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sunghoon lets his paper glide over to jungwon's side of the table, passing it with a charming little smile. "done."
jungwon glances warily at sunghoon, putting down his book and dog-earing a page. "i hope you remembered to indent this time. these people are extremely astute when it comes to things like this, they will think you a fool if you slip up on such novice—"
"i think you'll be happy to find that i did remember," sunghoon says. he reaches over to point at the top of the paper, face hovering close to jungwon's. the proximity intends to fluster, but jungwon knows better than to give sunghoon what he wants. "proud?"
jungwon only stares before sniffing haughtily. "congratulations," he says, turning away and pushing sunghoon farther from him, "not an isolated event, i hope."
"apologies." sunghoon says, not sounding very apologetic to jungwon's ears. "i've been busy dueling and whatnot. horseback riding is tedious but… fun." he says flippantly, paired with a careless flick of his hand, and jungwon narrows his eyes at sunghoon's poor choice of words.
"fun." he repeats.
sunghoon glances at him. "yes, fun." he confirms.
the younger boy gives him a nasty look. "your father's instruction was to refine your lexicon. fun is not formal—try enjoyable, or pleasurable." jungwon suggests. the king was not fond of sunghoon using colloquialisms, and part of jungwon's job was not only to eradicate it from sunghoon's vocabulary, but to elevate it as well.
"you are no fun." sunghoon says, raising a brow and giving a sly smile.
jungwon scrunches his face up, "i cannot tell if you are stubborn or dense."
"why should i be subjected to debasement every week? i could be preoccupied with dueling instead of this humiliation." sunghoon complains, every bit of his spoiled aristocracy bleeding into his tone, and although jungwon should be annoyed, he is rather endeared.
not that he shows it—jungwon rolls his eyes and returns to the paper. distracted, as if not focusing on the conversation at hand, jungwon asks, "who do you duel with?"
"my cousin."
"ah. jay. i suggest you take a leaf or two from his book. perhaps fifteen. he is easy to teach. very amicable, and i must say, he does his homework as well." jungwon says simply. he stares intently at sunghoon's paper, eyes flitting with velocity as he searches for points for improvement. out of all their lessons, drafting letters to world leaders and upper echelons of military and government ranks was sunghoon's least favorite.
sunghoon crosses his arms. "psh."
"do not deride." jungwon scolds lightly, underlining a sentence in sunghoon's paper in red ink, "he is the ideal student. you, on the other hand. you are a pain." he shakes his head. the large library is quiet and the large window allows sunlight to spill over their table.
a dart of envy and a stab of jealousy. "however, you," sunghoon clears his throat, "choose me over him, right?"
jungwon throws sunghoon a cursory glance before crossing his legs, eyes skimming over the multiple lines sunghoon has written. "in what sense?"
"every sense. brains, looks, skill…" sunghoon steals a short look at jungwon whose face is scrunched up in concentration. he stares at the rosy pink of his lips before slipping in, "affection."
"is it not clear who i prefer?" jungwon smirks, eyes upturning prettily, and sunghoon huffs. he motions to himself. "am i not more dashing? do i not possess better stature?"
jungwon hums, sweeping hair away from his face. he staunchly ignores sunghoon's blatant, heavy gaze. "on second thought, i am nonpartisan about it."
sunghoon glares at jungwon's side profile. "you are picky."
"and you are wrong. specifically in lines, seventeen, nineteen, and twenty four to twenty seven." jungwon slides the paper over to sunghoon's side. his eyes twinkle with a certain luminosity which always succeeds in captivating sunghoon.
sunghoon pushes it away as if it were waste. "well… what does it matter? i will not be writing letters until father dies."
he nudges jungwon with his elbow, yet another unprincely facet of sunghoon's behavior that jungwon ought to correct, "and i predict it'll take a hurricane to off him. he's been sick once a month and yet he's as sturdy as a knight, i'm convinced he'll live longer than i will."
