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Namjoon was nervous, Seokjin could tell. It wasn’t hard to notice, at least for him anyway. He’s been together with the younger one for a bit now, and he basically knew Namjoon’s tells at this point. He couldn’t exactly blame him for being nervous. After all, it wasn’t everyday someone asked him to bottom when he’s always been a top. 

Don’t get him wrong, Seokjin loved bottoming, especially with someone who has a massive cock like his boyfriend. Namjoon fucks him so well that every time the younger one thrust into him, Seokjin could see stars. It was both an honor and a privilege to be fucked by Namjoon and his humongous cock.

But… there’s just… something that Seokjin wanted to try. 

Seokjin didn’t really have any particular preference on being on top or the one getting his back blown, either way he was going to feel good. And when they first had sex, Seokjin was feeling like he wanted his ass wrecked, and with tasting Namjoon’s heavenly dick piercing his hole, he didn’t really mind bottoming for his cute, giant boyfriend. He guessed Namjoon thought that he preferred bottoming that it just kind of stuck between them.

But still. Something in Seokjin just wanted to see Namjoon getting fucked. Preferably by him. Especially by him.

At first, he didn’t really mind forever bottoming for Namjoon and his big, fat, cock. But one day, when he cooked Namjoon some kalguksu after his darling just finished a big project, Namjoon took a bite and released a moan so scandalous and beautiful that the only thoughts in Seokjin’s head were, “Damn, let me hear that again.”

Then the boy proceeded to eat with pleased hums as he finished the knife noodles, telling Seokjin a soft but heartfelt, “Thank you hyungie.”

Seokjin did try to hear it again. From buying him his favorite pastries, to giving him back rubs and even sucking his dick. Yes, he did moan, but Namjoon has never repeated that same tone and it was making him bonkers.

So Seokjin decided to put his foot down and chose the best way to hear it again.

He knew he should have expected that Namjoon would look at him like he grew two more heads. He could remember his expression, his confusion while asking him, “Aren’t you a bottom, hyung? I thought that was what you preferred.”

For Namjoon’s dick? Yes. But, hearing Namjoon wrecked beyond belief? He’ll be the top daddy to end all top daddies. 

It took a while to convince Namjoon that he did in fact like being on top as well, and that he could also fuck Namjoon into the oblivion just like the way he did. Maybe even better. Hey, his dick might not be as generously big like his boyfriend’s, but Seokjin could still use his, and he could use it well .

Namjoon looked to be deep in thought, and Seokjin could see that he was having a silent war within himself. Namjoon would like to think that he was unreadable, but just one look at his eyes and Seokjin knew the turbulent thoughts running through his head. 

Did Seokjin know what those thoughts were? No, but Namjoon looked cute, so he’ll let the younger man think of whatever was in his pretty head until he was ready to tell hyung what was bothering him about this whole thing.

And Seokjin understood. Sure it was easy for him to switch, but some people just weren’t. If Namjoon didn’t want to then that’s perfectly fine for him. He just had to make a new plan on how to hear Namjoon moaning like he was sin incarnate. Now to concoct the perfect p-

“Okay,” Namjoon’s soft voice interrupted Seokjin’s musings. He looked back at his boyfriend, giving him a cute dimpled smile, albeit looking a little nervous. “I’ll do it. I’ll bottom for hyungie.”

Now why did he say it all cute like that? That just made Seokjin want to ruin him even more.

“I have to warn you though,” Namjoon added, looking down and refusing to look at him. “It’s-” he bit his lip, and it took all of Seokjin’s willpower not to jump him and bit those luscious lips for him. “It’s embarrassing,” Namjoon said. 

What was this embarrassing thing his cute and adorable boyfriend was talking about? There’s nothing embarrassing about him.

Namjoon finally looked at Seokjin again, his cheeks pink. “I’ve never,” he licked his lips. “I’ve never bottomed before…” he trailed off, his voice lowering that Seokjin barely heard him. 

