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It starts, like many things in their relationship, with a fight. But none of their fights have ever ended like this before: with the two of them sitting on the floor of Taehyung's bedroom, and Jimin glaring daggers at him while they stroke themselves to hardness.
They're sitting across from each other, so Taehyung can't exactly hide or look away, especially not with the way Jimin is looking at him. Like his gaze is carving holes through Taehyung's body, pinning him in place, stuck in this ridiculous scenario because of one bad joke.
Well, really, it was more like a few bad jokes. Many bad jokes, building up over time and picking away at an insecurity that Jimin wouldn't even admit he had, until it finally all boiled over and now they're here. Touching themselves on the floor so Jimin can prove something. Looking back, he should have noticed when things were different today.
When Taehyung grabbed Jimin's hand, entwining their fingers playfully and pointing out the size difference. "Chim, your pinky is so small," he cooed.
Jimin had laughed along with him, at first.
"So small and cute," he'd said, burrowing his face into Jimin's shoulder as he laughed, holding Jimin tight.
And Jimin laughed then too, like always.
"Mini Jiminie, you're tiny all over," he'd said, and should have noticed -- that's when Jimin stopped laughing along.
Taehyung thought it was fine. The others made the same jokes sometimes. Jimin usually laughed them off, too.
But he didn't laugh when Taehyung squeezed him like a teddy bear and sang a little melody about Jimin's small height, his small hands, his small pinky, his small --
"That's not funny," Jimin had said, rolling his shoulders to break free from Taehyung's hug.
Taehyung should have known then. But he didn't. He just asked why the others could joke about it but not him. Why when Seokjin or Hoseok said something, Jimin would laugh it off with replies like "the smallest pepper is the spiciest" or jokes about the way you should move your hips. Why it seemed like it was always Taehyung who Jimin directed his anger at when they all did it.
"It's not funny when they do it either," Jimin protested.
Taehyung wasn't satisfied. "Then why do you only get mad at me?"
"Because you're different. You should know better, you shouldn't make fun of me, you should support me!" Jimin protested.
But Taehyung just heard unfair expectations that Jimin had never voiced before. His best friend mad at him for something he'd never said was a problem before. And then he'd done something he regretted immediately. He'd lashed out.
"What are you even mad about when it's true?"
"Wow," Jimin said. "No, it's not."
Taehyung, still riding his frustration and the mid-argument certainty of being right and justified, frowned at him. "Jimin. We've showered together."
Jimin had huffed and pushed away from him, still sitting on the floor of Taehyung's room, but no longer close enough to touch. He looked genuinely mad. "That's different," he protested. "Some people don't show their size. You can't tell just by looking when they're soft."
"So what," Taehyung had shrugged, not convinced and not exactly wanting to be convinced. He didn't see how it made that big of a difference, or why it even mattered. It's not like it's a bad thing to be smaller. Some people are even into that, so he's heard.
But Jimin didn't seem to want to let it go. "So look," he'd bit back immediately, reaching for the waistband of his sweats. "I'll show you," he said, determined and still very much pissed off.
Taehyung blanched at him, staring but not fully comprehending.
"You too," Jimin demanded when he was sitting on the floor in just his boxerbriefs. "We can compare."
Taehyung had been too stunned, caught off guard, and Jimin so decisive. It seemed the thing to do, so he did. Slipped out of his own loose pants to join Jimin in his underwear.
That's how Taehyung found himself here, sitting on the cold floor of his room across from his best friend, with their hands in their underwear, stroking themselves to compare sizes because they had a fight and Jimin is still mad even if Taehyung is now mostly just a little nervous.
"Are you ready yet?" Jimin asks, and is it Taehyung's imagination or does he sound out of breath?
"Um," Taehyung says, looking awkwardly down at his lap where, yes, he's very hard right now, and honestly was getting there before he even reached into his boxers.
"Come here," Jimin says then, even as he's standing up on his knees to move closer to Taehyung again.
Taehyung's eyes are wide and unblinking as he watches Jimin, staring at where his hand disappears below his waistband. This feels unreal.
He watches Jimin settle right in front of him, legs spread so his knees are on either side of Taehyung's. They're touching again, and Taehyung is hyper aware of every point of contact as Jimin grabs the waistband of his underwear and pulls down.
Taehyung hears his own gasp, sees the way Jimin arches his back, puffs out his chest like he's proud, like he's put Taehyung in his place and won their argument. But Taehyung can't remember what they were even arguing about.
His mind is completely empty, except for the image in front of him: Jimin on his knees, one hand tugging his waistband further down, and the other wrapped around his dick, palm underneath and fingers circling loosely like he's presenting himself to Taehyung.
