Remmy's

However, sometimes his thoughts would drift to that night.

The way his eyes scanned his fully naked body

The way the candlelight flickered off his skin.

The way he ended up on his hands and knees with his fist a blur between his legs, working his cock.

In those moments Jimin could feel his cock chub up almost instantly, and he would have to distract himself to curb the ache to relive that night all over again.

He just wanted one night, one night alone with a mirror to test it out one more time.

Just to see.

Just to make sure.

Lucky for him, he got that night nearly three weeks into the tour.

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They were performing in some country he couldn’t remember.

Everything was starting to blur as he wiped his tired eyes and tried his best to smile and nod along to Jungkook’s insistent talking in the back of the black-tinted car.

They had just finished the concert, and while Jungkook and Hoseok were balls of energy, Jimin just wanted to go back to the hotel, take the world's hottest shower and fall face down onto a comfortable bed.

It seems, however, his two band members had a different idea.

“Jimin, you are going to come with us, right?” Hoseok asked, pulling Jimin from his thoughts as he tore his gaze from the window.

“I…uh. Sorry, I didn’t catch that,” He admits shyly as Jungkook knocks his leg with his own and shakes his head.

“We’re going out, and you’re coming with! It will be fun, hyung!” He chirps happily as Jimin runs a tired hand down his face.

“To where? A sit-down restaurant, sure. A stuffy club where I have to dance some more, no thank you.” He says as kindly as possible as the car stops at a red light and Hoseok frowns.

“When did you turn into such an old man, Jiminie? We are in a brand new city! Let’s explore and all that.” He teases as Jungkook shoots him a cute smile and Jimin can’t help but smile back.

“Yah, let me be an old man tonight.” He complained as the car dipped into the private parking lot of the hotel and Jimin breathed out a sigh of relief.

Another step closer to a shower and a bed.

“Yah, you’re no fun! I’m taking the maknaes out. All of them, including you.” Hoseok pushes as the car comes to a stop.

Jimin opens the door before he can think of a response, and his legs almost collapse with how exhausted he feels.

“Woah, are you okay?” Jungkook says, as suddenly he is by Jimin’s side holding his arm.

“I’m okay Koo. Just tired. So so tired.”

Jungkook shoots Hoseok a look that tells Jimin everything he needs to know.

They aren’t going to push it.

They will let him rest tonight.

“Okay, well, because you are sharing a room with Taehyung, remind him he promised to come out with us. I’ll probably rope Namjoon into coming too.” Hoseok says as Jimin shoots him a nod and covers his blonde hair with a black cap before following security through the back entrance.

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It takes Taehyung a total of six minutes to be convinced that Jimin is, in fact, very tired and just wants to stay in tonight.

It takes another fifteen minutes for him to get ready and join the others at some club.

“Okay, if you are going to stay in here and be an old man, you have to at least promise me you are going to rest. We have tomorrow off, but a concert the day after. Take care of yourself tonight.” Taehyung says, shooting Jimin a warning look as he ties up his expensive shoes.

“Will do. I’m going to shower and crash.” Jimin promises.

Taehyung ruffles his hair to perfection in the small mirror by the front door before waving goodbye, closing the door and leaving Jimin alone.

His body feels like it weighs too much as he lifts himself from bed and sluggishly makes his way to the bathroom.

He rids himself of his clothes and wipes his tired eyes as he steps into the shower.

It is probably the quickest shower he has ever taken as the hot water soothes his tired muscles and he feels nearly asleep on his feet as he rubs the expensive body wash on his arms and legs.

By the time Jimin is back in bed, his body is loose and warm.

He nearly groans in satisfaction as he snuggles under the cool sheets and reaches for his phone. Multiple messages from Taehyung pop up, telling him if he changes his mind they will circle back and grab him.

Not a chance

Instead, Jimin scrolls down his socials to see ARMY talking about the concert.

Most people are fangirling about the boys and about the surprise songs, and it makes a fond smile appear on Jimin’s face.

Because that’s ultimately who he is doing it for.

The fans.

Scrolling down further, he sees multiple people showing off their fancams and a particular one makes his thumb freeze and his lips slowly part.

When the stylist suggested it, Jimin didn’t think much of it.

He really didn’t have time, as it was during a quick change

But looking now.

