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Writing is easy.
At least, in the beginning it is. Not for everyone, of course, but for Namjoon it was.
From a young age, he loved writing. He had such a wild imagination when it came to thinking of creative stories in school. He was good at all subjects, but creative writing was something that he was always so eager for because it was where he thrived. Even in his spare time, he would plan things out for a story. It came naturally to him.
When people asked him what he wanted to do when he was older, he said he wanted to write; he wanted to be an author. Some people supported him, others laughed in his face. But it didn't stop him from following his dream, he had the support of his friends and family, and that's what was important to him. That's how he ended up publishing a book at the age of twenty-two. Don't get him wrong, it took a long time to get everything just right and then he had to find the people who would be willing to publish it.
Once again, his family and friends helped him with that.
It received a lot of positive reviews, and he was so sure that it would help inspire him for another because with the way he left it, it was as if there was going to be a sequel. That was four years ago. He tried his damned hardest to get a book out during that time, but it was never good enough for him. Sure, other people might have liked it, but he didn't. He wanted his new work to be better than his last.
Well, that was one of the reasons. The other reason was that he wanted to try and come out his comfort zone a little, try something new –– and he decided to go with erotica because he always felt drawn to that. The problem was, he didn't know how to write it. He knew what he wanted to write, he just couldn't get it out on paper. Hell, it got to the point where he asked a friend for help.
Yoongi was one of his closest friends, he could tell him anything, and while he was still embarrassed to talk about it, Yoongi gave him some very good advice.
"Use your own experiences." He had said over a cup of coffee before he had to work; he would always make time for Namjoon, even if it meant being late. "A lot of people do it, they just change the names, some details. It's easy."
It is easy.
If you're not a virgin like Namjoon.
He is and he isn't. He's done...stuff, but he's never really gone all the way with someone. Himself? Oh yeah, that he's done plenty of times. But with someone else? No, he's never done that. The most he's done with someone is masturbate together or a blowjob, he's never actually had sex. Sure, watching porn kind of helps him get inspired, but it really just gets him more turned on than anything and he usually ends up jerking off, forgetting everything that had come to him for his book.
There were a few times where he just wanted to give up but he didn't because it was something he really wanted to do, and Yoongi kept encouraging him, so that definitely helped. But it didn't help enough because now he's here, on a forum so he can ask all sorts of questions about it, but of course, while staying anonymous. He doesn't need anyone to know he's struggling with this kind of stuff. The only problem is that a lot of people keep telling him to use his own experience or to watch porn, which he's done. Many times. The porn part, anyway.
If he had experience then he wouldn't be on the forum, would he?
It's already 2:14am and he's still looking through the replies to his post; again, most of which are saying 'use your own experience'. He's just about to give up when it pops up that he has a direct message from someone called 'demonfucker69' (and yes, he snorts at the name) and for a while, he just stares at it but he eventually decides to look. It's a simple message just saying, 'I can help you with your book', and then 'meet me at this location' with the address written underneath it.
Of course, it makes Namjoon curious but instead of replying, he first looks up the location and is surprised to see that it's somewhere he frequently goes whether to relax or to find some 'inspiration' for his book. Then he texts Yoongi, telling him about the message. Thankfully, Yoongi is usually awake at this time because he likes to finish up all of his work before going to bed, so not moments later, he's calling him.
"You're not actually thinking about doing this, are you?"
"Hello to you too, hyung."
Yoongi sighs. "Namjoon, listen. I know you're struggling with your new book, but you shouldn't meet strange people online."
"I agree," comes from somewhere else in Yoongi's apartment. Namjoon recognizes it as Seokjin; Yoongi's boyfriend. Namjoon's heart aches a little, always wishing he could have the same thing they have.
"It's easy for you to say," Namjoon mutters. "You're not the one writing a book. And even if you were, you could use your own experience like everyone is telling me to do."
"Oh, Namjoonie, we'd need more than one book if we were to do that."
Namjoon flushes at Seokjin's words, not saying anything mostly because Yoongi tells him to hold on, and he can hear him saying something, followed by Seokjin laughing and then a door closing. "Forget that." Yoongi says after a moment, clearly also flustered by Seokjin's words. "I know you really want to write this book, that you want to try something new with your work, but you should think about this."
"I have." He hasn't. "The address I was sent is a public place, somewhere I go often for, you know, inspiration. Plus, you and Seokjin-hyung can come with me if you really don't want me to be alone."
"...I guess. But––"
"You're always telling me I should try new things."
"Yeah, like eating mint chocolate ice cream, not meeting strangers who say they can help you write a sex book."
"Okay, first of all, I will never eat mint chocolate ice cream, it shouldn't even be a flavor." He grumbles, causing Yoongi to laugh. He's always found Namjoon's hatred for the ice cream a little funny. "Second of all, I'm an adult, I can handle this. Besides... if anything goes wrong, you guys will be there to step in. I'm not going to know anything if I don't try."
There's silence between the two of them for a couple of minutes before Yoongi sighs in a way that Namjoon knows he's given up and will let him go along with it. But he also knows that the only reason Yoongi agrees is because he'll be there with Seokjin should something happen.
The club he goes to the next day is somewhere he feels...comfortable, what with him being a 'regular' there.
