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[jimin/taehyung] ; serendipity

There’s really nothing like home.

Sure, college has been wonderful. Is wonderful. Taehyung is so lucky to have the opportunity to pursue more education, especially for someone like him, and he honestly loves being in school more than anything else in the entire universe. It feels like he's growing a little bit more every single day, learning so much more than he ever could have dreamed about. His diet of National Geographic and science magazines plucked from the library kept him pretty well-fed as a pup, but the world--wow, it’s even bigger than all that!

He never even realized what happened behind the scenes of March of the Penguins or Cosmos: A Spacetime Odyssey or Lawless Oceans. All those amazing programs were created by people. Ordinary and extraordinary people who did ethnographic research, time travelled to the past, took amazing portraits, edited videos, observed the natural world, and most importantly, tried to conquer the big questions. Taehyung can certainly relate to that--he daydreams about at least fifteen questions before breakfast. Sitting in those classrooms at school, packed with fellow ambitious hybrids, all of his curiosities about the world feel validated. For the first time in his life, Taehyung isn’t wondering if he’s too hungry for something he shouldn’t even have a taste for in the first place.

Because he knows--he can be one of those people, too. He really can be.

He honestly loves being in school more than anything else in the entire universe...but the thing is, he also misses being home more than anything in the entire universe. For a long time it felt like those two things were at odds with each other. Mutually exclusive. Yet all it took was a quiet admission one night over the phone--I miss you, Jimin. I’m happy, but I just miss you so much--for that weight to finally crack. Jimin missed him, too. Just as much. Though, as Taehyung later came to understand, it wasn’t without unhappiness. Taehyung immediately asked to move back home, once he realized that was an option. Once he figured out that going to college didn’t have to mean literally staying at college. Two weeks later, just at the start of his winter break, Taehyung--and three suitcases stuffed with textbooks and clothes and endangered animal plushies--were back at the familiar doorstep. He only wishes he got that wake up call sooner.

Quietly, Taehyung stirs from his position on the couch, limbs spread out in every direction and face scrunched against a Giant panda pillow. Blinking slowly, it takes a moment for Taehyung to come to. He remembers he’s home with a sudden rush of warmth, the rest coming back in bits and pieces. Jimin and him had talked into the early morning hours when he first came back--and a combination of the late night conversation and the rigor of his end of semester finals caught up with his body. It’s been two days. Taehyung’s done little more than relax and eat and let Jimin take care of him. And of, course, take Big Boy naps in the living room at any time he pleases. Heaven on Earth.

Sitting himself up, Taehyung’s nose is suddenly hit with the most delicious, mouthwatering scent drifting from the kitchen. So that’s what woke him up. Drowsily, he looks over the back of the couch, catching on the sight of Jimin’s back. He’s molding sugar cookies, pressing neat little balls on top of the baking sheet, one right after another. Humming a little. There’s a spot of flour on his sleeves where they’re rolled up to his elbows, and Taehyung couldn’t be more in love as he watches his partner go about his quiet work, smiling absentmindedly, cheek in palm. Sugar cookies have always been his favorite.

A minute later and Taehyung decides to take closer inspection. He comfortably hooks his chin atop Jimin’s shoulder, hands following suit as his fingers curl lightly into the soft fabric of his sweater. Content to keep watching for another moment, enjoying the fact that he even can. Jimin was always better at forming the cookies, getting them nice and even--a perfect base for Taehyung’s over-the-top decorating aesthetic. He can’t remember when they first started this tradition, but he knows it’s absolutely one of the best parts about the holidays.

“Remember when I ate all the green icing one year and my tongue was dyed for a few days?” he cheerily, suddenly recalls. “That was so much fun. Maybe I could test a different color.” He’s joking. Sort of.

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it wasn't the kind of thing that jimin ever could have anticipated.

sure, taehyung being curious was one thing. jimin knew that he was, had always known that he was, from the moment he first saw him. it was just one of the many things that had drawn him to the pup, that had caught his interest, beyond the simple, unexplainable pull, the something deep down inside that tugged at him, told him that this was it, this was the one, and thank god taehyung had agreed, had expressed interest in wanting to come back home with him. it was funny, really. jimin had always thought it might be nice, having someone else around - something to take care of, but not just that. if that were the case, he could have gotten any old regular pet. someone to bond with, someone to share with, the curious longing for a deeper kind of companionship is what had led him to start researching even the possibility of adopting a hybrid in the first place. he hadn't even necessarily intended to walk out of the building with one but, well, here they are now, and jimin can't think of a better decision he's ever made in his entire life.

they just fit. and they've just fit since that very first day, since the confused yet curious little puppy that jimin brought into this same house, introduced to his room, began to teach and mold and help shape into the extremely bright, funny, talented, attractive, altogether well-rounded person that he is today. sometimes, it seems like everything has been easy, in the grand scheme of things. falling into a rhythm of daily life with taehyung was easy. helping him to grow and learn was easy. falling in love with him was easy, though it still came with its own challenges, namely keeping those selfish thoughts and feelings to himself, unwilling to come out with any of it until taehyung approached the subject first. but he had, and once he had, it was like the two of them fell into it just as effortlessly as everything else - just as nice, sweet, perfect.

