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The room was scented with jasmine, and Namjoon found himself immediately relaxing.
He loved it. The way the room smelled of his favorite scent, the way the candles gave the room this subtle glow. And of course, he loved the way the pretty boy in the middle of the room knelt down, only covered by a midnight blue silken robe.
The king hummed in satisfaction, and only when the guards that trailed after him had shut the door leaving him alone with the handsome beauty, did the boy stand up and bow to his king.
“Pleased to see you again, your majesty.”
It’s the way he says it, the way he plays with his intonations, makes Namjoon feel a low burn from his insides. Without even trying, the boy was downright seductive.
“Trust me.” Namjoon reached for the glass of wine prepared on a nearby table. Sipping it as his eyes darkens with lust. “I couldn’t be more pleased, Jungkook.”
Jungkook giggled, his eyes burning a little too dangerously, and yet Namjoon loved it nonetheless. “Tell me, my king. You seemed to have been more stressed lately.”
Namjoon inched towards the boy closer, marvelling at how the boy didn’t cower at him. Instead, he even stood taller. “What makes you say that?”
“Well for starters,” Jungkook smirked. Inside this room, he can talk to the king whichever way he wants. “You frequently come to see me when you need to release some stress. Tell me, your majesty, do you need me to relieve you of anything?”
Namjoon was rendered speechless at that. An excellent observation, he always knew Jungkook was smart.
“Perhaps.” Namjoon muttered, still not backing down. “Would you allow me to use you to relieve my stresses and anxieties?”
Surprisingly, Jungkook hollered. His eyes crinkled as he expelled a loud laugh that had Namjoon’s eyes widening. It wasn’t until Jungkook seized with his laughter did Namjoon see the mischievous glint in his eyes that matched his equally lethal smile.
The pretty boy inched closer to his king, until he finally closed the distance between them. He reached up to tug at the hairs on the king’s nape, before pulling it down to level his face.
“Let’s make something clear here, King Namjoon,” Jungkook almost spat as Namjoon fought a whimper. “You won’t be using me for anything. Instead, I will be the one to use you and your pathetic hole that’s only ever good to take up my cock.”
There it is.
This is exactly why Jungkook was Namjoon’s favorite, especially when he needed to relieve a lot of stress. For it is Jungkook who can reduce him to nothing but a whining mess. It is Jungkook who can take over the reins for him, something that Namjoon desperately needed as the most powerful king in their country.
“Here’s what’s going to happen, Namjoon.” Jungkook finally dropped the pathetic title that meant nothing once the king was bent over his cock. “You’re going to strip, and you’re going to lay on the bed on all fours with your ass up, as you present your hole to me. Do you understand?”
Namjoon gulped, loving the way the boy gave him no respect. He needed this. “Yes, Jungkook.”
“Ah, ah, ah,” And for Jungkook, the sight of a pliant king that hungered for his cock was driving him to realms that no other man has ever taken him. “How do you address me?”
A moment of silence. Jungkook tugged on his hair harshly again.
“My Lord.”
Perfect.
Without another word, Jungkook let him go. Watching as the king removed the first layer of his robes, slowly stripping them off one by one. The concubine eyed the wine glass that the king had first taken a sip off, grabbing it for himself. He took his own sips as he watched the show in front of him. As slowly but surely, Namjoon completed his task.
Ass up on all fours, Namjoon has never felt this vulnerable. And yet he loves this, because he knows he could trust Jungkook. The young boy has sworn his loyalty to him. And even when Namjoon had given him the choice to be free, the boy had stayed. Loyal and faithful to his king.
Besides, how many ‘whores’ could say that they had the most powerful man in the world reduced to nothing as his own cocksleeve?
Jungkook soon dropped the glass, inching closer towards the handsome man on his bed. He watched his puckered hole, still dry but already clenching like it needed something inside it. Jungkook was more than willing to remedy that.
Right beside the bed, there was a bottle of scentless oil. Jungkook grabbed the bottle and slowly dripped it all over Namjoon’s full ass. Focusing on his rim, and slowly using his fingers to spread it all over his cheeks until the base of his cock.
And god, not knowing what’s gonna happen next added to the thrill. Namjoon couldn’t help but shiver as Jungkook teased his fingers above his hole.
“Such a pretty, pretty hole for me.” Jungkook complimented honestly. The rim was pink and puckered, and Jungkook knew from experience how delicious it was. “Should I taste it, Namjoon?”
Namjoon could only groan, feeling more and more desperate. “Please.”
A slap to his ass. “Please what?”
