Crafting The Lust

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Tw: extreme sexual scene

The body falls for the body, eyes for eyes.

Felix laid on the mattress, quivering, ruined in every way possible. His pieces of fabric were torn apart, hair disheveled, face splotched with dried tears and drool. But lips chanting the mantras of moans and whimpers.

His eyes darted to the king's immense figure, straddled between his spread legs, on his knees, hair tied in a messy bun. A whiff of smoke swirled out from the king's parted lips, as he again took the intoxicating smoke of vape and flared it out from his lips and nostrils.

All together the chamber was consumed by the air of the mixture of the smoke of Hyunjin's vape and the smell of sex. Hyunjin looked down at the ruined beauty, his lips curving into a satisfied grin as if he Finally got the satisfaction he was craving for. A beautiful man under him, completely ruined, heaving his last breath but still asking for more.

The silence enveloped pressing the wall around as Hyunjin's gaze lingered on the painter for a good moment before his lips stretched into an evil smirk, his hand outstretched ahead and another second he poured the ash of his vape on the painter's chest. Felix cried out with the burn, body arched raising above from the mattress as his hand tightly gripped the fabric around.

Hyunjin laughed under his breath, savouring the painter's agony, it was just too satisfying. He then took a large amount of smoke inside his mouth, leaning towards the painter's face. His large hand squished Felix's cheeks forcing him to open his mouth. Felix took all of the smoke of Hyunjin's mouth, coughing heavily, his chest burned with the intoxicating smog.

Felix's eyes watered as he coughed, gasping for air, feeling the heavy, bitter smoke scorch his throat. His chest heaved, lungs fighting against the sensation, yet his gaze remained locked on Hyunjin's, a strange, twisted allure woven into the intensity of his stare. The king’s smirk only deepened, as though reveling in the control he held over Felix, each reaction feeding his dark satisfaction.

Hyunjin's fingers traced lazy patterns across Felix's bare skin, trailing down to the marks he’d left on him, reminders of their shared transgressions etched into Felix’s flesh. His grip was firm yet unhurried, as though savoring each quiver, each shiver that escaped Felix's trembling form. He leaned in close, his mouth hovering by Felix's ear, his breath warm and tainted with the residual hint of smoke.

"Look at you," Hyunjin murmured, his voice low and mocking, fingers sliding down Felix's neck, pressing just enough to make his pulse race beneath the pressure. "My perfect little masterpiece, shattered and begging for more."

Felix's hands clenched, knuckles white as he clung to the fabric beneath him, torn between his own fear and the undeniable pull he felt toward Hyunjin. His voice was barely above a whisper, lips parting in a stuttering breath, "Majesty… I…"

But Hyunjin silenced him with a finger pressed to his lips, a silent command. "You speak only when I allow it," he murmured, amusement flickering in his gaze, twisted with something darker.

In that moment, Felix felt the weight of his own submission, his body responding instinctively to Hyunjin's touch, every nerve electrified, every sense sharpened as he lay vulnerable beneath the king's relentless gaze. It was a dangerous game they played, one that teetered between pleasure and pain, control and surrender.

And as the silence settled over them, heavy and suffocating, Felix found himself surrendering once more, lost in the pull of the king's presence, bound by a desire he could no longer deny.

Hyunjin with the same smug smirk plunged on his lips, giving a small lick to the painter's puckered pink bud, his hand wrapped around Felix's girth, squeezing in a tight hold before he drilled the painter's hole by his throbbing length. Felix arched his back, throwing his head back gasped heavily, as his hole streched and streched giving the space to enter the king's unhumaly large penis.