Chapter 34

By now, their intimacy had deepened to the point of being second nature. They were utterly clingy—Jin couldn't keep his hands off Namjoon, and Namjoon, though shy, never pushed him away. Whenever Jin kissed him, Namjoon's face would turn crimson, but the way he melted into the kiss, the passion he returned with, made Jin's heart race every single time.

They had already crossed the line of love and desire twice, and both times Jin had been the one to lead, to hold Namjoon close, to take care of him. But lately, a thought had been circling Jin's mind, one he couldn't shake off. He had waited, watching Namjoon grow more confident, more open—and tonight, he decided it was time.

As they lay in bed, the lights dimmed, Namjoon curled into Jin's chest, Jin whispered, "Namjoon."

Namjoon hummed softly. "Yes, hyung?"

Jin bit his lip, then leaned closer. "Can we do it tonight?"

Namjoon's lips quirked upward, his laugh low and fond. "Hyung, we just did it three days ago."

Jin immediately sulked, brushing his nose against Namjoon's cheek like a spoiled child. "It's not like we did it this morning."

That earned him a warm chuckle. "Hyung, you're relentless. You never give me a break." But then Namjoon kissed his forehead and added softly, "But I can't resist you either. I love you too much."

Jin grinned. "I love you more."

"No, I love you more."

Their playful bickering ended in quiet laughter, until Jin's tone shifted—his gaze steady, voice softer than before."Namjoon... this time, I want you to take lead."

Namjoon froze. "Hyung—why suddenly?"

Jin's hand cupped his cheek gently. "Because I want you to let go of the past. I want you to know that you won't hurt me. You never will, not when we're like this. And if you're not comfortable, that's okay. I just... I want you to try, if you're ready."

Namjoon's throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. For a moment, his old fears flickered across his face—the weight of guilt, the memories he carried. But Jin's eyes were unwavering, full of trust, full of love. Slowly, Namjoon nodded.

"Hyung... part of me is scared. But I want to try. I want to move forward with you." His voice trembled as he whispered, "And I promise, I won't hurt you again."

Jin leaned in, pressing their foreheads together, his smile soft. "Namjoon, you won't hurt me. Not anymore. We'll stop the moment you feel uncomfortable, alright?"

Namjoon nodded again, this time with more certainty. Jin kissed him slowly, pouring reassurance into every brush of his lips. When they broke apart, Jin whispered against his mouth "Tonight, I'm all yours."

Namjoon hovered over Jin, his hands trembling as he braced himself on either side of Jin's body. His eyes searched Jin's face, filled with hesitation. Jin reached up and cupped his cheek, whispering softly, "Don't think, Namjoon. Just feel. I'm yours."

Those words seemed to break something inside Namjoon. He leaned down, capturing Jin's lips in a kiss that was deep and desperate, pouring all of his emotions into it. His hands roamed clumsily at first, unsure, but Jin guided them to his waist, to his thighs, whispering reassurances every time Namjoon faltered.

Namjoon's fingers fumbled at Jin's shirt until Jin chuckled and stripped it off himself, pulling Namjoon's away too. Their bare chests pressed together, hot and trembling. Jin ran his hands along Namjoon's shoulders, down his arms, guiding him to explore.

Namjoon kissed his way down Jin's neck, leaving wet trails of fire across his skin. He paused at Jin's chest, lips closing around a nipple, sucking lightly. Jin arched and gasped, threading his fingers through Namjoon's hair. "Yes... like that..."

Emboldened, Namjoon kissed lower, nipping along Jin's stomach, his hands sliding over his thighs. Jin shuddered, tugging him back up for another kiss. Their breaths mingled, heavy with need.

Jin reached for the drawer, pulling out lube and a condom, pressing them into Namjoon's shaky hands. "Take your time. Stretch me slowly," he whispered, voice thick with arousal.

Namjoon slicked his fingers nervously, eyes flickering to Jin for reassurance. Jin spread his legs wide, lying back against the pillows, his smile soft. "Come on, Namjoon... I'm ready."

The first finger pressed carefully against him. Jin gasped at the stretch, but nodded encouragingly. "Good... push in." Namjoon slid in slowly, inch by inch, his breath trembling. He moved gently, curling his finger, watching Jin's face.

