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Everything was warm. Much warmer than when Namjoon had gone to sleep. Everything was also soft. Much softer than Namjoon remembered it being last night.

His arms closed around the softness all on their own, wanting to feel it closely. His brain still pleasantly floating in the realm between sleep and wakefulness.

A soft, sleepy sound responded to his action. A soft, sleepy, human sound.

Namjoon inhaled a lungful. His bleary thoughts made space for excitement, pulling him more and more towards wakefulness. It was Namjoon's shampoo, his bodywash. Underneath them, however, was the scent of someone else.

Namjoon opened his eyes.

Everything had gone back to its former tranquil silence, the AC's low thrumming and the soft breathing of the people in bed the only sounds in the room. Because Namjoon was not the only one in the bed, unlike last night.

There was a person in his arms.

Facing away from him, sleeping soundly. His face absolutely still. Namjoon had an arm around him, the other trapped under him. He leaned back from where he had been nuzzled into this intruder's shoulder.

A suitcase stood beyond the bed, neatly placed in a small nook beside Namjoon's desk. A white and grey striped pillow sat against the still extended handle. A small backpack sat on the desk.

It was remarkable how Namjoon had stayed asleep during the intrusion. But then again, this intruder was very adept at staying quiet. 

It wasn't like this was Namjoon's first time having a boyfriend. He'd had many boyfriends. But he'd never had one who was quite this cute. None who got off long haul flights and came straight to him, showering in his apartment quietly and then climbing into his arms without waking him.

Namjoon slid his hand down Seokjin's arm until he got to his hand. Linking their fingers together did not wake him up. It wasn't a novel concept, touching another human being but a thrill ran through Namjoon all the same, holding Seokjin's soft, small hand in his. It thrilled him endlessly to hold all of Seokjin, close, away from the world.

Namjoon pressed his nose back to Seokjin's shoulder and contemplated his options. He could burrow back in and sleep some more. But he would only be able to steal a couple of hours before his alarm. He also absolutely could not go to work for nine hours without seeing Seokjin awake.

Namjoon decided to forego sleep.

He used his conveniently placed arms, and this time with full intention, squished his boyfriend.

Seokjin woke up immediately, his fingers flexing in Namjoon's hand. He groaned into the pillow under him, his limbs stretching in every direction. Like an annoyed little kitten. He didn't let go of Namjoon's hand.

When he looked over his shoulder the slight turn brought them nose to nose. Namjoon pulled him a little closer still. Seokjin smiled.

"Hey."

"Hey baby."

When Seokjin turned around fully, Namjoon drank in the sight of him. Skin, smooth and soft looking as ever. Pink dusting the apples of his cheeks. Eyes, a little droopy but so, so beautiful. Lips flushed a darker pink and a little swollen from sleep. The prettiest thing Namjoon had ever seen.

"TV's biggest heartthrob Kim Seokjin in my bed. This is like my favorite wet dream," He teased, instead of saying what he wanted to say.

I missed you. I missed you. I missed you.

Seokjin laughed, eyes crinkling prettily, ears turning red against the canvas of his fair skin. He shoved Namjoon's shoulder lightly, undermining it immediately after by leaning in and resting his forehead against it.

Namjoon snuck a hand under the sweatshirt Seokjin had seemingly borrowed from his wardrobe. Seokjin sighed against him, hand closing into a fist against his chest. His skin was warm under Namjoon's fingertips. Warm and soft.

"How was your flight?" He asked.

"Long," Seokjin answered. He always sounded the same way when he was sleepy. Softer, younger, slower. "I tried to watch the movie you recommended," He added.

"Yeah?" Namjoon prompted. This was so much nicer than talking to him on the phone. Even if Namjoon had taken most of those calls from this same bed, the time zones making it hard to catch Seokjin in the Korean daytime. Now he could feel every little muscle Seokjin shifted against him, could feel his heartbeat thudding faintly.

"But Jaehyun kept interrupting me to talk so I gave up on it."

"Someone must've told him how much you love talking."

