Panting, he gazed into the Crown Prince's eyes. Perhaps it was the hair spilling down over him, but those eyes looked unusually black.
"Are you still tense?"
The Crown Prince asked in a whisper, face to face with him. Hui-seo shrank from the tickling breath scattering against his ear and moved his lips.
Whether or not he had expected an answer, the Crown Prince seemed only to tug at the corner of his mouth in a smile before his hand slipped between the robes.
The large hand, parting the thin robes, swept up past his flank and over his ribs.
"Hhut…"
Hui-seo drew in his breath. The hand caressing his skin was warm as always — was it only the strangeness of the situation?
For no reason, he felt solemn.
He twisted without meaning to, but trapped in the Crown Prince's embrace, he could not move at all.
"Yo—Your Highness…."
Hui-seo called to him in a trembling voice. Instead of answering, the Crown Prince lowered his head and set his lips to the bared collarbone. The small scattered kisses crept slowly upward along the tender flesh.
"Your pulse beats most riotously."
The Crown Prince's lips came to rest at his throat.
Hui-seo lowered his eyes, newly aware of how frantically the pulse buried beneath those lips was racing.
"…….."
Meeting the gaze of Woo Hui-seo, whose eyes kept blinking with mingled longing and tension, Je Hyeon-wi calmly stroked his palm across Hui-seo's chest.
"Ng…!"
Je Hyeon-wi took the stiffened nipple between his fingers and twisted, and Woo Hui-seo writhed, brow knitting.
The delicate lines of his face vanished for an instant, and over them was overlaid a familiar face. It was the face of the one he had wanted to possess — and, failing that, to break.
Woo Hui-seo was the finer-featured beauty, but he knew that at a glance he resembled his elder brother, Woo Hui-won. From the very beginning, that had been one of the reasons he kept Woo Hui-seo at his side……..
"…Your Highness?"
Before he knew it the smile had left his face, and Woo Hui-seo, letting slip heated little sounds, called out to him in a cracking voice.
Rather than soothing Woo Hui-seo with practiced ease or talking his way around the moment, Je Hyeon-wi chose instead to turn him over.
The slender frame turned easily. Pinning down the trembling body, Je Hyeon-wi bit the earlobe where the fine hairs had not yet faded.
"Hheut…!"
The moment his breath touched Hui-seo's ear, Hui-seo shivered between ticklishness and a subtle pleasure and turned his head aside.
The strange chill he had glimpsed a moment ago weighed on his mind. But the Crown Prince's face was hard to see, shadowed by the hair spilling in disarray.
"Why. Would you like me to kiss you again?"
At Hui-seo's turned head, the Crown Prince put whatever construction he pleased on it and asked.
Of course, kissing was good. Twining tongues and sharing breath, his whole body would prickle and tremble, and it felt as though they drew somehow closer.
But the kiss was not why he had meant to look at him, and Hui-seo was just shaking his head to answer when—
"More than a kiss, which we can do anytime—"
"Hhut…!"
"We should do what can only be done tonight."
The Crown Prince's long fingers dug between his lips.
The suddenly invading finger pressed down his tongue and rubbed the roof of his mouth, roaming freely inside. The touch grazing his inner flesh was as frank as a kiss and somehow secretive. Fine hairs rose all over him.
"Juh, huh… juh, hu."
Saliva he could not quite swallow pooled, and through it leaked his muffled, misshapen calling of the Crown Prince's name.
The Crown Prince withdrew the finger he had been stirring as if in answer. The saliva wetting his finger stretched in a long thread. Hui-seo, who had been curling in on himself with rising shame, jerked his head up.
"…Y-Your Highness…."
Before he knew it, his trousers were half off, and the saliva-wet finger had pushed between and touched the secret place.
"Did I not just say? Not a kiss — let us do what can only be done tonight."
The gathered place opened.
At the fingers stirring through his flesh — a foreign sensation he had never felt in his life — the heart that had been floating as if walking on clouds, even as they kissed just now, came back down. In its place settled a lightning-struck reality.
"…Could you still kiss me?"
It seemed that would ease his nerves a little, as it had before.
Hui-seo looked at him, forcing his pounding heart to settle.
"Begging for a kiss when you can hardly breathe. …My concubine, you are a handful."
Nipping lightly at the nape of his neck in reproach, the Crown Prince nonetheless lowered his head meekly and kissed him. Through the parted lips, the wet flesh drove in almost overwhelmingly.
At the feeling of the bent finger spreading the inner walls and pushing inward, Hui-seo flinched, and the Crown Prince's tongue ground against the tender flesh, cunningly scattering his wits.
A strange stimulation, as though his nerves were being plucked, crossed again and again with pain.
