Namjoon.

The way he moves is erotic, and sensual, he is flawless with what he does, lips spilling with beautiful words and beautiful sounds. "You smell wonderful." He praises breathlessly as sucks on my adams apple. He nuzzles on my neck, taking a deep breath of my sweat mixed scent, before releasing an arousing mewl.

He has marked me all over the neck, drawn in by skin, and entranced by the beauty of what he leaves behind. He keeps rolling his hips on my crotch, breathing heavily when I hold him onto my hard covered length. He raises his head, capturing my lips for the nth time. His are swollen, but that doesn't stop him from moving them passionately with mine, tangling his tongue with mine, and moaning softly at the taste.

His fingers skim lower to my chest, and he grabs the hem of my t shirt lifting it over my head. I lean back on the couch, now bare chested, a gesture he seems to appreciate as his eyes gaze on my torso lustfully. He licks his lips, running the tips of his fingers over my pectorals, then over my nipples, where he catches them between his fingers. He caresses gently, his eyes meeting mine in a silent dare, and I give in, groaning softly at the pleasure.

"Don't tease." I tell him, to which he smirks, getting off my lap. "If you say so." He replies, his face taking a more playful look as he gets between my legs. He gets on his knees, his hands finding my belt. He unbuckles it, zipping down my jeans with a show. There is this look in his eyes as he stares at me, I've never seen it on him before, not even when we made love the previous times. It's an out of control look, free and freaky. I like it on him, I like everything he does.

"Come on." He says as he stands up, pulling me with him. I follow, not able to resist him with that voice. His lip is between his teeth, hips swaying seductively as he leads to the bedroom. He stops by the bed, turning to get a hold of my open trousers. Together with my boxers, he pulls them down my legs, letting free my erect length. I am stark naked under his peering gaze, and my excited cock twitches with every longing stare from him.

He pushes me to a sitting position on the bed, getting back between my legs. I lean back on my hands, intrigued on his next move. He demands a kiss first, holding the back of my neck as he takes what he wants. Then he trails his lips to where he had been before - my neck, briefly before kissing at my chest. He looks up at me as he darts out his tongue to lick at my nipples. His tongue and teeth are wonderful as he nips and bites, spending his precious time before switching to the other one. It's pleasurable, and it doubles over with that craze look he gives me.

He continues lower, tracing with his hands, before loving with his lips. His fingers trace over the scar on my side, the one I had gotten the previous month from the stabbing, he pauses a moment, looking up at me with soft eyes. I keep mine reassuring, urging him on with a nod, to which he gently presses his lips over it, peppering the now healed line with kisses, in silent words. He proceeds after a bit, getting lower to my navel where he resumes with the vigour from earlier, swirling his tongue in it and flattening his palms on my torso.

He purposefully avoids my needy length, dipping lower to kiss my inner thighs. I can't help the groan that leaves my chest, and I throw my head back at the sensation of his lips. He knows how to love, how to tease the nerves that make me go crazy. I've never had someone kiss my thighs, or caress my nipples, or even have this type of foreplay, but dang he is something with the way he does it. He could do whatever he wants with me if that's how good he is. That's just how much of a hold he has on me.

His fingers finally wrap under the base of my cock, and I breath through my mouth, willing myself to keep control as he latches onto my balls. He begins with slow short strokes while he sucks my sack into his mouth. He looks up at me through his lashes, pleasuring with more than just his hands and mouth. Those eyes of his could tip anyone over, push you to give in at any second if not careful. He pulls off my balls with a pop before leaving kisses up my length.

He feigns innocence, giving me the puppy eyes as he flattens his tongue on the side. Like it's his favourite candy, and he hasn't had it in a long time. "Fuck." I breath out, putting my hand behind his head. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling slightly before guiding him to what we both want. He lets me, opening wide and taking my length into his mouth.

Ten seconds in, and he is already deep throating me. His hands squeezes at the base, while he runs his tongue on me.

"Fuck baby, like that."

"Your doing so well, keep going."

"Your taking me so well"

He seems to love the praises, and he looks up to me with those eyes,  humming on my length, a move that sends incredible vibrations up my spine. He does it again, before continuing with bobbing his head up and down, hands working the places he can't reach. His throat is wonderful, and I am just about ready to nut every time I hit the back, it's warm, wet, and satisfying to be in his mouth.

