Archive of Our Own

"You ready, baby?"

Jimin's voice carries through the apartment, clear and ringing over the music quietly trickling from the phone sitting on the edge of the sink. It makes Taehyung pause in the act of applying his lip gloss, the corners of his mouth twitching up into a smile of their own accord as he pulls the wand away just in time to avoid smearing the shimmery product onto his face. A few seconds later, there's a subtle knock on the bathroom door, and Taehyung reaches out to lower the volume as he clears his throat.

"Just a minute, I'm almost done."

He can hear Jimin lean against the door on the other side, the subtle creak of wood as his weight shifts onto it; can hear the smile in his voice when he murmurs, quiet and sweet now, "take your time. I'll call for a cab, yeah?"

"Okay," Taehyung smiles, biting at his lip. The taste of lip gloss is tangy on his tongue as he listens to Jimin walk away, and he lets out a long breath as he steps back from the mirror to get a better look at himself.

He's quite satisfied with his make up today: the subtle shine of the gloss, the highlighter he'd dusted onto his cheekbones earlier. The hint of eye shadow clinging to the corners of his eyes, making his gaze more intense even as he pouts playfully at himself.

Pretty, he knows Jimin would say, and moves to run a hand through his curly locks to tousle them just a little more. Jimin's pretty baby.

Taehyung smiles to himself again, a quiet laugh escaping past the fingers he presses to his lips.

His new slacks sit nicely on his body, he notes, smooth and fitted and flattering, but most importantly - hiding what's underneath from view. He can feel the satin, the straps, clinging to his skin, but can't see the outlines even when he twists his body this way and that. The only hint that he might be hiding something more is the black of his camisole barely shining through his white dress shirt. It could be mistaken for a simple undershirt, but Taehyung knows Jimin won't be fooled.

Something giddy bubbles up in his chest as he drags his hand over his shirt, where the delicate fabric sits against his skin. He looks good, he has to admit - feels good, as he stares at his own reflection, anticipation simmering in his stomach. Jimin's going to love his surprise.

Jimin is waiting for Taehyung by the front door, in the act of pulling on his jacket when he catches sight of him, and stops.

"Wow," he breathes out, one arm through the sleeve and the other held at an awkward angle behind him as he runs his gaze over Taehyung.

It's enough to prompt an amused chuckle out of Taehyung, even as his cheeks heat up under the scrutiny. "Stay still, I need to-"

He digs his phone out of his pocket, quick as a flash, and snaps a picture of his boyfriend's gobsmacked face before the other has time to recover. 

Jimin lets out a huff of breath, lips drawing into a pout as he shrugs his jacket on. "More blackmail material, huh?"

"No," Taehyung grins, waving his phone, "Gonna send this to the guys free of charge."

All Jimin does in reply is raise an eyebrow and shrug his shoulders, and then he's walking closer.

"I can already hear Jungkookie's fake gagging," Taehyung continues, but it comes out quiet when Jimin steps up to him, hands gripping onto his arms and pulling him closer.

His boyfriend gives him a look, then, warm like water barely boiling, like smoldering fire, and Taehyung swallows his grin.

"Baby," Jimin murmurs. His hands travel up to Taehyung's shoulders, and then he's reaching up to press a kiss to his lips. "You look beautiful."

Taehyung breathes out, short and stuttered, a little shy. "Thank you."

Jimin tilts his head with a hum, gazing up at him through his lashes as his fingers tickle at the back of Taehyung's neck playfully before travelling lower. Taehyung can feel his breath, hot and heavy on his skin, as those familiar hands roam across his sides like they're searching for something, and he bites his lip in an effort to keep his grin in check.

"Taehyung," Jimin hums, fingertips playing over where the lace of his camisole stands in relief over his skin; his voice is husky, low, and Taehyung lets himself melt into his touch, just a little, before pulling away with a teasing smile. Jimin tries to follow, hands reaching for him again, but he shakes his head with a cheeky grin and steps away again.

"Aren't you hungry?" he asks, innocent as he can muster. "I'm starving, love, let's go eat."

