Seokjin is not sure how he found himself in this situation.
Like, wasn't he supposed to be having a movie night with Namjoon? Then how in the world is he now giving a hand for Namjoon?

"- Just a lil bit more-" Namjoon grunted as he had his head thrown back.
Seokjin nibbled on his lower lip as he quickened his pace even more, driving Namjoon to his .

And at last, the younger came hard to his hand along with some curses he let out.

"L-Let me return the favor." Namjoon said as he regained his breath.
The red on Seokjin's cheeks didn't went unnoticed as he mumbled a soft, "Please."
"Should I gave you a head instead?"
"W-Whatever's find."

Namjoon nodded and buckled his pants up befote climbing down the couch and settled in between Seokjin's legs.
Since Seokjin got only single boxer on, it was more than easy to rid that single piece of material.

"Keep your eyes on the screen, hyung." Namjoon breathed near his .
His breath alone sent shiver down his spine. "." He moaned out loud when Namjoon finally took him in his mouth, not stopping until he's all in.
"God.. you take me in so good, Namjoonie."
Much to Seokjin's complaint, Namjoon pulled away. "Just like you always do." He mumbled before diving in once more.
This time, he gave a hard le on the tip. Making Seokjin to let out a loud, satisfying moan.

Even though Namjoon asked him to fix his eyes on the TV, he just couldn't help but to