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The thin, transparent glasses with colorless liquids with a wild alcohol aroma balance in the hands of the guests while they wait for the show to begin.
Through the windows on the sides of the room they can observe the beautiful starry night of Milan being overshadowed by the cameras of the paparazzi outside the event who hope to see something of the parade through those openings. They want to see him.
That young Korean boy with dark eyes and a sharp chin, thin and tall as a monument, squeezed by the silky black fabrics that cover him ineffectively, bare chest and the occasional mole covered by a light layer of concealer.
The cameras don’t stop shining when he finally appears, the glass of red wine accompanies his hand bare of rings, a small flirtatious smile and those eyes hide, with that mole under one of them being the new center of attention.
As sweet as a puppy and wild as a pitbull.
Or so the people closest to him thought.
His eyes stop on the boy with light brown hair who passes by him without even looking at him, of course he wouldn't, he was too focused on his work.
He leans over to offer another glass of wine to a young lady with green eyes who keeps smiling mischievously at him but he doesn't even flinch and that certainly draws the model's attention even more.
His phone vibrates like that of all the models that came to the room to enjoy the event until the beginning of the show and he forces himself to look at him one last time before leaving but the waiter has already left.
He says goodbye to the executive he is talking to and heads to the private area where he would later get dressed to do his job. Captivate viewers.
He is grateful for the delicate and elegant outfits that they give to him, he smiles satisfiedly in front of the large mirror in front of him and proceeds to head towards the catwalk where thousands of cameras focus only on him who dazzles like a star in a clear and boring sky.
Expressionless and mysterious, he attracts all the attention of both the public and his fellow models.
His long, slender legs shine under the outfits while his feet leave a mark on the road.
The parade ends with Maximilian Davis saying goodbye and pleasant music encourages them to continue with the celebration.
The models leave the room to continue their conversations and some simply leave to continue their work.
The puppy turned into a pitbull searches the room for that bunny that is waiting for him, he had seen him watching him delightedly in the audience, completely forgetting his job as a waiter, that this boy with pretty lips was the only one who looked at him without petulant and selfish eyes makes him want him even more.
He looked so pure that he just wanted to destroy him.
One look is enough to paralyze him, his eyes shine violently in his direction as if he were pleading with him. Jeno holds his waist gently while he leans over the tray of glasses and takes one from him, his eyes don’t take off and contrary to his silence they say it all.
The Adam's apple in his throat moves and his long dark eyelashes sway like fans, height makes no difference but Jeno's presence feels possessive to him, as black and heavy as a storm cloud.
He doesn't need a signal, he simply follows him with his back straight until they lose themselves at the door of some room in the Portrait where a dark-skinned man with black glasses gives them way.
His intertwined fingers vibrate under the touch of the other and the anxiety of the forbidden consumes him, making him laugh at the situation. The room is spacious and the dim lights mark their silhouettes on the walls as if it were a play.
Jeno sits on the edge of the bed, stretching Jaemin's thin fingers to pull him between his legs. Even from above he feels just as submissive before the boy's dark gaze, Jaemin lets out a heavy sigh when Jeno's fingers play with the dull buttons of his gray shirt until they come off completely, some of them fly when they’re torn off, falling in some unknown place in the room. His body trembles at the abruptness of his hands, the spasms make the model laugh and without thinking twice he kneels in front of him, caressing his bright reddish lips with the tip of his thumb.
“Are you going to do it?” He asks, bringing the caress to the base of his neck. Jaemin swallows and nods, hunched over, takes off his shirt with some force and sighs again, feeling the freshness of the room impacting his skin.
Jeno growls, feeling his cold hands rub against the sensitive areas of his body while he takes care of unzipping his pants. The bulge under his boxers is much bigger than he imagined but that doesn't stop him from devouring it, making the model emit wild grunts with every movement his tongue makes on the tip of his cock.
His eyelashes tighten and his eyebrows furrow due to the depth, Jeno's hands press the back of his head, making him take everything and as a result of this Jaemin separates, choking on a cough from the precum that tickles his throat.
Jeno's hands lift him up, feeling how light his body feels, he lays him down on the bed and slowly, without taking his eager eyes off of his, he begins to remove the clothes that do nothing but get in the way.
Pink knees, narrow waist, pale skin pearly with exciting sweat, Jeno licks his lips and lowers his pants completely until finally taking them off. Jaemin contemplates the entire situation from the bed while he feels his heart rate increase and sees his own chest inflate rapidly from his rapid breathing.
He closes his eyes, unconsciously biting his lip before the boy who begins to gently lean over him. His fingers make their way inside him and his lips capture the beautiful moans that begin to come out of Jaemin, his nails dig into the model's toned arms as he feels him enter more deeply and roughly.
"You're incredibly wet here..."
His fingers pretend to weave inside him expanding the walls of his hole, hot and dripping like a sauna, Jeno smiles watching his red cheeks and tight eyes, nibbled lips and a playful tongue that doesn't stop colliding with the inside of his cheeks.
“Lee Jeno…” he murmurs between sighs, drawing the attention of the aforementioned who turns in his direction, diverting his gaze from his eyes to his throbbing red lips. “I'm ready… Fuck… Just do it…” he begs, moving his hips against his hand.
“I will, baby.” The first lunge feels like a stab for Jaemin who screams, clutching his shoulders tightly, hides his head in his chest and whimpers feeling him forcefully enter him, however, he never asks him to stop, on the contrary, he begs him not to.
As soon as he feels him slow down his movements, he himself begins to move in his direction, feeding his lust until he feels tired and his muscles ask him to please take a break.