"See?" he says, but Taehyung barely hears. He's a little distracted looking down at Jimin's hand, at the cute fingers Taehyung loves to hold onto, currently wrapped around Jimin's hard dick.
And Jimin was right, Taehyung has to admit. He's not that small. Average maybe, perhaps the smaller side of average, but proportioned with the rest of his body, fitting well in his hand. The thought makes Taehyung's hand twitch with the urge to reach out, to see how Jimin's dick would look with Taehyung's much larger hand around it.
He resists though, just stares while he tries to accept that this is really happening to him. Although maybe he stares a bit too long, because after a moment, Jimin shifts, wrapping his fingers tighter around himself and letting his waistband ride up to cover more.
"Well?" Jimin prods. "Are you going to show me too so we can compare?"
Taehyung blinks at him, mind working to process his words. Then he remembers. Right. Jimin wanted to compare. That's why Taehyung is sitting here on his floor hand in his pants and hard. Not any other reason.
Taehyung hums and nods, because words are failing him right now, and he doesn't understand how Jimin is just sitting there like that, looking so calm and in control when Taehyung is struggling like this. He reaches for his own waistband then, hesitates for just a moment when he looks up at Jimin to see if he's watching.
Jimin's eyes are fixed below Taehyung's waist, his own hand still gripping himself tightly.
It's what gives him the last bit of encouragement he needs. Taehyung pulls his underwear down, shifting so he can drag his boxers past his hips, so he doesn't have to keep holding them down. He hears a sound from Jimin, maybe a breath, but Taehyung is avoiding looking at Jimin's face. At least until Jimin speaks.
"That's not fair," Jimin says, almost whining. Taehyung looks up finally, and sees that Jimin is staring directly at his dick. "How are we supposed to compare when you're just --" Jimin gestures with the hand not currently holding his own dick. "Like that."
Taehyung looks down at himself too. He's never particularly thought about his size. He fits his hand well enough too, he thinks. But then he remembers what he'd thought earlier, about his hand being larger than Jimin's. He looks at Jimin. Then at himself. Then back at Jimin. "Oh," he says.
It's not that Jimin is small. They already established that wasn't the case. But next to Taehyung --
"Look," Jimin says, leaning up on his knees again and shifting even closer, holding onto Taehyung's shoulder to steady himself. He tilts his hips forward until he's hovering over Taehyung's.
They’re closer like this. It's easier to compare. Easier to see how Taehyung's cock is so much thicker and longer than Jimin's. Easier to imagine how it might look with Jimin's hands wrapped around him.
Jimin's hand leaves Taehyung's shoulder, reaching for Taehyung, and he has just enough time to gasp again before Jimin pauses. "Can I?" he asks, fingers twitching above Taehyung's dick, and how the fuck is Taehyung supposed to say no? So he doesn't.
He just moves his hand, and then stares with held breath as Jimin reaches down to wrap his fingers around Taehyung's cock. He holds it, gently but firm enough that Taehyung feels almost dizzy at the sensation. Or maybe that's just because it's Jimin.
He stares at the visual of Jimin's hands. He stares and tries to memorize it, to sear it into his mind so he can recall this for the rest of his life, the contrast between how normal Jimin's hand looks on himself and how small it looks on Taehyung. Or maybe it's not how small Jimin's hand looks, but how big Taehyung looks next to him. Maybe that's it, Taehyung thinks a little dizzily, maybe he's --
"You're a monster," Jimin says with a laugh, and Taehyung wants to float out of his skin.
"Sorry?" he says, because he's not entirely sure how he should react to that, if he should be flattered or offended.
Jimin laughs again, twists his hand unintentionally as the laughter moves through him, and Taehyung has to bite his tongue to keep from making a noise.
"Don't apologize for that," Jimin says, still smiling. Taehyung watches his face, searching his expression, but it seems like his anger from earlier has dissipated. He's proven himself, done what he set out to do, and now... Now there's something new to draw his attention.
He shifts forward again, lowering himself so he's basically sitting in Taehyung's lap. Taehyung reaches up to rest one palm on Jimin's lower back, not holding on but just feeling. This close, Taehyung can feel the heat from Jimin's body.
"Look," Jimin says again, as if Taehyung could look anywhere else. He moves his hands, one still mostly wrapped around Taehyung, holding underneath. He strokes the other down his cock, then pinches the base between his thumb and forefingers, just holding himself steady.
Side by side like this feels like so much, it's so much and Jimin is barely touching him. But Jimin's cock looks so small and pretty next to Taehyung's, and Jimin's hand around Taehyung makes him look so much bigger.
