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Become a jester, it will be easy, they said. You will be the only one who can openly make fun of the King, they said.
Yunho should have not listened to them, because he ended up in the same situation every time. After the royal dinner in the evening, despite his amazing ability at doing his job, he was always left utterly frustrated.
And it wasn’t even due to the King, no. That man on the older side was the one who perhaps laughed the most at his jokes. Or maybe it was the queen, always elegant but never too serious when it came to Yunho.
No, it was all someone else’s fault. It was Prince Song Mingi’s fault, the youngest between the royal siblings. The most spoiled, bratty, and irritatingly beautiful one amongst them.
It never mattered what Yunho did, how well he complied what he was told to do, how much his jokes made every single royal laugh. Mingi never did more than crack a little, ironic smile. Just the barest pull of lips that mattered for Yunho to not be executed on the spot.
He was a professional fool, but he was never enough for that spoiled man. That, Yunho thought as he walked through the royal castle’s corridors, infuriated him to no end.
The little jingle bells tinkled softly with every step he took, dangling from his cap 'n bells - the typical jester’s hat with three floppy points looking down. His colourful tunic - with red, blue, and yellow patterns - made him stand out greatly, but the makeup on his face did so even more, the one which hid his true features.
Finally, he stepped in front of a door, his shadow stretching on the floor as a candlestick was placed right next to it, and it was now late in the evening. Raising an hand, he knocked, forcing his face to be as impassive as possible.
You see, he hated Song Mingi for a reason. Yunho couldn’t give a flying fuck if one didn’t laugh at his jokes or at his acts. What pissed him off, was the Prince’s personality itself.
Because behind a brat who was never entertained on the outside, was a man who could beg for hours to come untouched.
There wasn’t anyone around, and Yunho was glad, because Mingi left him standing there for at least ten minutes.
There, in front of the door, his annoyance grew - he couldn’t even go away. Now that, that would get him in trouble, because Mingi would get mad. Because he knew that the Prince did everything on purpose - from looking at him with superiority in public, to leaving him waiting for nothing.
Mingi wanted to rile him up, and he, obviously, succeeded every time.
That was why, when the Prince finally opened the door, Yunho didn’t even let him speak. He stepped forward, closing the door behind him immediately. “Your Highness,” he said, though his tone was full of mockery. “I’d prefer if you could not make me wait in the future.”
“How formal of you, Yunho.” Mingi replied with a small smirk, and Yunho rolled his eyes. They had the same conversation every time, and nothing ever changed.
Ah, whatever.
Yunho raised a brow as he noticed that Mingi’s upper body was already naked, and he was wearing a simple pair of trousers - the ones he used to sleep.
“Your show of this evening was boring, I must admit.” Mingi went on, crossing his arms smugly. He then turned around, purposely creating some distance between them, the air growing more charged.
His blonde hair fell perfectly on his face, dark eyes staring prettily at him and taunting him, teasing grin on his lips. He knew what he was doing, so Yunho didn’t even deign him of an answer.
The bells on his hat tinkled as they hit the floor, Yunho tossing it somewhere in the room. He quickly walked towards Mingi, pushing him back on the bed in a way that made him gasp.
It was so easy to make him comply, especially when Yunho got mad. And being manhandled was, in fact, exactly what Mingi wanted.
Yunho quickly straddled him, looking down at him with narrowed eyes. “Was it now? Were you bored, Your Highness?” His hands trailed up Mingi’s thighs and waist, ending up next to his head, trapping him between his body and the mattress.
Below him, Mingi shuddered, but his facade remained - though Yunho knew it wouldn’t last much longer. He wouldn’t let it. “Oh, I was. I was terribly, terribly bored and ngh- disappointed.”
His words and tone got breathless as Yunho’s knee slipped between his legs, and Yunho’s lips began forming a slow, smug smile. “Aw, my princess didn’t like my performance. You never do, though.”
The possessive edge of the phrase didn’t go unnoticed by Mingi, whose eyes fluttered close in pleasure.
Yunho brought one of his hands down, cupping Mingi’s growing erection, feeling it throb beneath the clothes. At that, Mingi squirmed slightly, growing impatient. “Yunho, get to it already.”
Yunho clicked his tongue, “How demanding,” he muttered just before Mingi’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him down.
