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" 在我脑海里
不停 不停 不停 不停 不停 ~"
"I have searched this kingdom far and wide to seek something that could rival the beauty of your artwork. I was not aware that out of everything that could shame your paintings, your voice will be the only earthly thing that could dethrone it, Junhui."
"Hm?" The painter's head cranes a bit, reluctant to tear off his gaze from his canvas since he just commenced his sketch. Due to his immense concentration with the charcoal outline of his new masterpiece, Junhui wasn't able to recognize the person who was talking to him until he completely turned his head to meet him face to face.
"Your Highness!" Junhui, in a state of panic, abruptly stands and takes a bow so low that his upper torso is parallel to the floor. Due to rapid inertia, even the chair he was sitting on toppled behind him, earning a chuckle from the Emperor himself, Xu Minghao. "Believe me, Your Highness. The most beautiful thing in this Kingdom is not one of my works."
"What is, then?" Minghao queries as he walks forward, elegant footsteps made noiseless by his luxurious shoes crafted out of the finest materials in the Orient. With his dainty and porcelain smooth hands, Minghao straightens Junhui's bent body upwards. His most adored palace artist has always been respectful with the perfect sprinkle of humor, making Minghao rather obvious with his favoritism. Not that he minds. After all, he's the Emperor of their Kingdom. He can talk with whoever he wants, gallivant with whoever he wants.
Junhui fixes his posture with just the faintest touch from Minghao, memorizing their somewhat personal dance that they have concocted spontaneously from years of being around each other. Junhui's smile has always been bright, but he has a special smile that is reserved to be seen by the person he utmostly revered一whether he's of royal descent or not. "The loveliest treasure in this kingdom is the face you see whenever you look at your reflection, Your Majesty."
"You and your sweet words never cease to complete my day, Junhui," Minghao expresses eloquently though he covers his plump lips with his hand to mask his delight. It is still prohibited to express too much facial expression as a person of nobility. Doing so might not only backfire on him but on Junhui as well if ever there are spies lurking inside his palace.
"My saccharine nature seems to be endless whenever I am with His Majesty because your ethereal beauty incessantly inspire my creativity," Junhui replies though he notices that Minghao is staring at his sketch already, a scowl forming on his crimson lips. The painter closes the distance between them though he stops midway, halting himself from reaching the proximity that he originally wanted. Despite being the closest artist to the Emperor, Junhui is still a peasant with a heavenly gift of the arts while Minghao is an untouchable descendant of the best bloodline of their Kingdom. To touch him without permission is a luxury Junhui would never dare to dream of, not in any lifetime. However, being responsible for tainting his Majesty's pristine face is considered a disgrace and Junhui is determined to know the reason behind this negative expression. "Found anything that you despise, your Highness?"
"I actually did," Minghao answers, even surprising himself with his own honesty. His rouge painted sharp eyes take in every stroke, every ink, every line and curve that connects one marking to another. Yet, no matter how much Minghao adjoins them, he could not fathom whose face Junhui is recreating. This is a first, Minghao deduces internally, that Junhui is drawing someone who is not me. "Who are you painting, Junhui?"
Junhui's eyelashes flutter as he gazes from Minghao's disappointed expression to the canvas on his easel and back again to the Emperor who is still displeased. "A nobleman-"
"Am I not giving you enough monetary compensation?" Minghao interjects without letting Junhui finish, even making an abrupt pivot so he can meet the artist eye to eye.
The question hits Junhui akin to a venom straight from a viper's fangs coursing through its victim's veins, making the artist step back, visibly appalled by the query. "It is not like that-"
"Paint me," Minghao's words are like arrows now, ceaselessly bombarding Junhui with inquiries at first and now with demands. The Emperor, without giving further orders, began to walk briskly away from Junhui. However, his left hand makes a graceful yet hurried wave, implying that Junhui has to follow whether he wants to or not.
