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A heat makes itself at home under Taehyung’s skin about halfway through their show, a different kind from the usual adrenaline induced warmth. It’s unclear if it’s the way Namjoon looks at him as they pass each other on stage, or if it’s the way Namjoon’s toned arms look in the glittering tank he wears, honey golden skin glowing almost as much as the article of clothing. Taehyung’s throat dries a little at the way Namjoon’s chest peeks through the glittering mesh, at the way the silhouette of his torso teases through the material. Taehyung can’t stop thinking about it even as he grabs a water and chugs the liquid quickly, desperate for something to cool him down, something to make it easier to swallow.
The heat that itches under his skin, that simmers in his lower abdomen, it doesn’t go away, only grows more and more as the night goes on. Thoughts of those arms caging him in, thoughts of his fingers tracing Namjoon’s chest, bare of any clothing, of Namjoon pushing him down into the hotel bed’s sheets, stoking the heat within him until it burns them both.
Namjoon does his ending ment, the words of a different language, a language of love rolling off his tongue. Taehyung sits beside him, and something about the way that deep voice pronounces each word has the heat crawling up inside him, reaching his cheeks as he grabs Namjoon’s shirt, twisting the cotton to ground himself before he burns in front of the entire stadium.
It’s late, the hotel room dark save for the golden light that pools in certain areas of the room, the streetlamps outside fighting with the shadows of the hour. Namjoon’s eyes are already open, watching the moon outside the window, sheets twisted around his calves from restlessness, when a light knock echoes throughout the room.
“Hyung,” Taehyung’s muffled voice, quietened, hesitant, comes through the door.
A sluggish sound leaves Namjoon as he pulls himself out of bed, linen shirt hanging off one shoulder slightly, mussed from tossing and turning. The golden light seems to know who’s on the other side of the door, and Namjoon follows the stream of it to open the old wooden door, revealing another source of golden light on the other side.
Taehyung leans against the wood of the doorjamb, hands behind his back, and hair just slightly damp, like he’d just taken a quick shower. Namjoon lets his eyes, half-lidded with lack of sleep, travel over the way the water has turned his hair a dark golden color, the way the strands in the front fall into those deep brown eyes, molten and hot as they lock with Namjoon’s, at the pretty flush that only darkens into a beautiful red shade at Namjoon’s attention. A tank top and some shorts are the only thing covering Taehyung’s body, and Namjoon notices his lack of slides, wondering if maybe he had been in a hurry to get to his room, lips quirking instantly at the thought.
Namjoon had felt the way Taehyung gripped him, pulled his hands close to his body during their group photo earlier that night. Felt the way Taehyung had stood closer than other nights, saw the way Taehyung looked at him with almost feverish eyes as they ate a late dinner with the rest of the group and staff.
Some nights, Namjoon would give Taehyung what he needed without the other needing to ask, would come to him without words or preamble and take care of Taehyung in any way he needed.
Some nights, Namjoon liked to let Taehyung be the one to make the first move, liked to see how long it took before Taehyung gave in to that fever running through him.
“What do you need Taehyung-ah?”
The light peeking in from the hallway makes one of Namjoon’s eyes squint slightly while rubbing at his bare shoulders, and it’s not lost on him how Taehyung’s gaze tracks the movement, lids fluttering slightly.
“I,” Taehyung pauses to lick his lips, looking past Namjoon at the darkened room, gaze settling on the bed before looking down at the carpet underneath his feet, “I didn’t know you’d be awake.”
The words are almost a whisper, almost hesitant in a way and Namjoon loves this side of Taehyung, the shy, slightly docile version of Taehyung that only comes out when it’s just the two of them.
Namjoon can’t help but want to pull more of it from him, always wanting to see the way Taehyung becomes so soft and blushing in his presence on nights like these.
Mirroring Taehyung with a shoulder against the doorjamb, Namjoon’s face is closer when he softens his voice, words gentle despite the teasing smirk he wears, “You came to my room, in the middle of the night, because you thought I’d be asleep?”
The way the blush travels to Taehyung’s ears, makes Namjoon’s lips quirk up a bit more, and he can’t help the way the warmth that had started to settle within his body reappears as Taehyung avoids his gaze.
“Hyung, don’t be mean,” Taehyung says through pouted lips, the expression, the way his brows furrow cutely, makes Namjoon’s heart squeeze.
“Well then,” He leans a bit closer, shirt falling open and he watches Taehyung’s eyes catch the movement, the way the other man swallows with some effort, “tell me what you want Taehyung.”
It’s with that same bashfulness, lips pouted and eyes watching his own hands, that Taehyung reaches forward, fingers catching the hem of Namjoon’s shirt, those long fingers playing with the white linen, Namjoon watching him with a certain type of tenderness that only Taehyung can bring out in him.
Beautiful, gentle things like Taehyung deserved to be treated tenderly and with so much care, even if Namjoon liked to test how malleable Taehyung could be for him sometimes, even if Taehyung himself liked showing how malleable he could be for Namjoon.
A pink tongue swipes along his bottom lip before a murmur of, “Want to come in…”
Those eyes finally look upon him, and Namjoon thinks maybe Taehyung likes testing how malleable he can be too.
