Min-jun pulled the King into the bedroom, hand gripping his collar. The curtains had been drawn, leaving the room dimly lit. Secretive. As if Min-jun could bury this part of himself in this bedroom, indulge as much as he wanted and forget all about it once morning came. The feeling of the King inside him nothing but a vaguely pleasant memory.
“How much time do you have to spare,” Min-jun whispered in his ear, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.
The King’s hands were on his hips, under the fabric of his shirt, hot against Min-jun’s cool skin. “Half an hour for them to find out where I am. Another ten minutes for them to actually arrive.”
“That’ll do.” Min-jun pressed a kiss to the King’s lips, biting his bottom lip teasingly. “Let’s make the most of it.”
The King, who had appeared startled before Min-jun uttered those words, smiled faintly. Watching him with lust that could not be quenched by anyone but the target of it, Min-jun’s tongue darted out to wet his lips. Damn. Was he losing already?
Arms wrapped around him, and Min-jun suddenly felt himself getting lifted up off the floor, his back pressed flat against the wall. It felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him, a yelp escaping him. His fingernails dug into the King’s back, his face buried in the King’s shoulder. The King gave a low chuckle. A true villain, and Min-jun was finally in his clutches. Min-jun let out a moan as he felt the King’s hand slide down to settle on his ass.
The King clicked his tongue at Min-jun. “We’re not getting ahead of ourselves already, are we, my love?”
“Please,” Min-jun murmured. Dammit! That actually sounded like a plead. “You’re the one whose getting ahead of himself.”
The King’s hand slid down to fondle Min-jun’s thigh, stroking it gently. Yes. We’re both getting ahead of ourselves.
All at once, their lips met in a heedy kiss, and Min-jun thought he tasted the faintest bit of alcohol on the King’s tongue.
“Tell me, what is it that you want?” the King whispered as they parted, lips sticky and swollen.
“I want you.” Min-jun’s voice was almost a whimper now, a true plea. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Your Majesty.”
The King trailed kisses up Min-jun’s neck to his jawline. Impatient, Min-jun tugged on the Kimg’s hair and their lips met in another kiss. There was no space between them as the King carried Min-jun over to the bed. The kiss left Min-jun gasping for air, as the King busied himself with taking off his clothes. First, his kingly garments, then his undershirt, which revealed that immaculately toned torso that had started this whole mess in the first place. Goodness, he was so beautiful.
“Cheol.” Min-jun reached up to touch the King’s chest, all tense muscle beneath his fingers. He let his fingertips glide over his skin, catching on a nipple, something satisfying it the way it made the King’s breath hitch.
“Min-jun,” the King whispered, his lips making their way back to Min-jun’s neck, but now his kisses were all teeth and tongue. He’d been holding back before.
Min-jun rolled his hips against the King’s, their bodies finding a rhythm to drive the both of them to madness. He carded his fingers through the King’s hair, until they closed around the pin that held his topknot in place, feeling the edges of the ornate pin. With a swift movement, he pulled the pin out and dragged it down to rest at the King’s neck. He pressed against it, enough to leave a mark, but not enough to draw blood.
The King did not miss a beat, taking the hand at his neck, and pulling it close to his lips. He left feverish kisses along Min-jun’s hand and wrist, their eyes locked. The King loomed over him, violet eyes glinting with amusement.
Fuck.
The pin fell from Min-jun’s hand, landing somewhere between them with a soft thud, and Min-jun took hold of the King’s face. Heart pounding, he pulled him down for another messy kiss.
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Adrenaline rushing through him, Min-jun quickly maneuvered his way out of the King’s arms. The King was stronger than him, however, and before Min-jun could crawl to safety, he was pushed back down onto the bed with a firm hand on his back. His mouth felt dry, as something hard slid against his backside.
“Oh,” he moaned, as the King left a trail of kisses up his spine, one hand gripping Min-jun’s hip, nails digging in.
“Say it again,” the King whispered in his ear.
Min-jun shook his head, speechless as the King continued to touch him in the ways he’d only ever imagined.
Slowly, his pants rolled down to his knees. The King dipped down again, intent on peppering kisses wherever he could reach.