Slowly, I start backing my hips into him, pulling back his hair while fucking his throat. Fuck, he even looks good with my cock in his mouth, beautiful how his lips wrap around it. I am on the moon. I am on the fucking moon with how good he is, and god, how he feels. He seems to like it to, moaning at the taste, and humming around me, a pleasurable response I assume. I hold myself at the back of his throat, basking in the warm wet feeling of him swallowing me, before pulling back when he threatens with his tongue to make me nut. He doesn't even have a gag reflex.

"Unless you want me to come right now, baby, then that's enough." I breath out while he plays with my mushroom cap. Sticking his tongue out and lapping at the precum, then digging his tongue on my slit in search for more. I know he won't let up, so I reach down, grabbing his face and bringing him to me. I have never kissed him harder than now, I have never wanted him more than now.
"How do you want me?" I ask on his lips, making a frantic work of the clothes still on his body. He has me for the night, he has me forever, and he could do anything he wants, as long as it will pleasure him. "I wanna be on top." He replies as he gets rid of his trousers and boxers, revealing the object of my obsession, the very thing that fueled my desires from the very beginning. His body. Fuck he is gorgeous.

"You want to ride my cock?" I ask as he straddles me once more, positioning my still erect length over his crack. He moans in response at the wetness from his spit still on my dick, dipping his head down to kiss me. He hasn't answered me yet, and I am getting impatient with the silence, and the teasing whimpers he leaves as he rubs his ass on my cock, so I grab back a fistful of his hair, tilting his head back to reveal his neck and face. "How do you want me baby?" I echo once more.

I know he likes the slight pain of my grasp, and he moans in confirmation, bringing his own hands to either side of my neck, and licking his lips. With the most breathless whimper I have ever heard from him, he looks straight into my eyes before saying, "I want to fuck myself on your cock." He wants it so bad I see the effect on his flushed face, his clammy fingers, his working ass, and his impatient cock. It's impossible to deny him anything when he asks like that, so still sitting at the edge of the bed, I hold him close with one hand, while I open the bedside drawer in search of lube and condoms.

He moans as I press him tightly to me, his erect length rubbing against mine while he kisses at my shoulders. "Fuck." He giggles at my words, but I am more pissed at the sight before me. "Fuck, I am out of condoms." I say once more, already feeling annoyed at myself for putting out shopping.

"You got any?" I look up to him expectantly, but he only shakes his head, not as bummed with this news as I am. We've made it a point to use condoms since the very first day, for protection purposes, a mutual agreement we had come to even without words. We both valued each other's health, and we didn't want to put each other in danger even in the slightest.

"Fuck, baby, what do we do now?" I ask, bringing my lips to his neck. We are still incredibly aroused, and it's such a shame that we would have to get off in other ways than we intended to because of my mistake. "I am clean." He breathes over me, continuing to grind his perfect ass on my cock. "I got tested three weeks ago, and I haven't been with anyone else." He says, giggling in response when I possessively yank his hair back at the mention of someone else. I am clean as well, and I hadn't sex with anyone since my last test a month ago.

I take his lips on mine, biting at the bottom one, while my other hand grabs my cock and guides it to his hole. "You know I am clean too baby, but are you sure?" I ask him for clarification, not wanting him to regret this later.

He nods nonetheless, a breathy yes leaving his lips as he pops open the lube and squirts a good amount on his hand. He rubs his hands together before reaching back and taking a hold of my dick. I bite down a groan as he coats it, giving it a few good strokes to get me ready, and of course to coerce a grunt out of me before positioning himself. There is a little bit of resistance since his stretch this morning, but he doesn't seem to care as his needy self throws his head back with an open mouth and starts to lower his hips.

His bare skin on mine is divine, marvelous. The absence of the rubber, or the lacking thought of a sheer separation makes everything much more heightened. Maybe it's all in my head, but goddamn, feeling his warm walls wrapped around me like that is heavenly. He moans in relief when he is finally seated, hands tightening around my neck, with eyes closed. "You ok?" I ask him when his head lolls on my shoulder, and for a moment as I hold his hips I don't get any response other than his heavy breaths. "You feel amazing in me." He lets out finally, making me actually twitch in me.

With a smile he raises his head to kiss me deep, both of us moaning as he slightly raises his hips, experimenting with a slight role. He props on his knees, pulling off until only my head is in him before doing another role, over and over again, until he is riding the head of my cock by the bed side, needy, lustful eyes gazing into my astonished ones while he moans out my name. He mewls at the way the tip grazes his walls, driving him crazy with each slight thrust from me. "Joon-ah....Joon, fuck..." He moans when I spank his ass cheeks, my hands kneading the flesh, lips   searching his for a searing kiss every few moments.