but taehyung deciding he wanted to go off to college wasn't easy. taehyung moving out, taehyung being gone for days, weeks, months at a time - nothing about that was easy. even jimin hadn't realized quite the extent of it, just how far, how deeply taehyung really was engraved in his everyday life, in his routine, in his everything. the absence of him was something that jimin felt everywhere, felt far more than he could have possibly anticipated, and it's impossible to even try and pretend that having him back isn't a relief, quite possibly the greatest relief he ever could have. even so, he doesn't have to pretend - not after their long talk, not after they spent hours going back and forth, not after jimin finally decided to be honest about how the whole thing made him feel. it's something he's struggled with over the years, something that he admittedly still doesn't like doing - taehyung has enough on his plate, enough to worry about, there's no reason why he shouldn't be able to go out into the world and do any and everything that he ever dreamed of doing. jimin isn't a good enough reason to hold him back from that, from accomplishing everything he could ever want in life and then some.

but jimin is a good enough reason for taehyung to move back home, for them to have reached a sort of compromise that seems all kinds of obvious now that they've put it into motion - but jimin won't dwell on that. he can't, not when everything is finally settling, when it's starting to feel normal again. when he's got taehyung here again with the promise of staying, just in time for the holiday season that they both like best - simply put, it's perfect. it's got jimin feeling better than he has in quite a long time, even as taehyung passes out on the couch, catching up on rest that's obviously much needed, well deserved as far as jimin is concerned. he doesn't mind it, but it isn't long before he feels an itch, a need to do something, to calm some of the restless energy that still bubbles up from time to time.

sugar cookies seem like the perfect distraction. it's easy enough, one of the things that he knows that taehyung likes the most, one of the things that they've always done together for as long as he can remember. one of the things that definitely make it feel that much more like home. and it's expected, in some ways, how even the smell of the freshly mixed dough is enough to rouse the pup from his slumber, jimin hearing the sound of feet shuffling closer, anticipating it before taehyung is leaning and resting against him. the familiar, warm weight of him still makes jimin smile, even before the sudden recalling of such a familiar, silly memory has a soft laughter bubbling up, jimin reaching over to separate out another piece of dough, rolling it smoothly between his palms.

"i remember," he confirms, leaning back against taehyung just slightly, just barely, light enough that maybe it isn't exactly intentional. "and i remember you getting a terrible stomachache from all the extra sugar. you couldn't eat properly for a whole day. is it worth the risk?"

Taehyung practically preens at the attention Jimin immediately gives him, the sound of his laughter coaxing his tail into a happy swish around their legs. It also has him tucking a little closer to the older man, easily draping more of his body over him just as Jimin leans back. The way they fit together is so natural, in so many ways. Secretly, he kind of likes the fact that Jimin’s a couple inches shorter than him now. Of course, it wasn’t always that way, back when he was little more than a scrappy bit of fluff running around Jimin’s ankles, yipping in excitement about anything and everything that caught his eye. But over the years most of that gangly puppy energy stretched out, filled up, and one day Taehyung woke up to the curious fact that huh, he was taller now, wasn’t he? And that was pretty nice. It certainly makes wrapping himself around the blonde a little easier, has him switching to the big spoon every now and again in bed because something about cradling Jimin, pressing close against his neck and back and winding protective arms around his body, satisfies something inside of Taehyung. Maybe it’s a hybrid thing. Maybe it’s a relationship thing. Maybe it’s just a them thing.

Because Jimin doesn’t usually let Taehyung do a lot of the holding. He’s the one who’s held. Always supported and encouraged and cared for beyond his wildest dreams. Taehyung didn’t even know humans like Jimin really existed when he was a young pup. Sure, humans were friendly, and Taehyung wanted one for his own desperately, but they also quickly grew bored of the things that tired them. It had already happened to him once before Jimin scooped him up and took him home--for a little while, Taehyung was anxious it might happen again. He still remembers the first time he accidentally made a mess in the kitchen, food strewn everywhere in a reckless, playful haste, and cried against Jimin’s chest. Whining that he was sorry, that he wouldn’t ever be bad like that again, just please don’t send me back, please don’t make me leave, I want to stay here.

Jimin had soothed his fears as gently and quickly as the little nightlight by their bed. Shh, you’re not going, Tae. Your home will always be right here. Right here with me. That’s when Taehyung realized--he didn’t just manage to get a great human. He got the very best one. And he never let go.

Just like right now, even though Jimin’s comment has him wrinkling his nose in mild offense. “You always have to take risks in the name of science, Jimin,” Taehyung says very seriously. “What if Neil Armstrong thought the risk wasn’t worth it? Or Charles Darwin? What if Dian Fossey thought studying mountain gorillas would be too hard?”

Then, after a thoughtful pause, he relents:

“But you’re right. I don’t want my tummy to hurt.”

