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Seokjin was going insane. Really, truley insane.
Namjoon had been torturing him for weeks and now the vocalist found himself on the verge of shattering.
It started out harmless enough. A sly nip at his ear in the darkness of a backstage hall, the feather light brush of fingers at his waste. Seokjin hadn't payed much attention thinking that Namjoon was just being a little more affectionate than usual due to their hectic schedule. He hadn't been prepared for the day a few weeks later when these harmless acts of affection had begun to turn more intimate.
He'd been standing behind Jungkook during a photo shoot when he felt a hand crawl up the back of his shirt and rest on his bare waste. He'd turned to see Namjoon smiling at him but there was something off about the grin. It was the eyes that made it less jovial and more ... more what ... what was that look for?
Seokjin later realized he'd been seeing that look more often. The day Namjoon cornered him in an office at the studio he was wearing that look again but this time the eyes were accompanied by a smirk. Just the lightest upturn of lips and a sharp flash of teeth. A hand suddenly gripping his jaw and the way Namjoon wasn't looking him in the eyes but seemed more focused on his lips. Seokjin realized, belatedly, that his mouth had fallen open and he was gaping in shock at the man before him.
And just like that, Namjoon let him go. Seokjin watched him walk away, he registered the laughter when Namjoon was halfway down the hall.
Seokjin was confused the morning he woke up to a body in his bed. The arms that wrapped around his waist so tightly had been warm and firm. He'd opened his eyes to see Namjoon's cheek. Dark lashes fanned out over the soft skin. It wasn't until the face of his dongsaeng withdrew that he realized he'd been kissed.
Last week had nearly been the straw to break the camel's back though. The way Namjoon had crowded him into the tiny bathroom stall. The way he'd shoved Seokjin down to sit on the toilet and then dropped to his knees like a sinner in church. Oh he'd sinned alright. Seokjin remembered with a thrill the feeling of Namjoon's lips wrapped around his throbbing cock, teeth grazing lightly over the sensitive vein on the underside. He remembered his own choked off moans when the rapper had taken him all the way down. That cute button nose buried in his dark curls had been, at that moment, the most beautiful thing to ever grace Seokjin's eyes.
He'd gripped hard at the brunette hair. Hands shaking as he warned Namjoon of his impending release.
Seokjin now glared across the room at the rat bastard. He was so angry he couldn't see straight. It had been a week since the brat had just popped off his still rock hard dick, kissed him and walked out laughing. It had been a week since Namjoon had touched him at all actually. Not that Seokjin was counting days. Not at all.
Hoseok was sitting next to him and noticed the glare.
"Hyung?" The dancer spoke cautiously, it was extremely rare to see the usually calm and passive Seokjin in such an openly aggressive state. "If you keep glaring at the back of Joon-ah's head like that you're going to bore holes in his skull." The sentence ended on a laugh but Hoseok looked more afraid than playful.
Seokjin turned slowly to his band mate. The look on his face must have really been bad for the group's resident ray of sunshine to shrivel back like that. Seokjin mentally forced his expression to smooth and become more light hearted before speaking.
"I'm sorry Hoseokie. I just have a lot on my mind." He smiled warmly and finally made his decision. "If you'll excuse me now I need to have a word with our great leader." He said tightly.
Hoseok only nodded in abject horror.
Seokjin stood from the couch and walked over to Namjoon who was currently just having his makeup finished. He clapped his hand on the younger man's shoulder, a little harder than necessary, eliciting a jump of surprise and a small squeak of terror from the usually stoic rapper.
"I'd like to have a word with you." He smiled tightly and gripped Namjoon's shoulder a little harder for emphasis. "Now."
Namjoon knew better than to argue. Seokjin could be almost endlessly patient but in those rare moments he came to the end of said patience, Seokjin was a monster. Namjoon knew if he valued his life he'd better just follow along.
He thanked the stylist noonas for all their hard work and proceeded to follow his hyung out the door, down the hall and into a vacant office.
