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Lilac has always been Minghao's colour. Junhui knows this because Minghao hovers above in him in lilac lingerie, grinning at Junhui's helpless form.
"Oh, please," Junhui breathes. "Please touch me, My Lord." He arches his back prettily in the way he knows Minghao adores.
"What should I do with you?" Minghao caresses Junhui's face, peppering kisses down his neck to his chest. "I want to give you everything you want—" a kiss on Junhui's nipple, "—but at the same time I desire to see you come undone in front of my face."
"Do whatever you want with me, My Lord. I am yours for the taking."
Minghao gently tugs at Junhui's nipples with his teeth, relishing the sweet whines that tear out of Junhui's mouth. He loves it when Junhui is under him, pliant and ready and his. Junhui huffs when Minghao pulls away, and Minghao shushes him. Junhui's the cutest when he's so desperate for Minghao.
"Have you gotten yourself ready for me, darling?" Minghao asks.
"Yes," Junhui nods so fast his hair bounces.
"Good boy," Minghao smiles, and spreads Junhui's legs open. He thumbs at Junhui's rim, feeling the slickness of it from the lilac scented oil the Xu family produces. Junhui covers his mouth with his hands in a poor attempt to muffle his moans as Minghao experimentally slides two fingers in, scissoring them and feeling Junhui's hole stretch so obediently. God, he's perfect.
Minghao catches Junhui staring at him. It's hardly surprising, because lilac lingerie, one of his creations, adorns his figure. It fits him perfectly. Minghao sends Junhui a small smirk as he moves to remove the panties.
"No," Junhui whines again, grabbing Minghao's hips. "Keep them on, My Lord."
"Oh?" Minghao teases. "Why, does my Junhui enjoy seeing me in this? I know lilac looks good on me." He bends down to nip Junhui's earlobe, whispering directly in his ear, "No one else in the city dresses like this. Not even the Emperor, not even the consorts, not even the courtesans in the brothels. Just me, Junhui. I am the only one to have ever worn this, and it is just for you."
"For me," Junhui repeats airily.
"Only for you," Minghao confirms. Junhui swallows his saliva as his eyes rake across Minghao's body. Flimsy fabric covers Minghao's chest, shaped oddly but in a way that casts shadows on it. The tip of his Lord's cock peeks from the side of his panties, pretty and pink and perfect, and Junhui leans forward to lick it without any warning.
Minghao gasps as Junhui's tongue dances around his sensitive tip, lapping up any precum that spills out. It's salty and heady but it's not bad. In fact, Junhui quite likes it.
"Enough," Minghao pulls Junhui off by his hair. Junhui grumbles in response. "Do you not want my cock inside you?"
"I do, My Lord," Junhui responds, immediately lying back down on the silk sheets. Minghao taps his thigh and Junhui takes that as his cue to wrap his slender legs around Minghao's waist, pulling Minghao closer.
"Such a good boy for me," Minghao praises, tugging his panties down and aligning his cock to Junhui's hole. "I want to hear you cry for me."
Minghao pushes in slowly, afraid to hurt Junhui even though he knows Junhui can take more. The feeling of Junhui wrapped around him, warm and familiar, never gets old. Junhui moans like honey as Minghao fully sheathes himself in his ass. He loves it when Minghao is gentle with him because it feels like he deserves to be loved and treated like a precious jewel. Minghao is big, and Junhui slides his hand over his abdomen, biting his lip when he feels the small bulge near his navel.
"Ah!" Junhui cries out when Minghao starts thrusting. "Oh, My Lord, My Lord, please!"
"Begging so soon?" Minghao grins, pinning Junhui's wrists to the sheets. He slides his hands forward, feeling Junhui's soft skin on his wrists until his fingers are tangled with Junhui's.
"Harder, My Lord," Junhui begs, stealing a kiss from Minghao's lips. "I can take it."
Minghao's knees cage Junhui's thighs as he slides out, leaving only his tip inside Junhui's hole, and slams back in. Junhui screams, eyes rolled back in pleasure and tongue lolling out of his mouth as Minghao thrusts with renewed vigour, constantly slamming right into Junhui's prostate. Every time Minghao pulls away, Junhui's hole clings insistently to his cock like it doesn't want to let Minghao's cock go.
