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The implication is clear, and he feels Namjoon’s fingers fall from his face, grip slackens, his vision gets blurry as he waits for the hate, the anger, for a slap- he doesn't know, he has no idea.
"It’s you," he says with a ferocity, his voice cracking.
“It’s you,” he whispers, all energy draining out of him.
Yoongi looks away, not having it in him to maintain eye contact any longer as he hears a quiet, "Since when?"
“I-I-am sorry” he inches away, shrinking into himself, but Namjoon grabs his hand, repeating, “Answer my question.”
“Namjoon-a” he looks at their leader, jaw locked and eyes determined and he knows he is not going to change his mind so he gives in.
"Always," he whispers broken and then pauses, "Since the beginning of this year….but maybe, always."
He hears the echo "Always" from Namjoon's mouth, as if he is tasting the word, feels his eyes boring into him like a knife twisting ever so deeply in his chest. He clasps his palms together, gulping slightly as Namjoon asks, "Why didn't you tell me?"
And Yoongi laughs, hollow and bitter, "When Namjoon?! Between all the chaos with the album and deadlines? Or maybe when you were busy disappearing yourself, or when you, oh introduced me to your girlfriend. When would have been the perfect time?"
The words visibly hit Namjoon as he recoils, "Yoongi. I- "
"Don't"
Yoongi interrupts him, finally meeting his eyes. He doesn't want the pity; he doesn't want the rejection he knows is coming. He doesn't think he can handle it, that his heart can handle it, not tonight. He stares at him, there is a fire behind those dark eyes, and it isn't anger.
It is something else, something akin to longing and heartbreak- all condensed into a simple look.
"Don't act like you didn't know. I tried to tell you wi-with my songs, lyr-lyrics, in every way I could think of. You didn't want to see it. You didnt-"
He gets up unable to be close to him, he walks towards the passage trying to put some distance, he already said too much, he continues towards his room, "Go back to the fucking party. Tell everyone I had too much to drink and I am sleeping here."
He hears footsteps behind him halting him in his steps, feels him before he hears him, “Yoongi, I-I have a - Yuri- I didn't kno-"
Yoongi shakes his head, tears streaming freely now, he doesn't turn back, doesn’t want to show his face.
"It is too late. Namjoon. You don't get to swoop in and fix this. I-I need to be alone… I can't do this-"
He feels fingers curling up his wrist, and a hand being placed on his waist, he feels the warmth of the body behind him. And before he can feel any of it, he is turned around and pushed towards the wall next to them. He is hoisted up the wall in a swift move to come face to face, reminding him of their height difference.
"It’s not too late", his eyes widen as he looks up at him, chest caving in as Namjoon moves his fingers away from his wrist and glides softly like a feather on his warm, wet cheek, as he continues, "I am not trying to fix you, or fix this. I want to be here for you. Please let me be here."
Yoongi's breath hitches at his words not understanding what he means by it but not wanting to face further humiliation now that Namjoon knows his truth he begins to move away, well tries to move but realizes he is on his tip toes entirely bracketed by him, he strengthen his hold on him neither pulling or pushing him stopping completely when Namjoon holds tightens not moving an inch, then slowly he blinks in the darkness Namjoon’s face coming into focus- those dark eyes boring into his as he slums back a little, all the fight leaving him as he whispers voice cracking, "You hurt me."
"I know," Namjoon mumbles, nodding his head, his tears falling now as they involuntarily move closer, "I'll spend eternity making up to you."
Yoongi feels him move so close, their noses brushing in a tender moment, his heart skipping a beat at the touch, their breaths mingling with each other, and he reminds him, "You're not mine."
He feels Namjoon's fingers tighten even more on his waist at his words, thumb brushing the skin under his eyes as he breathes out, "Not yet. But I will be, if you will let me."
His heart is beating wildly at his words, his deep voice sending shivers through him, eyes searching his for truth, and he gets a warm, trembling smile in return, watery eyes staring right back with breath fanning over his lips.
"Don't worry about it. I will... I will take care of it."
