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“Your hair is so soft.” Taehyung says, so quietly that Jimin is unsure if the comment is for him to respond to or not.

“Is it?” Jimin murmurs, gazing up contentedly from Taehyung’s lap.

“Mm,” Taehyung hums and smiles, tilting his head to the side, “it’s super soft. It’s so nice to run my fingers through.”

“I love it when you play with my hair.” Jimin’s voice is thick with lethargy, induced by Taehyung’s gentle hands, and he’s struggling to keep his eyes open.

It’s a lazy Friday night at Jimin’s apartment. Hoseok and Yoongi are out, so Jimin had messaged Taehyung to come over, eager for company and boyfriend cuddles. Now, splayed out in Taehyung’s lap on the couch like this, with Taehyung massaging his head with one hand and resting the other warm on his chest, Jimin is just about ready to fall asleep.

For a while they sit in silence, the cheesy rom-com playing on the TV tuned out into background noise, the song that Taehyung is humming softly proving much more pleasant to listen to.

“You’re so sexy,” Taehyung mumbles suddenly.

“What?” Jimin laughs, squinting up at his boyfriend, “Tae, I’m in tracksuit pants and a t-shirt that’s like, five sizes too big for me, how is that even remotely sexy?”

Taehyung just shrugs, “You’re always sexy, Jiminnie.”

“Shut up.” Jimin giggles, turning to bury his face in Taehyung’s stomach.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” Taehyung sounds a little hurt, so Jimin pokes his tummy playfully and grins up at him.

“Not really, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like hearing it.”

Taehyung pouts. “What if I said you were beautiful, then?”

“Now you’re just being silly.” Jimin scoffs. Taehyung’s hand stills in his hair.

“Jimin.”

“Tae, no,” Jimin groans, reaching up to cover Taehyung’s mouth with his hand, “don’t lecture me, please.”

Taehyung pulls Jimin’s hand down effortlessly, “I don’t lecture you.”

“You totally lecture me.” Jimin grumbles as he hides behind his hands.

“Alright, well what if I show you instead.” Taehyung says, softly pulling Jimin’s hands away from his face.

“What?”

“Come on, up.” Taehyung helps Jimin up off of his lap.

“Tae…” Jimin sounds wary, but he allows Taehyung to stand them both up.

Taehyung just smiles his boxy grin and holds Jimin’s hands, swinging them out to the side and back in while Jimin looks at him exasperatedly. Just as Jimin starts to speak, Taehyung leans in and kisses him, a quick, soft peck. Jimin rolls his eyes when Taehyung leans back again, mischievous smile still intact. Taehyung again goes in for a kiss, this time on Jimin’s nose. Then he takes Jimin’s face gently in his hands and presses little kisses to his forehead, his cheeks, the spongey hinge of his jaw, on his chin, his cupid’s bow, wherever he can reach.

Jimin can’t help the little giggle that escapes him at the peppering of sweet kisses, but when Taehyung doesn’t let up, when the kisses become slower, more purposeful, Jimin closes his eyes and grips Taehyung’s wrists, feeling his heart soften.

“Taehyung,” he whispers when the boy rests just before his face, when he can feel his breath ghosting his lips. Jimin waits for the kiss, the sweet press of Taehyung’s lips to his, but it doesn’t come. He opens his eyes, and Taehyung is so close, so close that the depths of his dark eyes look like whirlpools, sempiternal waters swirling.

“Taehyung,” Jimin whispers again, all other words escaping him.

“Jimin.”

And the way Taehyung says it, like a prayer, makes Jimin want to clutch the boy to his chest, to hold him so tight that his warmth and love is all he can feel.

“My beautiful Jiminnie,” Taehyung’s voice is like a song, and Jimin wants to drown in it, wants to fill the oceans with the liquid gold of Taehyung’s warm, smooth voice and lose himself in the waves.

Taehyung hasn’t let go of Jimin’s face, has only pulled him closer so their bodies are pressed close, so close. He nudges Jimin’s small nose with his own, meets Jimin’s forehead with his own and Jimin holds his wrists so tightly, so unwillingly to let go. Taehyung never wants him to let go.

Then Taehyung kisses him. His lips are a little dry, but Jimin doesn’t mind. The slow opening of Taehyung’s mouth, the gentle brush of his tongue along lips, along tongue, is enough to light a spark in Jimin’s stomach and in his heart, a soft aching in his chest that only Taehyung could induce. Then, too soon, always too soon, Taehyung pulls away.

