Sharing is Caring 2/4 (grumbles)
Title: Sharing is Caring 2/4
Pairing: Junsu with Yunho/Jaejoong/Changmin/Yoochun AND Hani/Yuri/Sunny AND combinations of them all.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine ... I wish I had a DBSK harem. Or a SuJu harem. More members in SuJu. Hell, while I'm dreaming ... OT20 anyone? I'll just casually toss SHINee into there too. And Taehyung (V) from BTS because he's super pretty.
Summary: Junsu acquires a new slave into his established harem. Max is quite pretty, but determined to keep his distance.
Warning: legal slavery, het
A/N: One of these days my plot lines will shut up and just let me write PWP.
Part 2: Conversation
Dinner with his parents was disastrous. The Princess Sooyoung had a list of demands that Junsu refused to consider, one of which was getting rid of his harem. She also demanded a shared bedchamber and rooms, where she was to tell Junsu what to wear and eat, among other things. The contract was preliminary, his father assured him, and Junsu spent too many hours past dinner editing it. He did not remember Junho’s wife demanding such things. She’d been a reasonable choice, aware of her purpose and place.
With his father’s support, Junsu rewrote more than half of the contract. He refused to meet her the next day, not until she revised her demands.
When he returned to his chambers, much too late, only candles lit his way, the sun long gone and the moon too far in the west to light his rooms.
Micky and Max were the only two awake when he gratefully sagged into one of the beds of his harem. He hadn’t even bothered going into his own room. He very much wanted to curl up with the boy because he looked like he’d give strong hugs given the opportunity, but he still did not want to pressure him.
Micky let him lay against his chest, mouth on the wing tattoo.
“Your highness,” Micky said, happiness, concern and love dripping from the words.
Junsu smiled and relaxed. “Massage. Now. Max, take off my clothes.”
He almost heard the boy swallow, but like a good slave, he did as he was asked, making Junsu move to get all the many layers of fine silk off his body. He lay on his stomach afterward, and Micky straddled his bare ass. The silk pants were soft and light against his skin.
Micky used a light vanilla lotion, one meant to relax him and not entice him. But Micky’s hands were very enticing, and his hips lifted without his permission and a moan rumbled past his lips.
“Calm, your highness,” Micky said. “They’ll be upset if I fuck you without them.”
Junsu grumbled and knew it was the truth. He also doubted he’d be quiet enough and they’d all manage to stay asleep. And then he’d get even less sleep. He’d had plenty of orgasms that day anyway.
“Max, how are you feeling?” Junsu asked.
“Fine, your highness. Still ... a little sore.”
“I’m glad you’re better. My brother is a complete asshole. And only the heir by five minutes.”
“I have wondered why he is the heir and not you, your highness. Your father obviously favors you,” Max said, earning a sharp reprimand from Micky.
It was quite treasonous to say such things.
Junsu chuckled. “I have often wondered that myself. My father once said it was for my own safety, that he feared for my life, if my brother lost his status to me.”
“Your highness, hush,” Micky said.
Junsu glanced over at Max, at the way the candle light darkened his skin, the way his hair almost shone. God, he was beautiful.
“Let’s try to sleep,” Junsu said, shifting until Micky stopped touching him. He moved higher on the bed, slipping under the warm covers. Micky lay next to him, and Max too, once Junsu demanded it with a noise and an outstretched hand.
The boy was pretty stiff as he lay there. But soon enough he relaxed when all Junsu did was drape an arm around his middle and press a kiss to his shoulder.
“Your highness?” Max said, voice lilting in question.
Junsu hummed, granting him permission to speak, though he was too tired himself to do so.
“May I ask something of you? Something serious.”
“Of course.”
“My ... my name is Changmin.”
Junsu lifted his head, met those pretty, unsure eyes in the dim candlelight. “Changmin?” He knew that his slaves had other names, ones given to them at birth, but none of them ever told him what they were.
“Yes, please. Call me ... I don’t want to be called Max.”
Junsu smiled and kissed his cheek. “Very well, Changminnie. We’ll tell the others tomorrow.”
Micky’s hand moved around Junsu’s waist and gripped the boy’s fingers. Changmin’s next breath shuddered, like he was trying not to cry. Junsu snuggled back up against him, lips soft on his arm.
( o )( o )
Junsu woke up often to soft touches to his body. He was used to the familiar caresses and kisses, but the chest under his face and the skin under his arms was not familiar. He did not have enough time to be alarmed though, before Hero whispered something that sounded like, “Did you sleep well, Sweetie?”
“His name is Changmin,” Micky whispered.
“Ah, that’s so cute.”
Changmin growled.
Junsu shifted and put himself between Hero and Changmin, straddling the boy’s lap, hands on his chest. He had to blink back his weariness before he managed to smile at Changmin.
“Good morning, handsome,” he said.
Changmin took a deep breath.
