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There are official avenues for Dongsik to visit the King's chamber. There are formalities to be observed, greetings to be made, and bows as well. It is a hassle, simply put. One that General Dongsik couldn't often be bothered with. This does mean that there are rumors that Dongsik doesn’t care for the King, though nothing could be further from the truth. General Dongsik is in love with King Joowon. They might have had a rocky start to their relationship, with Dongsik being accused of treason and all, but these days they are incredibly close.
So close that Dongsik has his own way of getting into the King's chambers that isn't going the official way.
Namely, the window.
It is a security flaw he’s pointed out time and time again, yet King Han Joowon insists that it is fine - after all, the only man crazy enough to drop from the roof to the window and enter from there is Dongsik. And he looks forward to Dongsik's visits.
So that's how the premier general of King Han Joowon's kingdom slips into his king's bedroom. And right into his bed.
Joowon being asleep now isn't a surprise - as much as Joowon claims there isn't much to being king and he is just a figurehead, Dongsik knows how hard Joowon works on keeping the kingdom running.
As soon as Dongsik sits on the edge of Joowon's bed, Joowon stirs. Dongsik can tell Joowon is reaching for the weapon that Dongsik has insisted he hide in the bedroom just in case someone was able to break in and make an attempt on Joowon's life.
"It's me, Joowon-ah." Dongsik says to avoid a scuffle. He'd probably win but then Joowon wouldn't be up for anything else.
Joowon's bleary eyes opens wider. "Dongsik." His voice is still adorably sleepy, but he sounds happy. Dongsik would do whatever was necessary to make Joowon sound that happy all the time.
Dongsik leans down to capture Joowon's lips in a kiss - Joowon's hands slide into Dongsik's hair, keeping him in place until Joowon is satisfied. When Dongsik pulls back, Joowon's lips are swollen and pink and he is panting - just a little, but enough that Dongsik could see. The fondness Dongsik feels for Joowon is all-consuming. It's not just the fondness a General might feel for their ruler coming into his own and taking care of the people as he should, but it's adoration for every little thing that makes up Joowon. For the warm brown eyes on Joowon, for his beautiful lips, and for his stubborn heart.
"Dongsik-ssi?" Joowon repeats, having clearly caught his breath. He sits up underneath his silk sheets, reaching for Dongsik's hands. "You look like you're thinking hard, is everything okay?"
"I'm with you," Dongsik replies, "what could possibly go wrong?"
There's not a lot of light in Joowon's room - the candles that sometimes burn in the braziers are out and the moon's light is blocked by the windows - but Dongsik knows Joowon is blushing anyways. It's the little things - how Joowon squirms and pulls at the sheets. It tugs at Dongsik's heart strings too.
He leans in for another kiss - one that's deeper and slightly more desperate. Like he can kiss Joowon hard enough to leave a mark - even though he would never dare do that to the King.
Joowon moans and Dongsik smiles against his lips, even as he pulls back. "Ah, Joowon-ah, be quiet. Don't let the guards know there's an intruder."
Joowon gives an inelegant snort as he leans into Dongsik. "An intruder? It's just my General coming for a late night strategy session."
"Is that what this is?" Dongsik asks as he undoes the ties for Joowon's robes and starts kissing his neck. "A late night strategy session?"
"Ah," Joowon arches and moans, "yes. It's important that the King and the land's foremost protector is satisfied."
"Oh? I satisfy you?" Dongsik purs, fingers digging into Joowon's hips as he laps at Joowon's nipples. Joowon's hands grips Dongsik's hair tightly - though never tugs. Joowon is too in control of himself for that. Dongsik wants to make him lose that control.
"Dongsik-ssi!" Jowoon moans. And who is Dongsik to tell his King no? The rest of Joowon's clothes are quickly removed, leaving Dongsik with a feast of flesh to partake in. Spoiled for choice, it's hard to decide where to start. On Joowon's cute nipples? On his sensitive thighs? Perhaps skip right to Joowon's cute cock, nestled between those thighs?
Dongsik decides to start from the bottom, reverently kissing Joowon's ankles.
"Dongsik-ssi!" Joowon hisses, trying to keep quiet. "Please! I don't know how much time we have and I need you in me."
It's true. Someone could walk in here at any moment - because they heard a noise or because there is actually something that the King should deal with. It's a shame that Dongsik doesn't get time to play with Joowon's body, but he'll have his feast some other day.
