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What Seokjin wanted, he got it. It was dark and hot, was it the crowd? Was it his fifth shot? It didn’t matter. He could see Namjoon five people across the bar, Seokjin could see the man was tired, or bored. Namjoon never enjoyed being in these kinds of places, but he had always been nice enough to accompany Seokjin when he wanted to go. As Namjoon took another shot, his eyes squinted in disgust. Namjoon was good with alcohol, Seokjin was even better. Seokjin took bought two glasses and glided towards Namjoon.
“Drunk already?” Seokjin asked as he shoved one of the glasses to Namjoon’s hand. Namjoon took it, and both automatically clinked and took their drinks down in one shot. “You’ll need to get at least three more of these to get me going, hyung,” Namjoon took their glasses away and put them on the bar. “You’re not dancing?” He asked Seokjin.
“Not in the mood, unless…” Seokjin paused as he slowly wiped his sticky fingers from drinks on Namjoon’s shirt, above his well-built chest (Goddammit, Joon, Seokjin cursed internally). Namjoon’s eyes followed Seokjin’s teasing hand before looking at the man’s face. Seokjin was smiling, sweet and evil at the same time. His eyes round and black, and the purple-green laser lights reflecting prettily in them. “Unless?” Namjoon fished for an answer. Seokjin leaned in and whispered onto Namjoon’s ears:
“Unless I danced with you,”
Namjoon turned his head towards Seokjin’s (very close) face, “You always make fun of my moves,” he answered, half confused and half sure about the current scenario. “All I remember is I moan to your moves, Joon” Seokjin replied as he brushed his nose on Namjoon’s cheek.
Oh, that dance, Namjoon thought. That dance he knew well. Namjoon could feel Seokjin’s breathing on his neck, and he became more conscious of Seokjin’s hand that was still on his chest. “Are you drunk?” Namjoon asked as he grabbed Seokjin’s waist with one hand. “No, just feeling really warm,” Seokjin’s chest was heaving heavily. “Your face is flushed,” Namjoon replied as he slowly stroked Seokjin’s face with his free hand. Namjoon was sure the flush wasn’t alcohol induced, but he commented anyway. Seokjin half-whined at the touch, but leaned in to feel more of Namjoon’s fingers. “Let’s get out of here, Joonie. I need fresh air.”
Without saying more Seokjin escaped from Namjoon’s hands and started his walk towards the exit. Namjoon followed behind, not trying to catch Seokjin. He was too distracted by the view that was Seokjin’s back, top to bottom. The blushing neck, the wide shoulders, thin waist, ass under those pants. When they got outside, the wind was a bit too chilly for their Saturday night outfits. It was still summer, but it was close to the end and the weather at night had become less friendly, although it was still more on the enjoyable side. As Seokjin breathed in the fresh cold weather, Namjoon stood beside him and lit a cigarette. One puff of smoke, two puffs.
“We’re not going back here. Quite sure they water down their drinks,” Seokjin said as he put his hand inside Namjoon’s jeans pocket as he searched for the pack of cigarettes and lighter. He fished out the pack, and put his hand again to look for the lighter. Namjoon was just staring at Seokjin’s hair. “It’s in the other pocket,” he finally said and Seokjin looked up at Namjoon before he took his hand out and searched in the other pocket. Namjoon could feel how Seokjin’s hands’ moves were too exaggerated for taking out the lighter. Namjoon smiled.
“You tease,” Namjoon said half giggling. “Hm?” Seokjin smiled and raised an eyebrow as if oblivious while he tried to lit his cigarette. Namjoon stared at Seokjin’s cushion-like lips around the cigarette. Pretty, he thought.
“What do you want to do after this,” Namjoon asked. Seokjin blew smoke to his side, not wanting to let the smoke collect in front of their faces. “What should we do?” Seokjin asked back.
“You hungry?” Namjoon dropped his cigarette and stepped on it.
“Nope,” Seokjin answered.
“You sleepy?”
“Not at all,” Seokjin answered again, now with a soft head shake.
“Would you get bored if we went back home? It’s just eleven,” Namjoon faced Seokjin as he took out the car keys from his back pocket.
“Depends,”
“On?”
“On whether you’re still up for dancing.”
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“Oh,..ah,” Seokjin moaned as he shoved his ass onto Namjoon’s face. Seokjin was on all fours with Namjoon under him. Namjoon was leaning a little on the pile of pillows so he had a good angle to finger and eat Seokjin’s ass. Namjoon was already switching from one to two then three fingers back and forth. When his fingers left, his tongue would lick, would dig into Seokjin’s flower. Namjoon had always been good to Seokjin, he loved doing this to Seokjin. He tasted good, he felt good. Seokjin was struggling to not shake as much, elbows sinking deeper into the mattress. Namjoon’s tongue drove him insane and unstable. He was the weakest like this.