It's where he's met a few of his 'flings'. So even if he doesn't get any tips from this stranger (if he finds them), maybe he can find someone else that will help him. However, he does feel a little out of place tonight. Almost everyone has some kind of accessory or costume since it's just a few days away from Halloween, even Yoongi and Seokjin have something. But he doesn't. It's not that he didn't want to, it's just that he was so focused on his book that he forgot completely about the upcoming holiday.
"So," Seokjin starts when they're sitting at their booth after getting their drinks. "What does this person look like?"
Namjoon blinks at the question, then smiles sheepishly, but both Seokjin and Yoongi have known him long enough to know what that means.
"You didn't ask."
"Well, I––"
"Namjoon, how could you forget to ask?" Seokjin berates him a little. "You could even asked for their name! How are we supposed to find someone when we don't know what they look like or their name?" He's right, of course, but that hadn't been going through Namjoon's mind by the time he got off the phone with Yoongi.
Even if he doesn't find the person, he can always just have a nice time with Seokjin and Yoongi. That's not so bad. Or it wouldn't be if they hadn't decided to play a little game of 'who sent the message'. They keep scanning around the club, first admiring the many Halloween decorations that's hanging around, and then pointing out people they think could have sent the message to Namjoon. Despite that he's sitting right across from them. Then again, he would take that over them heatedly making out... which is something they also end up doing anyway after having a few shots.
He loves spending time with them, he just hates being the third wheel.
So as soon as they start doing that, he takes that as his cue to slide out of the booth and heads on over to the bar, ordering himself a beer. He's only there for a minute or so before someone starts talking to him. "I see your friends can't keep their hands off each other either."
Namjoon looks at the stranger, then over to where he nods, seeing two strangers; one practically in the other's lap. It must be his friends. He offers a sympathetic smile to the guy, then takes a long sip of his beer when it's placed in front of him. He's going to have to get a little more alcohol in his system if he wants to talk to good looking guys; another problem he encounters when coming here. He's just really shy.
Unfortunately, the stranger doesn't know this, and continues to talk.
"Did you come here with someone or is that why you're here?"
"O-oh, um." Namjoon flushes, clearing his throat. "Actually, I was supposed to meet someone here."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. But I'm an idiot and didn't ask the person what they looked like."
The stranger stares at him in confusion, fingers tapping the side of his own glass that's filled with wine. "Wait," he finally lets out a small laugh. "How do you make plans to meet someone and not ask what they look like?"
Namjoon blushes more, taking a big swig of his beer and then turns to face the other because it's rude if he doesn't. He doesn't want to be rude. That's his first mistake of the night because holy shit, this guy is hot. His hair is red, from what he can see in the lights of the club. He's even dressed the part for Halloween with demon horns resting atop his head. His shirt is loose, which is the complete opposite of his pants that are so skin-tight that if Namjoon were to look a little lower, he would see a very clear outline of his dick. So he tries to keep his eyes on his face.
That's his second mistake.
Because despite how he's dressed, he's got the kindest smile that Namjoon has ever seen, he tries not to stare at his lips too much. He's caught regardless and he clears his throat to continue. "Well––"
"Hoseok."
"Namjoon."
"Pretty."
Namjoon swears his face is burning at this point, but he starts talking again. "Well, Hoseok, if you really want to know, I'm writing a new book and this person said they could help me. But I was just happy to get help that I hadn't heard before, you know?"
"What kind of book are you writing?"
The question should have been expected, honestly. He set himself up for it. But it still takes Namjoon by surprise and he instead stares down at the glass of beer in his hand because he's too embarrassed as he mutters, "Erotica." He thinks he hasn't been heard since there's no reply, and the music is loud anyway so it wouldn't be a surprise, but when he lifts his head, Hoseok is staring at him with a knowing smirk.
"So you came here to get help."
"D-don't say it like that."
Hoseok laughs at how flustered Namjoon gets, and Namjoon feels a heat wash over his entire body at how good he sounds when he laughs. He could listen to it all the time. He can't quite put his finger on it but he feels close to Hoseok, which is stupid considering they've just met. But it's more strange that he can feel this way with a stranger and not feel this way with a friend he's known for years.
There's just something about him.
"Well, Namjoon––" He says his name normally, but for some reason it makes heat pool in the pit of Namjoon's stomach. He shifts a little in the stool. "––I don't mind keeping you company until your, ahem, friend shows up. Who knows, maybe I could give you some tips in the end."
They both laugh it off, but there's no denying that it makes Namjoon's heart thud in his chest.
Of course, neither of them are surprised when the stranger doesn't actually turn up. After a while, Namjoon doesn't really care, he's more than happy to sit there and chat with Hoseok. They do drink more. Not enough to get them absolutely wasted, enough to get them tipsy. At least enough for Namjoon to stumble a little when he stands up. The only reason he doesn't fall is because Hoseok is quick on his feet and grabs him. The problem was that after Namjoon thanks him, he realizes his hands are flush against Hoseok's chest and they're so close to each other that he can practically feel Hoseok's breath on his cheeks.
"S-sorry," he says quickly, pulling away from him. "I was–– um–– d'you wanna meet my friends?"
"Oh, I don't know. Don't you think it's too quick in our relationship?"
"Shut up." Namjoon huffs at the joke, but he still grabs Hoseok's hand (after a lot of hesitance) so that he doesn't lose him in the sea of bodies while walking back to the booth where he last saw Yoongi and Seokjin. Thankfully, they're still there, and they're no longer making out. But if the light catches them just right, Namjoon can see their necks are littered with bites and Seokjin's shirt is definitely more open that it originally was.