If he had a choice, he wouldn't leave Junhui's hole either.
Junhui's hole is always sloppy with the copious amounts of lilac oil Minghao loves to use on him. Minghao has never been more grateful for his daily instructions to Junhui ("I want you to play with your hole everyday with this oil, Junhui, three times a day. In the morning when you wake up, in the afternoon after you are finished with your chores, and at night right before you go to bed," he ordered), because this means that Junhui is always prepared and ready to be fucked.
A shiver runs through Minghao's spine when he thinks of Junhui, hole loose and wet for him, clenching around air as he goes around the manor cleaning and tending to the flowers.
"You are always so loose, Junhui," Minghao says in awe, staring at the way Junhui's hole flutters around his thick cock. Minghao never stops thrusting, and he listens to the sinful sound of lilac scented oil, his special creation, squelch with every movement Minghao makes.
"— for My Lord," Junhui mewls, wrapping his legs around Minghao tighter. "Loose only for My Lord."
"Just for me, Junhui?" Minghao moans victoriously. Junhui's cock moves obscenely every time Minghao slams into him, a small pool of precum lying on his toned belly. "What about the other servants, hmm? Do they know that every single day, no matter how pure you try to make yourself come off as, you are still my whore? Do they know that your hole is always open and wet and easy, Junhui?"
"Mm, no!" Junhui cries. "Only My Lord knows that."
"Knows that you are what exactly?"
"Only you know how much of a whore I am, My Lord!" Junhui moans, clenching around Minghao as he feels the knot in his belly tighten.
"Good job, darling. Look at the way your big, useless cock bounces because of the sheer force I use to fuck you. Do you know why that is, Junhui? Because you are an insatiable little whore who cannot enjoy sex if you are not being fucked by me. Only I know that despite your cock being long and thick and pretty, you only want to be fucked like a common whore. Is that not right, Junhui?"
"Yes! I only want to be used like a slut, and I—I cannot feel good unless you fuck me hard!"
"Do you know what the servants say about you? They say that you must be good in bed, fucking your partner so hard their legs go weak. But only I know that the only thing you are good at is being an obedient hole for me."
Minghao's words tip Junhui over the edge, and he comes violently, cock spurting out long ropes of pearly white come, splattering his chest and nipples. Minghao fucks Junhui through his orgasm, pulling out.
"Stroke me," Minghao whispers possessively. Junhui's hand moves to stroke Minghao's shaft, using his precum to slick up Minghao's cock until it releases more come on Junhui's chest.
Junhui feels jittery after everything, legs twitching every now and then. He knows he probably looks stupid, eyes unfocused and tongue hanging out of his mouth as he pants.
"Good boy, such a good boy for me, darling. Rest up. Let me take care of you," Minghao hushes, and Junhui blacks out.
The worst part about his sex escapades with Minghao is that, one, they have a purely official master-servant relationship, and two, Junhui has to deal with the fact that Minghao's only here because Junhui's his personal servant. As much as he wants to believe otherwise, Minghao doesn't like Junhui. Not in that way, anyway. Junhui is just the personal servant of the Lord, and Minghao is just the heir of a noble family with a business to manage.
It seems like just yesterday that Minghao presented him with a contract when he started working as a servant.
"There are seven articles and forty-two clauses," Minghao added helpfully.
"I am aware, My Lord," Junhui hummed, eyes scanning through the long list. His eyebrows raised in disbelief. "No falling in love?"
"It is simply a precaution," Minghao rushed to explain. "I have had many, many personal servants who quit because they were getting married."
"I see," Junhui pursed his lips and continued muttering, "I get to use the kitchen, I get my own quarters, I will receive my wages at the end of every month. Very well. I will accept, on one condition."
"Are you bargaining with me?" Minghao barked out a laugh. "I am afraid that you have misunderstood; you are in no place to bargain with me."
"Just one, My Lord. I will accept this contract if I get one single chance to alter any one of these clauses."
Minghao seemed to consider it for a while before relenting. "I accept your bargain. But you only get one chance, and you may not change any of the clauses relating to your wages and your duties."
Now, Junhui finds himself very nearly breaking one of Minghao's rules. And it's not like he can do anything about it too, considering their family statuses. Minghao's the only son and heir to the Xu family business, one that had been personally recognised and praised by the Emperor, and Junhui is just the middle son of a poor family in the capital.
