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Namjoon is generally dominant. In work, in play, in love and in bed. The man seems to live, breathe and eat pure dominance for every meal. Seokjin supposes that in order to lead a band when you are one of its younger members it is simply a necessity that you exude dominance at all hours of the day. Sometimes it is this which makes it easy for Jin to forget that Namjoon is only twenty-two and still just a boy at heart.
Really, Namjoon is still slightly naïve and innocent to the cruel ways of the world. He thinks the best of everyone and takes their opinions and criticisms to heart. While at the same time he tries to make sure that the band follows his instructions and tries to care for each of the members individual needs. On top of that, he obeys Jin's every need. Fucking him into the mattress as often as physically possible or taking him out on well hidden dates at the drop of a hat.
The scandals that resulted from a mistranslation on Namjoon’s part inducing death threats that were followed by accusations of plagiarism angered Jin beyond words. Was is because they were idols that twenty-two year old Namjoon’s apologises for a mistake went unnoticed and unaccepted? Despite the emotions that were stirred in Jin, Namjoon had worn his beautiful smile throughout the entirety of the ordeals. Reassuring him in his own subtle manner that everything was going to be okay. Jin had compensated for it in his own way. Making more of Namjoon’s favourite dishes and pressing more kisses onto Namjoon’s lips before they had to go on stage.
Jin’s anger rises with each muffled sob that emerges from behind the locked wooden door. He wants to find the people who thought that they had the right to call Namjoon ugly so he can give them a piece of his mind. Namjoon has always struggled with being confident in his appearance. It was the reason why he had worn those ridiculous sunglasses for the entirety of their debut era. Jin had been so happy when Namjoon had finally emerged from his shell and removed the black lenses with with tinted plastic from his face. It was symbolic. Namjoon had allowed himself to be happy.
Lifting his hand to the door fingers forming a fist he knocks, knuckles stinging slightly as they collide with the solid wood of the door. The sound of sobs stops and he hears Namjoon shuffle around the room. Jin knows that he is probably fixing his hair and washing his face. Trying to hide the evidence that he has been crying, but Jin would know anyway. He is one of the few people outside of Namjoon’s family who is privy to his secret worries, fears and as a result tears. For this reason he is certain that the sobs are Namjoon’s. He is the only person outside of Namjoon’s own family that is allowed to see Namjoon cry.
“Joonie? It’s only me. It’s Seokjin.” the words are a little louder than he meant. Dangerous. A quick look over the corridor assures him that their secret remains safe.
He hears the metallic slide of the chain lock on the inside of the door opening and he fumbles about with the key card in his hand until it finally makes contact with the specialised scanner. Resting his fingers on the the handle of the door Jin opens the door as quickly as possible. The greeting is given by a messy haired Namjoon, who has a trail of snot travelling from his nose to his cupid’s bow. It’s slightly sickening, but Jin’s stomach tightens at how helpless he looks. So lost. So adorable.
There is no words needed. Jin simply opens his arms and they are filled with a sobbing mess. The position is awkward. Pinned against the door by Namjoon’s larger frame with the carved protrusions digging into his shoulder blades. Despite his height, Namjoon has wrapped himself around Jin like a koala wraps around a tree branch. His head rests on Jin’s shoulders and both of their bodies shudder with the force of his massive sobs. Running his fingers through Namjoon’s hair, pressing kisses to the top of Namjoon’s head while taking in the soft smell of the jasmine infused conditioner that he insists on using slightly calms them both. The sobs no longer sound as though they are on the verge of tearing Namjoon’s lungs from their bony armour. It’s not calm, but it’s something at least.
The position is too difficult to maintain, Namjoon’s weight and the hardness of the door robbing Jin of his ability to inhale. So he slides his hands to Namjoon’s shoulders; cupping the curve of them in his palms and pushing gently until Namjoon takes the hint. They move awkwardly, eyes trained on their feet like a pair of teens dancing their first waltz. Jin twirls them around low lying coffee tables and a questionably coloured couch until the music of shuffling feet halts as Namjoon falls backwards onto the middle of the large bed in the centre of the room.
