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“We’ll be back tomorrow in the afternoon so you don’t have to stay up and wait for us.”
The boys will be heading for their own individual photoshoots tonight for a local magazine. And since the venue will be far from the dorm, and to avoid too much attention from fans, they’re going to travel at night. They’ll be staying in a hotel closer to the venue. The hotel thing had been a group vote with Yoongi on the lead. They would be able to rest well if they spent the night in an actual bed which is, indeed, more comfortable than being cooped up in the van and sleep in the most odd of positions then wake up with a stiff neck, or worse, an aching arm or leg.
Jimin and Taehyung finished their photoshoots earlier that week since their own commercials and dramas are done. And so the two boys will be the only ones left in the dorm. Kind of unfair, quoting Suga himself.
Jimin offered a friendly fist bump to Hobi. “Alright then, hyung. Good luck and have a safe trip!”
Hoseok eyed him, looking at him as if his overly-cheerful mood made him suspicious.
Jimin held his breath.
But Hoseok-hyung only shrugged. Fists bumped. “You take care, Chim.”
“Hope! Come on!” Yoongi called out from the car.
With one last pat on Jimin’s arm, Hoseok jogged towards the waiting van. When the vehicle was nothing more but a tiny dot in the distance, Jimin silently closed the door behind him. Exhaling, he closed his eyes and sagged back.
That was close, he thought. Hobi had noticed his tone flushed with excitement. Am I too obvious? Did my face betray me—
No, let’s not think of that now. He rubbed his palm over his face and stayed there, cupping his heated cheeks. It’s just the two of us now. I-I better prepare.
***
“YOU’RE AWAKE!”
Taehyung glanced over at him. The man smirked and turned back to the television. “No, no, as you can see I’m a 3D hologram. He’s still abed but I got bored so here I am.” He pointed towards the direction of the stairs with his thumb. “Go check on V if you’re that worried about him.”
“Shut up.”
Taehyung chuckled and went silent as his focus went back to the TV.
Jimin stayed rooted on the archway, flushed as a beetroot.
Why didn’t Taehyung said his goodbyes to the boys when in fact, he must be sitting here for a long while now?
Jimin’s eyes instinctively roamed over Taehyung’s form.
Taehyung still had his bed hair on with smooth tufts sticking out in different directions; his eyes still puffy from sleep. He’s wearing loose sweatpants and an oversized white shirt which didn’t do any help in hiding the well-built frame hidden underneath…much less the strong forearms bunched up across his chest.
Combine all those with the throaty rumble of his voice…
Fuck.
Jimin averted his eyes. The man’s a night owl on their days off, and it was both frustrating and exciting how they ended up finishing their appointments first before the rest of the group.
Not that it’s fate or anything like that.
But now…to spend the rest of the night with only the two of them in the house…
Somehow, Taehyung always caught him unaware. The man is completely unpredictable. No matter how Jimin prepared himself for the unconscious onslaught of Tae’s unexpected teasing and quips that Jimin often read as flirting, Jimin would be still caught in the open, his heart vulnerable.
Years had passed and he had always been aware of the fact that Taehyung had grown into a sensual man—a dangerous one.
Taehyung had been playful during their training days, enthusiasm rolling from him whenever, whatever the circumstance; and always getting caught by the manager pulling pranks on everyone. But now…
To accept that Jimin is attracted to this man is crazy in itself. But all of his warning bells had long been breached and destroyed.
That one morning had changed his life. And both of them were present then.
“Oi, are you just gonna stand there and watch the floor or what?”
Jimin jumped an inch and his head whipped up, mortified of having been caught thinking of impure thoughts. But Taehyung’s gaze was focused on the TV, yet he somehow knew that Jimin is still there.
Jimin flushed even harder. It’s not the time to think about those kinds of things.
Quit being such a fucking pussy and forget about what happened.
“I was just—” Jimin paused. Ah, what the hell! It’s not like he would care anyway. “I was just…thinking of something.”
Taehyung slowly moved his eyes away from the television, and fixed Jimin with a dark stare, his face unyielding any emotion.
To Jimin’s relief, Taehyung turned back to the TV.
Relief? Wrong.
“Get your ass over here or so help me I’m going to come over there and pick you up bridal-style.”
Need he say more?
Jimin bee-lined for the couch and sat, a healthy distance left between them. He looked at the screen, but barely comprehending what was on it. His thoughts were fully occupied by the man beside him.
Damn it, Jimin shouldn’t feel this small beside the man, but he would be lying. Without the others in the house, Taehyung’s presence had only grown bigger. There was an undeniable pull between them and Jimin just wanted to bask in his warmth, envelop himself with it, and lap up every inch of the man sitting close to him.
A man unaware of the fire that he purposely left him, left Jimin wanting more.
Jimin inwardly groaned.
He barely tolerated Taehyung sleeping in Jungkook’s bed. God knows what went in Taehyung’s mind for doing so, but since the maknae didn’t complain nor give them any hints that Taehyung had been messing with Jungkook as other than a brother, it eased Jimin’s paranoid mind.
