Providence of the Universe

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Jimin bites down on his lower lip.

"Lube?" He asks, leaning forward and capturing Taehyung’s lips in a kiss.

It seems to distract him because he groans against his mouth and kisses back sloppily, desperately. He's a mess but Jimin enjoys it. He feels just as desperate for him. When he leans back and grins at him, Taehyung chuckles to himself, cheeks blushing slightly and shaking his head.

"Yeah, I um..." he trails off. He clears his throat. "Under the center table," he whispers.

Jimin cocks an eyebrow, slowly getting off his lap and turning around. Sure enough, under the center table, there's a bottle of lube. He picks it up and moves back onto Taehyung’s thighs, tilting his head to the side.

"Can I know why there's lube on your living room floor?" He asks, opening the bottle and pouring some on his fingers. "Did you have fun recently, hm?" He goes on, teasing because Taehyung’s cheeks are still red and it's giving Jimin ideas.

When he wraps his fingers around Taehyung’s cock again, the older one sighs and leans his head back once more.

"Fuck," he mutters, chest heaving and eyes turning heavy lidded.

Jimin places a hand on his hip to stop him from moving and slowly moves his hand up and down his cock, taking his time at making Taehyung feel good.

"Did you?" He asks, pressing his lips to his jaw and moving down over his neck, mouthing at his skin gently, just enough to have Taehyung on edge.

And the older one tangles fingers in his hair, keeping him close, his other hand moving to the low of his back, pressing him closer.

"Yeah," he mumbles distractedly, right against Jimin's ear.

"When?" He asks. "You were on a trip," Jimin whispers. "Did you leave it there, just like that? Knowing I could find it?"

"I forgot," Taehyung manages to reply, a moan leaving his lips before he can continue. Jimin strokes him a bit faster, fingers sliding effortlessly against the sensitive skin. "I-fuck. Jimin ," he whines, muscles pulling when he arches his back and starts moving his hips again.

"Tell me," Jimin whispers, letting his fingers loose, not applying much pressure to Taehyung’s hard cock. The older one whimpers, pleading gaze meeting Jimin's.

"Before I left," he blurts out. "The last night I was here."

Jimin knows it's a risky thing to ask but he wants to asks, anyway.

"Did you touch yourself?" He asks, slowly. Taehyung nods, jerking his head forward as if he can barely focus enough to do it. "What were you thinking about when you were touching yourself, hm?"

Taehyung’s hands fall to Jimin's thighs and he rubs up and down. It seems to be that it's a gesture to calm himself down. Jimin smiles. He looks overwhelmed and Jimin likes that, he likes that Taehyung is so affected because he's always so calm and collected, he always seems to know what to say but right now, he's at his mercy, desperate to get whatever Jimin is willing to give him.

"I just-" he tries, gasping when Jimin tightens his hold again and picks up the pace, thumb rubbing over the head of his cock as his hand reaches the top. "I'm sorry," he blurts out.