The more time passed since Jungkook had seen Taehyung, the more disheartened he felt. He's not coming back, the phrase was stuck like a broken record in his mind.

Jungkook had felt such a real connection with Taehyung on more levels than one that he had hoped Taehyung had felt it too. They were so incredibly compatible. Dare he say it -it felt like they were meant for each other.

He had seen Taehyung's hesitation, the disbelief. He had felt it in the stiffness of his body, the tightness of his smile.

Coming into the scene from the outside, without prior knowledge, was a shock, there was no denying it, and perhaps Jungkook should have been softer about it rather than just dump the whole thing on Taehyung's lap without warning.

But Jungkook felt that it was all relevant and the openness upfront saved a lot of shock later on -this was something that had come to bite him in the ass before and since then, he had decided never to repeat his mistake of pussyfooting around the subject.

Jungkook had hoped that Taehyung would see past it and somehow find it in him to trust Jungkook to hold his hand and show him the way... but it was beginning to look like he had been expecting too much.

Jungkook had just about given up hope when, after a week, Taehyung appeared at the club.

It was toward the latter part of the evening, past midnight. Jungkook was at his usual spot gazing over the sea of people when Taehyung appeared, like a mirage in the heated crowd.

Jungkook's heart pounded, almost crashing out of his chest when the silver halo shimmered in the strobe lighting.

This time Taehyung was wearing a crimson silk shirt, just as visible among the black leather and latex as the white of the previous time had been.

As soon as he got near enough, he lifted his eyes and smiled when he saw Jungkook.

It wasn't the warmest of smiles but it was a smile and Jungkook was ecstatic to see it.

Taehyung meandered through the sea of dancing shapes and headed up the stairs to the den of the beast -that's how it felt to him anyway.

Butterflies erupted into a violent fight inside Taehyung the second he saw Jungkook stand up when he entered.

He really was rather attractive in his black button-down shirt and tight black, ripped jeans that hugged his muscles to perfection. Taehyung had tried not to look last time but today, he was unable to stop himself from admiring the strong figure in front of him.

"Taehyung." His smile was so wide that it crinkled the corners of his eyes and showed his cute bunny teeth. He looked entirely harmless this way, like there would be no way he'd be tying up and spanking people 'til they screamed.

Jungkook noticed Taehyung checking him out and it warmed his insides more than it should have done.

Jungkook's unruly eyes ran across Taehyung and took in the attractive silk shirt tucked into the tight black slacks hugging his soft hips closely. He admired the way the delicious line of Taehyung's body curved in from his hip to his narrow waist and thought about how well his hands fitted on that curve.

As much as he tried to stay in the present, he remembered how Taehyung had felt in his arms, how he had melted into him and how Jungkook had fitted around him, and immediately, everything tightened inside him.

"Jungkook." He responded with a little smile that looked almost... shy.

Trying not to sound too keen, Jungkook said: "I'm so glad to see you, how are you?"

He knew he should ask Taehyung to sit down with him at the table and be all nonchalant but all he wanted to so was to steal him away and take him into the privacy of the office where he could just kiss him silly -if he'd let him.

"Hm... I'm OK... I wanted to... talk to you. Is now a good time?" he asked so quietly Jungkook could hardly hear him over the music. He leaned into the delicious vanilla scent and felt his eyes roll to the back of his head at the pleasure the memories that came with it evoked in him.

"It's always a good time to talk to you." He smiled warmly, desperate for Taehyung to see how happy he was to see him.

"Why don't we go into the office?"

"Sure, I'd like that." Taehyung returned the warmth with his smile.

At every flat surface they walked past, all Jungkook could think about was slamming Taehyung against it and shoving his tongue down his throat so deep he'd hardly be able to breathe, holding him down roughly, like he so wanted to own him.

No one else had challenged Jungkook's self-control more than Taehyung did and Jungkook was painfully aware that this was before they had even done anything yet. He was almost afraid how intense this could potentially get, yet he was powerless to resist the strange pull between them.

His attraction toward Taehyung was bordering on ridiculous to the point that any doubts he may still have harboured regarding Taehyung's motivations for being here were long gone. All he could hear, see, smell, was Taehyung. All he wanted was Taehyung.

Almost holding his breath, Jungkook let Taehyung into the office and closed the door while clearing his throat.

He leaned back against the wooden surface, not wanting to crowd Taehyung and giving himself some breathing room. It hadn't occurred to him that he might also responding to the obvious indecision, insecurity, the readiness to fly away on Taehyung's face, wanting to stop him for leaving for long enough to at least try and tempt him to continue exploring.

