A Swordsman's Code: CH 2
Title: Succumbing
Fandom(s): TVXQ
Characters: Yunho,Changmin, Jaejoong just for fun.
Pairing(s): YooSeok (Moo Seok/Lee Yoon)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The prince devises a plan to nab the swordsman once and for all, and it works a bit too well....
Genre: Smut, Historical, porn with hanbok, basically.
Warnings: explicit sex
Word count: ~5500
Moo Seok is in hell.
There's no other way for him to describe it. He's in the belly of the beast, there is no escape. He's not even sure he wants to escape, and that's the worst part about it. Moo Seok is a man of little emotion, at least not that he shows publicly. His stoic nature was ingrained into him from boyhood, as his father was a swordsman and guard before him, and he was raised to never betray his feelings, especially to an enemy.
The Prince is an enemy, clearly. But Moo Seok has no control over his feelings anymore, and he can't stand it. He's caught up in an emotional whirlwind, and he wants nothing more than for it all to stop. Another week has passed now, and every single moment of it found the swordsman on the edge of his seat. Lee Yoon's touches have grown more and more bold, and the Prince seems to delight in catching the swordsman off guard. Thus, Moo Seok can never predict when the man will make an advance.
Sometimes it's a gentle touch, for example when the Prince swipes a stray bit of food off his swordsman's lips as they dine together, or when he slips a hand to sit at the small of Moo Seok's back as they walk. Subtle touches, a hand on his, a warm body pressing against his for a mere moment, and so on. All of these make Moo Seok incredibly uneasy, as well as make him thoroughly confused with the Prince's motives. Especially in contrast to the other types of touches, which Lee Yoon has been issuing more and more lately. The obvious ones.
Moo Seok dinstinctly remembers an incident several days ago where the Prince wanted to go hear a performance by a local artist, which was in an outside pavilion. The crowd was packed in tight, with Moo Seok and Lee Yoon stationed in the back. The officials present had insisted on the Prince standing a bit closer to the stage, but Lee Yoon, in an unprecedented move, insisted that he was just fine where he was. A few moments into the performance, with the Prince pressed fully against Moo Seok from behind, so much so that he could feel absolutely everything, the swordsman soon understood the man's motives. Moo Seok spent the entirety of the show trying to maintain his composure with the Prince literally breathing down his neck, and somehow, he managed. But that's not the worst of it.
The things Lee Yoon says under his breath are what truly have Moo Seok in a constant state of silently quivering mess. At that same performance, the swordsman heard the Prince utter lustful promises such as "Give in to me, Moo Seok. I'll take such good care of you," and "I can't wait to have you underneath me, begging for more." It was a complete nightmare. Just yesterday, as the Prince was getting ready to retire for the evening, he rather blatantly offered for Moo Seok to join him. The swordsman had been pressed fully against the back of Lee Yoon's door and propositioned. The Prince promised him pleasure beyond his wildest dreams, and it took every ounce of willpower he possessed to very politely decline Lee Yoon's offer.
Last night when Moo Seok finally retired to his own quarters, he did something he's never done.
He touched himself. He explored his body, took himself in hand and stroked furiously, letting everything go with a shocked whisper of Lee Yoon's name.
His body felt like it was on fire, and it was all the Prince's fault. Everything is the Prince's fault. And Moo Seok doesn't think he can deny him much longer.
It's early morning, and Moo Seok stands outside Lee Yoon's quarters, waiting for the Prince to rise. There's a few meetings on the agenda today, but nothing out of the ordinary. Moo Seok can't help but think that something is looming on the horizon, that today is the day that everything changes.
Moo Seok just hopes he's ready to face the inevitable.
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Prince Lee Yoon wakes up with an easy stretch, arms flinging up over his head as his back arches gracefully. He's feeling rather satisfied with himself, and for once, can't wait to get the day started. Being royalty certainly has plenty of perks, but the majority of his daily activities are a downright bore. But, thanks to Moo Seok's appearance in his life, nothing is boring anymore.
