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The moment Jimin brings his hands to Taehyung's foot, he knows they're in trouble.
He's given Taehyung massages before, knows how vocal he gets. Knows that with them, seventy five percent of the time, massages turn into something much more lewd.
So it's no surprise that Taehyung moans at every press of Jimin's fingers, head lolling back against the edge of the pool when Jimin digs his thumbs into the ball of his foot. The sound echoes in the space and seems to reverberate ten times as loud in Jimin's head.
Jimin presses down on a pressure point. Taehyung's eyes roll back.
His mouth is open, lips shiny with pool water, eyes glazed over, and Jimin can't stop looking. He slides his hands over Taehyung's calves, massaging the tension he feels there, and watches the way Taehyung's mouth falls open wider, a groan of, "Yes, right there," slipping out.
And Jimin knows that there are cameras pointed at them, that maybe they should tone things down a bit, but as he moves his ministrations to Taehyung's other foot and watches him moan shamelessly, the last thing he wants to do is stop.
There's something about the knowledge that they're being filmed, that anyone could see them like this, that makes heat curl thick and heady in his stomach.
He swallows thickly.
He's distinctly aware that he's hard.
Taehyung lets out another deep groan, hooded eyes meeting Jimin's, and breathes out, "Right there, Jiminie, don't stop," and Jimin squeezes a little too hard, fingers biting into Taehyung's leg. Taehyung yelps.
"Sorry, sorry," Jimin murmurs, rubbing a hand soothingly over the wounded spot. His brain feels clouded, stuffed with spinning, burning stars. Taehyung is so pliant under his hands, weak to every touch, and Jimin just wants to take him apart.
There's a glimmer in Taehyung's eyes when Jimin looks up at him again. He looks fucked out, laying there with his lips parted, eyelids heavy, a flush on his cheeks. Jimin swallows, drifting closer in the pool, his fingers brushing lightly against Taehyung's thigh.
"Ya! Jimin!"
It's Seokjin, waving him over from the other side of the pool.
"Massage your hyung, too," Seokjin says, adjusting himself into a ridiculous pose, elbows propped on the edge of the pool, back facing Jimin, legs straight out behind him. "My legs are sore."
Jimin spares a glance at Taehyung, who's still watching him with dark eyes. He squeezes Taehyung's thigh--a promise.
Sloshing his way over to Seokjin, Jimin keeps his lower half underwater; he's so hard it's almost painful now.
"You're so greedy, only using your strength on Taehyung," Seokjin complains. "Why don't I ever get treated that well? I'm the oldest."
Instead of massaging, Jimin teasingly pulls at Seokjin's legs a couple of times, ignoring Seokjin's loud protests. He looks over his shoulder, and Taehyung is still laying there, still watching him. Jimin's insides clench. He tugs Seokjin's legs apart one last time, and then, deciding to take his chances, he makes a run for it. He splashes his way out of the pool, water dripping in a trail behind him as he heads for the showers, Seokjin's yells fading away.
The showers are empty, the rest of the members still playing around in the pool, and Jimin hurriedly peels off his shorts and rashguard. He exhales loudly when the cool air hits his cock, flushed and wet at the tip.
He fumbles with the shower knobs, and as soon as warm water starts spraying from the nozzle, he has a hand against the shower wall, his other hand desperately stroking himself, nearly crying out at the relief his touch brings.
There's the sound of the door opening and closing. Wet clothes hitting the floor. Jimin slows his hand down.
Warmth presses against his back, the distinct smell of pool water filtering into Jimin's nostrils. Long, cool fingers wrap around Jimin's hand, stopping its movements.
"Getting started without me?" Taehyung says lowly into his ear, voice teasing. He moves his hand, trailing his fingers lightly up Jimin's stomach, making him shiver.
"Took you long enough."
"Don't blame me. You're the one who turned my bones into jelly with that amazing massage."
"I can't believe," Jimin pants, words thinning out on a soft moan as Taehyung's fingers move to skim along his cock, "you acted like that on broadcast."
Taehyung laughs. "You were into it."
"I was," Jimin agrees, and then turns around to pull Taehyung's head down into a kiss.
A faint tinge of bitter chlorine still clings to Taehyung's lips, but soon enough, with their tongues slipping together, sloppy and desperate, he tastes more like Jimin than anything else. Jimin's hands slide down to squeeze at Taehyung's ass, and Taehyung groans into his mouth, body buckling forward.
They pull apart for a second to breathe, foreheads pressed together. Water droplets slide down their faces, drip off the tips of their noses. Their breaths are warm in the space between them.
"You drive me crazy, you know that?" Jimin laughs lightly. "I nearly came in my pants in the pool, just from giving you a massage."
"You take such good care of me, Jiminie." Taehyung runs a thumb over Jimin's nipple, whispers, "My turn to take care of you now."
He drops to his knees.
Jimin scrabbles for purchase on the slippery shower wall as Taehyung sinks his mouth onto his cock with no hesitation, peering up at him with dark eyes framed by damp, even darker lashes. Jimin slides a hand into Taehyung's wet hair, pushes it back from his forehead, lets his own head fall back against the wall in pleasure, back arching.
Taehyung is overwhelmingly enthusiastic when sucking cock. He takes Jimin deep, mindless of the drool that runs down his chin and mixes with the shower water, hand working quick and skillful at what his mouth can't fit. Jimin's hips buck forwards, chasing the slick heat of Taehyung's mouth, fingers tight in his hair--pulling at the strands a bit, not too hard, just the way Taehyung likes it.
Jimin is worked up enough that it doesn't take long before he's cupping Taehyung's cheek in his palm, gasping out, "Stop, I'm close, I'm close."