"Would you like a drink?" Jungkook asked, just to say something -the silence between them was too loud.

Taehyung shook his head silently, his wide eyes blinking at Jungkook from the centre of the small, darkly lit room.

His gaze burned through Jungkook who had been thinking about nothing but Taehyung the whole week. The number of times he'd relived the memory of their kiss was probably sufficient enough to have worn the memory out from over-use by now.

The wide eyes seemed full of wordless need and Jungkook couldn't help but to respond.

"You're going to have to stop staring at me like that, Taehyung." Unable to help it, his voice dropped down to that register. His Dom Voice. How could Taehyung have this much of an effect on him? He cleared his throat, thought of nice things. And helpless, almost immediately, his mind was back on Taehyung.

"Why?" Taehyung asked, innocently, his fingers tangling cutely in front of him, cocking his head to the side, fluttering those damned eye lashes. He knows what he's doing. FUCK.

"Because if you carry on staring at me with those wide eyes, I'm not going to be able to resist and I will just... come and take what I want..." his whole body tensed in readiness to bounce at the promise, despite his best efforts to stay cool and collected.

"Then... why don't you?" Taehyung taunted, lifting his chin up in a challenge. He wanted, no, he needed Jungkook to kiss him.

Taehyung's body had reacted to Jungkook's presence immediately and the visions of their previous kiss still haunted him, only getting brighter the longer he was in Jungkook's vicinity. It was equally frustrating and exciting to feel such pull and need. The fact that Taehyung could feel Jungkook's matching need only added to the burn inside him.

"B-because we need to... talk." He forced the word out, despite the fact that talking was becoming very difficult for him -his inner animal was taking over, slowly but surely.

"What... not even a little hello kiss first? What harm did one kiss ever do?" He whispered.

The little teasing pout on Taehyung's lips was the last straw.

Jungkook strode to Taehyung in a flash and automatically, one hand travelled around Taehyung's waist, the other around his neck and he crashed their lips together with force, crushing the already softening Taehyung against him.

Their mouths were greedy, eating, sucking, licking trying to get more in, getting deeper with every slippery lick, gnawing, tasting endlessly, until they both ran out breath. Taehyung's fingers clawed at Jungkook's back, grappling for the fabric, unsuccessfully.

Jungkook's fingers tightened around Taehyung's smooth locks, yanking his head back hard so he could attack the slender neck with his demanding mouth.

"Fuck..." came out as a gasp from Taehyung's gaping mouth.

Not really realising how it happened, Taehyung found his legs against the desk, Jungkook's body pushing against him until he sat down on it and slid over enough for Jungkook to slide between his legs. A demanding mouth was on his again and an insistent arm wrapped around him, bending his waist, long fingers pushing between his ass cheek and the table to knead the plush flesh.

"Shit, Tae..." Jungkook leaned his forehead against Taehyung's, breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath, trying desperately to pull away.

"You are impossible, Tae." Jungkook gasped.

"I'm impossible? What have I done now?" his voice was all smiles and pretend innocence.

"We. Have. To. Talk." Jungkook was trying to find his sanity that had gone missing again the second Taehyung appeared earlier. It had a habit of doing that whenever Taehyung was around.

"I swear if you're not gonna stop tempting me, I'm just going to have to tie you down just to talk to you about being tied down, OK?" he tried to stay serious, but a small chuckle escaped his lips.

Taehyung felt a funny flutter inside him.

"Does you being here mean that you are considering my proposal...?" Jungkook asked quietly, hope glimmering in his big eyes.

Suddenly Taehyung felt very shy, what was he even thinking, considering any of this?

A little tremble of panic shook inside him but instantly Jungkook caught it by sliding a thumb softy across Taehyung's cheekbone. His soft gaze seemed to caress the skin, following in the wake of his touch. There was an unexpected gentleness flitting about in the corners of Jungkook's eyes and it liquified Taehyung's worries into a warm glow instead.

He wanted to try, he wanted Jungkook. He was no longer able to ignore the need that whispered sweet promises into his ear.

Taehyung nodded his agreement wordlessly, looking at his fingers on his lap between them.

"Yes, I'm considering it... it's just that..." Taehyung sighed and bit his lip, worried.

"Whatever it is, you know you can tell me, I'll be more than happy to answer your questions." Jungkook reassured him with earnestly.

