PLS I have more ideas for this story than I have time to write. I'll get around to them all eventually- ty for your patience!! This part was late because I promised myself I'd update Poles, Goals and Losing Control before I wrote more for this one T_T

Jungkook was a solid weight digging into his lap. He laid across the sofa, arms hanging over the edge and head twisted severely to watch the screen.

It was a good film. One they'd both seen already, again, but they had made a silent agreement to watch every Marvel film together. They'd fucked a few times and after they would curl under a blanket and pick out the next film.

Except today there was no blanket. Jungkook had kicked it off to the dirty rug, confidently claiming he had enough body heat for the both of them.

To say it was distracting was an understatement; while Jungkook sat happily sprawled over him, gaze fixed on the scene, all that stole his attention was his ass.

Not just his ass - though it was worth looking at on it's own - but the dark red streaks that blemished the skin. They looked sore and deep and were almost definitely the reason he was laid on his stomach.

The distinctive lashes of a cane.

Hot but most importantly, he didn't put them there.

No, he'd nudged Jungkook in and stripped him of his clothes to find the lashes embedded in his skin. He made no move to comment on it, initially stunned but quickly shaking off his suprise. It was useful, being able to prod and squeeze the sore flesh. Making the sub cry and squirm brought him a sick satisfaction, moreso than it would have otherwise.

Because there was only one person who was likely beat his sub that way. With a perfect cane just as he wanted. The man who had so happily handed over a card as though stealing his new sub was a business decision.

Jungkook slept with Jimin.

Taehyung hadn't expected to feel any sort of jealously but he couldn't think of anything else to explain away the irritation that rumbled in his chest. Jungkook was his. Of all people for him to sleep with did it have to be Jimin?

No, it couldn't be jealously then. Because it was just Jimin.

A wandering hand traced along one of the streaks; Jungkook shivered beneath the gentle touch but didn't seem to think much of it.

Still, Taehyung couldn't take his eyes off of the marks. He craved to find something stronger, sharper, to find something harder that he could use to bury the marks under a fresh layer of bruises. But Jungkook couldn't take that, they were still going slow. Even with the crop when they had played with it again his sub had called out to slow down through soft sobs and shaky breaths.

Of course he complied and massaged the area until his breathing had steadied and he signalled to continue.

Those bruises barely lasted two days, faint plum tones fading into a rash like blemish then back to the usual pale colour of his skin, invisible.

That was the only time he'd been able to leave lasting damage.

He couldn't help himself. He had to know. How hard had he been hit to leave these marks? How much had he cried? How long had they lasted?

"When did you see Jimin?"

Jungkook didn't notice his voice for a moment, then he slowly turned his head from the screen. "Huh?"

And he couldn't help himself again as his gentle touch dimpled into the red lash. "Jimin, when?"

Jungkook's brows furrowed, features tightening with a controlled inhale in response to the pain. "Monday, why? I thought you're okay with us sleeping with other people,"

Not Jimin.

He bit his tongue. "Curious. Good to know what you're doing, what you like for us to experiment with,"

A smile ghosted on Jungkook's lips and he shuffled a little to settle into a more comfortable position. "Jimin said the same thing,"

Taehyung shrugged, shifting his hands to rest on his lower back rather than further agitate his sore skin. "You have a good time with him?"

Jungkook nodded. "I did. I was suprised how different you are but I liked both. He says he'll let me know when he's free again but he seemed quite busy,"

"He usually is, yeah,"

Jungkook was quiet for a moment. "You upset him, huh?"

"What do you mean?"

Jungkook paused again and shifted to toy with a pillow beneath him. "He seemed awkward talking about you... Kind of bitter? Concerned maybe, I'm not sure,"

A scoff escaped his lips before he could help it and when Jungkook stared up, curiosity evident in his stare he knew he owed some form of explanation. "He cares too much. He needs to let it go,"

"Really because you act the same as him," Jungkook probed, a cheeky smile adorning his lips.

"If you like my dick I suggest we don't talk about my relationship with Jimin," He gave his ass a small tap for good measure and nudged his head back to face the screen, earning a small laugh.

"Fine, fine. I'll just be the third wheel then,"

"The only stable wheel," Taehyung murmured, sinking back into the old sofa and kicking his feet to help prevent complete loss of circulation after an hour of Jungkook's weight pressing into his thighs.

"Oh yeah?" Jungkook probed.

"Me and Jimin aren't on great terms if you hadn't noticed," He offered, his marked skin still an unwelcome eyesore. So pretty but so infuriating that Jimin beat him to it. "I'll share you if he will," He added.