Taehyung lowers his hands from Jimin’s face, touch lingering as he caresses his shoulders, elbows, arms. Jimin’s grip on his wrists loosens enough so that Taehyung can take his hands in his, and with a smile and a gentle tug, wordlessly encourage Jimin to follow. Jimin falls into step behind him without a second thought because where Taehyung goes, Jimin is never far behind. His beautiful, radiant boy.

Fully clothed, Taehyung guides Jimin to their bed, climbs on top of him, but without any semblance of dominance: just pure adoration.

“I’ll show you, you’ll see, you’ll see…” Taehyung mumbles between kisses, faster now, more insistent. Jimin exhales shakily when Taehyung starts working his lips down his neck, pulling on the collar of his shirt to touch more skin, to kiss more skin, to properly love each and every inch of Jimin as it deserves to be loved.

“Off, off.” Jimin manages, tugging at the hem of Taehyung’s hoodie. Taehyung sits up only long enough to pull off his top and hoodie before turning his attention back to Jimin.

“You too.” Taehyung insists, pushing up Jimin’s top. Jimin arches off the bed to help and his back has barely hit the mattress when Taehyung is on him again, kissing him without restraint, with all the feeling he can muster.

“So perfect, so beautiful.” Taehyung mumbles into the soft skin of Jimin’s belly as he mouths along the elastic waist of his tracksuit pants, dipping his tongue into Jimin’s belly button, placing fleeting kisses up his stomach and chest.

Jimin clutches at whatever parts of Taehyung he can reach. Breathing heavy with arousal but more so from the sudden thickness of the air, from the weight of Taehyung’s body and words above him, surrounding him, smothering him. Jimin gasps when Taehyung suddenly moves a hand down to briefly palm him through his pants, mouth never pausing it’s journey up Jimin’s torso.

“Look at you, so pretty, Jimin,” Taehyung breathes, and Jimin isn’t sure if it’s his words or his warm breath on his bare skin that make him break out into goose bumps. He closes his eyes and lets out an embarrassing whimper as the shiver works its way up his spine.

“I love your stomach, Jiminnie. I love your chest and your arms and your shoulders and your collarbones and your neck and everything, everything…” Jimin can’t speak, can barely keep up with the flood of Taehyung’s praise and his hands wandering over the expanse of his body.

“Pants, baby, lift your hips for me.” Taehyung coos, gently lifting Jimin’s hips in encouragement.

With Jimin’s pants disposed of on the floor, Taehyung settles between his legs, running his hands up and down Jimin’s thighs, hips and waist reverently. Jimin’s breath hitches as Taehyung lifts his leg over his shoulder and presses lingering kisses up his toned thigh, hands still moving across planes of tanned skin.

“Your thighs, Jimin, god I love them so much,” Taehyung murmurs. Jimin groans and throws his head back onto the pillow, eyes squeezing shut at the combined pleasure of Taehyung’s hands stroking and massaging again through his briefs and his mouth now biting and sucking gently along his thighs.

Taehyung is nothing if not a tease, and Jimin whines as his mouths works up across his hip bones, inner thighs, lower stomach, everywhere that’s not quite Jimin’s crotch.

“Taehyung, please,” Jimin breaths, trembling fingers lacing through Taehyung’s hair and gripping weakly, the strongest plea he can manage.

“I got you, baby, I got you,” Taehyung crawls up the bed to kiss Jimin, sweetly, slowly, before he pulls back, smiling down at the boy beneath him, looking blissfully wrecked with his pupils blown and cheeks flushed.

Jimin nods weakly, and Taehyung smiles wider, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before lowering himself to nuzzle Jimin’s cock through his briefs, a groan ripping from Jimin’s throat as his hips jerk. Taehyung grips Jimin’s hips and brings them back down to the bed, turning his face to press his cheek against Jimin’s bulge and sighing contentedly.

“Tae-Taehyung,” Jimin moans as Taehyung mouths at his cock through the restricting material. Taehyung just hums, and Jimin groans again as the vibrations make his dick kick. Jimin peers down and spots a wet stain forming at the front of his briefs, and he covers his face with a choked moan, growing shy yet kind of turned on at the thought of his precum on Taehyung’s cheeks, lips, chin. Vivid memories of past orgasms and his cum on Taehyung’s face flood Jimin’s mind and he can’t help the low moan that partners with his hips jerking under Taehyung’s firm grip at the imagery. The tightness of Jimin’s underwear is becoming increasingly uncomfortable and Jimin really, really hopes he can stave off his orgasm until he’s completely naked.

