Dokja lingered at the fountain for a moment, arguing with himself whether or not to go check on the prince. On one hand, the prince may have just had too much to drink. On the other hand, he may actually be suffering from something, and it seemed like Dokja was the only other person in the area to help.
Going back and forth with himself for the next minute, he saw that Joonghyuk was still hunched over himself and reluctantly pushed himself from the fountain, leaving behind his temporary safe bubble.
He went back inside the manor to the hall the prince was in and approached the man slowly. Dokja tried calling out to him, asking if he was okay, but got no response back. Now a bit more concerned, he gently placed a hand on Joonghyuk's shoulder, only for a hand to come up to his chest and roughly push him towards the wall.
"It's you..." Joonghyuk heaved out, and took his hand from Dokja's chest, making him breathe a sigh of relief. However, after doing so, Joonghyuk's body lurched forward, as if he was going to fall, so his hand shot out again to tightly grasp Dokja's arm for support.
"Your Highness, are you....ok?" Yoo Joonghyuk didn't grace him with a response, but he didn't need to as he started panting, his eyes getting half-lidded. From where he grasped his arm, Dokja could feel his hand was hot and sweaty.
Dokja went to put his palm on the prince's forehead, but Joonghyuk quickly pulled away from him. "Don't touch me," he panted out before turning away. Dokja ignored him and went to check his temperature again. Joonghyuk looked at him angrily, "Did you not hear me?"
Dokja huffed at him, "I did, but you're sweating, and you can barely walk." He knew he was the last person that the prince wanted to see, but it's not like he could just leave him here in this condition. "Let me take you to your chamber..." Dokja said and was about to put his arm on Joonghyuk's shoulder when he was pushed away again.
Joonghyuk drew a short blade from his coat and pointed it at the other man. Glaring, he spat out, "Leave me alone, don't you need to return to that woman?" the prince spat out. "What do you even want?''Joonghyuk bared his teeth at him, refusing to back down even in his weakened state. Kim Dokja clicked his tongue, tired of doing this song and dance every time they met. Why couldn't this bastard just let him help already?
"What about you, Your Highness? If you really want to kill me, why don't you do it already? I'd be dead and you'd be left here, too weak to do anything until you faint" Dokja was really starting to get irritated. If the prince kept this up, it'd be really hard for him not to just leave the man here.
"Ha? Dying would serve you right after what you've done" Joonghyuk's teeth were clenched together in a mocking grimace.
"Your Highness, for the very last time, I didn't poison Lady Seolh–"
"It doesn't matter if you did it or not, you don't deserve her forgiveness, after everything you've done to her, to us."
"…"
Dokja's words died in his throat. Even when he tried opening his mouth, nothing came out. He lowered his head and bit his lip. No, this was nothing new, he was used to this already. It didn't matter how many times Yoo Joonghyuk insulted him, it didn't matter how high and mighty the man in front of him may have been. It'd be useless to spill tears over such useless things.
Dokja looked back at the prince, his face emotionless. He wordlessly went over to support Joonghyuk, wrapping his arm around the prince's hip and putting the man's arm over his shoulder. This way, the other man wouldn't be able to fall over again.
"Leave me be," Joonghyuk gritted out, trying to pull away from the heir's hold on him.
"No...I will take you to your chamber and leave right away, this is no time for you to be a stubborn child, Your Highness" Dokja sighed out, already worn out from this encounter. Joonghyuk grumbled and continually tried to pull away as Dokja slowly dragged him further down the hallway.
While he didn't know the layout of the manor, he just hoped that he would stumble across a random guestroom that he'd be able to dump the prince in already. After making their way through the castle for a bit, Joonghyuk suddenly stopped walking.
Dokja turned to him questioningly, but Yoo Joonghyuk simply stared at him with a serious face, an unidentifiable emotion in his eyes. Dokja felt awkward, everything was too quiet, and he realized just how close he was to the crown princes.
"Your Highness---MHM!"
Suddenly, Joonghyuk's lips were on his. Dokja's eyes widened in shock, his feet nailed to the spot. His brain couldn't seem to operate. Joonghyuk roughly grabbed Dokja's waist and pulled him closer. He moved his tongue, licking Dokja's lips as if asking for access to his mouth. Dokja, still unresponsive, didn't react to his advances.
Frustrated, he bit Dokja's lower lip.
Dokja gasped, the sharp pain jump starting his mind again, but it allowed Joonghyuk's tongue to enter. Dokja was helpless to the sensation of their tongues swirling together, their saliva mixing in his mouth as he struggled to form coherent thoughts. Joonghyuk tightened his grip on Dokja's waist so he couldn't escape.
As Dokja separated their mouths to heave in a large breath, Joonghyuk grabbed his nape and forced their lips to lock together again. Dokja gripped Joonghyuk's arm tightly, he was quickly losing air and needed to separate.
