Soul marks were meant to be special.
It was the first words that you heard your soulmate say.
Those words didn't have to be aimed toward you, but that didn't make them less special.
The words appeared just a few days after your 18th birthday, and would never disappear, only change. White if you hadn't met your soulmate yet, golden if you had heard the words spoken, and black if you met your soulmate and lost them.
Of course, it wasn't a perfect system. Since it was just the first words you heard your soulmate say, you could be fucked if you had a common phrase that you would hear all the time. That often meant that you would first notice when you got home and looked at your chest, and realised that the white had turned golden.
Luckily for Namjoon, that was not a problem he had.
Less luckily for Namjoon, he wished that he would never have to hear those words. When he woke up at 18, excited to see them, almost vibrating with pure cheer, he felt that he got slapped in the face by fate because the words on his chest were 'Well Cock and Ball torture might not be my thing, but I think you should at least try it once.
For obvious reasons, he didn't show his parents that one. Just said that it was private.
After that, he, in all honesty, wasn't sure what the hell he was meant to do or say about it, everytime he had to look at himself shirtless, he couldn't stop himself from almost hysterically laughing.
He had his life planned out from when he was young, he knew what he wanted in life! He knew what his goal was, and none of them included whatever the writing on his chest meant! He had even gone to actually look up what cock and ball torture meant, and then instantly clicked out of that google tab because he really didn't want to know after the first couple of links he had clicked.
What was his soulmate even into? Did his soulmate expect him to be into all of this? Namjoon was not sure he wanted to get his dick stepped on! Actually, he was very sure he didn't want to get his dick stepped on! If people wanted to be into that, then that was fine! But he certainly was not!
How had it all ended up like this? Namjoon didn't know. He also really didn't want to know, what the hell he would personally be doing, to lead to a position where he would be hearing those words! Was he in the future gonna be somebody who went to BDSM dungeons in his spare time?
Oh god, would he hear it in a porn or a Livestream that he watched? After that, he stopped watching any form of porn, terrified of hearing those words spoken by somebody he had no idea how to contact, and also, he was not telling his future kids that he met their other parent while watching porn!
So Namjoon really did find his mark to be a curse and a blessing all wrapped on in one, but as the years went on, he started to relax around it, 9 years passed, and he was 27, out of university and with a real adult job, Namjoon's life didn't revolve around the mark as much as it seemed to do when he was younger.
Part of him did wonder if maybe he would never find his soulmate, it seemed less and less likely that he would ever hear those words spoken to him. He wanted a soulmate, he really did, but maybe it wasn't so bad if he never found it anyways. He had come to learn and love himself, he didn't need the last piece to finish him like he used to believe when he was younger.
He wanted somebody to accompany him through life, as a fully fleshed person, instead of somebody to complete him. So he didn't seek out anymore, and he also didn't 'save himself' the same way that some people tended to do for their soulmates.
As he became an adult and lived his life, the idea to save yourself seemed more and more silly. It was easy enough to say for people who found their soulmate early on, but when you started getting to your early and mid-twenties, you started wanting some action. So Namjoon would go out and hook up with somebody when the need became too big to ignore, and he refused to feel guilty about it, he was an adult man! There was nothing wrong with having needs.
That was exactly what he was doing when everything suddenly changed.
It was Friday and Namjoon really needed to blow some steam off, letting Yoongi and Seokjin convince him to go out to a club. That did also leave Namjoon as being the constant third wheel, as the two older of his friends were running on their 8th year of knowing they were soulmates, but it was better than nothing, at least in Namjoon's mind.
Ready to blow out some steam, he looked around at the bar. Trying to find exactly what it was that struck his fancy that night, as his two friends went to order them some drinks, familiar enough with Namjoon to know that he needed a moment to really find out what would be striking his fancy that night.
It was slim pickings, or maybe Namjoon was just very picky, which was likely both, as he looked over at the people in the bar. His attention settled on a man at the bar, dark hair in a ponytail, arms covered with tattoos.
