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It was late as Jimin knocked on the hotel room door softly, a little more giggly than usual after a few hours playing drinking games with Jin.
He didn’t want to go back to his own empty room, he just wanted to stay in Taehyung's room. The lights were already switched off, but he hoped the younger boy was still awake. He missed the days when they still shared dorm rooms, and crawling into each other’s arms at night was as easy as breathing.
It had been a while since they'd slept together and Jimin was craving soulmate cuddles, as he often did when they were in a foreign city.
Taehyung would usually be delighted to have his favourite cuddle buddy for the night, and let him in without question, but once they were nestled together on the soft hotel bed he couldn't sleep, rolling around enough that it was keeping Jimin up too.
"What's wrong?" he asked with those half-lidded, sleepy eyes.
Tae looked uncomfortable, but they were best friends and he knew Jimin wouldn't judge him. "Uh, I'm just a little.. Pent up.."
"Pent up?.. Oh. Sorry, I didn't think about that, do you still not sleep well without it?"
Taehyung nodded, a little embarrassed.
Jimin noticed his awkwardness. "It's okay, it's a natural thing. I can leave if you want? I’ll go sleep with Hobi."
Taehyung protested before Jimin could even sit up, "No... I want to sleep with you."
"Tae.. Okay, uhh I'll turn around, so just pretend I'm not here."
Taehyung waited for a moment once he had rolled over, trying to listen for the sound of Jimin's breathing.
He pushed the covers down to below his waist, before quietly lowering his sleep shorts past his knees and grasping his already stirring cock.
He looked over at his best friend's back, just checking.
Pushing down the sheets had unintentionally exposed Jimin's bare lower back and the boxer briefs hugging his muscular ass.
He felt his cock begin to grow firm in his hand, and closed his eyes.
Just pretend he wasn't there? Impossible.
Jimin's ass was always so firm, yet somehow still soft and round, and curled over on his side, the position pushed it out temptingly.
He stroked himself dry, up and down softly, but the whispered sounds of skin on skin were still clear in the shadowy room.
He gave in, fishing the small bottle of lube from the bag beside his bed and smoothing a generous amount down his length.
It felt wrong, to be thinking of his best friend's body in the state he was in, but his dick was getting harder than ever, a bead of precome already dewing at the head.
Taehyung's eyes snapped open again, craving that visual reminder.
Jimin's light honey skin looked so soft, and usually Taehyung wouldn't hesitate to wrap an arm around his small waist, pulling him into his embrace to help him sleep.
But his fist was full, sliding up and down his thick cock, and he didn't know what Jimin would do if he touched him just then.
Taehyung stared at his plump ass, pushing out of the sheets towards him invitingly, and let out a heavy breath.
The situation was making Taehyung's heart race, but it wasn't enough.
He released a heavy sigh, rolling over behind Jimin. He reached up, thinking to stroke the silky skin between his shoulder blades, before he let his hand drop back down to the mattress.
A deep breath. Maybe he'd fallen asleep. "Jiminie.."
Instantly, a whispered "Yeah?"
"Uh, it's not working... Can I try to.. spoon you?"
He wasn't sure how else to phrase it before it wasn't friend talk anymore.
Jimin was silent for a long moment, long enough for Taehyung to almost panic, before there was a soft, "Okay."
Not giving himself a moment to reconsider, Taehyung kicked his shorts off his ankles, shuffling close behind him.
He wrapped his arms around Jimin, one slipping under his neck and the other just over his hips. Taehyung's chest brushed against his smooth back, warm skin to skin.
His knees fit in behind Jimin's shorter legs like a puzzle piece.
Finally, he pressed his hips in towards Jimin's spectacular ass.
A fluttering sigh escaped him as his sensitive cock brushed against the curve, so close to the tight place it desperately wanted.
Taehyung thought Jimin may have let out a shallow breath at the same time, but he couldn't be sure.
It was such a small thing, but the forbidden touch made him bolder. He gripped Jimin's hip gently with one large hand, his other crossing over his collarbone as he brought them closer together, his chin resting on the smaller male's shoulder.
His breath tickled Jimin's neck as he began to slowly roll his hips, his hard cock rubbing up and down the crease in Jimin's underwear.
His breathing was growing shallower, short pants in Jimin's ear, the air hot on his skin as he shoved his cock at Jimin's ass, pushing his underwear deeper into the crack with each thrust.
He wasn't thinking straight, just wanting the tiny piece of fabric to disappear so he could plunge inside fully.
He longed to please his Jiminie; it couldn't really be wrong to want to make his soulmate feel good, could it?
It wasn't his imagination, Jimin's breathing had changed too, his little hands fisting the sheets before him, and his head was rolling to the side, giving Taehyung more access to the sensitive skin of his neck.
"Jiminie.." he moaned, overwhelmed by lust and affection for his other half.
"Tae..."
Jimin's voice was lower than usual and a little husky, echoing Taehyung's thoughts.
A stuttered sigh, soft whispers against the skin of his shoulder. "Jiminie... I need more. Can I- can I come on your bare skin?"
He understood, immediately shoving down his underwear as Taehyung pressed wet kisses down his neck, maybe needing it just as much as Tae did.
Taehyung groaned as their lower bodies met again, hot skin to skin.
He rolled his hips again, and the angry head of his cock slipped between those peachy cheeks, catching on the rim of Jimin's hole straight away, pulling a surprised gasp out of him.
Taehyung wasn't trying, not knowing if he could even go that far, but it was as if their bodies were perfect for each other, his cock made for Jimin's ass.
He knew Jimin pushed back on his cock just then, and the knowledge was driving him wild. He wanted inside so badly, but they didn't have time for prep, or even permission, so he forced himself a little lower, pushing his hot dick between Jimin's thighs, the friction not the same, but still more than Taehyung could have ever dreamed of.
With a harsh grip on his hip, he fucked Jimin's thighs, the remaining lube smoothing the way as he snapped his hips against Jimin's plump bottom.
Their gasps mingled as Taehyung's cock rubbed along the underside of Jimin's balls.
Jimin was an active participant now, his breathing unsteady, ass grinding back at Taehyung, one hand holding the arm firm across his throat and the other pulling at his own hard cock.
The pleasured sounds falling from Jimin's lips felt like they were tugging directly on the head of Taehyung’s cock, and it didn't take much more before he was crying out, the rhythm of his hips turning erratic.
"Jimin, I'm- I'm coming!"
"Tae, Tae , come with me, baby."
Jimin moved down a little, and as Taehyung pulled back to thrust once more, he caught on Jimin's rim again. The thought of pressing inside, of shoving his dick deep into his best friend's tight asshole, was enough to push him over the edge with a deep groan, shooting his full load right against the puckered hole as his hips stuttered.
At the feeling of the hot come flooding between his cheeks, Jimin joined him, a high pitched cry into the dark room as his own orgasm washed over him, white ropes coating his hand as his body tensed and then slowly relaxed.
Their laboured breaths were the only sounds in the otherwise blissful silence, Taehyung still holding him tightly, before he began to pull away, pulling his sated dick out from between Jimin's now sticky cheeks.
As soon as he did, Jimin rolled over, hands coming up to pull Taehyung's face down to his, their lips crushing into one another as they shared a passionate kiss.
When they finally broke apart for air, they just stared into each other's eyes, identical grins growing on their faces.
"I love your cuddles, baby."
They fell asleep together moments later, sticky and satisfied, still wrapped in each other's arms.
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