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Usually, when Namjoon woke up, he slid slowly from sleep into wakefulness, dragged up from the depths by the electronic beeping of his cell phone, or more rarely, by Jin’s hand, shaking him gently awake.
This morning, however, he was yanked awake by a jolt of pleasure running up his spine. There was a slight weight on his lower abdomen, and as the weight pressed down insistently into him, he opened his mouth to let out a low moan. The sound didn’t make it far, though, because a hand clapped itself over his mouth, muffling the sound in its large palm.
“Shhh… You have to be quiet, Joonie. Jimin and Yoongi are right on the other side of the wall.”
“Jimin…?” Namjoon asked against the hand.
Namjoon turned his head to the right and opened his eyes to peer at the bed that he was pretty sure Jimin had been sleeping in. The bedding looked untouched, though, so he turned to the source of the voice, who was straddling his thighs, hips rolling slowly down into his lap. Kim Seokjin’s hand still rested over Namjoon’s mouth, his other pressing softly into the muscles of his stomach.
Jin was wearing what looked suspiciously like one of Namjoon’s shirts, the early-morning light peeking in the window just enough for Namjoon to see how the fabric stretched tight across his broad shoulders and floated loosely around his waist. Shaking his head slightly to clear out the last bits of sleep, Namjoon reached up to slide his hands up under the shirt, settling just above Jin’s hips.
Jin was still slowly rolling his hips, his cock thick and heavy where it met Namjoon’s, and tiny shocks continued to shoot up Namjoon’s spine when the friction was just right. He nuzzled at the inside of Jin’s hand, still pressed over his mouth, and Jin moved both of his hands to Namjoon’s shoulders, lowering himself carefully until he could catch Namjoon’s mouth, tugging slightly on his bottom lip.
“Good morning, Joonie,” he said against Namjoon’s mouth, and Namjoon kissed him again. “We’ve got a few minutes. Do you think we can get off before I have to go make sure Tae and Kookie are up?”
“Fuck, please, Jin.”
Namjoon could feel Jin’s smile against his lips, and his hips started moving more insistently. Namjoon used his grip on Jin’s hips to push him back into a sitting position, giving him more control over his movements. Jin took advantage of it, repositioning himself to find the best angle. Namjoon could feel Jin, but the layers of fabric between them felt stifling. He wanted to feel Jin’s skin on his, so he moved one hand to Jin’s waistband to pull it down, but Jin stopped him.
“No time, Joon-ah. We’ve really only got a couple of minutes.”
And with that, Jin began pressing into him harder, and Namjoon’s mind blanked for a moment. He could feel the muscles of Jin’s stomach under his fingertips, twitching as he rutted against Namjoon. When Jin leaned forward for another kiss, the angle pulled Namjoon closer to the edge, and he began to push his hips up, desperately chasing the pleasure. When Jin let out a low moan, he filed it in away in his brain under “Hottest Sounds Kim Seokjin Has Made.” It was a pretty full folder, since Jin made the prettiest, sexiest sounds as he got closer to coming.
Namjoon brought one hand up to tangle in Jin’s hair, fingers carding though the black strands in a way he knew drove Jin crazy. He was rewarded with another moan, which he captured with his mouth before nipping at Jin’s plush lower lip, asking for entrance. Jin granted it, and Namjoon pushed into his mouth, exploring and catching more of those wonderful sounds.
Namjoon could feel himself drawing closer to his orgasm, so he retreated slightly to whisper “fuck, Jin, you’re so good, I’m gonna-“
“Me too, Namjoon. I-“
Before Jin could even finish his sentence, his eyes snapped shut and a tense “fuck” left his lips as he spilled into his pajamas. The curse dropping from Jin’s usually clean mouth accompanied by the way Jin’s face screwed up in pleasure sent Namjoon headfirst into his orgasm, and his hands flew to Jin’s lower back, pressing him down harder as they rode out the pleasure until soft mewling sounds started to come from Jin, oversensitivity making him push himself back up, and press his hands to Namjoon’s chest again. They stared at each other, Namjoon admiring the fucked-out look on Jin’s face before he found his voice again.
“Good morning, hyung.”
“Good morning, Joon-ah. God, that was good.”
He climbed off Namjoon slowly, wincing as the wetness in his pajama pants made itself apparent. He stretched out on the bed next to Namjoon, who turned to face him.
“Where’s Jimin?” Namjoon asked, reaching a hand forward to run his thumb along Jin’s jaw. He felt it move as Jin spoke.
“We were both up early, getting coffee, so I asked him to trade room keys with me. As soon as I reminded him that I was with Yoongi, he almost snatched the key out of my hand. God, he’s whipped.”
“So is Yoongi. Think they’ll ever figure it out?”
“I don’t know. I think Jimin will keep flirting and Yoongi will keep being aggressively oblivious, so it might take some… outside help.”
“Just tell Taehyung. He’ll be all over it. I can almost hear the code name he’ll give it. Operation Turtle-dove?”
Jin let out a soft chuckle. “Probably.” They were silent for a moment. “What time is it?”