Their lips met in a kiss, deep and messy. Yunho bit his lower lip, making Mingi whine as Yunho’s tongue explored his mouth warmly, stealing his breath from him.
In the meantime, Yunho’s hands fumbled with Mingi’s trousers until he pulled them down along with the underwear, leaving him stripped bare while Yunho was still fully clothed.
Breaking the kiss, Yunho sat back on his heels, watching Mingi with a knowing gaze. His hands trailed down his skin, until his fingers reached his cock. Red and already half-hard, it lay on Mingi’s tummy. “Not so bored now, are you?” He taunted, scooping up some pre-cum with his index finger, making Mingi whimper slightly.
He knew every reaction by heart. He knew everything. God only knew how many times he had been summoned in the Prince’s private chambers at night. It was immoral, outright wrong - but alas, Mingi was the one who asked for him almost every evening. Yunho was just following his orders like a good servant.
“Yunho,” Mingi pleaded again, gulping.
The jester merely hummed, wrapping his fingers around Mingi’s cock, the wetness immediately staining his skin. He didn’t stroke him, not yet, he just slid his fingers over it, focusing on the head, sliding one on the slit.
Mingi moaned at that, bucking his hips on instinct, but Yunho’s other hand held him down. He didn’t show it, but Yunho was quite strong. Unlike the Prince who had everything served to him, Yunho had to work in his life.
“Yunho,” Mingi repeated, and Yunho observed him with his dark eyes as he increased the peace of his movements. His wrist flickered up and down, squelchy sounds echoing across the room, along with Mingi’s low moans.
“Suck,” he straight up ordered, bringing his free hand to Mingi’s lips, offering three fingers. At that, Mingi weakly glared at him, but all Yunho had to do to make him drop it was raising a brow and stopping stroking him.
Making a muffle of complaint, Mingi parted his mouth, willingly taking Yunho’s fingers in it. His tongue swirled them, coating them with wet spit. Yunho turned his hand and dragged his digits over Mingi’s palate, making him moan. He resumed stroking his dick again, now leaking more in his hand.
As it started throbbing, Mingi’s moans increased - even if they were muffled - and Yunho flickered his wrist faster. His index and middle fingers massaged the head, sliding on the slid, facilitated by the wet. Mingi was always so, so fucking wet. It made Yunho go mad.
However, he couldn’t simply give him what he wanted, could he? It would be too easy.
Just as Mingi was close to tip of his orgasm, Yunho removed his hand from his dick, leaving it there - painfully hard, reddish, and leaking. Mingi cried out in frustration, but he still couldn’t say anything, lest he wanted to bite Yunho’s fingers. And truly, it wouldn’t be the best idea, since it would only take him longer to be fucked.
Yunho allowed a small smirk to form on his face, tone mocking for once, fake concern dripping from it. “Hm? What’s the matter, princess? Is something wrong?”
Mingi mewled back in response, and Yunho simply chuckled as he finally pulled out his fingers from the other’s mouth. They were now coated with spit, and Yunho looked at them with an hungry gaze, his own dick painfully hard. Still, he’d wait however it took if it meant breaking Mingi’s massive ego.
He brought his hand between Mingi’s hips, parting his legs more, settling himself in the middle. He circled his hole, teasing his rim until Mingi was trembling from anticipation.
“If you don’t put these in me right now I’ll fucking-“
“What? What will you do?” Yunho asked, tone condescending. He knew Mingi enjoyed being talked like that - because everyone treated him like a divinity on earth. He needed someone who dragged him back down, and Yunho was the perfect person to do that.
He pulled his hand away altogether, looking at him expectantly, his typical jester makeup making his face even more expressive. “Let’s hear it, what will you do? Find someone else? Use your own hand? Please, enlighten me.”
“Wait! I, uh, please Yunho ngh-“
Rolling his eyes yet again, Yunho finally slipped one finger in, his middle one. He quickly sheathed it to the hilt, a proof how just how many times they found themselves in this situation.
Twisting and curling it, it didn’t take long for Mingi to ask for another one. Yunho huffed out a breath, “Patience,” he said, but added his ring finger anyway. His ring finger with no wedding band, obviously.
Moving them together, he started scissoring them, thrusting them in and out to prepare the Prince. Under his ministrations, Mingi’s moans and soft whimpers grew gradually, his cock leaking more seminal fluid on his stomach, gathering in a small, sticky puddle.
