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"Joonie, wait!"
Namjoon stops immediately at Seokjin's demand, looking up at him questioningly. Did he do something wrong? Did he misread the situation? Seokjin seemed fine until now, but he's now hiding his face with one hand, the other clutching at Namjoon's shoulder. His nails are long enough that they dig a little in the skin of it, and despite his worry a part of Namjoon's brain notices that he enjoys it. Damn, can't that little bitch stop being horny for a second?
"Is something wrong, hyung?" Namjoon says, taking his hands off Seokjin's, where they'd been grabbing at the hem of his shirt, to cup his face instead. "Please, tell me if I did something you dislike."
Seokjin slowly drops his hand, letting it fall on Namjoon's other shoulder instead. He plays nervously with the hair on his nape, tugging on the strands with just a hint of too much (Very nice as well, Namjoon's brain comments. Traitor.). His cheeks are flaming and Namjoon knows him well enough that he knows it's not only about the heat of the moment.
"Talk to me, hyung. Please?"
Seokjin looks clearly torn, biting his bottom lip nervously, his fingers now twisting nervously where they're linked behind Namjoon's neck. His eyes fall on Namjoon's chest and he gets redder, in a way Namjoon had no idea was possible. The blush spreads gently down his neck, his chest, continues where the skin is hidden by his shirt.
"Hyung?"
Seokjin tips slightly in Namjoon's direction, just enough to connect their lips together. A sweet soft moan escape him and though Namjoon is still worried he lets himself get lost in the kiss, the weight of Seokjin on top of him, the feeling of his fingers clutching once again on his makes shoulders. He wraps his arms around Seokjin's waist, light. He doesn't try to slips his hands under his shirt again.
Seokjin breaks the kiss to press his lips against Namjoon's jaw, his neck. He hides his face there, pressing their chests closely together and mumbles something so quietly Namjoon doesn't catch a thing.
"You know we don't have to do anything, right?" Namjoon says softly. "Not now, not ever. I just need you to talk to me please."
Seokjin's words are still inaudible, spoken in the skin of Namjoon's neck.
"I can't hear you hyung," Namjoon says gently.
Seokjin rises up so quickly he almost lost balance. His face is even redder than before. "I'm shy!" He half yells at him. "I want to do that, but I'm shy. About…" Now it seems his determination left him because he halts and digs his thumbs in the sides of Namjoon's neck unconsciously. He looks down at their lap. "About you seeing my body." He finishes quickly.
Saying that Namjoon is baffled is an understatement; not only Seokjin is, undoubtedly, the most gorgeous person on earth but he's also known for his impressive self-confidence. There's literally nothing that could have given Namjoon a hint that he would be embarrassed at the idea of showing his body.
For a second he stays silent because the simple idea is so incredible but he wraps himself around Seokjin immediately after, kissing his cheeks sweetly. "You don't have to show me then, it's okay!" He kisses his mouth, his nose, his cheekbones until Seokjin laughs quietly. "I don't want you to feel pressured to do anything. We can just stop here."
"No!" Seokjin protests, leaning out of Namjoon's reach slightly. "I want to… I want to show you. I'm just embarrassed." He squirms a little on top of Namjoon and it reminds him suddenly about their position, that Seokjin is on his lap, and their bodies so intimately touching despite the layers of clothes. He wasn't embarrassed by his own naked chest but he understands Seokjin because the need to hide suddenly washes over him.
"Do you want me to close my eyes?" Namjoon suggests. Seokjin hesitates but nods, cheeks flaming once again. "Alright." He closes his eyes, placing his hands on Seokjin's thighs instead to avoid any unwilling skin-on-skin contact. They'll get to it when Seokjin is ready.
Seokjin moves on top of him, hesitating for a minute before the sound of fabric suggests that he's taken his top off finally. All his moving make his thighs shift under Namjoon's hands, against his own thighs and his temporary blindness makes the feeling almost too much. The sound of fabric hitting the bed on his right side makes his head spin. His fingers flex involuntarily.
Seokjin takes a deep breath and knots his hands behind Namjoon's neck again. "Can you… Can you touch me? Don't look just yet though. Please."
Namjoon's brain goes wild, thinking about other situations in which Seokjin would says please so sweetly, how he could make that hint of neediness he hears already so much obvious.
His hands leave the safe haven of Seokjin's thighs, the rough fabric of his jeans to brushes up his back, up up up until he reaches his shoulders, hooking his hands around them. Seokjin shivers under his touch. "Alright?" He asks. Seokjin jumps a little.
"Yeah, yes." Namjoon hears him swallow. "You can… You can continue." Seokjin arches his back when he scratches lightly on his skin, just a hint of tentative pressure to test the water. A surprised, pleased sound leaves Seokjin's mouth. He bends to kiss Namjoon just as he finally, finally wraps his hands around his waist. It might be the fact that he's relying only on touches without seeing him but it seems impossibly tiny, almost as if his two hands could totally encircle it.
