LITTLE KITTEN. ✔️ [editing]

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"Joon, are you ready?"

"Uh— yeah. Yeah, I'm ready. You can put it in."

Seokjin lowered himself into the bed, kneeling on his left knee and raised his hand to Namjoon's head to stroke his soft, brown locks. Seokjin's eyes darted from left to right as he stared at Namjoon, hoping to decipher the look on his face; an expression that he has never seen him wear.

"Joon bug. Can you tell me what you're feeling?" He asked, his voice meek and quiet.

Namjoon sighed as he shifted his gaze as Seokjin removed his hand from his hair. "I don't know. I don't know how I'm feeling. I'm not too happy, but I'm not sad but I also feel relieved and... I don't know, like— free?"

"I think," Seokjin paused and blinked a few times before clearing his throat. "I think you've already experienced the five stages of separation. I read a book about the stages. This is acceptance, I know for a fact that we've both gone through denial and sadness but this is acceptance... I think. Fuck would I know? I'm just an architect. I think I would go crazy if I was a marriage counselor but couldn't keep my own marriage running smoothly." He let out a soft chuckle.

Namjoon exhaled from his nose as a small smile found its way onto his face.

"Jin, I've missed you being like this."

Seokjin rolled his eyes. "Being like what?"

"Loose. Like you're not tied down. Baby you're so tense, and I am too. We've been argued so much that we can't even take a breather and see just constantly on the go... but tonight will be different. I'll make you feel good and you'll make me feel good too. It'll be like our parting actions..."

Seokjin moved to lay on his side next to Namjoon and raised his hand to his mouth to suppress the sudden tingling sensation in his chest as he begun to laugh.

"Our- our what? Say it again! It'll be our..."

This time, it was Namjoon who rolled his eyes. "Our parting actions. I was gonna say last words but it definitely won't be, so I thought of an alternative."

"You could've just said breakup sex." Seokjin mumbled as pursed his lips. "... Also are we gonna fuck or will we just keep doing this weird type of pillow talk shit like we're in Zayn Malik's music video? I'll be Gigi so you're Zayn."

"Okay okay, you can stick your dick in me."

Seokjin pushed himself up to hover above Namjoon once again. He pushed himself between Namjoon's legs and stroked his thigh before cracking his hand down on his soft skin harshly.

"Seokjin!" He exclaimed as his hands came down to the red handprint on his tan skin.

"Don't tell me what to do or you can fuck yourself on your fingers."

Namjoon blushes a deep shade of scarlet. "You didn't have to do that you dumb bitch."

"Says the one who has no common sense."

"I have plenty common sense! Who are you to- holy fuck!"

Midway through Namjoon's speech, Seokjin pushed had lubed his length up and pushed himself in Namjoon's heat.

"What the fuck Seokjin? You're supposed to warn me!" Namjoon glared as he gritted his teeth.

Seokjin leaned down to his ear. "Joon bug. I think I like it better when you're not talking— so shut up."

Despite Seokjin's words he still leaned down to Namjoon and pecked his forehead, his lips lingering for awhile as he basked in the last intimate session they spend together as a married couple. It took him back to their wedding night. Namjoon wore silk boxers and attempted to give him a lap dance but only made Seokjin giggly with excitement. Every time he would make an advance, he would flash his diamond encrusted ring and Seokjin would be reminded of how that was the happiest day of his life.