Taehyung knew what he wanted to say, he just didn't know how to say it.

He wanted to agree, be with Jungkook, more than anything because he wanted to feel more of how he felt when Jungkook touched him. He felt more alive than he had ever felt in his life.

But the snag was significant. Maybe it was his pride or some other lingering worries but the thought of submitting still seemed alien and... wrong to Taehyung. He didn't want to submit. That was his biggest issue and he didn't know quite how to approach it.

"I had quite a lot of questions about the everything when I arrived, but now..." Taehyung gestured all over them and then at Jungkook, smiling but wordlessly saying that, really, it was Jungkook who was the main reason for his forgetfulness... "I can't remember anything."

Fluttering his innocent lashes, Taehyung wrinkled his nose cutely and Jungkook wanted to kiss it.

"Well... was there anything you definitely agreed with?" Jungkook asked, shifting toward seriousness.

"Yes, your hard limits are my hard limits. No doubt about that." Taehyung matched his seriousness but softened it with a smile. He wanted Jungkook to know he was really considering this, that he really understood the importance of it.

"Anything you disagreed with?" Jungkook asked, looking down, gently sliding his hands on the outsides of Taehyung's thighs.

"Well... there's this thing, I'm not sure... I don't really even know how to say it..." suddenly Taehyung felt deadly embarrassed and worried that what he was going to say was something really stupid.

As observant as ever, Jungkook picked up on the insecurity and tried to reassure Taehyung.

"Hey there are no stupid questions, Taehyung. It's important you're as honest as possible, that's what this whole process is about -you to ask questions and for me to answer them..." Jungkook pushed a lock of hair behind Taehyung's ear, his fingers so gentle Taehyung hardly felt it.

Taehyung took a big breath and gathered all the courage he had. Here goes nothing...

"How do you even know if I am submissive? I feel pretty dominant -ask my ex-partners, they'll be able to tell you..." he winked, smile wide, boasting with pretend confidence.

Jungkook smiled, lips twitching from desperately trying to stop the smile from developing into a full-blown, teasing chuckle.

Jungkook couldn't find a fancier or gentler way of saying so he just said it:

"You are a submissive. No doubt about it. 100%. Yes, I imagine you can quite easily take indecisive people in hand but that doesn't make you dominant. That just makes you proactive." His look at Taehyung was pointed, too knowing.

"Wh-wh- wh... how do you even know that!?" Taehyung exclaimed, almost indignant at being thus labelled considering Jungkook hadn't even had sex with him. How the hell would he know!?

"Because..." He considered for a moment before speaking quietly, looking directly into Taehyung's eyes, tracing a single finger down the gentle curve of his cheek, dropping down to the side of his neck and instantly finding it subtly opening, offering....

"... because of the way you yield, the way you soften in my hands, like you're melting... the way your body just begs to be taken in hand... it's so obvious -whether you realise it or not." his deep voice was so gravelly that Taehyung couldn't help the shivers travelling up and down his spine.

Despite knowing in his heart that Jungkook was 100% on the money, stubborn as he was, Taehyung couldn't help but to try and make a further point. Denial was, after all, Taehyung's superpower.

"There's no chance in hell I'll ever kneel in front of someone. I wouldn't just take it lying down..." Taehyung said, fire in his eyes.

Jungkook felt the fire, it lit his insides. It was why Taehyung was different. It was why Jungkook wanted Taehyung more than he had ever wanted anyone. The fire, he wanted to see it burn brighter than the sun.

Taehyung could feel the wave of hesitation as a sudden tension in Jungkook's body wedged between his thighs.

"Well...There's no reason why you should have to take it lying down...." He whispered after a moment. Taehyung stalled, his attention like a magnet on Jungkook.

"If you are really honest and willing to admit it to yourself that you are submissive but still can't submit... If you know you really want to give it but have difficulty parting with it, I am happy to just... take it... but only if you want me to, obviously. You would have to want it completely, without an ounce of hesitation."

Taehyung just gaped at him, jaw hanging slack, blinking, trying to understand what exactly it was that Jungkook was saying.

For fear of scaring Taehyung away for good, Jungkook rushed to say:

"Resisting submission is entirely normal, natural and expected. Common, even.

We are animals and our first instinct is to fight, not to submit.

A lot of people struggle to accept authority or dominance from others without having first challenged it... if you imagine a dominance hierarchy -like in... wolves, say- the alpha is the leader because he's the strongest, he's fought everyone and everyone has lost to him.

