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“I’m horny!” Hobi yelled as soon as he walked into the practice room.
“Well, hello to you, too,” Namjoon chuckled.
“Don’t laugh,” Hobi pouted and dropped onto the mat next to Namjoon. “It’s been three days… do you hear me? THREE DAYS!”
“Oh no,” Namjoon gasped. “Three whole days since you got your dick wet? Whatever shall we do?” He rolled his eyes and picked up his book.
“It’s not just that,” Hobi sighed, ignoring the obvious sarcasm. “It’s been three whole days since I’ve been fucked. I’m starting to forget what it’s like.”
“What happened to the terror trio? Thought they were always ready, willing, and able to get you off.” Namjoon tried to focus on his book, but Hobi’s long, lean legs were a great distraction.”
“They got a week off and headed out to the beach. Didn’t even ask if I wanted to join them!”
“The nerve,” Namjoon huffed.
“I know, right?”
“What about hyungs? Aren’t they usually up for a good fuck?” Namjoon swallowed hard and shifted on the mat. “We still have two hours before we have our practice session. Hunt them down and have yourself a little roll to take the edge off.”
“They went out to eat,” Hobi whined and flopped back, starfishing on the mat. “I asked Jin hyung but he said he wasn’t about to end his buffet lunch to play with my horny ass.”
“Well that sucks,” Namjoon gritted out. “Don’t you have that treasure chest of toys?”
“I don’t wanna play alone! I want someone to touch me,” he ran a delicate hand up his stomach and circled his nipples, arching gently. “I want to feel the heat of someone’s skin on mine.” He moaned as he pinched his nipple.
“Well, shit,” Namjoon hissed under his breath. He sat there watching as Hobi ran his fingers up and down his chest and torso, slowly lifting his shirt each time. Namjoon’s book now sat forgotten next to him as the sight before him was so much more interesting. “Hobi, um, I think… I mean, you should maybe take this to your place.”
“Come with me?” Hobi asked, eyes still closed.
“You want me to take you to your place?”
“I want you to fuck me,” Hobi whispered. “I want you to fuck me up so I forget my name.”
“ME?” Namjoon squeaked. “We’ve never… I mean I’m not…” Hobi’s eyes shot open.
“You aren’t gay?” He looked horrified.
“No! I mean I’m bi, but that’s not-”
“You don’t find me attractive? Oh my god, I’m so stupid!” Hobi rolled onto his side, hiding his face.
“Stop, no, that’s not it. I mean, god, Hobi you are fucking sexy, that’s why.” Namjoon roared. “You deserve so much more than me.”
“Joonie,” Hobi gasped. “No, don’t say that.”
“It’s true,” Namjoon laughed bitterly. “Besides, the only reason you came to me was because everyone else was busy. I don’t need a pity fuck from any of you.”
“Oh god, Joonie, is that why…” Tears began to fall from his eyes. “Do you really think that?”
“You just told me as much,” Namjoon muttered. “The maknae are all on vacation, Hyungs are out eating. I’m the final choice. Just a warm body.”
“Look,” Hobi unlocked his phone and showed Namjoon a text thread. “I paid for the maknae to go on vacation, Hyungs are out on my dime. I wanted to make sure you couldn’t push me off on anyone else. You’ve always pushed me away. I’ve spent more than thirteen years flirting with you and trying to catch your attention, but you never wanted me. I figured that if I could get it through to you that I wanted you, maybe we could try something.”
“You wanted me?” Namjoon looked stunned.
“Fuck, Joon, we all do. Everyone has fucking tried to get you into bed. We figured if this didn’t work, then maybe you were ace or straight.”
Namjoon stared blankly at Hobi.
“You all want me?”
“Joonie,” Hobi scrambled over to Namjoon and climbed into his lap. “Joonie, god, how can I get you to understand just how fucking hot and sexy you are.” Slowly, Hobi wrapped his lithe arms around the larger man, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Namjoon shuddered at the light touch and his dick hardened.
“Why?” Namjoon choked out.
“You are so fucking talented, smart, hardworking,” each compliment punctuated with a small kiss on Namjoon’s face. Hobi’s waist was suddenly enclosed in Namjoon’s strong hands. “Joonie, everyone sees you like that. You are so fucking desirable.”
Before Hobi could say anything else, Namjoon pulled the smaller man close and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. Tears slipped from Hobi’s eyes, tears of joy. They deepened the kiss, and their hands began to roam.
“Wait,” Namjoon broke the kiss and took a deep breath. “Not here.”
“My place?” Hobi gasped.
“It’s the closest,” Namjoon laughed.
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The door had barely clicked closed when Namjoon slammed Hobi against it, kissing and sucking at his neck. Hobi moaned and gasped, clawing at Namjoon’s shoulders and back.
“You make the prettiest sounds,” Namjoon said into Hobi’s neck. “Let’s see what other noises you can make.” Namjoon gathered Hobi into his arms and carried him into the bedroom. He gently placed Hobi in the center of the king-sized bed. Without another word, Namjoon pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it on the floor, then he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Slowly, he pushed them down over his hips and let them drop to the floor. There, at the foot of the bed, Namjoon stood in his muscular glory, clad only in his boxer briefs. Hobi whimpered and reached out to the larger man. Like a lion stalking its prey, Namjoon crawled onto the bed until he was hovering over Hobi.
“Please, please tell me this is real. This isn’t some kind of joke, right?”
“Oh, Joonie,” Hobi stroked his face. “I’d love to know who hurt you. Joonie, I love you. I’m in love with you. We all want to be with you. Now and forever.” With that, Namjoon helped Hobi out of his clothes and lowered himself onto the slender dancer. Not many more words were exchanged that evening. Namjoon made love to Hobi, treating him like the most treasured thing in the world. Slowly taking him apart on his fingers, then his tongue, and finally on his engorged cock. Hobi felt as though he had ascended to a higher plane. The pleasure he felt with Namjoon was something he’d never dared imagine. Namjoon positioned his new lover in the most comfortable position possible before thrusting into him. Slow, deep, Namjoon’s cock hit places that made Hobi see stars.
“Yes, oh yes, just like-” Hobi choked before stiffening and cumming hard. He’d never orgasmed so hard. He whited out and went deaf for a moment. His body trembled, and his heart raced. He’d never get enough of Namjoon.
Namjoon kept thrusting through Hobi’s orgasm and felt his coming. The final thrust found him cumming hard into Hobi. The pulsing of his dick in Hobi was overwhelming. It took him longer than it should have to realize that the roaring and guttural sounds he heard were all coming from him. When his orgasm came to an end, he looked at the very exhausted Hobi lying in his arms.
Carefully, Namjoon slid out of Hobi and wobbled to the bathroom to get a basin full of hot water and a washcloth. He’d have to get Hobi cleaned up, because if there was one thing Namjoon knew was that Hobi hated going to bed dirty. He couldn’t shower the man; he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to walk the next day, but it had all been worth it.
Long after Namjoon had dressed Hobi in soft shorts and a loose shirt, he lay watching the dancer sleep. Watching his chest rise and fall with each deep breath. What would happen next? Would things change between them? Possibly, but odds were that things would change for the better.
“Love you,” Namjoon murmured before pressing a chaste kiss to Hobi’s forehead.
Hobi simply sighed and snuggled into Namjoon’s chest. Yes, things were definitely going to change for the better.