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Jungkook’s pulse jumped beneath Jimin’s fingers wrapped tightly around his wrist as they shuffled quickly down the long corridor leading to the palace kitchens. Jimin had been watching Crown Prince Jungkook fielding questions all morning during his weekly council meeting, deciding things a kid his age shouldn’t even know about. All Jimin could do was watch and wait, a silent figure by the door. He had no place in those meetings as anything more than Captain of Jungkook’s guard, nothing to do but watch Jungkook drown slowly in a sea of never ending decisions and people second guessing his every move.
Jungkook became more overwhelmed throughout the course of the meeting, if his tense shoulders and clenched jaw were anything to go by. He had only been the acting ruler for three months now as his father, the king, lay dying of a mysterious illness in a private wing of the palace. People used his age and inexperience against him, calling into question his credibility and authority.
After Councilor Choi asked Jungkook for the third time whether or not he was sure about decreasing crop taxes, Jungkook’s eyes darted around the room before finally landing on Jimin’s shadowy figure in the corner, almost out of habit. There was nothing Jimin could really say, nothing he could really do beside give an almost imperceptible nod of encouragement, widening his eyes and glancing at Councilor Choi to let Jungkook know Jimin also thought the man was being ridiculous and unreasonable.
Jungkook took a deep breath and continued, eyes firmly back on Councilor Choi, as he confirmed that, yes indeed, he was sure lowering crop taxes would benefit the people after such a tough harvest. Jimin almost broke face and smiled to himself, so proud of Jungkook for how he was handling everything.
When the meeting finally ended and all the councilors had shuffled out the door after properly fluffing their egos in Jungkook’s face, the prince allowed himself to slump back in his stiff-backed chair, shutting his eyes tightly for a moment before blinking them back open. Jungkook’s personal attendant stepped forward with a warm towel, but was waved away with a weary hand. Finally, there were only a handful of trusted advisors in the room. Probably the closest thing Jungkook had to friends.
“I think that went well,” Taehyung grinned at Jungkook from across the table. He was Jungkook older half brother, the son of the king and a concubine, and a prince with none of the responsibilities Jungkook had to bear. Jimin wanted to shake Taehyung sometimes. Lovingly, of course.
“Sure,” was all Jungkook said.
“They’ll come around, Crown Prince. Soon they will see what you are capable of. Soon they will know—“
“It’s fine, Hoseok. I’m fine,” Jungkook cut his advisor off before shoving his chair back and standing up, looking very un-fine in Jimin’s opinion. Everyone else quickly stood as well, following the prince’s lead. Jimin melted out of the shadows to take his place at Jungkook’s side. “I will retire for an hour before my next meeting. Captain Park will escort me to my room. Call if you need me.”
And with that, they were sweeping down the grand hallway, Jungkook’s steps clipped and that panicky look still lingering in his eyes. That’s when Jimin made a snap decision and grabbed Jungkook’s wrist, tugging him in the opposite direction of his chambers.
Usually, Jimin let Jungkook set the pace. Usually, Jimin let Jungkook come to him when he needed him. Usually, that’s how this worked. But usually, Jungkook wasn’t this upset.
Jimin rounded a corner, finally spotting what he was looking for. With a quick glance to make sure the coast was clear, Jimin slid open a small door and unceremoniously shoved a very confused Jungkook inside. The door ended up leading to a little storage room just outside the main kitchens, jars of preserves and sacks of flour lining the walls. Not the most atmospheric, but it would do.
“Jungkook, are you okay? You looked—“ Jimin was cut off as Jungkook surged forward, hands landing on Jimin’s waist.
“You better have brought me in here to kiss you,” was all the warning Jimin got before Jungkook did just that.
They had to be quiet, hiding there behind a thin rice paper door near the kitchen where anyone could hear them. Jimin felt something fall behind him as Jungkook pushed him against a cabinet, over eager and desperate. Jungkook’s lips were on him again before he could even wheeze out a laugh. The edge of the cabinet dug into Jimin’s lower back and he felt a little light headed, but he didn’t really care as long as Jungkook was sucking on his tongue like that. The kiss was messy and charged with heat. Jungkook tasted like the sea, a little salty and completely untamable.
