Summary:

Namjoon and Seokjin get along pretty good. They hang out at school and are friends with the same people. Besides all that, they never really met up after school. Until this one day. Namjoon invited Hoseok over, who wanted to bring a friend along. That friend being Seokjin. Not long after arriving at Namjoon's and Hoseok stands up, leaving Seokjin and his secret crush alone.

Top: Namjoon
Bottom: Seokjin

Let's go:

"Make yourselves at home," Namjoon says, gesturing for Hoseok and Seokjin to enter as he holds the door open. "Do you want something to drink or some snacks maybe?" Both, Hoseok and Seokjin, just shake their heads.

His room isn't the cleanest but both Namjoon's classmates don't really mind, their rooms aren't any better. It's the first time for Seokjin seeing it though, yet he really likes the room. The door is right in the corner of the room. Next to the door, at it's left, there is a rather huge closet while the bed is right in front of the entrance of the room in the other corner. There's a big window on the left wall with Namjoon's desk right beneath it. A few posters are taped against the wall next to the bed.

Actually, Namjoon only asked Hoseok to come over after school, but the elder asked if he could bring a friend. And who is Namjoon to say no? His parents can't stop him from bringing friends over, seeing as they're working most of the time.

The eldest of them, Seokjin, makes himself comfortable on the bed, leaning his back against the headboard. While Namjoon goes to sit on his chair, Hoseok just sits next to the bed, legs crisscrossed as his back rests against the bed frame.

It doesn't take long until Hoseok stands up again, looking at his phone intently. "Fuck, gotta go, guys. My lil brother needs help," he says, cutting the conversation they just had.

"Your 'lil brother'?" Namjoon asks, not understanding what he's talking about. But before he gets an answer, the elder is already outside his house, plugging in his headphones as he walks home, grinning knowingly.

Seokjin and Namjoon just look at each other confused. "Since when does he have siblings?"

"He doesn't, he's an only child," Namjoon answers Seokjin's question. After that, it goes silent until the younger speaks up again. "Well, never mind. I'll get something to drink. You too?"

"Just some water, please," Seokjin smiles.

The door almost swings shut. It's too slow to shut completely though, staying slightly ajar.

As soon as he hears Namjoon going down the stairs, he closes his eyes. He lays down on the bed and takes in the sweet, sweet smell of his crush. Never in his life has he thought he'd be able to be in Namjoon's room.

Both his hands slide over the soft bedsheets, his eyes still shut tightly. His mind his going crazy as he can't help but go under in this oh so sweet odor. Imaginations of Namjoon hovering above him and pinning him down on this bed right here start to fill his mind. He imagines Namjoon slowly undressing him, leaving a trail of wet open-mouthed kisses all over his body.

He can already feel the younger's hands touching him, cupping his boner through his jeans and softly massaging him down there. Unfortunately, it's his imagination and his own hand that's trying to get some relief.

Fisting the covers, he arches his back. He keeps his eyes screwed shut, not wanting those beautiful scenarios in his head to ever end. Turning his head to the side, he tries to smell even more of the odor. A quiet moan slips past his lips and his mouth falls open, not even trying to hold all those following small sounds in anymore.

Namjoon, on the other hand, is trying not to fall as he walks upstairs with two glasses - one filled with coke and one with water - and a bowl of chips. Too concentrated on his task he doesn't even mind the whimpering and whining coming from his room all too much.

As he kicks open the door, his eyes never leave the beverages and snacks. He does notice that it's unusual quiet from one to the other moment though. Only when the glasses and the bowl are securely standing on the table, he's ready to look at Seokjin. "Jin, did you-"

The older is sitting on Namjoon's bed, pressing his pillow onto his crotch, desperately trying to cover himself.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing!"

"Sure doesn't look like nothing..."

"Well, but it is nothing."

"Get the pillow off, Jin."

"No!" Seokjin looks at Namjoon wide-eyed, pressing the pillow down even harder to the point that it's hurting.

"Seokjin," the younger says in a warning tone, eyes looking directly into Seokjin's. "Put the pillow back. I don't like secrets, so what are you hiding there?" Namjoon knows very well what Seokjin is hiding, he's not dumb. And even though he loves teasing the older male, he wouldn't want to embarrass him. He'd stop right before Seokjin would be giving in.

