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Yeonjun was use to living an extravagant life, being able to obtain anything he wanted, from clothes to food to access to the fanciest of events. But the one thing he had always wanted was the one thing that never fell into his hands no matter how many times it fell before him on its knees.
"Prince Yeonjun, it's time to leave."
He was six years old when he met eight year old Jungkook. It was a business introduction masquerading as a playdate. Yeonjun being an only child, was excited to finally have a friend, an older, cooler boy at that! But, no matter how much he tried to play with him, Jungkook simply stood there and watched. It wasn't until years later that Yeonjun learned that Jungkook was being tested, to see if he was worthy of his family name and taking over his duty as body guard when he finally turned eighteen.
"Hyung, you should really loosen up. You're twenty-two and still as frigid as ever." Yeonjun walked over to him, pressing his index finger to his precious body guard's lips.
"Prince Yeonjun, you shouldn't be so formal with someone like me." Jungkook stepped away from him.
"For fucks sake, Jungkook. We've known each other for fourteen years. You've seen me giving head in our high school library. You need to chill." Yeonjun ran his fingers through his black hair.
"And what if I don't, Sir." Jungkook raised an eyebrow.
"Hmph. If I didn't know better, I'd say you enjoyed the verbal abuse. Is that what you want? For me to go back to referring to you as a filthy pig? Do you miss me throwing things at you? Oh, I know. You miss watching me get fucked in front of you. Is that it, Hyung? Tired of me playing the role of the good, well-behaved Prince?"
Jungkook stayed silent, staring at him with a blank expression on his face.
"Why do I even bother with a shit stain like you. Move. Mother will be angry if we're late." Yeonjun shoved Jungkook to the side as he stormed out the room.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Why did I talk to him like that again!? He glanced behind him to see Jungkook following him like the good puppy that he was. He anxiously chewed on his lip as he remembered all the terrible things he had done to Jungkook throughout the years. Even through dinner he couldn't focus on his mother's usual choice of topics such as how well or not well the country was running, or some charity event or how she wished he'd get married already. His focus was solely on Jungkook who stood opposite of him, against the wall. He shoveled food into his mouth, as his eyes feast on his bodyguards muscular body. Jungkook was being diligent as usual, but all Yeonjun could see was a tasty snack. He slid his hand beneath the table cloth, slowly palming over his pants as he imagined Jungkook hiding beneath the table, sucking on his dick while everyone else was unaware. He stood up quickly, bowing to his mother before bolting for the door and grabbing the first male servant he could find. He knew Jungkook was there, standing around the corner as he let out his moans.
Jungkook couldn't even count on his fingers how many times he had heard Yeonjun having sex with someone. He always found himself waiting near by to escort Yeonjun back to his room, listening in very closely, waiting for it to end so he could run off to be alone.
"I'm ready." Yeonjun stood in front of him, glaring at him before walking off to his room with Jungkook close behind.
It was the same routine. Yeonjun would slam the door in his face, he'd inhale a deep breath before turning on his heels and quickly walking to his room which was just parallel to his precious Prince. Once inside, he'd shut his door, remove every piece of clothing he had on, tossing it onto the ground and make his way to his bed.
"Fuck, he looked so good." He'd get on all four, pressing his face into the comforter as he reached behind himself, grabbing ahold of the anal beads nestled within him. He'd slowly twist them around before pulling them out and reaching below his bed, rummaging around until he found his box of toys. He had many but his favorite was one he stole from sixteen year old Yeonjun.
He bit on his lip as he remembered how he was tasked with cleaning the younger boys room when he found it hidden between his mattress and box spring. He knew how promiscuous the Prince was but never expected to find such a toy in his room. Despite being eighteen himself, he was still a virgin. He had girlfriends that Yeonjun would steal away and a few male friends who had kissed him until Yeonjun scared them away but he had never slept with anyone.
He held the realistic, vibrating dildo in his hands, admiring it's length and thickness. What he loved so much about this toy was it's self squirting capabilities, something he didn't know about when he first tried it out after sneaking it into his room.
