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The Way He Moves

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It had been so easy to spot Jungkook’s friend in the club tonight, especially when Jungkook had been spouting about Kim Taehyung for months now. Jimin could finally understand why.


Taehyung was handsome, in a non-traditional way. His light brown hair ghosted his skin just above his eyes and it really made Jimin wonder if that hair was as soft as it looked. He supposed he’d get to find out soon enough.


It hadn’t taken much convincing to get Taehyung to go with him. Jimin hadn’t really planned on asking until he had seen Taehyung, his cheeks flushed, after the performance he’d been asked to do. Jimin still wasn’t sure whether he wanted to kill Jeon Jungkook or kiss him.


The drive back to Jimin’s apartment was taking too long. He was aware that it hadn’t really been that long at all, but he was starting to get impatient. He could admit that he wanted Kim Taehyung, and he wanted him now…and if the sidelong glances he was getting from Taehyung were any indication, the other wanted him just as badly.


They’d barely opened the car doors when their hands were on each other again, and Jimin couldn’t even bring himself to care that he had to lean up to kiss the other man, because Taehyung’s kisses were sinful. It was obvious to Jimin that this wasn’t the first time that Taehyung had done this, and God was he grateful.


A soft, pleasured groan escaped Jimin’s throat and was swallowed quickly by Taehyung’s mouth on his, as Jimin’s back made contact with the wall, Taehyung’s hand hitting the call button for the elevator.


They practically fell through the doors as they opened. It was hard to maintain a sense of decorum in the elevator, given that the camera’s little red light in the corner was blinking at them. That didn’t stop them from inconspicuously touching as much of themselves to each other as they could, Jimin leaning up to ghost kisses along Taehyung’s neck, leaving him breathless.


Jimin had barely managed to punch in the code for his apartment door with Taehyung sneaking a hand around his waist, running his fingers along the expanse of stomach just above the waistline of Jimin’s jeans.


They wasted no more time the second the door slammed behind them. Jimin once again found his back pressed up against a solid surface – this time the wooden panelling of his door as Taehyung was making good time in removing Jimin’s shirt.  


Taehyung ran his eyes down Jimin’s exposed body with a heated gaze. Jimin could swear he could feel the absolute want pouring off the taller male, and the way Taehyung’s hands were skimming his abs sent Jimin’s blood quickly rushing south as well.


“Enough playing, Taehyung-ah.” Jimin murmured seductively, pushing himself up against the other male. Taehyung momentarily froze in surprise, which gave Jimin the second he needed to begin removing Taehyung’s shirt.


Taehyung wasn’t built like Jimin was, but Jimin had been dancing for years. Where Jimin was hard muscle, Taehyung was soft and lean. Jimin allowed himself a moment to appreciate Taehyung’s body by running his hand down the exposed skin of his torso, stopping at the sharp planes of his hip bones.


Jimin used his position to his advantage, easing Taehyung back through the dark apartment to the bedroom. It only took a little push and Taehyung’s back hit the soft cotton of Jimin’s sheets. The owner of said sheets wasted no time in straddling the hips he had been so admiring just moments before.


Jimin trailed kisses from Taehyung’s jaw, moving down his body. He could feel the hidden muscles in Taehyungs abdomen contract as he stopped just above the waistline of his pants, eliciting deep, husky groans from the man underneath him. The deep sensuality of Taehyung’s voice sent a hot surge of want through Jimin’s veins.

“Can I have you, Taehyung-ah?” Jimin whispered against the flesh of Taehyung’s stomach.

“Enough playing, Jiminnie.” Taehyung echoed, his breathing heavy.


With quick, sure hands, Jimin undid the buttons on Taehyung’s pants, sliding them off the other man. Taehyung lifted his hips to help, making his need far more apparent. Jimin let out a low hum of appreciation as all of Taehyung was exposed to him. He felt, rather than heard Taehyung laugh. This wasn’t the first time he’d been appreciated like this, but it was so much better when the noises were spilling from Jimin’s lips like rain spilling from the sky.


