Namjoon began to breathe heavily, his eyes half-lidded with unawareness of anything but the hot, wet lips pressed against his neck. His body fell weak to his lover's wondrous touch, almost unable to keep himself standing; his body weight was placed on his back against the wall, and his feet leaned forward at Seokjin -- threatening to fall as the dominant royal edged the younger to a feeling of weightlessness. His jaw fell open, gasping as Seokjin made gentle nips at his soft, copper skin. The elder took the opportunity to close the gap with his own lips, enveloping his helplessly joyous royal in unfiltered, pure expression of love.

"How amazing is my king, hm?" Seokjin whispered, seductively taking their crowns off and placing them on the nightstand next to them. "How amusing that the almighty ruler, Son of Heaven, Kim Namjoon submits to me."

Namjoon hadn't the breath nor the energy to retort, but he happily allowed Seokjin to pick him up and carry him to the bed.

"Now, where were we...ah, yes. Belt off."

This time, Namjoon didn't hesitate to do as he commanded, even going as far as to take his outer robes off as well. Seokjin smiled, pleased at his willingness to submit.

"You know, I had my attendant send for a few things before we sat for the trial," he said, removing his belt and robes in a sultry manner. Namjoon bit his lip, trying not to whimper as he watched his lover strip down in slow motion.

"I only asked for the necessities...some oils, some incense, and maybe a surprise or two."

Namjoon sighed, letting out the breath he had been holding for a period of time unknown to him. He pulled the thin dress off his shoulders to expose his skin, but didn't pull it off completely; he wanted to lure Seokjin towards him. He had the intent of taking charge from the elder -- which, unbeknownst to him, was a primary concern in his mind.

"Oh, how seductive," Seokjin smiled, leaning in closer to the man. "How sexy."

He leaned forward, as if about to kiss him, the teasingly smiled at him and pushed his hands away.

"You think I will fall for your tricks, my mischievous little lover?"

Seokjin pulled himself back up, laughing to himself as Namjoon whined for his attention. He went around, picking up the robes they pulled off and left on the floor, saving both belts in his hands.

"N-No...Seokjin, please"--

"Who?"

"...Y-Your Majesty..."

"Damn right. What is it you want, love?"

Namjoon shuddered at his dominance, holding his breath to keep his moans in.

"I said, what do you want?" he smirked, turning to face him once more. "Look at you, dying to be touched. What a pity."

"Your Majesty," Namjoon breathed, pushing his hands around his sides. He sought to mimic Seokjin's touch, expressing longing as he found that it did not work.

"Did I tell you to touch yourself?"

He turned around quickly, lashing both belts in one hand at Namjoon amd nearly missing his thigh. The young king gave a little squeal of surprise, blushing as Seokjin continued to smile at him.

"W-What have I done to deserve this, Your Majesty?"

"What have you done?" Seokjin began, slowly walking towards him. "When I served you today, you barely managed to trust me. After years of us being together, you almost did not trust me. What kind of king would I be if I let such a thing go unpunished?"

Namjoon knelt on the bed, bowing before him as Seokjin continued to approach him.

"I-I'm sorry, Your Majesty," Namjoon breathed, not daring to look up. "Please punish me."

"What? I cannot hear you, love. You must speak up for your king to hear."

Seokjin had picked up a small bottle of oil, holding it in his hands for his lover to see.

"Please punish me, Your Majesty!"

"Hm. Fine. I will do as you wish."

Seokjin pushed Namjoon onto his back, holding his wrists in his hands. He gently nibbled on his bare shoulders and collar bones, making the younger gasp and moan loudly into the elder's ears. Seokjin snapped off the cork that covered the bottle of oil, poured a good amount in his hands and began to rub it into Namjoon's skin. The younger couldn't stop whining noisily as his thighs, stomach and rear were massaged lovingly by his partner.

As his entrance received the same treatment, his back arched suddenly -- welcoming the pleasurable feeling.