Even after pack hierarchy has been established, once younger males mature, they will all, in turn, challenge the leader and happily submit once they know they can't dominate him, or if they do, they themselves become the new alpha and so on...

...So, what I'm saying is that your reaction is entirely normal and natural. But your sensible, rational resistance to submission doesn't mean you're not a sub, it's what's inside that counts. You just need to be honest with yourself and own up to it."

At least Taehyung was still in the room, Jungkook thought, at least he was still listening. That meant that what Jungkook was saying had to be making some sort of sense. At this point, Jungkook was desperate to feel Taehyung against him. He'd do pretty much anything just to keep Taehyung from leaving. He had to have him. Had to.

When there was no answer from Taehyung, Jungkook carried on after some hesitation:

"Taking by force is something that I've done with others in the past, who were in a similar situation and they have all said the same thing: the pleasure of being subdued is the greatest pleasure they have ever experienced and there is only ever one feeling they all have once they have accepted their role and that's peace.

There's so much peace and happiness to be had in trusting and listening to your body and forgetting about what your developed brain is saying.

Trust the animal, Taehyung. That's your way to happiness. Not what you think it should be, but what you feel in your gut it should be."

Taehyung felt Jungkook in his gut.

For a long moment, Taehyung stayed entirely silent, his dark, enigmatic eyes on Jungkook.

Jungkook had never been much of a praying man but he would consider it now, if only it would help Taehyung decide that he wanted to be Jungkook's.

"I don't know. I'm really confused if I'm honest..." he fiddled with his earrings on one side, doubt clouding his beautiful eyes.

"That's pretty normal and understandable too." Jungkook spoke quietly, wanting nothing more than to embrace Taehyung, to comfort him, to clarify things for him with their bodies talking rather than their minds.

Their bodies already knew what Taehyung hadn't admitted yet.

"I wonder if..." Taehyung blushed, biting his lush lip. Jungkook felt a twitch in his pants at the heated look on Taehyung's face, suddenly liking where this was heading.

"Yes...?" Jungkook tried not to sound too eager, most likely failing.

"Can I... Can I have a test run?" Taehyung asked, still nibbling on his lip.

Jungkook didn't think he had ever seen anything more tempting than Taehyung sitting on the desk in front of him, cheeks flushed, eyes downcast -if only he knew how submissive he looked right this moment, Jungkook thought- fingers wrangling together, his voice soft and quiet.

"Test run?"

"Can we try... what you're suggesting. If I understood correctly what you're suggesting?"

"What did you think I meant?" Jungkook practically held his breath, half whispering.

"Erm... that I... resist... and you take... force me." The pink on Taehyung's cheeks flushed into red while he stared at his knees, clearly finding the idea mortifyingly exciting.

Jungkook hooked his finger under Taehyung's chin and pulled up until he caught his heated gaze.

"Are you sure you know what you're saying?" Jungkook's thumb brushed over the plump lower lip and he couldn't help but to follow the trace of the finger with his eyes. A sharp need peaked inside him.

Taehyung nodded.

"You understand that I'll have to physically manhandle you which, depending on the amount of force you're using, will probably involve some discomfort, even pain? You might get bruised. I won't hurt you intentionally though, I'll just be firm enough to subdue you... Is all that something you feel comfortable with? If it isn't, that's perfectly fine, we don't need to do this." Jungkook reassured Taehyung -he needed Taehyung to know that everything was within his control 100% of the time.

Taehyung nodded again, but this time his eyes glowed with anticipation.

"Just a kiss and nothing more. OK?" Taehyung sucked in a lip and nibbled on it, cocking his head to the side, tracing a line on the ceiling like he wanted to say something but didn't quite dare.

"...or something more?" something vibrated inside Jungkook at the shy shoulder lifts.

"Yes." Was the quiet answer.

Jungkook knew it was too soon, he knew they weren't prepared for a proper play session -for their first time- but he promised himself not to go too far. He felt he had to go ahead, do something at least because he knew if Taehyung left now, he'd never come back.

Jungkook told himself this could just be a little taster -enough for Taehyung to understand what they had been talking about and come closer to realising that he was so obviously a submissive -one that Jungkook could satisfy better than anyone else.

Fully aware of the importance of what was about to happen, Jungkook stepped to the side wall, near the filing cabinets, giving Taehyung enough space to choose where he wanted to be.

"Since we haven't established your safe word, I'd like you to promise me you'll use the word safeword itself as your safeword, ok? So if you want me to stop, just say "safeword" and I'll stop, absolutely no questions, OK?