He's not going to judge them.
"Joon-ah," Yoongi smiles at him, "We were wondering when you were going to come back to us."
"You were both...busy. And then I got talking to Hoseok."
He motions to Hoseok, who gives a small wave and smile to them, and for some reason it becomes incredibly awkward. They're all quiet until Hoseok finally speaks up, offering to get drinks for the table and after getting their orders, he walks off.
"...god, he's got such a perfect ass."
"Fuck––!" Namjoon hisses in pain, hitting his leg off the table as he slides more into the booth, Seokjin's comment clearly took him by surprise. He's so embarrassed, he once again feels like he's burning. "H-hyung, why would you say that? Especially when Yoongi––"
"He's got a point." Yoongi chimes in, swirling around the remaining dregs in his glass before looking at Namjoon because he can feel him staring at him in surprise. He shrugs. "'m just saying, if he was open to a threesome, I'd ask him in a heartbeat."
"Oh, definitely. And did you see––"
Namjoon is still too embarrassed to say anything, and even if he wasn't, what would he say? However, he does feel kind of at ease to know that he's not the only one having those thoughts about Hoseok. When they were talking at the bar, Namjoon had to stop his mind from wandering, but he just narrowed it down to the fact that he's horny. So very, very...very horny. He already knows that Seokjin and Yoongi are pretty much always horny, despite the fact the many times he tries not to think about it. But at least they have each other.
Namjoon only has himself. And, of course, a collection of toys but he can only get so much out of them. It's never enough. But god, he would give anything to be able to get more, to go further with someone instead of just having to settle for half-assed handjobs and blowjobs that involve way too much teeth.
"Lost in thought?"
Hoseok's voice in his ear not only startles him, but it also makes blood rush to his dick and he squeezes his thighs together a little. He thanks him for the drink, curling his fingers around the glass and taking a sip. He's too embarrassed from Yoongi and Seokjin's conversation and his own thoughts to say anything, so he just keeps his head down. Hoseok doesn't seem to mind talking though, trying to make things less awkward by asking the other two how long they've been together and how they met.
He seems genuinely curious about them, and they're happy to share stories with him.
They're talking for at least thirty minutes before Hoseok suddenly interrupts them. "Sorry, I'd love to hear more, but I love this song." He turns to Namjoon, sliding out of the booth and holding out his hand. "Come dance with me?"
Namjoon gets flustered by the sudden question, looking at Hoseok and then to Yoongi and Seokjin, who are both giving him a look. If you don't, we will, that's what that look means. He turns back to Hoseok. "S-sure–– yeah."
"We'll come too!" Seokjin says, and even though Hoseok is already pulling Namjoon towards the dance floor, he can hear Yoongi groan to Seokjin that he doesn't want to, followed by Seokjin trying to convince him. Hoseok's laughter tells him that he hears it too, and Namjoon would love nothing more than to think about how nice that sounds, he isn't able to because his brain is immediately thinking of the fact that Hoseok's hands are on his hips.
He's kind of thankful for it because with Hoseok's hands on his hips as guidance, he won't really make a fool of himself. But at the same time, it's been a while since he's been touched and all he can think about is that Hoseok's hands fit nicely on his hips and he would give him anything to move them closer to where he wants to be touched. He swears he isn't trying to think these things, but it just keeps happening, there's something about Hoseok.
Hell, he even thinks avoiding his gaze will help, but not even five minutes later, Hoseok is moving a hand away from his hip and tilting his chin up to look at him. "Why do you keep looking away from me?"
"I–– It's not––" He's having a little trouble focusing with Hoseok's hand on his face, so he's once again thankful that his hand returns to his hip. While he would love to look away from his piercing eyes, he forces himself to look at him. "S-sorry. It's just been a while," he hopes Hoseok would understand, but he's raising an eyebrow, so he continues. "Since I've been this...c-close to someone."
"Ah. Well you don't have to worry, I don't bite." Hoseok offers a smile, but there's something hiding behind it. "Unless you want me to."
Namjoon stumbles over his own feet at the words, almost standing on Hoseok's feet too and he quickly apologizes. But Hoseok just keeps a tight grip on his hips, helping him regain his balance and standing so fucking close to him that it makes Namjoon's head swim with so many thoughts.
There he goes, laughing again, and Namjoon swallows down a whine.
"Sorry, I'll stop teasing you, it's just cute how flustered you get. But you should know, I am enjoying myself. Spending time with you, I mean."
"Y-you are?"
Hoseok nods, fingers curling around Namjoon's hips just a little tighter as he starts to guide them to sway in time with his own. He doesn't say anything else, which is fine by Namjoon; he can tell from the way Hoseok is smiling and holding him closer that he was being sincere when he said he was enjoying himself. He happens to glance over to where Seokjin and Yoongi are, not really all that surprised to see them already watching him.
He is, however, surprised when they both make a motion with their hand, urging him to continue what he was doing. To continue talking. To get somewhere with him. God, he wants to, he really does. He just doesn't know how to go about it. He's still just too shy.
When he turns back to Hoseok, he happens to be looking away from him and before Namjoon can think of anything to say, Hoseok turns back to him and catches him staring. Namjoon forces himself to not look away while Hoseok instead forces himself not to tease Namjoon about staring.
"...I-I like your horns."