Holy shit…he looked good.

A vest hung over his frame as his body was covered by a very see-through chainmail top.

The person who posted the fancam added some sensual music that flowed in time with the way Jimin was dancing and shaking his hips.

His throat suddenly felt dry as flashes of himself lying on the bed during the Normal music video brought heat to his cheeks and stirred arousal to shoot through his cock as it began to thicken in his pyjama pants.

Jimin ran a hand down his face, the audio from the clip still playing as his cock gave a needy twitch.

“Please don’t… I’m so fucking tired.” He hissed at his cock as his hand came down to press over his clothed length and his toes curled at the slight friction.

He scrolled away from the fancam, hoping to find something that would make his cock soften, but it only got worse as more and more images and videos appeared of him in that top.

Each one sexier than the last.

His hair was ruffled from the dancing, his eyes were wild, and the way his body moved…

Jimin had never seen himself like that before.

“Okay. Enough.” He scolded himself as he placed his phone face down on the dresser and tried to ignore his aching cock as he flicked off the light.

“I’m not doing this right now. I’m going to bed.” He decided as he firmly closed his eyes and prayed for sleep to come.

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Half an hour later, Jimin was beyond frustrated.

His cock wasn’t going down at all, and every time he closed his eyes, he could picture himself that first night, all fucked out and flustered as he worked his cock while staring at his own naked body.

And unfortunately that was how Taehyung found him.

Jimin let out a high-pitched screech when the door opened, and Taehyung poked his head inside.

Jimin felt his heart drop to his toes as he dived for his bed and tried his best to cover himself up, all the while wishing he could melt into the floor.

Sure, they had had accidents like this before, but this, this was something more.

It wasn’t just a quick peek of a hand moving under a sheet.

Jimin was naked

Completely naked

And staring at his own damn reflection in the hotel mirror.

This was beyond mortifying.

This was a fucking nightmare.

“Uh?” Taehyung said softly as he closed the door with an audible snap, and Jimin buried his face in the pillows and let out a noise somewhere between a sob and a groan.

“Taehyung. Please. Just. Don’t.” Jimin begs, refusing to look at his friend as he curls up in a tiny ball on the bed.

“I wasn’t going to say anything. I mean. I… well, I don’t really know what to say. Were you….to your own reflection?” He asks softly.

“Please don’t. Please just forget. Please.” Jimin all but begs, nearly in tears.

“Okay, Chim. Yeah, we can forget it. I promise.” Taehyung says as Jimin refuses to move from his curled-up spot until he hears the bathroom door close and the shower start to run.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” Jimin hisses as he quickly gathers his discarded clothes from the floor and throws them on before crawling back under the covers and pretending to be asleep.

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It had been two weeks since Taehyung walked in on Jimin.

Two agonizing weeks where Jimin wanted to do anything to avoid Taehyung’s gaze and Taehyung couldn’t stop staring at him as if purposely trying to get his attention.

Jimin thanked his lucky stars that they had a two-week break and was able to put some distance between himself and Taehyung as the company car dropped him off at home.

He thanked the driver and slung his bag over his shoulder as he walked up the short driveway and unlocked his house.

All at once, the tension left his body as he dropped his bag by the front door.

He didn’t even bother to do anything else as he made the familiar trek to his bedroom, where he stripped off his clothes and slunk into bed.

As he curled himself around his pillows and closed his eyes, he still couldn’t get the image of Taehyung out of his head.

The messy hair, the dark eyes, the way his mouth parted in surprise, but a moment later his pink tongue poked out to lick at his lips.

Taehyung almost looked…hungry.

Jimin shook his head and forced himself to think of something else.

Anything else.

As he tried to fall asleep.

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It seemed like forgetting the whole ordeal wasn’t going to happen, as three days later a knock on the door had Jimin answering to a very distraught-looking Taehyung.

His dark hair was hidden under a blue baseball cap, and he held up two bags of food in a silent plea to be let in.

Jimin side-stepped, and Taehyung grinned before entering his house and letting Jimin shut the door behind him.

“I brought you food because I had a feeling you weren’t eating,” Taehyung said as he toed off his shoes and made his way to the living room.

“You had a feeling I wasn’t eating? Why?” Jimin asked honestly as Taehyung started to unpack all the food, grinning when he saw his friend's eyes light up.

