Taehyung took a deep breath. The wooden door before him was thick, almost soundproof.

All that stood between him and Jimin who he knew would be impatiently readying papers and pens just the other side.

When he signed up for the I terrier he hadn't planned on attending, hadn't even checked his schedule to see if he was free on the ransom suggested time he had selected.

But one night curiosity got the better of him and he checked.

And the possibility sat in the back of his mind, rotting away logical thought and offering all too tempting ideas of possibilities. Now, staring at the door, all of the possibilities felt far out of reach.

It wasn't as though his dreams had a wide scope; he was a simple man. He didn't want to crawl back into Jimin's arms and be coddled as he would have years ago, he didn't want revenge or the other to beg for his forgiveness. All he wanted was to waste his time and rub his success in his face. Then maybe, after that was done, he could fuck him or even get paid to fuck people.

Finding submissives who would put up with him was tiring on its own, to get paid for that part to be done for him? How could he ever complain?

He peeked down at his phone for the time.

14:07

A little late. Perfect.

He knocked; the door opened quickly.

Taehyung's breath caught at the movement and he froze, unable to do anything but watch as Jimin revealed himself.

He was just as perfect as Taehyung remembered. Dark hair swept up off his forehead, subtle make up accentuating his features- the kind he wore only when he wanted to look extra good and make a good impression.

He wore a tight black tee and leather trousers that pulled taught around his muscles. What a show off.

Shamelessly Taehyung took in his appearance, taking his time tracing back up his body to reach his eyes. In part he felt entitled to appreciate his body, especially as Jimin had prepared himself so nicely but also he wanted to prolong time before eye contact would inevitably occur.

And despite his slow pace Jimin's shock was still slowly draining from his face. He stuttered slightly for a second. "Tae baby?"

Why did he have to look at him like that? Hurt? Relieved?

Taehyung gulped and scraped together some confidence. "Just Taehyung," He huffed, pushing past him to walk further into the apartment.

Everything was eerily similar to his memory. With some scrutinising he picked up on a handful of changes, almost unpercievable. Jimin's favourite fluffy blanket had been replaced with a newer plumper one of a different colour, his brand of kitchen utensils were different, the handles a warm rustic wood rather than the cheap hard plastic he was familiar with. Most noticeably all pictures of the two of them had been replaced, stock photos of fields and kittens taking their place as thought he man couldn't bare to leave the spaces undecorated.

Jimin interrupted his pondering. "What are you doing here, Tae? Do you want to talk?" Jimin asked softly, pressing the door closed behind him as he turned to watch Taehyung wandering around.

"Booked an audition,"

Jimin paused and then nodded, calculating, a subtle smirk threatened the corner of his lips. "Well that's great news, please have a seat- would you like a drink first?"

Taehyung wet his lips. "Water please,"

"So... how's school? Or are you working now?" Jimin asked cautiously, pulling a small glass from the cupboard and filling it for him.

He felt smugness swarm his chest. "Wasn't for me, I work in a supermarket now,"

As expected, Jimin's face fell, brows furrowed with concern. "Oh..."

"My job is okay but this would be more fun," He admitted, taking a large gulp of the water. "I haven't dommed someone new for a while,"

"Dommed?" Jimin echoed quietly.

"Yep, I haven't subbed in..." He paused to think. "Two years," He grinned.

Jimin eyed him with concern, arms crossed over his chest. The pose was so familiar, so dominant. Taehyung forced down a sip of water. "Right... Thing is I'm only really hiring subs at the moment. Though I'm sure you would fill the available position very well,"

Taehyung wanted to slap the annoying smile from his face. "I'm a dom," He insisted.

Jimin quirked an eyebrow, becoming more relaxed into the atmosphere between them. For him, that was good, for Taehyung it was unsettling. He knew that body language. The way his arms draped lazily over his chest, shoulders slanted back, taking an effortless control of the room.

