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Jeno Lee refuses to die a virgin.
He isn't ashamed of the fact that, at twenty-two-years old, he's never gone past second base.
Okay—maybe he is.
Jaemin Na is there to fix that.
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“How are you enjoying the party?”
A change of subject seems like the best course of action, and Jeno is grateful when Jaemin’s ears perk up at being asked a question.
“Oh, it’s good,” he nods, “better now that you’re here.”
Choke. Spit. You know the deal.
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But then, he smells it.
No, he doesn’t just smell it, Jaemin becomes it, his skin nearly shedding at the full body shudder that engulfs him as he approaches the register like a man fucking possessed. Jaemin feels himself push a woman out of the way, a sound of grievance and upset coming from behind him, but he hardly hears it, completely gone from his own senses and driven by one thing alone: instinct.
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He still can’t trust Jaemin, or trust that this small relapse in his judgment is permission. Jeno’s alpha is screaming at him to listen, to know that Jaemin’s hands on him are earnest and honest, to give in to instinct. It would be so easy, it can be so easy, but the aftermath could be so very hard.
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This was really happening, and Jeno liked it and he wanted more. His eyes blinked against the warm yellow light that bled from Jaemin’s bedside lamp, painting everything in dreamy hues that only further convinced him that this was a dream.