He is beyond infatuated with his swordsman. Thoughts of the man swirl in his head day in and day out, he simply can't help himself. Everything about the man is intriguing and intoxicating, especially how hard Moo Seok tries to keep up that blank, unfeeling facade of his. But oh, when it slips....it's truly beautiful. Those moments where he's able to get the swordsman to step out of character are becoming more and more frequent, and what he sees during those moments delights him. Moo Seok is responsive and passionate beneath all of the layers of strong warrior, and Lee Yoon wants nothing more than to see those traits blossom and develop fully by his hand. Fortunately, as always, Lee Yoon has a plan.
He's watched the swordsman slowly unravel over the past weeks, and he thinks its high time he meet Moo Seok on his own grounds. Lee Yoon has him right where he wants him, he just needs to give a proper nudge. What better way than to appeal to what Moo Seok loves most?
The Prince has watched the man practice. Watched his sword slice easily through the training dummies, watched how fluid his movements are as he wields his weapon with practiced ease. It's almost like a dance, one that Moo Seok has clearly perfected with grace. It's entrancing to observe, and Lee Yoon sometimes gets lost as he stares, hiding in the shadows, secretly taking in every swing of the sword, every thrust. And oh, how it's made him want. The Prince knows what to do now, knows exactly how to make the swordsman fall victim to his advances once and for all.
Lee Yoon is no novice with a sword, not by any means. He's a Prince, and it was required of him from childhood to learn how to handle a weapon, as are all royal children. The bloodline is to be preserved by any means possible, and learning to defend himself was a necessity, even though it's not often he's given a chance to prove his skill. Lee Yoon practices on his own, outside of his weekly lessons with his trainer, and if he's not mistaken, his skills match that of the swordsman. And so, he will challenge Moo Seok. A little friendly spar should turn the tables permanently in his favor, especially if the swordsman will agree to the terms.
Winner takes all.
And Lee Yoon knows exactly what he will take if he wins.
He also knows Moo Seok is not one to turn away from a swordfight, regardless of terms.
Lee Yoon rises from his bed mat, slipping into his day clothes and stepping to look in the mirror, making sure everything is in place before he makes to head outside for the first appointment of the day.
"Let the games begin......"
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The day begins much like any other, with the Prince attending a council meeting to discuss various items of concern. There’s been a bit of a food shortage lately, due to severe drought in the lands, and the main topic of discussion is how best to ration what they do have and ways to maintain an influx of sustenance despite Mother Nature’s lack of cooperation. It’s an exhausting discussion really, and Lee Yoon, knowing nothing himself of such matters, isn’t really able to offer much advice. A few village representatives appear with suggestions, most of which sound perfectly reasonable to him. A makeshift plan is formed, and everyone appears to be reasonably happy with the outcome. The Prince, however, has his mind on other things.
As a patron of the arts, Lee Yoon makes it a point to attend many performances, readings, and the like. There’s a well-known scholar in town, and the Prince wishes to appraise his knowledge personally. He heads to the library next, Moo Seok in tow as always. The swordsman is on edge today, more so than he thinks he’s ever been. He’s no fool, he knows what all these little incidents have been leading up to, and he’s all out of excuses or defenses. He can’t stand feeling this way, it completely defies everything he’s ever been taught. Lee Yoon makes stoicism impossible, makes relaxation and concentration impossible. All Moo Seok can do is wait, and pray he has enough willpower left to outwit the snake.
Shockingly, their visit to the library goes much as a normal person might expect. There are no advances, no lust-filled words, no inappropriate touches. Moo Seok stands back as the Prince speaks with the scholar, watchfully taking in their conversation and doing his job for once, which is to make sure the Prince comes to no harm. As they continue though day, the swordsman is almost more worried now, because an afternoon spent with Lee Yoon where no such things happen is just that rare. He can’t help but to wonder what wheels are turning inside the man’s brain. Is there a plot? Or has the Prince just decided he doesn’t want him anymore? That second thought bothers Moo Seok a lot more than it should, and he spends the next few hours in a state of disgruntlement, eyes on the Prince wherever he goes.