The tongue filling his mouth swept over his even teeth, and whenever it caught his shrinking tongue and sucked, heat rose in him.
"Hhut…!"
In the brief moment their lips parted, Hui-seo let out a pained little sound.
The place that had barely managed a single finger moving in and out gaped wider. At the no-longer-damp touch carelessly stirring the sensitive inner walls, Hui-seo twisted his hips.
Tsk.
As Hui-seo's body, which had been softening under the kisses, stiffened again, the Crown Prince clicked his tongue and withdrew the finger that had been spreading the inner walls, reaching his hand beside the bed.
The emptiness left by the thing that had filled him so snugly was only a moment. A fragrant liquid slid down along the cleft of his buttocks.
What in the world. He tried to twist around to see, but the Crown Prince's hand pressing him down so he could not rise was faster.
His face touched the bed, but his knees were still bent — the moment he realized he was in a position with his backside raised, heat rose with shame and his whole body flushed.
He wanted to squirm, but the pressing hand kept him from moving a muscle, so the sensations at his back felt all the sharper.
The Crown Prince pushed his fingers back into the narrow gap. Whether thanks to the repeated spreading or to the slick liquid, two fingers entered at once and stirred the inner walls without feeling as overwhelming as before.
"Euh, hu……."
It was strange.
As though every nerve had gathered there. And worse, each time he moved his hand, the slick squelching sounded far too vivid.
Each time he scissored his fingers open and closed, the lower gate stretched to its limit and then narrowed again, over and over.
He buried his face in the pillow, trying to scatter the sensations, but the harder he tried, the sharper his senses grew.
"I'm worried it might burst at this rate."
The Crown Prince flicked the earlobe, flushed past any further reddening, and laughed. Hui-seo floundered in the given sensations, unable even to lift his head.
Below felt empty. Before he could even register the hollowness, the Crown Prince wrapped a hand around his flat belly and raised Hui-seo up.
"Hui-seo."
Hui-seo, propping himself on his palms against the bed in a daze, heard his name called from behind.
The name, woven in a low voice, came alive; though he had heard his own name called countless times by others, it did not feel like his.
"Relax."
Savoring that unfamiliarity, he did not at once notice the sensation touching his back.
"I don't want to hurt you."
Just now, what—
"Ah…."
Before he could even feel puzzlement, the Crown Prince's hands seized his buttocks and spread them wide. Something beyond all comparison to a finger ground into the narrow flesh as it pushed in.
The lower part, which had strained even to take the tip, grew taut as its wrinkles smoothed with each inch the pillar of flesh drove in.
"…Hhut…!"
It was as though he had been skewered. His eyes flew open, his lips parted wide, but every word was swallowed; all that escaped was a moan at best.
His body trembled all over.
The hand bracing his upper body buckled weakly. It was the Crown Prince who caught Hui-seo's wrist just as his body was about to crumple.
"I said relax."
He had no idea how.
Hui-seo floundered, at a loss. The Crown Prince, still holding him so his body would not collapse, drew back slightly. The pain that had felt unbreathable eased the faintest bit.
"…Euh, heup!"
As if mocking his relief, the Crown Prince drove his hips hard. What pushed in long with a smack stretched the inner walls savagely. For an instant his vision went black.
"Th-that's, hu, enough… I feel like I'll tear, like I'll tear."
He shook his head.
"You haven't torn."
The Crown Prince pulled Hui-seo's held hand downward.
"Look. See how well it holds."
His fingertips, pushing through the thick pubic hair, brushed against something. What in the world—
Even being startled by the handful too large for one hand was a luxury. The Crown Prince laid his own hand over the back of Hui-seo's hand and lifted it upward once more.
"Hah, euheut, ah… eut…!"
Held by the Crown Prince, Hui-seo swayed helplessly. Only the slick sound of flesh striking flesh could be heard, now and then.
"Heueuk!"
The Crown Prince let go of the hand he had been holding and, catching Hui-seo's chest as he pitched forward, raised him. Half-seated, leaning back against the Crown Prince's thigh, Hui-seo shuddered at the feeling of it driving deeper still.
"You."
He took the cheek of Hui-seo, who was all but collapsed against him, and turned his face.
"You're crying."
Only then did Hui-seo realize his vision was blurred and he could hardly see the Crown Prince's face. Each time he blinked his fevered, reddened eyes, tears clung to his lashes and fell.
The Crown Prince kissed the wet eyes, stealing away the tears. Then his lips slid from the corner of the eye, down the cheek, and fell upon the lips.
Soothing the slight body leaning against him with stroking hands, he pressed their lips together as before. Hui-seo hung limp, spilling a pained sound each time the Crown Prince's tongue grazed his inner flesh.
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