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Namjoon opened the door as quietly as he could, surprised to see the lights still on. He had assumed his husband had gotten too tired waiting up for him to come back from work and decided to turn in, but it was nice of Seokjin to leave the lights on for him. He had texted ahead of time that he'd be late, so he was sure the man had kept dinner for him in the fridge as well.
He went to their shared bedroom first, deciding to take a shower first before thinking about eating. He draped his suit jacket on a chair, moving closer to the bed to see Seokjin sleeping peacefully, clad in his cute RJ pyjamas.
Namjoon smiled softly, running a hand through the man's hair. It was nice to have Seokjin wait for him and welcome him home with his warm smiles and twinkling eyes, but he was more happy to see his husband getting proper rest instead of forcing himself to stay up when he was working this late.
He moved his hand down to cup Seokjin's cheek, thumb brushing over the plush, red lips. Seokjin made a small noise and nuzzled his face into his hand, mouth parting slightly and Namjoon couldn't help himself from leaning down to give his husband a long, deep kiss. He was almost sure the man must have woken up, but when he drew back, Seokjin just sighed in his sleep and shifted, his loose collar sliding down a little.
Namjoon idly traced his collarbone, looking at his peacefully sleeping face. Then his hand moved down without him thinking– but the collar got into the way. If you ask him, he wouldn't be able to answer what came over him after that, but he didn't even hesitate in unbuttoning the pyjama top to reveal his husband's beautiful, bare skin.
It was too much to resist, and he bent down to trail soft kisses over Seokjin's chest, starting from his neck. A part of him kept waiting for his husband to inevitably wake up, but Seokjin just whined a little when Namjoon pressed open mouthed kisses on his nipples, still blissfully asleep. Namjoon chuckled at that, breath fanning out over Seokjin's skin.
"You're so cute," he murmured, rubbing the back of his hand against the older's cheek. Seokjin nuzzled closer at the contact, before gasping when Namjoon curiously pinched his nipple.
It was amazing, how his husband could sleep through this and still be so responsive.
Namjoon knew he should draw back at this point and go to sleep, but his hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they automatically toyed with the waistband of Seokjin's pyjama shorts. He was kind of curious to see how far he could go before Seokjin woke up– and well, it was a shame not to do something when his husband looked this pretty and cute and bare.
So he tugged down the pants, leaving Seokjin to be clad only in his panties and the unbuttoned shirt around his arms. Fuck, he was gorgeous, and Namjoon didn't even think before he was rubbing a finger between the folds of his husband's cunt, keeping a careful eye on Seokjin's face.
Seokjin whined and frowned and shifted in the bed, but he didn't wake up even when his panties became progressively more wet, with his body responding subconsciously to Namjoon's fingers.
"I'm so lucky to have you," Namjoon whispered, pressing a reverent kiss on Seokjin's stomach.
His cock was uncomfortably hard by now, encouraged by the tiny whines that Seokjin let out every now and then when Namjoon had slipped in a finger into his cunt, so he drew out his hand to unbutton his slacks instead. His cock sprang to full length the moment he pulled down his boxer, eager to enter Seokjin.
A part of Namjoon was sure that there was no way Seokjin would sleep through this, but the bigger part of him was already pushing more fingers into his husband's cunt to loosen it up. Even after all these years Seokjin sometimes had a little trouble taking in Namjoon's big cock at first, but he always managed to take the entire length in like the good husband he was. Really, Namjoon couldn't ask for a better partner.
Seokjin's adorably breathy moans increased in frequency, and Namjoon didn't know how he had the patience to pull out his fingers and carefully raise Seokjin's thighs to lay over the older's shoulder, once again marvelling at how flexible he was. Namjoon wasn't sure he could ever practically bend in half like that.
He checked the other's expression for any signs of waking up, inserting his cock agonizingly slowly into Seokjin's hole. The man remained oblivious to the world though, only moaning breathily and twitching around Namjoon's cock.
The response urged Namjoon to go faster, breath bated as he waited for Seokjin to snap awake any second now. But the only thing that happened were Seokjin's responses getting even more delightful the deeper Namjoon pressed into him, and soon Namjoon was practically ramming his cock in and out of his unaware husband.
Seokjin's body responded beautiful to him, though, the walls of his cunt clenching around Namjoon's cock every time, and soon enough, his whole body shuddered as he orgasmed around Namjoon's cock.
Namjoon wasn't far behind, and he came with a groan, releasing a large, thick load into Seokjin's cunt and filling it up.
The come oozed out the second he pulled out, the amount too much for even Seokjin's hole. He bent down to press a kiss on the man's cunt, licking his lip to find the taste of his own cum on them. He looked down on the small bulge that had formed over Seokjin's stomach, and then got up to look into the drawer for one of the man's toys.
( Judging from the big, purple dildo lying haphazardly on the top, his husband had clearly used it very recently. Namjoon was glad to know his gifts were appreciated. )
He grabbed it from the drawer, carefully plugging up Seokjin's cunt with it to keep all the come inside. Honestly though, if his husband hadn't woken up even after the railing Namjoon gave him, he was doubtful he still needed to be careful at this point.