“Because you usually get sulky on breaks and when you’re not performing. Also, you haven’t answered the group chat in days. Namjoon was beside himself with worry but didn’t want to bother you.”

Jimin frowns.

“I didn’t mean to make anyone worry.” He says softly.

“Oh, don’t worry. I told Namjoon I had no problem bothering you about it, and here I am.”

Jimin can’t help but laugh as Taehyung gets everything set up on the coffee table and motions for Jimin to sit down.

“Wait. Drinks first.” Jimin says, but Taehyung holds up two bottles of Soju with a cocky smirk.

“Already got it covered. Now sit and eat. I promised Namjoon I would make you feel better.”

Jimin plops down on a pillow beside his best friend and slowly pulls the takeout towards him.

Taehyung hands him chopsticks, and they sit side by side on the floor while watching some random science movie that popped up on Jimin’s recommended.

“Yah! Go easy on the Soju, Jimin. If you aren’t eating, it’s going to hit you twice as hard.” Taehyung warns

However, with the way things have been with Taehyung, Jimin doesn’t go easy on the Soju at all, and a mere forty-five minutes later he feels pleasantly fuzzy as he leans back against the couch with a dopey grin on his face.

“Why are you smiling at me like that?” Taehyung giggles, half slurring as he places his now empty bottle on Jimin’s coffee table and curls up on the couch behind Jimin’s head.

“Cause you’re my favourite Taetae. Shh, don’t tell the others.” He giggles as he also places his now empty bottle down and grins at Taehyung, shifting his body so he can stare at his friend better.

“Ah, Jiminie, you can’t say stuff like that.” Taehyung gushes, staring bashfully at his friend.

Taehyung removes his baseball cap to ruffle his hair, and Jimin watches transfixed as Taehyung’s long fingers disappear into his long locks.

“It’s true. You are m-my best friend. I mean, you saw me masturbating to myself in front of a mirror and didn’t say shit. Didn’t even tease me about it. Th-that’s true friendship right there.” Jimin slightly hiccups at the end, closing his eyes and feeling the room spin.

Jimin cracked open an eye to see Taehyung sitting on the couch, suddenly very still and very serious.

“Nooo, don’t say anything! You promised Taetae.” Jimin whined as he covered his face with his hands.

“You were the one to bring it up, not me.” Taehyung half laughed as he nudged Jimin’s shoulder with his knee.

“Look at me. Come on, Chim, we are both drunk. We can talk about this. It’s fine.”

“ No, it’s not. I can’t believe I said that. It’s your fault for getting me drunk!” He accuses as Taehyung barks out a laugh.

“My fault?! You were the one drinking the stuff. And the one touching yourself to your own reflection. That wasn’t me.”

Jimin’s cheeks heat, and he pulls his hands from his face to fan his shirt away from his body.

Why is the room suddenly so small?

Why is his body suddenly so hot?

“Why is it so fucking hot in here, holy shit.” Jimin groans as he pushes himself from the floor to stumble to the thermostat.

Taehyung giggles.

“Don’t change the subject, Chim! We have to talk about it. Clear the air and all that!” He calls out to his friend as Jimin stumbles his way down the hall and to make sure the heat didn’t magically turn itself up while he was in the living room.

He never makes it to the thermostat. As if possessed, Jimin forgets about his mission completely, as he makes his way to the bedroom and places himself in front of the full-length mirror.

The room is dark, except for light spilling from the hallway, and Jimin sucks in a breath as he looks at himself.

A pleasant buzz swims through his body as he hears Taehyung’s bare feet against his wood floors, and soon enough his gaze is fixed on his friend who is standing behind him in the doorway.

“The thermostat isn’t broken,” Taehyung whispers as he flicks off the hallway light and bathes them both in darkness before moving through the bedroom to flick on the lamp that sits on Jimin’s side table.

His body lights up when he comes to the realization Taehyung knows his house almost as well as he does.

He likes that.

A lot.

“I know,” Jimin whispers as he continues to stare at himself through the mirror.

Taehyung lifts himself onto Jimin’s bed and wordlessly stares at his friend as the tension in the room seems to curl around them like smoke.

“Do you… want to talk about it? Or do you want me to drop it?” Taehyung asks honestly.

Jimin swallows hard.