There's nothing he can do other than accept that there isn't anything he can do. And that is only worsened by the heads of the Xu family, who insist that Minghao find someone to marry.
"You are not young any more," Minghao's mother clucks her tongue disapprovingly. "It is time for you to find a family and settle down.
"I beg your pardon?" Minghao scoffs. "Mother, I hardly believe that I am old enough to be married."
"You are twenty-two years old and—"
"And I find myself perfectly capable of finding a suitable spouse for myself," Minghao interrupts. His parents share a glance with each other, seemingly understanding each other without having to say a single word. Junhui stands behind Minghao, swallowing a lump in his throat.
"Very well. You may find a spouse for yourself, but they must be from a prominent family," his father acquiesces.
"Yes, Heaven forbid our son finds himself someone unworthy to carry the name of the Xu family," Minghao's mother mutters.
Junhui feels a small part of himself die inside.
"Very well then. I will excuse myself, Father, Mother." Minghao walks away, leaving a helpless Junhui to scramble after him.
So much for finding a spouse for himself, because Minghao's parents send every eligible bachelor and bachelorette his way, be it the heir of another family with a business, or the youngest daughter of a baron, or the son of some Marquis Junhui's too bored to remember.
"My Lord," Junhui says softly, almost like a petulant whine, tugging at the back of Minghao's robes.
"Oh, patience is a virtue, Junhui," Minghao admonishes. "Mingyu here was just telling me about his father's new business ventures. If you require some air, you may leave. I will return to the manor myself."
Junhui's jaw drops. Was he being discarded that quickly? He gets ready to give Minghao a snarky remark, but he finds out that Minghao already returned to his animated conversation with Mingyu. Dismayed, Junhui totters away from the pavilion in Mingyu's family manor. His chest feels strange; constricted, like it can't beat properly, but he's able to breathe just fine. Junhui doesn't quite like this manor. It's too flashy, too much gold and too many ornaments, and there aren't enough flowers for Minghao to admire.
"Penny for your thoughts?" a kind voice asks. Junhui looks up to see a man dressed in similar, simple robes like him.
"A penny could not possibly be enough for the number of thoughts I have," Junhui replies jokingly.
"You must be the personal servant of the heir of the Xu family. My name is Wonwoo," Wonwoo smiles, inclining his head to the path. Junhui accepts the silent invitation and walks with him.
"My name is Junhui. You must be very close with the heir of the Kim family if you could tell my identity so quickly."
"Close," Wonwoo echoes. "Perhaps."
"You do not want them to be betrothed," Junhui realises after his eyes search Wonwoo's face.
"You share my sentiments, do you not?" They stroll past the little pond, watching the koi fishes swim by. "I could tell from the moment you walked in. Your relationship with your master is not unlike mine with Mingyu's."
"He allows you to call you by his name?"
Wonwoo nods, and a small corner of Junhui's heart crumbles.
"I see," Junhui mumbles.
"You look like you are about to cry," Wonwoo looks surprised. "Here, here, we just met. Why are you sad?"
"My Lord never allowed me to call him by his name," Junhui whispers.
"Oh, you poor thing." Wonwoo holds Junhui's wrists gently, squeezing them. "Do you love him?"
"Maybe."
"Let me give you some advice. Mingyu never told me to call him by his name on his own accord. He needed a little push, you see."
Minghao laughs candidly with Mingyu before the latter looks around, frowning.
"Is something the matter?" Minghao sets his cup of tea down.
"No, no," Mingyu says. "I was just wondering where Wonwoo went."
"Wonwoo?" Minghao's eyebrows furrow in confusion.
"Ah, he is my personal servant. He is quite special to me, I must admit, and I absolutely loathe to be so far away from him."
"Shall we look for him together, then? If Junhui has not left yet, then maybe I might still be able to return to my manor with him."
Mingyu nods, and the two of them walk down the path. Minghao takes the opportunity to properly take in his surroundings, having been too preoccupied with making sure that Junhui didn't trip over any branches on the way. He doesn't quite like it, Minghao decides belatedly. It's too flashy, and there isn't enough greenery. This manor is not one where he would enjoy living in.