"Yeah," Jimin agrees. He steps back slowly, eyes burning as he lets his gaze roam across Taehyung's form, but then he smiles and some of the intensity is gone.  "I'm a good boy, I can wait for dessert."

Taehyung purses his lips, the urge to laugh sudden and strong, but one look at the goofy grin on Jimin's face has him cracking - his laughter comes out loud, almost covering Jimin's lighter giggles.

"That was so bad, Jimin- "

"You love me," Jimin declares proudly as he turns around and heads towards the door. "That means you have to suffer through my sex-as-food metaphors, no matter how awful."

Taehyung hums noncommittally as he bends down to put on his shoes; when he stands back up Jimin is leaning against the door, eyebrows raised expectantly. 

"Yes, yes," he sighs, rolling his eyes; his boyfriend grins at him brightly, "they really are quite awful."

"Shut up," Jimin laughs, leaning over to slap at Taehyung's arm gently. "Just say it, you menace."

Taehyung smiles, amused, as he finishes buttoning his jacket and steps up to Jimin. He leans in to press a kiss to his cheek. "I love you."

"That's right," Jimin agrees. "Now c'mon, the cab's waiting!"

The air outside is chilly, the winter cold settling in and making their breaths puff up in little clouds as they rush to get into the car, but Jimin's hand in his is enough to warm Taehyung to the bones.

Jimin has picked the restaurant well. Atmospheric and intimate, cozy without feeling shabby, it's exactly the kind of place Taehyung enjoys. And the food - god, the food is amazing as well.

His stomach full, Taehyung heaves a happy sigh as he sits back in his chair and lifts his glass to sip at his drink. There's a live band playing smooth jazz in the corner, the lighting turned down low as the evening slowly turns into night; it makes Taehyung feel kind of like he's in a movie, one of those black-and-white ones with glamorous starlets, and he hides his giddy smile behind his glass.

When he turns back towards Jimin, it's to find the man looking at him.

"What?" he asks, almost out of habit, his cheeks colouring as Jimin continues to stare silently. There's this look in his eyes, one Taehyung knows well after almost seven years; one that hasn't gotten old yet, and Taehyung hopes it never will.

Because the way Jimin looks at him, like he's the only thing in the room worth looking at, never fails to take his breath away.

"Just looking," Jimin finally murmurs. He's resting his cheek on his palm, his free hand playing with his wine glass, and smiling. 

It's sweet, Jimin's smile, and Taehyung finds himself longing for a taste.

"At what?" he asks instead. His voice comes out hushed, a little hoarse, and he clears his throat quietly as he holds Jimin's warm gaze with his.

"The love of my life," Jimin says, and it's warm, and it's sweet, and it's gentle. It's Jimin.

Taehyung lets out an unsteady breath, lowering his glass so he can reach out for Jimin's hand; they meet somewhere in the middle, fingers lacing together like they were always meant to do so. Maybe they were.

"Romantic," he accuses, as the band's vocalists croons about love in the background, and Jimin shrugs a little as he smiles.

"I try."

"And succeed," Taehyung allows with a little smile of his own. "I'm going to have to come up with something amazing for the next date night."

"Baby," Jimin says, fond, "you know I love doing anything with you. We could stay at home watching anime all day and I'd love it."

"As if that's such a sacrifice, you're as much of a weeb as I am."

Jimin groans playfully. "What I'm saying is, I don't care what we do. The fact that you planned it means I'll enjoy it anyway."

Taehyung hums, thoughtful, as he thinks about what he has planned for tonight. He lifts his free hand up to his chest, running his fingers over the hidden neckline of the camisole, and is pleased to see Jimin's gaze drop to follow the movement. He bites his lip when he looks up again and Taehyung finds himself copying the gesture in an effort to stifle his smile.

"I think you're right," he says, and lets his finger trail down over the line of buttons on his shirt. "I do know what you like."

Jimin's gaze is heated enough to send a rush of warmth  through Taehyung's body. "Yes, you do."

They leave soon after. Taehyung finds himself with Jimin's arm wrapped around his waist as soon as he gets up, and he lets his boyfriend cop a subtle feel before slinking from his grasp and towards the exit.

