powerboys | Waiting for your anpanman

"That is one angry cookie. Kookie will giggle." Especially when he told him. He grinned at it and then the little heart made him blush. Oh. Oh no. His favourite rapper was also adorable. He pressed play on the movie and then looked over his cast, grinning a little. "Now everyone who matters the most to me as signed it. I'm such a special boy."

Grinning at Yoongi, he shifted along the couch to be closer to him, their thighs touching just a little bit.

"Thanks for making time for me, yeah? This means a lot."

"Thanks for doing the same. I know you're busy as hell." So much work and the children? Yeah, Yoongi knew he wasn't the only one with a stressful schedule. He leaned into the touch a little and then decided to bravely go for it, shifting close enough for him to rest his head against Namjoon's shoulder. This was nice. He was nervous, which made him tense, but it was still nice. He already knew Namjoon. Namjoon already knew him. This wasn't so bad.

"Sorry if it isn't quite as glamorous as people imagine dating me to be. I'm still working on getting you those diamond shoes."

He raised his arm and comfortably wrapped it around his shoulder, pulling him close so he could make him feel a bit more at ease. He knew he was tense, he didn't blame him - Namjoon was so nervous, his palms kept sweating. "Dude, I don't need that kind of shit. I get sushi and a movie, that's great. And grown up time. No kids, no cartoons, no food everywhere. This is glamorous for me." He leaned forward and, because he could and he liked to do it, he kissed his cheek again. And again. And one more time, just cause.

"You're cute, you know? Everyone thinks you're a bad boy but you're so soft." It was endearing as hell. "Cute."

"I'll still take you shopping eventually. I looked through your youtube channel, teenage you had way too many opinions on style for you to not still care about clothes." Yoongi was just saying. He turned his head to look at Namjoon and because he thought that maybe he'd catch a kiss on his lips yet, but then Namjoon accused him of cuteness and he found himself pouting instead. "Am not."

Probably not helping his case here.

"Oh, I care but I can't afford it and when I can, someone ruins it. It's tragic. When Tae was a baby, he destroyed every last piece of rad designer merch I saved up for." Then again, that was just babies. They puked, they peed and they pooped. Usually on people and their things. He just never expected to be with a baby when he was that young, nor did he get the full responsibility.

"You're pouting adorably. Are so." He stuck out his tongue and then leaned forward, catching the lip and pulling him into their first proper kiss. Exhilarating! He was kissing Agust D!

Yoongi kissed back and then when Namjoon ended the kiss, he just kissed him again. It wasn't the best position, so it only took him a moment to get on Namjoon's lap, facing him for a kiss that wouldn't hurt his neck. Hey, he wasn't the youngest any more.

He was aware that this might be a bit too forward, but hey. They still had food coming, so maybe that would make it seem a little less as if he was about to jump his bones right then and there. Although touching Namjoon's chest was definitely awakening something in him.

"You're so hot."

"I am? Are you sure?" Well. That was a dumb thing to say but he was always baffled by it. He flushed bright red, laughed a little and kissed him back, needy and wanting. He hadn't made out with anyone like this since-- since Tae, actually. He had one boyfriend when he was 15. And it did not go well. He called him a nerd. The worst. Now there was a handsome guy in his lap, kissing him and wanting him.

God, he wanted it so bad too.

"You're my first proper grown up kiss." Was that really a thing to bring up now? He was flushed and breathless, looking at Yoongi with desire. "It's nice. You're... You're very nice."

"Yeah? That's what I'm known for. Very nice guy." Yoongi had to huff out a laugh at that, even if the way Namjoon looked at him right now and the way he looked... It made his mouth go dry and his dick stir and he suddenly really wished that they weren't waiting for food to get here. The realisation that Namjoon was nervous too, somehow it put him more at ease.

"Kissing you is better than any other kiss I've ever had." He leaned forward and quickly ran his tongue around namjoon's lips. "You have amazing lips. So soft. Just the way I imagined."

"I use a lip balm... they chap in the winter." These were some great pick up lines. Why did he suck so much? Huffing a little, he leaned forward and kissed him again, just trying to stop his mouth from saying dumb things. It was nice to kiss Yoongi, he could finally be an adult and do adult things like date and kiss boys. He wanted this for so long.

As they pulled apart, he leaned his forehead against Yoongi's and hell, he had to laugh.

