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Hoseok surfaced to consciousness slowly, like swimming up from a pool of his dreams, calm and dark and deep and swirling in gentle tendrils around him. His heartbeat pulsed in his fingertips, sunlight kissed his eyelids, and warmth cradled his limbs, comfortable and reassuring. He blinked, slowly, and the room swam into view, the tiny stars Namjoon had stuck to the ceiling of their apartment years ago the first thing to come into focus. A small movement beside him and Hoseok turned to bury his nose in Namjoon's hair as his boyfriend nudged closer, mostly asleep.
A knee slid furtively over his leg, and a thigh ground gently down between Hoseok's legs and - oh oh maybe not as asleep as Hoseok had initially assessed.
"Good morning," Hoseok whispered hoarsely, voice thick with sleep, and Namjoon grunted, turning his face further into Hoseok's shoulder.
"Shh. 'M sleeping," he breathed, and his thigh pressed more firmly against the hardness between Hoseok's thighs.
"You sure?" Hoseok returned, barely moving his lips, and rolled his hips up against Namjoon's leg, one hand traveling painstakingly slowly to rest atop a bare thigh. He squeezed and rocked up lazily again, and Namjoon growled.
"Stop moving so much. You're waking me up."
Hoseok laughed without sound and closed his eyes, dragged Namjoon slightly closer and let Namjoon grind unhurriedly against him, slow sleepy rolls against his thigh. The sound of their soft breaths mingled with the ambient street noise and the low hum of the fan beside the bed, and Hoseok let it lull him back into a hazy semi-consciousness, pleasure warming between his legs and spreading through his limbs.
Soft lips pressed under his jaw and he tilted his head away to expose his throat, humming quietly as Namjoon kissed slowly across his pulse and up as far as he could reach without lifting his head.
"Kiss," Namjoon whispered, punctuating his demand with a firm grind of his cock against Hoseok's hip, and Hoseok turned obligingly and caught Namjoon's lower lip between his teeth, tugging slowly before sucking it into his mouth and turning into the kiss. Namjoon's lips moved languidly, dragging across his, tongue slowly sliding in and out of Hoseok's mouth, small wet noises added to the harmony of morning sounds.
Hoseok almost could have fallen asleep like that he thought, with the warmth of his best friend pressed against his side, and the slick wet of his kiss in his mouth, the hard pressure of him against his thigh. But the thigh between his legs ground down again and a moan escaped him, swallowed up by Namjoon.
He pulled back from the kiss, opened his eyes and watched Namjoon push slowly away from him, eyes half closed, lips puffy with kisses. He slid away, down the bed, inch by inch, until he was nestled between Hoseok's legs, sleep-clumsy fingers dragging his boxers down and off.
A sigh whispered across Hoseok's lips and Namjoon rested his cheek against Hoseok's thigh, pushed his legs apart and scooted closer, breath warm and damp on his exposed skin. A shiver rippled across Hoseok's body and then Namjoon's wet mouth was wrapping slowly around him and Hoseok sighed and arched back, eyes falling closed and mouth falling slack with pleasure.
Namjoon moved unhurriedly, achingly slowly, tongue pressing oh so slow and soft against the underside of Hoseok's cock, tracing slowly up the side, swirling so slowly around the head that Hoseok wondered if he was imagining the movement. His hand drifted down to rest softly on Namjoon's head, fingers tangling gently in his hair. Little wet sounds fell from Namjoon's mouth as he moved, sighs and little slurping sounds, and it sent wave after wave of warmth shivering across Hoseok's skin. He moaned softly as Namjoon hollowed his cheeks for a moment and then went back to the lazily suckling and slurping from before.
A finger joined Hoseok's cock in Namjoon's mouth for a moment, and then it was removed and pressed against his entrance and Hoseok sighed and relaxed as it pressed in, curving upward unerringly to press on that spot, the one that sent lightning up Hoseok's spine and a pulse of heat down into his dick. He groaned and throbbed in Namjoon's mouth, feeling the pulse of precum further wet the slick heat of Namjoon's mouth.
Namjoon hummed softly, and opened his eyes slowly, catching Hoseok's heavy gaze for a moment as he shifted to slide a hand into the front of his own pants. The corners of his mouth stretched slightly around Hoseok's cock in a smile, and Hosoek cursed softly and trailed his fingers down Namjoon's cheek to gently trace his wet lips. A little flash of tongue as Namjoon opened his mouth and Hoseok cursed again at the sloppy twist of Namjoon's tongue around the head of his cock. The pressure of the finger inside increased, still circling slowly, and Hoseok dropped his head back to pant at the plastic constellations on the ceiling.
Orion, Aquila, Cassiopeia, Aquarius, Virgo, Andromeda. He sucked in a breath and squeezed his eyes shut, stars sparking on the back of his eyelids. He pushed up onto his elbows, looking down at Namjoon, drinking in the sight of his flushed cheeks pillowed on one hand, head bobbing gently, the hand down his own pants moving to the same slow rhythm of his head and tongue. "Joon," Hoseok murmured, reaching down to grip the base of his cock tightly, mercilessly denying himself. "Namjoon-ah."
