And there he was, dark and delicious with an order of the most scrumptious kind.

Taehyung wasn't sure if he'd ever get used to the speed at which Jungkook swapped his faces between his everyday one and his Dom one. Either way, it was exhilarating and always sudden and unexpected and Taehyung quite enjoyed being kept on his toes, guessing when the Dom was going to make an appearance and ravage him senseless, inside and out.

Without delay, his eagerness showing in his sharp, rushed yanks, Taehyung started peeling his clothes off, dumping them on a chair by the bed and in no time at all, he was on the bed, naked, lying on his back.

His heart was beating out of his chest. Even now he felt a little shy about lying down in front of Jungkook in all his nakedness when Jungkook was still fully dressed -even when he found the resulting feeling of vulnerability an incredible turn on.

"Good." Jungkook said when he walked over with the things he placed on the side table within his reach. "Hands over your head."

Just like Jungkook himself, his orders were soft and calm but with a subtle edge of authority which was impossible to ignore.

The characteristic that Taehyung always noticed first when he saw Jungkook was the incredible sense of inner confidence that could only stem from the absolute knowledge of oneself and the boundaries surrounding that knowledge. There were no hidden, secret places, therefore he had no need to be anything other than confident because he knew himself. He was honest with himself.

Taehyung wondered what that felt like. Honesty. Openness within oneself -no compartments, no secrets, no denial. He wanted it. He wanted it as much as he wanted Jungkook because he knew he could never fully be with Jungkook if he wasn't honest with him. Jungkook deserved honesty from him.

A delicate touch on his thigh made Taehyung forget everything but this, another perfect moment of calm silence within him, the path to which was paved by Jungkook.

Unable to resist the honeyed softness in front of him, Jungkook slid his hand along Taehyung's thigh from his knee up all the way to the hip, humming deeply in his chest when he saw the instant effect of his touch as the sharp rise of Taehyung's chest and the twitch in his already half-hard cock lolling to the side on his dark thicket of hair.

"I love how sensitive you are to my touch..." he whispered, eyes glowing. He climbed to straddle over Taehyung's hips.

Jungkook wondered if this degree of possessiveness was bordering on unhealthy.

He also wondered if he'd ever stop feeling possessive over Taehyung. He wondered -although he told himself not to- if he were able to keep this possessiveness just in the play room, because it was beginning to look very unlikely. He wanted Taehyung to be his all the time, everywhere and not just in the confines of the playroom.

Sliding his hands on the sides of Taehyung, he travelled all the way up to the fingertips, going over the waist, ribs, arms on his way. Jungkook wrapped his fingers around the slim wrists and pressed down, pushing into the plush cushions that Taehyung was resting his head on.

Instantly there was a little peep from Taehyung and when Jungkook looked down, the wide pools of dark chocolate were gazing up at him, pleading.

Responding to the silent appeal, Jungkook bent down and claimed Taehyung's lips in a gentle kiss but pulled away when it threatened to develop into a deeper one.

"I'm going to tie you to the bed with your wrists together and your legs apart and then I'm going to put a blindfold on you. Then I need to go out to get a few more things, but I won't be long. Just remember that no one else can enter this floor, so when you hear someone, it's me, definitely, OK?"

Taehyung nodded, whispering a little "yes" and Jungkook got to work, tying Taehyung's wrists together and onto the bed frame using silk scarves, then proceeded to do the same with the ankles, except he tied them to the opposite corners, separating them wide apart.

He appeared, hovering over Taehyung's face and said,

"I'm going to put the blindfold on, are we still green?"

Taehyung nodded, then smiled saying, "Yes, Sir." Loading it with tease and borderline sarcasm.

Jungkook bit his lip in response before muttering, "That tongue of yours is going to be the death of you..."

Then, there was only darkness.

The blindfold had a strange effect. Immediately, it focused everything inwards, toward the body, toward the mind.

Taehyung became aware of the sensations in his wrists, his ankles and immediately his body started relaxing into the familiar feeling of warmth and safety.

Wordlessly, Jungkook continued the way he'd said he would. His bare feet were almost completely soundless on the playroom floor but Taehyung heard a door open -but not close- and another door open directly after. Why has he gone into his flat?

