PART - II

The ambience grew quieter as the minutes slipped away, the space within feeling warmer. The candles burned brightly, their blaze in a glazed concoction, providing luminosity to every corner of the chamber. The gentle breeze outdoors seemed to carry the nocturnal charm within her arms, cradling the moonlight close to her breast, letting it frolic amidst the ones that rested at that hour, lost in their lands of sweet fantasies within the shrine of somnolence. Not a soul dared to mar the spell of the night, as she reigned over her empire in silence and solitude, with no one to create any unwanted intervention.

They slided over his exposed back, the motion creating a strong sense of pleasure within him. With his head resting upon his folded hands and his back left bare, he sprawled on his bed, lying on his chest with his hands placed upon the soft pillow underneath. The lower part of his body was embraced with the scarlet robe that he had been wearing, which he had pulled down just till his waist, leaving the upper parts of his body unclothed. And that's the manner in which he laid and enjoyed the rapture of the feeling, the roughness contrasting against the smoothness of his own, the friction erupting a series of emotions within his chest, his mind lurking at corners wherein it shouldn't and lips curling up into a smile that hinted no pure thoughts in any condition.

The personal attendant was careful and highly concentrated towards his task, smearing His Majesty's skin with the oil of his desire, the fragrance filling his nostrils and making him quite dizzy. He had taken an instant liking to the scent, strong and seductive, and had already discovered how it was affecting him, his thoughts and several parts of his body. Yet, he carried on with his work, not daring to pause or end up making it too obvious for the other to get a notion of it.

Park Seonghwa, the pretty prince, hummed lowly, a response displaying immense satisfaction. He was so right about the other's hands being strong, each stroke against his body making him dangle at the edge of emitting a long moan, the pleasure too much to be handled. Seonghwa closed his eyes, sighing, and to say that he didn't want to venture further would be a lie.

He was just waiting for the perfect moment.

"It's done, Your Majesty," he heard the boy say, the hands lifting up from his back, "Just as you had asked for."

Seonghwa raised himself, lifting his chest off the surface and turned his head to face the lad, his eyes glinting with visible mischief. He eyed the boy carefully, the strong gaze of his capturing the other's, a lazy smirk now making it's way through the corners of his lips.

"Excellent," he whispered, making a slight change in his position, now lying on his left arm, slowly turning towards the other and the front portion of his body coming in vision. Seonghwa's eyes did not leave Hongjoong's, as he continued to look at him with the unfazed shine of mischief within his orbs, the smirk intact.

"Uhm," Hongjoong didn't know what to say, now that he was directly under the powerful gaze of the royal, "May I leave, Your Majesty?"

The words seemed to shift something within the other. Hongjoong tugged at his lower lip, gripped tightly under his teeth, as he watched the prince sit up on the bed, his upper body completely exposed, glistening under the beams of the candlelights all around, the lubricant splattered across his skin and making him shine even more. The red robe was now covering just his private areas, his legs bare and spread in front of him languidly. His body was lithe, frail and fragile, and now that he was almost bare, every dip and curve of his beautiful form was vivid. He was just a ravishing sight, and there could be no further argument about it.

Hongjoong tried not to loose his breath.

"This early?" he heard the prince purr, making him grow immensely nervous, "Wouldn't you wait a little more?"

Hongjoong could see the boy pout, his lower lip slightly sticking out, making him look so adorable. And even in a state where he found himself almost out of breath, his heart throbbing like mad and his mind stirring up the worst of thoughts, he couldn't help but settle down upon the bed at the monarch's guidance.

"You're so pretty," Seonghwa whispered, edging closer to the other, bringing his face closer, "And your hands are so tough. I love them."

Hongjoong could only nod in response, his mind on the brink of an explosion.
"You could do more," the prince trailed his slender finger upon the other's thigh, feeling him startle and sigh, "So much more to offer."

Hongjoong was just on the verge of closing his eyes, when he felt a strong grip upon his jaws, fingers clamping against his chin and jerking him to the left. For a moment, he was astonished, but soon, he found his eyes staring right into the prince's own. Hongjoong's heart definitely missed a beat.

"I would love your presence tonight, handsome," Seonghwa whispered, his lips inches away from Hongjoong's, the warm breath from his mouth ghosting upon the other's choppy breaths, "You could satisfy me in so many ways, hm."

Hongjoong squeezed his eyes shut, as he felt a pair of lips trail against his own. It wasn't a smooch, just a mere touch, heated breath burning against his flesh, making him shudder. The lips were reluctant to depart, and so was the grip. Moments seemed to pass, when he finally felt the grip loosen, the lips still dominating upon his own, softly trudging the path and soon, they departed as well.
Hongjoong opened his eyes.

And all he could see in front of him was the royal youth, his bare chest lustrous in the golden hue, the oil now mingled with sweat. His lips were parted, soft breath emitting from within, and his eyes were completely fixated upon him. Hongjoong didn't dare to look below, and hence, forced his gaze back to the prince.

"On my bed," the order was clear and needed no repetition. Hongjoong had already lost all senses of conscience and judgement and was thoroughly prepared to abide by the monarch's commands, word for word.

Seonghwa climbed upon him, sitting right above his crotch and throwing the robe off himself, as the one that laid beneath now let his vision stray all over the naked beauty of the prince. He was indeed a piece of art, carved by the gods above with intense care, precision and perfection right at their peak.