Namjoon rolled over to squint at the clock on the nightstand. “Half past seven.”
Jin groaned. “We’ve gotta be out of here in an hour. Here, come get cleaned up with me.”
They struggled out of bed, walking awkwardly in their damp pants. Once they were in the shower, Namjoon had a little trouble keeping his hands focused on cleaning instead of just running along the curve of Jin’s hips, or down the soft skin of his upper thigh, or through Jin’s hair, but Jin managed to get them both clean in record time, swatting Namjoon’s hands away when they got a little too friendly.
Jin dressed quickly, flitting between bags as Namjoon stood, watching him as though in a trance. By the time Namjoon was ready to dig through his own suitcase, Jin was ready to go, pulling out the small slip of paper where he’d written down which rooms the other members were in. He pulled Namjoon in for a quick kiss, then stepped towards the door. Before he opened it, though, he looked down at the boxers Namjoon had just pulled out of his bag and shook his head slightly.
“Wear briefs.”
Namjoon raised an eyebrow.
“Just trust me.”
And then he was gone, the door shutting behind him with a soft click.
As they piled into the van, Jin declared that he would be sitting next to Namjoon, which caused some of the others to tilt their heads in confusion, though Namjoon noticed that Yoongi just smirked. They hadn’t exactly told the other members that they were together, but there seemed to be an unspoken knowledge among the group that something was going on between them.
Still, it was unusual for Jin to be so blunt about his requests to be with Namjoon. Usually he would silently maneuver himself so that it seemed a coincidence that they ended up together at meals or in the car, or next to each other in interviews. Jimin recovered quickly from his confusion, pulling his foot back to let Jin climb into the back seat next to Namjoon.
“Good morning again, Joonie. Did you take my suggestion?”
Namjoon nodded and opened his mouth, question forming on his tongue as Jin spoke again.
“Good. You’re going to have some fun today, I promise.”
And then he winked at Namjoon, tongue poking out to wet his lips. The movement pulled Namjoon’s gaze down, and he was momentarily entranced by the sliver of pink before he looked back up into Jin’s eyes and gulped at the spark of mischievousness he saw glinting there.
The first thing on their schedule that day was an interview with a morning talk show. As they settled into their seats, Namjoon ran through the answers to some of the more common questions in his head. He was just trying to remember the English word for “future” when a hand landed on his thigh. He looked to his right, where Jin was sitting, his head turned up over his shoulder to talk to Hoseok, who was seated on a stool behind Namjoon. When Jin looked down and met his eye, Jin winked again, like he’d done in the car, the mascara that the makeup noonas had applied making his lashes even thicker than usual.
Before Namjoon could figure out how to react, the host of the talk show appeared, settling into her chair, and someone gave the final warning that they would be live in thirty seconds. Jin’s hand disappeared from his thigh, and Namjoon was surprised that, even with the studio lights, he could still feel the warmth where Jin’s hand had been.
The interview began very normally, the host giving the audience a quick summary of their rise into the public eye before allowing them to introduce themselves. As usual, Jin embarrassingly introduced himself as “Worldwide Handsome,” which made Namjoon roll his eyes fondly. He could see in his peripheral vision that Jungkook, seated to his left, was grinning at his hyung’s silliness.
It was only when the host asked “How are you enjoying your stay in Los Angeles?” that things started to go a little off-track. Namjoon translated the question and Hoseok was the first to answer, chiming in with something about how good the food was. Jin turned to look at Hoseok as he answered, and Namjoon felt the hand land on his thigh again.
Jin’s didn’t really do anything… at first. His hand just rested on Namjoon’s thigh, fingers splayed out over his knee. It was something he’d done before in plenty of interviews. However, as the host continued to ask her questions and Namjoon continued to translate, English question to Korean question to Korean answer to English answer, Jin’s hand started to travel slowly up his thigh.
His movements were so minute that at first Namjoon thought he was imagining it. After a bit, though, he noticed that Jin’s long fingers were no longer spread across his knee, but were now tapping on his lower thigh.
They stayed there for the next few questions, before beginning to move higher on Namjoon’s leg, sliding softly over the denim of his pants. Jin knew what he was doing, keeping his movements subtle, at an angle that would be hidden from the camera’s view. Just when Namjoon was getting ready to cross his legs to make Jin move his hand away, he stopped, leaving his hand where it was, no longer inching slowly upwards.
When Jin didn’t move his hand again, Namjoon let himself relax, turning his full attention back to the interview. He was in the middle of translating Taehyung’s answer to “what would you want to do if you weren’t an idol?” when Jin made another move.
Instead of sliding his hand farther up Namjoon’s leg, though, he just tightened his grip, and the sudden squeeze sent a jolt through Namjoon. He stuttered slightly in relaying Taehyung’s answer, and hoped that it would just seem like he’d momentarily forgotten an English word. He tried to regain his composure, but Jin’s grip on his thigh was very distracting.
