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Obvious.
It was so obvious, what Taehyung was after tonight.
It was a Friday, the day where Taehyung finished his work shifts by lunch time, where Jimin got home to greet his boyfriend in the evening, and usually it was an uneventful day, both tired, usually starving, leftovers heated up in the microwave for dinner, sometimes maybe takeout, if Taehyung whined enough for it.
So it was obvious that Taehyung wanted something a little more than their standard Friday night, when Jimin got home, was greeted with nothing but a soft grunt from the couch.
No 'hello'.
No 'welcome home'.
One grunt, eyes glued to the screen as adverts played, not even turning to greet Jimin, just letting his boyfriend stare at a mess of curly hair instead.
Jimin narrowed his eyes.
Hmm.
"Baby, did you have a nice day?" Jimin tried again, slipping out of his jacket, placing his bag on the counter, fishing out his phone to plug in to charge. There was no reply though, Taehyung either zoned out or ignoring him on purpose, the idea of either making something dark twist in Jimin's gut, a crossroads of irritation and heat.
Brat.
Jimin loved Taehyung when he was bratty.
But being annoyed came before the fun, always, when Taehyung was like this.
"Taehyungie?"
When Taehyung snapped his head around, he looked Jimin up and down, a quick flick of his pretty eyes, the strong but delicate curve to his nose and sensual lips highlighted by the LED's from the television, boredom slashed through all those gorgeous features.
"Hmm?"
"I asked if you had a nice day."
"Mm,” Taehyung hummed, turning back to the television screen, scratching at his neck absentmindedly, and Jimin swore he saw a roll of eyes, swore he saw defiance there. “’s fine.”
No ‘how was your day?’
No ‘I missed you.’
And then Taehyung was speaking again, the words falling from his lips stunning Jimin on the spot.
“Is that slut still hanging all over you at the office?”
Jimin inhaled sharply.
Knew he shouldn’t have mentioned to Taehyung about the new intern, about Jungkook who was attractive and sweet, about Jungkook who had been so bold as to ask Jimin out for drinks and dinner, something Jimin had mentioned to Taehyung as something to have a laugh over.
They had laughed too, Taehyung ever possessive though, crawling into Jimin’s lap to kiss and make fun, so big and heavy yet fitting so perfectly across Jimin’s thighs.
“You’re mine,” Taehyung had mumbled into Jimin’s mouth, had licked into him and rolled his hips the way Jimin liked, hard and slow, his Taehyungie such a tease. “I’m not sharing you with anyone.”
So it seemed strange for Taehyung to be bringing it up again now after weeks, a perfect picture of a scorned lover on the couch, as if Jimin had done him wrong, as if he was waiting for Jimin to get on his knees and beg for forgiveness.
Jimin wasn’t one to play though, not like that, no matter how much Taehyung might pretend he wanted it.
This was their game sometimes, Taehyung being pouty and snooty and mean, acting like he wanted Jimin to beg for him, like he wanted to be in charge, be the boss, call the shots and tell Jimin what to do. It was cute too, something Jimin liked to watch, like to watch all that confidence slowly chip away as Jimin put him in place, showed Taehyung again and again, what the younger man really wanted, really needed.
Taehyung was the ultimate brat, who just needed a firm hand from time to time, and Jimin was ever willing to give it to him.
So when Jimin dropped everything, phone on the counter, coat on a chair, and slowly walked over to the couch, Taehyung stilled where he sat, like he was trying not to breathe, trying not to shiver.
It was easy to keep his footsteps slow and calculated, business shoes clacking against tile loudly, Taehyung almost flinching with each sound, and Jimin loved it, knew Taehyung loved it, the anticipation, the not-knowing of what Jimin could and would do.
Taehyung had stirred him up from the moment he’d stepped through the door, and Jimin knew this was the plan, the trap, rile Jimin up and get something from it, but Jimin didn’t mind, didn’t care, only wanted to see Taehyung’s eyes go wide, wanted to see Taehyung beg and whine for him.
When he stood before the pretty boy, his pretty, perfect Taehyungie, he took in the sight with patience, slowly, eyes dragging from his thighs upwards, Taehyung shivering from the attention.
Taehyung looked good, he always looked good, was always well dressed, paid attention to detail and accessories, liked fashion and being on top of the trends, liked his brands and his patterns and his abstract coordinations. Everything Taehyung did was eye-catching in the best way, men and women alike always staring, always wanting, Jimin always swelling with pride that Taehyung was his.
But this Taehyung, Bedtime Taehyung, that was a sight only Jimin got to see, a sight he cherished and revered.
