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It's late. The majority of the staff has left and whoever remains is currently putting on their jackets and getting ready to head home.
They decide to stay back a little longer, run through the choreo once or twice more to be sure that everything is perfect. It's easier when it's just them too, when there's no pressure and no one's watching.
While everyone clears out, they lay on the blow up mattresses lined up on the side of the room. Namjoon somehow gets lucky and scores a bed to himself. On his left, Yoongi groans while Jungkook and Hoseok crowd his space and curl up on top of him. To his right, Jin has Taehyung pressed against his chest and Jimin lays at their feet.
This is nice, he thinks.
He finds himself sinking more comfortably into the mattress, listening to Jungkook's small huffing breaths and Taehyung's content sighs as Jin plays with his hair.
This right here, is his own definition of heaven.
Unconsciously, his right hand slides down his chest and rests just under the elastic of his waistband. It's warm, comfortable and familiar at the same time. He breathes out, in sync with one of Jungkook's exhales and closes his eyes. His dick twitches at the closeness of his hand, obviously growing against the outline of his sweats. He's not wearing underwear, he's more comfortable that way and he doesn't really care if anyone sees his dick swinging around while they practice.
He's worked hard enough to allow himself this small indulgence. His fingers come to wrap around his half-hard cock and he gives it a lazy tug. He's barely even thinking, his body on auto-pilot. That's how it always starts anyways. He takes his time bringing himself to a full erection, playing with different touches and occasionally letting out a soft groan when he does something he likes.
At one point he opens his eyes only to be met with Jungkook's hungry gaze, urging him to continue which is when he realizes what he's been doing. It's not the first time this happens, he's so comfortable around the rest of the boys that he lets himself slip too often. He readjusts himself so the head of his dick pokes out through the waistband of his sweats and resumes the teasing of his hand. Namjoon's always loved taking it slow, building up the anticipation and bringing himself back down a couple of times before reaching his climax.
He doesn't always get the time to indulge in edging but today, he's got all the time in the world. He smiles at Jungkook before closing his eyes again, pressing his palm down against himself. He moans, loud enough for everyone to hear and he can't see but he knows he's got them all watching now.
Good. He's going to give them a show.
Namjoon runs his thumb over the tip of his dick, pressing against it until he hisses in pleasure. His hips buck up slightly and he hears someone to his left groan. It's Hoseok, their voices have no secret for him anymore. He starts stroking himself lazily again, a small smirk on his face. He'd never ask for this out loud, would never have the courage to admit that he loves being watched like this but he does.
Namjoon's confidence reaches an all-time high when they do this. The rest of the boys know, they have to know how good this is for him. How when he performs, he tries to channel the same energy that runs through his veins when he's jerking off for them.
As if to confirm that they're all enjoying this and make sure he keeps going, Jimin goes /he's so hot/. He's not speaking to him, he knows Namjoon loves it when they talk about him like he's not there. Everyone else groans in agreement and Namjoon's hips buck again, fucking up into his fist.
"Ah," he moans through a bitten lip.
"Look at how much he loves it, being the center of attention like this," Jimin continues.
Namjoon twists his hand around his cock, speeding up at Jimin's words. He opens his eyes, turning his head to look at Jimin. He's sitting now, perched at the end of the mattress and his eyes are dark with lust. Namjoon vibrates with excitement.
He uses his free hand to push his shirt up, exposing his chest and stomach. He's been working out, he might as well show it off. Namjoon hears Jungkook gasp and then there's a short slap sound, against his wrist that resonates in the studio.
"You can't touch Kook," Hoseok says.
His voice is so deep and stern, it makes Namjoon's dick twitch in his hand. His body feels like he's going to burst into flames at any moment. Namjoon finally pushes his sweats down past his thighs, freeing his dick and giving everyone a full view.
"Finally," Jin says and Namjoon huffs out a throaty laugh, closing his eyes again as he starts stroking himself again.
He plants both feet into the mattress and arches his back, fucking up into his fist and whining helplessly. Next to him, he hears the sound of a zipper and he can't resist peeking. Hobi's got his hand in Jungkook's pants and he smirks at Namjoon.
Namjoon's entire body twitches and he squeezes at the base of his dick, slowing down when he feels the too familiar heat building up in the pit of his stomach.
"Fuck," he grunts as he waits for the feeling to subdue.
"Already so close Namjoon-ah?" Yoongi speaks up from behind Hobi and Jungkook.
"N-No," Namjoon stutters, shaking his head quickly. The flush on his cheek and chest give him away, so do the soft moans that fall past his lips with every exhale of his breath.
