Always swearing, Safe sex is implied. Series Masterlist. No answer. Loud snoring came from across the room and you could just make out his outline from the rising sun filtering through his curtains. Tiptoeing closer you dropped your robe. Picking up the fluffy white duvet you slid underneath. God he was warm. He stirred with a sigh and moved closer, his arms wrapping around you instinctively.
Namjoon was comfort. His fingertips, not sure of which way to travel, skimmed over your skin giving you goosebumps from the delicate touch. Jumping out of the bed you threw your robe back on and retrieved your pile of equipment waiting in the hallway. He was flustered, always so shy in his gentlemanly way.
Closing the gap he abandoned his modesty beside the table. He was hard as a rock already standing straight out red and excited. Pulling the cover from the table you raised your eyebrows at him suggestively. He needed encouragement. His large hands reached out and cradled your face. Digging through your bag you brought out the bottle of massage oil. Squeezing the oil in a stream down his back he squirmed at the sensation. You could have been nice and warmed it, but you liked the idea of the cold liquid making his nipples hard.
Working the oil over his entire backside you wanted to up the stakes. Grabbing the oil you quickly drizzled it down your front before climbing on.
Straddling his back you rubbed yourself just above the swell of his ass. He moaned at the feeling of your pussy sliding down his skin. Laying flat against him you placed a kiss between his shoulder blades and pressed your breasts into his back.