A moment later, he returned, doors closing.

"Stick your tongue out." Jungkook said.

Taehyung could not help but to feel somewhat suspicious -it was strange not to be able to visually assess what was going on.

"It's OK, promise." Jungkook encouraged, seeing the worry on Taehyung's face.

He complied, sticking out his tongue.

Jungkook admired the bright pink, succulent muscle and wondered if he had enough self-control in him to go through with this because really, all he wanted right now, was to be inside Taehyung, balls deep.

He was holding a bowl of juicy strawberries and he picked up one, propping it on Taehyung's tongue.

"Bite." He instructed and this time, without delay, Taehyung followed his orders.

The second his teeth sunk into the succulent red flesh and the juices burst out, smearing on his lips, he moaned.

There didn't seem to be any logical reason as to why a strawberry would bring so much sexual pleasure -he had never had a strawberry before that made him feel so completely turned on.

But somehow the fact that Jungkook fed it to him, without Taehyung knowing what it was and going purely on trust made it mean so much more.

Being blindfolded not only heightened his sense of taste but it also seemed to connect it to his other senses. The red smell, textures of the strawberry, the wet succulence, the sweetness all mixing with the coolness of it on his lips, the sensuous spread of juices all over the sensitive flesh in and around his mouth...

Taehyung felt the saps and the pleasure ignited by them travel down his throat -on the inside and on the outside, slowly sliding across his skin in a wave of pleasure- which seemed to morph into a thing of its own, radiating across his body.

This sort of pleasure over something so small seemed unreal, impossible. Yet there Taehyung was, his whole body swimming in a strawberry-induced haze.

"Tastes much better, right?" Taehyung could hear the smile in Jungkook's voice, the pleasure of watching him.

Taehyung actually felt his hips roll when his tongue came out to automatically lick the juices off his lips.

"Stop."

Taehyung felt the bed dip and suddenly Jungkook's hot, wet tongue licked across his lips to clean up the sweet juices. Despite his best efforts, Taehyung did not manage to catch it.

"Hmmmm.... Sweet." Jungkook hummed in a way that Taehyung wasn't sure if he was talking about the strawberry or him but the thought of the latter of the two tickled his insides with prickling heat.

"You look so, so good like this Angel..." Jungkook sighed. "I could look at you like this forever." He whispered, realising it sounded like a confession...

"Only look? That's a long time just to look..." Taehyung tried to joke but it came out all breath.

He tried to wriggle around in his ties, to see if there was any leeway, any slack. There wasn't. Taehyung wasn't surprised but trying was part of the fun.

"Oh, I wouldn't just look, honey. How could I keep my hands off a delicious morsel like you? I couldn't." A hand slid down Taehyung's soft, tender abdomen, to the side of it, around it and up again until the gentle touch lingered around his nipple, a single finger drawing circles around it.

Suddenly, a hot and wet mouth latched on to the sensitive nub, surprising Taehyung enough to make him moan a little. He blushed at being so turned on, so wanton already.

If he felt like this now -if a single suck at a nipple and a slide of hand across his stomach was enough to have him in pieces like this- how would he feel like when Jungkook would actually turn up the volume?

Jungkook changed sides and then blew over the nipples, the cool air making the buds pert and straining.

"I'll admit I've never struggled quite as much as I do with you, Taehyung." He spoke quietly, sounding breathless.

"Struggled?" Taehyung asked, turning his head toward the direction of Jungkook's voice.

"Hmmmm.... It isn't usually difficult for me to hold off while I bring my subs to the edge of desperation but with you... I sometimes wonder if... it's me who gets teased more than you..."

While he was speaking, his hands slid up and down all of Taehyung, his lips placing wet kisses all over, on Taehyung's shoulder, ribs, bellybutton, ankle, inside of his knee.

Taehyung was getting more and more riled up, his skin burning – just as much from this sensual, gentle touching as it had from the firmer, harder touching of before, but most of all because of Jungkook's words.

In a way these soft touches and caresses felt more dangerous because they were reaching closer to Taehyung's heart.