He was not normally what Namjoon went for, his type was more... big and able to hold him up against the while fucking him, but there was something about that man that just drew Namjoon to him. Maybe it was his body language, or maybe it was his laugh. Not that Namjoon could actually hear the laughter, the sound of the bar was way too loud for that, but the way he threw back his head was enough to signal that he was laughing, and laughing a lot.
He was with a friend, but it didn't seem to be that type of friend, so Namjoon didn't feel too bad as he settled his attention on the dark-haired, moving close.
Still not sure how he was gonna play it, or if the other man would even be interested, and as the always overthinking he was, he was already making multiple plans on how to do this. That was just who he was.
Just as he was sure that he had settled on one, all of his plans were thrown out of the windows as he heard those goddamn words, as he finally got close enough to the man to hear what he was saying " Well Cock and Ball torture might not be my thing, but I think you should at least try it once.'"
Namjoon's head blanked as he took in those words.
Those very specific words.
There was no chance that this was the wrong one, that he would ever hear those words again. This was his soulmate, this man that he was meeting in a bar while looking for a hookup was his soulmate, was his endgame, was that perfect person meant to fit with him like nobody else, the choice that fate had decided for him.
Namjoon had thought many times about exactly what he was gonna say when he finally met his soulmate, questions he needed to ask, but all of them went out of his brain as he watched the man be about to say another sentence, and the words were out of his mouth before he could even stop them "YOU! What the hell is wrong with you? You made my life a living hell!"
That got a reaction from the dark-haired man and his companion, both turning around, staring at Namjoon.
That was all the confirmation Namjoon needed that they were indeed soulmates, there was no way that Jungkook would have reacted the way he did without those being the words that he had marked on his chest.
"It's you." the man had a very nice voice, and Namjoon was not sure what to do about it, as he felt his cheeks flair pink. Everybody in the bar was looking at them, and NAmjoon had never in his life felt more embarrassed, and he once had so loud hiccups that a lecture had to stop, while everybody stared at him.
"I..." Namjoon couldn't find his words, so he did the first thing that came to mind, he turned around on his heel, and ran away like the coward he had never been before.
Had this been a romantic comedy, he would have gotten away with it, leaving both him and Jungkook to pine after each other, like love-struck soulmates, searching across the cold streets of Seoul to find each other again. Only for them to give up, seeing no hope, and then finally find each other again.
Sadly, it was a lot harder to just run out of a bar, where everybody was staring at you, especially when Namjoon really didn't have to build of somebody who could just blend into the shadows. He barely made it into the streets before a callused hand grabbed him around the wrist "hey! Don't do that! We just met! I had to live with these words for years, and I finally figured out why! You don't get to run away now!" the words were rude, they were just curious, and maybe a little whiny.
Namjoon couldn't leave after that, instead, they ended up actually talking, like the adult they were meant to be.
Namjoon's soulmate was Jeon Jungkook, a personal trainer a few years younger than Namjoon himself, who liked to pet dogs, and spend money on PNGs but the gacha game version instead of the NFT one, and hold hands while walking a trip down the river.
It was everything in a romance that Namjoon could ever have wanted or dreamed of wanting, and for 3 weeks everything just... worked out.
But in the end, Namjoon couldn't avoid the words on his chest anymore, they hadn't talked about it, but they also hadn't gone all the way, instead preferring to keep it slow even if they were soulmates.
That all came to a head one Saturday evening, after a date.
They were in Namjoon's apartment, and just one quick little innocent kiss had turned into a full-blown make-out session. Namjoon was on Jungkook's lap, one hand in the young man's hair, one on his shoulder, as Jungkook's hands were having a more interesting exploration down Namjoon's back until he could touch the taller man's ass. Getting a good stronghold of it, eagerly copping a feel.
Both were breathing heavily as Namjoon broke their kiss, knowing that he had to stop them so they could talk before they went out of line too quickly.
The words on his chest were still present in his mind, and he was unable to forget them "Kookie." He almost didn't recognize his own voice, it sounded so out of breath and heavy, even a little whiny. In his defence, Jungkook was very hot, and Namjoon could feel his cock through his trousers where he was sitting on the younger man's lap.
"Yes?" It did help at least a little that Jungkook was sounding just as out of breath and entranced as Namjoon "too much?"
