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He’s dripping.
“Taehyung,” Jimin whines, completely out of his mind, shaking against the sheets as Taehyung teases him with a single-minded focus.
His cock leaks into a thick pool on his abdomen and it’s sticky, makes him feel dirty and hot and he spreads his legs wider, trying to lure Taehyung away from sucking languid kisses into his thighs.
Taehyung makes a content noise against his skin, patient and satisfied, and it’s driving him insane. Composure has always been Taehyhung’s specialty; he’d wait weeks to come if he had to and tonight he seems intent on dragging Jimin along for the ride.
“Please,” he pants, knowing how Taehyung likes to hear him beg. Jimin holds himself back from taking his cock in hand and feeding it between Taehyung’s lips. It won’t work on a night like tonight—not when they’re on Taehyung’s schedule.
Jimin can tell that Taehyung is lost in his own mind, fixated on the taste and feel of Jimin’s skin. It’s a different type of pleasure, one that Jimin hesitates to even call sexual if it weren’t for how Taehyung will be able to come before he’s done wringing every last drop of pleasure from Jimin’s body.
Taehyung makes a vague noise of assent, but he doesn’t move from where he’s scraping his teeth across the tender join of Jimin’s thigh and hip.
“Taehyung, please,” he rasps, carding a hand through Taehyung’s hair.
When Taehyung’s eyes flicker to him, deep and intense, he sighs in relief. He can feel how flushed his face has gotten, how swollen his lips are from biting them, and he uses it to his advantage, seeing the exact moment that Taehyung’s lips part in mirrored desperation.
The first lick to his leaking cock makes him cry out, sensitive from the prolonged lack of direct stimulation. Taehyung laps at the lead, licking up the slick trails of precome like they’re a delicacy worth savoring.
Jimin clenches his hands in the pillowcase beneath his head, arching his hips up against the warm heat of Taehyung’s tongue.
It’s messy, so messy, spit dripping down to pool between his thighs as Taehyung licks and licks, eyes shut like he’s savoring the taste. Jimin can barely look at him, his handsome face slack in bliss, nose splashed with precome that he had missed with his tongue.
Jimin trembles against the sheets, his breath only loud shuddering in the damp of the room.
He wants to come. He wants Taehyung to take him in his mouth for real, slide him down his throat and suck with enough strength to make his toes curl.
Begging again feels futile. A hyper-fixated Taehyung could spend hours dragging slick stripes up Jimin’s cock, sampling the flavor like he would an expensive glass of wine. He has spent hours on it before, teasing Jimin to tears until he had pushed Taehyung on his back, sat on his cock with a cry, and fucked himself until he’d blacked out.
Taehyung must be feeling less patient tonight, what little that means in the grand scheme of the evening, because during his next adoring lave of tongue to the head of Jimin’s cock, he swallows it whole.
“Ah!” Jimin cries, pleasure singing up his spine. “Yes, yes.”
He comes within the next breath, hips shooting off the bed as he moans brokenly. Taehyung keeps his lips sealed, patient and steady at the bottom of Jimin’s cock as he pours down Taehyung’s throat.
The moment that the waves of shocking pleasure ease, the tenseness in Jimin’s muscles relaxes all at once and he melts into the mattress below him. Taehyung’s mouth around him has gone slack, but he can hear the subtle sounds of his throat working to swallow down Jimin’s come.
Then, right as Jimin starts to allow himself to drift off, Taehyung keeps sucking him, sending sparks of toomuchtoogood over his skin and he whines. “Tae, oh.”
His limbs go rigid again and he has to curl his hands back into the pillow beneath his head to prevent himself from pushing Taehyung away. He’s not sure if it even feels good.
Like he can read Jimin’s mind, Taehyung lets Jimin’s dick slip out of his mouth, giving him a chance to take several heaving, grounding breaths. Taehyung shifts away only to lick at his thighs, his hips, the tender crease between his balls and hole.