...People often find that saying things like "no" and "stop" is quite satisfying so you're welcome to say those if you wish but please, if you actually want me to stop, you need to say "safeword", I won't stop without it -do you understand?"

Taehyung nodded.

"Use your words, Angel." Jungkook prompted, his voice dropping a notch. "It's important, that way there won't be any confusion."

"Yes. I understand, Jungkook." He spoke softly, cheeks dusted with pink.

Hearing his name spoken from those lips for the first time sent shivers down Jungkook's spine. He couldn't wait to hear it moaned and whined and screamed from the very same lips, again and again and again.

Taehyung looked pretty calm but Jungkook noted the heaving chest and the flaring nostrils. He was readying himself for a fight alright. Jungkook felt a burn somewhere deep inside that was just ready to flame into something more.

Feeling his own blood pump faster, Jungkook took a step closer and immediately, Taehyung backed up, a little breathless gasp leaving his lips when his back hit the hard surface of the door unexpectedly.

When Jungkook got close enough, Taehyung tried to push him away with a gentle nudge on his chest.

Jungkook looked down and back up again and said with knitted brow and a crooked smile on his face: "You think that's going to stop me?"

An intense heat billowed at the pit of Taehyung's stomach at the predatory look Jungkook gave him at the question. Taehyung shook his head in answer, shyly.

Jungkook stepped back to where he had started. "Cat caught your tongue, huh?" He teased, knowing it would only wind Taehyung up.

"You have to do it like you mean it, otherwise it won't work. Just... imagine you hate me -if you want." Jungkook said, eyes sparkling darkly, full of dare and mischief.

Immediately images of Jeong Gyu flooded Taehyung's mind and the rage that had motivated his presence here flared inside him. He did hate him, he'd just forgotten about it, that's all.

The shift was almost immediate. From the demure, sparkling diamond, the precious damsel in distress, there arose a dark Angel, an adversary worthy of Jungkook's rank, a fearless fighter.

Taehyung's black, burning eyes were throwing daggers at Jungkook while he bent his knees, getting ready to bounce.

"Woah Taehyung, that's more like it... where have you been hiding?" Jungkook half whispered in awe, revelling in the new challenge. Taehyung was so much more than he'd even dared to imagine.

They could both feel the strange shift in the air. The charge between them practically crackled and Taehyung's body tingled, goosebumps rising all over.

"You kiss me, you win. I take you down, I win." Taehyung threw the challenge at Jungkook with an arrogant look and a raised eyebrow. Woah. Taehyung really hadn't lied about not taking it laying down. The sudden dark, rich, confidence in his voice shook Jungkook a little.

Finally, when Jungkook approached and went to grab Taehyung's arm, he slapped his hand away so hard the sound echoed around the small office.

Jungkook felt his brows rise -and his hackles- this was practically subordination and his instant reaction was to subdue and punish. His inner beast crawled out to play and he hummed deep in his chest to connect with it.

Taehyung looked like he might start snarling any minute.

He had done this many times before -the resistance in relatively inexperienced subs was so common and this was the fastest way to remove it- but even then Jungkook was wholly unprepared for the gut feeling that came with this supposedly pretend game.

He didn't know why it felt different this time, but playing this game felt so much more real with Taehyung that he felt his skin ache with the thought of getting a hold of Taehyung.

He was the predator, Taehyung the prey.

The only way this was going to end was with Taehyung in his claws and that was a delicious, delicious thought.

"C'mon Angel, is that the best you've got?" Jungkook taunted Taehyung, wanting to see more of that fire.

Jungkook's deep voice was calm and clear, somehow soothing, despite the challenge, despite the tease.

Taehyung realised that when Jungkook slipped into this register, he was using his Dom voice. He knew this because he felt it as a cool tingle on his skin, at the back of his neck, at the bottom of his spine, on the sensitive skin on his wrists. His body was already listening.

When it finally happened, it happened quickly and brutally.

Jungkook was the first to move. He bounced, reaching for Taehyung's midriff in a tackle and although Taehyung was already reacting, he wasn't quick enough.

Strong arms wrapped around his hips, crushing his legs together and suddenly he was off the ground, high up on Jungkook's shoulder. Instantly Taehyung started struggling, kicking with his feet and pounding with his fists.

"Shit." Puffed out of Jungkook when they hit the door, Taehyung with his ass, Jungkook with his elbows around Taehyung.

"LET ME GO!" he shrieked from the top of his lungs.

