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Jeongguk is furious.
He slams a stack of papers on the table, with more force than necessary, “You had one task,” he growled, glaring daggers at the diplomat he had sent North.
The purpose was to negotiate on border disputes. However, rather than arriving on a common ground, the minister he had sent had gotten the Park King angered instead.
Apparently, his minister had insinuated something inappropriate with one of the servants assigned to him, as mentioned in the letter he has received.
The minister, Choi Jaehyun, couldn’t look him into the eyes.
Jeongguk stared at his fiddling hands, “You are relieved from your duties until further notice,” his gaze turned to the guards stationed at the entrance of his chambers, “Escort him outside the palace grounds.”
A few moments pass as he lets his exhausted body fall on the plush chair. He exhales, noisily, feeling a headache knocking at the door. It’s not even noon and he wants to lie on his bed and sleep.
Knowing that he won’t be able to focus on working right now, Jeongguk steps outside of his study to visit the training area. It’s important that the soldiers feel the king’s lingering presence as they train.
After passing through the training grounds, his gaze travels to the stables.
His breath hitches, and his hands clenched into fists on their own accord. It’s not even hot but he feels himself sweating and breath quickening.
Jeongguk could take a few steps to reach the stables and sneak a glance at him.
The king feels his cheeks heating up, he doesn’t get scandalous thoughts like these in the daylight. Only when he’s tired and retired from the duties of the day, he lets his mind run free and wild .
His steps are almost muted as he reaches the stables. Looking around, when he sees no presence whatsoever, Jeongguk saunters inside. It is at the farthest corner where he spots him.
God , Jeongguk feels tremor through his body.
It’s insane how much of an effect Kim Taehyung has on him.
With a beam of sunlight entering the stables through the roof, sweat shines on Taehyung’s chiseled – golden abdomen. He’s naked save for khaki pants that adorn his legs. His black bangs fall into his eyes, whilst his biceps flex with how he stretches his arms across the horse’s body.
The stable boy is brushing the coat of a mahogany horse. A bead of sweat travels down his back, and it’s definitely not because of the weather. Taehyung’s large palm is splayed on the horse coat, it makes him lick his lips nervously.
A gasp gets stuck in his throat when Taehyung’s head snaps towards him, their eyes lock as a result.
Jeongguk’s face heats up as the elder’s gaze traces his body. He gulps thickly, his gut twisting yet again when he notices how Taehyung’s lip is curled into a sly smirk.
He drops the brush in his hands into a bucket of water, and turns his body to face the king. If Taehyung was standing a little closer, he’d notice the slight tremble in Jeongguk’s knees.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence currently?”
One of Taehyung’s thick eyebrows is arched, and even if his timbre is respectful and polite, Jeongguk knows that it’s not the case.
The stable boy knows exactly why the king would come to him.
Mustering an ounce of courage, he takes a step towards him. Subsequently, his mouth opens but closes the next moment. As a king, Jeongguk’s confidence knows no bounds and it’s a little embarrassing how timid he becomes in front of Taehyung.
Maybe that’s a part of the elder’s charm.
Leaving Jeongguk tongue-tied, like that.
“I just….” he trails off and Taehyung’s lopsided grin widens.
In the blur of a second, the elder crosses the distance between them. Jeongguk swallows again, looking up at Taehyung to see him hovering over the king.
There isn’t a very significant height difference between them, with Taehyung being taller by half an inch or so, yet his gaze makes Jeongguk feel small. It’s downright pathetic how much he likes the same though.
“You are brash with your words at night, when I’m ruining you in your bed,” Taehyung whispers, whilst his knuckles glide across his cheek, the touch is softly electrifying.
He gasps at Taehyung’s choice of words, his hand wraps around Taehyung’s wrist. Jeongguk widens his eyes as much as possible, pleading silently ; knowing that the elder understands exactly why he’s here.
“C’mon, speak up,” Taehyung chuckles in a low voice, his lips brushing against the shell of Jeongguk ear. Arousal stirs in his belly, with heat crawling over his skin.
“Last night, you couldn’t close your mouth,” the elder’s gaze darted to his lips. Jeongguk swipes his tongue over his bottom lip on instinct, while his body craves to be pressed against Taehyung’s.
