🔥   Ties that Bind   🔥

As soon as Taehyung had made it out of the club, he ran and ran until he found the first taxi he could see and jumping in it, he rushed home.

He was practically hyperventilating the whole journey home, trying to reanalyse and overanalyse every single detail, word and gesture, to figure out if Jeong Gyu knew why he had been at the club -if he were able to put two and two together and realise that Taehyung wasn't there for him, after all.

Jeong Gyu realising a connection between Jungkook and Taehyung was a worry but unexpectedly, Taehyung was more worried about the possibility of Jungkook having seen their exchange right in the middle of the club -in the brightest part of it with very little cover.

Out of the million possibilities that Taehyung could come up with, he couldn't decide which one would be the one Jungkook chose to take if he'd seen them, realising Jeong Gyu and Taehyung were so closely related.

Would Jungkook assume Taehyung knew about their past relationship?

If he assumed Taehyung knew then would he then think that he had some ulterior motive to be there with him...? Would he believe it was just a co-incidence? Taehyung wouldn't believe it either if he were the one in Jungkook's shoes. If, if, if, if....

Shit! He can NEVER know. Taehyung's head was hurting from all the spinning thoughts.

If Jungkook or Jeong Gyu for that matter, would ever figure it out, everything that mattered to Taehyung would be ruined by that knowledge and his life would never be the same again. The thought of that happening caused an avalanche of ache inside Taehyung.

Tears of desperation stung his eyes.

When Taehyung got back home, he changed into his pyjamas and went to make a cup of herbal tea, knowing that despite the late hour, there was no way he would be able to sleep while everything swirled in his mind -all his options, possibilities, consequences.

He always knew that the secrets and denial he allowed inside himself would some day come and bite him in the ass. Guess that was now.

He wouldn't allow himself to think about what he would do if he never saw Jungkook again.

Taehyung decided to wait for Jeong Gyu to come home so he could see for himself if his world was to come crumbling down tonight.

Taehyung was worried that if Jeong Gyu found out about their relationship, he would be upset and all the good that had been happening in the last few weeks would be undone and he would relapse into darkness again. If that happened, Taehyung would never forgive himself.

Loud noises at the door made him jump.

Jeong Gyu nearly fell through the door, hanging onto Jimin's tiny frame.

"What the hell!?" Taehyung almost screamed when he saw the bleeding lip and the bruised cheek on the sweaty white face. He ran to help Jimin with his heavy burden and they managed to manoeuvre Jeong Gyu to sit down at the dinner table.

Taehyung ran off to get some first aid supplies to clean and dress the wounds and Jimin went to fetch a glass of water and some ice.

Positively steaming, Taehyung set the things down with a loud bang.

"Who the hell did this to you!? Who!? Tell me, I will kill them! I swear!" Jeong Gyu just laughed in a crazy way and refused to say anything, shaking his head.

When Taehyung went to clean his wounds, he just shoved him away saying he didn't want it.

Confused, Taehyung searched Jimin's eyes and saw a pointed look in them clearly telling him who was responsible.

"Jungkook." He whispered. The loud slam on the table made Taehyung jump. With an angry finger pointing right at Taehyung, Jeong Gyu spoke through gritted teeth.

"Never. Ever. Say. His name. Again." He growled and disappeared into his room without another word.

"Jimin, what the fuck happened? Why did Jungkook hit him?" Taehyung didn't know what to make of it because again, he was in the middle of everything and he wouldn't know whose account would be reliable. It's not like he could ask Jeong Gyu -he could ask Jungkook even less.

What he wanted to know the most was the very thing he couldn't ask Jimin. Does Jungkook know? Does Jeong Gyu know?

Instead, he had to make do with asking general questions.

"Is he ok, is he drunk?" Taehyung whispered, worried Jeong Gyu would hear and start having a go at him again for suffocating him with his over-mothering.

Jimin nodded in a way that it was clear he was very drunk.