He picks up the pace of his hand again, building back up to his release again and he's doing good at not tipping past the point of no return. Until he hears Taehyung's high pitched moan. He nearly comes on the spot, drops both of his hands to the mattress and his hips fuck up into the air a couple of times. Namjoon whimpers, loud as he tries to hold off, his face scrunched up in concentration.
He miraculously manages not to come but he brings his hands to his thighs, knowing he's too sensitive to go for his cock yet. He keeps his eyes closed too, knows whatever's happening next to him will get him to tip over too fast. They're not playing fair. Namjoon tries to settle his breathing before anything else. He inhales sharply, takes his time to breathe out. His hands are still on his thighs, touching gently, teasing near his hard dick but not quite there.
He lets himself listen to the sounds surrounding him too. Taehyung's breathy moans, Jungkook's whimpers, the sound of someone else's hand driving then closer to their own release. He feels a sense of pride, knowing he's the one who's started all of this. He finally wraps his fingers around his length again, settling into a fast pace that makes him gasp in pleasure.
"Fuck, yes..." he moans, loving the way it echoes in the practice room.
It doesn't take long for him to get himself right back where he was, just minutes ago. He's panting as he fucks helplessly into his fist, his other hand fisted into his hair. He tugs, hard and cries out in pleasure, immediately removing his hand from his cock. His body trashes against the air mattress, making it bounce as he stops right before giving into the pleasure of his release.
"Please, please, please..." Namjoon begs, giving his hair another tug.
He's lost in his own pleasure, kind of forgetting about the rest of the world until he feels a hot splash against his arm. His body still shaking, he opens his eyes to see Hobi milking the last of Jungkook's orgasm.
Shit, that's hot. He did that. He doesn't miss the way Hobi's hips grind back into Yoongi's crotch either and it's all too much. Their eyes are all on him, their pleasure based on watching Namjoon. He feels a warm rush of confidence spread through his veins.
Namjoon runs his hand over his arm, gathering the splatter of Jungkook's come and spreads it over the head of his sensitive cock. He hisses in pleasure, head falling back.
"Holy shit," someone, Jin, mutters by his side.
He's not looking anymore but from the sounds Taehyung's making to his right, he must be coming all over Jin's hand. Namjoon smirks at the thought, using his hand to cover his cock with Jungkook's come before he starts the slow build up to his orgasm again. He's so sensitive, he barely needs to touch himself to get there. His voice gets higher as he begs, no one and everyone for release.
"Fuck, fuck, please," he whimpers, letting go of his cock to fuck up into nothing again.
He's shaking, his entire body vibrating as he tries to hold off his release. It /hurts/ but it hurts so good and Namjoon thinks if he can hold off for just a little longer, just a little bit more, it'll make it all worth it. He thinks he hears someone else grunt out that he's coming but he's too far gone to focus on anything other than the three words he's repeating to himself as a mantra: Do. Not. Come.
He grips both of his thighs, digging his fingers into his skin. He barely controls his hips anymore, pushing up and up again. His cock is red, pulsing and sticky. He feels a hand graze over his hair for a second and then another slap, the hand retracts quickly.
"Kook, I told you not to touch!" Hobi says again, nearly growling.
"S-sorry hyung," he whimpers and Namjoon has to breathe out shakily.
His voice is nearly enough to push him right over the line he's been trying not to cross.
Namjoon finally gathers enough control to get a hand around himself again and he grunts in pleasure. His cock is so sensitive, he barely needs any pressure to get himself to whimper again. He can't help the way he automatically fucks into his fist, quickly chasing after what he wants. Namjoon can feel the way his toes curl, body reacting to his every touch as he gets closer and closer to the point of no return.
He loses himself to it, to the heat that surrounds him and clouds his brain and when he's there, right about to tip over the edge he drops his hand to the mattress again. He's nearly crying now, eyes filling with tears as he keens. He contracts all of the muscles in body, trying so hard to hold off again and he begs, a series of strung out cries that he wants to come so bad.
And then he just can't anymore, his entire body jerks against the mattress as he topples over and gives into his climax. It hits him hard, his vision blurring and tears streaming down his face as he spills onto his stomach. He shakes with every spurt of come that splashes across his chest and he mutters a series of incoherent words. This may be the best orgasm Namjoon's ever had.
He's still twitching minutes later and he thinks maybe he may have blacked out a little bit because someone's cleaning him up with a wet cloth. Jin. Namjoon tries to say something but he's so tired, so sleepy and he can't keep his eyes open.
The last thing he hears before he lets himself give into the sleepyness is Jungkook's voice.
"Can I touch now Hyung?"
There's a small pause and then a comforting hand, pushing his sweaty bangs off his face and coaxing him to sleep.