The following morning, when the windows opened due to the summer breeze and woke up a sleepy SeokJin, he found himself alone in his house, as silent as a mausoleum of cold and unforgiving marble.

He wished, though, to have a bit of marble as the count had at least in the kitchen counter as he had seen many a times.

But when he started thinking about that, it was not the marble what he thought of or their kitchen counter. But the gilded extravaganza that was the chateau of Count Jeon.

His smile when he glanced at him, his frown when he did so at his husband, his too cute bunny teeth... and his too hot sculpted body.

"Oh, God!" he exclaimed upon seeing how, as he had been distracted in a fashion improper of a married man, the water in the kettle boiled and had spilled, fuming.

A mess he would surely have to clean up himself, seeing as he had no maids nor butlers, as the count had.

"If only..." he sighed with his face contorted into a dreamy smile, before returning to his dull reality and wiping away the mess he had made.

The doorbell ringing caused him some surprise as he was settling himself on a table to have breakfast. A simple tea, pear compote and a pastry... nothing too special

The brunet went over to the entrance door and, at that time, he just wished he could have some windows, even of frosted glass, on that door or either side thereof.

"Yes?" Jin questioned, a bit uncertain, while he closed the two top opened buttons of the pink shirt of his night clothes, concealing it underneath his dressing gown "Who is it?"

He was married and was not about to let anyone see him in his too intimate night clothes, as such state of undress was only for his husband to see.

It would, of course, make a lot more sense if he had actually been intimate with him rather than just wondering how that might feel. In private.

"It's me, dearest one" and that familiar voice from the other side of the door, that deep, manly and familiar voice was enough for Jin to feel both his cheeks to turn rosy and a sort of tremble run throughout his whole body "So, am I allowed to come in, my sweet prince?"

"O-oh, yes..."

«Since when has he thought it was apropriate to call me so?» a flustered brunet thought as he scrambled to cover himself with a trenchcoat hung on the coat rack before opening the door to see him.

That dashing count who had, since the previous evening, been stealing his sighs as well as the cause for his thumping heartbeat in spite of that ring beaming on his left hand.

He seemed as if he had just escaped from a golf match, in a thight polo shirt, hugging to perfection his biceps and abs; his slacks outlining his thighs as developed as a Renaissance statue's was, and that sweater over his powerful shoulders.

He was no snack. Oh, no. He was a four course meal with starter, dessert, apéritifs and digestifs! Good Lord.

"Welcome, Your Lordship" he greeted him with a polite bow before allowing his ilustrious presence in his humble house "D-does Your Lordship fancy some breakfast?"

Jungkook smiled as he saw that beautiful brunet with his cheeks dusted over with light blush. He sat down, in a regal fashion, among that thousand cushions in the comfortable armchair Taehyung adored to seat on every night.

"I fancy you" the count said, and smirked afterwards once he saw the face of the brunet face darkening with a almost purple blush.

Jungkook adored Jin, it was as if he were bewitched by that bashfulness and shyness not ever before seen in a married man or woman.

He loved to tease him, but he would very much love for the brunet to share his bed.

"P-pardon m-me, sir?" Jin was unable but to stutter and stay standing still in his place.

"I fancy you making me some delicious breakfast, I said" the raven haired count clarified, that same smirk on his face as he stretched his arms towards each one of the settee's arms "Your beautiful hands surely will prepare the best meals"

Jin avoided answering, as he was sure he would embarrass himself before the handsome count, and rushed to prepare a more elaborate breakfast in the kitchen. But, before going over to prepare the dough for the pastries, he washed once and a thousand times his face with gelid water.

He could not think so about a man sitting in his living room, he could not think so about a man who was married... and not to him, precisely.

He was married to a man who was wonderful as one could ask for, and therefore, he was supposed to be happy. No, not 'supposed to'. He was happy... there was no other man — in spite of how handsome might he be — who could spoil their marital happiness.

"End of story" Jin muttered to himself, as he placed the rack of buns in the oven.

"What story is that?" that voice made him forget about his earlier reasoning wholly, turning around to face Jeon.

"U-um... I-I..." the brunet, if it was possible, blushed more in that moment than he had in his entire life. A count — that rich and devilishly handsome bastard of a count — had just seen him talking to himself in the middle of the kitchen, an amused smile on his lips.

"You are adorable" the count approached him with a wide smile and pinched both of his flushed cheeks "You know it, right?" he asked the older one with a cocked brow.

How was Jin supposed to respond to that. Or was that a rhetorical question, perhaps? He was too confused and too intoxicated by that European perfume that the count wore.

"Y-Your... Lordship...?" Jin was not sure what else to say, and was afraid something not too appropriate would slip out of him should he open his lips any further.

"When is breakfast going to be served, beautiful?" Jeon was a young man with the intelligence of a fox in most of cases, though when driven by passion, an uncontrollable an almost animalistic desire, was as good as a piece of wood; he could not pretend "I am quite famished, you see"

SeokJin nodded and, with a hum, responded his question, before rushing to continue his duties in the kitchen.

It was not long before the two of them — married, though one would think to each other instead — sat down to have a more elaborate breakfast.

