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A beautifully cultivated garden requires both skill and tenderness. Flowers grew better under a calculated hand and honeyed words of adoration. And rumor was, the young crown prince boasted the prettiest garden of them all, full of lovely concubines who flourished under his affection.
The crown prince has always had eccentric tastes- from a love for sweet, foreign foods as a boy to an eye for pretty whores, no matter what shape or gender, as a man. He collected them like prizes, picking them up and casting them out at his will, dabbling in every manner of blossom before inevitably moving on to something new.
Perhaps it was a perverted hobby, but his parents dare not make a fuss. After all, why would they? Kai was their angel, a joyful, delicate boy who never disobeyed them or brought shame to the palace. He kept his hobby quiet, and it wasn’t uncommon for the crown prince to have a harem. Every boy had his own tastes. As long as he married a decent girl who bore sons in the end, what was wrong with having a little fun?
However, lately, there has been a bit of trouble in the crown prince’s garden. A never-ending cat fight. Every hour, seven days a week, the rest of the concubines endured curses, and tantrums, and all manners of petty tricks. And the culprits are always exactly the same- a beautiful, but troublesome pair who clashed like fire and ice.
The first was admittedly to be expected; although, being a boy, the rest thought he ought to have a bit more shame. Already a male concubine, what’s the use in having no sense of humility at that? Choi Yeonjun was an older boy, having even two years on the crown prince, and a bastard child. His father had been a respected palace official, but his mother was a brothel attendant. Born out of wedlock, raised in the slums, beauty and charisma were his only form of currency. He grew up without any proper education, but was naturally quick-witted and even better, silver-voiced, and busked on the streets to earn money as a youth. The crown prince saw him in the merchant part of the city in passing, and simply couldn’t let Yeonjun leave his sight.
A strange blend of masculine charm and feminine allure, even the most uptight of officials could understand his appeal- his name was often spoken in hushed voices throughout the halls. And although he had a foul mouth and fiery temper that often got him into trouble, the crown prince was somehow charmed. Thus, the boy was brought to the palace and was a frequent companion of the crown prince’s, a pretty pink blossom now decorating his arm. Still, the others looked down on him for his dirty blood and rough mannerisms, and speculated he’d learned some sort of wicked tricks from the brothel to keep his place at the crown prince’s side.
No one was more vicious to him than Choi Soobin, who was as blue-blooded as they came. Born to a high-ranking general and an esteemed lady of the court, he was destined for a privileged life from birth. Private tutors, sword training, and his own attendants were all provided. He even practiced sparring with the crown prince as a youth, and certainly some feelings must have sprung forth in those years because he made the unthinkable decision to drop his studies and request to join the harem. He wasn’t the first boy to be of interest to the crown prince, but they were already quite close.
Many speculated Soobin couldn’t stand the thought of the crown prince favoring others over him, and got admitted to the harem solely to ensure no one else took his place in the crown prince’s heart. Yet he painted quite the striking picture because, despite having delicate features and a gentle voice, he was built exceptionally tall and masculine. Many thought it strange the crown prince would favor someone like this, when most of the concubines were lithe and slender.
Still, the crown prince was almost always seen with either Choi Yeonjun or Choi Soobin, but never with them both for the two went at each other’s throats the moment they were in a room together.
Today was no different. The concubines’ pavilion, typically quite pretty and orderly to be comfortable for the crown prince, lay in havoc. Shards of smashed teacups strewn everywhere, dressers spilling heaps of silk robes, fans that had been hurled as weapons now lay discarded on the floor.
"How can you not say you stole it when I saw it in your box of jewels not three hours ago?" Soobin was lecturing Yeonjun again, but he seemed on the verge of snapping, hands balled in fists and a tight snarl on his lips.
"So you’re admitting that you went through my things!" Yeonjun jammed a slender finger at him, upon which a gold and jade ring glimmered. No doubt a token of affection. He wore such gifts like trophies, viable proof of the crown prince’s favor. "You entitled little-"
“As if you have a right to the word ‘entitled’!” The venom in Soobin’s voice rang high and petty, continuing to rise in octaves the more furious he became. “You’re the one who stole my hairpin, always taking things that don’t belong to you!" Upon saying this, Soobin made a grab for Yeonjun’s hair, clearly intent on yanking out the elaborate knot he must’ve spent an hour getting it into. And sure enough, holding his hair together was a pink pear blossom pin. Lovely and demure, an absolute contrast to the fight brewing over it.
But Yeonjun was nimble, and danced away from his large hands, putting a pile of red cushions between them. "It’s my hairpin, but of course you can’t tell the difference because your view is so obscured by that big nose of yours. It’s a wonder you can walk in a straight line."
He’d gotten too confident in his taunting now. Soobin kicked aside the cushions and managed to grab him by the hair after all, the older boy thrashing and spitting in his grip, and although he didn’t raise his voice like Yeonjun, his murmur was just as poisonous. "At least my only talent isn’t being a greedy whore, and an inherited talent at that. I bet your slut mother stole all the time, didn’t she, and you just learned from the best." Soobin’s fingers knotted in Yeonjun’s hair and pulled each time he spoke, but even though involuntary tears swam in Yeonjun’s eyes, he refused to back down.
Yet there was no need.
"That's quite enough," a cool voice broke out over their argument, and they both glanced up to see Kai leaning against a nearby pillar, imposing yet somehow comfortable in a traditional master’s robes, and he wore the faintest of smiles. The crown prince’s boyish charm masked the glimmer of sadism in his sharp, dark eyes.
Immediately, Soobin released Yeonjun, and let him stagger before finding his own footing. He looked disheveled and unkempt, that ornate knot now completely destroyed, and tears threatening to break over his lash line. Clearly unfit to stand before the crown prince, and Soobin took great pleasure in Yeonjun’s humiliation.
Similarly, Kai appeared completely at ease with his unruly concubine’s distress, and even content with the unbridled anger of his other preening beauty. After all, they were both more fun once they’d been riled up. Soobin in his haughty prudeness and Yeonjun in his wild ferocity.
"I heard that you two have been causing mischief," he spoke leisurely, as if he had all of eternity at his fingertips, and in a way, he did. Their world revolved around him, and he never forgot. "But never could I have imagined that both of you would be so shameful in manner." he glanced at Yeonjun, who matched Kai’s cool gaze with his fiery stare. "Maybe you," he admitted, then fixed his attention on Soobin. "But certainly not you. I thought you knew better than to get upset over such trivial things."
Soobin lowered his head in shame, dark hair falling in his eyes, but muttered, "I am not upset for me. I am upset for His Highness. His pin was a gift, and now it’s on that whore’s head."
Such simple words sparked a wild reaction- Yeonjun immediately flared up again. "Bold of you to call me a whore when you lament any moment you’re not-"
"Enough," Kai broke in once more, although he chuckled to himself. Their little spat had become his evening’s entertainment. Rarely did he catch them going at, although he’d received numerous complaints from his other concubines. "Yeonjun-ah." Typically no young master would be so bold, but their difference in power placed Yeonjun immeasurably lower than his prince, so he made no attempt to ask for the respect that his age was due. "Is that Soobinnie’s hairpin?"
"The fact that I don’t know just shows how bland His Highness is in his gifts," Yeonjun sniffed, having the nerve to be offended. "If he simply showed a bit of favor or care, then we wouldn’t be fighting now, would we?"
"How dare you?" Soobin gasped, his fair ears turning red with anger.
Kai drew closer, placing a hand on Soobin’s chest to placate his temper while asking Yeonjun, "So, sorihwa doesn’t like the gifts i give him, is that it?"
Sorihwa, he called him, the hanja old but still tender in meaning. Little pear blossom. Soobin had never wanted to simply expel another man out of existence in his life so badly. He wanted to erase Yeonjun from Kai, the palace, the city, the world. Anywhere and everywhere, so he would never even have to imagine the way Kai spoke to him or looked at him again. For ten years, he’d had the crown prince’s heart. And then suddenly this boldfaced, lying, bastard child replaced him in an instant.
