The Princes Street Rat

2 - Golden vase of olive oil

Warning: Smut

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"So this is the prince's most intimate room in the palace? Let me just say, I'm not in the least suprised." The chubby cheeked boy stared in awe at the grandiose of the room.

"Beautiful isn't it? Now strip down." He ordered in monotone as he threw his beaded accessories on the dresser. They clanked violently and he didn't give them as much as a glance.

"Just like that?" He graced himself on the bed before crossing his legs taunting. "I was hoping you'd romance me a little before you rough me up." He teased the scarf on his neck.

"If you don't get out of your clothes by the time I am, I'll have no choice but to tear them off you."

"I have a feeling I might thoroughly enjoy that."

Minho glared at him with his brown eyes reflecting his fury and impatience.

"Fine." He began getting rid of his clothing items, intentionally at a slow pace. The prince was now bare and pulled out a golden vase it bashed it on the nightstand. As soon as he did, the two men were now bare among each other.

The chubby cheeked boys eyes were fixated at the prince just at the sight of his naked glory. He stood in front of him unashamed and tall and proud. Showing no remorse for the fact that his manhood was right at Jisung's eye level.

He smirked at the sight, and now overwhelming with raw lust, Jisung sprung up to his feet to finally taste the lips he had been so thirsty for the whole night. His strawberry tainted lips were about to drink in the royal's flavour when a firm hand stopped him dead in his tracks.

"Don't try that again." Minho's eyes looked down at him.

"Why?" Jisung challenged. "If you aren't aware my lordship, that is what happens after two people get bare. They kiss. I'm sure that comes with years of experience."

"Not today, now lay down and spread your legs."

"Make me." He challenged.

This instantly caused a smile to appear in the corners of Minho's lips. "You asked for it. " he pushed Jisung untop his grandiose bed and pinned him down unto the bed. "Am I handling you well enough?"

"I can still breathe so you do have some faults."

"Let's fix that." Minho released his hold from his chest towards his legs. He placed two firm hands on his legs and pulled them forward as if to expose his butthole to him. Now finally having his legs spread apart, he grabbed the golden vase and poured the contents of it unto his exposed hole. Slick golden oil fell, making the hole glisten under Minho's watchful and satisfied gaze.

"You have no sense of shame, have you?" Jisungs's hot breathe intensified as he noticed Minho's unrelenting gaze at his most intimate of parts. It was concerning yet oddly attractive.

"Shame is for the weak." He said before he inserted one semi slick finger into the exposed hole. Jisung's breath hitched up at the unexpected action. "It's impressive how tight you are..." he inserted the second finger, Jisung moaned. "Two fingers in and you're already falling apart."

"I can handle more than you believe. If you aren't aware, you aren't the first man to have made their mark on me."

"You prove to be a harlot once again. And whoever you claimed to have came in before me must have been a very..." the third finger followed. "...very, small man."

Jisung gripped unto the blankets and clenched his teeth. His breathing hastening as the three fingers began working as a unified body to deliver pleasure in slow then fast movements. He couldn't decide if the foreplay was torture or bliss.

"Uncircumcised, aren't you?" Minho commented as his movements gained a steady pace. "Makes sense for a wretch like you."

"You know that the temple... deemed circumcision as b-barbaric." His sentences were squeezed between clenched teeth to suppress an array of colourful moans. "Besides, between the two of us. I'm the one who can truly feel pleasure like it was intended."

"That isn't very modest. But I have to say I've always been curious at the flavour of an uncircumcised man." Minho brought his head down with the grasp of his member in his hand. He planted a feint kiss on his tip, an ironic sight to Jisung as he refused to kiss his lips earlier. Not long after, the prince consumed his cock whole. His tip now at the back of the royals throat. And he sucked up and down his length.

Jisung was struck by the simultaneous pleasure at his cock and butthole, which the prince hadn't stopped working at. His three fingers tapped at his insides like delicate feet of ballet dancers and the prince's tounge was agile as the rest of him. The younger, whimpered with a hint of suprise or rather confusion in his voice at the overload of stimulation.

He never expected to solely have a man, no less the prince dedicated to serving to his pleasure. Usually, his body was used as a prop for another to reach their high, while his needs were secondary. He was in awe at the sight of the prince on his knees for him without a fight, without shame, without a complain.

"Couldn't you have given me a warning first?" Minho said as his vein ridden hand wiped his lips clean. Jisung looked down in disappointment at the hasty pull out from his pleasure. But once he saw the cum filled lips of the prince he put the two and two together and realised that he came prematurely.

His face reddened at the sight, it was something that he rarely ever did. Or at least consciously tried not to do. Although the prince was raining pleasure unto him like a storm, he didn't think he was that sensitive.

"Now if you're done hyperventilating, I'd like to punish you for your earlier mishaps."

Jisung's slight foggy head began to clear and remembered the entire reason he ended up here. The entire reason the prince picked him among other men and women. The prince seemed to enjoy it when he wasn't so compliant.

"You can try, but I doubt you can satisfy me." He taunted.

"That's ironic coming from someone who can barely hold their own for more than the few minutes I can count at the palm of my hands."

Jisung peeked at the palm of Minho's hands which were busied with his large member, being meticulously stroked. The olive oil causing his penis to seem much more threatening than it already was. Jisung was afraid. Not of the Prince. Rather he was afraid of the intense sexual presence he held, one that was powerful enough to order his body to comform. Yet he had to stay opposable, because that was what the prince wanted.

"Though it will be a long... long time till I'm done with you." He leaned into Jisung– the innocent-eyed mess. The prince's slick member now teased the even slicker hole. Minho was ready for a smooth dive in, one fluid movement and he'd finally have his insides tightly wrapped around him.

He was an impatient being, yet he found it in him to slowly rub against Jisung's parts with his cock. His eyes watching Jisung's expectant expression before he was about to fall apart.