Pretty Lips {Namjin}

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Enjoy, my darlings!

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In a matter of minutes, Jin's car had reached its final destination for the day, his house.

Namjoon couldn't quite understand how a person breaking about every law in driving history managed to not get pulled over in the midst of his fit of lust, but seeing the look Seokjin had in his eyes, he didn't really want to ask.

The vehicle drove onto a wide street with several houses littering neatly at the sides of it, and then he turned right and onto his driveway.

The dark night had taken over the sky above the two boys' heads as they made their way through the entrance.

Seokjin's complex was small, but warm and inviting with dim lights sparkling up the atmosphere.

"Welcome to my castle, little prince," the older man welcomed, hoisting Namjoon up to kiss him bridal-style before setting his soled feet back on the laminate.

Namjoon squeaked from his unexpected action before turning to face his boyfriend with a shy giggle, "Thank you, sir knight, for returning with me to your humble abode. May I ask what you have put to mind in doing here?"

Seokjin chuckled at how easy Namjoon had played along with it, "Here is where we may delight ourselves in our wildest of desires and fantasies, my sweet boy."

"All alone? Having the right to abuse the privacy we need is quite thrilling, isn't it?" Namjoon grinned, wiggling his eyebrows mischievously.

Jin laughed loudly, his joyful expression slowly simmering down until he had a firm blank stare set on the younger man, "Very funny, take off your clothes."

"Oh, does Jin hyung want me to do a little show for him?" Namjoon breathed out, peeling the thin fabric of his shirt away from the surface of his torso.

Seokjin gave him an inquisitive glance as he licked his lips, "Sweetheart, do you want me to fuck you against this floor? Because I think that is the better question to ask. I'm so peeved from the fact that you're not writhing in bliss that I'll do what I have to, and if slamming myself into you while my knees burn into the tile from holding myself up is the only way, so be it."

Namjoon widened his eyes in surprise from his burst of confidence, "Fuck, okay. W-Well, I'd prefer a bed over a floor any day."

"Take off your clothes, honey, and then we can get in one." The elder smiled gently before closing the distance between their bodies in a deep kiss, his tongue licking across his lips as he closed his eyes.

"Al-Also, if that's where we're going, why can't I just take them off in your bedroom?" Namjoon queried, gasping lightly when the other's warm lips that were previously pressed against his own were fluttering along the column of his neck.

A growl emitted from Jin's throat in frustration at the seemingly obvious answer, pulling back to look Namjoon darkly in the eyes as the flesh he had just nipped started to flush much like how the younger's cheeks were, "I thought our intimacy would progress faster if I had a target to be mesmerized at while you walked."

The youngest slapped his forearm playfully, "Hyung! I didn't know you watched me when I walked."

"Namjoon, I'd roll around in the sheets with you for all hours of the day if I could." Jin promised after nodding solemnly, "I'd really love to be doing that with you right now, if you don't mind."

The oldest male jutted his head towards the rest of his clothes, and Namjoon took that hint to pull his trousers and underwear off, crumpling the articles next to his shirt on the ground.