Fuck. Taehyung really did a number on him. Yet he isn’t complaining either.
Thirty minutes or an hour must have passed staring blankly at the TV and Jimin had lost track.
He remained tense while Taehyung, out of the corner of his eye, sat comfortably, his hands doing a rhythmic tap against the space between them with his legs crossed over each other.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Fuck it. He could no longer hold still. Deciding to pay the bath a visit before bed and finally taking this pathetic feeling to the grave and…shit, his right hand, Jimin steadily stretched his arms over his head and exhaled. “See you in the morning, Tae. Good night.”
Without waiting for a reply, Jimin stood up barely stopping himself from glancing at the man, and hurriedly ducked out of the living room.
***
He got the dorm all for himself.
Jimin had recovered from a mild fever only recently. Since they’re on a small break, the boys decided to let Jimin have the day off to fully recover, while they’re off to the studio to practice. Manager Sejin gave him microwavable foods so Jimin didn’t have to busy himself in preparing and cooking.
This is the perfect time to take a long, hot shower. Afterwards, he would wear comfortable clothes and bury himself in warm sheets. Perhaps even let the day pass lounging about, tossing and turning in bed. Jimin smiled at his plan, and head straight to the bathroom.
Reaching the floor downstairs, he heard the familiar sound of the shower. He stopped in his tracks. Did the hyungs left the shower on, again?
Impossible. Unless the guys have been extra quiet and had entered the house without him knowing it.
He rounded the corner.
A scream got stuck in his throat.
There, under the shower head, with his back to him, stood an unmoving Taehyung.
In all his naked glory.
Even with the partly-fogged glass door between them, Jimin had seen everything.
Water cascaded down Taehyung’s back, outlining every lean muscle as if worshipping every dip and crease in this unholy creation.
And the way he caged an unseen force on the wall with his arms straining control…
Fuck me.
Jimin cursed softly as he stood transfixed, his cock tightening against his boxers.
What the fuck?
Jimin was about to turn back and forget what he’d seen when—
Too late.
Taehyung’s head had turned to the side and his eyes instantly trapped Jimin’s gaze without flinching. He looked down at Jimin’s tented boxers and back up at his face.
Taehyung sneered.
Taking his time, Taehyung had slowly faced his one-man audience. He leaned against the wall, his eyes never leaving Jimin’s. As their staring contest went on, the more heat in Taehyung’s eyes grew.
Then Jimin sucked in a breath when Taehyung’s two big hands caressed his own neck, his nipples, his abs, moving downwards…
Jimin knew then that he was being teased.
But dear God, his own cock throbbed and strained against its prison, too eager for release.
Jimin wants to touch him too.
Taehyung slowly played with his pubis, his fingers brushing and curling against the dark patch of hair. Jimin made a low moan in his throat. Taehyung must have heard him because his eyes widened a fraction before giving Jimin a knowing smile.
He leaned his head back further while he kept eye contact. Holding his cock in hand, Taehyung began to move his hand, up and down, but he didn’t completely grip his length. His hand barely covered his thickness, leaving a breath of distance from his palm and his cock, as if he's teasing himself, and is evidently enjoying it.
Jimin moaned softly at the memory that he can feel the veins in his neck strain as he tried his all not to growl loud in pleasure. God forbid Taehyung would hear him.
The drip-drop of the closed showerhead tickled his scalp, heightening his arousal. He continued to stroke his hard length and his body bowed, his tongue lolling out longing to taste the warm mouth of the man he hungered for, but can never have. Not only his mouth…oh, god. His mouth…and that big, thick…
“Ahhh…”
The first tingles of a strong looming orgasm began at the base of his spine.
Jimin started to pump faster, pre-cum dribbling down, further coating his already-sleeked cock.
Images of Taehyung coming that day burned brightly behind his lids. The way he brushed his hair back on his forehead and shamelessly eyed Jimin’s erection, his jaw clenched, his hand roughly pumping up and down, his cock desperately thrusting…
“Fuck…fuck…fuck…”
Taehyung had both been a demon and an angel when he came, spurting his cum all over the bathroom floor. And when the tremors subsided, he had lifted his right hand covered with his cum…
And licked it with eyes wide open, staring right at Jimin, challenging him.
Inviting him.
The bathroom door opened with a hiss.
Jimin froze, his hand immobile on his hard length. He instantly dropped his hold. Fuck, what is he doing here?
He refused to look. No, he can’t face him. Not right now. Goddamn, he was close to his orgasm and…wait, could it be? No. Taehyung must have gone for the toilet. Not follow Jimin inside. Hell, this is a big-ass place so why don’t install individual bathrooms in the first place?
They could have avoided running on one another that day. They could have avoided the awkwardness afterwards when Jimin ran away from him as if his ass was on fire, and refused to leave his room until Taehyung left for his scheduled drama shoot. The man had knocked on Jimin’s door, but he had only given him silence.
It’s utterly impossible that Taehyung would initiate something as revolting as him…and Jimin…
The bathroom door closed not a beat later and the lock softly clicked. It sounded like a final declaration of his fate and he was on the receiving end. Jimin heard the rustle of clothes against skin, then silence.