"My horns? Oh!" Hoseok grins, bringing a hand up to touch the horns on his head and then his eyes light up as he gets an idea. He's pulling away from Namjoon completely –– and Namjoon tries not to look too disappointed –– but it's only so he can take the horns off of his own head and place them atop Namjoon's. If Namjoon's face wasn't red before this, then it definitely is now. Especially when Hoseok takes that chance to brush some hair away from Namjoon's face, his touch so gentle that it sends a shiver down Namjoon's spine. He leans just that little bit closer, heart thudding in his chest, waiting for Hoseok's lips to press against his.
Except they don't.
Hoseok, the tease that he is, merely brushes his lips against Namjoon's and Namjoon's fingers curl into his shirt, unaware of when he had grabbed it. Namjoon can't take the teasing, the dancing around each other, so when Hoseok tries to pull away, he doesn't let him. Instead, he pulls him closer and firmly presses his lips to Hoseok's. He swears he hears Yoongi and Seokjin cheering off to the side, but the chooses to ignore it.
He keeps kissing Hoseok, lips sliding together like they're a perfect match, and Namjoon doesn't want to pull away. Not even when he has to catch his breath. Unfortunately, Hoseok does it for him, and Namjoon takes some pride in seeing he's breathless too.
"Can I tell you a secret?" Hoseok suddenly asks, pressing more chaste kisses to Namjoon's lips between his words. Namjoon simply hums his response. "I've been wanting to do that since I saw you walk in here tonight."
There's that heat in the pit of his stomach again, now knowing that Hoseok had been watching him since before he walked over to the bar. His dick twitches in his pants and he darts his tongue out to wet his suddenly dry lips. "Well," he tilts his head a little to give Hoseok more room when he makes his way down to his neck. "I have a secret too. But I... I think you're really hot."
"...I'm not sure that's much of a secret." Hoseok chuckles against his skin, his breath hot and it tickles again, but Namjoon likes it. What he likes even more is the way Hoseok kisses his way along his jawline and to his ear with the occasional nip to his skin. "But since we're sharing more secrets," he pauses, probably for dramatic effect, and then continues. "I'm not exactly who you think I am."
The words take a second to process in Namjoon's mind because he's more focused on Hoseok's lips, but when he does, he pulls away just the slightest and huffs out a laugh. "What do you mean by that? Are you gonna tell me that you're the person who messaged me?"
Hoseok doesn't say anything, and Namjoon suddenly feels very embarrassed. More than he's felt all night. Oh God. All night he had been sitting with the person who messaged him, while thinking that same person was going to turn up. He doesn't really know what to say, but Hoseok gently grabs his face in his hands to get him to look at him. "However, that's not what I was talking about –– not the only thing, anyway." He moves one hand up to fix the slanted demon horns on Namjoon's head, humming. "I'm a demon, Namjoon."
"A demon?"
"A sex demon, more specifically."
Namjoon can only stare at him, thinking that it's some kind of joke, but Hoseok is completely serious from the look on his face. He's not sure what to say. What is he even supposed to say in a situation like this? Sure, a part of him believed that there were other things beyond the human world, but he didn't think it would actually be true, let alone having a demon standing in front of him. A sex demon. A sex demon.
"S-so when you said you could help with the book––"
"Exactly." He nods, though he can still tell that Namjoon doesn't exactly believe him quite yet, so he makes his eyes flicker to their usual red and when knows Namjoon sees it (because he startles), he grins, and this time his fangs are very clear. Of course Namjoon can't deny that he's a little afraid, but he's also kind of even more turned on. "But," Hoseok continues. "I need your consent, your permission, before I even think of doing anything more than kissing."
Namjoon's head is once again swimming with thoughts, trying to unscramble them so he can make some sense. He doesn't think when he brings a hand up and touches Hoseok's lips, fingers brushing along his fangs as if to make sure they're real. Which they are. "But I––" He swallows, his clothes suddenly feeling too hot for him. "I mean, I do w-want it but... I'm not–– I haven't––"
There's a moment where Namjoon thinks Hoseok isn't going to understand what he's trying to say, but he sees in his eyes when it clicks and he swears Hoseok looks feral, like he just wants to devour Namjoon. He pulls him in for another kiss, much more heated this time, more...desperate, a little more sloppy on Namjoon's part because he was taken by surprise.
"Namjoon." Hoseok forces out between kisses, and Namjoon still thinks his name sounds good coming from him. "Namjoon, fuck, I need–– need you to give me your permission."
"I––"
"I'll give you everything you've ever wanted." Their bodies are pressing so close together now, and Namjoon doesn't even bother to swallow the whine this time. Fuck. Everything he's ever wanted. That... That sounds good, he wants that. Wants Hoseok. He'll take anything from him at this point, he just wants him, demon or not.
"Hoseok, I'm–– ah, shit," he hisses when Hoseok ducks his head to nose and bite at his neck. Fuck it. He wants this, and so does Hoseok. "Y-you have my permission. My consent. You can do whatever, give me everything. Please."
Honestly the next thirty to forty minutes are a blur to him.
He doesn't remember leaving the club, he doesn't remember getting in a taxi and going back to his place –– though what he does remember from it is the lips and teeth on skin, Hoseok's hands pulling at his clothes, eager. It all happens too quickly for his liking. He only realizes he's in his apartment when he's being pressed up against his door while he tries to punch in the code.