He feels electric as he pushes forward, pushing his lips softly on Namjoon's, so tentative, feeling like this moment will shatter, like all of this is a dream his mind has conjured up, and if he moves too quickly, it will fade away. He feels Namjoon freeze under him before melting, his hand cupping and pulling his mouth closer. Yoongi’s toes curl as he is pulled into the broad body as the kiss deepens, a silent exchange of apologies and promises, of pain and love.
His fingers curl into Namjoon's pecs, keeping him close as their foreheads touch, a sob breaking through him as Namjoon whispers, “You’ll always have me, Yoongi. Always."
He nods as the world narrows to only Namjoon, their breaths mingling in the charged space between them. Namjoon barely has time to register the way Yoongi's lips tremble before they are on his again- urgent this time, feverish, angry as he unleashes his longing.
"Why-"he whines pulling back, his chest heaving, “Wh- Why didn't you-"
Namjoon shushes him, shaking his head, not letting him finish the sentence as he pulls his lower lip in between his sucking, deeply burning away every hesitation and lingering doubts.
Breaking the kiss he pulls away with a soft whine, "You're perfect," he whispers lips brushing each other. "I haven't been honest; you were right-"
His eyes are a bit hazy as he cups Yoongi's cheeks kissing him longingly, lips not separating even for a second until the need for air arises. Namjoon pulls back again just barely, his eyes closed, "I wrote. So much, so many songs, so- I missed you more than a member should, more than a friend should. I didn't know how to say it before, how to open up my heart, I’m the leader, we - it's a risk-" he shakes his head moving to kiss Yoongi desperately before, “Doesn’t matter. You matter"
"Joon-ah" Yoongi breathes out heart hammering in his chest at the confession, he pushes his trembling fingers through Namjoon’s thick hair, running across his jaw and his parted lips. He feels - he sees him smile before diving back, their lips hungry and kisses all-consuming.
Yoongi's back hit the wall with a soft thud, his surprised gasp swallowed greedily by Namjoon, hands framing his face as he plunges his tongue in, curling around his, pulling out a loud moan. He breathes out "You-", his voice husky, "You have no idea how much I- for how long-"
Yoongi feels tears on his cheek as they kiss, he moans, arms wrapping around Namjoon's neck as he realizes they are not his. "Shh, Joon, it's okay" he breathes out as they breathe apart and Namjoon pulls him close, pressing kisses along his jaw, down his neck, making Yoongi tilt his head to the side. He moves up, tracing his tongue along Yoongi's lower lip, before moving inside again, tangling with Yoongi's, leaving him breathless.
He feels his knees weaken and clings to Namjoon, whose hands roam down over his side, waist and to his hips memorizing the shape of him before picking him up in a smooth motion, wrapping his legs around his own hips, pushing both of them to the wall. Their hands trembled, their bodies fitting perfectly against each other as Yoongi tightened his hold against his hips.
Namjoon starts kissing down the line of Yoongi's neck, his deep voice crackling in the silence sending shivers down Yoongi's spine, "I am not letting you go", his voice filled with conviction, "Not ever again."
Yoongi's eyes flutter open, glassy and full of emotion. He raises his hand to trace Namjoon's jawline in feather light touch, "You'd better not " his voice barely about whisper, he pulls him closer on top of him trying to be close to him as humanly possible, lips tracing Namjoon's slowly feeling them curve underneath his, as they kiss softer this time, lingering.
The heat between them blossoms, as Yoongi continues to trace those plum lips, not letting Namjoon deepen the kiss. Namjoon's fingers hold him tightly, not leaving any space between them whatsoever.
Yoongi glides his tongue tracing his upper lip before slowly moving towards his lower, giving soft licks as he moves. Namjoon can only groan and let him do as he pleases.
He can feel himself getting hard, the friction between them growing, the adrenaline from the party, the heated argument to the confession of their feelings clashing inside him, as he presses Yoongi to the wall once again, rocking his hard dick against Yoongi's tilting his face at the same time, curling their tongues together in a filthy kiss.
They both groan into the kiss hearts pounding wildly before Yoongi pulls away with a gasp throwing his head back slightly hitting the wall as Namjoon starts sucking the other side of his neck with his plush lips. .
