Beyond wildest dream

Summary:

Kim Seokjin is a married man, on paper, in real life he doesn't see his husband at all. He was managing it well, that was until Namjoon, his father-in-law saw how miserable he really was.

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"Fuck !"

No, that's not the beginning you expect. Seokjin just cut his finger while making dinner because his father in law decided to have dinner with him and his husband.

"How are you Seokjin ?" Namjoon rushed there, like always he seemed to be aware of Seokjin's every move. "Son ! Can't you see when your wife is hurt ?" Namjoon scolded and like he was waiting for a cue, Seokjin's husband was on his side. "Sorry darling i was too caught up in work..." Work, work, work, work ! It's always work, that goddamn work of his. It's was his answer to everything. His husband took 5 seconds, just five, nothing more, nothing else.

"Dad, can you handle it ? I've got to take this call..." and he disappeared from the kitchen already on the phone. Seokjin sighted and went back on his dinner. He was almost finished when he heard his husband shout something about an office dinner and the next sound was the door. He sighted again and went back to making the plate. Last year he would have cried and made his food salty with tears but now he is just fed up, his husband is home only five minutes a day.

"Here, give me your hand" He was caught up in his thoughts when Namjoon grabbed his wrist gently, and put on a cream on his cut with a never seen dedication. He then proceeded to blow gently on it. The action felt rather sensual, the way Namjoon was looking at him while blowing on the cut was making Seokjin feel butterflies in his belly. For his father in law ? He quickly took his wrist back, like Namjoon's hand was boiling water and turned his head to hide his red cheeks. "Thank you, you didn't have to" He mumbled and he heard his father in law chuckle. "I wasn't finished" He said and took Seokjin's wrist back, he took out a thin band-aid and put it on quickly. "Thanks again. You didn't have to do it just because he asked" Seokjin took the plates he just dressed, two instead of three and carried them to the table. "I didn't do it because he asked" Namjoon countered as he took the plates in Seokjin's hands and put them on the table. He then guided him to the chair and sat him down. "I did it because it's basic human decency, which from the looks of it, is something i failed to teach my son..." He said with a pinch a melancholy in his voice.

Seokjin was finding it heartbreaking in a way. "Sorry..." he said and he saw Namjoon chuckle as he was carrying the silverware. "Why are you sorry ?" He didnt leave Jin any time to answer. "If anything I should be sorry for the way my son is treating you" He said and Seokjin felt something warm up inside of him.

"Beer ?" Namjoon asked as he opened the fridge. "Please, after such a conversation, i will need it" The mistress of the house joked and Namjoon smiled. "You don't have to excuse his behavior or feel sorry on his behalf, he is grown" Seokjin said as Namjoon was taking the glass from the cupboard. "It's true but I am truly sorry Seokjin, you don't deserve any of this." Namjoon said as he was pouring beer in Seokjin's cup, right in front of him. They were really close, just inches away from each other. Their eyes met and Seokjin felt something for the first time in all these years of solitude, that he signed for at the city office. He felt something so strong, something he didn't know he needed, something he didn't know he was yearning for but now something seemed to have clicked into place. Everything felt so right in this moment. "And what do i deserve ?" Seokjin felt brazen, shameless like what was happening right now was not part of reality. It couldn't be a part of his reality, it felt too right, he felt too much alive. Nobody broke eye contact, Namjoon put the empty can next to the glass like it was nothing and didn't seem to think much before answering, like the words just waited on his tongue for a long time. "You deserve the finest things in the world Seokjin. You deserve to be cared for, you deserve to wear the finest clothes, eat the best food, the best house, you deserve to live happily and without worry. You deserve to have everything you want in this world and more. You deserve a husband who will kiss you goodbye when he leaves, when he wakes up, when he goes to sleep, you deserve a man who will never let you do a single thing around the house because you are too delicate to work. You deserve a man who will worship the ground you walk on" Seokjin let out a shaky breath that came out like ... a moan ? Namjoon was too close and he was getting closer, Seokjin closed his eyes in anticipation for something he didn't dare to voice. He could feel Namjoon's breath on his lips, he could smell his expensive aftershave. He could drown in this scent, so masculine, he was feeling so dainty right now, just like a doll. He was waiting for it and suddenly nothing, the warmth was gone, and when he opened his eyes, alert Namjoon was gulping down the beer from the other side of the table. Oh shit ! Oh shit ! Oh shit ! What just happened ? Seokjin needed to defuse the situation.

