"The Second Ruler" {Completed} (Yoon-Min)

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Yoongi was taken aback by the sudden plea, his heart aching at the raw vulnerability in Jimin’s voice.

He stared at the prince,'s face, his thumb gently brushing away a stray tear.

In that moment, he decided to be selfish. For once, he would indulge in his own desires, if only to bring a fleeting happiness to his beloved.

He lifted the alluring prince into his arms, their eyes never breaking contact, and carried him towards the mattress.

The ceremony loomed hours away, but for now, they had this stolen time.

He laid Jimin gently on the mattress and moved to close the curtains, casting the chamber into a dim twilight.

The sun, now obscured by dark clouds, seemed to mourn with them. In the dim light, they loved each other, forgetting the world outside.

The room was filled with a quiet, intimate atmosphere, jimin's hands trembled as he untied the sash of yoongi's robe, eyes never leaving the guard firm physique.

The air in the room was heavy with anticipation, as if it held all the unspoken words and desires that had been building between them for day's.

"I'll be gentle," Yoongi reassured the prince, who shook his head, his eyes filling with tears.

"Love me, love me roughly, harshly, leave marks on me so that I can remember this beautiful memory for the rest of my life. I don't want to forget it too early, Yoongi, I don't."

Jimin's words pierced Yoongi's heart, making it ache with a pain that was both sweet and unbearable.

He leaned in, his lips capturing Jimin's in a soft, gentle yet frantic kiss, fueled by the knowledge that this could be their last stolen moment together.

"Let me show you without roughness, how to remember this moment for the rest of your life,"

he whispered, his hands roaming over Jimin's body, memorizing every curve and dip.

Clothes were discarded haphazardly, forgotten in a pile on the floor as they explored each other with fevered urgency.

Skin against skin, they melted into one another, losing themselves in a sea of sensation and emotion.

Jimin tugged at Yoongi's hair, urging him closer, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Yoongi's lips trailed down Jimin's neck, leaving a path of soft kisses that turned into nips and bites as he reached the sensitive spot where neck met shoulder.

Jimin arched his back, a soft moan escaping his lips. "Ahh~"

The prince's eyes half-closed, lost in the sensation. Yoongi's hands moved lower, cupping Jimin's firm ass and pulling him closer.

He could feel younger's hardness pressing against his own, a mute testament to their desire.

He ground against Jimin, a slow, sensuous movement that had them both gasping.

When Yoongi finally entered him, it was slow and torturous. Each inch felt like an eternity as they fought to keep their moans muffled.

This act was forbidden - not just because of Jimin's impending marriage but because of who they were - two powerful men whose love could bring about their downfall.

But in this moment none of that mattered. All that existed was the overwhelming need to be connected -

physically and emotionally -

before everything changed irrevocably.

They moved together in perfect synchrony;

a dance born from years of practice and unspoken understanding.