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After a few minutes of silence, during which Taehyung doesn’t break eye contact, Jimin nods timidly, his thighs twitching at the mere idea of feeling Taehyung’s hot breath against them.
Taehyung gives Jimin enough time to light his joint and prepare himself mentally for the sensations to come. They both take a deep breath.
“Tell me if it’s too much.”
Jimin nods again as he slowly spreads his legs, his wet pussy dripping on the sofa. He wonders, somewhere in the back of his mind, how they will clean it, but then remembers that they’ve done way worse than that on the sofa. Alcohol doesn’t taste the same when it comes out.
Taehyung’s hands feel cold on his heated skin, and they stick a bit because of the sweat. It’s not like in the porn movies they watch, they’re not perfectly dressed, there’s nothing perfectly timed. Sometimes, they’re both silent, looking into each other’s eyes to ask silently if it’s still okay, like Taehyung right now. Jimin hasn’t memorized any lines to say to his friend, doesn’t have any camera pointed at him, but he still blushes when Taehyung licks his lips.
He still whines and hides his face when he feels the hot breath against his pussy, even though he felt so much more a few minutes ago.
“I’ll start…”
“Just do it already…”
Taehyung pushes Jimin’s thighs apart as far as they can go and holds them down. His tongue is on Jimin’s clit before the poor man even has time to understand what’s happening, and he almost lets go of his joint, letting a cry escape his lips.
“Ah! F-fuck….Oh God…”
It feels like Heaven. No. No, it feels like too much at the same time, he’s already so close, so sensitive. His free hand finds its way in Taehyung’s hair and he holds it, forcing his friend closer, closer until the tip of his tongue breaches through his vagina and yeah...He sees stars.
“God...fuck Tae...Please… s’too much…” He babbles, but still doesn’t let go, still doesn’t push him away.
Taehyung will come in his pants if it goes on like that. He’s already hard again, just because Jimin sounds like a fucking porn actor with the sounds he makes.
Jimin almost sobs, he fucking almost sobs when Taehyung stops licking his cunt. He looks down to see his cunt covered in spit, in his best friend’s spit. He can feel his pussy clench just because of the thought.
“Ah...Tae...fuck…”
“Fuck?”
Jimin giggles, handing the joint to Taehyung before closing his eyes.
“How can I...find...that magic spot?” He asks after a moment of silence, during which Taehyung has one hand loosely closed around his own cock. He knows Jimin is tired, exhausted, maybe his soul already left his body.
“Can you…”
“Do you want me to finger you again?”
“Hmh...it wasn’t the same…wasn’t as strong...right now…”
Jimin can swear he hears Taehyung growl. Jimin is currently wondering if sounds can get pregnant.
“Let’s...go somewhere a bit more comfortable...what do you think?”
“If you carry me…” Jimin laughs, but Taehyung takes his words as an order and he’s soon lifted off the sofa.
“Can you...tell me before you do such things?? I almost dropped the joint...what would you say if the sofa was ruined because you can’t be gent- Ouch!”
Jimin doesn’t have time to finish complaining because he’s been thrown on the bed, and Taehyung is already on him, his lips a few breaths away from his.
“You really love complaining, don’t you?”
Jimin huffs, his eyes crossed on Taehyung’s lips, waiting for something to happen, but Taehyung just steps back and Jimin swallows a whine.
“I’ll show you where your spot is. Make you crazy with it.”
“Shut up…”
“Wait, you’re right. You’re already crazy for me…”
“I’ll make you eat that joint if you don’t sh-”
Taehyung looks up, two fingers deep in Jimin’s already loose cunt. Fuck..fuck fuck fuck...this is so hot, so wet, he almost feels it around his cock. Fuck, he wants to feel it again, fuck Jimin again into the matress. He can feel his cock twitch, knows there’s precum oozing from the tip and his whole body is heated by those thoughts, by those memories.
