Disguised as a Noble Consort (MxM)

10

Butterfly Pavilion

"You don't have to be so shy" the emperor murmured seductively into Jin's ear, trying to untie the ribbon of the dress Jin was clutching for his dear life.

Jin shook his head wildly, trying his best to get away from the strong confines of the emperor's grasp. He was no weakling, that Jin was aware but it had taken him aback how strong the emperor's grip was yet somehow it wasn't hurting him like he expected it.

"Your majesty, we shouldn't do such thing!" Jin protested, trying to break free from him without letting go of the only thing keeping his dress from falling of his shoulders.

"Why not my love?" The emperor whispered, leaning down and tracing a hot trail of his tongue on Jin's earlobe.

All the hairs on Jin's body stood in disgust, shivers running up and down his back. The repulsion for such touch that Jin always felt came back and desperation began to settle into his system.

He couldn't bare what was currently happening, he would have to get out of this situation and fast.

Jin wiggled from the emperor's grasp like a worm trying to get away from the bird. It was difficult. It shouldn't be but it was. If it wasn't for the ribbon of his dress that seemed so easy to rip off he wouldn't be moving with such caution.

Jin was really in an awful situation.

"Come now don't do that, you're stirring it awake" the emperor groaned breathlessly against Jin's ear which made Jin pause and frown.

"What are you talking about!?" The poor man wailed, still trying his best to get off the iron grasp until he suddenly felt it. Something hard poking against his backside.

You've got to be kidding me.

"Xian...what's that poking me?" The blood on Jin's face drained in horror as he felt it twitch under the layers of fabric. He even forgot any honorifics and called the emperor by his name.

"Now you've awoken it" the emperor mused, completely amused from what's currently happening.

The emperor snaked his arm around Jin's waist and flipped their position, making the latter face him. He was too close for comfort, a complete invasion of one's privacy.

The emperor's warm hand caressed Jin's cheek ever so gently, his thumb stroking gently under Jin's eye, tracing a path to the the bridge of Jin's nose down to his lips where he proceed to caress it with tenderness.

"X-xian we can't" the stutter in Jin's words surprised him. His voice felt so small, it was the first time he heard himself like that. It was as if he was cowering in fear.

"Why don't we silence that mouth of yours"

The emperor made no hesitance to plant  his soft lips on Jin's unwilling ones. Resistant was futile on last minute and Jin could only muster a small whimper. It had been the second time those pair of lips had kisses him yet butterflies surged onto his stomach and Jin couldn't help but close his eyes shut.

The emperor's lips were moist and soft, his mouth tasted like wine and Jin couldn't help but be intoxicated. The way his lips move sensually against his was making Jin lose his right mind.

Jin's thoughts were screaming that it was dangerous, that he should stop that instance but for some reason that left him completely dumbfounded, his body doesn't want to. It relishes on the heat the emperor was giving him. It was a need Jin didn't know he had wanted to scratch, the arousal that was so intense, something he never had experience made his knees buckle and had awoken something else other than his desire.