He was nervous as he locked his bedroom door then the bathroom door and placing it on the ground. He quickly googled how to use a dildo for the first time as if it was rocket science when he stumbled onto a particular porn site. He had never been curious enough to look up such things, he always had to stay focus on the Prince. So, when he landed up on a site with cute boys in skirts, using all sorts of toys, he knew he was in trouble. He watched carefully, pouring lube into his hand as the sound of moans filled his bathroom, eventually sliding the dildo into himself without realizing it was still filled with lube.
It was a very fond memory for him and the start of his own personal play and today was no different. Oh, how he wished Yeonjun would follow through with his threats. He would do anything if only his Prince truly desired it. He poured in the cum lubricant until it was over flowing, dripping onto his thighs. He turned the dildo on, rubbing it against his lube covered skin. He wanted Yeonjun to walk in on him, and call him a fucking whore. He grabbed his phone from next to him, opening up his gallery and looking at all the photos he had taken of Yeonjun without his knowledge. He put it on slideshow mode, watching it flip through picture after picture of Yeonjun as he pushed the dildo into his ass.
He was about to close his eyes and enjoy as the vibrations pulsed through his body when his phone vibrated and a message appeared on screen. It was quick but he could clearly see the preview message from Yeonjun, "You're a fucking slut. I hope you choke..."
He didn't need to read it all, that was enough to make cum on his phone before he even got started. He leaned down, licking it off his screen, licking his cum covered Yeonjun.
"Hey, asshole. You didn't reply to my text last night!" Yeonjun yelled through the phone. "Where the fuck are you? I didn't give you permission to take the day off."
"I'm out running errands. Seokjin will be your body guard for today." Jungkook replied.
"I don't like him. He's more of a pervert than you. I can sense it in his creepy ass eyes." Yeonjun glanced over at his current body guard who stood their quietly.
"Huh, I did hear he loved rope bunnies."
"Was that a joke? You must be in a good mood, how disgusting. I take it you're his rope bunny? Hmph, I bet you have one of those bunny tail butt plugs and you even wear heels for him. You really are the worst." Yeonjun snickered. "Well, whatever your tiny dick likes is none of my business."
Jungkook said nothing for what seemed like forever. He honestly was hurt. How could Yeonjun even think he had eyes for someone else? He steadied his breath before he finally spoke, "unless you need something urgent, I should go."
"Wait, are you upset? Is the amazing Jeon Jungkook actually going to cry? Was I too mean? If you're going to cry, I'd rather you do it in front of me."
Without a word, Jungkook hung up.
"That fucking asshole! Did he really just fucking hang up on me!?" Yeonjun threw his phone across the room before turning his attention to Seokjin, "go buy me a new fucking phone. After that, you're dismissed. I'm just going to stay here and cool down." Seokjin bowed before leaving the Prince alone.
"He's never hung up on me before!" Yeonjun removed his suit, putting on something more comfortable. He walked over to the pantry, grabbing a glass and pouring himself something to warm him up. The burn of the whiskey was exactly what he needed to go with the burning pain in his heart. Out of everything he had done to Jungkook, was this really the thing that would piss him off? He emptied his glass quicker than planned, pouring himself a second then a third. He took a seat next to the window, swirling the ice around in his cup when his door opened and Jungkook stood there in his off-duty clothes.
"Why the fuck are you here?" He said with a slight slur to his words.
"You said if I was going to cry to do it in front of you." He closed the door behind him, locking it.
Yeonjun took his last sip. Angrier than he appeared, he gazed coldly at Jungkook, "well, how fucking kind of you!" He threw his glass at the wall next to Jungkook, shattering it into pieces. "Well, where are those fucking tears? Ah, I know!" He leaned back on his hands, spreading his legs apart. "How about I help you cry? Come here and choke on my dick already. Come on, be a good little bitch and service your owner."
Yeonjun really loved talking to him like this, calling him names and belittling him even though all he wanted was to cherish him. His body was becoming hot, intoxicated from the whiskey he drank like water. He closed his eyes for a second, trying to shake away the dizzying feeling he had and when he opened them, there Jungkook was, squatting in front of him.