Right now, as Taehyung looks up though his long, dark lashes, fingers still fiddling with the hem of Namjoon’s shirt, just above the waistband of his pajama bottoms, Namjoon can feel himself starting to melt.
“Is that all?”
A full-blown smile makes its way onto Namjoon’s face, dimples appearing, and he really can’t help himself, doesn’t quite care when Taehyung lets out a whine, pulling at the hem of Namjoon’s shirt, pulling him close enough for Taehyung rest his forehead in the crook of Namjoon’s neck, a frustrated and embarrassed, “Hyuuung,” whispered into the skin there.
The feeling of Taehyung’s lips, wet from where he’d licked them, just barely brushing the skin of his neck has Namjoon pulling him inside, letting the door shut and instantly backing Taehyung up into the ornate ivory wood as it clicks closed. Namjoon rests his forearms on the closed door, caging Taehyung in between them and lowering his head just a fraction, leveling his eyes with Taehyung’s own heady gaze.
“I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me Taehyung.”
The closed door seems to have broken Taehyung’s reservations, or maybe the heat that continues to color his cheeks and travels along the column of his neck, maybe that heat finally takes control of Taehyung’s body. Maybe it’s what pulls Taehyung’s hips forward, head pressing back into the door, fingers digging into the cotton of Namjoon’s bottoms and pulling the latter’s hips forward to meet his own.
“Ah,” Taehyung’s breath hitches, mixing with Namjoon’s grunt as bodies connect, “Been thinking about you all night.” Namjoon tries to keep control, eyes fluttering shut as Taehyung rolls his hips upwards, pressing himself into Namjoon almost desperately. Despite the nylon of his shorts getting in the way, Namjoon can feel how hard Taehyung is, can feel his length pressing into his own. Taehyung rolls his hips again, desperate and a little erratic, whining when the contact isn’t enough.
Namjoon breathes out through his nose, nostrils flaring at another roll of Taehyung’s hips, another brush of their lengths, Namjoon’s already hardening cock kicking in interest each time Taehyung grinds up into him.
“I just want,” Their faces are close enough that the words are just breath across Namjoon’s lips, “I just want to feel you, all night, that’s all I’ve wanted.”
Taehyung pulls him down, capturing Namjoon’s lips in a bruising kiss, tongue darting out to lick into Namjoon’s mouth as if he’d been starved for it the whole, and Namjoon’s supposes he has, they both have.
They kiss messily, tongues licking into each other’s mouths hungrily, as Namjoon turns them in the opposite direction, walking Taehyung backwards towards the bed, stopping when the mattress hits the back of Taehyung’s knees. Teeth tug on Namjoon’s bottom lip before he breaks away from the kiss, opening his eyes to find Taehyung already looking at him, cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink and the golden light from outside playing with the gold color in his hair.
Pressing a hand to middle of Taehyung’s chest, Namjoon guides him into laying back onto the mattress, watching the way the shadows and light play across Taehyung’s body as he scoots back to lay in the center of the bed, eyes watching Namjoon just the same. Somehow Taehyung looks so beautiful even amongst the twisted sheets, even with shadows covering him slightly, even in the midnight hour, even in the dark of night, Taehyung shines.
Namjoon grips the hem of his own shirt and pulls it over his head, tossing it to join the shadows on the floor, and Taehyung’s eyes follow every movement, those eyes, always so fierce on stage, softened and honeyed with desire.
Taehyung brings a hand to the front of his shorts as those eyes trail over Namjoon’s body, leaving a sweet thrill where they travel, hand rubbing his length lazily through the material covering it as Namjoon strips down to nothing but his briefs. Taehyung’s eyes dart down, his tongue sweeping out to quickly lick at his bottom lip again, and Namjoon feels heat pool low in his stomach at the way Taehyung squeezes his clothed cock, whimpering.
Crawling forward, Namjoon hovers between Taehyung’s legs where they’re spread out, batting his hand away, “Hyung will take over now,” Namjoon places his hands on Taehyung’s hips, as they kick upwards, desperately, and stills his movements, “I’ll make you feel so good, baby.”
The whine that tumbles out of Taehyung’s parted lips is filled with a neediness that makes the heat grow hotter in Namjoon, makes his body thrum with electricity, and his fingers grip the material of his shorts as Taehyung squirms in his hold.
“I know,” Taehyung sighs, eyes fluttering shut for just a moment, “You always make me feel good.”
A tender smile passes over Namjoon’s features and when Taehyung’s eyes open again, he mirrors the expression before a small gasp leaves him at Namjoon pulling on the waistband of Taehyung’s shorts, his cock springing free, and Namjoon smirks at the knowledge that he hadn’t even bothered with putting anything on under his shorts before leaving his room.
After tossing the article of clothing to the side, Namjoon takes in Taehyung before him, a picture of heaven and sin, flushed cheeks matching his cock laying against the tan skin of his stomach, hard, completely erect and the head reddened and glistening with precum.
Namjoon smirks just the slightest, a finger trailing from the base of Taehyung’s cock up to the head, “You’re already so hard for me?”