Taehyung gives a little pat to said body part, as if reassuring no harm will befall it tonight. It’s a sign of maturity for sure, but also of Jimin’s constant guidance over the years, shaping him into the person he is today. But sometimes, Taehyung really doesn’t get it. He doesn’t get how the things he adores most about Jimin--how selflessly caring he is, how he loves without demands, how he tries his very best to make those around him happy--are also the things that sort of make him want to boop him on the nose with a little toy hammer. Even now, after all these years, it took way too long for Jimin to tell him the truth about how he felt about his schooling. Sitting directly in front of each other on the couch, Jimin’s conflicted expression in his palms, Taehyung could only muster up his most scolding, most fond, most concerned gaze. You always need to tell me when you’re unhappy, Jimin. I need you to be honest, too. Those are the rules. It doesn’t work any other way.

Taehyung lifts his hand up to cling onto Jimin's shoulder once again, eyeing the dozen perfect cookies just waiting to go in the oven. “...I can still have half the batch though, right?”

it's the things like this that jimin missed the most. but then, even saying something like that is hard to commit to, because jimin found himself missing everything about taehyung while he wasn't around. it was in the bigger things, of course. he missed taking care of him, helping to straighten out his clothes in the mornings, preparing lunches and dinners for him that were balanced in their nutrition just like they were supposed to be, helping to give him baths whenever taehyung let him when he was tired after a long day. but it was in the smaller things, too. the sound of taehyung's programs from the television while jimin worked on editing an article and the other watched so carefully, attentively, completely engrossed. the way that he can make jimin laugh with even the smallest of prompts, the feeling of taehyung curled up close to him underneath their covers, so warm and comforting, the way he just feels like home.

simply put, it wasn't right. it just wasn't home without taehyung here with him. and now that he's back, now that that something has settled inside jimin once again, he's sure that there's no way he could possibly be happier.

taehyung's words continue to coax another bubble of soft laughter out from his chest, even though jimin knows that he's being entirely serious, but that makes it all the more adorable. secretly, he's glad that taehyung has dismissed the icing idea so easily - a far cry from the way that he used to be, back when he still had more trouble controlling his impulses, even despite warnings from jimin himself. a lot of things have changed over the years, but not the big things, not the really important ones. not them. no, they still fit together just right. just perfectly. just like this. and jimin is letting out yet another laugh with taehyung's final question, the words coming out just as he places the last cookie onto the baking sheet, pressing it carefully into place.

"you can still have half the batch," he confirms easily, the happiness, fond amusement and adoration maybe just a little too obvious in his tone. "we can take the rest to yoongi hyung and jungkookie, maybe tomorrow. right now, i think these are ready to go in the oven." jimin looks over his shoulder, just enough to give taehyung a wordless hint that he needs just a little bit of space in order to do what needs to get done, and once he gets it, it doesn't take long for him to slide the baking sheet into the oven, to set a timer, turning to comfortably lean back against the counter once it's done.

Taehyung's tail immediately starts wagging once he gets Jimin's approval to claim his cookies, the warmth in the other's words and laughter making something start to warm inside of him as well. It's true--some things really haven't changed at all. Jimin taking care of him, in any way, shape, or form, is something that Taehyung can always rely on no matter what the situation. Sure, it was hard at school when they couldn't see each other often, when Taehyung had to make do with Skype calls and text messages and the really thoughtful care packages in the mail (filled mostly with his favorite snacks), but he had never felt unsupported through any of it. Just a little lonely. Loneliness is not a state of being Taehyung is used to nor one he cares for, so being back with Jimin, even just over these past two days, has done wonders for his own happiness. And as far as he's concerned, there's no reason to hide it at all. There's never reason to hide anything when it comes to Jimin.

Which is why his body instinctively follows the older man's movements, closing the distance once again as Jimin leans against the counter. Taehyung settles in comfortably around Jimin's legs, the concept of personal space something else he has no practical use or care for. He obediently backed off when Jimin needed him to, but now he can come back to enjoying this feeling a little longer. It's like his body is slowly remembering just how much it missed before, every day spent at school a day that he wasn't able to touch Jimin or nuzzle against his neck or smell him or lay in his lap or hold him, all the things he never gave a second thought to before. Perhaps even took for granted a little, without even realizing it. Taehyung's hips brush against Jimin's as he scoots closer, fingers still resting lightly on his shoulders, and boy, the combination of Jimin and baked goods just smells so nice.

"You smell nice," he shares without hesitation, looking at Jimin with those big, earnest eyes that, according to the other, made him quite the irresistible pup. And perhaps still do. "And I'd like that, for tomorrow."

Jimin, of course, isn't the only person he ended up missing when he was away. Taehyung almost sighs at the cute image that suddenly pops up of Jungkookie nibbling away at one of the sugar cookies, taking his time and spacing out. They'll definitely have to stop by, and Taehyung will definitely have to watch his best friend and forever soulmate eat--and also play with his hair and cuddle with him afterwards on the floor. Obviously. He's getting excited just thinking about it.