"Thanks for trying to make me feel better" he said as Namjoon took another beer from the fridge. "I meant it Seokjin", he said, his back facing him and Seokjin blushed and turned around fast enough to hide his red face. "We should eat before it's cold ! He won't be back tonight anyway" Seokjin said hoping Namjoon would drop the subject. It was too intense and too risky. Seokjin could't do this. His husband was never here but he never cheated, for all he knew. Maybe if he had cheated it would've been better, Seokjin could have divorced him properly and he could be free. But free to do what ? He had a degree in nothing, he had a hobby, gaming, but it wouldn't pay for food and he refused to go out in the world and fend to have food on his table. Sure, he was feeling considerably lonely, neglected physically, emotionally, and spiritually but he wasn't lacking money and that was okay. The sound of Namjoon pulling his chair and sitting in front of him woke him from his thoughts. He attempted a smile. " Bonne appétit" He said and dived in. Namjoon answered and dived in too. He complimented the food which made Seokjin smile and they ate while doing small talk. It was like the little amoral incident of before never happened. When they finished their meal, Namjoon proposed to help with the dishes. Seokjin didn't try to dissuade him, he could use some help. He didn't know if his knees would hold him long enough next to this man who now exuded a charm that could make him lose himself. Seokjin stood alright as they continued to talk about everything and nothing while Seokjin was cleaning the dishes and Namjoon was drying and putting them away. When they finished, Namjoon asked if he could keep Seokjin company for the night. The latter's brain started to imagine every kind of dirty scenario possible until Namjoon suddenly cut him off by proposing to watch tv. Seokjin agreed and rushed on the couch to hide his blushing cheeks.

What was happening to him ? He was fine in this 2 years of sexless marriage, he hold out just fine. He never felt the urge for another man. He was holding out just fine with his webtoons, so why now ? What changed ? Sure he always found Namjoon hot even before marrying his husband but he was just too much in love. Namjoon was the perfect man on earth, he was incredibly beutiful, hot, caring and he didn't lack anything material. He was a CEO who made his way in the business and his son was now trying to keep up with the empire his father gave him. He was perfect really. Seokjin didn't have too much time to dwell on it as Namjoon took the remote and put on a random channel. It was a drama that was trending these days. Seokjin tried to not think too much of it and sat on the couch. Namjoon gave him a glass of water while he took a beer for himself. Seokjin wasn't looking at the screen. He was too self aware, Namjoon's big manly muscly arm was so close to his and the light in the room was dim and incredibly romantic. He could be easily picked up and manhandled. It would't need to much force if he wanted to force him. He wouldn't do it, but he easily could, and the worse of it all, Seokjin wouldn't be against it. Fuck, now he had to cross his legs and press them together. He was his father in law for crying out loud ! The father of the man he made the mistake of marrying. He was older than him but he was so dreamy. Seokjin was toying with his ring, like he was debating whether to take it off or not.

"Why didn't you divorce him ?" Namjoon suddenly asked and Seokjin jumped. He was so close, his voice was so deep, it was making him feel things he shouldn't be feeling. "I can't, for a lot of reasons... I don't have a degree. I dropped out college to marry. Looking back i shouldn't have. I can't possibly make a living for myself at my age and in this economy. What would i do if i get divorced ? Where will i go ? And anyway that's not like he did something for me to divorce him. He just isn't here." Seokjin said, too fast, too loud, he hoped his voice didn't came out broken. He wasn't crying, he was trying to get over the fact that Namjoon was so close. "I see you've thought about it" Namjoon simply said as he reached to hold Seokjin's knee in a sympathetic way ? Seokjin let out a long breath to calm himself. "That was the first thing that came through my mind" He admitted. "What if you have another alternative ? Will you divorce him ?" Namjoon asked and Seokjin's head immediately turned to face him. He was looking at Namjoon with an unreadable expression. He had a feeling that this question wasn't innocent. He searched for something to indicate him otherwise in his father-in-law's face but nothing. He looked serious. "If i had an another alternative, i would have left a while ago" Seokjin turned his head towards the screen again but he was blocked by Namjoon's fingers on his chin holding his head into place in a domineering way that made his stomach feel warm and fuzzy. He turned his head back to look at Namjoon. His expression was indescribable but his face was coming dangerously close to Seokjin's. Once again the latter could move away but he wanted it and he couldn't deny it.