Taehyung sucks his bottom lip into his mouth as he watches Namjoon trail his index finger up and down his shaft, so slow, and then he exhales loudly, letting his head loll to the side, eyes settling back on Namjoon, “I told you, I’ve been thinking about you all night.”
Namjoon sits back slightly, “All night huh?”
Taehyung nods, brows furrowed, a pout coming back to his face.
“I was thinking about you the entire performance,” The pout grows and Namjoon’s heart swells a bit, “I was doing okay until you started speaking French.”
A gentle laugh, one of disbelief, escapes Namjoon and he tilts his head at Taehyung’s bashful expression.
“Me speaking French turned you on?”
The flush remains on his cheeks, but his eyes settle on Namjoon, and they burn.
“You turn me on.”
The words, the glint in his eyes, make something hungry rise within Namjoon, leaning down to kiss the tan skin of Taehyung’s thighs, kissing his way up towards the base of his cock, letting his breath ghost over the head.
“Joon,” Taehyung pants out, “Please.”
“Please what?”
His tongue licks a stripe up the length and Taehyung’s responds exactly how he wants, his hips kicking upwards wantonly, a tiny moan bubbling at the back of his throat.
“Don’t tease,” A desperate breath carries the words.
The mattress creaks slightly as Namjoon moves forward, body hovering over Taehyung’s, the heat of their bodies making the space around them feel smaller. Their lips meet and Taehyung whines into the kiss, his whines growing into little noises of desperation as Namjoon brings his hand that isn’t cradling the other’s head up towards Taehyung’s chest.
Reaching underneath his shirt, the cotton riding up his torso slightly, Namjoon lets his fingers trail over one of Taehyung’s nipples, thumbing at the bud and loving the way it makes Taehyung’s back arch off the bed, lips falling open just enough for Namjoon to lick into his mouth, swallowing down eager moans as he pinches the bud between two fingers, teasing more of those little sounds out of Taehyung.
They kiss messily, a push and pull of tongues and spit slick lips melding together in kisses that burn then from inside out.
Namjoon feels a hand sneak down between their bodies, slipping past the waistband of his underwear, breath hitching as Taehyung takes him into the palm of his hand, long fingers wrapping around his length and giving a few experimental pumps as they continue to kiss.
The slide of Taehyung’s hand begins to gain a rhythm, albeit lazy, tantalizing slow and Namjoon has to break their kiss in order to breathe. Their foreheads meet as Namjoon pants with each slide of Taehyung’s fist, trying hard not to fuck himself into the feeling of Taehyung’s warm hand around him.
The hand on his cock continues to pump him with an ease that comes with familiarity, Taehyung being an expert at how to send electricity buzzing through Namjoon, knows how much pressure Namjoon likes, knows just the right way to twist his hand –
“Fuck,” Taehyung’s lips quirk at the moan that follows the curse, the sounds of it echoing off the old walls, echoing in the quiet of the night.
Another weak groan leaves Namjoon at the feeling of Taehyung’s hand wrapped around him, loving it almost as much as he loves having Taehyung on his cock, filled with every inch of him –
Namjoon exhales in a huff as he feels his body pulse, a current of pleasure running from the top of his head straight down to his groin at the thoughts running through his head.
“Ah, stop,” Namjoon rasps out unconvincingly, his voice coated with his want for more, he clears his throat once and tries again, “Stop, I can’t take care of you if you make me come.”
Taehyung’s eyes are filled with mischief, continuing to thumb at the head of his cock, spreading the precum that leaks out, letting it help the glide of his palm.
That cheeky glint, despite the softness, the almost innocent roundness to his eyes, always makes something bloom within Namjoon. That blaze that he sees in those dark eyes, practically sparkling with it, makes something react in Namjoon. Makes him want to take control, make that glint disappear, makes him want to push Taehyung until he can’t think, until his expression glazes over with nothing but pure desire.
So, Namjoon plays, pushes back, reaching down to gently grip Taehyung’s wrist and bring it above his head, then bringing his other wrist up to join them together, pinning Taehyung below him, letting his body press down into Taehyung’s, letting his length and the cotton covering it rub against Taehyung, his sensitivity showing in the way his breath hitches at the contact.
Taehyung’s back arches slightly as Namjoon dips down again to suck at one of his nipples, lapping at the bud before looking up at Taehyung with a devilish smirk.
“You want hyung to make you feel good?”
“Ah!” Taehyung squirms when teeth graze his other nipple and then exhales his words, “Yes, oh yes, please, want hyung to make me feel good.”
“Perfect,” Namjoon’s lips curve into a smile against a mark he’s sucked into Taehyung’s skin, “Because I want to make you feel so good, baby.”
Taehyung whines at the pet name, circling his hips, desperately trying to get some friction against where Namjoon still lies on top of him.
“You have to listen, though,” Namjoon presses his lips to the column of Taehyung’s neck, before letting go of his wrists and pulling himself up.
“Stay.”
A playful huff follows Namjoon as he gets off the bed, and he grins at the sound while making his way to his carry-on across the room, grabbing a small bottle of lube out of a pocket. When he turns, he finds Taehyung has already propped himself on the edge of the bed, cock no longer visible with the way his tank has fallen to cover it.
That needs to be remedied.
