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: : 3rd pov

The dainty male fiddled with the hem of his fannel, feeling a little jittery about the thought which pitched on his mind, he wants to try something new on the bed today with his husband but he doesn't know about his husband's perspective on this. they always went for sensual and passionate, it isn't like he hated them either but he had a thing for their rough nights, where he would feel drunken under the spell of lust, forgetting his own name and wail his husband's submissively. 

He wants to have roleplay with his husband today, something jimin had suggested to him playfully but it ended up tugging on namjoon's mind. He bite his lower lips, sealing them with his pearl white teeth and sauntered to his husband's office room. He knocked on the wooden surface lightly, trying not to interfere seokjin's doings. A faint 'come in' chimed his ears, a wave of goosebumps flattering his skin as he invaded the room, a strong musky scent and caffeine scent filling him.

His cheeks slowly crimsoned as he thought of the notion he has been keeping on his mind, he sat on seokjin's lap and fiddled with the so called male's sleeve nervously, seokjin of course knew this was an indication of persuation. "What's on your mind baby?" he chuckled, he loved when namjoon became all shy and coy. "I h-have something on my mind....but promise me you won't laugh at me!" he warned, with a pout resting on his lips seokjin hummed, head bobbing intuitively. 

"I have something on my mind to try on our bed...." he mumbled, seokjin grinned. "Of course what's on your mind?" he asked a smudge smirk resting on the corner of his lips, as his tongue moistened his lips by swiping across it, eyes lurking over namjoon's figurine which was beautifully clad in a red flannel, with nothing underneath except a short boxer brief. 

"R-roleplay maybe?" seokjin could feel the adrenaline rush in an instant as namjoon mouthed the words, he has always been soft and delicate to namjoon when it came to their sexual life due to his reluctancy, he didn't know how much the male can handle and how rough it should be so he kept his own boundaries, namjoon on the other side was oblivion of how much of kinkiness seokjin had in him, the things he could do to namjoon.... 

"What role play you have on your mind?" he asked, hands sneaking on namjoon's tanned thick thigs caressing it softly, his pants slowly began bludging and plumming up under the confined space.

"M-mafia and m-maid maybe?" namjoon was crimson at this point, cause he had no ideas on role plays but this was what jimin had suggested to him so he went on it. "I love the sound.... Do you have the things?" seokjin's adam apple heaved up and down as namjoon nodded. "Get ready on the bed, ill be there in a few" he muttered, namjoon skipped out of seokjin's office, ass jinggling at each skip. Seokjin groaned, lurking over the tented pants...he isn't going to go easy on namjoon today and that's for sure. He opened his drawer and pulled out something important, and walked into their bedroom. 

His phallus twitched in his pants as he saw namjoon's outfit, god the things he want to do to namjoon right now. Namjoon had his cute maid gown which cladded his figurine like a dime piece, his ass perky out showing its curves over the tight chiffon, a black bow resting on the v-line of his neck and a satin chocker above it, a cute flower headband on his head, he looked so...fuckable for seokjin. "You okay if i use sum words and go rough you know...for the role play" namjoon nodded in consent. 

"Ma-master" namjoon shrieked with a tiny bow, seokjin loved where is this going, he kept on a stoic face and sat on the couch in their bedroom, "Clean the mess over here" he ordered willingly pouring a glass of water on the floor, namjoon took a rag and bent down, allowing seokjin to have a clearer view of his pulsing hole. "Fuck" seokjin cursed, and palmed himself through his pants, namjoon moaned internally at the sight he got from his peripheral vision. Seokjin stopped his deeds as namjoon flipped over to him, now in a kneeling position.