Chapter 1: A Thirsty Violin
Do you know the foundation of love? Of Lust? Mind you, love and lust are not the same thing. As my mother says, love is action. But can you have love without lust? It’s like having sex with no orgasm. Sometimes you get it; sometimes you don’t because love takes many forms. The basis of all these things, however, is desire. Thirst.
A solid beam of sunshine peered through the crack between the curtains in Jimin’s dorm room. He awakened in the soft cotton wrap of his lavender sheets. You see, he was the type of person to wake up at the buttcrack of dawn and make breakfast for his dorm-mates, but not today. He rose with strands of hair standing on end. 10:05 am. They were late for rehearsal! In a panicked elegant tornado he rushed out of his room. His pink mochi patterned underwear clung to his ass as he scurried to the kitchen to get a pot and pan.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
He stood in front of Jungkook’s door until a deep groan came from inside. Jk stepped out of his room. Sleep had made his hair into dark chocolate wisps; his face was a bit puffy; and his eyes were relaxed. He still managed to take Jimin’s breath away. He refused to look down because he knew what was down there. The big, strong, muscular, sexy, and gorgeous thighs that Jimin would gladly let choke him. Oh, why did he have to wear those shorts today? Jimin bit his lips. Who knew what he would face when he woke up Tae.
Lilac. The color wasn’t much by itself, but with Jimin it was everything. Everything Jungkook could want with that face. It brought out the creaminess of Jimin’s skin, the sparkle in his eyes, the pinkness of his plump lips. He woke up like this, flawless. Of course you know that Jk was always the second person to wake up each morning. He was the first to see Jimin everyday. Jk would normally help him cook and serve breakfast; He loved to be of service. He made the mistake of seeing Jimin’s rather rambunctious rear end, while he was getting two pot lids. The squeezed mochi between his cheeks were crying for help. Suddenly the thought of his hands sliding down the older boy’s beautiful backside consumed him. He stared at it, mesmerized. It was soft yet firm, lying between the borders of masculine and feminine. It plagued his mind. Everyone had a butt, but no one had a butt like Jimin. He averted his eyes. He couldn’t get a boner this early in the morning.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
They stood together at Taehyung’s door. “Wake up!”
“Lord, have mercy!” Tae yelped from behind his door. He rushed out to the bathroom.
“Oh my God, guys we’re late!”
Maybe it was a good thing that Tae was in such a rush today. If Jk was exposed to his beauty, there would be no way for him to fix any problems that may arise.
Jimin took in a deep breath as he, Tae, and Jk finally reached the auditorium of Bighit Music Academy. Tae tried to remain quiet with his trumpet, but he kept bumping against the backstage walls. They made their way to the stage.
Jimin was so highly embarrassed. They were not quiet or stealthy and received the disappointed look of their conductor. Mr. Bang looked away from Jimin, since he was the last to sit, pointing his nose upward like a hound dog.
“We will resume at score 157…..” there was a pause for the maknaes to get their music sheets. “.... 1, 2, 3, 4.”
Music was the thread that Jimin walked on between life and death. It was also the force that kept him balanced. It was his brother when the world turned black, dark, and treacherous; it was his lover on the lonely moonlit night of Valentine; it was his mother when he needed it’s cradling affection. He loved it with his whole being, Just like the few men sitting in this symphony. The big, tall man embracing the cello was none other than Kim Namjoon. Jimin adored the way his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He adored the fact that his eyes were closed. Namjoon expressed the ecstasy of music in the way his head would fall back; a feeling Jimin wished he could experience.
Even if Min Yoongi was behind him, Jimin could imagine how tenderly he caressed each key. The sound he made was like home; it kept you safe and warm. And under those minty locks, was a gaze so fierce that it could scare lions away. Jimin went wild for his eyes; the way they would flicker with fire; the way the would hold every ember of his existence. He wanted to burn by the mere thought of his regard.
Jung Hoseok pursed his lips like he was about to kiss his clarinet. And when he began playing, the symphony had a new playful sound, not just because of the music sheets. He was Jimin’s sun. There was no day without his shine; no light without his smile; no joy in the routine of life without his presence. Jimin revolved around him.
The man at the far back of the symphony was Jimin’s object of idolization. Aphrodite wished to be in his league. His shoulder were wide and strong, bearing the invisible weight of visual perfection. His face? Oh please, nothing Jimin could think of was enough to describe his beauty. There was a bit of jest in his eyes; a kind of humor that expanded overseas. He was Kim Seokjin and Jimin wanted every peice of him.