He might also be getting a little excited from the warmth of Jimin's thigh pressed against him, something he hasn't felt in what feels like years, his body perking up out of habit. And, well--that's pretty nice, too.

taehyung is never really too far away from him. it's something that jimin has always loved, something that's always made him feel comfortable, the tendency that the other has to simply be close to him more often than not. sure, taehyung is nowhere near how jimin knows that jungkook is with yoongi. he's more independent, capable of doing just about anything on his own, willing to go out and explore the world, practically fearless in so many incredible, terrifying ways. and yet, in his own way, taehyung still makes it clear just how much he prefers jimin, enjoys him, always helps him to feel settled in the way that he still chooses him in the end. even when he goes out on his adventures, he's always just as happy to return right back to jimin's side, right back into his arms, just the same way he did when he was still just a pup, when he would leave jimin in an excited rush to get to school and yet still come running to him just as quickly at the end of the day, when it was time to go home.

right now is no different. something in jimin already knows that taehyung is going to stay right here, stay just like this, move in on his personal space even more now that he's already started. but jimin doesn't mind. it's been so long since he's even had the chance to lose his personal space that he's almost too ready to do so. there's no denying the way that it felt, being away from taehyung for so long, not just as his pup, not just as someone to take care of, but as his partner, his equal, someone that jimin equally craves closeness, affection from whether he'd admit to it or not. luckily, he doesn't have to admit to it when taehyung is pressing this close, looking at jimin so earnestly, so warm and comfortable and inviting that it has jimin's heart swelling and threatening to spill over.

the smile that comes over jimin's expression is easy, effortless, fond and adoring and still vaguely amused all at once. it's natural, the way that he shifts just slightly, the way that he reaches up, arms settling in a loose loop around taehyung's neck, just because. "thank you," he answers sweetly, genuine with maybe a hint of something a little more teasing underneath, an almost playful edge even with the genuine reciprocation of "you smell nice, too," that comes a moment later. one more, and jimin's gaze is softening that little bit more, one of his arms moving back just enough so that he can reach up to touch taehyung's face instead, thumb gently grazing back and forth over his jawline, because he never gets over just how gorgeous taehyung is, and especially now, like this, all up close and in person.

"i really missed you, taetae." the words come out even softer, spill over before he can even think much about them, because he did. because it's true. because he did, he missed him, missed everything about him, and there's no shame in letting him know that - especially not now that they're together.

Taehyung can be fearless because of Jimin. He knows that some of it is just his personality, his own human and Labrador natures (because he's read up on the subject extensively), but what it really comes down to is how he was safely, compassionately raised. Taehyung has had many conversations about this very same thing with Jungkook, how fortunate the pair are to have had people who truly fostered them, who saw them as individuals and not life-size toys. Jungkook is still innocent to a lot of that world, which is how it should be, but Taehyung knows. He's seen it. He attends the rallies. He hears the stories. Being with Jimin sometimes feels like he's living a dream, because Taehyung can't understand how he can be so ridiculously happy and lucky, can have so much at his fingertips when others have never experienced genuine love at all. And sometimes being with Jimin feels so solid and real it takes his breath away, like right now.

Like Jimin smiling with that playful little light in his eyes, looking absolutely radiant and like everything Taehyung wants. Like Jimin holding him, caressing over his face so gently that he can't not give a soft sigh, leaning against those fingers. His body remembers these touches. He carries all of Jimin's affections in so many places, and it's been so many years that it's hard to keep track of it all. How is it that Jimin can still give him so many butterflies? Maybe the butterflies are just always inside of him, waking up at the barest attention? Taehyung simply pulls his partner in closer, relishing the way Jimin looks at him, fingers playing a little at the nape of Jimin's neck, the soft hair there. He twists the strands around a long finger, smiling softly at the confession breathed in the short space between them.

"I missed you the most."

Taehyung isn't happy that Jimin missed him, but he's happy his partner can be completely open about his feelings now. He's happy that Jimin missing him led to him coming back home for good. He's happy about the fond pet name that always makes his toes feel all wiggly. But mostly he's happy because he can give an even better response to that, something he hopes will settle any lingering sadness inside Jimin. Because the last thing he wants is for Jimin to ever be sad.

"But don't worry, Jimin," he murmurs, turning his head to spread some kisses into the other's palm. The sweetness clouding his senses is even better pressed deep like this, Jimin and cookie dough on his tongue, continuing to compliment each other. "You don't have to miss me anymore. I'm staying right here with you. Promise." As if for emphasis, he continues to absent-mindedly rub himself against Jimin's thigh, small, subtle movements of his hips that are built more on sensation than intent. Just feels so good to be this close again, to feel Jimin's body flush against his own. There's no way he's going to be leaving this again for months on end.

