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Namjoon kisses like he wants to devour. His tongue licks the inside of Yoongi’s mouth, tasting him.
Opening wider to let Namjoon in deeper, Yoongi lolls his tongue out, asking for more. He whimpers in satisfaction when he gets what he wants as soon as Namjoon begins to lick and suck on his tongue. Yoongi has always been vocal during sex. Especially when he knows Namjoon loves it and spurs him on even more.
Namjoon grips Yoongi by the back of his neck, slides his fingers into his hair to control the kiss, and Yoongi lets him. He gives him everything he wants because he always loves when Namjoon takes control.
He craves it.
With his mouth wide open, saliva drips down Yoongi’s chin and runs down his neck. Namjoon sucks and laps at his tongue, exploring the inside of his mouth with his own. They pant into each other's mouths, their kisses turning sloppy as their fucking gets more intense.
And Yoongi loves it.
Loves how raw and dirty everything feels. He’d have Namjoon tie him up, at his complete mercy, if Yoongi wasn’t so desperate to cum.
Their size difference is what turns Yoongi on the most.
Namjoon is taller and thicker but not excessively muscular. It’s just enough to see and feel the power in his body. He can cover Yoongi up with his entire body, making him feel small and delicate as he thrusts his large cock into him, not so delicately causing Yoongi to scream out his name.
He loves it, and he loves Namjoon.
He loves how tightly Namjoon's large hands grip his hips while they fuck, pinning him in place as Namjoon commands his body with his own. How Namjoon can wrap his arms around his small frame, completely surrounding Yoongi and making him feel the safety in his strength.
But now—now Yoongi doesn't want to feel safe. He wants Namjoon's strength to make him feel used. He wants to feel Namjoon inside of him the following morning as he goes about his day. To ache with pleasure and remember how Namjoon plowed into him repeatedly, using him until he was spent.
He feels Namjoon as his thick cock pounds his prostate. But it’s still not enough, and he whimpers, "more," in between his moans, always needing more of Namjoon.
He grabs onto Namjoon’s muscular thighs, digging his blunt fingernails into him to ground himself, and Namjoon hisses and starts slamming harder into him.
His body begins to tremble with intense pleasure, tingling down to his toes, as if his nerves were exposed, making him hypersensitive to any touch. When Namjoon begins to suck on his nipples, Yoongi arches off the bed and rolls his eyes back, his moans rising as he teeters over the edge.
“So good for me, my pretty doll.” The sound of Namjoon’s deep voice sends a shiver down Yoongi’s spine.
Yoongi whines again, pulling Namjoon closer to his body in desperation, gasping into his boyfriend's glistening neck as soon as he feels his hand on his cock, jerking him off in time with his thrusts.
He licks the sweat off Namjoon's neck before sinking his teeth into him as he loses himself to the building pleasure.
Namjoon groans, his thrusts get faster and harder as Yoongi gets closer to his release. He slides his hand between their connected bodies and wrap his fingers around Yoongi's cock. And then—he plays with him.
Yoongi jolts under him as Namjoon swirls his thumb around his sensitive cockhead, spreading precum around. Everything is too much and not enough. He thinks he's going to black out with how much pleasure he's given.
The tension rises and rises until it snaps as Yoongi cums all over Namjoon's hand with a cry. His body trembles, his hole fluttering around Namjoon’s cock. The warm haze of his orgasm washes over him, making him pliable enough for Namjoon to jostle him around, still plunging his cock into him.
This is the best part for Yoongi: when he feels as malleable as a ragdoll while his boyfriend takes what he wants. What he needs.
A low growl leaves Namjoon's lips. His hips still after a few more thrusts and his warm cum is spilling inside Yoongi.
And Yoongi, he sighs in contentment.
He peers up at Namjoon and brushes the sweaty strands of dark hair off his forehead, enamored by the dimpled smile of the buff man on top of him. As soon he returns the smile, Namjoon dives in and kisses him.
He gasps into it, wrapping his arms and legs around his big, beefy boyfriend, never wanting to let him go.
Yoongi always gets clingy right after sex. Something about his giant teddy bear makes him feel possessive right after.
Maybe it’s how well Namjoon fucks him, always his perfect service top. Or how Yoongi insists on at least ten minutes of cockwarming and cuddling right after, and Namjoon happily complies, smothering Yoongi with kisses and hugs, even long after his cock softens and slips out of Yoongi.
With a hungry stare, Namjoon glances at his hand where Yoongi’s cum is still dripping off it and licks it. He laps at his fingers and palm until everything is gone, and Yoongi groans, “Namjoon,” because he’s getting hard again, and he doesn't think he has another round to give right now.
“So good, baby,” Namjoon whispers with a glint in his eye. He starts to untangle himself from Yoongi's hold and slides down his body until he’s face-to-face with Yoongi’s ass.
Yoongi yelps when he feels Namjoon's warm tongue lick his hole, sucking out the cum he left behind.
“Namjoon, please,” he begs. He doesn't know weather he's begging Namjoon to stop or not, but it doesn't matter when his tongue plays with him so skillfully.
“Come on, baby—just one more time. You can give me another, right?" Namjoon pleads too. Apparently he can't get enough of Yoongi too. "Look how hard you’re getting.”
Namjoon’s low voice and the warm breath on his skin gently coax Yoongi’s cock into total hardness. He continues to play with Yoongi’s cock while thrusting his fingers into him, and soon Yoongi becomes a desperate, writhing mess all over again.
Namjoon pushes his tongue in along with his fingers until Yoongi’s grinding back against him, greedy for more. Always wanting more. Yoongi’s panting gets more erratic, breaths hitching in his throat.
And then, he cums for the second time that night on Namjoon’s tongue.
“Mmm…so good,” Namjoon sighs, licking Yoongi clean. He presses one last kiss to his hole. When he resurfaces, his mouth and chin are shiny with spit and cum, a grin on his face displaying his beautiful dimples.
Yoongi frowns at him, not really upset at all, the threat of a smile blooming on his face. With a growl, Namjoon lunges at Yoongi’s stomach where there’s a small puddle of his cum, and licks that all up too, making exaggerated obscene noises.
“God, you’re gross,” Yoongi laughs, pushing Namjoon off him, but Namjoon pushes him back down onto the bed.
He cages him in with his broad body and grabs both of Yoongi’s hands with one of his own, gripping his chin with the other. They gaze at each other momentarily, both their chests heaving with exertion, and then Namjoon leans down to press a kiss on Yoongi’s lips.
“I love you, my sweet baby,” Namjoon whispers into his mouth.
And God, Yoongi loves this man. “I love you too,” he declares, smiling into the's kiss.
He would do anything for this man—has complete trust in him. Yoongi can only hope to stay this happy forever alongside his big, strong, and tender boyfriend.