It all started with one pair of shorts.
Maybe he should have more self-control so he wouldn't be destroyed by a pair of shorts? The answer was probably yes, but that was not the reality they lived in.
Namjoon's thighs could knock any of them on their arse in multiple ways on a normal day and leave them all speechless when he walked by. And that was on a normal day! When their clothing of choice was either loose workout shorts or dark-coloured jeans, this was not a normal day.
Yes, the summer was hot, so shorts made sense! Hoseok understood that, seeing his boyfriend in a pair of shorts was something he had prepared himself for. All winter had been spent preparing himself for when he would have to deal with seeing Namjoon's tan, strong thighs just out there and him being unable to do anything about it, as groping tended to be frowned upon in polite company, so he couldn't spend every waking moment touching them, no matter how much he wanted.
So he was prepared. This was not Hoseok's first rodeo.
But that did not mean that he was prepared for THIS.
This being a pair of tiny leather shorts that Namjoon had taken to wear around their shared flat. He was apparently 'breaking them in' as if that was a thing you did with leather shorts just so they would 'fit better'. In Hoseok's humble opinion, they didn't need to fit better; they already fit perfectly the way they were, no adjusting needed.
They seemed to be just a tiny bit too tight, cutting into Namjoon's thighs in the way that Hoseok's own fingers would do when he grabbed him. They hugged every curve of Namjoon's arse, making it way too clear to Hoseok's broken brain that there was no chance that the young man was wearing underwear under it.
Hoseok couldn't stop himself from staring at Namjoon every time he saw it, how many times did the shorts have to be worn to be worn in?! This could not be real.
At first it was just casually around the flat, cap and loose workout tank top, it was just casual everyday Namjoon with one pair of shorts, but with leather shorts on. It was something he could deal with! It was fiiiine.
Then Namjoon started to walk around shirtless with just the shorts on.
Namjoon shirtless was already hard enough for his libido, but this, tiny leather shorts just one size to small and everything else beautifully naked? It was almost as if it was a personal wet dream of Hoseok's come to life. He didn't know how, but somehow it seemed even more erotic with Namjoon wearing the shorts than it would have fully naked.
It made no sense, and Hoseok could not explain it; it was just how it was. It was slowly driving him insane. Every time he saw Namjoon just lazing around, just being himself, his libido went into high gear, and his manhood suddenly became very interested in whatever was going on, even when Hoseok desperately tried to keep it uninterested.
He really did try to tell his body that it was just something innocent, that it was just Namjoon, it was not something meant to be sexy or meant to attract anybody.
Still, it was really hard to believe at times. Somehow, Namjoon always managed to put himself into the most suggestive positions. Need something from the living room table? Better lean over the back of the couch instead of walking around, meaning that he pretty much bent over the edge of it perfectly, stretching the tiny shorts to their max.
Doing Yoga in the morning, perfectly aligning so Hoseok would spot him as he grabbed his coffee, and he had no memory of the normal yoga routine being anywhere near this suggestive.
There were so many other moments of this exact situation, but whenever it happened, all the blood that was normally in Hoseok's brain, helping him think, was instead being transported to his crotch, making memory only a distant thought as there were tanned thighs to stare at.
So being Hoseok was hard.
That was how he found himself on an innocent and lazy Saturday morning. He was barely awake as he stumbled from their bedroom, morning hair and his shirt only half pulled on as he sought out the pleasure and desperate need for coffee, only for his entire world to come to a desperate and immediate halt as he entered the living room.
Namjoon was playing some game on the PlayStation, but that was not the problem; that was not the mind-breaking thing, no. It was normal for Namjoon to be up at god-awful times that no human should be awake, and the fact that Namjoon was playing instead of working was probably good for him.
No, that was not the problem.
It was precisely how he was playing the game that posed the problem. He was leaning over the back of the couch, casually presenting his backside to anyone entering the living room, and once again, he was wearing those damn leather shorts.