Namjoon makes his way over, coming to stand in front of Taehyung, throwing the bottle on the bed and immediately cradling Taehyung’s face in his hands.
“Pretty,” Namjoon whispers, taking a moment to trace the features of Taehyung’s face, features that made him believe that maybe some people really were carved by angels. Thumbing at one of the moles that decorate his golden skin, now a darker shade of pink, the color spreading across the bridge of his nose and cheeks, Namjoon leans down and kisses him, slow, unhurried.
Something about the late hour makes it feel as if they were the only two people there, in a world of their own, with no structure of time.
They come up for air, panting into each other’s mouths and Namjoon wastes no time pulling the tank over Taehyung’s head and letting it become a part of the floor. Taehyung’s eyes are heavy, locked with Namjoon’s as he feels fingers teasing at the waistband of his briefs. Namjoon lets out a groan as Taehyung pulls the elastic band down slowly, his cock eventually springing free, smacking the skin of his lower abdomen, fully erect and painfully hard. Taehyung’s eyes flit down to take in Namjoon’s length, and suddenly they look even more feverish than just a minute before.
Namjoon’s lets his briefs join the tank in the shadows of the bedside, and he likes the way Taehyung’s eyes follow him as he grabs the bottle of lube, letting the liquid drip onto his length, likes the way Taehyung’s eyelids droop as he leans back on his elbows, not noticing the bottle being tossed back next to him, only eyeing the way Namjoon wraps a fist around himself, stroking his length and spreading the lube onto his fingers.
“Lay back, pretty boy,” Namjoon commands gently, voice barely above a whisper, and Taehyung follows as if he’d been waiting for it, lying back easily and watching Namjoon stroke himself. Taehyung’s teeth capture his bottom lip, the cheekiness from before already waning, and in its place are half-lidded eyes, churning with pure desire.
Namjoon admires him, the way the light from outside the window dances across toned, lithe muscles, the skin of his chest, tanned and almost luminous under the light, admires the way he’s spread out amongst the cream-colored sheets, body on display for Namjoon. Like the paintings in the museums he visits, Namjoon traces every detail of Taehyung, wanting to absorb the pure beauty of the man in front of him.
Letting go of his length, Namjoon traces a finger between Taehyung’s cheeks, and Taehyung instinctively opens his legs wider, moaning in the back of his throat, always so vocal even at the smallest touch.
“So sensitive, so good for me,” Namjoon murmurs, more to himself, but Taehyung preens at the praise regardless, eyes sparkling as he meets Namjoon’s. With his other hand, Namjoon pulls apart Taehyung’s cheeks, pressing his index finger teasingly against Taehyung’s entrance before pushing in, and he’s a little shocked when he’s met with less resistance than usual.
“Tae…” Namjoon fingers him slowly, curling his fingers around loosened walls. Taehyung doesn’t seem to hear him at first, eyes trained on Namjoon’s hand, pupils blown wide and teeth still trapping his bottom lip. Namjoon calls out again softly, and Taehyung’s eyes snap up to his, glassy and slightly dazed.
“You’re so loose already,” Namjoon continues his ministrations, loving the way Taehyung whimpers, the way he has to collect himself slightly before responding to Namjoon’s unasked question.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” His breath hitches on the last word, head thrown back when Namjoon enters a second finger, scissoring them once they’re deep inside, “Ah – I tried to make myself come on my own, tried to finger myself in the shower,” A loud moan interrupts his words, echoes off the walls, and Namjoon mentally apologizes to anyone who might still be up, “I tried so hard,” Taehyung’s continues, voice trembling, eyes scrunched shut as Namjoon continues to open him up, “even tried to imagine it was you, but it wouldn’t work.” The words dissolve into a breathy whine, hips grinding down on Namjoon’s fingers, his hole filled and stretched around them.
“Poor baby,” Namjoon coos, continuing to stretch him open, curling his fingers in deep and orchestrating the moans that tumble from Taehyung’s pretty pink lips when he finds that sweet spot deep inside, abusing Taehyung’s prostrate just to pull more sounds from him.
“Hyung will do all the work now.”
Namjoon adds a third finger, curling them just right, just slow enough that it makes Taehyung wrap his long legs around Namjoon’s hips, thighs quivering and back arching. Taehyung’s hand comes up towards his neglected cock, but before he can touch it, Namjoon bats his hand away, tutting at the other man, “No touching.”
“Oh please,” Taehyung presses his head back into the mattress more, golden locks mussed and brows scrunched in frustration, “Please, it hurts.”
“I’ll make it feel better,” Namjoon smiles, only receiving a soft, pleading gaze when Taehyung looks up at him, “Think you can be good and come untouched for me?”
The breath leaves Taehyung in a long exhale that turns into a broken whimper as Namjoon pulls his fingers out. Taehyung’s cock kicks against his stomach as he circles his hips, trying to find friction when Namjoon only traces the rim of his entrance with his index finger, spreading the lubricant around the ring of muscle.
“Please, Joon, need you,” Taehyung begs, voice deep and rasping around his words, trying desperately to push himself down on Namjoon’s teasing fingers.