Taehyung squeezed Jimin's tiny hand with its tiny fingers firmly, nearly engulfing it in its entirety and smiled somewhat sadly, desperately even.

"Thank you for looking after him, I'm so grateful. Truly, you have no idea."

He sighed like the weight of the world had been firmly placed back on his shoulders again -just when he had had a few hours of freedom -but now it was even heavier than it was before.

"Hey, do you want to stay over, sleep on the couch? It's so late." Jimin shook his head.

"Should I call you a taxi?" Jimin smiled and shook his head.

"Well, do you at least want a sandwich or a drink or something?"

"You really are a true mother hen, Jeong Gyu is totally right about that..." Jimin rolled his eyes in an affectionate way. "He's really lucky to have you."

Jimin squeezed Taehyung's arm and left without another word, leaving Taehyung swimming in a chaos of thoughts in his mind, not one of them likely to disappear before the sun was up.

For a while Taehyung twiddled with his fingers before he decided on action, anything was better than staying still while listening his loud inner monologue. He thought that perhaps doing something -anything- would take his mind off everything.

He tiptoed into Jeong Gyu's room, just to check up on him and to pick up all the dirty bits of clothing off the floor. He decided to put all of the stinky clothes that they wore to the club in the wash. Except Jungkook's shirt. The one that he had stolen and Jungkook had already been wearing, so it smelled of him.

Before putting Jeong Gyu's trousers into the wash, he emptied the pockets. He was not happy about the dirty tissues, he was even less happy about the small plastic bag with white pills in it.

Taehyung's whole mind was entirely devoid of thought.

Then, they all came at once, like a tsunami: What is this? Drugs? Is Jeong Gyu a drug addict, is this why he has been so fucked up? Has he just started using, has he been using for a long time? Where did he get this stuff? What the fuck!?!?!?!?

The panic Taehyung felt was real and he didn't know how to deal with it.

He could feel himself get close to an imminent mental crash -the heavy session earlier, the emotional rollercoaster of the last few hours- he needed to lie down before he would just collapse under his own weight.

He rolled himself into the covers and hid away from the world. He didn't let himself think about the fact that he was holding onto Jungkook's t shirt, smelling it, wishing it were Jungkook himself here to be his comfort blanket. Only when thinking about Jungkook being there to hold him, did he finally fall asleep.

Breakfast was awkward in its silence and lack of eye contact.

Jeong Gyu and Taehyung had always had breakfast together -it was one of the few remnants of their mother who had always insisted upon it. She always said that she wanted to start the day with the people she loved and that there were no other people she loved more than Taehyung and Jeong Gyu.

It was sweet and true. About the love and about seeing people you love to start the day.

It centres you and lifts you up. Or doesn't.

Jeong Gyu looked a right mess. His black eye make-up was still there except it wasn't in any of the places it was supposed to be in. Smeared under his eyes and to the side of them, he looked more like a panda and the contrast with his crisp white t shirt he was wearing was almost comical.

Taehyung wanted to ask about the nipple piercing but then thought maybe that would come across as a criticism as well.

"How are you feeling?" Taehyung tried to start gently.

A non-committal grunt was all Taehyung got in reply.

"What happened?" Beating about the bush had never worked with Jeong Gyu, it was always better to go in focused and to the point, that way he might actually get something out of him before his attention drifted onto something else.

"Don't worry about it." His voice was rough.

Taehyung took a deep breath and prepared mentally.

"What's this?" He chucked the small plastic bag with three white pills in it onto the table between half eaten slices of toast and cups of coffee and tea.

The rage in Jeong Gyu's eyes flared up instantaneously.

"What the FUCK Tae!" He slammed the table and despite trying to put his best confident face forward, Taehyung couldn't help but to flinch.

"It's not enough that you fucking follow me around, NOW you have to start going through my fucking shit!!" Taehyung frowned at the swearing thinking how much mother would have disliked it but decided to focus on the more pressing matter.