Hongjoong's eyes were in a daze, clouded with a whirlpool of tumultuous emotions, and therefore, he could hardly spend a little more time taking in the details of the other's bare self. He closed his eyes in surrender, offering himself at His Majesty's kindness.

He felt wetness upon his neck, slow slippery kisses trailing down his skin, the surface being tugged between teeth, smooched and sucked on. Hongjoong's fists tightened around the sheets, gripping them tightly into a bunch, as he elicited a low moan, the touch upon his skin almost incinerating him to ashes.

The buttons of his shirt were ripped apart, completely exposing his chest and soon, he felt the softness of the prince's lips on his abdomen, sucking at spots, a tongue soon to intervene. The muscle swirled freely around his hardened nipples, drawing erratic patterns of wetness all over his body, making him feel tingly, his body shivering in pulses of pleasure, the moans knowing no bounds.

Hongjoong then felt fingers fiddle around the hem of his pants and before he could realise, the cold air of the chamber was already kissing his naked self. His erection stood upright, making him quite embarrassed, but when he felt the fingers from earlier curling around his length, all the reticence within his behavior was quickly gulped down and it was immediately replaced by a loud whine.

"Good boy," the monarch rasped, the pressure around his member increasing, thumb grazing against the tip as he pumped it in a rhythm, "So good for me."

Hongjoong hummed in response, his grip around the sheets growing terribly tight. Soft fingers, slightly cold, were stroking his throbbing cock, the feeling succeeding in dragging him to the seventh heaven. He bucked his hips forward, trying to gain more friction when suddenly, he felt the unwanted absence of the fingers lurk over his cock.
Hongjoong groaned.

"You'll feel good," he heard him say, his breath right beside his ear, tickling him, "Only when I want you to feel good." His voice was laced with seriousness, and Hongjoong dared not to question. A bite upon his earlobe made him yelp and then, resume back to soft moans as he felt hands roaming around his body without any spec of restrictions.

For a few moments that followed, Hongjoong felt another pause, devoid of any contact. He was about to open his eyes to see if he was deserted or not, when he felt those fingers back upon his cock, now quite slippery, as if coating him up with some sort of lubricant.

"Good boy," he heard the praise once again, "So prepared for me." He wouldn't deny it. Even though he didn't know what would come next, he was definitely prepared for the monarch of his desire.

Anytime. Anywhere.

"Are you ready, baby?" Seonghwa purred, hands still working upon the other's cock, lathering him up. Seeing the owner nod vigorously in affirmation, he licked his lips and smirked. The room was currently loosing luminosity, the candles burning out, but the occupants didn't seem to care.

After all, darkness was renowned to carry the deepest of sins.

Hongjoong felt the prince sit upon his crotch once again, the softness of his ass hitting his throbbing member, the contact itself making him moan. There seemed to be another break, as Seonghwa had currently lifted himself up from him, but before Hongjoong could comprehend anything further, he already felt the tip of his cock intruding the tight entrance of the prince, the walls offering him a warm welcome, warm enough to make both whine loudly.

Seonghwa did not stop, as he buried his member completely inside himself, the full length now throbbing within him, making him go insane. He placed his hands upon Hongjoong's chest and moved his hips to settle down further, noting his position and seating. Once it hit his satisfaction, he started moving.

A wet squelch sounded as Seonghwa rolled his hips, making the one beneath go berserk. With a tight grasp against his chest and his cock hitting the thick flesh that embraced it, Hongjoong was on the verge of not feeling himself anymore. He found a rhythm, as he thrusted upwards to match with the prince's movements, and soon the flow clashed wonderfully and both were ecstatic.

"Ngh- just like that darling-" the royal whined, bouncing upon his member in a rapid pace, "Perfect ugh-"

Hongjoong groaned in response, desperately bucking into him, occasionally opening his eyes to capture the view above. In the wan illumination that graced the room, he could see His Majesty's face thrown backwards in pleasure, one hand pressed upon his chest for support and the other playing with his own nipples, a sight so delicate and sweet. Hongjoong was turning restless, the repeated squelches and skin slapping against skin mingled with the honeyed moans of the prince making his thoughts go in a complete disarray. He just wanted more and more and more.

Seonghwa bounced upon him like there was no tomorrow. He was lost, drowned in a confusion of pleasure and pain, an overstimulation too hard to be deciphered. The tip of Hongjoong's member hit the core of his spot and made him scream, wanting to feel that again and again. He went faster, the member ramming into him, massaging his walls with faithfulness, making him see stars above.

"I- ngh- I am close-" Seonghwa moaned out, soon squirted out strings of whitish fluid all over Hongjoong's chest, thick and creamy, making a mess. He felt himself getting filled up simultaneously, groaning at the warmth of the other's release within him and before anything further could transpire, he instantly collapsed right above Hongjoong, the fluid sticking between them.

Hongjoong's mind was in a complete daze, not sure of what exactly to cogitate upon. All that flashed in front of his eyes currently was the raised buds upon Seonghwa's chest when he was massaging him with oil, flushed pink and so tempting. Hongjoong wondered if he could bear the luck of wrapping his lips and slurp upon them like a baby. He was desperate to make it come true after all.

"So good baby," he heard Seonghwa whisper, hands crawling to his sides, "It was- ngh- so good mnhm."

Hongjoong didn't know how to reply, and he didn't want to. As he had realised, another question was already ready for him.

"A round two, my darling?"

Hongjoong could only whine in obedience.

"At your command, Your Majesty."

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Uh...Thoughts please~?

(Milf Hwa be wreaking Joong to the depths of insanity and he ain't complaining:))