Namjin

PART 11: NAMJIN

And his lips...they were amazing. Fuller than he had imagined.

But the feeling is only brief, because within a second Jin has pulled back.

Namjoon eagerly follows Jin's mouth as it parts his, yearning more. Jin chuckles lightly but his face is clearly red.

He blushes and huffs faintly feeling slightly humiliated.

"Sorry Joonie," Jin says before his lips are firmly clamped onto Namjoon's again.

Jin feels the wet heat from his lips along with the saltiness from his drying tears engulf his whole body.

The kiss begins to deepen and Namjoon groans into it, making him feel a small bit embarrassed. But Jin moans too and teases his mouth open with his tongue, and Namjoon gets over the initial embarrassment immediately and melts into him.

Their tongues are out of sync and clumsily lap at each other. Jin's hands roam down Namjoon's spine causing a moan to reverberate deeply through both of their bodies.

Jin's hands clamp onto his waist positioning him onto his lap so that he's straddling him.

Namjoon moans at the new position and grinds down involuntarily onto Jin's obvious erection.

Jin's head keens back as he moans heavily into the stifling room. Namjoon watches him momentarily in awe and starts kissing down his neck lightly. "Ah- Joonie... Yes... More..." Jin moans into his ear putting Namjoon on edge.

He almost expertly twists the sensitive skin on his neck between his teeth, sucking at it. Jin's hands which were trailing down his back, stop at his ass, squeezing it and dragging it down to meet his own hips.

They moan collectively and Namjoon pants hot air into Jin's neck. Causing Jin to shudder, which makes Namjoon shudder equally and they make eye contact.

Jin's lips look twice as swollen and his eyes are bright, alive, the best Namjoon's ever seen them. He drinks in the sight and then reattaches their lips.

The heat pooling in his stomach drives him crazy and Jin's lips intoxicate him.

Jin's grip on Namjoon's ass doesn't falter and he flips him down, his back on the couch.

Jin leans over Namjoon. He uses one hand to stabilise himself and the other one strokes his hipbone affectionately, and Namjoon thinks it should be illegal the way he kisses and sucks at his neck with his sinfully thick lips.

"Ah- yes... Fuck," Namjoon moans.

Jin lowers his crotch down to meet Namjoon's, and Namjoon lifts himself up to him trying desperately to create friction.

"Holy shit- Jin," his voice comes out raspy and it makes Jin want to take him right there, but instead he lifts his shirt off and assists Namjoon with his.

He kisses down Namjoon's lean stomach, almost down to his clothed crotch area, then he snaps back up to his chest, sucking at his nipples, swirling his tongue persistently.

"Jin...Ah- Hyung,"

He can't hold his composure anymore, though that became apparent since their initial kiss .

"Jin- please," he almost begs. Jin hesitantly pulls on the edge of Namjoon's sweatpants, and looks back up at him.

Namjoon gives a slight nod and shuts his eyes. He feels vulnerable, but he knows that he can trust Jin.

When Jin begins to slowly stroke his cock all other thoughts evaporate from his mind, though that may be because of the rising temperature in the room.