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.
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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.