"Let me make it right Seokjin-ah, let me be the man you need" Namjoon said and something in Seokjin snapped. He closed the distance between their lips with a hurry and kissed him with the vigor of a starving man. Namjoon was matching his despair perfectly. Seokjin's hand came to hold the older's man face, while doing that he straddled his thighs and sat on his lap, facing him. He exhaled loudly when the older grabbed his waist, he just folded to the touch and abandoned every bit of shame he could have when the big strong hands came to caress his thighs. He felt a shiver travel his entire body. He sighted and the kiss was broken. Namjoon looked unsure his hand stayed at the hem of the midi white dress Seokjin picked today. "Won't you regret it ? Because i can't stand you regretting this" Namjoon explained. Seokjin smiled, genuinely, he was feeling so confortable on someone else lap, he could sell his soul to the man right now without ever regretting it. He felt like whatever would happen in the future, Namjoon would keep him safe. "I wont if you make everything worth the risk i'm taking" He challenged and he just saw something darken in Namjoon's gaze. One big strong hand came behind his neck and tilted it back in a swift and painless motion. Seokjin's neck was at the older's mercy, Namjoon appeared like a starving man kissing and nibbling on the younger's sensitive neck. The latter whined softly and arched his back for more friction. He was offering himself and everything he had on a silver plater for the older. He started to rock his waist searching for friction with Namjoon's noticeable bulge. "Don't be impatient baby, let me enjoy this. I've been waiting too long for this." Namjoon whispered on his skin. "I promise i'll make you feel good forever" He reassured and Seokjin somehow believed him. He seemed sincere. "Now open your mouth baby." He asked and Seokjin obeyed. He opened his mouth and Namjoon presented him two fingers. He wasted no time before engulfing them in his mouth keeping eye contact with Namjoon the whole way. "Good boy" The latter praised and Seokjin felt warmth spread inside of him. He whined and Namjoon kissed his temple. The older moved him like porcelain and made him lay down, his head resting on the arm rest of the couch. Namjoon trailed a way of kisses on Seokjin's clothed body. He stopped when Seokjin moaned around his finger because of the contact between his lips and the mound of his pussy. He took his fingers from Seokjin's mouth and kissed his forehead while the wet fingers came into Seokjin's panty to tease his clit. The latter retained a scream, the friction between the cold fingers and his warm skin made him jolt. Namjoon started to caress his wet folds searching for the most sensitive part of him. "Look at me baby" Namjoon commanded and Seokjin obeyed. He dived into those caramel eyes outlined with desire and he swore he could lose himself in them. His delicate hands came to hold Namjoon's shoulder for support. He whined when Namjoon flicked his clit. He bit his lips to not be too loud. " Don't hold back baby, i want to hear how good you feel..." He asked and Seokjin obediently let himself go. He moaned when Namjoon inserted one finger into him while he was playing with his clit. His grip on the older's shoulder tightened. It was too good, for how long did he not feel this good. Of course he had toys, but it wasn't the same. He moaned louder when a second finger came to stretch his pussy. "My boy is so good for me" Namjoon praised to make him comfortable and that seemed to work. A third finger was added and the older was doing scissors motion to loosen him up a bit. When Namjoon judged him ready, he added a fourth finger. Seokjin whined. "Please" he asked as his grip was tighter on Namjoon's shoulder. "Just a little more baby" He answered as he started to thrust with his fingers. Seokjin was letting out the most delightful sound as Namjoon was overwhelming his clit and teasing that bundle of nerve he didn't know he had. He was seeing stars, he didn't have time to say something as he came on Namjoon's fingers, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his moan was more high pitched than before. Namjoon stroke his thigh and talked him through his orgasm, praising him and kissing his forehead tenderly. He felt like he discovered his body, since when orgasms could be this mind-blowing. He wanted more, he needed more. He guided Namjoon's mouth on his and kissed him desperately.

