Namjoon did indeed live very close by. The walk there was full of giggles, laughs and more kisses exchanged between the two of them as Namjoon guided them back home.
He honestly did not know what had gotten over him, he had before just invited somebody home that he had met that day, but he didn't regret it.
He wanted this.
He wanted Jungkook.
Maybe it was the long time they had spent flirting, maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was Namjoon finally giving in to what his heart wanted.
In the end, it didn't matter.
What mattered was the fact that they were very much on the same page.
The front door to his flat building turned out to not be an extremely comfortable surface to make out against, the glass was cold and easily felt through his thin jacket was more for aesthetics than for keeping out the cold, but that was not what Namjoon was focused on.
How would he even be able to focus on that, when Jungkook's long lean body pressed against his, his mouth eagerly exploring and his hands finding their way under Namjoon's thick jacket.
Jungkook's hands were so warm and soft, most likely from the fact that the only physical work he had ever gotten in his life was the gym and moving his mouth. Namjoon wasn't sure that he ever wanted Jungkook to stop touching him, he hadn't known that somebody else's hands could feel so perfect.
If this was how they felt while still not touching his bare skin, he didn't even dare to think about that. He wasn't sure he would be able to keep his sanity.
It wasn't as if Namjoon's own hands were all that pure and innocent, one already finding its way into Jungkook's hair where it hadn't taken long to work the pro player's hair tie onto his own wrist so this soft and pretty locks could flow free. It truly was a shame that Jungkook always kept it up seemingly, it was such pretty hair.
He wasn't pulling at Jungkook's hair, not really but it did help him guide Jungkook's head into a better angle, tongues wrapping around each other as they could barely get enough of each other.
He wasn't quite sure exactly who broke the kiss, but he knew that the second it did he couldn't stop himself from moaning out Jungkook's name as the other's mouth found its way down Namjoon's neck leaving kisses that slowly turned into sucks and love bites. Namjoon knew that his neck was going to be a mess in the morning, but he couldn't find it in himself to stop him.
If anything, he pushed Jungkook's head closer to his neck, tilting his head back even more, his eyes barely open as he took in the snow slowly falling the stark white again Jungkook's hair creating one of the prettiest pictures Jungkook had ever seen.
He was more than happy with letting Jungkook ravage him exactly where they were, but he was distracted by the key digging into his ass as he had slipped his keys into the back of his jeans, and it really did not feel comfortable "Jungkook..." The words mumbled out as he did as little effort as he could while still at least pretending to make effort.
Jungkook moaned against his neck, clearly, he liked having his hair pulled, and put even more interest into marking Namjoon's neck up "Do that again." he ran his tongue up Namjoon's neck in a teasing fashion, before nipping at the lobe of Namjoon's ear, forcing a near whine out his throat.
He had no idea that he had such sensitive ears, but Namjoon was pretty sure that he was willing to commit war crimes if it meant that Jungkook wouldn't stop as he gave another light tug to the other man's hair "Fuuuck~ just like that." Jungkook's voice was husky and laced with arousal "you can do it a little rougher." his tongue traced the edge of Namjoon's ear, leaning move heavily against him as Jungkook had to go to the tips of his toes to really reach "I love when people pull my hair, especially when I am going down on them."
Namjoon's head was swimming at the sheer idea of Jungkook's wet and clearly talented mouth wrapping around his cock. He wasn't sure that he had ever gotten as hard as fast as he was at that moment.
There was a large part of him that he didn't want to admit was real, was more than ready and willing to let Jungkook do exactly that, but he really didn't want to move, and having somebody suck his cock outside of the building was more than likely going to end up with him getting not just kicked out of the place, but also sued.
Namjoon really tried to focus on what was going around him, this time getting a good hold of Jungkook's hair, pulling him fully away so they could both think. The moan Jungkook let out was enough for Namjoon's entire body to shake, he had never wanted somebody this much.
"Let's find an actual bed, before we end up spending the night in jail or worse, freezing our balls off." Namjoon almost didn't recognise his own voice. He wanted to sound like he was the one setting the rules, speaking with authority. Instead, his voice was higher than normal, and he sounded both out of breath and whiny.