So you can guess that Jimin was grateful that their threads of fate intertwined; even if it was at this academy in the short frame of 4 years.
The symphony had finally reached a stopping point in the late hours of night.
"Alright students, I think that's enough for today." Mr. Bang heaved a sigh.
It wasn't that the army of band kids were not playing well enough, they were missing something. The innate love for music. Yes, he had some exceptional students, but something was thwarting their progress, like a brick wall.
The students swiftly returned to their dorms that night.
Jungkook had been staring too long. He knew it. Tae knew it. Is it absurd that each time, during the rehearsal, while Tae blew his trumpet, he could only think of what that would feel like on his dick, Mr. Johnson? He needed Tae’s mighty hands wrapped firmly around his stick shift; he wanted to be sent into overdrive; he needed to scream for him. Just once. Now, his penis was growing bigger and the only thing Jk could do when he finally got back to his dorm was run to his room. He was never allowed the chance to solve the problem that arose. Taehyung was there. And before Jungkook could realise the gravity of the situation it was too late.
At first Tae did nothing he just stared. Damn those playful eyes of his and how they seemed to make everything else cease to exist. Damn those lips of his and how they threatened to the the salvation and destruction of Jungkook, right now. Damn that body of his and how badly Jk wanted to be under it. Secrecy gave way to desire. Jungkook couldn’t stand it anymore.
“I can’t bare the thought of staying away from you anymore.” He breathed deeply.
“Hyung, this is what you do to me. Everytime I see you, I feel like I have to close my eyes to survive because your so beautiful.”
He fell to his knees. “All I want-- all I need is for you to take me. Hold me, Hyung. Say you’ll never leave. I wanna give myself to you…” he trailed off.
This was as far as his shamelessness could go. He was in front of the keeper of his heart… begging. Was it by some angel in heaven? Or some witch’s spell that compelled Tae to grab his face and say
“If you only knew the content of my dreams; the endless nights I lay unsatisfied, awake and needy for you. You would know that I could never leave you even if I die. Do you know how beautiful you are?”
Jungkook miraculously had some form of courage left in his trembling spine. He brought it forth as he said.
“Why don’t you show me?”
He was satisfied with Tae’s raised eyebrows. Who needed a bed? Right here was fine. Finally he was able to be exposed to the one he loves; finally he was free. He held Tae’s hands and brought them down; Past his stomach, to the crotch of his pants. His breath was quick with anticipation: the first time Tae would touch Mister Johnson. By the blink of an eye, Jk’s clothes were ripped from his body. The cold breeze of air conditioned filled every crevice of his body. He shivered.
Tae’s kiss was gentle at first. Their lips sliding down each other contour. Their tongues waltzing in a sea of saliva. Who knew that Tae’s lips would taste like this? The taste of their tongues had merged into one and before Jungkook knew it his back was on a kitchen counter. He winced and moaned at the cold. He realized the position he was in.
“Hyung,” he pointed at his nipples “This is the place where all my dreams of you began.”
Tae smiled “I’ll make your dream a reality.”
Jungkook wanted to cry, laugh, and scream all at the same time. He shuddered at Tae’s touch, releasing small hums. His lips were soon there, sucking the life out of Jk’s nipples. He hadn’t even entered him yet and he was already biting his lip to keep from moaning loudly.
“Hyung, please…. Fuck me while the moon is still in the sky.”
When there was no response until Jk muttered the word.
Tae stood up so quickly that Jungkook feared he had made a grave mistake. His heart vibrated.
“Say that again… louder.”
“Now, the world knows that you belong to me. My sweet, baby boy.”
Pecks trailed down a happy line as Jungkook prepared his mind and body for the next event.
“Spread your legs, baby.” Tae gripped his thigh.
His legs were spread like a fan. And like a fan he knew he was weak down there.
Tae scurried to the .He came in. He was aggressively fast and Jungkook so could not contain his moans and sighs. How glorious it was to be fucked in the open. Publicly exposed by the man he loved. He held on to his own thighs. Pain was the negative connotation of pleasure. He needed it so desperately that he would gladly sacrifice his purity. He rode high on his aching body which granted him the super power of resilience. Soon, he couldn't feel his surroundings. He could only hear the sound of their hot breaths, suppressed groans, and thighs clapping.
They shook together in one rhythm, so intoxicated by their desire, that they failed to notice Jimin walk into the room. He had been there for a while now, quiet, until he dropped his bag of groceries.
