It had been a couple of hours since the prince, Hyo and Ryung had left. And Insu’s stomach was starting to feel funny. At first, it was just a weird feeling, then it transformed into great hunger, and then all of a sudden he had to rush to the bathroom and throw up everything. When he came back into the main room, he couldn’t manage to stand on his feet anymore. Falling to the ground and curling up into himself, he cried out in the intense amount of pain that was coursing through his entire body. It was the exact thing he had experienced less than a month ago.
“Insu? Insu!” Duho was hovering over him, sitting next to him on his knees on the floor tiles. His eyes full of worry as he shook him gently and asked what was wrong. And then it felt like it clicked for the older when his eyes widened and a gasp left his lips. “Oh lord.”
“Come on, let’s get you to the bed before I call for help.” The other said, but the wooden doors were shoved open roughly as heavy steps echoed in the room. All Insu could see through his blurry vision was a couple of boot-covered feet that were getting closer to them but he didn’t need to see the visitor’s face to know who it was. He knew the scent by heart by now.
The prince crouched down, a deep frown on his face, before he circled his arms around his shoulders and legs and easily lifted him up, hugging him bridal style and walking somewhere. Insu pressed himself to the other’s chest, his nose buried in the crook of the alpha’s neck as he whimpered and trembled.
The walk was long, or he was simply impatient when he curled his arms around the other’s neck and started licking over the same spot he had licked before. The prince didn’t react to his touch and only continued his way through the endless hallways.
He heard doors opening and closing and then he was placed on a soft bed but he refused to let go, hanging on to the one thing that was calming the pain a bit but not the want. The need was driving him insane, literally.
Due to his hands curling around the prince’s neck for dear life, the other had to bend down and remain like that. Those dark eyes were looking right into his ice-blue ones for seconds before Insu simply lifted his upper body from the bed a bit and clashed their lips together. He remembered how good the kiss had felt the last time. But he only remembered this man’s, not duke Kangdae’s.
There was a flash of surprise for less than a second in the black eyes before Namil’s hand entangled with his hair at the back of his head as he deepened the kiss while getting on the bed and hovering over him without breaking the contact. Their tongues danced together as both of them became more and more impatient, a low groan leaving the bottom of the alpha’s throat.
He needed bodily contact. He hated the feeling of the fabric against his burning flesh and he was desperate to feel the hot pale skin against his, to have him close and get numb by the delicious intoxicating scent. He couldn’t think about anything but that. And so, without hesitance, he acted on what he craved.
Unwrapping one arm, he started unbuttoning the navy blue shirt of the prince. Fingers fast and somehow undoing every button in the first attempt. The other didn’t stop him as he slid the fabric down the broad shoulders and the muscular arms to take it off and toss it away. Prince Namil was aggressive in his way of undressing though, simply taking hold of either side of Insu’s collar and ripping the shirt he was wearing in half, the sound of it echoing into the room. Next were his pants and underwear before the latter got rid of the rest of his own clothes as well. He was still quite composed and rather slow in the way he did it all, taking his sweet time and not minding the boy whimpering for the lost contact on his bed.
Perhaps the black-haired man hadn’t liked his arms around him after all because, after he was done undressing, he got the ripped shirt from the covers next to Insu’s body and tied his wrists together and then tied them to the bars of the headrest. He tried to set himself free that instant, but the knots were keeping everything perfectly in place.
“You’re too reckless for your own good, omega.” The prince whispered right into his face, on top of him, before he nuzzled into the left side of his neck and closed his lips around the patch of skin he had left a mark on before. A mark that was no longer there.
Insu didn’t have the resources to argue at that moment, he only tilted his head to the side and bared his neck for the man above him to ravish him as he pleased. There was a fear crawling up his spine the more those sharp teeth dug into his neck, but he didn’t know the reasoning behind it. The hot tongue licked over his skin for a bit and made him purr before a bite took his breath away. It came so sudden and felt so intense and painful that his back arched as deep as it could go, eyes rolling back and lips parting in a mixture of a moan and a desperate cry in hurt.
