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“Guys! I’m gonna go, got someone waiting for me.” Jeongguk’s smile is wide as he approaches his two best friends, the elders looking at him with amused looks on their faces.
“Okay, be safe,” Seokjin chortles, Hoseok humming in agreement as the youngest of the trio heads out of the bustling nightclub, turning to wave to his friends just before disappearing into the nighttime.
The two remaining dance together after their friend leaves, just getting lost in the music, feeling the alcohol flow through their veins as they loosened up. They’re close, not minding the proximity of each other as they just wanted to let go, to forget about life for a second, and just have fun with each other.
“I’m getting another drink, you want one?” Seokjin yells over the loud music. Hoseok just shakes his head, and the elder heads off, worming through the crowd to make his way to the bar.
He gets his usual drink, taking sips of the fruity alcohol mix as his elbows rest on the bar, body slanted with the way he’s leaning on the counter for support. He’s scanning the bustling nightclub, analyzing the different crowds moving around him, deciphering potential life stories from mere appearances and drunken actions.
“Hey handsome,” a voice from right behind him speaks up, and Seokjin has to fight the urge to roll his eyes. He turns his head to greet the owner, coming face to face with possibly one of the most handsome men he’s ever seen in his entire life. He was tall, tanned skin akin to a beautiful honey toned glaze, dark brown locks falling just over his eyes. His eyes were crescent shaped as his cheeks bunched up, a closed lipped smile that somehow suited him spread on his face, deep indentations forming in both of his cheeks. Seokjin has to restrain himself from poking them- dimples have always been his weakness.
“Ah, let me guess,” Seokjin shoots a smug grin the stranger’s way as he sets his glass down on the cool, slightly sticky surface of the bar, “you saw me, the most gorgeous man in this entire club, all alone, and you thought, ‘wow, he’s too pretty to be alone. Wonder if he’s looking for someone to take home tonight?’ So then you and your little pathetic behind decided to come to me, hoping that your assumption was correct and that you would be said person?” Seokjin’s eyes are on the man now, gaze lingering on his body, lurking up and down. He laughs a little as his head turns back to where it was seconds ago, fingers wrapping around the glass and he brings the drink to his lips, taking another sip. “No thanks, I have standards,” he says.
“Is it weird to say that I just got hard from that?” Seokjin has to pause mid-sip to will himself to not laugh once again, his eyes trailing down the stranger’s body. But of course, he lets out a sound equivalent of a snort upon seeing the obvious outline on the man’s jeans.
“Just when I thought you couldn’t become any more of a pig.” That’s when Seokjin decides to take a good look at the stranger. He wasn’t gonna lie- the man was very attractive, and it had been quite a long while since he'd had any action- not since he and his last ex broke up months ago. So if there was someone willing, well, he wasn’t about to waste a perfectly good opportunity.
“What can I say, I like a man who can take charge.” There’s a smug grin on the elder’s face, and the two lock eyes. There’s a glint in the stranger’s eyes, a hint of lust and desire, and Seokjin can read his mind just from the way his eyes trail down slowly.
Seokjin knows he looks good tonight- he’s wearing a loose, black satin button up with the top few buttons left open, his smooth and toned chest exposed for anyone to sneak a glance. His pants are rather comfortable but tight, clinging to his muscular legs and hugging his ass in a way that makes it even more tantalizingly delectable than it actually was. Dangling from his ears are short chains of silver, golden rings hugging his helixes. There’s light brown smudges on his eyelids, a smoky tease that made his chocolate eyes enticing and sultry at first glance.
So yeah, Seokjin knows he looked good.
“Yeah?” He smirked, their eyes meeting once again. This time, Seokjin could see the glint of lust and desire in the man’s eyes, a look he’s no stranger to. He’s constantly being hit on, his looks and features always turning heads whenever he walks into a room. Women attracted to him like magnets, straight men were always telling him how jealous they were of his looks; on the contrary, gay men were always telling him how jealous they were of women for having a chance with such a fine piece of ass like him.
That had always made Seokjin chuckle. Little did they know …
“Mhmm,” the nameless man hummed in approval, a slight nod paired with a flick of the brow just adding onto the smug look on his face. After a few, but intensely long seconds of eye contact, Seokjin speaks first, breaking the silence.
“Are you gonna just stand there and eye-fuck me or are you gonna buy me a drink?”
“Demanding, aren’t we?” The handsome man asked with a smirk, flagging down the bartender and ordering a drink for Seokjin.