He had tried sharing, at first. He never minded so much with the others, the fawning ladies and giggling boys, none of which knew Kai like he did, so he felt no qualms about them being welcomed into the crown prince’s bed. It was just fun after all. Even his jealous heart understood the natural order of things. But something about Yeonjun got under his skin from the first time they met. Soobin had seniority, prestige, and the crown prince’s utmost favor. Yet Yeonjun still got the bed next to his in the concubine's pavilion, borrowed his jewelry and makeup without restraint, and worst of all, took half of Kai’s time in a matter of days. Soobin had no doubts that Yeonjun bewitched him. He must have, otherwise who would look twice at this skinny, flat-assed boy who cared more for his own reflection than for the master he served?
Yeonjun viewed his role in the harem as a job. A temporary position meant to fill his pockets simply by spreading his legs. It was the highest a whore could hope to climb the ladder, after all. His narrow-mindedness was a product of his upbringing, but irked Soobin just the same.
Soobin was Kai’s confidante, his friend, and his favored lover. For years, they’d been by each other’s sides. He refused to be pushed aside by a common slut, and a male one no less. Yeonjun couldn’t bear him sons. He had nothing Soobin didn’t.
So hearing Kai call him so tenderly pushed him past his limit.
Before Yeonjun could answer, he snapped, "Isn’t it obvious? He’s here for nothing but your riches, he’s never cared to even try and act respectable. He's a disgrace, and frankly, a smear on His Highness’s honor."
Kai laughed, a full, crystal sound that always sent Soobin’s heart into aerials. Young and bright, it reminded him of his childhood. Without intent, his fingers traced up and down the line of Soobin’s chest, creating goosebumps even over the fabric of his robes. "Your loyalty is always pleasant to my ears, Soobin-ah."
Pleased, Soobin gradually eased his tense stance under the crown prince’s touch. Familiar. Safe.
"And what do you have to say to that?" Kai questioned Yeonjun, who still had the nerve to lift his chin. To Choi Yeonjun, an invitation for silence wasn’t an invitation at all.
"His Highness’s gifts are only so valuable to me because they are a reflection of his affection," he purred, sugar-sweet. Charm rolled off him in waves; he practically dripped in charisma, sticky and syrupy as sun candy. "You cannot fault me for preferring those that are distinctly mine." Then, Yeonjun batted his lashes, as coy as a famous brothel flower, and went on, "His Highness cannot blame me for coveting, I'm but a man of simple pleasures, after all, and selfish sin. And I do so love it when he dotes on me."
Unfairly delicate words for a mouth that cursed so vulgarly. But for Yeonjun, it paid to read sijo even if the other concubines sneered whenever they caught him, scrolls in hand. He hadn’t the resources they had, unable to learn the noble form of speech or gain access to poetry, past or present, until Kai brought him to the palace. His manner of speaking didn’t lend itself to grace, so he immersed himself in writings. A fast learner, he now had a more poised mouth than many of the noble-borns, but only in front of his lover.
"Your coveting has landed you in trouble," Kai pointed out, although he sounded pleased with Yeonjun’s near poetic flattery, and left Soobin’s side, instead sauntering over to Yeonjun to fix his hair. Slowly, he dragged the pin out where Soobin had viciously yanked it askew, and both men looked on, one more furtively than the other, as Yeonjun’s dark hair tumbled down his shoulders. Kai combed his long fingers through once, then twice, the same fingers that had just been caressing Soobin tenderly. Yeonjun shivered from the lightness of his touch. As thin and wiry as he was, every tremble wracked throughout his entire body, leaving him looking indecent without any explicit action.
"Hold out your palm, Soobinnie," Kai ordered, reserving that cute tone for his closest friend, and Soobin had no choice but to comply. The hairpin was dropped into his outstretched hand, pink petals that he once thought alluring and elegant now reduced to a garish decoration after being worn by Yeonjun. He would never wear that hairpin again.
Still, one never denied a gift from the crown prince, so Soobin returned the pin to its place in his jewelry box while Kai continued to stroke Yeonjun’s hair.
"Say you’re sorry," the crown prince directed.
Yeonjun, as defiant a flame as ever, replied, "And if I don't?"
"Then I'll have no choice but to lock you in your own pavilion and have you copy old scripts for me. You’re useless for much else outside this room."
Immediately, Yeonjun bowed his head and muttered, "My most sincere apologies for borrowing your hairpin, Soobin-ssi."
Soobin smirked, satisfied for now. Of course, Yeonjun’s easy submission was to be expected- the boy might have made a hobby of reading, but his writing may never be salvaged from a commoner’s education.
What he didn’t expect was for Kai to turn and prompt him, "Now you."
Taken aback, Soobin said, "Excuse me?"
Unbeknownst to either of them, the crown prince was beginning to lose his patience with these two petulant concubines of his. Complaints had reached his ears even from his own courtiers, and when the rest of the palace knew the ongoings of his concubines’ affairs, then things had gone too far. They were supposed to be a quiet hobby of his- a small indulgence. If word of just how often and how roughly he played with his dolls got out, there would surely be some murmurs of disgrace. "I don't want to repeat myself," Kai replied sweetly, but a note of warning lingered in his tone.
Slowly, Soobin realized they were no longer playing around, so he muttered, "I am deeply sorry for pulling your hair, even though you stole from me first, and very much had it coming."
Yeonjun’s sharp, cat-like eyes narrowed in anger, and he opened his mouth to retort, but Kai placed a finger over his pouty lips and sighed to himself. "There really is only one thing to do with you two, isn’t there?"
Both of them watched him, confused. Pretty blossoms, one pink and one blue, heads following him like sunflowers to the sun.
Kai took a few steps into the center of the room, strides confident and powerful even as he seemed to come to a reluctant conclusion. "Yes, I suppose it’s the only thing we haven’t tried." He spoke as if the thought just came to him, but the idea itself was one he’d been toying with for weeks now.
Yeonjun, ever impatient, asked "And what would that be?"
Soobin resisted the urge to step on his foot. Kai turned with a devious smile and shrugged. "Well, what is it you two are best at?"
There was only one answer.
"Servicing you, your highness," Soobin murmured, though he hated to apply that idea to Yeonjun as well.
"Mm," Kai nodded, growing more and more fond of this idea as he thought about it. Yes, this solution would do nicely. He clapped his hands, growing more cheerful at every passing moment. "And of course, this is when I find you both at your most charming. so perhaps if you could see in one another what I see in you, you may understand, and you can put all this trivial nonsense behind you."
The intent wasn’t difficult to grasp. In fact, it wasn’t uncommon for two, or even more, of them to service the crown prince at once. But never Soobin and Yeonjun. They could barely stand to be in the same room together, let alone the same bed.
“Absolutely not,” Yeonjun refused flat-out, but Soobin shot him a sharp look.
“And who are you to decide?”
Yeonjun levelled his stare. “Oh, is this something you desire? You wish to share your precious prince in bed with me? Please, by all means, who am I to object?” he snorted. “If only you’d shared this perverted wish with the rest of us, we could’ve begun a long time ago.”
It was clear he was being sarcastic for cruelty’s sake, but Soobin adjusted the collar of his own blue silk robes and simply replied, “My wishes are irrelevant. It is true that I cannot stand even the sight of you. But if His Highness so desires, then it is my place to comply.”
“You could do well to learn a thing or two from Soobinnie,” Kai hummed, brushing his fingers through Soobin’s hair, careful not to undo the pretty blue tie. “It’s almost as if being difficult brings you joy.”
Yeonjun righted one of the cushions that had been knocked aside during their earlier fight and settled himself upon it, the air of a royal about him in his attitude, making a mockery of his poor blood. “His Highness ought to know by now that nothing brings me more pleasure than pushing his rigid boundaries.” He righted a tea cup as well, and poured himself a drink as he spoke. “They somehow always manage to bend for me,” Yeonjun added, a sly smirk on his lips.
“You have no sense of respect, do you?” Soobin hissed. “If His Highness says it must be, then it must be. The same goes even double for the lines he says must not be crossed. Just how dense can you get?”
“The two of you cannot go two minutes in silence,” Kai deduced, and a flicker of irritation flashed across his handsome features. “That is where we will start. Soobin, take the cushion across from him. Yeonjun, pour him a cup of tea. Sit together and say nothing.”