Jimin was beyond flabbergasted. They two people he loved most, loved each other. He should have been elated, but the viney green feeling that crept up his stomach was clouding his thoughts. How long had they been so infatuated that they thought it necessary to make a public announcement. How? When? What about the feelings he had festered for years? Was it his fate to be left abandoned? He lost composure and dropped his bag in sorrow.
Jimin saw their nakedness. The truth of their beings. Tonight they put their hearts, their lives on the line, for the cause of true love.
“I am sorry to intrude.” Jimin turned towards his room, but Taehyung and Jungkook caught him.
“My friend,” Tae spoke first. “I know what this may look like, but I assure you there is love to go around.”
“We can not deny what is true,” Jk added. “There is a big elephant in the room.”
“I don’t understand,” said Jimin.
“Do you not feel the air between us? Do you not love us as we love you?” Tae said.
“Wait, …… so you're telling me that you both feel the same way?”
“Yes.” Jk and Tae said in unison.
Jimin was pulled closer to Tae. There was something romantic in the way he held Jimin’s wrist with one hand and slipped another between the fabric of his pants. He was friction. Rubbing himself along each fold of Jimin’s privates. Jimin could feel his insides melting. Another set of hands were slowly undressing his lower half. Soon, he was fully exposed. The bare beautiful buttox was cupped and massaged by strong hands. Those were Jungkook’s hands; he knew it. He moaned grabbing on to Tae’s shoulder for support. He had never been explored like this before. He had never needed so much in his life before. He knew at the back of his mind that it was temporary, but he wanted to enjoy this singular moment of joy.
He said breathlessly, now that he was wedged between them.
“Take all that you desire from me. Everything from my body to my soul belongs to you. If you must, drink the blood that flows through my veins. If you can, inhale the breeze of my breath. If you want, keep my love inside yourself. It will always be there for you. I will always be there for you.”
They moved themselves to Tea's bedroom -- because he had the biggest bed. They barely busted through the door and started bending their bods like pretzels, except they weaved in and out of each other like snakes. The scent of Taehyung's golden yellow sheets filled Jimin's nose. It was the only form of air he could breathe. Who needed to breathe when the his two most cherished lovers proclaimed their love for him in the unholy acts performed that night? He was not the same person he was five minuets ago. They had all been elevated to a new version of themselves.
You should have seen the way their bodies moved. Synchronization in the oddest of times made them an unstoppable force of ecstasy. They howled to the moon on Mars and let the marriage of lust and love take place.
What is a man if he is not driven by his desire? Who are we when we become one in the most errotic way? When we have cast out our virginity, and welcomed a new “soiled” fate? Does it even have to be “soiled” at all?
Chapter 2: A Seductive Pipe
Hoseok and Yoongi play a game of seduction. Who will win?
I wanted to try something new with this one.
I hope you guys love it.
I will probably be updating this chapter a lot because I'm not really satisfied with it, so please stay tuned.
Seduction is an art form, a game, a hobby or pastime, and a skill. To be an adept player, you must know the ins and outs of your prey. Even if you are unaware of their kryptonite, you must act like you know.
Take Min Yoongi, for example. They way his eyes fixed themselves on Mr. Bang, the conductor, knowing that he really wanted them somewhere else: Jung Hoseok’s heart-shaped lips. He began fantasizing about mapping every part of their circumference with his own mouth; the supple, pink canvas of his dreams. When he thought like this, you could hear it in how he played the piano. It was so soft, barely audible. With each caress of the key, he caressed Hoseok’s body. … the piano ... never felt … so … good.
He was having an affair.
“Min Yoongi!” Mr. Bang barked, “You’re off tempo. Please keep up.”
Yoongi quickly gathered himself and his music sheets. He knew the song from memory, but that wasn’t the point. His ears were as pink as cherry blossoms.
Yes, he was cheating.
His first love was music. No one loved him the way audible notes string-lined in the course of beautiful destiny did; No one was there for him when he cried like ballads; No one beat him like rock did; No one made him think like Hip-Hop did. His first love music was.
He was cheating on music with Hoseok.
With a new regained fire in his eyes, he watched what he wanted to watch. He glared at Hoseok. Orange hair crowned his head. He was standing, so Yoongi could see his athletic build. He had the body of a dancer: elegant fingers where placed on top of the holes of the clarinet, while his jovial feet tapped along to the music. This, Yoongi studied, was how he kept tempo. He adored how music seemed to be an aura of Hobi and how the beat would move him like a puppeteer. His lips were firmly sealed around the clarinet. His eyes, however, smiled as if he had a joke inside his head. Yoongi wondered what it was.
