Fresh Junior Kim Seokjin transferred into the new school. Head Boy Namjoon Feels his blood boiling every time he sees this new boy, at least that's what he says to his boyfriend Min Yoongi. But is there any chemistry or Is something possible?
The bell startled him. "Shoot, I'm going crazy here," Namjoon mumbled under his breath. He rushed to the door and pulled Jin inside by the front of his shirt.
Jin gasped in surprise as Joon jumped him the moment they were inside and the door closed behind them. He almost dropped the thermal bag. Namjoon grabbed it from his hand, dashed to the refrigerator stuffed it in there, and then turned toward him with a wild look in his eyes.
Cautiously, he placed his shoulder bag on the floor by the door. "Um, are we in a hurry?" he asked, fairly alarmed. "Don't talk," Joon warned him and then grabbed him again, making him stumble toward the sofa in the living room.
His shirt, which he had painstakingly ironed during the afternoon, was pulled out of his pants as Namjoon climbed on top of him. He was sure his moans were anything but flattering, but he couldn't help it. His mouth was being devoured by hungry lips and teeth.
A bit stupidly, he thought of how he had been right to suggest cooking something to stave off their hunger first since his host appeared to be quite famished. Whatever Joon had, Jin matched it. A good diagnosis would be fever because their bodies felt so hot wherever they touched.
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It took little effort to push their pants down, and soon they were humping, cock against cock, right there on the sofa. Any thought of reasoning with Namjoon was gone from his mind. All that mattered was that skin-on-skin friction that promised they wouldn't last long.
As engrossed as he had been with all the preparations for their special night, Jin had forgotten how he should have taken care of other things, like not behaving like a horny dog the moment he was in the other's presence. At least Namjoon was just as much into it as he was, which was a bit of consolation.
"Fuck, this feels so good," Namjoon whispered and adjusted his position to grab both their cocks and rub them together fast. Jin couldn't manage any words at his point. The only thing he could do was to straighten himself up on his elbows so that he could stare helplessly at how Namjoon was handling both of their cocks.
The heads were glistening now, and they were providing enough lubrication to make the handjob feel fantastic. He watched in disbelief as the peak of his passion overtook him, and his cock erupted like a fountain. Namjoon followed shortly thereafter, making their cum mingle, rope after beautiful rope of white.
He collapsed on his back with a groan, and Namjoon landed on top of him. "I think you can start cooking now." "Thank you," Jin mumbled.
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"Just give me five minutes or so." Namjoon shifted to find a more comfortable position, settling his head against the crook of Jin's shoulder. He hadn't planned to jump Jin's bones the moment he had come through the door, but he wasn't surprised at all by his actions.
After all, this guy was making him reconsider everything he knew about himself, and he needed to pay the price for it. Preferably, with his hot sexy body. After a short trip to the bathroom to clean themselves, they were now supposedly following through with the initial plan, which meant that Namjoon was watching Jin as he placed something inside the oven and got busy with a sauce that smelled like it had to be something gods had on their table on special occasions.
He didn't dare to say a thing, settling for watching the other, his eyes at half-mast, still feeling pleasantly spent after they had humped each other like dogs only a little earlier. "I had no idea if you had wine glasses, so I brought two," Jin explained.