“Say you’ll be good, and I’m all yours,” Namjoon smirks, fingers leaving his entrance, to brush lightly up and down Taehyung’s length, the veins prominent, pulsing under Namjoon’s touch, just the same as Namjoon’s own cock, throbbing with the need to be buried inside Taehyung.
“I’ll be so good,” Taehyung pleads, nods his head absently as his hands twist in the sheets, desperately trying to listen to Namjoon’s command, “Please, Joonie, I’ll be so good for you.”
“I know you will, Tae,” Namjoon pulls him closer by the hips and a groan of relief leaves him as he grabs hold of his own length, settling himself between Taehyung’s thighs and pumping himself a few times, watching Taehyung watch him, his heartbeat loud in his own ears. He rubs the head of his cock between Taehyung’s cheeks, his other hand palming one cheek, pulling it to the side so he can rub the head of his cock over Taehyung’s entrance.
A bead of precum leaks out of Taehyung’s cock and onto his stomach while he wiggles his hips, pleading for Namjoon to fill him up, that he’ll be so good, and his begging goes straight to Namjoon’s groin, cock twitching painfully at the murmurs of sweet promises, at the way Taehyung falls apart so easily for him.
Namjoon stills his squirming with a hand at the curve of his waist while lining himself up, looking down as the head disappears, pushing past the rim of Taehyung’s hole and then slowly pushing in the rest of the way, inhaling deeply at the drag of Taehyung’s walls against his length. When he finally bottoms out, they groan in unison, and Namjoon feels the way Taehyung goes pliant beneath him, the way his own muscles fight to keep control.
It’s hard to breathe with the way Taehyung clenches around him, the size of him filling Taehyung up despite all the preparation, and Namjoon holds his breath for a moment, and notices Taehyung does too while they both let themselves adjust. The feeling of tightness around him, the slight pressure making the throbbing of his cock intensify, the way the breath finally leaves the man under him in tiny little pants; it all makes him a bit dizzy, makes his body feel hot all over.
Namjoon shifts slightly, the movement making him press deeper slightly and Taehyung whimpers under him, gazing up at Namjoon with glassy eyes, lips parted and bitten red.
And he could spend hours, days, weeks looking at Taehyung, if allowed he’d want to stay locked in this room, Taehyung spread out underneath him, and tell him every second how he was so –
“Beautiful,” Taehyung reaches a hand up to trace a line down Namjoon’s forearm, and then grips it tight, grinding down and stealing Namjoon’s breath again.
“You’re so beautiful hyung.”
Namjoon feels his heart thunder in his chest as he begins to move, gaze locked with Taehyung’s as he pulls out before thrusting back in slowly, and Taehyung whimpers as Namjoon rolls into him, pushing in until his hipbones meet the flesh of Taehyung’s ass, eventually setting a slow pace that has them both moaning low and deep.
A bit of sweat forms at Namjoon’s temple from the effort of trying to keep control, to keep himself from fucking into Taehyung faster, from giving in to his body’s want to pound Taehyung into the mattress, quick and rough.
When he grinds into Taehyung, finding that sweet spot once more, when Taehyung lets out a high-pitched broken moan, Namjoon knows it’s worth the effort.
It feels like an eternity, Namjoon rocking into Taehyung so slow and so deep, hitting his prostate each time, making sure to let his cock drag against Taehyung’s walls each time he pulls out, reveling in the way Taehyung dissolves into tiny broken cries each time he thrusts back in as deep as he can go.
“Feel good baby?”
Taehyung opens his eyes that were screwed shut in pleasure, and Namjoon’s cock kicks where it’s buried deep inside the other man at the tears forming in his eyes. Those wide teary eyes look down at Namjoon’s cock as it pulls out halfway and disappears back inside him repeatedly, and Namjoon sees the desire mixing with the glittering tears, those lips parting around silent breaths while he watches Namjoon fuck him.
“Yes, oh, feels,” A hiccup follows his words, and he squeezes Namjoon’s forearm, “You make me feel so good, Joon. Wish we could stay like this forever.” A moan tears out of him when Namjoon’s cock grinds into him and the tear that rolls down his cheek makes Namjoon’s head swim with a haze almost as warm as the street lamps outside.
Namjoon leans down to kiss the tear that has made its way to Taehyung’s jawline, and then captures his lips in a slow kiss, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
Taehyung’s voice is shaky when they break apart, whispering a small, “Joon, m’close,” into the space between their lips.
And Namjoon slows down just a fraction, just enough to have Taehyung’s thighs shaking where they hang loosely around his hips, heels pressing into the flesh of Namjoon’s ass. More tears escape the corner of Taehyung’s eyes as he chases his orgasm, and the pressure within Namjoon is intoxicatingly slow, waves of pleasure building with each rock of his hips. Tears roll down Taehyung’s cheeks, always so sensitive, always letting himself fall apart at the seams with Namjoon, just the two of them.
Taehyung starts to say something, a breathy plea of, “Please, I’m so– oh –” on his lips before Namjoon feels his body tense up, and then he lets out a long, drawn-out moan, fingers bruising the skin of Namjoon’s arm and body quivering as he orgasms, cock spilling his release all over his stomach.