"Wh-what are you d-doing!?" Yeonjun stuttered as Jungkook pulled down his pants, exposing the lack of underwear and his soft dick.
"Isn't this what my owner wants?" Jungkook pressed his finger to Yeonjun's dick. "I really hope you don't have whiskey dick after I ran all the way here to service you."
"S-stop." Yeonjun pressed his barefoot against Jungkook's face. "This isn't like you." He could feel Jungkook's tongue trail against the arch of his foot, up to his toes.
"What isn't like me?"
"N-no...don't..." Yeonjun bit on his lip, letting out a moan as Jungkook sucked, holding his foot firmly to his face. The texture of Jungkook's tongue against his toes sent an electric sensation throughout his whole body, his mind clouding from his intoxication and arousal.
"Mmm–my Prince is finally hard..." Jungkook watched as Yeonjun's dick grew in size. He moved Yeonjun's legs over his shoulders, bring his face closer to his dick. "You haven't looked this shy since we were kids."
"Shut up." Yeonjun pushed his hands against Jungkook's face, not sure if he was actually shy or if it was the alchohol. His lips curled up into a pout, "you really shouldn't..."
"Isn't this what you wanted?" Jungkook's tongue prodded against his tip.
"The whiskey is going right through me—ahhhhh," Jungkook didn't hesitate to swallow his dick, letting it be wrapped in his moist, warm mouth. "Fuck. How is a virgin like you so good at this?" Yeonjun thrust his hips into Jungkook's mouth, squeezing his legs around his neck. "Shit, you make such a good cock sleeve."
"MMMM!" Jungkook reached for his pants but the sound of his belt being unfastened only made Yeonjun squeeze his legs around him tighter.
"Ahhh–aaaaah!" Yeonjun held Jungkook's head firmly against him. "I–I didn't say you could! Fuck, I-I can't..." His hips jerked uncontrollably, his urge to pee growing stronger. Yeonjun manage to pull out of Jungkook's mouth, rubbing aggressively against his lips. "Will you be a good little urinal and catch all my piss?"
Jungkook could taste as an unsavory flavor dripped onto his lips. He looked up into Yeonjun's eyes, seeing him smile mischievously. Jungkook happily opened his mouth, kneeling before him like a good puppy.
"Ah, so you do want it in your mouth?" Yeonjun grasped his dick, stroking it quickly. "Come here then..." He waited as Jungkook leaned in closer, his eyes glimmering with anticipation. But, Yeonjun being Yeonjun had another idea. He wrapped Jungkook head in his arms, pressing his face into his stomach, rubbing his dick against Jungkook's Adam's Apple.
Jungkook's eyes began to tear up as he felt a hot liquidy sensation spray down his body. He tried to wiggle out of Yeonjun's grasp, desperate for a taste. He cupped his hands against his chest, trying to catch even a small amount when Yeonjun finally released him, shoving his foot against his chest, and pushing him to the ground.
"Fuck, you whimper like a bitch in heat." Yeonjun's smirk turned cold and rigid. "Undress."
He knew Yeonjun could be cruel but to deny him the chance of guzzling down his urine was just plain mean. His voice broke into a sob as he finally decided to speak, "Yeon–Yeonjunie is so mean–" a hiccup escaped as he removed his blue jacket. "I–I even dressed pretty for you..."
Yeonjun raised an eyebrow at his hyung who finally revealed the cute set of lingerie that was hidden beneath his clothes. He could see as yellow stains began to form on the soft white material. He pushed himself off his seat, quickly removing his sweater and kicking his pants fully off. "If you make me cum, I'll let you drink all you want tomorrow." Yeonjun reached towards the floor, picking up Jungkook's soaking shirt before stumbling to his knees on top of Jungkook. He shoved his index and middle finger into his hyung's mouth, poking and prodding against his tongue until his fingers were dripping. He rubbed up against Jungkook's panties as he reached behind himself, sliding his fingers into his ass. His strong, cold demeanor began to crumble with every thrust of his hand. He could feel as Jungkook's white panties began to moisten from their precum. "Hyungie–" he whimpered, sliding his fingers out, ready to lick them himself.