Taehyung couldn't understand why it felt so freeing to be able to shout that, despite being exactly where he wanted to be.

It didn't make any sense and he hated that Jungkook had been right, that he'd been able to read him so easily. He hated that Jungkook made him feel like he was so transparent... because it made Taehyung feel incredibly vulnerable.

Taehyung didn't do vulnerable.

No longer holding back one bit, Taehyung fought with all he had, clawing and hitting Jungkook's back. None of it made any difference until he used an elbow -which was very effective in getting Jungkook onto his knees with a groan and landing Taehyung on his feet.

Taking full advantage of Jungkook's weakened position, Taehyung shoved him back with a foot on his chest until he fell on the floor, limbs flailing.

Taehyung couldn't believe it. He never thought he'd be able to take Jungkook down -they were not that different in height but Jungkook's muscle mass was probably close to double of Taehyung's.

Quickly, Taehyung jumped on Jungkook and sat down right on his chest, crotch in Jungkook's face, pressing his arms down painfully with his knees. Staring down at him, fury clouding his eyes, he weaved his fingers into the thick black hair and tightened his grip.

"Gotcha." Was all he said when he stared down at Jungkook. He felt powerful.

"Who said the game's over?" the low growl rumbling underneath caught Taehyung off guard.

Right at the same moment as Taehyung saw the glint in Jungkook's eyes, he realised that Jungkook had let him subdue him. Annoyance blew up inside him but before he could do anything about it, Jungkook was on the move again.

The harsh fingers at Taehyung's side hit like knives and he squealed the house down when Jungkook tickled him up and down his ribs with his pointy pegs.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, stopstopstop!"

Immediately Taehyung lost all control of his limbs and doubled over, trying to cover his body as much as possible, twitching and shaking uncontrollably, unable to stop giggling manically.

It really wasn't very hard for Jungkook to twist Taehyung onto his back on the floor and grab his wrists into a tight grip above his head. Jungkook crawled on top, subduing Taehyung completely; hands on wrists, chest on chest, hips on hips; thighs around thighs.

"GET OFF ME!" Taehyung fought with his all, no longer giggling, refusing to surrender, shaking his head, trying to lift his waist, kicking with his feet, trying to pull his arms down but nothing shifted. Jungkook had him well and truly trapped.

Taehyung stopped, breathless. Only their chests were moving, heaving heavily from the struggle, now billowing against each other, breaths falling on open lips.

Taehyung blinked at the dark pools of want above him with terror in his eyes. He didn't know why he was terrified when he was exactly where he wanted to be. He didn't understand what was happening in his own body. He felt himself slowly crumble.

Jungkook could still see the fight there, the burn, the need to escape.

"Your body's already surrendered, Taehyung. Why won't you?" the whisper a heated, slow, temptation in Taehyung's ear.

The fierce stare in response to Jungkook's question seemed to stubbornly say I will never surrender.

We'll see about that, Jungkook thought.

Taming Taehyung was, as of this moment, Jungkook's sole focus in life.

Transferring the struggling wrists to just one strong hand and shifting his position slightly off to the side, Jungkook freed a hand and brought it to Taehyung's face, to stroke contours of it gently.

Angry, unable to give in on principle, Taehyung twisted away from the touch and Jungkook chuckled, enamoured by the stubbornness.

"Fuck you are delicious Tae... I just want to eat you up..." A long, tattooed finger traced the side of Taehyung's peachy cheek, down the throat and it snuck between the sides of the red silk shirt that had been generously ripped open in the scuffle.

Taehyung saw the inky eyes follow the finger, eating up the skin being revealed and despite trying his very best to seem outraged and angry, his body was betraying him, heating up, swelling, softening... opening to the touch like some offering to the gods.

Taehyung pulled in a big breath and was embarrassed to hear how ragged and shaky it was, how needy.

"Angel. Look at me." Taehyung wouldn't look.

Firm fingers wrapped around Taehyung's jawbone and forced him to turn to Jungkook so in his panic, Taehyung closed his eyes. Jungkook's persistent voice was now dark and strong, approaching annoyance.

"I said... Look. At. Me. Angel."

Taehyung didn't want to look at him because if he looked at him, his eyes would give him away, his eyes would beg and plead and he didn't want to beg... he didn't want to submit even when it was the only thing he wanted to do.

His whole being was in utter chaos like some primordial soup of needs and wants not quite yet formed into a cohesive whole with purpose and meaning.

