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Jeongguk should probably have expected this. Jimin grew up a prince after all, no one around to teach him these things.

So when Jimin stands in front of him in the middle of the night and shows him his boner like it’s some sort of miracle, he knows he’s gonna have to tell Jimin about the birds and the bees.

Even though he’s younger than Jimin by 2 years, he grew up in town, had a lot of friends take him to spy on the women in bathhouses, plus he has about 5 brothers and 3 sisters and well, he’s seen them take home boyfriends and girlfriends.

It’s a stark contrast with precious 24 year old virgin Park Jimin. He’s a late bloomer, and this is the first time since Jeongguk became his personal guard that Jimin’s even breached this subject.

“Sir Jeon please tell me, what is this? Am I ill?”

Jeongguk almost snorts, if it weren’t for the obvious outline of Jimin’s cock showing through his undergarments.

Yeah, it’s no lie, Jimin is the most beautiful man he’s ever seen. Silver hair to his shoulders, deep brown siren eyes, fair skin, soft cheeks, full lips.

“No, my prince, this is.. uh.. a natural phenomenon.”

He feels heat rush up his neck, throat running dry.

Jimin blinks, crease still between his eyebrows, eyes glinting in the moonlight.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s uh..” Jeongguk swallows. “It’s called an erection. It usually happens when you’re.. uh.. aroused.”

Jimin’s eyes widen, his full lips part, cheeks blossoming pink.

“Aroused? But I- I’m not aroused. That’s ridiculous-“

“It can happen without arousal too, it’s not uncommon. Most men wake up with it.”

Jeongguk assures.

Jimin looks at him, from one eye to the other, then nods once and looks down.

“So, how do I get rid of it? I want to sleep.”

Shit.

Jeongguk feels hot suddenly, wants to take off his guard uniform but he’s on night watch.

“One way is to wait it out, or take a cold shower.”

He says, trying to skip over the other bit, but Jimin tilts his head.

“And the other way?”

Oh god.

“Maybe try the first way first, my prince. If it doesn’t work I will explain the other way.”

Jimin’s eyes glint with interest.

“No, please tell me now.”

Ah, he should have known.

His heartbeat picks up, he looks anywhere but at Jimin as he speaks.

“Usually when it happens, uh, you can use your hand to touch yourself, at some point you will feel some sort of release.”

“You’re being vague. What should I touch? What type of release are you talking about?”

Fuck, he didn’t think it would be this hard. Why didn’t the king or queen ever talk to Jimin about this? Why is he in this position?

“You- you have to wrap your hand around your cock, and then move it slowly up and down.” He hears Jimin’s breath hitch, but he continues anyway. “You’ll feel pleasure build up, and eventually you’ll reach a climax, which basically means that, uhm..”

He’s sure he’s beet red by now, the thought of explaining Jimin what cum is has him breaking down inside.

“That?”

“Uh.. It’s when you release- like- seed. It’s a white-ish liquid, the texture is a little sticky.”

Even trying to be all academic about it doesn’t help with staying professional. Jimin looks at him like he can’t muster proper words. He doesn’t know what else to say either, just gave an explanation of how to masturbate to a fucking prince.

“You- you’ve done this before?”

Jeongguk almost chokes, but he doesn’t want to embarrass Jimin, so he keeps it in and just nods.

“How many times?”

Oh, Jimin thinks it’s something that happens that can be counted on one hand.

“Uh, many times.. the first time I got hard I was 12.”

Jimin’s eyes widen.

“That young? Am I late?”

“Yes. but you might have had them in your sleep and just never noticed.”

He says, eyes darting down to Jimin’s undergarments for a split second. Still hard.

Fuck.

“If you want, I can leave the room and you can-“

“No. I.. I have never touched myself there.. thinking about it makes me uncomfortable.”

Fair enough. That’s probably the downside of an upbringing like this. servants do everything for you, which probably makes you distant with your own body. Someone else combs your hair, washes you, dresses you, massages you.

“But, since you have experience.. sir Jeon..”

Jeongguk blinks, Jimin averts his gaze, cheeks rosy.

Oh.

Fuck.

He breathes in and out deeply, takes in the flushed prince in front of him, silhouette illuminated by the moonlight.

“My prince, you want me to-“

“Yes, I’m sure it won’t happen again, as I’ve only had it this once, and it would probably go away faster if someone with more experience did it.”

Shit.

“But- but I’m your guard. I shouldn’t touch-“

“What if I ordered you to?”

Jimin asks.

He’s got no idea what he’s asking for.

Jeongguk doesn’t say no right away, because the idea of touching Jimin is downright irresistible. But it’s his duty to protect the prince, not defile him.

“I really don’t think I’m the right person to-“

“Fine, it’s an order then.”

Jimin takes him by his wrist towards the bed, Jeongguk’s mind is going a thousand miles per hour. On one hand he’s scared as fuck for anyone finding out, on the other..

Jimin sits down against the headboard of his king sized bed, satin blankets around him, pats the spot next to him.

Jeongguk takes a few seconds for a silent prayer, then takes off his armour, and joins Jimin on the bed.

“Should I take off my undergarments?”

Fuck.

“If you.. don’t want them to get dirty, then yes.”