His index finger finally joined the other two, making Mingi moan loudly at the intrusion. Curling them with a purpose, Yunho looked for that spot, the one that made the other see stars. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take much for him to find it.
When he did, he watched as Mingi’s back arched off the bed slightly, hands clenching the expensive sheets below his body. “Yunho- ah! Just fuck me, I’m ready.”
Yunho hummed, looking down on him. His legs were trying to hard to close, but he held it open with strength. He kept twisting his fingers, over and over again, showing no mercy to his prostate.
With his other hand, he started stroking his dick again, stimulating Mingi on both ends. Due to that, the Prince cried out loudly, throwing his head back. Oh, how Yunho enjoyed his job.
“Where’s your boredom, hm? You like my performance now?” He taunted, and Mingi sobbed loudly as he curled his fingers just right, slamming them against his sweet spot.
Mingi was simply so easy to break, to make him pliant and tame. Plus, the switch of power was incredibly arousing to the both of them, along with matching their personalities perfectly.
Yunho felt Mingi’s hole clench harder around his fingers, and his cock throbbing more, leaking excessively. He was put in front of a choice - and one of the decisions brought to Mingi ending up in overstimulation, orgasming countless times. They did it often, truly.
However, that evening Yunho wasn’t in the mood for that, no. He was still a little mad because of before, so he picked the other option.
He kept going until Mingi was basically crying, and when his toes curled and his legs tensed, he stopped. Withdrawing both hands with a small smirk, he watched as Mingi’s face shifted from pleasure to annoyance, mad at the denial for the second time that night.
“You- why?” He lamented, but Yunho tsked and shook his head. They both knew who ruled in the bedroom, so it was no use complaining.
He crossed his arms, speaking, ordering. “Turn around. Get on your knees, on all fours.
With shaking legs and his chest heaving, Mingi did. Looking at the mattress, he wiggled his hips in anticipation, trying to lure Yunho in, but the jester grinned and grabbed his waist instead. Digging his nails into Mingi’s skin, Yunho pulled him closer, pressing his still covered erection against his ass.
Mingi whined, feeling the bulge, but he could do nothing as Yunho held him still. “You want it?” Yunho asked, slowly pulling down his pants and underwear, fumbling with one hand.
Mingi propped himself on his elbows, sniffling. “Fuck me, Yunho.”
Yunho hummed, bringing the tip of his cock to Mingi’s hole, aligning himself but not conceding just yet. He was so hard that it hurt, but he couldn’t help himself. “Are you totally sure, princess? I wouldn’t want to bore you again with my antics.”
Mingi whined loudly, shaking his head. “I’m sure, I’m so sure, Yunho. In fact, I order- ah!”
A moan tore from his chest as Yunho thrusted him, all at once. His dick was well above average, and it shocked Mingi’s nervous system every time he did that.
Breathing heavily, he stayed there, buried. As he waited for Mingi to adjust, Yunho focused on sending off his own orgasm - the Prince was clenching around his dick so tightly he saw white.
“Ah, move, fuck.” Mingi breathed out, and for once Yunho didn’t speak back. He gripped Mingi’s waist harder, pulled out, and thrusted back in. At Mingi’s high-pitched moan, Yunho set up a madman pace, not giving him mercy.
Thrusting into the warm hole beneath him, Yunho groaned every time his cock was swallowed by Mingi’s hot walls. Mingi, for his part, moaned and moaned under Yunho’s rough treatment.
Clenching his jaw, Yunho let some of his previous frustration show, “Where’s your class? Your royal self? There’s none of that now,” he breathed out, feeling Mingi clench. “You’re simply mine, mine to fuck until you can’t even feel me anymore.”
“Yes ah- Yunho ah! Harder!”
“So desperate,” he taunted, but shifted his angle either way, hitting deeper. Abusing Mingi’s bundle of nerves over and over again, Yunho enjoyed making the man a blabbering mess.
Trailing his hand up Mingi’s back, Yunho reached his blonde hair. Grabbing a fistful, he pulled it back roughly, making Mingi mewl loudly. “Not dissatisfied anymore, huh?”
Mingi’s back arched at the pulling, and Yunho kept humping him, not giving him time to breathe, time to think. He just wanted to claim, claim, claim. It was completely forbidden, yes, but fire would swallow him whole before they stopped having sex.