Seokjin lowered his head only to see Namjoon’s hard and wet dick right in front of his face. He gave it a quick lick, making Namjoon jolt a little, moaning a little into his hole, consequently making Seokjin shiver from the sensation. Seokjin gave Namjoon another lick, and when Namjoon moaned louder, he took Namjoon’s dick with his hand and sucked softly on the tip, giving small pecks in between.
They were then moaning onto each other. Both struggled to focus in giving each other the best. Competitive, perhaps, their sucking and their licking both became more and more intense. Trying their best to give each other the most wonderful succ™ of their lives. “Aah, Namjoon,” Seokjin called for his boyfriend.
“Mmhh..,” Namjoon half moaned half responded. “Yes, baby” he added before he started to stroke Seokjin’s dick. “No…, don’t make me come yet, fuck me,” Seokjin could feel his sweat flowing down his back and neck. He was now just having his lips on Namjoon’s dick, too desperate to continue sucking.
Namjoon slid up and sat on his knees behind Seokjin and pushed the man’s back down. Naturally Seokjin laid his head on a side of his face as he lifted his ass high. “Ready?” Namjoon asked redundantly as he entered Seokjin at the same time.
“Ah, you’re so big, Joon”
“You’re so tight, Jin. So good,” Namjoon replied as he bottomed out. He started with an almost quick pace, making sure to make a good slapping noise every time he rammed back in, then pausing just to hear Seokjin’s gasp and scream and elongated moan. “So tight, Jinnie,” he said as he gave another hard thrust. And another. And another. All of them hitting Jin’s prostate.
“Oh fuck, yes,” Seokjin curse-moaned. “Namjoon…, Namjoon…!” he would call out every time Namjoon sent another blow to his sweet spot.
“Yes, scream my name, Jin. You sound so fucking good,” Namjoon requested as he increased the speed of his thrusts, and Seokjin following the rhythm, meeting Namjoon by pushing his ass back and let it bounce off from Namjoon’s aggressive thrusts. “Ah! Namjoon!”
Namjoon flipped Seokjin over, letting the man lay on his back, and immediately thrust back into him with the same pace. “Ah, fuck!” Namjoon moaned and proceeded to lift one of Seokjin’s legs to hang on his shoulder.
“Harder, harder!” Seokjin pleaded. And so Namjoon obeyed, he went harder, slowed down a bit, leaned down a bit. Namjoon knew how much Seokjin loved being fucked like a roller coaster. Slow, then fast, then super fast, then back to slow, and a sudden increase, the whole sequence in random. Going back and forth, just like that. Namjoon leaned in, letting Seokjin’s legs to circle his waist, and took the man’s lips for a heated kiss. Seokjin laid a hand on Namjoon’s neck, and the other reached for Namjoon’s shoulder blade. “You’re… so… hot, Jin,” Namjoon said in between his thrusts. Seokjin replied by kissing Namjoon back, moaning into the kiss and slid his tongue into Namjoon’s mouth. “Mmmhh,” Namjoon moaned back, his tongue responding Seokjin’s.
Again, Namjoon quickened his speed. Seokjin rolled his head back as his body arched. Namjoon took the chance to kiss Seokjin’s neck, marking the clear skin. Namjoon grabbed the side of Seokjin’s lifted chest, and slid his arm under to hold Seokjin’s body close to him. “Namjoon, I’m coming,”
“Me, too, Jin… ah, ah…”
And so they came together, Seokjin’s come landing on his stomach, a little bit on Namjoon, too. Namjoon came inside, breathed in Seokjin’s scent as he waited for his orgasm to calm. “God, you’re so good, Jinnie,” Namjoon half whispered onto Seokjin’s neck before slowly pulling out- not wanting to make Seokjin feel uncomfortable from oversensitivity. “You too, Joon,” Seokjin held Namjoon’s face, asking for a kiss, both moaning when their lips met.
“Let me clean you up,” Namjoon said as he purchased himself with his elbows and rolled off Seokjin, continuing to roll over the bed and dashed into the bathroom. Before he could walk back with the warm towel, Seokjin came in and jumped into the shower, motioning his hand for Namjoon to join in.
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“Fuck my ass is fucking sore,” Jin complained as he woke up and sat on the bed. Namjoon was already awake, looking into the wardrobe while having a toothbrush in his mouth. “Mo’ning,” he greeted Seokjin as he pulled out a shirt and threw it at Seokjin.
“Leh’ go fo’ brnch awhsayd,” Namjoon said as he walked back in to the bathroom. Without responding, Seokjin took the shirt and put it on. He then proceeded to stand up (very slowly), then lowered his body (very slowly) to grab his pants on the floor.
“You’re not wearing those pants for brunch, hyung. Your shorts are on the chair,” Namjoon took the pants from Seokjin’s hands, then kissed Seokjin on the cheek.
“You hungry?”
“Yeah,” Seokjin smiled.
“Love you,” Namjoon smiled as he gathered his stuff from the night stand.
“Love you, too” Seokjin replied as he back-hugged Namjoon.