Namjoon.

When Solar sent us away for the planed getaway that she had paid for,  I wasn't expecting anything other than weekend out with Seokjin. She had offered to look after Jeonghan in our absence as per usual, then sent as packing for a two day trip to Jeju Island for some free time to bond and be together, or like she put it; to have a little sexy time.

I wasn't expecting to walk into a whole day of pampering and fancy, where everything was laid out at our service.

We had arrived the previous night and due to exhaustion and Seokjin's impromptu seasickness, we had just had a light dinner and retired to bed, cuddling, and sharing languid kisses in the peaceful breeze of night. The carefully and beautifully made cabin of logs faced the ocean, the suite quipped fully with modern appliances and a fair share of ancient art work that made it balance out aesthetically.

Snuggled up together we'd woken up to the smell of breakfast, the aroma of different dishes in a buffet that ranged from light breakfast to full on steak and meat dishes. It was the first time in a while since we got together that we were having breakfast without Jeonghan, but despite his absence, and Seokjin lowkey apprehension about leaving him behind, we had allowed ourselves to enjoy the free time, the peace and the privacy that came along with it. It wasn't everyday that we got to make love while having breakfast, so we had fairly reeled in the privacy, a sort of blessing, really.

We had showered up after breakfast, and went on sight seeing in the tourist attraction sites. It had been beautiful, and we had spent the whole time learning the history, taking notes and taking pictures. Seokjin had been right beside me, holding onto my hand with each close step, a bright smile etched on his face to show his happiness. He looked delighted, glowing almost and as usual playful as we navigated through the attractions sights. He particularly liked the waterfalls, and he had spent quite a time admiring the scenery, looking awed, honestly just as beautiful as the place.

He'd steal a kiss every now and then, looking utterly delighted whenever he would get his way. It had been another of his numerous happy episodes, and it warmed me to no end to see him living to the fullest.

We had come up to an open market after, the first time together we had visited somewhere as such. The vendors had aligned beside their stalls, the different products of ornaments and jewelry shinning under the sun. There had been every kind of hand made and manufactured bangles, necklaces, rings, pendants, and every other jewelry I had ever seen in my life. Seokjin had been so fascinated to choose a favourite, having the beads engraved to his liking, only to give it to me when it was finished.

It had beautifully hanged around my wrist, and in turn I had playfully put a ring on his finger, the action making him flustered in front of the vendors who had went on to coo and urge it on. It had been nothing expensive or of value, but it had seemed to mean a lot to him, and that had warmly me greatly to see him fancy it.

Despite the blazing sun at midday, and the clustered groups of people around, we had gone ahead to visit and shop in the other stalls. The food in particular had been amazing, the fresh baked goods, and the fresh fruits had been in plenty. We had sat at an open restaurant and treated ourselves to the delicacies and the fresh drinks, holding hands and taking pictures all while we interacted with other tourists.

It had gone by to mid afternoon, and before we knew it it had been time for our scheduled massage session. Solar had thought ahead, and had booked up a nice session for the both us, VIP treatment and all. We had stripped off our tour clothes and had laid side by side on the comfy tables. The rest of the afternoon was spent on relaxation. We had gotten our muscles straightened, our backs kneaded to satisfaction, before we had our manicure and pedicure done, a little bit of head and foot massage too before we concluded. I hadn't known a thing about massage before today, but I knew now that I needed one every once in a while. It had left us both light, relaxed, and god, feeling so needy.

The moment we had stepped back into our suite we had been all over each other, kissing and caressing all over. There was just something explosive about the atmosphere that had driven us off our minds. He had looked so ethereal, so sexy after the session, and it made me want nothing more than to take him, to devour him whole right on the spot. A quickie had been in order, and as soon the door closed behind us I had been inside of him. I had hoisted him up on the wall, face buried in his neck, and cock lodged in him, while he screamed out my name with each thrust, voice course yet sounding loud enough for whoever might have been out the door.