Did-did he hear him right? Did Namjoon just say he never…

“Huh?” Seokjin couldn’t help but say. Immediately, Namjoon’s cheeks even more flushed, and there’s a stray thought in Seokjin’s head of other ways he could make those cheeks turn redder (and maybe turn another set of cheeks that color as well, but that’s a thought for another day).

“Please don’t make me repeat it again,” Namjoon asked, hiding his face behind his hands. “It’s already hard saying it the first time.”

In these were normal circumstances, Seokjin would have probably laughed giddily and made crude jokes that would make his boyfriend roll his eyes at him with fond exasperation. But no, this was not a time for such comedy. This situation is a travesty, a tragedy of the most dire times.

“Oh, I heard you clearly, darling,” Seokjin said, before asking Namjoon to uncover his face. The younger man slowly lowered his hands, his face still pink. Seokjin stareat Namjoon, a petulant frown on his face. 

He just couldn’t understand it. Namjoon? Never been a bottom? How could that be? Seokjin knew that he wasn’t the first man Namjoon has ever been in a relationship with; the same way Namjoon wasn’t Seokjin’s first boyfriend. They’ve had past experiences from previous relationships, and still… Namjoon has never bottomed before? This was travesty!

“Hyung,” Namjoon’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “Can you say something at least. You’re staring is starting to make me a little uncomfortable.”

Seokjin blinked twice, focusing back on his boyfriend. Sure enough, Namjoon was squirming under his gaze, and Seokjin once again couldn’t help but be in disbelief about Namjoon never bottoming before. They have someone like him looking so ready to be ruined, and they never took a chance on that? Absurd if you asked him.

“You’ve never really bottomed before?” Seokjin finally asked, making Namjoon look back at him. “Like, ever?”

Namjoon reddened again, and it was taking all of Seokjin’s willpower not to make him more red in other ways. 

“It’s not like I’ve never thought about it,” Namjoon said defensively. “It’s just,” he bit his lip again. “People just look at me and my um… dick, and well they immediately want to, you know,” he gestured with his hands. “Be on top.”

Well, Seokjin could understand them. That was also his thoughts when he saw Namjoon’s majestic cock. Riding him when they first had sex will always be a memory Seokjin will treasure.

But he digressed. 

“And they didn’t even ask if you want to take it up your ass?” Seokjin prodded, making Namjoon’s cheeks flare. 

“Well, no not really,” he answered, twiddling his thumbs while looking away. “I mean, I did have an ex, I think it was Junseo-”

Ugh, him. Seokjin hated that man with a passion. Not only did he have a vile personality, but his clothes were the shabbiest in the world. It was a good thing that Namjoon decided to leave that poor excuse of a wheel of spoiled cheese.

“And wondered one time what it would feel like if I bottomed, but then he laughed it off saying that I’m useful as a top so why would I want to be a bottom,” Namjoon shrugged with a humorless smile. “And then after that, I just never thought of being a bottom. After all, I do have in your words, ‘a humongous cock that was the creator’s gift that he bestowed upon you to taste.’” 

Namjoon turned to him with a cocky smirk, and Seokjin only stuck out his tongue at him. That made Namjoon finally laugh, dimples and all. 

But still, he couldn’t wrap his head around it. How did people not look at this adorable being of a man, and think, I want this man on his knees for me . He will admit that he never thought about it at first, but has opened his eyes and ears. Namjoon would be an amazing bottom. The way he flushes when flustered, the way he releases gasps and huffs, the way he moans, god Namjoon would be so pretty underneath him.

“Honestly though,” Namjoon began again. “I didn’t think about it that much anymore since I figured I’d be topping forever, and I don’t really mind. It just crossed my mind again when you asked.”

Hmm… that’s interesting… People couldn’t see Namjoon’s potential as a bottom that his sweet, sweet boyfriend couldn’t see it happen either. That needed to be rectified… Namjoon should definitely know that he can thrive both as a beautiful top, and an amazing bottom, humongous cock and all.

But wait… If he was the first one to suggest to him to bottom, and that he agreed to be one…

Oh this would be a fun experience, very fun indeed.

