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“Wait… what?”
The air in the bedroom was tense, humming with energy and warm with sweat and now racked with a sudden awkwardness that Namjoon had just inadvertently caused.
“You heard me.”
Namjoon nodded vacantly as he propped himself up between Yoongi’s splayed legs. He had heard Yoongi. That was why he was so confused.
“You’ve seriously never…”
“No,” Yoongi spit out, and he was blushing harder than Namjoon had ever seen him blush. If pressed, Namjoon would have assumed Yoongi didn’t even have enough blood in his whole body to get anywhere near such a warm shade of pink. Especially when a lot of it was currently concentrated in a very specific body part that was also very pink and warm and right in front of Namjoon’s face.
Namjoon could feel his eyebrows furrowing and his lips hanging a stupid distance apart. He probably looked terribly dumb and unattractive, but the realization that Yoongi was telling the truth was so surprising that he couldn't help it.
Min Yoongi — far older than Kim Namjoon ever would be and with far more sex appeal than any human had any right to possess — had just said… that he had never…
“But… why? Do you not like it? Do you want me to stop?”
“Fuck no, I didn’t say that,” muttered Yoongi. “Come on, Namjoon. I thought I’d told you I wasn’t comfortable doing that to you, and I know I told you I’ve never been with a human before.”
The light bulb that clicked on in Namjoon’s brain was almost comically bright behind his eyes. His mouth dropped open even further.
“No way. Vampires don’t ever get blow jobs?”
Yoongi rolled his eyes, looking a bit less mortified and a bit more disgruntled, which relieved Namjoon a bit. However, most of his remaining brainpower was still focused on this astonishing revelation.
“Vampires don’t usually let other vampires give them blow jobs,” Yoongi corrected grumpily. “Slightly impractical, highly risky, not usually a turn-on. Unless you’re into that…”
“What about er…” Namjoon ran one finger down the crease at the top of Yoongi’s thigh, and Yoongi shivered as his thumb traced slowly over his balls and down towards his perineum.
“I mean, it’s sometimes easier to not involve teeth there. So yeah, a bit. But never just a… a full blow job.”
“So even Hobi-hyung-”
The snort Yoongi let out was terrific, although Namjoon didn’t fail to notice that Yoongi’s hands were clenched in the sheet below them, and he was still impressively hard.
“Jung Hoseok can barely control himself during a game of cards, you think I let those fangs anywhere near my junk?”
Namjoon hummed, amused at the scoff in Yoongi’s voice. “Hmm… I think maybe you’re just worried about your own performance. Scared you’re gonna pop if you get too close to all of this?”
He indicated his naked body with a cheeky wink, and Yoongi kicked him in the side.
“Brat. I have great control, as you are well aware. I’ve yet to hear you complain the last few times when you were the one about to pop.”
In response, Namjoon — intoxicated with the heady rush of discovering that he was about to be the first person to ever perform oral sex on his extremely attractive, two-hundred-year-old, magical being of a boyfriend — simply grinned as he let his fingers press down on Yoongi’s hipbones. Then he leaned forward, his warm breath ghosting over the vampire’s cool, exposed skin.
Yoongi’s lips parted on an inhale, just a hint of pearly canine peeking out over dusky pink, and Namjoon’s grin turned into a smirk.
“Let’s see if you can keep that teasing going, shall we? Say, for the next five minutes?”
Yoongi’s eyes immediately narrowed.
“Are you making a bet with me, human? You know I don't lose bets.”
“Just five minutes. Think you can manage, vamp?”
“Show me your best. If you really think you ca- oh… I…”
Five minutes later, Yoongi had lost.