Though neither of them enjoyed having to execute such menial orders, they did as they were told, and soon they were seated across from each other, sipping tea in silence while Kai looked on. Soobin had a twisted, pained expression on his face as though he had bitten into a sour apple, and barely touched his tea. Across from him, Yeonjun lounged casually on his red cushion, occasionally hooking his cup with one finger and taking a drink from it, shamelessly wearing the smallest of smiles, as though he secretly got some pleasure out of this exercise.
Kai took his time browsing the dishevelled state of the pavilion, not so much tidying up as kicking things aside to be properly arranged later, by someone less important.
Yeonjun knocked the last of his tea back as though it were a particularly strong wine, and set his cup down with a loud clack. The crown prince didn’t look up from where he was languidly kicking through a misconstrued pile of silks.
“Is it because I’m prettier than you?” Yeonjun stared directly at Soobin.
Soobin’s lips remained tightly sealed, but his eyes blazed.
“Because if that’s the case,” Yeonjun went on, smirking, “then there’s really nothing to be done. Better to get over the fixed things in life, don’t you think?”
Kai’s foot stilled.
Still, Soobin said nothing.
“But you are so obedient.” He drew out his words, insulting without saying much of blatant offense. “‘Yes, Your Highness, ‘No, Your Highness,’ ‘Of course, Your Highness,’ ‘Whatever you say, Your Highness.’ It’s no wonder you’re kept around. A dog could give you an order and you’d duck your head in submission, it’s almost too easy.”
Soobin’s front teeth were digging into his bottom lip now, and a line of crimson split the surface. Bleeding red onto his already lightly painted lips. But his gaze suddenly flicked upward, and before Yeonjun could realize, a hit landed across his cheek.
His fingers immediately flew to it, shocked eyes looking up at Kai who just straightened up as though nothing had happened. Then, rough fingers dug into his scalp, yanking his head back. “And you’re not nearly obedient enough,” the crown prince stated, as matter-of-fact as one could be. “How dare you insult him in front of me? Not only are you trying to shame him for a virtue, but you directly disobey my order of silence, so convinced that I would never punish you. Do you think that highly of your own favor with me?”
Yeonjun no longer looked shocked, or even meek. He just tilted his head, hair still in Kai’s grasp. “And if I did?” His voice took on a breathy note- utterly shameless even now.
The crown prince’s laugh was cold, yet somehow still endeared. “Then, you’d be a fool. But,” his fingers slowly dragged down from his roots to the ends of his hair. “You’re my pretty fool, aren’t you? It’s true that I don’t keep you for your intelligence.”
Upon receiving nothing harsher than a little slap, which he seemed to rather enjoy, Yeonjun glanced at Soobin, and raised a smug eyebrow. The message was clear enough: why waste your time doing as you’re told when you can do what you wish and still receive affection?
Soobin just wrinkled his nose and averted his gaze. Obviously, the demonstration did little to convince him. He was a noble-born boy, after all. Esteemed, respected, always following the ways of the court. Always trailing after the crown prince. His entire life he’d been taking orders. An offensive display of rebellion wasn’t going to change his mind.
“Stand,” Kai eventually ordered, sweeping past Yeonjun to help Soobin to his feet. The noble concubine took the crown prince’s hand gladly, near reverence in the way he looked at him and gently ran his fingers across his outstretched palm before grasping it. The reward for obedience. Kai brushed a finger across his cheek- the two were practically eye-level, if not only a centimeter separating them. “The blue suits you,” he murmured, referring to the hue of Soobin’s silk robes.
Cutely, Soobin giggled, and tugged at them. Yeonjun feigned disinterest, although the twitch of his pointed nose betrayed him. “His Highness picked them out with great care,” Soobin finally spoke, voice low and soft. “The least I could do is wear them in his presence.”
Kai seemed particularly satisfied with that answer, a small, “Mm,” slipping past his lips. Then, he rounded, turning to Yeonjun. “And what about you? I’ve seen you in that set the last three times I’ve come to see you now, are clothes another gift you find unsuitable to your tastes?”
Yeonjun glanced down, as though he’d forgotten what robes he put on that morning. Once a commoner, always a commoner. Despite all of Kai’s opinions otherwise. “Not at all, Your Highness,” he said smoothly, but for once, he kept his head lowered. “I’m just not sure how suitable your most recent gifts have been for other company.”
Although he ran a hand down Soobin’s back and placed a kiss to the shell of his ear, Kai still addressed Yeonjun. “Well, that’s entirely the point, isn’t it?”
For perhaps the first time in his life, Soobin witnessed a faint blush spread across Yeonjun’s high cheekbones. Not a blush he painted on, but a genuine dusting of embarrassed pink hot on his tan skin. A curiosity rose in him- what could possibly make Choi Yeonjun, who grew up in a brothel, surrounded by all manners of illicit things, blush like a virgin?
As he looked on, he couldn’t help but wonder what was so scandalous about a set of robes. Then, the crown prince nodded towards one of their many ornate wardrobes. “Binnie seems confused. Why don’t you take them out and show us?”
Yeonjun’s tongue visibly pressed against his cheek in a sign of disagreement, but he stood nonetheless and took long strides to the wardrobe between his and Soobin’s beds. Kai continued to stroke down Soobin’s back, always impressed with how still Soobin kept himself until he was given permission to move.
However, Soobin was subtly lifting his chin, trying to catch a glimpse of what was taking Yeonjun so long. It looked as though he’d buried them under all of his other clothes, and at first, when he turned back to face them, arms full, Soobin didn’t get it.
Certainly, the clothes were pink. But nearly all of Yeonjun’s clothes were made in shades of red, as the crown prince seemed to fancy the color on him.
“Put them on,” Kai instructed, voice soft. Almost taunting him.
Yeonjun glanced at Soobin, his gaze hardening when he found a challenge in the other concubine’s eyes. He wouldn’t waste the opportunity to put on a show, then, even if he had to do it with Choi Soobin watching. The weather had been pleasant for the past few days, so he wore only a simple silk jeogori and baji. His slender fingers toyed with the ties of the upper garment before flitting between the knot, undoing it in a matter of seconds. He slid the fabric off his shoulders- he wore no undershirt and Soobin found himself looking away to avoid the sight of his tan, exposed collarbones and bare chest, even though he saw them nightly when Yeonjun crawled into bed.
However, Kai roughly grabbed Soobin’s chin, tilting his head up and forcing him to watch. “It’s rude to look away when he’s letting you watch,” Kai murmured in his ear. Soobin felt as though this were some kind of personal torture, but he couldn’t move his head, and besides, he wouldn’t have disobeyed Kai anyway.
Yeonjun hooked a finger in the silk ties of his pants now and let that come undone as well, stepping gracefully out of them. Soobin kept his gaze firmly above Yeonjun’s waist, even though he desperately wanted to close his eyes. Being told Yeonjun was desirable and seeing it personally were two very different things, and he had no interest in the latter.
All traces of hesitation seemed to have vanished from Yeonjun after committing to his task. But as he slipped on the new clothing, Soobin began to understand why he was reluctant at first.
They weren’t a set of robes at all. They were women’s clothing. Not only that, but women’s undergarments, and few ones at that. Just the sokchima, colored a dusty pink that Kai must have specifically gotten tailored for him. Yeonjun still had the broad shoulders of a man, but his torso was slim, and the skirt fit perfectly at his waist. With his hair down like that, if seen from the back, one might even mistake…
Soobin shut his eyes but Kai tapped on his cheek. “Isn’t he pretty?”
Blinking, Soobin tried to focus only on Yeonjun’s face. There was defiance in his eyes, as well as amusement at seeing him so uncomfortable. His self-consciousness had completely melted away.
He did look pretty. And Soobin hated him for it.
“If you wanted a girl, you could’ve easily gotten one,” he instead answered harshly.
But instead of Kai answering him, Yeonjun did, coming to stand right in front of him. “And where would be the fun in that?”
The question came out teasing and light. He was exhilarated by this, fear completely vanished. He saw Soobin as an easy target, so simple to play with. Utterly delicious.
“Does he not play with you like this?” Yeonjun inquired, tucking an escaped strand of Soobin’s hair behind his ear. He resisted the urge to slap his hand away. “Does he not tell you that you’re his pretty girl? When you spread your legs, does he not tell you how badly he wants to fuck your pretty pussy?”