Remembering about last night makes him shudder. It only worsens his state as he thinks about how Taehyung satiated all his urges and made him feel like never before.
It wasn’t the first time they slept together, yet every night leaves a new mark on his unblemished skin and a long lasting imprint on his brain.
Taehyung removes the king’s hand from his wrist, to make him hold the elder’s bicep, “You begged like a brothel whore yesterday, hm?” He tapped Jeongguk’s bottom lip, “to take you against every surface of your room,” he giggled devilishly, while Jeongguk felt his pants tighten a fraction.
The king moaned exactly like how Taehyung degraded him. The stable boy brought a hand to his lower back, a teasing touch enough to rile him up.
“Your hole must be loose. Only a few hours have passed since I fucked you, no?”
Jeongguk is half tempted to hump Taehyung’s thigh like a dog in heat, but he holds himself back, half liking the pain in between his legs.
“What pleasure will I get if I fuck your loose hole?” He asks, trailing his finger from Jeongguk’s lip and stopping right above his navel.
Jeongguk doesn’t see it happening as Taehyung takes a step away from the king. Disappointment mars his features and it makes the king feel like the stable boy won’t fuck him.
Thus, the king does the only rational thing that comes to his mind.
A thud resounds in the stables as Jeongguk kneels.
His hands lock on his back on their own accord. It's as if his body remembers how much Taehyung likes it when Jeongguk looks powerless.
Despite the fact that his face burns with humiliation in relation to the position he’s in and what he wants to ask from Taehyung, he looks up to meet the elder’s gaze.
It is not surprising how satisfied Taehyung looks. Of course, he likes the sight of the mighty, powerful king on his knees.
Just to have a taste of Taehyung’s cock.
Maybe a fill if the elder agrees.
He can command a hall full of experienced royals, he has defeated people twice the size of him, but somehow Taehyung reduces him into a desperate mess.
“Please fuck me,” he enunciates clearly, patting himself mentally for the stability of his voice.
Taehyung’s smirk widens. Jeongguk knew that the elder wanted him to clearly admit it. Because the stable boy thrives in the way embarrassment makes his face flush.
He feels him patting his head, “It wasn’t so tough, right?”
Timidly, Jeongguk shakes his head, “No.”
There is a finger lifting his chin. Taehyung’s rough palm brushes against his jaw, and the king can barely suppress a shiver.
“What made you act so desperate?”
The low baritone makes a chill run through his spine. Jeongguk’s breathing quickens, and his gut twists as Taehyung’s touch leaves a trail of heat.
He’s about to part his mouth but his breath gets caught in his throat when a toe caresses his clothed thigh. Jeongguk looks down to see Taehyung’s foot descending between his legs.
The king’s teeth dig into his bottom lip, while the flames in his core reach unattainable heights, “I…I wanted to feel good.”
A whimper punches out of his throat when the sole of Taehyung’s foot presses directly on his semi hard-on. He’d fall if it wasn’t for the wall behind him.
He hears the elder coo, “You’re so greedy.”
Jeongguk nods in agreement, because he is.
Taehyung’s hand cards through his hair, his touch soft, but the king can only think about being filled by his long – slender fingers. The elder’s foot is relentless, making his cock chub up in interest, embarrassingly fast and with not much stimulation.
A whiny moan escapes his lips, even after Jeongguk tries his best to stay quiet.
The stable boy’s thumb traces his lips, and the king is coherent enough to recognise the hunger in Taehyung’s hazel eyes as well.
Two fingers are abruptly shoved in his mouth, hitting the back of his throat, “Anyone can come here and look at you,” he scoffs, “Is his majesty that much of a slut?”
His eyes water with Taehyung’s blunt nail brushing against the farthest part of his throat. He can feel wetness seeping through his pants due to the pre cum that must be oozing out of his cock.
It makes Jeongguk feral how Taehyung spits his title, like it’s a slur. The fact that this arouses the king is something he doesn’t try to reason with.
His tongue lays flat while Taehyung thrusts his fingers inside and his foot digs into Jeongguk’s clothed balls. The younger writhes under his watchful gaze, his skin feels like a live wire, ready to ignite at the slightest of the touches.
Drool stains his chin, and it’s no short of messy. Jeongguk’s hips move on their own accord, humping the stable boy’s foot to grasp at any sort of friction he can.
