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The driver bowed briefly after accepting payment, his gaze wavering back to Jimin, who was leaning against the car with a languid smile on his lips. Namjoon had already used the chauffeur service several times with Jimin when they went out drinking, but that night there was something different in the air. The driver's behavior, staring at Jimin more than necessary, was just one piece of the unsettling feeling that haunted him. Perhaps it was Jimin's easy laughter or the way he seemed to be in a world of his own, brighter and more radiant than ever. Namjoon felt a growing irritation, but took a deep breath and kept his composure.
"Thank you. Good night." Namjoon took the car keys, ending the moment on a final note, and began to walk away, pulling Jimin with him.
Getting up the stairs of the building was more complicated than expected, with Jimin laughing into his shoulder and tripping over his own feet, leaning heavily on Namjoon.
"You drank too much today," Namjoon commented, his voice carrying a tone of mixed reproach and amusement.
"I couldn't stop because I was in a good mood. It's your fault," Jimin replied between laughs, but an unexpected sob interrupted him, making him clutch Namjoon's arm to keep from losing his balance.
"All right," Namjoon ended up laughing too, straightening Jimin's weight as he unlocked the apartment door. "Let's just say it was my fault."
The two of them staggered in, taking off their shoes in the doorway. Jimin, now fully attached to Namjoon's back, made little complaints as he was led in.
"You said you wanted another drink," Namjoon teased, pushing Jimin gently inside. "It's better now that we're home. Do you want more? I think we should eat something first."
"I want to eat you," Jimin let out nonchalantly, his voice slurred by the effect of the alcohol.
Namjoon felt the heat rise to his face, but responded with a smile that was somewhere between amused and exasperated. "Be quiet. You're drunk. I've
"I feel great," Jimin stated with conviction, swaying slightly on tiptoe to kiss Namjoon's neck, who instinctively grabbed him by the shoulders. "I want to sleep here tonight."
"Sure," Namjoon murmured, helping to steady Jimin before pulling away, the blush still strong on his cheeks. Pushing him gently towards the bedroom, he said, "I'll get you something more comfortable to wear."
"And a toothbrush," Jimin added, wagging his finger in an almost theatrical way. "I want to kiss you."
Namjoon laughed, shaking his head, and leaned over to place a light kiss on Jimin's forehead. "Then I'll get my toothbrush first," he replied, his voice laden with an affectionate humor as he left the room to carry out the request.
Jimin decided to shower before brushing his teeth, unable to ignore the unpleasant sensation of the drink that Seokjin had poured on him. Between rinses, he grumbled with exaggerated irritation: "Even if it's the reason for the celebration, you can't spill alcohol on the guests. For my birthday, I'm going to give him a vodka bath so he can learn!"
Namjoon leaned against the bathroom door, watching Jimin carefully. It wasn't just concern that he might slip with his uncertain steps - it was also amusement. Jimin, always so articulate, was now stumbling over his words as much as his own feet. Namjoon laughed quietly at his dramatic statements and clumsy gestures, ready to help if needed.
When it was Namjoon's turn to shower, Jimin surprised him by pulling him lightly by the towel, stealing a quick kiss and saying, in a half-bossy, half-joking tone: "Go on, you're stalling." The change in Jimin's demeanor took him by surprise. He already seemed much more sober, his eyes clear and his smile now soft rather than broadly drunk.
Namjoon swallowed dryly. He hadn't intended to start anything with Jimin in that drunken state, but something about the way he moved now - confident, though still relaxed - stirred him. Jimin looked like himself again, with an added touch of teasing that made Namjoon wonder if the evening would really end as smoothly as he had planned.
Namjoon brushed his teeth slowly, his methodical movements almost automatic as he let time run out. His intention was clear: to give Jimin a chance to fall asleep or at least sober up. When he finally finished, rinsing his mouth, he realized that fate had chosen the second option.