Chuckling, Junsu ran his hands up to Changmin’s cheeks, a soft touch, followed by a soft kiss. Other hands slipped around his waist, fingertips light against his skin. He shivered, unable to hold back the moan that was muffled by Changmin’s lips.
“Your father’s head advisor was here not ten minutes ago. There is an emergency of some sort. Your father needs you.”
Junsu sighed and pulled away from Changmin’s lips. He stayed over his lap, now able to see that it was Hero’s hands around his body. He sat still just a little too long and Micky reached over and pinched his sore nipple, pulling a gasp from him and his already hard cock pulsed. He leaned against Hero’s chest, eyes shutting and shivered.
Hero chuckled. “You are so easy to rile up, your highness.”
“Is that a complaint? That I desire you all so much?”
“Of course not. Just a statement of fact. Come. You’re to breakfast with your father.”
Junsu took a very deep breath. He noted that a clear line of fluid had dripped from his cock to his Changmin’s stomach. He ran his fingers through it, noting the twitch of Changmin’s stomach. He smiled. “Do you wish to come with me, Changminnie?”
His eyes went wide. Hero had stiffened behind him.
“Do not say I am not allowed,” Junsu said, shifting in Hero’s arms. “I’m allowed to have any number of my harem with me all day long. Just because you don’t like to put clothes on long enough to leave the bed doesn’t mean that Changmin is the same. Changmin? Coming with me?”
Changmin swallowed and then nodded. “Yes, your highness.”
“Good. Let’s get up and get dressed.”
As he climbed from the bed, he noted Yuri and Sunny waking up. Their faces scrunched in displeasure. Neither of them enjoyed mornings. Normally, he’d crawl into bed and kiss them until they were smiling again, but he did not have time. He needed have worried. Micky was there in a moment to touch and whisper to them.
Hero shuffled them both into Junsu’s dressing rooms, leaving a few maids to get Junsu ready while he went back to Yunho’s wardrobe for some appropriate clothes for Changmin: a pair of black pants made of sheer cloth that gave teasing glimpses of his legs and ass, but kept him covered enough. The tunic was deep red, billowing at the top and slipping down a shoulder, showing more skin. It sort of had sleeves, more like swaths of fabric that brushed against skin.
As was required, Hero slipped a leather collar on his neck, one that had Junsu’s token on it, an eagle’s wing. The metal amulet touched a sore spot on his neck, so Hero tittered and moved it, pressing a kiss to the skin, despite Changmin’s growl.
The last things were matching metal cuffs at his wrists and ankles. Quite technically, Junsu should have bound his hands together, but he did not, ignoring Hero’s significant look.
Instead he stepped back and stared at his newest slave. The boy held his head so high, the flush on his cheeks a bit of embarrassment but determination. Junsu had a thought that Changmin could probably overpower him, and he did not much mind. Well, when it came to sex anyway. Being at the mercy of this handsome boy was something that he hoped to experience soon.
“So plain,” Hero said with a sigh. He glanced at Junsu, an eyebrow raised.
Junsu chuckled. “Fine. If we have time.”
They did. Otherwise, Hero never would have asked. He disappeared, leaving them staring at each other.
“You look really good,” Junsu said.
Changmin flushed and looked away.
“I know you aren’t comfortable, but as with all of my harem, you are allowed to wear clothes unless I demand that you take them off. Never let their nakedness convince you otherwise.”
Hero returned with a small bag of too much jewelry. His own. A light silver chain was draped around his neck, the metal against his skin. A silver band was added to one arm, and the other was adorned with shimmering bangles of silver and red. Hero messed with the boy’s hair, pulling it back into a short ponytail that was held with a thick shimmering clip. Smaller clips with red jewels were added through his hair. A single lock of hair fell against his cheek, and Hero brushed it aside before brushing his lips over his cheek.
“God, you’re delicious, sweetie.”
Changmin flushed, his growl only half-serious.
“May we leave now?” Junsu asked.
Hero smirked at Changmin. “Unless Changminnie wants me to go get my leash.”
Changmin snarled at him.
Laughing, Hero came to Junsu, pressed against him and kissed him.
Junsu allowed the kiss, hands slipping over Hero’s naked skin. “Go play with our girls. Make them happy.”
“Only you can really do that, your highness.”
Junsu smirked. “Maybe.” He patted Hero’s naked bum, and then turned and held out his hand for Changmin. “Let’s go. The sooner I deal with this, the sooner I can get you out of those clothes.”
Changmin took a deep breath and took his hand and squeezed. Quite technically, the slave was supposed to walk behind his master, but Junsu much preferred holding hands. He was incredibly satisfied by all the looks, second glances, and lustful stares that Changmin received while they walked through the halls of the palace to his father’s rooms.
Hero, as always, timed it just right, and they arrived just moments after the king, who also stared at Changmin with a slightly glazed look in his eyes.