When Taehyung finally lets up, hooking his fingers under the waistband of Jimin’s briefs to pull them off, Jimin is panting, one hand gripping the sheets and the other still threaded loosely in Taehyung’s hair.

Taehyung takes Jimin’s cock in his hand and Jimin sighs when he starts up a slow but steady rhythm, twisting his palm over the head and making sure to drag his thumb over the thick vein underneath. He makes quick work of spreading Jimin’s precum down his erection to avoid any dry burn.

“Love your cock, Jiminnie,” Taehyung says, pressing kisses down Jimin’s length, “love your cock in my hands and my mouth and my ass…”

Jimin chokes back a sob, back arching as Taehyung takes the head of his dick into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip. Taehyung alternates between fondling Jimin’s balls and stroking his perineum as he takes more of Jimin into his mouth, inching his way down.

There’s saliva dripping from the corner of Taehyung’s mouth and down Jimin’s cock, but Jimin couldn’t care less, the vision of Taehyung’s head bobbing up and down more than enough to take sole possession of his concentration.

The eroticism of the sight causes Jimin’s hips buck of their own accord and Taehyung gags as his cock suddenly hits the back of his throat.

“Shit, shit, Tae, I’m so sorry…” Jimin pants, rising up onto shaky elbows with concern in his eyes as Taehyung pulls off, coughing.

“It’s fine, Jimin,” Taehyung laughs, quick to recover. He replaces his mouth with his hand and pumps Jimin’s dick languidly.

Taehyung looks at Jimin with a smile and a warm bubble of pride wells in his chest when he sees Jimin’s gaze, hazy with arousal, lips parted and chest heaving with heavy breaths. Jimin feels a pang of guilt when he recognises the same lust in Taehyung’s eyes; it’s not fair that Taehyung gives so much to him and he just lies back and gives nothing in return.

Spurred on by that thought, Jimin tries to shuffle back into a sitting position, but Taehyung has a firm grip on his hips and doesn’t let him get far before he pulls him back down. To ensure he stays down, Taehyung climbs up and straddles Jimin, boxing him in with his forearms either side of his head. Jimin presses against Taehyung’s chest and whines in protest, but Taehyung captures his lips in a kiss, tugging lightly on his bottom lip with his teeth.

“Come on, let me up.” Jimin insists breathlessly. Taehyung just shakes his head, kisses Jimin again.

“This is for you, Jimin,” Taehyung whispers against Jimin’s lips, “all of this is for you.”

Jimin wants to cry at the intensity of Taehyung’s gaze, at the strength of his words, at how completely and utterly under Taehyung’s power he feels right now.

“Make love to me, then. I want you to make love to me.” Jimin is almost frantic in his insistence, hands trembling as they clutch at Taehyung’s back.

Now Taehyung is the breathless one. “You want it?”

“I want it.” Jimin nods furiously, like if he’s resolute enough the tears pooling in his eyes wont spill over. However, Taehyung doesn’t miss a thing.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Taehyung coos softly, “why are you crying? It’s okay, Jimin, it’s okay. Do you want to stop?”

“No!” Jimin sobs, “no, don’t stop, please, I just…”

“Jimin, Jiminnie, hey,” Taehyung shushes him, placing one hand on Jimin’s cheek and stroking his hair with the other, “it’s okay, just breathe, breathe with me, Jiminnie.”

Jimin focuses hard on Taehyung, on the grounding weight of his body over his, on the touch of his hands and the timing of his breaths. He breathes with Taehyung, slowly, in and out, until his hands shake less where they’re clasped around Taehyung’s arms and the water welling in his eyes has receded and his vision has more focus to it.

“Jimin?” Taehyung says, voice warm like an embrace, eyes full of concern.

Jimin sighs and closes his eyes, the sight of Taehyung above him, soft but strong, tangling his insides into a squirming mess. He allows the familiarity of Taehyung smoothing his hair to lull him into openness, calmness. Taehyung deserves that much.

“I’m okay.” Jimin says eventually, eyes opening. “Sorry, I just…”

“Don’t apologise,” Taehyung insists in a whisper, booping Jimin’s nose with his own in an attempt to make him smile. It works.

