The preparation process is nothing Jeongguk hasn't already went through back at home.
He keeps his gaze cast downward, not because he's instructed to but because he simply doesn't want to look anyone in the eye while he's being bathed and shaved, rubbed with expensive lotions and oils. There's a person taking his measurements, then the preparations are complete.
They lead him down a long hallway before finally telling him to knock on a large, black door and excusing themselves.
Jeongguk debates trying to make a run for it right now, standing alone in the wide hallway, but he's learned long ago that the hope that comes with trying to resist terrible circumstances is more poisonous than the terrible circumstances are themselves.
He doesn't want to add to the pain he already feels.
So he lifts his closed fist to the door and knocks.
"Come in, pet."
The door is heavy, almost too heavy considering his exhausted and borderline starved state, and when he's finally inside he wastes no time in falling to his knees in a deep bow.
Park Jimin titters at the display.
"Oh, such a good pet I have acquired. Stay down there and crawl to your master on all fours."
Cheeks burning with humiliation Jeongguk does as told, the floor hard and cold until he reaches the rug that's placed in front of the Emperor's bed. Its material is soft, unbelievably so. It makes Jeongguk crave a nap after the terrible day of traveling and being offered as a pet to a feared emperor he's had.
"Come up here, bun. My pet is allowed to join its master on the bed."
Jeongguk climbs on top of the bed, kneeling on the mattress across from the emperor, not really daring to look him in the eyes despite having been given the explicit permission to do so not long ago.
"They brought you to me naked I see." He's giggling again. Jeongguk had not expected Emperor Park Jimin to giggle this much. Though it makes sense, he supposes, considering the abhorrent stuff he's giggling at. "What do they think I'm going to do to you, I wonder..."
The hope that the Emperor is not going to do what's expected of him is quickly expelled when a small hand with strong, ringed fingers and pointy, black nails curls around his soft penis.
Jeongguk gasps, trying not to make a sound.
"How small my pet is. Such a tiny little cock. So useless. It's cute."
He leans forward then, resting the side of his pretty face against Jeongguk's meaty thigh and pouting at the tiny dick he's currently stroking.
Dark oval pupils capture his as Park Jimin looks at him from the corner of his eyes before sneaking the tip of his forked tongue out, flicking it against the head of his dick.
Another gasp escapes Jeongguk's throat, his hands itching to grip the shiny black hair of the emperor - which is fanning across his forehead so beautifully - and use it to push him away or... pull him closer.
Since either action would certainly result in his death however he refrains, gripping the soft, dark red bedsheets instead.
"I did not dare to hope my pet would be this responsive... What a pleasant surprise. Look how quickly its pathetic little cock has started to harden."
The emperor plays with said cock then, changing the rhythm from brutally fast to mercilessly slow, flicking his tongue against the tip or rubbing it against a vein whenever he feels like it, reacting to Jeongguk's reactions with breathless giggles.
