Thread by @minjiiminie

namseok au— ch 🔞

after waiting for many months, namjoon is back in Seoul, and this time, he’s staying for good. finally, hoseok and namjoon can be together in the home they’ve built at a distance. However they still have to face the rocky start of their relationship.

"I thought it was clear what I was doing!"

"What are you doing?" Hoseok laughs, breathless, as Namjoon carries him to their bedroom.

“I was away during our honeymoon phase after we confessed; I have to compensate now, don't I?” Namjoon smiles, and Hoseok is so happy.

The space in the bed next to Hoseok is warm but empty.

Hoseok wakes up and groans because Namjoon is not lying next to him, and at this moment, Hoseok would like to cuddle his boyfriend. He rubs his eyes, slowly waking up entirely, and he finds Namjoon moving around the room.

“What are you doing?” Hoseok yawns and rubs at his eyes.

“Good morning,” Namjoon replies with a standard greeting but a smile is evident in his voice tone.

“Morning.” Hoseok mumbles, unable to control the soft smile playing on his lips.

“I’m finally unpacking!"

Namjoon is crouching by his luggage, taking off clothes and an alarming amount of books that will go on the empty bookshelf Namjoon told Hoseok to set in the living room. Before getting breakfast, Hoseok walks to him and leans down to kiss Namjoon’s nape as his greeting.

Namjoon tenses only slightly at the display of affection before offering Hoseok a gentle smile over his shoulder. It is weird to touch and kiss each other, but they're going to get used to it, plus it feels good.

With a happy heart, Hoseok goes to the kitchen for the tea.

After some minutes, Hoseok returns. Both his hands warm up from the heat of the mug, and he stays on the threshold, watching Namjoon folding clothes and using the empty cabinets in the closet for all his belongings.

“You don’t have many clothes,” Hoseok notices.

Namjoon turns to see him. “Nope. I didn’t want to buy many things in the US because I didn’t want to get attached to the things I got there. It's silly, but I like wearing clothes from here better? I had to like something a lot to buy it there. Don't think I'm weird.”

Hoseok giggles. "Too late for that; I already think you're weird. Don't worry; I like it." Namjoon snorts before he stands up and puts some shirts on a drawer. "And I think your logic makes sense, too!"

"Well, thank you." Hoseok smiles and sips from his tea, watching Namjoon.

“You’re very organized,” Namjoon says after a moment. “You left a space for me in every segment of the closet and the kitchen is out of a magazine- the cleaning products cabinet is my mother's dream.”

Hoseok laughs. “Well, thank you.”

"I'll try not to ruin it."

"You won't."

“I'm not an organized person, and this is your apartment, after all," Namjoon says, and it makes Hoseok's cheeks warm up slightly. "I don't want to disturb your space.” Namjoon hums.

"You're not. This place is your home!"

"I know," Namjoon mumbles but he's smiling too.

When Namjoon finishes taking all his books outside and finishes moving all his clothes, Hoseok is swaying his legs by the edge of the bed. There’s still some tea on his mug, but it’s gone cold. “Is there space for the carry-on and my other bags in the deposit of the garage?”

“Yeah. I'll help you take the bags down there," Hoseok suggests.

“Okay. I’m going to leave this one bag on the top of the closet because it has more books.” Hoseok snorts and Namjoon stretches to leave a black bag, but he's clumsy, and he pushes it somewhere he shouldn't.

Namjoon suddenly knocks over a box on top of the closet, and Hoseok almost shrieks when he notices which one it is. He stands up and moves forward to try to catch it, but Namjoon and his absurdly big hands manage to hold it before the box falls on the ground.

They stare at each other, standing a few inches away from the other. The situation settles a tense atmosphere in the room. “What is this?”

“Nothing.”

Namjoon looks at him, probably waiting for Hoseok to spill, but once he notices Hoseok isn’t saying a word, he nods. “Okay.”

He doesn’t push what it is, but before he leaves it in the closet again, he turns to Hoseok. “Should I be worried about the contents of the mysterious box?”

“No, it’s just-” Hoseok groans. “You can see if you want, but I'm going to go outside because this is embarrassing.”

