M - vmin, a kiss to give up control
Jimin settles back against the pillows and tries to count his breath—six beats in, eight out—but he can’t make himself relax. The whole point is that he can’t relax on his own.
“Take off your shirt,” Taehyung says—the sentence stutters to a stop as Taehyung cuts off his instinct to add something gentler or more polite to the end.
That’s all right; they’re still slipping into roles, Taehyung pacing at the foot of the bed to make himself big in his body and make them both feel it. Anyway, the shirt’s the easy part. Jimin takes it off and tosses it at Taehyung, smiling as Taehyung gives him censorious eyebrows.
And then it all starts sliding into place, Taehyung crawling up the bed and climbing over Jimin, nudging Jimin’s legs apart and touching his skin, tracing up his side to make him all shivery and gliding slowly, slowly down his arm to take his wrist.
He lifts it over Jimin’s head, guiding his hand to the cuff hooked to the headboard, but an unwelcome instinct flashes hot in Jimin’s chest, and he snatches his hand away.
Taehyung’s face softens like melting butter, his eyes falling wide. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Jimin tries to lift his hands again, giving them to Taehyung to bind away from him, but his chest folds nervously closed and he ends up clutching his hands close.
“Jimin-ah, Jimin-ah." Taehyung folds him up in a hug. “We don’t have to do it like this. We can do whatever you want.”
“I do want it like this,” Jimin says. Or, maybe more truly, he needs it. In a small voice, he asks, “Can you just make me?”
Taehyung doesn’t sigh, but Jimin is close enough to feel the big heave of him holding it back.
He presses his lips to Jimin’s temple and then down to his jaw, puts him back on the pillows again like he’s placing a porcelain figurine in a box. Or putting away a gun that’s liable to go off.
Taehyung takes Jimin’s wrist again, but he just lifts Jimin’s hand to his lips and kisses the pads of his fingers, one at a time, pinky last.
“Are you sure?” Taehyung asks.
“Yes.”
Taehyung nods, but he still doesn’t force, not really. He says, “Open your mouth for me?” And it’s Jimin’s own effort to relax his jaw, to let his lips fall apart, to finally give under the gentle pressure of Taehyung’s kiss and the tighter grip around his wrist.