Answer: Prologue [ Part - 1]

The moment he let out a hoarse cry, his vision blurred.

He blinked, and the ruffle of his lashes shook loose a droplet that painted a cool stripe down the curve of his flushed cheek.Although Taehyung recognized these were tears, the hands to wipe them away have been both wrapped around the broad, rocking back of the man above him. Even had they been loose, with the firm, muscular hips driving rhythmically between his splayed legs and stoking the fever coursing through his body, some tears have been the least of his worries.

"Oh, oh-ah!" His voice rose in fitful bursts,pitched high and honey-sweet as though to trap his partner in sensual invitation.It turned into not the voice of a man in his thirties, and the sound of it crumpled him in crushing shame. But he had recently discovered that any attempt to suffer in silence might best intensify the torture, and so he allow his tearful cries spill unchecked.

"Loosen up, a little more...can you?"

Jungkook breathed into his ear.

"You're too tight."

His tone was deep and low, and yet glazed with a certain salacious promise.

He was five years Taehyung’s junior but his cool composure confirmed nothing of it, and no matter the premature prickle of frustration, Taehyung couldn't deny that Jungkook’s voice mesmerized him.

He fought to loosen up as he have been advised but his legs remained stiff and trembling, and even the slightest easing of anxiety only gave Jungkook leeway to slip further inner him, triggering another reflexive squeeze.

“Having trouble?”

It was not only Jungkook’s voice but his body and facial capabilities that recommended he was the older one; but among them, it was Jungkook who seemed his age. Taehyung’s face retained still a few vestiges of boyishness, and his body became too slim for a man of his years.

Being pinned like this under him only accentuated the wild masculinity of Jungkook’s chiseled capabilities, and even now Taehyung wavered at the verge of submission and had to steel himself.

“Just, shut… up!”

Jungkook gazed down at him, observing his callow reactions and twisting his full lips as though to suppress a smile, and Tae cursed him inwardly. His claim that Taehyung was ‘tight’ was probably a laugh at his expense, as well. The inner walls of his body, now molded around Jungkook’s erection, were so slick with lubricant, the unrelenting ********, and Jungkook’s fluids that every inch of progress left his ears burning at the lewd sounds.

“No, d-don’t, stop…”

Jungkook’s teeth worried the fevered, touchy lobe of his ear, and a flush of pleasure loosened his muscles, leaving him soft and slack. Immediately Jungkook surged forward, his hot, inflexible length churning eagerly through the gummy mess between his legs, and Taehyung all but screamed.

“Like hell it’s… ‘too tight’… oh, yes—!”

Jungkook made love like a bully, hounding him with cruel persistence, and Taehyung thrashed in desperate, gasping pride. His body had learned to delight in it.

To be continued...

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