“-so I can understand if you’re just joking about me bottoming. I’m more than happy to always top-”

“No,” Seokjin interrupted Namjoon’s ramblings, surprising him. “You said you’re gonna do it. You can’t take it back.” 

Namjoon looked taken aback, backing up with a shaky smile. “I mean, I was just saying... I can understand if you weren’t serious about it and just said it to, you know…” He gestured with his hands again, looking a little embarrassed. God, the things Seokjin would do to make him like that but in different ways.

“Oh Joonie,” Seokjin said, cupping Namjoon’s face to make him look at Seokjin. “I just want to let you know that I never joke about something like this.” He gave a wink towards the younger man, who flushed once more. Seokjin couldn’t help the smirk that formed on his face just thinking of what he would do towards this man.

“Don’t worry, love,” he said. “Hyung will take good care of you.”

Which was how they found themselves in this situation. 

Namjoon sat on their bed, twiddling his thumbs while looking around the room. Usually when they want to get frisky, Namjoon would be taking the initiative, pulling Seokjin to the bed and kissing him with a confident smirk, pushing all of the buttons he knew that would rile Seokjin up. Now, it’s kind of cute just watching him sit without knowing what to do. 

“You sure you’re okay to do this?” Seokjin asked, leaning against the doorframe. Namjoon whipped to look at him. “You can still back out, you know.”

“Are you sure you want to still do it?” Namjoon retorted, quite bratilly if Seokjin was going to be honest. 

Seokjin narrowed his eyes and headed to where Namjoon was, looking down on him with crossed arms. “I asked you a question first, Namjoon.”

That made the younger one look away. “Yes,” he said quietly.

Seokjin smiled. “That’s all I wanted to hear,” he said. He pressed a kiss towards Namjoon’s lips, the younger one smiling against it. When he pulled away, Namjoon tried to chase him, whining as they separated, but Seokjin wasn’t having it. This time, he’ll be the one in charge.

“Patience, Joonie,” Seokjin said, watching as Namjoon huffed. “We’ll get there.” He cupped Namjoon’s face, poking the spot where his dimple would be when he smiles. Namjoon, instead pouted.

“You’re taking too long,” Namjoon whined. 

Too long huh…

“If you’re really that impatient,” Seokjin trailed, taking his hand off and stood up straighter. He looked down directly into Namjoon’s eyes, holding his gaze until Seokjin’s lips slowly turned into a smirk.

“Then, strip.” 

Namjoon looked like he was caught off guard, jumping as he gave Seokjin a confused expression.

“What, already?” He asked dumbly. “Like, right now?”

Seokjin rolled his eyes. Why was he making a fuss about this? It’s not like they haven’t seen each other naked before.

“Namjoon-ah,” he began in a flat voice. “I’ve seen you in all your naked glory, even when your dick is not erect. There’s no reason to be shy now.”

“Don’t say it like that,” Namjoon said, flushing. He began to stand up from where he sat, looking away from Seokjin as he began to twiddle with the strings of his pants. “It’s just…” he said, “I’m kind of nervous. It’s weird, not leading when we uh… do these kinds of things.”

Seokjin tried not to roll his eyes again, exasperated from his boyfriend’s insecurity. But… it is kind of endearing seeing him all nervous and not confident. The last time he was this nervous was when they first had sex (also the first time they met) at Jimin’s party. But even then, Namjoon immediately took charge once he found the confidence (which may or may not have come from the way Seokjin’s eyes widened when he saw the size of his very hard cock. Not that Seokjin didn’t have anything to be proud of that night either. He was after all, the reason why Namjoon’s cock was erect in the first place).

Seeing him all cute, flustered, and out of his element was making Seokjin think of very nasty things to do to him.

But… baby steps. This was Namjoon’s first time taking up a dick in his ass. Seokjin should probably put a dick in his perky butt before doing anything. 

“Don’t worry, baby,” Seokjin assured him. Namjoon looked at him, eyes big and his lips open a tiny bit, looking so adorable and delectable. “I told you that I would take care of you, and I very much intend to do so.” Namjoon gave him a smile, which Seokjin returned to give him some comfort.