He can feel Jimin's gaze burning into his back as he leads the way and can't help but smile to himself, a silly kind of giddiness making his steps light. He loves it, riling Jimin up like this - knows he's being a tease, and enjoys every second of it.

The ride home feels longer, somehow, with Jimin's gaze heavy on the side of his face as he stares out of the window. Jimin's hand, heavy, where it comes to rest on his thigh, fingertips dragging over the fabric of his pants to discover the straps of his garter underneath.

"Baby," Jimin murmurs, leaning close to speak into his ear; keeps his tone low, his words private. For Taehyung alone. "I want you so bad."

His words bring a flush to Taehyung's face even as he grins, pleased.

"I thought you were a good boy," he mumbles back, heart light when Jimin laughs, when his fingers squeeze a little tighter.

"Maybe I'm done being good," is all Jimin says in reply before drawing back again.

He doesn't let go of Taehyung until they get out of the cab.

They make their way inside their apartment with little rush - considering Jimin's wandering hands and burning gaze, Taehyung is a little surprised, but there is a weight to the air between them that feels comfortable, unhurried, familiar .

It makes Taehyung's stomach curl pleasantly in anticipation as they stand side by side in the elevator, as Jimin digs out the keys to let them in. As they take their time removing their coats and shoes, and move as one towards the bedroom. Jimin pauses in the middle of the room to unbuckle his belt, pulling the length of it off in one smooth motion and setting it aside before he finally steps up to Taehyung.

They share a moment of silence, as Jimin runs his gaze over Taehyung's form, as Taehyung does the same. One more moment to take in the effort his boyfriend has put into dressing up, before it'll all come undone.

It's Taehyung, in the end, who breaks the moment; steps up to Jimin, hands finding the slender curve of his waist as he leans in. Presses their lips together gently, softly, the barest whisper of a kiss before returning for something more. Jimin grips onto Taehyung as he leans into it, presses closer still and opens up to him, lets himself unfold in Taehyung's arms with a quiet sigh.

After so many years, Taehyung still feels butterflies when he kisses Jimin.

They make their way to the bed slowly, never separating for more than a second; a slow dance, a little clumsy and a lot heated, but all their own. Taehyung's fingers find the buttons of Jimin's shirt and start undoing them even as he almost trips over his own feet, even as he leans in to kiss him again, and again, until the backs of his legs hit the edge of the bed and he can sit down.

Jimin's quick to follow, climbing into his lap as he shrugs off his shirt, and for a moment Taehyung lets himself get lost in the heat of his mouth, his bare skin. He pauses only when Jimin goes to undress him too.

"This okay, baby? You wanna show me what pretty things you've been hiding?" Jimin asks, voice sweet like he can tell Taehyung feels suddenly, inexplicably shy - and he probably can. The thought makes Taehyung smile as he gives the slightest nod in agreement.

It reminds him of the first time they did this. The first time he showed Jimin all the pretty and delicate things he so loved to wear, shared this part of himself with the man he loved.

He'd been terrified, then, had suddenly felt too big, too awkward in the silk and satin and lace that should have been familiar on his skin - until Jimin had pulled him in, showered him with praises, reminded him that he could be just as pretty and delicate as the things he liked to wear.

He can feel heat in his cheeks, his neck, knows he must be blushing vividly, but Jimin's hands on his shirt are familiar, the kiss on his cheek reassuring, and he remembers.

"Beautiful," Jimin says, quiet, as he pushes Taehyung's shirt off his shoulders to reveal the black camisole underneath. It's a new piece, added to his collection only a few weeks before their date, and Jimin hasn't seen it before.

Black lace wraps around his chest in a band that doesn't leave much for the imagination - his nipples peeking through in a way that would feel much too crude in any other situation - with solid black straps hooking over his shoulders to keep it in place. The lower half is sheer black fabric that clings to the curves of his stomach and back, covering his skin in a way he knows Jimin's won't be able to resist.

