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Angels . This is what they were called. Namjoon would never think he would meet one, leave alone having one home almost five months and eventually falling in love with him. He had found him unconscious one rainy night on the side of the nearest river naked and dirty from the mud he lied in, his lifeless wings wet, their natural white color shadowed into dark colors.
And what person would let something like that unnoticed. He picked him up from the ground, careful not to harm him even more, he carried him into his apartment only two streets away from the place.
Now, it was cold winter evening when he was walking home from his work having white puffy snowflakes slowly falling from the sky all around him. Even though he had a warm coat, he was freezing, his breath making a little steam each exhale. He didn’t mind though. Everything around him was white, covered in snow, reminding him his little secret waiting for him at home.
When he finally closed the entrance door behind him and discarded his coat along with a long scarf and shoes with socks, he sighed out of exhaustion.
“I’m home.” He said loudly, lazily shifting his feet on the floor further into the apartment. “Jiminnie?” He asked unsurely as he got no response. He peeked into the living room and wholeheartedly smiled, the love clouding his mind, setting the most comfortable feel he had ever felt in his life once again.
“Hyung~” Jimin was sitting on an unfolded couch surrounded by a pile of thick blankets and pillows thrown all around him, under him, over him. “Look what I made for us again.” His wings were spread behind him, the feathers adding into the fluffiness of the soft fabric around him. “Blanket-pillow land!” The light from numerous candles made the room lit enough for not switching on the electric light.
Namjoon let his bag fall on the ground all drunk in love and comfiness he stripped himself from the work vest and rough material of his formal jeans. He dived himself under the end of the blanket, his head appearing on Jimin’s stomach, his arms wrapped around the angel’s stomach. “I missed you.”
Jimin hugged his saviour and caressing the styled hair only a shade blonder than his own, he smiled even wider. His wings surrounded both of them, making them feel more secure and protected from the world outside. “I love you.”
“Oh Jiminnie,” Namjoon almost cried. He snuggled his head into the soft surface of Jimin’s jumper that was ripped on the back to make his wings free. “I love you too. I love you so so much.”
“Aw, hyung, did something happen today?” Jimin asked, a bit surprised by the affection from the other.
“No..” Namjoon raised his head and kissed the angel’s lips. It tasted so sweet. So sweet as always, Namjoon knew he will never have enough of this. He deepened the kiss and tightly hugged Jimin one hand on the back of his neck, the other around his ribs, reaching the exposed place of the angelic soft skin of Jimin’s back full of small fine feathers most frequent around the base of the wings.
As much as he would want to keep going, he stopped, pulled a bit away and removed few hair strands from Jimin’s forehead. Everything until now has been always only platonic, cuddling, kissing and other intimate things.. Namjoon would never want to pressure the angel into something that would make him feel dirty or whatever. Never wanting to hurt him he kept his distance. He sat lose lotus style and dragged Jimin’s weight on his thighs. Burying his head into the soft turtleneck jumper Jimin had he started to caress the other’s back along with wings.
“Namjoonie?” Jimin whispered into the older’s ear while caressing his small of the back. “I was thinking…”
“...yeah?” Namjoon said equally quietly after a second of silence passed.
“Um.. I was thinking we could.. Um.. we could-”
Namjoon tensed a little bit. “Have sex?” He finished the other’s sentence seeing him struggling with it.
“Yes.” Jimin kissed the other’s ear.
Namjoon bit his own lip to make sure this isn’t a dream. “But.. Are you sure? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable or something…”
“Don’t worry, hyung. I’ve been studying. Since I’m already here, I wanna try everything.” Jimin inhaled his lover’s scent. “And I want to do it with you.” Another kiss. “But if you-”
“No.” Namjoon laid the angel on the back, careful not to shrug his wings. He kissed his lips again. “I want to make you feel good.” He moved his hands behind the other and unzipped the zip on the customized jumper. “I want to make love with you.” He stripped the other out of it and looked at his snow white skin. “God, you are so beautiful..” He kissed one nip, making the sweet taste play on his tongue again.
Jimin let the man take care of him, enjoying every move the other made. He slipped his hand through the lighter hair and caressed the scalp underneath. “Not as you, tho.”
Namjoon smiled. “Since when are angels so smooth?” He kissed Jimin on his lips again but pulled away short after, his eyebrows frowned. “I don’t have lube.”
Jimin laughed and slipped his left hand under one of many fluffy blankets mixed with puffy pillows around and under them. When he pulled the hand out he was holding a small tube with a strawberry scent.
“You went out alone? You know how dangerous it-” Namjoon’s lips were shooshed with Jimin’s plump ones.
“Shh.” Jimin kissed all unspoken words away.
“You are unbelievable.” Namjoon gave up and let the angel unbutton his t-shirt and slip it over the shoulders, leaving him only in his boxers. Jimin’s white wings full of feathers of all shapes and sizes surrounded them once again, their tips gently caressing Namjoon’s bare back.
After a while of gentle kissing and licking each other’s lips Namjoon left Jimin’s mouth and moved his lips on the flawless skin of the angel down on the collar bones, chest, stomach and bellybutton, lower abdomen and lose briefs showing Jimin’s hardness.
Namjoon carefully removed the other’s last piece of clothing and kissed him on the thighs.
“Nam..” Jimin was interrupted by his own moan mid sentence as his lover’s tongue teased his entrance.
“Hmm…?” Namjoon hummed against the sensitive skin and looked up at the most adorable and arousing view, his own cock twitching in his boxers. He didn’t wait for an answer and pushed the tongue right into Jimin, making him arch his back with his wings flinch around them.