"I was putting a wash on and emptied your pockets -if you don't want people to find your shit then don't leave it lying around like that!! I always wash your clothes, I always empty your pockets!! I'm not spying on you!" Taehyung was getting angry too -he only ever wanted what was best for Jeong Gyu.

"Well, either way, it's none of your fucking business!" He grabbed the bag and got up to leave.

"What is it? Is it dangerous, are you addicted to it?" He asked with a small voice he didn't quite recognise. He had to know.

Jeong Gyu clearly picked up on the genuine worry and concern in Taehyung's voice because he calmed himself for a moment before answering.

"It's just E. Ecstasy. It's fine, safe. Everybody has it all the time. I only take it when I go clubbing." He spoke quietly. "I'm careful, don't worry." He even added, seeming surprisingly soft.

Taehyung felt the tears threaten.

"Jeong Gyu, I... please be careful, I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you -you're all I've got..." his voice broke a little and he sniffled when the tears threatened to fall.

Finally looking directly at Taehyung, his eyes full of strange turmoil, he said:

"I will." He went back into his room and didn't come out for the rest of the day.

The heaviness at the bottom of Taehyung's stomach was back. Why was Jeong Gyu back in his room again, had he relapsed? Were they back in square one?

*

Taehyung wondered if he should have texted beforehand.

He didn't because... frankly, he was worried that Jungkook would tell him not to come because he had somehow found out about Jeong Gyu being his brother or worse, figured out why he had initially sought him out.

He needed to see Jungkook's face when he spoke to him.

He needed his closeness, his smell, his warmth.

If Jungkook didn't want to see him anymore, he needed to see his face when he said it.

Taehyung had worked all day in a daze, he had hardly slept and the tension from continuously worrying about everything, including Jeong Gyu's wellbeing, his own secrets -he was falling apart at the seams and found himself needing an anchor point because he was drifting, badly.

Taehyung wasn't quite sure when Jungkook had become an anchor point for him but what they had experienced so far and the bondage that they had done... Taehyung had never felt calmer than he did when he was in Jungkook's arms, at his mercy, when he was bound tight, held warmly with rope around him.

He worried about being needy but right now, his need was so bad that it was the only thing he could think about. He was past caring how he came across.

Jungkook had tried to concentrate on the orders and paperwork but all he could think about was Taehyung.

Not just his beautiful, ethereal form, but also his delightful submission, the way he had completely lost himself into subspace purely because he trusted Jungkook so utterly.

He was confused about Jeong Gyu being Taehyung's brother... but he had no reason to be suspicious of it, even if it seemed a bit of a co-incidence that Taehyung was here when Jeong Gyu used to be his sub.

What were the chances of that?

He comforted himself by calculating the odds based on numbers of potential subs and potential Doms in Seoul and the likelihood of him being recommended and came to the conclusion that it was most likely that Taehyung came to see him because he was the best. A bit of a cocky thing to think but it was true. There were a lot of rotten "Doms" out there and Jungkook came with references -one could never be too careful when it came to choosing one.

The only thing that had concerned Jungkook a little was if Jeong Gyu had ever told Taehyung about their relationship or how it ended. Considering Taehyung was here, it would seem not to be the case. Besides, even in relatively close-knit families one rarely spoke about things like sexual orientation or experiences in South Korea.

One thing was for sure -Jungkook was certainly not going to tell Taehyung, and not least of all because it wasn't his place.

There had been something different about Jeong Gyu and Jungkook couldn't quite put his finger on what, he seemed off somehow. No one would change that much within a year, surely?

He was still mulling over it when the bell at the entry corridor to the office buzzed.

The club wasn't open on Mondays because Monday was catch-up day -stocktake, deep cleaning the dungeon and joy-of-joys, paperwork for Jungkook.

All that was immediately forgotten the instant he saw Taehyung's soft and strangely fragile shape waiting to be let in. He scooped him up and hugged him so hard his feet lifted off the ground.