"Didn't realise this would get you so worked up," Jungkook chuckled. "You didn't seem bothered at all earlier; suprised me a little,"

Taehyung let out a long sigh, realising his frustration from the past few hours through his breath. "It's not right to take out personal gripes through BDSM,"

"You know I like punishments. Would've been hot to be punished for letting another man hit me," Jungkook had pulled himself up, hovering over his lap with his hands cautiously grazing his bare chest.

"You're tired," Taehyung dissuaded despite the suggestive smirk of the fit man on his lap.

Jungkook hummed. "You aren't tempted?"

"You have no idea," Taehyung groaned. "But aren't you sore?"

A small shrug told him all he needed as he laid Jungkook back on the sofa facing down. Usually he would be nervous of soiling the already tearing leather but with Jungkook all it took was an arch of his back and he was fumbling for a loose condom which he found promptly in the pocket of a pair of discarded jeans.

As much as Jungkook had ignored it it was no secret to them both that Taehyung's cock had been lightly digging into his stomach for the better part of the film.

His hole was still soft from the recent intrusion, remnants of lube aided the slide. Jungkook let out a low groan and reached back to spread himself, carelessly groping his tender ass.

Taehyung bit back a pleasured sigh as he watched his rim stretch to accommodate his girth. The tattoos that had become so familiar to him decorated his back and arms.

He'd never been a huge fan of subs with tattoos, had rolled his eyes when Jimin applied fake ones to dress him up, but on Jungkook they were perfect. They provided a sharper edge to balance his gentle whimpers and moans. They gave Taehyung power.

The position strained Jungkook's muscles and he was forced to support his weight on his head and chest against the armrest in order to offer Taehyung the lewd view.

Having the ability to bend such a strong man and sculpt him into a cockslut was enough to spur him on, bucking his hips and relishing in the others struggle to support himself. It was a struggle for Taehyung to balance among the tangled of limbs on the narrow sofa but still Jungkook gasped and moaned, eagerly rocking back onto his cock with the strength remaining. "Sir,"

He took a firm grip on his waist and slowed his pace, releasing a series of grunts. "Feel so good baby,"

Taehyung bit his lip, realising his error as soon as it left his mouth. He'd fucked Jungkook enough times to know he didn't like such pet names. He loved slipping into the head space of a needy slut being punished, he'd made it perfectly clear. Why the slip up? An explanation hovered in his mind, a projection of what he himself wanted.

He shook it off and cleared his throat. Jungkook was a slut and he was an asshole. That was their dynamic.

Somehow Jungkook still hadn't figured out it wasn't just an act and he wasn't sure how to break it to him. When he did would he even want to sleep with him anymore? And here he was projecting his stupid sick desires onto him as though his and Jimin's relationship wasn't long buried. At this rate he'd lose them both. Not that he had Jimin anyway. Why did he even care about losing Jungkook he didn't want him in the first place.

They'd barely been fucking for three weeks it was far too soon to grow attached like that. Was that what had happened with Jimin? Too much to fast? Then why did he keep nagging his thoughts when so much had gone. Why couldn't he leave it in the past?

He was so lost in thought Jungkooks short moans slipped from his awareness, as his anxiety grew he felt himself soften.

Desperately he clutched onto his body, feeling up his taught muscles to get himself back in the mood but to no avail.

"Shit. Sorry," Taehyung uttered between breaths.

Jungkook slowly shifted, turning to face him, his cheeks were flushed with arousal, eyes hooded. "Did- Did I do something?"

Guilt gnawed at his chest as he shook his head. "No, it's not you just um, stuff on my mind,"

He nodded but squirmed, hands hovering over his crotch.

"I can deal with that for you," Taehyung offered hesitantly, adjusting the elastic of his pants to sit more comfortably on his hips, covering his shameful lack of erection.

Jungkook looked hesitant himself but still crawled onto his lap and pressed a soft kiss to his neck. He was unsure, as though uncomfortable with only taking pleasure for himself, needing to give something back.

Taehyung tried to ease him through soft touches, a firm hand wrapping around his cock.

It worked, although slightly awkward he leaned into his touches and embraced the sensation until he came into his hand with a sigh.

The films credits were rolling as Jungkook slumped against his shoulder.

"So um, you didn't say earlier,"

Jungkook hummed a curious response.

"What did you do with Jimin?"