Part of Namjoon just wanted to go ' not enough.' which was indeed what he was feeling, but he also knew that there was a certain surprise he did not want to suddenly run into mid having his back blown out "No it's just... " he pulled himself away a little more from the other, it was really unfair just how pretty Jungkook was with his hair down, but he could not get distracted.
Namjoon tried to find his words, unsure of how to say it, constantly distracted until he just blurted out "I am not into cock and ball torture! I don't wanna do that!"
Jungkook stared at him, wide eyes blinking slowly as he tried to take in the words more or less half yelled half whined, and then he started... laughing.
Which honestly just left Namjoon pretty miffed, as he did not appreciate getting laughed at.
"Hey!"
Jungkook couldn't stop laughing, and it wasn't the cute laugh, it was the full-on snorting kind of laugh that left your whole chest aching "you thought..." Jungkook didn't manage to get further with his sentence, before he once again, bent over laughing, dislodging Namjoon from his lap, as a series of unfortunate events started.
Namjoon was many things, but none of those things was elegant. So as he got bumped off Jungkook's lap with the other man laughing, he didn't manage to get his footing, or just scoot down next to him, now he went backwards, arms full cartwheeling. Since they were sitting on a couch at Namjoon's place, and in front of the couch was a coffee table that mostly was just used for wayward coffee cups he would forget and for rapmon to sit on, even if he wasn't allowed to.
Still, while it might not be used that often, it was solid and of oak wood, Namjoon had a very specific aesthetic he was going for in his first 'adult' home. It was normally wine, the only problem was that when Namjoon fell backwards, he fell straight into this, smashing the back of his head into the table, which really did not care about, not budging even a bit, as Namjoon's last sight before the world went black was Jungkook's facial expression going from laughing to horrified as the loud noise of skull against oak rung in the apartment, and then he blacked out.
He woke up just a few minutes later with Jungkook being a giant cry baby, shaking him lightly with tears down his face, "Joonie please wake up! Please I didn't wanna kill you, oh god I killed my soulmate and it is all Taehyung's fault! Oh god, I should call the hospital! Or the funeral home, oh no I am way too pretty to be a widow, they are all gonna think I killed you on purpose, and then my only way forward is to marry old men and kill them! Oh god."
"Widower..." Namjoon managed to mumble out, the entire world around him still spinning as he was trying to figure out exactly what had happened and what was happening around him.
"Namjoon! You aren't dead!" which just lead to more shaking, as clearly, Jungkook was a bit emotional over what had happened.
"Widower..." he mumbled again, blinking to try and clear his vision, hoping that the world would stop spinning, the back of his head felt kinda wet, it was weird, he was struggling to really think, which was normally something he couldn't stop doing even if he wanted too "widow is a woman, you are a man... a very pretty man." clearly the last part of the sentence was not something Namjoon had meant to say, but his soulmate was very very pretty.
"Oh god, we need to go to the hospital, and then hope I don't get killed by Yoongi."
"I will protect you." Well, that were the words that Namjoon wanted to say, but they were more slurred than anything.
So to the hospital, they went. Namjoon had to get the back of his head glued and indeed up with a concussion.
Overall, it was a 2/10 experience, but luckily for both of them, Yoongi did not kill Jungkook, even if he did indeed threaten to do so.
It was first weeks later that the conversation came up again, Jungkook was feeling guilty for the fact that their first semi sexual encounter had ended the way it did and was treating Namjoon like a precious teacup that he was afraid of smashing, something Namjoon did not very much appreciate.
In the end, they were cooking dinner, neither of them sure how to bring it up. It wasn't as if they were tense, that wasn't the right words, but there was definitely... something going on. Both feeling awkward about how to bring it up.
The thing was, Jungkook was never good at keeping things on the inside, he was much more... outside voice.
The adult thing would be for them to sit down and talk it through, but that was really not his style, as mid cutting the veggies, because clearly, he did not make good choices Jungkook blurted out "I don't want cock and ball torture either! I was just trying to talk Taehyung into his tinder date!"
"AW!"
And another injury to add to the pile of the NamKook trash fire of communication as Namjoon's tiny little peeling knife, went straight into his thumb, of course leading to another freak out from Jungkook who ended up running around the apartment looking for a bandage, even if the bleeding had stopped before it even got to need a bandage.