“Ah, such a,” Namjoon begins to thrust with a little more speed, his own orgasm approaching, “You were so good for hyung.”
Taehyung’s back arches off the bed, body still twitching with his orgasm, broken cries falling from his lips.
Namjoon leans over him, lifting Taehyung’s hips slightly and thrusting into him, matching the rhythm of his heartbeat.
“H-hyung,” Taehyung’s voice is raw, tears trailing down his cheeks, eyes sparkling as they look up at Namjoon, expression thoroughly fucked out, “Want you to fill me up, please want to feel all of you.”
Namjoon feels the squeeze around his cock as Taehyung tenses again, preparing to come a second time, and Namjoon follows him, pushing in deep and body locking up as he falls over the edge. He leans down, kissing the moan straight out of Taehyung’s mouth, kisses the salty tears off his cheeks as Taehyung shudders and arches as a second orgasm hits him, as Namjoon continues to pump into him, slowly fucking his release deep inside Taehyung, milking himself into Taehyung. They kiss each other through it all, moaning and panting into each other’s mouths, they kiss messily, tongues dancing together, and they press as close as they can get, swallowing each other’s desperate sounds.
When they both come down, when they are nothing but heavy breaths and heavy limbs, Namjoon pulls out slowly, and Taehyung’s thighs shake against his hips at the feeling. When his cock falls from Taehyung’s body, the loss makes both of them lose their breath for just a moment before Namjoon scoops Taehyung up and brings him to the center of the bed. Both collapsing into tangle of messy bodies and sweaty limbs, Taehyung’s head on his chest, and he’s sure Taehyung can hear the way his heart skips as the other man presses a kiss to skin right above it.
When Taehyung stirs awake, not much time has passed since they collapsed together, the only signs of the time passing are the faint tinges of dawn painting the dark sky, the moon hanging a little lower amongst the indigo.
Taehyung blinks slowly and realizes he must have fallen asleep in the warmth of Namjoon’s arms, always so sleepy after sex, Namjoon’s body wrapped around him making it so easy to feel safe, to fall into the sleep that beckons him afterwards.
Cheek brushing the skin of Namjoon’s chest, he looks up to find the other man awake still, looking down at him with heavy but fond eyes.
“Namjoon-ah,” Taehyung calls out in a whisper, a greeting and lifts himself to give the other man a slow kiss, taking his time to trace Namjoon’s mouth with his tongue, and he still feels a warmth under his skin, not as prominent as before, but still there.
“Have you slept at all?” Taehyung asks when they finally break apart, and the blush that appears on Namjoon’s cheeks is answer enough.
“Ah, no, I’ve been having trouble again,” Namjoon runs his fingers through the hair that curls at the nape of Taehyung’s neck absentmindedly, “It’s okay,” He smiles when he notices Taehyung’s pouted lips.
“You should’ve told me,” A light slap on Namjoon’s pec follows his words, “I feel bad.”
Taehyung feels bad that he made Namjoon do all the work, but he couldn’t exactly say he feels bad for staying, for letting Namjoon pull him apart all night.
Namjoon arches a brow, a smirk growing around his words, “Do you actually?”
Another light slap to his chest has Namjoon laughing tenderly, grabbing Taehyung’s wrist and pulling it to him, pressing his lips against the skin right above his pulse point and making Taehyung’s breath hitch, his heart doing a little skip.
“I don’t feel bad,” Namjoon presses another gentle kiss to the skin, then looks down at him, eyes so gentle, dimples carved into his tan skin, and Taehyung marvels at the beauty of the man wrapped around him, “I like taking care of you, I like making you feel good.”
Taehyung’s stomach swoops, feeling his face burn almost as much as the burning deep in his lower abdomen as Namjoon continues talking, “It’s just the adrenaline anyway, the tour, it keeps me feeling like I’m on go all the time, like I can’t get into a rhythm.”
Taehyung makes a noise of understanding, knowing that the other man struggles with the different time zones, the fast-paced feeling of touring, the fans that scream outside their hotels, even Taehyung found himself up at night sometimes, not able to find sleep despite chasing it eagerly, urgently.
“Maybe,” A grin lights up Taehyung’s face, and he trails teasing fingers over the muscles of Namjoon’s abdomen, feeling the way they tighten at his touch, “you just need to work that adrenaline off more.”
“Oh yeah?” Namjoon smirks down at him but a slight rasp has invaded his voice, a strain as his abdomen tightens more at the brush of Taehyung’s palm over the dip of his lower abdomen and as it begins trailing lower.
“I’m sure I read it somewhere,” While trailing a teasing finger at the base of Namjoon’s cock, Taehyung presses a kiss to the skin of Namjoon’s neck, and he’s not sure if it’s Namjoon’s pulse that he feels throbbing underneath his lips, or his own jumping throughout his body, or maybe both.
“I’m sure you did,” Namjoon’s hums, and Taehyung looks up to see his gaze already blazing, lids drooping as he looks as Taehyung with so much desire it makes heat flare in him, makes his head feel fuzzy.
Namjoon always has this effect on him, one look from the other man and Taehyung felt himself fall apart, felt himself melting under those warm eyes.