Jimin remembered first swearing an oath to protect Jungkook. It was the first time he had even laid eyes on the young prince. He had been just a kid peering around his father’s hulking frame with wide, curious eyes and a nose too big for his face, but in that moment, with Jungkook struggling to lift the giant, ceremonial great-sword to Jimin’s shoulder, placing the tip gently so as not to hurt him, Jimin knew he would give his life for this boy. Now, although Jungkook had grown into his nose and shot up like a weed past Jimin in height, that sense of devotion hadn’t changed.
Maybe Jimin chose to interpret his job description of protecting Jungkook a little liberally, but Jimin stood by that oath. Sure he would run any bastard through who tried to harm a single hair on Jungkook’s head, but Jimin also interpreted his job as protecting Jungkook’s sanity. His humanity. His happiness. And if that meant kissing him until he couldn’t remember his own name, let alone the worries of his country, then so be it.
Hands were everywhere, clawing at Jimin’s back and combing through his hair. Jungkook made these little whining noises deep in his chest as he slammed Jimin into another cabinet and Fuck, Jimin thought, that one hurt. Jimin brought his hands up to cup Jungkook’s face, pulling them apart. “You have to be quiet, okay? There is a busy kitchen on the other side of that door.” Jungkook just nodded and gave Jimin a condescending kiss on the tip of his nose before pushing him back against the cabinet.
Just then, the sound of something shattering rang out, deafening in the quiet space. “Shit!” Jimin whispered as he looked down at what was once a jar of peaches. They both paused, not even breathing as they listened for signs of someone approaching their little hideout. When the clinking and clanging of the kitchen continued uninterrupted, Jimin let out a sigh of relief, leaning back against the cabinet. Jungkook at least had the sense to look guilty as he toed the ruined fruit now covered in dirt and oozing juice all over the floor.
What a ridiculous situation this was. Jimin, for what must have been the thousandth time, asked himself how he had gotten to this point in life. He was supposed to be a bodyguard to the prince, a silent guardian, nothing more than another statue in the corner of the throne room keeping the peace. But somehow, Jungkook had gotten under his skin in more ways than one.
They’d always been close. Jimin knew it was unusual for a prince to come to his bodyguard for comfort, but Jimin had held Jungkook through worried nights waiting for his father to come back from battle, afternoons pouting about his bruised ego after losing a dual, and stressful early mornings, plotting out the last details of a siege on a nearby castle. Jimin had always tried to be a source of comfort for Jungkook, letting him get away with anything.
Their relationship had turned into something else about a month after Jungkook had assumed the position of acting ruler. Jimin remembered watching Jungkook fall apart little by little as the stress accumulated over that first month. With his father sick and the country panicking, Jungkook was forced to work straight through most nights just to keep things running.
That’s when everything came to a head. During a routine patrol, Jimin had walked in on a very frustrated, distressed Jungkook with a shaking fist around his cock. Shocked and slightly mortified, Jimin immediately tried to back away, but Jungkook had burst into tears. Jimin detachedly remembered looking back and forth between Jungkook’s cock and his teary, snot covered face before striding back over and taking Jungkook into his arms, whispering small comforts to him. Jimin never knew what prompted Jungkook to climb into Jimin’s lap and kiss him, but he had and the rest was history.
Sometimes Jungkook needed to feel like he had some kind of power over something. Someone. Anyone. Just to feel like something was still under his control. Jimin was there for that. Sometimes Jungkook felt overwhelmed and like he needed to be taken care of, needed to let go and feel good. And yeah, Jimin was there for that too.
So here he was, locked in a tiny storage closet for a quickie with the Crown Prince himself who was now staring morosely at a pile of peaches.