When Soobin shook his head, it was an involuntary reaction. He couldn’t make a sound, not with Yeonjun circling him like a tiger.
Before he knew it, Yeonjun was behind him, arms wrapped around his waist, already undoing the ties of his jeogori. “No? What do the two of you do then? Because from the sounds of it, you don’t have nearly as much fun as we do.”
So engrossed in each other, neither of the concubines noticed as Kai retreated towards the table, more than content to observe them for a few minutes. He hadn’t expected Yeonjun to be so forward. Then again, he was nothing if not a committed whore.
“His Highness cherishes me,” Soobin replied faintly. “In every way.” And he did. Soobin thought of Kai as his lover, only his, and Kai treated him like he would a wife. With respect and tenderness, he had Soobin wrapped around his finger. Long gone were the days they would train together in the courtyards. More often than not, they shared a bed, and even in the daylight hours, Kai doted on him. It was heaven. It was bliss. If Soobin closed his eyes and forgot to keep track of the days, he could pretend as though it would last forever.
As Yeonjun peeled the robe off his shoulders, he sighed in pity. A sound that threatened to shatter his perfect illusion. “How boring that must be for you.”
“I don’t see how being treated like a girl would be any better.”
“Oh, he’s only been into that recently,” Yeonjun remarked offhand, and threw Soobin’s jeogori aside. Then, he glanced at Soobin curiously, and the way he looked through his lashes stirred a foreign heat in Soobin’s stomach. “Has he ever hit you before?”
Soobin forced himself to quell whatever Yeonjun kept trying to elicit from him. “Of course.”
“No, I mean hit you. Not like that chaste little slap I got a minute ago. Has he broken skin? Caused you to bruise, bleed?”
No matter how far back Soobin cast his memory, he couldn’t ever think of a time in his life when Kai had intentionally hurt him. Slowly, he shook his head, and Yeonjun seemed to relish it. “Why would he ever do that?” His voice came out more timid than he intended.
“Because it feels good,” Yeonjun murmured, stepping closer to him. Soobin automatically took a step back. He felt so exposed, standing in nothing but his silk pants, Yeonjun advancing on him like a predatory cat. With every step Soobin took back, Yeonjun took one more forward, until Soobin’s calves hit the edge of his bed. Yeonjun’s next words were whispered in Soobin’s ear, and caused his knees to buckle. “Because he wants to see you cry. I bet you’d look so wretchedly pretty.”
Soobin desperately shook his head again, but his body went against his thoughts. Almost automatically, his arm curved up to fit around Yeonjun’s waist, pulling him down to straddle him on the bed, and when they kissed, every illusion he had of escaping this disappeared.
Kissing Yeonjun was so markedly different from kissing Kai, his mind didn’t know how to process it. Kai kissed him the same way he touched him, like a lasting lover. In contrast, Yeonjun was aggressive, demanding, and messy. Both like he wanted to complete the task given to them, while having no sense of direction or care for decorum. He was entirely sex, vicious and unforgiving, that sort of primal heat Soobin only felt on the rarest of nights. His plump lips moved from Soobin’s mouth to his throat indiscriminately with no rhyme or reason, just set on making the boy beneath him fall apart.
“Yeonjun-noona.” Kai’s teasing voice interrupted the filthy symphony that Yeonjun had created with his mouth and Soobin’s moans.
Immediately, Yeonjun sat up and licked his spit-slicked lips. Soobin laid back and tried to regain his breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Never in his life had he been kissed like that before, to the point where he felt dizzy and disoriented.
“You ought to slow down, you’ll overwhelm him,” Kai advised, making his way over to the bed. His gaze swept over them, and a glimmer of twisted pride entered his eyes. His speculations were right- there was no prettier sight than the two of them tangled up together, and they’d barely even begun. “Soobinnie’s fragile. Delicate. You need a gentle hand.”
Breathing heavy, Yeonjun still managed to pant, “I don’t recall you saying anything about being gentle.”
Kai’s brows nearly touched his hairline. His voice grew more stern. “I’m saying it now. Be gentle with him.”
Yeonjun rolled his eyes but didn’t protest. “Will you be joining us, Your Highness?”
Kai smiled, but simply leaned against the opposite wall. “Not yet, noona.”
Soobin’s head had finally stopped spinning, enough for him to register the honorific at least, and he couldn’t help but wonder what was so enthralling to the crown prince about feminizing his male concubine. And if it was such a turn on, why didn’t he do it with Soobin?
Glancing down at him, Yeonjun realized, “Oh, he’s thinking again. You look so funny when your brain is working, did you know that? All lost and confused. I rather think an empty head suits you best.”
Regaining his breath, Soobin glared at him. “You would be quite familiar with an empty head, wouldn’t you?”
Instead of getting irritated, Yeonjun just shrugged. “I never claimed to be a scholar- I’m a whore for a reason. Besides, there’s only so much to think about. It might do you some good to stop creating more problems for yourself, and just focus on the present.”
Considering the present included him and Yeonjun pressed together on his bed, being eagerly watched by the crown prince, he’d rather not, actually. As quickly as that rush of unbridled lust overtook him, it began to ebb, scared away by Yeonjun’s incessant nagging.
Maybe his passiveness started to get on Yeonjun’s nerves, because soon he was grabbing at the hand Soobin had around his waist, reconnecting their lips as he moved Soobin’s hand to cup his ass. When Yeonjun slipped his tongue into his mouth, Soobin found himself squeezing, surprised there was anything to hold on to at all. He still thought Yeonjun was rather flat, but the fat he did have was perky, tempting Soobin to slip his hand under his skirt. His skirt, his mind had to repeat as the notion made him feel faint.
For the first time, Soobin tried to reason how they could even logistically go about this. Was Kai expecting them to go all the way? If so...how? From what he understood, Yeonjun was always on the receiving end from Kai, and his actions here didn’t indicate he wanted to change. Soobin had topped maybe half a dozen times in his life, but the thought of doing so with Yeonjun was actually intimidating. Even now, Yeonjun dominated him, guiding his actions and ensuring everything was done exactly the way he wanted. Soobin just couldn’t imagine...
“No one’s forcing you to enjoy yourself but you could at least kiss me back,” Yeonjun hissed into his mouth, quiet enough to evade Kai’s ears. “Make it believable, darling.”
Soobin realized his mouth had gone slack as he essentially tried to strategize sex, and he quickly surged up to lick into Yeonjun’s mouth, wrapping his other arm around his waist as well. If he just pretended like he didn’t hate the little bitch, this could almost be pleasurable.
With both of Soobin’s hands on him, Yeonjun spread his legs on instinct, and Soobin gave into temptation. His hands slid under the hem of Yeonjun’s sokchima, hiking up the pink silk fabric to expose his thighs and ass. Their kissing grew sloppy, with Yeonjun breaking away from his lips entirely to press kisses down his throat and chest. Soobin arched up as soon as his mouth made contact with his skin, not anticipating just how warm and wet it felt.
The small sound that escaped him seemed to encourage Yeonjun even more, who lapped over one of his nipples. Soobin gasped, tangling a hand in Yeonjun’s hair as his teeth teased the sensitive bud. Still, Yeonjun remained gentle with him, only toying with one nipple before moving to the next. When Soobin accidentally pulled on his hair, Yeonjun moaned into his chest, eyes falling shut for a second.
“S-sorry,” Soobin stuttered out and tried to loosen his grip. He hadn’t meant to get so caught up in it, but Yeonjun swept him under easily.
“Don’t be.” Yeonjun forced Soobin to keep his fingers firmly tangled in the silky roots of his hair. “I like it. Do it harder next time, though.”
Soobin’s breath caught in his throat, heart jumping at his shameless words, but before he could find any sort of response, Yeonjun was yanked back by his hair, out of his grasp. The kiss Kai pulled him into was messy and unforgiving, and the words that followed nearly left Soobin trembling.
“My little flowers. Playful now, aren’t we?” Kai smeared his own spit across Yeonjun’s lips, then forced his thumb into his mouth. Yeonjun took it eagerly, aggressive demeanor completely gone the moment Kai got his hands on him. “You want Soobinnie to be mean to you, is that it?”
