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Namjoon comes to like he always does. Bit by bit. In stages. With a yawn and then a stretch, followed by the gradual returning of his senses.
The first is touch. He moves his fingers and wiggles his toes, feeling the familiar soft sheets beneath him and the comforter layered over his body as he lingers in that grey area just between sleep and consciousness.
Then comes hearing. The sounds of birds chirping outside, followed by the rustling of the blinds as a gentle spring breeze blows through. Afterward, comes taste–bits of wine on his tongue from last night, mixing with his toothpaste and saliva to form a stale morning ick. Fourth is the smell. He catches a whiff of the fresh air, then buries his face into the pillow, finding himself confronted by an intoxicating mixture of musty, piney cologne, sweat, and sex. He hums sleepily at the scent, the perfect Sunday morning perfume, and eases his eyelids open.
Then, at last, comes sight.
Golden rays of sunlight filter in through the blinds, casting lines across the sheets, making them glow. Said sheets are rumpled from last night, and halfway tossed off the bed. The room around him is peaceful and still, illuminated in a similar manner by the late morning sun. On the nightstand, the alarm clock spells out 9:35AM in glowing red letters.
Finally, he glances over at the other side of the bed, and finds Jungkook there, lying on his side with his back facing him.
Content, Namjoon sits up and brushes the messy hair out of his eyes, reaching over to trace a finger across the maze of intricate tattoos on Jungkook’s back. It makes him twitch in his sleep, and Namjoon chuckles lowly, continuing on, then placing the tip of his fingernail on Jungkook’s skin, guiding it across so that it makes a faint indentation. At that, the sleeping man grunts and shifts; he’s always been a light sleeper, jumping awake at the slightest provocation, and Jungkook knows he won’t need to do much to wake him.
Predictable, this morning, Namjoon doesn’t have to, either. Hardly a minute later, Jungkook makes a low, garbled sound, pauses for a moment, then rolls over to face Namjoon, still only half awake. His soft gaze takes in the sight of the man before him with so much tenderness that it makes Namjoon downright giddy to be the first thing his fiance sees in the morning.
“Good morning, baby,” Namjoon sing-songs and lets Jungkook curl an arm around him.
“Morning,” the younger man mutters, his voice raspy and sexy with sleep. “I ever tell you how much I love waking up next to you?”
“You may have mentioned it once or twice before,” Namjoon teases. “But you can always tell me again.”
“So much.”
Namjoon gives him a look and he smirks. “What? Can’t exactly expect me to be a poet this early in the morning.”
“Really? No five-page sonnets about…the way my skin glows in the sunlight after a long night’s sleep?” he laughs. “Or an ode to my morning breath?”
“I love you and your morning breath.”
Namjoon makes a sound of disbelief that made Jungkook move closer, maneuvering himself so that he’s on top of his love. “Let me prove it.”
Jungkook steals a kiss before Namjoon can protest, long and deep enough to get a taste of him. Jungkook laughs against his mouth and the man pulls back with a grin. “See, hyung? I’d kiss you any hour of the day.”
Jungkook shifts on top of Namjoon right then, and when he does, the older man feels something unmistakable hard brush his thigh. Amused, Namjoon folds his hands behind his head and lies back down against the pillow, taking in the sight of Jungkook’s not-at-all inconspicuous morning wood with a raised eyebrow.
“This early in the morning and you’re already happy to see me?” Namjoon begins, teasingly.
Unabashed, as they’ve been faced with this, well, not so little problem countless times before, Jungkook just glances down at his erection, acknowledging it casually, like an old friend making a reappearance, before raising his eyes back up to Namjoon.
Jungkook lowers his voice mock-seriously. “Well, my love, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m always happy to see you.”
“Mmm,” Namjoon hums, then giggles, glancing over towards the bathroom. “Well, I should probably go shower. I’m still plugged.”
Jungkook remembers how Namjoon begged to be filled last night, then asked him to get his butt plug to keep all of Jungkook inside him. Fucking hell.
Catching up to his game, Jungkook reaches out and tugs Namjoon back into his chest before he can even start to sit up. “So what now hyung, we’re just going to waste the fact that you’re still open for me?”
“Yes,” Namjoon answers back, eyes twinkling with mischief.
Jungkook chuckles, planting a trail of kisses along his man’s collarbone. “Gonna make me beg, babe?”
All at once, in the blink of an eye, Namjoon reversed their positions, straddling him and framing Jungkook’s hips with his legs. For a moment, he pauses, taking in the sight of him from this new angle: his bare abdomen, glowing in the sunlight; his eyes, piercing; and his cock, standing at attention, ready for him.
Biting his lower lip and narrowing his eyes, Namjoon reaches down to stroke it with one hand, massaging the bead of pre-come at the tip down the shaft slowly, then drawing back and giving him a firm pump.
The sudden jerk makes Jungkook grunt, and Namjoon can see the muscles in his jaw quivering as he clenches it to keep him from moaning aloud. It makes Namjoon press his thighs together as his own cock hardened.
“Maybe I should,” Namjoon breathes, swiveling his hips and brushing up against Jungkook’s erection again. “Make you beg.”
Without much warning – and surprisingly, without a witty comeback – Jungkook just reaches up, places his hands on his lover’s hips, and guides Namjoon off of him, rolling the man over onto his side so that Jungkook’s spooning him from behind and scissoring their limbs together. It’s more comfortable, their preferred early-morning, sleepy sex position.