A hysterical little giggle threatened to break past Jimin’s guard as he caught the baleful, almost offended look Jungkook gave the peaches. When Jungkook looked up and caught Jimin’s eye, something broke inside him, no longer able to keep his laughter in check. Jimin’s body rocked forward, collapsing against Jungkook’s shoulder. Jungkook cackled delightedly in his ear and they were being far too loud for the small space, filling it with their giggles and shushes. “The cooks!” was all the warning Jimin managed to get out before he lost it completely. Jungkook’s smiled, toothy and genuine as he shook in silent laughter, one foot still messing with the peaches on the ground.
And this was what Jimin had really hoped for when he dragged Jungkook in here. It had been far too long since Jungkook had smiled for real, so bogged down with worries of his sickly father and the crumbling country. He was just a kid, but he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. His youth only left room for councilors and country to question his every move, the vultures circling, each looking to increase their own power and wealth while thoroughly dismissing their young ruler.
Now, Jungkook’s kiss swollen lips were pulled back in a wicked grin and gods, how Jimin missed his little princeling’s smile. Jimin must have been staring a little too hard, caught up in watching Jungkook’s eyes sparkle with life again, because Jungkook frowned a little, looking at him in confusion. “Do I have something on my face?”
Embarrassed, Jimin shook is head and walked Jungkook backwards until he was flush against the wall, careful not to knock anything else over, and ran the pad of his thumb over Jungkook’s bottom lip before stretching up to kiss him senseless.
Jungkook’s age showed through his shaking thighs and cut off gasps. It took so little to please him, to have him reduced to a whining mess, writhing up against the wall. Jungkook didn’t quite know what to ask for, never knew how to vocalize his needs. But gods did he want. And Jimin could take care of him. Jimin understood what each little gasp, each little hiccup meant. Jimin watched Jungkook give and give and give all day long for the good of his people, so when they were alone, Jimin let Jungkook take and take and take. Take anything. Everything.
They kissed deep and sloppy. Jimin could feel Jungkook melt into their familiar rhythm, back arched off the wall, hips pressing forward insistently, so young and eager, long fingers wrapped tightly, almost desperately around Jimin’s biceps. Jungkook was never one for patience.
Jimin shoved a solid thigh between Jungkook’s legs, giving him something to relieve the building pressure. But his pretty little princeling needed more. “What do you want, little prince?” Jimin whispered, lips brushing the shell of Jungkook’s ear. “Just tell me what you want.”
Jungkook let out an impatient little huff. “Seriously? You bastard. I…” He hissed through his teeth as Jimin’s lips made their way down his neck. “Your cock. I want your cock. I think I’ve made that abundantly clear.” Jungkook’s eyes rolled back as he ground down on Jimin’s thigh.
“You could always change your mind. You know I’ll always give you what you want.”
Jungkook’s hips stilled and the cryptic look that flashed over his face was slightly intimidating. “You want to know what I want? Fine. I’ll tell you.” Soft lips brushed over the shell of Jimin’s ear as Jungkook leaned in to whisper, sending sharp shivers down his spine. “I want you to start with your fingers. Stretch me open just enough so I can take your cock, but no more than that because you know I like the burn.” Jimin could practically hear the smirk in Jungkook’s voice. “Then, I want your thick cock to split me open, buried so deep inside me that there is nothing left but the two of us. I want you to give it to me so hard that I’ll feel the ache all the way in to next week, so hard I can’t even think straight.” Jimin had to take in a shuddering breath. “I want to come at least three times,” Jungkook added, almost as an afterthought. “That is what I want. Think you can manage?”
Ears hot with embarrassment at the filthy words, Jimin pulled away from Jungkook’s warm breath. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Still a little embarrassed and most definitely turned on, Jimin dropped to his knees before Jungkook. The official royal robes were ghastly things made to torture their wearers, and Jimin had to do some fishing before he found Jungkook’s body underneath. A hand carded through Jimin’s hair: Jungkook’s not so subtle way of telling him to hurry the fuck up. With a roll of his eyes, Jimin tugged the layers of robes further aside. He bent forward to drop feather light kisses on Jungkook’s thighs before nuzzling into his cock. The little whine from overhead told him he must have been doing something right.