Yeonjun nodded, drawing off Kai’s thumb with a wet pop. “Please.” He sounded breathless and wrecked already, eyes glazed over at his prince’s touch.
Kai took in Yeonjun’s desperation, considering it, then flicked his gaze to Soobin, who laid there watching their exchange in hot daze. “I’m not sure he’s up to the challenge.” Kai combed through Yeonjun’s hair once before slowly coming around the bed towards Soobin.
He tried to meet the crown prince’s eyes, but found he couldn’t, so ashamed of his state of disarray and how easily he’d let Yeonjun take him apart.
“Look at him,” Kai cooed at Yeonjun, kneeling down to be eye level with Soobin. He gently caressed his cheek, and Soobin felt himself lean involuntarily into his touch, eyes falling shut. “You’ve made him all dizzy and pink, noona, he looks so pretty. He couldn’t possibly be mean to you.”
Soobin blinked his eyes open, only to meet Kai’s soft brown gaze. When he looked at him like that, Soobin almost forgot there was anyone else in the room. He reached up and cupped Kai’s face, bringing him in for a sweet kiss. Kai chuckled, but let Soobin kiss him, as if the act endeared him. They kissed for a minute, maybe two.
Then, Soobin yelped in pain, torn away from the kiss by a sharp jab to his leg. Both him and Kai glanced up.
Yeonjun sat innocently at the end of the bed, but both of them could see the red crescents on Soobin’s leg where he’d just roughly dug his nails in, and the slight blood trickling down his pale skin.
“Apologies, Your Highness, but I’d begun to find your exchange quite boring.” On the contrary, he didn’t look sorry at all.
Kai’s voice was cold as he replied, “You find any moment that doesn’t center around you dull.” He didn’t even give Yeonjun the benefit of looking at him.
Still, Soobin couldn’t help but look. The pain had faded to an occasional sting, but Yeonjun’s cat-like smile was as poisonous as it was pretty. “And yet you leave me to play by myself, how rude.”
Soobin’s dazed stare sharpened into a glare. Selfishness was one thing he couldn’t stand, which was undoubtedly the reason he hated the other concubine. Everyone knew Yeonjun couldn’t share the crown prince’s attention. “Not everything is about you.”
His voice came out rougher, more fucked-out than anyone was expecting. Yeonjun’s eyes narrowed. “Isn’t it, though?” Even though he crawled towards them on his hands and knees, he looked immeasurably powerful, even with his hair a mess and his dress hiked up. “His Highness is right, you know. You don’t have a mean bone in you, although it’s cute when you try. Me, though…” Soobin’s eyes fell shut as he felt Yeonjun’s lips against his ear, his breath hot and seductive. “I could be very mean to you. You have no idea how much I’d like to see you cry.”
And to Yeonjun, Soobin just looked stunning. Certainly, Yeonjun himself was known for being petty and arrogant, considering himself above the concubines because the prince favored him so much as to pluck him from poverty and place him amongst his most beautiful flowers, but even he could see how much fun Soobin was to play with.
A blush forever scattered across Soobin’s soft cheeks, the way he squeezed his eyes shut whenever Yeonjun got close, how easily he gave way to harsh words. So responsive. Anyone would want to rough him up a little.
And when Soobin was at a loss for words, Yeonjun looked up to gain permission from Kai, who stood behind his other concubine, watching them in satisfaction. On the other hand, Yeonjun couldn’t wait to have the prince all to himself again, hear the praise he would surely shower him with once all this was over. Right now, he looked distant and haughty, so very clearly trying his best not to show favoritism. Yeonjun would force it out of him if he had to. He would stay on his knees for however many days it took for the prince to confess that he was his favorite, no matter how many bruises he had to endure.
“May I?” he asked his master for now.
“Gently,” the crown prince responded with a note of warning in his voice. But all Yeonjun heard was permission granted.
“Did you hear that, Binnie?” Yeonjun grazed his teeth across the shell of Soobin’s ear, revelling in the way he squirmed beneath him and mewled. “His Highness says I get to make you cry.” Then, Yeonjun bit him, teeth dug in the fleshy lobe of his ear, and Soobin cried out. Suppressing a giggle, Yeonjun licked over the faint wound, then dragged his mouth down the column of Soobin’s neck. He liked to play rough and messy- the sort of treatment the other concubine had surely never experienced.
So pampered, so inexperienced. His sheltered life only gave Yeonjun more opportunities to push his limits.
He used his teeth as much as his lips and tongue as he continued down Soobin’s body -he did love a man taller and broader than himself, and especially loved watching them fall apart- before leaving one final mark on Soobin’s hip bone.
Finally, Yeonjun lifted his head to admire his work. Soobin’s eyes were screwed shut and he was panting, out of breath from a bit of light foreplay alone. How cute. Sprinkled across his shoulders, down his chest, and around his hips were pretty red marks all in the shape of Yeonjun’s mouth.
When Soobin noticed he’d stopped, he blinked his eyes open, only to snatch up a pillow and hug it to his chest once he saw Yeonjun watching him intently.
Yeonjun snatched it out of his arms and tossed it aside before Soobin could even protest, murmuring a quick, “I don’t think so.” Then, he grasped Soobin’s wrists and pressed them firmly to the bed. “Your prince may find hiding cute, but I don’t. I think begging is cute. I think that clueless look in your eyes is cute. I even think the way you shake when I touch you is cute. So, no hiding. Your hands are going to stay right here, understand? You’re not allowed to move. Not your arms, not your hips, not anything.”
“What do you-”
Before Soobin could raise the question, Yeonjun had already ducked his head, pressing a quick kiss just below his navel as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of Soobin’s pants.
Although the lightweight, airy fabric had done little to hide his obvious erection, a new level of embarrassment overtook Soobin when he was so blatantly exposed. Yet, barely a moment passed before shock overtook him, swiftly replacing any sense of humiliation as Yeonjun wrapped those sinful lips of his around him.
A sharp gasped slipped past Soobin’s lips and he screwed his eyes shut. His arms jerked in their desire to reach down and grip Yeonjun’s hair, but the other concubine’s words still lingered in his ears. Your hands are going to stay right here, understand?
And he didn’t understand, but he desperately wanted to be good now that he had Yeonjun’s mouth on his cock. Clearly practiced, Yeonjun bobbed his head not in perfect rhythm, but in the best way to ensure Soobin completely fell apart. He sucked cock just like he kissed- messy, wet, and confident. As he traced a vein with his tongue, he dragged his nails down Soobin’s thigh, and revelled in the way the man beneath him whimpered.
Yeonjun swallowed around him eagerly, taking him as deep into his throat as he could, but still he couldn’t fit Soobin’s entire length in his mouth. With the hand that wasn’t teasing him, he circled the base of his cock to jerk him off.
The feeling was indescribable- Soobin felt completely overwhelmed, the sensory overload far too much. Yeonjun didn’t only use his tongue and his hands, but he used his teeth too, lightly teasing over the most sensitive part of him just to watch him chase the feeling.
But as soon as Soobin bucked his hips up to meet the tight circle of his hand, Yeonjun squeezed, harsh, and came off his cock with a filthy popping sound.
“What did I say about moving?” Yeonjun’s voice came out ragged, high and rough, and Soobin could barely bring air into his lungs, let alone respond.
Then, he felt a gentle hand in his hair, and looked up to see Kai perched behind him on the pillows, watching him fondly. Beautiful and regal, posture perfect, laying Soobin’s head on his lap. Although, he schooled his expression into a one of stern expectation the second he caught Soobin looking. “Noona asked you a question,” Kai prompted him, shockingly calm for someone witnessing such a filthy act. As if this was nothing to him, nearly as dull as a history lecture or diplomatic debriefing.
Soobin blinked, trying to regain his breath, trying to remember. He’d gotten lost in the mess of sensations Yeonjun forced him under. “S-said not to move,” he panted. As he tried to speak, Yeonjun kept his grip on his cock, but stroked the head with his thumb, drawing a faint cry from Soobin.