"It- It will be an honor, Emperor," Junhui scurries as he grabs his tools for painting, not even bothering to retrieve his easel and canvas. His Majesty's quarters are presumably full of unused scrolls, having been known for his own hobby of scribbling and painting during his leisure time. However, no one has the knowledge of what he sketches, just that he sources the said materials from time to time.
The Emperor and the artist both traverse through the imperial garden and the inside of the main palace, attracting glances with the pace of their walking. It is not uncommon that a person of nobility would bring in someone of lower rank to their private quarters, especially an attendant or their personal aesthetic providers. However, this is a first for Junhui, making his body all stiff yet wobbly at the same time. He even trips mid air, earning a chuckle from the other commoners serving the palace. Junhui may find himself being the comic relief of the helpers in this mundane day in the palace but this amusement is halted abruptly when Minghao gives them a threatening side glance.
Despite the eerie silence between the pair as they make the ridiculous march from the courtyard to Minghao's personal room, the Emperor still makes sure that Junhui is following him. He doesn't want to make it obvious, adamant on making himself appear righteous and respectable. However, Minghao could simply not contain his preference for Junhui, no matter how hard he tries. As of the moment, without even moving his head, Minghao checks every reflective surface in the palace, satisfied when he sees that Junhui is still right behind him even though the latter's journey isn't particularly flawless.
"Why must there be so many doors?" Junhui mutters to himself after tripping right at the doorstep of the Emperor's quarters, not even realizing the gravity of the situation until Minghao's personal guards took their leave upon the royal's mere hand gesture. Junhui blinks as the traditional doors slide behind him, leaving him clueless and perturbed. "Your Majesty? If you don't mind me asking, why is my presence needed in your private quarters?"
“Junhui," Minghao addresses Junhui by his first name as he removes the ties that intricately bind his luscious black hair, letting his long tendrils fall behind his back. "Paint only me."
Junhui's already wide feline eyes grow wider as he watches the unbinding as if the occurrence is in slow motion, mesmerized as the most revered person in their Kingdom lets down his guard in front of him. Not even the highest palace officials have seen the Emperor with his hair down, surprising Junhui and giving him some sort of unexplainable pride. Even more so, Junhui can smell the fragrance that exudes from Minghao's untied hair, the whiff of jasmine with musk accents irrevocably make Junhui feel things, heartbeat hastening since the request was accentuated by the intimate exposure. "By all means, your Highness."
"Junhui," Minghao calls for the painter's name once again. However, this time, it's discernibly different. A lump forms inside Junhui's throat and he swallows audibly, the hint of sensuality in the second call making his hearing even more sensitive.
The Emperor then sits in the middle of his massive bed, hands clasp between his abdomen, seemingly busying his fingers with something. Junhui's eyes follow the movements of Minghao's fingers, mesmerized by his beautiful lithe hands as if they have casted a binding spell on Junhui. The painter did not even realize it but he ends up walking until he reaches the edge of the royal's bed, flustered by his thoughtless actions.
However, before Junhui can retrace his steps, Minghao finally lets go of the silk belt that previously ties his royal robe together. In the blink of an eye, the Emperor has his robe removed, gracefully rendered as a pile of luxurious clothing underneath his now fully naked body. "Junhui, paint me nude."
"Par- Pardon, your Highness?" Junhui's breath hitches as the sight unfolds in front of him, stuttering as if every knowledge he gained in his twenty-seven years of living have left his brain. All he can do is stand frozen in front of the most powerful person in their Kingdom, spellbound by his naked beauty. Junhui's eyes don't even know where to look despite the shame building up in his chest. He is well aware that he is prohibited to look, yet Minghao's body is so mesmerizing that it would take someone to have his eyes ripped out of his sockets for him to tear away his gaze from the Emperor.
"Are you really going to make me repeat myself, Wen Junhui?" The Emperor raises his chin as he speaks, the power that comes with the minute gesture and subtle increase in volume sending a chill straight to Junhui's spine.
