⚜REST WITHIN ME⚜ [Namjin] [Taekook] (Under Editing)

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The prince's eyes grow wider. The hands around Jungkook's nape tightening the hold and both males swallows thickly at the revelation. Namjoon's fingers have gripped the head board as he fucked Seokjin; fast, rough and punishing. His hips rock in a speed, anyone who would've watched them will think Namjoon is a beast who is torturing the beautiful young prince out of borders. His raven hair bangs have stamped to the side locks and nape as sweat has made its way out from his glands. Teeth gritted, spitting irrelevant curses at the younger male, Namjoon's cock is unkindly abusing the prince. But...under his large body, Seokjin's features scream pleasure. The way his whiny moans choke the environment with sex, enjoyment and lust, the way his bright blue eyes are scrunched shut, the way his bruised lips have fallen open to slip some drool from the corners...even the way, his fists have balled around the sheets, toes curled in stimulation and chest ragged in wheezing breaths as he screams the king's name out loud before arching his back off the bed and shooting his cum all over his abdomen—which is also drenched in his own pre-sessions, Taehyung and Jungkook could assume that they have entered at the wrong time being.

Namjoon's moves becomes slow, sloppier in front of their eyes and they see the wild mixture inside the king's eyes glinting as his gaze move towards Seokjin's face from where he, himself is buried within the prince. The smile Namjoon shows isn't pleasant at all, it was kind of passive...as if he enjoys seeing the younger prince whimpering and sobbing in pleasure, pain, amusement and release. Seokjin's legs shake beside Namjoon's hips, but the more his knees attempt to press together, the more Namjoon's thighs open them wider causing him to moan heavily, eyes rolling to the back and fingers flexing numbly.)

-Damn—Namjoon! Give that man some space, brother!
(Taehyung's sudden words startle the men inside the room, including Jungkook who flinches visibly before looking at him. Namjoon's eyes raise to look at the interruption and his expression evokes that he has suppressed a groan and a scowl, as his eyes dart from Taehyung to Jungkook who attempts for a tiny smile.)

-What are you doing here, Taehyung?
(Namjoon straightens his spine—still connected with Seokjin—and runs his fingers through his damped hair and brushes them back, exposing his sweat-coated forehead. The sun-kissed muscles flex as he does the action, veins bulging along his forearms, biceps and the sides of his neck as he chucks his chin up at Taehyung who gives him a mock glare. But under the elder male, Seokjin writhes, drawing his hands towards his chest as his whole body shook with stimulated pleasure)

-What are we doing here? About to do the same thing that you two are doing now. Jeez—lock the door before you start to fuck his ass, Joon! What if someone else have invaded your so-called privacy?

-I'll be persuaded to pluck their eyeballs out! Don't you have any manners to knock before entering?
(Namjoon glares back at his brother who scoffs at him with an irrespective eye roll. But he chooses to ignore the king's words and instead averts his gaze to his best friend)

-He'll break apart if you continue with those thrusts.

-He can—

-I-I can h-handle him, Tae.
(Seokjin's sudden rasped voice groaning at him makes the prince scoff in disbelief. He presses a dramatic hand upon Jungkook's bare heart and gestures him to walk further inside towards the unoccupied beds. But Jungkook has to skip the places where the royals' clothes have dismissed on the ground and at last, places the younger on the bed next to the one occupied with the two lovers.)