“Does it feel that good?” Yeonjun’s fucked-out voice was nearly a purr now, and he looked far too at home between Soobin’s legs. “So good that you can’t help yourself.” He wasn’t even asking a question now. He just dipped his nose to nuzzle at the inside of Soobin’s pale thigh. Then, he nipped at the skin there, forcing another pathetic sound from him. At his whine, Yeonjun lifted his head, locking eyes with him. His gaze was sharp and predatory, and he seemed to relish Soobin’s pain. “What is it you always call me? A lowborn slut?” Yeonjun laughed, then released the grip he had around his cock only to rake his nails up the length of it. He pressed his thumb roughly into the slit, causing only enough pain to prick Soobin’s eyes with tears. “How do you feel now? Still noble?” Yeonjun tilted his head, anticipating the drop of his first tear. He wanted Soobin to break, but it was as if the other concubine was holding his breath, forcing himself not to speak. So, Yeonjun lapped his tongue over the flushed tip of his cock before murmuring, “Still better than me?”
At that, Soobin couldn’t hold it in anymore. A broken cry forced its way past his throat, and the first tear spilled over his lash line.
“Ah, pretty,” Kai said, and let Soobin bury his nose in the crook of his knee. “Noona, you’ve really made a mess of him.”
Yeonjun sat back on his calves in satisfaction, completely abandoning Soobin in his vulnerable state. Although, Yeonjun barely looked much better. His already full lips were slick and red, completely swollen from going down on him, and his throat was in bad shape. He’d tried to come off confident- it turned Kai on- but in truth, he’d never tried to deepthroat someone of Soobin’s size before, and it left him more wrecked than he’d like to admit. Still, there was an undeniable triumph in seeing the other whore cry, one that curled low in his stomach. Winning was its own kind of arousal to him.
Tears streaked down Soobin’s soft cheeks, and his eyes looked like that of a scared doe. Round and sparkling, a sight that was almost vulgar in comparison to his leaking red cock.
Kai kissed the top of Soobin’s head. “What do you need, my love?” Soobin just shut his eyes, trembling slightly. “Do you need to cum?’
At the mention of cumming, Soobin bit his plump bottom lip and nodded. “Please, Your Highness. Please, I need it, I don’t-”
“Shh,” Kai soothed him, and pressed his thumb to Soobin’s lips. Automatically, Soobin opened his mouth and sucked, as if he found some relief from the task. “Noona will make it better.” Then, Kai lifted his gaze to Yeonjun, who seemed dismayed by the prospect. “Won’t you, noona?”
Rather than agree, Yeonjun seemed more and more irritated. “There seems to be nothing in this game for me,” Yeonjun muttered. “How long must I pleasure your little wife before you’re satisfied?”
Soobin blinked his eyes open in shock at the word wife, nearly gagging on the finger in his mouth. Yeonjun didn’t miss his reaction, either, and suppressed a pretentious scoff. The kind one should never do in the presence of nobility, but once again, Yeonjun seemed to care little for common courtesy.
“Oh?” Slowly withdrawing his thumb from between Soobin’s lips, Kai asked, “Are you feeling left out, pretty blossom? You think I’m just using you?”
A string of saliva connected Kai’s finger to Soobin’s lips, and Yeonjun struggled to lift his gaze defiantly. The sight was almost too lewd to look away from. “I have no problem being used. I simply don’t get off on watching princesses whine, that’s all.”
Frankly, Soobin didn’t understand how he could act so petulant and bratty even now. Weren’t they only doing this for Kai? If he weren’t in such a disheveled state, he’d certainly have a sharp retort for the other concubine, but his head felt floaty and full of gauze. Usually he was quick-witted around Choi Yeonjun but he couldn’t think past the thumb barely brushing his lips and the mouth that was on his cock a moment ago. The only thing he could concentrate on was the need to cum, which grew more pressing the longer Kai kept touching him.
Still, the feeling subsided slightly when Kai gave Yeonjun his attention. The attention that should be Soobin’s, and Soobin’s alone. The crown prince laughed, sharp and derisive. He liked mocking Yeonjun, drew pleasure from his petulance. “How ironic coming from someone who’s typically such a pillow princess.”
Genuine irritation appeared in the crease of Yeonjun’s brow, and he narrowed his eyes. “I’m not a pillow princess.”
“Is that so?” A note of challenge entered the crown prince’s voice. “By all means, then, prove it.”
Yeonjun lifted his chin, more than eager to meet any challenge, and matched the prince’s derision with a sneer. “What, you want me to fuck your wife now, too?”
“No.” A sadistic smile appeared on Kai’s lips. If the god of mischief were to disguise himself as a mortal, the crown prince would be the perfect host. Even now he tilted his head, playfully arrogant as he ordered, “I want you to ride him.”
Soobin let out a small oh at the thought, but Yeonjun seemed less certain. A flash of hesitation crossed his face, revealing a chip in his flawless confidence.
Of course, Kai knew why his pear blossom wasn’t so eager. Despite his arrogance and hotheadedness, Yeonjun had little stamina. He was always quick to give up whenever he bounced on Kai’s cock, and whined for them to switch the moment his legs started shaking.
Still, Yeonjun’s ego would always outperform. “With pleasure,” he replied, faking a smile. “You hear that, Binnie?” he said, directing the attention towards Soobin, instead. He drew a finger down the other concubine’s chest, watching him shiver under his touch. “I get to use you. Is that okay? Can I use your big cock?”
He sounded so eager, so enthralled with the idea, completely masking the anxiety that had colored his voice a moment ago. That was one thing Kai always adored about his pretty concubine. Never before had he met a more shameless whore. Or more dedicated, for that matter. Yeonjun’s burning desire to always be the best was its own form of arousal. He got off on success, on praise, on excellence. A complex bred from poverty, he refused to be common. And to Kai, he wasn’t common at all. He was a jewel. A slut, to be certain, but of the highest caliber. He’d found his rightful place.
Now, Yeonjun watched Soobin with a sharp, intimidating gaze, daring him to agree. He wanted to wring filth from those pretty bow lips, the kind that made Soobin gasp and protest whenever the other concubines fawned over their moments with the prince. Noble-born, he had such a standard of grace and decency. It was only sensible for Yeonjun to want to see that standard broken by Soobin himself over and over. His favorite thrill was the high he got off pushing Soobin to the brink of anger and hearing the curses that slipped out of his mouth. He wanted to do the same now, replacing anger with lust.
Yet Soobin looked beyond words, eyes wide, skin flushed, but Kai wasn’t going to let him get away so easily again. Not when the question was so enticing. “Noona asked you a question,” he murmured, lips trailing along Soobin’s pink ear. “Answer.”
Soobin’s tongue darted out to lick along his rosy lips. A more clear answer than anything but he managed a soft nod. “Please.” He hadn’t the mind left to say anything else.
Yeonjun’s lips curled in satisfaction- he would play right into his fantasy. “Oh, I do love it when you ask for it. Say it again. Convince me, darling.”
Soobin glanced at Kai, who only nodded in agreement. “Go on. Beg.” Simpler terms for Soobin’s poor empty head.
“P-please,” Soobin stammered. “I want you to use me.” He glanced at Kai again, but received no further hints. The prince seemed to enjoy his struggle, watching with a tilted head and a light, twisted smile. “N-noona. Please...please let me…”
“Let you what?” Yeonjun murmured, crawling back up Soobin’s body to hover over him. They were almost nose to nose, Yeonjun’s small hands braced on the pillows framing Soobin’s head. His knee pressed between Soobin’s muscled thighs, and he leaned down to whisper, “Tell noona what you want to do to her.”
Soobin let out a small gasp but Yeonjun quickly swallowed it, closing the space between their lips.
He used more teeth and tongue than anything, and dug his knee in harder, trapping down Soobin’s cock as he insisted, “Tell noona.”
“W-wanna fuck noona,” Soobin panted out between kisses, and he could feel Yeonjun smile against him, feel the way he relished his desperation, and he didn’t despise Yeonjun for it as much as he should.
Yeonjun broke their kiss and lifted his head, keeping Soobin down with a palm on his chest. “Oh, I know you do, darling. But you don’t get to. You’ve been so mean to me, after all. So, all you get to do is lay there and let me use you to get off. Like a toy. Doesn’t that sound fun? A little toy, all for me, Soobin-ah.”
Soobin could no longer visualize the line between pleasure and torment, so he just nodded feverishly, and let his head fall back on the pillows as Yeonjun reached back to stroke his cock.