Junsu smiled. “This is the first time I have had Max out with me, so I apologize in advance if he does anything wrong. I did plan on teaching him throughout the next few days.” Junsu sat on the cushion provided for him and then pulled Changmin down with him. “Kneel.”
Changmin obeyed, wincing a little bit, but unlike the day before, he had a small cushion to kneel on.
Junsu arranged his hands in the proper way in his lap and then tilted his head down, so he was not staring at the king because that was definitely not allowed for a slave.
A moment later, there was food brought out for breakfast.
“So what is the emergency?” Junsu asked after settling with his breakfast.
“The Princess Sooyoung and her family have left.”
Junsu paused in lifting an apple slice to Changmin’s lips. He fought back a smirk and lost, finishing the movement and allowing Changmin to eat. “I do think I’d call that a celebration rather than an emergency.”
He saw Changmin’s lips twitch.
“Son, be serious. This is the third princess this year. You need to be married.”
Junsu sighed. “It is not my fault, and you know it.”
“Yes, I know. But I think the next one we will change things a bit.”
“Is there a next one already?”
“There always is. Instead of you approving of the contract and then meeting the princess, you’re to meet her first, and then maybe write a contract together. They have been too demanding, thinking that you are the second son so they can be. Perhaps if the princess sees the way you live your life before demanding that it is changed will make her more acceptable of ...”
Junsu ran a finger over Changmin’s shoulder. “My harem, yes. Maybe. We will try it. Who is next on the list?”
“You are not allowed to be angry or deny their right.”
“That doesn’t sound promising. By the gods, who?”
“Im Yoona.”
Junsu shut his eyes and took a very deep breath, fighting the urge to curse. “Very well,” he bit out. He had met Im Yoona on occasion. She was the youngest daughter of a noble by the Eastern shore. He did not much like her or her family. They were too ... willful. But with the last three princesses running as fast as they could, it was inevitable. He does remember once thinking that he was glad that she was so low in rank because that meant he’d never have to marry her.
His father laughed. “She and her family will be arriving tomorrow. I expect you to be nice.”
“Of course.”
“Max is looking better.”
The boy flinched at suddenly being acknowledged.
Junsu grinned, the fingers on Changmin’s arm sweeping down his skin. “Yeah, that happens when you take care of your slaves and you don’t just put bruises on them.”
“Indeed. There is also the military campaign in the North that I had hoped to ask you about. Though now, I’m not sure it is appropriate.”
Changmin visibly stiffened, breath rushing from his lips in an almost painful noise.
Junsu glanced at him in concern, sliding his hand to Changmin’s to allow him to grip tightly. “What of it? I was under the impression that it was going well and the soldiers had stretched our borders into the mountains.”
“They have. I am asking your opinion on it in general.”
Junsu pondered his choice. His father was very aware of his views on expanding their borders. He much preferred peace than war. Changmin was shaking, just enough to be noticeable.
“You are aware of my opinion,” he finally said.
His father waved his hand with a dismissive noise. “I am asking in good faith regarding this. It is just the three of us here--”
Junsu hid his shock that his father acknowledged Changmin’s presence.
“--and I want you to be honest with me. I know you do not like war. When your brother becomes king--”
Junsu sighed.
“--you know that he will expand our borders even more.”
“Then pull them back while you still can,” Junsu snapped. “How are we to be a prosperous kingdom, helping even the weakest of our charges, when our borders are so broad, our armies spread so thin? We have been warring with the North for far too long. Secure our borders then, but why must we expand into their territory? Why can we not be trade partners instead? We have things they need. They have things we need. I strongly suggest that you send a missive to their ...”
Junsu paused and glanced at Changmin. “King? Does the North have a king, Max?”
Max swallowed, visibly starting at being directly addressed. He cleared his throat, though his voice still wavered when he answered, “A ruling class, yes, with Lords governing territory ... though ... no king.”
Junsu thought about that, finger idly running up and down Changmin’s neck and to his ear. He had such pretty skin.
“And what are the chances that the ruling class of Lords would be amicable to peace, Max?” the king asked.
Changmin kept his head down, swallowing roughly. “I am ... I am not sure that is possible now, your highness. Too much has been ... taken and destroyed. They are ... angry.”
“Are you angry?” he asked.
Changmin bit his lip almost too harshly and ground out, “Yes, your highness.” The grip on Junsu’s fingers almost hurt.
The king chuckled. “Such an honest boy.”
“Isn’t it refreshing?” Junsu asked.
“To a point,” the king said. “In order to placate the Lords of the North, perhaps we will withdraw back to the river. It is a formidable barrier and I foresee fighting over it for years into the future, with massive losses on both side. If we were to lose control of the river and abandon troops on the other side ... as a king, I cannot allow that. Perhaps that will help start a negotiation of peace. What do you think, Max?”
Changmin glanced up, only briefly meeting the king’s eyes, before Junsu was tugging on his ear to look down. “I am not sure that will help, your highness. Not in the short term.”
