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It always looked so soft, so full, so plump. Perfectly filling out the space there, certainly hard to miss it. He had been so curious for so long. He had his own but everyone was different, right? He was itching to know. What if it was always just the fabric looking filled up and it was just like a pocket full of air? What if it was actually a little hard, kind of firm? How soft was it? He needed to know.
Ah, so it’s like a small pillow. As full and soft as he imagined. There was fabric as a barrier though. He could only imagine it had to be even softer under-
“Did you just poke my dick?”
Oh. Oh, wait. Guess he really was that sleep deprived. He looked up from his spot on the floor, sitting between Seokjin’s legs. When did he even get there? He should probably figure it out later. Right now Seokjin was looking at him with a confused frown, mouth halfway open but no more words came out.
“Um-yes?”
“Why?”
“I wanted to know if it was soft.” hearing himself made him want to curl up and hide forever. Seokjin just looked at him more confused.
“Of course it’s soft. It’s a limp dick, Namjoon.” at least Seokjin didn’t seem mad? “You could just poke yourself instead.”
“But yours always looks so soft and full…” he shook his head a little as he trailed off. What was he even saying? He should just apologize and-
“So you’re saying it looks big?” Seokjin’s tone was teasing, it only made Namjoon’s embarrassment worse.
“Yes?” he didn’t really think of it that way until now. “Your, um- crotch always looks full. So, um, yeah. Big.” he never thought he would make a fool of himself like this. He really should have at least napped when he could.
“So is your curiosity satisfied now? Did it feel as soft and full as it looks?”
“It’s like a pillow…” he really shouldn’t keep talking but it’s like the filter on his brain, his judgement, is nowhere to be found. He mindlessly pokes at Seokjin’s thigh, rubbing the fabric on his jeans right after. “but it’s probably softer without these.”
“Do you want me to take them off?” Seokjin’s sudden nonchalance had him gaping at him like a fish. Namjoon could only watch as Seokjin ever so calmly slipped his hand under his shirt to scratch a spot on his chest. Like they were talking about their next schedule, not at all like Seokjin had just offered to undress. “Or would you prefer to take them off for me?” even the teasing tone was gone.
Oh, he was seriously just given the green light to take off Seokjin’s pants and feel his dick. When was the last time he had slept? He would make sure to sleep plenty when they got a day off.
Seokjin picked up his phone, scrolling through who knows what while Namjoon took his time fighting his curiosity. Surely enough, he lost the fight not even a minute after. He surprised himself with how steady his hand was as he undid Seokjin’s belt and swiftly worked on the pants as well. As he started to pull them off Seokjin lifted his hips to help, all his attention still on his phone even as Namjoon took off his slippers so he could fully remove his pants.
..did he really need to take them off? Not really, just pushing them down a little would have been enough but he was definitely appreciating seeing the smooth skin of Seokjin’s thighs up close. Wait, he was getting distracted, this was not the goal right now.
The goal was now covered with only the thin black fabric of Seokjin’s underwear. He could see the outline now, it really was…pretty big. Pretty long and pretty thick...maybe it was pretty too. He shook his head, he was getting distracted again.
Well, this was it. Time to finally find out how soft it really was. He brought his hand up and with a single finger he gently poked it. Definitely way softer now, so soft he kind of wanted to squeeze it. He looked up, Seokjin was still focused on his phone.
…he couldn’t see why he shouldn’t squeeze it. He had poked and squeezed his own dick before but it wasn’t this satisfying. He was also not this big, he couldn’t fill up his own hand unless he was half hard. Seokjin’s dick definitely seemed like it would fill his hand. He wasted no time in testing it out, cupping his hand over it and letting out a surprised exhale when it did fill up his hand pretty nicely. It was almost like a perfect fit. He also went ahead and squeezed gently, very satisfied with how soft it felt as it filled his hand.
He really liked how it felt, squeezing it a couple more times, a little harder each time. He was in his own little world, having fun with his new squishy discovery…until it wasn’t as squishy anymore. He froze, keeping his hand in place as he looked up. Seokjin still had his phone on his hand but his full attention was on Namjoon now.
