황실의 사랑 이야기 (Hwangsil-ui Sarang Iyagi) - The Imperial Love Story

Chapter - 79 🔞 (Minsung)

[Someone requested me to write a Minsung chapter with Jisung being the top as you didn't get much Minsung in this story so here you are! Hope you'll like it.]

In the grand chamber of the palace, the flickering candlelight danced across the ornate tapestries that adorned the walls, casting shadows that seemed to come alive. The air was thick with the scent of polished wood and the faint hint of incense, creating an atmosphere both intimate and charged.

Minho stood by the window, his long hair cascading over his shoulders like a waterfall of silk, the moonlight highlighting the sharp angles of his face. He had always been the one to take charge of their romantic escapades, relishing in his role as the dominant partner in their marriage. Tonight was no different, or at least he thought so.

"Jisung," Minho called, leaning casually against the ornate wooden doorframe, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. "Come here. I've got something I want to show you."

Jisung, his own hair cascading over his shoulders in soft waves, looked up from the corner of the room where he had been preoccupied with a book. A sparkle ignited in his eyes as he approached. "Oh? And what would that be?" he teased, his tone light but laced with intrigue.

Without warning, Minho reached out, pulling Jisung into an embrace that was both possessive and familiar. Their lips met in a fierce kiss, a spark igniting the air between them. Minho felt a surge of dominance; he intended to keep it that way, but as he leaned in closer, Jisung unexpectedly spun them around and pushed Minho against the wall.

"Actually," Jisung said, his voice sultry and filled with mischief, "I'm taking the lead tonight."

Minho's breath hitched in surprise, a mix of excitement and disbelief coursing through him. "You want to take the lead?" he asked, almost incredulously.

Jisung shot him a smirk, pulling Minho closer until their bodies pressed together. "Oh, I'm definitely sure," he replied, his breath warm against Minho's ear, sending shivers down his spine. "Just trust me."

With a skillful motion, Jisung pushed Minho backward, making him tumble onto the plush divan. Caught off guard, Minho felt a thrill of vulnerability, his heart racing with anticipation. Jisung climbed onto his lap, straddling him with a confidence that stripped away Minho's usual control.

"Jisung—" Minho began, but his words faltered as Jisung captured his mouth in a deep, swirling kiss. The taste of him was intoxicating, and Minho couldn't help but melt into the embrace, feeling the powerful heat radiating off Jisung.

"Shh," Jisung murmured against his lips, breaking the kiss only briefly. "Let's have some fun."

As their lips connected again, Minho's hands instinctively found their way to Jisung's waist, gripping him tightly. But Jisung quickly caught his wrists, pinning them above Minho's head, a playful challenge that sent electric sparks through Minho's body.

"I've always been in control," Minho protested, attempting to regain a modicum of authority, but the breathy quality of his voice belied his efforts.

"I know, but tonight, I want to show you just how good this can feel," Jisung said, his eyes darkening with desire. He leaned down, capturing Minho's neck with his mouth, placing teasing kisses along his collarbone, igniting a fire within Minho that threatened to consume him.

Each kiss was deliberate, crafted with intention, while Minho's body responded eagerly, arching into Jisung's touch. "Jisung, please," he gasped, the sensations swirling around him, leaving him dizzy with need.

"Please what?" Jisung taunted, his voice heavy with playfulness and desire. He lifted his head, locking eyes with Minho. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you," Minho said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want you to make me feel everything."

With a devilish grin, Jisung pulled away slightly, letting go of Minho's wrists. "Good. Then just relax and let me take care of you."

As Minho's hands fell to the divan, Jisung slowly began to move, grinding down against Minho's lap, creating a delicious friction between them. Minho gasped, the pleasure suffusing his body as Jisung continued to rock against him, an enticing rhythm that threatened to unravel his composure.

"Jisung," Minho moaned, feeling the unmistakable tension coil tight in his core. The way Jisung controlled the pace sent waves of ecstasy washing over him, and he could hardly think past the pleasure that enveloped them both.

"Shh, keep it down," Jisung teased, a fingertip trailing lightly across Minho's lips. "I wouldn't want Yongbok and Hyunjin to hear how much you're enjoying this."

The realization of their proximity hit Minho like a rush of cold water, but the thought only heightened his excitement. The idea of being overheard pushed his arousal to new heights. "They can't hear us," he insisted, his tone desperate. "Just... keep going."

With a fervent kiss, Jisung leaned closer, allowing his hands to wander, exploring every contour of Minho's body. He slipped his fingers beneath the hem of Minho's tunic, teasingly caressing the skin beneath. Minho gasped at the touch, unable to contain the sounds spilling from his lips as Jisung continued to work him into a frenzy.

"Let them hear," Jisung whispered against his skin, his breath hot and tantalizing. "You're mine, and I want everyone to know."

"Jisung, please," Minho begged, the desperation in his voice rising with each grind of Jisung's body against his. The tension coiling tightly, begging for release as Jisung moved with the kind of confidence that made Minho's heart race.

"Your moans are so beautiful," Jisung murmured, his hands trailing lower. "I love knowing how much you want this."

"Oh God," Minho whispered, feeling as if he were losing control. "I'm so close..."

"Then let go for me," Jisung urged, his own urgency mingling with Minho's. He captured Minho's lips once more, the kiss heavy and filled with need as they pressed against each other, the sounds of their pleasure blending into the quiet of the night.

The heat rose between them, drowning out all outside noise as they surrendered to the moment. With a final thrust, Jisung's hand found its way beneath Minho's tunic, fingers wrapping around him just as Minho gave a low, desperate moan, the sound echoing in the stillness of the room.

Just then, in the adjoining chamber, Yongbok paused mid-conversation with Hyunjin as they both realized whose voices were seeping through the thin walls.

"Is that... Minho?" Hyunjin exclaimed, blushing furiously yet unable to suppress his laughter.

"Seems like it," Yongbok replied, his voice a mixture of shock and amusement. "I had no idea they were so... loud."

"If you thought Minho was the dominant one, you should hear him now," Hyunjin chuckled, leaning against the doorframe with a bemused grin. They both leaned closer, ears straining to catch more of the sounds reverberating from the next room.

Meanwhile, back in the chambers, Jisung increased his pace, both of them lost in the throes of their heated exchange, oblivious to the fact that their private moment was not quite as private as they had imagined.

"Jisung!" Minho gasped, succumbing to the waves of pleasure crashing over him as he felt himself teetering on the edge. "I—"

"Let go, Minho!" Jisung urged again, his voice a sultry whisper that sent Minho sprawling into blissful ecstasy, his moans filling the room as he finally succumbed to the pleasure.

As the sounds of their passion danced through the walls, Yongbok and Hyunjin glanced at one another, a mix of disbelief and humor etched across their faces. "I can't believe this is happening," Yongbok snickered.

"The mighty Minho, reduced to moans," Yongbok laughed, unable to suppress the amusement at the thought of his brother willingly surrendering. "I knew Jisung had it in him."

"Exactly!" Hyunjin replied, trying to stifle a giggle but failing miserably as another gasp from Minho echoed through the wall. "They must not know how thin these walls really are!"

In the midst of their shared laughter, Minho and Jisung lost themselves in their passion, the world outside fading into oblivion as they embraced the heat of the moment, revelling in the intimacy that bound them together.