Shifting slightly, Jimin glanced up through his eyelashes, just breathing in Jungkook’s heat and rubbing small circles into his hipbones. Tension thrummed through Jungkook’s body, hard and wanting under Jimin’s touch as Jungkook stared intently down at him with dark, hungry eyes blown wide with lust. Jimin leaned forward slowly, gaze locked with Jungkook’s, until his lips met the side of Jungkook’s hard cock, giving it a teasing kiss. A helpless moan caught in the back of Jungkook's throat as his head thumped back against the wall, a shudder rippling through his body. Jimin, feeling slightly mischievous, pulled back again and giggled at the affronted look Jungkook shot him. He let his breath ghost over the wet patch but made no move to go further.
“I swear to the gods, if you are playing with me, I’ll—“ Jungkook never got to finish his threat because Jimin quickly wrapped his lips around the head of Jungkook’s cock, suckling a little before flicking the tip of his tongue against the slit. The muffled cry above him made Jimin look up to see Jungkook with his forearm stuffed in his mouth. His other hand came up to loosely card through Jimin’s hair, pushing it back before letting it fall loose again, nails scrapping gently against Jimin’s scalp. Fuck, that felt good.
As a reward, Jimin sank down further, relaxing his throat and hollowing his cheeks. The filthy sounds coming from his mouth made him wince as he sent a paranoid glance towards the door, hoping no one heard. There was really no good way to suck cock quietly.
Pulling back again, Jimin traced a prominent vein down the underside of Jungkook’s cock before mouthing lightly at his balls. “Gods, the things you do with your tongue…” Jungkook’s voice was smeared with desire as his hand tightened in Jimin’s hair. Jimin hummed in response, pleased with the praise, and took Jungkook back into his mouth, sinking his head down again. Jungkook’s hips jumped at the sensation, and Jimin had to hold them down when Jungkook tried to fuck up into the heat of his mouth.
Jungkook’s other hand snuck down to wipe away some of the slick from Jimin’s chin, tracing a shaky thumbs across his swollen lips and dipping the tip in along side his cock just to feel. “Fuck, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” Jungkook was babbling, a sure sign he was close. His thighs quivered under Jimin’s fingers and he knew his little princeling wouldn’t be able to hold himself upright much longer. Jimin pressed his tongue flat to the underside of Jungkook’s cock and watched as Jungkook’s eyes screwed shut. Jimin smirked smugly around the cock in his mouth, very pleased with himself.
Jimin reached for the jar of oil he had spied earlier and dipped three fingers into the stuff. Slowly, he reached around and started to play with Jungkook’s asshole as he continued to suck him off, just gently stretching the rim with the pad of his thumb.
A light twinge in Jimin’s lower back reminded him of last night when Jungkook had held him down and fucked into him so hard he saw stars. Jimin planned to have Jungkook squirming up on his throne tomorrow, still sore from today. These sordid meetings use to be just the occasional tryst, only when Jungkook was desperate for release, but somewhere along the way, they had become regular. Natural. Necessary.
Jimin had only gotten one finger in when he was ripped from his trance, Jungkook’s knees giving out as he fell with an ungraceful grunt in a heap of robes and sticky white spend, shuddering out a gasp that sounded something like Jimin’s name. Jimin followed him to the ground, suckling lightly on the sensitive head of Jungkook’s cock just to be a annoying. Jungkook pushed at his head weakly with a little whine, hips jerking from the stimulation.
Jimin knew he had a shit eating grin plastered all over his face, but damn it all if he didn’t do a good job. He had a right to be smug.
“Is that all you’ve got?” Jungkook finally managed to puff out from his spot sprawled out on the floor. Jimin just laughed and pulled Jungkook in to give him a little kiss on the nose. “I never asked for your mouth.”
“Give me a second, brat.” There was too much damn fabric, and Jimin wound up stripping them both. He laid his own clothes out on the floor so Jungkook would have something a little more comfortable to lie on.