“Mo-more” he moans out shuddering under the scorching kisses wanting more of Namjoon, pulling his body closer by his collar, feeling his touch. Namjoon takes the hint and grabs his thighs, hiking him up a little in his hold before pulling away from the wall, face still buried in his shoulder.
He pulls back looking up at him asking for which room, to which Yoongi breathes out his and then is being carried to the destination.
Namjoon carrying him as if he weighs nothing lights a fire within Yoongi’s already burning body. Yoongi thrusts his tongue straight in curling it against Namjoon’s. He feels his back hitting the door as Namjoon loses his balance with the force of their lips sliding against each other before he is inside the room.
Namjoon cups Yoongi’s ass and places him carefully at the edge of the bed, their mouths parting away to catch their breaths.
Yoongi steadies himself on his knees, fingers still clutching Namjoon’s shoulder before trailing them towards his chest. Smile blooms on his lips as he feels Namjoon’s heartbeats mirroring his, rapid as if he just finished running a marathon.
Before he can say anything or even decide to do anything, two large hands are cupping his jaw, tilting his neck slightly upwards and dark eyes take him in.
Heat blooms within him, cheeks flushing as he feels shy suddenly under all the attention.
Namjoon’s attention.
He looks away only to look right at Namjoon when a thumb is pressed on his lower lip pulling it away.
Namjoon’s eyes, though dark with desire, have gentleness to them, something he has seen far too many times. He shudders breathes coming in harshly as Namjoon traces his lips making his knees buckle.
His back arches as he hears Namjoon mumble something in English while he presses his thumb on his tongue feeling his insides warm with desire. He looks up at Namjoon wanting to ask what he said, what it means but realizes he won’t be able to say anything and lets Namjoon pull him up a little with his other hand.
With eyes locked, Yoongi mouths at his thumb before giving it an experimental suck.
Namjoon curses “fuck” in english, a word he understands very well, at his action.
Feeling proud he continues sucking softly, his fingers curling around the fabric of Namjoon’s shirt, resting on hard pecs as he lets himself drown in the feeling.
He watches Namjoon’s dimples pop up as he smiles, eyes only darkening if that were even possible, he mumbles out “pretty”, before bending to smash his lips against his, removing his thumb.
Yoongi whines out helplessly, getting sucked into the kiss. Namjoon's tongue pushing inside his mouth tracing all the corners taking his breath away. He digs his fingers into that chest feeling out his muscles, tits that makes him dizzy and soon he is pulling back from Namjoon.
Shaking and a bit surprised Namjoon pulls away asking a bit worried “Wha-hyung?”, only for Yoongi to murmur “off..um need this off” as he pulls at his shirt trying to rip it away.
Chuckling a bit at Yoongi’s urgency he says “alright alright” helping him up as he grabs the edges of his shirt and pulls it over his head to throw away. He stumbles, gasping a little as Yoongi jumps on him, latching onto his left nipple.
“Oh god, oh hyung” he moans, one hand clutching Yoongi’s head as he throws away his shirt somewhere behind him with the other.
Yoongi for the first time understands what losing himself really feels like as he unabashedly sucks the dark nipple, fingers feeling out Namjoon’s breast before cupping and squeezing them a bit. He always wanted to feel them, never thought he would be able to touch him like this and now that he can he doesn’t want to stop.
He pulls away mumbling a quick “so sweet.. so soft Joon-a” before worrying the hardened nip with his teeth and tongue making Namjoon lose his mind. He curls his fingers in Yoongi's slightly dam hair, from all the club activity, pressing him closer, having had no one play with him like this before. Yoongi doesn’t mind at all, only pulling back to glide his tongue flat on his nipple before pulling more of his skin in and sucking harder, nose pressed into the skin.
Namjoon pulls him away a little whispering softly coaxing him slightly “C’mon hyung”, only for Yoongi to whine in negative, not able to get enough of his breasts and continues sucking.
Namjoon smiles down at him, tugging his bottom lip with his teeth at the sensations coursing through his body watching Yoongi massage and suck on his breasts.
