I did not write this I give credit to the rightful owner
Namjoon looked at Seokjin grinning as he watched the broad-shouldered male to his left eat his noodles contently. It was getting late and all the other members had retired to their rooms already. The oldest man staying to eat, having skipped dinner for a photoshoot. “Namjoon you don’t have have to stay and wait for me,” he said through a mouthful of food. “Nut hyung once you’re done with your dinner I can have mine,” his boyfriend replied, hoping is tone implied what he meant.
“Joonie you skipped dinner! Why would you do that, you know how important it is to eat so that you can maintain your strength and energy.” Seokjin scolded, completely oblivious to what the other man had been implying. “That's not quite what I meant hyung,” Namjoon replied with an amused smile. It really was cute how innocent his boyfriend was. That is until Namjoon has him pinned down under him, wound up so tight that the only things coming from his mouth are profanities that he’d reprimand any of the other members for if they dare spew such language out loud, and god forbid as loudly as he was.
Namjoon really loved those moments. Especially when he had his hyung moaning and squirming underneath him. Slowly unraveling his lover touch by touch and kiss by kiss. He loved kissing and sucking on that one spot on Jin’s inner thigh that would drive him crazy and he loved the strings of curses that would spring out of his lips when he moved his finger inside of him just so. Or how his whispers of praise made him whimper and whine and pushed him to a breaking point. Yes, Namjoon knew every inch of his lover, and he loved that.
But what he loved more was that Seokjin knew his body well too, probably even more so than he knew his own body. Seokjin knew what to do to make Namjoon stop teasing. Where to kiss and bite to spur him on. He knew how to rile him up with looks alone. He could pull him in and push him over the edge with just non-contact actions. But most of all he knew how to make Namjoon lose control. How to push him so far that he completely dominates him and loses it and gives in to him.
And right now Namjoon was really wanting one of those moments. It had been way too long since they had actually gotten an opportunity to do anything so intimate or intimate at all with their tight schedules. In fact, it had been about two months. Not like Namjoon was counting or anything like that. No, he hadn’t been counting at all. But he would really love to do what he wanted to his boyfriend right now if only the broad-shouldered dork would take the hint.
“What did you mean then Joonie?”, Seokjin asked, still oblivious to what the other male wanted. His question pulled Namjoon out of his thoughts. “I mean that I want dessert baby,” he said while leaning over to nibble on his lover’s ear. “Oh… Oh THAT is what you meant!” Seokjin exclaimed, his face flushing with the implications, and now the actions that were with them. “Mhmm.” was Namjoon’s reply as he moved down to the others jawline and settled for placing kisses and nips on the other boy's neck. A sigh escaped Seokjin’s lips as he wrapped his arms around Namjoon’s neck and tipping his head back so his lover had better access, forgetting entirely about his unfinished food as the lips that were attached to his neck moved to meet his in a heated kiss.
They stayed like that for a while, tongues dancing as fingers found hair and at some point, Seokjin’s legs ended up wound around Namjoon’s waist. “So good for me baby boy” Namjoon whispered as he moved his hand down to palm his boyfriend’s growing erection. “D-daddy please,” Seokjin moans out. “Please what baby boy?” Namjoon askes huskily, as he squeezes a bit harder. “Need you n-now please.” “Anything for you baby boy,” Namjoon says as he goes to tug at his boyfriend’s zipper.
“No!” Seokjin squeaks out. “No we can’t do THAT in here! Are you crazy, we eat in here. Namjoon chuckles at how put-off his boyfriend is about fucking in the kitchen and grabs him by the wrist, making a beeline for his room. Luckily Jungkook isn't there at the moment, probably off with Jimin somewhere doing something similar to what he and Jin are about to do and Tae and J-Hope are playing video games in the living room, probably to avoid the latter two's antics. So as soon as Namjoon can confirm that the room is empty, he pushes the other man down onto the nearest bed and gets straight to work with pulling off the clothes.