Jungkook lay back on to the soft cloth, arms stretched above his head leisurely. He looked soft and pliant, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Jimin knew when Jungkook got in these moods, he just wanted to be taken care of, pampered a little bit. Sometimes it just took a little time for him to let go of his tight control, give the responsibility to someone else for a little while and just feel.
Jimin blinked, pulling himself out of his reverie before darting forward to press a quick kiss to Jungkook’s sticky forehead, snaking his way down Jungkook’s body. From his new vantage point, Jimin took a moment to appreciate the boy beneath him. Jungkook threw his head back, splashes of desire stained bright on his cheeks, fringe matted to his forehead. Gods, he was just so beautiful.
“You’re a mess.” Jungkook frowned and made a half-hearted attempt to crush Jimin between his thighs, but Jimin easily held them apart, laughing.
With an arm wrapped under one of Jungkook’s knees, Jimin lifted the leg onto his shoulder. The skin there was pale and perfect, soft against his cheek. Not for long.
Jimin began to suck a pretty mark into the skin of Jungkook’s upper thigh. A sharp intake of breath and a hand fisted in his hair spurred him on. His fingers drifted back down to Jungkook’s ass, playing with the stretched rim and gently fucking two fingers in and out. Soon, Jimin had sucked a whole constellation of bruises into Jungkook’s thigh, perfectly hidden where no one else would see them. Just a little reminder that Jimin had been there. A sign that this really happened.
“Come on. Come on, I want to feel you.” Jungkook tugged impatiently on Jimin’s hair even as he tried to rock back on Jimin’s fingers.
Jimin curled three fingers swiftly and ruthlessly right where he knew Jungkook wanted them just to shut him up. The sound of Jungkook’s fingers scrabbling for purchase on the floor and the desperate catching whine made Jimin smirk. Jimin grabbed one of Jungkook’s wrists and kissed the palm of his hand. He briefly considers making Jungkook beg, but Jungkook had never once said ‘please’ in his entire life, and Jimin wasn’t delusional enough to think he would start now.
Jimin laughed a little at how quickly Jungkook’s cock became hard again, so young and eager, a pretty red shade against his pale stomach. “Don’t worry. I’m going to fuck you nice and hard, little prince.” Jimin voice came out unusually low and husky as he dragged a single nail down Jungkook’s heaving sternum.
Jungkook was too far gone, head thrashing back and forth, shaking with need, and not even trying to contain the ragged moans of Jimin’s name spilling from his lips. Impatient hands reached for Jimin, pulling him back up for a kiss. It was quick and sloppy and though Jimin got more of Jungkook’s chin than his lips, it was perfect.
Jimin wrapped an arm around Jungkook and hauled him up by the waist. It took a little finagling in the small space, but Jimin got Jungkook turned around and propped up on his knees so that his back was pressed snuggly to Jimin’s chest, warm and solid. Jungkook let out a soft moan at the jostling so Jimin kissed him thoroughly, mostly to shut him up before one of the cooks walked in on them.
“You are going to have to be very quiet. Do you understand?” Jungkook shook his head wordlessly, whining into the juncture of Jimin’s neck and rocking his hips subtly. Jimin felt so on edge as he reached a hand up to give Jungkook a couple of fingers to suck on to keep him quiet.
Finally, finally Jimin slowly settled Jungkook down on his cock, the tight heat taking his breath away like a punch to the gut. Jimin had to rest his sweaty forehead against the back of Jungkook’s neck for a second to calm down, just breathing in Jungkook and feeling the connection between their bodies.
Jungkook swiveled his hips experimentally, letting out a needy little whine around Jimin’s fingers when it felt good. A breath caught in Jimin’s throat at the feeling. “Fuck.” The word was soft and drawn out, ruffling the short hairs at the back of Jungkook’s neck. Jimin’s strong arm around Jungkook’s waist kept him in place as Jimin finally began to move, rocking in molasses slow.
