Putting their sexual activities aside, Seokjin stood in the middle of Namjoon's spacious bedroom, feeling his ears turn red out of embarrassment and nervousness.

"What is it?" The younger asked, seeking a response from Jin.

"There was this man I used to work for at a strip club. His name is Mister Jang... Well, at least that's what some call him. Most of us call him Lucifer."

"Can't imagine why..." Namjoon spoke, standing up.

"He's a very strict man who doesn't show mercy to escorts like me." Jin moved back when
Namjoon rushed over to him.

"Did he do something to you?" He tilted his chin upwards so that the man was looking at him. Jin shut his eyes, nodding.

"He's done a lot of things to me, sir. A lot of bad things..." Jin slipped his button up off after unbuttoning each button. Namjoon was left in shock with his mouth wide open as he noticed the bruises all over the man's body, along with the dark red lines that trailed all around his body.

He was completely marked.

"This was one of his most recent punishments... This happened on the second day of working at Volts Edge. When I arrived at the club, he scolded me for making him lose a costumer."

"Why the hell would he do this to you?" Namjoon's eyes widened, seeing all of the scars.

His blood boiled with anger, but he was mindful of Seokjin's presence and decided to make the older man forget about his pain by giving him love.

"As long as you're with me, I won't let him or anyone else hurt you ever again." Those words almost felt surreal to the older as he clamped onto Namjoon's back while he slowly
lead him back to the bed, switching the positions so that he wouldn't hurt Seokjin's back.

"Is this position comfortable for you?" Namjoon asked, double checking to make sure that the man wasn't feeling any discomfort. The last thing he wanted to do was cause him
pain. He's been through enough.

"Yes, it's perfect." With a nod of reassurance, Jin was ready to move onto the next step, and so was Namjoon.

The younger hunched over Seokjin as he parted his legs and bottom, enough to make his entrance visible.

Namjoon gently pushed down on the older man's back, elevating his bottom higher.

He slowly pumped his own hard-on, using his precum as a lubricant to smoothly enter Jin.

Jin's eyes automatically shut as the sensation of being filled with Namjoon's cock invaded his body, leaving him breathless for the first five seconds, until he was adjusted to the man's length.

Since he was experienced, it took him no time in getting used to Namjoon's thrusting.

Namjoon felt Seokjin's walls closing in, the deeper his cock travelled within him.

Jin kept silent for a while, then he raised his voice when his moans became audible and uncontrollable.

The immense amount of pleasure that shot through his body was making his hands so weak, he ended up falling face first into a pillow, muting his profanities and moaning.

Namjoon wrapped his hands around the man's neck, switching positions once more.

Now, Seokjin was resting on top of his lap, grinding against his length at a slow pace, to tease the man.

The other paused Seokjin's movements for a moment to sit up on the bed, curving him into his body, pressing his head into his bare chest.

Seokjin smirked, nibbling at the man's earlobe, whispering dirty things into his ear as the man sucked on his neck, trailing his lips down to his collarbones.

"Mmm... More..." The older gently felt around Namjoon's back, admiring the smoothness of it. Most of the men he's been with don't have such soft skin and bare chests.

He also loved the way Namjoon smelled. His scent was so addictive, so sensual, and so soft.

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"Ah, close... Namjoon... I'm close!" Jin gripped onto Namjoon's back, moaning loudly.

His bottom slammed down onto the younger's torso, repeatedly thrusting in and out until he was ready to release.

Namjoon was panting heavily, groaning underneath his breath while the other quickened his pace.

A ball of fire began to form from the pit of their stomachs as they moaned in between each rough thrust.

Jin's sinful moans were keeping Namjoon heated, making the younger bite harder into his flesh, marking his territory all over his body.

"Oh, fuck... Agh... Namjoon!" The older squeezed Namjoon tightly as he ejaculated all over himself. Namjoon pulled out, releasing right after, gripping Jin's hair.

He pushed the man down again, kissing him passionately while keeping one hand on his thigh.

Seokjin turned the man over, feeding off of his neck like a vampire, marking him with soft love bites.

They gently trailed their lips with soft, wet kisses.

Their bodies were worn out, breathlessly breathing out, gasping for air.

After the excitement was over and they had come down from their highs, Namjoon and Jin intertwined hands, locking them together as they hid underneath the bedsheets.

Exhausted from their loss of stamina, the men stayed asleep.

.•°~A few hours later~°•.

Namjoon woke up to the sound of whining. His eyes slowly fluttered open as he noticed where the sound was coming from.

"Seokjin..." He turned his head over to face the man who was underneath his ribcage.

Seokjin was groaning in his sleep, turning every which way. When he finally stayed asleep again, Namjoon got a full view of his back.

It broke his heart to see the scratch marks all over him. They looked beyond painful.

Now he understood why he couldn't sit down in his office for a while.

He gently ran his hand across Jin's head, caressing him as he peacefully slept.

"I won't let anyone hurt you again, Seokjin. I promise." The man's eyelids began to weigh on him again and before he could even place a kiss on Seokjin's neck, he ended up falling
asleep next to him.