"you mustn't talk of such things," jungwon quickly dismisses. jungwon places the paper by sunghoon's idle hand. he taps it urgently, and sunghoon rolls his eyes and pushes the paper away. "not doing it."
for someone as patient as jungwon, a snobbish member of the royal family with a glass-delicate ego should be a breeze. jungwon knew how to censor himself and what exactly would please a noble.
his first impression of sunghoon was nothing short of positive—handsome, soft-spoken, regal. the perfect heir who only lacked in areas such as diction, couth, and general knowledge for someone who would be dealing in international affairs.
but as their lessons progressed, jungwon found sunghoon to be—excuse his language—a pain in the ass. an irritatingly suave, extremely conceited, negligent slack-off. there was a clear lack of effort on his part during their sessions, always more interested in amorous affairs than his duties.
they had teachers who taught them grammar, mathematics, basic sciences, economics, and politics on a daily basis. jungwon's task was to fill in gaping spots for things that should have come naturally with the maturation of a young person, but didn't: subtext, inferences, etiquette, and lessons in social intelligence.
jungwon was not supposed to be sunghoon's tutor. after sunghoon's most recent one had quit in time with news of sunghoon's sister excelling under jungwon's care, his parents had enlisted his help in tutoring sunghoon instead.
being in sunghoon's company was a wild amalgam of emotions. there was frustration for the most part, a seemingly eternal flame inside him. then pride and relief when sunghoon actually does something right (or by just doing something instead of badgering him with flirtatious comments.)
admiration, for sunghoon was nothing if not beautiful, as well as amusement when sunghoon's antics found jungwon in good humor. underneath all that was something akin to affinity, but jungwon is smart enough not to dwell on it any further.
jungwon huffs. "jay is eager to correct himself on his mistakes." he mutters, and it does not go unheard.
sunghoon purses his lips. would it truly be wise to sacrifice his pride for such trivial matters? straightening his back and puffing out his chest, sunghoon asks, "what is my error in line twenty five?"
jungwon quirks a brow up, stunned at the change in behavior. sunghoon smiles innocently. "here," he points at the phrase butterflies in my stomach, "there are three things wrong with this: one, you sound like an insipid teenager, two, it exhibits nervousness and insecurity which is unacceptable from a future leader, and following that remark, a better phrase would be highly anticipating or await."
sunghoon purses his lips and shrugs. "well, nobody is perfect." he says, running a hand through his hair and grinning at his tutor.
a flash of pretty, disparaging eyes. "are you implying that this is your single flaw?"
"exactly."
"hm." jungwon grunts, sliding the paper back towards himself to skim over it once more. "you give yourself too much credit."
a hand shifts up and situates itself right atop of sunghoon's heart. "you hurt me."
"you sound like a fool."
sunghoon's chin rests on his hand, watching jungwon. the burn of his gaze barely affects jungwon anymore, having been subjected to it since the day jungwon started tutoring sunghoon. "such sweet words from a pretty mouth. i ought to shut you up one day." he muses.
his gut tightens nervously. sunghoon says things like that—i like it when you listen to me for once, surely there's a better way for you to use your mouth, i like how small your hand is in comparison to mine—with such nonchalance and frequency that jungwon often doesn't know what to think or how to feel.
jungwon bristles like a cat and meets sunghoon's eyes. "you will do no such thing." he says, cheeks ablaze.
"it's adorable how you adopt this little facade of yours," sunghoon motions, "your effort is commendable but it barely deters me."
"you act as if you are the object of everybody's affections."
"and you act as if you are not vain yourself." sunghoon counters. jungwon whips his head to stare at sunghoon questioningly, offended by the very notion. "i see how you preen like a cat when my guards leer at you."
then, contemplative, sunghoon tilts his head and narrows his eyes. he zeroes in on jungwon's rounded cheeks and large eyes, the cut of his jaw and how pink flushes underneath his skin, "however, i can't seem to blame them. you are an eye-catcher."
"there is one main difference, no? you whore yourself out and i keep my modesty intact." jungwon drums his fingers against the table as he waits for sunghoon to check his paper. sunghoon raises his eyebrow, but before he speaks, jungwon says, "go over your mistakes, please. i know your family has the country's wealth in their hands, but your parents are not paying me for nothing."
sunghoon throws him a look before reluctantly going over his paper. jungwon watches as he inserts the tip of his pen into his mouth, and truly, the first word that should strike his mind is unhygienic, but jungwon finds himself slightly dumbfounded at sunghoon's perfection.
on another sheet of paper, sunghoon revises, and jungwon lets himself bask in the peaceful silence that comes few and far in between in their sessions. jungwon returns to his book.
