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.