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PART - II
The ambience grew quieter as the minutes slipped away, the space within feeling warmer. The candles burned brightly, their blaze in a glazed concoction, providing luminosity to every corner of the chamber. The gentle breeze outdoors seemed to carry the nocturnal charm within her arms, cradling the moonlight close to her breast, letting it frolic amidst the ones that rested at that hour, lost in their lands of sweet fantasies within the shrine of somnolence. Not a soul dared to mar the spell of the night, as she reigned over her empire in silence and solitude, with no one to create any unwanted intervention.
They slided over his exposed back, the motion creating a strong sense of pleasure within him. With his head resting upon his folded hands and his back left bare, he sprawled on his bed, lying on his chest with his hands placed upon the soft pillow underneath. The lower part of his body was embraced with the scarlet robe that he had been wearing, which he had pulled down just till his waist, leaving the upper parts of his body unclothed. And that's the manner in which he laid and enjoyed the rapture of the feeling, the roughness contrasting against the smoothness of his own, the friction erupting a series of emotions within his chest, his mind lurking at corners wherein it shouldn't and lips curling up into a smile that hinted no pure thoughts in any condition.
The personal attendant was careful and highly concentrated towards his task, smearing His Majesty's skin with the oil of his desire, the fragrance filling his nostrils and making him quite dizzy. He had taken an instant liking to the scent, strong and seductive, and had already discovered how it was affecting him, his thoughts and several parts of his body. Yet, he carried on with his work, not daring to pause or end up making it too obvious for the other to get a notion of it.
Park Seonghwa, the pretty prince, hummed lowly, a response displaying immense satisfaction. He was so right about the other's hands being strong, each stroke against his body making him dangle at the edge of emitting a long moan, the pleasure too much to be handled. Seonghwa closed his eyes, sighing, and to say that he didn't want to venture further would be a lie.
He was just waiting for the perfect moment.
"It's done, Your Majesty," he heard the boy say, the hands lifting up from his back, "Just as you had asked for."
Seonghwa raised himself, lifting his chest off the surface and turned his head to face the lad, his eyes glinting with visible mischief. He eyed the boy carefully, the strong gaze of his capturing the other's, a lazy smirk now making it's way through the corners of his lips.
"Excellent," he whispered, making a slight change in his position, now lying on his left arm, slowly turning towards the other and the front portion of his body coming in vision. Seonghwa's eyes did not leave Hongjoong's, as he continued to look at him with the unfazed shine of mischief within his orbs, the smirk intact.
"Uhm," Hongjoong didn't know what to say, now that he was directly under the powerful gaze of the royal, "May I leave, Your Majesty?"
The words seemed to shift something within the other. Hongjoong tugged at his lower lip, gripped tightly under his teeth, as he watched the prince sit up on the bed, his upper body completely exposed, glistening under the beams of the candlelights all around, the lubricant splattered across his skin and making him shine even more. The red robe was now covering just his private areas, his legs bare and spread in front of him languidly. His body was lithe, frail and fragile, and now that he was almost bare, every dip and curve of his beautiful form was vivid. He was just a ravishing sight, and there could be no further argument about it.
