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It’s not even been a day.

The morning comes and when he goes to wake prince Jimin, he’s met by the exact same sight as the night before.

Jimin jumps up from his bed and walks over to him with flushed cheeks. He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t have to, he’s sporting an obvious boner.

“I- I believe I woke up with.. a similar problem.”

Whatever happened to good morning?

Jeongguk just spent the entire night asking anyone up there for forgiveness, bathing in shame and regret, feeling like he defiled the prince, like he should be punished for it.

And now said prince stands in front of him, morning wood and all.

“I tried to.. I tried to do what you did yesterday but it doesn’t feel the same.”

Of course it doesn’t. Someone else’s hand always feels better, he shouldn’t have touched Jimin right from the start, should have just taught him how to do it himself.

“Didn’t you say that it wouldn’t happen again?”

He asks.

It’s mean, but he needs to do something to push Jimin away, he can’t just give into it each time.

“Well I.. I didn’t think it would.” Jimin averts his gaze. “But last night’s activities seem to have impacted my dreams.”

Oh..

Right. He should have seen that coming. Yesterday was Jimin’s first ever orgasm, it’s only logical he’d dream about it.

“I see. Well, breakfast is only in about an hour, so I can give you some privacy-“

“Actually.” Jimin takes a step closer. “If you- if you wouldn’t mind..”

Jimin grabs his wrist then, gently.

Oh god.

Jeongguk doesn’t dare to look into his eyes.

“I- I thought maybe- maybe you could help again. Since you’re experienced.”

Jimin sounds so sweet, so apologetic like he really just doesn’t know how else to approach this matter.

Jeongguk gets weak in the knees, looks up, finds Jimin with his silver hair, tucked behind his ear on one side, a few locks accentuating his soft features on the other.

So ethereal. So beautiful.

Fuck, he can’t do this.

“My- my prince I.. I think it would be highly inappropriate if I helped you again.”

He gently detaches Jimin’s hand from his wrist, takes a step back.

“But I.. I don’t know how to do it. If you help me just one more time, then I promise I won’t bother you with it again.”

Jimin’s eyes glint in this way that makes it look like little stars are shining in them, and Jeongguk feels his resolve weaken.

Last time he didn’t really explain it that well, he just- kind of touched Jimin. If he just focuses on really teaching him this time, then Jimin can just do it himself.

“Please, sir Jeon.”

“Fine- fine, I’ll help.”

He pretends he doesn’t see that slight victory smile on the prince’s lips, and just walks towards the bed.

Just one more time.

Jimin takes off his undergarments and lies down on the bed, just like last time. Jeongguk lies down next to him, sees that Jimin’s cock looks a little more red than yesterday. He’s been hard for longer, touching himself without release.

He swallows, eyes traveling over every bit of exposed skin, can’t get enough. He’s not usually in the room when the prince gets dressed or undressed, and seeing his body like this in broad daylight is another of world’s wonders.

But no touching. He’s helping today.

“You should curl your hand around your cock.”

Jimin looks at him, a little lost.

“Aren’t.. aren’t you going to do it?”

“Yeah, I’m teaching you. Last time I helped, this time I will just give the instructions.”

Jimin blinks, and since he isn’t the best at hiding his emotions, Jeongguk can tell the disappointment flashing in his eyes. But Jimin listens nonetheless, looking down at his body, grabbing his cock in his hand.

Fuck. It’s such a wrong sight; Jeongguk feels heat flare up his face.

“Slowly move your hand, up and down.”

Jimin does so, builds a slow and steady rhythm.

“Good, now pick up the pace little by little.”

He can’t help but watch. Knows it’s wrong, but Jimin’s pretty hand moves so graciously, and his cock is drooling just a little bit of clear sticky precum from the head. It’s breathtaking.

“Feels good hm?”

Jimin looks at him, the prettiest blush on his cheeks.

“Not as good as your hand.”

Fuck.

Jeongguk feels a rush of heat spread through his body.

“You really like my hand, huh?”

Jimin slows down the pace, looks at him with a fatal case of puppy eyes. He just nods, takes his hand off of his cock as if to say; it’s all yours.

And fuck it, he’s already going to hell for yesterday.

He slowly wraps his hand around Jimin’s pretty cock, feels it twitch in his hand immediately, a soft moan leaving Jimin’s lips, sets him on fire.

“Y-you have to squeeze a little more on the upstroke, right here.”

Jeongguk explains, throat running dry as he jerks Jimin off. The prince just gasps and nods, inches closer to him on the bed.

“O-oh sir Jeon- that feels really good.”

Jeongguk shudders, fucking loves it when Jimin moans his name. This is the type of greed they talk about in the bible.

He inches closer too, eyes over Jimin’s lips.