“Now, be a good boy for hyung and strip for me darling.”

Namjoon still looked unsure, but Seokjin didn’t miss the way he seemed to preen when he called him a good boy, nor the way Namjoon seemed to have taken his clothes right after.

But he immediately pushed those thoughts to the side when he finally saw his boyfriend all in his naked glory.

He couldn’t help but release a pleased hum. It’s always a treat to see Namjoon like this, always wearing those baggy pants and large shirts that envelops him too much. He never really understood why he liked hiding his body too much, not with his physique that every model would die for. And it certainly helps a lot that he’s been working out and filling out in all the right places. He understood why the first words out of Jungkook meeting him was being in awe of his thunder thighs. 

“Please stop staring,” Namjoon’s voice brought him back from his thoughts. Seokjin looked at him just to see him being flustered again, his hands fidgeting. “It’s making me nervous again. Also it’s kind of unfair that I’m the only one that doesn’t have their clothes on.”

Seokjin released a scoff and walked towards Namjoon, poking his generous tits with a finger. “I’ve seen your body many times. I know the scar you have on your thigh when you hurt yourself stapling your pants together they ripped. You literally have no reason to be embarrassed to me about anything.” 

He lightly pushed Namjoon to sit on the bed, making him look up at Seokjin while he put his hands on his hips. “And no, I will get naked whenever I want to.”

Namjoon looked ready to protest but Seokjin only put a finger to his lips. 

“I call the shots tonight, love,” Seokjin told him with a playful wink. “So just sit pretty and let hyung do all the work.”

He didn’t let Namjoon speak again, directing his gaze towards Namjoon’s crotch, where Namjoon’s unhard cock dangling, probably because of nerves. But Seokjin knew of a way to help with that. 

“Now how about we get this thing,” he cupped Namjoon’s dick in his hand, making the younger man squeak in surprise. “Up and about.”

He put his hand in his shorts pocket, before kneeling and pulling out a tube of lube, opening the top.

“Did you just have that in your pocket this whole time?” Namjoon asked incredulously while Seokjin squeezed a generous amount into his hands. 

“Yes, and what about it?” he retorted, grabbing Namjoon’s cock again with his lubed up hand. He looked up at Namjoon, who released a deep breath as Seokjin’s hand continued to stroke his cock, feeling it chub up.

“Wow, I really couldn’t tell that you're excited for this,” Namjoon said sardonically. Seokjin gave him a glare and hit his thigh lightly. There was a shaky smirk on Namjoon’s lips, but Seokjin didn’t miss the way he flinched and flushed when he did it.

Interesting… very interesting.

“Can you blame me?” Seokjin replied. “I’m gonna fuck your ass for the first time. Who wouldn’t be excited about being the first person to stick their dick inside you?”

Namjoon flushed, murmuring about something like it wasn’t a big deal. He was just one gay man who have never bottomed before. Other people probably never had a dick inside them either. Which Seokjin would admit was true, but it was Namjoon they were talking about. Multiple of their friends -allofthem- have confessed that they wanted to “tap Namjoon’s ass” one time too many when drunk. Not like Seokjin would let them anyway. They could find their own Namjoon. He’s Seokjin’s. 

Seokjin looked back towards Namjoon’s cock, which was finally standing proudly between Namjoon’s glorious thighs. Good, it seemed ready. 

...Looking at it was making Seokjin reconsider this whole thing. Seeing Namjoon’s fully erect cock always made him want to sit on it until he cums dry.

But no, he couldn’t. This was Namjoon’s special night to be a first-time bottom. Seokjin’s full attention had to be on him and making this a wonderful experience that will keep him coming back for more.

“Scooch up and lay down for me, baby,” Seokjin said, standing up and putting a knee on the bed.

Namjoon looked panicked for a moment, but followed nonetheless. Seokjin could probably figure out what he was thinking.

“Relax, Namjoon-ah,” Seokjin told him as he fluffed the pillows so Namjoon could lay comfortably. “I’m not sticking my dick in you just yet. We’ll get you prepped and ready for me before I fuck you till you cry.”