"Please, I'm begging you to fuck me Namjoon, I need it..." Seokjin revealed between two sharp breath. Something with his name being said I'm such a sinful sentence made Namjoon snap. He nearly tore Seokjin's panty as he took it off. He tried to stay gentle but he just wanted to make him his. Seokjin's back arched when he felt Namjoon enter him. Fuck, he was big, in a way that made Seokjin feel full. He sighted happily and communicated that he was adjusted before Namjoon started to pound into him with force and vigor. Seokjin thought he was going to lose his senses and go crazy. The pleasure was overwhelming. He thought he could pass out to such pleasure. When Namjoon slapped his clit, he moaned louder, he saw stars. He smiled like to encourage Namjoon. He was moaning shamelessly and loudly the older's name like a chant and scratching his back like a cat. "I'm close" Namjoon announced and tried to pull out but Seokjin's locked his waist with his feet. "Don't pull out" he almost sounded like he was begging. "Do you know what consequences it could have ?" Namjoon asked and Seokjin laughed. "It makes it even hotter if you put it like this" Seokjin said and it pushed Namjoon over the edge. He came into Seokjin, flooding his belly. The latter's body started to shake as he was hit with another orgasm. Namjoon talked to him through it caressing his sides making him feel cared for. He almost cried. He felt himself being plucked from the couch, and put on the bed. He was drifting into slumber when he thought about something. "Don't leave me, sleep here" he asked and Namjoon didn't need more invitation to come and cuddle him. He tucked them into the sheets and they fell asleep in each other arms.

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When Seokjin opened his eyes he expected to be overcome by shame but surprisingly he wasn't. He couldn't care less really, he slept soundly in Namjoon's arms. He was still in the older's protective embrace. He felt like a porcelain doll because of the way Namjoon was treating him. It was like he was fragile and could break at any moment. He appreciated it more than he ever could voice it. Namjoon moved in his sleep and Seokjin just realised something, they were both clothed like yesterday. Well he was clothed like yesterday because Namjoon's strong thighs were bare and intertwined with his. He had to suppress a moan when the outline of Namjoon's morning bulge brushed against his bare pussy. Fuck, now he was horny again. He didn't think much before his hand traveled to Namjoon's boxer. His dainty fingers came to play with his erected cock from inside the brief. It was so big, his hand couldn't cover half of it. He couldn't see it, sadly but he could tell Namjoon was feeling good. He was grunting and growling in his sleep, fucking into Seokjin's hand. Seokjin couldn't help to find it hot, Namjoon's expressions were hot even in his sleep. Great, now he was even hornier and wild ideas came to him. He delicately moved away from Namjoon's embrace and pulled down the boxer. Fuck, it was big, it standed there erected in front on Seokjin's eyes, dripping in precum. He felt a sudden attraction to it, he needed it in his mouth. He felt a sudden rush of panic thinking how he never did it before, and he was starting with such a big cock. But the thought of it nearly chocking him, like in those videos he watched, kind of made him wet. He put what he could in his mouth and tried to go for more. His eyes started to water and his throat made a weird sound, he started to retreat. He started to suck the head of Namjoon's dick, licking all the precum and weirdly appreciating the taste of him. He felt Namjoon thrust in his mouth, making him take more length. Seokjin made a chocking sound. Oh so that's what his friend talked about. He heard from his friends, who were married like him that it was kind of pleasurable for the man if you took more in your mouth. Of course he never had on occasion to try it, but it seemed to have confirmed itself. He smiled and decided to lick the outline of Namjoon's cock. Tracing the veins with his tongue and playing with its head with his fingers.