"What?" Namjoon follows him with his gaze as Hoseok turns around, but before he can even take a step towards the door, he hears Namjoon opening the box lid. “Oh,” he says, and Hoseok cringes, imagining his wide eyes. Hoseok is embarrassed even if he knows Namjoon is not judging.

Of course, he’s not judging; Namjoon doesn't judge. Hoseok can hear him tapping at the lid a little. “So, can I use it?”

Hoseok turns around to look at him in a whiplash. “Huh?”

Namjoon looks at him in the eyes, with the open box in his hands. “Use these toys with you."

“Oh.” Hoseok looks away, a rapid blush spreading across his face. Of course, Namjoon would want that. Deep down, Hoseok wanted him to want that, but it's awkward now that it's happening. “I guess you could if you want.”

Namjoon raises an eyebrow and leaves the box on the bed.

He takes a step closer to Hoseok, hovering over with him. “Why do you seem shy, Hoseok?”

“I’m not shy! It’s only that this is not the way I was thinking of bringing this up to you! I didn’t even want to bring sex up until some days later after you’ve settled in the house!"

“I didn’t want to jump on you the moment you got here! But now we’re not talking just about sex; we’re talking about sex with toys.”

Namjoon laughs, amused. “Why did you want to wait days to talk about sex with me?”

“Because I’ve thought about you that way! A lot!"

“Maybe all that phone sex we had is proof of that.” Namjoon’s relaxed and amused demeanor takes a halt so he can visibly gulp at the memories of their calls. “And I didn’t want you to think this is just about sex-”

“I don’t think that. I know this is not just sex for you.”

“You don’t need to prove anything to me, baby," Namjoon chuckles. "I want to have sex with you too. A lot.”

“I know. You're not subtle,” Hoseok teases. They’re silent for a long moment. Hoseok looks up to find that Namjoon is still waiting for an answer. “You mean right now?”

Namjoon grimaces when he realizes how unsexy his proposition was. In the following seconds, he offers sexier words instead. “I mean, yesterday you asked me why I wasn't sleepy, and it was because I wanted to fuck you on the couch, so I’m not opposed to sex right now or anytime.”

Hoseok laughs at the sincerity and the enthusiasm. Hoseok laughs too at how similar their feelings are.

“Okay then, enough pretending we’re not very desperate to get in the other’s pants. We’re on the same page now.”

Namjoon’s chuckle is deep and charming. “Come here.”

Hoseok closes the distance between them until he can see the slight stubble growing on Namjoon’s chin. Namjoon steals the mug from Hoseok’s hands and looks down at Hoseok's body, up and down, in slow motion before humming. “I think you should lay on the bed now, baby.”

The words make Hοseok's heart beat faster. Even if he wasn't planning on getting intimate with Namjoon right now, Hοseok had been waiting for this. Both of them have been waiting, after the distance between them. The moment Hοseok hears an order from Namjoon's lips, he obeys.

Namjοon doesn’t follow after Hοseok when he moves towards the bed. Instead, Namjοon takes his time to take Hoseok's cold tea mug to the bedside table, and Hοseok looks at him, roaming around the room as if he had all the time in the words. “Why don't you open your legs?"

It almost comes out as a dull question, but Hοseok feels the intensity in Namjοon's words, and it makes his chest burn. He's wearing the same shorts from yesterday, and Namjοon is looking at his legs when Hοseok spreads them. Namjοon doesn’t move; he looks at hοseok up and down.

He's enjoying the sight, and there's nothing as thrilling as feeling as desired as Hοseok feels right now. Finally, after a second of torture, Namjοon moves so he can crawl between Hοseok’s legs, and he grabs his thighs, pulling them upwards and wrapping Hοseok’s legs around him.

Namjοon doesn’t take doubt once their bodies press together, feeling the other's rapid heartbeat against their chests. Namjoon smiles one more time before he catches Hοseok’s lips with his and starts with a deep kiss. With no build-up, just a quick, wet slide of lips.

With such intensity and need, it’s clear to Hοseok the way they’ve been craving for this. If he's honest, while Namjoon takes and takes from him, Hοseok can tell how much they were waiting for this- since they saw each other again. Waiting since that phone call months ago.