Namjoon’s face immediately flushed red, “Why do you have to be so crude, hyung?” he whined, but Seokjin couldn’t help but notice the way he had his knees up, legs already wide open. My, he really was so pliant. He was ready for what he needed to do without Seokjin telling him what to do. 

“What? We’ve been doing this for months now, and although we’ve fucked dry before, you know it’s more enjoyable when we use lube.”

“That’s not-” Namjoon released a whine as he grabbed a pillow, hiding his red face as Seokjin chuckled. He peered above the pillow, pouting as he told Seokjin to just get it over with.

“Have you ever come from getting your prostate stimulated?” Seokjin asked while he put more lube into his hand. 

“No,” was Namjoon’s prompt answer. “I mean, I tried fingering myself before, like when I was still experimenting when I first discovered that I’m into guys. But I just… couldn’t find the right angle? I don’t know.”

Seokjin gave an understanding hum, spreading Namjoon’s cheeks apart and tracing his rim with his thumb. Namjoon’s breath hitch, and Seokjin had to fight back the smirk on face. He wasn’t even doing much and he’s already so sensitive.

“And you never tried it again?” 

“No,” Namjoon said curtly, hugging the pillow tighter to himself. Seokjin prodded his whole with his thumb, gauging how much Namjoon could take before he went deeper. “I never-” Namjoon bit his lip, “I didn’t think I needed to.”

“That’s unfortunate,” Seokjin said. “But don’t you worry your cute butt, Namjoonie. Hyung is here to change that.” He took off his thumb and replaced it with his finger, pushing it lightly and watching Namjoon closed his eyes. 

“Relax, Namjoon-ah,” Seokjin told him, leaning in to kiss his forehead while also pushing his finger further. “I said I would take care of you, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do”

Namjoon closed his eyes tighter, but he still gave a shaky nod. Seokjin released a soft chuckle before focusing back on the task at hand.

Namjoon was tight. Like way tight. He only had one finger in and Namjoon was already shaking and breathing deeply. 

“You’re very tight,” Seokjin remarked, which seemed to have done something to Namjoon cause he released a whine and clenched around Seokjin’s finger. And being the man that Seokjin was, he couldn’t help but curl that finger and pressed lightly, making Namjoon hiccup and hug the pillow tighter.

Bingo.

“I’m adding another finger in, sweetheart,” Seokjin told him as Namjoon only nodded before Seokjin pushed another finger. This time, Namjoon released a soft moan. Not the same one as what Seokjin’s been wanting to hear again, but it was a moan nonetheless. It’s always a good thing to hear Namjoon make something that’s not a grunt. It makes him sexier. 

Seokjin couldn’t help the smile to break out of his face when he started fucking Namjoon with his two fingers, thrusting into his whole and hitting his prostate while Namjoon released squeaks and muddles squeals. All music to Seokjin’s ears. His legs were shaking and Seokjin was sure he wanted to close them so bad, but he can’t exactly do that with Seokjin in between them.

“Hngg, more,” Seokjin heard Namjoon say softly against the pillow. Seokjin heard him loud and clear, but he was never one to pass the opportunity to tease Namjoon.

“Hmm?” he said, stopping his thrusting. “What was that, baby? Hyung didn’t hear you.”

Namjoon pulled the pillow down, a red flush on his face. “More,” Namjoon said quietly. “I-I can take one more, hyung.”

“A little louder, Joonbug,” Seokjin asked, pressing into Namjoon’s spot again that made the boy roll his eyes back. “Hyung couldn’t hear you.”

“Hnng, hyung,” Namjoon whined. “Please. One more. I can do one more. Feels good.”

Seokjin’s surprised, he’s not going to lie. Of all things, he wasn’t expecting Namjoon to be like this with this whole event. He’s always been so in control and confident when they fuck, but to see him being this cute of a begging mess? Seokjin’s endearment of this man just became much bigger.