“M-more…” He hears Jimin moan, and adds a third finger. He wants to kill him, his best friend’s plan is to moan to him until he dies of a pleasure overdose.
“Jimin...would you look at yourself…” He says in a teasing tone, but they both know they’re already so desperate for more…
“P-please...wanna cum...wanna f-feel...wanna feel the glitters…”
And Taehyung would laugh if he wasn’t so close. But Jimin comes first. Well, it goes pretty fast when Taehyung curls his fingers up into Jimin’s soft spot, and Jimin yelps in surprise before he orgasms hard. Hard enough that Taehyung’s whole hand is wet.
His whole hand.
Fuck.
“Jimin...you squirted...you fucking...wow…” Taehyung breathes, staring down at his hand.
“Jimin you are the hottest person I have ever known.”
Jimin is breathing hard, his chest heaving and his mouth opened. His eyes are closed, and the sweat from his forehead caught onto his lashes. Or are those tears?
“Are you...alright?”
“Jimin? Are you still with me?”
“Hey...this isn’t funny…”
“Fuck...wait...just...wait...I saw Heaven...let me...just wait…”
Taehyung chuckles, kissing Jimin’s thigh, seeing it twitch from just that little contact.
“Can I...cum on your face while I wait?”
“You’re...disgusting.”
“Is that a yes?”
“I refuse to explicitly agree to your gross ideas…”
It is a yes. Jimin can feel the bed dip near his head where Taehyung kneels. He doesn’t bother opening his eyes, doesn’t want to see the underside of the gross...apendice Taehyung has between his legs.
It doesn’t take long for Taehyung to come all over his face, and Jimin is sure he targeted his mouth in particular, because he can feel most of it land on his lips. He doesn’t complain, even licks his lips just to hear Taehyung choke on his breath.
“Fuck...i wanna cum in your mouth so bad now…”
“Too late.”
“Next time.”
Jimin opens one eye, his breath coming out a bit faster. “Next time?”
Taehyung nods.
Jimin laughs breathely.
Then stops smiling all over. “Will there really be a next time?”
“Of course, why?”
“Don’t you think it’s gross...to be a boy and...have a pussy? I mean, it was fun this time but…”
“Can you please shut up if it’s to say nonsense?”
Jimin frowns, a pout appearing on his lips. “M’not saying nonsense…”
“No...sorry. I know what you mean, but I’m your best friend, I wouldn’t ever hurt you just to have sex...I wouldn’t ever hurt you, period. If you want to do it again, I’ll be there, and if you don’t...I’ll be there.”
Jimin blushes, looking away.
“Tae?”
“Hm?”
“You are so lame, but you’re the best person I’ve ever had in my life.”
“I’m not the one who said...let me quote, “I wanna feel glitters.”.”
“Tae?”
“Hm?”
“We are not best friends anymore.”
“Oh, you know, we can be boyfriends, sex friends, friends...colleagues…”
“Tae?”
“Hm?”
“Kiss me.”
Taehyung doesn’t need to be asked twice. He doesn’t need to be asked at all, actually. He would jump on Jimin on any occasion.
His lips taste like tears, salty yet so soft, so appealing. Taehyung could stay there, pressed against his lean body for hours, until they melt into each other. It’s so hot in that room, it’s so hot and wet, and their bodies slide like their tongues do, as they touch each other like they’ve been craving it. Fuck, it feels so good to be so close.
It’s like they’re a puzzle coming into pieces, it’s like Taehyung’s tongue had to be inside Jimin’s mouth, licking around, tasting him, and it’s like Jimin’s nails had to dive into Taehyung’s back, scratch the skin desperately. He’s so sensitive, but he wants more, wants Taehyung inside him again, again until he cries, until it hurts.
“Fuck…” Jimin can hear Taehyung mumble against his mouth, his hands going down to spread his legs, cock already half hard between his legs. And Jimin feels something, something like pride because he did that, he’s the one who makes Taehyung go crazy.