He sounded like he had already gotten fucked.
Even if he wanted to hide just how turned on everything Jungkook did make him, there was no way he was able to now.
Jungkook's eyes were dark, and he was breathing just as heavily as Namjoon while running his eyes over Namjoon in front of him. He licked his lips making Namjoon's heart beat faster in his chest.
Jungkook looked as if he wanted to ravage him, and Namjoon found that he wanted nothing as much as he wanted that.
"You sure?" Jungkook leaned up, not kissing him, but close enough that Namjoon could feel the warmth of his breath against his lips "the snow covers us, nobody will see." he pressed his full body against Namjoon, his hard cock resting just against Namjoon's thigh, making itself known and present.
For a fleeting moment, before the rational and logical part of his brain that maybe he should be the one to suck some cock, right at this moment, preferably the actual 5 minutes ago. He forced himself to focus "think about how much more fun a bed would be." he was not very convincing; he was barely convincing himself, as he pulled Jungkook close to kiss him again just as he finished his sentence.
Luckily for them, Jungkook found his one brain cell somewhere in Namjoon's mouth as he agreed when they broke the kiss "show me the way the."
It should definitely not have taken them as long as it did to get up to Namjoon's flat, but since there was no lift, they had to take the stairs and both of them would constantly stop to steal more kisses and get a bit of groping in.
As soon as they actually got to Namjoon's flat, clothes were falling off faster than what should be humanly possible. Both were down to just their knickers as they finally managed to fall onto the bed. (Namjoon was very happy that he had actually changed his sheets and bedding just before going to the final, else this would be very embarrassing.
He hadn't taken the time to just look over Jungkook as they undressed each other, he had been busy trying to find out what secrets Jungkook's mouth and tongue held, but he finally took the time.
He knew there was a stereotype about exactly how gamers were meant to look, but Jungkook broke every single one of them. Jungkook's upper body was lean and muscled, and black ink snaked around his upper body, creating pictures and images that Namjoon would love to trace with his tongue. Every part of his body was seemingly created out of a wet dream that Namjoon was sure he at one part had.
"Fuck." He couldn't stop himself from leaning forward to get his mouth on more of that inked skin, tracing a series of kisses over Jungkook's right pectoral muscle where a dragon that looked very much like Death Wing spiralled around it.
He was so busy taking in Jungkook's body and getting to touch as much as possible, that he completely missed Jungkook's own expression at getting to see Namjoon. He didn't see the look of worship that Jungkook was wearing, showing that he was clearly just as taken with what he saw as Namjoon himself was.
Jungkook threw his head back as Namjoon closed his mouth around one of his nipples, tongue gliding over the bar that was proudly present in both of them "fuck Namjoon." he had not planned on sleeping with Namjoon this early, he really hadn't.
What he had planned on was doing exactly what Seokjin had said, treat him right, do right by Namjoon and tons of other things, but then there had been the dinner and the wine, and the light flirting and when it was clear that Namjoon had the same wants and ideas, who was he to turn it down.
A stronger man might have been able to, but Jungkook was not a strong man, not when it came to pretty men with dimples who he had secretly been crushing on for months.
"How far do you want to go?" Jungkook was still staring at the ceiling, eyes closed as he panted, letting Namjoon play with his pierced nipples, trying not to sound like he was about to find out if he could cum without anybody touching his dick because fuck that felt good.
That seemed to get a reaction from Namjoon "I uhm... as far as you feel comfortable with?" that was more of a question than an answer, and Jungkook knew that they would have to talk about this.
Pulling himself away a little, sitting on his knees, with one of Namjoon's legs on either side of him, both still in their knickers, he took the time to really centre himself and make sure that he was calm enough to actually have this conversation "we don't have to do anything if you don't want to. I am more than happy to just cuddle."
He was surprised to find that it was the actual truth, if Namjoon just wanted to lie down on the bed and cuddle, Jungkook was more than happy to do just that. He didn't need more, not that he wasn't more than willing to take more if it was offered.
Namjoon flushed, and not the sexy aroused flush that he was wearing earlier, but a genuine flush showing that he was a little embarrassed "I want more, it has just... been a while." those last words were mumbled, and he was looking away from Jungkook fiddling with his hands as he was clearly embarrassed by his words, worried of what Jungkook was going to think.
