Win looked at King's small butt, gave it a sharp slap, and said, "It's time to go inside… so you can feel every inch of me."
King sobbed and cried out loud, begging Win, "Please don't do it… You and I are not in a relationship; we're just brothers."
Win didn't answer right away. Instead, he leaned closer and asked quietly, "Has anyone ever gone inside you before?"
King shook his head, his voice trembling. "No… I've never done it before."
A faint smirk curved Win's lips. "Then you should be grateful," he murmured, his tone low and deliberate, "that I want to be the first to go inside you."
Win raised King's butt and used one finger, putting it inside. King cried out loud in pain,
his touch both firm and possessive. He tensed, his breath hitching as unfamiliar sensations rushed through him.
"Win… please stop," King gasped, voice trembling. "It hurts."
