A/N: I am sorry for reposting this again, Wattpad has deleted it - _ -
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Warnings: smut (praise kink, consensual, soft)
"I gotta tell you something," Namjoon held the bottle of beer in one hand and hiccupped, "I have OnlyFans."
"What? You? A shy guy like you posts nude photos of himself on the Internet?" Yoongi rose his eyebrows at his best friend and the latter shook his head.
"No, no, no. I only support the creators there. I am done with Pornhub because what if the people in the videos are underage or it's not consensual, you know? We don't want that."
Yoongi nodded, "True that. So, how's it for you?"
"Oh God, it's super great," Namjoon drunkenly smiled, "there's this one guy, whose name is Rosey and he often wears skirts and crop-tops in pastel colours and he's so cute and he looks like he's really enjoying it, you know?"
"Oh cool," Yoongi finished his beer.
"And like, he's a bottom and he's really beautiful."
"Wait, how do you know that he's a bottom?"
"Well, he often stuffs things up his butt," Namjoon hiccupped and blushed, "I don't watch anyone else anymore."
"Good for you, man. I don't really watch porn."
Namjoon rose his eyebrows, "You don't?"
"Don't need to, I have a boyfriend to send me nudes," he winked, "I am not showing you any though."
"I don't wanna see them. They are only for you. I'm sure he didn't want anyone else to see."
Yoongi nodded.
"But I mean, look at that man," he took his phone.
"No, I am taken, I can't see other men naked," Yoongi shook his head.
"I wanna show you his Instagram," Namjoon replied, searching for it on his phone. He turned it around for the latter to look.
"Yeah, he is handsome," Yoongi nodded, studying the beautiful face of the boy. He had soft features and pink fluffy hair, his skin flawless.
"Yeah, he is super stunning," Namjoon smiled, his cheeks still coated with red. The older pinched his dimple.
"You really like him, don't you?"
"I mean, I am not in love, but I am excited whenever a new video comes out."
"You're super lonely. You should get a girlfriend or a boyfriend," Yoongi said but Namjoon shook his head.
"No, I am not getting hurt again."
"It's been two years though."
"No, Hyung, don't do this. We've talked about this," Namjoon closed his eyes, suddenly feeling sober. He got up, trying to leave the conversation, but his head began to spin so he sat back on his chair. He closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead.
"Okay okay, I am just saying..."
"Then don't say anything. Oh god, I wanna go to sleep."
Yoongi raised eyebrows, "Do you want me to leave?"
"No, you can sleep over, it's too late," Namjoon answered and walked slowly to his bed, where he lied down. He closed his eyes, his head spinning slightly.
Yoongi lied next to him but didn't touch him in any way (no homo, boys, no homo). And soon, their minds lost consciousness...
"So, what you have for our boy?" Jimin smiled at the other, who giggled.
"Our boy? You mean Namjoon?"
Jimin nodded, "Well, we are his closest and probably only friends, so he is technically ours."
Yoongi shook his head, "I brought him socks, how about you?"
"Socks? There are still four months till Christmas?"
"Yeah, but they are with a crab."
"Oh my god, he will love it," the shorter widened his eyes. Yoongi giggled.
"I got him a watch and rainbow suspenders."
"But Namjoon is bisexual, not gay...?"
"Shhh," Jimin frowned at him, "That's an unimportant detail."
Yoongi giggled as he rang the doorbell, "Okay okay."
A buzzing sound pierced the space and the older opened the door. They walked upstairs and soon enough they were in front of their friend's door, which was already opened and a smiling boy was standing there.
"Hi, Hyung," Jimin squealed, wrapping his arms around the tall figure. Namjoon giggled, greeting both of them back and letting them come inside. He closed the door behind the boys.
"Happy birthday!" Yoongi and Jimin exclaimed at once and Namjoon giggled.
"Thank you, guys, so much for coming. I cooked."
The short boys exchanged a look between them and Namjoon's laugh pierced the room.
"Just kidding, I ordered pizza."
They giggled and breathed out because weren't ready to fake their joyful expressions during the meal, which would be probably burnt, way too salty, or just... Namjoon's.
They walked into the bedroom after taking their jumpers off, taking the gift bags with them. They sat on the chairs around the pizzas and a few beers.