“Are you having fun?” Seokjin’s voice was low, his ears a nice shade of pink. “I thought you just wanted to poke it.”
Namjoon really didn’t know what to say no matter how hard he wracked his brain. He gasped and looked back down when he felt a twitch against his hand. If he focused on it he could actually feel it pulse as it slowly swelled. It was not as soft anymore but it still felt nice in his hand. He didn’t really want to let go, so he didn’t.
He squeezed again, pressing down with the heel of his hand as well before squeezing again. Feeling Seokjin slowly get hard under his hand was thrilling, every twitch urging him to keep going. He had never really paid this much attention to a dick getting hard and he was fascinated by it. He could see the outline through the fabric, it looked as impressive as it felt. Seokjin was definitely bigger than he thought…not like he thought of his hyung’s dick often.
“Namjoon-ah.” he looked up, Seokjin’s heated gaze made his breath catch. “Take these off. Please.” Seokjin lifted his hips and Namjoon obliged.
He watched as Seokjin’s dick sprung free the moment he pulled the waistband down, landing heavily on his abdomen. He looked up again when Seokjin let out a heavy exhale. So far he had not heard a single sound coming out of Seokjin, just his breathing as it quickened or hitched. Maybe he could change that now.
He did quick work of getting rid of Seokjin’s underwear and took a good look at the sight in front of him. If there was ever a pretty dick then of course it would be Seokjin’s, from the rosy tip to the subtle veins. Namjoon traced those veins, from the base up to the underside of the head then traced them back down to the base and wrapped his fingers around it.
Properly feeling the thickness in his hand made him stop for a moment. He really had somehow ended up with a dick in his hand and was enjoying it way more than he could have imagined. It would be unfair if he was the only one having fun though. He wanted to see what kind of sound he could get out of Seokjin so he finally moved his hand. Up, squeeze the tip, down, repeat. He was slow but steady, keeping an eye on every twitch and the little beads of precum that kept slowly accumulating.
It was when he spread the precum all over the tip that Seokjin moaned, short and soft. He would have missed the sweet, delicate sound if he had not been waiting for it. He wanted to hear it again, wanted to hear it many times. The dry drag wouldn’t be enough for that, it needed to be slicker. Taking a quick look around he spotted a tube of hand lotion in Seokjin’s open luggage. That would have to do.
He poured a good amount on his hand, warming it before wrapping his hand around Seokjin’s dick again. The slide of his hand was much smoother now as he stroked firmly and a little faster than before. He looked up as he heard another soft moan, the sight of Seokjin with his eyes closed and face softly twisted with pleasure was breathtaking. It made him want to see more, to see him come undone.
He sped up the pace of his hand and used his other hand to fondle Seokjin’s balls, relishing on every soft moan and curse that reached his ears. As the moans got shaky and Seokjin’s hips started twitching he made his strokes shorter. Focusing on the head and not quite reaching the base, rubbing his thumb on the tip as he squeezed, it all made Seokjin react beautifully.
A peek of his abs whenever he tensed, his hips and thighs twitching and tensing, breathy moans and whimpers, dark eyes glassy and half lidded, the rosy flush on his face, his lip red from biting on it. Seokjin was the best masterpiece Namjoon had ever laid his eyes on, he was sure of it.
He was also sure of it as he watched Seokjin cum, pretty face twisted with pleasure as he panted heavily, whole body lightly trembling as cum spilled over Namjoon’s hand still working him through his orgasm. It was as he sat back, watching Seokjin catch his breath and come down from his orgasm that he had several realizations at once.
He just gave Seokjin a handjob. He probably liked Seokjin way more than he thought. He had just discovered a whole new side of himself. They definitely need to have a talk about what just happened.
Seokjin’s little laugh momentarily broke his train of thought.
“I can’t believe you really poked my dick.”
Yeah, he definitely more than poked Seokjin’s dick.