"He's so annoying," Seokjin grumbled and Namjoon laughed. He felt Seokjin's lips turn up in a smile against him.

For a few long moments they laid there, not saying anything. Namjoon marvelled at how good it felt to hold Seokjin, how much he'd missed it. He kept running his fingertips along Seokjin's waist. Then he idly kissed Seokjin's ear.

The soft sound it elicited was nothing more than an exhale, yet it slipped right under Namjoon's skin. It pulsed there, egging him on. He licked the shell of Seokjin's ear. Seokjin's fist curled around his t-shirt, his toes curling against Namjoon's ankle.

Namjoon suckled on Seokjin's earlobe, his skin heating up under Namjoon's fingers.

"Joon-ah," He breathed, squirming impossibly closer. The sound travelled straight to Namjoon's dick. He let Seokjin's ear go with a tug. The smallest of 'ah's escaped Seokjin.

"You wanna go baby?" Namjoon asked. He pushed Seokjin lightly, and he disentangled, leaning back to look into Namjoon's eyes.

The look of helpless desire that clouded his beautiful eyes as he nodded was the last thing Namjoon wanted to see before he died.

They kissed slowly, Seokjin rolling onto his back, letting Namjoon get between his legs, all the while their lips moved against each other. Namjoon tasted Seokjin's plush mouth, that always tasted like cherries and always fell open for Namjoon so easily. So beautifully. Namjoon leaned back, a hair's breadth, and Seokjin's tongue followed. Namjoon licked it, then sucked it into his mouth.

The sweatpants slid down Seokjin's legs easily, too big for him. He arched off the bed, moaning sweetly, helplessly as Namjoon pressed two fingers into him. He flung one sweatshirt clad arm over his face, covering his mouth. All these months and still this man didn't stop being shy about his pleasure.

Namjoon let him hide for a moment, pumping his fingers, finding Seokjin's pleasure easily. He shivered all over as Namjoon brushed his prostate. Namjoon pulled his arm off his face and pulled him into a kiss.

"Good?" He asked against Seokjin's open mouth. Seokjin moaned, eyes fluttering shut, long eyelashes casting shadows on his flushed cheeks. "That a yes?" Namjoon asked again, pressing his lips to Seokjin's chin. Behind him he could feel Seokjin's legs squirming. He was radiating heat. He nodded, opening his eyes to stare into Namjoon's.

Namjoon pressed a third finger into Seokjin and watched him fall apart under him. He gasped, his hand clutching onto Namjoon's arm as if torn between pulling it out or pushing it deeper. His beautiful black hair was spread onto his pillow, the color high on his cheeks.

The whole world knew that Seokjin blushed easily. Namjoon had known that before he’d met the man. Nothing could have prepared him for how gut punching-ly beautiful that blush looked when Seokjin was lost in his pleasure, moaning and arching with every pump of Namjoon's fingers in him.

Namjoon kept pumping, kept fucking Seokjin with three fingers. Outside, the city was awake and faint sounds of traffic and people filtered in through the windows.

The world could move on without them. Namjoon didn't care for it, not right now, not when he was so close to bringing Seokjin to orgasm. "Touch yourself," He whispered and pulled Seokjin's hand off himself and down to his flushed red, hard dick. He wrapped his hand around it, tried to match Namjoon's rhythm but his hands were shaking too much, and he kept losing it whenever Namjoon rammed into his prostate too hard.

"Let me help baby," he said and wrapped his own free hand over Seokjin's, guiding his movement. He licked Seokjin's ear again.

"Ah!" Seokjin jerked and threw his head to the left, and Namjoon latched onto his ear, sucking a kiss over it, then licking it again. Seokjin whimpered, getting redder, panting harder, his eyes squeezed shut as Namjoon fingered him, stroked him, pushed all his buttons. He was letting Namjoon play with his body, do as he pleased, and Namjoon was so, so turned on, desire and want running in his veins in place of blood.

Seokjin's orgasm hit him all at once, his free hand flying to Namjoon's wrist that was fingering him as he came all over their other hands, entire body spasming.