30 minutes later, dinner was forgotten, in forever of ordering food, as a pokemon bandage was wrapped carefully around Namjoon's finger, as Jungkook asked him to hold his hand up as if he was actively bleeding out.
Namjoon would have felt offended if it wasn't just cute "do you wanna tell me about what you actually meant with Taehyung and Tinder?" Namjoon was both giggling and trying to cover his mouth with his hand, only for Jungkook to snap it back, making sure to keep it up.
"Taehyung had a bad date." Jungkook whined, clearly a little shy about it "and the guy was really nice, just Taehyung's type, but his tastes were a little... out there. I was trying to make Taehyung give him a chance."
He couldn't stop himself from smiling, it was kinda cute how Jungkook just wanted the best for his friend "so...you don't wanna step on my cock."
There was no way that the shade of white Jungkook turned was healthy "No! I would just like to... touch it." from white to red, Jungkook's face was doing some impressive colour changes as both of them got shy about exactly what it was they were talking about.
Sex.
The horizontal mambo.
The rubbing of bits together for the sake of shooting out tiny humans, well hopefully there would be none of that because Namjoon was pretty sure that if they as two men managed to create children by rubbing their bits together, they would be locked up as medical experiments, and that really was not how he wanted to spend the rest of the day.
"Well if that is what you want, you should probably start by coming over here and kissing me." Namjoon was impressed with himself about how smooth he sounded, he didn't even sound like he was scared of getting turned down, which was definitely how he was actually feeling.
Luckily for him, it seemed that Jungkook was very much on board with that idea, as it didn't take him more than a few seconds before he was across the room, and eagerly kissing the daylight out of Namjoon, the minor wound on his finger forgotten in favour of pressing him against the soft cushions of the couch.
It would probably have gone much further had it not been for the doorbell going off signalling that their food was finally there. They jumped apart like a bunch of teenagers getting walked in on by their parents after having promised to wait until marriage.
Both awkwardly laughed as they tried to hide the start of erections as they picked up their food, from a very tired college student who really didn't have time for them being weird.
The food was never eaten, well at least not that day, because as soon as Namjoon closed the door, he was pressed up against the said door, Jungkook's lips pressed to his in a hot breathtaking kiss, seemingly under the impression that he was gonna die the second he was no longer kissing Namjoon.'
It was a need that Namjoon himself was feeling, burying his hands in the other man's shoulder-length hair, wrapping those silky locks around his fingers to make sure that Jungkook didn't move away.
Not that Jungkook seemingly had any plan or idea about moving away, more than happy just being pressed against Namjoon, sneaking a thigh between the older man's legs, giving Namjoon something to finally grind his aching cock against something. His moan was swallowed up by Jungkook's lips, who just took it seemingly as an invitation to plunder Namjoon's mouth, again, with no objection from Namjoon, who was under the impression that it was the best damn idea he had heard or seen all day.
Namjoon, was in all honesty, not completely sure how they ended up in the bedroom, which in his defence... lust-driven amnesia definitely had to be a real thing!
It had never felt like this with any other partner, Namjoon wasn't a virgin, hell he had met Jungkook while trying to get some, but still, nobody ever felt the way Jungkook felt. There was no way around it. It was perfect in ways that he could never have dreamt of, was this how soulmates always felt? Or were Namjoon and Jungkook just special?
He had no answer to that, and he also had no care about it.
All that mattered at that moment was the two of them, flush against each other, Jungkook taking a position between Namjoon's parted thighs, seemingly fitting there perfectly, like the spot had been carved out just for him years ago.
Namjoon didn't want to break the kiss, he didn't want to think, he just wanted, but when Jungkook pulled away, Namjoon fought his instincts to chase the younger man's lips, to press them together in a desperate push to sink into the man and never leave. Instead resting against the pillow, look up at Jungkook with wide eager eyes, breathing heavily, matched by his soulmate's lungs trying desperately to force enough oxygen down into them.
"Are you sure?" Jungkook's voice was different from normal, rough, but also needy from arousal "we don't have to if you aren't ready."
