The Traveler

The tables switched, the king is bottom.

The night had fallen on the empire and YoonGi was reviewing some imperial edicts that had to be approved by him. He felt the tension on his shoulders, he must be used to leading a kingdom; he had grown up to be an emperor, yet he was tired. When he thought that only loneliness was keeping him company, a noise frightened him. He drew his sword out of inertia and attacked the figure that couldn’t be distinguished in the dim light of the candles in his quarters.

TaeHyung tried to be cautious, but his plan failed when he felt a sword against his jugular. He rolled his eyes; he was getting used to it.

— s**t, YoonGi. Why are you always in attack mode? —He complained, lowering the sword that the blond had put on his neck.

YoonGi calmed down when he recognized the foreigner’s deep voice and he put the sword away from him. In seconds reality hit him.

— First of all, what are you doing here? Second, have more respect for me, I am your king.

TaeHyung gave him a square smile, his eyes twinkling mischievously. He took a step towards YoonGi. — Does that mean you're mine, you finally accept it?

— I-I didn't mean that. —YoonGi stuttered as he felt cornered by the taller one. TaeHyung leaned closer, cornering both bodies against the mahogany desk. — Get out. —YoonGi stammered nervously.

— Do you really want that? —his hand slipped through his golden hair and he stroked the blonde hair that gleamed in the candlelight. His eyes searched YoonGi's but they avoided him without answering the question. TaeHyung took his silence as an incentive and his nose sought refuge on the pale man's neck, brushing it gently against him.

YoonGi flinched and squeezed his eyes shut. His body betrayed him when it came to TaeHyung. A slight moan left his lips as he felt TaeHyung’s lips gently kiss the curve between his neck and his shoulder.

— I've missed you these days, why were you avoiding me? —TaeHyung whispered, spreading kisses down his shoulder. With one finger, he moved the fabric of the silk robe and exposed the ruler’s collarbones. YoonGi groaned low. —Answer me. —The brunette bit his collarbones.

— T-TaeHyung…—His words died in his throat thanks to the sensations he was feeling. It was not the first time that the foreigner did wicked things to him, but every time he felt as if it were the first. TaeHyung didn't like the shortage of words and his curious fingers slipped inside his robe. YoonGi's legs started to shake when TaeHyung's big warm hand touched his skin.

— I like your voice, why don't you answer me, little one? —His fingers pressed one of the emperor's buttons, and in response, he received a shriek from the golden-haired one.

—T-This is w-wrong…— his voice came out in a shaky whisper.

— Wrong, you say? —TaeHyung gave him a mocking laugh.— Is it wrong to wish this? —his hot tongue traced a path from YoonGi’s jaw to his neck, where he fervently sucked, leaving the skin red. The emperor's legs trembled and the foreigner had to hold him by the waist to keep him from falling. He loved it; he loved having power over the dominating emperor who was feared by all. If someone saw him in that state, what would they say? YoonGi clung to the fabric of TaeHyung’s suit, unconsciously seeking more proximity.

— I don't want this… —he spoke, contradicting his actions.

— Sure, I believe you. —TaeHyung pulled his lips away from his tempting neck. YoonGi complained about the emptiness. —What's wrong, my king? —His free hand slipped into the silk pants, tortuously brushing the erection that was hidden within them. —Oh! What is this? —YoonGi's face turned red and he looked away in embarrassment. TaeHyung took advantage of his condition and with a finger, he outlined the hot skin of the crotch that was crying for attention. The king moaned loudly. The foreigner pulled his hand playfully away from him and YoonGi quickly held it up. They connected glances; the king's face was flushed and his eyes showed an internal debate, while TaeHyung's eyes shone with desire, ready for whatever that man would allow him to do to him.

— YoonGi?

The appointed hesitated, he couldn’t find the courage to speak.

— Ask for it, tell me what you want me to do for you. —TaeHyung provoked him.

— T-Touch me. —He murmured.

TaeHyung felt his heart beat faster, however, he took advantage of the blonde's shyness.

—What? I didn’t hear you. —his finger stroked the erection and YoonGi groaned.

— T-That ...

— What's “that"? —He took his finger away from him.

YoonGi made an irritated face. — Touch me, damn you!

And instantly, TaeHyung's hand squeezed his crotch tightly and YoonGi squealed in surprise, dropping his forehead on the taller's shoulder. Little moans began to come from his thin lips as the foreigner’s hand began to move in a slow sway. His body blasted into flames and the size of his d**k grew in the brunette's hand.

The taller one caressed the glans of his crotch and the blond trembled in his arms. The rhythm of his hand increased and the moans began to get louder.

— Do you like it? —TaeHyung asked excited by the image the king was giving him. YoonGi nodded without looking at him, as he moaned low again. He felt so embarrassed. The foreigner released his waist and pulled his hair, making both faces meet. He groaned when he detailed the other's face; his cheeks were red and his eyes were watery with pleasure. He increased the velocity of his hand and went to kiss the lips of the pale with hunger. They both made happy groans. That was what they needed; it was so wicked, but it seemed so right. YoonGi knew that what they were doing was wrong but he couldn't stop. His whole soul desired what was happening in his chambers and there was no way he would end it. His arms hugged the brunette's neck and his hands pulled his short hair. The hand in his blond hair disappeared and TaeHyung broke the kiss. YoonGi exclaimed a grunt. Two fingers slipped into his mouth and he frowned in confusion. He looked at TaeHyung and his intense gaze intimidated him. — Suck. —TaeHyung squeezed the erection that was anxious between his other hand.