Seokjin was all gentle sighs and soft lips as he came down from his orgasm. He let Namjoon wipe both their hands on the sheet, let him kiss his lips, let him absolutely devour his mouth. Content to just throw both arms around Namjoon's neck and hold him close.

"I wish you could see how pretty you are right now," Namjoon whispered into the space between their lips, barely an inch apart, breathing in each other's faces. Seokjin smiled, fingers running in Namjoon's hair at the back of his head.

"I feel very pretty," He answered and leaned up to kiss Namjoon, not interested in talking, a lot more interested in kissing and being kissed.

"Do you have some time Namjoonie?" Seokjin asked breaking their one millionth kiss of the morning. He pulled his arms back, cupped Namjoon's face.

"For?" Namjoon asked back. Seokjin swallowed, looking everywhere but in Namjoon's eyes.

"Fucking me," He mumbled more than said. He used a finger to lift Seokjin's face up.

"What, one orgasm isn't enough for you?" He asked, leaning in closer. Seokjin shook his head. Namjoon kissed him, hard. "I have time," he said, without so much as glancing at a clock. He pulled Seokjin's sweatshirt over his head. Then he flipped Seokjin over.

Sinking inch by inch into Seokjin made the coil in Namjoon's belly pull impossibly tighter. He groaned, closed his eyes. Bracing both hands on the mattress, he anchored himself, then slid all the way in.

It knocked a choked sound out of Seokjin. Namjoon could hardly believe his luck. He had Seokjin under him, the broad expanse of his back, tapering down to his dainty waist, below which Namjoon was buried in him. His hands were clenched into the pillow under him. Namjoon leaned over, pressed his front to Seokjin's back. Kissed his shoulder. "Okay baby?" He asked, sounding wrecked to his own ears.

Seokjin turned his head to the side, their eyes meeting. He nodded. Namjoon kissed the corner of his mouth, then his temple. Then finally, finally he rolled his hips.

He felt the shudder that ran through Seokjin as if it were his own body. He ran his hands down Seokjin's arms, his skin heated, a little sweat slick, down to his hands and intertwined them. Namjoon pressed his forehead between Seokjin's shoulder blades, breathed in the scent that always lingered on his skin. Oh, to be one of a handful of people alive who knew what Seokjin's skin smelled like, what he sounded like when pleasure ran over him, what it felt like to be enveloped in his tight heat.

He tightened his grip on Seokjin's hands, a wild possessive streak running in him. He kissed his nape as he began rolling his hips, fucking Seokjin like he had so sweetly requested.

"Fuck baby," Namjoon groaned, when he found his rhythm and the exact angle that had Seokjin clenching around him. "There?" He asked, breathless, the question rhetoric. Seokjin nodded underneath him, his words lost as he moaned with Namjoon's thrust, his fingers helplessly flexing in Namjoon's hand. Two entire weeks he had gone without this. Namjoon had been single for longer than that, but ever since he got a taste for fucking into Seokjin, how his beautiful body bloomed for him, more open with every thrust, the distance had been impossible.

Now he found himself unable to hold back, hips pistoning, the tranquillity of their surroundings ruined by the filthy sound of his hips ramming into Seokjin and his choked, breathy moans. The pressure around his dick was mind-numbing, the coil in his groin painful. He let Seokjin's hands go and leaned off him.

He sat back, pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it mindlessly aside. Cool winter air hit his sweat covered body as he quickly grabbed Seokjin's hips and lifted them off the bed. It wrenched Seokjin off too, his mouth free of the pillow muffling him and his gasp rang out in the room, loud and delicious. He put his face in the crook of his elbows as Namjoon began to chase his orgasm, pulling him onto his cock with a need so intense it was making him throb.