Breathless, Taehyung smiled, pink dusting his cheeks.

"Wow, didn't think you'd be that happy to see me." He said rather coyly.

"Well, I have no qualms about admitting I've missed you." His smile was cheeky when he popped Taehyung back down on the floor.

"Come?" he motioned in towards the office.

"How'd you get in? Don't tell me they let you in just like that?" He asked walking ahead, looking back toward Taehyung, holding out his hand for Taehyung to take -which he did. Jungkook was incredulous and shaking his head, wondering if he should fire someone.

"My smile opens doors, what can I say?" and to demonstrate, he grinned so widely that his eyes disappeared completely into happy crescents. He took Jungkook's breath away.

"I just said I had a job interview. They believed it!" He giggled right when they entered the office and Jungkook shut the door and directed Taehyung toward the large couch.

Jungkook shook his head again, smiling, absolutely enamoured by the vision in front of him.

He sat down and pulled Taehyung to straddle his legs -as if it were the sort of thing they did all the time. Taehyung leaned down and placed a gentle peck on Jungkook's lips before leaning back to take a good look at him.

Could it be that he had really missed him this much when he had seen him only less than 24hrs ago? He found that his heart ached a lot less when he was here, breathing the same air, feeling Jungkook's steady touch against him.

Jungkook's fingers spread and gently slid up and down Taehyung's thighs. It was a comforting touch -one that Taehyung felt was rejuvenating and reconnecting for Jungkook just as much as it was for him.

He sighed softly, finally relaxing for the first time since leaving in the early hours of the morning.

His body softened like it only seem to do when it was touched by Jungkook and he leaned over until their foreheads kissed, his eyes fluttering shut.

Jungkook's hands slid up, cupping Taehyung's cheeks tentatively.

"You OK? You look tired." Jungkook asked, concerned, running a thumb along Taehyung's jawline, lifting his face up a little to have a better look. His eyes asked more questions than his words, they were tinted with worry.

Taehyung gave him a smile that didn't quite seem to reach his eyes, wishing he could just tell Jungkook everything and have him be the rock that he had never had. Alas, he could not.

"Shit with my brother, didn't sleep a lot."

It was too difficult to lie to Jungkook, it hurt too much so to hide his lying eyes, he reached around Jungkook's broad shoulders and brought him closer into a hug.

In a perfect counterbalance, Jungkook's arms snuck around his sides until they reached all the way around Taehyung and he squeezed him tight -as if knowing it was exactly what he needed.

"How do you always seem to know what to say or do? It's kinda freaky -in the best possible way." Taehyung murmured against Jungkook's temple, the long, dark hair tickling his nose.

Taehyung could hear the smile and feel it against his neck when Jungkook spoke:

"It's just comes with having been doing what I do for so long -you get to read people, learn to know what their little "shows" are, it's usually possible to tell what people need a lot of the time. All it takes is listening, I guess?" His fingers ran up and down Taehyung's spine, as if slowly counting the nodes over it.

"Do you ever get it wrong?" Taehyung whispered, so close to Jungkook's ear he probably wouldn't have even needed to speak for him to hear his thoughts.

"Hmmm..." Jungkook's eyes fluttered shut when Taehyung's mouth wrapped around his ear lobe.

"Sometimes...." Suddenly Jungkook's hands was sliding down, casually patting Taehyung's ass like it was a cat.

"I can also tell when someone's trying to distract me..." He hummed, turning his face to Taehyung.

Taehyung caressed Jungkook's cheek tenderly, gazing into his eyes. He ran his thumb along the plumper lower lip and thought about kissing it.

"See, I can tell what you are thinking about right now..." His lips thinned into a wide smile when Taehyung blushed a little.

"You couldn't possibly...." He whispered against Jungkook's lips, mouthing against the soft silkiness.

Jungkook's quiet groan fell on Taehyung's lips when he spoke, so quietly that he wasn't even sure he had said it out loud.