He kept translating, but as soon as Hobi had the host’s attention, squealing lyrics to a recent American pop song, he turned to Jin, giving him a pointed look. Jin just smiled, looking for all the world like he had no idea why Namjoon was giving him the evil eye. Namjoon readjusted his position, using one hand to lift Jin’s off and move it to the cushion of the couch between them. Before he could move his hand back, though, Jin trapped it under his.
He tried to pull away, but Jin’s grip was unrelenting, so he gave up and tried to tune back in to the conversation happening around them. He had almost succeeded when he felt Jin’s thumb brush against the thin skin between his thumb and index finger. It was a light touch, so soft that it could have been imagined, but it was there.
Jin was tall and broad-shouldered, and it usually showed in his movements, which were often far from gentle. One of the few times that he was soft and tentative was in the bedroom, and Namjoon could feel his dick reacting to that information in an almost Pavlovian way. The part of his brain that was not focused on trying to translate and not freaking out over the fact that he was getting an erection on live TV found it pretty interesting, making a mental note to experiment later.
The interview didn’t last too much longer, which Namjoon was grateful for because he was starting to feel a little like his head was going to explode. He couldn’t concentrate on translating, ignoring Jin’s fingers as they stroked skillfully over the sensitive skin on his hand, and trying his hardest to will his boner away all at the same time, so he was thankful when the interview ended and Jin stood up, shaking the host’s hand and following Jimin offstage.
Namjoon stayed seated for a moment, covering his lap with his hands and talking to Jungkook as he waited to be able to stand up, finally understanding why Jin had made the suggestion that he wear briefs.
Lunch brought with it a much needed break, as Namjoon had learned his lesson about sitting next to Jin, squeezing himself in between Yoongi and Hoseok, Jimin taking the seat across from him. Jin sat on Jimin’s left, with Jungkook on Jimin’s to other side. Namjoon thought he caught a disappointed look crossing Jin’s face, but it was gone in the blink of an eye, replaced quickly with a mischievous smirk.
The meal proceeded without event until Namjoon excused himself to use the restroom. He was only gone for a couple of minutes, but when he got back, he was surprised to find Jimin engrossed in a conversation with Yoongi and Taehyung, Jin now seated across from Namjoon’s empty chair. He barely contained the groan that started to leave his chest, sitting down quickly and raising his eyebrows at Jin, who just smiled and winked at him.
That damn wink, Namjoon thought, is going to be the death of me.
Just like in the interview, Jin didn’t do anything much at first, talking to Hoseok about their concert later that evening and teasing Jungkook about… something. Namjoon was so suspicious that he found it hard to follow the conversation, watching Jin for whatever he was planning.
He was watching Jin so intently that he almost jumped a foot in the air when he felt something gently touch the inside of his knee. Hoseok, having felt him twitch, gave him a funny look, and he gave an apologetic smile in return. The pressure on his knee slid down to his calf, and he turned to find Jin watching him intently, grinning when their eyes met. Namjoon gave a subtle shake of his head, mouthing “no.” Jin nodded back, mouthing “yes” before turning back to Jungkook.
Namjoon considered his options. He had just come back from the bathroom, so he couldn’t escape there. It would seem weird if he suddenly asked to switch seats with someone, though Jimin would probably happily switch with him, which would put him next to Jin. Everyone was still eating, so it wasn’t like he could hurry them to leave. No, he was going to have to sit there and let Jin do what he wanted, mostly because he always let Jin do what he wanted, and some tiny part of him was definitely into this dumb plan of Jin’s.
What Jin wanted, apparently, was to run his socked foot (when had he taken his shoe off?) up and down Namjoon’s calf. When Namjoon didn’t react, Jin moved his foot farther up, finding Namjoon’s thigh. For once, Namjoon wished Jin was just a little shorter, or that the table was a little wider, so that Jin wouldn’t be able to get his foot almost all the way up his thigh, toes pressing at the crotch of his pants. He tried to subtly shift his chair back, but he realized that If he moved too far, Hoseok and Yoongi would be able to see what was going on, and he didn’t think he wanted that.
Of course, his dick didn’t seem to agree, because as he imagined Yoongi or Hoseok figuring out that Jin was doing his damndest to drive Namjoon crazy, he felt it twitch in his pants. Apparently Jin felt it too, with his unfairly talented toes, because he shot Namjoon a wicked grin across the table. Namjoon glared back at him, but that just seemed to encourage him.
So Namjoon sat through a torturous lunch, trying his best to carry on a normal conversation while under the table, Jin continued to rub against him, every once in a while finding a spot that made Namjoon lose the thread of what he was talking about.
It was the longest lunch of Namjoon’s life.
The chaos of getting ready for the concert that evening meant that Namjoon was able to avoid being near Jin for a while, which was good for his dignity, but less good for his heart. No matter how often they did this, he still got nervous as concert time drew nearer. Jin was a stabilizing force, always ready with a joke or some soft reassurances, and Namjoon, against his better judgement, found himself following Jin when he excused himself to use the restroom.