"Can't believe we lost so much time," Namjoon rasped, watching his dick disappear into Seokjin again and again, spurring him on, making his balls draw tight, making him go harder. "We were made to fuck each other. No one has ever felt this good to me," Namjoon blabbered, thrusting into him so hard he whimpered. His skin was turning bright pink under Namjoon's grip, the marks of his fingers were going to linger there for hours. He always marked so easily, his pale, soft skin a canvas for Namjoon to paint. His handiwork there for him to see every time he stripped Seokjin naked. 

Sweat was rolling down his back, the pleasure had spread to every fibre of his being and Seokjin was moaning like it was all his mouth knew how to do. Namjoon cursed, rammed into Seokjin so hard they slid back to be flush against the silk bed sheets, and spilled inside him.

Namjoon's orgasm hit him in waves, consciousness returning a little more every time more pleasure washed over him. He realized he was riding it out, rolling his hips lazily, spilling more. Seokjin's heavy breathing was in his ear, punctuated by small tremors as Namjoon dragged along his walls.

He pulled out, flipping Seokjin on his back without wasting a single second and kissing his lips. Seokjin's hands shook as they travelled over Namjoon's neck to cup his nape. His mouth fell open with the gentlest of tugs and he let Namjoon's tongue taste him, all resistance fucked out of him.

They broke apart and Namjoon pushed Seokjin's hair off his face, the sweat making them stay off. He cupped Seokjin's face with one hand, his thumb brushing his red, bitten mouth. "You can give me one more, right?" Namjoon asked, Seokjin's hard again dick an answer in itself as it poked his abdomen. It still undid him, the completely open, full of abandon look Seokjin hit him with as he nodded, already red cheeks somehow turning more crimson.

"Yeah?" Namjoon urged, reaching between Seokjin's legs. He pressed two fingers against Seokjin's messy entrance. "Won't take much, will it?" He rubbed his fingers in circles, Seokjin's thighs clamping. "You're already leaking baby," He taunted, and Seokjin closed his eyes, throwing his head to the side. The blush travelled down to his chest.

Namjoon grabbed his thighs and pushed them apart. The slide back in was wet and easy. Seokjin arched off the bed, his hands slipping on Namjoon's back, finding no purchase. Namjoon braced himself with one elbow by Seokjin's head and guided one of his legs around his waist. Then he thrusted. And Seokjin choked on a sob.

"I could do this all day," Namjoon mumbled into the warm crook of Seokjin's neck. "Keep you in bed, fuck you over and over again. Make you lose count of how much you came." The filth ran down Seokjin's ears and curled his toes. He was moaning with every roll of Namjoon's hips, the new angle hitting his prostate, making him shiver.

"Would you let me baby?" He raised his head to look at Seokjin. "Would you let me in, again and again?" He grabbed Seokjin's chin.

"Yes," He whimpered, arching under Namjoon, clawing at his back. He was losing his mind to the pleasure and Namjoon kissed him, messily, but hard. "Touch me Joon-ah," He begged, tearing away from Namjoon's mouth, tangling his hands in Namjoon's hair. "Please, please, make me come, please," He blabbered, gasping when Namjoon wrapped a hand around his leaky, flushed cock and began pumping it.

Seokjin's grip in Namjoon's hair turned painfully hard. Their foreheads were pressed together, and Namjoon drank in the sight of Seokjin on the brink of orgasm, mouth panting, eyes clenched shut, radiating heat. "Come on," Namjoon urged, pumping him faster, fucking him harder. "Come on my cock like a good little superstar." Namjoon felt him clench, felt a tug to his hair and then Seokjin was spilling, come rolling down his shaft and Namjoon's hand as he spasmed in Namjoon's arms.

Namjoon pulled out and got off Seokjin, tumbling onto the un-sexed side of the bed, with zero grace. He pulled Seokjin's hand with him and kissed his knuckles. Seokjin was taking long, shuddery breaths, eyes still closed but not clenched, his chest rising and falling, the blush creeping back up.

Sunlight shone into the room fully now, the curtains no match for it. It was a cold, but clear day then. It bathed Seokjin, the fluttering curtains casting shadows on his chest. Namjoon was so enraptured he only registered Seokjin's gaze on him when his torso moved. Seokjin had turned on his side. He pulled on the hand Namjoon was holding, in a silent request. So he slid closer, propping an elbow up.