"I missed you." He opened his mouth to kiss Jungkook properly.

They kissed like they hadn't been kissing for weeks, the need, the urgency to make up for lost time was there, humming right under the surface, making everything else somehow shallow and meaningless in comparison.

With his tongue sliding against Jungkook's, Taehyung's fingers wrapped tightly around his collar, wrinkling the fabric, fingers scraping at the neck, trying to get underneath to feel the velvet skin. Clumsy fingers fiddled with the buttons, trying to open the way to Jungkook's chest but they wouldn't budge.

The urgency inside Taehyung was burning so bright.

He wasn't sure if it was because it felt like he wouldn't have this with Jungkook for that long, knowing that as soon as Jungkook found out, he would lose everything, or maybe it was because he just wanted to forget everything and sink into the only thing in his life that was currently making any sense to him.

He yanked the shirt until it gave in to his demands. Buttons flying, suddenly Jungkook's naked chest was there and he could shove his face into it.

"Woah, Angel... woah..." Jungkook suddenly spoke as if gentling a scared animal, trying to calm Taehyung down.

"Hey, it's OK, I'm here, I'm not going anywhere. Shhh..."

Taehyung nestled into his chest, nuzzling into the heat of it as if it were the only thing that could save him. He shrunk himself as much as he could, sliding between Jungkook's legs a little, just so that he could place his ear on top of Jungkook's heart to calm himself with the steady beat of his living metronome.

Taehyung loved that Jungkook never judged, assumed or got worked up about anything. He was calm and solid, like a... rock. A smooth, dark, sun-kissed rock. Taehyung smiled a little thinking about it.

He refused to let the tears that had been building over the course of the day shed, instead he sighed.

"That's better. I missed you." He could finally smile again.

Gentle fingers cupped Taehyung's nape and slowly slid over the small curls there, smoothing them out.

"I missed you too." He whispered, as if these words were something they said every day.

Taehyung sat up, feeling a bit sheepish about the dramatics.

"I'm sorry I ripped your shirt." He spoke, smiling but trying to make an upside-down smile -with zero success going by Jungkook's reaction. "I'll get you a new one."

"I don't need a new one." He smiled even wider. "And you will always have permission to rip clothes off me, whenever you feel like it. Scout's honour." He giggled when Taehyung slapped his pecs at the silly salute.

On the saluting hand, the injuries on the knuckles, amongst the tattoos, were red and angry.

Taehyung grabbed the hand, shocked that it looked so bad.

"Ohmygodwhathappened?" He asked, trying to convince himself that just because he knew what happened and pretended not to wasn't really lying.

"There was a customer here last night, it got really out of hand. I had to escort him out..." Jungkook hung his head, somehow embarrassed even though it wasn't his fault.

It felt weird talking about Jeong Gyu without Taehyung knowing who they were talking about but it wasn't his place to tell...

"How an earth did you end up in the middle of it -you have security for that sort of thing, don't you?" he couldn't help asking, he had to know what actually happened. He couldn't trust Jeong Gyu or what he said anymore.

"It was about me. I had... history with the guy, he came at me, throwing himself at me and he wouldn't take the hint." Jungkook's cheeks were actually slightly pink.

"Came at you? What does that mean?" Taehyung tried to ignore the horrified feeling bubbling inside him.

"He... tried to kiss me." He looked at Taehyung to see what his reaction would be.

Jungkook wasn't quite sure why he was worried -it's not like they had really formalised anything.

Then again, they might not have formalised anything but what had already transpired between them was so much more than Jungkook had ever felt, it felt so significant that he didn't want to do anything that might jeopardise it. He didn't want to be with anyone other than Taehyung -and he wanted Taehyung to know that too -even when he didn't really quite know how to say it.

The way that Taehyung had given himself to him felt much more of a promise than any words he could have said to Jungkook. His body did not lie -it belonged to Jungkook now.