His long legs made it easy to catch up to Jin, and after checking to make sure there was no one around, he pulled Jin into a small side hallway. Jin let out a small squeak of surprise before Namjoon pulled him into a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around Jin’s shoulders, and Jin buried his face into the crook of Namjoon’s neck as Namjoon was silently grateful that he hadn’t had his stage makeup applied yet.
They stayed like that for a moment, Namjoon gripping Jin like his life depended on it, feeling Jin’s warm breath against his neck. When Jin finally pulled back, he looked at Namjoon with a soft smile.
“You’re going to do great, Joonie. We’re going to be great.”
“How do you always know what I need to hear?”
“Because you’re you, Joonie, and you always overthink things.”
Jin smiled fondly before leaning in to press a soft kiss to Namjoon’s lips, then smaller kisses across his cheeks and his nose.
“Trust me, Joon-ah. You’re going to be fine.”
Namjoon slid a hand up to cup Jin’s cheek and captured Jin’s lips in a kiss of his own. There was a soft sigh, and Namjoon felt himself relax.
“Thank you, hyung.”
“Any time. Don’t think this means I forgot about my promise, though.”
And with that, Jin gave Namjoon a wink and one more kiss (this one threaded with more than a little heat), and ducked back out of the hallway, leaving Namjoon a little turned on and a lot concerned.
Jin didn’t do anything during the first half of the concert. He flirted with Namjoon a little, sending him winks and blowing air kisses, but that was normal, nothing more than what he usually did. It was the kind of stuff that fans would be compiling into videos later, but nothing really out of the ordinary.
Where things got interesting was during a quick change of outfits between songs. Jimin was on stage, dancing to his solo song, and Hoseok waited in the wings to join him. Yoongi and Taehyung were having their hair and makeup touched up as Jungkook, Jin, and Namjoon pulled clothing off of racks to get changed. Namjoon had just unbuttoned his shirt to trade for the new one when Jin caught his eye.
It was clear that Jin was trying to get Namjoon’s attention, scooting down the wall of mirrors until he was in Namjoon’s line of sight. He glanced around, making sure that no one was paying attention to him, before turning towards the mirrors, still meeting Namjoon’s eye in the reflection. When he was sure Namjoon wouldn’t look away, he pulled his shirt over his head.
Jin’s body was a work of art, according to Namjoon, and the way the muscles in Jin’s shoulders flexed as he removed his shirt just confirmed it. He was almost ashamed to admit that he felt his dick stir in his pants, but Jin had been teasing him all day, and it had left Namjoon feeling a little starved for him. Jin’s narrow waist was not bad to look at either, but neither of those things were what caught Namjoon’s attention.
Jin’s pants were slung low over his hips, lower than he normally wore them, and Namjoon felt a soft gasp leave him as he realized what he was looking at. There, just above Jin’s hips were small, fading purple-ish bruises. Namjoon was pretty sure that if he were to put his hands on them, they would match his fingers exactly. His very helpful mind provided images of the night about a week ago that he’d gripped Jin hard enough to leave those bruises, and those images went right to his cock.
He wanted to cross the room, press Jin against the counter, and give him a few new bruises, and he’d taken a couple of steps forward before he remembered where he was. He shook his head to try to clear it and finished unbuttoning his shirt, trading it out for the new one. It took him a few seconds to get it over his head, and by the time he popped his head through the collar, Jin had put his own navy, satin-y shirt on, and was smirking at Namjoon in the mirror.
Namjoon felt a deep blush spread over his cheeks, and in his head he gave a silent thanks to the stylist who had picked out pants made of a thick material that hopefully wouldn’t make his problem too obvious. He doubled his thanks and added a few prayers as Jin walked over to him, the sinfully tight pants he’d changed into making Namjoon groan softly. Fuck Jin for looking so good. Also, fuck Jin, like, not metaphorically.
When he was close enough for Namjoon to hear him, Jin intoned a low “did you enjoy the view?”
Namjoon nodded, not quite trusting himself to speak.
“I wouldn’t mind you adding a few more, Joon-ah. These ones are starting to fade.”
A squeak was all Namjoon could provide in response.
“Now, can you help me with this?” Jin held out a small black piece of lace with a clasp on either end, turning around to face away from Namjoon once he’d taken it. Namjoon was a little proud of how steady his hands were when he brought the choker up to wrap around Jin’s neck. They were steady, that is, until Jin stepped back into his space, pressing their bodies against each other. Then Namjoon’s fingers fumbled with the clasp and he felt the low rumble of a soft chuckle pass through Jin.
While Namjoon concentrated on fastening the choker, Jin began to look around the room. When he was satisfied that no one was looking at them, he turned his head far enough to bring his lips to Namjoon’s ear.
“I want you to fuck me into the mattress later.”
Namjoon felt a shiver run down his spine as Jin’s words sank in, and he almost dropped the lace entirely. Jin nipped at his earlobe before pulling away and reaching back to fasten the choker himself. With another smirk at Namjoon, he sauntered away, grabbing Jungkook on his way to the backstage area.
