Remember

Ta[k]e Out

"What?" Jimin asked, looking up at Taehyung who had already begun to unbutton his shirt after taking the black sweater off. "Fuck you?" He scoffed. "I'm not having a one night stand with you." Taehyung stopped unbuttoning the white collared shirt, 4 already undone.

"Why not?" He titled his head. "You said you'd want to kiss me and do more. More meaning sex, correct?"

"Yes, but-" Taehyung cut Jimin off.

"What are you making excuses for?" He questioned. "Just do it. I'm letting you." Taehyung moved closer to him, their faces too close for Jimin's liking.

"I'm not doing this Taehyung," Jimin was about to walk out, but Taehyung grabbed him by the waist. His long arm slid over the front, cupping his thigh with the other hand.

"I want you," Taehyung growled into his ear, being the usually dominant one. Jimin turned around, Taehyung's arm still wrapped around him. "Please." Jimin's face flushed a bright red at his begging before leaning in and kissing Taehyung softly on the lips. His feelings had caved in. Jimin pulled back, but Taehyung removed the hand gripping Jimin's thigh to force his lips back onto his own, desperate to feel his lips again. Jimin's small hands caressed Taehyung's cheek, then slowly began to move to the back of his neck and then tangled in his hair. "My bedroom," Taehyung whispered.

"Where is it?" Jimin asked, but Taehyung picked the smaller boy up and carried him up to the second floor. He set Jimin down to open the door and then grabbed his hand, pushing him in. "Taehyungie, I'm still not sure," Jimin's eyes were big and glossy, insecurity written all over his face.

"Chim, trust me," Taehyung held his hands. "Tell me if it hurts." Jimin's face still showed his uncertainty, but Taehyung knew he could make him feel good. Taking the elder's jeans off, he proceeded with his own. Jimin's blue boxers with tiny whales on them made Taehyung chuckle as he slid them off.

"Don't laugh," Jimin pouted.

"Sorry," Taehyung kissed his nose. "It just makes you that much cuter." Jimin blushed again, oblivious to the fact his half erected penis was now out in the open. Taehyung blew at the tip of Jimin's penis, the length flinching as he did. "Very sensitive, aren't you?" Taehyung laughed. He got up, pulling his own pants and boxers down before turning back to Jimin. "Suck," he commanded. Jimin switched his position, still on the bed, with his body laid out flat as he was face to face with Taehyung's penis.

He used his left hand to grab it, slowly pumping it. His right hand massaged his balls, and Jimin wrapped his mouth around Taehyung's tip, grazing it ever so slightly with his teeth. Before Taehyung could say anything, Jimin pulled it out and went back in, putting the whole thing in his mouth. He used both his hands to take care of the rest of the length where his gag reflex prevented his from reaching, once in a while using his hands to start massaging his balls again. Taehyung groaned Jimin's name, his long fingers harshly pulling his hair to shove his dick further in. Jimin gagged, his eyes watering, but hearing Taehyung's tell him how good he was, he didn't stop yet. He continued to suck, the wet noises making both of them only that much more aroused. Taehyung's groans got louder as Jimin choked on his massive length, moving his head a bit to get Taehyung's dick as far down as he could. Jimin's sight began to get blurry, his vision slowly going out of focus with black spots covering it. Once Taehyung saw tears begin to slip out of Jimin's eye, he pulled himself out. "Why didn't you tap out?" He asked, worried. Jimin coughed, trying to catch his breath.

"You sounded so pleased," Jimin wiped the spit off of his face. "I didn't want to stop."

"Jimin, I said to tell me if it hurts, okay?" Jimin nodded cutely, waiting for Taehyung's next move. Taehyung pumped himself a few times, using Jimin's saliva as a lubricant. "Turn over."