Trapped

chapter 15

"W-Wufan hyung is not like that." Kyungsoo took a shaking breath. He mustered up his courage to plead, begging for Wu Fan's sake. His lips quivered, but his teary eyes looked at King Jongin bravely.

Sobs wracked his body and his lips were trembling, yet the boy still found the courage in him to defend his lover. Anger swirled within King Jongin, brushing off all the right senses he might have left. To hear another man's name spill through boy's lips had blinded his mind all he could see was green. The boy was his.

The urge to reclaim his possession was so strong that King Jongin's breath became shallow and sharp.

"How dare you to say another man's name in front of me!" King Jongin growled. He grasped Kyungsoo's frail wrists together and pulled the boy harshly toward him,

"I will give you a lesson not to," he hissed between his clenching jaw. Ignoring the boy's weak sob he kissed Kyungsoo hard, muffling all the resistance.

King Jongin nipped Kyungsoo's lips, pressing his tongue against the unwilling mouth. He grunted in annoyance, getting impatient as Kyungsoo refused to open his mouth. Kyungsoo was squirming and tossing his head to his sides, mouth shut closed to avoid the kisses.

As his patience was running thin. King Jongin clenched Kyungsoo's thin wrists tightly and forced his tongue inside the warm cavern when the boy cried out in pain. He ravished Kyungsoo, angrily taking what solely was his. His mouth captured the boy's lips as if he wanted to swallow his whole. Trailing kisses onto Kyungsoo's throat, he impatiently tilted the boy to taste his neck, his mouth and tongue grabbing everything the boy had.

King Jongin stopped slightly below Kyungsoo's ear. Ignoring the weak struggle he bit the delicate skin to plant his marks of possession; he sucked, nibbled, and created red blotches to the pale surface.

The king groaned, cursing because the fabric Kyungsoo wore was keeping him from claiming the boy completely. He brought a hand to unleash Kyungsoo's robe. Roughly tugging the fabric to a side, he gazed down at the boy's bareness and his eyes darkened. The sight of Kyungsoo's jutting collarbone was driving him crazy.

Kyungsoo's eyes widened when he felt his outer robe being ripped, leaving only a thin layer of cloth covering his nakedness. He sobbed in heaving waves, and when he felt hands tugging his inner clothes, he snapped. Kyungsoo pushed King Jongin with all his might. The silk sheets were crumpling around his feet as he struggled to squirm out of King Jongin's grasp. Usually he would just let everything happen. But not today. Not when he was deeply wounded he thought to die would not be a bad option.

Kyungsoo dashed out of the bed with a little broken sob in his throat. He clutched what was left for him to wear, tears blurred his vision. A strong hand caught his wrist, yanking him back onto the bed with a bounce and trapping him before he managed to get back up.

"Please, don't," he cried. "I-I hate it," he effortfully said with a ragged breath.

"Hate it? You hate it and enjoy every little time you have with your beloved hyung?" King Jongin hissed in anger. He straddled Kyungsoo and pinned the boy's small body on either side.

"I dare you to say that you hate this." King Jongin released a hand and grasped Kyungsoo's wrists with his other hand. He removed the thin fabric covering the boy, leaving Kyungsoo with nothing to wear. His eyes wildly scanned around. Finding what he was looking for, he reached out and pulled a tie of the boy's robe that was scattered on the bed, quickly tying Kyungsoo's trashing hands onto the bedpost. Spreading Kyungsoo's legs wide, he placed himself between them, his hands were holding the boy's upper thighs firmly. His tousled hair swept over Kyungsoo's pale face.