“Say it,” the King said, his voice sending chills up Min-jun’s spine. It was all too much. Min-jun buried his face in his arms, trying in vain to clamp down on the noises that threatened to escape his throat with each touch of the King’s mouth.
“You-your Majesty,” Min-jun stumbled over the words, his mind scattered, as the King dragged his hand down his chest, his stomach, down, down, until it wrapped around his cock. The contact sent a jolt of pleasure through him, and he arched into the King, who obliged him without question, teeth scraping against his neck as the hand slid up and down expertly. But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t what he needed.
“Ch-Cheol,” he moaned, pleaded. “Please. I want to feel you inside of me.”
“You say such filthy words so easily,” the King chided. “But you will not say those words again.”
“I can’t –” Another strangled moan, and he was so, so close. The King continued, merciless. He was good. Too good. “I – I love you! I love you.”
“Again.”
“I love you, Cheol-ah.” Min-jun twisted around to see his expression. He wanted to see him so badly. Wanted to see the curve of his mouth, the amethyst in his eyes, the blush of his cheeks, the wisps of curls around his face. Gods, he wanted it all.
It was not what he’d expected. Amusement, perhaps. Something teasing, something to grate on his nerves and yet fill him up with such desire that the King would not be able to quench his thirst for days. It was none of those things. Awe, perhaps? Wide eyes and lips parted. The expression of a man obsessed. Of a man who had just set his eyes upon the god he worshiped.
I want him. Min-jun wanted him so badly. Every last bit. He’d take everything he could before that Queen could even lay another kiss on what belonged to Min-jun. He’s mine.
“I love you,” Min-jun said, rolling onto his back, arms wrapping around the King again. “I love all of you. I love the way you hold me when I feel like I might fall apart, I love the way you make light of everything. I love how you touch me.”
The King seemed at a loss of words as Min-jun continued with his verbal assault, loving as it was.
“I love that you listen to my ideas. I love how much you love your people. I love the way you cut through your enemies. I love how you . . . how you kiss me.” Most of all, I love how hopelessly in love you are with me. Min-jun swallowed thickly, shifting on the mattress, feeling more naked now than he had when the King had stripped off all his clothes. “There. Are you satisfied?”
Min-jun, thinking the King would lose interest now that he’d gotten what he wanted out of Min-jun, tried to roll out from underneath him. Instead, a hand on his hip steadied him, pulling him back. Oh.
“Now, now, my love.” Teasing again. “How can I let you go when you’ve said such pretty words?”
Min-jun froze, eyes fixed on the cabinet right across from them. Then, slowly, he turned his head to look at the King, arms covering his bare chest. It seemed as though the rumors had finally come true.
“Wh-what?”
The King caressed Min-jun’s cheek. “I think we’ve both waited long enough, don’t you?”
“I –”
Min-jun let the King guide him fully onto the bed, his back flat against the mattress. The King spread Min-jun’s knees apart, planting a quick, chaste kiss to the inside of his thigh. Is this another trick? The King had tricked him so many times now. Any moment now he’d pull away, a knowing smirk on his face, bccause he knew exactly how much Min-jun wanted him.
But he wasn’t pulling away. His hand was stroking him again. Min-jun could hardly make any sense of anything anymore. All his thoughts were consumed by the King and his touch. Except for one lingering thought.
This is going to hurt in the morning.
“Oil,” Min-jun blurted out.
“Hmm?” the King said, looking confused.
“There’s oil in the cabinet,” Min-jun said, pointing vaguely off to the side. Thankfully the King seemed to understand, as he leaned over Min-jun to open the cabinet door behind them.
“How long have you had this here?” the King asked, pulling out a small bottle of oil from the cabinet.
“Well, I –” Min-jun swallowed, as the King gazed down at him with amusement, dangling the little bottle above him. Min-jun watched the oil swirl around and felt heat rush into his cheeks. “I wanted to be prepared.”
“Hmmm?” The King hummed, leaning in closer, smiling like a lunatic. A handsome lunatic. “I suppose I should be grateful that I have a Consort who employs such foresight.”
Min-jun hooked a knee over his torso. “Just get on with it already.”
The King laughed and it sent the butterflies in Min-jun’s stomach aflutter once again.