“Such a lucky man,” Yeonjun mused as he jerked him off. Almost conversational, casual, in his attempt to drive the other concubine mad. “So well-endowed. What a waste.” Soobin whimpered when Yeonjun’s hand left him, instead gesturing to Kai, who had already slipped a jar of oil from Soobin’s drawer and handed it to him. “You should be thanking me. I’m doing you a kindness, after all, giving your big, useless cock a purpose.”
Yeonjun’s degradation flowed easily from his lips, but his breath hitched and eyes fluttered shut as he slipped the first finger into himself. His skirt hiked up past his hips, his little pink cock beginning to perk up in interest.
How cute, Kai thought as he watched Yeonjun slowly open himself up. His concubine rarely faltered when it came to saving face, but when he did, the result was absolutely stunning. His pretty plush lips parted, revealing just the barest hint of his pink tongue while his lashes fanned across his cheeks. One finger became two, then three, and he lost control of his movements, rhythm unstable and rough. Soobin watched in rapture, lids hooded, eyes dark and shining, like he’d never seen a prettier sight, and Kai couldn’t blame him.
His free hand roamed his body, teasing his nipples through the silk of his dress until they were visibly hard against the fabric. A spot of precum stained where his cock kept rubbing up against it.
Yeonjun purposely avoided his prostate, edging himself to the point of pain, but Kai knew that’s how he liked it. Even the sounds he made were such a stark contrast to his earlier brashness. Snappy retorts had quickly been replaced by breathy gasps and mewls, making the man underneath him writhe in desire. Still, he was obedient, and didn’t move his hips at all as Yeonjun played with himself.
However, after a few minutes of this, Soobin seemed to reach a new high of desperation and grabbed Yeonjun’s hip, the sight of his large hand on Yeonjun’s thin frame almost comical.
“Please, it hurts,” he whimpered, and Yeonjun took pity on him.
“Aw, poor baby,” Yeonjun cooed, and pried Soobin’s hand off of him, pinning it back above his head. He wiped his fingers clean on the sheets beside him. “Keep your hands here, understand?”
“Yes, yes, I understand,” Soobin chanted desperately. “Please, please let me-”
“Shh, I’ve got you.” Yeonjun slicked his fingers with more oil and gripped Soobin’s cock once more, pumping it a few times, and spread his legs wider, slowly sinking down onto his flushed, throbbing cock. Soobin shut his eyes and tried not to whimper, finally feeling some relief. Yeonjun took him halfway before he had to pause, biting his lip. Soobin’s cock had felt big enough in his mouth, threatening to choke him more than once, but even that didn’t prepare him for just how large he was. Three fingers were certainly not enough, but through his lidded gaze, he could see Kai watching him closely, almost as if he didn’t believe Yeonjun could do it, as if he expected him to give up, and that hardened his resolve.
He would take every inch of Soobin, even if it broke him.
“I-I changed my mind,” he stammered, trying to regain control, but the sensation of being so full began to overwhelm him. “Touch me. Soobin, touch me, please,” he panted, bracing himself on Soobin’s chest.
The other concubine was so sweet, so compliant. He kept completely still, not trying to fuck into Yeonjun as he adjust to his size, and lifted his shaky hands to grip Yeonjun’s waist.
His palms were warm. Sweaty but soft. For a strange moment, Yeonjun felt safer in his hands. Gently, he rocked his hips, taking another inch. Slowly, but surely, with Soobin’s curious hands wandering up his skirt and over his chest, he managed to sink down all the way, a high-pitched keen escaping his lips when his ass met Soobin’s pelvis. Tears pooled in the corners of his eyes, shiny and wet, and Soobin thought he looked beautiful.
“Noona, you look so pretty like this,” Kai murmured, saying the words Soobin couldn’t.
Hearing his praise, Yeonjun lifted himself slightly off Soobin’s cock before sinking back down, and both of them moaned as Soobin hit Yeonjun’s prostate. He repeated the motion again and again, using Soobin’s pecs for leverage as he fucked himself on his cock, pace getting faster and whimpers getting higher in pitch. “A-ah, Soobin-ah,” Yeonjun moaned, knees trembling. “Y-you’re so big. Can feel you h-here.” He grabbed the hand that was gripping his waist and pressed it to his stomach, a slight bulge forming whenever Soobin fucked all the way into him.
A soft whisper ghosted against Soobin’s ear. “Compliment him.”
Overwhelmed by just how tight he was, how deep Yeonjun could take him, all he managed was a breathless, “Y-you feel so good. So tight.”
He’d never experienced this before. Even the few other times he’d topped, he’d never fallen apart completely from this sensation. Yeonjun was impossibly tight and wet, working Soobin’s cock all on his own, and looking stunning in the process. A fucked-out mess, to be certain, carding his long, dark hair out of his face and licking the saliva from his swollen lips, but undeniably sexy. His nails left deep crescent marks in Soobin’s chest and across his collarbone, and he arched his back so prettily to hit the perfect spot.
Even so, as lost in his own pleasure as he was, his legs continued to shake, and he was panting heavily. More than once, Soobin leaned up to kiss him, the sweetest assurance to keep going. His hands were ruthless as he grew more desperate to come, having been edged for so long. He shoved Yeonjun’s dress up past his waist, kneading Yeonjun’s ass and forcing him down harder on his cock. Even so, he ignored the other concubine’s straining erection, abiding an unspoken rule that it shouldn’t be touched.
Yeonjun was so blissed out, using Soobin to his complete satisfaction, that it took him a moment to register the second pair of hands on him, fingers pressed into his hips with bruising strength. He glanced back and met Kai’s dark, entranced gaze.
For a moment, he’d almost forgotten that the crown prince was there, watching them ruin one another.
“I want to feel you too, noona,” Kai murmured, then placed a kiss at the nape of his neck. The statement was so simple and innocent, yet conveyed an almost sinful lust. Yeonjun shut his eyes. Beneath him, he could hear Soobin’s breathy gasps, feel the way he’d started to thrust into him now that Yeonjun had slowed the rolling of his hips. His fingers grasped roughly at Yeonjun’s sides, layering over Kai’s.
Wet kisses traced down his neck and across his shoulders. Then, he felt Kai’s hands slide down, over the marks Soobin had left. But when he felt a finger rubbing against his already stretched hole, he glanced back again, this time anxiety clouding his hazy eyes.
“W-wait, Your Highness, I don’t think it will fit-”
“Of course it will,” Kai cut him off by grabbing a fistful of his hair. Yeonjun cried out. Kai forced his head down, into the crook of Soobin’s neck, and Soobin responded by wrapping his arms around him and slowing the thrust of his hips with a strained grunt. “But it will be easier on you if you bend more like a good whore.”
“A-ah,” Yeonjun panted as the first oil-slicked finger breached him alongside Soobin’s cock. Trying to do as he was told, he arched his back, braced against the broad chest beneath him. He mouthed mindlessly at the pale skin of Soobin’s throat, trying to distract himself with anything. And to his credit, Soobin tried to help, gently running his fingers up and down the expanse of Yeonjun’s back.
“Keep moving. S-slowly.” Yeonjun’s command came out muffled, but Soobin heard him and started to thrust again. It was agonizing- Soobin’s cock nestled nicely against his prostate even when still, but like this, it dragged against his walls in a way that was nothing less than torturous.
He writhed when he felt Kai’s middle finger join his index, a broken moan torn from him. Kai placed his other hand right above his ass, forcing him to hold still.
Soobin was starting to get affected as well- the additional stimulation made him lose focus, his hands on Yeonjun becoming rougher and his thrusts less pointed.
If Kai went on like this, teasing him to the point of delirium, Yeonjun was positive he’d cum before he even felt the tip of his cock.
Besides, he was a concubine to the crown prince. He should be able to take two cocks at once, regardless of their size. Any decent brothel whore could do the same.
So, he gritted his teeth and begged, “Your Highness, p-please. Just...just fuck me, please.”
It had become a matter of pride, and those were the matters he took very seriously.
Kai seemed pleased with his request. “Having a change of heart, hm?” Still, he only increased the rate at which he fingered him, stretching his hole in a way that brought tears to Yeonjun’s eyes, and he was never more thankful to have his head buried in the crook of Soobin’s neck.