"I got Yoongi a cheese pizza and Hawaiian pizza for Jimin."
"Oh my god, my favourite," the youngest clapped his hands in excitement, "You got vege?"
Namjoon nodded as Yoongi shook his head, "I still can't get over the fact, that you like such monstrosity as pineapple on this delicious meal. You practically ruined it."
Jimin rolled his eyes, "We've been over this. Cry me a table."
"It's 'cry me a river'!" Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows. Namjoon giggled as he stuffed his mouth with pizza, Jimin rolling his eyes again. The tallest opened the beer for them and they clinked the bottles with the birthday boy.
After some small talk and making jokes, the boys handed Namjoon gift bags.
"Oh God, my mum is calling me," Yoongi looked at his phone, "I gotta take it, you can start without me," he smiled apologetically at Namjoon, who smiled in understanding.
The oldest left the room with his phone and Jimin clapped his hands in excitement, "Please, open mine."
Namjoon giggled and did what he was told to. He put his hand in the bag and took out rainbow suspenders, which made him chuckle.
"Thank you, Jiminie, but you know that I am not gay right?"
"Oh God, you're just like Yoongi," the younger rolled his eyes, "I know you're bisexual but the rainbow is also the symbol of the whole LGBT community.
"That's true, thank you," the older took the second gift out of it, which a neatly wrapped box. He tore the paper and looked at the person, who just came in. Yoongi sat down.
"Was it serious?" Namjoon asked but the latter shook his head, "Okay, okay, good to hear."
His attention shifted onto the gift again, eyes widening as he saw what was inside the box.
"Oh God, they are so perfect," Namjoon took the watch out, analysing it almost. Jimin smiled at the reaction.
"Do you like it?"
"Like it? I love it," he smiled at Jimin.
"I bought the batteries too; they are inside the box."
"Well, you are perfect, Jimin. Watch together with batteries? Damn, you really think about everything."
Jimin giggled as Namjoon was playing with it in his hands.
"But now, my gifts," Yoongi said and pushed the bag towards his best friend, who put the watch aside. Jimin raised his eyebrows at the latter's plural form of the object of the sentence, but he didn't say anything.
Namjoon took out the crab socks and gasped.
"No," he looked at Yoongi, who nodded.
"Yes."
"No."
"Yeah," he chuckled and nodded again.
"Oh my god, I love them! They are so perfect," Namjoon smiled, studying the blue piece of clothing with a small crab pattern on it, "Thank you so much."
"I'm glad you like them," Yoongi smiled.
"Thank you once more," Namjoon hugged them both at the same time, "You're amazing friends, I am so grateful. I feel like I don't even deserve this."
"You do, Namjoon," Jimin rubbed his back.
"Thank you really so much. For everything," Namjoon pulled away and the boys smiled at each other.
"But that's not all. Now the biggest gift," Yoongi said and handed an envelope to his best friend, who took it and opened it, expecting money or a gift card, but none of that came.
"Why are you giving me a picture of Rosey?" Namjoon's cheeks glowed red as he was looking at the photo. Jimin rose his eyebrows.
"Not just that," Yoongi smirked as a tall figure of a handsome man turned up in the doorframe, smiling gently at the latter. The younger's jaw fell open.
"Hi, you must be Namjoon," a soft voice echoed through the room and Namjoon's cheeks glowed with pink.
"H-hello," he stuttered, mentally slapping himself. The older smiled.
"We'll leave you to it, you have one hour, Namjoon. C'mon Jimin, let's leave," Yoongi said, taking the shorter by his arm and leaving the room, closing the door behind themselves. Jin walked closer to him and the other gulped, his eyebrows furrowing in worry.
"Oh, honey, I am not going to hurt you," Jin smiled gently and sat down on the bed next to Namjoon, "This is all about you."
The younger gulped again, feeling shy and nervous. He hated being like this in front of other people, especially when he wanted to make a good impression.
"You are so beautiful," he blurted out and covered his mouth, a blush covering his cheeks.