Wonwoo hears footsteps approaching, and quickly asks Junhui, "Do you trust me, Junhui?"
"Yes," Junhui replies, confused. He receives a soft apology as a response. Wonwoo's eyes dart to the side as he leans down to latch his lips on Junhui's neck, biting the sensitive skin there.
"Ah, Wonwoo!" Junhui cries out, tears springing from his eyes. All of a sudden, an arm wraps itself around his waist and pulls him away from Wonwoo. The arm feels uncannily familiar, and Junhui looks up to meet Minghao's eyes.
"Ah, Wonwoo, there you are," Mingyu says placidly, as if he didn't just catch his personal servant with his lips on someone else.
"I believe I have some personal matters to attend to, Mingyu. Surely you do not mind if we catch up on this conversation on another day?" Minghao asks through gritted teeth, arm tightening around Junhui's waist protectively.
Mingyu shakes his head and tells Minghao to proceed. Minghao practically drags Junhui back the same path he came from, and Junhui turns his head back to see Wonwoo give him a little wink as he pecks Mingyu's lips. As Junhui stumbles after Minghao, his heart starts beating faster. If it was possible for Wonwoo to be romantically involved with Mingyu, then it surely is possible for Junhui to be involved with Minghao in the same way.
"I believe you have some explaining to do, Junhui," Minghao says quietly, anger simmering under his skin. Junhui's eyes read his expression, and it's like he could sense a small sliver of hurt behind Minghao's eyes.
"I did not do anything, My Lord," Junhui defends himself. It doesn't help that he's in a compromising position, back lying on the same table Minghao was having tea on just now, pinned down by Minghao's arms.
"Is that so?" Minghao seethes. He grips Junhui's chin and turns his head to the side, finger tracing the small bite mark. "Then what, pray tell, would you consider this?"
"It," Junhui starts but finds himself unable to come up with anything. Minghao's hand slips underneath Junhui's robes, travelling up his leg and stopping at his thigh.
"If you want me to stop, this is the only chance you have," Minghao hisses. "Because if you do not say anything now, I am afraid that I will not be able to control myself." Despite his harsh tone, Minghao's eyes, the same tender eyes as before, meet his.
Junhui gives him a nod, and Minghao's eyes darken. He rips Junhui's undergarments away and expertly flips him over. Junhui's cheek presses against cold marble, whining when he feels Minghao lift his robes up to expose his ass.
"My Lord, we are still in the Kim manor. Someone might see us," Junhui protests. Minghao shuts him up by spitting on his hole, watching the way it seeps into Junhui's pink, obviously stretched hole.
"You did not seem to care about that when you had Wonwoo's lips on your neck," Minghao warns. He uses one hand to spread Junhui's cheeks apart and the other to aim a sharp, well-placed slap over the hole. Junhui keens, high and loud. "Look at yourself. So debauched, so slutty, and I have barely touched you. Why, are you like this because of me? Or because of Wonwoo?"
"Why," Junhui gasps out, "do you care, My Lord? You seemed very interested in the heir of the Kim family. Why do you suddenly turn your attention back to your servant?"
Minghao answers him by shoving his cock straight into Junhui's hole. "I hope you remember that you are like this because of me, Junhui. I am the reason why your hole is always wet and ready for me to just slide into whenever I want. You think of me every time you stretch yourself, wishing that your fingers were mine, do you not?"
"What makes you so certain about that, My Lord?" Junhui moans out as he grips the table to support himself. "I could be having sex with some of the other servants."
"Oh, Junhui," Minghao coos, fucking deep into Junhui's hole without a single care in the world. "You flatter yourself. Do you feel the way your hole clings onto my cock every time I pull out? This hole is made for me. No one else can have this except me. It is shaped for my cock, and mine only, Junhui."
"Yours," Junhui babbles, too lost in the throes of pleasure to continue being bratty. His drool creates a small pool on the table, and his hard cock flounces with every thrust Minghao makes.
"Correct, darling. You. Are. Mine." Minghao accentuates every word with a deep slam of his hips, drawing out desperate begs from Junhui. "No one would like this hole. It is so used, just look at the way it gapes. Who would want to fuck a sloppy whore-hole like yours?"
"Yours," Junhui whimpers again. "My Lord, please touch my cock, please!"