But the man was relentless and refused to take the cue, so he could do nothing but begin hitting the prince on his chest. However, Joonghyuk seized his hands and gripped them beside his head, so Dokja had no choice but to accept everything Joonghyuk gave him, the pleasure overwhelming him.
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Joonghyuk pushed him against the bedroom door as soon as it was shut, his body caging him in, and they continued to kiss as if they were starving for each other. One hand was holding Dokja's waist while the other was on his nape,and Dokja had wrapped his arms around the prince's neck. It was like their bodies were glued together.
Dokja could feel his body being filled with a strange warmth as he clung to the man. Joonghyuk's lips moved to his neck, leaving Dokja's lips red and puffy. He tilted his head to allow him more access as the prince began biting and sucking his skin. If he was lucid, he would've been worried about the hickeys that would show up. Dokja then felt something hard poking at his stomach.
Looking down, he could see something big bulging from Joonghyuk's pants. His body got hotter thinking about it, and he could feel himself starting to harden too. The two bodies separated for a bit and Dokja squeaked as Joonghyuk's hands slid up his body, untying his corset. His hands slipped under Dokja's shirt, the heir leaning into his touch as it traveled from his stomach to his chest.
Reaching Dokja's hard buds, Joonghyuk squeezed and rubbed them repeatedly, driving Dokja crazy. Dokja closed his eyes tightly and bit his lower lip to stop himself from moaning, a wave of heat traveling to his groin. Out of nowhere Joonghyuk picked him up, and Dokja wrapped his legs around the man's chest instinctively.
He closed his eyes and relished the kisses that Joonghyuk was placing on his neck, not realizing when the man had put him on the bed. Softly laying the heir down on the bed, Joonghyuk's kisses traveled down his body. When he felt the prince's hand on the waist of his pants, Dokja lifted his head to see what he was doing.
He blushed upon seeing that Joonghyuk had already unbuttoned his pants, revealing the prominent bulge in his underwear, a wet spot on the tip. Dokja sat up and held out his hand.
"W-, D-Don't go there," but Joonghyuk ignored him and pulled out Kim Dokja's cock instead. He wailed out at the stimulation, but quickly covered his mouth. Joonghyuk looked at him, a sadistic glint in his eyes.
"Why? You're hard." Dokja could do nothing but suppress the snarl that was going to escape his mouth when seeing the hunger in Joonghyuk's eyes. He was about to object but, Joonghyuk tightened his hold on his pulsing cock. He abruptly shoved Dokja back onto the bed and pulled his pants and underwear off in one swift motion, throwing them into some corner of the room.
Before Dokja could protest, Joonghyuk started inserting his finger into his hole, making Dokja tighten his body. The intruding finger made him uncomfortable, his body protesting its entrance, and Joonghyuk appeared to feel the same way. The prince went over to pull out a small bottle from the side of the bed drawer and poured the liquid onto Kim Dokja's hole and his own fingers, the lube cold to the touch. Yoo Joonghyuk then continued pressing his finger into
Dokja's hole, making sure to spread the lube inside his body. He tried not to mewl as Joonghyuk's finger thrust into his hole, sending shivers down his spine. Without even pausing, the prince added another finger and started stretching his insides, scissoring his fingers. Dokja's toes curled as his body arched off the bed, tears began to form in the corners of his eyes.
All that could be heard in the room is Dokja's moaning and the squelching of the lube; he didn't even realize that he was capable of making such noises. Joonghyuk alternated between deep and shallow thrusts, occasionally removing his fingers completely before diving back in. As he sped up his fingers, Dokja held on to the bed sheets for dear life,losing count of how many fingers the prince had inserted into him after a bit.
"A-Ah...ngh!" he loudly moaned out as the prince's fingers brushed against a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves inside him. Joonghyuk's eyes gleamed deviously, making sure to prod at the spot repeatedly after seeing Dokja's reaction. Dokja didn't know what to do with himself, one part of him wanted to escape from the irresistible pleasure while the other part wanted nothing but to give himself up to it. His body tensed up as he squirmed around, though
Joonghyuk stilled him, placing a firm hand on his hip.The prince bent down and licked his neck, kissing away his tears. Dokja thought that his sweet torture had come to an end when he felt Yoo Joonghyuk slow his fingers, but the man put his mouth next to his ear and softly murmured.
"We're not finished."
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Kim Dokja was exhausted, his chest heaving and covered in his cum. He didn't have any more energy to cry out or flail around. Knowing that he looked like a mess at this point, he looked at the perpetrator with hooded eyes and noticed Joonghyuk removing his clothes, revealing his toned muscles and scarred body.
But the thing that was hiding in his pants was a whole other story. Dokja felt his eyes bulging from his head when his eyes landed on Yoo Joonghyuk's cock. It stood tall and twitching, he could see the veins running through it, and the head was an angry red ; it was literally a weapon. He recoiled when Yoo Joonghyuk started to approach him and tried to flee, but his legs were too weak to move. Yoo Joonghyuk caught his legs and spread them open, exposing his puckered hole.