We had urgently needed it, and I had felt so relieved as came into him, into every inch of his walls that had been hungry for me. It had been a wild side of him as well, one he'd carried out to dinner, teasing and playing around.

Solar had previously reserved a spot for us in the island's best restaurant, a private table for two in a private room, and gladly we had accepted the treat. Dressing up in a three piece suit after shower, I had expectantly waited for Seokjin by the door, and a few minutes later I had been awarded by the sight of him dressed to kill. He had brought along a grey turtle neck, nicely tacked into his black slacks, paired with an equally black belt and  his black shoes. His hair had been parted to the side, an added display to his beautiful face that had been accentuated by light make up and carefully chosen jewelry. His earlobes had been clipped by familiar studs - ones he'd acquired earlier at the open market, lips attractively doused in pink lip balm, making them plump and of course, alluring.

A coat had stayed over his shoulders, hanging off his curves and complementing his outfit. I almost didn't want to go to dinner with him looking like that, knowing people other than me would have his eyes on him, but as always he had reassured he was only mine, just as possessive when it came to me as well, sucking a not so subtle hickey just below the back of my ear, eyes shinning with so much want, and a bit of jealousy.

Dinner had been exemplary. Served a full course of the cuisine, alongside refined bottles of wine. It had been the compliment to everything, and we had just sat opposite each other, lovingly and longingly gazing at each other while we talked and ate the evening away. At the end of it we had foregone the car ride back home, opting for the short distance walk along the beach back our suite.

It had been the most beautiful site to watch the moon high up in the sky, shining over the water as the waves rushed and broke at the surface. We had taken off our shoes, itching for the feeling of the cold water at our feet, and we had treaded barefooted along the edge, occasionally stopping to play with the water at the banks.  Strong words of love we had spoken to each other, firm promises, sealed with deep passionate kisses had been the order of the evening. We had found ourselves confessing to each other again, promising to stay together as long as life would allow us each. The beautiful stars and the moon had been present to witness it, and of course hold us to our pledges.

It was evident where the night was leading to when we had walked back into our suite. Decorated as I had requested earlier, red petals had beautifully aligned the path to the bedroom, much to Seokjin's surprise who hadn't been expecting it. Warm aromatic candles had filled the air, the scent calming as we made way our to the bedroom, which was equally adorned.

The white sheets had been covered in red and blue, the two different petals meeting at the centre to make a heart shaped figure. Two bottles of the wine we had had at dinner had been at the table, served in an ice bucket with glasses along. A cool breeze had been hitting the room, making the white curtains flail, and the flames of the candles burn out in the silence. He had been impressed, and I had been glad to have made him happy, cheerily accepting him into my arms as the night began for us.

There had been no rush or haste, no urgency or hurriedness, so we had stripped out and gotten tipsy with the wine in the bubbled tub. His back had pressed to my chest, his body between my legs while we slowly drank out the night. Languid kisses had followed, offered every other second while soft hands caressed under the bubbles, running over every inch of each other while we made claims on one another.

The thought of alone of having him in my arms was arousing, it made my mind whirl with scenarios of what I wanted to do to him, what I wanted to do with him, and how we wanted to do it, and as the night continued, I couldn't wait any longer to make love to him, and to fuck him senseless in the same.

That brings us to right now, with him finishing up in the bathroom, and myself impatiently waiting on the bed for him. I can almost picture him, naked, and it makes my dick strain, makes me want nothing more than to bury it in him, in his mouth, past his beautiful plump lips, and in his ass, dang, his beautiful ass. "Fuck..." I mutter in the silence, stroking myself lazily at the thought of him. My fist glides along the engorged member, tingles of pleasure rushing through me at each flashing image of him.

"Starting without me?" He rasps sexily from the door way, voice low but still incredibly seductive. I stop in my tracks, meeting his figure, and for the nth time today I feel by breath knocked out of me. My dick twitches in my hand, and I let out a groan, feeling already fucked at the mere sight.