“It’s just not fair that you’re making me feel like the luckiest boy in the world, when you’re still in your freaking shorts, you know? And it’s just kind of overwhelming when you’re saying so much stuff about how much you love me and my brain just kind of stopped working and I didn’t know what to say back but I want to give to you, too. I want to give you so much and I was just frustrated because you wouldn’t let me but I couldn’t even think of what to do and I just...”

Taehyung smiles. Always warm and soft and understanding. He sits back and pulls Jimin up with him, untangling and repositioning their limbs so that Jimin’s arms and legs are around Taehyung’s waist, and their heads are settled over the other’s shoulders.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overwhelm you.” Taehyung murmurs as Jimin burrows into his neck.

“I know, it’s okay,” Jimin assures, words whispered into Taehyung’s skin.

Taehyung rocks them gently, his breaths tickling the hair over Jimin’s ear.

“I just want you to know how special you are,” Taehyung says, “how much you mean to me. I never want you to doubt it.”

Jimin leans back, but only enough to meet Taehyung’s eyes. He smiles.

“Just keep at it, TaeTae, you’re wearing me down, I promise.”

“Yeah?” Taehyung chuckles,

“Mhm,” Jimin drops his forehead back onto Taehyung’s shoulder, smile widening into a grin, “I could never doubt you, I’m just kind of stupid sometimes.”

“Park Jimin, you are the furthest thing from stupid that has ever existed.” Taehyung counters firmly, squeezing his arms around Jimin’s waist.

“How about thick, then?” Jimin suggests, smile still intact, “Sometimes I can be a little thick.”

“Alright, maybe a little thick.” Taehyung concedes, chuckling. Jimin’s breathy laugh fans across Taehyung’s bare chest. His fingers trace patterns; swirling, intimate designs imprinted along Taehyung’s back.

For a time, they stay like that, cuddled, lashes tickling cheeks and noses buried in shoulders. Taehyung rubs his hands up and down Jimin’s back, arms, smoothing over his head, cheeks, neck.

It’s when Taehyung begins massaging Jimin’s thighs, causing a shiver to shoot up Jimin’s spine, that he turns so his mouth hovers by Taehyung’s ear. He whispers, voice silky as his hands slide down Taehyung’s back, “Do you want to pick up where we left off?”

Taehyung’s hands still as he meets Jimin’s eyes. “You sure?” he murmurs.

Jimin smiles, kissing Taehyung in affirmation, “I’m sure.”

“What do you want to do?” Taehyung asks, letting Jimin lead the way, letting his baby guide him where he likes, letting him show Taehyung just how to express how he loves him.

Jimin raises himself up on his knees, moulding their bodies together, so he can stare down at Taehyung. Taehyung bites his lip at the want in Jimin’s hooded eyes, his slightly parted lips, his semi-hard cock pressed between Jimin’s stomach and his chest. Taehyung strains his neck to press his lips to Jimin’s, but Jimin stays just out of reach, strands of his fringe falling over his eyes.

“Make love to me, Taehyung.” The request is different this time. Although low and laced with desire, Jimin’s words are not frantic, they’re certain and incredibly sexy.

“You sure?” Taehyung asks again, voice thick and husky.

“So sure,” Jimin breaths, giving in and kissing Taehyung with all he has. No softness or playfulness this time, just raw desire, teeth and tongues clashing, hips rolling in eagerness. It doesn’t take long for both of them to become a panting mess, hands gripping with bruising strength.

Jimin breaks away long enough to crawl over to the bedside table, grabbing the lube from the top drawer. Taehyung takes the opportunity to finally squirm out of his shorts before Jimin hurries back into his lap.

“You do it,” Jimin insists, handing Taehyung the bottle.

“Okay,” Taehyung croaks, popping the cap and pouring the liquid onto his long fingers. Taehyung places the bottle to the side and warms the lube between his hands.

“Come on, come on, hurry up.” Jimin groans, draping his arms over Taehyung’s shoulders and raising himself up on his knees in invitation.

“I’m hurrying,” Taehyung mumbles, staring in awe at Jimin’s cock, hard again against his stomach and looking so pretty and flushed. He did that. The thought makes Taehyung smile.

Jimin whines and bounces in Taehyung’s lap eagerly, prompting Taehyung to finally reach around to grab at Jimin’s ass, pulling the left cheek to the side and circling his hole with the fingers of his other hand. Jimin lets out another high-pitched whine and throws his head back, mumbling a mix of encouragement and curses at Taehyung for being such a tease.