Jung Hoseok could only laugh. He knew he had to stay quiet and be serious for the rehearsal, but the way Yoongi was staring at him was just absolutely hysterical. Not only had he successfully managed to get the poor man to look at him, he had thrown him off his usual stoic façade. You see, Hobi was the only real player here. He let his prey, Yoongi, believe that he could possibly seduce him. Little did the older boy know, that each move he made was foreseen; He was trapped in the Pied Piper’s flute.
Deep down, inside Hobi’s heart, he knew he loved the minty-haired man. He loved the way he was open to himself and the world through the medium of music. The mannerisms he performed while playing the piano was like a man talking to his lover, under the moonlight. Music seemed to ooze out of his fingertips. Lord knows that Min Yoongi was the true star of this symphony.
Soon, the rehearsal was over. Their goal was to wow the audience seated in the ARKO Arts Theatre right here in Seoul. The seven boys would meet up at a local diner after practice for some small talk.
Yoongi, Hoseok, Jin and Namjoon sat together at one of those long burgundy seats near the windows. The air was thick with the sent of bulgogi; it flew from the chef’s pans to yoongi’s nose, as he inhaled it along with Hoseok’s cologne. He was aware of his crush’s every move. The way he would place his hands on the marble table; the way he would lean into a conversation; The rise and fall of his chest. Yoongi knew everything.
“Right, Yoongi.” Hoseok turned to him.
It may have been for a second, but right then and there, Yoongi said everything he wanted to say with his eyes. I love you so much it feels like my head is going to explode. I love you so bad that I want to slowly rip you into miniscule pieces and stitch you back on my heart, so that you’ll never leave me. Your radiance burns; burns brighter than the sun; burns my eyes and my insides. And yet I can’t breathe without you. I’m not free without you by my side. In those seconds, Hoseok’s smile faded. They saw each other for the first time.
“Ehem,” Namjoon cleared his throat.
Hoseok’s woke up from his enchantment. What devilish eyes yoongi had because now, he was confused.
“Pardon me-” He rushed to the bathroom.
Yoongi’s stare lingered on at the back of his eyelids, glowing silver like the moon. He desperately splashed water in his face. Maybe the water would cleanse his thoughts; maybe the water would cool down his racing heart; maybe the water wasn’t enough because he knew what he wanted. What he had been yearning for.
“Don’t dare speak it into existence.” Hoseok chided himself. Then, He smirked. “This is exactly what I wanted.”
He had managed to get the minty fox to look at him with such passion and desperation. He had succeeded in obtaining his desire. Now, he’d just have to watch the man fall into him; love him like he has loved no other.
Yoongi walked into the room, unassuming. He stopped when he saw Hoseok.
“What are you doing?” he said.
Water droplets dripped from the strand of orange hair that clung to Hobi’s face. It made its way down to his lips and for a moment, Yoongi was deaf. He never heard Hoseok’s explanation; he just watched his mouth move. His heart shaped lips were glossed over with water; it made them shine like copper. Yoongi’s insides were set ablaze. He had to act fast.
After a few ramblings over how scared he was, He realized his shirt was soaked; his face was red; and he was just smirking at himself in the mirror.
Yoongi was already removing his jacket.
“Here. Use this.”
Hoseok gingerly held the cloth, like it might tear if pulled too hard. It was times like these that he remembered that Yoongi was his roommate.
“Thank you,” he gave him his usual sunshine smile.
Yoongi was giving him that look again. The same pleading expression that made his eyes shine. This time was a bit softer, almost adorable and with each passing moment Hoseok could feel his heart crumble.
The next day was Saturday. Normally, this was a meditative day for the symphony, but Mr. Bang was not comfortable with the manner in which they played. So there they were at 9:00 pm, still strumming, blowing, and playing their instruments.
Hoseok could not stop thinking about yesterday. He knew Yoongi had been paying attention to him; he was supposed to catch him off guard. Every fiber of his being wanted to watch the minty haired man play the piano. Only Lord knows if he would have survived watching him caress those keys like he would touch his body. The very thought sent shivers down his spine. He was scared, thrilled, yet curious to know what that would feel like.
“Jung Hoseok.” Mr. Bang called. Hoseok crashed into reality. His ears were the same color as Jungkook’s hair, magenta. His heart was racing again. He didn’t dare look at Yoongi.