His beige cashmere robe barely holds close, flashes of soft moisturized skin here and there catching my eye from where he holds on the door frame. He looks wonderful, neck fairly littered in hickeys, and lips fairly swollen from the make out, but what catches my eyes more and knocks me down on my knees is the black thigh high lace stockings he has on.

It fully contrasts his skin, the blend making his legs the most beautiful pair of limbs I have ever seen in my life. I didn't think he would dress up in anything, let alone look that gorgeous in it.  My dick twitches again, already leaking, even more when he cutely bites on his lips, shifting on his said beautiful legs, thighs rubbing together in neediness.

"Your trynna kill me, aren't you?" I groan as I stand to my feet, bringing him into a messy kiss after. There is no other reason he'd think I'd survive with him dressed like this, looking this wonderful. "You look so fucking gorgeous, so beautiful you know that?" I inquire, kissing all over his neck.

"Do I? Haven't heard that in forever." He whimpers, a light chuckle after as I pull back to dumbly take a once over again.

"Fuck, how did I get so lucky?" I wonder out loud, my hands on his waist itching to just take him, manhandle him right here. He mewls lowly, just as needy as I part his robe, finding him stark naked, just as aroused. "Fuck, baby..." I say out, entranced by every inch of his skin, every curve and every crevice, every beautiful spot that I want to love.

My hands ran over his naked waist, over his thick laced thighs, all the way to the curve of his beautiful ass, then back to his member, gliding over his arousal briefly before trailing to his navel, then up to his chest and his swollen nipples. "Joon-ah." He cries out weakly, his palms finding refuge on my naked skin as well, a soft moan ripping past his lips as I let the barrier of a cloth slip past his figure.

Kissing his lips a second time, I press him tightly to me, every inch of him glued to me, his warmth sipping and mingling with mine, arousing every nerve in my being. Fuck, I can't wait to take him, to fuck him senseless while he's dressed this beautifully, this gorgeously only for me...

"Tell me what you want, I'll do it." I pull back, teasing his lips, breathless just as much as he is. He could have whatever he wants for tonight, tonight I am his for service, to toy and to play with. He could have whatever he would like tonight.

"Anything, a-anything as a long as it will make me feel good." He whimpers in my hold, just as needy, palms flattening all over my chest, dangerously aiming for what he wants. "Anything?" I ask out, already intrigued by the offer. There is an edge to it, and I feel excited as I imagine the range of things we could do tonight, the fun we could have from that. Interestingly, it makes me think of his kinks and fetishes, his fantasies and his dreams, the things he had told me about back then that he wanted to do and wanted to be done to him.

It makes me wonder how much of it he would still want, how good it would still make him feel. "You know how you said you wanted to sit on my face?" I nip at his ears, hands fondling over his naked ass, parting his crack in the slightest to tease his hole. He moans, clenching around air, lips parted in heavy breathes, and eyes hooded in lust.

"You remember how you wanted to choke on my cock while I eat out your pretty little hole?" I remind him, hips slightly rolling into his, itching to just sink into him, to fuck him like he deserves. "Nnngh, yes." He's visibly flashes as he thinks about it, eyes twinkling already in excitement. I know him well and I know he isn't much different from the Seokjin from before. He's still just as kinky, still just freaky and he'd love every piece of this.

"Great, because I want to sixty nine the fuck out of you, alright?" He nods at the growl that comes from my throat, letting off another moan as my hot palm lands on the skin of his perky ass, spanking him in the lightest.

"Fuuuuck...." He drawls out sexily, and I smirk to myself, still intrigued by this side of him.

No words need to be said as I lay down on the bed, propping my head on the pillows before beckoning for him to join in as well. Can't lie I have dreamt about this a million times, I too want him on my face, his beautiful ass on my tongue.