“Please, my Lord.”
And when his whore begged so nicely, how can Jungkook say no?
Soon, Namjoon felt a wet muscle lick above his rim and his knees almost buckled from that shock of pleasure. But Jungkook was only getting started. He licked over those puckered lips over and over again, and it wasn’t long until soft lips enclosed his rim, and the boy began sucking on it. Harshly.
“God.” Namjoon cursed. “Oh f-fuck.”
Jungkook groaned against his hole, and the added vibration has Namjoon writhing. The pretty boy watched in satisfaction as the king’s entire body flushed, a deep red coating his front and back. And they were only just starting.
Jungkook’s tongue soon went past the rim, and Namjoon felt every sensation as Jungkook licked on his inside. He couldn’t help but whimper as Jungkook paired it with harsh sucking motions against his hole. All Namjoon could feel was Jungkook. Jungkook. Jungkook.
“You taste so fucking good, Namjoon.” Jungkook pulled away to lick excessively at the rim. He slapped the king’s right cheek first, and then the other. Doing it three more times. “To whom does this hole belong to?”
But Namjoon was already feeling a little too delirious, from both Jungkook’s tongue and hands that spanked his plump ass. “Unghh...”
Jungkook couldn’t help but smirk, but he wasn’t feeling too lenient today. He slapped both cheeks again, jolting Namjoon from his haze. “Tell me!”
“You, my Lord.” Namjoon whimpered, like a mindless whore. “It’s yours, I’m yours.”
Nothing could ever compare to the rush of possessiveness Jungkook got every time the king told him that he was his, and his alone.
“That’s right, this hole belongs to me.” Jungkook rewarded him with two more spanks and a few more licks before he spun the king around, making him lie down on his back. “You’re mine.”
And Namjoon could only nod in agreement, all his thoughts were nothing but Jungkook.
Once on his back, Jungkook could see how Namjoon’s cock stood proudly. Already so red and hard, leaking from Jungkook’s tongue and hands alone. Jungkook couldn’t help but coo mockingly. “What a fucking big and useless cock.”
As if it heard the insult, Namjoon’s big and useless cock twitched at the utter humiliation from Jungkook’s words.
“What is it ever good for, Namjoon?” Jungkook’s hand enclosed around the cock, giving a harsh tug that jolted the king. “Fucking the queen? Fucking the other concubines? Not that any other one of them knows how you are nothing but a whore for me, right? My own personal slut?”
“Yes, yes, My Lord.” Jungkook’s humiliating words had Namjoon’s cock letting out more precum. “Y-your slut.”
“That’s right.” Jungkook laughed degradingly. He pulled Namjoon off the bed until he sat on his knees. His hand never leaving the king’s cock, pumping it slowly but surely. He dipped down and finally placed a deep kiss on the king’s lips, uncaring if the king could taste himself from Jungkook’s tongue.
He sucked on the king’s bottom lip harshly. Loving the way Namjoon keened and let Jungkook lead the kiss. He opened his mouth pliantly, as he was assaulted by the very tongue that was just inside his hole. Though he couldn’t care less. Jungkook will use him in any way he pleases.
Soon Jungkook’s lips left Namjoon’s mouth, trailing kisses down to his neck. He marked the skin that his soft but harsh lips trailed unto, leaving bruises that would remain for days. It was another one of his privileges as the favorite, only he was allowed to leave marks on the king.
Not any other whore, not the other concubines, hell not even the queen.
Just him.
Sooner than he would have wanted, Jungkook pulled away from him. Before standing up on the bed, leaving the king on his knees before him.
It was in these moments that Jungkook felt so powerful. The rush of the power shift going straight to both of his heads. He couldn’t help but groan as Namjoon immediately understood what he wanted. Pushing himself up on his knees properly, Namjoon hovered over Jungkook’s proud erection.
Though he knew better than to act upon it immediately. “May I, my Lord?”
Another groan left Jungkook’s lips as he entangled his fingers in the king’s hair. “May you what, Namjoon?”
Namjoon poked his tongue out to lick at the head of Jungkook’s cock, but Jungkook pulled him by the hair a little threateningly. His slut wasn’t going to get anything unless he asked for it properly.
“May I please suck you off, my Lord?” Namjoon begged with wide eyes and his tongue out, looking very similar to a drooling dog. “Please, please, my Lord. Can I taste you, please?”
And god, Namjoon begging like that has him harder than any rock that lined the palace grounds.
“Go ahead, slut.”