Once he had effectively stripped them both down he stepped back to admire his work. “So pretty baby boy,” Namjoon says staring down the other, enjoying when Seokjin’s cock twitched from the attention his eyes were giving him. Seokjin’s only reply is a whimper as he starts to sit up. But by this time Namjoon was done staring. He bounds forward, attacking the other's lips fervently. One hand moves to grip his lover's achingly hard cock as the other moves to assault a nipple in between his fingers. To add to it Namjoon takes Jin’s bottom lip in his teeth and tugs. “F-fuck, Namjoon. More!” Jin whispers with the amount of breath he can muster to find.
Seokjin can’t take it anymore. He feels too good in too many places but it's not the stimulation he knows he needs. He wants more and he isn’t going to wait for his boyfriend to comply because he knows Namjoon can be a little shit sometimes. With a burst of energy he pulls away from Namjoon and flings open the dresser drawer. He realizes with a start that they’re on Jungkook’s bed because of the surplus amount of toys in the drawer. Seokjin hadn’t really realized how non-innocent their golden maknae actually was. He made a mental note to lecture Jungkook about the importance of being safe in bed. In all honesty he’s kinda more surprised that they had been so wrapped up in each other that they hadn’t even realized they were on Jungkook’s bed than he is about the discovery that Jungkook is a kinky little fuck.
Pulling away from his thoughts, Seokjin rummages through the drawer until he finds some lube. He opens it and pours a generous amount on his fingers. “I’m gonna ride you.” He deadpans while looking directly at Namjoon as he slips one finger into himself and starts slowly fingering himself. He smiles inwardly as he hears the low groan escape Namjoon’s mouth. He continues to prep himself, spread out on full display in front of his lover. Once he’s got three fingers in and has adjusted to the stretch, he starts to curl his fingers around trying to find his prostate.
Before he can do so though, he’s pinned down, Namjoon’s weight on top of him. “Baby boy if you keep making those noises I’m gonna have to fuck you before you get to ride me. Are you ready to ride daddy's cock like a good boy now?” A stuttered out yes is the reply as he flips them over and straddles the younger male. He positions himself over his lover’s cock and slowly sinks down, welcoming the burning stretch. The whole while Namjoon whispers out praises and rubs circles on his hips.
It’s been way too long, Seokjin thinks to himself. Way too long since the last time they got to indulge in each other. Way too long since they had gotten to be this intimate and close. So wrapped up in each other’s being that everything around them adds up to nothing of importance and the only things they can hear are the words of each other. It felt so good to be so raw and exposed to someone. To feel so loved and intimate and comfortable and pleasured all at once, Seokjin thinks. He could think of a million more perfect things about this moment but he decides these thoughts are better left for the after sex cuddles and exchanges of love.
He starts to lift himself up and before Namjoon can meet him halfway he’s already slamming himself back down hard, one hand on his lover's chest, the other gripping the sheets. He continues to bounce up and down, harder and harder. Spurred on by the noises and praises coming from the man under him. The words “So good baby boy, so good for daddy,” only encouraging him more.
When he still can’t find his prostate and he starts to tire and slow down he realizes that now he just wants to be fucked into the bed. This is where knowing his lover comes in handy. He knows what to do to make Namjoon lose it, and even though he’s the submissive one in their relationship Seokjin knows he is in control. He knows he’s got Namjoon wrapped around his finger.
Seokjin doesn’t quite understand what it is about him saying obscene things that gets Namjoon going so much, but if he had to guess it’s probably because of the fact that his lover knows that under no circumstances and for nobody else would JIn ever utter things like that. So when Seokjin utters out, “Fuck I just want you to pound me into the damn mattress until all I can think of is your name, until I can feel is your cock inside of me.” He’s not all that surprised when he’s flipped over aggressively.
They’re both close now and they both know it. With the ruthless pace that Namjoon is setting it’s obvious it won’t be much longer. When Namjoon finally hits Jin’s prostate and hears the noises he gets in reward he goes even harder. Shaking the whole bed frame and knocking the headboard roughly against the wall. With one particularly hard thrust Seokjin finishes, crying out profanities along with Namjoons name. Those noises enough to push the other over too and then he’s coming also.
Afterwards, they settle into a comfortable silence despite knowing that soon they’d have to clean up their mess and somehow find a way to hide the evidence of their fuck in Jungkook's bed. What they didn’t know was that they would soon be greeted by a very pissy Min Yoongi who had been sleeping with earbuds in until the t.v fell off of his wall and woke him up.