They’ve been waiting for this- for the intimate touch from the other- for way longer than Hοseok feels morally correct admitting.

“How do you want to do this?” Namjοon wonders in a whisper against Hοseok’s ear before lowering to kiss his neck.

“I want to do anything you want."

"I just need to feel you," Hοseok admits while craning his neck, giving Namjοon more access.

Namjοon stops kissing his skin, though as if he's taking a moment to register the words, and it takes another few moments before he decides what he wants. “I want you undressed, then.”

If Namjοon keeps talking like that, Hοseok doesn't know how he'll endure what's to come. He's been attracted to Namjοon for a while now, but this is getting out of hand. Hοseok nods, and he pushes Namjοon’s chest away to have enough space to pull his shirt off his body.

He gets comfortable in bed, and as he undresses -maddening slowly- Namjοon watches him intensely, following the newly exposed skin with his gaze and allowing himself to enjoy a good minute of trailing his eyes down Hοseok’s chest and torso. Making Hοseok's skin burn.

Once Namjοon decides he's watched enough, Namjοon grips Hοseok’s shorts tightly, waits for Hοseok to nod and give him permission before he pulls them down Hοseok's legs. Hοseok wasn’t wearing anything underneath, so he’s completely exposed under Namjοon’s gaze.

Maybe Hοseok should feel more embarrassed about being exposed like this, and there is a hint of shame underneath the lust he feels right now, but he doesn't want to hide from Namjοon. And the way Namjοon looks at him like he wants to devour him makes it all worthy.

Just as he took his time to register every mole in Hοseok’s upper body after Hοseok took off his shirt, now Namjοon looks at the rest of Hοseok’s body while licking his lower lip. Hοseok doesn’t feel shy in front of Namjοon; he likes he can make Namjοon go speechless.

Namjοon lowers down Hοseok's body and Hοseok's breath hitches in anticipation of what Namjοon could do, but he avoids Hοseok's crotch, and he stops by the edge of the bed until he can circle his hand around hοseok’s ankles and pull his socks away. It makes Hοseok giggle.

Namjοon does everything carefully and tenderly; he leaves a kiss on Hοseok’s ankle before glancing at him and saying, "you have pretty ankles."

Now, Hοseok laughs. "Is that all you're going to say? I'm like this, and your first comment is about my ankles? Really?"

Namjοon shrugs, and he moves to the other sock, leaving a kiss on hοseok’s ankle before returning to him. "What can I do? You have pretty ankles."

Hοseok can feel all of Namjοon's clothed body pressing against his naked skin. "Just pretty ankles? Nothing else is pretty?"

Hοseok dares pouting, but it doesn't last too long because Namjοon is soon pressing their lips together. "You're pretty everywhere, Hοseok."

"Everywhere?" Hοseok smiles against Namjoon's lips, and he feels a hand moving to his naked waist.

"Every single inch of you."

Hοseok quite likes the sound of that, and he leans in for another kiss because Namjοon doesn't need to say more than that. They share another heated kiss, lustful yet tender, and when Hοseok spreads his legs again, he looks at Namjοon and scrunches the fabric of his shirt.

“Namjοon, you’re-” Hοseok is starting to feel very hot and bothered. "Take this off, too."

But Namjοon shakes his head, and he kisses Hοseok's lips. “I’d like to stay like this. Is that okay?” Hοseok wants to see him shirtless, curious about the muscles underneath his shirt.

But at the same time, Hοseok quite likes being naked while Namjοon is fully clothed. He can't begin to explain it, but it makes him feel good, and it makes him even hornier. “It’s okay.” Namjοon smirks -understanding Hοseok's thoughts- before leaving a peck on his lips.

“You’re loose, Hοseok?” Namjοon asks between kisses.

Hοseok nods shyly. “I touched myself yesterday before going to the airport for you.”

“Mmh.” It’s endearing how Namjοon bites his lower lip not to smile too widely. "Perhaps you were expecting we'd end like this yesterday?"

“It’s good to know you stretched for me-"

"I didn't do it for you!" Hοseok complains. "I was just tired."

Namjοon ignores him and squeezes his hand, making Hοseok close his eyes and let out a low moan, Namjοon's hand is big, and Hοseok feels very sensitive right now.

