The Pilot || MinJoon

Chapter 22

a/n Smut up ahead.  Actually this chapter is all smut, so if you'd rather skip, please do. Read slowly while listening to Raveena. And drink some water. Ok, here we go...

It felt as if something in the world shifted as Namjoon and Jimin continued to stare at each other. And while Namjoon couldn't wait to ravish the younger, a thought suddenly came flitting through his mind. 

This was the first time that they were going to be intimate-- as boyfriends. And while the pilot was eager to explore his kinks with Jimin, he also wanted to prolong the sweetness of their reunion. He wanted this to be special for his lover, and by all means, he was going to give it all he had. 

His goal for tonight? Tender, loving, honey-sweet vanilla sex, with perhaps just a tiny bit of kink sprinkled in for good measure. He's been aching to be inside his beautiful boyfriend, make love to the boy who's been haunting his dreams at night.

To be honest, Namjoon's been thinking about it for quite some time now. They've done everything but that, and he wonders what it would feel like, to fuck Jimin slowly, to have Jimin's legs wrapped around his waist as he thrusts and grinds into him 'til he's a moaning, sobbing wreck.  

Fuck, Namjoon was so ready for this. 

The air suddenly felt hot and heavy, and the pilot's breath hitched as Jimin casually laid his hand on this chest. Dragging his hand down the front of his shirt, the younger murmurs, "Off. I want this off of you."

Taking a step back, Namjoon slowly unbuttons his shirt, never taking his eyes off of Jimin's face. And Jimin watches his every move, his lips slightly parting as he feasts his eyes on his sexy boyfriend's impromptu striptease. 

Namjoon lets his shirt slip off from his arms, letting it drop to the floor to pool behind his feet. The pilot's washboard abs, muscled arms, and defined pecs were now bared to Jimin, and the younger shamelessly ogles the elder as he stands there with a sensuous smile on his face.

How could Namjoon look like a whole meal in his pilot uniform, and look like a walking wet dream without a shirt on? It truly boggled Jimin's mind.

"You know," Namjoon murmurs, taking a step closer to the younger. "I suddenly don't know what to do with myself, seeing you like this."

"What do you mean?" Jimin asks, his breath hitching as Namjoon reaches for the hem of his sweater. Raising his arms, he lets the elder tug it off of him in one fluid motion. Now both of them are naked from the waist up, and Namjoon pulls him close.

Namjoon cradles Jimin's face with his hands. "I want to do everything with you," he says while smiling softly at the younger. "You don't know how much I've fantasized about this, and as much as I'd like to explore my kinks with you, there's this part of me that just wants to savor you."

Tilting Jimin's face up so he could sweetly kiss his boyfriend, Namjoon continues, "I want to take my time with you, let you feel how much I feel for you. Let you know what I'm feeling through my touch so you'll know how much you mean to me. Will you let me do that, baby?"

Drawing in a shaky breath, Jimin nods, and he fights the tears that are threatening to well up in his eyes. All the previous men who's been with him were absolutely nothing like Namjoon. All they wanted was to fuck him senseless, and while he did enjoy some of their kinks, there was no tenderness, no sense of care or adoration. It was just sex, plain and simple.

But Namjoon, without directly saying it, wanted to make love to him. This would be a first for Jimin. 

He was excited. In awe. Slightly terrified, even. But Jimin wanted this, more than anything else right at this moment.