"Of course not, your Highness," Junhui finally snaps out of it though he didn't even realize that he dropped his tools on his feet all throughout the bare commotion. The artist stoops down to grab them and he begins to look around though his eyes gravitate once again towards Minghao who's now shuffling on the bed, repositioning himself near his pillows.
"There is a small sewn collection of mulberry paper by my desk. Open the last page and use the blank space to sketch me," Minghao orders as he lays flat on the bed, spreading his legs wide to the point that his intimate areas are as exposed as the rest of his body.
Junhui almost lets out a whimper as he sees the tight hole in between the Emperor's legs, winking as he brings his attention towards the rim. Minghao even brushes it lightly with his fingers, making Junhui's member twitch within the constraints of his pants. Fuck.
To mask his carnal tendencies, Junhui quickly looks for the said parchment and stands by the foot of the bed where he is meant to start sketching.
"Sit," Minghao orders once again as he spreads his legs wider, inviting Junhui to fill up the space between his legs. "I believe you need to be closer for a reference this small. For a reference this... tight.” As if for emphasis, the tip of Minghao’s index finger pushes slightly inside his rim and the hole winks around the digit before it loosens a bit again. A sultry whimper escapes Minghao's plump lips, eyes gazing straight into Junhui's soul.
I am going to pass away today, Junhui screams inside his head as his cock dares to engorge inside his pants, the thin texture of his undergarments making the bulge quite obvious already. He even makes a failed attempt to cover it up with the parchment yet the piece of fibrous paper is too small to do so.
The most divine giggle starts coming out of Minghao's lips, and his right leg extends to reach Junhui's back, hooking his right foot behind the painter before pulling him straight towards the bed. "What is the reason for the delay, Junhui?"
Junhui's face almost fell first on the bed sheets as he stumbled yet again, successfully placing his body on the mattress in between the emperor's legs. His eyes can't help but to take in the sight of the royal's perfect body一from his luxurious black hair dangling like raven wisteria from his scalp and covering his long supple neck, his prominent collarbones that not even the greatest sculptors of their time can match, his perky nubs begging for Junhui's attention, his tiny waist that makes even the most sought after concubines in their kingdom make a run for their money and his hole between his legs that keeps on winking every time Junhui lays their eyes on it.
The painter is desperately trying to keep his erection down as he raises both the parchment and his stencil. However, his mind is completely blank, seemingly forgetting how to draw when all he can think of is Minghao's naked body lying in front of him.
"Need a little encouragement, talented one?" Minghao coaxes as he slides down his bed, his feet brushing lightly on top of Junhui bulge.
"Your- Your Majesty," Junhui's voice hitches as he bites his lips, struggling not to growl. However, his eyes shut and his hips stubbornly buckled upwards, seeking Minghao's touch. His chest is heaving as he places his hands on the sheets, desperate to stop his body from rolling and grinding onto Minghao's. "Forgive me, Your Highness. I... I just need some time to cleanse the thoughts inside my head."
"Which head?" Minghao's amused chuckle rings like melodic chimes in Junhui's ears, rendering him helpless as his eyes are half-lidded while staring ravenously at the Emperor. Minghao then crawls forward, fingers suddenly tugging on Junhui's pants to pull them down and expose his erection. The painter gasps in surprise, embarrassed as his cock springs out of its restraints in its fully engorged glory. Junhui, who has alway lusted for the Emperor ever since he realizes what attraction means, cannot fully grasp the fact that the object of his fantasy is now daintily touching the tip of his cock. "This one?"
"Your Majesty..." Junhui's voice quivers as Minghao's index finger traces a prominent penile vein, the touch light yet it's making the painter dizzy with anticipation. However, Junhui has no right to initiate anything, aware of their circumstance and their placements in the society despite the sexual nature of their act. Instead of making a move, Junhui pretends that he is still a man capable of thinking rationally. "I should... I should start sketching you as requested."