Minghao frowns. "Why do you never call me by my name? I want to hear you cry my name, Junhui. Say it. Say my name, and I will give you everything you could ever possibly want."
"Minghao," Junhui sobs deliriously. "Minghao, please. Please touch me."
"Good boy," Minghao sucks in a breath at how delicious his name sounds on Junhui's tongue. He presses the small of Junhui's back to hold him down as he jerks Junhui off at a rapid pace, never faltering in his thrusts. "Good boy, darling."
Junhui whines, shameless and loud, moaning Minghao's name like a prayer. Minghao can hear the filthy sounds of skin slapping against skin. Something akin to fire lights up his skin every time Junhui cries out his name, weak and aroused and honest.
"Who do you belong to?" Minghao asks, gripping the base of Junhui's cock tightly.
"I belong to you! Just you, Minghao, no one else! Please, ah, please claim your hole! Want you to fill me up, My Lord, I want to feel full with your babies!"
Minghao sees white for a while when he comes deep inside Junhui's ass, momentarily seeing stars with how hard his orgasm hit him. Junhui shudders through an intense anal orgasm, probably one of the most powerful orgasms he ever experienced. The both of them stay in that position for a while, catching their breath, until Minghao snaps back to his senses and pulls out. Junhui whines at the feeling of his ass being empty. It makes Minghao want to slide back in just to keep Junhui satiated for a while longer.
"Oh," Minghao says to himself. "Oh. What came over me?"
Beneath him, Junhui wriggles impatiently. "More," he mumbles. Worried, Minghao looks at Junhui's trembling form. He gently pushes the hair out of Junhui's face, watching Junhui bask in the afterglow.
"You are beautiful," Minghao whispers. "So, so beautiful. How could I let you go like this?"
"Yours," Junhui mumbles sleepily.
"Yes, yes, Junhui. Mine."
Subconsciously, Junhui's hand searches for his undergarments blindly. Minghao peers curiously at him. Junhui's fingers hold the torn undergarments and carefully slips it inside his wrecked and puffy hole.
"Help?" Junhui asks.
"Of course," Minghao is quick to respond, helping Junhui plug up his leaking hole with his undergarments. Junhui lets out a satisfied hum when he feels filled again, and Minghao swears he says a small "I love you" before he falls asleep.
Many days and many unsuccessful blind dates pass before Minghao comes to the inevitable conclusion that he loves Junhui. After all, that's the only logical explanation for him losing control the moment he saw Wonwoo kiss Junhui's neck.
He has been avoiding Junhui for the past few weeks, afraid of coming to terms with the fact that he fell in love with his own servant. Junhui's like a whirlwind, completely taking over Minghao's senses and everything that could possibly define him as a person. And as much as Junhui is the swirling wind, he is also the centre of it, and if an eternal love was real, Minghao's certain that Junhui would be it. His parents wouldn't be happy about it, but that's a problem for later.
Minghao bursts into Junhui's room for the first time, looking around for Junhui who's nowhere to be seen.
"Is there something you need, My Lord?" Junhui asks softly, hurt, from the door to the bathroom. Minghao's shoulders sag in relief when he sees Junhui and he wraps his arms around Junhui without so much as a second thought.
"It has to be you," Minghao blurts. "I do not know what for, but I know that I want it to be you." He pulls away after a while as if he's burnt, taking a step back. Junhui's eyes twinkle.
"It has always been you, My Lord, that could make me this shaken. Perhaps this is a spell, or I am just bewitched, or I am utterly spellbound by the sheer existence of you, My Lord. I accepted the contract you offered me on the condition that I get a single chance to alter any one of the clauses." Junhui closes the distance between them, standing so close that Minghao can feel his breath on his neck. "Might we be able," Junhui breathes directly into the Lord's ear, "to remove the clause forbidding me from falling in love?" He stops to rest his chin on Minghao's shoulder, taking in the sweet lilac smell of the Lord.
"You and I both know that it's terribly inappropriate, Junhui," Minghao chides softly. "I have my responsibilities and you, your own. Without a good reason, I can hardly grant you that."
"Mm, but I do have a reason. An excellent one, at that, for I have fallen irrevocably in love with you. Does that qualify as a reason good enough for you, Minghao?"
Junhui's answer is a long, deep kiss.