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" Seokjin teased, shivering slightly as Namjoon cupped his face. Namjoon shrugged.

"It gets you going."

"Unfortunately," Seokjin agreed, surging up to kiss Namjoon. He dragged Namjoon down with him, and Namjoon went easily, planting soft kisses against his soft lips, then on his nose. He knew so much. About a person who kept all aspects of his life strictly guarded, had entire teams working to achieve privacy for him. It wasn't lost on Namjoon, how few people Seokjin trusted, how rare it was for him to give access to himself to anyone. It was precious that he'd chosen to give it to Namjoon.

Yawns began interrupting their kisses soon enough, and finally, finally Namjoon's phone began vibrating with his alarm on the nightstand. "Help me clean up, please," Seokjin requested, muffling a yawn in Namjoon's shoulder. As if Namjoon was ever going to leave without tucking him in.

It was still new though, what they had, so Namjoon let it be. Pulled Seokjin up and helped his droopy boyfriend cleanup and re-dress.

"I'm gonna sleep the best sleep of my god damn life," Seokjin announced, slipping into the unsexed part of the bed and hugging Namjoon's pillow. Namjoon laughed, more endeared than he thought was possible in this day and age. On top of everything else, Seokjin was so gosh darned cute. Namjoon ran the backs of his fingers against his perpetually blushy cheek. "Probably still going to be asleep when you get back. Is that okay?" Seokjin asked.

It was still new. For Seokjin especially. Namjoon smiled. "Of course baby," He replied. Small things like being called baby made Seokjin shy, like right now, he burrowed into the pillow some more, pulling his sweatshirt covered fist in front of his face. Namjoon moved his hand to Seokjin's back, rubbing it up and down. "You have some days off?" He asked.

"Yeah, two." Seokjin answered, eyes opening less and less with each blink.

"Stay here then. For two days," Namjoon offered. They spent most of their time at Namjoon's, the fear of paparazzi making Seokjin's apartment too much work. It already felt too empty here without Seokjin. Which was insane since Namjoon had been living here alone for two years before this.

"Really?" Seokjin almost whispered. Namjoon nodded.

"Really."

"Did you miss me, Joonie?" Seokjin asked next. Namjoon laughed a little, feeling nerves creep up. Ever since they got together, Namjoon had been trying to play it cool. He was dating a celebrity. Seokjin probably met more cool people in one day then Namjoon did in a week. He had to stay on his game. Non-celebrity Seokjin made it really fucking hard though. When he looked up at Namjoon, bundled into his bed, in his clothes, barely awake, with a glimmer in his eyes.

"Yeah. A lot," He answered honestly. Seokjin smiled, closing his eyes.

"I missed you too," He echoed. Namjoon sat there rubbing his back until his breathing evened out, and then some more, wondering how on earth he got so lucky.

Funny how one party could change your life, Namjoon thought as he brushed his teeth. One party months ago, where Namjoon had gone because Hoseok had thrown it, and the bestie code meant he had to attend. Seokjin had gone because his cast members had insisted he have some fun. Namjoon had been so starstruck and tried so hard not to show it. Seokjin had been nervous, because parties were not his strong suit.

The air had fizzled around them as they talked. Seokjin, as it turned out, was effortlessly funny, a great listener and so, so much more beautiful in person than he was on screen.

I haven't done this a lot, he’d said when they'd ended up back at Namjoon's. Namjoon sneaked a glance at the sleeping form of him now, in his dresser mirror as he shrugged on his suit jacket and wore perfume.

I haven't done this a lot. He had said it again when Namjoon had asked him out.

Hopefully you won't have to do it again with anyone new, Namjoon had said. At the time, it had been a line. Today, as Namjoon crouched by the bed, fully dressed, he meant it.

He kissed Seokjin's forehead. "Bye, baby," Namjoon whispered and then set off to work, a whole one hour late, turning the heating up a notch as he went.