He sat up and reached out for Namjoon, pulled him off and dragged him up to roll him down into the pillows, pressing down against his hips as he hovered above him, breathless. Namjoon gazed back, heavy-eyed, lips wet and red and plumped, cheeks pink and warm, and Hoseok dipped down to kiss him.
He kissed Namjoon like he was the air Hoseok needed to breath (he was), kissed Namjoon like he had never seen a more beautiful sight (he hadn't), kissed Namjoon like he didn’t have anything in the world he'd rather be doing (he didn't). Hoseok kissed Namjoon until he couldn't breathe, until he thought the ache in his chest would kill him, until little moans trickled from between Namjoon's swollen lips and he rocked up against Hoseok, hard against him.
Hoseok broke the kiss to gasp into the little space between them, and sat up to lean across to the side-table and search blindly with one hand. He found the little bottle of lube after a moment, and reached back to wrestle Namjoon's shirt off, tossing it aside before scooting down the bed to lay between Namjoon's legs, tilting his head into the soft touch against his hair as Namjoon's hands followed him down. He stripped Namjoon's pants off, gripped Namjoon's legs above the knees, manipulated them wide and around his shoulders and curved his fingers around Namjoon's ass, spread his cheeks and dipped his head down between them, chest flat against the bed, legs dangling off.
Namjoon sighed heavily and his legs went limp around Hoseok and his hands retreated from his hair. Hoseok let saliva pool in his mouth, closed his eyes and laved his tongue wetly over the little winking muscle of Namjoon's entrace, wriggling his tongue inside it, swirling across it, pressing inside as far as he could, curling his tongue to swirl along the velvety soft inside.
Namjoon's thighs trembled around Hoseok's shoulders and his soft gasps and moans sent warmth blooming through Hosoek again. He continued his lazy ministrations, wet and sloppy and thorough until Namjoon was whining with every lick and suck, and pressing down against Hoseok's face.
He sat back finally, jaw aching, and replaced his mouth with two lubed fingers, sliding them deep and spreading them slowly, savoring the broken moan that escaped Namjoon as Hoseok's unerring fingers found the raised spot of his pleasure inside and circled slowly.
"Hoseok," Namjoon breathed, sleepy voice cracking, and Hoseok pressed harder, drew his fingers back out and slide them back in with a wet squelch. Namjoon shuddered and his legs jerked as if to close and Hoseok threw his elbows to the side and stopped him.
"I got you," he murmured, settling into a languid rhythm - slide, stretch, circle, slide - until Namjoon was writhing under him, flushed and beautiful, fingers scrambling at the sheets. Hoseok glanced up and met Namjoon's watery desperate gaze and had to pause as a rush of want crashed over him.
"I got you baby." Hoseok pulled his fingers out slowly, letting them catch on the rim on the way out, enjoying Namjoon's half-muffled groan. He wiped his hands on the nearest cloth to him, and squeezed more lube into his palm, allowing himself a half second to enjoy the slide of his hand on his own cock as he slicked himself up.
He pressed up against Namjoon, bit his lip as he watched his cock disappear inside Namjoon, as Namjoon gasped and groaned his name through bitten lips. Hoseok slide in as deep as he could, and lowered himself to hover over Namjoon, wrapped Namjoon's arms above his shoulders and slide his own under Namjoon's back, holding him close, bare skin heated against his. Namjoon shuddered, breath hot against Hoseok's ear as he panted and raised his hips to meet Hoseok's achingly slow thrusts. Hoseok pressed his face into the curve of Namjoon's throat, lips wandering, sucking and biting blooming bruises onto his throat.
The minutes dragged on, time meaningless as they moved against eachother, soft touches and muffled gasps and murmured names melting into a hazy eternity. Hoseok raised up on his elbows and gazed down into Namjoon's flushed face and wet eyes and kissed him like they both didn't taste like morning breath and ass (they did), kissed him until Namjoon's breath hitched and his thighs quivered and he clenched around Hoseok and groaned, and Hoseok dropped a hand between their bodies and curled his fingers around Namjoon's cock, stroked the velvet heat of him slowly until Namjoon shuddered and spilled over his hand and against both their stomachs, swallowed up the little gasps that fell from Namjoon's lips as little aftershocks of pleasure shook his body. Hoseok kissed Namjoon and pressed harder into him, groaning out his own release, Namjoon's name light on his lips.
Neither of them moved for long minutes after, content to lie in each other's arms, sated and sleepy and slick with sweat and cum. Namjoon's fingers found Hoseok's and tangled with them, warm and claiming.
Hoseok sat up finally, pulled out slowly, and pulled Namjoon up to kiss him again, deep and lazy. "Shower?" he murmured, bumping their noses together, and meant I love you.
"Definitely," Namjoon murmured back, added "and don't think I didn't see you wipe your hand on my pants," and meant I love you too.
Hoseok kissed Namjoon's dimple, kissed the tip of his nose, tipped Namjoon's head back to kiss the constellation of bruises on his throat and didn't think he had ever been happier (he hadn't).