It takes a couple of tries but he eventually manages it, and they both stumble into the hallway of his apartment. Hoseok's hands never leave him, nor do his lips as he kisses along his throat, making a happy little noise when Namjoon hisses as his back hits against the wall.
"A-ah fuck." He breaths out, hands at his sides because he's not too sure what to do with them just yet. "Are all d-demons this needy?"
That gets Hoseok to pull away from him, eyebrow raised and a smirk playing on his lips. "Namjoon, I'm a sex demon. It's what we live on."
Oh that's right. He forgot about that, and it makes him flustered.
They stare at each other for a moment before he pushes himself off of the wall, and when Hoseok looks at him, confused, he speaks. "If we're going to do...anything, I'm not doing it here." It's said with a small pout and honestly, Hoseok gets distracted watching Namjoon's ass as he walks away that it takes him a minute to realize he's supposed to follow him. God, he's got such a wonderful ass.
When he walks into the bedroom, Namjoon is on the bed, doing his best to seem confident, but Hoseok can feel just how nervous he is. "You don't have to be nervous." He smiles, that same comforting smile Namjoon loved seeing all night. "I won't hurt you, but I want you to make me a promise."
"W-what?"
"Always be vocal." It's said in a way that sends blood rushing to Namjoon's dick and he swallows hard as Hoseok climbs his way onto the bed, nimble fingers beginning to unbutton his shirt. "Never hold back. Tell me when it's good. Tell me if it's bad. Tell me what you feel."
"But I––"
"Promise me."
Namjoon nods, but then quickly says 'I promise', though it does come out a little shaky when Hoseok pushes open his shirt and runs his hands over his chest. It feels good to have hands on his chest that aren't his own. Fingers ghosting over his nipples and sending a shiver down his spine. Those same fingers sliding down his sides, to his hips, then back up as he memorizes every little dip of his body, every little curve.
Every little spot that makes him moan.
Hoseok's lips are once again on his, though not for as long as he would like them to be as he's soon working his way down to his throat, sucking and biting on the skin there to leave as many marks as he can. Then he's doing the same to his chest, especially near his nipples, and he's absolutely thrilled at the way Namjoon keens when he does that.
"Good?"
"Y-yeah, good." Namjoon says quickly, nodding as he opens his eyes to glance down to Hoseok. He's kissing further down his torso now, the kisses wet with the occasional bite to his skin to send a jolt of pleasure through him. Then he's moving back up while his hands slide down, working at the button on his jeans.
"W-wait. Wait. Hoseok, I––"
The way Hoseok looks at him, the way he scans his face to make sure everything is okay, it makes Namjoon's heart flutter. He smiles sheepishly. "I just... I don't want to be the only one naked."
"Oh." Hoseok huffs out a laugh. "Well, I'm glad you said so."
Namjoon only watches as Hoseok pushes himself off the bed, first removing his shirt and letting it drop to the floor, and Namjoon is caught up in eyeing over Hoseok's torso that it takes him a moment to realize he's taking off his pants. He sits up a little, mouth watering at the sight of Hoseok's dick straining against his boxers.
Then they're gone, dropped to the floor with his pants, and Namjoon wants to touch him so badly. He wants to taste him –– fucking hell, he really wants to taste him. Yes, he has a small mouth so he probably wouldn't be able to take much of Hoseok in, but he'd try his fucking best.
There's a gentle tap on his thigh, pulling him from his thoughts, and he knows what Hoseok means. He flushes, raising his hips and helping Hoseok remove his jeans. They join the rest of the clothes on the floor, as does his shirt when he sits up to take it off completely. But his boxers are just simply pulled down to his thighs, enough to free his cock and he whines as the cold air hits his skin.
"You're already so hard, you were waiting for this, huh?"
"I-it's your fault," he mutters as Hoseok starts to kiss at his neck again, fingers dancing along his inner thighs before eventually wrapping around his dick. "God–– l-looking so hot and wearing pants like that."
"So you've been thinking about it since then?"
Namjoon is embarrassed enough, so he chooses not to answer that, even though Hoseok already knows the answer. As he works his way down Namjoon's body once more, he makes sure to pay extra attention to his nipples, feeling Namjoon throbbing in his hand. He wants to tease him desperately, god he really does. But he also feels like if he teases him too much, the night will be over far too quickly.
He doesn't want that, and he's sure Namjoon doesn't either.
Namjoon's soft, stuttering breaths reach his ears as he gets further down to his hips, lips merely brushing against the skin but it's enough to get Namjoon worked up. He glances up to him, only to find Namjoon already watching him.
"Enjoying the view?"
"Y-yeah." He nods, and he wants to say more, wants to tell Hoseok he looks pretty and that he feels good because he made a promise to do so, to be vocal. But that's when Hoseok decides to finally start stroking his cock and his words die on his tongue, being replaced with soft moans and gasps. "Oh f-fuck, yeah."
"Such a good boy. And so pretty."
Namjoon chokes on a moan at the praise. He enjoys watching porn videos or listening to audios where someone is being praised, but he's never actually had someone praise him before. Not during such an intimate moment anyway, and Hoseok is absolutely going to abuse the fuck out of his praise kink.
"Tell me what you want."
He tries to, he really does, but Hoseok is swiping his thumb over the head of his cock, applying just a little pressure there, which causes him to jerk his hips upwards. So he stops.
"Tell me what you want, baby."