It was Taehyung’s turn to let a gasp escape him as Jimin lowered his head to Taehyung’s length, taking him in completely.

“F-fuck…Jimin…” Taehyung stuttered breathlessly as Jimin began to gently suck at the heated flesh, lightly scraping his teeth along the underside of Taehyung’s shaft as he did so. Taehyung involuntarily bucked his hips, causing Jimin to smile around him before he released Taehyung.


The sudden loss of contact was almost criminal to Taehyung, and he promptly let Jimin know so.

“Patience, Taehyung-ah.” Jimin practically cooed before he dipped his head back down, this time using only his tongue to pleasure his companion. He ran his tongue along the tip of Taehyung’s hardness, licking up the liquid that was already beginning to pool there.


“God, Jimin…” Taehyung breathed, his voice heavy with desperation. “I t-thought we were done playing.”

“What is it you want Taetae?” Jimin answered back. He was being facetious and he knew it. He knew exactly what Taehyung wanted, and to be frank, he was more than ready to oblige. The look of Taehyung laying, flushed, underneath him was driving him closer to the edge, and he’d barely even touched him yet.


“You know what I want.” Taehyung answered, sitting up and placing his hands on Jimin’s belt, making short work of removing it. Removing Jimin’s jeans was a harder task to accomplish because who wore pants that fucking tight?


Jimin let out a low moan as his own erection was released from its confines.


It took all of a moment for Jimin to locate the small bottle he kept in the first drawer of his night stand. He uncapped it and spread the fluid over his fingers, making sure to coat them well.

“Are you ready?” He asked.


The small nod from Taehyung was all the encouragement Jimin needed.


He teased the other’s entrance before inserting a finger, giving Taehyung some time to adjust before he began stretching him. When Taehyung’s gasps of discomfort changed, Jimin added a second finger, and then, when Taehyung was ready, a third.


“Jimin…I need you.” Taehyung practically whimpered. “J-just…just fuck me already damn it.”


At Taehyung’s instruction, Jimin withdrew his fingers. The feel of the lubricant on Jimin’s hot flesh added to his pleasure as he aligned himself with Taehyung’s entrance. He eased in slowly, giving Taehyung time to adjust around him, until he was completely sheathed in the man beneath him.


Their pace was slow at first, giving them time to find their rhythm, their bodies locking together.


“Taehyung-ah, you feel so good.” Jimin moaned, increasing the pace they had set. Taehyung wasn’t going to complain.

“I’m not a doll, Jiminnie. I won’t break.” Taehyung reminded him, bringing his hips up to bury Jimin in even deeper. Jimin, temporarily unable to form a sentence just pushed into Taehyung harder, faster until the both of them were a mess of pants and moans, the only sound filling the air, other than the slide of skin against skin.


Jimin attached his lips to the side of Taehyung’s neck, making sure that he left a mark, as he reached his hand down to pump Taehyung’s neglected length.

“J-Jimin…” Taehyung stuttered, and that was all the indication Jimin needed to know that Taehyung was close to the edge.

“Y-yeah.” Jimin panted “Me too. Cum for me, Taehyung-ah…”


A few more strokes of Jimin’s deft hand and Taehyung did exactly that, Jimin’s name falling from his lips, his seed spilling over his hand.


The feel of Taehyung’s walls tightening around him as he climaxed brought Jimin to his own, thrusting into Taehyung as he rode it out, whispering Taehyung’s name as he did so.


Jimin pulled out of Taehyung as their high wore off. He reached for something to clean them up with, his hands skimming an old shirt. It would have to do. He cleaned them both up carefully, making sure not to irritate Taehyung’s sensitive skin. He threw the shirt aside when he was done, wrapping an arm securely around Taehyung’s waist.


“Stay…please.” He said quietly at Taehyung’s enquiring look.


Because whatever they had had between them tonight – it was going to be more than a one-time thing.