In his internal chaos Taehyung wasn't sure why submitting felt like he'd be giving away something precious, a small but significant part of him that made him who he was. If he were to give that piece away, no matter how tiny it was, then wouldn't that mean he no longer was the same person he was before because some of him was missing?

Taehyung also wondered that if another person decided what the new piece filling the empty space was going to be, no matter how small it was, would it mean that he no longer was wholly his own but a creation of another?

Submitting felt like it was losing pieces of oneself to another.

The epiphany came like a lightning from a blue sky.

Taehyung's fear wasn't about the plan -hell, the plan couldn't be any further from his mind right now- the fear was much more about sinking into this irresistible desire that he felt for Jungkook and possibly losing himself in it. That he would forget who he was, what it meant to be himself.

The only logical thing to do in the complete chaos that was Taehyung's mind was to fight.

Uttering the safeword would mean that there was never any chance of finding out the truth and no matter how uncomfortable the truth might be, Taehyung would much rather know it than live a lie.

The problem was that he wasn't ready to hear it, in fact, he really didn't want to hear it but his body pushed him, challenged him, whispered to him what's so wrong with giving into it?

Although Jungkook couldn't tell whether it was his mind or his body that was winning the raging battle inside Taehyung's, he could see the desperate panic in his eyes and that worried him. Jungkook worried that in his internal battle, Taehyung had forgotten what to say if he needed him to stop.

He considered stopping but a small desperate whimper from Taehyung decided it for him. They were going to see this through no matter what.

Jungkook could see that the need inside Taehyung was fierce, just as fierce as he was and that was why he was incapable of hiding it, no matter how hard he tried.

So it was time for Jungkook to assert himself and see what Taehyung would do with it.

He gripped Taehyung's jaw again and twisted it towards him it but this time, when Taehyung refused again, Jungkook forced a kiss on him, so hard and hot and deep that Taehyung's waist lifted off the floor, his legs spreading open, his body responding to the unquestionable command to surrender.

Letting go of Taehyung's luscious lips but never his needy eyes, Jungkook slipped into the space in between Taehyung's legs, sliding his clothed cock slowly and gently against Taehyung's hard mound.

The dirtiest, loudest moan ripped out of Taehyung's chest and it hit Jungkook right in the spine, making his cock twitch angrily against Taehyung.

"See... your body wants me so bad, when are you going to admit that you feel the same?

"I. will. Not. LET ME GO!" the words were breathless, lacking in substance, his voice closer to a desperate whine.

The sound of a needy Taehyung was even more delicious than Jungkook had even been able to imagine.

Jungkook shifted to the side and keeping a close eye on Taehyung's face, Jungkook's eager fingers snuck down, trailing along Taehyung's heaving chest, flirting with the strip of soft skin between the red, silky fabric, down over his soft tummy until they reached the button of his slacks.

Even though Taehyung had given him permission, it had been vague and Jungkook wanted to check.

"I'm going to touch you?" It felt weird to say it, Jungkook couldn't remember the last time he'd had sex outside of play space so he couldn't even remember when or if one even asked for permission. He decided best to err on the side of caution.

Taehyung's eyes were still in deep conflict but a small, desperate nod somehow escaped.

Immediately, Jungkook stroked all along Taehyung's cock over the thin fabric of his slacks while still holding Taehyung's wrists down.

"Ohgod..." shot out of Taehyung, his head flinging back suddenly, hips bucking.

"Hmmmm so sensitive.... Angel." Taehyung whined quietly, shaking his head gently from side to side, his mouth gaping wide.

Working quickly, Jungkook undid Taehyung's pants and it was his turn to gasp loudly when he saw the lack of underwear.

"Fuck Tae! You're such a naughty boy!" he joked, teasing.

Without actually touching Taehyung's angry, red cock, Jungkook removed all fabric off it until it was glistening, leaking, bobbing and straining against its skin, all naked and desperate to be touched.

Leaning close to Taehyung's ear, Jungkook spoke in a deep, slow half-whisper:

"I never got around to telling you that all the things that were on that list I wanted you to look at... well... in a sub/Dom relationship you don't actually need any of that. The toys and ropes etc are all props, added entertainment...they are not actually crucial or even necessary for the actual relationship to be satisfying. Do you know why?" Jungkook asked. He pushed some curls off Taehyung's forehead before licking the edge of his ear, eliciting a broken moan to roll off Taehyung's lips.

Taehyung shook his head slowly, struggling with the burning need within him, the raging cock between his legs, dying to be touched. Dying for Jungkook to kiss him, to fuck him.