Dutifully, Taehyung slides off with one last lick at the tip. Jimin hauls him up, presses him against the shower wall, crushes their lips together. His finger slides between the cleft of Taehyung's ass. Taehyung gasps softly in response.
"Wanna fuck you so bad," Jimin murmurs, biting lightly at Taehyung's earlobe. "Wanna hear you moan like before."
"Please," Taehyung breathes back. He clutches at Jimin, trembling, as Jimin's finger dips lower, brushes against his entrance.
"We don't have anything."
Taehyung whines, pushing back against Jimin's finger.
"Baby, come on, I don't want to hurt you."
Instead of responding, Taehyung takes Jimin's hand, pulls it up and slides his finger into his mouth. He locks eyes with Jimin as he sucks at it, swirling his tongue, coating it with saliva, before sliding it out with a wet noise and bringing it back down towards his ass.
"Just a little bit," he says, almost pleadingly.
As always, Jimin can't resist him.
Slowly, carefully, Jimin pushes his finger past the rim, giving Taehyung time to adjust. Taehyung lets out a low exhale, head resting on Jimin's shoulder.
"Good?" Jimin asks, once his finger has slid almost all the way in.
"Yeah," Taehyung sighs. "I'd rather have your cock, but any part of you is good."
"Romantic."
"I try."
Jimin is just about to start moving his finger when Taehyung jolts up abruptly.
"My bag," he says, relief coloring his voice. "I think there's lube in my bag."
"Where is it?"
"In the lockers." Taehyung flutters his eyelashes at him. Jimin sighs.
"Fine. I'll get it."
Jimin shivers as he steps out of the steamy shower, water puddling at his feet. Thankfully, the lockers are right by the showers, and he spots Taehyung's bag crammed into a half-open locker easily enough. A quick rummage through the front pockets turns up a small packet of lube.
Jimin shakes his head but smiles to himself.
He makes his way back to the shower as fast as he can. As soon as he gets there, he sucks in a sharp breath.
Taehyung has his head tipped back against the wall, mouth open, his arm stretched behind him, a finger slowly working in and out of his hole. He opens his eyes when he senses Jimin's presence.
"Impatient, are we?" Jimin says, throat thick with desire.
Taehyung only nods in answer, biting his lip as he pulls his finger out.
Jimin's hands are slippery with water, and he struggles to get the lube open. Finally, impatient, he uses his teeth, ripping the packet in one jerk of his head.
"God, that's hot," Taehyung says.
Jimin's ears pink, pleased, as he squeezes out half of the lube onto his fingers. He holds Taehyung in place with one hand while his other dips down, circles Taehyung's rim a few times, and then finally pushes in.
Immediately, Taehyung moans, a low sound that bounces off the tiles. It shoots straight to Jimin's cock. He moves his finger, upping the pace when Taehyung starts rocking his hips backwards.
"Another one," Taehyung pants.
Jimin obliges, eyes intent on Taehyung's face as he does. His mouth is hanging open again, that same blissed out expression he'd worn while Jimin was massaging him taking over his features.
"Just like that, baby." Taehyung clutches at Jimin's shoulder, nails no doubt leaving half moons in their wake. "It's good, Jimin, it's good, you're so good--"
Jimin presses forward, fingers moving faster, his cock twitching at the praise. He kisses Taehyung's throat, feels the way his moans vibrate against his lips.
After a bit, Taehyung rasps out, "I'm ready, Jiminie."
Pulling back, Jimin hurries to grab the packet of lube and spread the rest over his aching cock, hissing at the simple touch.
Taehyung has turned around so that his back is facing Jimin, elbows braced against the wall. Jimin can't resist quickly dropping down and swiping his tongue over Taehyung's hole a few times, cringing a bit at the taste of the lube, but the sound of pleasure Taehyung lets out makes it more than worth it.
Carefully, Jimin lines himself up and then pushes in, groaning at the tight heat.
"Fuck," Taehyung says, the word half-exhaled. "God, Jimin, you feel so good."
"Are you okay? This isn't uncomfortable?"
"It's good, Jiminie, it's perfect."
The first thrust has Taehyung keening, head dropping to rest on his forearms. "More, please, faster."
There's desperation--in Taehyung's voice and body, in Jimin's gut.
Jimin sets a steady rhythm, the sound of skin meeting skin seeming amplified by the stall's echo. Not that that really matters, because Taehyung is so loud, moans falling freely from his lips, and Jimin is so turned on he can barely think straight.
"Right there, right there, that's it--" Taehyung chokes on a whine.
Jimin moves faster, body thrumming with how good it feels, head spinning with the sounds of Taehyung's pleasure.
"Jimin," Taehyung gasps out, barely any warning before he's coming all over his hand.
At the sight, Jimin's hips stutter. He can feel that familiar tension in his body coiling up, aching for release.
"Fuck, Tae, I'm going to come," he hisses. "Fuck, I'm so close."
"In my mouth," Taehyung gasps. "I want it in my mouth."
That tips Jimin over the edge. He pulls out, hand working over his cock, and Taehyung drops to his knees just in time to catch the first spurt of cum in his mouth. The rest of it lands on his cheeks, his lips, his chin, and while Jimin watches, Taehyung licks up every last bit of it, scooping up with his fingers what he can't reach with his tongue.
They collapse on the floor together, mindless of how unsanitary that probably is. They kiss softly as their breathing evens out. A bit of cum swirls down the drain, forgotten, and Jimin laughs breathily.
"I can't believe we just did that."
"I told you that with shower sex, practice makes perfect. No one slipped this time."
"I'm talking about the fact that we did this pretty much in public." Jimin rolls his eyes fondly. "But yes, I do think we've gotten better at it."
"A bit more practice wouldn't hurt." Taehyung waggles his eyebrows.
Jimin grins and shoves playfully at him. "Let's save that for home."