“Calm down.” Taehyung laughs, enjoying the quivering of Jimin’s thighs when he strokes his asshole with just the right amount of pressure. Jimin huffs and lowers himself so the tip of Taehyung’s finger slips past the tight ring of muscle. Sighing in satisfaction, Jimin closes his eyes, smiling as the hand Taehyung has on his ass massages the soft flesh.

“More,” Jimin breathes, and Taehyung complies, eyes fixed on the blissed-out expression of Jimin’s face as he slowly works his finger into Jimin’s warmth.

When Taehyung has one finger comfortably inside, he strokes at Jimin’s walls and Jimin lets out a growl of appreciation at the familiar feeling. It’s so good, Taehyung is so good, but it’s not enough.

“Give me another,” Jimin says, voice strained as he drops his forehead back onto Taehyung’s shoulder, hands gripping tight against the back of Taehyung’s neck.

Taehyung pulls again at Jimin’s ass-cheek as he prods another finger at his entrance, slowly pressing the second in along with the first. Jimin sighs contentedly, pressing kisses to Taehyung’s neck, jaw, cheek. He starts rocking gently on Taehyung’s fingers, soft sounds escaping as his thick thighs begin to shake from holding him up for so long.

“You’re so good for me, Jimin, so perfect, moaning so prettily with my fingers in your ass.” Taehyung praises, and Jimin keens. Taehyung feels the pride swell in his chest at Jimin’s reaction and he crooks his fingers, stroking Jimin’s insides until his thighs seize up and he lets out a broken whimper.

“Mm, feels good Tae, feels so good when you… mm… when you touch me there...”

“Yeah?” Taehyung breathes, alternating between scissoring his fingers and pressing against Jimin’s prostate, “You feel good, baby? God, love the way you feel around my fingers.”

Jimin moans at Taehyung’s words, hips jerking on their own accord and his cock bouncing against his stomach. The movement capturing his attention, Taehyung lets go of Jimin’s ass to palm the top of his dick, torturously slow, circular movements, before dragging his thumb over the leaking slit. Jimin chokes on a groan, spine straightening briefly before he reaches down to wrap his hand around Taehyung’s, squeezing so Taehyung tightens his grip on his aching cock.

With Taehyung’s fingers still working his ass open so nicely and his hand warm and wet around his dick, Jimin feels that delicious heat start to lick inside of him like flames in his core, and the desire to get Taehyung inside him suddenly becomes irresistible.

“Okay, ok-a-ah, Taehyung, Taehyung,” Jimin pants, letting go of Taehyung’s hand so he can reach for the lube. Jimin squeezes a copious amount onto Taehyung’s throbbing dick, the latter grumbling at the cold lube dripping down his inner thighs and onto the sheets, but Jimin doesn’t take notice, too occupied riding Taehyung’s fingers.

“I’m ready, I’m-ah, shit, okay, I’m…”

“Shh, Jimin, alright,” Taehyung soothes, retracting his fingers and grasping Jimin’s waist, helping him up to hold himself over Taehyung’s cock.

“Slowly, slowly,” Taehyung murmurs, grip on Jimin’s waist tightening.

“I’m fine, it’s fine,” Jimin says impatiently, “just get in me, come on.”

Taehyung laughs, but it comes out strangled as the head of his dick sinks into Jimin’s ass. Jimin pauses, panting, eyes squeezed shut.

“Jimin?” Taehyung murmurs, brushing back the hair from Jimin’s forehead and trying very hard to stop his hips from jerking up into Jimin’s ass before he’s ready. “Are you okay, baby?”

“I’m okay,” Jimin insists, “just give me a moment, I’m kind of worked up and it hurts a bit.”

“Do you want to stop–”

“We’re not fucking stopping Taehyung, I said just give me a moment.”

“Alright, alright.”

Taehyung’s arms are shaking from helping keep Jimin up, so it’s with a relieved sigh that he loosens his grip slightly when Jimin sinks down lower.

“Oh god…” Taehyung moans, the anticipation of Jimin’s tight ass around his dick making the actual thing that much better.

“So good, Tae.” Jimin murmurs, eyes still closed, “love feeling you inside of me.”