Once they arrive back at the palace, all meetings done, Lee Yoon heads straight to the training grounds, and Moo Seok naturally follows, as he’s been given no further orders yet. He watches as the Prince heads into the armory, then emerges with an actual sword, not one used for training. Moo Seok’s eyes widen at that, wondering what on earth the man is planning. Just then, Lee Yoon turns to him with a smirk, and the swordsman’s heart starts beating double time. “Moo Seok..” he greets, eyes twinkling with mischief. “You know, there’s something I’ve always wanted to do..” Lee Yoon paces a bit, sword gripped tightly in hand. “I’m quite a swordsman myself, did you know?” Moo Seok raises a brow, curious, but says nothing. “I wonder if you’d care to spar with me…”
Moo Seok bristles, uncertain of where this is headed. “Spar, Jeon-ah? You wish for me to fight you?” Lee Yoon chuckles, corners of his eyes crinkling. “Just a little friendly competition, that’s all. See who comes out the victor. Interested?” Moo Seok bites his lip, unable to help but think that this is some kind of trap. He intends to ask questions, and get direct answers before agreeing to a damn thing. “What are the terms of the fight, Jeon-ah? What determines the victor.” Lee Yoon grins, nodding. “Ah, shall we say, whoever drops their weapon first is the loser?” He lifts up his sword, eyeing it with intensity. “Good luck disarming me.” He looks back up, expression playful. “And of course, let’s attempt to at least keep our limbs intact.”
Moo Seok almost chuckles at that, but holds it in, nodding curtly. “Fair enough, my Prince. And what is the incentive for the winner? Will there be some sort of reward?” Lee Yoon’s expression shifts at that, turning almost hungry, and Moo Seok blinks rapidly. “Well…” the Prince begins, tone coy. “You may choose whatever you like, should you win. What is it that you would want?” Moo Seok tilts his head, thinking honestly for a few moments before responding. “A day to myself would be most agreeable, I should think, Jeon-ah. Is that suitable?” The Prince nods, approaching his swordsman slowly, like a predator. “Most suitable, yes. I agree to that.”
Moo Seok swallows as the Prince continues to approach, all too soon crowding his space. “And for my reward, should I win…” Lee Yoon begins, tongue dragging across his bottom lip. He leans in, speaking just into Moo Seok’s ear. “I get you. For one night. To do with whatever I so please. Do you agree?” The swordsman represses a shiver at the man’s tone, that voice full of dark promise. It all hits him at once, and he should have known. How could he be so foolish as to think the Prince was actually going to stop torturing him. But what can he do? He’s duty and honor-bound as a warrior to accept a challenge, particularly in regards to his art, and especially when such a challenge is issued by royalty. Declining isn’t an option.
With his only hope his confidence in his abilities, the swordsman meets Lee Yoon’s gaze dead on.
“I agree, Jeon-ah.”
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The moment their swords clash, Moo Seok instantly knows this will be far more of a challenge than he'd anticipated. Lee Yoon's reflexes are perfect, he's able to predict the swordsman's moves as they come and dodge them expertly. But Moo Seok is no fool, and he immediately switches his strategy, knowing if he continues to be offensive only, the Prince will simply avoid every hit he deals until he tires out, leaving him vulnerable. Moo Seok therefore takes a more defensive stance, only swinging his sword when he sees an opening, which are few and far between.
The Prince, on the other hand, is enraptured, even more so than he already was. The way Moo Seok moves is truly art in motion, every sword swing well-placed, eyes slitted in focus, lips pressed together firmly in concentration. Not to mention the heat coming off the man, the intensity of his expression, the aura surrounding him....dear God, Lee Yoon needs him, so much that it hurts. He absolutely has to win. He has to. His desire for his swordsman burns inside him, and he's never felt like this about anyone. That flawless, miraculous body will be his, no matter what it takes.