"Y-you–– mouth–– my dick––" He's having way too much trouble speaking to make any sense, but he still gets his point across because Hoseok again praises him for telling him, then shuffles down the bed just a little more so he can press his lips to the tip of Namjoon's cock.
Hoseok does his best to take his time, to not rush things, but he can feel the pleasure emanating from Namjoon and it's only pushing him more and more. It's really what he lives for. So can he really be blamed when he wraps his lips around him and takes him into his mouth. And that would've been enough for Namjoon. But oh no. Hoseok keeps going. He takes him further, takes him down his throat bit by bit, and Namjoon's hands fly to his hair as he moans loud.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck fuck fuck.
Yes, he's given blowjobs and he's had them too, but nothing like this. Holy shit, absolutely nothing like this. The noises Hoseok's making are so obscene, so wet, and every time he pulls off of him, it's with a 'pop'. He never has enough time to catch his breath because then Hoseok is taking him back into his mouth. Sometimes he doesn't go all the way, just so he can stroke whatever his mouth isn't touching, his other hand gripping at his thigh, digging into skin, knowing that bruises will appear there tomorrow.
The room is feeling far too hot for Namjoon all of a sudden, his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat. He's finding it a little hard to breathe, but he's still able to force out high and needy moans, desperate pleas of more, breathy whispers of Hoseok's name. He starts to feel that all too familiar heat pooling in his gut and he grabs at Hoseok's hair tighter.
"W-wait–– wait, fuck. Please. P-please, Hoseok, I can't––"
Hoseok pulls off of him with another wet pop, looking up at Namjoon while pressing a kiss to the head of his dick, pre-cum smearing across his lips. "Y-you okay?"
"D-definitely." Namjoon nods, letting out a small laugh because he can't believe Hoseok is asking him that. "G-god yeah. But I just... If you keep going, I'm going to come and I," he pauses, suddenly embarrassed again. "I d-don't want to just yet. I wanna wait."
"Yeah?" He grins, moving back up his body to give him a kiss, and Namjoon can taste himself but he doesn't really care. "Do you think you'll be able to last while I prep you?"
No. He doesn't think he will. But now that Hoseok's mentioned it, all he can think about is having his fingers buried deep inside of him. He shifts, squeezing his thighs together and shaking his head. "N-no, just give me a couple of minutes. Please."
"Of course, baby."
Namjoon whines at the pet-name again, but accepts every kiss that Hoseok plants on his lips. He wants more of them, he'd let Hoseok kiss him until his lips were swollen and raw. Then some more.
"So," Hoseok starts. "You're a virgin, huh?"
"...yes and no."
"Oh?"
"I mean, I haven't actually had sex with anyone but I have...toys and stuff that I use." He thinks he should be embarrassed when he admits that, but instead he feels confident. Mostly because Hoseok mutters a soft 'fuck', his hand reaching down to grab at his own dick, giving it a squeeze because just like Namjoon, he's also achingly hard.
But his main thing right now is to focus on Namjoon. To give Namjoon all the pleasure he wants. All the pleasure he needs. That's all Hoseok wants.
They keep exchanging kisses, starting soft but once again getting a little more desperate for both of them when Namjoon replaces Hoseok's hand on his dick and starts jerking him slowly. He's good with his hands, he knows he's good with his hands, but he definitely likes hearing it come from Hoseok's lips between kisses. Over and over again he says it, praises him, and that... That is what Namjoon is living for right now.
Eventually he pulls his hand away, even though he loves how hot and heavy Hoseok's dick feels in his hand. But he's ready for more. He's nervous, yes, but he's ready, so he reaches over into his nightstand to grab some lube and a condom. He can't help but squirm when Hoseok presses a kiss behind his ear; a place where he's apparently ticklish.
"Cute." Hoseok grins, taking the lube from Namjoon and popping open the cap. He pours a generous amount onto his hand, enough to coat his fingers with and while he's doing that, Namjoon settles back against the pillows, spreading his legs just a little more when Hoseok places a hand on his thigh. His other hand goes between his legs, fingers brushing over his hole, circling the rim to get him used to the feeling.
He likes to think he gets used to it quick, but really he's just eager. So he's very thankful when Hoseok presses a single digit past the rim, soon followed by a second as he presses them just a little deeper, making scissoring motions as he does so. "How many fingers can you take?" He suddenly asks, and Namjoon is so focused on said fingers that it takes him a little while to answer.
"D-depends on what–– fuck, what t-toy I'm going to use."
Hoseok hums, soon sliding a third finger alongside the first two as he starts to thrust them in and out of him at a steady pace. "And, tell me, what's the biggest toy size you have? The biggest size you've used?"
It's a valid question, a good question, but that doesn't mean it makes Namjoon any less embarrassed. He tries to ignore it, to instead just focus on how fucking good it feels to have Hoseok's fingers pressing deeper into him, curling towards themselves at just the perfect angle, which he knows he's found when Namjoon moans loud and begs him to keep going.
"Namjoon. I think you should answer me, unless you want me to stop––"
"N-no, don't stop!" He says desperately, rushed. He tries to catch his breath, to collect his thoughts, then he mutters. "...e-eight inches, working my way up."
Hoseok doesn't say anything, but when Namjoon looks at him, he's got that feral look in his eyes again. "Yeah?" He whispers, tongue darting out to wet his lips, fucking Namjoon just a little harder with his fingers. "What a dirty little virgin you are. You like to feel full, huh? Bet you can't wait for the real thing; for me to fuck you? To make you feel full in a way your toys can't."