This time it felt like the touch not only sunk deeper but it was also charged with more emotion.

Rather than the searing heat from before, the sharp, blinding fire of every smack, every yank and grab, these gentle slides were like a glow, a warm light inside Taehyung, no less hot -just wider, deeper, somehow more colourful and they weighed sweet and heavy at the bottom of his heart.

Taehyung could feel himself slip deeper, forgetting more of the world, feeling the relaxed state. That warm glow that he had already started to associate with Jungkook was there and he sunk into it with pleasure. It was so easy to forget everything but this.

Sudden cold sensation perked Taehyung's attention back into the real world.

Something cold and smooth was touching his lips and it was melting all over, dripping down his chin. Ice.

Jungkook traced the ice cube from Taehyung's lush lips now glistening with water, over his chin, down the curve of his throat until he reached the little pit in the space between his collarbones where he stayed for a moment, filling the dip.

Then he travelled over the middle of his chest down to his bellybutton where to took some turns until Taehyung felt the ice melt and fill the indentation with the coolness of water.

Jungkook's hot tongue then followed the cool trail of the ice slowly, starting from the lips and lapped up the water at the bottom of Taehyung's throat and in his belly button. Suddenly Taehyung was squirming in his ties, his cock throbbing, his need urgent at the contrasting sensations of the enticing touches.

"Ohh... Jungkookie, please." Taehyung whined quietly.

Jungkook chuckled.

"Who?" he teased, sliding the piece of ice between his fingers all along Taehyung's urgently bobbing shaft from the tip to the very root, where he let it melt until the water trickled down, down, down between his legs.

"Ohh...S-s-sir?" Taehyung mumbled, his waist arching and thighs straining at the unfamiliar feels.

When a hot and wet mouth landed on Taehyung's cock he screamed. The contrast after the cold of the ice was positively mind-blowing, so much so that Taehyung's body was confused, not sure what sort of messages to send and where -instead the pleasure exploded all over his skin like the frosty, sparkling snowflakes landing on the first day of winter, causing flurries of goosebumps all over his heated body.

He whined. "Gg-od, pleasepleaseplease." He mumbled, blind in his need. He couldn't even beg to Jungkook with his eyes which usually seemed to work...the blindfold denied him that privilege.

"What do you want, Angel?" The gruff voice echoed somewhere along Taehyung's spine.

"M-m-more..." He simply said because he wasn't able to articulate any more than that.

"More what? Ice?" There was an evil smile in his voice, Taehyung could just tell -even through his lusty haze.

"You. More you." He licked his lips, biting the plumper lower one, getting his insides even more twisted over this need that was brewing but so contained by the ties that bound him that he felt like he was going to explode from it in any minute, not able to contain it.

"I've got you baby, don't worry. Just a little bit longer..." he whispered, somewhere near Taehyung's ear.

Taehyung could feel the bed dip when Jungkook reached over to the side again.

This time the chill at his nipple didn't make him jump. What made him squeal was the heat of Jungkook's mouth after -it was even hotter than before. Did he have a hot drink or something? Taehyung wondered. But what really surprised him was something that Jungkook put on his nipple after he moved away.

Taehyung had no idea what it was but it felt so good. It latched on around the nub like a firmly sucking mouth but firmer, the pull was constant and it stayed on the nipple even if Taehyung moved.

"Ohhh...." Taehyung gasped with a hint of moan.

"Nice?" Jungkook asked, pleased at Taehyung's reaction. "How does that feel?" He asked, even though he could quite clearly see from the rosy cheeks, writhing form and a bobbing cock that clearly, it felt very good.

"G-Gooodd. Ohh..." Taehyung moaned.

Jungkook repeated the process on the other side. First the ice, then his hot mouth, then the suction.

Taehyung felt his thighs starting to shake a little, his toes curl... and the suction was there now to stay, it seemed.

As it happened, all that had just been a little, tender warm-up for poor Taehyung who was about to be reduced to a gibbering wreck.

Jungkook leaned over and kissed Taehyung. Slowly. Deeply. Possessively. Taehyung was totally panting at the end of it, in such need to have more of Jungkook.