"Because it's the desire, the need. The need to dominate, the need to be dominated. When those two balance perfectly, that's when a relationship blossoms...."

He drew a gentle line along Taehyung's cock using just a single finger. Taehyung bit his lip hard enough to dent it, trying to suffocate the moans building up inside him, about to spill out.

"It's not about me taking... it's about you, not just submitting but wanting to submit. Wanting to give yourself to me, trust yourself fully into my care, for me to do as I wish because you know that I will only do things that will make you happy. It's a circle of needs being fulfilled and it's mutual. Being made to submit doesn't make anyone submissive. Choosing to do so, does."

Jungkook's tattooed fingers snuck between Taehyung's thighs, cupping his precious family jewels still covered with the smooth, black fabric. The cock above them, peaking from between the sides of the open zip, was full to bursting, veins bulging, dripping juices on Taehyung's stomach, leaving a string between the two at every bob.

Jungkook slid over the mounds, squeezing gently, running his fingers along the grooves of Taehyung's thighs, enjoying the subtle moans and rolls of his hips. At every slide of his hand, Jungkook could see Taehyung's desperate cock twitch with need. It wouldn't be long now. Jungkook smiled. He could already almost taste the pleads heading his way.

Taehyung could hardly breathe, the tension inside him was unbearable, his whole body just a tight string about to snap. Every single muscle in his body was taut, burning with the need to move, to rub, to roll, to take in, to stretch and fill.

The pleads wanting to escape were pushing so close to the surface, right under his skin that was so shiny with need that his eyes were watering with the efforts to contain it.

Taehyung had said he wouldn't plead, he wouldn't beg, he wouldn't take it lying down but he couldn't remember why he had said those words because surely there could not be a single thing more important right now than having Jungkook fill his ass.

It was the only thing Taehyung could think of and it was screaming inside him.

"If I told you to keep your arms above your head no matter what, without me holding them, would you do it? If I told you I would reward you for your good behaviour by touching you where you want to be touched the most right now?"

At this point, Taehyung was ready to do pretty much anything, so he nodded.

"Then beg for it, Angel." It was a deep, guttural order.

Torn between the humiliation of submission and the desire to please, tears trickled down from the corners of Taehyung's eyes, from the release of the tension, the relief, from the rapture.

"Please." He whispered.

Immediately, Jungkook sat up and wrapped his fingers around Taehyung's desperate cock, leaving his arms stretched above his head -free to move yet staying still.

He leaned over and his black eyes connected with Taehyung's moist ones and wouldn't let go, even when his hand started moving faster and he pushed fingers into Taehyung's mouth, to gently push them in and out.

Taehyung sucked them in eagerly, like he was tainted with desperation and the fingers were the only way to his salvation.

Without any shame, he fucked into Jungkook's hand, his hips lifting off the floor, his moans falling off his lips in exact time of the thrusts.

They both knew it wasn't going to take long.

When Taehyung did finally come, his scream echoed in the small room before it was swallowed by Jungkook's mouth. Taehyung's silk-covered slender arms wrapped around his neck as if he were drowning.

Taehyung's whole body shook with the power of the sobs.

He wouldn't have been able to stop crying even if he tried so he gave up on that, letting the tears flow freely, while still hanging tightly onto Jungkook.

"Hey, you OK?" Jungkook asked, calmly but with concern.

"Hmm... yeh." Taehyung answered between sobs.

Taehyung sat, his appearance completely ruined with clothes wrinkled and covered in his come but he didn't care because the strong arms around him felt so good -he felt so good- and so safe.

For a long while, Jungkook just held Taehyung, sitting on the floor, slowly stroking his back and his hair, squeezing him gently but firmly against him until his sobs subsided, until he recovered his senses.

Taehyung wasn't sure what to say, he wasn't sure what just happened -but whatever it was, it felt significant, life-changing.

When Taehyung's wide eyes found Jungkook's, he didn't feel an ounce of embarrassment over his complete breakdown. Jungkook looked at him, gently, with understanding, as if he had been anticipating it.

"You OK?" He repeated, hoping to hear a more extensive reply.

"Yes. Definitely." Taehyung smiled, suddenly shy, not knowing what else to say.

"Do you want to come and see me again?" Jungkook said, straight to the point, as usual.

Taehyung considered for a moment -even though he didn't need to. "Yes, definitely."

"Then we have some paperwork to go through..." He grinned, winking devilishly.