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Taehyung watches from beneath his lashes as the pretty blonde orders a cocktail.
He's dressed in black from head to toe, his jacket covering hands that seem almost impossibly small as he lifts the drink to his mouth, lips slightly quivering as he takes a sip.
He watches silently as the boy finishes his drink in record time, holding up his hand to signal the waiter before he can make his way to the blonde who's waiting to order another.
"What's he drinking?" he asks, voice low as he nods slightly toward the boy.
"Margarita," the bartender, Hoseok, answers.
"Here," Taehyung pulls his wallet out of his jacket pocket, slapping a twenty dollar note down on the bar. "Get him another. Keep the change."
Hoseok eyes him warily but picks up the cash and puts the correct amount in the till, pocketing the change. "What are you doing?" he asks, grabbing a cocktail shaker and pouring in the ingredients. "In all the years you've been coming here, I've never seen you buy someone a drink."
"Yeah, well," Taehyung glances over at the blonde, now slumped over the bar with his head resting on his arms. "It's Christmas Eve. Besides, he looks like he could use it."
Picking up his own drink and sliding out of his seat, Taehyung takes a moment to smooth down his dark hair and straighten his jacket before striding toward the boy, slipping into the seat beside him just as Hoseok places the drink in front of him.
Blondie lifts his head and eyes the drink. "I didn't order that," he says, flatly.
"I did," Taehyung answers, the blonde turning toward him, grey eyes dull and lifeless.
"Why?" he asks, but there's no real curiosity in his voice as he lifts the drink to his lips.
Lips that are incredibly plump and pink, Taehyung notices, now that he's even closer to the boy.
"You look like you could use it," Taehyung says, repeating the words he'd said to Hoseok.
The blonde scoffs, licking his plump lips after swallowing another mouthful of his drink. "I look that pathetic, huh?" he said, voice so soft Taehyung has to strain to hear it.
"I beg your pardon?" Taehyung frowns, and the boy seems to snap himself out of whatever's going on inside his head, blinking rapidly to dispel the few tears that line his long, dark lashes.
"It's nothing," he apologises, sliding off his barstool and grabbing his drink, holding it up a little. "Thanks for this."
With that, the blonde tilts the glass to his lips, draining the rest of the contents. Putting the glass back on the counter he offers Taehyung a lopsided smile before turning and weaving his way through the crowd.
Taehyung glances at Hoseok, who raises his eyebrows with a small shrug.
Quickly downing the rest of his own drink, Taehyung slams the empty glass down on the counter and climbs out of his seat, turning toward the crowded dance floor.
It takes him a long moment but then the crowd parts and he spots the blonde, dancing in the middle of the floor on his own, his eyes closed and arms above his head as he sways his hips in those sinful black jeans, his black crop top riding up so high Taehyung can make out the lines of a tattoo on his rib cage beneath the edge of his black, leather jacket.
Taehyung slowly makes his way toward the blonde, ignoring a drunk girl who attempts to grab his arm and make him dance with her.
When he reaches the boy he thinks nothing of moving his hands to the blonde's waist from behind, pulling his back flush against his chest as he slowly sways them from side to side.
The blonde looks behind him, a smirk crawling across his cherub like face as he swings his bottom across Taehyung's crotch, grinding against him. "Took you long enough," he murmurs, leaning his head back against Taehyung's shoulder. "Was starting," he sucks in a shuddering breath as Taehyung's long fingers dance across his bare stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Was starting to think you weren't interested."
"Oh," Taehyung growls against his ear, his grip tightening around the blonde's waist. "I'm very interested, pretty."
"What, exactly, are you looking for?" the smaller man asks, spinning around in his arms and hooking one arm around Taehyung's neck as he rolls his hips fluidly.
"I don't do relationships," Taehyung replies, perhaps a little too honestly.
"Good," the blonde groans as Taehyung slots his leg between the man's thighs, allowing him to grind down messily. "My boyfriend just dumped me, so I'm not looking for one. I just," he closes his eyes, head dropping back with a gasp as he rolls his hips down again. "I just wanna forget."
"Forget what?" Taehyung asks, one hand sliding down to cup his ass, hauling him closer, their lips mere inches apart.
The blonde's warm, sweet breath fans across him, his eyes hooded as his gaze flickers between Taehyung's eyes and his lips. "Everything," he whispers, surging forward and connecting their lips.
