Namjoon.

My finger tips slowly trace the bare sides of his ribs, teasing but seductive at the same time. He purs softly, raising his arms at my signal, and helping him out of his sweat shirt after. Like I had said before, his skin looks soft, inviting and tantalizing, and I get to reach it, my palms finding the skin of his waist and pulling him closer.

Softly, I press my lips to his, there is no rush, but a deep sense of urgency is present. This hunger for one another that drives us crazy with each taste that we have of each other, this want that can't wait, and can't hold on, the same one that makes me lay him gently on his bed, before getting over him.

I claim between his legs once more, hand grabbing at his neck and tilting gently. "Can I mark you?" I ask him, trailing uncoordinated kisses all over his jaw and neck. He dives me crazy, and having him under me like this, writhing in pleasure when I haven't done anything much does things to me. I can't comprehend fully my actions, I can't arrange my actions with the imagination of what the next minutes will be like. "Let me mark you, please." I beg him again, desperate to put a claim on him, he is no way my property, and your allowed to call it jealousy, or insecurity, but I want the world to know he is mine, he is with me, and only me. I have wanted him for a while, and I can't help myself wanting this to be forever.

"Go ahead, make me yours." He breathes out as he chases my lips, his taste mingling with mine. I can't believe those words, and my mouth rushes away to bite at his neck. I suck on his skin, licking, nipping, and kissing it after. He starts out with a low grind of his hips while his lips spill with those whimpers. Oh those whimpers... I want him louder when I'll take him, I'll want him to scream my name, and beg me to make him cum. I'll make sure to remind him.

I mark his entire neck, my mouth leaving red but pretty blotches on him, while my hands skims at his sides, lower to his waist, then back up, to his arms which I hold together over his head. I see the glint in his eyes, how he licks his lips at the slight restrain, and I can feel him growing further in his pants as I deliver on his fantasies. Smirking down at him, I lick lower on his chest, sucking on his swollen perked nipples, and alternating with my other hand. "Mmph." He moans this time, rubbing at me over my jeans, visibly getting pleasured by the friction my hardening length gives him in his sweat pants. It drives me crazy as well, and I pull back to grind on him while I meet his eyes. It's foreplay, and foreshadowing of just what I want to do to him later.

He is aroused by it, and begs me with his eyes to proceed. I lick lower to his tummy, making a show of  kissing his navel, and his present v lines. I warn him with a look to keep his hands over his head, and when he nods I hook my hands on his sweats, signal him to raise his hips before getting them off him.

I can't help myself as I part his legs and stare his thick thighs and his still confined hardening cock. He lets me, raising his hips once more to help him out of his underwear. The sight is heavenly I tell you. He is quite of good size, with milky soft thighs that smell like lavender. His gaze meets mine, and never in a thousand years did I think he would do what he just did.

With his hands still over his head, he bits his lip seductively, before opening wider his legs, and raising his hips. I get the first peak of him, pink, and fuck I know he is tight. "Please." He begs me, and I just about nut in my pants. My shirt comes off, followed by jeans, before I go back between his legs, marking his thighs too.

His breath becomes heavier with every kiss, his cock now twitching on his stomach. I wrap a hand around the base for starters, not at all surprised at the moan that leaves him. I keep the strokes slow, peering over to him to see his head thrown back with lidded eyes, ones that are begging me to continue. I go a little faster, alternating between his thighs, before kissing at his hairs, then lower to his balls. He tenses in my hand as I pepper his length with kisses, and I realise quickly the semen he is starting to produce.

Desperate for a taste of him, I take him into my mouth. "Aaargh." He moans loudly, his mouth opening and closing a few times in silent curses. I relax my jaw, taking him fully into my mouth before pulling back and doing it again. I suck him nicely after, digging my tongue on his slit, and blowing him on intervals. He comes on edge a few times, especially when my hand plays with his balls, or when they travel up to pinch at his sensitive nipples while I suck on his dick.

I don't want him to cum yet, so eventually I pull away from his length, searching for his lips. I find them, and let him in on the sweet taste of himself, my clothed length grinding on his still needy one. "You sound lovely, I wonder what my name would feel like coming from these lips of yours." He blushes further, but I am gonna need him to moan my name, I need to remember it's actually him underneath me, and that this isn't just some dream.

"You got any lube?" I ask him, ready to get this on. "In the drawer. Lube and condoms." He states, his breath still heavy, and I pull open the drawer, fishing out a bottle, and a packet of rubber. "On your stomach." I tell him, and he complies, turning to lie on his stomach, then on all fours when I pull his hips up. "Do you trust me?" I ask behind him, flicking open the bottle and squirting a good amount on my hand. I rub it all over, making sure to coat my fingers, while he nods his head a few times. I know in this context he does, but I am asking something much bigger than than that.