A sharp pressure stung the fingers Jimin had stuffed into Jungkook’s mouth. Jimin jerked them out with a hiss before Jungkook could bite down any harder. A muffled “sorry” was all the acknowledgment Jimin got.
A particularly loud bang from the kitchen made Jimin’s heart race, reminding him that there were people right outside the door. “Hear that, Jungkookie? All those people out there and no one has any idea that their little prince is on his knees taking my cock so well. What would they think, Jungkook?” Jungkook gasped as he rocked down with a jerk of his hips. “Just imagine, every time they looked at you sitting on that throne of yours, they would think of you just like you are now, moaning my name, your little cock smacking against your tight stomach with every snap of my hips, hmmm? Just looking at you would make all those court ladies blush.” Jimin’s skin felt too tight, too hot, like he was going to burst through at any moment. He had no idea where those words came from, what misguided strain of confidence had allowed him to murmur them into Jungkook’s ear, but damn he felt good, one arm wrapped around Jungkook’s waist as he screwed into that tight little ass. Just the idea of someone knowing about them, someone confirming that this, whatever it was that he had with Jungkook was real made him snap his hips faster, harder.
Jungkook turned his face to muffle a soft string of ah-ah-ahs into Jimin’s neck, blunt teeth biting into the tight muscles of Jimin’s shoulder. He was a dead weight in Jimin’s lap, too fucked out to really do much more than whine brokenly into Jimin’s skin. And fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing he had ever heard.
Jimin’s thighs burned. He felt his arm shaking in an effort to keep Jungkook upright just before it gave out. Without it holding him in place, Jungkook slumped forward face first into the robes Jimin had spread over the floor, pretty little ass in the air. The sight had Jimin snapping his hips forward with a new vigor, leaning forward to cage Jungkook in, feeling the heat between them.
Jungkook’s skin was so sensitive, only touched by the finest silks and linens. Now it was stained with blooming bruises and a rosy red blush. Jimin liked the contrast between the serious Crown Prince sitting solemnly on his throne, making decisions that would affect a nation, and the desperate boy in his arms who let himself just feel and react.
Jimin scraped fingernails up the pale skin of Jungkook’s thick thigh to grab a satisfying handful of his ass before giving it a sharp slap that had Jungkook gasping into the fabric bunched up beneath him. A pretty shade of pink bloomed across the skin. Jimin traced a line down Jungkook’s spine before leaning forward to nip at the small of his back as Jimin reached a hand around to take care of Jungkook’s leaking cock. “Let go, Jungkook. Just let go.”
“Fuck—Jimin, I—“ All it took was two tugs and Jungkook was coming apart beneath him. The choked off moans of his name had Jimin on the edge. The world started to go hazy around the edges, everything condensed down to him and Jungkook.
Although he wanted more than anything to come inside Jungkook, to mark him as his own, Jimin knew that was going to far. He pulled out with a little cry and came into his own hand, finally collapsing next to a spent Jungkook.
They lay panting in the storage room for several minutes, not really able to move, surrounded by the smell of peaches and sex. Jungkook curled into Jimin, heavy and warm, pliant and beautiful. It was so different from his formal aloof air while they were in public that Jimin had to wrap a heavy arm around Jungkook, pulling him close and nuzzling into his soft hair, tracing a finger down his spine.
They had carved out this little world for themselves away from the weight of royal responsibilities and judging eyes. It felt painfully intimate when Jungkook puffed out a huffy little laugh into Jimin’s neck. Jimin craned his head back just to see Jungkook’s face go all wonky with a happy, goofy grin. They would have a couple cricks in the morning, but in that moment, Jimin didn’t care.
Until – “Thanks. I needed that.” Jimin came crashing back to Earth. That’s right. It was all in the job description. It was all just something Jimin did to help Jungkook out. Just another one of his duties. Jungkook didn’t seem to understand that this wasn’t Captain of the Royal Guards Jimin, but just Park Jimin.
“But you still haven’t fulfilled your promise. I only came twice.”