Finally Yoongi pulls away after a long suck leaving both of them breathless, chests rising as they pause to take in some much needed air.
Yoongi looks up in question, worry popping in his mind that Namjoon will think he is weird but before he can get too deep in his head the tall man is stepping closer tugging at his shirt with “you too hyung”.
Relief floods in him and he quickly peels off his shirt discarding at his side on the bed. Shyness replaces the relief as he realizes that he is now shirtless in front of the man. He averts his eyes trying to avoid eye contact as the room falls in silence.
From the corner of his eyes he watches Namjoon trailing his fingers down his left arm, fingers gliding smoothly till they reach his wrist.
His eyes follow his movements with bated breaths.
He watches Namjoon run his fingers across his scars, turning the inside of his wrist face up taking in the red lines. His heart thumps in his chest as he watches him bring his wrist towards him, and press his lips.
His eyes water as Namjoon kisses every inch of his skin looking at him through his lashes, before pulling him closer by his jaw and whispers, “don’t do this to my hyung”.
His throat tightens.
Namjoon’s eyes soften and he tilts his face a little pressing his lips softly against his, pulling away only slightly, lips still attached as he mumbles, “I’m here, I'm right here”
Yoongi nods curling into him as they fall into the kiss, wet and dizzying, conveying all their emotions.
They lose themselves in each other yet again, tongues gliding softly, sucking and pressing lips. Namjoon’s thumb touches the scars every now and then as Yoongi rakes his fingers in his dark long hair, only pulling him closer. He then moved to his chest cupping his breasts in his hand dragging out a long moan from Namjoon.
Yoongi then trails his hands down towards his navel not before pulling at his nipples. He rubs at the hard cock making Namjoon stutter a bit.
Namjoon pulls away abruptly, not able to contain his groans as he watches Yoongi rub him urgently, enjoying the heat that floods his body through the material.
Yoongi curses softly, biting his lip trying to pull down the zipper of his jeans. Namjoon watches with gaping mouth Yoongi struggle with the zipper before pulling away now on all fours as he looks up at him.
“Joon-a, please.. I need”, the need in his voice loud and clear for both of them.
Namjoon nods hurriedly whispering as soft as his deep voice can allow, “ I’m here baby”, as he steps out of his jeans now in only boxers.
Before he can straighten himself Yoongi presses his face into his groin nuzzling his hard length, taking the tall man by surprise. He has never seen Yoongi like this before, like he was when he latched on to his breast and now to his cock.
With no care in the world, Yoongi begins mouthing at the hard cock through the material, mind zoned in on Namjoon and Namjoon only. He mouths along the length pushing his thumbs right under to feel the softness of the balls.
Namjoon watches his hyung, his yoongi drooling, sucking loudly, wetting his boxers with spit and precum, lost in giving him pleasure, back naked flushed pink and a thought pops into his head, a thought of checking to see if the rest of him is just as flushed. He screws his eyes closed at the thought curling his fingers in Yoongi’s hair.
Eyes closed Yoongi still mouthing starts getting restless at not being able to put his cock in his mouth.
Feeling equal parts endeared and turned on, Namjoon brushes the back of his fingers on Yoongi’s pale cheek, calming him softly with, “Shhh, I’m giving it to you. Just a sec hyung,” and takes himself out of the boxer holding tightly, pushing the material down to his ankles and stepping out of the material.
“So big Joona” Yoongi murmurs dazed, “Always knew you were”, making Namjoon chuckle as he tightens his hold on the hair making him look up as he smirks at him, “You knew hun?”
Yoongi blushes only realizing now that he was talking loudly and whines. Their eyes lock again, he feels Namjoon brushing the tip of his cock on his lips once and twice before pushing in with “So pretty hyung” and “have at it”.
Yoongi’s eyes glisten with desire as he sees it mirrored in Namjoon’s eyes. Parting his lips he starts suckling only the tip hearing Namjoon groan softly, his deep voice sending shivers through him. Feeling a heat coil in him as his brain clocks the fact that he has Namjoon’s hard cock in his mouth, his to suck, to kiss and to play with.
