The Princes Street Rat

3 - It's far from over

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The room was filled with wet slapping noises till the diamond rooftops.

Muffled cries were next and not long after the prince's huffed breathes and broken pieces of moans and groans followed. Minho held his word as went in as hard as he possibly could after the first slide in. He was pleased that he was wide enough to give him easy access, his entire member engulfed by him yet tight enough to give him a pleasurable suction with every movement in and out.

Jisung on the other hand was a slave to his every movement. His eyes were full of mist from the intensity and speed of his movements. The sight of Minho's ample chest were tempting right at his view. Soft yet firm, he needed them at his grasp.

The prince really was a sight for sore eyes, incredibly intoxicating, he wanted him in every way. But for the time being, he settled on leaving tiny scratches at his back to contain his growing need to touch him, like the prince belongs to him only.

Minho's movements slowed down and became sloppy as he approached his high. He pulled out and stroked himself to aid his release on Jisung's body. Almost as if he was making art and using the youngers lithe body as a canvas. The cum felt warm across Jisung's lean torso.

"Done?" Jisung puffed out followed along with quick heavy pants.

"Hardly." He replied, leaving Jisung impressed at the sight of the still stiff member.

"I'm suprised you're this capable." He said as he watched the man's lips, growing needy for them at each passing second.

"There you go being a brat again." Minho scolded.

"Maybe you can tame me with a kiss, just one." Jisung's bright eyes accompanied with a soft smile pleaded Minho. There was something about Minho's lips that enticed him.

"You are asking for way too much. You seem to forget that you are a whore, an ingrate and you have no business being in the presence of royalty. What makes you think you are deserving of a kiss?"

"Because..." he huffed has he propped himself up to face the prince. "Because you put too much value into a kiss. Can't a kiss just be a kiss? Nothing else?"

"You disgust me."

"Do I really?" He teased.

"Keep quiet. You're making too much noise."

"Isn't my noise what you need to boost your inflated ego?"

"Shh." He said as his hand wrapped around his neck, slow but dangerous. Another hand tugged at his leg. Before he began to thrust into him again. The impact of this thrust was filled with a new rage. Maybe him choking him to death made the entire ordeal much more boner inducing.

A cry escaped his lips, a cry constantly broken by each less than gentle thrust.

"Your majesty."
"My lord."
"Your excellency..."

These titles became a thirsty chant, falling like honey off Jisung's lips. He was replied with juxtaposed titles like

"You dog."
"Bastard."
"Dirty little scum."

Which he didn't mind, what mattered was that he came multiple times during and the prince barely gave him anytime to catch himself. And continued to invade into him even when he orgasmed. Only slowing down to place his second hand at his throat to have him at full chokehold. And when it was his turn to release his anger. More preferably on his torso and occasionally, his face.

In the end, Jisung was left exhausted, his legs shook uncontrollably. It seemed like it was all over. Minho stood from the bed to head to the bathroom. Jisung saw this and he felt like bursting into tears.

He needed the prince to be completely tired in order for him to consummate his plan. To do what he actually came to do.

"Calling quits already?" Jisung challenged.

Minho stopped in his tracks and turned to him. "You're the one who seems to be through with it."

"I'm not that languid. I thought you had an even greater appetite than I do. Finish me off so that I am unable to walk for days after."

He sat at all fours, exposing himself to him. A sign that he hadn't given up already.