There was a noise, a cap flicking open.

A cool sensation at Taehyung's cock turned into a warm, sliding, slippery hand spreading lube up and down his shaft and Taehyung wondered why he hadn't actually come yet, because he felt so good that he really ought to have.

Jungkook worked in silence, in long, calm, firm movements, getting Taehyung's cock nice and wet with the lube, before he released his ankles and positioned himself between Taehyung's spread legs.

"Here we go baby, you want some?" He ran a finger or two incredibly gently over Taehyung's entrance, so gently in fact that had Taehyung not been entirely desperately sensitised already and in need for something to fill his ass, he probably wouldn't have noticed it.

Then his touch cooled briefly when he added lube and then slid over the skin warming up.

"Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes..." instantly, Taehyung's freed legs started dancing on the bed, his bottom lifting off, back arching, grinding in desperate need.

"Ass on the bed before I tie you back up again." Jungkook barked. Taehyung obeyed.

As soon as Taehyung forced himself to calm down enough to have his ass on the bed, Jungkook rubbed a thumb on his hole, humming under his breath, hissing through his teeth.

"Just like you, your hole is so fucking pretty, Taehyung." While rolling his finger on the puckering softness, he reached up and rolled the other thumb on Taehyung's mouth, spreading the lush cushions apart until Taehyung licked his finger.

Jungkook pushed his index and middle fingers into Taehyung's mouth at exactly the same time as he pushed the corresponding fingers of his other hand in Taehyung's ass and the effect of the simultaneous penetration was astounding. Taehyung could feel his eyes roll to the back of his head under the blindfold.

"I was going to gag you but honey, your mouth is way too delicious to be out of action like that."

Taehyung sucked on the fingers in all earnestness while two fingers down below turned to three.

The moans that were filling the room were deep and delicious but stopped, only to be replaced by whining complaints when the fingers were removed.

"You are going to like this, Taehyung, I promise. It's going to be tight around your cock and deep in your ass. Are you ready?"

Sucking in an urgent breath, Taehyung nodded, then said "Yes... Sir." With considerably less attitude than before.

The toy in Jungkook's hand was a prostate massager with a cock ring. A handy hands-free device with a remote control that Jungkook thought would be perfect for a bit of teasing with Taehyung.

He slid the tight ring over Taehyung's well-lubed cock until it was snug at the very base of it, squeezing but not too hard -just enough for increased tension and endurance.

When Jungkook stretched the ring enough to be able to push in the plug part into Taehyung's hole, deep groaning had already started.

"Mgod. You're gonna kill me, aren't you...?" Taehyung whispered, totally gone, his face red, he was panting urgently, chest lifting like he was a beached fish.

"Sweets, you know what to do if you want me to stop... But you don't want me to stop, do you?" He asked right when he pushed the smooth, rod -somewhat smaller than Jungkook's cock but curved- deep into Taehyung's ass.

"Fucckkkkkkkk!" Taehyung cried, sure he would come. Whether it was the cockring that stopped him or his subconscious wanting to wait a little longer, Taehyung couldn't say.

Jungkook got off the bed while Taehyung was still adjusting to his new condition which was so close to the very edge of the abyss that was his impending orgasm.

The problem was that everything that had already happened had primed his body to the point that he was made of pure electricity, about to explode.

The pulsing was focused on his sucked-out nipples which were like glowing flashes in the sea of his skin that was rocking with sensation, lit up like a kaleidoscope. The shining brightness inside and out of his skin was like a double layer of pulsing material over his swelling body that was beginning to feel liquid and soft, limbs all relaxed and loose.

Adding something to the inside of Taehyung on top of everything that was already going on was going to be the death of him. Because he didn't think he would survive the orgasm that was going to result from all of the stimulation -he didn't recognise his own body anymore, that's how much pleasure there was already in it.

Taehyung almost missed the sounds of Jungkook getting undressed, the zip, the clinking of the belt buckle, the falling clothes...