Namjoon didn’t need to be told twice. He then sucked on Jungkook’s head, like a kid with those treats on a stick. He licked a fat stripe from the base to the head of his cock, eyes wide as he stared at his Lord eager to please.
His tongue slipped its way into his slit and Jungkook threw his head back with a groan. He grabbed Namjoon’s hair again, lowering the man further into his cock and marvelling at how the king just took, and took, and took. He could feel it, when his cock head reached the back of his throat. And it took Jungkook a huge amount of control not to cum right then and there. He watched as tears gathered from the corner of Namjoon’s eyes, but the man only fixed his gaze at him, eager to pleasure his master.
When Jungkook was slowly thrusting into the king's mouth did he notice that Namjoon himself was grinding down on the bed. He knew better though, he knew better than to touch himself. His body was Jungkook’s and that included his huge pathetic cock. Feeling a low burn on his stomach, Jungkook couldn’t help but hiss as Namjoon’s grinding met with his thrusts. And what did Jungkook do to add to both their pleasures?
He stepped on the king’s cock right beneath his feet.
The moan Namjoon released has him fucking his cock into the king’s mouth faster. The vibrations as the king groaned every time Jungkook pushed on his heel more and more, had him shaking to the core just to keep his orgasm at bay.
But Namjoon, Namjoon was already in the clouds. He loved it so much. The feeling of being used as Jungkook fucked into his mouth as if he was nothing but a toy. Jungkook’s heels pressing on to the head of his cock made him feel so useless, and the pleasure it gave him was something so incomparable.
It’s only Jungkook who can drive him this insane.
Having enough, Jungkook pulled Namjoon away from his cock. A line of drool around his lips and Jungkook’s harder than ever shaft has both of their cocks twitching. Jungkook was just aching to be inside his precious king’s hole.
“On your back, slut.”
Namjoon was quick to obey. He lied down on his back, folding his legs until hole was clearly presented. His cock hanging proudly and so fucking hard that it was almost painful.
Jungkook grabbed onto the king’s knees. He took the oil again from earlier, lathering his fingers with it before pushing it inside his pink rim.
The king could only exhale a little shakily, and it wasn’t long until Jungkook inserted a second finger. He could feel it so well, the drag of Jungkook’s long fingers against his insides. The pretty boy knew his body well with years of experience, soon finding that spot that has the king moaning loudly like a commonly used whore.
“My Lord, please,” Namjoon whimpered. To hell if the guards outside the doors could hear him. “Please, please, please.”
Jungkook dipped down to kiss the king deeply, silencing him. He played with the king’s mouth, sucking on his tongue as he crooked his fingers again to reach that spot just because he was feeling a little meaner today. “Not yet, whore. You will take what I give you.”
That shut Namjoon up. Right. It was Jungkook who reigned control over him. He may be the king, but right now, he was under Jungkook’s mercy and control alone.
A third finger was then inserted making Namjoon groan out against Jungkook’s mouth, as he felt himself get stretched so fucking well. Add it to the fact that Jungkook grazed his sweet spot over and over again, had him moaning like a bitch in heat.
Finally, even Jungkook couldn’t take it. He pulled away from the king’s mouth as he extracted his fingers and Namjoon whined from the loss. His hole was clenching and unclenching, simply begging to be filled. The boy took the king’s legs and hooked it over his shoulders, before lining up his hard cock against Namjoon’s rim. “Tell me what you want, Namjoon.”
Namjoon was quick to respond, such a little desperate whore. “Please, my Lord, please fuck me.”
“Yeah?” Jungkook teased him again, his head right at the entrance of his hole. “Do you deserve my cock, slut?”
“Yes, my Lord, please. I’ve been so good for you. Use me, fuck me. Please, I need it.” Namjoon begging so desperately was music to Jungkook’s ears. “I need you.”
And that has Jungkook pushing his cock inside Namjoon’s hole without a second thought.
Throwing his head back at the pleasure of being enclosed in such a tight, tight space has Jungkook feeling feral. ‘This hole is mine, it is only I who gets to feel this.’
And Namjoon, none the wiser, has moaned so loudly that he was sure everyone in the kingdom knew how much of a cock hungry whore he was. But he couldn’t care less, because this, this was everything he needed.
Once he saw Namjoon nod, Jungkook began to move his hips. Slowly and then quickly building his pace, fucking into him again and again, quicker and quicker. Every thrust has Namjoon feeling closer and closer to the heavens. Jungkook gave him so much pleasure that was completely unsurpassable.
He would win wars just to feel this over and over again.