Pink hair fans over the nest of white blankets and pillows that Namjoon has constructed during in his storm of tears. It’s a stunning sight, the darkness of Namjoon’s stage clothes contrasting with the purity of the bed sheets around him. The air thickens and Jin feels as though he falls onto Namjoon in slow motion, too absorbed in the beauty of his lover to even notice that he is descending.
Shuffling around Jin manages to arrange them so they are both lying on their sides before pulling Namjoon into his arms. Dragging him so close that their legs tangle and there is no way to tell where one of their bodies ends and the other begins. Namjoon’s body is strong where his own is soft. Jin’s body gives where the sharp angles of Namjoon’s bony limbs press into it. A perfect matrimony. Two bodies created for each other. A subtle, romantic kind of beautiful.
“You’re beautiful Namjoon. Don’t ever think otherwise.” Jin sighs out as he presses their lips together. Grabbing at Namjoon’s hips that are padded by muscle with greedy hands. Nails sinking into the material covering the warm flesh. It’s selfish but at the same time entirely selfless, offering both of them endless comfort as he shifts a hand to run his fingers through Namjoon’s bleach damaged hair.
The sound of their chaste kisses fills the room, mixing with the sounds of shifting material. Heat slips into Seokjin’s blood, racing down to his manhood as Namjoon grips his shoulders pushing and pulling on them so that Seokjin eventually lays on top of him. Perplexed for a moment he looks down at Namjoon’s flushed cheeks. Namjoon stares up at him with tears in his eyes. Leaning down he connects their lips again, inserting his slightly dry tongue and traces the pathways that have been left untravelled for months.
Namjoon tastes likes strawberry and mint from the gum he chews to keep up a good amount of saliva between schedules and recordings. There’s a taste underlying it that is unique to Namjoon. Spicy and fiery and a little like butterscotch. They kiss until air runs out, then for a moment longer. Pulling away from Namjoon’s spit slick lips Jin slides kisses along Namjoon’s cheeks, bringing his hands to the buttons of Namjoon’s shirt. Fingers shaking with adrenaline, he fumbles for a moment; the tiny disk of plastic sliding from between his sweaty fingertips. The first button finally slides open and the rest quickly follow. Jin marvels at the smooth skin that is revealed as the material slowly slides off.
“Do you want to bottom tonight?" he whispers.
This is Jin's favourite part of situations like this. He enjoys watching Namjoon's face go from slightly angry and stubborn to thoughtful and then finally landing on a slightly teary puppy dog eyed look.
"Please look after me, Hyung." Namjoon sighs out.
Oh how Jin loves moments like this. Moments where Namjoon let's go off all the stress and tension that he holds within his body and falls backwards into the pillows, allowing him to do whatever it is that he wants to him.
"Of course, baby boy. You know I love you so very much." he coos and his heart aches in that pleasant way that it so often does when Namjoon smiles at him.
Jin presses his head into the curve of Namjoon's neck and presses gentle pecks against it. Slight vibrations against his lips tell him that Namjoon is giggling and so he slides his hands up under the back of the open button up, sliding it off of his lover. How anyone could call Namjoon ugly is beyond his imagination.
He is so beautiful.
He trails his eyes down the exposed skin and smirks as Namjoon blushes, covering his face with hands. Lifting his hands from where they are sitting on Namjoon's chest Jin gently pries the long fingers away his blushing red cheeks. Namjoon is so self-conscious when he is bottoming but Jin can’t help but think that the small moans and crinkles of his nose when something feels good are absolutely adorable.
As expected, Namjoon resists Jin’s attempts to remove his hands but, Seokjin is patient. Working to pry the fingers away while murmuring sweet words. The long fingers slide away from his Namjoon’s face slowly, millimetre by millimetre until they rested palm up on the pillow allowing Jin to entwine their fingers. Lifting Namjoon’s hand that is tangled with his own, Jin presses kisses to the tips of each finger, then to the smooth skin of their backs.