Jeongguk gasps loudly when the fingers are pulled out of his mouth. Taehyung leans down to his level, “Stick your tongue out.”
The king stops his hips, obeying the elder’s command.
His throat dries seeing Taehyung’s mouth wide open, and his own tongue lolling out. Without much finesse, the stable boy spits directly on his tongue. Jeongguk’s moan is muffled, as he swallows the same.
Taehyung lifts him by his shoulders right the next second and captures his lips in a searing kiss. Jeongguk’s gasp is swallowed by how Taehyung’s tongue moves inside his mouth.
He whines feeling the elder’s large hands squeezing his ass, fondling with them like he had been starved too. Jeongguk’s hands roam across the stable boy’s broad back, his nails digging into his shoulders when Taehyung grinds against his clothed cock.
Jeongguk pulls back with a mewl, “Let me take off –”
Taehyung’s lips are back on his, and this time he successfully knocks the air out of the younger’s lungs. He squeezes his meaty thighs, curling one around his waist to rub their cocks together.
The king jumps when the stable boy smacks his ass. The elder grunts into his mouth, leading him inside a small makeshift cabin, closing the door behind him.
His back is slammed against the wall. The position makes him harder if possible, considering Taehyung is bearing his whole weight, and Jeongguk, in his aroused state, can't help but fondle the elder’s flexing biceps.
With deft hands, the elder unbuttons the king’s clothes, ripping them away from the younger’s skin, “Hyung,” he mumbles, his cock straining against his pants when Taehyung retreats from the kiss.
Tossing his robe aside, Taehyung plants open mouthed kisses on his clavicle, making Jeongguk stretch his neck to the other side, to satiate the embers burning on his skin.
The elder tugged him closer by his waist, toying with the waistband of the king’s pants, “Fuck,” he whispered, licking a stripe under Jeongguk’s nipple.
He arched his back, with his hands buried in Taehyung’s curls, tugging at the strands whenever the stable boy bit too hard or teased a little longer than necessary.
“Hyung, please just – ah – f-fuck,” he cried, losing his train of thought when he felt Taehyung biting his nipple. His cock was painfully hard and Taehyung wasn’t anywhere near to finishing with the expanse of his chest.
Taehyung smacked his clothed ass, growling in a low voice as Jeongguk squirmed, “Let me do you at my pace, kitten.”
He feels the sting of every bruise that the stable boy sucks on his abdomen. The king can explode any minute with how Taehyung is edging him since their gazes matched.
When the elder palms his cock, he nearly goes limp in his hold. Tears cling to his lashes, but all he can do is wait for Taehyung to give him what he wants.
Taehyung is lapping against his abs, treading dangerously close to the waistband of his pants. The flames in his gut are unstoppable, begging to be satisfied.
Jeongguk whimpers when the elder looks up with a ferocious gaze. His physical stature is much more built than Taehyung, but somehow it doesn’t matter because a single look from the stable boy is enough to weaken him in the knees.
It’s sudden the way Taehyung manhandles him, twisting his body such that his chest is slammed against the wall. Jeongguk gasps loudly at the action. His palms touch the wall, and it’s natural how he sticks his ass out for the man behind him.
“Hyu–Hyung please,” he twisted his head a little to look Taehyung into the eyes.
The stable boy shoved his hand inside Jeongguk’s pants haphazardly. The vice grip Taehyung has around his cock makes him moan like a brothel whore, as the elder had described earlier.
“I wanted to devour your ass,” he panted into his ear, “but you deem my hand enough, I gather,” Taehyung tsked, licking a stripe behind his ear.
Unconsciously, Jeongguk grinded against Taehyung’s hard-on. His head tipped back with how harsh the elder was as he jerked him off.
After registering what Taehyung said, he whined, regretting his impatience, “W-Want that too.” Jeongguk was ready to beg on his knees if Taehyung didn’t agree through his words.
The elder pulled at his hair roughly, it made his scalp burn, “Really, your majesty? Pleading for,” he groaned, squeezing the younger’s waist, “a man’s cock like that?”
Jeongguk could draw out blood from his lower lip with how hard he bit on it, “Yes, yes hyung-nim. Please .”