“Thought that’s what you liked, doll .” The pet name oozed from Seokjin’s lips as his voice dropped into its sultrier state, and the man doesn’t miss the way the other’s cheeks tinted pink at the name.
But of course, the nameless man wasn’t going to go down that easily.
“And what’s your name by the way, or should I just call you mine?”
Seokjin laughed softly, shaking his head at the cheesy line. Still, he wasn’t going to lie- the fluttering that occurred in his stomach was definitely a result of the alcohol.
“Seokjin. Yours?”
“Namjoon.”
The drink Namjoon ordered for Seokjin appears in front of the two, and they fall easily into conversation.
Seokjin is fascinated by Namjoon. He’s intrigued when he finds out he could speak English, and spent two years in England for a study abroad program. When realizing ‘study abroad’ meant the man went to university, he inquired about his studies, and learned that Namjoon goes to Seoul National University just like him, and was studying business. That's when Seokjin asks why he had never seen the other on campus and the brunette sheepishly admits he spends most of his time either in the library when he’s in between classes, but he doesn’t really stay on campus for longer than he needs to.
Namjoon learns that Seokjin is in pursuit of his Doctorate’s in the medical field, striving to become one of the best doctors on the planet. He knew that was a long shot though, so he’ll settle for just South Korea. Namjoon had laughed at that, his dimples digging deep in his cheeks as his smile grew so wide Seokjin swore he saw one of those cheesy television sitcom glimmers.
Hoseok came over about twenty minutes into their conversation, whispering to Seokjin that he was going to head home, since he was getting tired, and to have fun and be safe as he pulls the elder in for a quick hug. When Hoseok pulls away and winks at Seokjin, he laughs at the way the elder’s ears turned a bright red and narrowly avoided getting slapped by him, blowing a playful kiss as he walked out of the club. Namjoon watched the two in amusement, being reminded of his own friends.
“Sorry about that, Hoseokah is a handful sometimes,” Seokjin laughed.
“Oh, I know exactly the type,” Namjoon grinned.
They stay at the bar for a little while longer, words turning into teases, ghosting fingers turning into frequent touches, eyes lingering for longer periods each time they meet.
It’s clear that with the more alcohol the two consume, the more restless they become. Seokjin’s hand is firmly planted on Namjoon’s thigh now, the touch of his fingertips just barely ghosting over the younger’s crotch. Namjoon’s squirming in his seat, unrestrained leg bouncing in a futile attempt to hide the growing chub of his erection. He knows Seokjin can see it, can feel his need , the smugness creeping into his expression only spurring Namjoon on more.
After about an half hour of conversing and a few more drinks later, he’s finally had enough. Namjoon leans in, his hot breath fanning over Seokjin’s ear, sending chills down his spine.
“It’s a little loud in here, do you wanna get out of here?”
It didn’t take a genius to figure out the true implications behind Namjoon’s words, but Seokjin wasn’t about to argue, not when the same exact question had been on his mind for a while now.
“Yeah, let’s go to my place. It’s close.” When Namjoon pulls away and their eyes meet again, it's different this time. This time, there’s a sinful, lust-filled, desiring glow to the both of them, both their minds wandering further and further with each passing second.
The walk back to Seokjin’s place was silent, the tension between the two loud enough to fill it. The lingering glances, eager hands, twitching fingers that are just itching to feel the heat of skin beneath them do all of the speaking for them- and it’s loud, louder than the whirs of passing engines and the voices of nameless people surrounding them. They’re not being subtle about where their minds are wandering, not when Namjoon has a hand on Seokjin’s lower back, close enough for his fingers to just barely breach the hem of his jacket. Not when Seokjin shifts closer to Namjoon with each step forward, lean body practically pressed up against Namjoon’s muscular one.
As soon as they’re inside, Seokjin pulls Namjoon in with a hand on his nape, instantly connecting their lips together without a second thought. Their tongues are dancing with each other’s, mouths swallowing each other’s gasps and moans. The arousal in the air is evident, hard cocks rubbing against each other as the two grind their hips together, the friction of their crotches providing a delicious rush to their guts.
Seokjin wastes no time in ridding Namjoon of his shirt, eyes drinking in the sight of toned abs and firm pecs. The black ink that paints the younger’s skin curls around his torso, wrapping around his arms and trailing up his neck. They’re intricate designs, fiery animals and broken skulls amongst the variety of artwork. He drinks in the delicious sight, eyeing the various scars littered across Namjoon’s body.