They are so well-matched that it's almost impossible to tell who'll win. They're able to read each other's movements, adjust accordingly, and Moo Seok has never experienced anything like it. Usually he's able to have a man disarmed within mere minutes, and he's faced the best warriors the land has to offer. But Lee Yoon meets him at every jab, every swing, and it's like they're two halves of the same coin. Moo Seok loses track of time, no longer has any concept of how long they've been at it. The look in the Prince's eyes sears him to the core, that look of unhinged desperation, like he'll do anything to win.
Moo Seok is not a foolish man. He knows this is a no win scenario, they're too equally matched. They'd be out here all day, and probably half the night, and to what end? Neither will stop, they're both too stubborn. If the Prince wants him this badly, who is he to refuse? Besides, he can't deny a part of him is deathly curious. And Lee Yoon doesn't seem the type to purposely cause him harm. His duty is his life, and to serve the royal bloodline. If the Prince wishes him, by his honor, he shall have him.
Moo Seok stops a blow from the Prince and pulls back a few steps, hitting his knees and sticking his sword in the ground in front of him, bowing his head in respect. Lee Yoon falters, a look of confusion alighting his features as he lowers his own sword. Moo Seok speaks before the Prince has the chance to.
"Jeon-ah. It is clear this is a battle that will have no victor. I choose to concede defeat."
Lee Yoon walks up, gently grasping his swordsman by the chin and making him look up at him. "Are you absolutely certain? You want this, truly?"
Moo Seok nods, swallowing. "You are my Prince, and I live to serve you, that is my purpose. If this is what you desire of me, I shall not deny you."
Lee Yoon chuckles, absently picking at a strand of hair that fell loose from Moo Seok's topknot. "You are so bound by duty, my swordsman. I want you to desire it for yourself. But don't worry, tonight you will burn for me, just as I burn for you."
Moo Seok gulps, bracing himself for anything. "As you wish, Jeon-ah." Lee Yoon proffers his hand, which the swordsman takes with a respectful nod, pulling himself up to a stand.
"Come with me, my swordsman. Let me give you an evening you'll never forget."
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Moo Seok's heart races as they walk back to the Prince's quarters. If he were to be honest, he's nervous. It's not a feeling he's accustomed to, but then again, Lee Yoon seems to be able to evoke many things from him that he's not accustomed to. With what little pride he has left, the swordsman follows the Prince diligently, slipping into the palace and into his bedroom without a word uttered between them.The Prince can sense his swordsman's uneasiness, and intends to put that at rest. The Prince is no amateur, and he wishes nothing more than to make Moo Seok unravel at the seams, slowly and exquisitely. To savor every inch of that delectable body that he's thus far seen only the outlines of. He will make the swordsman desperate, make him rife with desire, ensuring that he comes back for more. The prize may have been one night only, but if Lee Yoon has his way, there will be many more nights spent like this. And it will be Moo Seok who comes to him, of that the Prince is certain.
They enter the chambers and the Prince removes his gat, placing it aside before walking over to Moo Seok, who is still right by the door. He slowly undoes the ribbon under his swordsman's chin, removing his gat as well and setting it aside. Both men slip off their shoes, and Lee Yoon takes the swordsman's hand, leading him farther into the room, behind the curtain and to his bed mat. The Prince sits, legs parted, gesturing for Moo Seok to sit between them, facing away. The swordsman hesitates for a moment, then sits carefully in the spot indicated, feeling Lee Yoon's thighs tighten around his hips. Nimble fingers attach to his topknot, and Lee Yoon undoes it swiftly, letting the long, thick black strands fall down in a cascade across Moo Seok's back. Lee Yoon inhales, the man's scent overwhelming him as his fingers glide through the silky locks. "You are exquisite, my swordsman." The Prince breathes, slightly awed.