“Well, since you asked hyung so nicely,” he trailed off. He pushed another finger in, stretching Namjoon bigger than he probably ever was. 

And the sound Namjoon made? It was the one that Seokjin had been wanting to hear again. Truly, it was music to his ears.

Namjoon kept releasing whimpering as Seokjin fucked him with his fingers some more, his cock laying limp useless on Namjoon’s stomach while Seokjin thrusted inside Namjoon. It was spilling pre-cum over his golden skin, glinting under the lights and making his skin shine. 

How unfortunate, that his huge cock would be useless tonight.

Seokjin could see Namjoon’s toe curling from the corner of his eyes. That meant Namjoon was close so he decided to slowly stop his thrusting. He’d like Namjoon to cum on his cock. It makes the experience much better in his opinion. He’ll make Namjoon cum with just his fingers another time.

Namjoon made a surprised sound, before looking at Seokjin in confusion.

“Why’d you stop?” Namjoon whined, which made Seokjin chuckle. 

“Because I wanted to,” he answered. “Can’t have you cumming when I haven’t even put my dick in you.”

Namjoon’s face turned even more red, making Seokjin smirked while he pulled out his fingers. He reached for the tube of lube again, pushing his pants low enough to pull out his own erect cock. He might not be as endowed as Namjoon was, but Seokjin was still gifted himself in that department.

“Is that-is that going to fit me?” Namjoon asked quietly, staring at Seokjin’s cock. Seokjin didn’t know whether he should take that as a compliment or something.

“Yah, Kim Namjoon,” Seokjin said hotly. “If my ass can take your humongous dick, my cock can definitely fit inside your ass.” 

Namjoon loosened his grip on the pillow and immediately scrambled. “That’s not what I meant!” he tried to explain. “You know it’s my first time and I’m just-”

Oh he really was so cute.

“I’m kidding,” Seokjin told him, gaining a pout from the younger man. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that it’ll feel good. Pinky promise.” Seokjin threw one of Namjoon’s legs over his arm, his other positioning his cock towards his hole.

“That’s very comforting,” Namjoon drawled as he squirmed to get himself comfortable. Seokjin only rolled his eyes and prodded the tip of his cock past Namjoon’s hole, letting the younger man brace himself when he finally pushed in. 

He heard Namjoon’s breath hitch when his cock finally went in. Every movement he made, Namjoon released squeaks and whines, and when he finally bottomed out, Namjoon released a moan so beautiful that Seokjin wanted nothing more but to ruin him.

“You okay, baby?” He asked, pushing strands of Namjoon’s hair out of his face. Namjoon released a deep breath before nodding. “Hyung will move in a bit, is that okay?” Namjoon nodded again, making Seokjin lean in and press a soft kiss to his forehead. When they separated, Seokjin didn’t waste any time and began to give slow thrusts into Namjoon.

The small whimpers that came from Namjoon were amazing. They sounded so addictive that each time Seokjin thrusted, he pushed in a little deeper, a little faster, and a lot harder. Namjoon couldn’t do anything but take whatever he was giving, his untouched cock slapping his stomach as he released small moans that get more desperate every time their skins slap against each other. 

“Hnng, hyung,” Namjoon moaned, gripping the sheets tightly. “More, harder.”

Seokjin couldn’t help but release a laugh. “Listen to yourself, Namjoon-ah,” he teased, huffing as he continued to fuck Namjoon harder, as he requested. “Already asking for more. If I didn’t know any better, I wouldn’t have thought that it’s your first time taking a cock in your hole.”

The squelch of Seokjin’s cock sliding inside Namjoon could be heard despite the amount of moans spilling from Namjoon’s mouth. Seokjin could only find this whole thing amusing.

“Look,” he said, looking down at Namjoon’s unused cock on his stomach, just slapping his stomach while Seokjin fucked him. “Such a large cock but it’s not even being used right now.”

He reached out to touch it, Namjoon’s breath hitching as Seokjin stroked it. “You’re leaking so much precum, sweetheart,” he teased. “Too much, but for what? It’s just going to lay uselessly like this.”