“Jesus fuck, are you some kind of mobster or something?” Seokjin chuckled. He misses the flash of shock that momentarily comes across Namjoon’s face, eyes too busy roaming his body, but Namjoon just covers it up with a smirk, tongue licking at his bottom lip.
“Hmm, or maybe I just have a pain kink, who knows,” he half lied. Namjoon does in fact have a pain kink- however, that’s not the real reasoning behind his body scars.
Seokjin doesn't need to know that though.
“Oh… Shit,” Seokjin breathes out, reconnecting their lips together. He’s so unbelievably turned on, arousal coursing through his veins, a burning fire pooling deep inside him. Their tongues are dancing to the beat of passion, leading with the melody of arousal and the rhythm of their hips. It's like a movie scene, the way Seokjin falls on top of Namjoon who falls backwards onto the elder’s bed, the two never breaking the kiss. In fact, it just grows more heated and sloppy, soft, needy moans emitting from the both of them.
Seokjin’s hands find the front of Namjoon’s pants, unbuckling and tugging them off as best as he could while still kissing the younger. Namjoon helps him out a little, giggling as their teeth clash when Seokjin tugs at the jeans just a little too eagerly.
The sound makes Seokjin pause and stare momentarily, smiling at the younger.
“You’re actually kinda cute, you know,” he says, and he doesn’t miss the way Namjoon’s eyes softened.
“Only kinda?” Namjoon asked, a teasing smile on his face.
“You’re very cute,” Seokjin laughed breathlessly, pressing his lips against Namjoon’s once again. The kiss is a bit softer this time than the ones they’ve shared in the past twenty minutes, Namjoon’s arms going up to wrap around Seokjin’s neck, pulling the other closer to him. Their chests are pressed together so close that they could feel each breath the other is taking, and Seokjin feels himself go lax at the strangely domestic feeling, contentment and warmth seeping through him in contrast with his heavy arousal.
They keep kissing, both clearly itching for more than just the press of their lips together, but also making no real move to separate, enjoying the way they fit together like puzzle pieces, lips and tongues mapping each other’s to commit to memory.
Seokjin pulls away first, the younger chasing after him, a soft whine bubbling in his throat. Seokjin just laughs in a breath, and before Namjoon could blink, Seokjin’s hand flew up to Namjoon’s neck. Namjoon’s eyes went comically wide, staring into the other’s unblinking ones.
Seokjin smirks, tilting Namjoon’s head to the side, not breaking eye contact until the very last second. He lays a trail of kisses down the younger’s neck, each press of his lips growing firmer and firmer until a particular kiss had Namjoon letting out a breathless moan. Seokjin promptly bites down, the harsh sting of his teeth quickly soothed by the warmth of his tongue.
Namjoon’s a squirming, whimpering, beautiful mess under Seokjin already, his body itching for more, for Seokjin.
“Please,” he stutters out breathlessly, his fingers curling around Seokjin's shirt. He glanced down, his brain finally noticing that the elder was still fully clothed while Namjoon was laid on his bed bare .
Seokjin realizes that too, smirking as he hooks his finger under Namjoon’s chin to bring their eyes together.
“Please what, babyboy?”
Namjoon whines, his face flushing red. He tries to shy away in the crook of Seokjin’s neck, but the other’s grip on his jaw doesn't let him. He forces Namjoon to maintain eye contact, a playful smile on his face.
“Come on baby, use your words, or you’re not getting a single piece of me tonight.”
Namjoon actually shudders , the fiery arousal tingling through his body at Seokjin’s dominance becoming too much for him.
“I want you to, to…”
“To, to?” He mocks, fighting the giggle that was threatening to spill. With each passing second that Seokjin is teasing Namjoon, the poor gangster just gets more aroused, pre-cum dampening the front of his briefs. He lets out a needy whine, unable to do anything other than curl his fists around the fabric of Seokjin’s shirt.
“You poor thing, am I being too harsh on you? Pretty doll can’t even use his big brain anymore… What a shame, I was hoping to hear from you what you wanted me to do to you,” Seokjin relishes in the way Namjoon already looks fucked out from just his words, pleased with his responses, or lack thereof. He can't remember the last time he’s ever had a completely submissive partner to assert his full dominance over, and isn't gonna deny- he loves it. Especially when he has someone so big and buff like Namjoon at his mercy.
After a beat of silence, Namjoon finally speaks up.
