dancing letters
title: dancing letters {pet au}
author: himawarixxsandz
rating: nc-17
pairing(s): himdae
summary: i can only rest when you're in my arms
warning(s): kinkfic, master/slave relationships
a/n: this was the most pointless thing ever this was supposed to be porn au idk why there's plot and /feelings/. i promise i swear i will get to the other pairings eventually gradually probably.
It was raining on the day that Yongguk rode over to Himchan’s manor after having spent a week at one of the bases, overseeing new recruits and new strategies that were being tested. The day was humid and sticky, the entire weeks past filled with thunderstorms of the miserable, mid-summer sort. It was hot enough that Himchan constantly kept a maid beside him with a fan-hot enough that even when it rained as hard as it rained today, Himchan told the servants to keep all the windows open and just place pans beneath them to keep water from dripping in.
It was hot enough that Daehyun had taken to walking around the house naked aside from his collar, and occasionally a silver anklet here, a sapphire bracelet there, gold bangles up and down his arms-because the metal was cooler than cloth, the pet claimed. Himchan had no complaints either way, having just recently bought Daehyun new sets of clothing, because his pet had begun to complain that his old clothes were beginning to tear from the strain of Daehyun’s muscle gain. And while that was true enough, Himchan doubted even the impressive amount of muscle gain in recent weeks would’ve made an honest difference considering how little Daehyun’s clothes covered anyway.
But Himchan had money to spare, and if Daehyun wanted to look nice, then it’d have been pointless to deny him.
Nonetheless, as the general stepped through Himchan’s door in his rain boots, cloak soaked and perspiration mixed with rain beading his skin, he was noticeably less pleased than Himchan was at Daehyun’s state of undress. Himchan, as he watched his maids take Yongguk’s sopping wet cloak and muddy boots, found himself rather confused why Yongguk trying to avoid looking at Daehyun when it was the general who found argument whenever Daehyun was fully-as fully as he ever could be-dressed.
“I thought you hated his clothes,” Himchan commented idly as Yongguk took a seat in the drawing room, settling back as the maids served him iced tea. The prince sat down in an opposite armchair, Daehyun folding himself languidly onto one of the cushions at Himchan’s feet.
“That doesn’t mean he shouldn’t wear any,” Yongguk said, massaging the bridge of his nose.
“He’s wearing a bracelet,” Himchan said, and pointed down to Daehyun’s wrist.
Yongguk looked at the prince evenly over the rim of his glass.
The corners of Daehyun’s mouth twitched.
Lightning flashed outside the window as a maid bustled in with trays of sandwiches and cakes balanced on either arm. She placed them down on the set table, and curtsied her way out of the room. Daehyun’s eyes bore into the food as Yongguk took one of the delicately cut sandwiches and popped it into his mouth between sips of tea. The pet glanced up out of the corner of his eye, gaze meeting Himchan’s. The prince merely looked back, fingers reaching down to part lush lips-a flicker of warm tongue against Himchan’s fingertips before he drew his hand back. “Go on,” Himchan said finally, and nodded towards the food.
The grin Daehyun gave back before turning towards the food was nothing short of playful and nothing less than a painful sort of teasing-all the pain on Himchan’s part, mainly in the increasingly uncomfortable area between his thighs. Yongguk’s expression, as Daehyun nearly stuffed every sandwich on the plate into his mouth in one fell swoop, was something between confused and disgusted.
“He’s gotten a lot better,” Yongguk said, “ever since the Feng incident.”
“Oh,” Himchan snorted, “is that what we’ve titled it now?”
“It’s what Sunhwa titled it when she came calling a few weeks ago and asked for the month’s worth of gossip at court.”
Himchan waved his hand airily. “There’s nothing to gossip about. I’m in the midst of training my new pet-what rumors could you start with that?”
Yongguk looked amused. “Cousin, you dragged him back with you from the coast looking like some common street urchin. Even I concede that he’s attractive now-he’s gained meat and muscle, hasn’t he?”
Himchan glanced down.
Daehyun was regarding Yongguk with a lazy sort of interest, half-lidded and head tilted to one side as his tongue lapped slowly at a puff of frosting on the cake between his fingers. The prince’s pet had gained weight that Daehyun had transformed into hard muscle, wiry and taut beneath Himchan’s palms whenever the prince touched him. “He has,” Himchan shrugged. “He’s taken to necessary sport in the courtyard on occasion.”
“And you’ve had him fitted for clothes now, haven’t you?” Yongguk continued to pepper. “You’ve taken him to a proper pet shop for his hair and skin?”
“General, what actual rumor would ever stem from a prince cleaning up his new pet?” Himchan said, exasperated. His hand absently found the back of Daehyun’s hair, carding through the soft strands thoughtlessly. Daehyun’s cheek rested against Himchan’s thigh then as the pet finished eating.
“Perhaps not actual rumors,” Yongguk said, “but people have been paying more attention to him-wondering about his breeding background, his character, if he can read and write, if you’re having him taught, who his trainer was, what other talents he might have. Many wish you’d bring him to court for a spin. You only bring him out, but never to parties.”
“There haven’t been any parties worth going to as of late,” Himchan sighed, because it was a fact that upset him as well as any subject of his who wanted to lay eyes on the prince’s pet. The shortage of good parties was most likely attributed to the horrible weather as well as the laziness brought on by the intense summer heat. Himchan stopped stroking Daehyun’s hair as the pet stood from the cushion, climbing on to perch on the chair’s armrest, bare feet hanging off the other side, thighs laid across Himchan’s lap.