Tongue poking out to lick at his bottom lip, trying to ignore the desperate want to climb on top of Namjoon right away, Taehyung’s hand finally takes hold of Namjoon’s cock, half-hard already and lazily strokes him. Namjoon makes a sound in the back of his throat at the touch, slightly drowsy but full of pleasure and the sound only brings a cheeky smile to Taehyung’s face, has him twisting his wrist as he strokes Namjoon’s length, loving the way it pulls a louder groan out of the other man.
Namjoon covers Taehyung’s hand with his own, catching his breath, and for a moment Taehyung thinks he might guide him through it, hand controlling Taehyung’s strokes, and he feels himself growing hard at the thought.
“We should bathe,” Namjoon grins instead and Taehyung pouts in response, “I can’t concentrate when we smell like sweat and cum.”
Taehyung playfully rolls his eyes, lips still pouting, before his expression dissolves into a cheeky grin, hand giving Namjoon’s cock a teasing squeeze, “I don’t know, I kind of like it.” Taehyung waggles his brows while Namjoon tries to focus on breathing at the pressure around his length.
“Of course you would,” Namjoon sighs weakly, from pleasure or from playful exasperation, Taehyung can’t quite tell.
“Hey!” Taehyung giggles, hand leaving Namjoon’s cock to smack him on the stomach, and Namjoon makes a wounded sound, but it doesn’t hold much weight with the laughter that follows it.
Suddenly, Namjoon is pulling him up out of the bed, and carries him towards the bathroom, Taehyung laughing with arms wrapped around the other man’s broad shoulders. The door to the on-suite bathroom is kicked open, and Namjoon grimaces when it hits the wall, hard, before setting Taehyung on the countertop in between the double sinks, golden and polished. Taehyung leans back on his palms while Namjoon starts the water before turning and taking in Taehyung spread out on the crisp white marble. Taehyung spreads his legs a fraction more, his cock already erect and laying against his stomach, body tingling at the way Namjoon’s eyes trace over every inch of him and linger for a moment on his groin.
“Hyung, this counter is quite huge,” Taehyung looks around as if he were inspecting the area, then grins up at the other man, “You could just fuck me here and then we could take a bath.”
The flush on Namjoon’s cheeks travels down his neck and Taehyung appreciates the way his cock kicks where it stands against his lower abdomen at the suggestion. Appreciates how hard he’s grown already, how long and thick he is, and Taehyung just wants Namjoon inside him again, filling him up so much that he feels like he might split apart.
Taehyung had watched Namjoon’s cock thrusting in and out of him earlier, loved feeling his thick cock pushing against his walls, had been amazed and so turned on seeing the way it filled him up so easily.
“You’re really something else,” Namjoon pulls a smug Taehyung off the counter and Taehyung’s legs wrap easily around him, and they both shiver a little when their erections brush. Namjoon ignores it, always so in control, and carries him like a koala to the giant porcelain tub, something that looked as if it should be for royalty.
When they get in, they face each other, legs knocking as they sit close, despite the room in the basin. The water is warm, the bubbles filling the room with the scent of vanilla, and they both sigh at the feeling, and Taehyung knows Namjoon must be feeling his muscles relax the same way he does. After a few moments, after the silence settles comfortably between them, Taehyung migrates towards Namjoon, water sloshing as his legs hook over the other man’s thighs. Namjoon watches him, lips quirked just the slightest, but gaze locked on each movement, jaw a little tight when Taehyung rubs his palms over the inside of Namjoon’s thighs, the bathwater glistening and highlighting the muscles that stand out.
It is silent between them; the only sounds are their shared breathing and the faint crackle of the frothy bubbles surrounding them.
Namjoon’s thigh muscles clench when Taehyung’s hands travel further towards his groin, and the other man lets his head fall back against the raised side of the tub when Taehyung takes him into his fist, cradling his balls with his other hand. The leftover lube from earlier provides an easy glide of Taehyung’s hand as he strokes the length of Namjoon’s cock, applying a gentle pressure around the base each time, and applying the same pressure to his balls, playing with him under the water.
“Oh fuck,” Namjoon pants out, groaning as Taehyung twists his hand around the head of his cock, while squeezing him lightly under the water, “Tae, fuck, that’s feels so –” His words cut off with a hitch of breath when Taehyung releases him under the water, and moves to straddle him, his hands leaving traces of suds where he braces them on Namjoon’s collarbones.
“Let me take care of you now, hyung.” Taehyung’s voice is deep and works hard around the lump of pleasure in his throat, and Namjoon marvels up at him as he lines himself up with Namjoon’s cock. They both groan in unison as Taehyung sinks down onto him slowly, taking his time, wanting to feel every inch as it enters him. Despite all the preparation and Namjoon already having entered him earlier, Taehyung still feels the size of him, still feels Namjoon’s cock straining to enter him again. The feeling sends electricity through his body, makes his skin feel tight and has him throwing his head back when he’s finally fully seated. Taehyung breathes in and out, eyes screwed shut in pleasure at the feeling of Namjoon inside him, the way he’s so full he can practically feel it all the way inside of his stomach.