Edited 2017-09-19 03:29 (UTC)

it's funny, how jimin only realizes just how heavy the weight of it all was on his shoulders now that he has taehyung back here, back home with him. he knew that he missed him, of course he did. he felt it, heavy in his chest and his stomach, felt it in so many things that sometimes it seemed like it was everywhere, like there was no escape from it, because taehyung had wormed his way into so many parts of jimin's life that it simply felt empty without him, period. but he had tried, he really had. all of the smaller things, he pushed to the back of his mind, forced down, swallowed in favor of giving taehyung everything that he deserves, making sure he always feels as fulfilled, supported, loved, accomplished as possible. but right now, having taehyung right here like this, having taehyung pulling him closer too, those light touches at the nape of his neck, even just the sound of his voice up close like this - jimin's realizing just how much he did miss this, how much he missed not just taehyung himself, but taehyung, his partner. taehyung, the love of his life, as far as jimin is concerned.

those feelings are only solidified when taehyung is turning to press a kiss to jimin's palm, an action so simple and yet so sweet that it makes jimin's stomach flip, as if they haven't been intimate before, as if it's the first time all over again for taehyung to do such a thing. but then, it has been a while. it's been a long time, and it tugs at jimin's chest in the same way a smile still tugs at his lips, even when he nods slightly, even when he moves so that he can slide his hand back down to the side of taehyung's face, down to hold somewhere near his jawline, to meet his eyes. "i know," is his response, because he does, because taehyung needs to know that he does, and that it's okay, that he's okay, really, he is.

taehyung's worry never goes unnoticed. just like everything else about him never goes unnoticed, whether he realizes he's doing it or not. the subtle movements of his hips almost make jimin want to laugh softly, just because it's so adorable, it's so pure, and it makes something swell in his chest, helps to solidify the way that taehyung missed him too, missed being close to him, missed these feelings, the kinds of things that only jimin can give to him. he doesn't have to think about it at all when his fingers are slipping to taehyung's neck instead, gripping the side of it, tugging down gently but with enough force to accomplish what he wants, to bring taehyung down enough so that jimin can stand up on his toes to meet him halfway, to kiss him, and it instantly settles something inside of him, stirs up even more, so many things that are only taehyung's.

Taehyung responds all too eagerly to the kiss, no less enthusiastic about such intimacy with the passing of time, with growing up into the young adult he is today. It leaves him so ridiculously happy every single time. Jimin initiating it is that much better, the hands curling around his neck and tugging him down already making a part of the pup go weak in the knees. He willingly lowers himself that much further, making it more comfortable for the shorter man as he leans into Jimin's touch, the feel of his soft, full lips. This hasn't changed. Thank goodness this hasn't changed. Sure, they had kissed and snuggled when he first came back home, and perhaps Taehyung was just a tad clingier than usual, but they also had so much to catch up on, so much they needed to air out. Now it feels, for the first time in a long time, like he can properly focus on just this. That they're allowed to finally catch up in other ways.

Things are okay now, Jimin is okay now, and Taehyung's palms are sliding down his chest as though he's discovering some kind of treasure. He can feel the firmness underneath the soft apron, the even softer sweater, much too aware of Jimin's strength and warmth and how the two mix together in ways that never feel to intoxicate him. It has his nails digging in a little, pawing lightly against Jimin's stomach as the kiss lingers, so sweet, so, so good. The last time they were in such a position in the kitchen Taehyung had successfully steered Jimin away from making dinner so they could make out on the couch instead, limbs tangled up together, clothes coming off one after another. Needless to say, it escalated quickly. Was that back in the summer? Or before that? All Taehyung knows is that sex with Jimin is just about the only thing worth missing meals for.

The memory continues to flicker through Taehyung's mind--bodies melting together, Jimin's glazed expressions, a hand gripping his waist, guiding him, marking him up--and suddenly his lower half becomes a bit more excited. And his movements decidedly less pure. It takes a few minutes for Taehyung to even be aware of what he's doing, the fact that he's slowly dry humping Jimin's thigh against the kitchen counter, mirroring the deep, almost soothing kiss the two have fallen into. He doesn't quite understand how he can be so relaxed and worked up at the same time, his dick equally confused by the situation. "Jimin," he whines low in his throat, unsure what he's even really asking for, before the steady drag of their clothed bodies has him shuddering hard.

it's starting to hit jimin now, just how long it's been since the two of them have been anywhere even close to this. how long it's been since this kind of intimacy at all, since they've even had the chance. of course he missed it whenever taehyung was away, whenever unfortunate feelings would bubble up to the surface, when tension would nag at the back of his mind (and in other, even more unfortunate places) that he simply wasn't so much used to feeling anymore, after years with taehyung as his partner. it's beautiful in its own way, jimin thinks, always has, how open taehyung is with what he wants, whether that's asking jimin for the third time in a week for cheeseburgers for dinner or, well, something else entirely.

jimin may not be quite as easy to work up as taehyung can be, but it still doesn't take much. it never did, not even before they really delved into this part of their relationship, back when jimin would feel all kinds of embarrassed by just how hard he got from helping his pup to feel better, to take the edge off when ruts set in, to do whatever he could possibly do to take care of him. that was before taehyung fully realized that it was a two way street, that jimin enjoyed it just as much, that the two of them could enjoy it even more. and since then, well. the past few months is undoubtedly the longest dry spell that jimin has had in a long time, another weight with taehyung's absence that he didn't feel quite as much until now, until having taehyung back with him, kissing him so eagerly and touching him and making jimin's breath stutter just slightly, just barely, with the way he digs his nails in and whines jimin's name low in his throat.

still, it's never far from all of the other things he feels about taehyung. his heart swells slightly with the way that he sounds, jimin's own fingers pressing in against taehyung that much more without him even realizing it, before he pulls back from the kiss. it's just barely, just enough, still close enough that he can feel taehyung's breath on his lips - he isn't trying to put any real distance between them. "tae," is what comes out first, an effortless response to his own name. "what do you want?" the question comes after, genuine, curious, because jimin wants to know. because he wants to know what taehyung is thinking, wants to give him whatever it is that he wants - wants to take care of him, just like always.