“I really wanna mark you. It’s driving me crazy.” The deep raspy voice groaned before he was suddenly turned around, face pushed into the pillow and ass lifted in the air. A hard slap landed on his butt cheek, the sound of that and his breath hitching echoing in the silent room. The prince gripped on both of his cheeks tightly, spreading them before another slap came. And then another and another. Each time harder than the last and leaving him a crying mess that constantly tried to grip onto something but couldn’t because his hands were tied up so good.
“Please!” He sobbed loudly. “I need you. Please, just…, Do what you did before. Make it go away. It hurts so much.” He looked back over his shoulder the best he could and caught a glimpse of those dark eyes on his face.
“You were begging us to stop and now you’re begging me to do the same I did. Your body doesn’t agree with your little rebellious brain, does it?” Fingers tugged at his pink hair and his head was pulled back roughly, his scalp screaming at him at the grip.
“Remember, you asked for it-” The muscular man said in a breathy whisper right into his ear. “,omega.” It felt like he knew how much the word intrigued Insu and how much he hated being called that. He could feel the sick disgusting smirk on that expressionless face even if he couldn’t quite see it. If he wanted to bite back with a reply, he didn’t get a chance. Fingers, he didn’t know how many but knew it was more than one, entered him and immediately curled, hitting the spot it had felt so good the last time. He screamed, head wanting to land on the pillow, but the tight grip on his hair didn’t let him and it hurt. He didn’t have time to catch his breath. The other kept moving his fingers in and out of him at a fast pace and stabbing where it felt deliriously good. It didn’t take him much time at all before he released on the sheets under him.
Panting, his body landed flat on the bed, when the hands let go of him completely. His arms were sore from where they were still being kept above his head.
He felt hot fingers wrapping around his ankles as the prince pulled his legs down slowly until he was lying straight on his stomach. The broad man crawled on top of him again, sitting on the small of his back only partially before he leaned forward and, after lifting Insu’s head a bit, took the pillow away from under his face. It all took around a minute and it was enough for the high to calm down and for the aching need to rise again.
He didn’t need to beg this time. Namil shifted on his back and soon he felt his butt-cheeks spreading and a hot and giant tip pushing against his entrance. His body relaxed all on its own as the length slid inside bit by bit and with little to no resistance, unlike the last time. When he felt the other’s hips on his back and knew he was finally completely in and filling him to the brim, stretching him wide, he let out the air he was keeping in his lungs. It felt… relieving.
Or at least that was how it felt before the black-haired man started rolling his hips smoothly. Then it just felt ecstatic and Insu wanted more. More of it all. He wanted everything Namil could give him.
“More, please—” A moan cut him short as he pushed his ass up but immediately got pushed back into the bed by the iron grip on his waist. He didn’t know why, perhaps it was their position and the way he was flat on his stomach, but it was like he could feel every inch of the prince in every inch of his body, moving and rubbing over all the places that brought tears to his eyes and pulled loud moans from his lips with how ridiculously good it felt.
There was a pause after the alpha moved out to the tip and stayed still, eyes digging holes in Insu’s face as he looked back and bit his lip so hard he could taste iron on his tongue. Just like that, when they were holding their eye contact, he was slammed into with so much force his body automatically slid over the mattress a bit. He squirmed and attempted to move unconsciously, but wasn’t allowed with the heavy weight on top of him.
The pace picked up but the roughness and the deep thrusts stayed the same, taking the ability to breathe away from the pink-haired boy that was as delirious and fucked out as it could get. One could say he was floating in space, feeling the insane amount of pleasure but not really aware of his surroundings anymore as drool wet the sheets under his face and his groans filled the spacious room. Insu didn’t know how much time passed, for how long he was getting used so good, but when he came back to it, he was on top of Namil. His hands free and his whole body resting on the muscular figure under him, his hands stroking over his back smoothly. He knew the monstrous length was still inside him, he could feel the burn and the sting and the expanding that resulted in even more stretch but he didn’t have an ounce of energy left to try to talk or move. He only rubbed his cheek over the man’s neck as he closed his eyes and fell asleep. He’d wake up later when the beast in him decided he hadn’t had enough yet.
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