He took a moment to respond, cheek pressed against his neck. "He tied me up, hostage style," Timid fingers reached to toy with the waistband of Taehyung's pants. "Used the cane and left me with a vibrator,"

The response was a little surprising to Taehyung. All the core components of things Jimin loved were there, submission, bondage, pain and pleasure. Delivered so differently to how he'd experienced it first hand, catered to Jungkook's desires.

"You liked it?" Taehyung clarified again.

And again Jungkook nodded. "Being ignored was surprisingly fun, it never appealed to me before,"

"Ignored huh?"

Jungkook's cheeks held a pink hue that seemed to grow darker. "Yeah he um, left me on the floor with the vibrator while he did some work... The cane was good too, lived up to my expectations,"

Taehyung hummed. "I'll have to buy one myself,"

Jungkook stirred. "That would be nice. Jimin has lots of spares though, maybe he'll give me one?"

With begrudging agreement Taehyung nodded, as bitter as he was to accept any sort of gift from his ex dom he knew that he could definitely afford fancier, higher quality tools. All Jimin had to do was part with one of the free products he was so often sent to try.

For the rest of the evening they watched a few more films, wasted the scraps of money Taehyung had left on fast food and crawled into bed.

It was Taehyung's day off. Jungkook left quickly, having a class to get to and badgering calls from Yoongi was enough to have him rush off.

With him gone Taehyung took his time. He snacked on the leftovers that Jungkook hadn't stolen on his way out, got dressed, did a little tidying.

He sat back on his sofa with a huff.

The night before flashed in his mind; Jungkook sprawled across his lap. Those marks.

A new feeling wormed it's way into his mind. Fucking Jimin. He couldn't help himself could he?

He probably left the marks on purpose to piss him off, to remind him what he's missing.

Throughout the day his irritation bubbled away, growing steadily until he forced on his thickest boots (because if there's one thing he has over Jimin it's height), his hottest outfit and set out to walk to his apartment.

That's how he ended up outside that all too familiar door once again. The shiny wooden floor of the corridor gripped onto the soles of his shoes, forcing him still as he stared down the reflective metal numbers that indicated the apartment.

He knocked.

The door swung open after a moment. Jimin's brows were furrowed, clothes casual and somewhat crumpled from a day at home. "Taehyung? You came,"

"Don't flatter yourself," He scoffed and pushed past him to enter into the apartment. It was a bit messier than his last visit, blankets were unfolded and washed dishes sat on the draining board, the mess pristine compared to his own flat.

He turned, expecting to see Jimin's usual cool confidence, a smirk, a quirked brow.

But he didn't. Jimin looked angry.

"Why are you here Taehyung?" Hs asked in a sigh, though he's tone suggested he knew the answer.

Despite the others tone he shrugged and leant on the back of the sofa. "If we're sharing Jungkook we need to talk,"

"Why's that?"

Taehyung stared him down but recieved no response, just a cold hard stare in response. Eventually Taehyung realised he would have to give a response.

But he didn't have one.

There was no good reason for him coming. Just lust and annoyance conjealed into a disgusting mess that lodged itself into the forefront of his mind like a clot.

Jimin made a move towards the sofa and Taehyung perked up, ready to hear what he had to say. But he walked past, headed to a closed door.

"Where are you going?"

Jimin's shoulders sagged and he twisted his neck to reveal an unimpressed expression. "You're always welcome to make amends Taehyung but it's clear you aren't here to do that. I'm not going to fuck you,"

His expression was unsettling. He'd seen those pretty features contort in so many ways, disgust, anger, lust, joy. But never this. Whatever it was.

It made Taehyung feel small and he propped himself up to stand tall on his tall boots, hardly towering over the other who was meters away. "Don't be so fucking arrogant I don't want your nasty ass dick,"

"Then why are you here?" Jimin asked calmly.

Taehyung didn't have a response.

With a low sigh Jimin collected himself and turned to face him fully, closing some of the distance between them but not all.

"Taehyung," He started firmly, Taehyung felt himself resisiting the urge to shrink back. "You know I care about you, a lot. I want you to be happy, I truly do but... I have to put myself first sometimes. You can't just come here and toy with me just to fuck off when it doesn't suit your style or whatever,"

Taehyung still didn't manage to utter a word so he continued.

"You know when you came before I was so excited that you might come back. But you left immediately. Do you have any idea how that made me feel? Aftercare isn't just for you Taehyung,"

"What's your point?"

Jimin released an effortful sigh. "Unless you're here to stay you need to leave,"

He was serious. Taehyung gulped as his fingers found the back of the sofa behind him and clutched onto the fabric. "Okay and? What if I am here to stay? What happens then?"