"Fuck..." he heard Namjoon swear in his morning voice. Fuck it was deep, his voice, the word went straight to Seokjin's pussy. He didn't stop now that Namjoon was awake, he couldn't stop really, sucking cock was way more enjoyable than its friends made it to be. It was like sucking a lollipop, if the lollipop made amazing sounds like this. "Fuck baby, I need all my mornings to be like this" Namjoon moaned and Seokjin felt hot all over. Namjoon's hand came to play in his hair, like he hesitated to grab it. Seokjin continued to suck on his dick making his tongue play with it, Namjoon was moaning and thrusting his hips upwards causing Seokjin to choke a little. The sound was incredibly lewd and made Seokjin even more horny if that was possible. Seokjin's own hand came to caress his clit making him moan around Namjoon. The latter moaned loudly. "Fuck baby, you don't know how pretty you look right now" he praised and Seokjin could smile if his mouth wasn't full. "Please be rough with me, use me to make you feel good" Seokjin asked, his voice came out hoarse. "Are you sure baby ? I can't control myself this early in the morning" and the way he was saying it made Seokjin wish for it even more. Now he just needed Namjoon to snap and use him to make himself feel good. "Use me to cum, please" he asked and Namjoon cursed as he gripped Seokjin's hair to maintain his head in place and started to thrust In Seokjin's mouth like it was a fleshlight. The latter could just stay on all fours and take it like some bitch. Fuck the thought of it was even hotter. His hands were playing with his clit, moaning around Namjoon while the latter was chocking him with his cock. "Is my baby horny, look at you playing with yourself while pleasuring me. You're so cute, so perfect, so pretty my baby." Seokjin was dripping wet by now. "Go ahead baby, stuff yourself with you fingers and fuck yourself for me. Can you do that ?" Namjoon asked and Seokjin was pliant by now. He nodded and executed himself, fucking his already sensitive pussy. His fingers weren't as long as Namjoon's it wasn't filling him up the same but it worked. They were both a moaning together by now, loudly like no one else in the world counted but them. "Fuck, I'm close baby" Namjoon warned and tried to pull away but Seokjin wasn't having it. He maintained Namjoon's hips in place and was torturing the sensitive head of his cock with his tongue, until he came in his mouth. Seokjin swallowed like a good boy, without being asked, playing with the new texture in his mouth a little. Namjoon was spent. "I need to call in sick for work" he declared and he did. Seokjin watched him make the call and as soon as the call ended he was picked up from the bed and made to straddle Namjoon's torso. The latter's head was under his pussy, he could feel his warm breath caressing his wet folds.

" I need to be woken up like this until I die" Namjoon declared and Seokjin smiled. Was he that good ? After all Namjoon came, so it was safe to say that he was kind of good. "Was I good ?" Seokjin blurted out and Namjoon stroked his thighs gently. "Of course you were so good for me baby, couldn't be better" Namjoon reassured him. "Good, because I never did that before, and I was kind of nervous because you're big and all..." Seokjin blurted again and his face became red again. Namjoon appeared shocked. "You never did it before ?" He asked in disbelief and Seokjin nodded. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, did I hurt you baby ?" He seemed panicked and Seokjin understood what kind of bomb he dropped without realising it. "No, it's okay, I felt good. I asked you to be rough, remember ?" He said with a hand on the older's face in an attempt to reassure him. "Yes, but i would have been more gentle if I knew it was your first time." Namjoon explained. Seokjin softened. " I know my limits, even if I have never done it. I asked you to be rough with me because I needed it. I needed you to treat me like a slut... It kinda turned me on" Seokjin confessed with red cheeks. "You like being degraded ?" Namjoon asked with a raised bro. Seokjin nodded shyly. "I guess so, but keep praising me please. I love it when you do" He added. Namjoon smiled, visibly reassured. "Okay, let me think about it while I eat your pussy" He said and Seokjin suddenly remembered that his naked and sensitive pussy was at the mercy of Namjoon's mouth. "Hold your dress, I wanna see the expression you have when I'll make you cum on my tongue." Namjoon ordered and Seokjin obeyed, lifting the hem of the front of his dress. Namjoon guided his waist and made him sit on his face. Seokjin thought it was weird but didn't have time to question it as Namjoon's tongue came to lap on his clit. He moaned instantly and grabbed the bedhead for support. Namjoon was eating him like a five course meal. He was doing things with his tongue Seokjin couldn't describe. It was making his head fuzzy, it was just too good. Namjoon's tongue was fucking him and he felt his legs give up. The bedhead was helping him to not fall on Namjoon. "Honey, I need to take a shower before work" a familiar voice came into Seokjin's ear followed by the entry door. The later was ready to jump out of the bed and lure his husband out of here but Namjoon didn't allow him to move. Instead he just continued to lap on his clit, making him see stars.

"Don't let him hear you or see you, understood ? I wont stop using you even if he walk past that door. I will continue to eat you out until you cum. So if you dont want him to see you cum on my tongue, make him leave" Seokjin nodded and tried his best to stay composed. "Okay, use the bathroom upstairs, I'm cleaning downstairs." Seokjin yelled, hoping his husband would obey and just quickly go up. Footsteps came right to the door while Seokjin was biting his lips to keep quiet. Namjoon was torturing him by sucking and nibbling on his clit. His legs were nearly shaking, he was so close to cumming right here and there, on his father-in-law's lips while his husband was behind the door. What a dirty slut, the thought of it was pushing him over the edge. "Sorry for last night, Darling. My dad didn't give you a hard time ?" His husband said from behind the door and Seokjin nearly chocked when Namjoon slided his finger inside. "No, he was very nice to me, its okay I had a great time" Lies were flowing on his tongue as a tear of pleasure rolled down his cheek. Namjoon added another finger, fingering him into oblivion. His pussy was soaked and the sound was loud and lewd. Seokjin prayed that his husband wouldn't hear it ."Good, I'll go upstairs then". The husband said and next thing was the sound of his footsteps in the stairs.

