The Spoiled Prince || WooSanSang

All About You*

This chapter is completely optional, only read it if you want the spice! If not, just know that they don't go all the way and you can skip to the next chapter which takes up right where the last one left off 

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"Alright, alright," San soothed, taking Yeosang into his arms. Soon, they may not be able to spend time like this so San decided to savour it while he could.

"Can I kiss you, prince?" San asked.

"You have never asked permission before," Yeosang challenged. "Why start now?"

San didn't know. It just felt like he should ask when the prince had just been so close to crying. He didn't look like crying now, though, so San kissed him gently. Slower than usual, taking the time to truly appreciate the privilege of having Yeosang like this.

Yeosang, whose hands clutched onto San's shirt like a lifeline while San gripped Yeosang's waist, pulling him closer. His fingers traced shapes into the skin there. "San," Yeosang breathed when they parted. "I feel..."

Yeosang didn't have to say it--San knew, because he felt the same way. Hot, his whole body telling him he needed more.

San had never pursued anything sexual with Yeosang. Such a thing felt wrong--illegal--no matter how much San may have wanted it. But the way the prince was looking at him was arguably just as illegal. "Will your guard be wondering where you are?"

"I dismissed him for the evening."

San swore under his breath. His resolve was crumbling with each passing second.

"What's wrong?" Yeosang frowned, his expression showing a hint of worry.

"Nothing," San assured him. "It's just..." He groaned. To save himself a response, San kissed him again. He let his hands roam more, and Yeosang was so sensitive. His body responded to every touch. San's lips left Yeosang's to move along his jaw, then down his neck.

"S-San," Yeosang stuttered when San bit lightly at a particularly sensitive spot.

"It's okay, prince. I'll take care of you," San promised. "But tell me if it gets too much."

Yeosang nodded, and then San latched his mouth back onto Yeosang's neck. His hands slipped under the prince's shirt, once again going to his waist. The smooth skin felt hot under his touch.

San knew that the prince was not as delicate as he seemed, yet he still felt the need to be careful. Yeosang wasn't like San's previous lovers. San wanted to make this as pleasurable for him as possible.

When Yeosang seemed to get impatient, San relented. He noticed the way the prince's pants had become constricted. "You are aroused." San grinned inwardly at his ability to excite the prince so quickly.

"Yes," Yeosang said. "It has been happening m-" This time, he stuttered when San's hands moved to his thighs. "More frequently lately."

That piqued San's interest. "And who are you thinking about when it happens?"

Yeosang didn't answer, not immediately.

San used a teasing tone to mask his desperation to know the answer. "Answer the question, prince."

"Sometimes Wooyoungie," Yeosang admitted.

San's grip tightened, but not enough to hurt. "And who else?" The prince's attraction to the guard was obvious, but he still needed to know.

"You..." Yeosang whispered.

San drew in a sharp breath. The thought of an innocent Yeosang getting aroused while thinking about him...