the metallic taste of blood that emanated from the already bruised skin.

The dark haired boy felt the warmth spread inside his chest and rising up to his face as his climax approached. He suddenly squirmed and closed his eyes fiercely while hot cum spurted from his cock. Despite his attempt to keep the white sticky substance to drop only onto his hand, it stained his hoodie and the tiles on the bathroom floor. Mark cursed under his breath as he tried to stop panting, grabbing a small piece of toilet paper to clean the mess he had just made.

Becoming used to the weight of the guilt – that he realized he couldn’t run from – he had to avoid letting anything show to Y/N. The sudden increase in the attraction he felt for her (not like he was blinded to it before, more like he didn’t let it get into the way of their friendship), how unable he was to face her without blushing.

Whenever Y/N confronted him about his recently odd behavior, he would brush it off by saying that college was demanding too much from him, suggesting that he took more time to answer to anything Y/N said or asked him as a result of being too tired, and not of having to hold his breath and trying to calm down his heartbeat just for being in the same space as her.

By that time, Jaemin was even more attractive than his normal self. His platinum hair blended with the shape of his perfect features, making him look as if he was made of timid rays of sunlight. Just like Jeno, he was still wearing his sleeping clothes – a pair of gray sweatpants hanging onto his hips for dear life, and nothing on his upper body. The imprints of the bedsheets were still visible on his pale skin under the artificial light that engulfed the kitchen.

Jeno returned the sweet smile, shifting his head up to keep gazing at his boyfriend’s face when as he got closer and closer. He closed his eyes waiting for a chaste kiss, inhaling Jaemin’s soft and comfy scent. Besides his expectations, he only felt a warm touch on his right shoulder, making him open his eyes again and release a frustrated whine.

Before his gaze reached his own shoulder, Jeno noticed how Jaemin didn’t even lean in give him a kiss, although his smile was wider and expressed some delight.  His hips pended forward and the blond softly took his boyfriend’s jaw between his long fingers, slightly pressing his face and brushing Jeno’s lower lip with his thumb.

The older’s dark brown eyes screamed in confusion. Did he misunderstand anything between him and Jaemin?

Finally, Jaemin leaned and left a peck on Jeno’s lips, standing still for a few seconds.

“Good morning, my love” he murmured as he got away. The large smile went back to his toothpaste flavored lips.

The brown haired boy whispered a quiet “good morning” as well, the mess in his mind showing through his face and voice. He stared at the kitchen wall, trying to reason. On the background, he could listen to Jaemin searching for something on the fridge and coming back to the table. The silence was usual between them, it was ok to not be talking.

It was just when Jaemin stood right in front of him drinking water, letting a fillet of the cold liquid escape his lips, that Jeno got to understand what was going on. His dark eyes followed the string of water that ran across the pale body, his gaze tracing the same path through Jaemin’s naked torso until his erection – which moments ago was pressed against Jeno’s shoulder.

Realizing the shiver that crossed the younger’s body and the involuntary contraction of his ab muscles, Jeno was struck by a mix of feelings. First of all, he began salivating a lot, his mouth watered at the sight. Second, he shivered; his body unwillingly imitated Jaemin’s. Finally, his face heated up, the warm sensation spreading quickly and flowing in his body – especially to his cock.

Over the day, there were various moments where Jaemin noticed (curious, to say the least) his boyfriend carrying a blank expression on his face. Jeno stared at nowhere, his eyesight out of focus and mouth hanging open, as if his jaw weighted a thousand pounds. It seemed to Jaemin that a string of saliva was about to drain from his mouth at any moment.

At first, he thought that maybe Jeno only hadn’t got enough sleep the last night. However, older was already used to having packed schedules and usually wasn’t insecure about his body and image. So Jaemin decided it was best to check on him.

Jeno remained distracted while Jaemin got closer, hence he slightly trembled when Jaemin spoke, holding his breath without realizing.

“Jeno, is everything ok?” He stopped in front of his boyfriend just after the photographer announced they were having a short break. Jaemin brushed the older’s cheek with his right hand. Jeno murmured an assent, nodding positively. “Really? You seem to be spacing out a lot today…”

“Really baby, I’m just distracted, that’s all” he reassured, leaving a soft kiss on Jaemin’s hand before taking it in his hand and intertwining fingers.