It was so cute that Jungkook, even as they were this far into it, we're still making sure that Namjoon was into it, in all honesty, it only made him want Jungkook more, maybe there really was something to 'consent is sexy'.
"I am pretty sure if you don't fuck me right now, I am gonna die." maybe that was a bit dramatic, Namjoon was aware, but he couldn't stop himself, every part of his body just wanted.
That seemingly was everything that Jungkook could wish to hear as the next second's his lips were eagerly being pressed against Namjoon's again, in a needy kiss, pressing his hard body against Namjoon's, cocks rubbing against each other in the most perfect of ways, sending a spark of pleasure up Namjoon's spine.
From there, their clothes have quickly been discarded, the need to have skin against skin too strong, as they needed to be able to touch.
Namjoon happily, and eagerly running his hands over the inked parts of Jungkook's body that had previously been hidden from him, he had known since they had met that his soulmate had large parts of his body inked, always saying that since he had first started, it was near impossible to stop.
Every centimetre of skin revealed, felt like intoxication to Namjoon.
It was first when they were both down to their birthday suit, and Jungkook was reaching for the lube that Namjoon really took the time to take in the other man, in all his beauty and he couldn't stop himself from propping himself up on his arms while leaning back on the bed, eyes hungry as he really took in Jungkook.
It seemed that he was not the only one taken aback by the view he was getting, as Jungkook almost dropped the lube when he turned back to Namjoon, his eyes hungry as they ran over Namjoon's exposed body.
Tension was heavy in the air, both seemingly unsure who would break it, until Namjoon himself could no longer hold it in, letting out a teasing comment "so no cock and ball torture?"
For just a moment, Jungkook stared at him, seemingly unable to really take in what was being said, but then he just laughed "that I promise." the next moment, before Namjoon could find another teasing comeback, Jungkook was over him, pinning him to bed with one hand, while kissing him eagerly "you drive me insane, you know that right?" Jungkook's words were whispered against Namjoon's lips, making heat fly to Namjoon's cheeks.
Of everything, those words served to make him shyer than the press of Jungkook's cock against his thigh.
"Not as much as you do me." Namjoon's words were shy and mumbled, again, Jungkook made him feel ways that nobody else had ever made him feel.
"Well, I certainly will do you." Jungkook winked at him, before lightly tabbing his hip with the hand not holding Namjoon's down, clearly having dropped the bottle of lube somewhere in the bedding "back or hands and knees?"
Why did Jungkook have to ask such genuinely hard questions? It simply was not fair for Namjoon's slowly melting brain as he tried to make a decision. Goddamn what was it with Jungkook and giving him hard choices?
In the end, his need and desperate want to get his back blown out won out over his need to touch and see.
Getting them positioned correctly was not nearly as sexy and simple as Namjoon had hoped or wanted, but then again, first times were never, and both of them were left laughing when Namjoon in his hurried attempt to turn around ended up almost kicking Jungkook in the face.
It was... good. They were laughing and it was helping take some of the pressure off, the first time you slept with somebody always had this air of something that can go wrong at any time, but with Jungkook, Namjoon could laugh and not feel so pressured it was... good.
And it didn't stop it from being incredibly hot as Jungkook finally started fingering Namjoon open and loose, it seemed that in his hurry to get going and to get to the part they both so desperately wanted, he hadn't taken off his rings, the feeling of the cold metal against Namjoon's entrance in combination with the sticky wet lube and the warmness of Jungkook's skin was in Namjoon's opinion the best thing that he had ever felt.
His arms were shaking as soon as Jungkook was three fingers deep inside him, slowly and cautiously working him open, making sure that Namjoon was comfortable every step of the way.
It felt so good, the little kisses that Jungkook was spreading over his shoulder and back, the soft words, sweet compliments saying how pretty Namjoon was, how beautiful the other man found him, how Jungkook never wanted to look away. Words that Namjoon had a hard time even just accepting, but he was unable to do anything other than letting out keening little sounds and moans as Jungkook worked his body skillfully.
