GUNS AND ROSES [NAMJIN]

24 [M]

Warning: Smut ahead!!!

After Jimin and Taemin left, Yoongi and
Jungkook left soon after as Yoongi wanted to take Jungkook to a ‘special place.’ Hoseok and Taehyung left after about an hour which left Seokjin and Namjoon alone in the house. Seokjin was reading a book while Namjoon was working on his laptop. Seokjin looked up momentarily and smiled. It really felt so domestic that he could imagine their future together. He smiled to himself and returned to his book. It was just afternoon and they already had their lunch. Seokjin was so immersed in the book that he didn’t realise that Namjoon had completed his work and now he was just sitting and staring at him. When Seokjin looked up, he jumped with surprise and let out a little squeal, “What the hell Joon-ah. You scared me. H-how long have you been like this?”

Namjoon laughed, “Just a few minutes. But I can watch the scene in front of me for ages.”

Seokjin rolled his eyes and tried to suppress his smile. Key word : tried. His ears turned pink and Namjoon knew that his line worked. He leaned towards Seokjin and whispered in his ears in a raspy voice, “I can watch this scene for ages but, I’d watch that body without the covers.”

Seokjin’s eyes widened as soon as he understood what Namjoon meant. He gasped as chills ran through his spine. A chain of thought started running his mind. What if Namjoon doesn’t like his body? What if it’s too soon? What if he regrets this? What if Namjoon regrets this? He was brought back to senses when he felt Namjoon kissing his cheeks, “Don’t worry, we won’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable, okay?” He realized that he had been spaced out for a long time.

Seokjin sighed in relief and he nodded. Namjoon smiled and went to the kitchen to get something. Seokjin felt so stupid. How did he lend someone so humble and understanding as Namjoon? They had been dating for just four days and felt like he knew Namjoon from ages. He felt as if he had to be confident today, or he’ll never be able to make the move, or respond to Namjoon’s move. He saw Namjoon coming back with two glasses of beer. He gave one to Seokjin and sat on the opposite side of the couch they had been sitting on. Seokjin felt guilty, so he downed the glass in one sip and felt the alcohol rush through his system. ‘Be confident Jin. You can do this.’ 

He sighed and stood up, took the glass from Namjoon’s hand and put it on the table beside the couch. He sat on Namjoon’s lap. Namjoon looked at him with a confused gaze. Seokjin took an ice from the glass and put it in his mouth and started kissing Namjoon with whatever courage he got from the alcohol. Namjoon was shocked at first but started to answer the kiss with the same passion. His hands went to Seokjin’s lower back. He tested the waters by slipping one hand on Seokjin’s ass. When Seokjin didn’t stop him but rather threaded his fingers through Namjoon's hair, he went further and put both the hands there. He gave them a firm squeeze making Seokjin gasp. He snaked his tongue in Seokjin’s mouth tasting every inch of it and the beer from the ice, making Seokjin moan and squirm on his lap. He groaned when Seokjin grinded against his groin. They parted the kiss to catch the air. A string of saliva still attached to their lips. 

Namjoon smiled and caressed the cheek of Seokjin, “I am not forcing you Jinie. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” 

Seokjin smiled and put his hands on Namjoon’s shoulders, “I want this.” he said in a hushed voice and started to grind against Namjoon. 

Namjoon’s head fell back on the head of the couch, “Shit Jjin! You’ll be death to me.”

Seokjin smirked and Namjoon wanted to wash the smirk off his face. He took the ice from the glass sensually and put it in his mouth and started kissing Seokjin’s neck. Seokjin whimpered due to the cold of the ice and heat radiating from Namjoon. He continued to grind against Namjoon while the younger kept sucking and licking Seokjin's skin painting it with heavy marks. Namjoon slipped his hand under Seokjin’s oversized sweatshirt, mapping every curve of his body. He finally reached his nipples and rubbed his thumb over them making Seokjin jerk up in oversensitivity. Namjoon loved how responsive Seokjin was. He smirked and looked at him. Seokjin had his eyes closed, lips parted, back arced and was breathing heavily. He looked ethereal, like he never belonged to the earth. Namjoon wanted the time to pause there so badly.