“I didn’t know it was a thing until the Normal music video,” Jimin admits shyly as he refuses to stare at his friend.

Instead, he lets his eyes rove his body from his bare feet all the way up to his chest, which is covered by a plain white T-shirt.

Taehyung doesn’t say a single word, and the alcohol is making Jimin feel brave, so he continues.

“I watched it in my studio and…I don’t know. I’ve never really seen myself as sexy, but something about me…sprawled out… on that bed.” Jimin let out a harsh breath that ruffles his bangs.

“I wasn’t lying when I said you looked hot.” Taehyung mused with a smile.

Jimin swallowed hard.

“I just. I don’t know, suddenly I was hard, and I stood in front of the mirror…this mirror and…well. Got myself off.”

In the corner of his eye, he could see Taehyung shift on the bed.

“It was one of the most erotic things I have ever done,” Jimin confessed, voice barely above a whisper.

“You liked watching yourself get off?” Taehyung asked as Jimin saw him shift on the bed again.

Jimin’s throat is dry, and his palms are sweating as his eyes flick up to stare at his friend.

The tension in the room is nearly suffocating at this point, as Jimin curls his fingers into fists then opens them to rub his sweaty palms down his pants.

“Yeah, I guess I did.” He admits.

With that confession, Taehyung slips off the bed and slowly saunters over to Jimin, causing his breath to catch in his throat.

Taehyung came to stand behind his friend, caging him in between his hard body and the mirror in front of him.

The tantalizing scent of Taehyung wrapped around them both, as Jimin stood there, transfixed on their reflections as he waited for his friend to open his mouth and speak.

“When I walked in on you…that’s what you were trying to recreate?” He hinted, voice low and gravely that sends a shiver down Jimin’s spine.

Jimin nods and feels his heart race beneath his skin as Taehyung tilts his head thoughtfully, tongue once again poking out to lick at his lips.

“I…I was going to rest. Promise. But then I saw a fancam….”

Taehyung chuckles darkly.

“The chainmail shirt?” He implores.

Jimin blushes.

Then nods.

“God, you looked so good that night.” He admits in a low, dangerous tone, causing Jimin’s toes to curl against the cold hardwood floor.

“You-you think I looked good?” He asks in a small voice, feeling heat rise to his cheeks as he fidgets under Taehyung’s heated gaze.

“Oh, Jimin.” Taehyung coos.

“I think you always look good.”

Jimin's full body shivers.

For a couple of heartbeats, neither of them speaks.

The air is charged dangerously, and the way Taehyung is staring at him through the mirror makes Jimin feel hot, so very hot under his soft cotton shirt.

“It’s… are we sure the thermostat isn’t broken?” Jimin asks, peeling the shirt from his skin and letting out a high, nervous laugh.

“Very sure it’s not broken, Chim. But if you are feeling warm, take your shirt off. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

The alcohol makes him feel fuzzy and bold, so before he could spiral and overthink it, Jimin is grabbing the hem of his shirt and tearing it over his head with zeal as he throws it to the floor and lets his skin breathe.

“Holy fuck.” Taehyung nearly whimpers as his hungry eyes rove Jimin’s bare upper body.

“Now you see why I like watching,” Jimin says teasingly.

“If I had a body like that, I’d like watching myself too. Fuck, you are a vision.”

Even though he had not touched him, Taehyung sounded absolutely wrecked, and Jimin felt heat pool between his legs as his cock gave a hopeful twitch that was very obvious under the thin material of his pants.

“You’re hard just looking at yourself, aren’t you?” Taehyung asks, seemingly breathless.

Jimin doesn’t dare respond. Instead, he nods and brings his hand down to cup at the sizeable bulge that is straining against his pants.

Taehyung swallows hard, eyes darting down to stare at his friend touching himself.

If Jimin thought touching himself alone was erotic, this view was borderline sinful as Taehyung’s eyes are blown wide and slightly glassy. His throat is bobbing as he swallows the saliva that has pooled in his mouth.

“Now you see why I like it. It’s erotic, right?”

This time Taehyung is the one to just nod, as Jimin slowly gives his erection a squeeze as he palms at his already leaking cockhead.

“Super erotic. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life.” Taehyung admits as he pushes his body into Jimin and lets out a grunt as his erection pokes Jimin’s ass.

