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[namkook] kinktober day 3: cockwarming 💗

🔞Jk is anxious and drained, but luckily his boyfriend Nj knows just how to take care of him.

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cw // praise (apparently this is becoming a pattern), fingering, cockwarming, oral fixation, finger sucking

Reminder: this fic is 🔞 so please respect that. If you are a minor please look away and block this account.

Jk is in one of his nervous-fidgety-anxious moods.

He gets like this sometimes: eyes wandering for no reason, fingers twisting against each other, restlessly bouncing his leg. Sometimes, like now, there isn’t an exact source he can pinpoint. It’s more the slow buildup of

stress, creeping up the way exhaustion does, and then his mind’s going a mile a minute and his tongue keeps flicking over his bottom lip.

The inconvenient timing is only making him more jittery, agitation adding to his frustrated blinks as he tries to pay attention to the

movie on the screen. He had been so excited for tonight, an evening both he and Namjoon had cleared up for each other. To spend just the two of them, with no concern for anything outside the apartment walls.

And Nj had made it so cozy, the way Jk likes it. Lights dimmed low, fairy lights set up across the tv stand. So pretty and romantic, ordinarily so calming. Jk shifts again, this time to curl into Nj, his legs thrown over Nj’s lap, his head moving to rest on the

older boy’s shoulder. He thinks that, if he only could, he would very much like to melt into him. Everything that makes up Nj seems to be good and pure and careful. Jk wants to be something careful and calm, part of the untouched water surface of Nj.

And Jk does calm, then, for a moment, focusing on Nj’s hand caressing his back. But as time passes, the movie flickering in Jk’s eyes without recognition, his fingers start curling and uncurling around the fabric across Nj’s chest, his face turning away from the film to nuzzle

into Nj closer. When he pulls the collar of Nj’s sweater into his mouth, chewing at the fabric, the movie star voices stop.

Nj must’ve paused the movie, and Jk curls into him more. Nj had been looking forward to it, he recalls, and now Jk is disturbing his schedule.

He doesn’t even have a reason for being this way, not really, and he knows Nj’s noticed his mood since dinner. Jk was uncharacteristically quiet as they’d eaten the food he’d asked Nj to choose because even making a decision on something so small seemed overwhelming.

Nj continues to rub soothing shapes into his back. “Anything I can do for you?” He doesn’t ask what’s wrong. By now he must recognize this broken-down fatigue in Jk.

Jk’s small whimper in response is muffled by the fabric in his mouth. He tries to burrow his face

even closer, frustrated when he realizes he's as close to Nj as he can get like this. Upset he can’t just /merge/ with him, seeping into him until he’s as strong as Nj.

“You really are quiet,” Nj muses.

Jk jerks upright in his hold, worried, mouth opening with no words to release, but Nj quickly holds up a finger to quiet him.

“It’s okay, Jk-ah. Settle for me, okay?” Nj says, and Jk wonders if his voice is this soothing for everyone or if it’s just him.

“Let’s make a deal. Just tell me one thing, and you can go nonverbal for the rest of the night if you want.” Jk blinks back in question. “Let me know what you want, what I can do for you. Then you can be as quiet as you want, as long as you

promise to let me know if I do something wrong.” Jk nods a bit, and he curls back into his previous position.

“Want to be close,” Jk says, breath spreading across NJ’s skin as he tightens his arms around his shoulders.

Hesitantly, he adds, “Want you in me, if that’s okay. If you want it.” He’s still shy about these things, the warmth in his cheeks only heightened by the weariness clouding him.

“Yeah? Wanna cockwarm me, baby?”

Jk flushes more, but he knows Nj isn’t being blunt to fluster him. Knows Nj just wants to avoid misunderstandings, especially when Jk’s headspace is both overwhelmed and hesitant.

He nods and, knowing Nj needs a clear answer, says, “Yeah, hyung. Want it.”

They stay like that for a moment, Nj’s fingers moving to massage the nape of Jk’s neck. After a few minutes of this quiet embrace, Jk continuing to nose insistently at Nj’s collarbones, the older boy tangles his fingers into Jk’s hair and pulls him back.

Jk whines, sounding oddly upset even to himself, and Nj shushes him softly. “I know, little prince, but I can’t give you what you want if I don’t get some things first.” Jk pouts even though he knows it’s true. Wonders briefly if he can convince Nj to hide lube in their couch

later, but dismisses it to make a petulant noise when Nj lifts him off his lap to settle him on the couch.

“Will you be okay by yourself for a moment? I promise I’ll be fast, okay?” Nj says, sincere eyes searching Jk’s face.