Only brushing his prostate with the tips of his fingers, leaving him on the edge with nothing to give him the push he needed to finally tilt himself over the edge and get the orgasm he so craved and nothing against his dick as he was still holding himself up over the bedsheets "just fuck me already!" it sounded more like a wail than any sound Namjoon would normally make, but he was feeling desperate.
His normally strong arms were shaking, his cock was aching and his hole felt desperately empty as Jungkook pulled his fingers out, making Namjoon produce yet another whined noise that strained his vocal cords.
"Just a moment, fuck." Jungkook pressed a kiss to the small of Namjoon's back, making the older man's entire body shake as he heard the bottle of lube being opened again, Jungkook's low moan gave away just how desperate he was as well, as he made himself good and wet, ready for this show to finally get on the row.
And Namjoon had a terrible idea that it was about to become a very short show, even without any pressure on his cock, he still felt that he was much closer to the edge than he would ever want to admit to.
The hand that Jungkook placed on Namjoon's hip was shaking, giving away all the feelings that his voice was trying to keep in, as he guided the blunt head of his cock to Namjoon's entrance, making oxygen get stuck in Namjoon's throat, as they were both still for just a moment.
The feeling was nearly enough to drive Namjoon insane, the weight of the cock, everything Namjoon had ever wanted, so perfectly against his entrance, applying just the barest of pressure, not even threatening to breach, just staying there as a warm comfortable feeling.
"Are you..." Jungkook starts, and Namjoon knows what he wants to say before Jungkook even finishes the sentence.
He interrupts him, and in a voice, he doesn't even recognise as his own he pleads "yes! I am sure, just fuck me, or I might actually die." it's something straight out of a shitty porno, but it is really what Namjoon is feeling in that moment.
Never beforehand did he understand the 'dying of blueballs' sentiment, but right then and there, Namjoon was sure that he was about to die of blueball if Jungkook didn't fuck him already.
That seemed to be the right answer, as Jungkook's hand curled against Namjoon's hip, getting a good hold of him "you are gonna be the death of me." he sounded hoarse like he was barely controlling himself.
"Not if you kill me by blue balls first!" Namjoon whined, burying his face in the pillow in front of him, wiggling his ass a little to try and push back and finally get the other mans fat cock buried inside him in a desperate need to be filled.
He didn't have to wait much longer, as Jungkook finally seemed to take some form of mercy on him, as he finally started to push in, the blunt head of the warm cock breaching Namjoon's entrance with a wet sound that was overshadowed by both Jungkook and Namjoon's perfectly in sync moan of pleasure, finally. What they had both craved was happening.
Jungkook's hand on Namjoon's hips were guiding him backwards, as the pillow was swallowing each of Namjoon's little noises.
Namjoon had had a lot of sex in his life, probably more than the average person not yet to meet his soulmate, but that didn't stop the fact that nobody had ever filled Namjoon the way that he was craving so badly.
As Jungkook's hips finally hit the back of Namjoon's arse he bottomed out, both stilled, breathing heavily really taking in each other.
It had always been said that the first time with your soulmate would be special, it would be when the bond between the two mates finally settled, and the two souls that had been split at birth finally become one again.
Namjoon had never subscribed to that, as much as there were great jokes in how a dick in his ass was meant to make him whole, but clearly, he was about to owe his mother a great big apology, because he had never felt more whole than in that moment.
He could feel the bond settling in his mind, realising that the idea of a bond wasn't just a metaphorical idea, but actually, a real thing, as he felt a little part of Jungkook settle in his mind as a big part of Jungkook settled in his ass.
He could feel Jungkook lean over him, clearly just as overwhelmed as Namjoon, forehead resting against Namjoon's shoulder breathing heavily.
They just... sat there, for just a little while. Taking in the new real connection that had formed, something more than just the marks on their bodies showing them as soulmates, instead settled inside of them, in their souls, binding them together in ways that were better than anything either had dreamed about.
It felt like too much, and too little all at the same. It was perfect, and imperfect all at one moment.
It was them, and nobody else, a little weird, a little strange, and maybe a bit too much. It wasn't for anybody else, but perfect for Namjoon.
It felt as if he had his ears full of water and they finally popped, letting in all the noise at the same time, but instead of sound, it was felt, as seemingly every nerve in his body fired.