"You're drunk." Jungkook grabbed his wrist, stopping him from tasting the fingers that had just been inside him.
"And you're cute." He moved the dripping shirt he had been clutching onto up to Jungkook's mouth, stuffing it inside. His nails dragged down his body, tugging at the cute bunny panties that trapped his hyung's dick. "Make me feel good." He pulled Jungkook's panties just down far enough for his dick to pop out. "Fuck." He lowered himself over Jungkook's cock, teasing it with his ass.
Jungkook grabbed Yeonjun's hips firmly before he could slide his dick inside him. He pushed Yeonjun down onto his back, rocking his hips into him and slowly pushing his way inside his surprised Prince.
"Aaaah~ W-who said you could!?" Yeonjun laid there, folded in half with his knees pressed to his shoulders as Jungkook plunged his way into him. "H–HYUUUNG!" He looked between his legs, watching Jungkook thrust into him over and over.
Jungkook couldn't hold himself back anymore. Yeonjun had teased him for years. He knew he shouldn't have, Yeonjun was drunk after all but how could he let this opportunity slip by? If he could just make him cum then he could finally get a chance to drink Yeonjun's piss. His mouth salivated against the pee soaked shirt in his mouth. He stared down at his prince, wanting desperately to moan his name, to tell him how pretty he looked, and how great he felt. Then his eyes locked with Yeonjun, a dark blush printed on his cheeks. His Prince draped his arms over his face as Jungkook's eyes trailed down his body to realized he had already finished all over his stomach. Jungkook stopped mid-thrust, pulling the shirt out of his mouth, about to speak–
"S-shut up!" Yeonjun whined from behind his arms.
"But–"
"Don't fucking talk! Don't you dare talk. Just keep fucking me!"
Jungkook could see the tears starting to leak out of the corner of Yeonjun's eyes.
"Please…" Yeonjun pleaded quietly.
So Jungkook went forward again, plunging deep inside his beloved prince. He began to grind, pushing against Yeonjun's prostate, making him cry out loud.
Yeonjun was getting worked up, a sob escaping into his moans as he clutched onto Jungkook's wrist. "Faster!" He demanded as Jungkook increased his pace, slamming into Yeonjun's sweet spot before filling him up.
When Yeonjun awoke the next day, he could've sworn it was all a dream, that is, until Jungkook entered his room in a lace maid outfit.
"...Good morning, my Prince." Jungkook bowed deeply before kissing him softly on the forehead then placing a tray of food at a table near by. "Your breakfast."
"What–what are you wearing?" Yeonjun glanced at the maid dress.
"...Don't you remember last night..?" Jungkook bit his lip as he pulled out a chair for Yeonjun to sit on.
Yeonjun furrowed his brows, "Last night?" He picked up a slice of toast, nibbling on it as he motioned for Jungkook to take a seat.
Jungkook pour him a glass of water before anxiously taking a seat.
After a couple moments passed, Yeonjun sighed deeply before chugging down his glass of water then grabbing Jungkook's. He stood up abruptly, staring blankly at a sulking Jungkook. "...Let me go wash up." He walked past Jungkook as Jungkook watched him leave, wondering what Yeonjun might think of him now.
A few minutes had passed as he heard the toilet flush and the faucet turn on. Jungkook started to realize that maybe Yeonjun didn't remember after all. He hunched over, mad at himself for getting his hopes up. Of course he wouldn't remember, he was drunk off his ass.
"Hey, Jungkook..."
He could hear Yeonjun's footsteps approach, followed by the sound of a glass slamming down before him.
"Of course I remember." Yeonjun's tone was laced with amusement, causing Jungkook to look up, seeing Yeonjun take his seat across from him along with the glass filled with a yellow liquid. Yeonjun leaned forward, smiling wickedly. "You made me cum yesterday."
Jungkook widened his eyes, feeling his cheeks heat up.
"Now, drink up."