Seokjin kisses more insistently than he's ever done, with a heat that's almost despair; a heat that makes Namjoon thinks he kisses to get over his nerves. Seokjin clutches harder at his shoulders, so hard that it brings their naked chests together for the first time. He bites Namjoon's lip in surprise and Namjoon moans in his mouth in answer, his hands leaving his hips to wrap around him, flush their bodies more closely. Seokjin is moving on top of him, rutting unconsciously and though Namjoon would love nothing more than move too he contains himself, unsure of Seokjin's reaction.
"You can look," Seokjin says when he breaks the kiss, hiding his face in Namjoon's neck once again. In this position (Wrapped around each other, Seokjin's head resting on his shoulder.) He can't see much of him but what he sees still leaves him breathless.
"So pretty, hyung," He whispers reverently, amazed at the fact that he can see his own hands running on the skin of Seokjin's back. "You're the prettiest person on earth." Seokjin bites the juncture of his neck and shoulder to juggle a moan but the way his hips twitch harder betray his pleasure. Namjoon rakes his nails harder against his skin again and Seokjin thrashes a little, keeping his hips pressed against Namjoon's lower belly for a second (And fuck, Namjoon knew Seokjin is hard but now he's feeling it and he thinks that might be his most erotic experience yet.).
"Wish I could see all of you, hyung," Namjoon says, his hands returning to his waist on instinct. Seokjin squirms lightly when he passes his ribs and Namjoon notes to explore whether Seokjin is ticklish or very sensitive. "'Know you look so good… So beautiful." He fits one hand between their bodies, pressing his full palm against Seokjin's tummy. The skin of it is soft to the touch but he feels the muscles working underneath, the abs he's been dreaming about so much since he'd heard the other guys teasing Seokjin about them. The muscles are working harder and harder following Seokjin's always more forceful grinding. Namjoon wants nothing more than to be able to leave little bites on them.
"I don't even need to see you, right?" He continues, noticing how the sound of his voice seems to get Seokjin more worked up. "Just feeling you like this already makes me the luckiest guy ever. You're so soft, hyung," His right hand leaves his abs to travel up to his chest, finally, the pad of his thumb catching on one of Seokjin's nipples. His other hand still hasn't left his waist, like it's glued there. If Namjoon is totally honest he has to say he kind of wish it was the case. "You sound so pretty, so good for me." Seokjin's teeth release the skin of Namjoon's neck just in cue. Namjoon can tell he's trying to keep his noises inside but he's panting audibly, needy little moans spilling from his mouth from time to time.
"Can I see you, hyung?" Seokjin shakes his head while he leans back, his face leaving its hiding place. They finally look at each other and the sight is almost enough to make Namjoon forget about his self-restraint. Seokjin looks more flushed than he's ever seen him, mouth hanging up and eyes unfocused. He lifts a hand to his chest, seemingly to hide himself, and thinks better of it when his action attracts Namjoon's eyes.
Namjoon knows perspective is playing a role in all of this but Seokjin's shoulders, his chest look so large his damn waist looks almost nonexistent and Namjoon can imagine the way his hips, currently hidden by his dark jeans, look underneath. He promises himself he'll kiss every part of Seokjin's body he's allowed to touch the next time they get in that particular situation; right now Seokjin is too far gone and too pretty to imagine moving him away.
"Joon-ah?" Seokjin calls, the sweetest question Namjoon has ever heard. He kisses him quickly to stop himself from doing something stupid, like propose.
"Hyung," He answers once he's freed Seokjin's bottom lip from between his teeth. "Want to see you come."
"Oh," Seokjin chokes. Namjoon sees it this time, the blush that slowly spreads on his chest. He follows it with his finger, laughs when his thumb settles on his nipple once again and Seokjin groans.
"So pretty, so beautiful," He says, bending to kiss what he can of Seokjin's chest. It's not a lot but it's still that, it still gives him the opportunity to sink his teeth in the skin above his collarbone. Seokjin moans again, loud and clear. He presses his forehead to Seokjin's and with his right hand push their lower bodies together, encouraging Seokjin to rut harder against him. "Come on, show me," He says, his eyes focused on Seokjin's face.
Seokjin's hips stutter to an halt and he presses himself almost painfully hard against Namjoon's belly, releasing one last, long moan. Namjoon helps him gets down his high by kissing him slowly, his hands splayed against his lower back, pinky fingers slipping under his waistband. "Thank you," He murmurs between sweet kisses, "Thank you for letting me see you like this. I'm so privileged, thank you so much." Seokjin's laugh is airy, exhausted.
"Thank you for being patient with me," He says back. It might be an after effect of his orgasm but Namjoon would swear he looks in love. "Thank you for not pushing with my boundaries."
Namjoon doesn't if it's an effect of the orgasm, but he for sure feels like he's in love. "I would never, hyung. I'm so happy you trusted me like that."
"I'm happy I trusted you," Seokjin admits with an embarrassed smile. He kisses Namjoon to hide the blush that's raising to his ears again. "I think I'm not as embarrassed anymore, now." Namjoon realises with a jolt that he might get the opportunity to mark up that pretty waist way earlier than he originally thought.