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.
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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.