Trapped

chapter 3

A/n

contain non-consent material (you could skip the third part if you feel uncomfortable reading it)

Never in his life had King Jongin ever seen this kind of beauty. A glimpse of the boy's pleading eyes was enough to fill him with wants, to defile the pureness that screamed from all over his body. The servant's lips quivering in fear were deliciously red, served before his eyes waiting to be feasted.

He had never kissed anyone before. The thought of his lips touching filthy things disgusted him.

King Jongin glanced at the servant's lips. Sensations of raw lust consumed him. With this boy, with this boy he could not think of anything other than to kiss him hard and mark him as his own.

King Jongin's hand moved to reach Kyungsoo's silky red lips, but as he realized where he was, he stopped in midair. He dragged his eyes away from the boy's mouth.

"Clean him up and send him to my chamber," King Jongin gave his command before turning his back away. He went out the Main Hall and left the horrified servant behind.

***

Kyungsoo was beyond scared when the palace servants were done with their job. All his pleas and reasons were not enough for him to be released. He could not hold the small sobs spilling out his trembling lips as they were reaching to their destination. Kyungsoo knew that there was no way out for him.

The guard greeted King Jongin, rushing the boy into their king's bedchamber after they got the approval to come inside.

Kyungsoo stood as far as he could get. He failed to digest how things turned out like this in a blink of an eye. He was supposedly in somewhere else; in the kitchen doing his daily routines, or in the kitchen-aid servant's living quarter. He should have been anywhere but here.

Dropping on his knees, Kyungsoo nervously waited for his king's order.

***

King Jongin was lying on his bed, anticipating the servant that would accompany him tonight. He lay restlessly, getting impatient as moments went by. He was about to scold someone, demanding for the servant to be delivered to him right away when the guard greeted him and asked for the permission to send the boy in.

"Send him in," he impatiently ordered.

The servant had been made a lot more presentable, dressed up in white silk robe he knew the boy wore nothing else inside. He realized that he was wrong the moment he swept his gaze over the perfection. The servant was not beautiful. No. He was beyond. He could not believe there was a beauty as pure and enthralling as this. He wanted to- no, he needed to be the one tainting the purity.

"Come closer," he ordered firmly.

A pitiful mewl escaped Kyungsoo's lips as he stood up and approached King Jongin with deep hesitation. The boy kneeled before his king's bed, begging for his mercy,

"T-this servant is not worthy, Your Majesty," he pleaded.

King Jongin grunted. He was getting aroused already just by hearing the sweet and smooth voice of the servant.

"I'm the only one who gets to decide your worth. Now come here!" King Jongin's voice got higher and more demanding as he began to lose the last string of his patience. Ignoring the boy's small shriek, he grabbed Kyungsoo's arm roughly and yanked him to the bed. He followed quickly, his much larger body straddling the lithe one beneath him, one hand grasped the boy's thin wrists together and pressed them against the bedpost.

"What did you say your name was again?" King Jongin gruffed between his breaths. He remembered the name perfectly of course; he just wanted to watch the boy's lips forming into shapes as they were folding for words.