A moan rips its way out of Jimin’s throat as Taehyung grinds his cock into Jimin’s ass, as he reaches around to replace Jimin’s hand with his own.

Deft fingers curl around his shaft, and Jimin throws his head back and melts into Taehyung’s touch.

“Is this okay?” Taehyung asks softly against the shell of Jimin’s ear.

The blonde boy nods frantically, feeling like he will die if Taehyung stops, as the friction against his shaft is making him see stars.

“I’ll get you off, Jimine. One rule though.”

Jimin cracks open his eyes.

“You can’t close your eyes. You wanted to watch? You’re going to watch. The second you close your eyes, I stop.”

Jimin swallows hard and nods as Taehyung snickers behind him before reaching for the button of his pants.

Jimin’s hips arch up into his friend's touch as Taehyung’s skillful fingers pop open the button.

“So eager.” He teases softly.

Taehyung takes his time unzipping his pants, purposely letting his knuckles brush against Jimin’s bulge, making him twitch as he shimmies the pants down his legs.

Jimin kicks them off with impatience, which makes Taehyung snicker, and Jimin huffs out a breath.

“You said I’m eager and I am, so please do something.” He pleads as he stands in just his tight boxers that do nothing to hide his leaky hard-on.

“I thought the whole thing was to put on a show for yourself… drag it out. Make yourself watch. Make yourself want it?” Taehyung teases as his nose runs along the side of Jimin’s neck, breathing him in.

“I….yeah but….”

Taehyung curls his finger around Jimin’s cock and begins to slowly jerk him off over his clothing.

His fingers are long, delicate, and the whole thing is wildly sensual as Taehyung keeps his own cock pressed firmly into Jimin’s backside as he rocks his hips to give himself some friction.

“You’re so big.” Jimin can’t help but choke out, wishing Taehyung would move over slightly so he could see the impressive length he is currently feeling.

“Mmm… love it when you talk dirty to me.”

His cock kicks up against Taehyung’s hand, and he’s too far gone to even be embarrassed as a groan leaves his lips and his eyes flutter closed.

“Ah, ah, be a good boy and keep your eyes on me or I stop. You know the rules, Jiminie.” He reminds darkly.

Taehyung’s gaze is borderline predatory as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and slowly peels them down Jimin’s strong legs.

His cock smacks up against his stomach as he steps out of them, leaving him fully naked and gloriously turned on in front of Taehyung.

“God, Jimin, you really are a vision.” Taehyung praises as he presses kisses to the very tip of his shoulder.

His lips are soft as he peppers feather-light kisses to Jimin’s skin as if he has all the time in the world, whereas Jimin feels like he is seconds away from exploding.

“I need-”

Taehyung smirks.

“What you need, twin?” He half-sings, causing Jimin to let out a shaky breath and squeeze his eyes shut.

“Don’t-please-we have to perform that on stage, and I can’t be thinking about this when we are in front of the fans.” He whines.

“Yeah, you’re right. Don’t want the fans seeing you like this. It’s for my eyes only.”

Jimin once again opens his eyes to see Taehyung staring at him through the mirror.

His gaze is possessive and hungry, and when his fingers circle around Jimin’s bare cock his grip is slightly stronger, as if jealous.

“All yours Tae.” Jimin breathes.

Taehyung nods before jerking Jimin off slowly and carefully. His fingers feel like magic against his velvety shaft, and any other time, Jimin would be embarrassed by how much his cock is weeping, but it’s been forever since someone else touched him, and Taehyung is staring at him with an all-consuming gaze that makes Jimin’s cock throb.

The hand job is wet and messy as Taehyung drags the precum down Jimin’s shaft and back up with ease as if he had done this before.

As if Jimin’s body was an instrument Taehyung had been playing his whole life.

Outside, the streetlights were on, the moon was shining through the window at Jimin’s feet, and the lamplight was casting everything in a warm glow as Jimin threw his head back against his friend’s strong shoulder and let out a broken moan when Taehyung twisted his wrist at the crown of his cock, making pleasure shoot down his spine.

“You look so good like this, Jimin. All plaint for me. All whiny and needy and turned on. It really is erotic to watch.”

Jimin whines again as he feels Taehyung press his clothed cock into his backside harder, and suddenly Jimin just needs to see it, to feel it bare against his ass, or he was going to explode.