"That's fine!" Jungkook couldn't help it, a little smile was spreading on his lips, Namjoon was so cute it wasn't fair. How could such a tall and well-muscled man be so cute? The world really wasn't fair, "what matters is what you want, we will figure it out from there." he reached out, slowly turning Namjoon's face towards him again so he could kiss him, this kiss much softer and slower than their other ones.
It might have held just as much passion, but not the same form of heat.
Both were breathing a bit more heavily as it broke, Jungkook leaning his forehead against Namjoon "so how are we going to do this? How do you prefer it?" the wine was still in his blood, but he wouldn't call himself close to drunk, barely even tipsy. Just enough that he felt no shame in his own words.
There was a slight pull on Jungkook's hand that was resting on Namjoon's soft and warm cheek, a sign that Namjoon was trying to look away, but the hand holding him keeping him looking into Jungkook's dark eyes "uhm... bottom of that is okay." those words were an almost whisper, before picking up in speed and louder as the next part of the sentence almost fell out of his mouth "but I don't mind! I can do anything; I really don't mind! It's up to you."
It didn't take a genius to figure out that Namjoon preferred to bottom but had gotten negative responses to that in the past.
Which was stupid, yes Namjoon was tall, muscled and manly, but that had nothing to do with what a person liked! Jungkook saw sex like chocolate, it was good, and he was more than willing to have some if offered to him, not much caring about the flavour.
Also known as he was both for getting dicked down and doing the dicking down. Sex was good, who cared.
Maybe he was a little excited about Namjoon's words as well, it gave him the chance to really treat Namjoon like the prince he deserved to be treated like.
"That works for me, seems like we were already going that way." Jungkook kept the mood light, later, at some other point, he would ask more, because he was sure there was a history there that he would want to know.
Instead at that moment, he leaned forward, Namjoon's legs easily spreading to make more room for him so Jungkook could lean their full bodies against each other "got some stuff here?" he was fully in Namjoon's breathing room, voice low and almost growly.
For the barest of moments, he wondered if maybe he had gone a bit too far, but the way that Namjoon's pupils widened, eating up almost all of his iris, leaving just a tiny sliver of brown, showed that Namjoon did not seem to mind.
"Uhm... drawer." Jungkook had to let go of Namjoon's face which he was still holding to actually reach said drawer, but he did stop to kiss Namjoon hot and heavy first, a string of saliva connecting them as he pulled back.
"Let me grab it really quick." he did a teasing bite to Namjoon's lower lip, before reaching over and opening the drawer.
"Wait no!" Namjoon tried to stop him, but not before Jungkook realised exactly what was in the drawer that made Namjoon want to stop him.
He couldn't help it, but grin as he grabbed the lube "the rest might be a little bit too early, let's return to that later." the drawer that he had opened did not just contain lube and condoms, but also different toys that showed that Namjoon definitely took the time to enjoy himself.
One thing especially, a dildo that very much did not look like a human cock did grab his attention, especially remembering that Namjoon himself had admitted that while he did edit a lot of dark romance, sometimes it got closer to that of erotica.
That would be for another time, hopefully, there would be another time, and Namjoon would be willing to show Jungkook exactly how he used it.
His cock ached at that thought, but he really had to focus on Namjoon who was stammering out a few words that barely worked together as a sentence, embarrassed by what Jungkook had seen. Which was insane, because if anything it was fucking hot, and Jungkook was going to end up lasting much shorter than he wanted if he kept thinking about it "none of that." he threw the lube and condom on the bed next to them, to pin Namjoon completely down both with body and hands "it's fucking hot, I hope you show me one day exactly how you use them."
Namjoon stared up at him, eyes wide and splayed out so perfectly for Jungkook to take in, "really?" there was such a hesitancy to Jungkook, that he knew that he had a lot of work yet to be done, but it was something he more than looked forward to.
"Always." That was all he said before Namjoon's lips once again distracted him, and he couldn't stop himself from kissing them.
