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namkook | every kind of way

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author : rachel1293 on ao3
namkook
| shameless body worship

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It had not been a strip tease. It had not. Because if it had, Jungkook would have died and he desperately needed to believe that Namjoon had not just started stripping in front of him (
what a tease
!) with the goal of killing him so soon after they've gotten together.
The fact that Namjoon was standing directly in front of Jungkook with his thick glasses (miraculously holding on for dear life) at the tip of the older's button nose, his (infamous) gray sweatpants laying low on his hips, while he made a show of
ceremoniously unbuttoning his shirt front, little by little revealing bits and pieces of the sun-kissed body that had been the focus of all Jungkook's darkest fantasies
, added to the fact that the younger was set on an armchair situated on his own bedroom while Jungkook was still fully clothed, hot and bothered, suggested otherwise.
🎵 Baby, the sound of you
Better than a harmony 🎵
"Are you just gonna look, Jungkookie?" (And what else could a comatose patient do?) Namjoon's teasing tone was in stark contrast to his previous request that night. Plus Jungkook knew he was being tested.
"Just sit and watch, Jungkook-ah. Can you do that for hyung?" Jungkook was already intensely nodding even before Namjoon was done speaking "If you're a good bunny-" Namjoon added a dramatic pause that had Jungkook's head stopping in the middle of a furious set of nods to pay his utmost attention to his hyung "-I'll let you touch"
Thus Jungkook was stuck in his current predicament. Wanting to move and pounce on Namjoon, but knowing he couldn't just yet. Having to busy his hands with tearing the stuffing of the armchair out due to the intensity with which he had to hold himself back.
An unexpected touch on his jaw sent electrifying shivers down Jungkook's spine. He hadn't noticed that, on his stupor of trying to control himself, he started staring at his feet.
Namjoon's warm palm brought him back to the moment and Jungkook moved his head up to meet the other's eyes so fast that, were it not for the adrenaline running through his body that moment, he would have cracked his neck - he would need not wait longer than the next day to feel the pain though. The wheels of justice grind slowly but exceedingly fine (meaning one can't have a man like Namjoon and not pay the price. Jungkook was at peace with that though).

If Jungkook could see inside his boyfriend's head, he would have known that Namjoon almost melted on his resolve when Jungkook looked up at him with those big and round eyes, that had all the secrets of the universe hidden behind them (according to science and Namjoon). But he couldn't. Besides, Jungkook had expressly asked for what he wanted that night, which made Namjoon feel proud of the younger for being outspoken about his desires, which in turn made the younger feel extremely accomplished in life.
From Jungkook's point of view, though, all he could see was the effortless confidence of a man who knew who he was and the gentle domination that defined Namjoon being oozed out like pheromones. Jungkook wanted to feel the
addictive thrill of worshipping Namjoon's entire body with his fingertips and lips and tongue.
🎵 I want you off my mind
And on me 🎵
"Hey bun, you still with me?" Namjoon asked while his eyes scanned Jungkook's face, demanding him to come back to the present.
"Y-yeah, hyung" Jungkook was a bit shocked by how blissed out he already sounded, but Namjoon seemed thrilled with how affected he was.
"Come here, babe" Namjoon offered his hand and when Jungkook touched it, he let out a light sigh. Not being able to touch was hard for him.
Being walked to his own bed shouldn't feel this foreign and yet Jungkook was set against his headboard like he had never set foot inside those particular four walls. Namjoon leaned down and left a sweet kiss on his temple before turning to the night stand.
The noise of something falling to the ground, the thud of something flesh-y getting in fast contact with the nightstand and a muffled "Ouch! Fucking-" coming out of Namjoon later, had condoms and a bottle of lube being retrieved and placed near Jungkook's body.
"You're being so patient, babe" Namjoon murmured already without his glasses, but still pretty much dressed (to Jungkook's distress) "So good for hyung."
Even if they weren't touching, Jungkook could feel the heat gently emanating from Namjoon's body and he
so
wished he could touch it. But he couldn't. Not yet and that alone was making him feel overwhelmed by the flood of desire to please.
Adding Namjoon's
sinning at home
smell (actually just sandalwood with hints of sweet lavender
)
to the mix, had Jungkook becoming intoxicated. His senses were bursting with Namjoon. So much so that Jungkook didn't even notice when his body automatically surrendered, literally melting and slipping down to a lying position. Soon enough, Namjoon was on top of Jungkook, with his weight pinning the latter down, just like he preferred
.
They were almost kissing, thus when Namjoon stopped himself right above the younger, Jungkook felt like he would vibrate out of his own skin with the need to touch and be touched, to kiss and be kissed being neglected.
Namjoon, however, ignored all signs of distress his younger lover was sending him and knelt above Jungkook, strong thighs on each side of the younger's hips, undoing the leftover buttons of his shirt.
They both knew Namjoon was going to give Jungkook whatever he wanted (he wasn't physically able to deny him), as long as he asked for it.
Namjoon stared into Jungkook's eyes, both lost in the gaze of the other. And the permission to move was given.
"Take off my shirt, bunny"
Jungkook's hands were shaking slightly as he slipped them inside the shirt near Namjoon's broad shoulders. He caressed the platinum male's smooth skin with the base of his palms as he slid his hyung's shirt over said broad shoulders. Tingles were running all over Jungkook at the sensation of finally touching Namjoon.
The shirt would have slid down on its own, but the younger wouldn't risk the laws of physics failing him when he was about to get what he needed. Thus his hands continued following the shirt down over Namjoon's firm biceps and on down the forearms.
When the shirt was finally removed, what wasn't Jungkook's surprise to find that Namjoon was not, as expected, naked from his sweatpants upwards, for his hyung had the
audacity
of wearing an undershirt.
A
see-through
undershirt that had an inscription of '
I am red with love
', which Jungkook both loved and hated that precise moment in time and would later beg Namjoon to walk around dressed just like that moment: sweatpants and devious shirt with the addition of the thick framed glasses. Namjoon wouldn't even need to hear the very small
"Please, hyungie"
tumbling down Jungkook's tongue to have all his qualms crumbling to ashes and complying to the younger's request (even if he blushed half embarrassed while doing it).
There would definitely be voring that night.
🎵 Holding me closer than we've ever been before
This ain't a dream 🎵
The itch to kiss every inch of Namjoon's body couldn't be controlled anymore. Jungkook wanted to kiss his lips, and his nose, and his cheeks, and his jawline, and his neck, and his collarbones, and his shoulders, and every inch of his pecs, and his stomach and-.
He just wanted
to show his adoration for Namjoon by kissing, licking, sucking, biting and stroking his preferred body part, which so happened to be Namjoon's entire body.
Namjoon seemed all willing to receive it.
The movement in the corner of Namjoon's lips was indicative that the older was going to say something. However, Jungkook just couldn't anymore.
He pounced. They were kissing before they were even breathing. Namjoon's weight pressing Jungkook further into the soft bed.
Jungkook jumped up to reach Namjoon's earlobe. Nibbling on it without finesse, he ran his tongue up on the space between his lover's head and the back of his ear. Namjoon let out a soft moan that echoed deep inside Jungkook's heart and groin.
Not enough!
Jungkook needed to drink more sounds (he was still a growing boy, so he needed lots to keep him sustained), not realizing he himself was making most of them.
Going down, Jungkook gave little bites and licked every inch of Namjoon's jawline and neck. He was debating leaving a hickey behind but then his eyes landed on Namjoon's pronounced collarbones. Collarbones that were accentuated by the collar of that sinful red with love shirt.