“Please, Your Highness,” his muffled begging came. “I need it. Need both of your cocks in me.”
Beneath him, he heard Soobin’s breath hitch in his throat, felt his body seize up, and then felt a sudden flood of wetness in him.
Kai must’ve felt it too, because he paused in his scissoring. Yeonjun moaned as he withdrew his fingers.
“Well, you’re in luck,” Kai murmured. Soobin made eye contact with him over Yeonjun’s shoulders, a rush of hot shame turning his cheeks red, and he had to drop his gaze. The crown prince wore a cruel smirk. “Soobinnie just came. Your pussy’s all wet now, noona.”
Torn between humiliation and arousal, Yeonjun just rocked his hips, trying to fuck himself back on Soobin’s still-hard cock, and bit his shoulder. Soobin arched into him, a sharp gasp hissing between his teeth, and his hands found their way up to his hair. Yeonjun licked over the bitemark he’d drawn on Soobin’s skin before finally lifting his head to catch his lips. At first, he only got Soobin’s full bottom one, and sucked it between his own, biting down again before kissing him properly.
It was filthy, the way they swapped spit with no sense of decorum. Even filthier was the sound of Kai fingering Yeonjun now, fingers slick with Soobin’s cum. With his long middle finger, he brushed up right against Yeonjun’s prostate and the head of Soobin’s cock, causing them both to whine into each other’s mouths.
Kai played them both quite easily, an expert puppeteer, just wanting to watch his pretty concubines completely fall apart.
Finally, however, his own arousal became impossible to ignore any longer. His restraint was typically impressive- if they were any other whores, he could probably watch them play with each other all night and abstain from joining in the fun. But these two together were a particularly depraved sight, one that had Kai undoing the neat silk tie from around his waist and slipping his pants down to free his aching cock.
Carefully, he eased his fingers out of Yeonjun, only to use the combined mess of oil and Soobin’s cum to pump himself. As much as he loved to see Yeonjun cry, this wasn’t the time to hurt him too badly. After all, he’d prefer if this became an experience Yeonjun wanted to repeat. He himself could certainly get used to the sight.
He fisted his cock a few times before sliding it between Yeonjun’s slick cheeks, fucking up between them just to enjoy the sensation for a moment. Then, as he guided his cock to press over Soobin’s, he leaned down to murmur, “You’re still not allowed to touch yourself. And that includes using Soobinnie to get off like you’re doing now.”
Yeonjun whimpered, but stilled his hips to stop himself from grinding his own cock against Soobin’s abs like he had just been doing a moment ago.
However, to give him a moment of reprieve, Kai wrapped his free hand around Yeonjun’s cock while he slowly eased into him. After all, the stretch was unbearably tight- Soobin’s cock alone was already an impressive length to take, but to fit them both, Yeonjun’s hole was stuffed to the brim, and Kai had only pushed halfway in.
Yeonjun let out a broken wail, which Soobin quickly swallowed, yanking him into another rough kiss. Kai had to admire the restraint of his lover- Soobin held himself completely still even though the overstimulation must be excruciating, finding any way to distract Yeonjun from the pain.
Kai’s breathing grew labored as he finally bottomed out, and he had to shut his eyes so as to not get swept away in the sensation of being fully inside Yeonjun with Soobin’s cock pressed up against his.
To make this pleasurable for all of them, Soobin had to let Kai do the work, falling back on the pillows after his heated kiss as Kai gently rolled his hips, testing just how much Yeonjun could take. As he eased out only to slam his hips back in, Soobin’s cum slowly leaked past Yeonjun’s rim, making a mess between his trembling legs. The bulge that had formed earlier when Soobin fucked into him was now even more prominent, and Yeonjun pressed his hand to his own abdomen, feeling the way they moved inside of him. His breath caught in his throat with every thrust of the crown prince’s hips.
Kai hadn’t expected Yeonjun to hold out for this long, but he knew his concubine couldn’t stand much more. His shaking became more and more exaggerated, and every time Kai fucked into him, a breathy, broken gasp escaped his lips. Both Kai’s and Soobin’s fingers dug into Yeonjun’s tan skin, leaving red marks that would surely become lasting bruises by next morning. Soobin clung on in more of a desperate need to ground himself, nearly as overwhelmed as Yeonjun, but Kai dug his fingers in out of a sadistic urge to see his pain.
He liked the marks. Physical reminders of everything Kai had done to him, and couldn’t wait to do to him again. Yeonjun would take anything he gave just for the smallest prospect of praise, for the sake of being the best, and the thought made a monster out of Kai. It wasn’t healthy- it was barely sane. But he was used to holding power in his hands, and Yeonjun let him abuse it. In a way, he unleashed his most depraved desires on Yeonjun so he could spoil Soobin with the gentler sides of himself. It wasn’t fair, but they were each in love with the version of himself they got, and would be until they simply couldn’t anymore.
Consumed with the thought, Kai kissed Yeonjun’s shoulder blade, sucking another bruise into his skin. As he fucked into him, he sought Soobin’s hands, layering his own over them. They lined up nicely, slender and long, although Soobin’s trembled.
“Are you going to cum again?” Kai breathed out, and hooked his chin over Yeonjun’s shoulder to watch Soobin nod in shame. Tears had returned to his eyes, and they clung prettily to his dark lashes. But before Kai could tease him more, he felt Yeonjun suddenly shiver and clench around him, and streaks of cum shot out onto Soobin’s chest. Soobin roughly clung to Yeonjun as the sensation pushed him over the edge as well, filling him up for a second time.
It leaked out from where both cocks filled him, trickling down his thighs, and Kai slowly eased out of Yeonjun so as to not overstimulate Soobin to the point of excessive pain. Panting, Soobin yanked Yeonjun down to kiss him messily, letting his slowly softening cock slip out of him as well.
They were beautiful to watch. Sloppy kittens, covered in each other’s cum and spit, Soobin littered in bruises the shape of Yeonjun’s pointed teeth and Yeonjun harshly marked with the lines and indents of Soobin’s large, unforgiving hands.
Still, Kai only had so much patience and he’d exercised most of it earlier, leaving him with nothing but the urge to complete what he’d started. He wrapped his arms around Yeonjun’s waist and manhandled him onto his back next to Soobin, ignoring the sharp cry of pain that he let out. Kai’s only thought was of how pretty Yeonjun looked, pushed beyond his limits, as he yanked his long legs up over his shoulders and slipped back into his leaking, used hole.
It was a good thing his concubine was flexible, because Kai nearly bent him in half, pounding in mercilessly as he chased his own orgasm. He no longer cared for the concubine’s pleasure now that he’d cum- it was Kai’s turn, and he owned them both, anyway. Yeonjun’s body belonged to him, to use as he pleased, and now he gasped and cried out so brokenly pretty, repeating his name in delirium, until finally Kai felt his orgasm rip through him. He came swiftly, pumping him full before pulling out and letting his legs drop to the mattress.
Dazed and breathless, Kai fell between them. None of them spoke for several minutes, the pavilion filled only with their labored breathing.
Once he could draw a full breath, Kai tilted his head to the right and kissed Soobin softly, before breaking away to do the same to Yeonjun. Both of their cheeks were stained with tears, and the sheets were soiled with cum. But when Soobin leaned over him to press his lips to Yeonjun’s as well, a sense of pride and adoration flared up in Kai’s chest. The sheets were of little concern. His experiment worked like a charm, both pretty flowers curling up to rest their heads on his chest and swap gentle murmurs.
Perhaps the concubine’s pavilion could finally find some peace. And perhaps Kai didn’t have to think so harshly about the future. He repeatedly told his parents the same thing. It was a phase. He was young. But he couldn’t imagine what would become of them without him. Soobin was utterly in love with him, consumed, obsessed. What would he have once Kai left him behind? And what about Yeonjun? Where would he go? Kai plucked him from poverty, placed him in his court- he couldn’t just go back.
Kai was the crown prince. There wasn’t a reason in the world why he couldn’t have everything he wanted. He could have a wife, he could have an heir. And he could cultivate his beautiful garden as long as he wished. Wasn’t that the point of royalty?
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