Footsteps padded across the tiled floor that rang in Jimin’s ears.
“Don’t stop on my account.”
Jimin quivered. This had got to be a dream.
Those words were his only warning before Jimin jumped at the contact of a bare chest against his back. A shudder of pleasure ran through him.
He heard Taehyung chuckle.
“Why don’t you continue?” Taehyung’s big hands suddenly gripped Jimin’s hips backwards.
He was left boneless not to lean back on the man. A hard length poked him just below his spine. He whimpered at its strength, and Taehyung released a low groan. Against his ear, Taehyung murmured, “Do you want me to help?”
Jimin breathed heavily, his hands curled on his sides. “Taehyung, what—”
Tae whispered harshly, “Do you think I don’t know? After what happened back then, I can’t stop thinking about what you would look like beneath me,” Taehyung’s right hand snaked towards the direction of Jimin’s cock, his left one bit on his hip. “Above me,” Jimin gasped as Taehyung gently gripped his soaked cock. “And on your knees.” Tae licked the shell of Jimin’s ear, biting on soft flesh.
Jimin felt completely consumed that his head lay limply back on Taehyung’s shoulders.
“Hmm,” Tae breathed against his exposed neck, nipping, sucking. “What do you want, Jimin?”
“I…”
Both of Tae’s hands changed course and ran against Jimin’s shaking thighs. Up and down and back again. “Yes?”
Jimin panted. Is this some kind of cosmic joke? Because this would be the most painful Jimin would experience if Taehyung is only playing with him. He doesn’t want anything more than to take the final step that he’d avoided before—to take the point of no return. He wanted to be intimate with this man even if it would be the last thing he would do.
No more running.
Taehyung wouldn’t let anyone have power over him, but shit, Jimin wanted to see this man lose control. Because of him and him alone.
Jimin took the leap. He turned his head and met the man’s gaze, their lips a breath apart. “I want to suck your cock.”
Taehyung stiffened…then laughed quietly. “I didn’t know you have a dirty mouth, Park Jimin.”
Bracing himself, Jimin was stunned stupid as Taehyung turned him around to face him. His eyes instinctively closed tight when he felt a hand under his chin and was tipped up.
“Look at me,” Taehyung said softly.
He shook his head. He can’t bear to see him with an amused expression. His dick may be hard but if the man only sees this as a joke…it would break his fucking heart.
He heard Taehyung growl. “Look at me.”
Cursing softly, Jimin slowly opened his eyes and his heart stopped.
If Tae’s gaze back in that day burned him in and out, this time it branded him to the very core. Christ, the way he looked at him now with such hunger and longing that he never thought possible to be reciprocated. He really must be dreaming.
“Oh, no you’re not dreaming.”
Shit, he said that out loud. Jimin shook his head. “This is too good to be true.”
Taehyung flashed him a smug grin, eyes honing on his lips. “Shall I prove it to you?”
In a flash, Taehyung’s lips slant his head and captures Jimin’s lips, swallowing his surprise.
Holy.
Fuck.
God.
Damn.
Static ignited between them and heat blazed high as their lips move against each other in a lover’s urgency, their tongues mating. Their rigid cocks rubbed against each other and they moaned.
Taehyung released him for a beat, his hold on Jimin’s neck tightening. “So soft,” Tae whispered reverently, as if he can’t believe it himself, and then attacked Jimin’s lips once more, devouring him.
Jimin was suddenly pushed back against the wall. Finally. His hands immediately clutched on Taehyung’s shoulders, his back—everywhere that his hands can reach. He moaned against Taehyung’s mouth. Mother of mercy, he felt so good.
He is so fucking smooth everywhere. He wanted to discover each secret of this godly body.
He wants Taehyung to devour him whole.
It only took him a moment before Jimin sagged against the man, their tongues dueling, curling and lapping in a rhythmic beat.
Fuck yeah.
This is better than just ‘imagining’ the two of them. This connection that he’d felt ever since that faithful day is everything that he never expected, and more. Taehyung is a thousand times better than what he’d imagined he would be.
Needing more contact, Jimin’s hands left Taehyung’s waist and moved to grip his cock sandwiched between them. They both groaned.
Taehyung pulled back. “On your knees,” he murmured.
All breath left him. Holy shit. This is really happening.
Jimin ignored the cold tiles and he knelt in front of Taehyung like a saint: his thighs unbent and his back rod-straight, his worship and devotion to the man in front of him absolute and undivided.
His eyes widened at the sight before him.
Christ, Taehyung’s cock strained towards him—for his mouth. Christ, it’s huge as fuck. All of Kim Taehyung screams of virile and male, but his cock…it could break a thousand hearts.
A pearl of cum had already gathered at Tae’s slit. Jimin is in fucking paradise.
“Having doubts?”
His head whipped up and he glared at Taehyung. The man’s face was contorted with a fierce emotion, a complete contrast from his voice. His heated gaze completely concentrated on Jimin.