Jimin's cock hard isn't as small as he looks soft, but with the way he lines up their hips, positions himself so the head of Taehyung's cock is almost, almost touching his lower stomach, Jimin's cock is barely more than half the length, and nowhere near as thick.
Taehyung reaches up to grasp Jimin's hip, this time to hold on.
"Jimin," he says and licks his dry lips. He doesn't know what he's trying to say, but he knows that this is more than what it started as. It's so much more and he doesn't know if he can handle this, the way Jimin runs his thumb along the side of Taehyung's cock and smiles at him.
"We look kind of good, don't we?" Jimin says then, and Taehyung finally tears his eyes away from the sight of his dick in Jimin's hand so he can stare into Jimin's eyes. Jimin's staring back, a genuine smile on his lips, and suddenly everything is so much easier.
"Yeah," Taehyung agrees easily. "We do. Looks kind of familiar though," he adds, and when Jimin furrows his brows at him, Taehyung takes Jimin's hand from underneath his dick and holds out their pinky fingers. Jimin bursts into laughter, leaning over and smacking Taehyung's shoulder.
"Shut up," he complains, but he's still smiling when he rights himself. "So you're huge everywhere, okay, rub it in more!" He's laughing though. Just regular, playful mirth in his voice as he teases Taehyung back.
"You're a good size, Jiminie," Taehyung says, and leans forward to rest his forehead on Jimin's shoulder. "I like you how you are."
Jimin wraps his arm around Taehyung's middle and leans his head against Taehyung's. For a second, it's almost like they're not basically naked, sitting on Taehyung's floor. Until Jimin speaks again.
"You like that I'm smaller than you, hm?" he asks, and his voice sounds different. Smoother.
Taehyung lifts his head to look at Jimin and almost wishes he hadn't. He's got a look in his eyes that Taehyung recognizes easily -- focus, and it's entirely directed at him.
"Yeah," Taehyung answers, sitting up straight and letting the hand on Jimin's back slip lower. Then, with more confidence than he feels like he really possesses, he grins. "Yeah," he says again, leaning in close so he can feel Jimin's breath on his lips. "I like the way we look together. I like the way I look in your hand." Then he reaches down, hand next to Jimin's dick, and arches an eyebrow in a silent question.
Jimin gasps, eyes wide, and then he nods, and Taehyung savors the feeling of knocking Jimin off balance like that, and then savors the weight of Jimin's cock in his hand when he wraps his fingers around it. Jimin moans, rocking forward into Taehyung's palm, and then Taehyung has to gasp.
"Like how you look in my hand," he says, and god isn't that the truth. Jimin looks so small, engulfed by Taehyung's large palm, and his skin is so hot to the touch. Taehyung squeezes his fingers, gently, just enough to have Jimin gasping again and clutching at Taehyung's arm.
"Taehyung," Jimin says, a warning and a plea all at once. Taehyung stares into his eyes when he strokes Jimin's cock, watches his lips drop open when he curls his palm over the head. Jimin's grip on his arm tightens, and Taehyung savors the way his fingernails dig into muscle.
Jimin reaches down with his other hand and wraps his shaky fingers around Taehyung's cock again. He squeezes, fingertips barely meeting around the girth of him, and then it's Taehyung's turn to let out a shaky breath. Jimin smirks at him, and Taehyung just smiles back.
"Look so good together," Taehyung breathes, leaning forward to rest his forehead against Jimin's. They both look down into their laps, where Taehyung's still rubbing his cupped palm across the head of Jimin's dick, and Jimin is stroking Taehyung slowly.
Taehyung chews on his lower lip, feels like he could come just from this. From the sight of his hand nearly covering Jimin's cock, and Jimin's hand struggling to wrap around Taehyung's. The juxtaposition is delicious, filthy. He'll never be able to look at Jimin's hands the same.
The way Jimin is stroking him and rocking into Taehyung's touch isn't helping either. As their bodies move, the head of Taehyung's dick bumps against Jimin's taut stomach, and it's not enough, it's not nearly enough, but it's still so much.
"Jimin," Taehyung gasps, breathing faster. He can hear Jimin's breaths too, catching in his throat on these tiny noises he's making that Taehyung could listen to forever. He tightens his arm around Jimin's waist, pulling him closer until he can trust against Jimin's stomach.
He slips his hand lower on Jimin's cock again, not so much stroking, but twisting his wrist back and forth, listening to the sounds Jimin makes and feeling him move, letting that guide how Taehyung touches him.