"i would just like to point out that's where you've been mistaken. people throw themselves at me." sunghoon says with a glow. he passes jungwon his paper, and jungwon purposely lets their fingers touch to see sunghoon get flustered. his breath hitches ever so slightly before shifting back to his regular demeanor. "i do not chase."
jungwon smirks. "wonderful."
sunghoon drags his chair closer to jungwon. from his periphery, jungwon watches as sunghoon's hand sneaks toward his thigh. jungwon huffs and shakes his head. "your hand."
"fine." sunghoon huffs. he retrieves it. "sorry."
"apologies." jungwon corrects. sunghoon actually paid attention to his notes and improved where he had to. his handwriting was messy, there were blots of inks on some words which showed him in deep thought, scratched-out sentences and random inserts spotted the paper, but overall, it wasn't bad. sunghoon could be great with a little more guidance.
sunghoon tries again, as persistent as an annoying adolescent, stretching an arm and attempting to sling it across the top of jungwon's chair, but jungwon looks at him with disdain. "did i not teach you about asking?"
sunghoon sighs, arm hovering mid-air. he looks ridiculous like this—maybe jungwon gains a bit of satisfaction every time he's able to boss the prince around. "can i please put my hand here?"
jungwon would be and should be excited about the prospect of a prince flirting with him, but sunghoon liked to fool around. it was a well-known fact. he'd rather not get tangled in sunghoon's sticky web of romantic affairs.
(but there is something strikingly magnetic about how one of sunghoon's looks could hold so much gravity, how he is both shy and confident, how he is much more cerebral than jungwon gives him credit for.)
jungwon smiles. "no."
sunghoon sighs, and jungwon inwardly cackles. giving sunghoon a hard time was such a pleasure. "very well then. but can we please do something else? you're done checking my paper already, the session is over."
"since you asked nicely, what do you want to do? the weather looks nice now." jungwon remarks. the verdant green of the hibiscus bushes were splotched with blooms of white and light pink, and by the swaying of the trees, jungwon surmises it'll be chilly outside.
sunghoon glances out the large window and dismisses it in under a second. he clears his throat. "actually…" sunghoon says, leaning in as if to spill a secret. "i was thinking we could stay here."
jungwon raises a brow. "oh?"
"mm. just here, away from everyone's eyes in a quiet, quiet library." sunghoon says, crowding closer to jungwon.
jungwon moves away. "is that ideal?"
sunghoon shrugs. "it'll be fun."
"you must think everybody wants you." jungwon sighs wistfully, tilting his head and narrowing his head as if to peer into sunghoon's brain. "i wonder what goes on in your mind."
"i don't think it's wrong to assume you find me attractive. i think i should take a leap of faith and trust my instincts, so… can i please kiss you?"
jungwon's answer is instant. "why?"
sunghoon pouts, sitting back in his seat. he toys with the edge of the table, hooking his foot around the leg of jungwon's chair and dragging jungwon closer to him. "i asked nicely, did i not? now you're making me work for it?"
"though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod—you'd know that if you did your readings." jungwon says, eyes twinkling once more, and sunghoon sulks. he crosses his arms. "i've been wanting to kiss you since the day you called me a dunce. i've waited long enough."
sunghoon was merely a big baby donned in expensive fabrics and intricate clothing. jungwon laughs. "aw, does the prince like to be degraded?" he teases. sunghoon's face scrunches up but he can barely hide his amused smile. he leans forward, now, and jungwon holds his breath for what's to come.
"quiet." sunghoon whispers. he pulls jungwon in for a kiss, cupping the back of his neck. he is eager, licking into jungwon's mouth the moment their lips meet, already pulling jungwon closer and shifting his body forward for more.
the thing about jungwon, though? his bark is much stronger than his bite. his inexperience strikes him the moment they start. the idea of sunghoon recognizing his incompetence is unacceptable—jungwon can't have that. he's losing hand over fist and sunghoon is quickly taking control of his mouth, so he levels the playing field.
he pushes sunghoon away. the older boy looks dazed and he blinks at jungwon in confusion. "i-i should've known you liked to be degraded. anyone with a mind as idle as yours would." jungwon says, an ice cold tone diffused by the mirth twinkling in his eyes.
sunghoon stares at jungwon for a second before breaking into a smile. it's not a happy smile, that much is obvious. it's a marriage of challenge and sardonicism, and jesus christ, jungwon should really keep his mouth shut once in a while.