Namjoon laughs breathlessly when Jungkook takes his hand and proceeds to play with the plug inside Namjoon, jerking it back and forth to test how stretched his fiance is. After hearing a few moans from Namjoon, Jungkook pulled the plug out, hearing the gasp of the older man.
“Ready for you, Kookie,” Namjoon whispers, leaning back so he could press onto Jungkook more.
Jungkook then guides his cock against Namjoon’s hole, brushing on the rim, forcing a fresh rush of desire from Namjoon’s own cock. The sensation sends a tremor through Namjoon and he gasps once more, reaching back to run a hand through Jungkook’s hair, while the man kisses idly at his neck and shoulder; nothing rough. Never nipping nor biting. Just wet, sloppy kisses that make Namjoon grin like a fool. And Jungkook isn’t even inside him yet.
“This,” Jungkook murmurs between kisses, his breath catching in his throat as Namjoon’s wetness drenches the head of his cock, “is without a doubt the best way to start the day.”
“Yeah?” Namjoon pants as his hips stutter toward Jungkook’s cock, trying to draw him in without giving away just how bad he’s aching for it. His cock throbs, burns, so hard that he could cum at any moment without Jungkook even touching him–if only his man would just move. “Speak for yourse–ahh.”
Jungkook slips inside him just then, one short, quick motion, and in doing so, steals the words right off Namjoon’s tongue. He pulls out within seconds, however, making Namjoon’s walls quiver as they try to grasp what isn’t there, before entering him again, Jungkook buries himself up to the hilt. His thrusts are slow, lazy. Namjoon likes it like this: tender and sweet, almost more than he likes it rough. Jungkook fills his lover completely, in a way that makes Namjoon suddenly conscious of how empty he feels when Jungkook isn’t inside him.
“You know what they say, hyung,” Jungkook mumbles against Namjoon’s neck, kissing the soft skin of his nape. “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”
Namjoon squeezes his eyes shut, gasping once more. “I think…that you’d say pretty much anything to get laid.”
Jungkook just makes a low sound, as if to admit that his hyung is one hundred percent right about that, and moves his lips up behind Namjoon’s ear, right where he’s especially sensitive. The rhythm of Jungkook’s thrusts is steady, unhurried. With one hand, Jungkook’s hand travelled to Namjoon’s cock, stroking him just as gently as his hip moves. And god, there really isn’t anything Namjoon loves more than Jungkook’s hand on him. Feeling the pressure build as Jungkook drives his fiance closer, Namjoon reaches down between his legs, hands wrapping on Jungkook’s, helping him jerk his cock off, and feeling himself stretch in the most blissful way as Jungkook moves in and out of him.
Apparently not content to let him do much work this morning, Jungkook gives a disapproving grunt and moves Namjoon’s hand away, letting his own hand bring Namjoon closer and closer to cumming. Jungkook knows how to touch him, and how to play his body well. He knows Namjoon like a map, and with his fingers on his cock, his thumb running on the slit and feeling Namjoon physically twitch. Namjoon can’t help but cry out quietly–a fluttering little sound. His hips rock against Jungkook instinctively, meeting him thrust for thrust. His other hand grasps the pillows, holding them tight.
Namjoon is close, writhing against the man behind him, and although he doesn’t seem it, he knows Jungkook is, too. His thrusts are growing faster and more erratic as he chases his own pleasure inside Namjoon.
“Jungkook…” Namjoon murmurs, his voice half-muffled by the pillow. “I’m–fuck…”
“Don’t talk, baby,” Jungkook says gruffly. “Just come.”
Even though he’s close, Namjoon can’t help but laugh breathlessly at that oh-so-articulate command, and opens his mouth to speak. But the words die on his tongue when the pleasure finally tips him over the edge, out the nowhere.
When Namjoon comes, it isn’t blinding, or earth-shattering, or white hot. It’s a gentle burn. The release making his limbs loose, relaxed. His cum spilling on Jungkook’s hand. He gasps into the pillow, feeling his ass tighten and flutter deliciously around Jungkook, as if to pull his cock in deeper and keep him there.
Just like Namjoon has thought he would, Jungkook swears under his breath at the tight feeling. A throaty Fuck, it feels so good, hyung – before following suit, giving one last thrust before spilling hot inside him.
They don’t move after. Jungkook doesn’t even pull out, instead, they stay like that. Holding each other. Still joined. It’s more intimate than sex, in a way. It’s a comforting feeling, Jungkook still inside him, right where he belongs, and it brings a sleepy smile to his lips which grows even wider when Jungkook raises his face to his own and kisses him tenderly. Like he wants to savor this moment as much as Namjoon does.
“Well,” Namjoon breathes after Jungkook pulls away. “Good morning to you, too.”
Jungkook nips at his ear playfully. “Just good?”
Namjoon rolls his eyes and turns to face Jungkook completely, letting him slip out. “Fine. The best.”
“That’s the spirit!” Jungkook gives him another kiss and sits up, nodding towards the bathroom. “Shower?”
Namjoon nods without a word and stretches his arms again, watching as Jungkook goes for the bathroom. For a few seconds, Namjoon doesn’t move. He just admires the view of Jungkook’s body from behind, tattoos and all, with that dumb, half-loopy smile on his face. Because waking up next to him, to this man, every day…it’s something Namjoon has never dreamt of but is living right now. It used to scare him, but now he can’t recall ever wanting that so much with someone before, but it doesn’t anymore. Not now.
As if sensing eyes on him, Jungkook turns into the doorway. “You coming?”
“Oh, I better be,” Namjoon replies and springs up out of bed after him. “In more ways than one.”