Yoo Joonghyuk poured a generous amount of lube over his cock and Dokja's hole again and started bringing it closer to Dokja's entrance. When the head was touching his entrance, Kim Dokja swallowed nervously and looked at Yoo Joonghyuk.
"Y-your H-highness t-thats....not....gonna f---."
"Deep breaths," the prince grunted out as he slowly started inserting his cock in, making him feel the burning stretch of his hole. Kim Dokja's body was wracked with hot shivers and his tears started to fall as the cock deepened, trying his best to follow the prince's command but still gasping for air. Yoo Joonghyuk put his hand on the heir's waist and slowly guided his cock deeper. Dokja scratched Yoo Joonghyuk's forearm, not having anything else to latch onto.
Looking between the two, he was greeted with the erotic sight of his own entrance wrapped tightly around Joonghyuk's cock, which had only entered half-way in.
He glanced at Yoo Joonghyuk through tearstained eyelashes as the man paused his hips for a moment to let him get used to his size. Dokja was able to use it to catch his breath and adjusted his body, marginally calmer as he felt his hole adjust and stretch around the prince's length. After a few more moments of the two catching their breaths, Yoo Joonghyuk switched their positions, so he was sitting on the bed with Kim Dokja on his lap, his cock still impaled in his hole. The man wrapped his arms tightly around Dokja, who thought that he was comforting him.
However, his eyes quickly opened when YJH abruptly pushed him down and forced the rest of his cock into Kim Dokja's hole. Dokja's body instantly tensed and arched from the shock, his mouth open as he screamed in silence while his eyes watered.
He could feel every inch of the prince's length stuffing him, but he hadn't even recovered when Joonghyuk pulled his whole body off only to drop him all the way down, stuffing him to the brim again. Yoo Joonghyuk kept slamming it in, leaving Kim Dokja helpless as he bounced on his cock, drooling and crying. His legs trembled as Yoo Joonghyuk's cock twitched inside him, a small bump visible on his stomach everytime the prince thrusted in.
Dokja screamed when he hit his prostate . There was no way Prince Joonghyuk was in his right mind right now; he probably drank an aphrodisiac or some other potion.
"What the fuck did you even take, you bastard?" he asked as he reached to place a shaking hand on the prince's cheek. He didn't know how he got here or why he was doing it with this bastard right now. But Yoo Joonghyuk nuzzled into his hand, kissed him breathless, stopping him from asking any more questions.
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"A-augh, m-more please~" Dokja wailed out. He was laying on his chest, his ass in the air while his arms lay limp by his side.
Yoo Joonghyuk knelt behind him on the bed, plunging in his hips like a madman. Hickeys and bite marks littered Dokja's body and cum was dripping from his hole with every thrust. They've been going at for what felt like hours now and the prince still had no plans to stop, even though his whole body was tired, and he couldn't even cum anymore .
Every time Yoo Joonghyuk sensed that he was about to fall asleep, the bastard would hit his overstimulated prostate, prolonging his suffering. Dokja wasn't able to think anymore, just moaning and drooling stupidly at every thrust. At this point they'd already done it on every surface of the room, ending up on the sofa.
He looked over his shoulder at Yoo Joonghyuk as he struggled to slur out his words, "Your...ahh.....H-Highess...NGH!!... p-please...ngh~…" the prince just sped up, holding his two arms backward and moving his hips like a piston. Kim Dokja's eyes immediately rolled back, "A-h, ahh, aah".
He was so preoccupied with YJH cock that he completely forgot about the banquet and how he got there. When he felt something else prodding his entrance, he realized the prince thrust in his thumb next to his still-moving cock.
Right as he was about to cum, the bastard squeezed the base of his cock, kissing him deeply to silence his whine. When their lips parted, he begged, "LET ME CUM PLEASE!!" as tears streamed down his cheeks.
Yoo Joonghyuk just kissed him deeply again, their tongues entangling with each other, forcing Kim Dokja to sob into Yoo Joonghyuk's mouth. When they finished their kiss, Joonghyuk's lips moved to Dokja's shoulder and bit him hard, leaving a deep mark that he started sucking.
Joonghyuk noticed him gasping and trembling but didn't stop, wanting to hear him whine more. Instead, he embraced him from behind and pushed himself deeper. The next time Dokja came, his vision went white and he almost fainted. His cock, overstimulated, didn't even release anything.
Kim Dokja just clung to Yoo Joonghyuk as the man pounded into him and prayed that he would be finished soon, since his body couldn't take it any more. As his vision darkened, he could feel the prince driving his cock in harder and harder, his teeth gritting as he chased after his own release. Closing his eyes his prayers were finally met as he was finally allowed to fall asleep, the last thing he felt was the rush of hot liquid filling up his body one more time.