He was losing this fight; They both knew it.
Exasperated, Mr. Bang Heaved a sigh “That will be all for tonight get some rest. We will resume tomorrow.”
The students all dragged their exhausted bodies to their dorm rooms.
Yoongi was on his bed before you could say “Jack Robinson.” He had only managed to take of his shoes. His face sank into the cool navy sheets, suffocating him with joyful sleep.
Suddenly, he felt a soft breeze behind his ear. He opened his eyes to find Hoseok standing there like a doe caught in headlights.
A smile pulled the corner of his lips, “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, I-I was just checking on you.” Hobi stuttered.
Yoongi had never seen him this way. He seemed so nervous, like he if he continued to shake, he’d shed right out of his skin. It made the older boy want to protect him; shield his light from the darkness of the world. The only thing he could do was embrace him, which he did, except it didn’t make things any better. He could feel Hoseok melting in his arms. He was scared that if he let go that Hobi would run off and never do this again; never come to his room when the moon was highest in the sky again; never stroke his hair like he did ever again. Yoongi couldn’t have that. He held him tighter and now he was crumbling under the weight of his love. Just as he held his world, in the pillars of his unconscious mind, he was Atlas and the love he had for Hoseok was the Earth. Suddenly, He couldn’t breathe. He found himself gasping for air.
“Yoongi?!” Hoseok yelped in a worried voice. But this wasn’t a medical problem. Yoongi kept his grip on Hoseok’s wrist. He sat on his bed, facing Hobi.
He was very aware of the position they were in. Yoongi wasn’t even looking up, he just- he just-
Yoongi’s hands found their way to Hoseok’s hips, forcing him to sit on the piano player’s lap. The way he looked at Hobi… it was so full of love and lust. No human being on this planet could resist voluntarily plunging themselves into the fiery depths of Yoongi’s eyes; especially under this full moon. Yoongi’s fingers, so thin and beautiful, traced the side of Hobi’s face as he brought him closer and closer. Their mouths were reluctant to touch because they knew there would be no coming back from this. After tonight, they would become different people.
Sunset and Moonrise.
The sun fell into the moonlight.
Binding souls in dark night,
Both worlds collide at earth’s demise.
It’s suicide to think I could live without you.
Take my soul, my heart too.
In the escapist dream of ecstasy,
Your body is all I see.
Come to me.
The sun and moon
Joined too soon.
They wrapped around each other;
Morphing into something new.
Like the kiss the sun stole from my lips,
They became an eclipse.
The love of his life lay under him in his purest form. Yoongi enjoyed their exposure; naked is the only fashion statement that is worth making. For so long, he wished the hard white piano keys were as soft and smooth as Hoseok’s tender skin. Now, it was finally happening. He stroked Hobi’s lips.
“I love you,” he breathed. He made sure his lover sat up to look him in the eyes.
“I love you more,” Hobi echoed.
“I love you most.” Yoongi’s nose was inches away from Hoseok’s. His lips traveled down the younger boys neck, giving him the hickie of all hickies. Yoongi needed to make sure his baby was covered with them, so he did. He tasted every crevice and curve; every fold; every patch of skin and flesh. Yoongi had almost devoured him. He turned the boy on his stomach, brushing the path of his spine. He spread his ass with the intention of destroying his already weak body.
His voice dipped, “My love has no mercy.”
Moonfire burned that night. It was the combination of Hoseok and Yoongi; it was the combination of the moonlight and their blazing desire; it was the combination of the looks that passed between them; it was the combination of their breaths; it was the combination of their lives; it was the combination of their souls.
“Is this your first time?”
“Yeah,” he chuckles, “But don’t go easy on me.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t.”
He caressed the soft skin, sucked it, bit it, almost tore it, if joy had not overtaken him. He moaned and screamed his name and never cared if anyone else heard because he was with his lover and that’s all that mattered. Spread across the navy sea bed sheets like an eagle; Gutted in the guts like a fish with a voluntary sword; the sweat that dripped from his temple were the tears of a desire he thought he would lose. Little did he know that it would only grow over time.
They had cooled down now. It was almost morning and that meant that Yoongi would have to get up, but for now, he enjoyed the scene before him. He watched hoseok sleep on his chest, his eyes sparkling in the disappearing moonlight.
Seduction is pure in a sense that it can turn the predator into prey; if the player himself is played. It seems the true winner of this game was Yoongi.