With that level of control Jimin could press all his buttons and he knew it. It was only a matter of time before- "That's not how I remember you. No, you were such a gorgeous little slut for me,"

Taehyung's fingers curled around the counter behind him. Those words made him feel ways he promised himself he would never feel again. "I'm a dom," He repeated stubbornly, hating how his cheeks began to heat under his exes intense stare.

"Now, now, don't be shy, I trained you out of that didn't I?" Jimin asked, pressing a gentle finger beneath his chin to tilt his head up.

He hated how alluring his old partner was. How such a simple touch allowed memories to claw back to the forefront of his mind. Back when he would use that same gentle touch, eyes glazed with cruelty after guiding him to his knees, forcing him to endure all kinds of pain and pleasure for his amusement, ignoring his desperate cries and pleas.

Eventually he brushed the other mans hand away, taking a step back so he could take a deep breath, unable to cope with the suffocating nature of the dom that made him feel so lightheaded and submissive.

"I'm a dom," He repeated again, unsure whether he was telling Jimin or simply reassuring himself.

"You're adorable TaeTae, you know you can be both, hm? There's no need to force yourself to stay away from things you enjoy,"

Taehyung's face scrunched in distaste. Why was his body reacting to this shit? Jimin wasn't smooth.

Jimin smiled and placed a hand either side of the counter behind him, not quite touching but caging him in place.

Still he had to fight the urge to lean into his touch, blaming distant  muscle memory, his body misguided in it's lack of understanding.

"I want to know why you're really here Taehyung; why not put your own name on the form, hm?" He asked, stepping back and offering some room to breath.

"I didn't want to gratify you with a warning," He bluffed.

"I think you were worried baby. I think you wanted to be reminded of how you used to feel,"

"Fuck off. I don't care about you, I don't sub anymore and even if I did it wouldn't be to you," He snapped though he was aware of the heat in his cheeks.

Jimin chuckled and took a step back, he had a knowing smile. "Such a mouth on you. I remember how fun it used to be to fill it,"

At his words Taehyung felt a weight on his tongue, throat threatening to constrict on nothing in memory. "I think I remember it differently," He lied.

"And how do you remember it baby?"

Taehyung lowered his head. Trust him to put himself in a corner. After a few moments, Jimin waiting patiently for his response, he gave in. "I didn't speak back to you,"

The delighted grin on Jimin's face was enough to make him regret his response. "You didn't need to, I gave you everything you needed, hm? Though I prefer the sound of your begging to this new sass,"

Taehyung squirmed under his watch. "What's your point?"

"My point is you're a good sub and I miss you. You know I can pay you well, we can do a trial run first to make sure you still like it too. It may not be what you came here for but you can't deny that you thought about it, can you?"

"A trial run?" Taehyung repeated quietly.

Jimin flashed him a charming, hopeful smile. "Yeah, you said it's been a long time since you subbed, I don't want to shock you, we can ease you into it again,"

Taehyung found himself agreeing with the idea, Jimin's fond, reassuring gaze tempting him to accept the proposition. He shook his head. "I'm better as a dom. I bet I could dom you," He gritted.

Jimin looked back at him, as calm as ever. "You think so?"

Shit shit shit.

Taehyung nodded.

"Well then, I'll give you a choice, go over by the table and bend over like a good boy, or dom me. Show me what you can do," Jimin's hand had slowly risen to cup his face, thumb gently tracing along his cheekbone.

Taehyung pursed his lips and turned his head to the side, internally cursing when he was met with the livingroom, the coffee table some way infront of the sofa and ready for him.

He looked back to Jimin.

He had topped many times over the past two years; he knew what he was doing.

Yet the way Jimin stared back at him, bemusement clear on his features, he felt like it was a trap. One does not simply dom a dom. That doesn't make any sense. It doesn't work.

Of course he couldn't dom Jimin. The man wasn't submissive; he wouldn't enjoy it.