“With an heir like mine, I must think long term. Were you a Lord’s son?”
Changmin’s chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. “No, your highness. But pride and anger are not things only allowed to the elite.”
The king laughed. “By the gods, no wonder Junho did not like you.”
Junsu smiled. “I like him a lot, Father.”
“I see that. I will confer with Woohyuk about pulling back troops to the river. It is not very much territory, sure, but right now it makes the most sense. Will that keep you from strangling my son in his sleep, Max?”
Changmin glared at his lap. “Such barbaric methods are dishonorable, your highness.”
The king laughed louder. “Indeed. Let’s talk of other things. Finish eating.”
Junsu fed Changmin more food than a slave normally was allowed. His father said nothing on it. Eventually, the death grip on his on thighs lessened, and Junsu was able to relax, lean against his body with an arm around his waist. Changmin did nothing more than stiffen, either to keep them both up or because he did not want to be touched. Maybe a bit of both.
When they stood, Changmin wobbled a bit, but stayed firm, a pillar of perfection, gorgeous and angry. He bowed to the king and followed Junsu back to his rooms. The anger did not leave and grew worse when Hero and Sunny clamoured over to him, and Junsu told them all to be quiet. Very concerned, since Changmin looked near tears, he dragged him to his own bedroom, barring the rest of the harem from entering, despite their protests.
Changmin stayed stiff in the middle of the room, hands in fists at his sides.
Junsu moved around him, removing just the jewelry and the leather cuffs of ownership from his body.
“Sit,” Junsu almost snapped and pointed to a chair. “You do not have to be so in control of yourself around me. I will not judge you, and I wish to help you.”
“Then let me return home.”
Junsu took a deep breath. “I have no power over that.” He kneeled in front of Changmin, pushing up the pants to check his knees. They were red, but not as bright red as they had been yesterday.
“I don’t want to be here.”
“I know that. You should speak with Uknow. He has a mother and sister out there somewhere, that he hopes to see again.”
“I don’t wish to speak with any of them that cater so carelessly to the sexual whims of an arrogant prince.”
Junsu sat back on his knees, crossing his arms. Changmin met his eyes, not embarrassed or cowed by Junsu’s stern look. He forced himself to relax. “Not a Lord’s son. But a scholar at least. You speak and act very well. I do not normally ask about the history of my slaves because they do not wish to speak about it. Who were you in the North?”
“I do not wish to speak about it,” Changmin parroted back.
“Very well. Do you like music? Do you play any instruments?”
Changmin looked away, blinking rapidly to keep from crying. But he nodded. “The flute. The piano. I can sing very well.”
Junsu smiled. “Wonderful. Come.” He stood up and held out his hands. “You still have not been shown around my rooms. I have a music room, a garden, more than enough sitting rooms, and a library.”
Junsu noted the intake of breath at the mention of the library. He was definitely a scholar of some sort.
Changmin took his hands and Junsu hauled him to his feet, wrapping his arms around his waist. He was tall, and Junsu looked up at him with a smile. “I will do my best to make you smile, Changminnie. Maybe one day soon.”
( )o( )
Junsu waited an entire month for Changmin to relax. He did not wait patiently, and he did not restrain himself from touching the boy at all. He took kisses and hugs and slept in bed with him, waiting for Changmin to initiate more. He even had his other harem members pleasure him and fuck him with Changmin in the room.
He was determined to hold out.
Well, Junsu was determined to feel that cock in his ass. And he was a prince and usually got what he wanted.
His month had not solely consisted of this issue, though. There was also the issue of Im Yoona, who appeared to be very flexible in her demands as his wife. It almost felt too good to be true. They had yet to draft a contract, but his father liked this, he hoped the Junsu and Junho followed this method with their own sons when choosing an heir.
Junsu understood the merits behind it, but that did not meant that he enjoyed making time in his busy schedule to spend with his future wife. Time away from his harem. Time away from figuring out how to convince Changmin to play with him. And he was tired of waiting. He didn’t want to force him. Not if he didn’t have to.
The boy relaxed, some. When he wasn’t in the bedroom and definitely not touching anyone, he was in the library, reading heavy history texts, discovering more complicated maths than he already knew, writing his own notes and thoughts on certain subjects relating to Junsu’s kingdom. Junsu let him, because it made him happy, and he loved to discuss his findings, asking Junsu about history and politics and leadership. How the boy was not a Lord’s son, Junsu did not understand.
“He may have lied about that,” Hani said one day when Junsu was lamenting to her about his reluctance to join them. “How do you know he told the truth?”
“Changmin is not a liar.”
“True, but you are also his captor. He does not wish to give you any more power over him than you already have.”
He grudgingly admitted that she was probably right.
Changmin also enjoyed music, and he played the ivory keys for hours at times. Yuri was teaching him to play violin and Micky was teaching him to play the guitar.
His pretty slave from the North enjoyed many things. Just not what Junsu wanted.