Chapter 3: A Loving Cello
Namjin celebrate their 2nd anniversary by getting romantically rowdy.
*insert "one does not simply" meme*.
to "know" someone in biblical terms is to have sex with them.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
A LOVING CHELLO
One does not simply fall in love. The shackles that hold your heart don’t just release themselves for mere attraction. There are insecurities and boundaries and faults and idiosyncrasies and grievances; the trials and tribulations of love. Love is not a feeling. It is an action guided by synonymous emotions.
The dim lit city only made Kim Seokjin shine brighter. The way his eyes sparkled with childlike wonder made Joon’s heart twinge. His pitch black tufts of hair, peeking beneath his light pink baseball cap, covered his forehead, adding to the baby facade. They walked along the damp streets of Seoul until they had reached the dorm building for Bighit Music Academy. As they rode in the elevator, getting closer to their room, Namjoon had trouble finding air to breathe.
“Joonie, are you okay?” Jin was staring at him with concern.
Namjoon held his chest, “I’m fine.” He hoped it was enough.
Jin didn’t look convinced. Thank God he decided not to ask anymore questions. The elevator door opened faster that Namjoon anticipated. His palm were liquefying their nervousness.
“Hyung, close your eyes.” he tried to hide how nervous he was.
Jin immediately obeyed him. Did he know? This was supposed to be a surprise. Joon sarcastically congratulated himself. Even with his eyes closed, there was no way Joon could love a female with Jin’s existence. It just wasn’t possible. He remembered when he confessed his feelings and instead of being repulsed, Jin accepted him; Loved him. Every night he spends with this man, he wonders if he’s worthy. What good deed did he do in his past life to be next to such grace, patience and elegance. His whole galaxy was in Jin’s eyes.
He seized the opportunity to size up his boyfriend. The pastel pink shirt complimented his skin; the black windbreaker exaggerated his perfected shoulders; and the black ripped skinny jeans practically molded around his legs, like a second skin. Oops, he forgot the whie vans. Jin makes everything look better. Joon was looking forward to taking those off later. He opened the door of their slightly dark, yet highly decorated dorm room. He positioned Jin in the living room next to the speakers; in the center of rose petals. He hoped Jin loved his anniversary gift.
“Open your eyes.” Joon’s breath cascaded down Jin’s ears. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Lit candles were sprinkled all over the dorm. A rose petal path came from their front door, to their living room, and to Namjoon’s bedroom.
“Joonie…” was all he could say to express his surprise. He removed his hat.
“Do you like it?”
Jin was shocked by the question. How could he not love something his boyfriend worked so hard to make. He wanted to smack him for the mere suggestion.
“I love it,” was all he said in reply.
Namjoon looked so relieved, like his life depended on Jin’s nod of approval. It made his heart ache. He never wanted to hurt Joon in any way. His dongsaeng started scrolling through his phone. Jin loved the was his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. It made his face take a more serious tone. Soon it was over, and before he knew it, Whitney Huston’s I Have Nothing started playing. Joon took off his jacket and swaggered his way to Jin. His boyfriend took his hand and pressed it against his lips. He looked so sexy with silent hunger raging behind his pupils. Jin couldn’t help but take a step back.
Big hands clutched his big shoulders as they slid past his neck to gently unzip his jacket. Jin didn’t move a muscle. He loved this feeling; being disrobed. He wanted more. He needed more, but Namjoon was holding his waist now and the world started spinning. He put a hand on the younger boy’s firm chest.
“Joon…” He couldn’t find the words to say how he felt. He was so in love with this man. Life could take everything from him, but if it took his Joonie, there would be no point in living on. His soulmate; the one he was destined to love. Sometimes he was scared he’d crash and burn, but if it was in Joonie’s arms, then it was all worth it.
They were slow dancing to Whitney’s voice. Joon eyes were glued to him, whisperings sweet nothings into his ear. It made Jin a bubbly babbling giggly mess. Quite flustering, honestly, but he didn’t care.
“Happy 2nd Anniversary.” Namjoon’s smoky voice seeped into his bones. He made the mistake of looking at Joon’s lips. Those pretty pink, perfectly plump, dashingly dimpled, knowingly kissable lips. Oh God, help him.
Their lips collided like two asteroids in vast outer space. Slipping and sliding in the sea of saliva. They couldn’t breathe; they didn’t want to. All they craved was to crash and burn; to be each other’s Icarus. Tonight is the night they express their boundless love.
