Just For A Few Days (Namkook)

Chapter 18: "Slow down" (M)

The black window provided sufficient privacy to the men partaking in the erotic act. Hunger accumulated at the depth of his soul was raised till the periphery when Jungkook presented himself to that starved entity. A passionate lip lock steadily turned into sucking and biting session as Namjoon couldn't get enough of the pillowy lips in between his teeth. The force of the suction increased as Jungkook's hands clenched on the towering man's biceps.

Namjoon's hands pulled down the younger's pants and proceeded to lift up the t-shirt. Letting go of his favourite pair of lips, his mouth pounced on the peeking collarbones of Jungkook that fell prey to the monstrous teeth, only difference being the prey deliberately stepping on the trap.

"Go slow please!" Jungkook's begging reached the ears of the elder who licked on the marks that he just made on the former's body. As the t-shirt got pulled up loosing the contact with Jungkook's body, Namjoon held him by the hips that still had the boxers on and started kissing on the nipples providing pleasure to both alternately.

With the left one in mouth, Namjoon kept squeezing the rounds of the younger's hips to hear his name in the seductive muffled voice that he is used to but the disappointment of not receiving it resulted in a bite on the right nipple. This ultimately got him the reward he was waiting for.

"Namjoon, slow down." The fatigue pitch in the most pleasing voice caused the impulsion of licking over the areolar skin in order to produce a cooling sensation after the harsh bites. Jungkook's grip on Namjoon's biceps got loosened at the mix of painfully pleasurable touch of the elder.

Last few days have been hectic and this little break seems to have cleansing power that took Jungkook to cloud nine in the arms of the man he has longed to see. This attention makes him feel prepared for facing a new day, a new journey even if the road isn't smooth. His hands got curled up and thrown on either sides at the highly stimulated contact of the elder man's lips against the most sensitive part of his body.

Due to the discomfort of the smaller space for the taller bodies, Namjoon sat on seat picking up Jungkook on his lap. This gave him easier access to devour on the beautifully reddened chest of the other. He didn't feel the pain of Jungkook's nails scratching on his nape as he was too intoxicated to think straight.

As his mouth reached the tummy, his lips started uncovering the small abs along with pleasing the teeth with the soft epidermis. The submissive body got raised up a little for making the tongue come to a halt as it took a dip into the belly button. The body balance of the younger was solely relying on the large rough hands that incurved the sides of his waist. His eyes were closed and hands now circling Namjoon's head.

"You're tickling me!"

The only thing Namjoon figured out of the sweet complaint was Jungkook's suggestion to let him go but both are well aware of the fact that Namjoon unleashes the wildest urge at the point of resistance.

Jungkook arched his back in the air with Namjoon's tongue sliding down his lower belly to reach the v-line. Everything about the moment seems surreal. He might have scored an ace in the silent contest with Sa-ra at how he has Namjoon wrapped around his body but right at the moment his body is just thrown at the billionaire's exposure to be engulfed for meeting sexual needs.

On the other hand, Namjoon set all the pessimistic thoughts aside that he was having in the past week watching Jungkook seek comfort in Sehun's embrace. He is just claiming what he feels to be his. Neither Sa-ra nor the divorce drama could snatch away this moment from him. Taehyung's unpleasant warnings were locked in a box and hidden inside a dark room in his head. The only thing that mattered was the seraphic human in his lap.

With last stroke of tongue, Namjoon took off Jungkook's last remaining clothing, the boxers and laid him back on the seat. He unhooked the buckle of his belt and unzipped the trousers before sliding them down. The shirt was still covering his upper body.