The latter caressed his cheek, "Thank you, baby. You're so adorable. So," he fixed Namjoon's hair a little bit, "Tell me what do you wanna do. We can have some fun but we don't have to if you don't want to. We can just talk and cuddle if that's what you're comfortable with. Although a little bird told me, that you haven't been with anyone for two years, is it true?" Namjoon nodded, "Oh, darling, how can someone so cute be single? I don't believe it."
All of these comments were making the younger feel flustered and slightly embarrassed because he had been lonely for such a long time, but Jin's voice was kind and there was no mocking. Namjoon was watching him with big doe eyes, feeling excited like a little kid on Christmas morning.
"So, tell me, honey, what are we going to do today?" The older asked, maintaining eye contact during the whole conversation.
"Could we maybe... take it slow?" he blushed and the older nodded.
"Sure, honey, whatever you're comfortable with," he replied with a soft smile. Namjoon bit his lip, his mind running wild. He shyly hugged the latter around his shoulders, expecting to be pushed away but two strong arms wrapped around his body. He breathed in Jin's scent, after two long years finally feeling a human (low-key) intimate contact. This was different from hugging his friends.
He felt the latter's warm skin against his own and closed his eyes.
"Maybe you could tell me something about you, darling?" Jin said, piercing the silence.
"Um, okay... I'm Namjoon, I'm 26 years old and I am a songwriter," his eyes travelled around the room behind the older.
"A songwriter? Did you write anything I know?" Jin asked, rubbing the back of the other.
"N-no, I don't think so. I don't have anything to write about now, um, so..."
"How's that possible?" he asked again, listening to the other's responses.
"Well, my main inspiration was my relationship and then, um, break-up. And now love is gone and sadness is not that strong to inspire me."
"Do you wanna talk about it? About your past relationship?"
Namjoon breathed out, "Well, we were together for five years with this girl, we met in college. When I found out she has been cheating on me with multiple guys since we graduated, I was devastated. Because I thought that when I will be financially stable, I will buy her a ring and propose. But thankfully, I didn't. And ever since then, I haven't been with anyone."
"She is such a bitch, you didn't deserve it," Jin caressed his hair on the back of his head, "You're a great and handsome guy."
"Thank you, Rosey," Namjoon closed his eyes.
"Please, call me Jin, okay?" the older said and the younger nodded.
"Okay, Jin. If you don't mind sharing, I'd like to know something about you."
"Well, I'm 28 years old and um, I study to become a veterinarian in Seoul. There really isn't much to say."
"Any bad relationships?"
Jin giggled, "No, but I am single like you. With the things that I do online, it's pretty hard to be in a relationship, you know. Men might feel jealous."
"Yeah, I get that."
They both fell into silence, holding each other firmly but softly. Jin laid his forehead on the latter's shoulder, both closing their eyes, just enjoying the moment. He breathed in the younger's scent and listened to his quiet breathing. He liked it, sitting there with this handsome gentleman and hugging, while not saying anything.
"What did you mean when you said that we could have fun?" Namjoon asked innocently, just not to misinterpret anything.
"I meant sex, darling," Jin opened his eyes.
"Um, can I kiss you then?"
Jin giggled a little and pulled away to look into Namjoon's eyes, "Of course you can. As I said, we can do anything you like."
The taller pressed a shy kiss on the latter's lips and quickly pulled away. Jin smiled upon seeing Namjoon's red cheeks.
"That wasn't a kiss. I want a proper kiss," the older pouted.
"A proper kiss?" Namjoon asked, his cheeks growing even darker. The latter nodded, a small smile coating his lips.
He got closer, his eyes shifting between Jin's eyes and his mouth. They both closed them when their lips met, which were softly rubbing against each other as their kiss continued, Namjoon's hands resting on the latter's cheeks. Jin pulled his body a little closer, squeezing him in his embrace.
They continued to kiss tenderly, Namjoon's hands travelling on the latter's body. He put them onto his waist shyly as he didn't know if that was what the other wanted. Jin breathed out in contentment into the kiss, his eyes closed.
He moved even closer and sat on the younger, their lips still touching. Namjoon kept on holding the latter's hips as Jin cupped his face. Their kiss became messier but it was still a soft interaction as their tongues joined in. Jin's hand went through the latter's hair, massaging the skull lightly and Namjoon pressed him onto himself. He sighed in happiness into the kiss, which came out as a quiet moan.