It should be a silly question, Jk is twenty-five, but Nj is serious in his care. So Jk thinks carefully before responding with a slight nod, getting an affectionate hair tousle as a reward.

His eyes follow Nj as he walks over to the bedroom, thoughtfully leaving the door

open so he hardly has to leave Jk’s field of view to reach their dresser. Jk picks at the threading in their couch cushion and watches how the shapes of light morph across Nj’s skin as he pulls open a drawer. It would feel longer, Jk thinks, if not for the opportunity to

watch his boyfriend in such a domestic setting.

When Nj sits back down on the couch, he reaches his arms out for Jk to crawl back into, who does so with a happy little hum. “Thanks for waiting so well, bun,” Nj praises. “Now help me get your pants off.”

Jk shuffles them off with his boxers while still half across Nj’s lap, and Nj grabs them for him to toss to the other side of the couch. Jk knows where he needs to move, but he lets Nj manhandle him until he’s straddling his thighs, anyway. Likes the feeling of the older boy’s

hands carefully spreading Jk’s bare legs to rest on either side of him.

Nj kisses him as he slides a hand down the back of Jk’s sweater, flattening the material a few times before pushing it up so his other hand can palm at his ass.

He squeezes lightly, almost reassuringly, before Jk hears the clicking of the cap of the lube bottle. Nj keeps kissing Jk as a slick finger circles his entrance. It slips in slowly, almost torturously so, before gently thrusting into him.

Jk really wants Nj inside him, but he’s glad for the slow pace. It’s softer like this, and any urgency right now would register as panic in his scattered mind. It feels like Nj’s stopped time purely to take care of Jk’s needs.

Jk kisses at his neck in appreciation when he adds a second finger. Light, butterfly pecks as Nj carefully spreads him open, slow and sweet as molasses. At the third finger, Jk moans, mouthing softly at the skin instead. Lets Nj feel his every sigh against his throat.

Okay, I think you’re ready for me,” Nj says after several minutes have passed, lowering his head to kiss Jk’s temple. He likes to explain what he’s doing when Jk’s quiet like this, even if it’s obvious. Likes to let the words

settle over Jk like a blanket. “So I’m going to get myself ready for you now.”

He reaches between them to unbutton his pants. Jk tilts his head to glance down. Nj’s already half-hard from having Jk pliant in his arms as he opened him up, so he only

quickly covers his cock in lube before he wraps an arm around Jk’s waist to lift him slightly.

Now that Nj can see his face again, he looks closely, visually checking in. Jk lets him make eye contact, lets him look all he wants until he’s reassured that Jk wants this.

The younger boy licks his lower lip once, in impatience, and then Nj smiles. He leans in to press kisses right below Jk’s ear as he lowers him onto his cock, murmuring soft praises all the while.

When Jk’s fully seated in the other’s lap, he sighs in contentment. Nj smiles against his skin. His teeth pull playfully at Jk’s piercing once before he’s leaning back to meet Jk’s eyes again. Watching his expression as he adjusts.

Jk’s hyper aware of where he’s stretched out around Nj, feeling sensitive but comfortable. They’re not moving and they won’t be–at least not for a while. Jk fixates on the feeling

of Nj, warm and familiar, inside of him. And he feels… /good/ now. He’s tired and weary, but his thoughts have slowed and focused.

After a handful of seconds, Jk wraps his arms around his boyfriend’s neck and burrows his face back into him. He bites mindlessly at the fabric on Nj’s collar again, and Nj lets out an endeared noise. “Jk-ah, baby, do you just need something

in your mouth? Want to suck on hyung’s fingers instead?”

And that–that does sound better. He lets go of the fabric and lifts his head up to nod enthusiastically, eyes wide as he meets Nj’s adoring ones. He lets out an amused puff

of air at Jk’s swift reaction, but he removes one of his hands from Jk’s waist.

His pointer and middle fingers tap at Jk’s bottom lip. “Open up, baby.” Jk parts his lips, eyes instantly fluttering closed at the sensation of Nj’s skin on his tongue.

“That’s it, let hyung fill you up everywhere.”

He closes his lips back over Nj’s fingers, sucking them lightly as the other boy thumbs at his jaw. “That’s better, isn’t it? So pretty like this, Jk-ah.”

And this–this is the closeness and intimacy Jk needed right now. Completely embraced in Nj’s warmth, in his touch, in his taste.

He’s sure he’ll pout after he’s calmed down, after Nj’s taken care of him, when he’s inevitably empty again. When he can’t blur the line of where he ends and Nj begins. But for now, filled with Nj’s soothing presence, Jk steadily falls asleep.

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