Answer: Prologue [ Part - 5]

“With this?” Jungkook taunted callously, and his strokes pushed deeper inside in demonstration. Taehyung let out a scream that was somewhere in the middle of ecstasy and plaintive despair, and he hooked his nails into the back of the man swaying above him.

“Oh, yes, there, there—!”

Nothing in the world mattered to him right then but chasing the high of sex.

Stupid, pointless, he spat soberly at himself, but every night that he spread his legs Jungkook pushed him further, breaking in Tae’s body to his design.

The muscles went soft and liquid for Jungkook’s trespass barely seemed to belong to him anymore. His flesh devoured the man with fierce appetite, little more than a vessel to be filled by the pumping of that slick, hot length. He felt a spike of dread as if he were teetering on the brink of an abyss, and he clawed at Jungkook’s sweaty, bronzed skin in his panic to hold onto him. He knew that it was Jungkook dangling him over the edge, but the threat of that bottomless drop terrified him, and Jungkook’s broad chest was all he had to cling to.

“I, I’m coming, gonna—”

“Tighten up!”

Powerful arms wrapped around his waist, hands stroked the sweaty dip of his back, and just as something like relief unfolded within him, his creaking body seized in ******.

He heard Jungkook choke out a groan, and warmth began to pool steadily inside him. He ground his hips back against Jungkook as the man’s release spurted into his narrow channel, and spent himself between their heaving bodies.

It was always this moment that brought him the most pleasure: the moment he took within himself the seed and weight of a man he didn’t love and who didn’t love him, a man he didn’t even know well enough to call a stranger.

There must be something wrong with me, the thought drifted through the fog of his mind

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“Not going to stay the night?” Tae made a lethargic inquiry, and Jungkook shot a look of amazement in his direction.

“Sometimes I can’t believe your nerves.”

“Oh? I just thought since it’s already late.”

The sweat had evaporated from his skin, and Jungkook was once again clad in the suit he had worn to Taehyung’s doorstep, hair straightener and profile sharp and collected, not a crease out of place to hint at the sensual fever of minutes ago.

“It was just common sense to ask.”

“‘Common sense.’” Jungkook’s dashing features twisted briefly in sarcasm, and he flung out in a chilly monotone, “How thoughtful of you, even for the man who raped you and forced you into this arrangement.”

Jungkook’s unflinching bluntness no longer came as any surprise, and Tae puffed at his cigarette with his chin propped lazily in his palm. “If you’re so keenly aware of what you’ve done,” he retorted, matching Jungkook’s flatness, “then why the hell is you still doing it.”

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

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