So why did he feel so ready to give in himself?

His identity crisis was cut short when Jimin spoke again. "Go and sit down darling," He said, voice low and tempting as he pressed a firm hand on his lower back.

His feet betrayed him, moving with their own will to that space between the sofa and coffee table.

Jimin cleared the papers and pens that were out for the interview and gestured for him to take their place.

The varnished wood was slightly cool beneath his palms as he timidly edged over the table.

What the fuck was he doing?

He twisted back to see Jimin who sat on the sofa, legs parted as he leaned forward, evidently enjoying their position as he dragged his knuckles over the exposed slither of skin between the waist band of his jeans and his shirt that had ridden up, his touch soft and ticklish. Jimin's own shirt was taught around his chest, struggling against his muscles. Taehyung wondered if he purposely chose clothing too small to show off.

"I missed this," Jimin whispered. "Missed you,"

Taehyung huffed and pressed his cheek onto the table, the sensation eerily familiar, as if a day hadn't passed since the last time he was bent over for Jimin's viewing pleasure. At least he was clothed. "Whatever,"

The convenient placement of the TV directly across from the table lead to countless predicaments in the past, he squeezed his eyes shut and forced himself not to relive the memory.

He felt as his shirt was pulled down back to his hips from where it had ridden up. "What's your safe words?"

"Red, yellow, green," He muttered, the words hanging on his tongue.

Jimin hummed approvingly. "And what's your colour now? I won't do anything if you're uncomfortable Taehyung,"

Taehyung gritted his teeth and let his eyes close tight. His short breaths hit the table and fanned back towards his face as he willed away the silence in the room. Doubt and anticipation swirled in his stomach making him feel almost sick. He was already bent over the damn table why did Jimin need verbal consent? Stupid safety and boundaries.

He clenched and unclenched his jaw a few times as he worked up the confidence, or broke down his standards, enough to give a small nod. "Green..."

Two firm hands pressed against his ass, groping him through the worn denim of his jeans.

Taehyung bit harshly into his lower lip, punishing himself for how easy it was to get lost in such simple touches. It wasn't even bare skin. Somehow the weak fabric accentuated the touch, made it feel dirtier. Jimin had always loved to tease him fully clothed.

One of his hands wandered beneath his legs, pressing a teasing finger along the zipper and seam. "I want to hit you. Is that okay?"

Taehyung's give a little nod and struggled to contain the urge to wriggle his hips, settling for shifting his weight between his knees as he heard the faint clink of a belt buckle.

He let out a deep sigh, waiting eagerly for the simple routine that cursed his memories. For his trousers to be tugged down and for Jimin to have his way with him. Long seconds passed with the irritating fabric bunched around his knees, the cue to strip overdue.

Instead, Jimin folded over his belt, sitting on the floor beside him as he carefully petted his lower back.

The impact was sudden and sharp causing Taehyung to release a low hiss, brows to knotted together.

An opportunity for him to give a signal to stop was given, but he didn't.

Another hit. The belt gave an unsatisfying, almost high pitched sound as it hit the fabric, not at all justifying the deep pain and inevitable bruises that would form hidden from view.

He arched his back, an indescribable need to please washing over him. It had been so long. The pain. Within a few hits he felt drunk on the feeling, clawing weakly at the edge of the table and waiting impatiently for more, perfectly pliant under Jimin's hold.

He hated how much he had missed this.

How he had laid in bed fighting away lewd thoughts of what he was missing, insisting to himself that he was coerced in some way into enjoying it while genuine lust threatened to disfigure his altered retelling of the events.

Each individual hit merged until he was unable to mask the grunts and moans that escaped his lips. A thin layer of sweat trapped beneath his clothes formed, sticking awkwardly as he shifted his hips to grind against the tables edge.

The friction was almost painful but needed, egging him on further.

He panted softly, knuckles white as he gripped onto the table waiting for the next hit.