Taehyung nearly whines again when Jimin pulls away from the kiss, nothing more than a needy little huff, but thankfully it's not to put any real distance between the two of them. Jimin's still close enough for him to touch, for him to curl into, the warmth of Jimin's breath making him squirm around in slight impatience, as though he's trying and failing to scratch a persistent itch. In all honesty, it's an itch he's been feeling for far too long. Taehyung would try sometimes back in his dorm. He really would try. But rubbing one out on his own just wasn't that satisfying anymore when he was so used to Jimin's hand doing the work. And exploring inside of himself just left him more frustrated and empty than when he started, his fingers clumsy and too eager, never quite reaching where he wanted them to. In the end, it really wasn't that much fun. He would come and then tiredly sink himself into his covers, stewing in his own release that didn't feel like a release at all. If anything it just seemed to breed more tension over time.

It's a different tension now, hanging in the air after Jimin asks that question. Taehyung stares at him with those same big, imploring eyes, just starting to show a hint of something more intense underneath the surface. Something he knows can root Jimin to the spot just as easily as the older man can do to him. He wants so many things all at once right in this very moment that it's hard to wrap his head around it. His thoughts are all muddled with memories from before, of those frustrated nights, of how Jimin smells oh my god, and he can't help himself from gently swiping his tongue at the corner of Jimin's mouth. It's an affectionate gesture, something that simply feels good when the words escape him, but it also has Taehyung moving closer. Has him brushing up against Jimin's dick--nowhere even close to his own, which is easily already half-hard and straining against his favorite pair of lounging pants--and suddenly he knows exactly what he wants. Love and lust and instinct are a deliciously heady mix, and as Taehyung takes another lap, this time just underneath Jimin's jaw, all he can picture is dragging his tongue between his legs instead.

"I wanna suck you off, Jimin," Taehyung admits freely, pushing his face further into the side of Jimin's neck so he can continue the slow, heated assault on his skin. "Wanna--wanna get you ready to take me. Can we...please? It's been so long." There's something almost pleading in his tone now, and Taehyung just hopes that Jimin will continue to understand him better than anyone else in the world can (except, of course, for his beloved best friend). Hopes that Jimin will be able to see just how bad he needs it, how strongly he needs him and only him. Yet even so, as with everything else, Jimin's permission remains the first priority.

jimin doesn't know what the answer to that question is going to be. there are so many possibilities that come up, so many things that taehyung could want, that jimin could give him. and he's willing, completely and totally willing to give him any of them, all off them, if taehyung so much as asks for it. he's always been like this. he always has and likely always will be, always longing for something to take care of, to have responsibility for. to feel wanted, needed, all of those things. but it's always the best with taehyung. and it's even better like this, after being away from it for so long. after the miscommunications, after not being entirely open even with himself about how he felt. now that all of that is gone, all that weight off his shoulders. now that taehyung is here, he's right here, he's home, right in front of him, not off somewhere being entirely independent from him, not needing him anymore - it just feels good.

but being this close to him feels even better. the way that taehyung isn't shy in expressing his affections in whatever way comes up first, the swipe of his tongue against the corner of jimin's mouth, down near his jaw, pressing that much closer. jimin loves it, and he lets taehyung know in the way that his grip tightens that much more, silently urging him that bit closer, pressing his hips forward just enough, bottom lip briefly caught between his teeth because taehyung needs to know, too. he deserves to know just how much jimin wants this, wants him - that he's missed it, too. taehyung isn't shy about letting jimin know what it is that he wants, what he needs, either. with those big eyes, with that pleading in his voice, with every single thing about him - there's no way jimin could say no. he doesn't want to. instead, he's responding to taehyung's questions with a breathless sort of nod, his thumb rubbing against the skin at the side of taehyung's neck soothingly. "yes," is the initial response, followed by, "whatever you want, tae.. i want it, too."

Deep down Taehyung knows that Jimin won't turn him away. He's never turned away. No matter what it is that he wants on any given day--more sex, more burgers, more fun in the sun, more Netflix documentaries--Jimin always finds a way to make his dreams come true. It seems effortless on Jimin's part, but Taehyung knows just how much effort his boyfriend actually puts into making him happy. Which in turn just makes him that much wonderfully happier. He's so lucky to have someone in his life as caring and considerate as Jimin, and now is no exception--he acquiesces to Taehyung's requests without any hesitation, the soothing touch against his neck and the warm, breathy words making the pup feel as though he's floating on cloud nine.