The room was dark as he entered. Namjoon reached for the light switch when suddenly the door slammed shut leaving them in total darkness and he found himself slammed against said door with a body hovering centimeters from his own.
He laughed. Just a light chuckle. He'd been wondering when it would all be too much for the vocalist to take.
The hand that caught at his throat silenced him, however. The back of his head was pressed hard against the door and Seokjin's body was flush with his. Then there was a voice at his ear. It was husky and sounded strained with lust.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because," came the reply with an audible smirk. "I wanted to see how far I could push you before you made a move like this."
Seokjin could practically hear the smile that he knew was splitting Namjoon's face at the moment. It just made him angrier. This brat was just messing with him? The whole time?!
Namjoon decided to apologize then. He'd give Jin exactly what he needed to calm down. He thanked his lucky stars he hadn't been made to change into his outfit for the interview yet. The lube and condom were still there in his hoodie pocket.
Seokjin was caught off guard by the sudden sensation of fingers on the bare skin of his stomach. He nearly flinched when Namjoon's other hand caught in his hair and he was being rushed back from the door. Of course the resident genius had memorized the rooms layout from the quick glance he'd gotten when the door had still been open. Seokjin registered this only after he was already tipping over the edge of the couch that sat along the back wall.
It took him another moment to realize that Namjoon was straddling his waste.
Namjoon leaned down flattening his palm on Seokjin's chest to balance himself as he hovered over his bewildered hyung. He listened to the light hitch of the visual's breath as he tangled his fingers in soft blond hair. He could feel Seokjin already becoming hard under him. As a test, Namjoon rolled his hips down lightly to see what response he could elicit.
The half sob was enough to tell him he was doing something very right.
Namjoon waited for just a beat of silence. He listened to the already ragged breathing coming from the man below him. Then, without any warning, he gripped Seokjin's hair tighter and kissed him hard.
Namjoon bit mercilessly at Seokjin's plump bottom lip and when the older man gasped he easily slid his tongue inside the velvety heat of his mouth.
The hand on Seokjin's stomach began to slide lower until it caught at the edge of leather pants.
Namjoon popped the button and had the fly down before Seokjin even realized what was happening.
"No underwear, hyung?" Namjoon smiled against abused lips. "Good."
Seokjin's cry of surprise when the rapper started to stroke him was swallowed in another heated kiss.
Seokjin was embarrassingly hard already for the amount of foreplay he'd received. He could feel Namjoon smirking against his lips, obviously pleased with himself.
Something snapped in Seokjin.
Maybe it was from the weeks of relentless torture or from the way Namjoon almost teasingly licked at the drool escaping the corner of the elders mouth. Whatever it was Namjoon was on the receiving end of his sudden and violent loss of patience.
The next thing Namjoon knew it was his back on the couch. Before he could make a sound Seokjin had his sweat pants off and on the floor. There was the sound of something clattering and before Seokjin could question the noise Namjoon was quickly reaching down and snatching up the fallen bottle of lube from the floor.
"Thought you might want this." He grinned, handing the bottle to the confused man between his thighs.
Seokjin held the bottle for a moment before flinging it hard across the room.
Namjoon froze in shock. Had he read the signals wrong? How? The older man had literally ripped his pants off.
Suddenly Namjoon's face was being jerked to one side and hot breath was fanning over his ear. The next words that were spoken had his cock twitching to life with a jolt.
"Get on your knees." The words were spoken through gritted teeth and Namjoon quickly jumped to obey.
The second he turned his back to his hyung he was being forced down. On all fours and his face was being smashed into the couch cushions.
The hand on his head retreated but just as Namjoon began to question what was happening two hands reappeared on his ass spreading his cheeks wide. He had to bite his own arm to keep from screaming when a hot tongue licked a trail of fire from his balls to his clenching hole. He bit down harder when the tongue pressed inside without warning.
Seokjin was tongue fucking him and Namjoon was putty in his hands. Moaning and gasping out Seokjin's name like a prayer.
Seokjin wanted to wreck this man. Make him fall apart. Teach him a lesson for everything he'd put him through these past weeks.