This man kept driving him insane. There is no turning back from this. And Jimin knew he would enjoy torturing him. Jimin wanted him to unravel, wanted Taehyung to want him as much as he does.
Jimin quickly took hold of Taehyung’s glorious thick length and slipped it inside his hungry mouth, devouring him. Jimin groaned at his taste, Taehyung’s cock barely fitting inside his mouth.
Taehyung hissed harshly. “Fuck yeah.” Two rough hands held onto his hair like a fucking leash. “Fuckfuckfuck…Jimin…goddamn…”
Jimin gurgled, choked, gagged, and revered Taehyung’s cock and his balls; then back again.
Jimin marveled at how starved he is for Kim Taehyung. He is new with this type of relationship but Taehyung made him feel like he had been doing this his whole life—worshipping and loving someone this intense like it’s next to breathing. He doesn’t feel the least bit embarrassed for giving in so quickly. Taehyung made him feel the opposite.
Jimin felt fucking powerful, godly even. He held the control over the other man’s pleasure, and with how Tae’s eyes opened and shut like his mind is about to get blown away…the sensation is intoxicating. He wanted to get used to this. He wanted Taehyung to open himself up to him and only him. He wanted Taehyung to bare his very soul to him.
Both of his hands left the attempt to hold on Tae’s length, and instead latched onto thick thighs as his mouth got fucked by this beautiful, wondrous man.
“Jesus Christ, I knew you would be this good,” Taehyung rasped.
Good? Jimin snarled against his length and instantly withdrew, earning a roar from Taehyung. He leaned towards his taut balls and bit the both of them.
Taehyung’s head thrashed back and his groan echoed inside the bath. He looked down at Jimin with heat in his eyes, his lips parted. “You…fucking tease.”
Jimin grinned up at him and returned his attentions back to his cock.
“Fuck, Jimin. I’m gonna come…”
Satisfaction filled Jimin to the brim. Finallyfinallyfinally. A taste of the forbidden fruit. Mewling, Jimin blowed him with renewed enthusiasm, his head and cheeks bobbing and hollowing, his tongue swirling against his slit at lightning speed.
Yes, yes, YES!
“JIMIN!” With a bellow, Taehyung came inside his mouth, filling him with ambrosia as the man trembled in euphoria.
Jimin sank his nails against Taehyung’s ass, keeping him in place, refusing to let him go even as Taehyung pulled at Jimin’s scalp for dear life, seeming to be completely torn whether to stop Jimin or encourage him to continue consuming his still-hard cock.
Either way, Jimin licked and sucked Taehyung’s sensitive cock like a thirsty animal, never wanting to let go.
That’s what this man turned Jimin into. It’s like he became the man’s own wanton love slave.
Taehyung had not yet finished quivering when Jimin felt him shiver against his hands. Another orgasm is on its way. FUCK YEAH.
“JIMIN! FUCKKK!”
Jimin’s tongue urged Taehyung’s cock to give him what he wants.
“SHIT. SHIT. SHITTT…” Taehyung ground out as he came, aggressively hammering himself inside of Jimin’s mouth.
Jimin made sure that not a single drop escaped his mouth, his lips milking everything that Taehyung gave him. As the man slowed to a leisurely pace, Jimin lapped the tender head of Taehyung’s cock and kissed it as he gently cupped the balls. Jimin’s head is massaged by Tae’s hands, in rhythm with the man’s lazy thrusts inside his mouth.
“Hmm,” Taehyung purred. “You came too.”
Jimin’s eyes flashed open. Giving Tae’s cock one last lick from base to tip, Jimin looked down at himself and laughed. “Looks like it.”
His rigid erection is not the only one that’s a mess; his own cum had erupted on his belly and had trickled down to his inner thighs. Even coming after witnessing Taehyung’s glorious orgasm, it didn’t affect Jimin’s cock one bit—in fact he was far more turned-on now that he had tasted the man of his desire.
Then, it hit him like freight train—he came with Taehyung. It’s like all of his prayers had swiftly been answered. Suddenly, Jimin was pulled up on shaky feet, and was engulfed in big, steady arms; a warm chest becoming his anchor.
But Taehyung’s warmth didn’t help Jimin’s fragile state. If this is only a dream, he’s not waking up ever. He wanted to live within these arms, wrapped up forever in the only thing that felt like home.
“You are fucking wonderful,” Taehyung murmured against Jimin’s neck, stressing out every word.
Taehyung leaned back and just gazed down at Jimin in a way that made him feel utterly bare for all to see. The man then cupped his face, his thumbs stroking his burning cheeks. The way Taehyung held his face with such tenderness…Jimin felt heat gather in his eyes. Jimin, you fucking pussy.
Taehyung’s eyes softened. “Shh. Why the tears, baby?”
Kim Taehyung called him ‘baby’? He had died and gone to heaven.
Jimin shook his head with a grin, and sniffed. “I still can’t believe we did that.” He reluctantly touched Taehyung’s plump bottom lip with his own thumb, and met his eye. “You’re amazing yourself.”
Taehyung flashed him a relieved smile and his heart melted at the spot.
