Namjoon gasps out, head thrown back, sweat running in rivulets down his skin as his hips jerk forward roughly into Seokjin's hand.
"O-oh," Namjoon shudders and his arms wrap around Seokjin's head, mouth open and pressing wet kisses softly to Seokjin's neck, saliva dribbling out his mouth. "Oh, it feels good."
"It does, doesn't it?" Seokjin murmurs and smiles, cheeks still flushed from the fact that the two, only after a bit of time from the first time they met, are already diving into such intimate actions. Maybe it's because of the fact that Seokjin is so sexually starved, or maybe it's because Namjoon's just so fucking sexy, or maybe a bit of both.
"You gonna make me cum?" Namjoon whispers, eyes hooded and a shiver runs down Seokjin's spine at his tone. "Gon' make me cum, Seokjin?"
"F-fuck," Seokjin mumbled out, gritting his teeth and whimpering out when Namjoon rubs his ass down on Seokjin's crotch. He groans at the friction and rolls his hips up for even more of it, pants and growls ripping from their throats as they both chase their orgasms.
"Pretty fucking baby," Seokjin groans and Namjoon smirks, moaning loudly.
"Yeah? M'pretty? M'pretty..." Namjoon shudders and rubs down harder, teeth and jaw clenched, eyes rolling to the back of his head and he screams loudly, his vision blinding for a second, and hot cum spurts out of him.
"Fuck!" Namjoon squeals, his shadows aching to be seen, wriggling and wrapping around his legs where Seokjin can't see. But Namjoon wills them to tread back, panting, gasping, still rolling his hips down until Seokjin grabs Namjoon's hips to still him and he also cums hard inside of his boxers.
"Mm!"
Namjoon tilts his head and growls, shoving Seokjin back while smashing their lips together, hungrily sucking and licking and biting. Namjoon grabs at Seokjin's hips and slams him back onto the bed, and the two grab at each other roughly, kissing and moaning.
The night felt a little too short for the two of them.
-
"Jungkook. Don't use your powers if it still hurts."
Jungkook's hands are clasped tightly around Hoseok's, the smaller boy hunching over out of nervousness, despite his professional outfit, consisting of a suit, mostly black with the only splash of color being his white cuffs.
"He-he'll hurt us if we can't find Jimin." Jungkook mumbles, and Hoseok just tightly looks away, lips bitten. "Any sign of him?"
"There's living things all around us. Jimin could be anywhere—anything." Hoseok sighs and looks away. "Neither of us have rested enough to use our abilities to its full potential. It'll be difficult to find him."
"I don't see the point in finding Jimin. He never made him do any missions, always kept him cooped up in his room." Jungkook shudders and leans onto Hoseok as they round a corner, walking amongst humans. It's bitter, the way everyone around them are free and happy, while Hoseok and Jungkook walk with the monitors constricted around their ankles, the only thing keeping them from their own freedom.
"He used Jimin for other purposes." Hoseok said quietly and Jungkook looks up, confused. "Made him shift into pretty women. Seduce people into following him back to the base, get them captured."
Jungkook's fists tighten and he huffs, looking away, cheeks a tiny bit pinker than they were before. "J-Jimin isn't a—a lady."