Dongsik knows exactly where Joowon keeps the slick - even though Joowon keeps hiding in it hopes of making Dongsik take him dry. He says that the pain will remind him of Dongsik throughout the day. Dongsik thinks a King shouldn't limp about all day just because he likes a little pain in bed. Dongsik chuckles when he hears Joowon's whine.
Sorry, My King , Dongsik thinks, but today won't be the day you get your way.
Dongsik can't resist a quick kiss to the head of Joowon's cock though. It's just so cute.
"Do you want to turn around or put your legs up?" Dongsik asks, settling on the bed in such a way as to not aggravate his own thigh injury.
"Fuck me." Joowon demands, raising his leg and showing off his pretty hole. Dongsik would be a fool to turn down an offer like that, but he can't help but run his fingers along the rim of Joowon's asshole.
Joowon shivers under his touch and it's heady to know that this is the King - the lord with absolute dominion over the lands Dongsik protects and Dongsik can reduce him to this in bed.
"Dongsik-ssi, if you keep teasing, I'll have you killed and your dick stuffed to use as a dildo." Joowon threatens, ass clenching under Dongsik's hands. It's an empty threat. Joowon has used it far too often for Dongsik to feel anything but amusement at it - granted, the first time Joowon threatened it, Dongsik had still felt amused. Joowon had been such a cute, huffy prince thinking he could stomp his foot and get everything he wanted.
In the end, Joowon ended up with a kingdom he didn't want and a General he'd accused of treason. Twice. And had arrested.
Dongsik doesn't blame Joowon for it, but it is amusing.
He is going to tease Joowon because of it though. He leans down to lap at Joowon's hole, causing Joowon to squirm. Dongsik pins Joowon's legs back so Joowon won't be going anywhere as his tongue tastes Joowon.
Every swipe of his tongue has Joowon making intoxicating noises. All ones that Dongsik has heard before but can't ever get tired of. How lucky he is to have Joowon underneath him. Joowon keeps starting his threats - probably about demoting Dongsik or cutting off his cock again, but he never gets very far before a moan is interrupting him. Dongsik isn't sorry at all. He is almost tempted to see if Joowon can come like this - folded in half with a tongue in his ass but his King has made it very clear what he wants. And it isn't Dongsik's tongue.
Dongsik dips his finger in the lube and slides one in. Perhaps he doesn't need to be so gentle - Joowon certainly seems to think so - but he can't help but treat Joowon gently.
"Joowon-ah, is this what you want?" He asks, one finger curling inside Joowon to stimulate the places Joowon reactes to best. Joowon's cock is drooling come right above and Dongsik licks his lips, thinking of how nice it'd be to suck.
"More!" Joowon demands, moving his hips as though he can entice Dongsik to fuck him. Which he can.
Dongsik sighs, pretending to be aggrieved as he slides another finger into Joowon's warm hole. "Is this enough fingers?"
"I don't want your fingers, Dongsik." Joowon growls, eyes meeting Dongsik's. His eyes are near pitch black, consumed with arousal.
The most powerful man in the country was undone by little old Dongsik's two fingers and tongue. Both humbling and heady. But if he keeps Joowon waiting much longer, it might actually be off with his head.
Dongsik presses kisses to Joowon's thigh - an apology for his slowness. And if he gets a bit distracted sucking marks that will bruise there, who can blame him? Joowon's thighs are a treat.
It's only when the bed creaks threateningly as Joowon moves that Dongsik remembers what he was doing before he got distracted by Joowon's smooth skin.
He slides his fingers out of Joowon, watching with fascination as Joowon's hole closes right back up as though it hasn't just taken two fingers. All this time and Dongsik is still fascinated by Joowon's body. There's the faint sheen of spit - or perhaps lube that clings to Joowon's skin - that's intoxicating.
Dongsik slides forward just enough for the top of his cock to press against Joowon's ass and sees that Joowon's hands are tightly clenching the bedsheets. That won't do at all.
"Joowon." Dongsik says quietly, smiling at Joowon immediately looks at him. "Why don't you play with your nipples?"
Dongsik feels how Joowon's body heats up under his hands as the flush spreads all the way down. Delightful. Obediently, Joowon's hands move. First he circles his brown nipples and then pinches them. The first one is always gentle when Joowon does it - as though he's afraid to do it. It's adorable. The second pinch has Joowon gasp, finally having put enough pressure into it for Joowon to really feel it.