Taehyung looked so young and self-conscious at the moment, as if he himself was worried about what Jimin had thought of him just a few moments ago. Hell, like Jimin’s opinion mattered so much to him that the basic fact he had told him of how amazing he was too had been the greatest thing he could ever offer the man. His love for him just grew to a height he will never come back down from.
Taehyung doesn’t have to doubt himself ever again. He’ll make sure of that. Jimin touched Taehyung’s cheek.
Tae lightly bit down on his thumb, and the sensation went straight down to his cock. With a smirk, Taehyung gathered Jimin out of the bath. On their way out, Taehyung reached for two towels and put the first one on his shoulder, while he unfolded the other and began to dry Jimin in the hallway.
Taehyung crouched down and his touch turned even more tender when he reached Jimin’s roughened knees. Jimin instinctively flinched. Taehyung caught it and his eyes hardened, like the thought of him hurting was unforgivable. But then his eyes instantly heated. “I think it’s now my turn to make you come.”
Jimin’s cock jerked in agreement.
Taehyung chuckled and softly kissed Jimin’s flushed tip, but he didn’t linger.
Jimin’s eyes almost rolled back on his head at the visual of Taehyung…and him…Christ, he’s not gonna last a minute.
Taehyung stood and tugged his hand. “Let’s head to the living room.”
When they rounded the corner, Jimin stopped short as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, the lights only coming from the television and the ones from the hallway. “You left the TV on?”
Taehyung shrugged. “I could just go back if you rejected me, though it would hurt like hell.”
Seriously?
But then Taehyung gathered Jimin in his arms again and dropped the two towels on the carpeted floor. Jimin forgot about the rejection issue. Taehyung leaned down and nuzzled the side of his neck. “I have you all for myself tonight. I’m gonna enjoy you thoroughly.”
Taehyung ushered him towards the couch, their backs to the television.
The man stood behind him, hands running from Jimin’s slight waist and downwards to grip his plump ass. “Such smooth skin.” A nip on his ass made Jimin jerk, then he felt Taehyung’s chest press against his back, and a warm breath caressed him. “Bend over.”
Goosebumps raised on Jimin’s skin. This is really happening tonight. Thank fuck the man couldn’t hear his thundering heart.
Jimin eagerly lied forward, his abdomen pushing against the head rest of the couch. He heard Taehyung curse behind him. Jimin smothered a giggle.
“Spread your legs for me, baby. Let me see you.”
Cheeks flushing from arousal, Jimin spread his legs slowly.
Shit, if he’d thought that sucking Taehyung’s cock and coming all over himself in the bath was vulnerable enough, he’s one dumb fuck. Exposing an intimate part he had not bared to anyone before in a sexual manner is almost as if giving Taehyung the key to his very essence.
Jimin can only wait as silence ensued after exposing his very private part to the man he’s in-love with. He shook creeping negative thoughts away from his head. Jimin trusted Taehyung and this act…this act is a testimony.
Jimin jerked when a hot gush of air caressed his virgin hole, and he trembled when teeth bit him softly on his right butt cheek.
“Fuck,” Taehyung groaned. “I changed my mind. I wanna see your face while I eat your asshole.”
Muscular arms picked him up and turned him around so that his chest is up and against Taehyung’s. He was gently laid down with his back against the seat.
Jimin moaned and arched his back at the sight that greeted him. They haven’t even reached the climax of the evening and yet he felt as if he’s about to burst from ecstasy. This moment has only ever existed in his dreams, in his prayers—Jimin’s legs are spread wide, his hands clasped together at the center of his chest, and Taehyung above him like this as the man’s gaze roamed possessively over Jimin’s nakedness. It made Jimin feel as if the pinnacle of his existence is made just for this…to be worshipped by this god with no holds barred.
A finger suddenly circled his nipple and Jimin whimpered at the sensation. “I want you,” Taehyung crooned.
“Yes…” Jimin murmured.
Slowly, Taehyung lowered his lips against Jimin’s, lapping and biting—taking his sweet time. Their tongues danced in a fervent mating, their chests pressed together, their breaths mingling as one.
Jimin needed more—more of his warmth, more of this fire, more of Kim Taehyung. With one last suck at the tip of Taehyung’s tongue that earned him a low growl from the man, Jimin slightly pulled back, Taehyung following him. But Jimin held Taehyung’s face. “More.”
Taehyung opened his eyes and flashed him with a warning as if telling him that he will be punished later for cutting their kiss short. Taehyung bit down hard at Jimin’s tender lower lip before he pulled back and proceeded downwards, sucking each of Jimin’s nipples, peppering kisses on his abdomen, and finally, he reached Jimin’s cock.
His breath hitched when Taehyung—Kim fucking Taehyung—knelt down in front of him, putting his face in line with Jimin’s most intimate parts. He then put his hands under Jimin’s thighs and slowly raised them up exposing his hole even further.
Motherfuck.
He strained to watch as Taehyung’s eyes further dilated and his tongue darted out as he licked his lips as if in anticipation.