“Tae…you…please. Please take your pants off. Want you to feel good too.” Jimin babbles, feeling every part of his body taut with need.

He wastes no time removing Taehyung’s hand before dropping to the floor and fumbling to undo that damn belt Taehyung had decided to wear.

“Fucking belt. Fucking clothes.” Jimin curses as he finally gets the belt undone and nearly rips Taehyung’s pants and boxers down his body.

His cock slaps against his abs, impossibly hard and thick as Jimin’s mouth all but waters at the sight.

“Can I? Please, Tae, can I suck you off? I promise I’ll be good. I’ll be so good.” Jimin begs as his eyes flick up past Taehyung’s impressive length to his face.

“I’ve always said how much I love your lips,” Taehyung replies with a smile.

“Wait. Before you do. Hold on.” He says, stopping Jimin right as he is about to get his mouth on Taehyung’s cock.

He frowns and groans in frustration as Taehyung moves so he is sideways, reflection still in the mirror but this time at an angle where they both can see themselves.

“I know how much you like to watch.”

Jimin turns sideways and lets his gaze fall to the mirror.

Taehyung is standing over him, towering over him, with one hand wrapped around the base of his thick cock and the other lifting his shirt to show off his abs.

His cock is mere inches away from Jimin’s face, and he can’t help but whine when he feels his neglected cock twitch between his legs at the sight in front of him.

“Go on.” Taehyung urges as Jimin circles the cock with his hand and carefully swallows down the tip.

Precum coats his tongue as Jimin suckles the head into his mouth; his other hand begins to slowly jerk Taehyung off.

Jimin dances his tongue along the underside of his friend's cock, soaking in the twitches of Taehyung’s legs and the broken moans that are spilling from his lips.

Every once in a while, his gaze will flicker over to the mirror and a new rush of heat will zip down to his own cock as he watches his reflection.

It’s dirty

And erotic

And so so sexy, that Jimin can feel his cock throbbing between his legs as it spirts out more precum.

“Can I- fucking shit Jimin you are too good at that.” Taehyung praises as Jimin flattens his tongue on the underside and slowly drags the hardened length from his mouth.

He provides tight suction on the head and stares up at Taehyung with innocent eyes, which makes several curses fall from the younger man's mouth as his hands tangle in Jimin’s long blonde locks.

“This is too much. You are-ah! Jimin, you are way too good at this. I-I-Shit.” Taehyung stammers as his hips start to thrust on their own, and Jimin takes a deep breath and relaxes his throat as he lets Taehyung fuck his mouth.

“And no gag reflex too? Holy fuck.”

Tears prick at Jimin’s eyes, and his knees start to hurt with how long he had been on them, but nothing was going to stop him from bringing Taehyung to orgasm, so he hollows out his cheeks to provide a tighter seal, and Taehyung loses it as his thrust becomes erratic.

“Gonna-can-can-I.” Taehyung pleads as his fingers curl tighter against Jimin’s hair.

The sting of Jimin’s scalp is nothing compared to the cock which is currently touching the back of his throat, and Jimin gags around it twice before gaining his bearings and continually swallowing.

“Oh shit, Jimin. Gonna cum.”

Jimin doesn’t dare pull off. Instead he swallows harder and nearly buries his nose in Taehyung’s pubes as a violent twitch had Taehyung’s cock spilling spirt after spirt of cum down Jimin’s throat.

Taehyung throws his head back and thanks to the mirror, Jimin doesn’t miss the way the muscles in his friend's neck pop out as his hips thrust and he rides out his high, emptying into Jimin’s mouth.

After several seconds, Taehyung pulls out, and Jimin is on his hands and knees, gasping for breath as he swallows everything that was given to him.

“Holy shit, Jimin.” Taehyung croaks as he stumbles and the back of his knees hit the bed as he falls into it, staring at the ceiling, leaving Jimin on the floor.

“I think you sucked the soul from my cock fucking shit.” He hisses as Jimin wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and slowly stands on shaky feet.

Jimin’s knees positively ache, and he knows his jaw will be sore tomorrow as he makes his way over to the bed and plops down beside Taehyung, staring at him.