"Y-Your Ma-Majesty"--

"No. Get on your knees."

Namjoon did as he was told, kneeling on the bed and facing his partner. Seokjin placed his hand gently on Namjoon's face, showing intimacy towards him in a comforting way.

"Are you alright, love?" he asked, caressing Namjoon's cheek with one hand while taking off his last robe with the other. Namjoon didn't speak, but simply gave him a light kiss on his lips, conveying volumes to his lover.

"Ah, you're right. I suppose I've kept you waiting long enough."

Seokjin finally joined Namjoon on the bed, but didn't change his position. Instead, he pushed his erect member underneath Namjoon's kneeling state and into his body through his lubricated entrance.

Namjoon gasped, already throwing his head back on Seokjin's shoulder. Seokjin held him close, hushing the man as he rubbed his stomach and fought through the initial discomfort. His breath quickened at first, but gradually he calmed down as the pain converted itself into a pleasurable bliss.

Seokjin began to thrust at a good, firm pace -- not too rough to hurt the man, but not gently enough to lull him into a sense of security either. Namjoon's cheeks were red with blood flowing through them like a river running down a mountain, and his body already felt heavy with good feeling sinking to his hands and knees.

"Y-You're enormous, Your M-Majesty," Namjoon moaned, his body aching to slip to the bed below him. His half-lidded eyes squeezed shut as Seokjin pulled Namjoon onto him by the hips, preventing him from falling to the bed below.

"Thank you, my love," Seokjin huffed, massaging Namjoon's rather firm backside while rapidly thrusting in him at the farthest depths that Namjoon could handle.

"I wish you could see the view back here. Just watching my cock move inside you makes me want to release all over your beautiful body."

Namjoon whined at the comment, feeling blood rush down to his already erect and throbbing girth.

"P-Please...please, Your M-Majesty..."

"Please what, hm?"

Namjoon found it hard to speak; as soon as Seokjin asked the question, he  rolled his hips into his thrusts and latched his lips onto Namjoon's back, harshly pulling his long hair. He could only manage whiny squeals and loud whimpers as he came closer to release.

"Look at you, whining so loudly. I bet you like being underneath me. Is that what you're trying to tell me? Hm?"

Namjoon's jaw fell open as Seokjin resumed his assault on the younger's prostate.

"Oh my God," Seokjin growled, placing his hands on the bed. Namjoon could no longer hold himself up, and as soon as the elder let him go, he fell to the bed face-down.

"I-I can't t-ta-take i-it-- S-Seok-jin"--

With that, Namjoon gasped, gaining some sort of control over his body. He stood up on his knees and began to bounce on Seokjin's shaft, hungrily seeking his release. Seokjin refused to stop his own pursuit of orgasm, meeting Namjoon's thrusts with his own. Heat, friction and pleasure built up inside both of them, and like hot water bubbling in a kettle, they were both bound to spill over.

Seokjin pulled Namjoon in his lap for the last time, holding him there as he released inside the young royal. The feeling indeed became too much, and Namjoon came with power and intensity all over the bed before him.

Pulling out, Seokjin took Namjoon in his arms, placing gentle kisses on his cheeks and lips. Namjoon panted like a dog, trying to calm his racing heart as Seokjin reassured him of their shared love.

"D-Did I make you feel like this when I..." Namjoon whispered, looking into his fiery yet tranquil eyes.

"Remember the first time, Namjoon? In the waterfall?"

"Mm."

"We sat there watching the sun rise afterward. Truth be told, I was afraid to come out. I thought I wouldn't be able to feel my legs."

Namjoon smiled, revealing happy dimples on each side of his beaming lips. Seokjin propelled himself backward, sending himself and his beloved back on the bed in fits of giggles and childlike thoughts surrounding their minds.

"I love you, Seokjin."

They held each other close, delicately rubbing their noses against each other and giving soft, sweet kisses on each other's lips.

"I love you too, Namjoon. Never forget that. Promise?"

"I promise."