"How about..." Minghao's speaking voice turns into a whisper as he starts licking Junhui's tip, eyes meeting the painter's still shocked ones. No permission needs to be asked at this point, for Junhui's mind is already full of thoughts even beyond what Minghao is planning to do. Before he can imagine more, however, Minghao's lips wrap around Junhui's tip, blush painted cheeks hollowed as he starts giving him a suck. "...you draw me like this?"
Junhui inhales a deep breath as his hands slam the parchment paper on the bed, visibly fighting the urge to push his cock deeper inside the Emperor's throat. His fingers shake as he sketches, the lines miraculously forming an image despite the circumstance he's in.
Tsk. The Emperor suddenly clicks his tongue in annoyance as he pushes Junhui on the bed, surprising the artist with the sudden change of positions. In no time, Minghao is on top of Junhui, straddling him by the waist as his ass begins to rub against the artist's cock. He feels utterly insulted. He already had his mouth wrapped around this person's cock yet he can still work? Unspeakable! "Why aren't you getting distracted?"
"But, your Majesty," Junhui mustered the courage to answer back despite the ass crack nestling his cock, swallowing the drool pooling inside his mouth. "I have a duty to fulfill."
"Scrap that," Minghao stubbornly shoves his parchment away from Junhui's grasp, pushing it towards the floor of his quarters. First, Junhui had the audacity to accept a commission from another nobleman. Now, he dares to continue sketching as if he isn't getting a special treatment from the Emperor himself. "Your only duty from now on is to satisfy me."
Junhui blinks as he finally takes a moment to digest the series of events that have occurred so far. The Emperor has always been well-mannered. Yes, he has the propensity to be no-nonsense, especially with matters regarding running the Kingdom一whether at peace or in war. Junhui and his family that have been the Royal Family's favored artists for the past five generations have lived in the imperial palace for decades, meaning Junhui has seen Minghao grow up into the position he has been bestowed as rightful heir of his throne. He has seen this attitude before, back when someone teased Junhui and tried to introduce him to a lady-in-waiting, angering Minghao and leading that said woman to be transferred to a different palace. Oh. Junhui ponders internally. His Majesty was jealous. A sly smile begins to form in Junhui's mole adorned lips, now understanding why Minghao is acting like this. "Care to specify what needs of yours do you want to be fulfilled, your Highness?"
"Must I spoon feed you everything, Junhui?" Minghao snaps back though his cheeks are adorably redder now, blushing when he senses the change in Junhui's demeanor. The artist even begins to proactively rub back against Minghao's ass, tip now teasing the Emperor's rim.
"That is not the case, Your Highness," Junhui, with utmost care and gentleness, pulls Minghao closer by the nape, making their lips merely centimeters away from each other. "I just want you to confess it out loud, your Majesty."
"Which one?" Minghao cranes his neck as Junhui unties his own hair as well, the shoulder length tendrils not as long as Minghao's but they still beautifully frame Junhui's handsome face. Minghao's eyes flicker, unconsciously crawling forward so he can ogle at Junhui's handsome face, sprinkled with moles that highlight his perfect features. Minghao's fingers trace the beauty marks unhurriedly, wondering how come Junhui is not of royal bloodline when he looks like he has been handmade straight from the Heavens.
Junhui smiles handsomely at the Emperor, noticing how he's being observed up close. His hands that he used to think are undeserving of touching Minghao now dare to tuck a stray fringe of the Emperor's behind his unique elven ears, surprisingly making Minghao blush even more. Junhui takes the coloring of the Emperor's cheeks as a signal to continue, bringing his lips closer to his ear to whisper something, "That His Majesty is desiring to copulate with me."
Minghao gasps as Junhui's tongue licks his ear, fingers seeking support on the artist's chiseled shoulders. The Emperor's back arches as his ass pushes back, hole seeking the tip of Junhui's cock. Minghao's eyes peer through his lashes, plump lips daring to touch Junhui's lips first. "Junhui, bed with me. Your Emperor needs a man like you to satisfy his insatiable desires."