Taehyung’s hair is a sweaty mess plastered to his forehead, his eyes are shut, and his breathing is slowly returning to normal as Jimin feels his neglected cock twitch between his legs at the sight of his friend looking so fucked out.

Jimin spreads his legs slightly and slowly circles his length, too impatient to wait for Taehyung to recover as he stokes himself and rubs his thumb over the leaky slit of his cockhead.

“Hey. What are you doing?” Taehyung asks as he finally sits up and his eyes narrow to where Jimin is jerking himself off.

“You have to ask?” Jimin half laughs.

Taehyung sits fully up and swats Jimin’s hand away before replacing it with his own.

“You think I’m going to have you get me off then get yourself off? Come on. Who do you think I am?” Taehyung scolds as he squeezes the base of Jimin’s cock, causing his hips to arch up.

Taehyung quickly positions the two of them, so Jimin is sitting between Taehyung’s open legs on the bed.

Both of them face the mirror as Taehyung works Jimin towards his high.

“I get the mirror thing, you know. Watching you suck me off in a mirror is wildly erotic.” Taehyung whispers darkly against Jimin’s shoulder as he shivers in his arms.

Jimin can’t tear his eyes away from the mirror if he tried.

Taehyung is wrapped around Jimin like a blanket, his messy hair tickling Jimin’s cheeks as he peeks around his shoulder to watch Jimin’s cock disappear into his own fist.

Precum coats the circle of Taehyung’s hand, but he doesn’t seem to mind as his strokes get longer and bolder.

He removes his hand for only a moment to lick his thumb before the tight heat of his fist is back around Jimin’s cock, and that wet thumb is stroking Jimin’s cockhead.

“Fee-Feels so good, Tae,” Jimin admits as the coil of pleasure is fast approaching, and Jimin can feel his orgasm on the horizon.

He doesn’t want this to end.

But he needs it to end.

The arousal has been a low simmer for too long now, and Jimin’s cock and balls ache with how badly they want to release.

“Wanna make you cum all over my fist. Would you like that? Watching yourself cum?” Taehyung teases, making Jimin squirm and feel a hard pressure pressing against his backside.

Jimin gasps.

“You’re hard again.”

Taehyung chuckles.

“Of course I am. Look at you.”

The coil in Jimin’s stomach grows tighter as his thighs twitch and the world seems to not exist outside this bedroom, outside this mirror, which is reflecting his own fucked out expression back at him.

“C-Close.” He warns

Jimin feels hot; everything feels hot and borderline painful as his body seizes up, ready for release.

“Come on, Jimin. Cum for me.” Taehyung coaxes, hand a blur against Jimin’s cock.

His body is on fire, his hair is a mess plastered to his face.

His eyes are wide, cheeks flushed, cock impossibly hard, balls impossibly full.

“Oh shit,” Jimin whines as he throws his head back against Taehyung’s shoulder and lets his orgasm pull him under.

Spirt after spirt of warm cum shoots from his tip and covers his abs and Taehyung’s fist.

Jimin screws his eyes shut and rides out his high, nearly whimpering as it all just feels.

So good.

He wishes he kept his eyes open for this, wishes he could see himself, but the pleasure was too strong and nearly dragged him under like a riptide as Taehyung whispers in his ear and coaxes all the cum from his cock.

Once finished, Jimin slumps into Taehyung’s arms, suddenly feeling raw and sensitive as his friend holds him close.

He doesn’t dare look in the mirror and instead focuses on his breathing as his cock begins to soften between his legs.

“That was so fucking sexy, holy shit, Jimin.” Taehyung breathes into his sweat-soaked hair as Jimin finally looks at the mirror.

Taehyung is cuddling him close, expression happy and blissed out as he pushes damp locks of hair from his friend's face.

“You…liked it?” Jimin asks, suddenly terribly shy.

Taehyung barks out a laugh.

“Of course I did! Did you see how much I came? If you don’t remember, we could always do round two?” Taehyung teases with a wiggle of his eyebrows, causing Jimin to nudge him.

“Okay, okay, I get it. You liked it.”

“Of course I did, and thank goodness we don’t have a concert soon. You deep throated me like a champ.”

Jimin blushed, but Taehyung just giggled.

“You stay here. I’m making you a tea to help with that throat. The company will have my ass if they find out I ruined Park Jimin’s vocal cords with my dick.”