Crafting The Lust

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TW:- Nsfw content

The darkness consumed everything, midnight moon sheltering in the sky, though the chamber of king dimly ignited and little sounds of hustle could be heard. Felix's eyes glittered, as his heart thrummed in helplessness. His mind wandering to somewhere, nowhere, he seemed to forget he was here to serve.

Hyunjin's gaze darted to the painter between his limbs, trembling and procrastinating what he was going to do. He hadn't said his words about how he'd going to please the King, just getting on his knees, just being between his legs probably wasn't enough to please the majesty.

Hyunjin's lips parted, hand extended to grab the painter's jaw, he forced Yongbok to look at him, "Creat your masterpiece yongbok? What are you thinking?" His voice low, deep, sending ripples into the Yongbok's ear, Felix coming back to the place where he was made eye contact with the kind. Hyunjin's eyes scrunched, "or would you rather see the masterpieces I'd make to your little guest who you begged to visit here?"

Felix immediately began to panick, his eyes widening in pure fear and tremors. His breath were uneven as he tried to speak, "Forgive me your highness," his voice broke, "I am willing to please you, your majesty.... I'm willing to serve you, I'm willing to do anything you'd ask me to do..."

Hyunjin chuckled lowly, a slow, menacing sound that crawled beneath Felix's skin and made him shiver. It wasn't a laugh born from amusement—it was power laced with possession, the sound of a predator knowing his prey had just surrendered.

"Anything?" he echoed, tilting his head ever so slightly, his dark hair spilling across his shoulder like a silken curtain. His thumb traced the line of Felix's jaw, then pressed just under his chin, tilting his face higher.

Felix nodded shakily, lips parted slightly, eyes glassy with unspoken fear and anticipation. "Anything," he whispered again.

A flicker of satisfaction passed through Hyunjin's eyes. He leaned back slightly, propping himself against the plush cushions of his throne-like seat, one leg bent just enough to give Felix space—space that felt more like a cage than an invitation. His fingers didn't leave Felix's skin, drifting down to the delicate line of his throat.

"Then stop trembling like a leaf," he said, voice still low but sharper now, authoritative. "You called yourself a painter, didn't you? Then show me your art. I want to feel it."

Felix's hands, though cold and slightly unsteady, moved toward Hyunjin's thighs. His breath hitched as he lowered himself further, face mere inches away from the king's heat. His thoughts were a storm—of shame, of humiliation, of a twisted yearning he couldn't quite name. He knew he wasn't here by choice, yet something about the way Hyunjin held him—possessed him—burned deeper than just fear.

"Good boy," Hyunjin murmured, his fingers now laced into the soft blonde strands of Felix's hair. "You'll make something divine tonight. And if you fail…" he smiled, eyes gleaming with cruel delight, "I'll make sure your guest pays for your lack of inspiration."

The threat wrapped itself around Felix's spine like a vice, and he exhaled shakily before finally leaning forward—submitting, painting his first stroke in the masterpiece Hyunjin demanded, not with brush or ink, but with lips trembling against sin.

The chamber stayed silent, except for the sounds that followed—raw, slow, and intimate—like a symphony composed in the dark. A scene painted not on canvas, but on the body of a king.

Hyunjin hushed,pleasure surrounded him as the painter's pretty plump lips wrapped around his length. Yongbok hadn't proceeded to do anything, just frozen at the moment, feeling pathetic yet pleased too. He didn't know what to do, call it inexperienced, or call it hesitation. Though he soon after pulled out, heart beat rose to an octave.