Gay Harem

Extra - Clandestine Rendezvous Pt. 3 (Li Jie's POV)

Sneaking around was not my forte, but Parsa was a master at it.

"Where are we heading?" I whispered, struggling to keep pace with his swift, silent movements. Even though I had spent my entire life within these palace walls, I found myself bewildered by the labyrinthine twists and turns he navigated effortlessly.

"The Dragon Pavilion is empty right now, isn't it?" Parsa replied, his eyes gleaming mischievously as we skillfully evaded another guard's vigilant gaze.

"I suppose so," I replied, unable to contain the bubbling laughter within me. Although we remained within the palace's confines, the exhilaration and sheer joy of sneaking around with Parsa coursed through me, impossible to contain. "Father is in his morning court session, and Mother is away on a trip."

"That's our destination," Parsa declared, his grin widening as the imposing gates of the Dragon Pavilion loomed before us, flanked by the ever-vigilant guards. "Don't give me that look. I anticipated guards would be here too. We'll enter through the rear entrance."

"But there isn't a rear entrance."

"Are you certain?" Parsa tugged me closer, and we nestled among the trees, not entirely concealed but difficult to spot with a cursory glance. "I have a map, you know."

"I trust you," I sighed, leaning my head onto his shoulder and planting a tender kiss over his heart. "Just promise me you won't get us caught."

"I won't," Parsa assured, his smile radiating confidence. "Now, let's proceed."

Parsa led me briskly toward the rear of the Dragon Pavilion.

"We should have disguised ourselves as guards," I murmured, taking care to evade yet another guard's scrutiny. "Or eunuchs. Or servants."

"But then you wouldn't be as thrilled as you are right now," Parsa countered, gently urging me against the wall of the Dragon Pavilion. Currently, there were no guards in sight at the back.

"See?" Parsa placed his hand on my chest, directly over my heart. "Your heart is racing because of this."

"I think it's because you're touching me," I replied, grinning as I tugged him closer by the hem of his tunic. "And because you're so close. You're a much better reason for my racing heartbeat."

"..." Parsa paused, and soon enough, that familiar shade of crimson graced his cheeks. His blush always followed the same sequence: first his ears, then his cheeks, and if embarrassment overwhelmed him, his neck would blush just as vividly. "Jie... I'm not sure my heart can handle all these transformations in you."

"Then keep up with it," I teased, grinning playfully. "Sweet-talk this prince, so he won't entertain the thought of taking any other consorts aside from you."

"I had every intention to," Parsa replied, his smile tender as he cupped my face between his hands. "But it seems I've been outdone."

As he leaned in, I could feel the world around us melt away, leaving only the two of us suspended in a timeless moment. 

His lips, soft as the petals of the rarest flower, brushed against mine, setting my senses ablaze.

The kiss was an intoxicating blend of sweet and gentle, like a melody that whispered promises of love. It was a taste that defied description, a flavor that lingered on my tongue, a memory I knew I would carry with me forever.

He'd always kiss gently as if he held a fragile treasure in his hands. He would always cradle my face as if it were the most precious thing in the world, his touch warm and reassuring.

The weight of his body against mine was a comforting presence, grounding me in the reality of our love in this stolen moment. 

The sensation of his lips against mine was electrifying, sending shivers down my spine. I felt like I was floating, suspended in a world where only our love existed.