Jimin lowers himself gradually, fighting the impatience bubbling in his gut, until he’s seated in Taehyung’s lap and he can relax the strain in his thighs. Taehyung remains still, not wanting to move until Jimin gives him the go ahead.

“Okay,” Jimin says after a moment, voice thick, “you can move.”

And Taehyung does. He starts slow, grinding up into Jimin, his plush ass working over Taehyung’s lean, tan thighs and it feels so, so good.

“Yeah, just like that.” Jimin nods, body rolling with Taehyung’s movements. Jimin leans down to capture Taehyung in a kiss, licking into Taehyung’s mouth with a satisfied groan.

“Harder, give me more.” Jimin mumbles against Taehyung’s lips.

Taehyung growls and tightens his hold on Jimin’s waist once more, rolling his hips faster so Jimin bounces higher in his lap. Jimin flexes his thighs and starts up a rhythm to match Taehyung’s, dropping and rising again to meet Taehyung’s thrusts. Taehyung wraps his slicked-up hand around Jimin’s cock, bobbing heavily between them, and jerks him off in time with his movements.

“That feel good, baby?” Taehyung pants, and Jimin whimpers brokenly, some combination of yes and mmh and so good.

Jimin grabs Taehyung’s shoulders for leverage; his thighs are shaking and his arms ache from keeping such a firm grip on Taehyung’s body and he can feel the sweat gathering across his forehead and upper lip. Not to mention he’s having trouble focusing on keeping up the rhythm with Taehyung twisting his hot palm around the head of his cock so determinedly…

“Taehyung, Taehyung, stop…”

“What? What’s wrong? Does it hurt?” Taehyung pauses immediately, eyes wide and worried.

“No, no, I’m fine,” Jimin assures, trying to catch his breath, “you’re just going to have to lay me down and do the rest of the work because I’m not going to last here.”

“Isn’t that the idea.” Taehyung wiggles his eyes and Jimin smacks his arm.

“I meant my legs aren’t going to last, you moron.”

“Lazy, lazy.” Taehyung chastises, but he’s smiling and Jimin’s tired so he couldn’t be bothered to throw some snark back at him. “Alright, lie down.”

Taehyung helps Jimin up off his dick and onto his back, climbing over him on all fours. Jimin’s barely hit the mattress when he wraps his legs around Taehyung’s waist, hooking his ankles and pressing his heels into Taehyung’s lower back to pull him closer.

“You sure seem to have a lot of energy for someone whose legs were about to give out.” Taehyung comments dryly.

“Shut up and fuck me,” Jimin says, digging his heels into Taehyung’s back again.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Taehyung gasps, laughing, “let me get back in you first.”

Jimin huffs but loosens his hold, allowing Taehyung to pull back enough to guide his dick to Jimin’s puckered hole. Taehyung curses when his first attempt fails, enthusiasm marring his precision, but on his second try he successfully sinks into the tight heat of Jimin’s ass. Taehyung takes his time, enjoying the near-constricting squeeze of Jimin’s rim around his length as he slowly pushes forward.

“Tae, I’m all stretched out now, it’s fine, come on.” Jimin urges, lifting his hips to try and get Taehyung deeper inside him.

“If we’re making love why are you snapping at me so much.” Taehyung asks, panting and quirking an eyebrow.

“Because I have my own way of showing how much I love you.” Jimin smiles, and it’s soft enough, genuine enough that it causes Taehyung’s heart to swell in his chest.

“Okay,” Taehyung whispers with a chuckle. He kisses Jimin once, twice, then bottoms out with a groan. He braces himself better, forearms either side of Jimin’s head and snaps his hips forward, forward, forward.

Jimin’s body slides up the bed with the vigour of Taehyung’s movements and he can’t help the cry that escapes him, the feeling of Taehyung inside of him and his warmth radiating above him and his breaths panted in puffs of air against his face equating to pure bliss.

“Please, Tae, please… keep goi-ah!” Jimin mumbles, words slurring and jolting as he struggles to focus on anything other than the throbbing of his cock and Taehyung’s dick pressing so close to his sweet spot.

Taehyung pauses briefly to sit up, sliding his knees out further and grabbing around the soft tissue behind Jimin’s knees to bend his legs up to his chest. As soon as Jimin unhooks his ankles, Taehyung thrusts into him, hard, and Jimin keens, body jerking as Taehyung hits his prostate dead on.