Namjoon turned back to the wall of mirrors. His reflection stared back at him, wide-eyed and flushed so heavily that even the stage makeup caked on his face couldn’t hide the red tinge on his cheeks. He forced himself to take a few deep breaths, willing the color to fade as Taehyung approached him. When he caught sight of Namjoon’s face, his eyebrows shot up in concern.
“Are you okay, hyung?”
Namjoon nodded, stepping forward to press his front against the counter to avoid Taehyung’s wandering gaze.
“I’m fine, Tae. Just a little… flustered. My nerves got to me.”
“More like Jin-hyung got to you, huh?” Taehyung spoke almost too softly for Namjoon to hear, but the grin on his face was unmistakeable.
“Jin-hyung… what? How did- how did you know? You…” Namjoon stuttered out.
“I didn’t, hyung. It was just a guess, but that’s a telling shade of red you’re turning right now. I must have guessed right.”
There was no point in trying to lie to Taehyung, so Namjoon just nodded.
“Jin-hyung’s a tease, Namjoon-hyung. And he’s good at it. Just make sure you get him back later. I… happen to know he likes to be teased just about as much as he likes doing the teasing.”
“How do you know that?” Namjoon asked, eyebrows raised.
“I know things, hyung. Don’t make me cite my sources.”
Namjoon opened his mouth to ask anyway, but he was interrupted by Jimin tumbling into the room, skin slicked with sweat. Taehyung gave Namjoon a short nod and went off to help Jimin dry off enough to change clothes, and Namjoon was left alone again. The conversation with Taehyung had given him enough time that he wouldn’t embarrass himself on stage, so he fixed his collar in the mirror before heading towards the stage to be ready for the second half of the concert.
The rest of the concert passed without incident, aside from Taehyung taking a flying leap at Jungkook and sending them both to the floor, and Namjoon almost felt normal as they took their final bows, waving to the crowd of fans. Jin was as exuberant as usual, waving with both hands and pulling Jimin closer to the audience so they could squeal over a fan’s handmade shirt that read “Mint Yoongi” with a picture of Yoongi’s face superimposed on a cone of green ice cream. It was a dumb pun, but admittedly right up Jin’s alley, and Namjoon wasn’t looking forward to the eye rolling sure to come from Yoongi when Jin used the new nickname.
They stumbled as a group offstage, and in the chaos of removing stage makeup, gathering belongings, and changing clothes, Namjoon lost sight of Jin. He didn’t find him again until they were ready to head out to the van and be shuttled to their new hotel, and he was unsurprised when Jin pulled him into the back row, and Taehyung caught his eye with a wink.
The ride to the hotel was not quiet, the post-performance energy still running through their veins. Taehyung and Hoseok seemed to be having a competition to see who could be louder as they recounted moments from the concert, with Jungkook chiming in much more quietly every once in a while. Yoongi and Jimin sat in the row in front of Namjoon and Jin, and Namjoon could see that Yoongi had a hand resting on the small of Jimin’s back as Jimin leaned forward to join in the conversation in the front.
He went to point it out to Jin, but when he turned to his left, Jin was staring at him intently. The words died on his tongue as he took in the hungry look Jin was giving him, and he shrank back instinctively. Jin didn’t follow, just kept looking at him, and Namjoon finally had no choice but to relax, unwilling to be tense for the whole car ride.
When Jin finally made a move, pulling his eyes away from Namjoon’s, it seemed innocent. He scooted lower in his seat, wiggling his hips to get into a better position. Then he leaned on to Namjoon’s shoulder and linked an arm through Namjoon’s. It was something he’d done tons of times before, settling in to have a nap on Namjoon as they traveled from place to place. Namjoon felt himself relax farther and allowed his attention to drift towards the voices coming from in front of them. It seemed that the conversation had taken a turn for the weird, because Taehyung and Hoseok were arguing over whether or not fortunes from fortune cookies had a time limit.
Namjoon was getting ready to chime in when he felt Jin stir. The grip on his arm disappeared and he looked down in time to see Jin’s hand move from its place on his bicep to the front of his pants. Jin’s fingers toyed with his zipper for a moment before slowly pulling it down. Namjoon jiggled his shoulder until Jin finally looked up at him, an innocent look plastered on his face. He widened his eyes and shook his head slightly, but Jin just smiled and brought his other hand to his face in a motion for Namjoon to stay quiet.
Jin’s hand slipped underneath Namjoon’s waistband, and Namjoon was made acutely aware that his pants really didn’t have enough room for both Jin’s hand and his rapidly hardening cock. Jin rearranged Namjoon, pulling his erection up for easier access. Once he was satisfied with the angle, Jin started to stroke agonizingly slowly up and down Namjoon’s length.
Namjoon absently wondered how in the world he had enough blood left in his body to blush as he felt heat rise to his cheeks. His flush only increased as Jin tilted his head back so that his lips were by Namjoon’s ear and began to whisper a stream of filth into his ear, describing what he wanted to do to Namjoon, and what he wanted Namjoon to do to him.