Taehyung tugged at his cock, lazily. Chuckling against Jeongguk’s cheek, he took out his hand from the king’s pants. His fingers were smeared with pre cum and Jeongguk didn’t waste a single second before grasping at his wrist and pushing the long fingers inside his mouth.
His tongue ached to feel the weight of the elder’s fingers. Jeongguk wasn’t unknown to the fact that he liked his mouth stuffed, especially by Taehyung’s fingers. He loved the feeling of his fingers hitting the back of his throat while he lapped on them like a hungry dog.
Eyes shutting close, Jeongguk completely focused on the slightly salty taste of his own pre-cum. Even after getting the fingers, he still craved to have Taehyung’s big cock in his throat because he relished in the way his jaw ached to accommodate the elder’s length.
Nearly whining when Taehyung took the fingers out of Jeongguk’s mouth, the king didn’t get a second to protest before his pants were pulled down his legs in an abrupt fashion.
His buttocks were slapped before taking off the underwear too. Jeongguk took the support of the wall as Taehyung removed and tossed them aside. The king hissed as Taehyung caressed his rim with the pad of his thumb.
He was still sore from last night, yet his body thrummed in excitement.
“You’ll be limping the whole day, my King,” he blew air over his fluttering hole.
Jeongguk’s legs trembled in anticipation, he turned his head to look at the stable boy, “I do not give a fuck.”
Taehyung gives him no warning, rather diving, spitting directly over his rim and licking into the younger’s hole. He has Jeongguk’s ass cheeks in a bruising grip, having spread them apart to devour him, as he expressed earlier.
The elder eats him out like he’s having a meal after an exhausting day of work. There is no hesitance or shame in his movements. This is why he keeps coming back to Taehyung. This addictive feeling has left him desperate for the elder.
His hips didn’t falter, rocking against Taehyung’s tongue; a surge of heat shooting in his gut and traveling across his body, like a ghost of the elder’s hands roaming across his skin.
Jeongguk didn’t know whether to chase the elder’s tongue or run away from it, because the wet muscle reached such pleasurable spots inside him that the king couldn’t comprehend a single coherent thought.
He sobbed loudly when Taehyung slapped his ass, whilst slurping around his rim loudly. His hand went to cradle the stable boy’s nape, but Taehyung caught his wrist and pinned it over his lower back.
It is when Taehyung’s bites on his sensitive rim that a high pitched whimper slips past his lips, “Ah T–Tae, fucking hell.”
His vision blurs for a second, and he realizes a moment later that Jeongguk held himself back from coming. It’s as if his body has learnt not to come until Taehyung asks him to.
Jeongguk hears rustling from his behind and he sees the elder getting out of his own pants. His breathing quickens, once his gaze falls on Taehyung’s cock. His heart threatened to pound out of his chest, when his back brushed against the elder’s chest.
“I want to ruin you, Jeongguk.”
His head snapped to Taehyung at that, the intensity in his gaze made Jeongguk want to kneel. Getting on his toes, he inched towards the elder’s mouth, their lips fitting like the pieces of a puzzle, molding against each other with desire and need.
“I’m ruined already, Tae. You…you’ve destroyed me to the point that no one can quench my thirst.”
Taehyung’s eyes softened, and he saw something unfamiliar in his orbs before it faded, “Really?” He asked in a whisper.
Jeongguk nodded, gasping when the head of Taehyung’s cock brushed against his rim. He was loose from last night, but with how big the elder was, the king always felt the delicious burn of the stretch.
The elder slapped his hand against the younger’s mouth, as he slid inside him. Jeongguk’s moan was muffled against his hand.
He stilled after hearing voices outside the cabin they were in, it seemed like someone had stepped inside the stables. His panicked gaze caught Taehyung’s eyes, but the elder had a smirk on his face, as if enjoying the situation.
His hole offered no resistance as Taehyung’s cock was lodged inside him, until his balls brushed against the swell of Jeongguk’s ass.
Jeongguk couldn’t help but grind in circles against the elder’s cock, clenching his jaw to not let a sound slip from his mouth.
“One sound and they’ll know it’s the king who’s getting fucked,” The stable boy whispered in his ear, punctuating his sentence with a bite on Jeongguk’s earlobe.
A desperate whimper is stuck in his throat and even though the situation is highly risky, the risk itself arouses the king. There is a sort of rush, accompanied by the thrill flowing in his veins as he presses against Taehyung, driving his cock as deep as possible.