It was 10 in the morning; Namjoon had no right to look this attractive! Why was he only wearing those shorts?
Hoseok cock had an almost instant interest in the view in front of him, as all he could do was stare.
He almost turned around, went to hide in the bathroom, jerking off as he had done so many times before when this view crossed his mind. That was until Namjoon slightly shook his ass, spreading his thighs just a little bit, just one perfect bit, and suddenly everything made more sense.
These goddamn shorts were never about being worn in!
Hoseok had once, while they had been lying in bed, both blissed out, confessed that he liked the idea of Namjoon in leather. It had meant to be just a throwaway comment, not something he had expected them to ever truly do anything with.
Seemingly, Namjoon had been more aware of their talk than Hoseok had thought, and this had all been about teasing him all along.
Goddamn it.
Hoseok had fallen for it.
He didn't need to see Namjoon's face to know that there was a little smirk on his lips. It was that little cute smirk that always made Hoseok want to shove his manhood between those teasing lips, which tended to be exactly what Namjoon wanted in those moments.
It really should not be shocking exactly what Namjoon was up to.
It only took one more wiggle of that cute ass for Hoseok to throw all self-restraint to the sky as he stepped up behind Namjoon, getting a good hold on the man's leather-clad hips, pressing his hard and aching manhood up against his backside. The barrier of just his pyjama trousers and Namjoon's shorts was enough that Hoseok couldn't stop himself from grinding against it. "You are such a tease." His voice was still sleep-rough as he attached his mouth to the back of Namjoon's neck, sucking a love mark into it with fervour, shaking him to his core.
If there had ever been any doubt about what this was about, a fear that he had misread the situation, that was quickly proven wrong as Namjoon pushed his ass out just a bit more, giving Hoseok a better angle to grind his hips as he giggled. "And you are slow. I thought you would have caught on days ago." He tilted his head to the side, giving Hoseok more tanned, delicious skin to mark up with his eager mouth, an offer he could not turn down.
"I am sorry for trying to respect you." Hoseok couldn't stop a hand from running down to feel up Namjoon's thighs, slipping one finger under the tight edge of the leather shorts. They felt just as good to touch as he expected and dreamt of.
Maybe Namjoon should always be wearing leather.
He couldn't keep in a desperate moan at his own thoughts, daydreams of which other leather pieces would complement Namjoon. He couldn't stop himself from finding a fast and rough tempo to grind against Namjoon's backside. "Next time, I will try to respect you less." His blood was pumping fast in his veins as he panted against the other man's neck while marking it up with love bites.
"If I bend over and present you my ass, I don't want respect, I want dick." Namjoon's deep voice did things to Hoseok that was near unspeakable, as he finally let go of the control to instead guide the dancers hand to the front of his tight leather shorts, a bulge was present there as Namjoon's own cock seemed just as desperate as Hoseok felt to get into the action.
The reaction when he cupped it was instant, as Namjoon moaned loudly and unashamedly, leaning more on the couch, rocking his hips back and forward between Hoseok's seeking hand and the manhood pressing itself against his backside. "You are such a slut," the words would probably have had more impact if they weren't nearly whined out by Hoseok as he slobbered all over Namjoon's neck.
His manhood ached in his pyjama trousers, and his brain was fried as he tried to wrap his head around what was happening and not climax in his damn trousers.
"You love me when I am a slut," at least Namjoon's voice sounded rough as well, the whole thing getting to both of them. "And you are the pervert who wanted me in leather. Now are you going to make love to my thighs?"
For just a second, Hoseok's brain blacked out.
That... he had not considered.
How had he not considered that?
He had never in his life removed his trousers as fast as he did in that moment, his pyjama trousers barely pushed down his knees, his manhood standing up straight as a soldier. Namjoon laughed at his eagerness, reaching over just a bit to grip something on the couch. It turned out to be a bottle of lube, really showing off exactly how much this had been planned by the younger man.