Sure enough, his boyfriend is soon climbing off his lap, kneeling down on the floor between his legs so he can nuzzle into his stomach. It makes Taehyung giggle under his breath, ticklish, and he brings his hand to rest on the back of Jimin's head just in case the man gets any ideas.

"Lovely," Jimin hums into the soft of Taehyung's stomach, and in return Taehyung runs his fingers through his hair.

He has to stand up for Jimin to remove his slacks, towering over his kneeling form as he shimmies them down - revealing, little by little, the sheer black stockings covering Taehyung's legs that attach to the garter belt sitting low on his hips.

Jimin lingers for a moment, pressing soft kisses wherever he can reach; Taehyung's thighs, his knees, even his calves. When he sits back again, he lets his gaze travel up slowly, until finally he reaches Taehyung's eyes.

"You did all this for me?" he asks, as if this really was the first time, as if he hasn't seen Taehyung in countless sets of lingerie over the years - as if he hasn't made Taehyung feel like the most beautiful being on Earth in each one.

"Yeah," Taehyung says, a half-chuckle, and Jimin smiles.

He leans in again, but his kisses follow a more determined path this time; starting from the side of his knee, he places them upwards, one after another, until finally he reaches his underwear. He looks up as he mouths over the bulge of Taehyung's cock, hidden under smooth silk, and Taehyung breathes out sharply.

"Come here, love," he asks, reaching for him, and Jimin does. Takes his hand, his support, and stands up to face him properly again.

The kiss they share is heated, now, rushed and breathless as Jimin stands on his tiptoes to wind his arms around Taehyung's neck, and when they tumble onto the bed Jimin's quick to climb over him and dive back in.

"So pretty for me," he sighs into Taehyung's mouth, making him groan under his breath, "Taetae-"

His hands are on Taehyung again, one holding onto the back of his neck while the other scrunches up the fabric of his camisole as it roams down his side and grips onto his hip. Taehyung grinds upwards, searching, as he grips at Jimin's hair and pulls him closer; gasps loudly, when Jimin rewards him with a roll of his own hips, dragging against him slow and sweet and sensual.

Jimin trails kisses down the length of Taehyung's neck as he grinds down again, and again, until Taehyung feels breathless with it- until he's squirming against the sheets, Jimin's lips wrapped around his covered nipple and suckling gently.

"Jimin," he says, moans, "love, please, just- touch me."

As though he'd been waiting for it, Jimin does. Coaxes Taehyung's legs open further with a gentle hand that finally settles over his cock, hard and straining now, puts kneading pressure over it that feels as amazing as it does inadequate. It makes Taehyung whine under his breath.

"Do you want to keep these on?" Jimin asks, a low murmur, and for a moment Taehyung flounders as he tries to decide before finally nodding his head.

Jimin lets out a pleased laugh. He teases for a moment longer, withdrawing his touch until only the tips of his fingers are playing over where a spot of wetness is gathering on Taehyung's underwear, before finally gripping onto the edge to pull the fabric to the side. Taehyung barely has time to shiver before Jimin's warm palm wraps around his length, stroking at it with light pulls that have him panting, fingers tightening in Jimin's hair until he's sure it's bordering on painful.

"Look at you, so sensitive," Jimin hums, "what's got you so riled up today, huh, baby?"

Taehyung's indignant glare loses some of its impact when Jimin runs his thumb under the head of his cock, teasing at the sensitive spot repeatedly, and he can't help but let out a low moan.

The sound gets lost mid-way as Jimin kisses him again, licking into his mouth with a fervour, as he keeps the stroke of his hand steady and maddening.

Taehyung's sure he could get lost in this, too, the softness of Jimin's mouth and the heat of his touch. The slow tensing of his body underneath Jimin's, sensitive and reeling under the attention; eager for release.

"Taetae," Jimin murmurs against his mouth, and Taehyung wants to melt into the warmth of his voice, his name spoken low and hushed like it's something precious. "What do you want?"

And Taehyung knows that he's asking about the mechanics of this thing, whether he has any preference tonight, but his mouth is still sweet with Jimin's kisses, his gut throbbing as Jimin's hand teases at him, and all he can think about, all he really wants, is-

"You," Taehyung says, a little frail and a little heated, "always you."