“I want you to destroy me, please .” He’s stumbling over his words still, which makes Seokjin’s pride soar, a cheesy grin plastered on his face.
“As you wish, doll.”
Seokjin flips Namjoon over so that he’s on his stomach now, stripping him of the last article of clothing that was keeping Namjoon from being completely bare.
The elder starts to laugh in disbelief, eyes fixed on the glimmering butt plug currently nestled in the other.
“I should’ve guessed.”
“Hmm?”
“You seem like the kind that just always wants things up his ass.” The laugh that comes out of Namjoon is so out of place in the moment, but Seokjin cracks a small smile, noticing how cute it sounded. And when Namjoon turns his head to look at Seokjin, the elder feels his heart skip a beat for a moment, taking him by surprise. The feeling was too tender , too intimate for something so emotionally disconnected like a one night stand. But still, as he finds himself staring into Namjoon’s eyes, he couldn’t help the feeling of warmth that washed through his body, a different kind of warmth from the physical heat the two were sharing between their close bodies.
Must’ve had too much to drink, he thinks to himself. Namjoon looks at him with concern in his eyes, noticing the elder was a bit in his head. He snaps out of his headspace momentarily, unintentionally forcing Seokjin to straddle his lap as he sat the two of them up.
“Everything okay?” He asked. “Changing your mind about this? I mean, I won’t be mad if you did, I understand we were both a bit intoxicated when we started this but-”
Namjoon’s cut off with a pair of lips pressed against his, his body once tensed with anxiety relaxing under the weight of Seokjin’s.
“Sorry, just got lost in my head for a moment. Just thinking about how you’re just too beautiful, doll. Bet you’re gonna look even prettier when I make a mess of you,” Seokjin covers his little moment with ease, feeling triumphant when Namjoon lets out a low moan, his hips bucking up in search of friction against his achingly hard cock.
“Fucking hell, you’re gonna make come undone before you even fuck me.”
“Would that be such a bad thing, precious?” Seokjin purred, relishing in the way Namjoon let out a sound akin to a whine at the pet name. He made note of how easily affected Namjoon got when he called him names like that and his lips curled into a smirk, already planning on using the newfound information to his advantage.
Before Namjoon could respond, Seokjin flips the other over to their previous positions, planting a couple light smacks to his beautifully round ass, an action that had Namjoon letting out moans and rutting against the bed. Seokjin’s hands came down to still Namjoon’s hips, and the brunette let out another whine, trying to move but it was no use- Seokjin had an iron grip on him.
“Patience, sweetcheeks, you don’t want to finish yourself off so early, huh? Before I even get a chance to play with you?” The honey-like nature of Seokjin’s sultry, husky voice combined with the elder’s words draws a low moan out of Namjoon, and he shakes his head, so far gone in his mind that words became hard to push out.
“Tsk tsk, I thought good boys knew how to use their words. Aren’t you a good boy? Or perhaps I’ve found myself a naughty little plaything…”
Namjoon let out another moan, unable to contain himself more and more each passing second.
“Fuck, you were wearing this all day?” Seokjin’s unable to take his eyes off the plug as his hands find their way to Namjoon’s thighs, slowly working their way up to his ass, squeezing the muscle every inch of the way.
“Only, hmph, only after work-” Namjoon cuts himself off with yet another moan, gripping the sheets as Seokjin’s fingers wraps around the base, working the plug in and out of him. “Like being full- fuck,” Namjoon gasps, his back arching as the plug brushed against his prostate. He pushes back on Seokjin’s hand, moans spilling from his lips as he fucks himself back on the toy.
“Such a needy baby,” Seokjin coos, running his free hand up and down the tender skin on Namjoon’s back. He maps the curvature and the dimples of the younger’s back with his palm, planting soft, open-mouthed kisses on the tan, smooth skin. He wants to mark up the skin, to write history and leave purple traces of himself, but he didn’t know if Namjoon would want that, so the elder decides against it, instead settling for lightly nipping at the skin.
He thrusts the plug in and out, lewd moans and whimpers slipping from the younger’s lips. Namjoon’s going delirious with the sensation of the plug working in and out on him, working him open. He’s stuttering, clearly trying to get words out but he’s too lost in the pleasure, too lost in Seokjin , he can’t even form a single thought.
“What is it,” Seokjin smirks, “huh? What do you want, baby?”
“You, fuck.”
“Gonna have to be more specific, darling.”
“Your cock, fuck!”