"To pleasure you is the greatest honor, Your Highness," Junhui nods as he takes off the remaining articles of his clothing, making their naked bodies rub and slide against each other. Minghao begins to sensually whimper as his nipples are being cradled against Junhui's chest, eager to get on with it as his tongue lolls to the side. Junhui takes the chance and he cups Minghao's enchanting face between his palms. "May I kiss His Majesty until his lungs run out of breath?"
Minghao huffs at the formalities and breaches the gap between their lips, basically mashing their lips together as their mouths, tongues and saliva interlace, commencing their intimacy. Junhui cranes his neck to the side, allowing Minghao to taste every part of his mouth. True to his words, Junhui forces his tongue between the Emperor's lips and their slick muscles taste each other the way the finest chef's savor the first bite of their most prized recipes. Junhui even grabs Minghao by the shoulder, fingers combing through the smooth raven locks as they continuously taste each other, stealing Minghao's breath with every cycle of lip locking.
The wanton moans that escape Minghao's mouth once he pulls away resound inside the imperial quarters, his heaving chest more pronounced with how perky his nipples have been. The Emperor suddenly crawls away from Junhui, only to end up leaning on his headboard with his legs sprawled. The color hasn't left his cheeks though the boldness in him have grown exponentially in the past few minutes. His eyes remain in contact with Junhui, no matter how ridiculous his ideas are, being ashamed or backing down right now isn't an option anymore. "My oil... It is underneath my bed."
Pleased with the information and the Emperor's readiness for copulation, Junhui reaches down and retrieves the glass bottle from where it was hidden. He checks it, an eyebrow raising. Expensive oils like this only have a week of shelf life yet the amount is nearing the bottom already. "Almost empty? The Emperor has been using it a lot, I suppose?"
"I have been... lonely," Minghao whispers, admitting to Junhui right away. There's no use, anyway. Even his ladies-in-waiting know about his demands, bottle after bottle of the most expensive oil is sent inside his room, together with the biggest penis shaped toys his secret carvers can create. However, none of these man-made things can satisfy him.
"Then let me change that from now on, my Lord," Junhui reassures Minghao as he raises the Emperor's right leg, hooking it on his shoulder. Junhui then uncorks the oil bottle, letting the slippery substance trail down the entirety of Minghao's leg as he starts pouring it from his calf. The warm fluid is readily followed by two of Junhui's fingers, tracing the lubricated trail from the Emperor's flawless calf to his thigh and then plunging straight inside his puckered and now slick hole.
"Junhui!" Minghao's entire body seized up with the abrupt intrusion, eyes blown wide with the initial unhurriedness only to be punctuated by the fast breach inside his hole. It was nothing he had expected, the opposing pace together with the hastened rate that Junhui's fingers started when he began pumping inside Minghao's hole.
"Fuck! Junhui! Oh fuck!" Minghao watches in horror as Junhui adds a third digit right away, the oil continuously pouring straight down his hole as if Junhui had invented a faucet meant to deliver lubrication straight to Minghao's walls. Amused by Minghao's reaction, Junhui giggles and kisses Minghao on the lips, letting him breathe once in a while by briefly pulling away.
"You are easily loosened up, Your Highness," Junhui narrates his observation out loud as a fourth finger eases inside willingly, noticing the accommodating looseness of the Emperor's walls. "Next time you get lonely and you plan on entertaining yourself, don't hesitate to summon me, alright?"
"Yes.... Oh fuck yes!" Minghao's slimmer body jostles on the sheets as he seeks Junhui's shoulder for support, making their cocks come in contact with each other. Eager to be filled and running impatient as his walls crave for something bigger, Minghao takes it upon himself to snatch the bottle of oil from Junhui and pours it all over the artist's cock. Minghao even shoves Junhui's fingers out of his hole and slams his own body down to take in Junhui's cock. "Fuck! Finally!"
