“...You like this, don’t you?” Taeyong murmured lowly, tracing his lips against the younger’s jaw until he eventually came to a stop before the younger’s lips, their breath mingling together.

“You like it when I take control,” he stated, cupping Ten’s face so the younger finally looked at him. Ten bit his bottom lip, looking dazed as they stared into each others eyes. 

In which Taeyong finds out that Ten is all bark but no bite.