He flashes red again, biting his lips before shyly straddling my chest backwards, parting his knees to flash me his sex, before crawling back a few steps so that his laced thighs are on each side of my head, and his ass is right over my face, fuck, just like I want it.

He is visibly tense as he lowers himself, hesitant as he presses his body to mine, so that his face is equally angles with my cock. It's almost like a dream, one that has come true, and I let off a groan at the sight of him clenching, his little pink hole mine to devour. My hands patch on his waist to keep him grounded, temporarily caressing over his ass before parting his skin to lick a long strip from his balls, all the way to his hole.

"Arrrgh, fuuuuck." He moans, on reflex, rushing from the sensation, but my hands keep tight on his waist, keeping him seated on my face, right on my tongue that licks around him to loosen him up. He trembles, while I haven't even started, keeping his hands on my thighs as he moans out, the sound sending vibration on my cock that is just below his lips.

"You like that, do you like me eating you out, baby?" I growl between his legs, diving back to bury my face in his ass, and he lets off a scream, visibly enjoying it as he lightly rolls his hips, pushing back into my tongue.

"Yes, y-yes, so good, like that..." He chokes, sounding on edge already and I pull back, kneading and parting his flesh, impressed by how eager and needy he seems as he clenches around nothing, chasing so much the warmth of my tongue. "No, don't stop, baby." 

"So impatient, are we?" I spank his skin once more, teeth biting lightly at his ass, making him mewl in pleasure at the slight combined pain. "Need you..." He begs as he rolls his hips above me, bending his head before sucking the head of my cock into his mouth without warning. Sometimes I forget just how good he is at this, and I lay back on the pillows, groaning out as he digs his tongue on my slit.

"Fuck, baby...." I can't form anything coherent, and he takes the chance to deep throat me, humming and moaning on my dick, his spit spreading on my balls, causing pleasure to rock through me. He slurps at it, flattening his tongue on the side in a fat lick, before trailing butterfly kisses all over, peppering the sensitive skin and alternating to light sucking, making me writhe in pleasure. Fuck, he deserves to get his ass ate forever for this, so fucking gorgeous how he sucks my dick.

"Mmmmh, love you in my mouth." He moans, and as if what he's doing isn't already enough, he casually says that, diving back, wallowing his cheeks like he's sucking his favorite candy, before relaxing his throat and engulfing me whole. I immediately hit the back of his throat, myself chocking at how flawless and effortless he takes me, how warm and wet it is to be in his mouth, feeling so fucking good as he sucks my mushroom tip, particularly dwelling on it to make me loose my mind. My hips roll on their own accord, and I find myself thrusting into his carven, needing so much to bury myself in his throat...fuck, what a sight that would be.

His butt cheeks jiggle above me as he hums around my dick, and I realize quickly just how much I have been immersed in my pleasure, already neglecting him. He's already stretched from earlier in the bathroom when he rode three of my fingers in the tub, so my tongue easily glides around his hole, before slickly entering him in a go, immediately applying pressure to his walls. I hold him to me as he chokes on my cock, darting my tongue into him at a blinding pace, making his thighs shake and tremble with an incoming orgasm.

Fuck, we need to do this often, need to pleasure each other like this every once in a while. He pulls off me, hot breath fanning over my swollen cock as he lets out a strangled moan, eyes probably rolling back at the sensation. I don't relent, don't stop as I dig my hands into his skin, parting him up before eating him out again.

"I love you, l-love how you eat me out..." He moans, choking as I hold the wet muscle in him. He looks close, inadvertently distracted from my dick that he now holds in his hand. "Love eating your ass too, so fucking tight..." I praise, licking him, to which he shudders, shaking a second time.

"I close, I am gonna cum." He cries out, and I pull out, lifting him off, before sliding from under him, much to his surprise. He lays face first on the sheets, and I get behind him, kneeling on my knees before pulling him back so that he's kneeling as well, his sweaty back on my chest, and his eaten ass right on my dick.

