E - namseok, edging
A shudder rocks Namjoon’s body deep and strong enough that the bed trembles, a quake that seems to come from the center of the earth, and his cock throbs in Hoseok’s hand—so Hoseok lets go, pushing down on Namjoon’s hips to keep him from bucking.
Namjoon makes a terrible, strangled noise, slapping his hands over his red face. It’s a beautiful sound, and Namjoon’s flushed, shining skin is just beautiful, too.
Hoseok has already come twice and he feels like honey, warm and languid and sweet. He trails his finger through the fine, glistening precome at the head of Namjoon’s dick so Namjoon keens.
“Look at me,” Hoseok says. It takes Namjoon some effort, blinking and panting, but he holds eye contact as Hoseok brings his finger to his own mouth. He doesn’t even close his eyes again when he almost sobs, body shaking.
“What a good boy,” Hoseok says, light and mean, and drags his finger slowly out of his own mouth to slide it between Namjoon’s lips. Namjoon’s hot tongue swirls sloppily—he’ll try to drag Hoseok’s patience off him any way he can. Well, let him try.