The towels drop on the floor and their warm bodies entangle in the kiss. Neither care that they are barely even dry, they fall onto the white sheets too busy tasting, too busy feeling and touching. Taehyung pushes Jungkook into the bed, straddling over him.

"But what happens when I want to be in charge..." he asks in a cheeky tone, hand pressing between meaty cushions of muscle across the chest while he grins down from the heights. He slides his ass over the thick, hard cock underneath him, to tease.

Jungkook doesn't take to the game, he answers in all seriousness.

"I might tolerate it... occasionally." His chin lifts into a stubborn angle. Taehyung bites at his lip and tries to hide his smile. He knew Jungkook was hot, but cute, too?

"What happens when you won't tolerate it...?" Taehyung continues, so desperately breathless to find out.

Hands crawl over his hips and in a fast grab and twist, Taehyung finds himself under Jungkook, pressed into the bed by sheer muscle power. Oh.

"Guess there's only one way to find out?" Jungkook grins, dark eyes glinting with mischief as he towers over Taehyung. He grabs the wrists, hips pushing between thighs. The slow grind is what undoes all of Taehyung in a simple move.

"Ah! Y-yeah, that... that works. Hmh..." The flush of pleasure that runs from his fingertips to his toes, simply from being made so helpless, is so delicious it's simply undeniable.

"Or... You could just behave and see what you get as your reward..." The seductive words spill over Taehyung's skin. "Don't move," Jungkook instructs.

"I-ah, I'm all for positive reinforcement..." Taehyung's clever words drown with the moans that drip from his lips when Jungkook licks over his cock, he sucks the head in, gently twirling his tongue over the tip with agonising slowness. Like spelled with magic, Taehyung stays stuck to the bed, unmoving, while Jungkook carries on devouring his body, whichever way he wants.

"Turn over," Jungkook says.

It takes a moment for the command to register, Taehyung is so deep in his pleasure that he can barely make contact with the real world. When the words finally make sense, he turns over to his front and Jungkook crawls on top of him. The lips, the mouth, the hands... All of it is constantly on Taehyung, tantalising his every sense without pause. He's dizzy with want, he finds himself wanting to beg again... He doesn't think Jungkook will mind.

"Please..." Taehyung whines into the sheets.

"Soon, baby, soon..." Jungkook comforts, his hands trailing down to grab the ass cheeks.

Taehyung arches, offering, and Jungkook tastes him in slow and deliberate movements, gradually shifting closer and closer to his core with every kiss, every lick. Then the tongue slow dances over the tender dent, circling around, teasing, building the anticipation of what Taehyung wants the most with such ease: something inside him.

Jungkook is merciless in his control, he toys with Taehyung's pleasure until the need becomes simply unbearable, because what he is getting is no longer enough – his desire is staggering. The tongue that pushes into the hole doesn't fill him, it merely teases with what he knows Jungkook can do...

Soon, Taehyung is losing it, grinding and whining, his fingers are crumpling up the sheets while he tries to fuck against the tongue, pushing against Jungkook's face, so, so frantic with want.

"Alright, alright, baby, it's coming..." Jungkook chuckles softly.

He clambers up and reaches for lube in the bedside drawer. Taehyung tries to touch him, but with a patience of a saint – or the devil, perhaps – Jungkook simply pushes the hand into the bed and gives Taehyung a look that makes him want to do better.

"On your hands and knees," Jungkook says, voice still surprisingly soft and affectionate, despite the firm expectation of compliance that constantly hangs behind the words.

If this is not vanilla, Taehyung is all in.

He complies immediately, even when his body feels like jelly from so much pleasure, he gets up onto his hands and knees. Jungkook settles behind him and finally...

After all the teasing, all the build-up, Jungkook feels so thick and hard sliding inside, it takes Taehyung's breath away.

"Fuck..." Jungkook gasps behind him.

Jungkook tried so hard to take his time. He tried to go slow and give Taehyung as much pleasure as possible but the second he pushes inside the tight hole, his mind goes blank and it feels like some ancient animal in him takes over. All he wants to do is fuck, slam into Taehyung until he fills him. He wants to devour Taehyung and the way he seems to want him to do just that, does things to Jungkook.

He grips at the soft hips, pressing down so the legs spread further, he grabs the hair and tugs, hard, arching the golden back. He fucks deep, hard, non-stop, he fucks and fucks until Taehyung's desperate moans echo around the room with the wet slapping of their skin. It's so lewd.

He can feel the pleasure tighten everything inside him, every muscle in his body is pulsing with the building pleasure of Taehyung. Jungkook is losing control.

"Touch yourself," he grunts, hanging on to his final strings of restraint.

"Hm-It's gonna... Make me..." Taehyung complains, refusing the simple request.

He can't help it, Jungkook sees red. He tugs at the hair roughly and yanks Taehyung up against him, still tethered on the cock. "I thought you were into positive reinforcement," Jungkook hisses through his teeth, out of breath.

"Oh," Taehyung stiffens, realising his mistake.

"Yes. Oh," Jungkook's tone darkens, "too late now..."

Taehyung can't figure out why the whole thing is so damn hot. Jungkook telling him off, holding him so that he can't move, even threatening him – it probably wouldn't be hot if anyone else did that, but because it's Jungkook, Taehyung knows he can trust him. Yet, a tiny worry lingers.