Whatever he wants, Jimin wants too. It's the best thing he's heard in a long time (save for a couple minutes ago when Jimin confirmed he could still eat half the sugar cookies), and it leaves Taehyung beaming against Jimin's shoulder before pulling back so he can light up for the rest of his boyfriend too. "Thank you." The sincerity is still there, just as it's there in his lingering kiss, in his wandering touches, fingers pulling at the apron's strings secured around the older man's waist. Taehyung does away with the item quickly, taking care to place it on top of the counter so it won't get dirty. Then his focus shifts back to Jimin, his boyfriend looking so good leaning against the counter like that, Taehyung's eyes shifting to those hips that felt even nicer pressed against his own. And just like that Taehyung pounces, lowering himself enough to settle between Jimin's legs, lifting up the hem of his sweater. Just enough to get an eyeful of Jimin's stomach, toned yet soft, always so giving under Taehyung's touch. It's one of his favorite features. He doesn't waste time in mouthing across the warm skin, dragging his tongue into his navel, nibbling at his hipbone--needing to taste everything Jimin so he doesn't forget again.

no matter what it is that they're doing, it seems like taehyung always finds a way to warm jimin's heart. whether it's watching him talk about something he truly loves and is so passionate about or falling asleep on the couch after insisting on finishing this documentary even though it's really late because it's just so interesting or a time like this, when he can go from pleading for something so intimate to smiling, lighting up so genuinely a matter of seconds later, thanking jimin as if it isn't something that's set off a burning need inside of the older man as well. it just makes his heart swell, and he likely would have said something about it were it not for the way that taehyung captures him in another lingering kiss, his fingers starting to wander only to make jimin's heart swell even more when he's carefully removing the apron still secure around his waist and setting it to the side first thing, always so considerate even about the smallest things, even at a time like this. how could jimin not be completely, ridiculously in love with him?

taehyung isn't shy about things like this. that much is certain, always has been, and jimin is reminded of that fact all over again with the way that his eyes trail down to jimin's hips, the way he's quickly, easily lowering himself down to them a matter of moments later. it's been long enough, that combined with the way that taehyung was kissing him, with the anticipation of knowing just how much the pup wants from him is enough to have jimin starting to feel just as worked up. he's a little embarrassed, just the same way that he always is when taehyung is so up close and personal with the parts of himself that he's self conscious of - especially when it's been a while, when even jimin himself isn't sure if he gained weight or lost it without taehyung around - but it's hard to worry about details like that too much when taehyung's mouth is on his skin. the way that taehyung touches him, the way that he uses his tongue, how he nibbles near his hipbone - it's all so deliciously familiar. it coaxes a pleasured, somewhat shaky sigh from jimin's lips, has him reaching to curl fingers around taehyung's shoulder, to thumb lightly, affectionately at the skin just under the collar of his shirt because he can't help it, because he wants to touch, wants to feel taehyung when he's been missing him for so long.

Taehyung loves Jimin's tummy. He loves everything about it--how soft it is in the winter time when Jimin relaxes a bit on their nutritious meals, when holiday feasts keep them more than satisfied; how toned and attractive it gets once Jimin gets into a rhythm of working out, never too consistent, never needing to be as far as Taehyung's concerned; how cute it feels when he does things exactly like this, feeling the skin warm instantly underneath his mouth, slightly ticklish and so responsive. Taehyung could probably write odes to it--he definitely should one day--but right now he's much more focused on pulling more of those pleased sounds from Jimin. Making him feel good is just such a nice thing to do, and Taehyung wants to keep making Jimin feel good. It's been far too long since he's been able to do so. It's a drug, those noises, the affectionate little touch against his shoulder--and Taehyung's ready to lap every bit of it up in his path to get to where he wants.

Taehyung's tail wags in a sort of slow, excited anticipation as his lips trail lower and lower, eventually grazing over the front of Jimin's pants. Fingers move in favor of undoing buttons, zipper, wasting no time in tugging the denim down Jimin's thick, equally delicious thighs. Taehyung doesn't stop until they're all the way down, removing them with the same gentle consideration as the apron before eagerly settling in even closer. His own dick hangs heavy between his legs as he scoots right up between Jimin's thighs, nosing against the thin fabric of his underwear. If Jimin smelled great before, it's at least ten times better now that Taehyung's face is right up against his cock, nuzzling into the length of him and taking in deep, content breaths. It's as familiar as it is mouthwatering, the sensation deepening inside of him hard to explain even for someone as wordy as Taehyung. So instead he relies on instinct as his tongue dampens the white fabric with long, thorough licks, paying special attention to the sensitive spot just underneath the head of Jimin's cock. Even the faintest taste of his boyfriend through the cotton has him whining in need.