There was a wide variety of sweet pastries, accompanied by fresh fruits and compote. There was, also, plates of ham and cheese, as per the count's insistance, though Jin had not ever thought of eating that at breakfast. There was jam and butter for toasts and scones, honey-coated strawberries or raspberries, and much more that the brunet had strived to prepare for his delight.

"You outdid yourself, Jinnie" the younger compliemented him, using a nickname which caused him to almost spit his tea all over the table.

No honorifics.

So familiar.

So intimate.

So inappropriate.

So exciting.

"Are you alright?" Jungkook stood up from his chair, to go over to the broad shouldered brunet and pat his back "You should be more careful when drinking" he whispered.

Jin merely nodded, for he was unable to formulate any word whatsoever in response.

Was that the third or fourth time that that happened to him in the count's presence?

"Allow me" he leant over his shoulder from behind and his face was almost less than half an inch apart from the older's "You have a crumb right here, dear Jinnie" he whisprered.

His breathy voice ghosting on his sensitive porcelain skin caused a tremble to go up his spine and a warmth to spread all throughout his body while he felt his lips tingling.

Just as if Count Jungkook was caressing them with only his fruit scented breath.

"Oh... m-my apologies--" while the brunet, nervous as one could be before such a man, tried to wipe the crumb away feeling it embarrassing when in the presence of a man from the noblest of lineages, the said man removed Jin's hand.

Jungkook, still leaning over one of the older one's broad shoulders, removed the small crumb with that delicacy of a professional — planting a kiss as light as a feather and sinful as it was blissful, right on the corner of the brunet's plump scarlet lips.

"There" the younger smiled to himself as he admired how the other's face erupted in the blush of blushes, with his face resembling an apple from the orchards near the monastery.

SeokJin felt overwhelmed, so that, had he not been sitting down, he would have fainted. And still, he was sure that the count's strong arms would be there to hold him.

«Good Lord, please, forgive me for this dreadful sin... for I can not find this worthy for asking for forgiveness» Jin thought as he did something he never had expected he would do to his husband. Even before he was so.

Jin turned around and, with his hand on the nape of the count's neck, pulled him for a kiss spilling over with all that heated passion he seemed to have been holding within.

Jungkook was surprised once he felt those velvety lips upon his own, crashing with might; and then, he responded with eagerness, earnest and twice as much passion.

What the hell did he care about the china, the pastries, the candied fruits? Jungkook swatted those away from the table with his arm and, with strong arms on his waspish waist, lifted the brunet to lay him over the table in disarray to ravage his beautiful mouth with the flavours of pear and strawberry jam.

Jin was moaning into the kiss, such improper sounds... and, at the same time, the sounds which made his body both overheated and oversensitive to the younger's touches and expert carresses as he opened his shirt, his big hands hot on his velvety porcelain skin.

"A-ah... Your L-Lordship~" the brunet moaned, his face in an expression of pure sinful bliss as said man started kissing downwards towards the hem of Jin's elastic trousers.

"Baby boy, no one will ever make you feel as good as me" the count whispered hotly on his ear as he tore the brunet's trousers from his milky thigs.

Before Jin knew it, Jungkook had engulfed his member in his mouth with expertice and the older one's moans turned into screams and sobs of both pleasure and oversensitivity as he fisted his raven hair in between his legs; the head up and down on the lap of that beauty squirming of pleasure.

"AH~!!!" Jin screamed, though not because he had reached the climax he only had with his hand until that moment, but because Jungkook had no scruples against shoving both his index and middle finger inside his rosy entrance — as tender as a virgin's would be expected to be.

"Your moans are music for my ears, darling baby" Jeon groaned in the older's ear, not caring that he couldn't hear him while consumed by that pleasure never before experienced "So sing for me!"

He commanded and pushed his two fingers inside Jin, so that his sweet spot had been reached by those long ivory fingers. Jin screamed once he felt himself bathed in his own escense on reaching orgasm.

An orgasm he had never though he would experience, despite being married — yet that continued to be the lest of his concerns.

His creamy thighs trembled and his breathing was heavy as Jungkook leaned over him to him, once more.

"I'll be expecting you for the afternoon's gyukbang* match in the chateau" he whispered to the exhausted nymph "Be punctual, my beautiful doll"

He left with an obscene kiss on his lips and winked at him before closing the door, once he left the house.

The brunet remained upon the table, seeming as if he had been raped whereas he had experienced a most delightful orgasm: his plump lips parted with his breath coming out in puffs, his face dusted over in a scarlet blush, those creamy thighs opened with the pink flannel trousers around his ankles, his erection deflating, his exposed and too blushed chest and abdomen stained in his own seed.

"It was so good, yet it was so bad" he whispered to himself "Forgive me, Lord; forgive me please, Tae..." he sighed.

Though, strangely, he did not regret it much.

Hello, friends!

There is nothing to say, but "I'm sorry" for my absence, though it seems that this story does not appeal too much to others.

Anyways, I did not plan this, but I wanted to apologise for my absence with a good ol' lemon...

Though, as I said before, I did not plan this and I'm no expert in writing this sort of "scenes". I hope it came out well, because there will be much of it later on.

*Gyukbang: according to what I managed to see in "Princess Hours", and its sequel, it is sort of like a traditional Korean version of golf and polo.

Without further ado, I must bid you adieu 😉.

Kisses!