“Taehyung-ah, are you there?”
It’s a familiar voice, and must be one of Taehyung’s friends. Jeongguk’s heart raced but his cock grew harder if possible, arousal increasing with every touch and caress.
Taehyung was right, he’s such a slut.
The elder thrusts languidly, having wrapped his one hand around Jeongguk’s neck, he exerts a little pressure. Jeongguk leans against his shoulder, eyes slipping close as his air passage is restricted for a few moments.
The control that Taehyung has over him, and the fact that these are the moments where Jeongguk can give up all semblance of control, where he can let go, knowing that the elder will catch him.
He doesn’t need to do much to forget the world around him, the responsibilities on his shoulder and the expectations from him. Right now, he only has Taehyung’s name on his lips and his body moves to chase the mind numbing pleasure.
The call of Taehyung’s name echoes again, but with the overwhelming sensations that Jeongguk is experiencing currently, he doesn’t pay much heed to it.
“Look at you,” he groaned in a low voice, kissing across the column of the younger’s neck. Jeongguk held onto Taehyung's neck with one hand and his arm around the king’s waist with the other.
It was lewd how Taehyung grunted right next to his ear. Pure and unbridled ecstasy ran through his veins as the elder bit on the curve of his neck. Even though Jeongguk is a pillow prince, he does take pride in the fact that Taehyung can’t help but voice out his own pleasure and how good he feels when he’s with Jeongguk.
Taehyung must’ve heard the resounding footsteps and the subsequent shutting of the door because his hips started moving inside him, slamming his cock in such a way that Jeongguk’s sweet spot was jabbed repeatedly.
He nearly saw stars.
“Taeh–Taehyung fuck,” he babbled, the ball of heat about to burst in his core.
Their moans along with crude noise of skin slapping echoed among the stables.
His keen was filthy as the stable boy propelled sharply, squeezing a fistful of Jeongguk’s ass, which would definitely leave bruises behind.
Fingers gripped his chin to turn his head. It was obscene how Taehyung’s tongue traced the seam of his lips, how he licked the drool at the corner of Jeongguk’s lips, whilst his cock was ruthless as it plunged inside his hole.
Taehyung pulled him into a kiss, which was a clash of teeth and spit. Just breathing into each other’s mouths, eyes shut, while their bodies moved on instinct.
“Imagine,” Taehyung panted, looking straight into the king’s eyes, “the people – your people think that you’re the one who does the fucking,” the elder’s chuckle was full of mockery. It made Jeongguk’s face burn.
The stable boy smoothed a hand down his toned abdomen, fondling Jeongguk's thigh, “So pretty and strong, all for me, yeah?”
Taehyung’s rich baritone which poured into his ear went straight to his cock. The king nodded in response, moving in rhythm with the elder’s thrusts.
At one point, the stable boy gripped the younger’s waist with both of his hands and drilled his cock inside at an unfathomable speed. It was Taehyung chasing his own pleasure.
“Nasty fucking hole,” he hissed, lifting Jeongguk thigh to wrap it around his waist. Through this angle, Taehyung’s cock rammed in so deep that the king’s vision blurred for a moment.
A couple of sharp thrusts and Jeongguk was pushed over the edge, with a moan so vulgar that it wouldn't be a surprise if someone heard it outside.
Taehyung’s hips stuttered as he came inside Jeongguk. The king’s cock shot ropes of white, staining his own chest along with the wall he was facing. He breathed harshly, a relieved feeling washing over him as orgasm swept through his body in waves.
“Fuck,” Jeongguk whispered after gaining the ability to speak.
The elder didn’t pull out yet. He was busy caressing Jeongguk’s hair, pushing it back so that his eyes weren’t concealed by his bangs.
There was a lopsided smile on Taehyung’s face and it didn’t settle well with the king.
“Maybe you should station me outside your study, considering you become witless when you are horny.”
“Will you fuck me on my table then?” Jeongguk batted his eyelashes at him, delighted by Taehyung’s suggestion.
The amusement on Taehyung’s face morphed into disbelief, “I was joking!”
Jeongguk shook his head, “I am not.”
A week later, Taehyung had christened Jeongguk’s work table.