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Taehyung couldn’t stop thinking about Jimin.
In any other circumstances, that wouldn’t be a surprise. Jimin was his best friend, after all. They lived together. Thinking about Jimin had become Taehyung’s second nature. He thinks about buying Jimin’s shampoo because Jimin always forgets to buy it himself. He thinks about that one time Jimin laughed so hard he fell from the couch, he thinks about making Jimin laugh again. He thinks about talking with Jimin about his day when he gets home, he thinks of Jimin’s hands petting his hair as Taehyung bares the content of his heart. He thinks about falling asleep in Jimin’s bed after a long day and waking up with Jimin clinging to his back like a koala, always warm and smelling like citrus.
Normal, friendly thoughts. That kind of stuff.
But this time… this time was different. This time, Taehyung couldn't stop thinking about Jimin’s tongue.
It started a month ago when Jimin came home from dance practice with a scrunched up nose and a new piercing. Taehyung had been worried about making sure Jimin didn’t eat anything that could hurt him and never stopped to think about what Jimin having a tongue piercing really meant. But the weeks went by, the wound healed and Jimin got used to the new piece of metal inside his mouth. Everything was fine, Taehyung kept daydreaming about adopting a dog with his best friend on a daily basis and things went back to how they were before the piercing had appeared.
And then Jimin started doing.... things. Things like playing with the piercing between his teeth, things like opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue at random times, things like flashing the little metal bar every ten minutes. So Taehyung began to think about it, and once he started, he couldn't stop.
It was infuriating, really. Park Jimin was infuriating. Objectively, Taehyung knew his best friend was hot. Objectively, he may or may not had jerked off thinking about him, about his mouth , enough times to stop feeling guilty about it. It was a thing they did, this push and pull. Their own little game. Jimin flirted with him, Taehyung got horny. He flirted back, Jimin panicked. And then they laughed about it.
That’s why Taehyung didn’t get surprised when Jimin started to tease him about the piercing. Taehyung had been staring at his mouth for weeks now, it was meant to happen sooner than later. Now Jimin played with his piercing with his eyes fixed on Taehyung. Now he licked food in ways that food shouldn’t be licked. Now he hugged Taehyung from behind and whispered in his ear:
“You know why I got the piercing? The last girl I hooked up with had one and it felt so good… I wanted to make others feel just as good.”
But this time… This time was different. This time, Taehyung didn’t flirt back.
He had never found himself in a situation like this, in which he choked on his own words before he could say them. No matter how much they flirted and shared innuendos with each other, Taehyung had always had the last word. Always.
But not this time.
Taehyung… He wanted to feel good. No. He wanted Jimin to make him feel good.
And Jimin knew. Oh, of course, he knew.
It happened during their movie night.
Jimin was focused on the tv, playing with the piercing as he always did these days, grazing his top lip with the small silver ball again and again, so much that his lip was starting to swell. Taehyung couldn’t stop watching him.
The curiosity was killing him. He wanted to know if Jimin was right. He wanted to know if that little thing would feel as good as Jimin made it seem. He wanted to feel it, he wanted to taste it, he wanted--
“Taehyung.” Taehyung’s head snapped up. Jimin was looking at him with raised eyebrows. “You’re not even pretending to watch the movie, what’s wrong?”
Taehyung’s eyes flickered to Jimin’s mouth and back to Jimin’s eyes.
“Nothing.”
“Right.”
Jimin tilted his head, a small, knowing smile blooming at the corner of his lips. He stood up from the couch and sat down on Taehyung’s lap with a thigh on either side of him, giggling at Taehyung’s surprised squeal.
“Jimin,” he said. He wanted it to sound like a warning, but it came out too breathy, too dreamy. Like his lips were caressing Jimin’s name as it slipped out of his mouth.
“Hm, now that I think about it, I never asked you what you thought of the piercing.” Jimin stuck out his tongue, tapping his front teeth with the silver ball. “Do you like it?”
Taehyung made a noise that sounded too much like a wounded animal. Jimin smiled, eyes hooded. Taehyung knew that look, he had seen it countless times but never directed at him. It made him feel small, like a trembling lamb waiting for the big, bad wolf to devour it. He nodded.