"Another," Jin urged after a moment, biting his lip in need. Namjoon obeyed, adding a second finger. Jin's hips shifted, adjusting, soft moans slipping past his lips as the burn eased into pleasure. "Mmm... that feels so good."

By the time Namjoon slid in a third finger, Jin was clutching at his shoulders, panting with every stretch. His body trembled but he never looked away, whispering, "Don't stop... you're perfect, Namjoon."

When Jin finally tugged at the condom, Namjoon's whole body flushed crimson. He rolled it on clumsily, positioning himself between Jin's thighs. "Hyung... if I hurt you—"

"You won't," Jin cut him off, pulling him closer for a kiss. "Just do it slow."

Namjoon pushed in carefully, the head slipping past Jin's entrance. Jin's sharp gasp filled the air, his nails digging lightly into Namjoon's arms. Inch by inch, Namjoon eased in, his chest tight with nerves. Jin squeezed his eyes shut, adjusting, until finally he exhaled shakily. "You're in... god, you feel so good inside me."

Namjoon stilled, afraid to move, but Jin pulled him down, kissing him deeply. "Move, Namjoon. Please."

He started with shallow thrusts, testing the waters. Jin moaned, his body trembling around him. "Yes... deeper..."

Namjoon's pace grew steadier, each roll of his hips pulling louder sounds from Jin's lips. Soon, the room was filled with breathless moans and the sound of skin meeting skin. Jin wrapped his legs around Namjoon's waist, urging him harder. "Namjoon... don't hold back..."

Finally, Namjoon let go, his thrusts stronger, faster, his face buried in Jin's neck as he panted, "Hyung... you're perfect... I love you."

Jin cried out, clinging to him, every nerve alight with pleasure. "Yes... ah, Namjoon—love you too—so much."

When they both finally reached the edge, Jin cried out softly, clinging to Namjoon as waves of pleasure crashed through him. Namjoon followed soon after, collapsing against him, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts racing as if they had run a marathon.

The room was quiet except for the sound of their breathing. Jin lay on his back, chest rising and falling, sweat dampening his skin. Namjoon collapsed beside him, face flushed crimson, hair sticking to his forehead. For a long moment neither spoke, both simply basking in the warmth of what they had just shared.

Jin turned on his side, propping himself up on one elbow. He smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair from Namjoon's temple."Namjoon... how was it?" His voice was soft, teasing, but his eyes carried only love.

Namjoon swallowed hard, still catching his breath. "Hyung... it felt... incredible. Not just because of... you know," his cheeks burned deeper, "but because it was *you*. Because you trusted me."

Jin leaned down, kissing the corner of his mouth. "See? I told you, you could never hurt me. You were so careful with me. Honestly... I didn't know being held by you like that could feel this good."

Namjoon hid his face in Jin's shoulder, embarrassed, and Jin chuckled. "Don't hide. I want to see that red face of yours." He tugged his chin gently, kissing him again—slow, lazy, filled with warmth.

After a while, Jin pulled back slightly, eyes twinkling with mischief."So... are you okay with topping me in the future too? Or was this just a one-time bravery?"

Namjoon hesitated, then nodded shyly. "If you're okay with it, hyung... I think I can."

Jin's grin widened. "Good. Because sometimes, I want to devour you until you're a mess under me... and sometimes, I want to be devoured by you. Let's be fair and call ourselves switches, hmm?"

Namjoon blinked at the word, but when Jin leaned close and whispered, "It means sometimes you'll be under me, and sometimes I'll be under you," his face flared up again.

"Hyung..." Namjoon whined, burying himself in Jin's chest. Jin laughed and rubbed his back soothingly.

The laughter softened into silence, and Jin cuddled closer, tracing patterns on Namjoon's arm. His voice turned gentle."Namjoon I love you."

Namjoon tightened his arms around him, whispering back with quiet certainty."I love you more, hyung."

And in that closeness, with no fears left between them, they drifted off together—hearts full, bodies still warm from their shared love.

I thought of writing Namjoon as a bottom after the redemption arc but I somehow enjoyed writing them as a switch which is more fun and it kinda suits them coz Jin is wayy more bolder and Namjoon is shyy so I wanted them to be switch.

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