With a loud moan that he tries to muffle by digging his teeth into his boyfriend's shoulder, Seokjin reaches his climax. Namjoon follows moments later. A low growling sound. One last thrust that makes Seokjin see stars for a moment. In the heat of the moment, they almost forget the camera that is still capturing how they collapse against each other, bodies slumping together, heavy breathing. Skin glowing red, glistening with sweat, hair messed up.
Namjoon is the first to move again, without any final words he shuts of his laptop camera, closes the internet browser and wraps his arm around Seokjin again, hands resting on the small of his back. Seokjin's legs are dangling off the sides of Namjoon's office chair and they are beginning to feel numb and a little uncomfortable. Still, he wants to remain in this position for just a moment longer. With hasty fingers he feels for the band that is tied behind Namjoon's head to keep his mask in place, it takes him way too long to untie it. When the mask finally comes off Seokjin lets it drop to the floor. His lips are pressed against Namjoon's mouth before he hears the mask hitting the wooden floor. Seokjin's own mask is still on, but it only covers half of his face. His lips are exposed. It would be a shame to hide something so beautiful.
The kiss is sloppy. One of Namjoon's hands is still on Seokjin's back, pressing the two sweaty bodies together, the other hand is in Seokjin's hair, untying the thread that still keeps half of his face hidden. The masks are more or less just for fun. This whole camming thing is just for fun. There is no money or anything involved. They just go live and fuck each other in front of a camera whenever they feel like it. Most of the time they do it on Namjoon's chair, with Seokjin sitting on Namjoon's lap, riding him. Sometimes Seokjin bends Namjoon over his own writing desk. Whatever they feel like at the moment. There are no real rules or role distributions to this whole thing.
Becoming a cam boy had never been Seokjin's first choice. But he likes the attention. He likes the feeling of being watched. Of being desired and adored. Maybe it's just a bit of a kink for exhibitionism and being praised after all.
Their lips part for a moment when Namjoon finally manages to loosen Seokjin's mask enough to take it off. They are both breathing heavily, still basking in the sweet fallout of an orgasm. Eyes hazy with love. Completely drunk of each other.
"We should take a shower", Namjoon mutters, his voice sounds a little hoarse, even though he is just whispering. Seokjin only nods while he struggles to untangle his legs and get up from Namjoon's lap and his office chair. He curses when his feet almost give in once they hit the wooden floor. They tingle in the worst way imaginable like they are burning from the inside. Must have fallen asleep in that position, somewhere in the middle of things. Namjoon is on his feet immediately to grab Seokjin by the elbow and help him keep his balance.
"You okay?", he asks.
"Yeah", Seokjin nods and it makes his head spin a little. A dizzy smile creeps up on his lips. "Thank you."
Warm water runs over both of them, their bodies are pressed together in the small shower, taking turns with spreading showering gel over each other.
"Do you think you'll keep the pink?", Namjoon asks casually, his hands are busy massaging shampoo into Seokjin's hair with just a little too much pressure on his skull to really make it feel relaxing, but still gentle enough to be loving.
"Hmm, probably", Seokjin hums his approval. His eyes are closed to not get any soap into them, while Namjoon is kneading his hair longer than necessary. Seokjin has dyed his hair a soft shade of pink out of an impulse a couple of weeks ago. Or rather, he had Namjoon help him bleach his roots and then colour them with a soft rose like colour. Strawberry blond. It looks even better than Seokjin thought it would look and Namjoon seems to be completely in love with it. He keeps running his fingers through Seokjin's hair, places gentle kisses on the crown of it whenever he is hugging him from behind and he really can't shut up about how it makes Seokjin look like a pastel fairytale prince. Not that Seokjin minds. But the colour is already beginning to fade a little. They'll have to redo it some time soon.
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War of Hormone
Fanfiction"Becoming a camboy had never been Seokjin's first choice." In which Jin is a camboy trying to pay for rent and tuition and Namjoon is a rich brat who likes to play sugar daddy. And nothing is really like it seems.