taehyung has always been a quick learner. always excitable, always eager to please, for as long as jimin has known him. it was the very same when he was just a young pup, when he wanted to do things just right, like helping jimin fold the laundry or set the table or figuring out exactly how much sugar he likes to mix into his coffee so that he can get it ready before jimin has the chance to shuffle out into the kitchen on lazier mornings. it's not any different with this, never really has been, taehyung always so eager, practically desperate for jimin to tell him, show him, teach him exactly what to do to make him feel good. it used to embarrass jimin much more, back when they first started doing this, when it hadn't fallen into such an easy rhythm yet. for all of the adorable, beautiful parts of taehyung that still rely more on instinct, that tap into the parts of his dna that are arguably more animal than human, jimin is eternally grateful for the pieces of him that are like this. how taehyung not only understands, but wants to engage in everything in all of the ways that anyone else would; the way that he cares about jimin so much.

perhaps it's even more fitting than he ever would have imagined before, because jimin has never been particularly good at separating these things. it isn't out of place in the slightest to feel his heart clench and swoop into his stomach at the thought, to feel all kinds of soft waves of the love, affection that he feels for taehyung rolling over him right alongside the simple physical pleasure. it really has been a long time, but taehyung settles into it just as well, and jimin lets him. he lets him do as he pleases, lets him drag his pants down and off, settles a little more firmly against the counter with a hitch and shake of his breath that follows the way it feels to have any part of taehyung pressed up this close and personal against him, even with the layer of fabric still separating them. it isn't difficult at all for everything that taehyung is doing, the anticipation of everything that they're going to do to coax jimin into full hardness, to have him biting down on his lower lip in order to swallow back a soft moan that threatens to spill over, cheeks flushing as he watches him. jimin continues to thumb affectionately over taehyung's skin, almost massaging him lightly with his fingers, a touch that's more absentminded than anything else the more taehyung coaxes him away from that lingering shy embarrassment that he never seems to quite get rid of (and especially not after its been so long) and closer to simply giving in to just how good it feels.

Taehyung really has always been eager to please, right from the very start. For as long as he can remember he's always liked making people happy, something in him brightening just from knowing he acted the right way in a certain situation. And if he didn't know how to act, than he most certainly would find it out, because acting the wrong way just wasn't an option. He had never felt that sensation more strongly than when Jimin scooped him up, when Taehyung realized that the young man with the kind eyes and the gentle disposition would be his forever home. Taehyung had stared up at him with those loving, curious puppy eyes, feeling in a heartbeat that he would do anything to please this person without fully understanding why. Of course, now Taehyung does. And over the years it's relaxed into an easier give and take, a true relationship where they both put each other's happiness first. Taehyung likes it that way, loves it that way, but he can't deny that there's something special about this.

Something he particularly loves about getting to Jimin like this, with his breath all soft and shaky, squirming slightly against the counter every time Taehyung nuzzles into him, catching his bottom lip in his teeth. Something about making Jimin feel good and having the other show it that satisfies so many things inside of the pup. Taehyung hums a pleased little sound at the way his boyfriend continues touching him, the affectionate little massage welcome on stiff muscles that probably shouldn't have curled up on the couch but did so anyway. Jimin always likes to keep that connection, some light touch, even when Taehyung's buried between his legs, even when he's inside of him--and he loves it. Makes his own heart swell even as he's getting Jimin hard from little more than pup foreplay. Taehyung takes that as his cute to hook his fingers in the last bit of Jimin's clothing, curling his underwear down his thighs so he can properly lap up the sides of his cock. Every few strokes has him whimpering out happy little sounds, like there could be no better place on the planet than right here. He's addicted to the taste of Jimin, the heavy warmth of him on his tongue as he leaves no inch untouched. "Did you miss this, too?" he asks, somehow still sounding genuine, sweet even, in between making out with Jimin's dick.

everything about it is genuine, and that's a big part of why it gets to jimin so much. why he always feels his heart clench just like this, why the affection never seems to stop growing in his chest, why he knows, without a doubt, just how completely and utterly in love with taehyung he is. why he knows that he's powerless to do anything about it, doesn't want to do much of anything besides fall into it any time he's given the chance, especially now. because he's never met anyone quite like taehyung in his entire life. he's never met someone so genuine, so sweet, someone who can be all of those things even at a time like this - and it does things to jimin that he can't even begin to explain.

somehow it feels much too quick and yet exactly right at the same time, just how much taehyung is getting to him. he never has to try too much, never has to work too hard to get jimin on the same page. but right now, it's been so long since they've been together at all, since he had taehyung close to him at all, let alone since they've had this kind of contact. it's been months since jimin felt anything close to this at all, his heart pounding that much harder, faster in his chest whenever taehyung pulls back the last bit of fabric protecting any of his modesty. his cheeks are still a little bit flushed, he can't help it, they're always like that, but he also can't keep it back anymore, the soft sound that follows the first drag of taehyung's tongue directly against the sensitive skin of his cock. it feels good, feels so good even though the sensations themselves are something like a tease, making his blood run hotter with every second. coupled with the way that taehyung looks like this, the pleased sounds that he keeps making, how sweet his words are even now. jimin is done for and he knows it, already fighting to keep his head from tipping back slightly, letting his own touch wander, fingers moving up to card through taehyung's slightly scruffy hair instead, gently pushing it back from his face. "mm," he makes a small sound of acknowledgement, an answer. "missed everything, taetae. of course i missed this."

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