It was obvious Taehyung tried to keep a lid on his emotions -it didn't really make a lot of difference because his face was so expressive, Jungkook could see so much on it. Confusion, frustration, anger, perhaps even jealousy.

"Why?" Was all he said in the end, a quiet word slipping across tight lips. It was obvious he wanted to know much more than he dared to ask.

Jungkook considered his answer carefully.

"He... we.. he was one of my old subs and he wanted what he couldn't have... he wanted for me to be his Dom again..." Jungkook didn't dare to look at Taehyung, worried he'd see something he didn't want to see -everything depended on whether Taehyung knew the person he was talking about was Jeong Gyu.

"Oh I see." Taehyung said, his mind whirling. He didn't doubt Jungkook's words because Jungkook had no reason to lie, he didn't know who Jeong Gyu was. Why would Jeong Gyu want Jungkook back, WHY!? This can't be happening... Taehyung panicked, trying to desperately hold on to his calm façade.

"I didn't want him because I don't want anyone other than you, Taehyung. Please believe me when I say this, I mean it so, so much." Jungkook rubbed Taehyung's ear lobe absentmindedly while he whispered the words gently, trying to get Taehyung to relax again -he could see how the tension levels in Taehyung had been building again rapidly with the change of topic.

"We didn't part amicably. I had to let him go." He whispered, somehow disappointed with himself.

"Why?" Taehyung whispered again, even quieter, his whole being tightening. This was the answer he had been searching for, the reason everything had started, the very reason he was here... well, the reason he had been here, initially.

"He broke the rules. He had to go." Jungkook nodded, agreeing with his justifications. "But I really don't want to talk about this anymore, it's depressing." He smiled widely, turning fully toward Taehyung.

Broke the rules? What does that mean? Taehyung couldn't help but to be stuck on the thought.

"I'm so glad you're here because I've been thinking about the list, actually. We haven't talked about it, which is most unprofessional of me... You're making me reckless, Taehyung." He said, eyes darkening momentarily, sending shivers down Taehyung's spine, immediately all drama forgotten and buried to the back of his mind.

Jungkook helped Taehyung get off him and walked to the desk to pick up the familiar-looking piece of paper. "I think it would be good for us. It doesn't have to a rigid thing, more like... an exploration of what you want to do, OK?" He sat back down on the couch, sideways, facing Taehyung.

"OK. That sounds like a good idea." Taehyung smiled a little, slowly relaxing again.

"So, no 1. Restraints. We know Shibari is OK..." He smiled widely and Taehyung couldn't help but to match it. "What about tape, straightjacket, collar, arm binder, chains, whipping post and sling?"

"Erm, what's an arm binder?"

"It's like a single sleeve that you put both of your arms in behind your back and then tighten it up with laces."

"And is whipping post what I think it is?"

"If you're thinking of the wooden frame with the holes for your head and arms, then yes." Another smile.

"And sling?"

"Sling is kind of like a fabric swing." He made a little swinging, rocking action with his arms, it was cute.

"Yeah, OK, all that sounds cool, I think? Nothing feels weird about it but obviously can't say for sure until I've tried it..." Jungkook nodded, a little smile playing in the corner of his mouth.

"OK what about pain? You've tried gentle spanking and flogging, what about paddling, wax, caning, pinwheel, pegs and nipple clamps?"

"I thought the spanking was nice." He blushed so fiercely it was obvious he thought it was a bit more than just "nice". "...and the flogging was unexpected but I liked it too..." he couldn't help but to feel a little coy. "...but I don't think I could do that right now... he shifted uncomfortably on the couch, cheeks reddening at the delicious sting on his still-pink ass. Jungkook hummed.

"I don't know about the other things either -I think I'll need another demo session?" Taehyung winked at Jungkook and gave him a flirty smile, eyebrows wiggling. Jungkook hummed, licking and biting his lip, thinking about how the previous "demo session" had gone... he was pretty sure his cock just twitched in his pants.

It was incredibly difficult to talk about all of these things without thinking about naked Taehyung writhing under him and that, if anything, was a colossal turn-on.

