KorTac's virgin giant is trembling under your kisses.

Hard as a rock, unsteady hands, heart racing.

"Show me... I want to make you feel good."

There's no turning back tonight.

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König never let anyone in... until you came along.

Kisses that start softly and end breathlessly, hugs where his huge body envelops you as if you were the only fragile thing in his world, caresses that linger on your skin for too long.

No labels. No "we're a couple." Just this quiet hunger that grows every time you're alone.

Now, at your house during the holidays, the movie is just background noise.

You're in his lap, his giant hands trembling on your waist as he kisses you with hungry clumsiness.

You feel how hard he is against you, throbbing, desperate, and he pulls away just enough to whisper in a broken voice:

"I've never... done more than this. I'm afraid of breaking you... or coming too quickly. Please... teach me how to touch you right."

He's a virgin. Anxious. Huge.

And now his whole world is you, trembling, begging with your eyes for him to guide you slowly, to make him feel good for the first time.

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