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"God, I wish you'd stop using those damn scent blockers in public already," Namjoon murmurs into Seokjin's neck as he's mouthing along his skin, leaving the tingly feeling of gentle kisses in his wake. His hand sneaks under Seokjin's sweater, sliding across his stomach. "You smell so good."
Seokjin curls a little into himself under the blanket, pressing his hands firmly against his lips to stop faint sighs from escaping his traitorous mouth. Through their clothes, he can feel Namjoon's cock pressing against his ass, and it's making him feel a little feverish.
Namjoon bites his shoulder and groans, fingers trailing down from Seokjin's navel to the skin right above his waistband. "Jin, can I—can I try something today?" he asks breathlessly, rutting faintly. "I promise I'll stop when you tell me to, just—I want you. Fuck, I want you so much."
Seokjin still can't believe that he—an alpha—is having these effects on another alpha.
Removing his hands from his mouth, Seokjin gasps for air. "Want you too," he says, and the next thing he knows is that Namjoon's solid warmth against his back has disappeared—and then the blanket is being pulled away from his body as well.
Seokjin hugs one of his pillows while Namjoon gently guides him onto his stomach and sits on the back of his thighs, running his hands over Seokjin's blue sweater; down the small of his back to the waistband of the pair of sweatpants that Seokjin borrows every time he stays over at Namjoon's place; the pair that pools a little around his feet.
There's something that sends thrills through Seokjin's body whenever he thinks about the fact that even though he himself is tall and broad, Namjoon is even taller and broader; when he feels how small his hands feel in Namjoon's or how he sometimes drowns a bit in Namjoon's clothes. He's really happy that he gets to wear Namjoon's clothes so often now, enjoys burying his nose in them simply because they smell like Namjoon, and Namjoon's smell makes him feel—exciting things.
Namjoon shifts on top of him and starts pulling the sweatpants off along with Seokjin's underwear. Seokjin helps by lifting his hips so that Namjoon can slide the fabric over the swell of his ass; slowly, as if he's savoring the sight, leaving it bunched up around his thighs.
Seokjin tenses at the feeling of Namjoon's large hands settling on his ass, but still presses his hardening cock unintentionally into the mattress to get some friction. Namjoon felt him up there before, but only ever through clothes, never directly, and it's such a different sensation to feel warm skin against skin. He flushes pink and suppresses a noise when Namjoon squeezes his ass cheeks and pulls them apart. Feeling incredibly embarrassed to be exposed in this way, Seokjin's fingers grasp hard at the pillow.
Namjoon sucks in a breath through his teeth. The mattress dips as he shifts his weight to open the drawer of his nightstand. A bottle cap clicks open, making Seokjin's stomach flutter with nervousness. Then the hands are back on his ass to spread him open. Something cold touches his hole suddenly, making it clench in response. A finger begins rubbing circles against it, applying pressure every now and then.
Seokjin whines and clings even more to his pillow, blinking his eyes rapidly until the corners are damp with unshed tears. It's not a bad feeling, just... strange. Every faint press against his hole makes his now hard cock—trapped between his stomach and the mattress—twitch, makes him blush and blink and breathe harder, but Seokjin is, he's—
"N-Namjoon," he cries quietly, clenching. "I'm scared."
"Shh, it's okay." Sliding his thumb across Seokjin's tight pucker one last time, Namjoon hushes him. "I'm not going to put it in, just—"
Shuffling. Moving. The bottle clicks open again.
The sounds of something being slicked up, and then that something slides between Seokjin's cheeks.
Seokjin muffles a squeak in his hands when he realizes that it's Namjoon's cock; thick, hot, slick and heavy, its fat head rubbing up against his rim.
Namjoon grunts, placing his palms on each side of Seokjin's ass, splaying his fingers wide. He squeezes the flesh and then presses it together as he thrusts forward, slotting himself fully in the warm, supple valley between Seokjin's plump ass cheeks.
The air around them is laden with their combined pheromones, making Seokjin feel extremely aroused. He tries to keep stifling his moans with his sleeves but it's so hard to breathe that he's getting dizzy with it.
Namjoon pulls back and then slides in again, building up a slow rhythm of fucking motions.
Seokjin's eyes tear up, his eyelashes sticking together from the slight wetness. He wriggles his hips, desperately trying to get friction on his own, aching cock.
"Ah!" He exclaims when Namjoon gets harsher suddenly, pushing Seokjin down into the mattress firmly with every thrust, the length of his wet cock rubbing across Seokjin's twitching hole. It feels nice but Seokjin wants more, needs more, so he begs, "N-Namjoon, please—"
Namjoon stops without pulling back to slide a hand under Seokjin's stomach. "Lift your hips," he demands, his breathing a little strained. "Yeah, good, like that—"
The moment his hand wraps around Seokjin's cock, Seokjin cries out, unable to stop the keen sound from coming out.
"Are you close?" Namjoon asks while he resumes a shallow fucking pattern—thrusting his cock between Seokjin's cheeks while jerking Seokjin off at the same time—but Seokjin is way too absorbed in the feeling of being stimulated in two places and deciding which side to give in to.
He comes as soon as he removes his hand from his nose and the mixed scents of cotton and wood hit him properly. There's no sweetness in their scents as there should be to get them all riled up, yet this combination is one of the most arousing scents Seokjin has ever smelled.
Namjoon's tight fists twists around the head of his cock once more and Seokjin outright mewls. His thick cum splatters onto the mattress below him, causing some primal part in his brain to go off in ecstasy knowing that he just marked Namjoon's sheets.
Namjoon patiently milks him through it before he shoves Seokjin's ass back down brusquely and begins getting himself off in earnest. He's bearing down on Seokjin so fiercely that it moves his whole body and bends over Seokjin with his arms braced on either side of him so that he has enough leverage to fuck his hips forward hard. He kisses a spot on Seokjin's neck before he runs his teeth along it possessively. His panting gets harsher. "Perfect," he murmurs, making goosebumps break out on Seokjin's skin in his post-orgasm haze. "Shit, baby, you're perf—"
Seokjin feels Namjoon's cum spurt against his back and coat his cleft while Namjoon lazily rides his orgasm out, biting softly at his skin. Again, he mumbles, "You're perfect for me," and he sounds nothing but affectionate.
Seokjin sighs contentedly. "Perfect for you..."