Jimin laughs, pleased, leaning in to press his forehead against Taehyung's temple, his lips against his skin as he replies. "You have me."

It makes Taehyung shiver; the sentiment, and just how true it is.

"Okay," Jimin finally says. He lets go of Taehyung, then, getting off of the bed in one smooth motion that leaves Taehyung leaning after him, a quiet whine not far from his lips. He keeps silent, though, when Jimin gives him a reassuring smile and drops his hands to the fly of his pants. Watches, quiet, as Jimin undresses in front of him - for him, almost, a certain sway to his hips as he pulls his pants down his legs, his underwear following soon after.

Taehyung bites at his lip to keep his own smile in check; the tang of lip gloss is long gone now, the remains kissed away by his boyfriend. His beautiful boyfriend, now fully naked and obviously aroused, digging into the bottom drawer of the night stand for the lube.

"Nice," Taehyung hums, and Jimin looks up from his search to give him a quizzical look that makes Taehyung laugh under his breath. "Nothing, just enjoying the view."

"Shut up," Jimin snorts, but there's a little more curve to his back, a tilt to his hips, as he goes back to his search. "Where on Earth did we put the- ah, here!"

Taehyung barely has time to lean back before Jimin's there, all bare skin and warm touch as he presses close again.

"Here," he breathes out, handing Taehyung the tube of lubricant. His free hand lands on Taehyung's hip, fingertips digging under his garter belt. "Prep yourself for me?"

His frankness makes Taehyung let out another laugh, but then Jimin's pressing closer, his hand moving lower to stroke along the garter running down his thigh.

"Wanna kiss you while you make yourself feel good, baby."

Jimin tilts his face up to brush their lips together and Taehyung can feel arousal, swooping low in his gut, making his cock throb and his breath catch in his throat.

"Okay," he agrees.

Jimin's hand continues lower still, dragging over Taehyung's stocking-covered thigh until he can grip onto the back of his knee. He pulls at it, guiding gently, until Taehyung's leg is hooked over his hip. Jimin nudges himself forward, pulls Taehyung closer, and it's funny how warm Taehyung feels, hot all over, even as the position leaves him more exposed.

"Like this, huh," he says, and Jimin looks up at him from under his lashes as he nods.

"Just like this."

He waits until Taehyung has worked the lube onto his fingers before he finally kisses him again. It's almost enough to distract him, make him forget what he's supposed to be doing, but Jimin's fingers grip tight onto the back of his thigh, his hips shifting forward a little.

The brush of skin on skin spurs Taehyung on until he's finally pressing the first finger in. He gasps into Jimin's mouth at the sensation - familiar, but somehow always a little new as well.

"That's it," Jimin murmurs against his mouth. His free hand grasps onto the back of Taehyung's neck, firm and steady. "That's it, baby, c'mon."

And Taehyung groans as he sinks in a little deeper, already teasing at his rim with a second finger when Jimin pulls him back in.

"Fuck," he thinks he can hear Jimin say, but his voice is muffled by their kisses, hot and wet, by the rush of blood in his ears as he works himself open.

It feels a little naughty, to be fingering himself with his panties pulled to the side as his boyfriend simply holds onto him, kisses him with a feverish heat that speaks volumes of how much he wants him.

Feels good, to be so desired by the one he loves.

"Wanna ride you," he finally decides. Pants it into Jimin's mouth as he pumps three fingers in and out of himself, toes curling when Jimin hums sweetly in response. He tries to keep away from his prostate as he does, knows he'll just get all the more riled up if he gives in entirely, but every few strokes he'll brush past, a flutter of pleasure rippling within him.

"Yeah?" Jimin asks as he pulls back to look at him. There's intense heat in his eyes as he bites at his bottom lip, his grip so tight now that Taehyung suspects his skin will come out dented pink.

"Yeah," Taehyung agrees around a moan as he gives himself one final, massaging stroke before withdrawing his fingers.

"Whatever you want, baby."