Taehyung liked comfort just as much as he liked fashion, each a contradiction to each other, so when the sun set and they were at home, away from judgemental gazes, Taehyung dressed down.
Small shorts that showed every inch of caramel skin on those impossibly long legs, and a large, very worn shirt that was bleached by the sun. Of course it still looked stylish on him though, the tattered neckline of the poor tee falling down a smooth shoulder, the shadows in his clavicles making Jimin start to salivate.
All the muscle in Taehyung’s thighs were tensed too, and standing above him like this, Jimin could make out the outline of Taehyung’s cock, soft but getting interested, legs clenching, the fabric of his shorts shifting to make room for it.
Jimin remained slow though, really wanted Taehyung to feel the wait, wanted to see Taehyung’s big dick tenting those tiny fucking shorts before he even touched him tonight, pulling at his tie with practised precision, not blinking once.
Taehyung was starting to hunch, like a scolded puppy, like he knew he was being bad, a bad boy, like he knew he was in for a telling off.
Still, Jimin remained slow.
The whimper Taehyung let out, when Jimin straddled him, when Jimin pushed those legs apart and forced their cocks together from over cloth, was one of Jimin’s most favourite sounds in the world.
Low, needy, and maybe a little bit scared.
It was cute, the way Taehyung flinched when Jimin grabbed him by the jaw, fingers and a thumb sinking into the softness of Taehyung’s cheeks, still holding his tie in the other hand, rolling his hips just a little, enough to have Taehyung buck against him.
“It’s not nice to call people names,” Jimin cooed, squeezing a little harder, watching Taehyung’s dark lips pout forcibly, overwhelmed with the urge to bite them. “You don’t even know Jungkook, how would you know if he’s a slut?”
The mention of the other man had that naughty glint come back into Taehyung’s eyes though, so Taehyung pouted harder, his false annoyance so so obvious now, Taehyung’s arms snaking their way around Jimin’s waist, holding his boyfriend down against him.
Jimin knew he could tell Taehyung to stop, tell Taehyung off for rutting up against him like a horny dog, but he didn’t want to be too harsh on his love, especially if Taehyung needed it bad enough to stir Jimin up.
So, the decision was made to be gentle.
Try to be gentle.
It was hard because Taehyung’s hips were jerking erratically, and he wasn’t saying anything, wasn’t apologising for calling nice Jungkookie a slut, was only sitting there with his big eyes and his petulant pout, so innocent and alluring, Jimin craving to kiss him into submission.
Another squeeze to his cheeks and Taehyung whimpered sweetly.
“Why are you being bad tonight?” Jimin got right to the point, could feel from Taehyung’s twitching cock that the younger man was desperate for something, as soon as fucking possible. “Was it a hard day at work?”
The sigh of relief from Taehyung told Jimin all he needed to know.
“Yeah,” Taehyung mumbled. “Sucked.”
“Wanna talk about it?”
“Later,” Taehyung’s eyes were starting to glaze over, getting heavy and lidded, skin glowing as his cheeks flushed with pink. “This first.”
“I dunno what you want though,” Jimin teased a little, quirking his lips, sneering because he knew Taehyung liked it. “You didn’t ask for anything. I’m not a mind reader Taehyungie.”
“Jimiiiin,” Taehyung whined, whined in that husky voice of his, blinking, dark lashes fluttering. “You knooow.”
Oh.
Jimin knew.
But he still wanted Taehyung to say it though.
It was a teasing touch, Jimin running his hand down Taehyung’s cheek, his thumb skimming past pouty lips, before sliding down the side of his neck, squeezing gently.
Taehyung’s breath hitched.
Jimin knew what the younger man wanted.
But Taehyung always had to ask for it.
“Please,” Taehyung’s voice was a deep whisper, his eyes wide and pleading, arching into Jimin’s touch, his whole body shaking. “Jimin, please.”
Jimin squeezed a little harder, and Taehyung moaned like he was about to come.
“Ask me for it properly.”
Honeyed thighs were shuddering beneath Jimin, and Taehyung was panting now, his chest heaving rapidly, like he was trying to taste as much air as possible, before he would beg Jimin to steal it away.
“Choke me,” Taehyung words finally came, broken and cracked with desire, so hard in his tiny shorts, his big cock restrained painfully by the fabric. “Choke me, please.”
When Jimin went to drop his tie, to use both hands on Taehyung the way the pretty boy loved, Taehyung shook his head.
“W-with it,” he asked, he begged, a shaking mess beneath Jimin, pressed into their couch cushions. “With the tie.”
It was Jimin’s turn to gasp.
Fuck.
“With the tie?” he had to double check, had to make sure that’s what Taehyung actually said. “Taehyungie?”
