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There's something dirty about having your fingers inside someone's mouth.
Maybe the word Taehyung was really looking for—the one that the rest of the world would expect him to think—was gross. But he couldn’t make himself think that. Not as Jimin's puffy lips closed around his fingers. Not as Jimin's eyes met his, with the right corner of his mouth tilted up—Taehyung felt it on his skin. Not as Jimin's tongue curled around his index the right way—was there a wrong way? Taehyung's not sure—and the sensation of wet hit Taehyung's stomach and set his crotch on fire.
Jimin's eyes sparkled as if he knew exactly what's happening inside Taehyung's body and he couldn't be happier about it. The little shit. Not even Taehyung himself knew what the fuck was happening with him.
Stupid party, stupid friends, stupid game, stupid dare, stup—Jimin sucked.
Not… not in a bad way. Taehyung actually liked his friend very much. No, Jimin sucked Taehyung's fingers. With his mouth.
Everything stopped. Or maybe it was just Taehyung who stopped breathing; body still, shoulders tensed, mouth narrowed, cock hard. Everything stopped except Jimin, who kept sucking Taehyung's fingers—cheeks hollowed, eyes open, lips red—as if he was tasting a goddamn ice-cream. Which was a stupid comparison, a tiny voice at the back of Taehyung's head provided, because Jimin didn’t like sucking his ice-creams, he bit them.
But it seemed that Jimin liked sucking Taehyung's fingers, the same tiny voice noticed. That voice that liked to catalog Jimin's every move and file them somewhere in Taehyung's mind to bring it out later when it was needed.
Like right now, because Taehyung's comparison was dumb. Because Jimin wasn’t sucking Taehyung's fingers like someone would suck ice-cream, he was sucking Taehyung's finger like he would suck di—
"God, please stop. You're going to give him permanent damage."
Jimin giggled and pulled away and the world came crashing on Taehyung again. Shit, right, the party.
Yoongi was the one who stopped the… thing that was happening. His cheeks were pink and his eyes were fixed somewhere on the floor. Taehyung understood him.
The rest of his friends were looking at them in varying degrees of embarrassment and lust. Taehyung understood them so fucking much.
Namjoon, bless his soul, was the first to break the tension. He cleared his throat and said something about who's next on the game and everyone else said something else and Taehyung didn’t even pretend he was still listening to them.
Not when Jimin's saliva was drying on his fingers. Not when Taehyung was suddenly aware of all the ways in which their bodies touched. Not when Jimin was still holding his wrist, thumb caressing small circles on the back of his hand.
Not when Jimin's cocky smile held secret promises of more.