Dirty talk. Another weakness of Namjoon's.
He wants to say something because he knows that's also what Hoseok wants, he wants him to use his words, but God, all he can do is nod dumbly like he's some kind of cock-starved slut. He supposes, in some kind of way, that he is. Hoseok keeps talking and Namjoon isn't really sure what he's saying exactly because he's too focused on the pleasure but he still agrees with him.
Eventually though, he forces himself to reach down and grab Hoseok's wrist, making him stop. They exchange a look. "'m ready, p-please. I can't take a-anymore I need you to fuck me."
"God, you're driving me crazy, Namjoon."
"L-likewise." He moans out when Hoseok slips his fingers from him, and he watches him reach over to where he left the lube and the condom. Namjoon hesitates for a moment before he takes them both from him. Hoseok doesn't even complain because he knows what Namjoon is going to do, so he sits back and watches as Namjoon opens the foil of the condom wrapper.
He fumbles, but Hoseok doesn't say anything about it because he doesn't want to make him more embarrassed than he already is. He just keeps watching; the way Namjoon rolls the condom onto his cock, lingering because he just wants to touch. However, when he notices Hoseok watching him, he reaches for the lube and pours some onto his hand, spreading it over Hoseok's cock at a steady pace and feeling butterflies when Hoseok praises him again, tells him he's doing such a good job through a breathy moan.
When his cock is coated enough, Namjoon sets the lube down and lies back against the pillows. He spreads his legs a little more to give Hoseok more room, watching him position himself between them. He doesn't realize he's holding his breath until he feels the tip of Hoseok's cock at his hole and he exhales shakily.
Fuck, this is really happening. He's suddenly very aware of everything and his nerves are starting to get the better of him, so he's thankful when Hoseok starts stroking his side to reassure him. To help him have something else to focus on
It's even better when he starts to kiss him, sliding his tongue past his lips and swallowing his weak moan as he presses into him slowly. He doesn't rush into it, he takes his time, going inch by inch as he continues to kiss Namjoon over and over, which he's still very thankful for because holy shit. Hoseok is big. The stretch hurts, it stings, but in a good way. Definitely a good way.
However, he is still thankful once more when Hoseok stills halfway, and again when he's completely sheathed inside of him. Hoseok doesn't mind waiting because this is all for Namjoon. Yes, he enjoys it, but what he's going to enjoy more is Namjoon's pleasure.
"H-Hoseok." Namjoon whispers between kisses after a while, hands wrapped around Hoseok's neck, playing with his hairs at the base of his neck. "I'm ready, y-you can move now."
"You sure?"
Namjoon nods as he gives Hoseok a soft 'absolutely', earning another few kisses in return. More, slightly louder moans spill from his mouth as Hoseok pulls out almost all of the way and then slides back in; slow, steady. Namjoon usually gets too impatient doing it by himself, but with Hoseok, he trusts him. He knows what he's doing and it feels so good. So fucking good.
The pace Hoseok settles on isn't too slow that it's teasing, but it's not too fast either. It really is just perfect. So much better than his toys, especially the eight inch dildo he used not that long ago. "F-feels good." He forces out, suddenly remembering his promise to Hoseok. He feels lips being pressed to his temple, the bridge of his nose, his cheek. Hoseok's breath is hot against his skin, Namjoon likes it.
"So good." Hoseok replies, speaking in a hushed voice, despite it just being the two of them. "G-God, you feel so good, Namjoon. So tight, a-all for me, my dirty baby. Such a good boy."
Namjoon whines at the combination of praise and dirty talk, fingers sliding into Hoseok's hair and gripping tight. He spreads his legs a little more, which is easy to do when Hoseok grabs his thighs, fingers digging in hard that he'll leave more bruises. While Namjoon would love nothing more than to hold Hoseok close, he can't feel disappointed when he pulls away because it's so he can watch as his dick slides in and out of the other.
He notices the way Hoseok licks his lips, he swears he hears a growl coming from him, and he wants to watch too. So he sits up on his elbows, enough that he can see Hoseok's dick disappearing into him and even though he isn't looking at him, he knows Hoseok is smirking. He can feel it.
"Y-you like that, baby? You like watching me fuck you?"
Namjoon nods, biting his lip as he breathes through his nose. He wraps his fingers around his cock, just to have something there. "Y-you're so big."
"Mh, and you're taking me so well. Look." He digs his fingers more into his skin as he spreads his thighs as far as he can, enough so that he can give Namjoon a better view of how he's taking him, so eagerly, so desperately. Namjoon has to squeeze the base of his cock so he doesn't cum from the sight. "S-sucking me in like it's what you were made for–– fuck, yeah. A virgin w-whore, desperate to be full of cock. Full of cum, hm?"
"S-shit." Namjoon hisses, squeezing just a little tighter as he leans forward, awkwardly smashing his lips against Hoseok's. There's lots of teeth, lots of biting, but God he loves it. "'Seok," he moans into the kisses, and Hoseok groans at the nickname. "You–– you can go harder, p-please. God, please, f-fuck me harder."
Hoseok does exactly that because he'll give Namjoon anything he wants. He fucks him harder, even if it's just a little, but he still keeps that slow pace. Because Namjoon likes that, he can tell from the way he can no longer kiss him. At this point he's just got his lips against Hoseok's, panting and moaning and whining against them, while Hoseok kisses the corner of his mouth, praising him.
