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At sometime around half twelve at night, Mark ventured downstairs to occupy himself as he was completely unable to sleep. The cicadas weren't as loud as they used to be, and the heat of the night was starting to fade with the changing of the seasons at long last. Silence had befallen the first floor of the complex, and the young male tapped along barefoot towards the communal kitchen area to grab a glass of water. The only reason he didn't want to enact this in his own apartment was because Jaemin was sleeping with him and he didn't wish to wake him.
As he passed the living area, he spotted a body passed out on the sofa. His eyes widened in a small amount of surprise before the identity was revealed to be Taeyong. Silly, the actor thought, crouching down beside him and checking his temperature with his hand to the older's cheek. There didn't appear to be any problems, so he shuffled over to the club chair, swiped the decorative blanket off it, and swung it over the landlord's figure.
There, he crouched once again and chuckled fondly to find him snuggling into the instant warmth. "Goodnight," Mark whispered, moving to stand up before his wrist was grabbed.
"Mark?"
"Mhm? Sorry Man, did I wake you?"
"Nah, it's fine. I must've fallen asleep during my little break."
"You're working too hard," the younger sighed dramatically and sat down on the couch by his legs. "Seriously, don't you get a day off or something?"
"Only when I can employ some staff to help me out here. Like a receptionist..." He trailed off, and by the tone of his voice it was apparent he had something more to say. "Actually Mark, there's something I've been wanting to tell you."
"Shoot."
"I know it feels like not much time has passed, but we've already come to the end of the five month agreement. Summer lasted forever this year, huh? Can't believe it's September..."
"How much time have we got?"
"I don't have an exact amount, but the locks on the doors and the first and second floors will be changed and up for rent soon. I can hold off for as long as you need, but I suppose I needed to tell you this as soon as possible."
Mark rubbed his face tiredly and sat with it in his hands as he contemplated. "That's crazy...five months gone. I'm gonna miss you."
"Believe me, I'll miss you lot as well. It's been an interesting experience, hasn't it?"
"This is my favourite so far. Of all the places we've run to in order to hide...this has been the best."
"I feel indirectly complimented, although..." he smirked and nudged his new friend's thigh with his foot, "Are you sure it's this place that you've liked so much, or a certain resident in it?"
"I'd be lying if I said he wasn't a huge factor. But he's not ours yet. I don't know what to do...It's been five months."
"I'm sure he'll come around~"
"I want some of that positivity." Mark finally stood up and tapped the man's leg, waving him goodnight and heading towards the kitchen for that water he'd wanted initially.
Chenle yawned sleepily and and traipsed over to the room across from his. Initially, he paused before going inside, glancing at the door directly next to his...but choosing to leave it. As much as he wanted to pester Renjun and smother him in kisses, he also had a lot of pent up need that he was certain he couldn't contain if in the boy's presence. So his strongest lover was probably the best bet in this particular case.
He'd been missing Jeno a lot lately, as their work had been clashing in recent weeks. He slipped into the male's room and glanced around the somewhat tidy space. Their apartments weren't well decorated, but that was to be expected when they only ever spent up to half a year in one place. A permanent arrangement sounded amazing and romantic...but the nature of Mark's job made that impossible, and even Jeno could get harassed on the streets when people took a closer look at his face. Shitty things happened to good people.
"Jen," he whispered quietly whilst edging into his bedroom. "Jen, are you in here?"
Shuffling from the mattress could be heard before a sea-deep morning voice croaked, "Is that Chenle? Or Hyuck?"
"Why would I be Hyuck?" He hissed playfully and pounced onto his unsuspecting body, gleefully straddling him and caging his head between his hands on the pillow.
"You both have higher voices. I'm tired as shit, okay?"
"Rude. Anyway," the young Chinese boy sighed, "I'm needy. Help me out."
"It's one..."
"Please~" he whined quietly and bounced a little to be annoying. His hips were on Jeno's, and he knew damn well what to do with them. "I always help you out when you feel frustrated. And it doesn't have to be rough, I just..." he leaned down to grace his lips over the older's, "I just feel neglected right now."
"Le..." Jeno hummed, meeting the chaste kiss halfway and pulling back. "You know how to manipulate people, don't you?"
"I don't deny being a bitch, Daddy. I own it."
He chuckled fondly and grabbed the purplette's hips, somewhat disappointed that he wasn't dressed in girl's clothing today but not that devastated. Chenle was hot no matter what he wore, and nobody could change his or his boyfriend's minds.
