𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 / 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐈𝐍

Chapter Sixteen

The moment they kissed, it felt so familiar as if they had already done it before. Namjoon's lips felt so smooth and tender, like red petals of the most beautiful rose. And god, you can imagine, just how hard he had lost himself in it. The only thing lingering in his mind was the fact that he was sharing the most intimate moment with someone he admired for so long. It was a dream come true.

Namjoon had lost himself too. His body felt numb as he let the younger lead the kiss. He couldn't open his eyes, his breaths came out in gasps, he couldn't do anything. As their kiss became more passionate, Seokjin's orbs changed from hazel to a pallete of a deep brown. Lust. It could be felt in the air.

Namjoon managed to lose himself in the sensation, his breathing quickening with purpose as Seokjin's hand clenched his wrists beside his head. He tried to muffle his moans slightly but without succession.

After what felt like an exquisite, torturous eternity, Seokjin finally couldn't wait any longer. Namjoon's clothes were off in a second that Namjoon himself was shocked by how fast he undressed him. Seokjin's hands were all over the others body, and he had to fight the urge not to use his fingernails to dig into the smooth skin. One of his hands grazed over his chest, alternating between squeezing and rubbing circles against the nipple. And the other hand had bent up one of his legs so he could reach the sole of his foot.

He was giving it the most delicious massage he'd ever experienced. Which, when combined with his mouth moving skillfully between his free nipple and his belly, sent Namjoon into agonized erotic urgency. Seokjin couldn't remember ever being this aroused before. And Namjoon showed no signs of slowing or stopping either.

Namjoom arched up involuntarily as pleasure tingled from his touch and coalesced at his growing arousal. Realizing he was panting heavily, he tried to take a few more slow breaths.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah," he admitted hoarsely, arching up again as Seokjin twirled both of his nipples between his fingers and thumbs. "It feels really good."Seokjin continued his caresses, kissing and stroking his nipples, and sometimes shifting up to his throat or down to his stomach. He was pinching his nipples with both hands and had his mouth on his belly when Namjoon's hands flew down of their own accord to settle on his head. Making sure not to use his fingernails, he stroked the tight skin of his scalp, amazed by how smooth it felt.

The smooth sensations on his fingertips intensified the other growing sensations in his body. When he unconsciously started pushing his head lower, instinctively wanting him farther down, Seokjin lifted up. "Ready?" he asked softly. But he looked nothing like a soft guy. He could devour him in a moment.

After making sure he had his fingers covered in saliva, Seokjin wasted no time slipping two fingers inside of him. As soon as the sensations had swelled up, Namjoon had started his frantic panting again. But now he made himself inhale as slowly as he could, pushing down against the mattress with his feet. Then he exhaled, feeling a sudden, intense surge of pleasure as some of his muscles relaxed.

Suddenly understanding the purpose of the breathing, Namjoon focused on it even more, allowing the growing sensations from Seokjin's fimgers to take care of themselves.
He breathed deeply several more times, and on each exhale the pleasure leapt forward.

"Good," Seokjin murmured, sliding his fingers in and out, stretching him well. His fingers sustained a steady, stroking rhythm in his in his wet passage. "That's perfect. Breathe one more time." Namjoon breathed in and felt all the carnal tension at its breaking point. He breathed out and the tension finally broke.

Seokjin took it as a sign and undid his belt before pushing his pants together with his underwear down to his ankles and kicked them off to the floor. He got in between his legs again and casually spit onto his cock from above, before guiding himself at his entrance. He took a last look at Namjoon who stared at him with his lips parted, his face flushed with sweat all over his forehead and cheeks and he twitched too hard before sliding himself inside.

They gasped in union.

Namjoon arched his back dramatically as he fisted the bed sheets. Seokjin helped him adjust his legs, bending them up on either side of his hips. Then he braced himself on straightened arms and started to thrust.
For some reason, the squeaking of the bed-the audible result of their carnal motion-gave him silly jolts of pride and pleasure.

After only a couple of minutes, Namjoon's pulse began to race and he felt overwhelmed with waves of heat. His steady rocking beneath him became more urgent and clumsy as the deep pressure of his arousal began to tighten into a delicious knot. Seokjin's eyes were focused and unreadable, but Namjoon thought he could see his features begin to tense up a little. That tiny evidence of physical response made Namjoon clench around his cock.

He grunted when he did and jerked his head to the side. His steady thrusting speeded up but never faltered. He'd moved his hands unconsciously down to his ass, and he could feel the firm muscles there clenching and unclenching with each pitch of his hips. Namjoon began to shake as the erotic pressure got deeper and deeper at her center. He writhed beneath him, desperate for it to finally break.

"You're about to come, Namjoon," Seokjin murmured hoarsely. "Try not to clench up like that."

He gave a soft, tiny sob as his body twisted. "I can't. Help."

Seokjin shifted his weight onto one hand. He adjusted his legs again, pushing them up even farther. Then he pulled up enough to squeeze his free hand down between their bodies so he could find and pump his crotch.

Namjoon's orgasm broke at the first pull of his hand. His cry of pleasure and relief was no more than a raspy exhale, but his whole body shook and jerked beneath him as the spasms sliced through him.

Seokjin slowed his thrusts, pushing deliciously against his contractions until his body had ridden out the pleasure. Then he asked, "You ready for me to come too?"

"Yeah," he gasped, flushed and sated by his hard climax. "Yeah."

He felt incredibly tight as he pumped into him with a fast, choppy rhythm. He squeezed around his cock the best he could and dug his fingers into his shoulders.

It didn't take him nearly as long to come and he watched as the tension cracked on his face and a blaze of pleasure flared up in his eyes. He let out a choked sound and then a thick exhale as his body finally let go.

There was something deliciously hot and soft about his body after he came. Namjoon felt it under his hands and between his legs. He only had a few seconds to enjoy it, however, because he pulled off and out of him almost immediately. Seokjin panted loudly as he got up and rushed to the bathroom to clean himself, leaving Namjoon laying there on his own and thinking about what just had happened.

How.. How the hell did this escalate so quick? How did they go from just talking to having sex? Was he doing the right thing or making the biggest mistake of his life? Realizing he was over thinking again, Namjoon sighed and pushed himself up a little, feeling sore as he sat up.

When Seokjin returned, he pulled on his silk boxers and stretched out beside him, obviously realizing he wasn't through with him yet. He turned his head and smiled at him. "How was it?"

Namjoon blushed, looking away. He didn't say anything, making Seokjin giggle. "I don't know about you, but I feel way better." He said, exaggerating the way word a little. "I really hope I didn't force you into this."

Namjoon shook his head and sighed again. That was point. Namjoon wanted it. He took a glance at Seokjin who was sprung out only in his underwear, his body almost shining under the moonlight. He tried to get up but winced in pain as he put more pressure onto his lower part. Seokjin looked concerned for him. He got up and walked over to his side. He wrapped his hand around his elbow and helped him get up slowly but Namjoon pulled away.

"I can go myself."

"Are you sure?" After receiving a nod, Seokjin smiled. "Okay, take care of yourself. I will put the movie on and have my own food, I'm actually starving like I haven't eaten in two days."

Namjoon rolled his eyes and left the room. Seokjin chuckled to himself and threw himself down on the bed on his back. Staring at the ceiling, he could feel tears building up into his eyes as his vision became blurry. He smiled widely, trying to fight it back but before he knew it, he was sobbing, his hands roaming all over his face to muffle the sounds.

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