"There's quite a few things on the "Discipline and Punishment" section, do you know what all of those are? Do they appeal to you? I guess orgasm control & denial is pretty straightforward...is that OK?" Taehyung nodded his answer.

"Chastity devices?" Taehyung shook his head.

"Humiliation?" Another no.

"Forced feminisation?" Taehyung lifted his eyebrows and said, "that's a no if it means what I think it means, made woman-like or something?"

"Yes, your guess is on the money. That's cool, not really a favourite of mine either but just like the others, it's a method of punishment so it just depends on what the sub reacts to... let's move on..."

"Tickling?" He smiled, knowing what the answer to that was going to be.

"No. Fucking. Way." Taehyung shuddered at the thought.

"What about petplay? Some people really like it." Taehyung's eyebrows furrowed.

"What's that?"

"It's where you play as master and pet. This is not really a huge favourite of mine either but I don't mind doing it if a sub is really into it."

"A pet?" Taehyung said, incredulous.

"I take that as a no." Jungkook's lips twitched into an almost smile.

"And cockwarming?" Taehyung noted that Jungkook said it in a different tone, it was almost hopeful.

"... you're going to have to tell me what that is too." Taehyung blinked, a warm heaviness started to pool somewhere low down.

"It's where you literally just keep my cock warm. In either your mouth or your ass, without moving, usually when I'd do something else, like work.

Taehyung's jaw dropped. "What?" He didn't get it. "Surely that just defies the object of having sex, if you don't even move!?"

Jungkook smiled again, really widely this time.

"Why don't you just say what you really mean, Angel... It's something that's difficult to explain but it can be used as a form of punishment. Imagine how difficult it would be if I told you to hold my cock in your mouth without sucking it or moving your head. Would you be able to do it?"

Taehyung pretended to think for a minute and then said, "I doubt it."

A little chuckle escaped Jungkook's mouth.

"Would you be able to do it if I told you I wouldn't fuck you for a week if you sucked me off?" He teased.

"Ohhh...." Understanding was beginning to dawn on Taehyung -that seemed a bit more like a challenge and the thought intrigued him. "OK, let's put that in the maybe pile..."

"I don't think we're quite ready to adventure to fantasy play yet but I am interested in finding out if sensory play is something you'd like to try...? It would involve blindfolds and heightened senses."

"Hmmm... that sounds pretty interesting. Can we try it?" Taehyung got up on all fours and closed in on Jungkook's face suddenly, bringing his lush lips almost in direct contact with Jungkook's.

An involuntary gasp slipped out of Jungkook's mouth, because of the idea of playing with Taehyung again but perhaps more because Taehyung's beautiful form was right there, at his grasp. His scent was so familiar and enticing. Comforting.

He weaved his fingers into Taehyung's hair and pulled him toward him while at the same time, leaning back against the flat of the couch, his head falling on the cushion against the arm.

Instantly, his mouth opened and Taehyung pushed in with his tongue, eager to sink into Jungkook's flesh, desperate to make contact and forget the world.

While they tasted each other, Jungkook's hands started wandering, between Taehyung's shoulder blades, down the groove of his back, wrapping his fingers around Taehyung's slim waist, reaching almost all the way around with both of his hands, fingertips close to touching in the middle. Once his hands travelled a little roughly over the thick denim covering the ass, Taehyung winced, gasping loudly.

"You that sore?" Jungkook pulled away, instantly worried.

Taehyung smiled. "It's really not that bad... Don't worry...I...I love it." Taehyung buried his face into the crook of Jungkook's neck in embarrassment -he wasn't sure why he was feeling shy but he couldn't help it.

"I'm sorry, I got carried away." Jungkook was so apologetic, Taehyung felt the need to re-iterate.

"Honestly. It's fine. I love the fact that I can still feel your hands on me long after..." Taehyung pushed a strand of hair off Jungkook's temple and caressed the silky skin there, looking Jungkook in the eye.