***
Taehyung's not entirely certain how they made it back to his apartment, but the second the door closes he has the blonde pressed up against the door, hands fisted in his hair as he kisses him hard, tongues sliding together hot and wet.
"Fuck," the blonde gasps as he breaks away from the kiss, leaning his head bac against the door as Taehyung attacks his throat, mottling the skin with red and purple marks. "Bedroom," he practically growls, shoving Taehyung away from him, panting.
Taehyung grabs him again, shoving his jacket off his shoulders and working his fingers at the front of the boy's jeans, shoving them down his lean hips and kissing him desperately as he leads him down the hall to his bedroom.
The blonde isn't faring much better. High pitched whines escape his throat as he struggles to unbutton Taehyung's shirt, eventually ripping it open with a loud growl, scattering buttons across the bedroom floor.
By the time they're both naked the smaller man is almost feral.
He pushes Taehyung down onto the bed, climbing over him to straddle his hips as he rocks down hard, just once, whining into the kiss as Taehyung grips his hair, sitting up to seat the blonde in his lap, hands dipping into the curve of his lower back and teasing at the top of his ass.
"Fuck me," the blonde murmurs against his lips, and Taehyung is a goner.
Rolling the smaller man over to his back against the mattress, Taehyung hovers over him as he leans across to grab a small bottle of lube and a roll of condoms from the top drawer of his nightstand.
Sitting back on his heels, he coats three fingers on one hand, rubbing them together to warm the cool liquid as his clean hand gently presses the boy's leg up to bend his knee.
The blonde gasps at the first touch against his rim, featherlight and still a little cold from the lube. Taehyung presses a kiss to his inner knee as he spreads the boy's legs wider, settling between them more comfortably as he pushes one long digit inside, all the way to the second knuckle.
The blonde makes a loud keening sound in the back of his throat as Taehyung slowly pulls his finger out, all the way to the tip, before pressing back in again. This time with two fingers.
"Holy fuck," the blonde gasps, small fingers fisting at the sheets beneath him as Taehyung presses his fingers against the boy's sensitive prostate. "Oh, God," he shudders, eyes rolling back in his head when Taehyung adds a third finger, gently stretching him open.
"Fuck," Taehyung whispers as he watches the way the blonde's ass clenches around his fingers. "Fuck, pretty, you're just swallowing me right up. I can't wait to see the way you split open on my cock."
"Please," the blonde moans broken as Taehyung carefully withdraws his fingers, grabbing the lube bottle once more.
Sheathing himself with one of the condoms, he uncaps the lube, pouring a small amount over the head of his cock, hissing at the cold sensation.
Dropping the lube on the floor, he slicks up his cock until it's shiny, positioning it at the man's rim, tapping it a few times against the puckered skin teasingly.
Both men groan as he carefully pushes the head in, the blonde's ass swallowing him down so slowly, the fit so snug.
"Jesus," Taehyung groans once he's buried to the hilt. "Jesus, fuck. You're so tight."
"God," the blonde whimpers, nails lightly digging into Taehyung's flesh as the smaller man squeezes his eyes shut, wrapping his thick thighs around Taehyung's waist.
Taehyung slowly pulls back before thrusting back in, revelling in the high pitched moans the blonde lets out every time his cock brushes against the poor boy's abused prostate.
"You like that?" he growls with a particularly hard thrust. The smaller man is so delicate and tight Taehyung knows he could break him in half if he wanted to. Snap him like a fucking twig.
But, luckily for the blonde, he doesn't want to break him.
...Just ruin him a little bit.
The boy's cock lays hard and heavy against the boy's stomach, crystalline beads of pre cum dripping from the tip and pooling in his naval.
Snaking his hand between their bodies, Taehyung grasps the boy's cock, dizzy with pleasure when his long fingers wrap entirely around the blonde's smaller length, admiring the vast difference in their sizes.
The boy cries out, clenching around him as his head tips back against the pillows, and Taehyung effortlessly flips them over, pulling the boy up to sit on his lap. "Ride me, pretty boy," he says against the blonde's lips.
He has to bite down on his bottom lip as the small man starts working his hips, gliding over him as he sinks down on Taehyung's cock, over and over again. His head drops back on his shoulders as he braces his hands on Taehyung's chest, thighs flexing beneath Taehyung's hands.
A cacophony of whimpers fall from the boy's full lips, and Taehyung pulls his head down to kiss him, thrusting his tongue into his mouth as his hands move beneath the boy, cupping his ass as he helps him to move up and down on his length.