Part 3: Seduction
Part 1: Distraction
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Pairing: Junsu with Yunho/Jaejoong/Changmin/Yoochun AND Hani/Yuri/Sunny AND combinations of them all.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine ... I wish I had a DBSK harem. Or a SuJu harem. More members in SuJu. Hell, while I'm dreaming ... OT20 anyone? I'll just casually toss SHINee into there too. And Taehyung (V) from BTS because he's super pretty.
Summary: Junsu acquires a new slave into his established harem. Max is quite pretty, but determined to keep his distance.
Warning: legal slavery, het
A/N: One of these days my plot lines will shut up and just let me write PWP.
Part 2: Conversation
Dinner with his parents was disastrous. The Princess Sooyoung had a list of demands that Junsu refused to consider, one of which was getting rid of his harem. She also demanded a shared bedchamber and rooms, where she was to tell Junsu what to wear and eat, among other things. The contract was preliminary, his father assured him, and Junsu spent too many hours past dinner editing it. He did not remember Junho’s wife demanding such things. She’d been a reasonable choice, aware of her purpose and place.
With his father’s support, Junsu rewrote more than half of the contract. He refused to meet her the next day, not until she revised her demands.
When he returned to his chambers, much too late, only candles lit his way, the sun long gone and the moon too far in the west to light his rooms.
Micky and Max were the only two awake when he gratefully sagged into one of the beds of his harem. He hadn’t even bothered going into his own room. He very much wanted to curl up with the boy because he looked like he’d give strong hugs given the opportunity, but he still did not want to pressure him.
Micky let him lay against his chest, mouth on the wing tattoo.
“Your highness,” Micky said, happiness, concern and love dripping from the words.
Junsu smiled and relaxed. “Massage. Now. Max, take off my clothes.”
He almost heard the boy swallow, but like a good slave, he did as he was asked, making Junsu move to get all the many layers of fine silk off his body. He lay on his stomach afterward, and Micky straddled his bare ass. The silk pants were soft and light against his skin.
Micky used a light vanilla lotion, one meant to relax him and not entice him. But Micky’s hands were very enticing, and his hips lifted without his permission and a moan rumbled past his lips.
“Calm, your highness,” Micky said. “They’ll be upset if I fuck you without them.”
Junsu grumbled and knew it was the truth. He also doubted he’d be quiet enough and they’d all manage to stay asleep. And then he’d get even less sleep. He’d had plenty of orgasms that day anyway.
“Max, how are you feeling?” Junsu asked.
“Fine, your highness. Still ... a little sore.”
“I’m glad you’re better. My brother is a complete asshole. And only the heir by five minutes.”
“I have wondered why he is the heir and not you, your highness. Your father obviously favors you,” Max said, earning a sharp reprimand from Micky.
It was quite treasonous to say such things.
Junsu chuckled. “I have often wondered that myself. My father once said it was for my own safety, that he feared for my life, if my brother lost his status to me.”
“Your highness, hush,” Micky said.
Junsu glanced over at Max, at the way the candle light darkened his skin, the way his hair almost shone. God, he was beautiful.
“Let’s try to sleep,” Junsu said, shifting until Micky stopped touching him. He moved higher on the bed, slipping under the warm covers. Micky lay next to him, and Max too, once Junsu demanded it with a noise and an outstretched hand.
The boy was pretty stiff as he lay there. But soon enough he relaxed when all Junsu did was drape an arm around his middle and press a kiss to his shoulder.
“Your highness?” Max said, voice lilting in question.
Junsu hummed, granting him permission to speak, though he was too tired himself to do so.
“May I ask something of you? Something serious.”
“Of course.”
“My ... my name is Changmin.”
Junsu lifted his head, met those pretty, unsure eyes in the dim candlelight. “Changmin?” He knew that his slaves had other names, ones given to them at birth, but none of them ever told him what they were.
“Yes, please. Call me ... I don’t want to be called Max.”
Junsu smiled and kissed his cheek. “Very well, Changminnie. We’ll tell the others tomorrow.”
Micky’s hand moved around Junsu’s waist and gripped the boy’s fingers. Changmin’s next breath shuddered, like he was trying not to cry. Junsu snuggled back up against him, lips soft on his arm.
( o )( o )
Junsu woke up often to soft touches to his body. He was used to the familiar caresses and kisses, but the chest under his face and the skin under his arms was not familiar. He did not have enough time to be alarmed though, before Hero whispered something that sounded like, “Did you sleep well, Sweetie?”
“His name is Changmin,” Micky whispered.
“Ah, that’s so cute.”
Changmin growled.
Junsu shifted and put himself between Hero and Changmin, straddling the boy’s lap, hands on his chest. He had to blink back his weariness before he managed to smile at Changmin.
“Good morning, handsome,” he said.
Changmin took a deep breath.