"I'm so excited for food but also I'm so hard in these pants, I really hate that we're gonna have to pause for food... also we missed the start of the movie." Stupid life. All he wanted to do was fuck. "Life is bitch, man."

"Oh yeah... I'll take responsibility, I shouldn't have gotten on top of you." Yoongi laughed and reached up so he could card his fingers through Namjoon's hair, the other hand still on his chest. Damn, he wanted to see him without clothes on. "We should to the thing pervert businessmen do and I'll just eat sushi off your naked body."

Sounded like a great idea for him. "Don't worry about the movie, it'll keep. We'll do this again."

Whether they actually got laid today or not. "Think I'm in for good."

"My body would make a shitty plate, just saying. I'm not very -- it's not the best plating." He laughed nervously and then shrugged, wondering how Yoongi would react to the mess his body was. He was working out lately, trying to get himself in shape so that was something but he had so many scars, marks and little silver shimmers of old wounds that just peppered his body. It was kind of embarrassing.

Yoongi's skin looked so smooth and soft. He couldn't wait to kiss him all over.

"I'm in for good to. Like. I want you so much." Not just for sex, for everything. He wanted to hold his hand, he wanted to go on trips, have him meet Tae, have more dates - definitely have sex. He wanted everything with him. "I want to be with you."

"I think I should be the judge of that." That said Yoongi was already getting a hand under Namjoon's shirt, since he now had a good excuse, slowly pulling it up and leaning down to kiss his stomach, his chest, above his heart. He saw the scars, but luckily he had been prepares, so for not he pretended as if he didn't even notice. They could discuss it again later, if Namjoon wanted to talk. For now he would just show his appreciation.

"You got the kind of body I used to think I wanted to have, until I realised I just wanted a boy with a body like that."

"Seriously? You had some low fitness goals, huh? Jin-hyung is always just on me about working out. It's so hard and I'm so accident proned." He always hurt himself on the equipment or fell over running - it was not worth it. He arched a little into the touch, moaning lightly as his lips down his stomach and his chest. It felt so good, he couldn't help it. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, biting down on his lower lip.

It felt good. To be loved on. It was unique but it was something he wanted. "You really do have hot legs. No wonder girl groups don't want you. Too sexy."

"I swear, saying that was almost as stupid as the stuff I said about underwear." However, only one of the two was making people send him underwear, so he still regretted that one too. Yoongi smiled, shaking his head. "Anyway, it's got nothing to do with working out. You're so tall, broad shoulders, I want to buy you clothes just to see how good you'd look in them and I'm not that into fashion."

He liked dressing nice, but he didn't usually think about other people's clothes much. He didn't usually think about undressing people either, but in Namjoon's case it was difficult to do anything but. Yoongi ran his tongue down his chest, his stomach, just about to go lower still when the door buzzed and he cursed a blue streak before reluctantly getting up.

"Had to wear tight jeans today, didn't I?" What an awful idea. He walked slowly, feeling dumb about it but still reaching down to adjust himself, then he pressed the button to open the door and leaned against the wall there, looking back at Namjoon. "Fuck. I haven't been this horny since teenage years."

"You think you're horny. Holy shit. No one has called me those kinds of -- you are just... dude, you melted my brain." Namjoon whined. He was horny, turned on and his chest was wet and tingly. All he wanted to do was fuck. He flopped on the couch and made a needy noise of annoyance. When food finally came, he watched Yoongi pay with eager eyes, not sure if he was eager about food or Yoongi.

Nah, definitely Yoongi.

"Do you really want to buy me clothes?" Namjoon asked when the door was shut, forcing himself upright and trying to look less flustered. "I dunno what kind of clothes I'd get but I actually really love clothes shopping."

"I want to buy you whatever the hell you want. I have a platinum credit card and a black one, it looks so edgy it's my favourite." Well, he wasn't claiming to be mature here. Yoongi set the food down on the coffee table and, for now, stayed on the further side, facing Namjoon from behind the barrier. Otherwise he wasn't sure how much talking he could do. "All I know is that Jimin and Tae like Gucci. What do you like?"

He finally knelt down and got the food out of the bags, holding a sushi box in his hand and thoughtfully looking at Namjoon, as if considering the idea of eating off him again.