“You’ll be my death, Jimin...you’ll be the end of me…” He chuckles breathlessly, and Jimin blushes, but doesn’t look away. He wants to see the face Taehyung does when he’s as desperate as he is.
“If you let me rest for...I would say a day, we can...you know…”
“A day would be torture…” Taehyung whines, but Jimin knows he understands. It was his first time, he can’t go at it for hours on end.
“I’m sure you can make it….you can alway...use my...my thigh...I mean if you want, you really don’t have to, oh God now that I think about it it’s just a stupid idea, this was so dumb, please close your ears and forget I said that!”
Taehyung stares at him for a second before exploding in a fit of laughter, to which Jimin pouts and crosses his arms.
“Don’t mock me...I know it was dumb. I just thought because...I thought...and I shouldn’t think…”
Taehyung doesn’t say anything, but closes Jimin’s thighs, and Jimin looks up at him with curiosity in his eyes.
“I always wanted to try that.”
“What’s is “that”?”
“That thing where you fuck someone’s thighs. Like...it has a name. I’ll check it after we’re done.”
“Oh…” Is all Jimin answers.
Taehyung then looks around.
“Lube...lube…”
“Last time I checked...not that I ever needed to use it, hehe, but it was in the bathroom.”
“You know I know you touch yourself, right...and I know you know I do.”
“No...I don’t. But it’s in the bathroom.”
“Can you wait for me like that?”
Jimin nods, bringing his knees closer to his chin, and Taehyung stares a bit too long at his pussy glistening. How he wants to fuck into it again. It’s not like he’s a superhuman, and he’s sure that after he came one last time, he’ll be spent, but Jimin is just...Jimin. Yeah, it’s a good enough answer.
Taehyung comes back a few seconds later, a bottle of lube in one hand, a towel in the other...for after, he thinks.
Jimin hasn’t moved but has closed his eyes, breathing deeply, and Taehyung can see his cunt clench occasionally. He must be so sensitive, Taehyung almost feels sorry for that.
“It’s the last time… I won’t last long.”
“Hmh…” Jimin sounds sleepy,like he’s about to fall asleep with Taehyung fucking his thighs.
“Is it still okay?”
Jimin nods, cracking one eye open, smiling at his friend. Taehyung smiles too and kneels on the bed, his cock hard and eager to finally know how it feels to be in between someone’s legs. Jimin’s thighs are meaty, they should feel good.
And God, they do. Taehyung gives one shy thrust, checking on Jimin to see if he feels any discomfort.
“This okay?”
“Yeah...It’s...it’s weird…”
“Weird?”
“Yeah...because like...you’re thrusting and I feel it and….and my cunt...like…”
Jimin doesn’t finish his sentence, he’s already so red just thinking about it. Taehyung doesn’t force the words out, just smiles a bit bigger, because he understood.
“You’re so hot, Jimin.”
“I feel so hot, Tae…” he whispers for an answer, and Taehyung wishes he could kiss him in that position.
And as Taehyung said earlier, he doesn’t last long, cuming on Jimin’s stomach, painting it white.
“It’s hot…” Jimin breathes, as if he came with Taehyung.
“Yeah…” Taehyung is not sure if he’s talking about the sensations or the situation, but yeah to both anyway.
Taehyung grabs the towel he left near them on the bed to quickly wipe his cum off Jimin’s stomach.
“Was it okay? Or too much? You’d tell me, right, if I went too fast, or too far...or...if you were uncomfortable?”
“It was perfect, Tae...my best...first time…” Jimin closes his eyes. “I’m in need of cuddles from my best friend…”
Taehyng doesn’t wait and immediately jumps on top of Jimin, hiding his face in the older’s neck.
“I love you lots, Min, you’re the best…”
Jimin laughs, hugging Taehyung close against him. They’re both sweating, it’s gross but it feels good, relaxing.
“Love you too baby bear. You were so good to me...I’m glad it was you.”