They separated with an obscene popping sound. Panting, Joon took a moment to observe his lover’s gaze. He had never seen Jin have so much desire in his eyes. They seem to hold Namjoon’s image like it was the last piece of food on earth. He could feel himself blushing. Who knew? Jin’s cheeks were flushed and a line of drool followed the edge of his rounded lips to his chin.
“Haha, you look cute with my drool on your face.”
His Hyung turned as red as a tomato, which only resulted in a burst of laughter. They’ve had sex before, if you count dry humping in the tight space of a public bathroom as sex. But they’d had nothing so intimate; nothing like this. Still chuckling, he pulled Jin closer to start slow dancing again. This time, he made small pecks down his neck, which eventually turned into sucking. That’s how Jin’s neck was full of purple bruises. Joon knew he loved it. The soft moans that came spilling from his lover’s lips told him to keep going.
“Put your heart on your chest for me, babe,” Joon whispered against his ear. He could feel his hyung crumbling between his arms. He loved this feeling; the ownership.
“I’ll know you well, tonight.”
Jin tucked his head in the crook of Joon’s neck, squirming in his embarrassment. As an avid reader, he knew Jin would fall for that one. Joon slid his hand beneath the boy’s shirt. The softness of his hyung’s skin made him nostalgic of days when they would hide to love in secret. Their symphony attire and hair, unkempt. They tried hard to be silent, but every so often one of them would moan and they’d have to slow down. They simply could have had sex at home, but there were too many ease-dropping friends with big mouths. Joon knew that they couldn’t continue to live like this, so he planned for the occasion. As he pondered, he pinched Jin’s skin a couple of times out of curiosity. Jin moaned on his neck and in response, started sucking Joon’s sweet spot. They had already discussed their likes and dislikes in detail a few months ago. That was when he found out that Jin was a masochist. After he had traveled the circumference of Jin’s torso blindly, Namjoon decided to get rid of their pesky shirts.
There they were. Shirtless. Both of them studying the other. Their bodies glowed in the candle light. Golden skin and fiery eyes; tonight their worlds collide for the first time.
It’s not like he hadn’t seen Namjoon shirtless before. But in this moment, Jin had never seen anything so beautiful. A pair of impeccable pecks and a lightly defined abdomen only added to his elegance. The soft candle light gave his features a Royal texture. Jin could feel his knees go weak. He would give anything to bow and kiss his feet. “King” he would say.
“Follow me.” Namjoon offered his hand. Oh yes! A million times yes! They walked the rosy path to Namjoon’s bedroom. Jin was flabbergasted.
“Where did the bed go?”
Joon was laughing again. It almost sounded evil.
“We’ll be just fine without one.” There was a pause.
Namjoon left him in the middle of the room, just standing there. Jin surveyed the room. The greyish-blue walls took a darker hue in contrast to the candles. Each waxy stick was accompanied by two rose petals. Soon, his lover returned with a bottle of lube and a bunch of skinny black ties.
“Youngblood!” Luke Hemmings sang from the living room. Joon was swaying to the music as he put on one of the ties to compliment his ripped skinny jeans. Oh, he was just dripping with sex appeal, tonight, wasn’t he? It was the best lingerie ever.
“Come here” Joon beckoned. He was almost glaring at Jin as he put the tie on him. He made it a bit tight, but Jin wasn’t complaining. His own leash. Joon pulled him in, gnawing at his ear like a hungry animal.
“What do you call me?” He growled.
“K-king I-I-I call you K-king.” Jin stammered. Their bodies were pressed against each other.
The younger lover pulled his boyfriend’s ear.
“Bow and kiss my feet, peasant.”
The word sent shivers down Jin’s spine “Yes, your highness.”
Joon wiggled his toes, basking in his dominance. When he thought it was enough, he tugged on Jin’s tie.
“Good boy. Stay on your knees and look straight ahead.”
Jin knew what his King was really asking. He watched as Joon slowly unzipped his pants, revealing the bulging tent in his black underwear. Jin swallowed.
Namjoon loved the way Jin’s face contorted in agonised desire. He stroked his own half hard dick in front of the poor man. All they had done was kiss and take their shirt off, but under the circumstances, he wasn’t ashamed. Jin’s eyes followed his hands’ motion like the good little puppy he was. He was licking his lips and blinked at least once a minute.
“You’re not allowed to touch it yet.” Namjoon’s lips curled into a sneer,
“But I know you want to.”