"I dunno, I haven't had brands for so long. Yamamotos were my goal but I always liked Under Armour, Adidas and Nike. Whatever looks good on me, I guess. I used to spend a lot of time thinking about what I'd wear. I mean a lot of time. Especially when I had no money." He leaned his head back and smiled a little, licking his lips and feeling a little brave. Maybe he could open up to Yoongi? Little so far had been taboo or too much. They liked to share and they were open so ... why not be?

"I, uh, I sometimes like to go outside the box a little." Oh yeah, it was a family trait. "You know... girls have got some good designers and stuff." He blushed a little and raised his hand, ruffling his hair. "I'm not a weirdo but you know... like I said. Outside the box. It's the best place to be."

"I do that. Quite a bit of my stuff is for women, actually, sometimes fits better." Yoongi shrugged, not seeing a big deal with that, but he sensed that maybe there was a bit more to it with Namjoon, so he watched him, smiling a little as he finally finished unpacking all the food. He had gotten noodles in addition to the sushi, making sure there'd be enough to fill them up. They might need a second round of food if things went the way he imagined right now.

He pushed a box over to Namjoon's side, watching him. "You'd look good in a skirt, Joon-ah."

"I dunno, I don't have your legs." Namjoon grinned a little, relief washing over him. He had a lot of reasons to be on edge, especially given how much his dad had hated every last bit of him - it was woven in there, he hated so much of himself too. He worried so much about Tae being the same, he really hoped he was young enough to not notice. "I would love to see you in ladies leggings, gotta say. Your legs really are sexy."

Sticking out his tongue playfully, he leaned forward and nabbed some sushi, sitting back and trying to focus outside of just Yoongi. "All of you is. No wonder Jiminie wants to marry you, so handsome. Like a prince."

"Yeah? I don't have leggings, I just have all those jeans with holes in them." Yoongi grinned. "Anything for my fans." He was pretty sure he might have more jeans with holes than without at this point, especially with his stylist approving of the choice. But if Namjoon liked his legs too, he wasn't complaining. He ate a piece of sushi, tilting his head to the side.

"Like a prince? I thought I'd be too much of a D-boy for that." Not that he was complaining. Namjoon could call him any compliment he wanted to. "You'd look like a model in the right clothes. And this sushi would taste way better off of you."

"Me? Yeah, right. I don't have that whole model vibe. Jin and Hobi do. Not just saying that cause they're my friends, they just really do." They had a whole vibe going for them, it was pretty cool. With an amused smile, he turned his head and grinned at Yoongi. "You flatter me. And you really want to eat off me, huh?"

Namjoon had to laugh, it was kind of funny. With a playful smirk, he did something he really never thought he'd do. He pulled his shirt up and over his head - then instantly regretted it. Oh shit. He was shirtless on a guys couch.

"It's fifty-fifty. Half is me wanting to try that and half is me wanting an excuse to touch you again." That said Yoongi grinned and crawled over to the couch, immediately putting a hand on Namjoon's chest and holding him down. "All of me wins."

He did however reach for the sushi and actually laid three pieces out on Namjoon's stomach, smirking in amusement. "Now you can't laugh or they'll fall off! We really need some alcohol with this, but you got a little boy to go home to."

"It's a real shame but I don't drink. Not ever. Especially not with little Tae, can't do it." He went out once, had some drinks, came back home tipsy and smelling of booze. The melt down Tae had was not worth it. He decided to just quit straight up. "You can drink, I just gotta be careful for my boy." He smiled a little, appreciating Yoongi's understanding and trying his best to hold still.

"... The sushi is surprisingly chilly." Namjoon tried his best not to laugh but failed, the sushi moving a little. "You're such a tease, oppa!"

"Fuck, don't call me that. I'm trying to eat here!" How was he supposed to focus with this? He knew his cheeks had turned read over this and Yoongi had to clear his throat, hoping to mask it by just leaning down and picking up the first piece of sushi with his lips, closing his eyes as he chewed.

Honestly, he had mostly thought this would be funny, but it actually turned out to be sensual in an unexpected way as well. "I was right. You are delicious."

"Oh. Someone has an oppa kink?" That was funny, he didn't know why but it was. He couldn't resist but to play, how could he not? "You like the taste? Ah, the soap I stole from Hobi is really working for me, huh? Your lips feel so good." They only touched teasingly but it went right to his dick. He wished he wasn't wearing joggers, it literally hide nothing. Fuck.

Moaning, he tilted his head back and decided to just own it. "Fuck, like that, do it again. Please, oppa."

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