As he opened the bathroom door and went back into the bedroom, the sight that awaited him made his heart race. Jimin was there, standing in the center of the room, as if he had been waiting for him for some time. His eyes were shining brightly and the soft smile on his lips showed that he was fully awake and aware.
"Come here," Jimin whispered, his voice low but full of intent. He held out his arms invitingly, and Namjoon hesitated only for a moment before approaching. Neither of them was wearing a shirt: Namjoon was dressed only in his underpants, while Jimin was wearing baggy sweatpants that clearly belonged to Namjoon.
When their bodies met, their bare chests touched, and Namjoon shivered. His skin was still warm from the recent shower, exuding a comforting warmth, while Jimin's was slightly chilly, a contrast that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. The mild air in the room seemed to accentuate this difference, making the contact even more vivid. Jimin slid his hands around Namjoon's shoulders, his touch light but firm, and leaned in a little closer to whisper, "You're warmer than usual."
"Yeah," Namjoon replied between kisses.
Jimin laughed, pulling him onto the bed with him. He turned their positions and laid Namjoon on the bed, quickly settling on top of him. Namjoon shuddered completely as his boyfriend's mouth descended from his lips to his neck and then to his nipples.
"You're more sensitive, too."
"Jimin-ah" Namjoon moaned.
Jimin licked his nipple, while bringing his hand up to squeeze the other one, then moved his mouth further down. Licking and nibbling his way down to the waistband of Namjoon's briefs.
He slipped his hand inside and quickly withdrew his boyfriend's dick. Namjoon was already so so so hard.
"One day I want to see you masturbating for me," Jimin whispered, his breath against Namjoon's tip.
"Ah, Jimin, just... come on."
Jimin smiled, then took him in his mouth. Namjoon's cock twitched as Jimin's mouth closed around it. Hot pleasure began to concentrate in his lower abdomen. With skillful movements, Jimin began to suck, moving up and down slowly, torturing Namjoon in a deliberate way.
"Mmm...Jimin." Namjoon threw his head back, one of his hands gripping Jimin's blond strands, while the other kneaded the sheets.
Jimin suddenly took him deep, robbing him of a strangled moan.
"Deep in your throat feels so good. I feel like...I'm inside your ass."
Jimin swallowed around him, and Namjoon cried out, grabbing the back of his head with both hands.
"Ah...Jimin you can stop now."
Jimin didn't stop, he swallowed again and a wave of tremors went through Namjoon.
"Ah! Jiminie..." Jimin's movements only increased. "Jiminie, wait...love, wait, just...just a minute. Take it off...take it off...you don't want to- AH!"
Trembling from head to toe, Namjoon came. Heat blinding his vision and pleasure making him tense and relax several times in succession.
Jimin raised his head slowly, his mouth full of cum. Namjoon widened his eyes and reached out to grab a tissue from the bedside table, "Spit it out, Jiminie."
Jimin shook his head in denial, then pulled away a little and spat into his hand.
Namjoon shuddered, finding the scene absurdly sexy.
"Why did you spit on your hand? Now it's dirty..."
"No problem," Jimin replied, "I want to use natural lubricant today." He smiled, lips slightly swollen, and then took his dirty hand between Namjoon's legs. "Can I fuck you today, hyung?"
Namjoon closed his eyes and threw his head back. It wasn't often that he bottomed, but he loved it just as much. "Yeah..."
Jimin began to rub his hole, without pressure, just spreading the cum and saliva there. "So beautiful, my hole."
Namjoon felt himself blush. "God, you always talk a lot when you drink."
Jimin laughed adorably, then bent down to kiss the inside of his boyfriend's thigh. He then pressed down with one finger and slipped it all the way inside Namjoon, who just held his breath and gasped immediately afterwards. "Breathe, my love."
Namjoon nodded, trying to relax.
Jimin caressed his belly with his free hand, nibbled on the skin of his thigh and then blew on the same spot. "Just lie back and let me do everything."