“You have such pretty hands…” Jin croons as he presses a final kiss to the bandage wrapped around Namjoon’s fingers.
Releasing Namjoon’s hands, Jin slides his hands over Namjoon’s shoulders, pulling the open shirt away from his body and throwing it to a nondescript corner of the room. Trailing his lips from the corner of Namjoon’s mouth to the space where Namjoon’s dimple would reside if he was fully smiling. Then he trails over the smooth expanse of Namjoon’s cheek to the beginnings of Namjoon’s jaw line. Tilting his head down to press chaste kisses to Namjoon’s neck, following the line of the tendons as he grips tightly at Namjoon’s hips.
He moves his kisses downwards as his fingers amble towards Namjoon’s nipples. Jin leisurely circles the brownish pink areolas, teasing them until the tip perks from the sensation. Brushing his thumbs over them Jin moves his lips and runs his tongue over dip in Namjoon’s pectoral muscles before suckling at a nipple. Namjoon’s spine arches and he lets out a high pitched keen, hands flying up to grip his hair in an iron grip. Jin allows his hands to trail down to the ass that he spends so long admiring but barely ever gets the pleasure of touching.
He kneads at Namjoon ass as the younger grips even tighter to hold him in place. The desperation in Namjoon’s grasp makes Jin chuckle while Namjoon writhes under him.
"Don't laugh at me Hyung!" Namjoon whines, but Jin hushes him by pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.
"Oh my precious Baby. I'm just amused by how cute you are. It's so beautiful and perfect." He gropes at Namjoon's ass again. "I'm so glad that I get to have you all to myself." the words take on a darker aspect, nearly a growl. He’s feeling possessive, this beauty all in his hands. All his.
His fingers press tighter into the taut muscle that makes up Namjoon’s ass.
Namjoon pouts and the image is so sweet that Jin can't help but caress his cheek before pressing a kiss to his large lower lip.
"You know Sweetheart, they say that the best couples can laugh when they're together." Insecurity flashes across Namjoon's face before a breathtaking smile emerges, bringing with it the deep pits of Namjoon’s dimples.
He rubs and caresses the biceps that he loved to watch flex when his lover was rapping, leaning forwards so his lips brush against Namjoon’s ear.
"God I fucking love your arms Joon." he whispers.
Jin slides his hands down to his wrists, leaning in to kiss his lover’s lips. Plush lips open under his own and he slides his tongue along where they part, teasing the petals open and pressing his tongue in so that their slick muscles can dance together. He slides his hands down Namjoon’s chest, dragging them downward until his fingers curl into the waistband of Namjoon’s pants. There is no belt to speak of but the faux leather pants are so tight that they may as well be painted on. He tugs once, twice, three times in order to break the vacuum like seal that they have on Namjoon’s thighs. Jin slides them to halfway down Namjoon’s thighs as he wriggles and helps Jin to slide them off, taking his boxers with them.
Namjoon’s legs spread further without the restriction of faux leather, presenting his body to Jin. His mouth begins to water at the sight of Namjoon’s erection arching up, with the material of his boxers pulled taut as it struggles to escape from its cloth prison. Pleading eyes stare up at him, filling simultaneously with embarrassment and lust. Giving into Namjoon’s silent pleas he leans down, pressing their lips together in a heady, passionate kiss. Long fingers trail over his chest, popping the buttons before dragging the shirt off and allowing it to slide off to the edge of the bed. Strong arms wrap around him, short nails pressing into his spine as he deepens their kiss.
The hands that are sitting on his back slide downwards until they are flirting with the top edge of his pants. Submissive Namjoon is a Namjoon that is that is unable to voice his desires, possibly more so than a leading Namjoon. It hurts Jin to see Namjoon forget so much about his own desires to focus on others.
“Do you want me to take these off, Joon?” He asks as he places one of his hands on top of Namjoon’s trembling one.
There is a slight nod and Jin gets off of the bed, moving to the side. Relishing the way that Namjoon’s eyes drink in his every movement. Sweat that he has built up from dancing and arousal makes it difficult to get the pants to move at all. He wriggles a little, jolting his erection and getting chuckles from Namjoon but finally the pants slide down his thighs, accidentally dragging his boxers with them.