"Suck on your fingers, then play with your nipples." Dongsik orders, rolling his hips just enough that the tip of his cock sinks into Joowon.
Joowon's face has frustrated tears clinging to his pretty eyelashes but he obediently lifts his hand to his mouth only to stop again when Dongsik teases him with just the tip. "Joowon." Dongsik reminds him lightly and Joowon slides his fingers into his mouth. Dongsik rewards him by pressing in a little bit more, relishing in the moan Joowon gives him.
"Trail your fingers along your jaw." Dongsik likes giving the orders. He could do it himself - for all that he's got one hand holding Joowon's leg back and another on Joowon's thigh, he's not actually holding Joowon in any particular way. But there's something delightful about directing Joowon. Joowon is so well behaved too, fingers leaving a trail of spit all the way down his neck until the saliva dries up. He goes all the way back down to his nipple and pinches it, gasping.
Dongsik has no choice but to lean in and kiss Joowon then. If his hips happen to cant forward and bury his cock inside Joowon...well, that's a bonus. It's certainly not so Joowon's pretty lips will be pliant and open, caught in a moan. Dongsik could happily stay like this - cock wrapped in the warm heat of Joowon's hole while he kissed Joowon, but Joowon has a country to run and Dongsik has an army to keep in shape. So Dongsik denies his urge to bite down on Joowon's lips - a mark like that would be noticed the next day. Instead he satisfies himself by sliding his tongue into Joowon's mouth as Joowon moans underneath him.
The position allows Dongsik to get nice and deep inside Joowon too. Dongsik doesn't need to pull out much to drawn ragged moans out of Joowon as he fucks back in. Joowon's cute ass is very sensitive. If Dongsik didn't know Joowon has court the next day, he might've smacked Joowon's ass and then fucked him, just to see if Joowon could come from it. Instead, he sets up a steady pace of fucking in and out of Joowon, greedily swallowing up Joowon's gasps and moans.
Joowon quickly forgets he's supposed to be playing with his own nipples to grab at Dongsik's shoulders - hard enough to leave marks. Dongsik would gladly carry Joowon with him all day and he could pass the bruises off as from sparring. Some of his men might know they were from a lover, but not who his lover is.
Fine with Dongsik, he likes keeping Joowon all to himself. And there's probably taboos about sleeping with your king, though he feels like if there are and Joowon knows about them, he'll quietly get them changed.
Dongsik reaches his hand down between the two of them - he's almost tempted to go to where they're joined, feel Joowon's pretty ass being filled over and over. But instead his hand brushes Joowon's cock, making Joowon keen loudly. Someone is clearly bad at being quiet.
"Maybe I should gag you next time." Dongsik teases, pressing kisses to Joowon's neck. "How else am I supposed to make sure you're quiet?"
"Next time you can fuck my throat." Joowon promises, tugging on Dongsik's hips to try and make him go faster. "I'm going to come, Dongsik-ssi."
Joowon always sounds both matter of fact and panicked, like he doesn't know what to do with the impending orgasm but he knows it's coming.
"Come in me first." Joowon begs. "Please."
And when Joowon says please, how can Dongsik deny him? He pulls his hand away from Joowon's cock - as much as he doesn't want to do that - and instead shifts slightly to change the angle he's fucking Joowon at. It won't stimulate Joowon as well, but it makes Dongsik able to sink his cock in all that much easier.
Dongsik pants in Joowon's shoulder as he thrusts, chasing his pleasure at Joowon's request. Joowon wraps his legs around Dongsik's wait to help him and arches into Dongsik's thrusts until Dongsik spills inside Joowon. The spurt of wetness on Dongsik's chest tells Dongsik that he's not the only one who came and some dark, possessive part of him purrs in contentment at having made Joowon come with him despite not trying for it.
Under him, Jowoon is nearly entirely limp until Dongsik tries to pull out, then Joowon's thighs tighten around Dongsik's waist and refuse to let him go. It's heavenly torture. Dongsik's come is so warm inside Joowon, not to mention Joowon himself. And Dongsik's come is spilling out around Dongsik's soft cock. The sheets are probably ruined, like they are every time Dongsik fucks Joowon. At least the servants have been discrete so far.
Then Joowon bears down on Dongsik's sensitive cock, causing Dongsik to hiss lightly.
"Again." Joowon demands like he's not starfished and loose-limbed underneath Dongsik. "I need more, Dongsik-ssi."
And never let it be said that Dongsik didn't follow every command his king gave him.