YOU ARE MINE.

The water trickled down his honey, sculpted chest, washing over the layer of sky-blue foam that clung to his skin. The scent of the body wash was soothing, a refreshing blend of mint and lime that seemed to envelop him in calm. He savored the sensation, his hands moving in slow, deliberate circles as he scrubbed himself, the invigorating fragrance filling the steamy bathroom. The heavy green gel transformed into a light, airy lather between the fibers of the shower loofah, the smell softening and becoming even more calming.

The glass walls and mirrors fogged up, creating a cocoon of warmth and tranquility. Lost in the meditative rhythm of his movements, he poured more of the rich formula, not noticing the passage of time until the bottle was half empty.

"How much time do you need?" A deep voice called out, muffled through the door.

"Ten more minutes!" he shouted back, his voice echoing in the steamy enclosure. Turning off the water, he wrapped a cream towel around his waist, leaving behind clouds of hot steam. His damp hair, which was almost dry now from the edges, was still intact together.

"Finally, you came out!" exclaimed the older lounging on the brown queen-sized bed. The younger man glanced over, shrugging nonchalantly as he reached for the hair dryer. The morning was peaceful, bathed in a serene warmth. The elder giggled, rolling on the bed like a playful child. The younger focused on drying his hair, oblivious to the admiring gaze following his every move.

Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating his nude, honey-colored skin. Every curve of his torso and waist caught the light, the droplets of water glistening like pearls on his body. He looked almost otherworldly, an ethereal vision.

Namjoon watched him from the bed, the minimalist room fading into the background. A soft breeze sent a shiver through the younger man, who paused for a moment. He felt a pair of strong arms wrap around his waist, pulling him back into a warm embrace. He smiled at Namjoon through the mirror, his heart fluttering at the sight.

"You are looking gorgeous, honey." Jungkook's breath quickened, his heart pounding as if trying to escape his chest. Namjoon could feel the rapid thrum against his chest as well, a mixture of excitement and courage washing over him.

Jungkook rested a hand on Namjoon's chest, feeling the urgent beat beneath his palm."Are you okay?" asked the younger, feeling the beats. Namjoon gently removed Jungkook's hand, still holding them. "I am more than okay," he whispered, his voice a husky promise.

Namjoon was not okay! He was melting inside, melting from the fierce heat of his own desires. A thirst no drink could quench. A flame that no one could extinguish.

Namjoon leaned in, capturing Jungkook's lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was fierce, demanding, his tongue sliding into Jungkook's mouth, exploring with a hunger that sent shivers down his spine. Jungkook moaned softly into the kiss, his body melting against Namjoon's.

Namjoon's hands roamed over Jungkook's back, fingers digging in slightly, pulling him closer. The towel around Jungkook's waist loosened, falling to the floor. Forgotten. Namjoon's lips moved from Jungkook's mouth to his jaw, then down his neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses and bites.

Jungkook's breath hitched as Namjoon's mouth found his collarbone, sucking gently before nipping at the sensitive skin. His hands tangled in Namjoon's hair, pulling him closer, needing more of his fierceness.

Namjoon's hands slid lower, gripping Jungkook's hips, pressing their bodies together. The heat between them was palpable, their skin slick with anticipation. Namjoon's bites grew more urgent, more insistent, as he whispered against Jungkook's skin, "I want you, now."

Jungkook's response was a breathless whisper, "Then take me."

The intensity of their desire hung heavy in the air, each touch sending sparks flying between them. Jungkook's body responded eagerly to Namjoon's every command, his own need burning bright in his eyes as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensation of being desired. As Namjoon's hands trailed lower, Jungkook's breath hitched in anticipation, a shiver running down his spine at the promise of pleasure. He arched into Namjoon's touch, a soft whimper escaping his lips as he surrendered control, his body trembling with a heady mix of desire and vulnerability.

With each caress, Namjoon stoked the flames of Jungkook's desire, leaving him aching for more. His own need pulsed beneath the surface, a raw hunger that begged to be sated as he pressed his lover closer, their bodies melding together in a desperate embrace.

Lost in the heady rush of sensation, Jungkook could feel himself unraveling, every touch pushing him closer to the edge of oblivion. He clung to Namjoon as if he were his lifeline, his heart pounding in his chest as he surrendered completely to the overwhelming tide of pleasure. At that moment, there was nothing but the two of them, their bodies tangled together in a passionate embrace. And as they gave themselves over to the sweet agony of desire, they knew that this connection was something truly extraordinary, a love that burned brighter than the brightest flame.

Namjoon's breath was ragged, his need palpable as he moved over Jungkook, his touch firm yet tender. Jungkook responded eagerly, his body vaulting to meet Namjoon's, soft moans escaping as he submitted completely to the dominant embrace.

Jungkook's fingers gripped Namjoon's shoulders, his hold tight, his senses overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensation. Namjoon's mouth traveled down Jungkook's chest, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses that made Jungkook's head spin. He tilted his head back, exposing more of his throat, a silent plea for more.

