Vmin {Oneshot}

Warm Up the Night

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He comes to slowly, warm breath tickling in his ear, a familiar heaviness draped over his body.

Ah. Jimin.

The habit is so deeply ingrained that his arms, sluggish with sleep, come up and draw around Jimin's slightly smaller form all on their own.

What's surprising, then, is that Jimin - normally the world's heaviest sleeper - isn't a dead rock on his chest, but breathy, squirmy, and decidedly awake.

"Wake up, Tae-tae," he hears, whisper-close but somehow so far away. He groans.

Now there is giggling, and light-as-a-feather fingers walk up the side of his face, run through his hair and land at the back of his neck, where they tickle gently.

Taehyung opens his eyes reluctantly.

Darkness and Jimin curve into existence.

"Hello!" he trills, all aegyo. His breath reeks of whiskey.

"What is it?" Taehyung mumbles.

More sensations make themselves known, sharpening into awareness as he blinks into the dim bedroom.

Jimin's warm mouth kissing wetly all over his neck, and his completely unsubtle hardon pressed between their stomachs.

"Please fuck me," he begs, "I'll be so quiet." He means I know we're filming, I don't care, I want it so bad.

Well. They're not supposed to fool around on this trip; this season was supposed to be more subtle. And Jimin is almost never quiet.

"Jiminie," he sighs, "I-" and then Jimin lays one on him, wet and thick, sloppy like he always is when he's had too much to drink. Warm, soft lips envelop his completely, at a relentless pace, and it's like his brain goes offline for a minute.

Jimin lets him up for air eventually and goes back to sucking on his neck, working his tongue in that skillful way of his, and Taehyung feels any reluctance ebb away. He's always been weak for this.

No use denying it: He's wide awake and definitely, definitely interested. He smacks his lips that taste like Jimin, like whiskey, like naughty excitement in the middle of the night. He hasn't been asleep long enough for morning breath, but Taehyung thinks right now Jimin wouldn't notice or care.

Part of him - multiple parts of him - are extremely pleased to have found a warm and horny Jimin begging for it in his bed. His arms have wound themselves around Jimin's waist.

His neck is lavishing in the attention it's getting. And the rush of Jimin's kisses is still tingling in his toes. His dick is pretty much already set on this happening, but he can't resist winding Jimin up just a little bit more.

"I don't know," he says, pitching his voice high and nervous, full of doubt. Not too breathy. Sober Jimin would see through it in a heartbeat. Drunk Jimin is considerably less perceptive.

His head tilts, faint in the light coming from the hallway, and he starts crawling over him like a caterpillar. Taehyung resists the urge to laugh.

"What do you want, baby?" he purrs. The smell of whiskey swirls around them. "You want me to suck you off first?"

Taehyung does the math in his head.

The bed is warm. There's lube in his toiletries case, not too far away. His mic pack is safely in the other room and Jimin's not wearing his. The cameras shut off when he went to bed. Even if they were somehow filmed that footage would never see the light of day anyway.