“As my Consort demands it.” The King laid one last kiss on Min-jun’s lips, lingering there so that Min-jun could feel the press of his smile. Feeling generous, Min-jun let his fingers brush over the King’s mouth, and the King let his lips part for him. Min-jun could not look at him anymore. His heart might burst if he kept looking at him.
The King sat up, opening the bottle with ease and pouring the oil into his hand. Anticipation pooled in Min-jun’s stomach. An excitement he’d never felt before, although he’d done this with countless other men. Why is it always you who completely throws me off balance?
“Your Majesty!” the voice of the King’s head eunuch could be heard through the doors, tearful. “Your Majesty! You must not do this! The officials are waiting for the afternoon assembly!”
Something red and angry filled Min-jun’s heart, replacing some of the intoxicating lust he’d been brimming with. Min-jun couldn’t remember the last time he’d been filled with such violence. His fingers, which had been wantonly resting on the King’s bicep, dragged down, leaving a trail of ugly red marks all the way down to his forearm.
“My love, your fingernails are digging into my arm,” the King finally said, covering Min-jun’s hand with his own, patting it gently.
When Min-jun spoke next, his voice came out unnaturally calm. “Your Majesty. I do believe I’m about to commit a grievous crime.”
The King raised an eyebrow, brushing some of Min-jun’s hair out of his face. “And what would that be, my love?”
“I’m about to kill a meddling court eunuch.”
The King grinned as if he wouldn’t have minded lending a helping hand. His hand wrapped around a coil of Min-jun’s hair. He let it slide through his fingers, letting it splay out over Min-jun’s pale chest. “Well, we can’t have that.”
“Don’t go,” Min-jun said, expertly turning his fiery glare into a pouting, pleading gaze, crawling into the King’s lap and kissing him sweetly. He reciprocated, deepening the kiss, a hand caressing the back of Min-jun’s head.
“I must,” the King finally whispered. “There will be a report on the crisis up North. I cannot miss it.”
Min-jun’s pout deepened, but he relented, falling back on the mattress, giving the King a full view of what he’d be missing.
“Well then, I wish you a fruitful meeting,” Min-jun said, spreading his arms out above him and stretching, arching his back.
The King would not simply leave him like that, however. He crawled on top of him, half-naked himself, and pulled him in for another long, open-mouthed kiss. “We will continue this tonight.” The King brought Min-jun’s hand up to his lips, and Min-jun gave him an unimpressed, doubtful look. “I have nothing planned then, so we can take our time.”
He’s trying to preserve the peace.
Min-jun was petty, though, so when the King dipped down for another kiss, Min-jun whipped his head away with an indignant “hmph.” Convince me. The King showed no anger at his gall. No annoyance, as he settled behind him, an arm around Min-jun’s waist. His thumb gently brushed over Min-jun’s bottom lip and entered his mouth, his thumb gliding over Min-jun’s teeth and then his tongue. The King’s lips move against his ear and the words he spoke left Min-jun weak at the knees, a puddle at the King’s feet. Wanton and shameless, as the King’s thumb remained pressed against his open mouth.
“Wait for me?” the King whispered, and Min-jun nodded, wordlessly. The King slid his hand up and down Min-jun’s chest. “I will make love to you properly tonight.”
Ironically, the night before the King’s marriage would be their first night together.
A/N: Merry Christmas? I still suck at smut lmao. I’m a day late because I was still recovering from my illness, but here is a horny MJ and Cheol in all their glory. Let’s hope MJ will still be able to walk to the King’s wedding ceremony tomorrow. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. If you did, please leave a comment down below!
AAAAHHHHH MIN-JUN CONFESSING IS ONE OF THE CUTEST THING EVER
It’s interesting that even though Cheol confessed first, Min-jun seems more vulnerable emotionally. And even though Min-jun has so much more experience, Cheol seems to be seducing more than being seduced. I’m afraid for the wedding night because I think Cheol would have no real difficulty making Lady Ok-jeong feel as special as Min-jun if he thinks it’s useful. I want her to know she’s not special 😝. I’m petty that way when it comes to my book boys ☺️.
OH MY GOSH AUTHOR YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME AND KEEP ME WAITING 😭😭