Jimin couldn’t hold his moan back. He met Taehyung’s gaze through the space between his thighs, The small nibble under his left thigh was Jimin’s only warning before Taehyung dived down and latched his mouth on his asshole.
“Nnngg!” Lights exploded beneath Jimin’s lids as waves of euphoria crashed down his body with every swipe and plunge of Taehyung’s wet tongue, in and out of his hole. He didn’t know what to do with his hands and so he gripped Taehyung’s arms as the man gifted him with pleasure that Jimin never thought possible.
Then something cylindrical started to pry his tight hole apart.
“Taehyung.”
Taehyung’s eyes gleamed. “A virgin hole,” he hissed. “Shh. It’s okay, baby. Let me in.”
Jimin tried to relax but the uncomfortable invasion of Taehyung’s finger inside made him tense up. Fear suddenly surged through him like a storm. Shit, no. He refused to lose this feeling—this connection—with Taehyung, but this is all too new and uncomfortable.
“Taehyung, please...” He doesn’t even know what it is that he wanted, but Jimin continued to force himself to loosen as Taehyung’s big finger poked against his walls.
Then, Taehyung’s face wedged in between Jimin’s thighs, putting their faces close to each other.
“It’s okay, baby.” Taehyung murmured against his trembling lips. “Do you trust me?”
Jimin didn’t have to think that one through. He nodded instantly.
Taehyung smiled at him tenderly, as his right palm started to fondle Jimin’s length while a finger steadily stretched his hole. “That’s it. Let me in, Jimin. I want to feel you clench around me when you come,” Taehyung dropped his gaze at him, “when we both come while my cock’s throbbing inside you.”
The finger slid easily within his walls. Taehyung grinned. “You like that thought, don’t you?”
Jimin bit his lip and nodded.
Taehyung’s eyes flashed. “Say it.”
Moaning at the growing arousal in his loins, Jimin breathed, “I want to feel you inside me.”
Taehyung briefly pressed his lips on Jimin but before Jimin was able to deepen the kiss, Taehyung pulled back and crouched down again.
Without warning, two more digits entered his hole.
“FUCK—”
Taehyung hummed. “Shh. You’re close, baby. I’m just preparing you for me. I don’t want to hurt you. Anything but that.”
Jimin tried to correct Taehyung’s misunderstanding of him cursing, but he’s too far gone in pleasure that all he managed was a harsh gasp. His asshole is sleek from Taehyung’s mouth that he can feel some of it dribble down, tickling. Instead of pain and discomfort, Jimin can only feel the intensifying pleasure now that Taehyung had planted the image of the man’s own thick cock pumping cum inside him. This is far from what he’d dreamed of having with Kim Taehyung.
The man carried on, letting Jimin’s asshole get accustomed with the width of three digits. And when Jimin thought that he would go blind from bliss, Taehyung slowed to a stop, gently removing his fingers out. And with a final glide of his glistening tongue across Jimin’s hole, he stood up.
Jimin growled in protest. “Where are you going?”
Eyes widening, Taehyung threw his head back and laughed. “My, temper temper. We’re now heading for the main event.”
Jimin propped up on his elbows as he hungrily watch Taehyung clasp his own rigid cock in one stroke and a bead of cum gathered at the tip.
Taehyung met his gaze and slightly bent down and rubbed his cock against Jimin’s hole. They both hissed in bliss, precum further wetting him.
Taehyung licked his lips. “You’re about to be claimed, Park Jimin.”
Oh, god. YES.
“Have you ever been fucked before?” Taehyung asked.
Resigned for the paradise that was about to be served that is Taehyung, Jimin shook his head. The man remained silent as he rubbed his length up and down Jimin’s hole. He slipped the head of his dick inside and out again, trying his girth.
God almighty, Jimin thought. This is going to be delicious.
Taehyung leaned down and nuzzled Jimin’s neck.
But Jimin isn’t that easily swayed. His thoughts went back to Taehyung’s question earlier. “Why did you ask me?” he murmured. “Have you done this before?”
The other man’s reaction was far from what Jimin had expected. Taehyung stilled his movements, then muttered under his breath.
Oh…
Jimin narrowed his gaze at him, his hands curling into fists. “What.”
“I told myself I wouldn’t lie. Not with you.” Taehyung’s brows furrowed. “Yeah, I had done it.”
Jealousy wracked through his body and the strong urge to punch whoever was his first burned across his chest.
After a beat, Jimin asked, “Was it your first time?”
Taehyung glanced away. He nodded.
At least he’s being honest, huh.
“Who?” Jimin gritted out, his cock slowly deflating.
Taehyung, who had been evading Jimin’s gaze, saw his softening cock and gripped it fast, hard. “Jimin—”
Without so much as a wince, Jimin looked up at Taehyung, “WITH. WHO.”
Taehyung shook his head in annoyance and avoided his gaze.
Then—
“Jungkook.”
Jimin’s entire world turned upside down. Jungkook? “You mean—”
Fuck. Like their maknae would even bother to say anything to them. He clearly enjoyed it since he looked to be okay. He stared at Taehyung. He knew he was gaping at him but he didn’t give a fuck. “Since when?” he asked hoarsely.