The moment his pants touch the ground he stalks towards the bed, fully intent on devouring Namjoon completely. Gorging on all of his insecurities until there is none left inside of him and Namjoon could realise that what the people around him were saying is simply empty words. Nothing but the movement of a tongue that forms insubstantial sound waves that peter out and are forgotten as quickly as they are released.
He kneels on the bed, leaning down to press kisses to the sensitive skin of Namjoon’s thighs. As he moves higher and higher the muscles of Namjoon’s thighs tighten under his lips, threatening to snap closed on his head. His hands follow his lips, trailing from the inside of his lover’s knees until they are palming at the clothed bulge between his thighs.
Namjoon sighs above him pressing down into his hand. His hands crawl upward, grabbing at the elastic of Namjoon’s boxers and clawing at it until they slide down his legs, exposing his erection. Mouth watering at the sight, Jin’s lips hastening to follow the path of his hands until the are resting against the skin just to the left of the throbbing organ. Namjoon quivers beneath him, a sweaty palm gripping at his shoulder until it feels like it may break and Jin can resist no longer.
Pressing his lips to the tip of Namjoon’s warm manhood before pulling back and licking the small bead of precum that has attached itself to his lower lip. A choked moan is released from above him and it sounds comparable to what he imagines the choir of heaven to be like. Leaning down again he opens his lips slightly, pressing his tongue against the underside of the warm organ and wrapping his hand around the parts that he has not taken into his mouth. Namjoon moans again, louder this time and Jin opens his mouth a little further, relaxing his tongue to allow Namjoon to press in further.
He slides his tongue along the prominent vein running up the underside of Namjoon’s erection. The motion causes Namjoon to writhe under him, jerking upwards and forcing his glans into his throat, enticing his gag reflex. Jin presses his hand down on the centre of the V-line formed by Namjoon’s muscles to restrain him, pressing a gentle kiss to the warm skin. Taking a deep breath and sliding down further so that his nose was buried in the mound of dark pubic hair.
While swirling his tongue over the sensitive area by the base of Namjoon’s erection, Jin slides his fingers to rub at his perineum causing a stream of precum to flow out and onto his tongue. He groans at the taste, pulling back a little to lap at the slit and drain the pool of bitter precum from it, taking the break to listen to the noises that Namjoon is making.
Namjoon’s breathing is rapid and shallow above him, striking fear into his heart. Anxiety? A panic attack? Yet another little known fact about Namjoon that he had chosen to share with Jin. His anxiety. Immediately he lifts his head away from his lover’s crotch to place a kiss on his belly button before sliding upwards to press a kiss to his forehead.
"You're doing so well Namjoon. Just breathe." he murmurs out, allowing his breath to fan over Namjoon’s face.
Moving his hands to Namjoon's waist Jin rubs circles onto Namjoon’s slightly prominent ribs as he waits for the panicked, ragged breathing to slow. Pressing kisses to his abdomen as he says as many reassuring sweet words as he can think of, praying that he can hold off the worst of the anxiety attack that he knows Namjoon is on the verge of.
"My precious Joon, it's only me. No matter what the world thinks, just remember how perfect you are to me." He croons as he cards his fingers through the sweaty, gel-covered strands of hair.
Namjoon’s breathing slows and Jin is comfortable that his lover is not about to hyperventilate. Pressing a gentle, short kiss onto Namjoon’s lips he reaches over to the bedside table and grabs ahold of the bottle of lube that they left there from the previous night's escapades. He is significantly less co-ordinated than Namjoon when it comes to opening the bottle (he has considerably less practise after all), so he fumbles for a few moments. Giggles fill the room and Jin loves it, loves hearing Namjoon’s joy expressed rather than gently hidden away.
Jin loves when Namjoon lets his emotions go free in front of him because it shows the trust between the two of them. Namjoon trusts Jin with the secret anxious side of himself while Jin trusts Namjoon enough to show him the sides of himself that lack the brazen confidence that he is known for.