“It’s good to know you stretched for me," Namjοon repeats. "But I’m going to prepare you, either way. Since we're using the toys." Hοseok gulps once he remembers what they're planning to do, feeling warmer and warmer. "Okay, baby?” Hοseok nods. “Where do you keep the lube?”

Hοseok doesn’t answer; he moves his head aside and tries to reach his bedside table even if it's far away; he gives up and then just gestures to the drawer. Namjοon understands, though, and moves from between Hοseok's legs to get close to the table, leaving Hοseok on the bed.

It makes him feel self-conscious to be fully naked on the mattress while Namjοon moves around the room; he's about to have sex with Namjοon when Namjοon hasn't been home for twenty-four hours. But now that they're in this position, Hοseok doesn't think he can wait for more.

Namjοon searches for it and then pulls out a bottle of lube from between Hοseok’s colognes. "Condoms?"

"In there too." Namjοon glances at Hοseok with raised eyebrows, and Hοseok snorts. "I don't use them with anyone. I just use them on my favorite toy- it's easier to clean."

"This on your favorite toy?" Namjοon hums lowly before their eyes meet. He grabs the box of condoms and throws them on the bed. "Guess we'll use that toy on you today." He makes his way back over to Hοseok, getting in between Hοseok's legs and pushing Hοseok's knee to his chest.

“Are you ready?” Namjοon asks, slipping a hand into Hοseok’s red hair, soothing him before gently nibbling on his ear. All the attention makes Hοseok feel dizzy but in the best of ways.

“Mmm, yeah.” Hοseok whispers. With the consent, Namjοon pours lube on his fingers.

When Namjοon presses his index finger inside of him, Hοseok closes his eyes. He can feel Namjοon stretching him with care, distracting him with the kisses on his neck. He's gentle, and Hοseok appreciates it, but he can handle more than that. He wants more than that.

Namjοon is hovering over him, and he smells good, and he's making Hοseok feel good. “You can add one m-more-” Hοseok stutters against Namjοon's hair. Namjοon doesn't need convincing; he only moves to pour more lube on his hand before sliding a second finger inside of Hοseok.

He presses those fingers deep, prying Hοseok open, and the stretch burns good. Hοseok can't stay still at the pleasure, so he buries his face into the pillows next to him, and he lets go of Namjοon's shoulder so he can grip tightly onto the sheets when Namjοon pulls out.

He thrusts his fingers inside and continues with that movement, fucking Hοseok open at a slow pace. At least, the pillow muffles Hοseok's moans as Namjοon moves his hand faster. “You sound even better in person," Namjοon admits with a whisper. "So perfect for me, baby."

It's simple, but it's effective. Hοseok squeezes his legs at the words, and Namjοon continues talking. “I couldn’t believe those sounds when I heard them on the phone. Couldn't stop thinking about getting here and fucking those moans out of you.”

Hοseok whines at the confession.

“You sound so needy. I should take my time with you so I can hear you moan like that for longer.” Between the rapid and shorts thrusts inside of him, Hοseok manages to glance at Namjοon, and probably his expression makes Namjοon wonder. “Why don't you show me your favorite toy?"

Hοseok looks at the box, and he tries to reach it, but with Namjοon hovering over him, it's hard to move. Namjοon pulls his fingers out before he opens the lid of the box again, and he peeps inside. "I'll guess." It's not a difficult guess, but Hοseok still whines ashamed.

A good kind of a shame, the embarrassment that makes his toes curl and his cheeks go warm. "This?" Namjοon wonders with the right toy in his hand. Hοseok nods, unable to speak. "It's big."

"I like feeling full." And Namjοon smirks at that answer.

"Of course you do."

“Let's play a little.”

Heat coils on Hοseok’s stomach, inpatient for more. “On my knees?”

Namjοon takes a second to consider. “No, I wanna see your face.” Namjοon presses Hοseok’s knees to his chest harder, making him spread wider and making the muscle from his thighs burn.

Namjοon doesn't lose time. He puts a condom on the toy as Hοseok said he does, and he positions the toy to his entrance, and after kissing Hοseok's lips, he pushes it in with one swift move. Hοseok moans at the sudden stretch, and he tries to adjust to the feeling of the toy.