"I so love your hands on me, I don't think you know how much." He whispered and it felt like a confession.

"Me too." Jungkook said, sealing it with a kiss that was way too tender for what they were supposed to be doing: an emotion-free Dom/sub contract.

Reluctantly, Jungkook helped Taehyung off him and said, "come."

They headed for the play room in comfortable silence, holding hands, bumping shoulders.

"Do you want to play? We can leave your behind out of it?" He grinned.

"Sure, I'd love that." He said when they entered the calming space full of familiar, comforting smells.

"I'll light the fire, it won't take long."

A few moments later, Jungkook returned and suddenly he was deeply focused while he picked up goodies from the shelves spreading them on the worktable.

The items he had chosen included: blindfold, several types of gag, ear defenders, small bundles of something that looked silk scarves, a candle, a bottle of some sort of oil were just the things that Taehyung could see and recognise.

"I was thinking we could try something really low key, sensual, soft, just to help you relax after the soreness you must be feeling from yesterday? It also really helps build up those happy hormones that I was talking about -we want to make sure that your levels are back to normal...

...It's called sensory play and it's what it says on the tin -playing with your senses in a sensual way."

Taehyung lifted his eyebrows. "That sounds lovely." He breathed, already feeling the tingle in the lower reaches of his body, the expectation of delight, of pleasure.

Jungkook was still in awe of how much softness Taehyung was bringing out in him.

He felt no need to be harsh, to constantly push a hard, mean demeanour, it felt OK to be softer and gentler for the moment, the priority being Taehyung's comfort and enjoyment until he was ready to move on onto something more intense.

Jungkook wanted to savour him, one gentle bite at a time and he wanted Taehyung to be writhing with need every step of the way.

"I'd normally do it on the worktable but given your sore derrière, I thought we could do it in comfort on the bed, if you'd like?"

Taehyung nodded, clearly grateful.

"You know flogging and spanking would fall under this category too -as would tickling." He laughed when he saw Taehyung's wide, panicky eyes. "Don't worry -no tickling- and no impact play today. It would be irresponsible to add to your soreness so we'll be gentle today, OK?..

...All types of tickling are very common methods with sensory play, but other things are temperature, various types of touches, with hands or toys -in the harder end things like nipple clamps and pegs- and anything from massage to food play....

...Also, gags. You can use anything from dirty undies to these kinds of gags..." Jungkook pointed at one with a ball in the middle of it, "a ball gag which keeps your mouth open but blocked," and another one with funny metal bits poking out of it, "a spider gag -this one keeps your mouth wide open for access, "and there's also ones that have protruding bits of various sizes to stuff your mouth full while you're gagged." He looked at Taehyung who was beginning to feel the heat on his cheeks and twitching in his pants.

"But today I thought I would just use a scarf." Jungkook smiled, perfectly aware of the rouge on Taehyung's cheeks and the biting on his lush lip.

"Happy?" He asked.

Taehyung looked at the things and asked, "so definitely no tickling. What about the candle -does the wax hurt?" He hesitated.

"Not really that much, if you do it from higher up the wax has more time to cool down so you feel it less -but we don't have to do it at all today, if you don't feel like it."

Taehyung didn't answer but the hesitation on his face was so obvious that Jungkook just picked it up with the gags and put them back.

"I just wanted to remind you that I'm no longer going to be asking for your permission regarding anything that goes on in this room. If you need me to stop, you need to use your safeword because as of now, you are all mine and have no say over it, hm?" He whispered, suddenly at Taehyung's ear, his voice full of tease and temptation, his finger gently sliding down the side of Taehyung's sensitive neck.

Taehyung felt heat run all the way up and down his spine, puffing out as a small gasp out of his mouth, a lightning of need shooting through him. Just using his words, Jungkook already had him trembling.

Noticing his effect on Taehyung, Jungkook hummed, pleased.

"Naked.On the bed. On your back."