𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐍

𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙎𝙄𝙓: 𝙍𝙀𝘾𝙆𝙇𝙀𝙎𝙎 𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙎

❝I know you want me. But I want you to tell me. ❞
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Soobin's protests faded into gasps as Yeonjun lifted him with surprising ease, pressing him against the cold, hard stone of the library wall. The prince felt the heat of Yeonjun's arousal against his own, the fabric of their pants the only barrier between them. He knew they were playing a dangerous game, but the thrill of it all was intoxicating.

Yeonjun's hips ground against Soobin's, his cock straining for more. "Please," Soobin whimpered, his body already betraying his desperate need for Yeonjun. The guard's eyes lit up with a mischievous glint, his desire for the prince growing stronger with every breathless plea.

Ignoring the prince's protests, Yeonjun's hands slid down to grip his thighs, lifting him effortlessly until their hips were perfectly aligned. Soobin's legs wrapped around the guard's waist, his body responding instinctively to the passionate embrace. He could feel Yeonjun's hardness through the layers of fabric, the promise of pleasure and pain entwined in a delicate dance that made his head spin.

Yeonjun's hands roamed over Soobin's body, his touch both gentle and commanding. He knew the prince was right, that they had to be careful, but the need to claim him, to show him who he truly belonged to, was a fire in his veins that could not be quenched. He leaned in, his breath hot against Soobin's ear as he whispered, "Let them see, my prince. Let them know that you are mine."

The prince shuddered at the possessive tone, his body responding in a way that was beyond his control. Yeonjun felt the heat of Soobin's cock through the fabric of their pants, and he knew that the prince was just as lost in their forbidden union as he was. He began to rock his hips, the friction sending waves of pleasure crashing through both of them.

Soobin's nails dug into Yeonjun's shoulders, his moans growing louder with every thrust. "Yeonjun," he gasped, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and desire. "We can't do this here."

Yeonjun's teeth scraped against Soobin's earlobe, his voice a seductive rumble. "Why not?" he challenged, his hips moving with a purpose that spoke of his need for dominance. "You're mine, Soobin. And I will take you whenever, wherever I wish."

The prince's body responded to the claim, his own desires melding with Yeonjun's until he could no longer form coherent thoughts.

Soobin's legs tightened around Yeonjun's waist, his pink cupid's bow mouth open in a silent plea as his orgasm built. His eyes squeezed shut, and he bit his lip to keep his cries contained, but the tension in his body was a testament to his impending release. Yeonjun felt the prince's cock pulse against his own, the warmth of his climax seeping through their clothes.

"Look at me," Yeonjun demanded, his eyes piercing into Soobin's. The prince's eyes fluttered open, and he stared into the depths of the guard's gaze, seeing the raw need and passion that mirrored his own. Yeonjun's eyes never left Soobin's as he drove into him, watching the myriad of emotions that played across the prince's face.

Yeonjun felt a possessive instinct surge through him, a primal need to claim Soobin as his own, to show the world that the prince's heart and body belonged to him. But he knew he couldn't, not here, not like this. The weight of their reality was a cold hand around his throat, choking the declaration that begged to be released.

"Soobin," Yeonjun murmured, his own voice strained with desire as he carefully set the prince back on his trembling legs. The room felt like it was spinning around them, the candlelight casting an eerie glow on their flushed faces. Soobin's eyes searched his, a silent question in their depths. Yeonjun knew the prince was waiting for an apology, for some semblance of regret for their actions. But all he felt was a fierce protectiveness, a need to shield Soobin from the harsh realities of their world.

Soobin's legs gave out beneath him, and he leaned heavily against the wall, his body still quivering from the intensity of their encounter. He felt the warm stickiness of their combined releases on his thighs, a stark reminder of the passion that had consumed them. Yeonjun caught him, his arms wrapping around the prince's waist to hold him up. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice thick with concern.

Soobin did not answered and pouted, Yeonjun chuckled softly at the behavior that was so unlike the composed prince he knew. He gently kissed Soobin's forehead, his eyes filled with affection and understanding. "I'm sorry for my reckless act I shouldn't have crossed it," he whispered. "But I couldn't resist you."smirking he added.

Soobin got flustered by Yeonjun's nonchalance and leaned into his embrace, his cheek pressing against the guard's chest. He could feel the steady thump of his heart, a reassuring beat that reminded him of their shared secret.

"I ..its fine, you may know the consequences right?" Soobin murmured, his voice barely audible. Yeonjun nodded, his arms tightening around the prince. He knew the risks they were taking, but the allure of their stolen moments was too great to resist.

In the days that followed, Yeonjun found himself in an internal battle. His duty as a guard was to protect the prince, but his desire to touch and hold him was a constant temptation. He would catch himself staring at Soobin during royal engagements, his hand itching to brush against the prince's skin. The prince's eyes would meet his, and for a brief moment, the world around them would melt away, replaced by the heat of their secret love.

Yeonjun's self-control was put to the test each time they were in close proximity. He would clench his fists at his sides, willing his hands to remain still, even as he felt Soobin's gaze lingering on him. The tension between them grew, a silent symphony of longing that played out in the hallowed halls of the castle. The guard knew that one wrong move could cost him everything, but the magnetic pull of their love was too strong to ignore.

Their secret meetings in the library became less frequent, but no less passionate. Each encounter was a stolen moment, a rebellion against the rigid structure of their lives. Yeonjun had to bite his tongue to keep from calling Soobin endearments during their public interactions, the prince's name on his lips feeling like a forbidden fruit that could never be fully enjoyed. Yet, the prince's eyes held a spark of mischief that told Yeonjun that he was thinking the same thing.

a/n:i will post again next month, that's all byy!