"Do you really?" I ask parting his knees, then bending over him to kiss his ears. "Do you really trust me Seokjin?" I ask once more, and not a second after, he turns his head, his eyes meeting mine in question. He know what I mean, and in surprise he kisses me, he demands my lips suddenly with vigour, with tongue and with passion. He passes a message, before pulling away to look into my eyes again. "I do. I trust you Joon."

It's all I need, that surety, so I kiss lower his back, trail little kisses down to the curve of his ass, before my fingers part his cheeks open. He clenches around nothing a few times, visibly taking deep breaths, fuck. "Relax." I tell him as I teasingly ran a finger over his hole. He takes another breath as I slowly insert a finger in him. He is tight, so tight, and I have to put a little pressure to get through his wall.

My cock hardens at the feel, I can already imagine him clenching around me, squeezing me like he is squeezing my finger. Fuck, that would feel...fuck.

With the help of the lube my middle finger moves smoothly in him, and I remind him to relax as I add my ring finger, my lips gently loving his neck and back. He grows less tense, and even starts to enjoy the scissoring motion I give to him. He whimpers, pushing back a bit at the motion, and searching my lips for urgent kisses. I give it to him all, including a third finger and a fast movement of those fingers.

At this point I am straining in my boxers, the sounds that come from him are driving me insane, the feel of him around my fingers drives me crazy. It gets even worse when he releases a particular high pitched moan, it comes out as I curve my fingers around a bundle of nerve, so I do it again, quickly moving my fingers around that area, to which he chokes out, falling onto his elbows, the arch of his back increasing.

He is right on edge, so I remove my fingers from him, a needy whine leaving his lips the next second. His breath his heavy as he looks back at me, and I smirk at him, moving to remove my boxers. My length springs free, twitching with every lick of his lips, and every stare of his widening eyes. I know I am good size as well, I've been told so, so I am a little confident tonight, even more when he looks at me with those needy eyes. Almost like he wants to devour me, devour him.

I get back on the bed behind him, right behind his beautiful ass. My hands latch on either sides of his cheeks, gently kneading the flesh. It soft, and plush, and moves satisfyingly when I spank it. "Nnghh." He moans when I do it again, even louder when I ran my erect length over his crack. I bend over to kiss the back of his neck, all the way the shell of his ears before turning his face to demand his lips.

He gives, moaning on my lips when I the keep teasing. "Are you ready?" I ask him through equally heavy breathes. I can't fathom what is about to happen, I can't think straight with him this wrecked under me. "Please." He begs, kissing me once more. Quickly, I pull back giving myself a few good strokes that feel like wonders, before putting on the rubber and lubing up.

"Relax, alright?"

"You trust me, right?" I question as I penetrate him, being careful not to hurt him more than it probably hurts already. He is incredibly tight, and am big, and I know it's not all roses despite the lube and the kisses I try to shower him with. Half way through, he tenses as I stretch him, his head goes to the pillows, and he goes eerily quiet. I worry he is hurt, possibly crying, so gently, despite my internal battle to take him, I bend over him, kissing his head, and his cheek. We may have wanted this for long, but if he doesn't anymore I'll have to stop, I don't want to hurt him. "Hey, you ok?" I kiss his cheek gently turning his head to look at his face. He is fairly flushed, with wet swollen lips but otherwise looks ok. He pulls me into a messy kiss with him, his teeth clashing against mine hungrily, and biting at my skin with need.

"Keep going." He says, orders almost. I can't refute that order, so I push further into him. He stretches with every increase of my girth, moaning as I penetrate him. He fists the sheet under him, breathing out deeply when I finally bottom out. Fuck, it's unreal how he feels around me, how hard he clenches around me. It's better than I ever thought it would be, this feels way nicer, and fuck he's tight.

I take deep breaths as well, pulling back my cock before slamming into him once more. I repeat a few times under his growing whimpers, until I can easily move inside of him, and bring pleasure to him. My hands part his cheeks, and I will myself not cum at the sight of him taking me so bravely. "Fuck your tight." Wait, did I say that already? Because he is fucking tight. I breath out hazed, grabbing at his hips and setting a medium pace.

He moans under me, his body moving forward with my continued thrusts. "You were really keeping this to yourself?" I ask incredulously, bewildered at how good his ass is. His response is a tight clench around me, then a smirk as he turns his head to look at me. I accept the challenge, and I deliver my own thrust that makes him squeak, then keep hitting at his prostate, to hear those sounds from him.

"What's that?" I ask him as I keep my pace, this time he buries his head in the pillows, and I know it's out of pleasure. "I couldn't hear you." I urge on, wanting him to hear his voice. "Fuck." He mumbles in the pillows but I hear it, and feel it as he clenches again around me. I know he is close, and a part of my sinister mind convinces me to deny him one last time, just so I could see him ruined to bits beneath me.

