Crafting The Lust

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When the whole world falls asleep, the two human beings breathe into each other. Their heavy and shaky breaths created masterpieces within silence that echoed volumes, too powerful.

Their damp sweaty bodies stick to each other, their whimpers and heavy breaths speak to each other and the pleasure.. undeniable pleasure compliments to each other.

Hyunjin's fingers traced on the painter's silky hair, tugging it behind his ear, as he watched the mess of whimpers and moan underneath, too pretty yet shattered in a way.

Felix firmly held the king's arms, his body shaking within each thrust, bottoming him out, hitched his breath. Every last stroke made him feel lightweight yet pleasurable sensation clouding over his head.

His eyes rolling back in a sinister way as the king pulled his length all out just to slam it with a rougher and deeper pace. Felix gasped within a whimper, his nails digging into the king's muscles.

A satisfied grin lingering on Hyunjin's lips as he observed the painter, the embodiment of his lust ...the crafter and creator of his every dreams, lewd thoughts and... something that he couldn't quite name.

"Your majesty ~" Felix squirmed under the king, his voice thick, stuck in the middle of his throat. The sheets beneath him were rather soft, though the king's body wasn't the softest, it was smooth but hard at the same time, clinging to him as if he was the life.

Hyunjin's gaze softened, lowering to meet his gaze with the painter, his trembling figure approaching to push the king away at the same time deficient of enough strength.

"What happened?" Hyunjin groaned, thrust pushing the painter to a haze where he was trapped in a way.. though Felix had no idea why he even called Hyunjin, maybe he was letting the king know that he was trapped in the daze, or maybe trying to moan the king's name through his lips.

Yes, he forgot everything right there. He forgot the purpose of what led him to do this, to submit himself to the king..it was for the majesty's mercy, to make sure his visitor's well being but at that moment he forgot that he even had a visitor.

Chan was probably suspicious, anxious or just tired by now. As it was already past midnight. Yongbok had assured him that he'd be safe and all but didn't exactly promise Chan that he'd come back any soon instead he asked Chan to get out of there as soon as the sun rose. In a way he was distracting the king so Chan could have an easy way out. He just hopes Chan will understand it.

"You have gone silent, pretty.." the king whispered, yongbok wasn't completely silent he was constantly whimpering and moaning, but the King depicted Yongbok's word which was nowhere stuck in his gut.

Felix whimpered, pushing his hand around the king's neck as he struggled to push his body up, to meet Hyunjin's. Hyunjin smirked as he himself pulled the painter, standing on his feet and for sure Felix didn't intend for it.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Felix's eyes widened as his body left any surface, clinging to the king's arms.

Hyunjin didn't answer, though the smirk was dancing on his lips. Felix moaned as the king squeezed his ass, adjusting the painter on his dick. "No-no.." Felix stammered, voice cracking as he clung onto the King's shoulders, eyes wide with dread yet clouded with pleasure, his legs dangling helplessly in the air.

Hyunjin didn't reply.

He merely shifted his grip, hands planted firmly under Felix's thighs, muscles flexing with unnatural strength, as if the painter weighed nothing to him. That smirk-the one so devilishly carved into his face-never faltered. It was the kind of smirk that promised destruction, but also protection. The kind that made Felix tremble and trust all at once.