All the time, all the times he kept himself from dreaming too much, from picturing too much about Namjoon, his huge body, breast, and his muscular thighs tumbles out of him fueling his desire for more, for everything with this man he loves so much.
He moves his lips down, hands working on the bottom as he tries to take in as much as he can before moving up and only suckling away the precum. His fingers trace the heavy balls before gliding between his thighs then outside to grab at the thickness. He moans slurping harshly bopping his head up and down, up and down lost in the feel of the skin, the hard cock and the cum trickling slowly in his mouth. All of his senses heighten as he feels his spit trickling down the side of his lips.
“Slow down Yoongi” he hears Namjoon followed by a hand petting his hair and he catches himself, pulling off a bit before diving back down. He moves faster as he feels Namjoon getting close, balls drawing up and cock vibrating in his hand as more and more cum fills his mouth.
He whines loudly as he is pulled off suddenly only to be shushed by Namjoon.
“don’t wanna cum yet hyung” he apologizes, petting at his cheek, thumb wiping his lip before he pushes Yoongi up the bed.
Understanding clear, they both tumble in the bed, Namjoon’s long body covering Yoongi as Namjoon starts working on his jeans. With a quick maneuver, they both lay back and Namjoon looks down, fingers tracing the soft material of Yoongi’s panty.
“Oh hyung, fucking gorgeous,” he rasps eyes raking all over Yoongi’s legs, his chest, and his panty.
Yoongi is able to only catch half of his sentence and tips Namjoon’s face towards him asking, “what?”
Namjoon can only smile, his eyes trailing over his dark hair fanning over the pillow, his flushed face beautiful and he wants to kill himself for putting his hyung through so much pain, pain he wanted to take away. He brings his fingers to his own lips kissing softly as he says “gorgeous” now in Korean making Yoongi flush, blushing furiously as he slaps Namjoon’s chest before not able to help himself but ask “really?”, and Namjoon can only nod pulling him into a deep kiss letting him know just how much he thinks so.
They continue kissing, their kisses growing heated by the second. Slowly, Yoongi feels Namjoon’s hand trailing towards his panty and tugging it down one side and then the other before pulling away with a ragged breath.
“can I?”
Yoongi bites his lip and nods, mind reeling with how the night is turning out from the club all the way here in his bed right now, in Namjoon’s arm. He watches Namjoon slide his panty down the legs, gasping softly as Namjoon cups his cock, rubbing his thumb on the head of his cock before moving up and down, his pace increasing steadily. He clutches at his arm, legs gliding together as the pleasure that was resting right beneath his veins starts building up.
“J-Joona” he gasps clutching Namjoon’s working hand, “Joona, need you-your fingers”
Namjoon only nods before kissing his lips, down his collarbones, his chest, sucking his nipples softly before trailing down his navel and then sits up.
He then watches Namjoon glide his fingers along his legs, parting them slightly. He hums as Namjoon folds his legs at the knees, pushes them slightly away and feast his eyes over him. He tries very hard not to close his legs waiting.
Surprise courses through him as within a second Namjoon bends low, diving mouth first and pushes his lips into the crease lapping at his rim.
“Oh my f-fuck!” he screams, clutching at Namjoon’s hand on his thigh all thoughts of letting him know about the lube swept away, feeling his cheeks being squeezed and then parted to make way.
“Namjoon! ”he gasps as he feels tongue lapping over his rim before pushing inside stretching his hole.
He throws his head back at the sensation that courses through him as the tongue continues to glide inside him, slow and then fast. His body rocks with the movements, toes curling in intense pleasure as he starts sweating, moaning loudly at the slurping sound and sensation of the tongue opening him up.
“Pl-please…” he moans out as Namjoon growls vibrate through his body, numbing his mind.
“St-stop. J-joona, n-o… fingers “ is all he can say.
With a long slurp Namjoon pulls out sitting up, he is sweating, breathing harsh, face all pink as he glides his hand over Yoongi's still shaking thigh.