Jimin's hips kick forward again then, jerking into Taehyung's palm, and he lets out a noise that sounds almost like he's in pain. He stills his movements, and Taehyung does too.
"Wait," Jimin gasps. "Here." Then he's shifting again, until his legs are wrapped around Taehyung.
This close, their hips are practically flush against each other. There's not room for both of their hands between them anymore, but that doesn't seem to be Jimin's plan. He rolls his hips, thrusting against Taehyung's stomach the way Taehyung had been doing to him, and moans.
"Feels good like this," Jimin says, tossing his head back and baring his neck. Taehyung takes his opportunity and leans down, leaving kisses all along Jimin's throat. He hears the rumble of Jimin's laugh, feels it against his lips, and he smiles into Jimin's skin.
He hums his agreement into Jimin's neck, kissing his way up until he can suck behind the hinge of his jaw. Jimin shivers in his arms, and Taehyung tightens his hold around him, pulling until their stomachs are pressed together.
It does feel good, so much better than before, to have Jimin pressed up against him like this. To feel the warmth radiating from him, the subtle movements of his muscles as his body shifts against Taehyung's, the soft touch of skin against skin, the tacky stick of sweat. The way he's breathing in Taehyung's ear, hard and heavy, holding onto Taehyung with an arm around his shoulders, a hand in his hair. The taste of him beneath Taehyung's lips, clean skin and sweat and fuck Taehyung wants to taste more.
He doesn't think about it. Just drags his teeth across the spot he was tasting, presses one more kiss there, and then pulls back to stare into Jimin's eyes for just a moment. He watches Jimin's eyes flicker down to look at Taehyung's lips, and Taehyung doesn't hesitate.
He reaches up to rest a hand on the back of Jimin's neck, to pull him closer as Taehyung leans in, but he doesn't need to. Jimin is there, ready to meet him, eyes sliding closed and a whine on his breath even as their lips meet for the first time.
The feeling, the firmness of Jimin's mouth against his and the soft give of his lips. the taste of him when Jimin parts his lips and licks into Taehyung's mouth. The shiver that runs along Taehyung's skin, igniting every place they touch. it's all more than Taehyung could dream.
Taehyung moans into Jimin's mouth, pulling him closer still, tilting his head for a better angle. He has a sudden moment of clarity -- he's kissing Jimin. His best friend Jimin is in his lap, grinding against his stomach, tongue in his mouth and hands fisted in his hair.
It makes every sensation more intense, until Taehyung feels like he’s going to cry from how overwhelming it is. He inhales deep through his nose, unwilling to break their kiss, desperate to stay this close to Jimin, desperate to keep holding him and touching him like this.
But Jimin's there, too -- petting his hair, caressing down his spine, holding him close and guiding their kiss into something slower, more gentle. Something soft and sweet. Until they finally break away and Taehyung finds he is crying, but Jimin is smiling at him.
"Hey," Jimin says, reaching out to brush the tear tracks from his cheek.
Taehyung smiles back at him. "Hey."
"You okay?" Jimin asks, even if he's looking at Taehyung like he knows the answer.
Taehyung smiles wider, answers, "More than okay," and leans in for another kiss.
Taehyung just follows Jimin's lead this time, letting him set the pace of their kiss. The push and pull is softer now, less rushed. Taehyung feels less overwhelmed too, that too-big feeling replaced by something more manageable, but just as desperate for Jimin.
Taehyung is the one to break the kiss this time, and Jimin is the one to chase his lips. Taehyung grins, and leans in for one more.
"Come here," he sighs, but Jimin is right there with him, leaning back in Taehyung's lap so he can reach between them again.
Taehyung takes both of them into one large hand, and savors the breathy sound Jimin makes, the way his hands scramble to hang onto Taehyung's shoulders. Taehyung feels it too, the desperation and the overwhelming feeling clawing to the surface.
The heat of Jimin's skin pressed right up against Taehyung's, the wet of precome smearing between them as he shifts his hand to rub their heads together. He feels Jimin shudder, and keeps his other hand against the small of Jimin's back to steady him.
He feels Jimin's hand on the back of his neck, where he's doing the same. Then Taehyung strokes his hand down, as much as he can with their size difference, with how his hand can barely fit around them both.
Jimin moans anyway, rolls his hips so he's thrusting into Taehyung's hand, against Taehyung's dick, and that feeling has Taehyung gasping, leaning in to chase Jimin's lips, aching to kiss him again. It's grounding when their lips meet, when Taehyung can breathe him in. Jimin is still grinding his hips, thrusting into Taehyung's hand, even if Taehyung has stopped trying to stroke them. He's just focused on holding on, keeping Jimin there next to him so he can feel the glide of Jimin's skin against his, friction that has him wanting to cry again.