Jeno's hand settles around his cock, pulling him quickly as he meets the same rhythm with his hips, the moans become as loud as screams, his toes clench and his back arches before him. the ineffable excitement he feels. His face, ears, neck and chest burn like the flames of a campfire so unprotected that it hurts and nothing compares to the pain he feels with each attack of the black-haired man, a pain that makes him touch the sky with his fingers although he certainly cannot yet touch it in its entirety, rather it seems to graze it, scratch it with desperation.
His lips find Jeno's naked collarbones, kissing, licking and sucking that area of his body until it’s reddish like a peach, his eyes don’t stop observing him above him, losing his gaze in some area of his body as he moves back and forth continuing with the rough thrusts he gave him, the damp lock of sweat bouncing off his forehead, the transparent drop that trembles at the end of his jaw threatening to fall, his lips parted exhaling his sweet breath that at times reveals the mint fragrance of his cigarettes. A work of art, so precious that it burns, burns like hell because he’s wild, so much so that not a minimum of affection is reflected in his eyes, only desire, power, a black cloud of possession takes care of clouding his dark gaze.< /p>
“Jen… Jeno…” his sweetening words have no response, Jeno silences him with a kiss so raw that he feels his tears welling up in his eyes, giving him a strange sensation when the small drop walks across the warmth of his cheek. He squeezes his eyes shut and follows the kiss, follows the rhythm of his tongue and pulls away when the thrust makes him moan. He feels like an object and of course he is, he knew it from the first time his eyes connected, he refused to believe it until now, because his dark and lethal soul touched such a sensitive area of his heart. So much so as to make him feel like he would die.
Their wet lips make a disgusting noise when they separate, strings of saliva that are cut and tongues that want even more. Jaemin tightens his legs around Jeno's waist, pressing him even more against him, his eyes never stop looking at that confused expression on his face and the emotion he feels when he turns around with his back to the bed.
He squeezes Jaemin's legs, who, sitting on him, squeezes the fabric of his practically unbuttoned shirt and tears it off his body, leaving him completely naked for him, large pecs that shine pearly whites, dark pink nipples and a perfect marked abdomen beneath him. He bites his lip, tracing shapeless lines over his skin as he wiggles, feeling his cock touching the delicate spot inside him. He bends his back, moving faster, releasing juicy moans in his ear, making the model's eardrums vibrate, who does nothing but press him against him, desperate to see his face when he reaches orgasm.
The frown, the little moans and the exhausted breathing, it all feels like an addictive feast for the model.
He nibbles on the skin of his shoulders, Jeno's fingers squeeze his thighs while his hips move faster, following the intense rhythm of his breathing.
Jaemin smiles above him and Jeno delights in seeing the pearly sweat covering his abdomen, his hands run over his chest, his fingers caress his pink nipples, he wants to suck it, by god he wants to.
Jeno pushes his hips in time with Jaemin's movements, hitting that spot where the light-haired boy moans, squeezing his pecs. He feels so wet that his cock slides easily, he can hear splashes and the slap of their skins. Jaemin moans loudly leaning forward, he's about to come.
"Mmh... Jeno... I'm about to cum..." he moans and his ass clenches around Jeno's cock.
"Fuck... Baby..." Jeno's voice feels hoarse, his hands squeeze the skin of his waist and he presses his head against the mattress at the sensation of friction.
The movements speed up, Jaemin's nails dig into the skin of his chest, his voice is cut off and his throat hurts, he can't stop screaming his name, he whimpers when Jeno squeezes his butt intensifying his movements. His ass bounces on Jeno and when his release comes in sync he trembles on top of him finally falling onto his body. He sighs as he hears Jeno's faster heartbeat, and when he feels him shift beneath him he knows it.
Jeno leaves him on the bed and gets up, putting his pants back on, buttoning his shirt while looking at him destroyed on the bed, his body still naked, covered in sweat, he feels so humiliated.
"Are you leaving now...?" he asks and it feels almost like a plea.
Jeno laughs combing his hair, walking over to the bed and leaning down to comb Jaemin's wet bangs that are sticking to his forehead. “That's how it is baby…” and Jaemin is repulsed when he hears it, he feels hurt. He wraps himself in the sheets and watches him straighten up, his posture shows such indifference and selfishness that his admiration disappears almost instantly, he is definitely not what he imagined.
"You're a fucking pain in the ass." he laughs, stretching out on the bed. Jeno raises an eyebrow and looks at him carefully.
"Excuse me?"
One of Jaemin's legs flexes on the bed, exposing his butt when the sheet moves. "In your fucking life you are going to find someone who really loves you." He takes a cigarette from his shirt, puts it on his lips and lights it, resting his head on his arm. He looks at him from under his eyelashes. "It's a shame..." he pouts with his lips hiding a smile.
"Are you mad because I fucked you and now I'm leaving?" Jeno asks, smiling.
"Maybe... But..." Jaemin shrugs, letting smoke escape from his lips. Jeno bites his lip watching him.
"But what? Oh... Bunny... I didn't know it could hurt so much..." of course Jaemin knows that he's pretending to be worried, and he can't bear to see him approach the bed, he sits down next to him and caresses his bare leg. "Do you want another round?" He asks with a sly smile on his face.
"What are you talking about?" Jaemin rolls his eyes and gets out of bed, while he gets dressed Jeno's eyes don't leave his body. "You're alone Jeno, you always will be." he says, taking his shoes and walks away from the room. When the door closes behind him, Jeno's eyes fall to the floor and his gaze becomes clouded by the tears that gather at the corners of his eyes. He squeezes his head and unconsciously feels the trace of Jaemin's lips printed on his skin. He knows that, he always knew it but no one had the guts to tell him, and now that someone finally told him, it hurts like hell. Because he was always alone and that's how he will be all his life. Jeno let slip someone who might be different for him.