"Fuck," the blonde whimpers, tearing his mouth from Taehyung's as he slams his hips down harder, thighs trembling with exertion. "So close."
"Yeah?" Taehyung growls, thrusting up hard enough to make the boy cry out, hands flying to his shoulders to steady himself. "Gonna make a mess for me, pretty?"
"Oh, God," the man whines, eyes squeezed shut as he bounces once, twice, three times, then he's coming between them, pearlescent droplets pooling on Taehyung's abdomen as he rides out his orgasm.
Taehyung lets out a series of deep grunts as he thrusts up into the blonde, chasing his own release as he empties himself into the condom.
He collapses down beside the boy, both of them panting as they come down from their high.
Taehyung pulls the condom from his softening cock, carefully tying it in a knot. Grabbing a box of tissues from the top drawer of his nightstand he wraps the condom, ready to throw in the bin once he can move.
"May I?" the blonde asks, his voice quiet.
"Of course, sorry," Taehyung immediately offers him the box, averting his eyes to give him so (probably unneeded) privacy to clean the cum from his stomach, focusing on wiping his own abdomen clean before sitting up on the edge of the bed and reaching for a clean pair of boxer shorts, discarded on the floor in a neat, folded pile.
***
"So," the blonde tucks his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket.
"So," Taehyung says, raising his eyebrows as he purses his lips, glancing away.
They're standing in front of Taehyung's apartment door a short time later, the smaller man having borrowed his shower long enough to clean himself properly. Taehyung's somewhat conscious of the fact he's standing in the middle of his doorway half naked, silently thankful it's almost three am, the streets deserted.
His blonde hair is still damp and slightly curled at the ends, plastered to his head. As Taehyung watches, he sweeps it back from his forehead, raising one delicate eyebrow at the dark haired man.
"You know," he starts, biting his swollen bottom lip as he gives Taehyung another once over. "I never did get your name."
Taehyung blanches, his eyes widening just a little as he realises he doesn't know the blonde's, either.
As though reading his mind the blonde lets out a laugh, high pitched and sweet as he doubles over in front of the door. "Oh, my God," he gasps out, wiping away a few tears as he grins up at the taller man. "We really just fucked and we don't even know each other's names."
"Yeah, well," Taehyung shifts a little uncomfortably, and the blonde seems to take pity on him, sobering up long enough to offer his hand. "I'm Jimin," he says, his smile is as soft as his voice.
"Taehyung," the taller man answers with his own, wide grin, relief flooding his entire being as he realises the awkward moment has passed. "My name is Taehyung."
"Taehyung," Jimin repeats, shaking his hand, and Taehyung immediately decides he likes the way his name sounds on the boy's lips. "Well," Jimin continues glancing away and biting his bottom lip again. "I guess I should probably go."
"Yeah," Taehyung answers, but neither of them move for a long moment, seemingly not quite ready to say goodbye to one another.
"Ah, fuck it," Jimin declares, surging forward and fisting his hand in Taehyung's dark hair, kissing him so hard that Taehyung tastes the faint, metallic hint of blood on his tongue.
Pulling away, Jimin slips something into his hand, flashing him another wide grin that makes his eyes crinkle and almost disappear. "Thanks," he whispers, kissing Taehyung again, this time gently on his cheek. "Thank you," he repeats. "For everything."
Before Taehyung can reply, Jimin has bounded down the stairs and disappeared into the dark.
Pushing the door closed, Taehyung leans back against it with his eyes closed, allowing himself a brief moment of respite after the events of the evening.
Opening his eyes, he brings his closed fist up to level with his chest. His hand opens to reveal a small piece of scrap paper, folded into many, tiny squares.
Curiously he gently unfolds the paper, smoothing it out with his hands as his grin returns, much wider this time.
He chuckles as he drags his hand through his hair, pushing away from the door to return to the bedroom, scooping up his pants and feeling for his phone.
Unlocking it, he starts typing out a quick message, the smile still on his face.
I'm still not a relationship kind of guy,
but feel free to call me sometime, if you're ever down to fuck.
Merry Christmas, Jimin.
Taehyung.
Down the block, Jimin pulls his phone from his pocket, stopping beneath a street light to unlock it. A smile touches the corners of his lips as he saves the number, choosing not to respond to it.
As least, not today.