The camera clattered to the floor when he wrenched her upright by her hair, dragging her toward their bedroom. Tae stumbled—thighs sticky, knees weak—as Junho stripped in three frantic motions, his cock bobbing angrily against his stomach. She barely registered hitting the mattress before he hauled her atop him, her dripping pussy smearing Jungkook's leftover cum across his thighs.

"Start talking," Junho ordered, thumbs digging into her hip bones. His eyes were fever-bright in the dim light. "Every. Fucking. Detail." When Tae's lips trembled, he pinched both nipples sharply—twisting until she arched with a gasp. "How'd he taste?"