He’s used it more than he would like to admit, so he just moans at the feeling. Namjοon starts pulling it out slowly, teasing Hοseok, pulling a small whine out of his mouth. The sensation of the toy dragging out of him feels too good, and Hοseok can only ask for more.

Namjοon pushes it back in forcefully and then repeats the action a few times, watching how Hοseok arches his back with every thrust. “You’re so fucking hot,” Namjοon murmurs before caressing Hοseok’s skin, from his hips to his thighs. Hοseok can't help but moan loudly.

He loves feeling Namjοon’s hands on him, feeling Namjοon opening him wider with the toy, fucking him hard. Namjοon pushes and pulls the toy in and out quickly, and Hοseok closes his eyes and squeezes his legs out of pleasure. “You like this that much? This silicone toy?”

Namjon adjusts the movements of his hands with his questions, fucking the toy in and out vigorously. “You were fucking yourself with this while I was gone?”

It's embarrassing to admit, but Hοseok has to answer to him. “Yes, yes!”

“Did it satisfy you?”

“You were away.”

Namjοon likes that answer; with his free hand, he grips Hοseok's knee tighter, and he tries to reach deeper inside of him. “Mmh. Did you think of me while fucking yourself open?”

Hοseok can't look at him in the eye. “Yes!”

“Did you wish it was my cock filling you instead?”

Hοseok is frustrated when he answers. “Yes! Yes!” But it only seems to amuse Namjοon. The tip of hοseok’s cock is red, and out of frustration, he snakes one hand down and wraps it around the base, tugging hard because he wants to push himself close to an orgasm.

Namjοon continues sliding the dildo in and out Hοseok’s rim at a brutal pace while watching him touch himself. "I wanna see you come. Hurry, I wanna see you."

Hοseok doesn’t think he has moaned as loud in a long time, and his whines only seemed to encourage Namjοon.

“Ah— Namjοon," hοseok sobs. "I- I can’t. It feels so— good.” He sputters, tongue heavy and useless, as he rocks his hips into his fist and the toy shoved inside of him. Namjοon isn't even the one inside him, but he is fucking Hοseok so good. In a way, Hοseok has only fantasized.

“Come on, baby, come for me," Namjοon leans over Hoseok’s body, whispering in his ear. "You look so beautiful like this.” He kisses the shell of Hοseok's ear. Their chests stay press together while Namjοon whispers sweet nothings laced with dirty words into his ear.

Hοseok wants to cum, just like Namjοon is asking him to do, but he can’t. “I want you,” Hοseok whines. “I want you. I want to come from your cock.”

Those seem to be the words Namjοon needed to hear because he hurries to pull the toy out and throw it on the bed.

"Okay, okay. Give me a second— wait," a flustered Namjοon reaches for the lube and a condom, and before Hοseok can ask him to hurry, he aligns himself to Hοseok's entrance, pushing in slowly once their eyes meet and Hοseok nods one more time, pleading for him.

It's fast and wet and messy, but it's so much better than the toy, better than anything. Once he’s settled deep inside of Hοseok, his thrusts began to deepen, aiming for that spot inside of him. Hοseok gasps when Namjοon rubs right where he needs him. Once. Twice.

Hοseok shuts his eyes forcefully, opening his mouth for a weak moan to escape. It had been so long since he felt this good, and Namjοon continues fucking him. “Right there, Joon!" he cries. "Don’t—don't stop! Fuck me.” He chokes out another series of pleading sobs.

Hοseok flicks his wrists, quickening the pace at which he is touching his cock to go over the edge. “Right there, baby?" Namjοon groans hoarsely. "You’re close? You’re going to come?” Namjοon speaks into Hοseok’s ear, continuously hitting that same spot deep inside of him.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin, the squelching of lube, and the different moans fill the room, and it's obscene and desperate and good. Namjοon trails his hands up Hοseok's chest and only stops to twist Hοseok’s nipple, causing Hοseok to let out a needy moan.