"help me decide, jungwon." sunghoon says, standing up and yanking jungwon up as well. he pushes the books and papers away from the center of the table, then jungwon is bent over the heavy mahogany.
"shall i force you to keep quiet, or shall i send away the guard so you can make as much noise as you'd like?" sunghoon murmurs, leaning forward to press a kiss below jungwon's ear, and the younger boy clamps his thighs together. "or do you prefer he hears you? you seem to have taken a liking to him."
jungwon hums indifferently. "he is regal and poised. humble, too." he says, but sunghoon has his pants off in under a second, reaching into his pocket and bringing out a vial of oil. he slicks his fingers up, and while he does, he meets jungwon's eyes.
if the younger boy wanted to protest, he would have by now. so sunghoon parts his thighs and prods at his hole. "i must say, i'm rather jealous." sunghoon sighs. jungwon has to bite back a moan when sunghoon's finger slides in the first inch—the feeling is wildly foreign. "here i am, thinking i was being a proper gentleman to woo you." sunghoon pouts.
jungwon rolls his eyes. "you really are stupid, then," jungwon musters, the stretch of his walls from sunghoon's fingers momentarily impairing his ability to speak coherently.
sunghoon scoffs. "me? i'm stupid?" he asks, twisting his fingers and stretching him much quicker and easier than expected. he was experienced, jungwon was not, but that barely made a difference. it did not dent sunghoon's skills, and soon, jungwon's mouth is open to release a whiny moan, prodding at his prostate and making his cock leak.
he releases a shuddery breath when sunghoon slips his fingers out. "what? you have a vacuous mind and useless ears?" jungwon whips back.
sunghoon stills and watches jungwon. sharp-tongued and brazen, jungwon was not afraid of throwing insults sunghoon's way. jungwon didn't like to admit it, but sunghoon could come to terms with the fact just fine—him and jungwon were exactly the same, arrogant in their own rights and cocksure in what they were good at.
his cock pushes into jungwon's hole, a searing heat making him go dizzy, so good that he wants to abandon all control and take jungwon how he wants to. aligned with his better judgment, he does not.
he cannot see the expression on jungwon's face, but the cadence of his voice was all too telling. if jungwon wants to play this game, then sunghoon will try his hand at it as well. he always liked a good push and pull.
sunghoon fixes a hand in jungwon's hair and yanks it back, jungwon's yelp echoing in the empty library. "you're a lousy tutor." sunghoon hisses, and the words hit jungwon like a slap to the face, "you get dates and locations wrong—you're not as smart as you think. the only reason i haven't had you fired is that i like looking at your face."
jungwon's body arches traitorously towards sunghoon's touch, every part of his body stirring awake at sunghoon's words. sunghoon is mischievous with a built-in compulsion to tease, but above all, he was dovish and hard to anger. this side excites and scares him.
sunghoon reaches over to undo the strings of his white, flowy blouse, letting it fall and expose his shoulders. jungwon shivers, nipples pebbled from the cold, and when they rub against the table, he has to stop himself from mewling.
"yeah, i'm too busy staring at your goddamn face." sunghoon grits. jungwon shivers at sunghoon's crude choice of words, biting down on his lip. all he sees is the varnished wood of the table, something he's glad for. he wouldn't be able to handle sunghoon in this state.
sunghoon slams into his hole, so strong that the heavy table nearly rocks forward. the edge digs into the very top of jungwon's thighs and he whimpers, shutting his eyes. sunghoon lets go of his hair and lets him completely melt against the wood.