"So cute," Jimin teased, a cold hand slipping beneath the baggy waistband of his trousers to sooth the sore heated skin. He melted into the relieving touch. "Such a good boy at heart, aren't you? Taking this so well,"

Taehyung muffled a quiet moan into the table and pushed back into his hand, as if it would fall into that place between his legs he desired so severely.

The hand, trapped in place by the clothing, moved with him but increased grip to a rough pinch.

"Jimin!" He whined, squirming under his touch, his ass already burning from the assault with his belt. The hits had increased so slowly he barely registered when they begun landing with heavy thumps, forcing his hips to jut forwards. His rough grip aggravated the forming bruises.

"Yes darling?" Jimin hummed, running his hand firmly over the expanse of skin again.

He panted, heavy breaths hitting the table as he attempted to organise his thoughts through the thick dizzy cloud that clung to his reason.

Jimin prompted him to speak by pulling his hand from beneath his clothing and giving his ass a tap. "Come on,"

Taehyung's words caught on his tongue, shame and stubbornness acting as a firm barrier to his lust. "No," He mumbled.

"Oh? Are we done here then?"

"What?" Taehyung stuttered between breaths, turning to look back at his ex who sat on the floor, leaning back against the edge of the sofa.

Suddenly the tightness in his jeans was unbearable and he had to resist ripping them off on the spot to spare himself from the growing ache. "Jimin..."

He hummed plainly in response, indicating his attention.

The discomfort continued to grow until he squirmed, lowering his hands to fumble with the zip and relieve some pressure.

Before he could begin to peel away the fabric a knee pressed firmly to his back, pinning him down the the table. Strong hands grabbed at his clothing, forcing it down to his knees. "So eager. I thought I taught you to ask for permission, hm?"

Taehyung let out a shaky sigh, rutting his hips into the air impatiently. "Not yours,"

Jimin chuckled and petted the curve of his bag. "I guess that's true," He hummed. "Your audition is done,"

"What...?"

Jimin stood and sat back on the sofa. "I don't think we should go any further, I don't want to do anything you'll regret,"

A deep scowl formed on Taehyung's features and he rolled his eyes, quickly tugging up his jeans to cover himself again.

"Don't be so grumpy darling, you're always welcome here; you can come back whenever you like. Just not too much too quickly," His voice grew quieter as he wandered towards the kitchen.

With a huff Taehyung watched him, still slumped against the table.

But he quickly returned, a mug in hand, a soft blanket draped over his forearm and a pot of cream in the other. "Chamomile, one sugar, right?" He asked softly, perching on the edge of the sofa as he sat down the items and unfolded the blanket.

When he finally reached out and wrapped the soft beige fabric around his shoulders Taehyung couldn't help but release a short content sigh at the way the gentle weight hung off his frame. "I'm still mad at you," He reminded quietly. "Don't think I'll forgive you being an ass because you made me tea,"

"I know," Jimin smiled and patted his thigh. "Come, I can put some cream on for you,"

"I don't need cream you weren't even that rough," Taehyung uttered, though in the moments of silence that passed he found himself shuffling closer until he crawled up into his lap, basking in the immediate comfort of strong arms around him.

He let Jimin do as he pleased when he began to unzip his jeans again, shifting to allow him to remove his clothing completely before settling in his lap again. "I'm not coming back. You know that, right?"

Jimin sighed and folded the old fabric, setting it down beside him. "We can talk about that later," He soon scooped the cream onto his finger tips and pressed it to the others irritated skin.

It was cold and wet, quickly warming to the heat of his burning skin as he rubbed it in small circles that grew progressively larger.

His head rested on Jimin's shoulder he let out slow relaxed breaths. He had earned this special treatment afterall. It would be wrong to not take it. With that thought he surrendered his weight, allowing himself to rest.

"I didn't mean for this to happen," He whispered.