Maybe Namjoon didn't fully believe him, at least not yet, but it was a challenge that Jungkook more than looked forward to taking in hand. Still, Namjoon relaxed into the sheet's hand finding its way back into Jungkook's hair that he seemingly loved so much.
Everything was easy from there, with wine no longer making their move clumsy and needy, it didn't take much work to get both of them naked. Jungkook was half moaning, half whining as Namjoon wrapped his hand around his cock jerking Jungkook to full hardness.
"If you keep doing that, that is going to be open way before I wanted it to." Jungkook was panting, sitting on his knees between Namjoon's spread legs, grabbing for the lube and condoms.
Namjoon who had seemingly gotten over his shyness, finally felt comfortable with what they were doing again "well we can't have that." he ran his thumb over the fat mushroom head of Jungkook's leaking cuck one last time, gathering the precum before finally letting go.
Jungkook had something to say, but the words got lost in his mouth as all he could do was moan as Namjoon plopped the fingers still covered in Jungkook's precum into his mouth, sucking them clean dry.
The fact that he didn't cum right there and then was a miracle.
The moan that left his mouth, sounded more like it was punched out of him, and it really didn't help, when Namjoon winked at him, slight redness over his cheeks "you need to eat more fruit."
What exactly was Jungkook meant to do? Other than kissing the daylight out of him, "I give you fruit." he growled before pressing their lips together hard, swallowing up Namjoon's little giggle.
When the kiss broke, Namjoon seemingly wasn't done teasing "I could go for some banana."
Jungkook just stared at him, before breaking out in laughter "I hate you." never had he told a bigger lie.
Sex was a lot better and easier when they could laugh, something Jungkook hadn't found in a partner before.
Namjoon opened up beautifully under his fingers, taking both 1 – 2 and 3 fingers easily, moaning and whining Jungkook's name as he met the thrusts of the pro player's fingers. Jungkook had always been good with his hands, after all, he had one of the highest APS in the league, but he was sure when people talked about it, this was not what they meant, but they would be wrong because he had never found something that his hands were clearly meant to do more than this.
He would have fingered Namjoon to an orgasm, replaced his fingers with a mouth and rimmed him to a second one. He wanted to have Namjoon begging, moaning and whining under him as orgasm took over his body and left him unable to form words, let alone think them.
That would sadly have to wait for another day, as Jungkook was finding that he was incredibly weak to Namjoon, and the second the other man started begging for him to hurry it up and please just get inside of him, there was nothing he could do to say no, especially since his own cock made itself achingly aware that it to would like some action.
He would love to say that he was smooth, elegant and even sexy rolling on the condom, but sadly he was no such lucky. At that point, he had more or less edges himself so far that his hands were shaking, and looking at Namjoon, so fucking pretty laying on his back all spread out, flush covering his body as he was breathing heavily really wasn't helping.
Namjoon look in general wasn't helping, he was looking over Jungkook's body with hungry eyes, his hand casually jerking off his own cock. His thighs and arse glistened with the remainder of the lube that had dripped from his entrance.
Life really wasn't fair, especially not when Namjoon did a little giggle at Jungkook's misfortune with the condom.
Another try, ripping open another square of foil and finally managing to roll the condom onto his arching cock. A whine almost escaped him as he spread lube over it, making sure that there was no way that he would be hurting Namjoon.
It didn't take much work to fit himself perfectly between Namjoon's spread legs, the tip of his cock resting against Namjoon's entrance still wet with lube "okay?"
Namjoon's eyes were dark as the looked over him, wrapping his legs around Jungkook's waist, slowly pulling him closer, "more than okay." his voice was like a thrall to Jungkook's words, as he slowly sank into the older man, letting Namjoon guide the speed until he finally bottomed out.
The feeling of finally being inside of Namjoon, his warm wet walls hugging him tight, squishing him so perfectly, was almost too much, his thighs shaking as he forced himself to stay still, not starting thrusting until Namjoon gave him the okay.
Namjoon's expression being blissed out and clearly loving every moment of it wasn't helping.
Reaching up, wrapping his hand around the back of Jungkook's nape, Namjoon pulled him down into a deep kiss, showing exactly how much he was loving every second of it "you can move now, it's okay."