Namjoon growled softly, the sound vibrating against Jungkook's skin. "You drive me crazy," he murmured, his voice thick with need. His hands roamed over exploring every curve and hollow with a possessive exigency.

Jungkook's breath hitched, his body trembling as Namjoon's hands traveled lower. "Namjoon," he gasped, his voice a soft, breathless plea. "Please..."

Namjoon paused, his dark eyes locking onto Jungkook's, searching for any hint of hesitation. Finding none, he let his own control slip, his need taking over as he moved with purpose. He pulled back slightly to whisper against his lips, "I need you."

Jungkook's heart pounded, his body thrumming with anticipation. "I'm yours," he whispered back, the words of a sweet surrender.

Namjoon's desire, nearly tangible as he pressed closer. "I know," he replied, his voice a low growl. He shifted, positioning himself over Jungkook, their bodies aligning perfectly.

Jungkook's breath caught as Namjoon's hands slid down to his hips, holding him in place. The outlook was almost too much to bear, his need building with every passing second. Namjoon's eyes never left his, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down Jungkook's spine."Ready?" Namjoon asked, his voice gentle despite the fire burning in his eyes.

Jungkook nodded, his eyes shining with trust and desire. "Yes," he breathed, his body arching into Namjoon's touch.

With a final, lingering touch, Namjoon began to move, his actions firm and confident. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of their love. Namjoon's touch was gentle yet insistent, his movements slow and deliberate, each caress designed to draw out Jungkook's pleasure.

Jungkook's body responded eagerly, his every nerve ending alive with sensation. He whimpered softly, his hands clutching at Namjoon's back, his body trembling with the intensity of his desire. Namjoon's lips moved lower, capturing one of Jungkook's nipples in his mouth, sucking gently before flicking it with his tongue. Jungkook gasped, his back looping as pleasure shot through him. Namjoon continued his ministrations, alternating between gentle sucking and teasing flicks, his free hand pinching and rolling the other between his fingers.

Jungkook's moans filled the room, his body melting into Namjoon's touch, craving more. His fingers tangled in Namjoon's hair, holding him close as waves of pleasure washed over him. 

Namjoon whispered sweet words of love and desire against Jungkook's skin, his voice a soothing balm that heightened the intimacy of their connection. He moved with a slow, steady rhythm, his touch both demanding and reverent as he brought Jungkook to the brink of ecstasy. Jungkook's body responded with eager relinquishment, his every breath a plea for more as he surrendered to the waves of pleasure that washed over him. Namjoon's hands and lips were everywhere, caressing, teasing, and worshiping, as he took Jungkook to new heights of sensation.

Namjoon's own breath grew heavier, his body pressing into Jungkook's, feeling the soft skin beneath his touch. Each movement, each moan from Jungkook, fueled the fire within him, driving him to take things further. His touches became more urgent, more demanding, his need for Jungkook consuming him entirely.

Namjoon's hands gripped Jungkook's hips, his fingers digging in as he moved with a relentless rhythm. The pace quickened, the intensity growing as Namjoon drove them both toward the edge of oblivion. Jungkook's breath came in short, desperate gasps, his body trembling with the intensity of his craving.

Namjoon watched Jungkook's face, seeing the euphoria reflected in his eyes, his own need mirrored there. He felt a primal satisfaction in knowing he was the cause of Jungkook's pleasure, that every moan and whimper was for him alone. Jungkook responded to the rougher touch, his own need rising to meet Namjoon's. He arched into Namjoon's hands, his head thrown back, exposing his throat in a gesture of complete obedience. Namjoon took advantage, his teeth nipping at the tender skin, leaving a trail of vivid red marks as he moved.

Jungkook felt himself teetering on the edge, his body tightening, ready to explode. Namjoon's hands gripped him tighter, his movements more determined as he whispered against Jungkook's skin, "Let go for me, Jungkook."

With a final, desperate cry, Jungkook let go, his body shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed over him. Namjoon followed closely behind, his own release hitting him with a force that left him breathless.

They collapsed together, their bodies tangled in a heap of sated limbs and heaving breaths. Namjoon's arms wrapped around Jungkook, pulling him close as they both tried to catch their breath, the intensity of their shared experience leaving them both trembling.

In the afterglow, they lay together, their hearts still pounding in sync. Namjoon's fingers traced lazy patterns on Jungkook's back, and the room filled with the soft sounds of their breathing. Jungkook nestled into Namjoon's chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath his ear.

Namjoon pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Jungkook's head, his voice a soft murmur in the quiet room. "I love you, Jungkook."

Jungkook smiled, his eyes closing as he let the words wash over him. "I love you too, Namjoon." In the soft glow of the morning light, their love blazed like a wildfire, consuming them in its passionate embrace. As they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, they knew that their love was something truly extraordinary, a force that could never be denied.

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