Jimin's Pet • PJM

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"happy together" cover by spin

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"i think about you day and night its only right"

"i cant see me loving no body but you for all my life"

"me and you and you and me no matter how they toss the dice it had to be, the only one for me is you and you for me, so happy together"

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"I'm sorry Sir." Jimin felt the roll of tension through Tae's body and he dragged a finger across his throat, a sensual line.

That delicious thump of Tae's pulse was exciting, but he still felt rattled from Irene. He'd worked  hard to not be so involved with her lately. He certainly wasn't free from her hold but at least she ignored him and let him be with Tae. She only dragged him into her bed on the rare occasion, special instances she'd always say with a smile on her perfect lips that tilted his stomach.

"Go choose your punishment." Jimin turned his back knowing that his boyfriend would do exactly what he was told.

He didn't need to watch Tae rise from the floor and walk toward the bed in the center of the room. He heard him pulling one of the wide dark cherry drawers open beneath the tall bed, then soft shuffle of paddles, floggers, whips, and canes moving. Jimin counted to ten and turned, Tae stood very still holding a green leather whip in one hand.

"That's unexpected." Jimin languidly covered the distance wondering if Tae was trying to challenge him. He didn't know him to be so bold, usually choosing a soft flogger or a cloth covered paddle.

"Should I choose something else Sir?" Tae extended it and Jimin took it tossing it onto the bed.

"No. Strip." He sat on its firm surface and watched as Tae slowly removed his t shirt and sweats.

This was supposed to be a romantic night, he'd planned a movie, take out, a long hot bath, making love. And now he was keyed up and irritated at Irene. He had zero desire to train her sister, female subs weren't even his thing. Honestly, his only thing was Kim Taehyung. He'd never loved someone so much, never saw a future with anyone.

He'd long thought he was ruined for everyone else. An empty cavern where his heart was supposed to be beating, but somehow Tae changed that. Those long graceful fingers had torn through his ribs and found it pulsing, red, alive, for him.

He let himself be distracted, Tae's body was beautiful, long lean limbs with the slight curve of muscles beneath tan skin. He admired the soft contour of his belly and knew exactly how it felt to bite against it or lay his cheek against just there while they watched a movie.

Jimin dropped back to the floor and knelt opening a second drawer and retrieved a long green silk rope, neatly tied. At least it would match the whip, it was close to Christmas, the red marks on his skin soon would be very festive. He almost sighed at the morbid thought, this line of thinking closer to the wretched Irene than the man he wanted to be for his love.