Slowly, the older started to forcefully grind the taller's ass against his clothed length, eliciting short, hot breaths as he tilted his head back to enjoy it. The purplette whimpered into the darkness at the sensation of it, needing way more than that. He liked to be teased though, and he helped the process by shifting his waist roughly to get the other hard.
"Shit," Jeno gushed hoarsely, covering his mouth with his palm and squeezing his eyes shut. He did not need the mocking tomorrow morning that the others always produced when a couple of them had been too loud. The younger boy pulled his boyfriend's sweats down along with the his underwear, sharply inhaling at the sight of it. Instinctively at this point he used his hand to ease him into this while sliding the fingers on his free one into his already relatively loose hole.
Their voices were quiet...low. They weren't planning anything miraculous or dream-worthy, but sometimes the plainest of intimacy can be the best. They hadn't done this together in what felt like forever, and Chenle was getting more excited at the thought of it. "Daddy, I love you..." he whined airlessly, throat constricted to withhold his sounds and fingers barely enough to bring him closer to any edge. "I-I've missed you."
"I've missed you too, Princess." He lightly ran his warm hands along Chenle's sides and admired the prominent curves he had. Unfortunately he'd been shaping himself through starvation and strange food products, but they'd been convincing him to steer away from those lately. He was inclined to listen.
"Do you..." the purplette moaned lightly and threw his head back when Jeno pushed his hips down suddenly and forced his own fingers deeper inside him. "D-Do you want me to ride you?"
"Not at this hour. C'mere," the older smiled ever so adoringly and tugged him down off his lap to rest his back against his chest on their sides. Chenle flinched when he felt the other's tip pressed to his entrance, and at least three fingers were shoved down his throat before the ravenette pushed inside him harshly.
"Hgnh! Mhghm!" He cried around the digits, throwing his arms up to feel the hard body behind him. One hand laced through Jeno's soft, dark hair while the other gripped his bicep to stay grounded. Saliva dribbled from the corners of his lips down the shorter's wrist, but neither cared at all.
"Gotta keep it quiet, Princess. You know what they're like."
Chenle almost wanted to let them hear. Or, more specifically, he wanted to wake Renjun up with this sinful voice of his. The leg that wasn't supported on the mattress was bent up at the knee as Jeno changed their position a little with his free hand, pounding into his lover harder now and still gagging him the same way.
"P-Pwease—" the younger moaned desperately, tongue tangled with the fingers and eyes rolling back in bliss. The ravenette kissed along his shoulder and smirked against the sweaty skin, finding his prostate it seemed as Le tightened around him with pitchier sounds. Taking this into account, he bit down hard on his neck and left a searing love mark there that would probably take a few weeks to heal. The teeth imprints were rough and the skin went so red it looked like it'd been burned.
"You're so hot," he whispered into his ear, going even harder and deeper until Chenle could barely even formulate thoughts anymore. He could see the life metaphorically leaving his body, and he knew his baby was close. The tightness, the expression...
It was only a matter of seconds before the Chinese boy was screaming around the fingers and snapping his hips forward to release over the sheets. Sparkling white under the moonlight beams glistened along his tummy, and not long after...down his thighs.
Jeno thrusted in once or twice more to ride through their highs before sliding out and panting heavily against the other's back. His lips never left Chenle's skin, constantly kissing it and adoring it as he hadn't had this chance in a long while.
Silence settled, and they almost mistook this moment as a signal for sleep until the younger sighed listlessly and twisted around to face his dominant partner. "Jen..."
"Mhm?"
"What's it like? Having sex with Renjun?"
"Chenle, go to sleep. Stop contemplating these things when they'll come a—"
"It's been nearly half a year. We're running out of time; I'm running out of time with him. I..." Devastation was blatantly apparent in his tone, and it took everything Jeno had not to wrap him in his arms more and shield him from that fear and concern.
"He's not going anywhere. I'm sure he'll agree soon."
"I love him. I really, really love him, Jen. I don't know what I'll do if he says no..."
"He won't."
"You don't know that—"
"He won't," the older insisted with more fervour than he'd even thought he meant. He wanted it to be true so badly that in his mind, it was a matter of days before they'd be a group of seven...not six.
"I hope you're right..."
Same, the ravenette sighed inwardly. Same.
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