Junhui hangs his head back with the sudden surge of boldness from the Emperor, almost cumming as the perfect mixture of warmth and slickness envelops his girth. His tip releases pre-cum when Minghao brings himself down and makes his prostate brush against Junhui's tip, only being stopped when he realizes that Minghao's hands are tugging on his arm, encouraging the painter to kiss him. Junhui gleefully abides, not that he has any reason to say no to his partner. If anything, he is as sexually deprived as the Emperor. Imagine growing up with the person you desire only to realize when you’re older that they cannot marry for a thousand reasons, having to keep their feelings hidden under the shadows of what turned out to be mutual pining.
Their kiss this time has a different kind of intent. The first one was a trial, a test whether the other is receptive or not. Now that it has been confirmed and understood that they are each other's desired mate, the pair's kiss is much slower, unhurriedly mingling their lips as Junhui seeks Minghao's pleasurable spots with his tip. The Emperor cannot even suppress the noise that he is making every time that a certain spot is touched, his body now becoming a slave to Junhui's movements.
The painter brings Minghao's other leg around his waist, hooking the royal's body in place as he finally comes up with a stable rhythm of copulation. Given the freedom, Junhui would take all the time in the world to pleasure Minghao, making sure that even his throbbing penile veins would make the Emperor moan in delight.
Minghao's long black hair is like an artistically placed ink pool on the background of his bed, framing his debauched expression as his hole eagerly receives Junhui's cock. The stretch is undeniably delicious. Every time he feels Junhui's cock inside of him, his muscles constrict to keep the girth in, eager to welcome it back and showing it with every pull. The act itself is carnal yet addicting, making Minghao shameful yet aroused at the same time as shown by the dusting on his cheeks.
Junhui feels like he's watching everything in an outsider's perspective, even the cock disappearing inside Minghao's wetness feels surreal if not for his length meeting the abused prostate at its tip. He looks down on the Emperor though the respect is still there, his lips painting hickeys on Minghao's silky calf. "I wish I could draw this scene, your Majesty, have it imprinted in my mind so I won't ever forget it."
"I will not allow you to forget it, Junhui," Minghao assures the artist as it is his turn to reach upwards and give the other a kiss. His walls, in return, squeeze around Junhui's girth, pushing more of his length deeper until the tip dents his prostate. "Because from now on, making love with you will be part of my royal routine."
Junhui smiles at the revelation, so wide that his cheeks begin to hurt. He can't restrain himself further, elated by the royal grant to exclusively copulate with his Majesty. Junhui then feels something inside his abdomen, his muscles clenching and making his hips snap forward faster than it ever did. The motion drives his length faster and deeper inside Minghao and the latter responds with an even tighter hold around his girth. "Your Majesty-"
"Fuck!" Junhui, yet again, was halted before he could even ask for permission since Minghao basically slammed his entire hole onto Junhui's awaiting cock. The force was so great that his balls slap Minghao's thighs before both of them orgasm, too elated and pleasured to a point that all they can do is scream.
No other sounds have permeated inside the quarters aside from smooching and squelching, with the couple kissing as they both ride their orgasms. Minghao then brings Junhui down with him on the mattress, the first one to seek for an embrace once the high started to calm down.
Before taking the space on Minghao's side, however, Junhui retrieves the parchment idly forgotten on the floor since something caught his eyes. His right arm encapsulates the Emperor's body with a hug while the unoccupied one opens the parchment, a surprised gasp coming out of his mouth. "Your sketches... these are..."
"They are all you, Junhui," Minghao contentedly leans his head on Junhui's shoulders, watching as the artist flips page after page of sketches displaying various versions of Junhui inside the palace grounds. A different kind of happiness starts to bud inside Junhui that no words in their language is worthy enough to express it, just opting to embrace the Emperor tighter while kissing him chastely on the forehead. Minghao soothes his new partner with a caress on the cheek before his hand nestles on the part of Junhui's chest where the artist's beating heart is. "From the very beginning, Junhui, my muse has always been you."