“And maybe, you can touch yourself in other places too, there are more erogenous zones on the body.”

Jimin turns to look at him through his siren eyes.

“Teach me.”

Fuck.

Jeongguk leans in a little, goes for the easiest one.

“Right here.”

He whispers, so close he almost touches Jimin’s ear with his lips, but he knows he’s not supposed to.

Jimin shudders, heavenly moan slipping from his lips.

“More- sir Jeon-“

Jeongguk bites back a moan, cock straining against his underwear.

“Then, here.”

He moves a little lower, so his breath fans against Jimin’s neck.

The prince bares it for him, bucks up his hips into his hand at the same time.

“A-ah, I- I want more-“

Fuck. Jeongguk just watches, keeps it all in. Because Jimin doesn’t even know what he wants more of, it’s just his body begging him for it.

But he can’t.. he can’t just..

“I- I want something- please, sir Jeon, I feel like I’m bursting out of my skin- please give me more.”

Jeongguk snaps, he can’t hold it. He turns Jimin’s head by his chin and kisses him.

There’s no technique or anything, he’s desperate for it. Jimin moans into his mouth, hips bucking up a little faster, fucking his hand like an animal in heat.

“Mmh- ngh-“

Jimin kisses back, probably never kissed before; doesn’t know how it works, it’s all messy, but he wants it nonetheless. Jeongguk licks into his mouth, tastes the sweetest thing he’s ever had, and god, he knows he’ll never be forgiven.

This is what heaven tastes like; soft, plush lips, mellow moans, a field of berries as he licks into the princes mouth. His eyes roll back, and he almost comes untouched, if it wasn’t for Jimin pulling him closer by his waist, trying to pull him on top.

Fuck- fuck

This is what Jimin said last time, that he kept wanting him on top, kept wanting their bodies to touch.

He breaks the kiss.

“I- I can’t just-“

“Please- please I- I want this- I want it.”

Jimin pants; no fucking clue what he’s asking for.

Jeongguk groans, lets Jimin pull him on top. He’s still dressed, but if he wasn’t, he’s not sure if he could have held back.

Jimin wraps his legs around his hips, bucks his hips up against his crotch.

Jeongguk can’t help the guttural moan falling from his lips as he looks at Jimin’s flushed face, his body shuddering underneath him, completely on edge.

“Mmh- sir- sir Jeon- please- please do something- please touch me.”

Jimin begs, arms curling around his back, pulling him close.

Honestly, Jeongguk can barely do anything, Jimin is holding him down and rutting against him, and he’s just looking down at the most forbidden sight he’ll ever see in his life. A prince on his back beneath him, begging him for sex.

So he reattaches their lips in another bruising kiss, can’t listen to the begging any longer or he might just rip his clothes off and fuck Jimin into the mattress.

Instead he just slowly grinds his hips down against Jimin, gives him just enough friction so he can get off. Feels how Jimin ruts against the fabric of his pants, right against his own hard cock.

“Mmhh- ngh- gonna come- I’m gonna come, sir Jeon.”

Jeongguk’s jaw drops when he sees Jimin throw his head back, and feels his body convulse against him. It’s enough to send him over the edge too; completely unplanned, untouched.

He bites his tongue, but to no avail, he feels his orgasm spread through his entire body, and a deep, satisfied moan rumbles through his chest as he buries his face in the crook of Jimin’s neck.

“A-ah- oh my god. I’m sorry- I think I spilled all over your clothes.”

Jimin panics, no idea that Jeongguk is still coming as well, shivering from head to toe.

Jimin manages to push him off, gasps and points at the wet spot right near Jeongguk’s crotch

“Oh no, sorry, I ruined your clothes-“

“It-s- it’s fine.” Jeongguk pants, so glad Jimin doesn’t know shit about sex. Most of it is his own cum anyway. “I’ll just- I’ll just get changed in a bit.”

“Oh I’m so sorry. I feel like I got possessed, I just- I forced you to-“

“You didn’t force me.” Jeongguk says, ears still burning, mouth still tingling from those desperate kisses. “I liked it a lot.”

“Oh.”

Jeongguk turns to look at Jimin, who quickly looks away, blush dusting over his cheeks.

“I- I liked it a lot too.”

No shit.

Jeongguk tries to fight the butterflies he feels, just sits up and rubs over his temples.

He just- he just went way too far didn’t he? Said he would help and almost ended up fucking the prince.

“I won’t ask for your help anymore. I think I know.. I know what to do now. So thank you, sir Jeon.”

Jimin gets up from the bed, smile on his face, no idea what kind of thing they just did. No idea of the implications behind it.

Jeongguk gets up as well, looks down at his stained clothes and sighs.

Maybe he should pay the church a visit.

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