Pulling his face back I bring him into a nasty kiss, letting him in on a taste of himself, tongue mingling with his while I rut my hips on ass. "You only come from my cock, only come when I am fucking you with my cock." I growl on his lips, a rush of possessiveness washing over me as I watch his fucked face. He is visibly flashed from his earlier chocking, his lips swollen from being full of my cock, eyes teary from the pleasure. His skin is covered in goosebumps, randomly littered in red pretty blotches that make him even more pretty. He visibly heaves out a breath, his nipples hardening further, and his cock twitching at his stomach as the curve of his back increases at the cock that's teasing at his rim. He looks wrecked in the best way possible, needy as he chases his delayed orgasm.

"I need you. Nee-d you to fuck me now, baby." He whispers out, pressing back on my cock, lust crazed eyes trained on me, and fuck me if I could ever deny him that. I angle myself with his hole, slowly pushing my cock into his tight heat, eyes trained on his as I penetrate him to the hilt. His eyes roll back, mouth forming into an 'o' shape I press to the hilt, his body shaking on mine as I stuff his hole full of my dick.

His hands fly back to hold the back of my neck, pressing me even firmly to him, while I hold around his waist, eyes never leaving his as he adjusts to my girth. He feels so tight, so fucking warm and wet.
"So big, so huge, your making me feel so good, baby." He mewls, kissing me messily, and I hold back a groan as he clenches tight around me, his walls sucking in every inch of my skin, snapping tightly around my cock.

He pulls back to look at me, biting his lips, hooded eyes gazing into mine wantonly. "Fuck me, please, love me." He begs, and something about the way he says it, the way he looks while sinfully impaled on my cock, the way he looks gorgeous while he begs, with his mouth open and back arched, lips swollen and nipples perked, his ass grinding and cock straining - that strikes a jealous cord in me.

Something in me rages at the thought of someone else ever seeing him like this, someone else having seen him this beautifully. It makes my inside twist, makes a rush of possessiveness wash over me. Running a thumb over his lower lip, I slowly pull out of him, delivering a slow drawn thrust back in him, skillfully grazing over his prostate.

He whimpers in my hold, looking so beautifully wrecked, so gorgeous as he stares back at me. "Yours, I am only yours. F-forever yours." He breathes out knowingly, keeping his determined eyes sincere. He knows of the of slight insecurity, the jealousy and the possessiveness, and despite everything he manages a small smile, seemingly understanding. I love him with everything in me, with every part and every corner of my being, and I could never fathom the thought of sharing, or him being with another. He's only mine, and I am his as well, fully belong to him.

"You have no idea how much I love you, baby." I can't help whisper, biting at his blotched neck, gently rolling my hips into his in a steady waves. He moans at that, grinding lightly at the feeling. "I love you more, always."

Turning his head, so that he can look at me once more, he gazes right into my eyes, sensually sucking my thumb that's still onto lips into his mouth, lewdly twirling his tongue on it, licking and moaning, eyes temporarily rolling back as I graze his prostate. Fuck, he looks gorgeous, looks angelic, yet the most sinful thing I have ever set my eyes on. He slurps at it, making arousing noises before letting it out of his mouth. "Now fuck me like I know you can, make me cum from your cock, I am close..." He says, pushing back on my dick in pursuit of pleasure, and in what world could I ever deny him that.

My cock slides out if him rhythmically, before gliding back into him in angled thrusts, hitting him the right spot, making a scream escape his mouth. He tightens his hands around my neck, holding tight and clenching tight on my cock, each stroke accompanied with a moan, a groan, mixed sounds of pleasure from us filling the room. It feels wonderful to be in him, it feels hot where we join, even more arousing the squelching sounds, and the sound of his skin slapping with mine. 

He makes me want nothing more than to cover his walls in my cum, makes me want to fuck him over and over again, make love to him until we can't no more. "Harder, go harder." He orders, bringing my lips into a searing kiss, begging in the same to ruin him.