Later, Hoseok would tease him about just how much he had prepared for this, but for now, he was just happy that one of them had at least been thinking ahead. "Off or on?" he cupped Namjoon's manhood once more through the tight leather, giving the man something to grind against.
"Ahh...! On, if we don't ruin these shorts, I am going to destroy them myself. You don't know how much work it has been to wear them constantly! Leather is warm!" Namjoon's voice broke up in multiple parts as he tried to get the words out.
It was the best idea that either of them had ever had as Hoseok eagerly slathered lube on both Namjoon's inner thighs, the lower edge of his leather shorts, and his own manhood that was aching for attention.
He had always loved making love to Namjoon's thighs; he was sure there wasn't a single person who hadn't thought that the second they saw Namjoon's thighs. They were created by some elder demon of sin, put on Earth to tease and tempt all those who laid their eyes on them. There was simply no other option.
The feeling as he slid his aching manhood between the supple flesh was pure euphoria. The soft, yet well-muscled feeling of Namjoon's thighs, combined with the rough edge of the leather, gave a sensation that his brain couldn't even start to attempt to explain as anything other than pure pleasure. Maybe he had a bit of a kink for leather, but he was going to think about that later as Namjoon pushed his thighs together, bending over just a bit more, giving Hoseok not just the perfect view but also the perfect tight and wet space to make love to his needy manhood.
"Now are you going to make love to me or not?" Namjoon sounded ravaged, like it wasn't just his thighs that Hoseok was eagerly pleasuring.
Namjoon did always love having his thighs pleasured. Hoseok was convinced it was at least 50% of the reason that he worked so hard at the gym. He loved how tempting they were to Hoseok.
Hoseok focused on moving his hips back and forth, quickly building up a needy tempo as he could feel himself hurtling towards the edge at a speed that he should not have been impressed by. Namjoon rocked his own hips, meeting him with every thrust while keeping his thighs perfectly tight.
He scrambled to unbutton Namjoon's jeans so he could get his hands on the other man's manhood. It took more effort than Hoseok would have expected, as he couldn't get himself to stop eagerly chasing the high that was threatening to push him over the edge.
Placing kisses and bites up and down Namjoon's neck, Hoseok finally managed to get the button and zipper down, unable to keep a moan in as it was confirmed to him that Namjoon had indeed not been wearing any underwear with these goddamn shorts.
The speed of his hips picking up, as he only got more desperate with every thrust. It felt so good, and Namjoon's cute little moans only managed to push him further. "Fuuuck... Joonie," unable to keep his partner's name from his lips as he sucked an especially big hickey to the back of Namjoon's neck.
Namjoon's own movements were getting desperate, seemingly it wasn't just Hoseok that the shorts were getting to, his movements fast and short as he seemingly could not figure out what was more important, Hoseok's hand around his manhood or the feeling of a hard, leaking manhood between his thighs.
Hoseok's name was constantly falling from Namjoon's lips, like a prayer that he was unable to stop, like Hoseok's name was the only thing keeping him sane.
It was a sentiment that Hoseok could only agree with; every push forward, the sensitive tip of his manhood rubbing against the leather pushed him further and further to the edge of a cliff he wasn't ready to fall down yet, at least not without Namjoon.
He started putting some real effort into his slow stroking, with how much Namjoon was leaking it couldn't take much more, and just as expected, one solid bite to the place where his shoulder met his neck forced one deep and needy moan from Namjoon's mouth as he climaxed all over Hoseok's hand, the back of the couch, and a fair amount on his shorts. Apparently, he had been pent up just as much as Hoseok from these damn shorts.
That was all it took for Hoseok as well, one, two, three desperate thrusts, as he pulled out all the way so he could really watch as his white cum decorated the dark leather and tanned thighs. Everything Hoseok had ever wanted.
The view was one of the most erotic things, and Hoseok could feel his manhood desperately trying to get hard again.
Breathing fast, he leaned against Namjoon, who was now letting the couch take his entire weight. "Fuck, we are doing this again."
All the answer he got was a tired little giggle.