Another step closer and Taehyung's tongue shrivelled in his mouth. His breath was shallow and erratic by the time Jimin had extended his arm, knuckles just barely grazing his cheek. "Taehyung.... Don't say things you don't mean,"

The touch was gone as soon as it came and if it weren't for Taehyung's abnormal stillness he would have held his hand in place. He was glad the impulse didn't follow through.

"What? Maybe I do want to get fucked okay? Need to get it out my system or something," The admission was quiet and rambling and Taehyung could only hope the heat he felt on his cheeks was in his head. "I mean I um, it keeps popping into my head lately,"

"If you just want to be fucked then go to someone else, I'm sure any of your old colleagues would be more than up to the task,"

"No!" Taehyung complained instantly. "They never did it how I liked it; you know me already it's easier, feels different,"

Jimin scoffed. "Easier for who Taehyung? It's not me, is it?"

The guilt and shyness had began to meld away back to it's original form as Taehyung rolled his eyes. "What is your problem? I know you want to fuck me- just do it!"

"Because I don't want just part of you. If you want me then I want all of you. I'm not just going to be your booty call," His tone was firm and final, leaving no room for further debate.

Taehyung let out an agitated huff and rolled some tension from his neck. "Fine. Whatever. What do you want exactly?"

Now Jimin fell silent. Taehyung could see his mind working, attempting to eloquently phrase his desires.

"I think you know what I want, Taehyung," He spoke eventually, voice soft.

And he did.

"I'm a dom,"

The exasperated scoff that escaped Jimin's lips was almost humorous as he shook his head. "Just leave,"

"For someone who claims to care about me you're so damn impatient! What's so bad about you fucking me every now and then? You can give me aftercare, fine,"

"You know it's not about that! You just want sex then you can go to someone else. It's not fair on me for you to use me like this,"

Taehyung huffed and pushed off of the sofa to leave, slamming the door behind him for good measure. He didn't want to linger and see the disappointment and sadness linger in Jimin's eyes.

No, he would take Jimin's advice. Perhaps rub it in his face later too.

As he reached the front entrance of the building he paused and opened his phone, scrolling down through his contacts to see the old names he'd become accustomed to glazing over.

Minjun.

He wet his lips. His thumb hovered over the contact but he pushed his phone back into his pocket and instead made his way to the man's apartment. They had held all sorts of little gatherings and parties together back when he worked for Jimin, Minjun graciously offering to host most times.

His fingers were jittery as he approached the building. A little terraced house that had carved itself a special place in his memory.

Even without specific events Minjun had been a good host to him, offering support in times of need or a place to crash before he moved in with Jimin. For some time, it was home.

Yet he had let go of it all so easily that it barely struck him. The wall of memories he faced seemed persistent and ever-growing as he scraped away the cover he'd put over those years of his life.

He knocked. And then he panicked. Taehyung soothed himself with silent reassurances the man probably wasn't even home. It wasn't too late to turn home, admit his mistakes and forget this ever happened. Yes he could do that- he didn't need to uncover the sick part of him that enjoyed this for so long. Not enjoyed but-

The door opened.

Minjun looked the same as he last saw him. A mixture of suprise and elation sprung across his features, contrasting the wrinkled athlesure that adorned his body. "Taehyung? Shit man, its been so long what brought you here? Come in," He grinned and ushered him inside.

Taehyung's shoulders were tensed as he nodded and allowed the other to guide him with a firm hand on his back.

But as he was lead to the familiar layout of the apartment something struck him as odd. It was subtle at first- the stairs were clear without piles of bottles and laundry. The little dents in the walls had been filled or tactfully covered by little frames that lined the walls. In the kitchen he saw a shiny marble effect counter that must have been there before but too covered with paper work and grime to be noticeable.

"Drink?" Minjun offered, pulling two matching glasses from the cupboard in an instant, no need to fumble with dirty glasses or substitute or a jar or jug as they had often found themselves doing during Taehyung's stay.

He nodded dumbly and accepted a glass of water.

"So what brings you here?"

Taehyung wet his lips and took a sip of water to stall while he thought up an answer. "I um... I saw Jimin,"

Minjun raised a brow on reflex, urging him to continue.

"Yeah... Been a while. He uh, I wanted to experiment again I guess but he said no. Said I should go to one of the guys I used to work with instead,"

The other nodded slowly and took a long sip of his drink. "So you visit for the first time in two years and it's for cock?"

Minjuns apartment had changed but he didn't seem too, just as brash as ever.