Soft, plump lips grazed his neck, heat dusting the skin with shallow breaths as Jimin leaned in. "I know,"

Taehyung's fists tightened on the others shirt as they pressed down firmly. Leaving a soft trail of dry kisses, almost mindless brushes of his lips, up to wear his neck met his jaw.

His grip on his shirt loosed, draping instead over Jimin's shoulders only to tighten again with a weak gasp when his tongue finally peaked though. "I- I meant it when I said I don't sub anymore,"

It was hot and wet against his neck, trailing with subtle grazes of teeth as if to act as a distraction for the growing provocativeness of his touches on his lower body, hands kneading into the sore flesh, far beyond the point of soothing, exploratory.

Jimin pulled away between kisses to speak. "Why withold from something you enjoy so much?"

Taehyung didn't have an answer, possibilities for a comeback swarming his mind but all rendering mute when the wetness of his tongue grazed the shell of his ear. His mind was blank, sore limbs floating under Jimin's hold and welcoming of his touches. He craved his strong hold, to be told how well he had done, to be owned.

"So worked up from some simple spanking," Jimin smirked, teeth pressing beneath his ear in the smile before reaching to nip aimlessly at the area.

Taehyung opened his mouth to complain but paused, too distracted to speak as the wandering hands drifted to his thighs, wiping away the excess cream.

He stared down, weight buried into Jimin's neck, gaze fixed down at his hands that hovered near his crotch.

Jimin was slightly paler than him, his smaller hands contrasting slightly against his tanned thighs that had been whitened with smears of cream. Finished, a hand sneaked back behind him to press at the small of his back, stabilising his weight while the other slowly drifted towards his inner thigh.

Light grazes caressed the area, knuckles brushing against the sensitive skin. He neared dangerously close to his cock that stood tall, desperately seeking attention that would not come. Taehyung willed it away as Jimin's wandering fingers pinched at his inner thighs.

Still, he couldn't look away, kept his mouth sealed shut in a silent plea to continue, certain that any disturbance could sway Jimin's mind from giving what he craved. He didn't want to think of reason or consequences. This was enough and he could leave like it was nothing again after, right?

His silence was rewarded as short fingers wrapped around his base.

Taehyung's own grip tightened on the back of his shirt, leaning in deeper to his chest, his diaphragm contracted sporadically in short bursts, heart palpitating in his chest. It was confusing, why his body reacted so much. He'd recieved so much more pleasure so many other times but now he was more desperate. Jimin was always so good at that, making him desperate, pressing his buttons. He pushed him as though it was second nature.

Jimin's fingers tightened, starting slow as he pumped his fist.

A low moan spilt from Taehyung's lips, eyes fluttering closed as he slowly rocked his hips rhythmically back into his hand.

He knew Jimin enjoyed this as much as he did, even if he didnt want to admit it himself.

His pace increased momentarily, forcing a cracked gasp from his throat. His back arched heavily, hips freezing in response to the sudden change.

Jimin's hand pressed further into his back. "You like that?" He cooed

Taehyung squeezed his eyes shut, shifting his hips slightly to get back into a new rhythm when he stopped.

His eyes snapped open and he stared down at the hand accusingly which now held still, uncomfortably tight around his tip.

"Jimin... Don't tease," He warned, hope failing as he felt a breathy chuckle against his neck and his original, now tedious pace, continued.

"Who said I was going to let you finish?"

Jaw clenched, Taehyung's brows furrowed. He bit back his complaints in favour of relaxing into his touches, releasing soft moans as his pleasure built up again.

Jimin took joy in building him up again, basking in the quiet grunts and gasps, how his thighs squeezed around his hips and his body jerked against his touch.

Pulling away was almost more enjoyable.

Taehyung finally regained some strength and pushed away from his chest to look him in the eye.

It was definitely more enjoyable.

Jimin raised a thumb to wipe away a stray tear from his cheek, biting back a smile at his angered expression. "You're so pretty when you're frustrated," He praised, combing his damp hair back from his glistening forehead.