Jungkook’s thrusts were getting a little careless, and Namjoon knew that the boy was close. He clenched down on him tighter, knowing it drove the other boy insane. The deep groan he was rewarded with along with the spank to the side of his ass proved that.
“You feel so fucking good,” Jungkook growled. “God I love your hole so much.”
Namjoon whimpered. “Yes, yes, Jungkook, my Lord, I love it too.” He moaned again as Jungkook spanked him once more. “Love your cock, love you.”
His hips stuttered again along with his feeble heart, as he smiled down at the pliant man beneath him. “Y-yeah?” Jungkook bent down to kiss him, folding the king in half without losing his pace. “I love you too, Namjoon.”
And Jungkook meant that.
Despite being the one in control right now, it was Namjoon to whom Jungkook had sworn his loyalty to until the end of his life. The beautiful concubine did now want anyone else besides the very man he has fallen in love with — the king. And if this was the only way he could have him, then so be it.
“Say it, Namjoon, say that you’re mine.” Jungkook’s thrusts were still relentless and right now, Namjoon was nothing but a babbling mess of Jungkook’s name. But still, he was quick to adhere to his Lord’s question.
“Yours, my Lord. Only yours.” Just a little more, as he dived in for another kiss. “F-fuck, Jungkook, I’m yours!”
It was relentless at the point.
All that escaped Namjoon’s mouth was deep moans of Jungkook’s name.
As Jungkook growled out a litany of ‘mine, mine, mine.’
It wasn’t long until Namjoon clenched down on Jungkook so tightly, that it had the pretty boy coming inside his hole, and as Namjoon’s untouched cock spurted out ropes of white cum.
It was messy and loud. Namjoon and Jungkook groaned against each other’s mouth as Namjoon’s hole was filled in with Jungkook’s seed. Both their fronts coated in white by Namjoon’s own release, and yet Jungkook didn’t stop grinding against him until they both finished coming.
Soon Jungkook’s hips stopped moving, but he remained inside the king. Their lips never stopping to move against each other, tongues meeting over and over again.
They think they made out for quite some time, because Jungkook felt himself become soft inside the king’s hole. So slowly, he pulled away from Namjoon’s plush lips, and pulled out his cock from inside the king.
He couldn’t help but moan, as he saw a trail of his cum leave Namjoon’s hole too. He got up from the bed and reached over the cloth dipped in a small basin on top of the bedside table, that he had prepared beforehand. He slowly wiped down Namjoon’s ass and hole, and then the king’s torso, and then his own. Namjoon watched him silently throughout it all, looking a little, well, fucked out.
When Jungkook was done wiping them down, Namjoon made grabby hands at his favorite concubine, and Jungkook couldn’t help but giggle at the king’s neediness. Now that it was over, Jungkook knew how clingy the king was after practically being bent over his cock. And Jungkook loved to indulge him nonetheless.
He embraced the king into his arms, until he felt Namjoon’s lips press soft kisses unto his neck. Slowly and a little lazily, the king marked him up too. Jungkook simply drew circles on Namjoon’s arms as he allowed him to kiss his neck over and over again.
Proud of his work, the king grinned. “There. You’re all marked as well. Now everyone knows you’re mine too.”
The corner of Jungkook’s lips tugged upward. “I’m pretty sure the entire kingdom already knows I’m yours, Namjoon.”
But the king only pouted. “But I want them all to know how much I love you.”
Despite all his meanness from earlier, Jungkook’s heart softened every time he heard the man he loved the most tell him how much he loved him too. He couldn’t help it, he kissed those pouting lips without any heat, just to simply feel them against his own.
“I love you too, my king. So, so much.”
And it was true. Come wars or triumphs, Jungkook will never ever leave Namjoon’s side. He didn’t just swear off his loyalty to Namjoon and his kingdom, he swore off his heart, mind, body, and soul to him too.
All for the king he loves the most.
“And I love you so much more too, my love.”
Maybe Jungkook will never be his ‘queen’, but Namjoon’s heart would only ever belong to him. And that was more than enough. He got what he wanted the most — Namjoon’s heart. He got to have his king on most nights anyways, marvelling in his embrace like this, exchanging sweet kisses and soft giggles as the night turned into morning.
Because he was Jungkook’s as much as Jungkook was his. The prettiest boy in the kingdom will always hold the most special place in their powerful king’s heart. He gave Jungkook everything — his body and heart. And Namjoon knew that if Jungkook would ask for it, he would gladly give up his life and throne, if it meant having Jungkook beside him for the rest of his life.
He would give him everything he is and everything he has, even his very own crown.
All for the concubine he loves the most.