Arousal and even something deeper were steeped in every word as Jungkook eagerly bent down to kiss Namjoon again. Part of him wanted to ask if Namjoon was okay, but he knew that Namjoon was sure, and he wasn't sure Namjoon would appreciate the doubt.
He picked a slow pace, pulling backwards and bottoming out with every thrust. The little punched-out moans and groans that Namjoon let out every time made Jungkook's heart go plitter platter.
Busying himself, Jungkook took to putting even more marks on Namjoon's neck and collarbones, while Namjoon ran his nails down Jungkook's back, not fully leaving marks, but definitely making themselves known.
It wasn't something Jungkook knew he was into, but even the idea or the teasing that he would have marks from Namjoon made him speed up his hips "Fuck- you feel so good." he moaned in a breathless voice.
Namjoon met his thrust the best he could, throwing his head back while whining out Jungkook's name, letting the pro player really get his lips, teeth and tongue over his neck.
Namjoon would look like he had been a vampire victim in the morning, but he found that he didn't care. He would happily and proudly wear any mark made by Jungkook.
His head was swimming, pleasure taking over him as he guided his hand down to his own cock, jerking it with light and easy movements, moaning out Jungkook's name, just to hear the answer of his own back in return.
Jungkook had no right to be able to nail his prostate so easily and effortlessly, it was almost like he wasn't trying at all, but managing to render Namjoon speechless anyways.
It felt so good.
"I... am close...-" he stammered out, barely able to form the words, as once again a moan was punched out of him with the thrust of Jungkook's powerful hips.
"Me too." The words were mumbled into Namjoon's neck that Jungkook had taken such a liking to, "argh... fuck... So close."
Namjoon's hand sped up on his own cock, as he did his best to meet every one of Jungkook's thrusts. Pushing down his hips, little moans and groans left him "yes... yes... yes...~" he couldn't stop the words from falling from his mouth.
Remembering what had happened outside, Namjoon ran a hand through Jungkook's hair, before pulling him upwards, the deep guttural moan was answer enough that it had been the right choice. His hips stuttered at the moment, losing the steady tempo of pounding Namjoon's prostate, as they kissed.
Speeding the hand up on his cock, Namjoon was so close as his tongue eagerly met Jungkook's, his eyes closed as he just let himself feel, he broke the kiss to stammer out "I..." only to be interrupted by his own moan at an especially good thrust.
He tightened his legs around Jungkook, hand going as tight as he dared in the other man's hair, he had such nice and long hair, "let it go." Jungkook words were probably meant to be more of a command, but they came out as a cute whine.
Namjoon's body seemingly did not care that it was cuter than command, as he could feel himself giving in, all it took was one last jerk of his wrist and one last perfect thrust towards his prostate and Namjoon was cumming all over his own hand, getting both his and Jungkook's front smattered in cum as well.
"Jungkook!" He couldn't stop himself from letting the name fly from his lips as he threw his head back, he was sure if he hadn't already closed his eyes, his vision would be blacking out.
His thighs spasmed as he held Jungkook close with them, and not more than a few seconds later, Jungkook moaned his name in return into Namjoon's throat as he grinded himself as deep into Namjoon as possible as he filled the condom.
Both were breathing heavily, the small little rocking of their hips, combined with little moans and groans. Jungkook had finally given in and rested more of his weight on Namjoon, his orgasm clearly having taken more out of him than planned.
It was first when over-sensitivity set in, as Namjoon's whine of pleasure turned into something different Jungkook finally pushed himself up and pulled out of him. Pulling off and tying off the condom throwing it in the trashcan, before letting himself collapse back into of Namjoon, casually and happily rubbing his face between the older man's pecs.
He had clearly found his happy place.
It was not how Namjoon had expected this all to go, when he had gone with Seokjin to the event, he was still heartbroken, convinced that nothing would ever fix his broken heart.
Now those feelings were barely even remembered.
Of course, they would have to talk more, actually getting to know each other, but no part of Namjoon regretted it.
They would also need a shower, they were both disgusting and more than a bit of cum was caught between them, but that would all have to wait for later, for now... a nap seemed like a good idea.