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Jimin is about to come.
Well, to be fair, he’s been on the edge for several minutes, but Taehyung is drawing it out and honestly? He wants to kill him. God, his dick is aching; how long can Taehyung keep this up?
“You feel so good, Jiminie-ah, so, fuck, good.” Taehyung’s long legs are tucked on either side of Jimin’s waist, ass spread and rotating on top of Jimin’s cock. Jimin has his hands on Taehyung’s hips, supporting him as Taehyung rides him freely. Jimin licks his dry lips, feeling his throat raw with the intensity of wanting Taehyung and all the energy he’s exerting. He can feel sweat clinging to his hairline and down the back of his neck. Their sheets are doomed, even more so when they come. Jimin shudders at the thought.
Taehyung’s hips rise up while he clenches around Jimin’s cock and Jimin hisses, the sharp air passing through his teeth. “‘M’gonna come soon, Tae. Fuck, I’m close.” As Jimin thrusts up, Taehyung sinks down fully on Jimin’s dick, neck arching beautifully. Jimin has half a mind to cover them in spattered bruises in all shapes and hues. Jimin’s hands slide off Taehyung’s slippery thighs and lay on either side of his head. Taehyung bends so that he’s hovering over Jimin, long strands of hair dripping sweat across Jimin’s face. Taehyung slides his hands into Jimin’s, Jimin closing around them like a lifeline he’s afraid to lose. (He is).
Jimin’s throat suddenly feels tight, as if the air in his lungs is being held hostage. It sounds ridiculous, but Jimin has never thought that Taehyung looks more beautiful than he does now, sweat coating his body and his dark skin glowing on top of him. Jesus, Jimin is so in love with him, wants to crawl inside Taehyung’s ribs to make a home for himself. And Jimin suddenly starts to smile when Taehyung’s dick slaps against his stomach.
Taehyung opens his eyes at the sound of Jimin’s tinkling laughter. “Does my dick amuse you, Jimin?”
Jimin licks his lips, smile threatening to engulf them both. “I just really love you,” Jimin says, voice just on the right side of teasing.
“Love me or my ass on your dick?”
“Bit of both if I’m being honest,” and Taehyung grins then, still fucking himself on top of Jimin, both of them shivering.
Taehyung smacks himself playfully. “Well, it’s a good thing you love this ass then, yeah?” Jimin’s belting out laughter now, a high, encompassing sound that Taehyung wants to tape inside his eardrums so he has it on an endless loop. God, is he disgustingly sick over Jimin.
Jimin’s face falls into a quieter look, a look that’s serene yet focused. Taehyung recalls the same look the first time he fucked Jimin. His insides are wound tight with emotion.
“I mean it, Taetae, I love you. I love every stupid, ridiculous, amazing part of you. You’re my best friend.” Taehyung doesn’t mean to look so fond while riding Jimin’s cock, but his heart is just as full as his ass, if he’s being honest.
He slows his hips down to a lazy drawl, right hand slipping from Jimin’s sweaty grip to cup his face. “And you’re my everything, Jimin-ah.” Jimin doesn’t cry, is hardly one to show his emotions so freely. Even Jeongguk, who’s good and golden at damn near everything, can’t compose himself too well when he’s overwhelmed. But he is not Jeongguk and Jeongguk is not swimming with love for Kim Taehyung - he’s not bobbing his head just above the surface trying not to drown from the sheer weight and enormity of everything in his heart. Or maybe he is, but he’s not here now, buried in Taehyung’s tight ass, fucking him, loving him, feeling the other half of himself each time he touches Taehyung.
Jimin doesn’t cry, but looking at Taehyung right now makes him want to sob.
Fucking feelings. Fucking Kim Taehyung.
“Park Jimin, don’t you dare clock out on me when I’m about to come. I swear I’ll never ride you again.” Taehyung’s face is wrenched in empty annoyance; Jimin fixes that by bucking his hips up.
Taehyung is back to little mewls and groans and Jimin remembers that he suddenly has a dick and that he’s about to come inside of Taehyung at any moment now.
“Kim Taehyung, I am about to fill you up with my come so I don’t want any backtalk from you.” Jimin’s eyebrows furrow together because he knows he’s close and his rhythm is faltering. Taehyung laughs, breathless, more than a huff of air than a full-blown sound.
“Fucking give it to me, hyung. Give it all up.” Jimin chuckles before he lifts his upper body off the bed. He envelops Taehyung in a hug, wrapping his arms around him while pistoning his hips in and out of his pink ass. Taehyung whimpers, the contact too much and too raw; he comes in hot strips between them. Jimin fucks him through it, petting Taehyung’s head gently while nibbling on his ear. Taehyung trembles, too sensitive to get hard again but the longing is still there with each pathetic twitch of his dick.
“Fucking love you like crazy,” Jimin whispers, clutching to Taehyung helplessly. Taehyung offers weak arms around him as invitation for Jimin to come. Jimin pants through it, can feel his come coating the insdie of Taehyung’s ass. It leaks out of his hole, sliding down the swollen head of his cock. Jimin can barely breathe before Taehyung pulls away to slide his lips around the head. Jimin gasps, too fucked out to remember not to fuck Taehyung’s mouth.
It’s over in a few seconds - Taehyung merely working his tongue over the head and sucking the bulb until it’s free of come - but Jimin feels like it lasts hours. They fall back against the bed gracelessly, all sweat-slick skin sticking to the sheets.
The sheets are definitely doomed.
“We need to work on your pillow talk,” Taehyung says after a few quiet beats.
Jimin swats his stomach, then flinches when his hand comes back wet and glistening. “Shut up. You eat that shit up. Literally. I don’t wanna hear it.” And although Jimin can’t see it, he feels Taehyung’s face twist in a loving grin.
“Shit, you got me, Jiminie. I sure do.” They make it to the bathroom and end up changing their sheets much later, after Taehyung makes a few half-assed attempts to suck Jimin off. They come back to their fresh sheets nearly an hour later, Jimin carding his fingers through Taehyung’s hair. Taehyung plays with Jimin’s free hand, littered with rings.
Taehyung speaks softly. “One day I’m going to give you a ring, a special one. A promise. Would you like that, one day?”
Jimin kisses the top of Taehyung’s head. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, Taehyunggie.”
Jimin can’t imagine the rest of his life without his best friend by his side.