That was when Seokjin had a truly wicked idea.
He nipped gently at the puckered skin, listening with satisfaction to the way Namjoon's moans became choked and turned to half sobs. Seokjin sat back enjoying the sight of Namjoon's hips stuttering in thin air.
"Wh-what are you..."
"Don't move." Came the harsh reply.
Seokjin stood from the couch and moved forward slowly. His eyes had adjusted to the dark by now and he could see the little bottle near the door. He picked it up and returned to his spot behind Namjoon fingers already slicked.
Seokjin felt like being cruel so without warning he quickly pushed two fingers inside Namjoon all the way down to the knuckles.
Namjoon writhed but he didn't sound like he was in any excessive pain so Seokjin began pumping his fingers in and out, listening contentedly to the obscene wet sounds made by the lube.
Namjoon was going crazy. It took him a second to realize that Jin wasn't even moving his hand anymore. Rather, Namjoon was driving himself back onto Seokjin's fingers like the good little whore he was.
Namjoon stilled for a moment, breath hitching in his effort not move.
Seokjin grinned wildly and decided to enact his horrible little plan.
He picked up the bottle of lube again and leaned over Namjoon's back to speak in his ear again.
"Now Joon-ah." His voice was dark and thick with lust. "I want you to be a good boy and do exactly as I say. Can you manage that for me, baby?"
Namjoon could only nod at this point.
"Good." Jin smiled against his ear and sat back up.
"We're going to play a little game." Seokjin placed the end of the bottle against Namjoon's entrance. "It's called: don't spill a single, fucking, drop."
Seokjin squeezed most of the contents of the bottle into Namjoon's ass at that moment. The sudden shock of the cold liquid had him seeing stars.
The bottle clattered to the floor then and suddenly Namjoon's hips were being gripped hard as Seokjin slid his cock into the wet heat without any warning.
Namjoon choked on a scream right then. He wasn't in pain so much as he was in shock at the sudden intrusion. The excess lube making it easy for Seokjin to simply glide all the way in.
He didn't even give Namjoon a moment to adjust before he was snapping his hips in and out violently. Namjoon only moaned and drooled all over the couch cushion as he was roughly rocked back onto his hyung's throbbing cock.
"Ah, God Joon-ah your so tight. Mmm, your so tight and wet for me. Ah, so good." Praises bubbled from the vocalist's lips like water from a spring. Seokjin angled his hips down slightly, searching for that spot.
On his next snap forward Seokjin watched with no small amount of personal satisfaction as the rapper's entire body spasmed in pleasure.
Namjoon cried out in bliss as his hyung continued driving into that spot, abusing it until all Namjoon could see was white.
"Hyung! Ah fuck! I'm... I ah!"
And with that Namjoon was coming. Completely untouched and absolutely out of his mind.
Seokjin suddenly pulled himself out of the slick heat. Before Namjoon could even protest, however, the older man was yanking his head up and forcing him to turn.
Suddenly Namjoon was choking around Seokjin's cock and the latter was coming down his throat with a bitten off groan of pure pleasure.
When he was finished Seokjin pulled Namjoon's head back and looked affectionately at the younger man who currently had jizz dribbling down his chin.
"Swallow." Seokjin said. He was smiling but Namjoon could tell he was serious. He gulped the thick liquid down opening his mouth to prove that he'd done as he was told.
"Good boy." Seokjin praised and rewarded him with a kiss, his tongue lapping greedily into Namjoon's mouth tasting himself.
Seokjin pulled Namjoon closer, his free hand reaching behind the younger man. Long fingers easily spreading the abused hole.
Namjoon's whole face turned cherry red as the lube began to slide down his thigh.
"H-hyung, stop. That's embarrassing." Namjoon tried to look away but the hand on the back of his head wouldn't let him.
"No, it's sexy." Seokjin said. He was smiling so innocently. It was hard for Namjoon to believe this was the same man who had given him a rim job and was currently encouraging more lube to dribble from his ass.
"I should piss you off more often." Namjoon said as he leaned up and kissed his hyung again.