Chuckling, Junsu ran his hands up to Changmin’s cheeks, a soft touch, followed by a soft kiss. Other hands slipped around his waist, fingertips light against his skin. He shivered, unable to hold back the moan that was muffled by Changmin’s lips.
“Your father’s head advisor was here not ten minutes ago. There is an emergency of some sort. Your father needs you.”
Junsu sighed and pulled away from Changmin’s lips. He stayed over his lap, now able to see that it was Hero’s hands around his body. He sat still just a little too long and Micky reached over and pinched his sore nipple, pulling a gasp from him and his already hard cock pulsed. He leaned against Hero’s chest, eyes shutting and shivered.
Hero chuckled. “You are so easy to rile up, your highness.”
“Is that a complaint? That I desire you all so much?”
“Of course not. Just a statement of fact. Come. You’re to breakfast with your father.”
Junsu took a very deep breath. He noted that a clear line of fluid had dripped from his cock to his Changmin’s stomach. He ran his fingers through it, noting the twitch of Changmin’s stomach. He smiled. “Do you wish to come with me, Changminnie?”
His eyes went wide. Hero had stiffened behind him.
“Do not say I am not allowed,” Junsu said, shifting in Hero’s arms. “I’m allowed to have any number of my harem with me all day long. Just because you don’t like to put clothes on long enough to leave the bed doesn’t mean that Changmin is the same. Changmin? Coming with me?”
Changmin swallowed and then nodded. “Yes, your highness.”
“Good. Let’s get up and get dressed.”
As he climbed from the bed, he noted Yuri and Sunny waking up. Their faces scrunched in displeasure. Neither of them enjoyed mornings. Normally, he’d crawl into bed and kiss them until they were smiling again, but he did not have time. He needed have worried. Micky was there in a moment to touch and whisper to them.
Hero shuffled them both into Junsu’s dressing rooms, leaving a few maids to get Junsu ready while he went back to Yunho’s wardrobe for some appropriate clothes for Changmin: a pair of black pants made of sheer cloth that gave teasing glimpses of his legs and ass, but kept him covered enough. The tunic was deep red, billowing at the top and slipping down a shoulder, showing more skin. It sort of had sleeves, more like swaths of fabric that brushed against skin.
As was required, Hero slipped a leather collar on his neck, one that had Junsu’s token on it, an eagle’s wing. The metal amulet touched a sore spot on his neck, so Hero tittered and moved it, pressing a kiss to the skin, despite Changmin’s growl.
The last things were matching metal cuffs at his wrists and ankles. Quite technically, Junsu should have bound his hands together, but he did not, ignoring Hero’s significant look.
Instead he stepped back and stared at his newest slave. The boy held his head so high, the flush on his cheeks a bit of embarrassment but determination. Junsu had a thought that Changmin could probably overpower him, and he did not much mind. Well, when it came to sex anyway. Being at the mercy of this handsome boy was something that he hoped to experience soon.
“So plain,” Hero said with a sigh. He glanced at Junsu, an eyebrow raised.
Junsu chuckled. “Fine. If we have time.”
They did. Otherwise, Hero never would have asked. He disappeared, leaving them staring at each other.
“You look really good,” Junsu said.
Changmin flushed and looked away.
“I know you aren’t comfortable, but as with all of my harem, you are allowed to wear clothes unless I demand that you take them off. Never let their nakedness convince you otherwise.”
Hero returned with a small bag of too much jewelry. His own. A light silver chain was draped around his neck, the metal against his skin. A silver band was added to one arm, and the other was adorned with shimmering bangles of silver and red. Hero messed with the boy’s hair, pulling it back into a short ponytail that was held with a thick shimmering clip. Smaller clips with red jewels were added through his hair. A single lock of hair fell against his cheek, and Hero brushed it aside before brushing his lips over his cheek.
“God, you’re delicious, sweetie.”
Changmin flushed, his growl only half-serious.
“May we leave now?” Junsu asked.
Hero smirked at Changmin. “Unless Changminnie wants me to go get my leash.”
Changmin snarled at him.
Laughing, Hero came to Junsu, pressed against him and kissed him.
Junsu allowed the kiss, hands slipping over Hero’s naked skin. “Go play with our girls. Make them happy.”
“Only you can really do that, your highness.”
Junsu smirked. “Maybe.” He patted Hero’s naked bum, and then turned and held out his hand for Changmin. “Let’s go. The sooner I deal with this, the sooner I can get you out of those clothes.”
Changmin took a deep breath and took his hand and squeezed. Quite technically, the slave was supposed to walk behind his master, but Junsu much preferred holding hands. He was incredibly satisfied by all the looks, second glances, and lustful stares that Changmin received while they walked through the halls of the palace to his father’s rooms.
Hero, as always, timed it just right, and they arrived just moments after the king, who also stared at Changmin with a slightly glazed look in his eyes.
Junsu smiled. “This is the first time I have had Max out with me, so I apologize in advance if he does anything wrong. I did plan on teaching him throughout the next few days.” Junsu sat on the cushion provided for him and then pulled Changmin down with him. “Kneel.”