Jimin’s smile grew wilder. He leaned in, breath grazing Taehyung’s lips.
“Want to feel it, Taehyungie?”
Taehyung opened his mouth and closed it again, unsure of what to say. This was new. This wasn’t how they played. Jimin’s eyes were too dark, their mouths were too close, Taehyung’s heart was beating too fast. This was completely new territory and Taehyung was afraid to take a step in the wrong direction and falling headfirst into the abyss.
His eyes flickered down, saliva gathering in his mouth at the idea of Jimin’s pierced tongue anywhere near him.
“How?” he managed to croak out, cheeks burning with embarrassment.
“Well, I can’t kiss you, right? Friends don’t do that.” Jimin licked his lips. “But you can use your fingers.”
Taehyung’s breath hitched. If this was a joke, if this was Jimin playing with him…. but Jimin's cheeks were pink, his chest rose and fell erratically and he was looking at Taehyung with expectation, almost vibrating with it. Taehyung gulped down the doubts and raised a trembling hand, the tips of his fingers brushing Jimin's lower lip.
Jimin eyes fluttered closed, mouth parting on its own volition. His lip was soft, pink like a cherry, plump like a peach. Taehyung wanted to get a taste.
Friends don't do that.
He took a deep breath and slid his index inside Jimin’s mouth, a cold shiver running down his spine at the heat. Jimin's mouth was warm and wet, and soft and… oh.
The piercing.
It was small, Taehyung knew it was small, but it felt giant against the tip of his finger. Hot, but not as much as Jimin's mouth; soft, but not as much as Jimin's tongue; hard, strange, addictive. Taehyung pressed his index against it and whimpered quietly when Jimin sucked around his finger in reflex.
Taehyung tore his gaze away from Jimin’s mouth, just to find that Jimin had his eyes fixed on him. Taehyung whimpered again, a pathetic little sound that made his ears burn. He pushed down on the piercing again, hips bucking up when Jimin sucked him again. And this time he didn’t stop. Jimin grabbed Taehyung’s wrist and bobbed his head up and down, curling his tongue around Taehyung’s finger.
The contrast of the metal of the piercing and the softness of Jimin’s tongue against his skin was maddening. Taehyung added a second finger and pressed them deeper, stomach fluttering at Jimin’s grunt. The corner of Jimin’s lips curved upward as a thin thread of saliva slid down his chin. Taehyung used his free hand to bring Jimin closer by his hips, almost plastering their chests together.
Jimin took Taehyung’s fingers deeper without breaking eye contact. He choked slightly, giggling as he pulled away, licked the excess of saliva from Taehyung’s fingers and sucked them in again. Taehyung couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t look away.
He whined Jimin’s name, this time not caring how pathetic he sounded.
Jimin hummed, opening his mouth so Taehyung could see the show. Jimin’s mouth had always fascinated him, so plump and pink, so ready to be bitten, but he’d never have imagined that it would look so tempting wrapped around him. Jimin licked between Taehyung’s fingers, the small silver ball shining under the lights of the room, and then put Taehyung’s thumb inside his mouth. He sucked it slowly, as if he was enjoying having Taehyung’s fingers in his mouth as much as Taehyung enjoyed the feeling of the warm pressure on his skin.
Taehyung pressed Jimin’s tongue down, forcing him to open his mouth. Jimin raised his eyebrows and didn’t move, waiting for Taehyung to finally do something.
Taehyung didn’t disappoint him. He pulled his finger out and clashed their lips together, sucking Jimin’s tongue inside his mouth before Jimin could react. A moan echoed from deep in Jimin's throat, his hands flying to Taehyung’s hair. Taehyung gasped at the first contact with Jimin’s piercing, cock twitching inside his sweatpants. Jimin took advantage of that and pulled at the hair of Taehyung’s nape until he broke the kiss and exposed Taehyung's neck. He leaned down and licked a fat strip from Taehyung's collarbones to his Adam's Apple, the metal ball biting Taehyung's skin deliciously.
They looked at each other, panting.
"Friends don't--" started Jimin with a smile too big for his face, but Taehyung cut him off with a kiss before he could finish the sentence.
"Shut up."
Jimin giggled against his mouth for the rest of the night.