Far from being convinced, Jaemin kept an eye on the dark haired boy for the rest of the day. He wanted to make sure that Jeno would eat well and take any chance he could to rest. Strangely, the younger realized an atypical pattern in his boyfriend’s behavior.

During the breaks in which they could eat, Jeno went for a pack of instant noodles and tanghulu (basically, a candy that consists on fruits on a stick, covered in hard caramel), besides the popsicles and candies that he devoured as time passed by – it’s pertinent to emphasize that the last ones were eaten in a much superior quantity than his usual. Jeno used to keep his diet under pretty tight limits, aiming to maintain his body in the physical shape the company imposed and that he even liked to sustain. Nevertheless, in this specific occasion, it was like he needed to have something inside his mouth all of the time, with no intervals.

To the other members, the only impression Jeno showed was tiredness; they read the constant brush of hands on his thighs and legs being squeezed against one another simply as attempts to stay awake.

Except, of course, for the moment when Jaemin perceived him dazing off and stole the lollipop Jeno had in his mouth. Imediately, Jeno felt his ears becoming hot. He swallowed dry, incapable of maintaining eye contact with the boy who just took his candy.

By the end of the day, when all schedules were over and the boys could head back home, Renjun suggested that they had dinner in a new restaurant near the dorm they shared. Jaemin instantly refused, claiming that Jeno was too tired to not go straight to their apartment. The very boy was totally out of the discussion, just watching the view through the van window.

What was left of the ride to the apartment went on in silence. Jaemin spared the older from having to be in a conversation.

Closing the door before himself after both boys had entered the apartment, Jaemin watched as his boyfriend jumped onto the red couch that sat on their living room. The blond boy released a nasal laugh, dropping his backpack on the floor and unbuckling his belt at the same time as he walked towards Jeno. The older sat facing Jaemin, his dark eyes gazing his boyfriend with a pleading shadow.

“You’ve been craving for my dick the whole day, haven’t you?” Jaemin teased, pulling his penis out of his pants and starting to make back and forth movements with his closed fist.

Jeno, now more than any other moment of the day, felt as if he was about to explode, to involuntarily burst into flames. His mouth already hung open again, without his permission or acknowledgment. The dark brown eyes wandered through his boyfriend’s body – wobbling especially between Jaemin’s face and the hardening cock in his hand. Jeno could feel the drool pooling under his tongue, the situation in his own pants becoming more bothersome as his cock twitched inside the layers of cloth.

The older nodded and murmured affirmatively, sticking his tongue out and low while he stared at Jaemin in a silent beg for help. The sight of Jeno sitting there so needy brought the younger’s nerves to the skin, to the point he could feel his boner grow harder by the second the brown haired male kept staring at him.

Releasing a sigh, the blond crossed the distance between the two and lightly rubbed the tip of his cock against his boyfriend’s hot and wet tongue.

In a silent agreement that came since the beginning of the relationship of theirs, Jeno waited for the younger’s avail before engulfing the tumescent member inside his mouth. Jaemin took advantage of that, dragging the head of his penis all along Jeno’s lips in a slow circular move that got both of them sighing.

Incapable of fully tasting the blond, Jeno felt the despair grow inside himself and tears suddenly filled his eyes. His hand reached out to touch Jaemin’s thigh, hoping that the younger would have pity on him. There was already a wet spot on the couch because of the drool that drained from Jeno’s mouth.

Pleased at the older’s reaction, Jaemin realized how Jeno could barely think due to how badly he craved to have the other’s cock in his mouth. Jaemin nodded.

“You can suck it, baby.”

Instantly, Jeno closed his lips around Jaemin’s cock, finally able to taste the blond on his tongue. He felt desperate for this moment since early that morning, so he took everything deep inside his mouth. The head of the blond’s cock hit the back of Jeno’s throat, moaning in an involuntary reaction. He closed his eyes in order to totally concentrate on the cock laying on his tongue, making the tears from moments ago shed down his red flushed cheeks.

Jaemin stared at the scene with full attention, capable to feel his pleasure being built up as Jeno moved his head, mouth and tongue. His fingers automatically rushed to the nape of the older’s neck, intertwining them with the brown hair and using his hand to help with Jeno’s pace.

