A Moment of Elysium ✅ (Namjin) | By Dew

4- Not The End

In all his years of knowing Seokjin, Namjoon had never thought a day would come when he would be getting familiar with his friend so intimately. He had wished, hoped like a man who was foolishly in love that maybe one day Seokjin would agree to date him, to be with someone like him.

When Seokjin had left Korea, that hope had left with him.

"J-Joon!"

A hand gripped his hair while his own tightened around a thick neck which brought him back to present, to what he was getting to do. Namjoon ran his tongue up the slit again, groaning at the salty taste. The skin under his mouth was hot and silky, throbbing and gushing wet. It was a feel he never thought he could have.

"You moan so prettily", getting to whisper the words on the shining sex and watch as Seokjin's hips bucked up to grind against his face was not a sight he thought he would ever witness.

It was almost like a dream.

"Ngh!" Seokjin's body twisted on his small bed, face pink as he heaved for a lungful of breath. He could not get it, not when Namjoon had tightened his grip but he tried nonetheless, making the prettiest, neediest picture, "M-more!"

Maybe for Seokjin it was a dream or would become one very soon. Namjoon still did not understand what kind of loop the other was stuck in but one thing was clear; for Seokjin, this reality would end soon and this act would be nothing but a memory.

It made Namjoon feel sad but more than that it made him determined.

"Ah!"

Teeth scraped gentle and tingling down the fleshy folds, tongue licking up to soothe the pain. Namjoon eyed the hard clit before closing his mouth around it, sucking on it until he felt the fleshy thighs closing around his head. Seokjin choked and Namjoon loosened his hold, his thumb rubbing where the neck met the shoulders.

"I will fuck you with my tongue", it was both a warning and a reward for Seokjin's good behaviour. The man under him mewled and forced his thighs apart again. Namjoon chuckled, breath warm on the sensitive clit, "So needy for it, aren't you?"

He was, if Seokjin's whine and the dark look in his eyes were anything to go by. Namjoon chanced a glance up, face full of promise and comfort before he kissed his way down the pink sex. Seokjin whimpered, more and more slick leaking out.

What a waste.

"AGH!"

Seokjin's back arched off the bed, mouth open in a scream so sweet and erotic it made Namjoon grind down on the bed. He hummed on the sex and continued to prob at the hole, collecting the sweet drops of slick and drinking them with an unquenchable thirst. Seokjin moaned again, this time when the limp hand around his throat tightened again.

"Plea-ah!" Seokjin yelped before he could complete his begging, from both the hand that came down on his thighs and the tongue that pushed in.

He was tight.

Namjoon moaned in pleasure this time, feeling the walls clench up around his tongue. It tasted saltier and he could feel the muscles fluttering around him. Namjoon continued to choke the man even as he felt Seokjin heaving loudly for breath.

"J-Joon", Seokjin's mind was hazy, body a mess of senses. He felt so much he did not know what to do with it. Namjoon decided for him, "Agh~ fu-!"

The tongue pushed deeper and deeper, forcing the walls to open for him. Seokjin's moan rang in the small room, his mindless blabbers and begging falling hot and erotic on Namjoon's ears. He himself felt desperate to bury his length in this heat but Seokjin was just so tight.