Changmin obeyed, wincing a little bit, but unlike the day before, he had a small cushion to kneel on.
Junsu arranged his hands in the proper way in his lap and then tilted his head down, so he was not staring at the king because that was definitely not allowed for a slave.
A moment later, there was food brought out for breakfast.
“So what is the emergency?” Junsu asked after settling with his breakfast.
“The Princess Sooyoung and her family have left.”
Junsu paused in lifting an apple slice to Changmin’s lips. He fought back a smirk and lost, finishing the movement and allowing Changmin to eat. “I do think I’d call that a celebration rather than an emergency.”
He saw Changmin’s lips twitch.
“Son, be serious. This is the third princess this year. You need to be married.”
Junsu sighed. “It is not my fault, and you know it.”
“Yes, I know. But I think the next one we will change things a bit.”
“Is there a next one already?”
“There always is. Instead of you approving of the contract and then meeting the princess, you’re to meet her first, and then maybe write a contract together. They have been too demanding, thinking that you are the second son so they can be. Perhaps if the princess sees the way you live your life before demanding that it is changed will make her more acceptable of ...”
Junsu ran a finger over Changmin’s shoulder. “My harem, yes. Maybe. We will try it. Who is next on the list?”
“You are not allowed to be angry or deny their right.”
“That doesn’t sound promising. By the gods, who?”
“Im Yoona.”
Junsu shut his eyes and took a very deep breath, fighting the urge to curse. “Very well,” he bit out. He had met Im Yoona on occasion. She was the youngest daughter of a noble by the Eastern shore. He did not much like her or her family. They were too ... willful. But with the last three princesses running as fast as they could, it was inevitable. He does remember once thinking that he was glad that she was so low in rank because that meant he’d never have to marry her.
His father laughed. “She and her family will be arriving tomorrow. I expect you to be nice.”
“Of course.”
“Max is looking better.”
The boy flinched at suddenly being acknowledged.
Junsu grinned, the fingers on Changmin’s arm sweeping down his skin. “Yeah, that happens when you take care of your slaves and you don’t just put bruises on them.”
“Indeed. There is also the military campaign in the North that I had hoped to ask you about. Though now, I’m not sure it is appropriate.”
Changmin visibly stiffened, breath rushing from his lips in an almost painful noise.
Junsu glanced at him in concern, sliding his hand to Changmin’s to allow him to grip tightly. “What of it? I was under the impression that it was going well and the soldiers had stretched our borders into the mountains.”
“They have. I am asking your opinion on it in general.”
Junsu pondered his choice. His father was very aware of his views on expanding their borders. He much preferred peace than war. Changmin was shaking, just enough to be noticeable.
“You are aware of my opinion,” he finally said.
His father waved his hand with a dismissive noise. “I am asking in good faith regarding this. It is just the three of us here--”
Junsu hid his shock that his father acknowledged Changmin’s presence.
“--and I want you to be honest with me. I know you do not like war. When your brother becomes king--”
Junsu sighed.
“--you know that he will expand our borders even more.”
“Then pull them back while you still can,” Junsu snapped. “How are we to be a prosperous kingdom, helping even the weakest of our charges, when our borders are so broad, our armies spread so thin? We have been warring with the North for far too long. Secure our borders then, but why must we expand into their territory? Why can we not be trade partners instead? We have things they need. They have things we need. I strongly suggest that you send a missive to their ...”
Junsu paused and glanced at Changmin. “King? Does the North have a king, Max?”
Max swallowed, visibly starting at being directly addressed. He cleared his throat, though his voice still wavered when he answered, “A ruling class, yes, with Lords governing territory ... though ... no king.”
Junsu thought about that, finger idly running up and down Changmin’s neck and to his ear. He had such pretty skin.
“And what are the chances that the ruling class of Lords would be amicable to peace, Max?” the king asked.
Changmin kept his head down, swallowing roughly. “I am ... I am not sure that is possible now, your highness. Too much has been ... taken and destroyed. They are ... angry.”
“Are you angry?” he asked.
Changmin bit his lip almost too harshly and ground out, “Yes, your highness.” The grip on Junsu’s fingers almost hurt.
The king chuckled. “Such an honest boy.”
“Isn’t it refreshing?” Junsu asked.
“To a point,” the king said. “In order to placate the Lords of the North, perhaps we will withdraw back to the river. It is a formidable barrier and I foresee fighting over it for years into the future, with massive losses on both side. If we were to lose control of the river and abandon troops on the other side ... as a king, I cannot allow that. Perhaps that will help start a negotiation of peace. What do you think, Max?”
Changmin glanced up, only briefly meeting the king’s eyes, before Junsu was tugging on his ear to look down. “I am not sure that will help, your highness. Not in the short term.”
“With an heir like mine, I must think long term. Were you a Lord’s son?”