Namjoon’s mind ground to a halt as Jin’s pace increased. He knew he should be embarrassed to be getting a hand job in the back of a van with the other members so close, but he couldn’t bring himself to think about anything other than how good Jin’s fingers felt wrapped around him. He’d been on edge all day, and to finally have Jin’s hands on his skin instead of on his clothes drove him crazy in the best possible way. Jin was careful to keep his movements subtle enough that they wouldn’t be noticed, but that also meant that it was not enough for Namjoon to get off. Of course, that’s probably just how he wants it, Namjoon thought in a moment of clarity.
The ride seemed to last forever, and Namjoon was almost delirious with need by the time they arrived at the hotel. Jin tucked Namjoon’s cock back into his pants, where Namjoon could feel it straining against his zipper. As Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jungkook opened the doors and started to climb out, Jin unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over Namjoon, speaking too loudly, clearly trying to make sure the others heard him.
“Joonie, we’re here. You have to wake up now.”
After a moment of confusion, some of the fog in his mind cleared and Namjoon realized what Jin was doing. He could probably pass as sleepy instead of incredibly turned on, and as Jin helped him climb out of the van, he allowed his eyes to close slightly to keep up the pretense. Jin pulled both of their bags out of the trunk and put his backpack on his back, slinging Namjoon’s bag across his shoulders.
Namjoon let himself be led into the hotel. He was vaguely aware of Jin whispering to Yoongi and room keys exchanging hands, but he was too out of it to be embarrassed about the smirk that Yoongi sent in his direction, or about the once-over glance Yoongi gave him and thumbs up he gave Jin.
The elevator ride up felt like a million years long, and Namjoon pressed his face into the crook of Jin’s neck as he stood behind him, hoping that it looked like he was tired. Their room was on the 8th floor, and once Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung, Hobi, Jungkook, and the managers had gotten off on the lower floors, Namjoon gave in to the desire to press himself against Jin. He didn’t move his face from where it rested on Jin, but his hands moved to Jin’s hips and pulled them back against him. The pressure was soft, but it still provided some much-needed relief to his achingly hard cock. Jin ground back against him slowly and brought one hand up to run through his hair, fingers tangling in the hairsprayed strands.
When the ding of the elevator arriving on their floor sounded, Jin pulled Namjoon down the hallway by his wrist, fumbling with the key for just a moment before the light turned green and he flung open the door. He stepped inside, bringing Namjoon with him, tossed their bags to the floor, and pushed Namjoon on to one of the double beds.
Jin wasted no time in pulling Namjoon’s clothes off, and Namjoon tried to take Jin’s off, but after he fumbled with the button on Jin’s pants for a moment, Jin huffed softly and unbuttoned it himself, shimmying out of his jeans and tossing them to the floor. In no time at all, they were down to their underwear, and Namjoon could see a tiny wet patch on the front of Jin’s briefs where the head of his cock rested.
He didn’t get long to admire the outline or the bruises above his waistband because Jin shoved him back down and kissed him. It was sloppy and open-mouthed, tongues meeting as Jin climbed to straddle his hips. It was reminiscent of how Namjoon’s day had begun, but with much less clothing, and the slight pressure had Namjoon immediately on the edge.
“Jin, I’m close,” he warned, and Jin beamed.
“Good. I’ll be honest, with the amount of teasing I’ve been doing all day, I’m surprised you didn’t just come in your pants.”
Namjoon opened his mouth to scold Jin, but he started kissing down the line of Namjoon’s neck, and Namjoon was a little distracted.
Jin traveled farther down, concentrating for a moment on the sensitive skin around Namjoon’s belly button before pushing the waistband of Namjoon’s underwear down. Namjoon lifted his hips to help, and Jin slid the clothing off of Namjoon and on to the floor.
Namjoon’s cock was an angry red, and Jin stared at it in the same way he took in works of art. His eyes half-closed and he tilted his head to the side, his nose tipping up slightly. Namjoon was just about to beg Jin to do something, anything when Jin poked his tongue out and licked a long stripe up his length. A gasp escaped Namjoon and his fingers clenched in the bed’s comforter, and Jin gave him a wry smile.
“You’re so hard for me, Joonie.” Jin said before he parted his lips and sucked Namjoon’s head into his mouth. The wet heat of Jin’s mouth felt amazing, and Namjoon’s hands flew down to tangle in Jin’s hair. He started to move, sucking Namjoon down as far as he could before pulling back up, one of his hands gripping what he couldn’t get into his mouth.
Namjoon’s only thought was JinJinJinJinJin, which he didn’t realize that he was saying out loud until Jin pulled off of him and pushed himself up to plant a kiss on Namjoon’s lips. He found himself muffled and the sound was replaced with a whine that he was surprised to hear coming from his own throat. When Jin moved back down and took his cock back into his mouth, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
Jin swirled his tongue around the tip and it was all over for Namjoon. His eyes slammed shut and stars burst behind his eyelids. He felt like he came forever, like his body was making up for all the times he hadn’t found release earlier during the day, and Jin swallowed it all down, still stroking him until oversensitivity made him push lightly at Jin’s shoulders.