They shuffle around on the bed until Jimin is leaning back against the headboard. He has his arms linked behind his head, eyes half-lidded as he watches Taehyung hesitate for a brief moment before finally straddling him.

Facing away from Jimin, he arches his back a little; makes a show of positioning himself so the man can have time to take in the view he's offering, the way the sheer fabric of his camisole hugs his torso, the way his panties are doing a terrible job of covering his ass anymore.

"Damn," he hears Jimin choke out. Smiling to himself, Taehyung circles his hips, rubbing over Jimin's hardness once, twice, before finally reaching back to position them just right. He makes sure to keep his panties pulled aside as he sinks down, down, down; his mouth falls open around a silent moan as he feels himself being filled, slow but sure and oh, so sweet.

"Ah, Jimin," he sighs as he finally settles down, the flesh of his ass meeting Jimin's hips. "Feels good."

When he turns to look over his shoulder Jimin has threaded his fingers into his hair, his eyes glued to where their bodies meet.

"Y'like it?" Taehyung has to ask as he gives his hips a gentle nudge forward and back again, "do I look good like this?"

Jimin gives him a look , then, as his hands fall from his hair and snake onto Taehyung's waist instead. His grip flexes briefly, his throat working around a swallow, and finally he nods.

"Yeah," he says, rough and dark but still sweet - always, always sweet. "Look so good sitting on my cock, Taehyung-ah."

His words make Taehyung shiver, and he grasps onto Jimin's thighs for support as he leans forward - only to rock right back again, the slide of Jimin's length within him making his breath catch as the man groans behind him.

It takes a few more tries for him to find the perfect angle, having to sit nearly upright in Jimin's lap to get him to rub against him just right. Once he does, though, he keeps his pace nice and slow, fucking onto Jimin's cock without hurry. 

It feels so good like this, canting his hips in slow waves that have Jimin moaning quietly, his hands roaming along Taehyung's sides, his thighs. His touch is so warm, so sensual and intimate, his fingertips dragging over Taehyung's skin so exquisite that he feels a little lightheaded with it.

When those hands finally circle around along his thighs towards his front, he lets out a shuddering groan.

"Good, baby?" Jimin asks, and Taehyung nods hurriedly as he rocks back again, giving Jimin more room. He can feel the man sit up, chest against Taehyung's back now, as he grips onto his thighs and spreads them further. "Can I?"

And Taehyung's not sure what he's planning, exactly, but he knows from experience that it will be good - he nods again, struck wordless when Jimin rolls his hips under him; not exactly fucking into him, pinned as he is, but moving just right to have him gasping again. Jimin wraps one arm around Taehyung's waist, holding him close, and he has to grasp onto it for balance when the other travels lower to cup at his balls.

"Ah," Taehyung breathes out, mind fuzzy with pleasure as Jimin grinds into him again, as he rolls his touch and presses his face between Taehyung's shoulder blades to kiss at his skin. "Ji-Jimin-"

Jimin's fingers slip a little lower, then, pressing up against his perineum to apply pressure onto his prostate from the outside, and when he rolls his hips a little harder Taehyung's mind blanks.

Milky white rolls off of his tip in little trickles as he pants hard, as the muscles in his stomach tighten deliciously, and for a moment he's sure he's come already - but then Jimin eases up his teasing rubs and Taehyung all but slumps in his arms.

"Oh, my-"

"Shh," Jimin hushes him; he sounds smug, his grin pressing into Taehyung's back. "You wanna come already, baby?"

"Yes," Taehyung pouts, a little petulant, and it's mostly just to make Jimin laugh against his skin, warm and fond, but also a little true as well.

"You sure, hm?" Jimin checks, as his fingers press up again, starting up a circling pattern that makes Taehyung groan and drop his head back to rest, just barely, on his boyfriend's shoulder.

"No," he moans, even as Jimin pushes him higher again, as his body craves for release. He knows better - should know better, at least - that all the teasing will be worth it when he does finally come.

"Good boy," Jimin hums, and Taehyung's cock weeps as his gut clenches pleasantly.