“I can eat you all night” he states in that deep voice of his sending shivers down Yoongi's spine yet again and he feels like he is about to pass out. He gulps, a bit hazy as he watches Namjoon lick his lips as if he is still tasting him. He has never been touched like this and he says so, to which Namjoon’s eyes only darken, grip of his hand on him tight as he breathes out, “only me”
Yoongi feels like he is in a haze as he nods back.
Namjoon pauses, asking for the lube, and gets it quickly, settling right back beside him. Yoongi reaches out for his fingers as he is about to squirt some lube on them and before Namjoon knows what’s happening puts his fingers in his mouth, sucking softly.
Namjoon is fascinated as he begins to understand Yoongi’s oral fixation problem, his mind flashing back to some of their studio sessions where he has seen Yoongi with pencils, pens and even the lace of his jumpers.
He thrusts into him involuntarily unable to control himself at how hot and fucking beautiful Yoongi is in every way.
“Getting them nice and clean hun hyung, doing such a great job,” he praises, letting Yoongi do as he pleases.
After feeling his fingers are ready he pulls them out, “C’mon baby, let me get you ready”.
He then brings his fingers down circling his rim as Yoongi parts his legs for him. Namjoon shifts now in between his legs opening the cap of the lube open, pouring some on his fingers before working his finger inside him.
“N-Namjoon, m-more, I'm ready”.
Yoongi then pulls him closer biting at his lip dragging them away from his teeth as he feels fingers increasing inside him. He wants him to fuck him so bad, wants him so badly. He doesn’t want to wait anymore, and therefore he pushes his chest against Namjoon’s, panting into his mouth as their lips part, he hooks both of his legs to Namjoon’s hip and rocks into him as he says, “F-fuck me Joon-a, want you in me.”
He presses his fingers in Namjoon’s dimples, their mouth close, eyes wide and imploring, “want to be full, want y-you, please..”
He gasps as Namjoon surges and pulls him into a mind numbing kiss, lips smashing and then tongue fucking into his mouth. The air between them is sizzling hot, breathes coming out harsh as Namjoon nods vigorously, voice so deep that Yoongi feels in his chest, as he says, “Gonna fill you so well baby, so full, gon-“ he cuts himself off carefully pulling out his fingers.
Yoongi waits, brushing his hand all over Namjoon’s body, gliding everywhere taking him in before the taller man settles back between his legs. He then pulls and twists his cock once and twice with more lube before grabbing Yoongi’s legs, widening the gap and sliding inside him.
They both groan loudly, forehead knocking as the pleasure zaps through them.
Yoongi can feel the thick head of the cock pushing through his rim making him hiss softly, followed by pain as the hard length moves inside him. He tightens his hold on Namjoon and groans out signaling the man to pause. Namjoon kisses him softly, murmuring apologies, waiting patiently for Yoongi to get used to him. He adjusts their position pushing a pillow under Yoongi's hop, slowly he pushes in more of his cock inside, rocking their hips together.
Yoongi can feel his mind slipping and floating away as Namjoon's thick cock gets pushed in before he pulls back only for the tip to be nestled inside him and moves forward sliding in even deeper. He tips his head back, hair fanning on the pillow and pulls at Namjoon’s hair getting his attention pulling him closer.
“S-so full, Joo-fill me up” he murmurs making Namjoon look up at him, gliding up his body coming closer chest touching each other as he hooks his legs higher up his hips grabbing onto both of Yoongi's butt cheeks, squeezing the soft globes as he whispers out, “Take me so well baby”
He rocks into him with a deep thrust forehead brushing together, unable to control himself as he takes in the beauty in front of him.
“You’re mine” he breathes out as he slowly starts building a rhythm, eyes trained on his hyung.
“Yours” Yoongi murmurs in between deep thrusts, he then pulls Namjoon down kissing him harshly saying “Don’t leave me”
“Never ever” Namjoon promises before diving into the kiss before pulling away, wiping at a tear from Yoongi’s cheek shifting slightly inside him “So pretty yoongi taking me so so well baby, soo tight”
Eyes locked Yoongi curls his forearm near his face, keeping him closer as Namjoon pulls apart his bubbly cheek that he has been clutching for a while, settling more closer.