Namjoon kept on eating Jimin out, enjoying the sweet taste of the angel. He sucked a bit up on the balls, moving even more up and kissing Jimin’s cock. His fingers moved to Jimin’s hole and as he gently slipped half of one in, he distracted the younger by taking the angel’s whole length in. He sensed the saliva he left in wasn't enough anymore and reached for the small tube Jimin had beside him. His mouth never leaving the other’s cock he covered his fingers with the lube and spread some around Jimin’s entrance before pushing the finger in. He let the other adjust the digit and moved his lips up to meet Jimin’s cheek.
“You okay, baby?” Namjoon asked, his finger gently making circles buried in the other.
Jimin just nodded, his breath already uneven. “I’m fine,”
“It’ll feel good soon. I promise.” Namjoon set a rain of small kisses over Jimin’s face and slowly, softly, very gently added another finger. The angel gasped and hugged the man with his arms around the neck and his legs around the waist.
Namjoon kept on preparing his lover carefully, observing his face to see the slight discomfort vanishing any signs of it. When the third finger could fit in and out easily, Jimin’s thumb caressed Namjoon’s cheek.
“I think I’m ready..” He breathed out between the moans.
“Okay baby.. Turn around for me.” Namjoon said and watched Jimin shifting his weight up, the wings making it a bit harder. As the angel half way turned, Namjoon caressed the bone of the folded wing closer to him, making it stretch out. Jimin moaned at the touch.
“Oh..” Namjoon caressed it once more, making Jimin moan even more, burying his face into the blanket. “Baby, you like it..?” Namjoon bend down over the back of the angel and kissed his ear.
“Um.. y-yeah..” Jimin breathed out, blush of a slight embarrassment hidden into the surface underneath him.
Namjoon lovingly smiled and moved the tips of his fingers over Jimin’s spine up and down, pressing a bit more force with his palms at the base of the wing bones and slided both hands along the thin muscle structure under the soft feathers, making them both stretch in their full display along with the angels muffled warm and heavy breaths. It felt so soft and delicate, Namjoon knew he will never forget this feeling. He loved every inch of it, every little thing about Jimin’s body was perfect. He loved everything about him, his wings and tiny little feathers attached to the skin around the base of the wings included. He knew he will never have enough of this. Especially now when he knew the touch turned the angel on.
“Nothing to be embarrassed about, baby.” Namjoon smiled and kissed Jimin’s shoulder, blindly finding the lube tube again. “I’ve never seen someone that beautiful.” He put some of the lube on his fingers again and slipped them back into the other, kissing the space in the middle of Jimin’s back right in between the wings, earning another set of moans and raised ass from the angel.
Getting rid of the boxers, Namjoon finally eased the pressure he felt and lined against Jimin’s hole. The lube making everything easy he slipped the head of his cock in and kept kissing on Jimin’s neck, slightly massaging the soft little feathers around Jimin’s shoulder blades. Seeing no pain in the boy’s body language he kept pushing in and becoming crazy each inch he felt like in heaven. So tight, soft, warm and pleasurable. Heaven on earth. Literally.
“Namjoonie..” Jimin pulled him back into the reality. “Move please, feels good..”
Namjoon wasted no time and pulled out only to go in the next second. Now Jimin wasn’t the only one moaning. He narrowed himself and ran his hands over the white fluff on the angel’s back once again, making the wings twitch, fold and unfold back as the waves of pleasure were constantly washing over Jimin’s body each thrust.
The pace became faster and Namjoon bend down again to hug the other around his shoulders, feeling the tender feathers on his lower chest.
Jimin moaned at the sudden touch of the other’s body against his back. He felt so hot suddenly, his own warmth reflected in the soft blankets underneath and warmth of his lover pressed against his back. He felt so hot and so close. He sucked on Namjoon’s forearm and focused on every thrust, each bringing him more pleasure and pushing him closer to the edge.
With Namjoon’s hips doing it’s work right it really didn't last long for the angel to feel the peak soon, strong feeling of pleasure overwhelming him and making him discover something better than heaven itself. His wings fully spread over the whole room from one wall to another, making a few things fall on the floor.
Feeling his angel coming, tightening all around him, only a few more thrusts were enough for Namjoon to reach his own orgasm, filling the boy beneath him. When his senses returned, he pulled away and out of Jimin, still trying to catch his breath he looked at the wrecked panting angel in front of him. Still so gorgeous, his wings halfway folded again, exhaustion making them lay back on the pillows and blankets.
“Jiminnie..” Namjoon massaged the other’s hip as he watched him slowly sitting up.
As Jimin was slowly getting up a bit of semen dripped out of him, but that didn’t matter as the blanket was already ruined by his own mess. “Hyung..” He turned around again, his wings dragging around as his torso now faced his lover.
“I love you.” Namjoon outran him and hugged him. “Thank you.”
“I was gonna say that..” Jimin weakly laughed and bumped his forehead into the other’s shoulder. “..dork.”
“I need to clean you up.” Namjoon caressed the angels arms and narrowed him. As much as he would love to just lay down and sleep, he couldn’t with both of them covered in sweat and Jimin with both of their cums extra. The blanket left alone.
“Uh.. okay,” Jimin clinged into the other and let himself be carried bridal style into the bathroom.
Namjoon stopped at the door and turned around to check the room.
“Oh.” They both said at the same time. The room was a total mess. Feathers literally everywhere, few pillows fell on the floor from the couch and few broken glasses along with other items on the floor. Few candles blown out.
They looked at each other and shrugged it of, walking out of the room without any regrets.