“You’re so loud,” he commented, and he wasn’t wrong. Mingi was moaning like a slut, mouth open, drool on his lips, even trailing down his chin a little. “Do you want for us to be heard? I bet you do. You want for the others to hear how much you moan under my cock.”
They would be ruined if anyone heard them, actually. But that was besides the point.
“Only ah- only on yours.”
“That’s right, only on mine.” Yunho answered, letting go of Mingi’s hair.
He abruptly pulled out, and Mingi immediately whined in confusion and protest. “So impatient, so needy.” Yunho said, flipping the man over so that they were face to face.
Spreading his legs open with his hands, he thrusted back into him, hitting so deep and fast that Mingi got pushed further on the mattress with every roll of hips.
Mingi was gone. He was completely fucked out, all thanks to Yunho. Tears streamed down his rosy cheeks, his eyes were glossy with bliss, and his hair sprawled on the pillow. It made Yunho go mad, it made him want to take even more.
And he did. Looking for his own pleasure, he rammed into Mingi desperately, holding him down, keeping him pinned with his unforgiving touch. Beds of sweat trailed down Yunho’s temples, no doubt smearing his makeup, but he couldn’t care less.
“I’m ah! I’m so close, fuck Yunho, don’t stop.” Mingi full on sobbed, and Yunho brought his hand to his dick. Quickly stroking it, he felt the pre-cum staining his skin all over again, and it was so hot his head spun.
“Oh! Yes, right there! Ah, ah- I’m gonna ah!”
Just as Mingi’s eyes rolled back in bliss and his hole clenched so hard Yunho had to bite his tongue to not orgasm right there and then, he stopped completely.
Mingi hummed in disbelief, looking at him desperately. “Don’t do this to me!”
Yunho breathed heavily, looking down at him. “Beg.”
Mingi’s eyes narrowed, glossy with heat. “I’m not begging you- ah!” Yunho thrusted in him one single time, dragging his cock over his walls then stilling again.
“I said beg. Beg for it, princess.”
Mingi sobbed, biting his lower lip in contempt, then finally surrendering. “Please.”
“You can do better than that,” Yunho replied, feeling his own dick throb at a literal prince begging at him to keep fucking him, to make him come.
“Please! Please Yunho, I need you so bad.” Mingi cried out, pleading.
However, there was still one thing missing, and Yunho raised a brow expectantly. “You’re almost there.”
Mingi whined, finally conceding. “Fuck- I’m sorry for before, I’m sorry for riling you up on purpose. Please, please Yunho, I need you to move- ah!”
Yunho couldn’t hold it in anymore. The words broke his last ounce of control he had left, and he started thrusting inside again.
Once he aimed at the right angle with the perfect pace, they were both goners. Mingi was moaning so loudly that Yunho was truly almost afraid to be heard, but he didn’t even care.
“Ah! I’m gonna, I’m gonna ah-“
Mingi’s eyes rolled back as he came hard, his orgasm crashing onto him, his seed spilling all over his tummy and chest.
Feeling his ass clench impossibly hard, Yunho leaned down, smashing their mouths together in a filthy, wet, and messy kiss. He gave some last thrusts, deep and hot, until he finally came, too.
He breathed heavily in Mingi’s mouth, swallowing his moans as Yunho came inside the Prince, rutting into him, filling his hole with his own release. Mingi locked his ankles behind his back, not making him pull out so that all of Yunho’s cum was released inside his hole.
Then, the jester slumped on him, completely spent. They were both breathless as they stayed there in silence, but satisfied.
“My makeup,” Yunho eventually said, voice still strained. “It’s all messed up now.”
“Wipe it all off,” Mingi replied, just as tired.
Yunho didn’t lift his head as he stayed there, feeling the other’s warm, sweaty, and sticky skin.
Perhaps one day he would.
Take off your makeup, Mingi would always say, hope in his voice. I bet you’re beautiful without it, too. I want to see your face.
I can’t, Yunho would answer, crushed by the rules, by the royal law.
But I want you anyway, Mingi would eventually end up muttering, pure longing in his eyes. And no, he wasn’t speaking about sex. At least, not only. And it was terribly, oh so terribly dangerous.
Still, Yunho knew, that one day, he’d end up showing his bare face to the man. Because in the end, he could deny him nothing.
As long as he didn’t complain about not being entertained enough.