"Please, please, please" Seokjin didn't know what he begging for but he was too dizzy to think. Tears were rolling down his face as he tried his best to be quiet. He had to bite his hand to keep himself from screaming when Namjoon's teeth brushed past his clitoris. He saw white, his thighs started to shake uncontrollably around Namjoon's head. He was gripping the bedhead and biting his hand. His head jolted back, his back arching, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He was drooling. He was a vision of pure bliss, and Namjoon had to be trusted when he said that it was the most beautiful thing he ever saw in his life. He could cum just by looking at Seokjin right now. He accompanied the latter in his orgasm, soothing him like he could. He could hear the water running in the bathroom upstairs. His son won't be a threat for now, Seokjin could come down of his orgasm without fear. When Seokjin opened his eyes again, he was reminded of what just happened, Namjoon just pushed him to a mind-blowing orgasm for the third time in less than 24 hours. He was fucked out right now. His body felt limp but his mind felt so good. He shouldn't be feeling this good after cheating on his husband but really he never felt this good. He tried to move but it was too complicated. Without a world, Namjoon picked him up and put him gently on the bed next to him. Seokjin couldn't help but notice that his dick was hard again. He tried to summon his voice but it came out a little broken.

"You're hard again" he said and Namjoon chuckled. "I was ready for everything but that sentence" he joked and Seokjin smiled, his brain was like mush. His husband was out of the shower and quickly in front of the door again. "I'm off to work, Darling. Don't wait for me tonight, I have a meal with my superiors. Maybe I will get a promotion !" He said and Seokjin thanked whatever kept him from coming in. "That would be wonderful, did you take spare clothes?" Seokjin asked, he heard a "Yes darling" and then the door, the car starting up and driving away. Seokjin wasted no time and sat up on the bed. He undid his buttons under Namjoon's captivated gaze. He quickly removed his dress and threw it on the floor. He was left in his bra, Namjoon took in the sight, the long brown hair falling on his perfect tits. Seokjin removed the bra, displaying his pink nipples and Namjoon let out a breath. He had an irresistible need to put his head between those tits and to suck on this perfect pink nipples until they are red and wet with saliva. "You're so pretty Seokjin-ah. " he said as he came to kiss him, it was tender but loaded with desire. Seokjin was unbuttoning Namjoon's shirt revealing his toned torso. He helped him to make the boxer disappear on the floor leaving the older and muscular man bare. He appreciated the sight in front of him and felt the sudden urge to mark it as his. His mouth came to encircle Namjoon's nipple. The latter sighted. Seokjin's hand came to grab his dick and started to stroke it.

"You're so handsome, I need you all to myself..." Seokjin murmured against Namjoon's hot skin. "I'm yours Seokjin, everything I have, everything I am, it's yours " Namjoon said and Seokjin suddenly stopped. "Why are you so perfect? Why are you so good to me ? You make me think I married the wrong Kim" Namjoon came forward to kiss him. "It's not too late to correct that" Namjoon proposed. "You would marry me ?" Seokjin asked and Namjoom answered without hesitation. "I would". Seokjin smiled. "But I don't love you. It's not fair to you." He pointed out, Namjoon kissed his collarbone. "If I have the chance to wake up next to you everyday, to see your face everytime I open my eyes, to touch you whenever I want, to kiss you again and again, it's enough. I don't ask for more" "Are you always this intense ?" Seokjin tried to joke it off, it was too overwhelming. They just had mind-blowing sex seconds ago but Namjoon couldn't be in love now could he ? That was too unrealistic, even for someone who just fucked his hot father-in-law. "Sorry I tend to do that" Namjoon apologised with a little embarrassed laugh. "Let's sleep, you must be tired" he added and Seokjin laughed. "I kinda want to sleep " And they went to sleep in each other's arms enjoying .