He pulled away and looked into the latter's eyes, their chests rising at a quick pace as he rubbed his own slightly swollen lips together.
"Are you okay with this?" The younger asked and the latter smiled softly.
"You don't have to ask every time. I am very very okay with it. Are you?" Jin asked and Namjoon nodded, his hair being swiped from his forehead.
"Just, um, this might sound weird..." the taller continued and the latter listened, "But please, don't take my t-shirt off, i-if we are going to um, you know."
"It doesn't sound weird, honey, not at all," Jin smiled, "I understand."
Namjoon overcame the short distance between them and kissed the latter again. He held his hips, which moved slightly on his lap, teasing the younger through his pants. Namjoon squeezed Jin's sides and slightly parted his lips, which was a sign for the latter to begin exploring every inch of the younger's mouth.
He felt the taller harden under him so he began to grind on him faster, not pulling away from the kiss. Namjoon moaned quietly, his hand travelling to Jin's butt, which he very lightly squeezed, so he didn't hurt him. The latter's rhythm was slow but steady.
He pulled away and got up, taking his top and pants off. Namjoon's jaw fell open slightly as he saw the latter's black panties with lace. This was even better than on a screen because right now, he could touch the latter and feel the warmth of his skin, smell his sweet scent and the whole experience was just so... real. He felt as if the boy was only his at the moment.
"Do you like them?" Jin winked and the latter blushed, hiding his face. The older giggled, "I wore them for you, you can look, darling."
Namjoon put his hands down shyly, crimson red coating his cheeks. He looked up, his dick hardening even more if it were possible. Jin spread the other's legs and he sat between them, taking his length out. His mouth began to water at the sight.
"Oh god, that's huge," he breathed in. Namjoon's dick was thick and long and he already imagined how good he would feel once this was inside him.
If he choked on it and died, he would be happy that his ending came this way.
Namjoon hid his face again in embarrassment, closing his eyes. This was the part of sex he hated the most; the nudity and the vulnerability connected to it.
"Um, c-can I... can I have one more request?" Namjoon asked quietly and the latter looked up.
"Sure, honey. You can have many requests," Jin answered and rubbed the younger's knee in a calming manner.
"C-can we use condoms?" he asked and then added quickly, "It's not anything about y-you, I j-just wanna be safe, y'know?"
"If that's what you want, honey, then sure," Jin smiled a little and took one out of his wallet. He put it onto the other's member.
He got up again, turning around and bending over to give Namjoon the perfect view of his delicious ass. The younger gulped as the other played with the hem of his undergarments. Namjoon's eyes were burning holes through the latter as he was just sitting in his spot, his mind hazy from the latter's presence. Jin slowly took them off, exposing his already-prepared hole. He looked over his shoulder to see the latter in a daze.
He smiled softly and turned back around. As he walked over to the boy, it seemed like he was brought back to reality. Jin sat down on his thighs.
"Okay, can I start? Are you ready?" The older asked and Namjoon nodded, watching him carefully.
Jin sat down, feeling the latter's length filling him up. He closed his eyes, his mouth opening in a silent scream, as he was sinking deeper and deeper. Namjoon caressed his cheeks while watching him, and bit his lip. Jin looked so sexy like this while he was drowning in pleasure, the latter was almost coming on the spot and they hadn't even started yet.
"You okay?" he asked quietly when the other stopped moving. Jin opened his eyes, making eye contact with him, a faint smile coating his lips. He pulled him closer and kissed him, taking his hands and putting them onto his hips.
"Yeah, I am. But you are so big, damn," Jin breathed out and Namjoon blushed.
"Oh Lord," the older gasped as he moved up and down, sinking even deeper than before. Namjoon watched him with worry and made him stop.
"You seem in pain. I don't want you to hurt yourself. We don't need to do that," he said quietly and Jin smiled softly. He caressed his cheek and pecked his lips.
"Don't worry, honey, I am fine. If you're okay, I'll continue."
"Yeah, I am fine. Just don't hurt yourself," Namjoon bit his lip as he watched the latter move again. Jin's eyes closed as he began to jump in a slow but steady rhythm, a few drops of precum leaking out. He grabbed the other's shoulder for support, squeezing lightly.