“Is this what you wanted?” Jaemin asked between moans of complete pleasure and encouragements whispered with his raspy low voice. Jeno muttered around his cock without letting it out his mouth, the sole vibration bringing another moan to Jaemin’s lips.

Now with open eyes, Jeno attentively gazed at his boyfriend’s delighted expression, speeding up the pace of his back and forth motions, sucking the cock vigorously and hollowing his cheeks. Going as deep as he could, Jeno choked against the blond’s groin, so he had to back off in order to regain his breath. A string of salive still connected the brown haired boy’s mouth to Jaemin’s penis.

The blond cupped Jeno’s face in his head, giving him a loving stare.

“You’re so beautiful sucking me off like this, you know that?” he stuck his tongue out and pressed it on his boyfriend’s lips before beginning a wet and slow kiss, tasting himself on the older’s mouth.

He got away with the same look in his eyes – full of care and love –, stroking Jeno’s cheeks as he straightened his body.

“Can I fuck your mouth, baby?”

“Please…” Jeno whispered before swallowing the younger’s cock once again.

Holding the sides of the brown haired’s head, the blond began thrusting his hips quickly against Jeno’s face, moaning at each move. Jeno hollowed his cheeks again and pressed his tongue on the cock, making bubbles of drool collect on the sides of his mouth and go down across his pale chin.

When he felt the taste of Jaemin’s pre-cum on his tongue, Jeno tapped lightly on the younger’s arm, getting him to stop moving. The blond’s expression changed to concern as he moved away and faced Jeno.

“Is everything okay? Did I hurt you?” he soon asked, visibly worried that his actions could have hurt Jeno.

“No, no… It’s just… I want…” he hesitated, timid. “I want you to cum here, not on my mouth” he completed, pointing at his own face. Jaemin grew a dirty smile, happy with his boyfriend’s wish.

“So you want me to make a cum mess on that pretty little face, huh?”

Jeno felt as the floor had been removed from under his feet, opening his mouth for Jaemin to start fucking it again. Fitting the member on the older’s mouth, the blond began moaning even louder with the expectation to the next moments.

“Can you imagine it anyone come back and see us like this… see you like this… swallowing my cock like a popsicle…”

The words had effect on both of them, bringing the younger to his climax. Frenetically, he took his cock out of his boyfriend’s mouth and keep stimulating with his hands. The spontaneous contraction of his glutes made him bend his hips furthermore while he came. The strings of semen fell spread on the older’s beautiful skin.

Jeno watched the other’s climax full of joy and triumph, rubbing his left hand on his own clothed bulge. By the time Jaemin’s orgasm was over, the brown haired boy stuck his tongue to collect the cum near his mouth, feeling the taste even stronger. With his index finger, Jeno gathered some semen that dripped from his chin, taking it into his mouth right away. Jaemin contorted his body with such an erotic scene in front of him, while he himself was still out of breath from climaxing.

The blond bent forward to kiss his boyfriend, purposefully spreading the cum even more on Jeno’s face, but invariably smearing it in his own skin. He made the kiss as dirty and vulgar as possible, rubbing their faces on one another.

When he backed away and stood up again, he pulled Jeno with one hand and grabbed his backpack from the floor with the other. Then he faced the brown haired boy again.

“How about we continue this on the bedroom? I want to help you in another way now.”

From this perspective, breaking up the almost 2-year relationship with Hendery sucked.

He used to help her with this kind of assignments, so having to do everything by herself made putting her ideas on the text even harder than it was already meant to be.

Mark passed by her side what seemed like half a dozen times, going to the bathroom, the kitchen, back to his room as her fingers furiously hit the keyboard.

Mark was a long-time friend who shared the apartment with Y/N since both moved out their hometown to attend the same university. Though their majors couldn’t be more unlike – Y/N studied psychology while Mark was on mechanical engineering - both adults got along pretty well for the 3 years passed until the present time, even during eternity Y/N dated the dickhead Mark most hated.

It’s not that Hendery was a bad person, not at all. It’s just that he dated Y/N. Mark was envious of him.

However, the man did the best he could to not ruin the friendship he had with Y/N.