Yoongi lets out a loud moan, toes curling and heels digging at Namjoon’s butt as the cock brushes against his bundle of nerves.
Namjoon curses out, increasing his speed, thrusting hard and fast into him, making both of them move up on the bed. Only moans and groans can be heard in the room with each thrust. Namjoon can’t help but grab Yoongi’s waist, slimmer than his own, and pulls him onto his cock as he thrust against his bundle, loving the whimpers pouring out of his hyung.
“Joon-a, Joo-na” Yoongi manages to breath out, his voice shot as he bounces on the thick cock unable to say anything else. Namjoon slows down curling over him, his hard and fast thrusts switching to deeper and slower making Yoongi's eyes roll back in pleasure.
He swallows hard, blinking the water from his eyes as he feels Namjoon peppering his face with kisses. He squeezes his ass promptly trying to keep him inside making Namjoon hiss.
“Aah-hyung, so fucking tighttt” he curses eyes squeezed tight, trying not to blow his load right then and there. He breathes harshly, focusing back as he feels Yoongi kissing his thumb that is resting near the cheek.
“baby” he whispers before pushing his lips covering Yoongi’s entire small mouth.
They get lost into devouring each other, tongues tangled with each other, as their bodies glide from head to toe in the sheets.
Yoongi curls his lips over Namjoon’s tongue, sucking him , mimicking the way his hole is sucking him in. Namjoon growls moaning and stops with a deep thrust inside him punching at Yoongi's prostate. Hands brushing all over they continue swallowing each other, all filthy as Namjoon only rocks slowly. Yoongi moans, brushing against Namjoon’s breasts squeezing as he feels the pressure within him. Namjoon pulls away with a shudder but never moves far. Lips brushing against each other, Yoongi whispers all hazy, “Love thi-s, feel so full”
Namjoon kisses him softly, whispering back into his mouth, ”warming my cock so good hyung.”
At his words Yoongi nods profusely, tightening his hold on his cock making Namjoon lose his mind. He gives a hard deep thrust at the same time grabbing Yoongi’s finger that are resting on his breasts and squeezing softly.
Before he can say anything Yoongi gasps out “love you Joon-a”
Namjoon’s heart skips a beat or few and he smiles, his years of longing coming to an end as he replies “love you Yoongi”
With that he clasps his hand tightly moving closer pulling him into a long kiss. Wanting to feel as close to Yoongi as possible, wanting to make sure he knows how much Namjoon wants him, he starts thrusting his hard cock deep into him. Drool spills out of Yoongi's mouth as he can only utter uh uh uhs as Namjoon pounds into him eyes rolling back. Namjoon thrusts forward roughly reaching between to touch Yoongi as he changes his angle and continues pushing his hips. He pounds into him, bending his thighs away, leaning more into him, Yoongi's leaking cock gliding his stomach. Legs shaking with all the pleasure both of them moan loudly as Namjoon slips out at the next thrust, scrambling on his knees to push his dick back in leaving Yoongi a panting mess, eyes glazed with pleasure.
Namjoon feels hot as he picks up his pace thrusting deep once, twice and thrice before shooting his load into his small hole, grinding as deep as he can. Yoongi whines, stretching his body as he feels warmth spread inside him, filling him up. He pushes his nose into Namjoon's hair as the younger's face is pressed into his shoulder hips still stuttering inside him. He clutches at the younger's shoulder unable to say anything but mumble out “full full full”.
“D-don’t move” Yoongi calls out as Namjoon begins to pull out but pauses looking down at the man below him. Smiling softly he whispers “okay baby” and settles back in.
Yoongi blushes as he looks into Namjoon’s eyes, breathing heavily still. Namjoon can only chuckle as he rocks into him a little, feeling his cum inside all warm and sticky. Yoongi whimpers softly as Namjoon works his fingers on his leaking cock running out his climax , his cum dripping between their bodies.
Yoongi runs his fingers through Namjoon's hair pulling his attention, enjoying him rocking into him softly. Namjoon watches Yoongi’s fingers glide down cupping his breasts making electricity run through him, his cock dribbling more.
