As soon as the door closed, their bodies crashed into each other. No one could say where Seokjin's lips ended and where Namjoon's started. Their hands roamed onto each other's bodies. Namjoon took off Seokjin's suit jacket with ease and threw it away somewhere in the room. The buttons of the waistcoat came off as well. The heat of the moment was so high that they didn't know when they reached the bed. Seokjin's back of the knee hit the edge of the bed, making him fall on the bed. Namjoon smirked and took off his coat. Seokjin sat back on the bed and pulled Namjoon to himself with Namjoon's tie.
"Someone's impatient." Namjoon chuckled.
Seokjin tilted his head, "Because someone has been going slow."
Namjoon rolled his eyes, "I am not being slow." He leaned down to Seokjin's ears and bit on his ear lobe, "I am just setting the mood."
A shiver ran down Seokjin's spine as he whimpered a little, "I hate the impact you have on me."
Namjoon smirked and went down to his jaw, "I love it when you cry for me." Seokjin was about to deny it but it was cut short by a low moan when Namjoon nipped on his collarbone. This only boosted Namjoon's ego, "Just like that, baby."
The shirt that Seokjin was wearing was gone soon after. When Seokjin tried to get Namjoon's shirt off, Namjoon held both Seokjin's wrists in one hand and held them above Seokjin's head, "You aren't using your hands today." He took something from the bed and slowly raised up a little. He kissed Seokjin's wrists gently before tying them with Seokjin's tie. "Just be a good pillow prince for me today." He said before placing soft kisses across his cheek and then going to his neck.
The moans and whimpers started growing louder as Namjoon went lower. It was like he remembered every single soft spot he found the first time they were like this. When Seokjin felt Namjoon's teeth brush across his nipple, his moan became even louder, "Fuck..." He hissed and sniffled but couldn't make himself lower his hands.
Seokjin hissed when the cold air hit his cock as Namjoon took off his pants and boxers together. Namjoon smirked and lightly palmed it, leaning closer to Seokjin's ears, "Looks like someone is excited. You are already leaking."
Seokjin grunted, "If you don't do something soon, I'll throw you out of the house."
Namjoon scoffed and took his hand off of Seokjin's cock entirely and shrugged, "Try me." When Seokjin glared at him, Namjoon smirked and turned around to go to the wardrobe. "You should really upgrade your threats, hyung." When he came back, he threw the condom packets and lube on the bed and settled between Seokjin's legs, "Your threats aren't even half as scary as you actually look." He loosened his tie, opened a few top bottoms of his shirt and folded the sleeves till the elbow.
Seokjin tilted his head, "You think I am scary?"
Namjoon brushed the pad of his thumb across Seokjin's already bruised nipple, making him whimper, "Not now, that I have seen you like this." He drizzled a copious amount of gel on his fingers before circling it around Seokjin's hole. Seokjin closed his eyes anticipating the burn that followed. No matter how much he would like to deny it, Namjoon's fingers were huge and capable of making him cum untouched.
But before the stretch and pain came, his breath hitched as he felt Namjoon's lips on his. The kiss carried so much passion that Seokjin almost missed the burn that came from Namjoon's finger. Seokjin huffed in the kiss when he felt Namjoon's finger grazing his insides. One finger soon turned to two.
A sudden realisation dawned on Namjoon that Seokjin was completely naked, while he was still dressed. Namjoon felt so powerful watching Seokjin naked under him, shivering due to his small touches, hearing Seokjin moan and whine as he scissored his fingers and curled them occasionally. After a while, he removed his fingers all the way out, making Seokjin whine louder.
"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