I pull out, much to his disappointment once again. He whines, then curses under his breath, but doesn't get a chance to do a lot as I turn him over on his back, spreading his legs, lifting his knees then slamming back in him. He screams out my name, his hands latching onto my back, and his nails leaving souvenirs in their wake. That's it, he is moaning my name.

"Tell me what you want."

"Don't stop." He begs immediately, his needy eyes peering at me through his lashes. He wants to cum so bad, I can tell, so I lean over him on my elbows, my face incredibly close to his. I like him this way, I like him this ruined, mouth formed into an 'o' eyes rolled to the back of his head, and legs spreads. His throat forms all sounds of pleasure from my thrusts, eyes begging me to ruin him. I kiss him hard this time, I can't get enough of him, of his taste and his body. I can't get enough of seeing him this way.

"I am gonna cum." He cries out meeting my eyes, his hips meeting my quick thrust. His hands go around my butt, fingers splaying over my skin to push me deeper into his warm heat.  Fuck. My sole purpose is to please him right now, he comes first, I promised him that. So I wedge a hand between our bodies and wrap my fingers around his neglected cock, stroking him to his coming climax.

It's a sight alright, and the sounds he makes as his body tenses, and the way he grips around my own cock, and scratches down my back as he comes, is heavenly. Jesus he is beautiful, he looks beautiful, and sounds just the same. I let him ride his high, stroking his leaking length while he moans, until he is only whimpering beneath me.

I don't have a lot of fight left in me after this sight of him, and I know with the way he grips around me I won't last long either. It takes me a few minutes, with his legs over my shoulder, where I ravage his ass, thrusting deeply into him, while he stays ruined, and seemingly satisfied. I finally come to a conclusion, and with a grunt my hips halt, and I come into the condom, cursing at how good it feels. He helps through it, rolling around his hips, and gripping around with that hold of his on my dick, until I am equally spent, satisfied, and god -so happy.

Pulling out of him I fall on my back as well, taking off the condom and cleaning myself up with the tissues. I clean him too, throwing away the tissues in the bin before taking a place beside him. He snuggles to my side immediately, still out of breath as I am, but surprisingly still all smiles.

"That...that was amazing." He mutters, his naked body pressing onto my side before he brings the sheet over to our waist area. "Your amazing." I counter, pecking his lips swiftly. He chuckles lightly, laying his head on my chest. Right where I want him. With me, in my arms. In the new silence, his hand gently caress my chest, his fingers raking over my pecs and torso. They move lower, to the tattoo on my side, the one he was looking at earlier. He has always been intrigued by it, always curious as to what it is. So I am not surprised when he pushes back the sheet a bit, eyes following his fingers to my upper thigh.

"It's a rose." I say to him, and he hums in agreement, tracing the darkened leaves with such care. It's upside down, the beautiful bloom bud on my thigh, while the stem, and thorn like prickles around it, stays on near my hip bone. "Why did you get it?" I know people have always thought that with the type of profession I desire I should be tough. If I am ever going to be a rapper I need to be manly, and have tough looking tattoos, but this wasn't for the music, this wasn't anything to do with that.

"Where I come from, roses are a symbol of fight, they encourage people to grow from within, to blossom from your thorns, and later make those thorns your own security." These prickles are the challenges in life, the obstacles we go through on daily basis. They could drown you if not careful, choke you out until you wither under their hold if you let them. But they could also become parts of you, they could constitute a person at the end of the day if they want. I don't know if he gets it, I hope he does.

"It must very intimate then." He comments, raising his head to look at me. It's not necessarily hidden, but I have it there because it's important to me, a reminder from once in a while. Of where I come from, and where I aspire to be despite the challenges in life. I nod to him, smiling a bit. "It's beautiful."

"Your beautiful." I say, to which he smiles at the cockiness. "Still tryna flirt huh?"

"Just speaking the truth." I shrug out, lacing his hand on my chest with mine. It fits nicely, and I can't resist as I bring them to my lips, kissing the back of his hand. I feel a lot for him right now, things I don't know how to put in words, but want express so badly. Although I don't want to scare him off, we've just started, possibly the begin of something good, and I don't want to ruin that.

"What are you thinking about?" He questions, looking at me fondly. "That I want to you again?" He snorts hitting my arm. "You pervert." He says, but squeals after when I roll him to his back, getting over him. Like I said, I don't want to scare him away with my deep thoughts, so I stray away from those for now.

"You don't want to go again?" I ask him playfully, bringing his palms to my chest, then lower to my dick that's hard again. He gasps softly as he touches it, lust taking over his eyes.

There it is.