“There, Taehyu– ah, ah, Taehyung, don’t stop, please…”

“Not going to stop,” Taehyung breaths, watching Jimin’s face scrunch up in pleasure beneath him, “never going to stop making you feel good, Jimin, never.”

“Harder, come on, harder,” Jimin whines, and Taehyung growls, snapping his hips with all the force he can manage, the adrenaline coursing through his bloodstream masking the fatigue building in his muscles.

“You look so good, so good, baby. I love you so much, fuck,” Taehyung grunts, teeth bared as Jimin’s ass clenches around his dick. With a broken groan, Taehyung falls forward again, hips not stopping in their quick, shallow thrusts.

“You feel so good, Jimin, love your ass, I’m so close…”

Jimin chokes on a sob, nails digging into the golden skin of Taehyung’s back as Taehyung leans closer and pushes his knees further back.

Taehyung grunts with each thrust, low and breathless and sexy; the sounds Taehyung makes when he’s sweaty and chasing pleasure like this are some of Jimin’s favourite. When Jimin opens his eyes to look up at the beautiful boy above him, expression raw with emotion, Jimin feels the air sucked out of his lungs like a punch to the chest and his heart thuds hard against his ribcage. If Jimin could paint this picture in acrylic colours, dye long lasting against the canvas of his mind, he would. Or maybe in watercolours, delicate shades that can move and change like Taehyung’s eyebrows drawing together, or his lips parting as his glistening tongue passes over them. Or better yet, a roll of film to record all he can see in motion; the sweat dripping down the side of Taehyung’s face, the tension in his stomach muscles, the sound of skin against skin. But even then, Jimin knows it wouldn’t be enough. He wouldn’t be able to feel the calloused skin of Taehyung’s hands, or smell the citrusy scent of his shampoo or lick chocolate sauce from the corner of Taehyung’s lips. No, Taehyung as he is in this moment, as he is in every moment that Jimin is and isn’t with him is the best Taehyung there is. No painting or photograph or film can capture the Taehyung who means more to Jimin than anything else.

A groan rumbles from Taehyung’s throat and brings Jimin back to the moment, and a precise thrust to his prostate brings the welling pressure building up inside of him to the forefront of his mind.

“I’m gonna come, Tae, oh god,” Jimin chokes out, gripping onto Taehyung like he’s his lifeline.

“Come on, baby, come for me,” Taehyung urges, reaching down to grab Jimin’s leaking cock between them and jerking him off with frantic strokes.

Jimin doesn’t give more warning than a choked sob, head thrown back onto the pillow and body arching up into Taehyung as his orgasm hits. Supernovas explode behind his eyes and he cries out as streaks of cum hit Taehyung’s stomach and dribble down his knuckles; long, tanned fingers stained with dripping white and his cock kicking in Taehyung’s tight grip.

Taehyung grits his teeth and snarls as Jimin’s hole clenches repeatedly around his dick, the pressure causing his hips to stutter. A handful of sharp, deep thrusts is all it takes for Taehyung to bury his load in Jimin’s ass with low, gasped moans.

Jimin clutches weakly at Taehyung as they both ride out their orgasms, cocks softening and breaths gradually evening out.

Muscles feeling like jelly, Taehyung uses what little strength he has left to lift himself enough to pull out of Jimin’s ass and lower his legs back down. He wearily grabs tissues from the bedside table and wipes up the cum that’s spread across his fingers and Jimin’s chest, throws it onto the floor, then flops down with a groan. Taehyung buries his face in Jimin’s neck, hitching one leg over Jimin’s waist and hugging him close.

“Magic, Jimin. You are actually magic.” Taehyung mumbles, pressing soft kisses to Jimin’s skin.

“You make me feel magic.” Jimin murmurs in response, tangling their legs and holding Taehyung to him.

“Yeah?” The way Taehyung says it makes Jimin turn his head to look at him, and he finds Taehyung beaming with pride; mission accomplished.

“Mmm, never forget that.” Jimin teases, pressing his lips to Taehyung’s, short and sweet.

“I love you, Park Jimin. So much.” Taehyung says, eyes full of emotion no words could fully express, heart full of pure love and warmth.

For a moment, Jimin just looks at him, enjoys the gentle sweep of Taehyung’s thumb over his cheek, the comfortable ba-dum of his heartbeat where it’s pressed against the side of Jimin’s chest. Then he smiles, and with his own heart overflowing, he promises,

“I love you too, Kim Taehyung.”