He watches Yoongi being so pliant and he kisses him harshly, unable to control his cute aggression.
“Stay with me” Yoongi whispers unable to help himself and Namjoon smiles brushing his lips over his forehead, both eyelids, nose and then his lower lip answering with “Always”
They stay like that for a minute enjoying the warmth between them as filthy as it is before Namjoon pushes himself on his knees saying "Gonna pull out"
Yoongi cannot help but whine in disappointment. Namjoon shushes him, soothing his side trying to calm his baby down, "I know baby, I know".
He is surprised when Yoongi shakes his head, only understanding more of this side of Yoongi's tonight, as his hyung curls their fingers together tightening his core, his legs around his hips tightening its hold as he pouts, "Not-Wanna be full, made me so full"
"Okay- let me-just" he nods, cutting himself as he hitches his right leg up his hips lowering the other one before shifting sideways on the bed, he pulls Yoongi against him, cock still nestled inside. He brings Yoongi on top of him, adjusting their bodies, roaming his hands all over Yoongi's body to soothe his nerves.
He huffs a little dropping a quick kiss on Yoongi forehead bucking his hips up into him. Yoongi smiles at the change in the position, pulling up as he pushes his hip down, taking his cock fully settling on him as he moans. They both lock eyes as they feel Namjoon harden again inside Yoongi. Namjoon blushes making Yoongi chuckle as he bends over him, laying on top. He pulls him into a soft kiss before curling his hand over his tits massaging them.
"You like them don't you" Namjoon says bucking into him, and Yoongi nods smirking up at him a little as he bounces on him, "as if you don't"
Namjoon brushes his fingers over Yoongi's lips, his heart beating wildly with all the emotions he is feeling right now, he pulls him down for the kiss as they rock into each other. He feels his cock dribbling cum into Yoongi, and can also feel wetness dripping down his own ass as they continue.
Yoongi pulls back gasping, curling into him as he manages to moan out, "so full joon-a, so good for me"
It doesn't go anywhere from there, their bodies sinking into each other as they both lie down sharing soft brushes. Namjoon moves Yoongi to the side along with him before slowly pulling out his cock, coming dribbling all over their legs and sheets. He pauses Yoongi's grumbling by pressing some of the cum back inside his sensitive hole. He feels him smiling into the kiss, his mind calming instantly knowing Yoongi is happy. He pulls back slightly and mumbles out, "Let's get you clean"
Yoongi nods and with that Namjoon gets up moving towards the bathroom. He comes back out with a wet small towel and starts cleaning Yoongi's stomach and his own. He then moves his leg and cleans between his cheeks, taking extra care in not being too rough, he doesn't miss Yoongi shiver as he cleans out his rim. He then drops the cloth at the edge of the bed before settling back beside him.
He turns towards Yoongi facing him and as the older man is about to say something he manhandles him into his arm, taking his palm and bringing it over his chest. He pulls down kissing Yoongi on his forehead, trying to smooth all his worry lines. He feels Yoongi's hold tightened on him before he hears him speak, his voice low and soft like always, "Joon-a this is not ju-just for tonight, is it?"
Namjoon sighs pulling him up in his hold, face to face as he looks into those cat like eyes and shakes his head, he thumbs at Yoongi's cheek as he replies, "You can never be a one time thing, a one night stand for me. Hyung, I love you, I was always in love with you and it's scary, I-I, we-will have to talk to others-"
Yoongi cuts him off by kissing him softly on his lips before pulling back with imploring eyes, "We all love and expected Taehyungie and gooka, I-they will love us too"
Namjoon nods, sighing softly, "Members will understand us hyung. It's the rest-"
"Joon-a you are with me right?" Yoongi asks him, heart seizing waiting for his answer, he knows Namjoon loves him and yet he wants to hear it. When Namjoon nods eagerly with a yes he smiles, all restlessness oozing out of his body. He pulls himself close to him, trying to be as close as he can, he looks at him with all the love he has had within him for years and says smiling, "Then we can figure the rest out as we always had. Since the beginning."
"Since the beginning" Namjoon echo's pulling him into a slow kiss.