"Are we... still playing the game?" he asks in a small voice, head held still by the ruthless grip in his hair, the thick cock deep in his ass. Everything feels so damn good, he's mind is confused. But when Jungkook's hold softens, Taehyung instantly understands his second mistake: he didn't trust Jungkook enough to know better. A worry buds, that he's just ruined everything.

"It's always a game, Taehyung, you know the rules – or do we need a recap?" Jungkook says in a tone that is hard to read without seeing his face.

"Y-yellow, red, I remember..." Taehyung whispers, blushing with embarrassment. "I'm sorry..."

A beat of silence and Jungkook seems to relax behind him.

"No, I'm sorry, I've gone too hard for your proper first time with me, it's my fault, I should have taken my time, slowed down... talked about it more. I was too eager." The fingers relax and release the hair. Instantly, Taehyung misses the feeling, he feels adrift without the hold.

"Oh god, if you'd gone any slower, I would have died!" Taehyung jokes, twisting back – he needs to see the eyes to know everything is alright.

But to his horror, Jungkook pulls out and moves away without a word.

For a moment, Taehyung dares not look, he doesn't want to see Jungkook walking away.

"Well, are you coming or not?" Jungkook asks, voice soft.

A quick glance reveals him on his back on the bed, arms bent behind his head, casually, simply waiting for Taehyung. Gloriously spread limbs invite the gaze, tattooed, shiny skin... Jungkook is all out, just for Taehyung's benefit. He gasps with delight and crawls over quickly.

"Don't let this become a habit," Jungkook warns in a strange mix of dismissive softness, his words are almost apologetic.

Taehyung grins with mischief. "We'll see about that..." he mutters, straddling over the narrow hips. He sits down slowly, fitting on the cock like a glove, gasping at the perfect fit.

"Yessss..." he moans, moving slowly, savouring the pleasure, but also the power he currently holds. The best part is how the dark eyes look at him, staring intently from below. The obvious conflict over the lack of control feels good – the whole thing means more when Jungkook is willing to do it, despite it being so obviously difficult for him.

Taehyung moves faster, eyes closing while he finds a comfortable rhythm. As always, Jungkook's hands move all over, over the ass, the waist, the chest and back again, appreciating. Finally, they settle on the hips, gripping harder when Taehyung starts really going for it.

"Look at me..." Jungkook demands, hand sliding over the throat and jaw. It's enough for Taehyung's spine to relax a little, more of him shifts into Jungkook's power, with the simple move alone. He's not in denial about it, there is something very easy about sinking into that space where he feels very comfortable with Jungkook taking him in hand.

When he's pulled down to the mouth already waiting for him, Taehyung goes easily, folding like a soft flower to the persistence of Jungkook.

Even without changing position, the power shifts completely when Taehyung is no longer the one doing the thrusting – Jungkook slams into him from below while he simply takes it, being held in place by the neck and hip. No power, whatsoever.

"Ah!" he pants over the open mouth. A tongue flicks inside him, licking and teasing, then leaves again, leaving Taehyung moaning and wanting, melting on top of Jungkook, helpless, yet again.

"See... You fucking want it... Need it... A firm hand." Jungkook grits from between his teeth, fucking into Taehyung like it's his single life goal to make him disintegrate. Fingers weave into the hair again and Taehyung moans, arching down against Jungkook.

"Yesyes..." he moans, eyes rolling, knees spreading further.

Taehyung is already so close and then a hand comes between them, to play with his cock.

"Nono...ah!" he starts his usual act of resistance – he wants to carry on, longer... forever. But this time, Jungkook doesn't take no for an answer, he just takes what he wants.

"Yes! You are!" Jungkook insists, hand moving faster and faster while he fucks, so ruthlessly.

Taehyung squirms, his every muscle tight and pulsing with pleasure when his climax finally overtakes his pitiful resistance and pleasure explodes all over him. He shouts out, collapsing on top of Jungkook, who stiffens in his silent bliss at the same time.

For a long moment, Taehyung can't see or hear anything, his head is full of delirious static.

"Hey..." Jungkook says softly, hand patting the back of Taehyung's head. "You okay?"

"Oh god, I'm sorry, hang on..." he goes to move but Jungkook doesn't let him.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I made such a mess on you, let me clean it up..." Taehyung mutters.

"You're not going anywhere until you've kissed me..." Jungkook's soft words linger and finally, Taehyung finds the familiar dark eyes. They are soft and full of... affection? "You are so incredibly beautiful when you come..." Jungkook adds, and Taehyung simply wants to curl up in his embarrassment. "– and cute when you blush!"

The softest kiss has the power to dissipate every single worry in Taehyung's mind after Jungkook coaxes him out of his emotional panic. For the first time, their kiss isn't simply passionate, this one has layers and it's... beautiful, so full of hope that Taehyung could cry.

"I really need to know you're okay after that?" Jungkook says, worry marring his beautiful smile.

"Yeah, I'm good," Taehyung beams. "Seriously," he adds when it looks like Jungkook isn't quite convinced. Taehyung can't resist, it's impossible not to drop a soft kiss on the slightly pouting lips.

"Okay then, let's go for a shower," Jungkook says, as if this were their new normal. Them, doing things, together.

Taehyung wants to ask what's going to happen, what this will mean to their work relationship, but he simply smiles, nodding.