I let him have it, momentarily halting to suck his tongue into mine, before pushing him face first in the mattress the next second. He moans as I pull out, clenching tight to the tip as it glides in and out of him, before he spreads his thighs apart on the mattress drooling on the sheets as I push in again in one thrust.

I hold at his hips, blindingly snapping with vigour into his little hole, just like he begs me to. His broken versions of my name trail through his lips, his please to go faster and deeper sounding in my ears, and myself I am goner as I throw my head back, pet names flying out of my mouth as I lodge myself into his warmth, praising and commending him for taking me so well.

He eventually fists the sheets when he can't take it anymore, his breath quickens, the arch of his back increasing before his thighs shake and his eyes roll back. I keep a fast speed onto his prostate, not relenting in the slightest as he convulses on the bed, his untouched cock spilling cum on his chest and on the sheets below. A chocked moan sounds from him, and he is visibly in another world for about a minute or so, visibly lost in pleasure as an orgasm racks through him.

I only pull out a second, not sparing him a chance to catch his breath, or finish his on going orgasm as I turn him to his back, spreading wide his legs before pushing back his knees and entering him again. Hard and rough strokes follow after each other into his prostate once more, and tears well up into his eyes as another orgasm builds up in him.

He looks wrecked, looks pleasured as he cries out with each strokes, insatiably opening wider his legs, his palms landing on my own ass to push me deeper into him, begging me not to stop. His kisses are wild, hands freaky, and his rim tight around my cock as we reach the peak high of our pleasure, vision blurring, ears ringing and a new numb plaguing our senses.  

I groan into his neck as I release into him, my own world rocking and tumbling at the feeling of him sucking me dry. A cry leaves his mouth as well as he cums all over my chest and his a second time, his body trembling at the magnitude.

That's about the most intense sex I have had in forever, and I stroke lazily into him as I finish, breath heavy and body feeling incredibly numb above him. He whines lowly in his throat perhaps out of sensitivity, and I finally raise my head to look at him, surprised to see him wearing a smile, eyes closed, looking utterly blissful.

"And you thought I was the one trying to kill you." He amuses, peeking up at me, and I smirk at that, feeling proud for having satisfied him. He looks ethereal right now, looks dazed but satiated, and my ego thrives at that. Brushing away the wet strands falling on his face, I place a gentle kiss on his nose, just somehow feeling lucky to have him. He makes me happy to extents that nobody would ever be able to understand. Makes me feel whole, alive, accomplished. He is in every sense every part of me, he compliments me, and completes me, some feeling I want to hold onto forever.

"You alright?"

"Never been better. I'd never need anything more while I am in your arms." He smiles, puckering his lips for a kiss, which I gladly give, even more happier to hear that he feels the same.

Still lodged inside of him, I roll us over, so that I am lying on the mattress and he's splayed over me, and he whines lowly in his throat as I graze his sensitive walls, purring in content the next second as I soothingly rub all over his skin with my palms, cooling him off, and of course preparing him for the next round.

He nuzzles closer, kissing my chest, making himself comfortable, and I laugh at that, petting his sweat ridden strands, feeling myself harden once more in him.

"Already?" He giggles, looking just as ready as he raises his head to look at me. "Can't help it. Your too sexy to resist." I murmur on his lips, bringing him into another loving, but lust filled kiss, hands already grabbing at his ass. He promised me all night, and all night it will be, until our limbs ache and we can't go on anymore, until I've made love to him to his satisfaction, until we are one and the same. Fuck, to think this is what everyday might be like with him, to think I'll be able to have him forever, to wake up with him every morning, loving him every second of that, perhaps the right stars finally aligned for me.

"Would you like to ride my cock, baby?"

"You know I would. I love you." He lets off breathlessly, making a light work of his hips on my crotch, his cock hardening as well between us. Fuck, I really did get lucky, didn't I?

"I love you more, baby."

THE END.

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