Taehyung glared at a spot beside him. “Just this year.”
Christ Almighty. He’s really gonna make him say it. “Since when?”
Taehyung groaned. “I don’t need this jealous bullshit from you, Jimin. If you can’t take me as I am then don’t waste my goddamn time. I want you, you want me. Take it or leave it.”
Jimin broke. “Why don’t you just answer the fucking question!”
Taehyung let his cock go, exasperated. “Ever since you saw me in the bath, alright?”
He went still.
“Yeah,” Taehyung nodded. “Hurts, doesn’t it? I can’t keep you out of my head and when you ran out on me that day, I was fucking disgusted with myself. You deflated my erection faster than a commercial.” He raked a hand through his hair. “But that didn’t stop me, Jimin. I jerked off at the thought of you in every position possible, as long as you take my cock inside you. On you. Anywhere. You’re all I fucking see and it’s insane. I tried to stop. But I can’t. I should have you. I can’t let this go. You had to know.”
Taehyung droned on, but Jimin can only process that Taehyung was too desperate for release that he’d used Jungkook immediately that night.
“Jimin.” Taehyung’s tone was a warning, barely piercing through his thoughts. “Do not go there.”
Too late. His pride won. This type of relationship between them wouldn’t work. Is this how Taehyung sees him? A passing fancy? A mere object to conquer? What if a time came when Jimin can’t entertain Taehyung’s amorous advances? Will he seek Jungkook then? The rest of the boys? Unbidden heat gathered in Jimin’s eyes. So much for expecting more. He refused to let Taehyung witness this weakness. He huffed in amusement of his heart being broken in a span of an evening.
Jimin sighed, defeated. “Forget it, Taehyung.” He tried to prop himself up in his hands—
He was shoved down on the couch, his neck suddenly held fast in a choke-hold. He gasped at the force and his heart hammered against his chest, frozen as he met Taehyung’s gaze, the man’s eyes swirled with anger…and determination.
Taehyung’s left hand tightened against his throat. He growled, “You’re not walking away from me again. We’ll finish this.”
It was then that Jimin felt the crown of Taehyung’s cock against his asshole. HOLY SHIT. As if a switched has been turned on again, his cock began to harden against his abdomen. Traitor. “Taehyung.”
An inch.
He whimpered. “Taehyung…”
Another.
Jimin screamed when Taehyung drove himself home, his thick, hard length filling him, stuffing him to the brim. The hand curled around his neck softened. He opened his eyes and saw Taehyung’s head thrown back, his eyes shut tight while biting his lip. His breath came out in harsh gasps.
It’s over now, Jimin thought, softening beneath Taehyung. They had really done it. He tried to turn his head the other way but the hand on his neck moved to grip him hard on the jaw and turned his head to face forward. Taehyung’s nose nuzzled against Jimin’s, his breath rugged. “Feel me, Jimin.” Thrust. “Let me in.” Thrust. “Let me love you.”
The sounds coming from the television drowned their mixed groans and pants, his resolve slowly softening under this man whose eyes are glowing with a purpose that seemed to tell him that this is bigger than what he initially thought. Here in the shadows, Taehyung is slowly claiming him, slowly consuming Jimin in both heart and soul. And he welcomed it.
Jimin silently groaned at the rhythmic thrusting inside him, his inner walls clutching the steel texture of Taehyung’s cock—hungry for more from this wicked, selfish man. Jimin cried out, his hole fluttering around the hard cock inside him when Taehyung stroked a spot inside. Taehyung angled Jimin’s body and repeated the process. His eyes rolled back on his head.
“Shit,” he heard Taehyung curse, his hands gripping Jimin’s knees. Lord, he can never hate this man. He loved him too much. There’s no way out. He’s completely, utterly snared. Hands massaged Jimin’s trembling thighs, “You feel that? How good we can be? Look at me, Jimin. See me.”
But the pleasure was just too great, too beautiful that he can only let his control take over, enough to hold the most intense orgasm he’s ever going to have in this lifetime...
And it was a mistake to ignore Taehyung’s command. One moment he was being fucked down on the couch, the next, he was suddenly up in the air.
He squeaked as he latched onto Taehyung’s broad shoulders in fright, his legs wrapping around his waist. They turned around and now it was Taehyung who plopped down on the couch. Without warning, Jimin was released from Taehyung’s hold and he dropped—immediately sheathing the man’s waiting cock inside him, eliciting a squelching sound.
“Nnn!”
But it didn’t end there. He felt Taehyung spread his legs beneath him and—
“FUCK!”
In this position, Taehyung was even deeper than before. He started to drill up in his hole, Taehyung’s hands roving over his body, every nerves tingling with excitement.
“Open your eyes, Jimin.”
Jimin looked down at Taehyung whose eyes are on the same level as his chest, his mouth agape. The man’s eyes are filled with a fire and anger that scared him shitless.
“Keep your eyes on me. You can deny me, but you can never get rid of me. You’re mine.”