Taehyung's lip curled in distaste but before he could voice his complaints Jimin pulled him in closer, nullifying the distance between their lips.

Taehyung stilled in his hold, a moan rumbling at his throat when a hand sneaked down to touch him again, complimenting the soft lips against his.

He felt dizzy, desperation almost pushed aside for a new craving.

His hands were free but his wrists felt bound, helpless and obedient under his exes skillful grip.

Before the other had the chance he pushed his tongue between the others lips, eager to prove a slither of dominance at the opportunity.

He moaned into his mouth, holding his head in place.

Taehyung's hips began to stutter against the others grip on his cock. He held onto Jimin's neck tightly, fingers digging into his smooth skin as he held him in place, bucking frantically as he edged closer.

A tear threatened to fall from his lashline, muscles tightening and coiling in his stomach.

He moaned into Jimin's mouth as he came, relief and pleasure bathing his groin as he weakly shuddered and pushed into his hand.

He heaved deep breaths, limp against Jimin's clothed chest.

Gentle hands pressed against his waist, caressing him through the damp fabric of his shirt.

As he caught his breath he shifted, twisting with Jimin as the man reached towards the coffee table before sitting back with a cup of tea. "This should be cool enough to drink, I can make you another if it's too cold.

He took the cup with shakey hands, cautious of spilling the clear yellow liquid as he raised it to his lips. The light sweetness refreshing, soothing his throat and the natural earthy taste grounding as he sunk into Jimin's lap, offering his tired thighs a break.

"How are you feeling, Tae?" Jimin spoke in a whisper, concerned despite his own flushed cheeks, pupils dilated with arousal.

He nodded slowly, lowering the cup to his lap. "I'm okay,"

"You did so well, baby," He muttered, tracing small shapes on his thighs, on arm still securely at his back, holding him close.

He hummed dismissively, ignoring the warm satisfaction from those words as he relaxed into his hold.

Jimin lifted a hand to his neck, gently urging him to rest his head back on his shoulder. "Take as long as you need," He whispered, upon feeling the weight of Taehyung's cheek on his shoulder he flattened the creases of his shirt.

Taehyung's eyes closed on their own accord, the familiar scent of his exes cologne comforting and his firm reassuring touches soothing against his sore, tired muscles.

"Are you going to sleep? You should get more comfortable first if you are, don't want you spilling your drink,"

Taehyung weakly shook his head, grip tightening around the cup as he leant back, giving himself space. "I... I should go soon,"

Jimin wet his lips, eyes darting to the clock. "I can cancel the next interview, caring for you is more important now,"

"Jimin... I'm fine, really," He insisted, though the heaviness in his eyes no doubt gave away his composure.

Jimin looked displeased. "I won't stay with you if you don't want but you can stay here to rest, get a change of clothes at least. Do you live far? I can drive you,"

He sighed and pushed himself off of his lap. "I'll borrow a clean shirt,"

Clearly it wasn't what he wanted to hear but still he scurried of to the bedroom, returning quickly with a neat white shirt. "Are you sure you don't want a bath first?"

"I'm fine," He dismissed. "I'm not your sub you don't need to treat me like one,"

He saw how Jimin's lip twitched downwards in annoyance, arms guarding his chest. "Whether you believe you're a sub or not you need aftercare, especially when it's been so long, it's intense,"

Taehyung hummed and pulled the shirt over his head. "You aren't even trying to get me back anymore, are you?"

He paused for a moment. "I'm not going to try and convince you to do something you don't want,"

Taehyung scoffed, a bitter smile adorning his features. "Oh yeah?"

"That was different Tae," He protested, sitting back beside him.

"Whatever makes you feel better," He shrugged, gulping down the remains of his tea and grimacing at the texture of tea leaves on his tongue.

He pulled on his clothes, patted around his pockets to check for his belongings and left before Jimin had the chance to pull out an excuse.