Win chuckled softly at the gesture unkindly. He laid King gently in the center of the vast bed. After a few brief, practiced movements of foreplay, a quick, almost clinical attempt at romance, Win positioned himself. He spread King's legs wide.
Then, with a harder thrust, he slid inside.
A choked cry of pain tore from King's throat.
"Ohh, King," Win breathed out, the sound a ragged mixture of remorse and triumph.
Tears instantly flooded King's eyes. Before Win could begin moving, King cried out, barely a whisper. "Slowly, it's painful…"
"It will hurt at first," Win rasped, his breath hot against King's ear. "Just be patient. It will turn to pleasure soon."
Win pushed in the last remaining inches, settling fully inside King's tight body. He leaned down, sucking roughly at King's neck, and slowly began to move.