Jin wiped a hand across his mouth and grinned before pinning Namjoon down with another kiss. Namjoon could feel Jin’s cock still heavy between them, and through the post-orgasm haze, Taehyung’s words came back to him.
“Jinnie,” he said as he gently separated their lips. “You’ve been mean to me today.”
“I promised you some fun, didn’t I? And you can’t deny how good that was just now. I don’t think you’ve ever come that hard.”
“You did promise that,” Namjoon admitted. “But you know,” he said as he reached down to wrap his fingers around Jin, thumb passing over his slit, “I think it’s your turn for some fun. After all,” Namjoon switched to English. “Turnabout’s fair play.”
Jin let out a moan, and Namjoon started to slowly move his hand up and down Jin’s length, spreading the precome that was gathering at the tip to ease the glide.
“Keep speaking English,” Jin said, and he let out another moan as Namjoon pressed his other hand into the bruises on Jin’s hips.
“Does it turn you on, when you don’t know what I’m saying, Jin? When I tell you how much I want to fuck you, how good you’ll feel around me?”
Jin’s eyes fluttered shut, and Namjoon picked up his pace. Switching back to Korean, he asked “Are you close, Jin?”
Jin nodded, the movement of his head jerky, and Namjoon loosened his grip, pulling his hand off of Jin’s cock and moving it to his hip. Jin whined in protest and his eyes shot open, widening as he looked at Namjoon.
“You’ve been teasing me all day, hyung. Do you know how bad I wanted to just take you, bend you over a chair or a counter and fuck you until you couldn’t walk?” In English again, “You’re too fucking good, Jin. It was so hard to resist you.”
Jin’s hips thrust up slightly, searching for the friction Namjoon was no longer providing, and another whine escaped him.
“I think I’m going to make you wait to come, Jinnie. I don’t want you to come until I say so. Is that okay?”
Jin hesitated, and Namjoon thought for a second that he had misunderstood Taehyung’s hint, but then Jin nodded vigorously, and Namjoon let out a tiny sigh of relief before continuing
“I need you to use your words, love. I want to make sure you’re okay with this.”
“Yes, Joon, fuck yes. I’ll be good. I won’t come until you tell me, but I need you to fuck me. I need you inside me soon. Don’t take too long, okay?”
Stringing together the sentences seemed to drain Jin of energy, and he closed his eyes again, his hips still thrusting up slowly. Namjoon placed a soft kiss on his lips before wrapping his fingers around Jin again and continuing, stroking slower than before.
At first Jin was quiet, but when Namjoon started moving faster, soft moans began to drop from his lips, along with his name, Jin switching from Namjoon to Joonie to Joon-ah to Joon and back every few seconds. More precome spilled from his tip, and Namjoon leaned down to lap at it with his tongue. When he did, Jin’s hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him off of his cock.
“Too close, Joonie,” he panted.
“Good job, love,” Namjoon said softly, and a shiver seemed to run through Jin. Namjoon kissed him, slowly, languidly, tugging lightly at his plush lips while he waited for Jin to calm down. After a few moments, Jin let go of Namjoon’s wrist. His breathing evened out, and Namjoon trailed his kisses down past Jin’s stomach, stopping when he got to Jin’s cock. He tongued lazily at Jin’s tip until he felt Jin’s fingers card through his hair. At that, he began to suck Jin off in earnest. He swirled his tongue around Jin’s length, paying special attention to the vein that ran up the underside. He focused on suppressing his gag reflex and took Jin in as far as he could, feeling Jin hit the back of his throat. When he swallowed around Jin, the fingers in his hair tightened, and he pulled off to find Jin’s eyes screwed up in concentration.
It took Jin almost two full minutes of shallow breaths before he was able to calm down. When he finally opened his eyes, Namjoon pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“You’re doing so good for me, Jinnie. Are you still okay?”
“Yeah. I don’t think I can take too many more, Joonie.”
“Okay, love. Can you stay here while I go get something?”
Jin nodded, so Namjoon stood up and crossed the room to where Jin had tossed their bags. He rummaged around in his bag for a moment, finally coming across what he was looking for. He carried it back to the bed, where Jin was following his actions with his eyes, though they were unfocused and distant. When he was able to focus on Namjoon’s face, he pressed another kiss to his forehead and gently raised Jin’s arms over his head.
The feeling of the silk necktie wrapping around his wrists seemed to bring Jin back to the present. His eyes widened, and Namjoon couldn’t help but notice that his cock gave a tiny twitch.
“Can I tie you up, Jin? Just your wrists, so you can’t touch me.”
Jin nodded, but when Namjoon raised his eyebrows, he whispered “yes, Joonie. Do it.”
Namjoon looped the silk between Jin’s wrists and tied it off. It was a loose knot, and he hadn’t anchored it to anything, so Jin could move his hands whenever he wanted, but Jin had expressed interest in being tied up before, and it seemed like a perfect opportunity.
Once the knot was in place, Namjoon straddled Jin’s hips, resting on his thighs. The sight of Jin spread in front of him, hands tied above his head, had him back to full hardness, so he lined up their lengths and started to roll his hips slowly.
