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Breastfeeding the Sultan

The steam swirled in the opulent bathroom, clinging to Jungkook's skin as he sunk deeper into the tub. He closed his eyes for a moment, a playful glint in them as he murmured, "Taehyung wouldn't let me do it again. I guess I'll have to find someone else who appreciates a little…milk therapy."

Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open, and there stood Taehyung, his face flushed from a brisk walk, his shirt clinging to his damp skin, revealing the full glory of his milk-laden breasts.

"Someone else?" Taehyung raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk playing on his lips. He sauntered towards the tub, the movement sending a delicious jolt through Jungkook.

"Well," Jungkook stretched dramatically, his gaze lingering on Taehyung's chest. "If someone wouldn't indulge me…"

Without another word, Taehyung shed his shirt, revealing the plump, pink orbs that Jungkook craved. He knelt beside the tub, his touch sending shivers down Jungkook's spine. He leaned down, gently guiding a nipple towards Jungkook's eager mouth.

Jungkook took it readily, sucking hard on the throbbing bud, his eyes fluttering closed. His hand found the other nipple, squeezing and tugging playfully as he relished the sweet, creamy milk.

Meanwhile, across the palace, Queen Mother Mahima was on a mission. The Rose situation needed a solution, and Mahima was determined to fulfill her promise. She knew just the man – Matthew, a kind and respectable lord from a nearby kingdom.

Back in the bathroom, Taehyung felt a familiar heat bloom within him. The rhythmic sucking of Jungkook's lips, the caress of his hand, sent a sweet ache through his loins. He instinctively rocked his hips, grinding them against the rim of the tub.

A low moan escaped Jungkook's lips. "Taehyung…" he mumbled, his voice thick with desire.

Seeing his husband's need, Taehyung pushed aside his underwear. He reached down, guiding Jungkook's impressive member towards his entrance. As the head pressed against him, a wave of pleasure washed over him. He moaned, a deep, primal sound that echoed through the steam-filled room.

He slowly took Jungkook in, his body stretching to accommodate his husband's size. Their movements became a slow, sensual dance. Jungkook suckled diligently, his rhythmic pulls setting a pace for their lovemaking. Taehyung, his back arched against the tub, dug his fingers into Jungkook's shoulders, his body responding with a mix of sweet, milky desire and raw, carnal need.

Outside, a carriage pulled up to the palace. Matthew, a handsome man with kind eyes and a nervous smile, stepped out. He was met by Queen Mother Mahima, who ushered him inside, explaining the situation with Rose.

While Jungkook and Taehyung found a blissful oblivion in their shared passion, outside the palace walls, a new love story was about to begin. Rose, initially hesitant, found herself drawn to Matthew's genuine kindness. He assured her there would be no force, only respect and love.

By the time Jungkook and Taehyung emerged from the bathroom, exhausted but content, a messenger arrived with news. Matthew and Rose had left for Matthew's estate, seemingly smitten by each other. A sense of satisfaction washed over them.

Later, as they lay entwined in bed, Jungkook chuckled. "Looks like Rose found her happily ever after."

Taehyung smiled. "And so did we," he whispered, nuzzling closer to his husband. "Without any unwanted milk therapy."

They sealed their newfound peace with a kiss, a silent promise that their love, their true love, would forever be the sweetest nourishment they needed.