"i like looking at it and imagining your mouth around my cock, or your face buried into the pillows as i take you from behind." sunghoon catches his wrist and jungwon whimpers—he whimpers, for god's sake.
he kisses jungwon's neck, his lips travel to his shoulder, then to the jut of his clavicle. jungwon makes a thoroughly undignified noise and it prompts his cheeks to go on blazing. sunghoon's voice is low and steel-sharp thing, uncharacteristically baritone, and jungwon likes it much more than he's allowed himself to.
sunghoon's hips snap up and his length sinks in deeper, dragging a tortured mewl from jungwon's throat. "s-sunghoon," jungwon keels, "f—hnngh,"
god, they should've done this sooner. they fit in perfectly with each other. "you're a pretty boy with a loose mouth and an empty mind." sunghoon enunciates. jungwon is shaking, shivering, making noises he can't really pinpoint and identify between vigorous turns of pleading sunghoon's name.
sunghoon wraps two strong hands around his waist and hoists him up, turning him around and slamming him back down on the table. jungwon narrowly avoids his head bumping against the surface by lifting it just a centimeter, but when he looks up, sunghoon's face nearly sends him spiraling.
he looks angry, the inner corners of his brows pulled down in and a frown etched on his face. sunghoon stares into jungwon's eyes like he's trying to burn through his retinas and jungwon gasps when sunghoon wraps a hand around his neck.
distantly, and a little jealously, jungwon wonders if sunghoon fucks people this hard when he drags nobility or a particularly cute servant into his chambers. the head of his cock stabs his prostate consistently and his eyes never leave jungwon's face.
"and you are a boy whose only passion is vanity. forfeit the throne to yeji, i'm sure she will do a stellar job, even better than—" jungwon yelps when sunghoon covers jungwon's mouth with a grip so hard he can feel sunghoon's fingers pressing right against the bone of his jaw.
sunghoon laughs. his thrusts are so powerful, skill accumulated through various physical activities, and it's clear they've paid off. "yeah, you like that? being treated like you're useless?" he pants, holding down jungwon's shoulders, "knew you'd like it hard. brats always want to get fucked until they cry."
breathless, jungwon still manages to laugh. "can you make me cry, though?" he sings, a moan coloring the end of his question, "i can see you just fine. no tears to blur my vision."
sunghoon laughs, more amused than offended. he was absolutely charmed by jungwon's nerve. "you will always be below me. no matter how large your ego inflates your mind, regardless of how highly you think of yourself—stay in your place." sunghoon says.
jungwon shrieks so loud there's absolutely no way the guards didn't hear it. he squirms around but sunghoon weighs him down. he likes it. he likes it all: feeling helpless, being overpowered, being subject to whatever sunghoon said, having his dignity stripped away with every loud moan he lets out.
something happens. not exactly a watershed moment but comparable to a nosedive; like a headlong leap off a cliff. he falls down a rabbit hole, and whatever it is, it has jungwon's body relaxing in sunghoon's hold. his throat opens up to make noises that are auditory ambrosia to sunghoon and sparks wrack his system to prompt little bodily movements.
sunghoon fucks him hard and fast. jungwon thrashes and screams, arms flailing and reaching out to no avail. his scream was high and raw and pained, and the bastard above him clearly likes it. "aw. you sound so pretty when you aren't being a pretentious brat." sunghoon coos.
jungwon writhes with every thrust of sunghoon's hips, his cock forcing inside just right and sending spark after spark throughout his body. "hnngh, ah! you—hah," jungwon cuts himself off before he can curse, curling up, but sunghoon spreads him wide apart.
"no, i want to see you." sunghoon mutters, reaching down to rub his fingers against jungwon's nipples. jungwon's toes curl when sunghoon's long nail digs into the nub, letting out a girlish shriek. sunghoon smiles. "i've spent so much time thinking about you like this, i think i deserve to see the real thing."
"you f—hnngh, prick," jungwon gasps. with a mewl, he arches his back and shuts his eyes. it's getting harder to breathe, snot beginning to clog his nose, and his throat turns thick from the onset of tears.
to witness his sneery, smart aleck of a tutor crumble into someone weepy and malleable was nothing short of beautiful. sunghoon brings a finger up to stroke over jungwon's pink, stretched rim, watching him squirm and whine when he threatens to slip it in. "no?" sunghoon coos, "don't want your ass stuffed?"
prideful silence on jungwon's part—save for his little moans and grunts. "fine." sunghoon huffs. he grips jungwon's soft thighs and picks up the pace. jungwon's head fuzzes up with lust as he stares into sunghoon's eyes, and he thinks that the older boy is impossibly handsome.
jungwon prunes his hunger sharp, letting his desires grasp him by the nape as he throws his head back in pleasure. "sunghoon." jungwon mewls. he feels like he's burning from the inside out and freezing from top to bottom, their movements turning the atmosphere sweet and smoky.
sunghoon's hips stutter when he hears jungwon's honey-coated voice moan his name. jungwon's lips can barely even stretch over the airy noises that swell from his chest. their bodies press together in a sweaty, messy heap, and being inside is hermetically tight around his cock. "quit being my tutor," sunghoon pants, "i want you to warm my bed. i'll have you like this every single night."