“Hyung, please,” Namjoon said, almost like a sob. Seokjin didn’t know what exactly he was begging for, so he only increased his pace and stroked him faster. His cock only spilled more precum, and the way he gasped every time their hips met only fueled Seokjin to go harder, growling and grunting every time Namjoon clenched more around him.

“First time taking a cock?” Seokjin growled, leaning in close to Namjoon’s ear. “Could have fooled me. You’re taking me in so well. So good that hyung just wants to fuck you forever.”

Namjoon could only release a whine, his arms latching onto Seokjin as he wrapped his legs around Seokjin’s hips. 

“Do you want that Joonie?” Seokjin whispered huskily, “Do you want to be fucked by hyung? You want to be hyung’s cumdump? You don’t want to use your cock anymore? Huh?”

Namjoon only cried, his nails digging into Seokjin’s back that had him growling and fucking Namjoon deeper.

“You just want to have hyung’s cock in you, huh, baby?”

Namjoon only nodded furiously, sobbing as he continuously said “Yes,” like it was his mantra to stay alive.

“Fuck,” Seokjin growled. “God, baby I’m so close. You take hyung so well. So tight.”

Seokjin knew he was rambling, but at this point he didn’t care. Namjoon felt so good around him he couldn’t stop himself anymore. 

“C-close,” Namjoon gasped, “Hyung, ‘m close.”

“I’m close too baby,” Seokjin huffed, his pace erratic as he continued to piston inside Namjoon. “You want me to cum inside huh? You want to be filled with my cum darling?” 

“Yes, yes, yes!” Namjoon screamed. “Hyung-hyungie. I’m gonna-gonna- ahhhhhhh!”

Namjoon came just as Seokjin gave one last big thrust, his cum spilling on their stomachs as Seokjin released his own seed inside Namjoon’s whole, his groans and Namjoon’s moans enveloping their whole bedroom. 

Both of them huffed, trying to catch their breaths once they both stop cumming. Once he knew he was done, Seokjin slowly pulled out of Namjoon, careful not to hurt him before he flopped right beside him. 

He opened his eyes to look at Namjoon, who’s breathing was slowly becoming steadier. After a few moments, Namjoon looked back to him and both of their eyes met.

“I should have fucked you earlier,” Seokjin said when they’re breathing back to normal.

Namjoon huffed and gave him a glare, before he sighed and gave him a dry smile.

“So,” Seokjin began, batting his eyelashes. “How was it? How was your first time getting a dick up your ass?”

Namjoon released an annoyed whine, crossing his arms before looking away. “It was… decent,” he said, but Seokjin could see the pink flush on his cheeks.

Decent? Just decent? 

“Yah,” Seokjin said, rising to his elbows. “Just decent?! When I did all that just to make everything feel good?”

This time it was Namjoon who released a small laugh, giving Seokjin a teasing smile with his cute dimples and crescent eyes. 

“I’m kidding,” he said, pushing Seokjin back down and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “It was amazing, hyung. I loved it. You were everything I could ask for and more. I’m glad you were my first time.”

Oh. Well…

Seokjin could feel his cheeks flush, laying down on his back. “You better,” he said, albeit quieter. “I did it all for you.”

“And I appreciate it,” Namjoon said, kissing him again. This time the kiss was longer, and Seokjin had the thought of making it deeper and lead to another round of butt-fucking, but Namjoon separated from him, giving him a fond smile that made Seokjin’s heart flutter.

Then that smiled turned teasing.

“So, I’m gonna be your cumdump, huh?” he asked, a smug grin on his face. Seokjin felt his face heat up. He didn’t think he heard that.

“I didn’t say that,” Seokjin denied, albeit a little weakly. He turned away from Namjoon, just so he couldn’t see how embarrassed he was.

Namjoon only laughed, before leaning in closer to Seokjin’s ear. “I’ll be your cum dump, hyungie,” he teased, biting Seokjin’s ear. Seokjin could feel his dick twitch.

“But only if you help me clean up. You cum feels funny inside.”

“Yah, Kim Namjoon!”