Jimin would jump if he had the energy left, but he’s oversensitive and tender and he knows exactly what Taehyung is thinking as he dips even lower, nose brushing the damp skin his tongue just marked.
“Wait, wait, I–”
He chokes on a gasp as Taehyung licks a broad stripe across his hole, and he barely has time for another breath before Taehyung dives back in, licking at him as messily and ardently as he does when they kiss.
It’s too much. His limbs are already fuzzy with the vestiges of his orgasm and Taehyung is relentless, sucking at his tender rim with a single-mindedness that makes him shake. One of his hands falls over his forehead, sliding into his sweaty hair and he grips it to ground himself.
Jimin’s dick lays half hard against his stomach and it aches with the discomfort of not being allowed to soften fully before getting aroused again.
He gasps when Taehyung draws his hands down from Jimin’s hips to his ass, pressing in with his thumbs just to hold Jimin open for the sudden thrust of his tongue.
Taehyung pistons his tongue into Jimin’s hole, deep thick presses that are as unrelenting as everything that Taehyung has done to him tonight. It feels cavernous, even though it can’t actually be going that far into his body, and Jimin flushes red all over with how it must look to someone from the outside. How desperate does he look? Letting Taehyung use him however he wants, letting him mouth at whatever part of his body he sees fit.
His legs spread wider in a subconscious, eager plea for more.
Taehyung is relentless, licking at him until Jimin is wet and sloppy, so loose that he thinks Taehyung could slide right to the hilt if he cared to do anything other than play with him.
Instead, the mattress rumbles with each slow, leisurely grind of Taehyung’s hips against the plush surface.
Jimin throbs, his whole body pulsing, and then Taehyung slides a thumb out to bend Jimin in half, ass raised and knees pressed against his own chest so that Taehyung can fuck his tongue in deeper. It’s fucking filthy, an action that only Taehyung can manage to feel shameless about, and it makes Jimin’s ears burn as he writhes and arches and comes, painting his inner thighs with his release.
“Hah…” he manages, mouth too come-dumb to form Taehyung’s name.
He can’t move and Taehyung is still tongue-deep in him, but he’s pulled back enough that it doesn’t feel as all enveloping as it had before. He doesn’t fight the few gentle strokes of Taehyung’s tongue and then, mercifully, Taehyung pulls out only to lick up the come smattered on Jimin’s thighs.
“Jimin.”
He jerks, surprised by the soft sound of Taehyung’s voice. Sleep flirts with the edges of his consciousness even as his breath catches when Taehyung presses his still hard cock against him.
“Jimin,” Taehyung repeats. His hips roll, languid, even though he must be on-edge. How long has it been since he first put his mouth to Jimin’s skin? “I’m going to—is that okay?”
And then he pushes into Jimin without waiting for an answer, cock a thick brand filling him close to bursting.
Jimin can’t even make a noise, there’s no air left in his lungs and no strength left in his body. But, he wants this. He always wants this.
Taehyung fucks him the same way he has treated him all night, all-encompassing, passionate, and slow. He makes intense eye-contact the whole way through and it always makes Jimin blush when he does that, but especially now when he must be flushed and sweaty. Taehyung still looks at him like there’s nothing and no one else in the entire world.
When Taehyung comes, it’s with a moan pressed into Jimin’s hair as he fits himself deep into Jimin’s body. He slides out, bracing himself on shaky arms and Jimin finds the strength to cover his blushing face when Taehyung’s eyes flit right between his legs.
Jimin can feel how wet he must be and he can’t imagine what it looks like to Taehyung. His gaze is still too intense, Jimin doesn’t know how he can live his life with Taehyung looking at him like that all the time.
Hands grab his hips and lift him again and Jimin finds his voice enough to gasp, “Tae—” But Taehyung just puts his mouth to Jimin’s hole, licking across the mess there.
Jimin whines, lungs burning and realizes.
Oh, it really is one of those nights.