"Please, Namjoon," he says pleading, almost whimpering.

"Seokjin." The younger's voice is so low as he speaks slowly, staring down the other male.

It's quiet. They are looking into each other's eyes. The younger's trying not to flesh a grin while the other is trying to hold his gaze.

Namjoon then repeats, "Seokjin," already starting to grin as he's planning on telling the other male that it's completely fine and that he didn't mean what he just said.

Never has he expected that named male is taking the pillow down without saying anything nor adverting his penetrating eyes. He has a full-on view of Jin's crotch. Jeans open, yet nothing's peeking out; just his length is pressing up against the garment, creating a lecherous image. His mouth is hanging open as he looks the other up and down.

Seokjin is turning a bright shade of red and so is Namjoon who's now debating on whether or not he should continue what he had started.

Well, he definitely won't stop now, it's already too late at this point. "That's what I thought. Good boy," he praises, receiving a small 'Thanks.' "And why don't you just lay down and show me what you did just now?"

"Namjoon," the other whines, "Stop embarrassing me... please."

The younger just stares him down, not giving in.

"I don't want you to see me like that." That's a big ass lie right there, ladies and gentlemen.

Namjoon cocks his head to the side, not saying anything as he raises an eyebrow.

The elder looks at him pitiful as he slowly lays down, pulling his legs up onto the bed. As he lays there, he turns his head to the right to look as his classmate. "This is embarrassing..." he whispers.

"Just go ahead, don't mind me." The younger of them steps a little further to the bed and crouches down right next to his head.

That's an actual asshole move. Being on eye-level with the older male who is basically forced to show a fucking vulnerable side of his.

Seokjin stares at the younger male, looking at his face to find any sign that's telling him that this is a joke. But there's nothing like that.

Slowly Seokjin's moving his left hand down to his crotch, just cupping it through the garment. His other hand is gripping onto the bed sheets as his eyes become hooded.

The younger watches intently. He watches the elder's expression, his movements, even the way he's breathing. He notices that Seokjin's breathing is becoming heavier by the second. Gently he places one of his hands on top of his classmate's chest. "Keep going," he whispers, knowing that the younger male would stop right then and there.

The laying teenager looks at Namjoon. He keeps going, starting to massage his dick through his pants. The hand on his chest is causing him to hold his breath though.

"You're allowed to breathe, you know," Namjoon reminds, chuckling under his breath.

It goes silent between them for a minute or two. Seokjin just massages his crotch, eyes hooded as he looks at Namjoon who's softly rubbing his hand over the elder's chest.

Namjoon speaks up though. "Tell me what you thought of when you were doing this earlier."

Seokjin takes a deep breath before answering hesitantly. "You," he says quietly. "I imagined you hovering above me. Staring down at me even." Seokjin closes his eyes as he talks, calling that image back into his mind as he keeps explaining. "Undressing me and covering my body with kisses," he mumbles, inhaling deeply afterwards. Namjoon's cologne is surrounding him.

The younger male's hand moves down as well, creeping down to the rim of his shirt. Slowly he pulls it further up, revealing more and more skin by the second. His fingers are gracing Seokjin's soft flesh gently, making said boy's breath hitch. A slightly smirk tugs on Namjoon's lips. His fingers slide up his torso, soon reaching his chest area as the younger male starts touching and twisting his nipples.

Seokjin archs his back, trying to get more of the other male's touch. He has to realize that Namjoon's fingers are going down again, gently sliding across his torso once again. Until they reach the rim of his boxershorts. Namjoon's fingers stop there, fingertips just holding still. "Go ahead," the older male mumbles.

The younger's eyebrows raise a little, he didn't expect that, to be honest, though he keeps going nevertheless. He pushes his fingers underneath the garment, gracing the shaved skin before reaching Seokjin's cock. The older's breath hitches as he looks down to where Namjoon's hand is. His hand is laying there motionless, just resting.

Namjoon wants Seokjin, who's biting his bottom lip, to tell him what to do, he wants to listen to his slightly whimpering voice. So he keeps his hand still, patiently waiting.

"Touch," Jin mumbles, "Touch me more, kiss me, my body, my stomach, my chest, my neck." He probably doesn't even get what's going on anymore. His mind is clouded and he can't think straight.