Changmin’s chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. “No, your highness. But pride and anger are not things only allowed to the elite.”
The king laughed. “By the gods, no wonder Junho did not like you.”
Junsu smiled. “I like him a lot, Father.”
“I see that. I will confer with Woohyuk about pulling back troops to the river. It is not very much territory, sure, but right now it makes the most sense. Will that keep you from strangling my son in his sleep, Max?”
Changmin glared at his lap. “Such barbaric methods are dishonorable, your highness.”
The king laughed louder. “Indeed. Let’s talk of other things. Finish eating.”
Junsu fed Changmin more food than a slave normally was allowed. His father said nothing on it. Eventually, the death grip on his on thighs lessened, and Junsu was able to relax, lean against his body with an arm around his waist. Changmin did nothing more than stiffen, either to keep them both up or because he did not want to be touched. Maybe a bit of both.
When they stood, Changmin wobbled a bit, but stayed firm, a pillar of perfection, gorgeous and angry. He bowed to the king and followed Junsu back to his rooms. The anger did not leave and grew worse when Hero and Sunny clamoured over to him, and Junsu told them all to be quiet. Very concerned, since Changmin looked near tears, he dragged him to his own bedroom, barring the rest of the harem from entering, despite their protests.
Changmin stayed stiff in the middle of the room, hands in fists at his sides.
Junsu moved around him, removing just the jewelry and the leather cuffs of ownership from his body.
“Sit,” Junsu almost snapped and pointed to a chair. “You do not have to be so in control of yourself around me. I will not judge you, and I wish to help you.”
“Then let me return home.”
Junsu took a deep breath. “I have no power over that.” He kneeled in front of Changmin, pushing up the pants to check his knees. They were red, but not as bright red as they had been yesterday.
“I don’t want to be here.”
“I know that. You should speak with Uknow. He has a mother and sister out there somewhere, that he hopes to see again.”
“I don’t wish to speak with any of them that cater so carelessly to the sexual whims of an arrogant prince.”
Junsu sat back on his knees, crossing his arms. Changmin met his eyes, not embarrassed or cowed by Junsu’s stern look. He forced himself to relax. “Not a Lord’s son. But a scholar at least. You speak and act very well. I do not normally ask about the history of my slaves because they do not wish to speak about it. Who were you in the North?”
“I do not wish to speak about it,” Changmin parroted back.
“Very well. Do you like music? Do you play any instruments?”
Changmin looked away, blinking rapidly to keep from crying. But he nodded. “The flute. The piano. I can sing very well.”
Junsu smiled. “Wonderful. Come.” He stood up and held out his hands. “You still have not been shown around my rooms. I have a music room, a garden, more than enough sitting rooms, and a library.”
Junsu noted the intake of breath at the mention of the library. He was definitely a scholar of some sort.
Changmin took his hands and Junsu hauled him to his feet, wrapping his arms around his waist. He was tall, and Junsu looked up at him with a smile. “I will do my best to make you smile, Changminnie. Maybe one day soon.”
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Junsu waited an entire month for Changmin to relax. He did not wait patiently, and he did not restrain himself from touching the boy at all. He took kisses and hugs and slept in bed with him, waiting for Changmin to initiate more. He even had his other harem members pleasure him and fuck him with Changmin in the room.
He was determined to hold out.
Well, Junsu was determined to feel that cock in his ass. And he was a prince and usually got what he wanted.
His month had not solely consisted of this issue, though. There was also the issue of Im Yoona, who appeared to be very flexible in her demands as his wife. It almost felt too good to be true. They had yet to draft a contract, but his father liked this, he hoped the Junsu and Junho followed this method with their own sons when choosing an heir.
Junsu understood the merits behind it, but that did not meant that he enjoyed making time in his busy schedule to spend with his future wife. Time away from his harem. Time away from figuring out how to convince Changmin to play with him. And he was tired of waiting. He didn’t want to force him. Not if he didn’t have to.
The boy relaxed, some. When he wasn’t in the bedroom and definitely not touching anyone, he was in the library, reading heavy history texts, discovering more complicated maths than he already knew, writing his own notes and thoughts on certain subjects relating to Junsu’s kingdom. Junsu let him, because it made him happy, and he loved to discuss his findings, asking Junsu about history and politics and leadership. How the boy was not a Lord’s son, Junsu did not understand.
“He may have lied about that,” Hani said one day when Junsu was lamenting to her about his reluctance to join them. “How do you know he told the truth?”
“Changmin is not a liar.”
“True, but you are also his captor. He does not wish to give you any more power over him than you already have.”
He grudgingly admitted that she was probably right.
Changmin also enjoyed music, and he played the ivory keys for hours at times. Yuri was teaching him to play violin and Micky was teaching him to play the guitar.
His pretty slave from the North enjoyed many things. Just not what Junsu wanted.
Part 3: Seduction
Part 1: Distraction
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