The seventh time he passed by her was the time he left apartment, leaving a kiss on the top of her head and uttering a short “see ya tomorrow” before passing through the door and heading to the party Y/N was unable to go.

The younger answered with a nod and a quiet “have fun, Mark”, without moving her eyes from the screen. To be honest, she didn’t want to see Mark dressed to go out and get even angrier at herself for leaving the assignment to the last minute and, consequently, having to stay home on a Friday night. Damn experimental psychology.

Y/N pressed the send button 7 minutes before the submitting time was over. It 100% sure wasn’t the best essay she ever wrote, which made her not only stressed, but tired from the effort spent on writing a decent paper.

She just wanted to have some vodka and some dick for stress relief.

Well, this was another bad thing about breaking up with Hendery – weeks without getting properly laid.

College was taking a lot of her time. It wasn’t like the freshman year, when she could just go to the bar with her friends whatever day she wanted, sleeping at Hendery or inviting him over whenever she felt like it. She doesn’t even have the patience to flirt nowadays.

The result of these situations is as simple as 1 + 1. She got off to porn.

That was exactly what she was doing after hanging out spread on the sofa for a couple of minutes.

Y/N put her laptop on the center table, right in front of her, making her have to curve her back in order to type properly. She opened an anonymous tab and entered the address she was ashamed of how familiar with she had become.

Browsing on the page for time enough to find a video with reasonable quality, she clicked on a thumbnail that showed a couple fucking next to a glass wall, in what seemed to be a high floor of a building.

By the time the page loaded, Y/N took off her shorts, leaving them on the floor and staying only in panties and the huge t-shirt she used to wear with no bra.

Y/N laid back against the couch, trying to relax her body as she watched the couple make out. The man put the woman on all fours on the bed and the camera zoomed to her pussy. Y/N started playing with her clit as the woman of the video was fingered, Y/N rushing her fingers softly on top of her underwear.

When the veiny hard cock appeared, Y/N pulled her t-shirt up and used her free hand to squeeze her boobs. The woman pumped the pink tipped cock before beginning to lick all around, starting at the base. After licking all of it and pressing the hard member against her face and lips, she began sucking it.

Low grunts were heard from the man as she sped up, taking more of the cock into her mouth every time she bobbed her head, eyes tearing up and drool starting to drip from her mouth. Y/N missed giving blowjobs so much she kept rewinding the video for a few times, watching as the woman feasted on the flesh and choked around it.

Y/N felt her arousal wet her fingers through the fabric, so she dragged the panties to the side and pushed two fingers in, moaning loud in response to her own stimulus. She quickened the pace and her heartbeat increased as her body started becoming tense, thighs and stomach contracting as the climax was built.

Putting two fingers of her free hand into her mouth and sucking it filthily, Y/N felt her body spasm when her orgasm hit her, making her grunt and curve her toes during the release. Her walls clenched around her fingers and she close eyes hardly, trying to extend the moment as far as she could.

After the high, the tiredness overcame and Y/N just reached the spacebar to pause the video, resting back on the couch and closing her eyes as she tried to regain her breath.

Eventually, she fell asleep.

Mark, who was supposed to enjoy the night and sleep at the house of whoever he ended hooking up with, was coming back home earlier than any of them would’ve expected. Johnny and Jaehyun had a stupid drunk fight, killing the party and making the atmosphere so thick that Mark decided leave.

He did bother to send Y/N a message when he left Jaehyun’s house, but he supposed she was already asleep or still busy with her essay as the message remained unread.

What he didn’t expect was to walk on his roommate asleep on their couch, her laptop on the table still on.

When he got closer, he realized.

The laptop showed a blonde woman giving head, tears brimming on her eyes and makeup stains over her face.

Mark’s heart started beating so fast he couldn’t hear anything else.  

He shifted his gaze to Y/N, noticing her shorts on the floor, shirt up to her chest showing her breasts, underwear crooked to the left. Breathing calm and steadily, sleeping peacefully.

The blood rushed to Mark’s face as fast as it rushed to his dick, pants suddenly tighter.

Before running to hide in his room, jack off, feel guilty and think about how to pretend this never happened, Mark tuned to read the title of the video. The words were like gigantic bells ringing inside of his head, as in an attempt to prevent him from thinking.