His hyung didn’t even deny it. He nodded as if he was in a trance. Absolutely delightful. Joon never knew he was such a good sub. To make it harder for Jin, he took a step closer to his lover’s face. Jin suppressed a yell by biting his lips. It was just provocative; plain rude to be so enticing. He looked and Joon’s dick like it was the only food left on earth; and he was the last famished human. Joon could practically taste how badly his lover needed him. He enjoyed watching Jin struggle to obey him, fighting every fiber of his body. This is what he liked to see. Desperation at its finest. Fuck, why did Jin have to bite his lips. He had to be punished for his disrespect. With no warning, Namjoon poked Jin’s lips with his wet, hard penis. The boy knew what to do. The mouth opened like a drawbridge to a castle. Jin wrapped his lips around Namjoon’s dick vigorously, it almost inhaled it. Joon proceeded to fuck his mouth at a supernatural speedy pace. Jin’s moans caused vibrations and He wished he could stay there longer, but not yet. The time wasn’t right. He pulled out a few minutes later.
The momentum caused Jin to fall back. Joon’s heart pounded against his chest. He thought it was his fault, but Jin knew what he was doing. He dreamt of this exact moment; he wanted it just like this. He caught himself. Gently, he lay on the ground with his hands above his head and his legs spread.
“My King, please step on me.” Jin said breathlessly. He was adept in the art of submission.
Nothing could be more majestic in Joon’s eyes. He really had the best boyfriend. He grabbed a tie and a candlestick. He put the waxy lighter beside jin as he tied up his hands. Taking the light with him, he found himself standing between Jin’s legs.
The older boy loved the way how mighty and unbreakable Joon looking standing over him. The dongsaeng brought the tire fire near Jin’s inner thigh. He inhaled sharply. He watched the flames closely as they brushed his jeans, never quite touching.
“Scared, are you?” Joon teased.
“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”
The flame was put out. His hyung was so pretty as a shirtless hot and bothered mess, but the pants were ruining the picture.
Seokjin yelped as his pants were ripped off. Leaving him bare under the golden candle light. His erection was so prominent that it made him bashful. Goosebumps lined his newly exposed skin. Joon’s foot found his ball sack . He played with it, rubbing it at a painfully slow pace.
“You shy? You little slut.” he said, “I know you’d give anything to have me inside you.”
Jin nodded his head vehemently. Joon chuckeld, picking up the pace.
“How does it feel to get stepped on?”
“S-so good, King, good ah-”
Namjoon was at full speed now. “Tell me how badly you want me!” he growled.
Jin was heating up by such a demand. His stomach was rolling with butterflies as he said
“I want you. I want you so bad . Please just fuck me already, your highness.”
Joon released something between a growl and a moan. Whatever it was, it climbed from the depths of his throat.
Jin decided to explore this.
“Bury me alive. I don’t wanna walk tomorrow.”
You wouldn’t believe the speed at which Joonie stripped and was between Jin’s legs. His hyung was pulsing. He held the limbs down to spread them as far as possible. His hyung was pulsing. Jin warily watched Joon slowly enter his whole.
“You’re so fucking tight. Haha you and your virgin ass.”
Jin hadn’t realised how hard Joon was; how big he was. He tossed his head aside in embarrassment. Joon caressed his stomach to ease the pain. He enjoyed the softness of Jin’s skin. It made him want to bite it, but maybe another time. Once he was in, he began thrusting slowly. He kept picking up the pace until they were both a sweaty moaning mess. Jin tried desperately told hold onto something, but the flat floor offered no assistance. He understood why Namjoon moved the bed. The cruel sadistic jerk. As they were reaching their climax, Jin could feel his mind slipping into a frenzy. With no grounded reality, he could only scream. Suddenly, two hands pinned his to the ground. The chaos died down. With one particularly hard thrust, cum filled his insides… and outsides. Exhaustion hit and Joon lay beside him.
Joon returned with the blanket, covering both of their bodies as the lay on the floor. Jin is his afterglow was something he could stare at for eternity. He wanted the image burned into his visual cortex. For a second, he thought he caught a glimpse of the terror from earlier, but it was replaced with a huge grin.
“Joonie…” Jin cooed. He nuzzled against Namjoon’s chest. He chuckled at how predictable his hyung could be.
“I love you.”
His voice was so cute when he was drifting to sleep. He wanted to tell jin that he was his everything; his damnation and salvation; the sun to his moon; his soulmate. But for now, he stuck with
“I love you, hyung.”
I did it for the sadistic dom community.
Damn, Daniel. back at it again with the white vans.