He lets my cock slip out for only a second, before grabbing it back and shoving his ass on it. The sounds we make where we join are arousing, the ones from his mouth even more stimulating. He grinds on me, rolling forward his hips with me now fully lodged in him. "Ngggh." He whimpers, hands clasped tightly around my neck, seemingly losing his mind at the pleasure, a lot like me when he clenches around me.

He pushes me back, so I am lying on my back, my legs hanging to the side before beginning to bounce up and down on my cock. I grip tightly at his hips guiding him on my cock, but at the same time unable to comprehend the sight before me. He is ethereal the way he rides, mouth open, eyes lidded, and that thin layer of sweat that coats his skin from his ministrations, making him glow. His own cock bounces on his stomach with each move of his hips, thighs clenching with each roll.

"Deeper. F-fuck, go deeper." He begs, but orders at the same time to ravage him, and I thrust up, wanting to reach those unfilled parts of him. I part his cheeks, driving my cock deeper into him like he wants, like he is begging me to. I can tell I am close, he didn't leave me with much fight after sucking my dick that well, so I am not surprised when his walls bring me on edge already. He gives out a particular squeaky sound when I graze a nerve in him, and judging by how his eyes meet mine in silent plea, I know I have found it.

"Your spot?" I ask as I thrust up, in it, and he screams, leaving behind marks on my chest where his palms, now nails have been resting. "Yeah, right t-there fuck me harder right there." He rushes out without any punctuation, bending down to kiss me while continues rolling, whining, and fucking himself on my cock.

"I close, I am close joon-ah, I am gonna cum." He cries out on my lips, peering up with his teary eyes to me. He raises back up, a little vigour in his hips, matching my ruthless strokes, both chasing our high. I let out a hand to grab his neglected cock to tip him over, but he swats it away, struggling to form words as I murder his insides.

"Untouched." He breathes out, "I wanna cum untouched." That's hot, that's fucking hot. I slam him repeatedly on my cock, screams leaving his mouth, alongside tears of pleasure that go down his cheek. He clenches hard around me as he convulses, forcing me overhead with him. His thighs tighten on each side of my waist, his nails painfully and pleasurably scratching my chest, while his rim tightens on my cock.

'I love you.'

It spills from his lips as his length spurts on his stomach. For a brief moment I think it's the euphoria I am high on, and the feeling of painting the insides of his walls that has me hearing things, but he says it again, still chasing his high with a bounce of his hips, eyes closed as he orgasms.

'I love you.'

"I love you." He screams out at last as my cock holds at his prostate, his walls milking every last drop of me, until I stop thrusting, holding his body to mine when he slumps over.

The weight of his words hang in the air as we calm down, creating a somewhat questioning silence. Anyone would say anything at the brink of their release. I would say unicorns are real if wanted to cum, but at the same time I can't help myself. I want to believe him so bad, to believe his feelings are a reciprocate of mine. Both equal to love.

He nuzzles on my side, eerily still, and silent. "Jin," I nudge him, trying to get him to look at me, but he only groans, tightening his hand around my neck, and burying his face deeper. Hiding. We are still connected together, but that is the least of my concerns right now. I need him to look at me, just so I could know if he meant it.

"Jin, look at me."

"I am sorry." He says, moving his head a bit, while his eyes are still curtained by the wet hair on his forehead. "I am sorry, I shouldn't have said -"

"Don't take it back, please." I beg him, grasping his face between my hands, desperate for it to be true. I've gotten my hopes way up, and It's going to crush me if it's not real. It's ridiculous, and I should know better, but I can't help it. "Don't take it back, I am begging you. Tell me you really do feel like that." I press my forehead against his, leaning up to kiss his lips.

He finally looks at me, his teary somewhat scared eyes taking a softer gaze."You feel the same?" He asks hesitantly, a small smile gracing his lips when I nod. I get his earlier hesitation to put it out there. The fear of driving each other way so soon, the worry of never having your feelings reciprocated always present, but if he feels the same way...then this is some dream come true.

"I love you." I whisper on his lips, my hands caressing his sides. "I love you Seokjin." I confess wholeheartedly, feeling the weight off my shoulders. He smiles, bopping his nose with mine "I love you too." He whispers back, kissing me.

It was beautiful what we had, new, magical, and young. And it went without saying that we had both made our minds, right there at that moment, to pursue it together. We were in love, the most scary, and exhilarating feeling there is, and we were going at it together.

But fate had other plans for us. Our near future had been sealed to be apart from each other, something we both couldn't see coming. We would be cut short before it even started. Oh, the ugly hand of the human monsters at work. Tomorrow wouldn't just be a new day, it will be much bigger - the day of our doom.