No more needed than that. Namjoon takes Seokjin's shaft into his hand, starting to slowly jerk him off, watching his expression throughout the whole process. There isn't that much room inside his pants though, so the younger male soon pulls hand back out.

The first thought that pops up into the elder's head is that he himself isn't good enough and that his dick isn't right size and his body isn't Namjoon's type and that he fucked everything up just now.

Namjoon, on the other hand, stands up before pulling the other's pants down along with his boxershorts, undressing him without even thinking about actually. But Jesus Christ, he fucking loves the view. As soon as most of Seokjin's garment is laying on the floor, Namjoon spreads his legs and sits in-between them.

That action alone makes Seokjin's mind go blank and forget everything he just thought of right away.

Both the younger's hands find their places on Seokjin's thighs. One stays there while the other gently moves over the skin before reaching his dick once again. He watches Seokjin bite his bottom lip as he starts to moves his hand leisurely.

Their eyes then meet and they look at each other intently. Suddenly it's only the two of them that matter. There is nothing and no one else that could destroy what's going on right now.

Swiftly Namjoon leans down, kissing Seokjin's torso. Wet kisses are placed right in the middle of his stomach, before long starting to go further up. The hand that was placed on Seokjin's thigh is now steadying Namjoon as he leans over the other male. The other hand keeps jacking him off. Once the younger male reaches the shirt that is pushed up high, he raises his head just slightly. He looks at Seokjin, moving higher so that he soon is looking down right into Seokjin's eyes.

The older male is looking up at Namjoon with hooded eyes. And fuck, he wants him so bad right now. Probably without really noticing it, Seokjin jerks his hips up, trying to get even more friction besides Namjoon's hand.

The younger then takes his hand away, a slight smirk appearing on his lips. He then pushes his hips down against Seokjin's, rubbing against him.

Seokjin didn't expect that and at an instant he screws his eyes shut, arches his back while pushing his head back into the pillow, enjoying the feeling of Namjoon rubbing his hard-on against his to the fullest.

The slightly moan that escaped Seokjin's mouth made Namjoon's dick twitch in his pants and he really has to hold back from just pulling his pants down and fucking Seokjin right then and there without showing any merci at all.

Yet Seokjin has other plans. "Please just fuck me already," he says frankly, opening his eyes to look at the other male as he says that, watching his reaction.

And with just that one sentence Namjoon's restraint is gone. His breath goes heavy as he sits up once again. He takes his shirt off, throwing it into the room without caring where the fuck it lands and then opens his pants, pulling them down just enough so he could take his twitching dick out.

As Namjoon was about to reach for some lube, Seokjin blurts out, "Just go without any prep. Lube is enough, no prep. I want it so bad."

"As you wish," Namjoon mumbles, reaching underneath the small pillows in the corner of his bed, pulling out the lube and right away, pouring some of it onto his hand. He coats his dick in a thick layer of it before just wiping his hand dry on his stomach and then leaning down to hover above Seokjin yet again.

Seokjin is kinda surprised that Namjoon hides lube in his bed but he doesn't mind it at all. He just wants Namjoon's dick up his ass.

The younger male lines up his dick to Seokjin's pink hole, gently pushing in. A drawn-out breath fills and leaves Namjoon's lungs as he closes his eyes for a second before examining Seokjin's expression.

The other male his moaning, partly because of the pain that comes along with this and partly because of the lust and the feeling of finally being fucked by the younger male.

Namjoon doesn't even give Seokjin any time to adjust, he just starts moving his hips right away – slowly pulling back before thrusting back in. It doesn't take long until Namjoon thrusts roughly, cursing under his breath every once in a while.

Seokjin, on the other hand, is turning into a moaning mess right beneath Namjoon. His hands are trying to hold onto something as they're on Namjoon's back, nails digging into his skin.

After some time, Namjoon's thrusts turn slower with each jerk of his hips. Without pulling out at all, he reaches for one of Seokjin's legs while sitting up, causing Seokjin's arms to just fall onto the bed. He pulls the leg up before turning Seokjin around. He straddles the stretch-out leg, while placing one hand on the bedsheets right in the hollow of the knee of the other leg to keep it the way it is.