Namjoon’s chest rises and falls under him, heaving with his controlled breaths, fingers gripping the skin of his ass under the water, like he’s fighting the urge to fuck up into Taehyung. And Taehyung fights the urge to go pliant for the other man, just as he did earlier, and instead begins to move, slowly lifting himself up before grinding back down, and relishing in the moan it pulls from the Namjoon’s slack jaw.
“You work so hard,” Taehyung coos, Namjoon’s jaw falling open more as Taehyung circles his hips just right, letting the head of Namjoon’s cock press against the spot deep inside him that has tremors traveling through his entire being, “Take care of me so good,” Namjoon swears as Taehyung lifts up again only to fall back down onto his length quicker this time, “Hyung is so good for me,” Taehyung pants as he works up a rhythm, riding him at steady pace, Namjoon groaning beneath him, whispering little praises that have Taehyung’s hips moving faster, chasing the pressure that’s already building in him.
A hand grabs hold of his own cock, and Namjoon’s applies just the right amount of pressure to have him falling forward a little, his hips losing their rhythm as he tries to catch his breath. Taehyung whines as he continues to ride Namjoon, his thighs shaking and burning, and Namjoon’s hand stroking him making the burn travel to other areas.
“Put your hands on the side of the tub, baby,” Namjoon instructs and Taehyung, for all his efforts of staying in control, follows them easily, bracing both of his hands on the tub on either side of Namjoon’s head.
Taehyung looks down, the edges of his vision hazy with his approaching orgasm, but he sees Namjoon clear as day, sees the fond gaze looking up at him, eyes warm and rich as they look at Taehyung, golden skin shining with a mixture of sweat and water, and jawline tensed as he watches Taehyung grind down onto him, those pink lips thinned from trying to keep control.
“So pretty,” Taehyung rests his forehead against Namjoon’s, bangs curling between their skin, Namjoon still pumping him with expert movements, knowing just the right way to have the heat rising and rising and rising within him.
“You’re prettier.” Namjoon thumbs the head of his cock and Taehyung’s head falls to his shoulder, hips moving erratically and desperately, feeling the pressure building in inside his core, feeling as if he were right on the edge, about to fall over into the pleasure of release.
Namjoon continues, his voice gentle and murmuring sweet words into the skin of Taehyung’s neck before kissing it, “So pretty. Mon bel homme.”
“Oh – ah – say it again, please” Taehyung pants into the dip between Namjoon’s shoulder and neck, whining when he grinds down and Namjoon’s cock brushes against his prostate just right.
Namjoon presses a kiss to his neck again, hand twisting around the head of his cock before whispering in his ear, “Mon bel homme.”
The orgasm hits Taehyung, has him seeing stars as tremors rack his body, warmth exploding throughout his entire body, his release spilling all over the hand that continues to stroke him. He rides his orgasm out, hips moving with desperation on Namjoon’s length, tiny whimpers leaving his parted lips and falling into the skin of the other man’s shoulder.
Eventually his movements become exhausted and out of rhythm, body twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm, and Namjoon takes over then, grabbing his hips, keeping him in place and fucking up into him. The pace is rough and erratic, and the oversensitivity has Taehyung letting out a little string of desperate ah ah ahs that seem to fall in time with Namjoon’s thrusts, his arms falling from the porcelain to wrap loosely around Namjoon’s shoulders.
Namjoon’s groan is loud, body tensing when his orgasm hits him suddenly, fingers pressing into the skin of Taehyung’s ass as he buries himself deep inside his hole, and Taehyung feels his release filling him up. Taehyung feels the way Namjoon’s muscles go slack under him after he’s come down, loves the feeling of Namjoon slowly fucking his release into him, the way he keeps Taehyung still above him until he’s rode out his orgasm completely.
Namjoon lays a gentle hand on the curve of Taehyung’s waist, easing him up off his cock, and Taehyung twitches, eyes blissfully closed while settling back to straddling Namjoon’s thighs, body and muscles completely relaxed. A hand comes up to the hair at the back of his head, fingers idly playing with the locks, before the chest underneath him vibrates with Namjoon’s deep voice.
“Come on, we should get out,” Namjoon’s voice is gentle, deep voice thick with relaxation, content, and it soothes Taehyung as he presses himself further against the other man, wanting to stay in Namjoon’s warmth for a while.
“Mm, can we stay like this a little longer?” Taehyung’s voice is just above a whisper, peeking up at the other man with rounded eyes. Namjoon’s smile is slow, slightly tired, but oh so brilliant. The appearance of his dimples, the crinkle at the corner of his eyes, it makes Taehyung want to trace his features, makes him understand all the great painters he loves, makes him understand the want to capture that beauty and immortalize it.
Namjoon doesn’t answer, his answer is a hand wrapped loosely around Taehyung’s waist, hand brushing the small of his back, fingers tangling further into his hair, a kiss pressed to his temple, and Taehyung feels like he would float away if Namjoon weren’t wrapped around him.
So, they stay a little longer, Namjoon combing Taehyung’s wet hair away from his face, and Taehyung drawing patterns in the suds that cover the skin of Namjoon’s thighs, the white swirling with the deep golden tan.
They stay there until the golden glow of morning creeps in and makes the haze that surrounds seem to glow just a bit warmer, a bit brighter.
❤️🔥