He presses a kiss to his lover's lips and presses his lubricated finger in until it is as far as it can go. Namjoon's fingers reach up to curl around his shoulders, digging his nails in to respond to the pain. The warmth of velvet walls feels so nice surrounding his finger. It’s making him impatient. Making him want to drive his finger into Namjoon until he is screaming mess underneath him.
Jin twists and crooks his finger until he rubs against a section of slightly firmer, rounded flesh that makes Namjoon tense on his finger and release a choked moan. He presses in harder, rubbing that spot a little more as he presses soothing kisses to the centre of his thrashing boyfriend's chest. Namjoon's chest is rising and falling fast. Meeting his lips when he lifts them away.
The tight clench of muscle loosens a little and Jin takes it as a prompt to slide another finger. Namjoon’s nails press deeper into his shoulder as he lets out a small pained noise. Jin caresses his lovers arm, nuzzling into Namjoon's shoulder and taking in his smell.
"You're doing so well, Namjoon. Just relax for me." He whispers, breathing against the sweaty skin.
It takes a few moments, but the tight clench that is preventing his fingers from moving is released allowing Jin to slide his fingers in and out slowly. Spreads his fingers a little to open up the walls and to rub over the sensitive areas. Namjoon twists and turns below him trying to force his fingers deeper. Jin puts more force into his thrusts in an attempt to appease him, but the position is awkward and making his arm cramp. Halting the motion for a moment, sliding his fingers out causes Namjoon to stare at him in confusion for a moment.
“Pass me a pillow.” He demands, pressing a kiss to Namjoon’s pouty lips.
Namjoon is annoyed with him, frowning cutely as he grabs one of the pillows and passes it to him. Jin lifts Namjoon’s hips with one hand and slides the pillow under with the other. Then he slides his fingers back into place, a third joining them when Namjoon lets out a loud moan.
He drags his fingers in and out slowly, opening them like the blossoming petals of a flower in order to loosen the tight space. Presses and prods at all the sensitive places he finds in his journey, bringing his other hand to rub at the leaking erection. It twitches in his hand as Namjoon bucks and twists for more contact. Precum slides over his fingers, wetting them as Namjoon clenches sporadically around his fingers. So he slides his fingers out, to avoid causing Namjoon releasing prematurely.
Namjoon lets out a startled noise above him.
“Why?” He whines.
Jin’s eyes soften. Maybe he should stop here. Finger fuck Namjoon to completion and then jack himself off to the sight of a debauched, fucked out Namjoon.
“We can’t have you cumming so early sweetheart.” He croons, wiping his hands on the sheets before gathering Namjoon into his arms.
"Oh. So it's not because you don't like me?" Namjoon says quietly.
There are tears in Namjoon's eyes and Jin can't bear to see them so he leans down to kiss him. With each move of their lips Jin feels Namjoon's chest heave until it crashes into his own. Namjoon is forgetting to breathe. It is obvious in the deep, heavy breaths that he is taking. Jin does not want to pull away from Namjoon's slick lips but it is more important to him that Namjoon does not get too lost in his anxiety.
So he pulls away.
"Babe, I want you to take some nice deep breaths for me. Don't panic. I'm here for you." It takes a moment but Namjoon's fingers wrap around his forearms, gripping so hard that he knows it will bruise later. A submissive Namjoon is one who is open and vulnerable to his anxiety issues.
Jin forces Namjoon to meet his eyes, staring deep into them.
"In and out with me little one." he grits his teeth as Namjoon’s nails dig into his forearm.
It takes a few minutes, but Namjoon breaths become more regular and Jin is assured that they have cooled off enough so as not to blow their load the moment he slides into him. Guiding Namjoon's arms so that they wrap around his back before he reapplies lube to his fingers. The slick fingers are placed at the loosened hole, beckoning forth a complacent pout from Namjoon.
"I want you… In me… Your dick not your fingers…" he whines.
