Sugar Rush

25 [M]

"Just a moment." He climbed off the bed and took off his own pants and boxers in one go. He slid the condom on. He hissed as he drizzled the cold gel on it. In a few seconds, he was back to Seokjin and lined up his cock to Seokjin's hole. "Tell me if it hurts."

Seokjin nodded. Namjoon slowly entered Seokjin. Seokjin shut his eyes tightly. It's not that was bottoming for the first time, but it had been a long time since he did. On top of it, Namjoon was big. Like bigger than him. He grunted as Namjoon slowly moved further. He knew Namjoon was being a tease on purpose.

This little brat!

He hooked his legs around Namjoon's waist and pushed him, surprising Namjoon. As soon as Namjoon bottomed out, Seokjin sighed. Namjoon clicked his tongue and leaned down, "Should have waited for me, hyung." Seokjin soon knew what he meant by this. Without giving a warning, he started moving. Seokjin flinched when Namjoon first moved.

The thrust was shallow but too strong to make Seokjin feel the burn of the stretch. After a few thrusts, Seokjin became used to it and the pain turned to pleasure. Namjoon held him by his waist and started thrusting more powerfully. Seokjin's moan became so loud that Namjoon had to kiss him to muffle the sound to some degree. The kiss was sloppy as Namjoon's main focus wasn't really kissing and Seokjin needed his mouth to whine and moan.

Seokjin was leaking profusely and was very close to his climax. He opened his eyes to find Namjoon leaning over him, probably to kiss him again. Seokjin huffed, "Joon-ah, I'm r-ah! Fuck. Close. Let me use my hands."

Namjoon smirked and went near his ear, licking the ear lobe before whispering, "No." Namjoon stood up and held Seokjin's hip with one hand and slowly started stroking Seokjin's dick with another. Seokjin bit his lip down to not curse out at Namjoon. After a while, a plea slept from Seokjin's lips, "Please! Hurts. Can't take i-ugh! Can't take it anymore."

Namjoon leaned down to leave a small peck on Seokjin lips before continuing his thrusts and strokes. But this time, the thrusts were synced with the moment of his hand. Soon, Seokjin's body seized and white threads were painted on his torso. Namjoon's thrusts started to falter as well and he came just after Seokjin.

After a few minutes of inaction, Namjoon finally got up, discarded his condom in the nearby bin and went to Seokjin. He untied his hands and massaged the wrists gently. "Did I tie it too tight?" He asked, concerned when he saw the marks that the tie had left.

Seokjin shook his head, "No, the material was really rough. I think I'll have to complain about it to the manager. Wasn't comfortable around my neck as well."

Namjoon just nodded and went to the bathroom. He came back with wet wipes and a towel. Seokjin sat up a bit, "You don't have to do that. I'll clean myself."

Namjoon didn't listen to him and sat in the little space beside Seokjin. He slowly started wiping Seokjin's body. He cleaned the cum first with the wet wipes and then started wiping the sweat off of Seokjin's forehead. When he came to Seokjin's torso, he stopped momentarily. The torso was littered with scars here and there. Some were huge and looked deep while others looked insignificant.

"They are ugly, aren't they?"

Namjoon flinched and looked at Seokjin. He smiled sadly before leaning down and kissing the huge scar that was on the right side, just below his chest. Namjoon looked at Seokjin and cupped his cheek, "They aren't ugly. They are beautiful. Do you know why? Because they sing the victory song for you. They aren't scars, these are battle wounds. These are marks of glory. The glory of your struggle and success. The success that you achieved single-handedly. You should be proud of these."

Seokjin didn't know how to reply to Namjoon. Whoever had seen Seokjin naked always said that Seokjin would be the perfect embodiment of beauty if the scars weren't there. Whoever he slept with always cringed at the sight of the scars on his body. Many couldn't complain because of his position, but they always talked about it behind his back, calling that part of him ugly. Saying that even the perfectionist Kim Seokjin had an imperfect body.

Namjoon finished his work and went back to the bathroom to dump everything. He came out wearing only a towel and stood in front of Seokjin, "Umm... I don't have anything to wear."

Seokjin nodded, "Right." He stood up and went to the wardrobe and gave some of his clothes. Namjoon changed into them quickly while Seokjin just wore baby blue sweatpants and went to the bed again. He turned to Namjoon, "You can sleep here. The other room would be dirty."

"Okay," Namjoon said as he had nothing else to add. He slowly laid beside Seokjin and closed his eyes, sleep conjuring over him in no time.

Seokjin turned to face Namjoon with a soft smile on his face. The moonlight that shone through the window made Namjoon look so unreal that Seokjin was tempted to touch him to make sure that Namjoon was indeed real. But he feared that would wake Namjoon up. Seokjin lightly touched the scar that Namjoon kissed before. It was the first scar that he carried while saving his mother.

'these are battle wounds.'

Seokjin looked at Namjoon again and if he hadn't fallen for Namjoon till then, he did a little that night.

I just realised that i haven't specified their ages. (Yes, there's a huge age gap between Namjin!🤭)

Seokjin 35 years
Yoongi: 32 years
Hoseok: 32 years
Mew: 29 years
Namjoon: 25 years
Jimin: 24 years
Taehyung: 24 years
Jungkook: 23 years
Gulf: 23 years