He allows Jimin to tease him, to push him to the brink a few more times, but finally it becomes too much. Too little. Too everything.

"'Nough," he mumbles out, squirming in Jimin's arms until the man eases his grip, allowing him to lean forward and away. His skin feels sticky with sweat where it's been held against Jimin's, his limbs shaky and head fuzzy. "Fuck me, just fuck me, w'nna come-"

Jimin's hand is gentle, now, as it rests on his back, as he strokes down the length of it and over his ass.

"Okay, baby, okay," he says, and then he's shifting out from under Taehyung, the mattress dipping under his weight as he moves onto his knees behind him. His hand grips onto Taehyung's hip, guiding him back, and then he's pressing his cock in again with a slow moan that Taehyung can't help but echo as his fingers twist into the sheets.

The pace Jimin sets is a contrast to their slower love making from before; fast and desperate, the way he fucks up into Taehyung, the way Taehyung meets him halfway. Dirty, the sound of skin hitting skin, the creak of bed springs loud in the bedroom. Perfect, the way their noises of pleasure mix together in harmony.

Taehyung can feel his garter belt digging into his skin as Jimin grips onto it for leverage, can feel the man's hips hitting his ass with every thrust; can feel how the air between them grows closer, heavier, as they chase release together. His toes curl as he feels his orgasm approaching, hard and fast, and when Jimin's hand wraps around his length to stroke at him he all but keens. It only takes a few more pumps of Jimin's fist, his hips, for Taehyung to be coming with a hoarse shout.

His limbs feel like jelly in the aftermath, but he remains on all fours, allowing Jimin to grind into him the few more times it takes until he's coming too - only then does he let himself fall forward, dragging his boyfriend with him into a heap of limbs.

"Oh my god I love you," Taehyung sighs into the sheets. His chest heaves with each breath and his mouth feels dry, but Jimin is a warm weight over him and he can't help but laugh when the man lets out an airy giggle.

Jimin lifts up just enough to get off of Taehyung before slumping sideways onto the mattress, and when Taehyung turns to mirror him he's smiling, looking sated and a little sleepy. He reaches out, his palm pressing onto Taehyung's cheek.

"Love you too."

"Good," Taehyung smiles back, though it's soon broken by a yawn that makes Jimin laugh again.

"Wanna get washed up, hm?"

"You first," Taehyung says, pulling at the sheets until he can hide half of his face in them. "I'll be right behind you."

"Cute," is all Jimin says. He leans in to press a quick kiss to Taehyung's nose before getting up.

Jimin's in the shower by the time Taehyung has gotten undressed and wanders into the bathroom. The air is heavy with moisture, the edges of the mirror above the sink misted white as Taehyung peers into it to take in what remains of his make up.

His  highlighter seems to have rubbed off somewhere along the way, like the lip gloss, and his eye shadow has run down the corners of his eyes into a smudgy mess that makes Taehyung grimace at himself. He makes sure to remove all traces of it before taking a moment to study his bare face; without all the make up and lingerie, he feels like his normal, plain self again. He's not unhappy with it, not really - but it's always a little jarring, to see yourself as you really are.

He's patting a cooling cream into his skin when Jimin steps out of the shower, not even bothering to dry himself off before he's wrapping his arms around Taehyung.

"Gross, you're all wet," he whines, and tries to hide his smile when Jimin stands on his tiptoes to rest his chin over his shoulder.

"So? You're getting in the shower anyway," Jimin says, raising an eyebrow at him through the mirror.

" So , you feel all cold and clammy and- and yucky ."

"Mmh, yucky," Jimin hums, "Good choice, so mature and composed."

Taehyung huffs, crossing his arms over his chest with a rather dramatic pout, and Jimin laughs as he pokes his cheek playfully.

"Just teasing, baby," he says, finally letting go of him so he can circle around to face him instead. He reaches up, poking his finger against Taehyung's nose; once on the bridge, once on the left nostril, and twice on the tip.

"Beautiful," Jimin murmurs as he looks into Taehyung's eyes, honest and tender and sweet.

And, as always, Taehyung believes him.