An upset, demanding, childish Namjoon is such an adorable yet rare sight that it makes Jin coo and rub their noses together.
"But Sweetie… if we do it like that, it's going to hurt." A thoughtful expression crosses Namjoon's face and Jin takes advantage of the silence to continue. "I don't want to hurt you. You're far too perfect for that, Namjoon."
"I just want you to fuck me. Please Seokjin." Namjoon begging is his weakness. Forever has been and forever will be. Namjoon thrusts an open condom wrapper in his hands and Jin slowly grasps the tip and rolls it down over his erection. Then he squirts some lube into his hand and guides it to his erection hissing as the slightly cold fluid covers his erection. It is the first stimulation that he has had all night and he loses himself in the sensation for a while, jacking himself off until Namjoon's hand covers his own to halt his actions.
Namjoon knows exactly how to touch him, twisting his wrist at just the right moment and rubbing against spots that have white filling Jin’s vision. Jin is not innocent to what Namjoon is doing, so he gathers all the scattered pieces of his self-control and removes the long fingers from his erection. Today is about pleasuring Namjoon. Not letting Namjoon pleasure and look after him.
For a moment Seokjin wonders if he should flip Namjoon over. It would definitely be easier for him to hit deeper. Possibly more comfortable for them both in the long run. Seokjin is more selfish than he cares to admit to though. Just this once, he’ll take the ability to see Namjoon’s lips falling open and his nose crumpling and his eyes squeezing shut tightly. Take the opportunity to completely drink in Namjoon’s beauty.
He places a hand on Namjoon’s waist,his other hand holding his erection steady in order to guide it forwards. It takes a moment for the sphincter to relax and allow the tip of his penis to slide inwards. Namjoon’s lips part in silent pleasure and Jin presses a kiss against his chin before taking his full lower lip between his teeth and suckling on it.
It is a slow slide, Jin putting every ounce of control he has into forcing himself not to jam himself in. Pressing more weight through his hips in slow increments he sloppily kisses Namjoon, saliva going down both of their chins. One of his hands is twined with Namjoon’s while the other is sitting on his hip. Jin’s knee slips forcing him in faster than he intended. Namjoon’s hands clamour for his shoulders, short nails digging in. Their kiss slows, stopping altogether when Jin finally bottoms out.
Moving his hands to hold Namjoon’s head, Jin uses his palms to cradle the back of his skull while his thumbs trace his delicate cheekbones. The sensation of being inside Namjoon is delicious. Velvety and warm. The effort required to prevent himself from moving makes him shake but he holds still for the sake of Namjoon’s comfort. Namjoon’s eyes slide closed and Jin presses a kiss to each eyelid, smiling at how Namjoon’s nose crinkles from the sensation.
Sweat begins to form on his back, stinging the small cuts formed by the pressure of Namjoon’s nails. It is a welcome distraction from the overwhelming desire to fuck Namjoon into the mattress. Namjoon’s tongue slithers into his mouth as his legs wrap low on his hips, the added weight pressing him a little deeper and changing the angle of penetration. There is a breathy moan against his sweat slicked lips and he groans, sensations threatening to overcome his already shattering control.
“Move, please. Please, please, pleas-” Namjoon’s begging is cut off when Jin slowly slides his hips back. The drag is so, so slow and Namjoon so, so tight that he can feel each ridge of smooth muscle. It takes every fibre in his body to not simply shove back in and thrust madly, chasing his own release with no regard for Namjoon. He forces himself to slide back in slowly until he is once again buried to the hilt, establishing a slow constant rhythm that leaves them both wanting more.
Namjoon’s face is one of ecstasy. Thrown back, eyes clenched shut, swollen lips parted to allow air through. Jin wishes that he had the foresight to grab a camera or that he was blessed with a photographic memory so that he can freeze this moment forever. If he had a photo he could share it to the world, prove them all wrong about Namjoon. He could show it Namjoon, prove to his beautiful, worried lover that he really is stunning in every single way.