Moo Seok doesn't dare to move or speak, far too occupied with trying to anticipate the Prince's next move. He hadn't expected him to be so relaxed, so thorough. He half expected to be slammed against the door and ravished as soon as they entered, so this is almost even more unnerving. Skilled, soft lips attach to his neck, starting a wet trail up the side of the curve of flesh. It makes Moo Seok tremble, even more so at the feel of teeth sinking in, not hard, just enough for a second of sting before the Prince licks at the pained skin, soothing it with his soft tongue. Lips wrap around his earlobe and Moo Seok gasps, not realizing he was so sensitive there. Words whispered into his ear in a low voice make him tremble from head to foot, unable to hide his reactions. "Tonight, Moo Seok...you will want me the way I want you. I will imprint my touch into your skin, burn my image onto your brain, and make your body crave me. Do you believe me?"
Moo Seok bites his lip, unable to stave off the flurry of emotions already running through him. "I believe you, Jeon-ah." And the scary part is, he does.
The Prince's hands move to gather at Moo Seok's hanbok, pulling it up and, with the swordman's help, over his arms before tossing it aside. Moo Seok is left in nothing but his baji, and the Prince can't help but to stare at the miles of taut skin in front of him. Moo Seok's back muscles ripple with even just the smallest movement, and strong arms flex and shift nervously as the Prince eyes him. Lee Yoon wants to taste, and so he does, leaning in to lick a line up the top half of Moo Seok's spine, relishing the shiver and groan the action elicits. The Prince's hands slip around and snake their way up Moo Seok's front, humming at the feel of muscles shifting under his fingertips. One hand slips around Moo Seok's neck, turning his head back to face him so that Lee Yoon can capture his lips. The swordsman inhales sharply, not expecting the softness of the Prince's mouth, the sweetness of his breath. His lips part, and the Prince takes advantage, slipping a tongue into his mouth, tasting and exploring.
Things are beginning to awaken inside the swordsman, and he kisses back with more fervor than he intended, tongue swirling automatically with Lee Yoon's, who in turn gives a satisfied moan. The Prince's hand slides from the swordsman's neck, back and upward to his hair, fingers twisting into the strands and tugging firmly. Moo Seok responds with a soft grunt, and the Prince swallows the sound with demanding lips. Moo Seok's mind has blanked, drugged by the Prince's kisses. When they slowly break apart, Lee Yoon's gaze is feverish, and Moo Seok feels small under the intensity of it. "Lie down on your back, swordsman." The Prince instructs, and Moo Seok nods, scooting forward to grant the request. The Prince removes the outer layer of his own hanbok, tossing it aside. The swordsman lies down and stares up at the Prince, unable to tear his eyes away from the impressive body in front of him. Lee Yoon notices and smirks, glad to see that he's having an affect. Time to take things a bit further.
"Remove what's left of your clothes." Lee Yoon instructs, eyes glittering. "I want to see all of you." Moo Seok fiddles with the hem of his baji, nerves kicking in again. He can't remember the last time someone saw him completely bare, and the way the Prince is looking at him makes him feel so vulnerable he can't stand it. It's so unlike him, so opposite of what he's always known. But why is this feeling so addictive? Why is the loss of control so enticing? Moo Seok has no idea, but all he can do is slowly slip his pants down and toss them aside, refusing to meet the Prince's eyes as he lies there, completely exposed.
"Moo Seok.." The prince coos softly, "look at me." He crawls over the swordsman, supported by his forearms, not letting his full weight rest on him just yet. Moo Seok gulps, then forces himself to do as told. When he meets the Prince's gaze, he's nearly overcome by it. There's fervent adoration in those deep orbs, as well as a few other things he can't quite name. Moo Seok feels desired, more so than ever, and when the Prince moves to kiss him again, he leans into it, letting it deepen immediately as Lee Yoon finally lays down completely on top of him, the weight surprisingly comforting.