“With it,” Taehyung asked again, reaching for Jimin’s hand, pulling it towards where his neck was bared, head lolled back against the couch. “Please.”
“ Fuck ,” a growl crept up Jimin’s throat, the hand still on Taehyung’s pressing harder still, and Taehyung’s hands were making quick but clumsy work between them, raising his hips to free his cock, unzipping Jimin from his work pants. “Tae, that’s fucking hot.”
It was hard to suppress a groan when Taehyung’s warm hands finally managed to free Jimin’s cock from his slacks, and it was hard to suppress a gasp when Taehyung grasped them together, Jimin feeling Taehyung’s dick twitch against his own, burning hot and slightly sticky, like the younger man had been leaking in his pajamas.
“I wanna kiss,” Taehyung whined, still leaving his throat exposed, like he was offering it to Jimin, not blinking once, just waiting patiently like a good boy. “Please?”
The loosened tie slipped over Taehyung’s head with ease, the tail of it hanging down the back edge of the couch, and Jimin pulled it, just to test, to make sure it didn’t hurt.
The black linen looked so pretty beneath Taehyung’s jaw, such a striking contrast against his flushed tanned skin, matching his swollen pupils, wide and dark and glittering. Jimin pulled on the tie harder, and Taehyung’s hand slipped down their lengths, palm warm and sweat slicked, gripping their cocks in a tight fist.
“Kiss,” Taehyung rasped, jerking them off with slow, uncoordinated strokes, lips parted, eyelids fluttering. “Jiminie, please--”
Taehyung always looked so pretty when he gave himself to Jimin like this, when he asked for Jimin to take his breath away, when he put all his trust into Jimin’s hands to give him something only Jimin could.
It was barely a kiss, when Jimin leaned forward and let their lips meet, Taehyung gasping and trying to kiss, a wet tongue resting on his lower lip, drool starting to leak down his chin as the tie was pulled harder. The rasping was getting louder, and Taehyung was wheezing, a sound that put both fear and arousal in Jimin, loving the desperate attempts to suck in air while Taehyung looked like sin itself.
Taehyung's hand was starting to falter on their cocks now, unable to keep a pace, strength leaving him slowly, and Jimin smiled at this, kissed at Taehyung’s parted lips, sucking on them, letting his tongue flick against Taehyung’s. Taehyung’s lashes were fluttering weakly too, like a dying butterfly, and Jimin knew he was close.
A little more, and Taehyung would come.
“My pretty boy,” Jimin praised him, Taehyung barely able to whimper, a fat droplet of precum leaking from the flushed head of his cock, bucking his hips as best as he could to rock their lengths into his loosening fist. “My good boy, Taehyungie.”
“C-close--” Taehyung sounded the way he sounded when he’d deepthroat, fucked out and cracking in the highs and lows of his tone, his face starting to pale, eyes rolled back into his skull. “ Close , ah--”
Taehyung was drooling like crazy, down his chin and his neck, the fabric of Jimin’s tie getting soaked, and it only took a few jerks from Jimin’s free hand around Taehyung’s cock to make him come, releasing the tie as soon as he felt that first splash of heat across his knuckles. Taehyung was gasping and moaning and using his arms to pull Jimin in, kissing him hard, wet on his lips, tears leaking down his cheeks.
“ God,” Taehyung mumbled, his voice a shattered wreck as he opened his mouth wide against Jimin’s plush lips. “God, I love you--”
“Love you,” Jimin mumbled back, breathless from Taehyung, from how fucking hot it had been to see him come like that. “Fuck.”
Colour was returning to Taehyung’s face now, and he looked gorgeous, cheeky, something mischievous hiding in the curl of his lips.
“You didn’t cum.”
“Was too busy making sure you didn’t die.”
Taehyung laughed, deep and delicious, hands running down Jimin’s spine, tilting his head. Harsh red lines adorned his throat, and it was sad to know they’d eventually fade away.
“Wanna take me to the bedroom?”
“To do what?” Jimin felt his own lips quirk, felt a craving for more kisses, for more anything, as long as he got to touch Taehyung.
Taehyung shrugged.
“You can pick something this time. Whatever you like. Since I was bad tonight.”
Hmm.
“You were bad tonight.”
“Maybe you should punish me.”
“Maybe I should.”
Taehyung giggled, and it was so cute that Jimin swore his insides would melt.
“Bedroom then?”
Jimin kissed Taehyung, and then nipped at his lips, growling a little, the world full of possibilities, full of so many things he could do to his pretty Taehyungie.
“Yes.”
Bedroom.
You’re in for a long night, Taehyung.