Royal Duty [Minjoon]

13th part

"I ordered you to kiss me Kim Namjoon."

"B-But my prince...." the boy tried, backing away from the younger male's demanding glance, the prince didn't listen though. Instead, he shot forward just to once again regain his grip on the taller boy's wrists, staring him into the eyes and smirking, all before he used the grip around the servant's hands to push the boy unto the ground beneath them. Namjoon could honestly not say if the continuous smirk from the handsome prince was charming, or if it was a threat. He did feel it to be the latter though, considering that the way the younger boy stared at him, made shivers run through his whole body and the only thing going through his mind was also the one thing he at the moment was unable to do: get up and run.

"It should be a said rule shouldn't it?" The prince whispered in his ear. Because he now was using his body to hold the taller male down, the prince could freely move his hand up other's growing black locks, caressing a hand through them. "It should be a rule that you should obey your master at all times. Don't you think so?" The prince giggled airily as he saw how the servant shrunk himself underneath his grip. "And Kim Namjoon, aren't I your master?" He asked, forcing the older's averted eyes to look at him. The smirk had disappeared from his face, and the older now found himself staring into a pair of cold, dark colored eyes, belonging to a prince who was biting his lip harshly and staring at him with an unreadable expression expression. "Y-Yes, my prince you are." He answered back hesitantly, not really knowing if calling the crown prince by the title "Master" was actually something he should be doing or not. "Then Namjoon, you should know what to do." The royal told as he slowly moved away from the other frame, giving him the chance to regain himself as he stood up on a pair of shaky legs. "Are you sure about this your highness?" The servant mumbled with a slight red color tinting his tan cheeks. At that, the prince had finally lost his long lasting composure "Just kiss me", he demanded with an impatient roll of his eyes. With those words of confirmation the older moved a small step closer to the royal. The prince did the same and before Namjoon knew it, the young prince took a tight grip around his shirt collar, and they kissed

It was a two sided situation. Jimin kissing the servant with passion, eyes closed and a the grip on the taller male's sluggish clothes hardening for every second of the kiss. It also worked to keep the other in place as he tried to slowly depart their lips from each other. The other side was the confused servant, who knew that he shouldn't be doing this and should definitely not be enjoying it. Unfortunately he did both and he couldn't't fear for his life more. It had been the prince's orders and he knew better than to defy them, but as the kiss deepened, the servant found his body trembling with fear. Afraid that someone would see them and misunderstand, afraid that the cruel king would not have mercy on him this time.

As time passed of the two kissing, Namjoon felt himself relax more and let the prince take over the situation, pressing their clothed bodies closer. It was obvious that both males were inexperienced in the field of kissing, the prince using the knowledge he had from reading romance books,  biting down on the older male's lip to try to take the kiss further and the older who was so clueless in the situation that he simply puckered his lips and let the other do the work. After a while the two departed. The prince smiling so brightly that his eyes had turned to tiny slits, and the color on the servant's face equally red as the color of a tomato.

"I-I.... Sorry....it's m-my first time." The servant stuttered, obviously flustered by the situation that had unfolded. "Kim Namjoon don't make me kiss you once more." The shorter told seriously, biting down on his lips while carefully eying the slumped frame of te older male in front of him. "Thank you Namjoon." He told after a while, smiling a bright smile that the servant would have claimed not seeing for a long time due to the intense mood of the situation that had just unfolded. "I have to get going. I am sure my father expects me in the royal throne room to discuss.... my marriage." Jimin shrugged slightly as he said the last part. Not fully believing it, nor wanting it. Before the older got to say anything more, the prince dismissed himself and had started walking away, towards the royal throne room.

A hand unconsciously made it's way up to Namjoon's lips and a new bright red tint spread across his cheeks.

"I would've never expected the prince's servant to be a slut." A voice sounded from the end of the hallway.