The fact that this position seems to make everything more intense is causing Seokjin to moan right away. Namjoon didn't even move inside of him yet. Seokjin tries to slightly raise his hips so that Namjoon's dick would go even deeper into his tight hole.

As the thrusting keeps going, Seokjin moans, crying for more as he enjoys the way his own dick rubs against the bedsheets and his ass is being penetrated by the younger's cock.

Namjoon bites his bottom lip, enjoying the way the older male moans for him. Just to hear more of his voice, goes so fucking slow again. The whimper he receives, makes his dick twitch inside the male. He wants to keep tantalizing Seokjin just to hear more of that hot ass whimpering.

"Come on, stop teasing me like that," Seokjin mumbles through gritted teeth.

"I love it when you whine like this though," Namjoon says, voice deep and husky. "It turns me on so fucking much, you know." He still moves slowly, not even thinking about going any faster at all.

Immediately Seokjin moans rather high-pitched. He finds it so fucking hot when Namjoon talks to him like that. "I want you to fuck me, though."

"Your whining and whimpering sounds so good though, I need to hear it again."

As Namjoon thrusts his hips hard for a second or two and then goes just as slow as before, Seokjin whimpers, not able to even control it. "But I'm so close," and that's the truth, Seokjin is really close to climaxing, "Please just fuck me." As the elder talks, his hole clenches every now and then.

Namjoon can't deny the fact that he himself is rather close as well yet he still wants to hear Seokjin's soft whimpers. "Beg for it," he then says, immediately stopping dead in movements.

Seokjin whimpers straightaway. "Please, just fuck me already, please." He drags the last 'Please' out and whines once more.

The younger male bites his bottom lip harshly as he slowly starts moving again. And by slowly I mean real fucking slow. "Keep going," Namjoon mutters, voice just as husky as before.

"Fuck, please. Please just fuck me already. I need it. Please. I want you to fuck me hard." In between these sentences a few whimpers keep slipping past Seokjin's lips.

For a split second Namjoon goes faster but then slows down again. "I need more, Babe."

"Just fuck me already, please. I need it so bad. I want you to fuck me, use me even!"

A second time, Namjoon speeds his thrusts up before going slower. "Come on, just a little more. Beg. Show me how bad you want it."

Seokjin whines, he knows that Namjoon is only doing this to hear his whimpers, but he complies. "Please just fuck me. I need it so bad, please. Pretty please, fuck me hard and just the way you like it. Use me and make me cry for more. Please."

The older moans rather loudly as Namjoon starts thrusting fiercely, listening to his low ass groan. Seokjin can't control it as he clenches his hole around the other's dick once his climax gets closer and closer.

"So fucking tight," Namjoon groans before biting his bottom lip as he looks down, watching his dick slide in and out of Seokjin's hole. "You're taking me so good, Babe."

"I'm close, I'm so close." Another whine leaves Seokjin's mouth as he shuts his eyes tightly.

Namjoon is hesitant to tell Seokjin that he 'allows' him to cum since he's not really sure if that's what he wants to hear. So he just keeps quiet, thrusting hard and rough.

After just a minute or two, Seokjin is moaning high-pitched once again, clenching his hole even harder than before. He cums hard onto the bedsheets, arching his back and whimpering afterwards as Namjoon just keeps fucking him mercilessly.

The younger male keeps going, chasing his own orgasm until he finally reaches his climax. Right before cumming, he pulls out, ejaculating onto Seokjin's ass.

After both of them calmed down a little, Namjoon starts cleaning both of them up without any ado. Though he just tells Seokjin to stay the way he is before he pulls the blanket away from underneath him, giving him a separate blanket.

Namjoon himself had already gotten dressed as he steps over to Seokjin, who is quietly watching him, sitting down next to him on the bed. "I don't mind if you sleep a while," he smiles.

"Don't you wanna take a nap as well?" Seokjin asks softly, looking up at Namjoon since he's still laying down.

The younger male shakes his head serenely, looking down at the other male.

Seokjin then sits up. "I don't want to sleep then. I don't even know when I should leave..." he mumbles. His t-shirt is covering his upper body while the blanket is covering is lower region.

"You can stay as long as you'd like to." A smile can be seen on the younger's lips. "Also... I didn't think you'd actually put the pillow away. I'm sorry for making you this uncomfortable," the younger male says guiltily.