innocence; vmin

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A/N: I feel like this story might be going by a bit too fast but idk :// also!!! I was too lazy to put a condom in the Spicy Scene so uhh oops. practice safe sex, kids. :)

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"Why can't you just tell me?" Taehyung whined, reaching lazily for the bag Jimin was holding up highly. He was laying down on the older's bed while Jimin sat on his legs, using their positions as leverage to tease him.

"It's a surprise," he said with a grin, enjoying the view of Taehyung's pouty face. He placed a quick kiss on the boy's lips, pulling away for a minute to admire him before reattaching himself to the younger's mouth. He arched his back as the messy kiss grew deeper, pressing his torso against Taehyung's.

A large hand found its way into the older's hair, tugging on the strands gently and earning a soft moan. Taehyung remembered what Jimin had said about "liking it rough" and decided to use that to his advantage.

With one hand still in Jimin's hair, his other traveled down his back until it reached his lower back, pulling him closer.

"Where'd this new dominant side of you come from?" Jimin giggled against his lips. "It's hot, I like it."

If he was being honest, Taehyung didn't really know what he was doing. He just did what he felt was right and, by the satisfied sounds emitting from the smaller boy's throat, he figured he was on the right track. By this point he had flipped them to where he was on top of Jimin, his hand currently rubbing the bulge in the boy's jeans.

Jimin's moans were the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. He just wanted to hear more and more of it. The sound he loved so dearly only grew louder as he picked up the speed.

"Oh, fuck," Jimin gasped, his eyes tightly shut. "Please don't stop."

"Didn't plan on it." Taehyung began kissing down Jimin's neck, deciding it was his turn to leave those dark red and purple hickeys that had now almost faded completely from his own skin. He suddenly stopped when an idea crossed his mind, almost laughing when Jimin whined at the lack of movement from his hand. "I want to see your tattoo," he whispered into the boy's ear, pulling back to see him bite his lip.

"Taehyung, if you wanted to see me naked you could have just asked." Jimin let out another giggle, Taehyung moving as he sat up. He slowly pulled up his shirt, deciding to give Taehyung a little show. After the shirt was off, he started with his jeans, tugging them down at a teasingly slow pace.

He could tell Taehyung was getting impatient by his hand that went to assist with his pants, slapping it away. "No touching until the show's over, baby," he said before finally pulling his jeans off, leaving him in only his underwear.

He crawled onto Taehyung's lap, wrapping his legs around his waist and grinding against him slowly, moving his hips in a circular motion. Taehyung's dominant facade seemed to disappear the second he felt the friction against his lower region.

The poor boy went to wrap his arms around Jimin, but only got his arm slapped again.

"That's strike two," he tsked. "One more strike and I stop."

Taehyung nodded, keeping his hands tucked behind his head as Jimin went back to work. He wanted nothing more than to just touch the boy, to trail his fingers over his toned chest and feel the smooth skin on his shoulders. He wanted to trace over the faint ridges of his spine and pull on that soft hair he loved burying his fingers into so badly. He had been longing for this all day, and now he couldn't even touch the damn boy.