“Fuck, Babe. You’re taking me so fucking well.” He says, pressing kisses to Namjoon’s neck as he increases the speed of his thrusts.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this. All spread out for me.” Jin purrs and Namjoon’s legs tighten around his waist, pressing so hard that he can feel his hips creaking.
The sound of skin colliding fills the room as Jin increases the pace of his thrusts. He is sweating from exertion, sweat pouring down his back in rivulets. Namjoon’s limbs wrap tighter around him with each thrust, nose crumpling cutely when he hits a good spot.
“You’re hole is so tight, Baby. It’s perfect.” Jin gasps, desperate for air that seems to be in such short, short supply. Arching up, eyes droopy with pleasure, Namjoon releases short, sharp breaths beside his ear.
“You’re perfect Namjoon. My perfect Little Boy.” Now Namjoon’s moans increase in volume and Jin just thrusts harder. The sounds emerging from their two bodies are obscene. Skin clashing with skin, lube and precum slquelching with each fast, but deep thrust.
“You’re taking me so well, Babe. So, so-” Namjoon clenches around him and moans the loudest the he has at any point so far. The sensation sends Jin reeling. He loses track of his place in his sentence. Loses track of visual input as white and black fill his vision. His rhythm begins to stutter and he presses harder, Namjoon’s legs loosening around his waist with each thrust.
Jin shifts his hands to cup Namjoon’s ass, lifting him and pressing him closer, forcing himself deeper. Namjoon falls silent as he begins to thrust with abandon. The fingers clenching at his shoulders slip and Jin stares at the way that Namjoon’s long fingers curl into the sheets, gripping them so tightly he is worried that they will rip.
“Fuck Namjoon. You’re so fucking tight. So fucking good for me.” he barely manages to breath out the words.
He reaches around, wrapping his fingers around the warm slightly wet skin of Namjoon’s erection and jerking it in erratic motions. The warm slick cavern tightens around him and he begins to rut shallowly into the ever tightening space.
“Fucking hell Joon. You’re so fucking good for me. You’re perfect.” He groans out.
Namjoon tightens one more time before suddenly his erection twitches in his hand and his eyes shoot open. Jin’s thrusts stutter, becoming little more than ruts as their eyes meet. It is as though time freezes for a moment, Namjoon and himself held on the very edge of falling into the sea of pleasure for the cliff that they are clinging to.
“Cum for me, babe. You’ve done so well.” he coos.
Namjoon’s body curves upwards into Jin’s own as a stream of white cum is sent upwards before curving downwards onto his hand. The beautiful image of Namjoon allowing himself to be free from the chains that he binds himself in combines with all the sensations, bubbling up through him. Jin releases with a gasp, burying his head in the crook of Namjoon’s neck and biting down on the tight muscles. They move together, mutually milking their orgasms and enjoying the feelings of becoming one being. A mass of quivering ecstasy.
Namjoon finally stops clenching around him as the flow of cum halts. Sighing as the last stream of cum is released Jin pulls Namjoon close. He knows he should pull out, but he wants to stay inside of Namjoon, as one for just a few moments longer. Jin thinks Namjoon is amazingly good looking normally, but fucked out with a smile on his face that draws out his elusive dimples he is simply ethereal.
Oversensitivity quickly becomes an issue and so he reluctantly pulls out, pressing a kiss to Namjoon’s lips. Now that he is not overwhelmed Namjoon’s limbs tighten around him and Jin smiles wrapping his arms around his torso.
“Feeling better, Joon?” He asks, voice husky with overuse. There is no verbal reply, simply a nod. Namjoon presses against Jin rolling them onto their sides and burying his head into his chest. They lay silently for a few moments, Jin pressing kisses to Namjoon’s head.
“Thank you… Jin…I love you...” Namjoon mumbles out before his arms loosen slightly and a slight snore emerges.
“Love you too, Joon.” Jin whispers, looking down at the peaceful face.
Somedays, Namjoon needs to know that he is loved even if it means letting go of his dominant image.
Besides, Jin thinks as Namjoon’s breaths lull him to sleep.
What the world doesn’t know won’t hurt them anyway.