“I’m close!” Hοseok whines, eyes squeezed tight. Namjοon returns his hand to Hοseok's knee, pushing Hοseok's legs flush against his chest, bending him even more. Hi muscle aches, but in this position, namjοon can thrust his cock deeper inside of him.

“Come on, come on."

Hοseok spills between them while Namjοon whispers against his ear, cum landing on his lower stomach and down his hand. Legs aching but feeling good because Namjοon's body is pressed to his, holding him and still buried deep inside him as he should have been months ago.

It takes Hοseok some seconds to catch his breath, body spent and legs squeezed tight. Namjοon is touching his face, tender after giving it hard. “You haven’t finished,” Hοseok murmurs. “Don’t pull out.” Namjοon looks at him. “Keep going. Until you cum.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. You can keep-” Hοseok moves his free hand to Namjοon's hips, guiding him deeper inside of him.

“Like this?" Hοseok moans when Namjοon thrusts inside him, rolling his hips slowly, probably to be careful with oversensitivity.

“Any way you want. Just use me."

"Fuck."

Namjοon circles his arms around Hοseok’s waist before lifting him, so their chests press together. He has to pull out to change positions, but it doesn’t matter because, in no time, Namjοon is shoved once again deep within hοseok, but now Hοseok wraps his legs around Namjοon.

Slotted together, Hοseok tilts his head, lips meeting Namjοon’s in a heated kiss, as his whole body rocks with the roll of Namjοon’s hips. It's not long before Namjοon spills inside of the condom while still fucking Hοseok, biting Hοseok’s shoulder to swallow his moans.

Hοseok’s legs quiver when he feels Namjοon come; he clenches around him, helping him through his orgasm. Namjοon shudders out a choked sob of pleasure, his eyes closed. And they stay still, breathing into the other's mouth, still linked together and flushed all over.

"A lot," Hοseok concludes once he starts to feel sticky.

"I'm going to pull out, wait for a second," Namjοon tries to soothe him, kisses on his cheeks and Hοseok returns every single one of them on Namjοon's face. With a smile and slowly, namjοon pulls his cock out of him.

Hοseok’s feels sensitive and tired, and he wants Namjοon to hold him but not to sound needy; he keeps quiet. Namjοon lays them down on the bed after tying a knot on the used condom, and Hοseok gives up and pulls Namjοon into his chest, needing to have him close.

“Hey,” Namjοon gently combs through Hοseok’s hair, amused by the clingy reaction perhaps. “I'm tired, but hat was good, right?" Namjοon whispers before kissing Hoseok’s lips. Hoseok nods. “You’re so good,” Namjοon adds in a murmur before Hοseok melts into Namjοon’s embrace.

"What do you think now?"

"That I'm not leaving this bed until I get back all the time you weren't here with me." Namjoon laughs, and he hugs Hoseok closer to him, burying his face in Hoseok's neck. "And that we need to go through that box together. One by one."

Namjoon looks up, to meet gazes. "Would you believe me if I said that I was thinking exactly the same?"

"Of course I believe it; I can see it in your face." Namjoon smiles widely, and Hoseok has to smile widely too because it's contagious and he's happy, and he's in love.

"What is it? You can see in my face that I'm some kind of sex freak?"

Now it's Hoseok who laughs. "Sex freak? Come on, it was good but not freak level-"

Namjoon moves his hands next to Hoseok's head and lifts himself up, hovering over him. "Are you testing me?"

Hoseok bites his lower lip. "I mean, I wouldn't mind something freakier than just now," Hoseok giggles at his own words.

"Oh, you want something harder than-" Namjoon gestures between them.

"I can handle it," Hoseok replies.

"Right now?" Namjoon raises an eyebrow.

"No! Not right now," Hoseok shakes his head quickly; he feels a pink flush spreading through his face and neck. "Just- some time." Namjoon nods. "Right now, I just want cuddles."

"I can give cuddles."

"Do you want cuddles too?"

"I most definitely want all the cuddles."

Namjoon plops down on Hoseok's body, crashing him with his weight, and Hoseok shrieks and laughs. At this moment, so loving and warm and normal, Hoseok doesn't have time to care about the past or compare or feel guilt. He just shares a kiss with Namjoon on their bed.

>the end<

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