Jimin nods, then proceeds to undress right next to him.

He feels somewhat privileged, to see Jimin completely bare, no marks, scars or callouses anywhere, all creamy, fair skin, beautiful lines of his muscles showing. His cock lies hard against his stomach, the head a soft pink just like his lips.

His own cock twitches at the sight, and he wonders how Jimin would react if he opted to suck it instead. He refrains from doing so, however, and just looks for Jimin’s eyes.

“You’re sure about this?”

“Yes. Just make it quick.”

Jimin says, as if it’s an inconvenience, taking time away from his precious sleep. He has no idea what he’s in for.

Jeongguk takes a deep breath, and then ghost his hand over Jimin’s upper body, never touching the skin, just moving it down until he reaches his cock.

Jimin follows his every move, chest starting to heave a little as Jeongguk hovers his hand above it.

When he gets no objection, he gently caresses two fingers up the base of Jimin’s cock, towards the head. Jimin sucks in a sharp breath, and his cock twitches against his fingers.

Sensitive.

Jeongguk’s mouth waters as he curls his hand around the length, quite impressed by how thick it is. It fills up his palm, feels hot and heavy.

“All good?”

Jimin nods quickly, sucks his lower lip into his mouth.

Jeongguk’s eyes get stuck there for a bit, as he slowly moves his hand up and down, testing the waters.

Jimin’s eyelashes flutter, lips parting ever so slightly. With every passing second, and each stroke of his hand, Jimin starts to pant a little harder.

Fuck, he’s burning up. He has to physically hold himself back from kissing Jimin’s neck, breathing him in. Instead he just looks down at his hand, anything but Jimin’s face.

“It feels weird.”

Jimin says, voice a little breathy.

So hot.

“Yeah? Should I stop?”

“No- just- keep going.”

Jeongguk nods, slowly twists his hand around the head of Jimin’s cock, which earns him the softest moan.

Heat spreads through his body at lightning speed, and he bites his lower lip to hold in a moan of his own.

“That feel good?”

He asks, close to Jimin’s ear.

Jimin leans into him, nods once.

“I feel- so warm.. so hot all over.”

“Mm, that’s good.”

He whispers, rubbing his thumb over the head of Jimin’s cock.

“Nngh-“

Jimin moans even louder than before and it sounds so silky sweet that Jeongguk can’t help himself.

“You make the prettiest sounds.”

Jimin gasps, hips bucking up once, throwing his head back.

He’s close already, after barely 2 minutes of touching. Jeongguk can feel the prince’s cock throb in his hand, sees his stomach clench and unclench with every stroke.

“You’re close, can you feel it?”

“Y-yes- yes, please don’t stop.”

Jeongguk wouldn’t dare to, he’s witnessing the prettiest sight he’s ever seen. He leans in a little closer, cups Jimin’s balls with his free hand, rubs over the head of his cock, dips his thumb into the slit.

“You should watch yourself come.”

He whispers, bold enough to let his lips brush over Jimin’s earlobe.

“A-ah!”

Jimin moans, tries to keep his eyes open when he comes. Jeongguk watches as well, loves the obscene sight of come shooting out of the prince’s cock, painting his stomach and chest with it.

Jeongguk moans softly, strokes him through his orgasm. It’s long and intense, cock twitching, come keeps dribbling down the shaft. He stops when he’s sure nothing can come out anymore, then licks the exces cum off his fingers.

It’s sweet, almost makes his eyes roll back.

“What are you doing?”

Jimin looks at him, then at his fingers, still panting in the aftermath.

“Just.. cleaning up.”

He tries to play it off as casual, but Jimin’s eyes narrow a little.

“Isnt- Isn’t that dirty?”

“I- I mean it depends how you look at it. I think it’s natural to clean up after you, my prince.”

Is that laying it on too thick?

Jimin might not believe him, but he’s spent, can’t muster a reply.

Jeongguk is still hard, but he can’t really do anything about it. So he just grabs some tissues from the nightstand and cleans Jimin up.

What a waste.

“Think you can fall asleep now?”

He asks, standing up to throw away the tissues. When he turns back, Jimin is on his side, looking at him.

“I had weird thoughts right before my climax. Is that normal?”

Jeongguk blinks, slowly walks back to the bed.

“What thoughts?”

“Just.. I wanted.. I kept wanting you to lie on top of me.”

Oh..

Jeongguk feels himself burn up, because Jimin basically thought of them having sex, or what Jimin believes sex is, just unknowingly.

“I don’t know if that’s common. I thought maybe you’d know.”

Jimin says, unaware of Jeongguk’s mind going up in flames.

“What do you mean on top of you?”

“Like, I just wanted- I don’t know.. your body on top of mine, I think?”

Fuck.

Jimin is waiting for an answer so he quickly clears his throat.

“Uh yeah- that.. that can happen. Don’t worry about it.” He says, grabbing his armour and putting it back on. He needs to get out of here as soon as possible before he does something he’ll regret. “You should sleep now.”

“Alright.” Jimin says, turning on his back. “Thank you, sir Jeon.”

“You’re welcome.”

Jeongguk bites the inside of his cheek as he walks out, only breaks down as soon as he’s in the hallway.

What the fuck did he just do?

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