UGH! / SOPE & VMIN.

TWELVE, YOU ARE GOLD.

YOU ARE GOLD.

      SOFT LIPS MARK softer skin, eliciting soft mewls and wet pants; a tongue darts out to draw patterns in glittering saliva along a tattooed torso; hands with cold rings adorning the fingers grip onto the supple peachy flesh of a thigh, teeth going to nip higher and higher, and taehyung is on cloud fucking nine.

he can't see jimin as the dark haired seducer slips under the covers, his head between taehyung's thighs, sucking blossoms into taehyung's skin. taehyung's hands thread into jimin's soft hair, tenderly, like he's touching the handlebars of his beloved new harley they rode back to jimin's flat on, and he tips his head back, his lipstick smudged lips parting to let out a quiet curse, voice hoarse, needy.

"you're pretty," jimin whispers into the crook of taehyung's knee, breath warm and ticklish. "so pretty, babe." he inhales the musky scent of taehyung's flesh deeply, going back up his leg with a trail of kisses following him. taehyung whimpers when his teeth mark the sensitive skin nearing his crotch, so needy it hurts.

"call me t-that again," he gasps out, fingers gripping at jimin's hair tightly now. he can feel jimin's smug smirk against his skin, feel his eyes burning bulletholes in him when his head comes out from underneath the bedsheets, so close to taehyung's cock that he's shaking.

"call you what? pretty? or babe?" he asks, his stubby fingers trailing up each of his thighs, the flesh soft and plump, coloured in hues of golden sunset rays, and jimin wants to immortalise the whines coming from taehyung's lips, capture them somehow in imagery, accompanied by his shaking thighs and heaving chests as he takes deep breaths, wants to keep this moment in his mind so he can replay it like a vcr.

"e-either, fuck—" jimin adores the whines, but he wants to hear taehyung moan, wants to hear him scream, wants to make honeyboy's face contort into something worthy of michelangelo's statues, wants every emotion ever experienced by someone during sex to course through taehyung's veins like hot lava. he hums, teasing flicking his tongue against the tip of taehyung's cock, and taehyung full-on chokes on a sob, a broken whimper escaping his chest, pretty boy so desperate for anything.

"hmm, you're such a babe. a pretty babe— a pretty baby," jimin smirks as he lets the last word out, and taehyung's eyes are just barely open, darkened, pupils blown, and their eye contact is so intense that taehyung's spine tingles with an ice cold shudder. "what do you want, taehyung?"

taehyung gulps, knowing he looks like a desperate slag, like some slutty girl in a short skirt and lipstick on her collar, but he couldn't fucking care less, because there's an actual adonis between his thighs and there's a look in his eyes that says he wants to ruin him. "i—i want y-you to fuck me." he feels like he's gasping for breath when jimin lets out a soft, teasing laugh, laying his head on taehyung's thigh, his hand resting dangerously close to taehyung's cock.

"aw, baby..." he learns forward, so slow you'd think this was some kinda movie, and he places an achingly soft kiss to taehyung's tip, feeling how taehyung's thighs spasm gently at the sensation. jimin's lips are so full, plump, and they feel like the softest touch taehyung's ever received, better than the rough, dominating men that shove their hands into his trousers and pull him off roughly, reducing him to tears, better than the pretty, red lipped girls with soft hands that tease him until breaking point. jimin's better than all of them combined, he's like a drink of fresh water after taehyung's been stranded in a desert he wasn't even aware he was in.

jimin looks him in the eyes, before pushing his body back up so he's face to face with taehyung, straddling his hips, and suddenly they're kissing, all hot and wet and lewd, jimin eating taehyung's moans up like they're sweet honey. it should be disgusting, the wet strands of saliva starting to trail down taehyung's chin, it should be disgusting how jimin's shoving his tongue into taehyung's mouth, thinking about his mouth being somewhere else ( imagine if their mothers could see them now ), it should all be disgusting, but in this moment, in jimin's shitty piss-poor artist's apartment, it's the most beautiful moment in the whole world.

"have— fuck— have you got, ugh, rubbers¹?" taehyung gasps between kisses, jimin having started down his neck, marking every inch of skin he can reach. jimin nods, grinding down against taehyung's leaking cock, nipping at taehyung's earlobe before he hops off the bed.

"they're in the bathroom. back in a 'mo, pretty baby." he saunters off, and taehyung's left there desperate, cock leaking against his golden stomach. he says fuck his self restraint after about 0.5 seconds ( c'mon, he's just a simple boy ), reaching for his cock and moaning brokenly at the sensation of some release, throwing back his head and baring his pretty throat. jimin stands at the door of the bathroom, condoms in hand, letting out a soft chuckle.

"needy baby," he says, watching as taehyung's eyes open and his cheeks flush, the tips of his ears going red — cute. "hands off, sweetheart: that's my job."

taehyung does as he's been told, but he whines, hands gripping the sheets. jimin smiles, settling himself over taehyung's body, pressing gentle kisses onto his face with such a soft demeanor, it's foreign to him. his hands brush taehyung's hips, feeling a pretty v-line defined by his bones, the small dips in his body; he's the most beautiful work of art jimin's ever seen.

taehyung bucks his hips unwillingly, his hand grabbing at jimin's wrist. "please— please touch me, jimin, please."

jimin smiles softly, pressing one sugary sweet kiss to taehyung's soft lips. "'course, sweetheart."

he reaches for the bottle of lubricant he'd swiped with the condoms, laying on his stomach between taehyung's long legs as he slicks up his fingers. he kisses the skin below taehyung's navel as the first finger slips in, careful and soft, not wanting any harm to come to him. taehyung's still loose from last night, he knows this, but jimin's fingers feel so spectacular and he can't find anything to complain about, a deep groan forcing its way out from his chest when jimin hits all the right spots, another finger sliding in.

"oh—oh, fuck," taehyung breathes out shakily, head tipping back. jimin's watching him with such intensity, fuck, it's all too much and he loves it. jimin kisses the soft inside of his thigh and he's floating. "j-jimin, inside, p-please, i—i can't."

"aw, pretty baby. the prettiest," jimin bites bruises into taehyung's skin and he yelps, pathetically trying to shut his thighs, and when jimin hits the sweet spot inside him, he sobs, a desperate tear sliding down his face. jimin's a fucking tease. "calm down, love," jimin says, voice deeper than it was, kissing taehyung's thigh gently to soothe him. "no crying, okay, sweetheart? g'nna make you feel good, babe."

jimin pulls his fingers out and leans up to kiss away the tear tracks on taehyung's face, and fuck, there's gotta be something wrong with him that he likes seeing taehyung all bleary eyed and desperate. after rolling on the condom, he kisses taehyung gently, guiding himself inside of the boy with a gentle push. taehyung gasps heavily, chest heaving, a small whimper leaving his bitten lips.

"ssh, ssh, love, it's alright," jimin whispers, kissing him all gently, and  this is so out of character for taehyung, so different in comparison to all the rough fucks he's been having through the years. this feels like a promise: like something beautiful could spark from it. he whines, his hands grabbing at jimin's back, and jimin thrusts all the way in. taehyung's back arches, and all he can do is take and take and take, legs spread apart wider on the bed and he doesn't care if he sounds like a slag because he's never felt more loved.

"god, you're so—" jimin's head falls to taehyung's collarbones as he builds up a slow and steady rhythm, peppering small kisses between hot pants. "you're golden. fuckin' amazing. my gorgeous baby."

taehyung just lets himself unravel in jimin's arms, not worried about anything because he feels like he's, for once, in a safe place.

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BRIT VOCAB
¹rubbers: condoms