"Right, are we green?" He asked, clearly preparing for yet another thing. Taehyung was feeling nervous, he was almost worried he couldn't take it -but knowing Jungkook was here with him, he was comforted in the knowledge that he would always hold his metaphorical hand and look after him, he would make sure Taehyung could take it. Taehyung had full confidence in that.

"Yes, g-green." Taehyung could hardly recognise his voice for its thickness.

"I'm going to adjust your position a little and then I want you to take my cock into your mouth and keep it warm for me."

Taehyung felt his mouth form an "O" when he thought about saying "what?" really loudly but Jungkook beat him to it. Taehyung felt the blindfold fall and even though the lighting was comfortable, Taehyung felt his eyes squint because even the dim lighting felt bright after the absolute darkness of the blindfold.

The beautiful large, dark eyes in front of Taehyung's face were so beautiful. They always seemed to sparkle, have stars of their own.

"Hi." Jungkook said quietly.

"Hi." Taehyung responded with a shy smile.

Gently, Jungkook leaned over again, wanting to connect, he kissed Taehyung sweetly.

"Do you think you can do that?"

"I can only try?" Needless to say, Taehyung's smile was very cheeky, even if his voice was shaking like a leaf.

In only a few movements, Jungkook was straddling over Taehyung's chest, pillows from under him removed.

"I need to adjust your arms a bit higher so it's more comfortable for you."

Standing on his knees, Jungkook adjusted Taehyung's position by lifting his arms higher up and tying his wrists so that he looked like he had been hung by his wrists, his shoulders and waist off the bed.

Jungkook smiled.

"Damn, being tied is such a fucking good look for you!"

Taehyung was no longer listening because right in front of his eyes was Jungkook's proud, veiny, heavy cock just calling his name, with a shiny bead like a glassy pearl sitting in the little slit right at the top. Taehyung was licking his lips, wanting nothing more than to lick it off, to taste Jungkook.

He looked up with his pleading eyes.

Jungkook smiled.

"Hello beautiful." He whispered, running a thumb over the cheekbone.

The bright smile Taehyung gave him kicked Jungkook in the guts, winding him.

He wondered if it hit him so because it was still new or if he would always feel like that when he saw his smile. Would he still get winded like that in five years' time? Jungkook ignored the connotations of the thought, he just accepted the conclusion that no, he would never not feel amazed over Taehyung or his smile. If he had him, all the time, forever, he would never take him for granted, he would never tire of him. He would cherish him the way he deserved to be cherished.

A little lick at the side of his shaft woke Jungkook from his daydreams.

"Yes honey, just a minute." He waved the remote at Taehyung, the eyes looking up at him widening with something not too dissimilar to terror.

"I'm going to switch this on now, before you start, just to make sure you are comfortable with it, OK?"

The second the massager came on, Taehyung's eyes widened even further, his whole body tensing, his mouth forming a delicious "O".

"Sssssshit!" Taehyung tossed a little, kicking his legs about, rolling his hips, crying out a little.

"You need to stay still darling, otherwise I'm going to have to tie you up again..." A gentle threat that Taehyung knew with absolute certainly that Jungkook would follow through.

"Ssss-sorry." He panted.

"Are you ready?"

Taehyung looked at Jungkook's cock -it was so close he went a little cross-eyed- and back up again, nervously licking his lips, he answered.

"Yes."

"Take it into your mouth and just hold it there. No sucking, licking, nothing. No moving. Just hold it there and keep it warm for me, OK?"

Taehyung licked his lips again and stretched his mouth wide open, sheathing it over Jungkook's helmet.

"Don't have to go too deep, wherever is comfortable for you. Relax your jaw. That's it."

Taehyung was already shaking like a leaf. He was trying to ignore the overwhelming sensation over every single inch of him -inside and out- and just focus on the cock weighing heavy on his tongue.

Taehyung had figured this should be the easiest thing about it, yet he was wrong.

"Look at me, Angel." Jungkook's voice was so deep Taehyung could hardly hear it for his inner tumult.

He adjusted his position a little to be able to face up more, so he could look at Jungkook.

What a mistake that was.

The current that instantly travelled from Jungkook's eyes to Taehyung's was almost visible, the utter ownership in it so obvious that Taehyung felt tears in the corners of his eyes. Jungkook had him, body and soul and there really was no denying it. He filled him physically but also mentally.