Jimin sucks Taehyung's lower lip between his teeth, soothes the bite with his tongue, and Taehyung moans, deep and full in his chest. Like everything he's feeling that's overwhelming and exhilarating is pouring out if him into Jimin, and Jimin is right there with him to take it.
Distracted as he is by Jimin's kiss, Taehyung doesn't notice him shifting, reaching down between them until he feels Jimin's hand over his, fingers slipping through the gaps in Taehyung's grip. Taehyung shudders, thrusting up into their hands too, and Jimin just kisses him.
"Jimin," Taehyung tries to say, but his voice is muffled by Jimin's lips.
Jimin hears him though, or understands. He kisses Taehyung deep, long tongue dipping into Taehyung's mouth, and he tightens his grip over Taehyung's hand. Taehyung can only gasp for breath.
Jimin guides their hands, too. He drags Taehyung's hand down, rolling his hips as he moves so their hands are wrapped around his base too. Then he guides their hands back up.
With their hands locked together like this, it's easier. They can touch more. Taehyung can feel more.
Jimin kisses him and guides their hands, and Taehyung feels his palm dragging over the head of Jimin's dick again, wet with precome now after so much build up. He feels Jimin's hand around him, stroking higher, touching more of him now.
The friction almost feels like too much. He prefers to touch himself dry, but with another person, it's so different. It feels good, so indescribably good, but he has a wild, desperate thought that next time, they should try using lube. Next time, he thinks again, the words stuck in his mind. Next time, because he knows there will be a next time. He can feel it in the way Jimin touches him, taste it in the way he kisses. He hears it in the sounds Jimin makes, soft and gentle and just for Taehyung.
He feels Jimin tighten his grip, speeding their movements, abandoning their kisses to just breathe heavy against Taehyung's lips. Taehyung speeds his arm too, lets Jimin set the pace because Jimin is so close, he can feel the muscles of Jimin's thighs tensing around his waist. He can hear the sound of Jimin's breaths catching, coming out in stuttered gasps. And he can feel the burn of Jimin's hand, moving faster and faster as he climbs closer, and Taehyung wants to feel it so badly. He wants to feel Jimin when he comes in Taehyung's hand, beside him --
Taehyung's orgasm hits him hard. He can't breathe suddenly, can't feel anything but the way Jimin is touching him, the pulsing in his muscles, the heat of pleasure burning through him. The air rushes from his lungs in another moan, this one choked and broken, and Jimin is there.
Jimin slows his movements, strokes Taehyung through it and kisses him softly, on his lips and then on his cheeks and forehead when Taehyung is too high to kiss back. Jimin touches him until Taehyung is shivering with each stroke, until he has to grab Jimin's hand to stop him.
His come is on his belly, on their hands. It’s wet between their fingers, and he huffs a single breathy laugh when he remembers his earlier thought that it was maybe too dry.
Jimin is still kissing him, across his flushed cheeks and at the corners of his mouth. Until Taehyung has recovered enough to turn his head and meet Jimin's lips with his own. They kiss slow and lazy, with Taehyung's skin still tingling.
It's Taehyung who moves their hands, tightening his grip around Jimin's cock again. Jimin follows him this time, sighing into Taehyung's mouth when he starts stroking again. The glide is easier now with Taehyung's come on their hands, and Jimin's sounds soon fill the room.
His muscles tense again, until Taehyung can feel him trembling. He kisses Jimin hard and holds him tighter, and feels the way Jimin's whole body shakes and goes slack when he comes across Taehyung's hand too.
Taehyung slows his hand, milks the last of Jimin's orgasm out of him and then lets go. He wants to hold Jimin closer, but his hand and his stomach are covered in come. He settles for letting Jimin hold onto him, and plant gentle kisses along his face.
"You taste salty," Jimin says after a long moment of silence, and Taehyung laughs.
"Why are you licking the tears and sweat from my face then?" he asks.
Jimin pouts. "I'm not, it's just. I was kissing you and --"
Taehyung cuts him off with another kiss.
When Taehyung pulls back, Jimin is grinning at him, and Taehyung knows he's got a smile to match.
It started with a fight. With wrong moves and insecurities and lashing out, and Taehyung knows they need to talk about it. Like they always do, so they can fill in the cracks and come out the other side stronger than before.
Right now though, he just wants to enjoy the moment. With Jimin in his lap, sweaty and flushed and smiling at him like that, sitting together on his bedroom floor.