"yes! yes, yes, hnngh, there, please," jungwon babbles. his body wriggles around and rapidfire sparks disperse inside his body. his body feels like a livewire and the tears don't stop—when had they run down his face and dripped onto his neck?
oddly, at the back of his mind, jungwon knew it would come to this—they would dance around each other before one snaps—but he did not expect to be taken over a table. "doesn't that sound good, gorgeous?" sunghoon hums. he reaches a hand up to swipe his hair back, "you'd no longer have to stress your pretty little head about appearing smarter than you actually are."
he grasps jungwon by the cheeks. "i'll take you as you are, hm? a pretty little toy to play with."
tempest-tost and breathless, jungwon can only nod. he feels dumb. stupid. pretty. jungwon feels the torrential build of his orgasm and sunghoon's thrusts never get any slower. their sounds have most likely leaked out of the heavy library doors, unabashed and filling the guards' ears.
sweat gathers under their garments as they rut against each other like animals, far too carnal and ravenous for the prince and his appointed tutor. jungwon cries out high and desperate while sunghoon's hips pick up their pace, rapidly thrusting into jungwon's tight heat, and when jungwon tightens his walls, they come in tandem.
sunghoon pants and wipes sweat off his forehead. jungwon grimaces and blinks his tears away, shivering when sunghoon pulls his cock out. the feeling of cum seeping out of his ass is vile. "so." jungwon breathes out.
a tiny smile plays on sunghoon's lips. his cheeks are pink. "so." he parrots, then he hoists jungwon up by either shoulder.
"you stained my blouse, you damn cretin." jungwon mutters, the fabric of his shirt pinched in between two fingers, pulling the shirt away from his skin. sunghoon's smile is bright and proud, seemingly uncaring of the defiled state of jungwon's clothing. "what am i supposed to do now?"
sunghoon shrugs off his jacket. "i think this should be large enough to cover it up." he says, offering jungwon his blazer. navy blue with gold trimmings and intricate epaulettes, sunghoon's jacket was as well-made as jungwon suspected it was.
he avoids sunghoon's eyes when he retrieves it. he doesn't have to look to know sunghoon is beaming. jungwon slips it on, and as expected, it's much larger than his usual size. he feels a little ridiculous in such extravagant clothing.
"friday—i'll see you on friday, right?" sunghoon asks. his tone makes him comparable to an eager little puppy. jungwon feels his cheeks start to burn a little hotter.
"yes." jungwon says curtly, collecting his books and gulping. he fixes his hair and tries his best to conceal the shakiness in his legs. he's starting to adopt a limp. "friday."
sunghoon watches jungwon pack up his things, smirking when jungwon's shaky fingers fail to pick the paper up. "and.. you know. if i do a good job, do i get a prize?" sunghoon inquires, smiling charmingly when jungwon whips his head up.
jungwon gapes, then, resolutely, "no."
the prince's face falls. "even if we finish early? because i really liked—"
"not a word." jungwon hisses. sunghoon thinks he looks and sounds like a snippy cat.
"you—"
jungwon raises a hand to silence sunghoon, who shuts up with a grin. "not. a. word."
sunghoon pretend to zip his mouth. jungwon gives one more lasting look before turning away, wobbling on his feet.
wearing the prince's clothes, jungwon opens the door and gives the guard on duty an innocent little smile. the stolid guard compromises his living statue state to raise an eyebrow at jungwon's appearance—messy hair, flushed cheeks, and the prince's unmistakeable jacket.
before jungwon gets to open his mouth and greet the guard, sunghoon's shout cuts him short.
"i'll take that as a yes!" sunghoon yells from the library, waving at him. he's standing by the table and, with embarrassment, he realizes that the table has moved a couple inches from all their activity.
jungwon rolls his eyes but lifts a hand in acknowledgement regardless. he turns around and walks down the hallway, the rich maroon carpet silencing his footsteps. he was already looking forward to next friday.