A soft gasp escaped Jin, and Namjoon could see his internal struggle to not move his hands. Hoping to stabilize him, Namjoon ran his hands gently up and down his side. This elicited a low moan from Jin, so Namjoon did it again. He started to roll his hips down harder, the slide of their cocks against each other making Namjoon shudder in pleasure.
Jin didn’t last as long this time, freezing up under Namjoon and letting out an absolutely broken sounding whine. Namjoon used his thighs to push himself up to his knees, where he dismounted from Jin and used the few moments it took him to calm down to retrieve a bottle of lube and a box of condoms from an inside pocket of Jin’s backpack. It wasn’t their first time having sex in a hotel room, and Jin tended to be prepared in everything.
“Are you ready for me to fuck you, Jinnie?”
“God, please, yes, Namjoon. I need you so bad. I wasn’t sure I could stop it that last time.”
Namjoon wasted no time in untying Jin’s wrists, tossing the tie towards their bags, and Jin’s hands flew up to caress Namjoon’s cheeks. He pulled him down into a kiss, lips pressing desperately against Namjoon’s. In between kisses, Namjoon clicked open the bottle of lube, spreading some onto his fingers. He wanted to take his time stretching Jin out, but Jin begged him to hurry, wiggling his hips to try to fuck himself on Namjoon’s fingers. When Namjoon found Jin’s prostate, he moaned out Namjoon’s name, and Namjoon couldn’t wait any longer.
He rolled the condom on and gently pushed Jin’s legs towards his chest. He lined himself up with Jin’s entrance and slowly pushed in. Despite their preparation, the stretch was still rough on Jin, so Namjoon kissed and stroked him through it until he bottomed out, both breathing hard. He didn’t move, letting Jin adjust, and after a few moments, Jin gave the okay to start moving.
Namjoon started slowly, but Jin felt so good around him that he couldn’t keep the slow rhythm for long. His thrusts sped up, drawing a moan from Jin, and a slight position adjustment on Namjoon’s part had him making contact with Jin’s prostate. Jin’s moans got louder, the sounds making Namjoon’s cock twitch.
Namjoon knew that neither of them would last long after a day of teasing, but it still surprised him how quickly his orgasm came up on him. He leaned forward to catch Jin’s lips, trying desperately to ground himself as lightning flashed through his body. When Jin felt him spill into the condom, it tilted him over the edge, and he came hard, white splattering over his stomach as he gasped.
Jin’s eyes were unfocused when Namjoon came back from his orgasm, so he peppered his cheeks with kisses until Jin came back to himself.
“I love you, Jinnie. Are you good?”
“Amazing, Namjoonie, just a little fucked out. I love you too.”
They laid there together until Namjoon softened fully and Jin’s come began to dry on his chest. Namjoon tied off the condom and Jin turned on the shower. Unlike the quick shower they’d had in the morning, they took their time, cleaning each other up gently and kissing until their fingers had turned wrinkly and they finally decided they had to get out to go to bed.
Jin dressed himself in one of Namjoon’s shirts and soft pajama pants, which Jin produced from his own suitcase. When he caught Namjoon staring at him, he sighed fondly and switched to rummaging through Namjoon’s bag. When he found one of his own shirts, he tossed it to Namjoon, muttering that he “knew Namjoon had that shirt, it had disappeared in the last load of laundry.” Namjoon couldn’t bring himself to feel embarrassed, instead pulling Jin by the waist back to bed.
Namjoon rested his head on Jin’s chest, listening to his heartbeat as it slowed. A gentle hand carded through his hair as he felt his breathing even out. Before they drifted off to sleep, he said softly “Jin?”
“Yes, Joon-ah?”
“Today was great.”
“Mhmm.”
“Never do that again.”
“I don’t usually make promises I can’t keep, Joonie.”
“Okay, then don’t do that again anytime soon. I need to recover.”
“That, I can do, Joonie. I love you.”
“I love you too, Jinnie.”
The next morning, Namjoon and Jin moved slowly, exhausted from the previous night’s activities. Namjoon had been a little worried about how Yoongi was going to react, since he had a vague memory of Jin talking to him during the trip from the van into the hotel the night before, but he didn’t need to worry.
When they arrived at breakfast, Jimin was sitting almost in Yoongi’s lap, and Yoongi couldn’t take his eyes off of him. When Taehyung asked Yoongi to pass the salt, Namjoon caught a glimpse of Yoongi’s pale stomach as his shirt rode up. A cluster of tiny bruises that looked a lot like the ones on Jin adorned his skin, and when Yoongi sat back down, Namjoon couldn’t hide his grin. He caught Yoongi’s eye, and Yoongi gave him a similar grin.
Not a word, they agreed silently, and turned back to the group, where Jimin was talking animatedly to Hoseok, and Jin was trying to sneak more food on to Taehyung’s and Jungkook’s plates. As Namjoon let the chatter settle around him, a hand landed on his thigh. Instead of a repeat of the day before, though, Jin just gave a soft squeeze before letting go.
Love you, Joon.
Love you too, Jin.