The sound out of his mouth, he was sure was not human "please!" he wasn't even sure what he was begging for.
It had no right to feel as good as it, as Namjoon loved every moment of feelings running through his body.
Luckily, the bond seemed to make it so that Jungkook understood exactly what Namjoon wanted, pulling back out until just the barest tip of his engorged cock was resting at the older man's entrance, resting there for just a moment.
Before Namjoon could whine and make demands, Jungkook gave him exactly what he wanted and craved as he slammed back in with one deep thrust, bottoming out again, following it with a fast needy pace.
Neither of them was gonna last long, there was no hope of that, everything was just too much. All Namjoon could do was moan, groan and whiny Jungkook's name in near desperate pleas of things he wasn't even sure of what were.
All of them answered by Jungkook's seemingly equal desperation and need, his hands greedily roaming over Namjoon's hips, arse and upper body guiding him with one, while the other was seemingly incapable of staying still.
Namjoon was loving every moment of it.
Loving every cut off moan of his name that Jungkook groaned into his shoulder as he attempted to cover Namjoon's larger body with his own, attempting to blanket it, but failing.
It was sweet, maybe a little cute, and somehow it lit even more of a fire inside of Namjoon. His hand was shaking as he reached down to wrap a hand around his desperate and aching cock. He was so close, he just needed one little push, as he tried his best to fuck both into his hand and back onto the cock filling him so perfect.
"Joon..." Jungkook's desperate groan into his shoulder.
Namjoon was sure that he was gonna have a fair few amounts of bite marks there, and he could not find it in him to care if anything he loved. He wanted marks all over him that showed that he belonged to Jungkook, and wanted to leave marks all over the other man in return. Make sure that nobody could ever misunderstand that they belonged together. That fate had seen them and recognised them as two halves needed to make a whole.
They were soulmates.
Namjoon and Jungkook, Jungkook and Namjoon, two halves to make a whole.
Namjoon couldn't hold it in anymore, as he came over his own hand, with Jungkook's name on his lips, and his face buried in a pillow, but still somehow loud enough that Jungkook could hear it.
That was seemingly all it took to push Jungkook towards the inevitable end as well, moaning Namjoon's name in a low tone as he chased the desperate high of an orgasm with piston fast movements of his hips, until he stilled, no longer able to keep it in, filling Namjoon to the brim, before more or less collapsing over the other man's back, breathing heavily into his ear, as both of them attempted to really make sense of the feelings they were feeling, of the new bond between them. Of what 'soulmates' really meant.
The connection was more than either of them could ever have dreamed of, it was perfect in ways that neither had ever expected, that neither had known they could dream off.
They just breathed together, both trying to calm their racing hearts.
"That was..." Jungkook started, before sopping, seemingly not sure how to continue it.
"Perfect?" Namjoon's voice was rough, clearly, he had been louder than even he himself had realised, "everything any story had ever dared to let me dream about?"
"Yeah, that..." Jungkook's words were mumbled against Namjoon's shoulder, seemingly unable or maybe unwilling to move away from where he had made himself very comfortable on top of him.
Not that Namjoon minded as he finally let his own arms and legs give in, resting on top of the soft bedding, pinned to it in the most delicious way. He hadn't known that it was what he was into, having somebody else pin him to the mattress, keeping his mind and body still.
Then again, maybe he shouldn't be surprised, it did seem like a very Namjoon thing to be into.
"I love you." Namjoon's voice was a little floaty, and he hadn't meant to say the words, he wasn't sure if they were there in their relationship, but there was no way that he could keep it to himself anymore.
Had he not felt so light and floaty, he would probably have been scared that he was overstepping, that he was overwhelming Jungkook, going at a speed that the younger wasn't ready for. But at that moment, none of that mattered, in that moment, he could for once be out of his brain, and instead be in the moment.
That moment was him loving Jungkook, loving his soulmate.
Jungkook huffed into his shoulder "You better!" the words were muffled by the fact that he was not moving away from Namjoon, "because I am never letting you go again." That... that was something Namjoon could live with.
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This was written for the Bottom Namjoon Fest, got a few fics upcoming!
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