Seokjin watches the way Namjoon’s puckered hole clenches around air when he pulls the plug out, his cock twitching in anticipation. He finds his stash of condoms easily and takes one, about to open it and put it on himself when Namjoon takes it from him. Seokjin looks at the younger confused, but the confusion quickly morphed to pleasure when the brunette opens the package and rolls the rubbery material on Seokjin, his warm hands creating a delicious friction that has Seokjin thrusting his hips forward.
Seokjin wastes no time the second the condom is secured, grabbing Namjoon by his waist and hoisting him further up the bed. The sudden manhandling pulls a yelp from Namjoon, quickly followed by a moan. Seokjin couldn't help but laugh- for such a big, buff guy, he sure did enjoy being treated like a little bitch .
The stretch is easy when Seokjin slides in, Namjoon’s face twisting in pleasure as Seokjin buries himself to the hilt. The elder begins to thrust deeply inside of him, giving the younger no time to adjust and fuck, Namjoon thinks, he’s so fucking big. They’re both moaning messes, whimpers and groans so loud Seokjin actually breathes out an apology to his neighbors.
His hips are unfaltering and his thrusts paced, building up a steady rhythm of his length pumping in and out of Namjoon.
“I won’t break, come on,” Namjoon grunts out, and that’s all it takes for Seokjin to start pounding into him, his hips moving at such a force that Namjoon knew he would feel it for weeks .
“Oh fuck, ” the brunette moans out, knuckles turning white with the grip that he had on the sheets. Seokjin was relentless with his thrusts, his hands holding the other’s waist so tight that Namjoon was certain he would have dark purple bruises the next morning.
When Namjoon’s moans get cut off with a sharp oh!, Seokjin knew he had found what he was looking for, and he adjusted the other’s position underneath him and flipped him onto his back. With one hand holding the man’s leg back and the other still on his waist, he aims for that spot repeatedly, feeling a sense of pride in the way Namjoon writhed underneath him, barely audible aside from the pants and broken moans spilling from his lips.
“Jin- fuck- oh god- harder! ” Namjoon is borderline sobbing at this point, wet streaks creating glistening lines down his face, abs clenching with the amount of pleasure building in him. Seokjin obliges his commands, snapping his hips harder and practically abusing Namjoon’s prostate like it was a punching bag.
Their lips reconnect, a messy slide of tongues and spit. They’re both close, so close, so Seokjin tightens his hold on Namjoon’s waist and just goes - his thrusts become more and more erratic and ah.
Thick strings of white spurt from Namjoon’s cock as he reached his climax, landing on both their stomachs. Seokjin wrapped his hand around the younger, milking him of every last drop as he chased his own orgasm. He came shortly after, stilling his hips and letting out breathless curses when he feels Namjoon tighten around him.
The two remained still for a moment, both processing what just happened and catching their breaths. Seokjin moves first, slowly slipping out which causes Namjoon to let out a soft whine as his body collapses onto the soft mattress underneath him. Seokjin laughs breathily, running his hands down the curve of Namjoon’s back languidly.
“You…”
“Me,” Seokjin says with another laugh, body shifting to lay down next to the trembling man. “You okay?” His voice has a hint of concern, the gangster unmoving other than the tremors that are seemingly running their course as they mute down into fleeting quivers.
“God, I think you like, broke my hip or something,” Namjoon finally responds after minutes.
“That was my goal, yeah.”
“Fuck,” The gangster breathlessly laughed.
The two fall into a comfortable silence, Seokjin’s hand firm but tender as it moves around Namjoon’s back, his massaging touch focused on the lower back.
Namjoon’s clearly reluctant as he crawls out of the warmth of the bed after a while of silence, tired, droopy eyes scanning the room for his discarded clothes when Seokjin’s gentle hand nudges him back down.
“Hey, I’m not cruel, lemme take care of you for a little, yeah? Just go to sleep.”
“Mkay,” was all Namjoon said before curling up into a ball and promptly knocking out, mouth open in a little ‘o’ as soft snores started to drift out. Seokjin watches him endearingly, a fond smile growing on his face. He decides to be quicker with the cleanup than usual, mostly because he was feeling the luring embrace of sleep himself, but partly because he was excited at the idea of curling up next to a warm body- specifically Namjoon’s body.
Once he’s satisfied with his work, he crawls back into the bed, tucking them both under his covers as he wraps a loose arm around the other; and before long, the combined snores of the two sleeping men filled the room.