"Maybe... I'm a dom now but I keep thinking about it. Thought I maybe need to get it out my system or something,"

He smiled and hummed, almost disguising his shock. "Dom huh? So you've stopped subbing? Don't see why you'd need to experiment, you liked it just fine before,"

"I changed," Taehyung rebutted. "Subbing is... I don't want to,"

"Yet here you are,"

Minjun appeared as though he were about to continue speaking and brush him off so he made his move, darting forward to press their lips together in a firm, chaste kiss. He'd pulled away without giving him a chance to respond, hovering just a few inches away.

The hands that snaked to his waist were rough and calloused just as he'd remembered. It was so different from Jimin's light and caring touches. It wasn't as good. It couldn't give him the same gentle highs.

His breaths were warm and steady against Taehyung's cheeks and he exhaled a short laugh as he moved in again. "Calm down Tae,"

Taehyung held back the groan that teased his throat and raised a hand to fiddle with the aglet of Minjun's hoodie. "You don't want me?"

"No, it's not that. You're amazing but it's not worth it,"

His brows furrowed in confusion and on cue there was a rattle of keys and shifting of the front door. Within seconds a small figure appeared in the doorway.

She was clearly dressed for work, in smart but comfortable looking opaque fabrics, bold but figure hugging. The keys were dumped in a little tray in habit before she looked up to see them both.

Interest shadowed her features as she observed the scene, Taehyung nearly tucked into his neck, Minjun's long fingers clutched onto his waist.

"Good afternoon," Minjun spoke first, releasing him to embrace the woman with open arms and press a brisk kiss on her cheek.

"Who's this?" She asked with a coy smile, reaching to pat down a few stray strands of the others bed hair, her gaze warm and trusting. As she did he noticed a ring, in contrast to the dark hair of his old colleague sat a small diamond.

"Taehyung," Minjun introduced.

Recognition clouded her eyes as she turned to face him. "The porn star?"

He offered a slow nod. "Sorry I thought he was single,"

She gave a light slap to Minjun's arm and rolled her eyes. "So slow to give news aren't you? Well I'll leave you boys to catch up, you know where to find me," Before she could leave Minjun held her on place, those same large hands that held his torso moments ago pressed against her sides, the touch ghosting and delicate. He murmured a small something in her ear with a stupid grin before she turned to leave, kicking off her shoes by the door.

The air was still around them, neither seeming to know what to say. After a a while Minjun took a gulp of his water. "That's my fiancee,"

"Yeah I guessed, since when? She's okay with your work?" Taehyung questioned curiously.

Unbeknownst to him, Minjun appeared confused. "You really cut ties with everyone, huh? I left just a few months after you. Met Mina at a temporary job during the transition,"

"You left? Why?"

He shrugged. "Wasn't the same after you left. Not just me, Soobin, Yeji and Chae left too, later though not all at once,"

What the fuck.

"That'a like a third of everyone! What did you guys get so depressed you couldn't step on my dick anymore you all fucked off?"

Minjun laughed. "No, no, not that. Jimin was just different after, became a bit of an ass, harder to work with. Not on purpose or anything he was just more stressed I think, wanted everything to be perfect,"

"Sounds like Jimin,"

Minjun didn't look convinced. "He was different. It doesn't matter though, I hope he does well. Haven't spoken to him in a while either,"

Taehyung shrugged and Minjun offered a small smile. "Sorry if I disappointed you. I'd ask Mina if she's up for a threesome but she's not very kinky,"

"No it's okay... I probably shouldn't anyway, I'm a dom like I said,"

"Why not be a switch?"

"A switch is just a weak dom," Taehyung groaned.

"That might just be the dumbest thing I've ever heard,"

Taehyung couldn't help the pout that formed on his lips.

"Taehyung, just give it a go, I'm pretty sure Woojin still works for Jimin if you wanna see if he's up to it or you can easily find someone new. There's nothing wrong with doing things you enjoy,"

"It's not the same as when Jimin does it, he knows what I like,"

"I don't know what to say then, you'll have to talk things through with him. Can't be that hard can it? The man was whipped for you,"

"I don't want things to be how they were before," Taehyung admitted softly, staring down into his cup. "I don't know what it was it was just constricting, I don't want to live like that,"

"Sounds like something you both need to talk about. And I doubt you'll be able to just get your desires out of your system. You like what you like, Tae, can't help that,"

Taehyung gave a determined nod.

Thanks for reading!
This part didn't go as I originally planned but I thought I should spread out the pacing a bit more.