Lee Yoon takes his time exploring, mapping out the expanse of Moo Seok's chest, torso, and stomach. He experiments with different techniques, seeing what gets the best reactions, then exploits his new knowledge to the fullest extent. Lips press firm kisses, teeth scrape at hardened lines, tongue swirls around hardened peaks and dips into ridges and curves. Moo Seok is on fire by the time the Prince reaches the core of his body, little shivers crawling their way up his spine. Lee Yoon moves away for a moment, retrieving a small jar filled with some kind of sweet-smelling liquid. It appears to be slightly oily, and Moo Seok decides not to ask what it is. He's fairly certain he can guess what it's for, and that's knowledge enough for him at the moment.
The Prince removes what's left of his own clothes, slipping back into his previous position, looking up Moo Seok with a smirk. He sets the jar within arm's reach, and proceeds to press firm kisses along the swordsman's hipbones. Lee Yoon is already addicted to the salty tang of the man's flesh, and he can smell his arousal, the musky scent slowly driving him mad. It's killing him to go slow like this, his own cock lying throbbing between his legs, but dear God, it's worth it. The way Moo Seok trembles at his touches, soft moans spilling from those thick, inviting lips that are already red from the Prince's heated kisses. The way the swordsman tries to hide how aroused he really is, how hard he tries to remain stoic despire his body betraying him. It's everything Lee Yoon had hoped for, and he can't wait for the moment when the facade is given up entirely, when Moo Seok finally breaks apart for him, beautifully and completely.
The Prince takes a good, long look at the swordman’s impressive length, and decides it might be his new favorite plaything. He takes it in hand, testing the feel of it against his palm, humming softly at the velvety hardness throbbing in his grip. He doesn’t take too much time to admire though, as he’s far too anxious to taste. Moo Seok’s back is arching at the sudden onslaught of pleasure, and Lee Yoon decides to get on with it, taking the tip into his mouth and humming happily at the taste. His tongue swirls around the ridge, then his lips press into the shaft as he takes in more, going as far down as he can before slowly coming back up, looking up at his swordsman between his lashes.
Moo Seok thinks he might be on the brink of combustion, he’s not really certain. The Prince picks up the pace, tongue swirling expertly with every stroke, sinful mouth curled against the swordsman’s length, and he’s never felt anything like it. Moo Seok isn't sure he can take much more, but the Prince doesn’t stop, just keeps sucking and lapping at him like his cock is the best thing the man has ever tasted in his life. After what seems an eternity of exquisite torture, Lee Yoon reaches for the jar, dipping two fingers into the substance and pulling off of Moo Seok’s arousal. “Spread your legs for me, Moo Seok.” It’s a command, one that the swordsman is embarrassed to obey, but doesn’t dare refuse. It’s far too late now.
The swordsman spreads himself wide open, and Lee Yoon presses down on one of his thighs, keeping him in position. He traces the outside of Moo Seok’s entrance, which causes the poor man to almost seize up in shock. “Relax, swordsman.” He insists, slipping a finger inside, groaning at the death grip it immediately establishes on his digit. “I won’t cause you harm. Merciful Gods…” he gasps, slipping in another finger, feeling Moo Seok clench down around it, his fingers curling at the mat below. “You are going to feel so heavenly around me…”
The Prince leans in and surrounds Moo Seok’s length with his mouth once again, trying to distract the man from the discomfort that’s currently evident on his face. When a third finger is added, the swordsman moans out loud, the most striking sound he’s made thus far. “Jeon-ah…” his voice is breathy, ragged and thin. “Please, I can take no more of this.” Lee Yoon pulls off with a chuckle, withdrawing his fingers from the suffocating heat. “Neither can I.” The Prince admits, and with no further preamble, he establishes a grip on the swordman’s muscular thighs, and slides into that intoxicating warmth with a choked-off groan.