After a few seconds he got used to the feeling and the burning stretch sensation disappeared, being exchanged with pleasure. Quiet moans pierced the air meanwhile Namjoon was burning holes through the latter, since just by watching him he was getting more and more aroused. His lips parted slightly, his brain focusing only on breathing and the sexy human, who was bouncing on his lap.
"Oh my God," Jin gasped, the rhythm becoming quicker. He tilted his head, moving constantly as pleasure was spreading through his body. Namjoon helped him by moving his hands on his lips and bit his lip, enjoying the sounds the latter made a little too much.
"Ah~ Namjoon," the older moaned and Namjoon squeezed his hips so hard, he was sure his fingers would leave bruises. He groaned quietly, moving his hands on his hips faster. Jin's muscles were burning but he couldn't stop as felt so close to climax, Namjoon's dick rubbing the sensitive spot with every thrust. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to achieve even a hotter pace.
His walls spasmed around Namjoon's cock and his eyes rolled to the back of his head, as his orgasm took over his body. The latter followed soon after, his lips parting in a silent scream. Jin fell on the latter's chest, feeling the younger's fast heartbeat.
He breathed out and got up after a while, pulling the younger's length out. Namjoon watched him as he was taking his clothes back on and he pulled his pants back too, a small wave of sadness that the time with Jin was coming to an end crashing into him.
The older turned to him.
"That was nice," he said, a faint blush coating his cheeks. Namjoon smiled slightly, nodding.
"Yeah, you're right."
"Well, um, I guess I'll go...?" Jin said, feeling the awkwardness in the air. Namjoon opened his mouth but nothing was coming out.
"O-okay, bye," Jin waved and turned around, suddenly feeling embarrassed because of the whole situation.
"Wait, Jin," Namjoon almost exclaimed, getting up. Jin turned back to face him, slight surprise on his face.
"Do you, um, do you maybe wanna stay and cuddle? I-I can pay if the time ran out," Namjoon said, his cheeks red. Jin smiled a little as the request of the other made him happy.
"O-okay, sure, if you want me to."
Namjoon smiled as he watched the latter coming closer towards him. They both lied in the bed, hugging shyly. Namjoon pulled the blanket over them as he breathed in the scent of Jin's hair.
"So, um, do you do this often?" the younger asked, his ears red from embarrassment.
"Actually no, you are the first person."
"Oh wow. Is it because my friend was the only person to ever ask?"
Jin shook his head, "No, the only reason is that I know Yoongi personally."
Namjoon widened his eyes, "You do?"
"We met in college; we had a couple of classes together. He asked me and described you to me and reassured me that you won't do any crazy crazy things. And... umm... you are handsome, so... I agreed."
The faces of both men were now hot and red and they both felt lucky that the position they were currently in didn't allow them to see each other. Silence spread between them, only their breathing could be heard.
"You are unbelievable," the younger whispered. Jin smiled, his cheeks pinkish.
"Thank you. You too," he replied, closing his eyes.
And soon enough dreamland became their new reality...
Namjoon woke up to empty arms and an empty bed, the sun's warm touch tickling his face. He was used to that.
What he wasn't used to was the sweet scent of another human being in the room. The series of yesterday's events flushed his mind and his cheeks glowed pink. He breathed out with a small soft smile on his lips and got up, stretching his arms in the air. Like every morning, he walked up to the kitchen, where he made himself a cup of coffee and sat down in his bedroom at the table. He pushed his lips together as he saw an empty paper in front of him that had been blank for several weeks, maybe even months by now; he stopped counting as it didn't matter anyway.
He took a pen and suddenly, as an artist with a brush, he began to paint symphonies of words. He couldn't seem to stop and he didn't want to even; finally, he felt free, he felt as wings grew on his back. His creativity came back and as more and more words were filling up the white sheet of paper, the higher he flew. He was no longer a prisoner of boredom, of his own mind, of the non-creativity hindrance. It felt liberating, the cage he trapped himself in didn't exist anymore.
And he was writing. And writing. And once more, writing. Maybe it was Jin's great ass, maybe it was the pleasure, or maybe it was just the fact that something finally pulled him out of the routine he was constantly experiencing. But there was one thing for sure;
that passion indeed makes beautiful art.