"I wish I could fill you up." Hoseok suddenly says, pulling away enough that he can watch Namjoon's eyes flutter. So he can see how his arms shake from trying to keep himself up, so he eases him onto his back, and Namjoon opens his eyes again to look at him. "M-maybe next time? We can go w-without the condom and I can fill you up like you want until you're dripping onto your sheets, making a mess."
Namjoon can't even say anything, it's like all words have just left him. All he can do is listen to Hoseok. All he can do is watch him; the way his hair falls over his face, the way his eyebrows knit together in pleasure, eyes closing only for a moment before he opens them again, grinning lazily when he sees Namjoon already watching him.
"Pretty boy." He coos, pulling a broken whine from Namjoon. He moves one hand away from his thigh to instead wrap it around his dick, replacing Namjoon's because all he's doing is just holding it even though he wants more. So while he fucks him slow, hard, he starts to jerk him off. He matches the pace of his thrusts, swiping his thumb over the head on every upstroke, pre-cum making it sound so obscene as he picks up his pace just a little more when Namjoon begs him to.
"H-Hoseok, fuck," he whimpers, eyes watering because it feels too fucking good, saliva dribbling down his chin. "God, fuck–– shit–– I'm g-gonna come. I'm gonna––"
"That's okay, baby. I want you to come, make a mess for me."
Namjoon does. He comes with a loud and broken moan of Hoseok's name, hands switching between grabbing at the sheets and grabbing at Hoseok's arms, thighs shaking because holy fucking shit, he hasn't ever came this hard before. And Hoseok. Hoseok just keeps stroking him through his orgasm, milking him for all he's work as he also keeps fucking him at that slow and steady pace. He's starting to get sensitive, his dick slowly going limp in Hoseok's hand but Hoseok keeps going.
However, it isn't long before he does pick up his pace a little, fucks him faster, more desperately. At this point he's barely pulling out, fucking him faster and faster with each thrust. Harder and harder. The noises are so lewd; skin slapping against skin, the lube making it sound so wet, Hoseok's moans and grunts and breathless whispers of curses mixed with Namjoon's name.
He starts to slide his hands all over Namjoon's body as he gets closer and closer to his own release, desperate for it. When he actually does finally cum, spilling deep into the condom, his hand goes to Namjoon's throat, squeezing just a little and Namjoon fucking sees stars, dick twitching weakly in Hoseok's hand. If he hadn't came already, he definitely would've by having Hoseok's hands on his throat.
Hoseok keeps fucking into him until he's spent, sweat dripping from him and onto Namjoon's body. He stays still for a little before he finally pulls out of him, taking off the condom and tying it up before setting on the floor to put in the trash later. There's suddenly a hand in his hair and he turns back to look at Namjoon, letting him brush back his hair so he can get a better look at him.
Namjoon looks absolutely fucked out, and yet he still wants to be able to look at him. Hoseok finds it...adorable. Which is odd considering what they just done, but it is what it is.
"Are you hurt anywhere?"
"Mh no, not yet. I know I will be later." Namjoon's words are a little slurred, hand dropping to his side because he doesn't have the energy to keep it in Hoseok's hair. Thankfully, Hoseok decides to lie down next to him. There's a long moment of silence and then he hears Hoseok chuckling. He opens his eyes and flushes when he sees him staring. "W-what?"
"These." He reaches up and plucks the horns from Namjoon's head. "Surprised they stayed on."
Namjoon laughs softly even though he's blushing, taking the horns from Hoseok and turning them this way and that as he looks at them. He then purses his lips. "...um, do you have horns? Since you're a demon and all."
"Why? D'you want to see them?"
"Kind of." He mutters, embarrassed once more. It doesn't help when there's nothing said between them for a while, but then he feels a shift in the air and he turns to look at Hoseok, an audible gasp leaving him when he sees very large, very real, horns. He bites his lip, hesitating before he reaches up to touch them. "...they're pretty."
"Thank you." Hoseok smiles, a genuine smile, and Namjoon likes that. The butterflies are back. "I do also have a tail and wings but I can show you that some other time."
"So...are you saying there's going to be another time?"
"Well, do you want there to be?"
Namjoon doesn't say anything for a couple of minutes, just slides his fingers along the horns. He stops, looking away from him. "...I do. I had a lot of fun, not just, y'know, but talking to you and having drinks with you. It's the most fun I've had in a while."
"Then there's your answer." Hoseok whispers, voice so soothing that Namjoon swears he could fall asleep to it. It makes him more sleepy when Hoseok starts to trail his fingers up and down his arm slowly. "This definitely isn't the last time you've seen me. I actually think you'll have trouble getting rid of me."
"That doesn't sound like a bad thing." He replies softly, opening his eyes to look at Hoseok despite how heavy his eyelids feel. He smiles at him, shy. "I'd be happy to have you around."
Hoseok smiles even more, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him closer. He knows they should clean up, but now that he's gotten comfortable, he doesn't want to move. Not to mention that not a few minutes later, he hears soft snores coming from Namjoon, arm draped across Hoseok. But when he wakes up in the morning, Namjoon will see that he has many, many...many texts from Yoongi and Seokjin, asking all about his "research" for his book.
However, he chooses to ignore them to instead have Hoseok oh-so gently fuck his mouth.