Moo Seok cries out, not used to such an intrusion, body tensing in response, eyes gritted shut. "Ani, none of that." The Prince chides, already breathless. He leans over his swordsman, speaking sweet words in his ear. "Open up for me, that's it.." Moo Seok whimpers, the sensation so alien to him that it takes a few moments to adjust and breathe properly. But Lee Yoon doesn't rush him, just lets him slowly unwind, whispering calm encouragements in his ear. Once he feels Moo Seok's walls unclench and accept him, the Prince hums, pulling back a bit and rocking back in, testing the waters. "Like this, that's perfect..." Lee Yoon's lips hover over his own, and Moo Seok's arms wrap around the Prince's strong back, fingers grappling for purchase as the man begins to move.
The blood is roaring in Moo Seok's ears, and he clamps his eyes shut, chewing on his bottom lip as the Prince pushes inside him, over and over, in and out until he can't feel anything else. It's uncomfortable at first, not to mention the fact that the swordsman feels so vulnerable like this, so open and exposed. Lee Yoon, on the other hand, is completely lost to the sensation, feeling as if he could write a hundred novels just from this experience alone. He steals hurried, sloppy kisses from Moo Seok as his strokes deepen and elongate, moaning softly as Moo Seok continues to hold him in a vice grip. The Prince stays looming over Moo Seok, his face never more than an inch away, leaning in to speak filth in his ear. It's sensual filth, but filth nonetheless, and the effect is magnificent. "Swordsman, tell me how it feels. I'm so deep inside you, can you feel me?" Moo Seok shudders, unable to speak, soft gasps escaping from between his lips.
"J-Jeon-ah...." he makes a choked sound, color bursting from behind his eyelids at a strong thrust. He has no idea what just happened, but he needs much, much more of it. Moo Seok's fingers dig into Lee Yoon's shoulders, and the swordsman moans loudly, finally beginning to let go of his inhibitions and that well-placed facade, just like the Prince wanted him to. "Yes, Jeon-ah, I feel you...." He gasps sharply, leg muscles tensing at the onslaught of pleasure unlike any he's ever experienced. "Please keep doing that, please..." Moo Seok's head tosses back, thick, jet black hair fanning outward from his head, splayed all over the mat above him. The Prince chuckles, delighted. "This is what I want from you. This is how you should always be for me." He pulls out and slams back in, making Moo Seok's back arch and his eyes pop open wide. He licks the shell of the swordsman's ear, speaking soft and low. "You are mine, Moo Seok. Only I can give you this. Only I know how to please this body." He grunts, leaning back to grab Moo Seok's legs and wrap them around his own waist, smirking down at him. "Say it. Say you're mine."
The angle deepens, and Moo Seok cries out, shuddering all over. He has no choice but to say it, for the words are true. He is owned completely, a slave to the pleasure Lee Yoon gives him, greedy for more. "I'm yours, Jeon-ah." He croaks out, and the words only spur Lee Yoon on. The Prince attacks him with bites and kisses while he slams into him, soft, yet torturous lips claiming Moo Seok's neck and collarbones, sucking at his nipples, nipping at his breastbone. Time disappears, and neither of them are sure just how long it takes, but it barrels into the swordsman like a hard punch to the gut. He forgets how to breathe, an intense feeling of warmth washing over him as he releases between them, hot seed hitting across his own chest. Lee Yoon lets out a growl, pushing into him even harder, as he breathes against the swordsman's neck. "Yes." He curses as Moo Seok's walls flutter and clamp down around him, totally lost in bliss. "Have you any idea how wondrous you are, just like this. Giving everything to me." He stares at Moo Seok intently for several moments before leaning it to claim his mouth once again, moments later spilling his own release deep inside the stunning man beneath him.
Moo Seok lies stunned, breathless, debauched, and drained. His thoughts run amok, and as the moments tick by, he begins to realize truly what just happened. He feels as if he belongs to Lee Yoon now. But if the Prince can make him feel this way....is that a bad thing? The swordsman can't decide, he can't even think clearly. All he knows is the rich scent of the Prince, the seed trickling down his thighs, and the strange feeling of freedom coursing through his veins.
What have I gotten myself into....