Namjoon couldn't help but give Seokjin a long, loving kiss after having a rush of fondness for the older man, gently putting his pyjama back on properly to prevent him from getting a cold. Seokjin had a tendency to kick off the comforter in his sleep, best not to let him sleep naked.
He pressed another small kiss on Seokjin's forehead, going to take a shower and change into a pair of shorts before he crashed into the bed and fell into a comfortable sleep, cuddling his husband close.
Seokjin woke up like every other morning to a quiet room and his husband peacefully sleeping next to him, but something was off today.
He felt unusually full and…sticky, and his stomach seemed to bulge out a little. It didn't take him long to figure out what caused it, though, because even if you felt dazed and half asleep, it was kind of hard to ignore the dildo in your pussy. He pulled down his pyjama shorts, a quick touch confirming it.
And sure, he might have played with himself last night because his husband works so late and he misses him, Seokjin was pretty sure he didn't go to sleep with his toys still in him.
He glanced down at his sleeping husband, lips set in a line. Well. Someone here might have some answers.
He reached out to shake him awake. "Joon, baby, wake up."
Namjoon opened his eyes with a jerk and a snort, locking gaze with Seokjin. "Zuh?
"Did you do something last night?"
Namjoon blinked rapidly as he tried to get his bearings, and Seokjin waited patiently for his question to sink in.
"What?"
"I found a dildo inside me," Seokjin clarified to the sleepy man. "Did you put it in?"
Namjoon stared at him, but then his eyes cleared with recognition and he sat upright, paling. Well. That answered the question.
Namjoon reached out to take Seokjin's hands in his, nervously meeting his eyes. "Hyung…I have to apologize for yesterday night."
Seokjin raised an eyebrow. "Go on."
"I–um, I returned home late last night, and you had already fallen asleep." Namjoon winced, backtracking. "Not that I'm trying to blame you or say that you should have waited up for me! I mean–"
A brief smile flitted over Seokjin's face, fond of his bumbling husband. "Namjoon-ah, dear, I know what you mean."
Namjoon gave a jerky nod. "Right. So. You were asleep and. Uh, you looked really beautiful like you always do and well. It started with a kiss but then I got more into it and–
"Baby," Seokjin interrupted, shushing Namjoon with a finger on the younger's lips. "Did you have sex with me last night."
Namjoon paused. Nodded. "Yes, hyung."
"While I was asleep." Seokjin asked, meaning to clarify, but it came out more of a statement.
Another nod.
Seokjin frowned, trying to hide how incredibly arousing he found the idea of his husband fucking him in his sleep. Just the thought of having his body used like a toy–just a doll existing to give pleasure– by his lover made him giddy, and he could already feel his pussy twitch as he imagined it.
So Seokjin wasn't really that mad, and they had already established long ago in the relationship that he was fine with most things that Namjoon wanted, but still. He had to pretend to be mad at least, it was the principle of the matter.
He crossed his arms, pouting and trying to ignore the way his husband's gaze flitted to his lips for a second. Seokjin teasingly licked his lip for good measure– he'd always loved the power he held over his husband, and Namjoon knew it too.
"It's not a big deal, and I'd have allowed if you'd have asked," Seokjin began, watching Namjoon nod guiltily, "but you know I can still be mad at you, right?"
Namjoon nodded again, doing the kicked puppy impression that always made Seokjin want to ruffle his hair and smooch his cheeks. Who allowed his husband to be this cute?
He cleared his throat, refocusing on the topic. "Go and wash up, you're helping me in the kitchen today as punishment."
"Yes hyung," Namjoon replied, getting up to do as he was told. Seokjin watched him go, finally allowing the devious grin he'd been suppressing the whole conversation.
His husband had his fun last night, the morning was all Seokjin's.
When Namjoon went to the kitchen, Seokjin had already started cooking.
Wearing just an apron.
He stopped at the doorway, shocked eyes following every movement of his husband's ass as he flitted here and there, gathering ingredients and utensils. He was wearing the pink, frilly apron that someone had gotten him once as a joke, with nothing else to stop Namjoon from roving his eyes over his broad shoulders and bare back.
He walked briskly to him, lightly placing both hands firmly on Seokjin's waist to stop him from moving. Namjoon's hard cock was practically pressing against his husband's bare ass as he got close enough to put his lips to Seokjin's ears. "My dear, if you punish me like this, I think I'll never stop making mistakes."
Seokjin didn't look at him, but Namjoon could hear the smile in his voice. "That's the plan, baby."
His husband suddenly turned back, capturing Namjoon's lips in a kiss. "You just focus on what you want to do," Seokjin whispered after he pulled apart, staring into Namjoon's eyes,"And let hyung take care of all your silly little mistakes. Understood?"
Namjoon nodded obediently, snaking his arms around Seokjin's back to fondle his ass.
"Crystal clear, my dear."