He moaned piteously and sucked his fingers deep into his mouth. The other couldn’t control the desire he felt when he saw the king suck his fingers with such sensuality. He groped YoonGi’s balls and the vibrations of the vast moan spread through his fingers. He whistled in wonder at the image and jerked the blonde's erection agilely again. When his fingers were well lubricated, he pulled them out of his mouth and kissed the lips that were tempting him so bad. YoonGi moaned contentedly and indulged himself in the kiss, not noticing how the lubricated fingers were making their way up to his thighs. It wasn't until he felt something cold outline the of his ass hole that he was alarmed. He widened his eyes in fear and pulled away from TaeHyung.

— W-What are y…? —his question died when the foreigner pulled the strips of his robe leaving him fully exposed. He shuddered when he saw TaeHyung's eyes hungry for more, the scariest thing was that he didn't know what that “more” was.

— Do you trust me? —TaeHyung asked, looking directly at him. YoonGi nodded without pausing to hear the thoughts in his head that were firing red flags around every corner. — Good —TaeHyung smiled. He took his hand and led him to the royalty-size bed in the center of the king's chambers. He gently laid him down. He admired his body and smiled happily. —You are so beautiful. —He complimented him and YoonGi blushed. He positioned himself on top of him and kissed his lips. The blonde responded instantly, letting both of them sink into a patient but emotional kiss. TaeHyung's hands caressed his entire body, taking more time on the pink buttons, causing YoonGi to curve his back in pleasure and moan into the kiss. The foreigner couldn’t stop admiring the king's reactions. His kisses began to go down his body until they reached the needed erection that reached up to the pale man's stomach. He kissed the glans gently, stealing a moan from the other man's lips. YoonGi looked down at him, and groaned at the sight, he was amazed. With the king's eyes on him, the brunette put the entire erection into his mouth, until the tip of it tingled his bell. The blonde threw his head back and bit his lip hard to stop himself from moaning out loud. He always wondered how TaeHyung could do something like that so easily, but he didn't complain, he felt in heaven and TaeHyung still didn't start sucking his crotch properly. When he did, YoonGi's eyes visualized the stars of the universe; he saw extinct galaxies, and his moans were confused with the melodies of an angel. He felt on the cusp of pleasure. The foreigner's mouth was driving him crazy.

Curious fingers poked around his hole again and he couldn't finish reacting when one of them interfered inside. He howled in pain, but TaeHyung tried to distract him by sucking harder. YoonGi whimpered in confusion. The finger in his tight hole began to move, and the blonde gave in, getting used to the size. He let himself be taken away in the strange pleasure that TaeHyung was giving him, and when he least expected it, another finger adjusted itself in his hole.

— What are you doing? —he managed to put in words between groans.

TaeHyung stopped sucking him and replaced his mouth with his hand. He replied, —Just trust me, my king. I am preparing you.

— Preparing? —He asked confused. In response, TaeHyung kissed him hard. His doubts died in his throat. He groaned loudly as a third finger joined the sway. Passion was building inside him and he was needy of more. Gone in the pleasure, he began to sob asking for something that he didn’t know, but TaeHyung was very aware of what it was.

The foreigner separated from his lips. —YoonGi —he called him seriously.— If what I'm going to do hurts a lot, tell me. We will stop whenever you want. This will be new to you, but I promise you will love it. —The king nodded disoriented, but he trusted that he would not harm him.

TaeHyung smiled because of the consent and stopped m**********g the c**k that was glowing with pre-c*m. He removed his fingers from the tight hole, and replaced them with his tongue, seeking to lubricate it enough so that the intrusion of his crotch wasn’t so difficult. YoonGi whimpered in enjoyment, feeling the hot tongue outline his inner walls with bliss. He clenched the satin sheets, trembling between TaeHyung's mouth. His d**k began to throb. When he was ready, the brunette took his tongue out and gave it sweet little kisses before parting completely.

As he stood up, the scenery of the king made his c**k twist through his garments. YoonGi was a mess between the sheets. His golden hair was dispersed and his entire body gleamed with marks from previous encounters, his collarbones were the ones with the most recent marks and sparkled a rosy color. His hands were clenching and his chest was up and down because of his ragged breathing. TaeHyung stripped off his clothes and m*********d his c**k slowly, getting him ready. He slowly accommodated it in the pink hole and pushed, penetrating him. YoonGi narrowed his eyes in pain and small tears escaped from them. With concern, the foreigner leaned down and hugged him fondly.

— It’s okay, love. It will pass. —he kissed him gently, distracting him from the pain. YoonGi cried in his arms, however, he didn’t stop him. The meddling hurt him badly, but deep down the desire wanted to fight the discomfort.

— Make the pain go away. —he sobbed desperately.

TaeHyung started to jerk him off, and YoonGi moaned low into his mouth. That seemed to have an effect because the pain began to decrease. Slowly, the brunette began to penetrate the inner walls, snatching the king's groans. When he was fully inside, he fell onto the blonde's chest. He wanted to calm him down, but the tightness was driving him insane.

— T-Tell me if I should stop now, because…

A-Ah, s**t. —He groaned pitifully as the hole squeezed his c**k with thrill— You t-take me so well, YoonGi-ah. —the mentioned closed his eyes blushing up to his ears, he felt fortunate because of TaeHyung's reactions. His heart jumped with excitement to be satisfying the outsider, despite the discomfort mixed with pleasure that spread through his gut. — If you want to stop now... —he articulated with difficulty, he didn't want to stop, but he would not continue if the king was not ready, however, YoonGi thrust his hips, seeking more of the sensations that the brunette offered him.

TaeHyung did not refuse the king's request and began a hips swing that plunged both of them into endless pleasure that lasted all night. In those halls the two became one, embarking on an adventure where there would be no return. YoonGi knew that he would not let him go, and TaeHyung concluded that he would have no escape from the grips of that king.