The small movement that angled Taehyung's head was enough that the very tip of Jungkook's cock touched the back of Taehyung's throat.

The need to move, to swallow, to suck, to lick, was overwhelming, adding to the tears already gathered in his Taehyung's eyes.

Jungkook could see the diamonds sparkling in Taehyung's eyes and he wanted them to fall, he wanted to see Taehyung fall apart, to surrender to the pleasure, to him. Jungkook wanted Taehyung to give himself to him, yet again, to strengthen the bond they already had -the bond Jungkook never wanted to break.

He lifted his hand and showed the remote to Taehyung.

As soon as Taehyung realised what it was, Jungkook saw the wide eyes widen even more.

"You can take it." Jungkook whispered and pressed the button.

It was hard to scream with a thick cock in one's mouth but Taehyung sure gave it his best shot.

The massager inside him was vibrating right on the most sensitive bit of his body, pulsing like a finger, pressing it like a door bell and the button that Jungkook had just pressed, made it twice as intense.

Taehyung could feel the orgasm start low and strong with this curling fingers and toes, the tensing of his limbs. Tears falling, Taehyung looked at Jungkook, desperate to at least swallow because his saliva was dripping all down his chin and onto his chest, coating the sides of Jungkook's rock-hard cock twitching in Taehyung's mouth.

Obviously aware of the impeding orgasm, Jungkook had a few more moves up his metaphorical sleeve.

He spread his legs a little so he could reach Taehyung's nipples. He popped the suckers off and wished he could see the large, red, puffy nipples for himself. Taehyung's moans had turned into high pitch whines.

"Hold it, baby. Not time to come yet." He felt reassured that the cockring would give him a few more moments to move. Normally he probably would have delayed a few more times, tortured a little more but he could see how Taehyung was so close to snapping, it was time to put him out of his misery.

In his final move, Jungkook brought his thumbs into his mouth, wetted them thoroughly and reached back to slide the wet fingers over the completely raw and oversensitised nubs of pleasure right when he pushed his cock in and fucked Taehyung's mouth deeply.

"Go on, Angel, come for me." A quiet whisper was immediately followed by an intense suck on Jungkook's cock and tensing of every single muscle in Taehyung's body. Unable to keep his eyes open, they lost their contact for a moment while Taehyung's tears streamed down his cheeks, adding to the wetness of his chin and lips.

Immediately, Jungkook switched off the massager and reached awkwardly down to removed it while he pulled out of Taehyung's mouth. Even in his completely fucked out state and eyes closed, Taehyung protested the removal of the warm, hard flesh out of his mouth.

Jungkook undid the wrist scarves and caught the limp hands. He brough the ragdoll of a figure down fully onto the bed, sliding Taehyung further down before magically producing pillows and blankets.

He covered Taehyung with the blanket, after taking a moment to wipe the wet mess that was his face and abdomen.

"You're so beautiful, Taehyung. Especially like this, all fucked out. All mine." He whispered into Taehyung's ear.

Wordless, Taehyung curled into Jungkook, nuzzling into the warmth of his chest before he realised Jungkook still had a raging hard-on.

"Hmm... what about this?" He mumbled.

"I'll give you a few minutes to rest." He joked, before he reassured Taehyung. "Don't worry about it, Angel. We have all the time in the world." Before he had even finished saying that, he realised Taehyung was already drifting off.

Just like that, Taehyung fell into oblivion, no longer worried about a single thing, his mind just a haze of happiness filled with just one thing: Jungkook.

Even though it was still relatively early in the evening, Jungkook also fell asleep, unable to stay awake in the comfortable warmth that was Taehyung. Nosing his soft hair, holding him against his chest felt so natural, so normal, he wondered how he'd ever managed without it.

The shadow of Jeong Gyu still weighed on Jungkook's mind. He wondered how they would navigate that one because he got the impression that Taehyung and Jeong Gyu were close. Would Taehyung be angry at him? Would he ever think that Jungkook had corrupted his little brother -and if he did, how would he feel, what would he do?