Jimin shivered at Taehyung’s demand, and the thought of being owned by this man only heightened his arousal, amplifying the heat between them.
“Ride me, Jimin. Grip my hair. Use me.”
He moaned and he did just that, letting the man feel the words stuck in his throat. Taehyung groaned and Jimin felt Taehyung’s thighs tremble as he stopped himself from pumping up inside him.
Taehyung leaned his head back on the headrest, his eyes never leaving him. The visual image only propelled Jimin to ride him faster—remembering how Taehyung had looked in the bathroom that day, the intensity in his eyes had grown a thousand times hotter now that he is right here in front of him.
Taehyung’s hand clenched tighter at his waist, a ghost of a smile played across his lips. Jimin sighed in reverence.
“You love riding me bare?” Taehyung asked.
Jimin nodded, mindless with pleasure. He couldn’t form the words—it’s just too much. Too. Much.
Taehyung seized him again by his nape and pressed their foreheads together. “Say it.”
Jimin cried out. “I love fucking you bare!”
Taehyung’s hands moved to cup his ass. Fingertips teased the surrounding area of his asshole, its rhythmic movement
“Taehyung! Fuck—”
“Hell yeah.” Taehyung gripped him tighter, now fucking him. “You make me fucking crazy, Park Jimin. You turned me into a senseless, obsessed fuck who can’t stop slavering over you.”
Jimin held the man closer to him, his arms wrapping around Taehyung’s broad shoulders, his body wrapping him whole. He ground out, “You don’t fuck anyone else but me.”
Taehyung bit him on the shoulder. “Fuck, yes.”
“P-promise me…!” he whimpered.
“I promise. HOT DAMN. You’re so fucking tight.”
Jimin held Taehyung by the nape, bringing them eye to eye. “No one else fucks you but me.”
That got him almost thrown over the headrest as Taehyung started to piston in and out of his hole like a beast possessed. “Fuck yeah. Only you, Jimin. YES. Only you.” He latched on his neck, bit and sucked.
“Taehyung…fuck, I’m gonna—”
“I know, baby. You’re squeezing my cock so hard.” Taehyung lifted Jimin’s ass cheeks and thrusted in one plunge, his cock hitting his spot even stronger. Jimin cried out. Tae captured his lips, searching and nibbling. He then lifted his head but kept their mouths touching, gasping for one another. Taehyung took one last bite of Jimin’s lower lip. “That’s it, Jimin. Let go. I’m right here. I got you.”
“I’m never letting you go.”
The tingling grew in his loins, spreading, thirsting for release from a height he will never forget—would never exchange for anything.
“Taehyung—!”
“Let go, Jimin. Let go, baby. Ah, shit.”
He barely noticed Taehyung gritting his teeth from the pleasure. “I’m gonna follow you…shit, Jimin…you’re squeezing me so good…”
One final stroke inside him had him seizing Taehyung by the hair as the other man had Jimin’s ass in a death grip and growled his own release. Their cries mixed until not one of them knew where the other begins and ends.
***
Minutes have passed when Taehyung slowly moved from his prone position with Jimin.
Now that it was over, a hollow feeling’s all that’s left in Jimin. It was everything for him, does it mean the same for Taehyung?
He had only but lifted himself up when Taehyung had his arm in a firm grip, stopping him from rising any further. He squeaked a weak protest when Taehyung pulled him to sit between his legs, facing him, Taehyung's longer ones enclosing him in.
“Tae—”
His head was turned to the side as Taheyung assaulted his lips in a passionate lock of lips, teeth and tongue. A loud moan rang against his ear. He didn’t know who it came from. He didn’t care. The hand holding him by the throat loosened as Taehyung further invaded his mouth, leaving Jimin mindless in pleasure as he felt himself harden again. Taehyung's stiffening shaft against his buttcrack told him that he was not alone in this.
“Hmm,” Taehyung murmured against his lips, reluctantly letting him go. “Who told you to leave me here?” He lazily opened his eyes, holding him captured in his penetrating gaze. “I'll fuck you while we watch TV,” Taehyung latched on Jimin's neck, sucking the skin lightly. “I'll bend you over on the coffee table with your eyes only glued to the screen. And when you come, you're not allowed to close your eyes.”
Jimin had long lost the ability to form coherent thought, spellbound by the fantasies that Taehyung weaved around him. He no longer cared if the noises he made while Taehyung caressed and stroked his body rang across the living room. The man had him at the palm of his hand, and oh, how he fucking loved it.
As if the thought of fucking him mindless on top of the low table wasn’t enough, Taehyung took hold of Jimin’s straining cock in one hand and his thumb softly began rubbing against his slit.
Jimin hissed with pleasure.
“And then,” Taehyung continued, his eyes wild once more, “I’ll turn you over and suck your cum while you’re spread over like a feast made for me.” He gathered enough of Jimin’s hair and pulled until their faces are inches from one another, “only for me.”
Taehyung caught his lips once more in a punishing kiss.
This is going to be a long, hot ride.
And he had no plans to get off.