Sugar Rush

25 [M]

As soon as the door closed, their bodies crashed into each other. No one could say where Seokjin's lips ended and where Namjoon's started. Their hands roamed onto each other's bodies. Namjoon took off Seokjin's suit jacket with ease and threw it away somewhere in the room. The buttons of the waistcoat came off as well. The heat of the moment was so high that they didn't know when they reached the bed. Seokjin's back of the knee hit the edge of the bed, making him fall on the bed. Namjoon smirked and took off his coat. Seokjin sat back on the bed and pulled Namjoon to himself with Namjoon's tie.

"Someone's impatient." Namjoon chuckled.

Seokjin tilted his head, "Because someone has been going slow."

Namjoon rolled his eyes, "I am not being slow." He leaned down to Seokjin's ears and bit on his ear lobe, "I am just setting the mood."

A shiver ran down Seokjin's spine as he whimpered a little, "I hate the impact you have on me."

Namjoon smirked and went down to his jaw, "I love it when you cry for me." Seokjin was about to deny it but it was cut short by a low moan when Namjoon nipped on his collarbone. This only boosted Namjoon's ego, "Just like that, baby."

The shirt that Seokjin was wearing was gone soon after. When Seokjin tried to get Namjoon's shirt off, Namjoon held both Seokjin's wrists in one hand and held them above Seokjin's head, "You aren't using your hands today." He took something from the bed and slowly raised up a little. He kissed Seokjin's wrists gently before tying them with Seokjin's tie. "Just be a good pillow prince for me today." He said before placing soft kisses across his cheek and then going to his neck.

The moans and whimpers started growing louder as Namjoon went lower. It was like he remembered every single soft spot he found the first time they were like this. When Seokjin felt Namjoon's teeth brush across his nipple, his moan became even louder, "Fuck..." He hissed and sniffled but couldn't make himself lower his hands.

Seokjin hissed when the cold air hit his cock as Namjoon took off his pants and boxers together. Namjoon smirked and lightly palmed it, leaning closer to Seokjin's ears, "Looks like someone is excited. You are already leaking."

Seokjin grunted, "If you don't do something soon, I'll throw you out of the house."

Namjoon scoffed and took his hand off of Seokjin's cock entirely and shrugged, "Try me." When Seokjin glared at him, Namjoon smirked and turned around to go to the wardrobe. "You should really upgrade your threats, hyung." When he came back, he threw the condom packets and lube on the bed and settled between Seokjin's legs, "Your threats aren't even half as scary as you actually look." He loosened his tie, opened a few top bottoms of his shirt and folded the sleeves till the elbow.

Seokjin tilted his head, "You think I am scary?"

Namjoon brushed the pad of his thumb across Seokjin's already bruised nipple, making him whimper, "Not now, that I have seen you like this." He drizzled a copious amount of gel on his fingers before circling it around Seokjin's hole. Seokjin closed his eyes anticipating the burn that followed. No matter how much he would like to deny it, Namjoon's fingers were huge and capable of making him cum untouched.

But before the stretch and pain came, his breath hitched as he felt Namjoon's lips on his. The kiss carried so much passion that Seokjin almost missed the burn that came from Namjoon's finger. Seokjin huffed in the kiss when he felt Namjoon's finger grazing his insides. One finger soon turned to two.

A sudden realisation dawned on Namjoon that Seokjin was completely naked, while he was still dressed. Namjoon felt so powerful watching Seokjin naked under him, shivering due to his small touches, hearing Seokjin moan and whine as he scissored his fingers and curled them occasionally. After a while, he removed his fingers all the way out, making Seokjin whine louder.