Answer: Prologue [ Part - 4]

Tae’s hesitance never lasted any longer than his sobriety, and once the night progressed, Taehyung was the one losing himself headlong to passion. Modesty and propriety fell away from him like sloughed skin, and he abandoned himself to sensation without even realizing the loss. The intensity of his sensuality, far from being off-putting, was an uncalculated coquetry that called to men like a siren song.

At last, Jungkook raised his head to whisper, “No? What do you want then?”

He captured Tae’s offered tongue with his teeth, and Tae shamelessly clung to Jungkook’s shoulders and begged him, “Just—just put it in, please, just, put it in…”

Jungkook had been the one to drag these abominable true colors of his out into the open, and yet there were times when Taehyung’s bald debauchery seemed to unnerve him. Then, without fail, dismay would give way to a flicker of irritation, and to mask his confusion his long fingertips would tease with especial wickedness. Tonight was no exception; Jungkook’s lovemaking was insistent and vicious. He pressed erotic supplications over and over again from his partner’s lips, until finally he took up Taehyung’s weight again, and maneuvered his slim, shaking legs around his waist.

“No, no—!”

But Jungkook entered him only shallowly and would not move, and he met tae’s resentful glare with a thin smile. “What?”

Taehyung was all too familiar with that pitiless expression. He sucked in a breath and lifted his hips, wrapped one hand around Jungkook’s jutting erection, and with desire and terror warring inside him he moved to guide it into his body. But his arms could only reach so far in this awkward position, doubled over in a crunch with Jungkook’s weight bearing down on him, and his limbs began to convulse from the strain. Jungkook watched his laboring with a cold, almost perfunctory stare, but he did not appear to be enjoying the sight at all.

“That’s enough.”

Jungkook’s palm wiped the tracks of sweat and tears from Taehyung’s cheek with unexpected gentleness. Tae shied in surprise, and Jungkook held him steady as he lowered himself down, sliding smoothly inside until their hips were flush. Tae nearly forgot how to breathe. One ****** had filled him with its long, thick heft all at once, and the throbbing pulse of Jungkook’s blood was electrifying. He felt himself hurtling to climax when Jungkook’s fingers clenched the base of his erection, instantly damming the rush.

“Nngh… ah, ah, ah!”

Twice Jungkook pulled slowly out of him and eased in again, then began to snap his hips in a rapid jackhammer that jostled Taehyung into the mattress. The pitch of his moans rocketed higher, scalding him in embarrassment.

“What do you want me to do?” Jungkook asked, loosening his tormenting grip to avoid dousing the flames of tae’s desire, and Tae wailed, slurring, “Thr-******, deeper, thrust—!”

Jungkook hardly had to bother coercing him anymore; he’d learned to recite these appalling phrases all on his own. Once he had discovered that swallowing his humiliation and voicing these sordid words would heighten his pleasure, they practically spoke themselves.

...To be continued......

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