Yongguk coughed.
In this position, Daehyun’s face hovered above Himchan’s own, hands on Himchan’s shoulders. The expression on Daehyun’s face was filled with humor, highly amused and at what Himchan had no idea. The pet’s lips were stretched into a broad grin, white teeth between full pink lips as Himchan cupped the back of Daehyun’s head and brought him down for a kiss. There was sugar and frosting lingering on Daehyun’s tongue and Himchan tasted it in his own mouth as he kissed his pet slow and deep.
“Cousin,” Yongguk said dryly, clearing his throat again. “I’d walk away if I could, but I have actual business for you-this wasn’t just a calling day, as you know.”
Himchan threw his head back and groaned, huffing as Daehyun snickered silently and turned to rest his cheek against Himchan’s shoulder, curling into the prince’s body. “I know,” Himchan said reluctantly. “I’m due to visit the men soon, aren’t I?”
“You’re due in two days,” Yongguk said. “And your father wants you down there for half a week at the least.”
Himchan drummed fingertips up and down the smooth expanse of bronze skin on Daehyun’s back, tracing the ridges of the pet’s shoulder blades. “Half a week at the least means half a week at the most,” Himchan snorted. “I’m not staying there a moment longer than I have to. I never actually do anything there anyway. Your officers just ogle me for a bit and try to draw favor with me for promotion.”
“Your presence lifts the men’s spirits.”
Himchan snorted, arms coming to wrap around Daehyun’s waist, hands resting folded at the pet’s hip. “Hyosung’s presence or Jieun’s presence would lift their spirits more.”
“I can’t very often bring women down to the base,” Yongguk said wryly, “could I? It’d be improper. Hyosung has already visited anyhow, and you’re right-she lifted more spirits than you ever could.”
“I’m sure she lifted more than just their spirits,” Daehyun whispered, breath puffing against Himchan’s neck. The prince bit the insides of his cheeks, a brief moment of attempted restraint, before the laughter burst through and Yongguk looked at Himchan bewildered.
“Daehyun said something funny,” Himchan explained lightly as the laughter faded into a grin.
Yongguk stared. “I’m sure.”
Two days before the prince was due at the base meant that Himchan had to begin preparations to leave the moment after Yongguk left to head back to his own manor for a well-deserved rest. The general was only staying to take care of affairs at home for the two days before he’d escort Himchan to the base himself. Himchan couldn’t have the servants begin packing before he himself had written down lists of everything that he’d need to bring and everything that would need to be kept in order while he was gone.
Daehyun was sprawled on his stomach over the chaise beside Himchan’s writing desk, as the prince rubbed his cheek against the tip of his quill in trying to remember what else he’d have to bring to ensure that he wouldn’t be in any sort of discomfort at a military training camp. He wondered if there was any way to safely transport his iced juices down there without having them sour on the way. At the very least, he had to have some sort of ice during the carriage ride down, otherwise he’d overheat and die and Junhong would be heir.
“What am I going to do for half a week?” Daehyun asked disinterestedly, interrupting Himchan’s sudden visions of Junhong waving a scepter and sitting on the throne.
“What do you mean what are you going to do?” Himchan blinked, scribbling down chilled strawberries and cream.
“What will I do while my master’s away?” The pet placed his arms atop the chaise’s armrest, chin pillowed against the inside of his elbow. Daehyun tilted his head, eyebrows raised as he regarded Himchan.
From where Himchan sat, he could look down at Daehyun’s body spread out along the deep blue suede chaise. The silky, tan skin of the pet’s back-the curve of Daehyun’s ass-the spread of his thighs. Daehyun was fresh from the bath the maids had drawn for him for the night because of how the pet had complained the entire day of needing to cool down. While Daehyun was still naked as he was earlier today, after his bath, he hadn’t bothered putting any jewelry back on.
Himchan reached over and took his pet by the collar, pulling him towards the prince, and Daehyun scrabbled at the edge of the chaise slightly to keep from falling. Daehyun’s damp hair fell over his eyes as he met Himchan gaze for gaze. “You sound terribly happy about that,” Himchan commented casually, as Daehyun’s full lips tugged into something of a smile-something of a smirk-and the prince saw in his pet’s eyes that Daehyun was trying to get fucked right now.
“I’ll miss you,” Daehyun breathed, “Master.”
“Mm,” Himchan let go of the collar, and Daehyun slid back on the chaise, flipping onto his side as Himchan stood up and came to perch on the armrest. Daehyun came up on his knees, arms at his sides and body arched, waiting for Himchan to touch him. The pet’s cock was hardening just beneath Himchan’s gaze. “Who said I was leaving you here?”
Surprise passed across Daehyun’s face, but Himchan couldn’t be sure if that was at the prince’s words or the prince’s hands gripping the pet’s hips and pulling him closer. Himchan slid his hands down to press against Daehyun’s thighs, and then around and up to cup the pet’s ass, fingers grazing Daehyun’s dry entrance. Daehyun’s hands flew onto Himchan’s arms, as a breathy noise escaped the pet’s mouth, tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “I don’t think pets are allowed, Master.”
“I don’t think it’s your place to be concerned,” Himchan retorted, sliding off the armrest and onto the chaise itself, pulling Daehyun into his lap. The pet’s thighs instantly straddled Himchan’s waist, still up on his knees, hips beginning to buck as Himchan wrapped a hand around Daehyun’s cock. “Now come here,” he said, holding Daehyun’s face with both hands, “and kiss your prince.”
Panting and hard, Daehyun’s grin was still easily playful, teeth flashing, as he leaned down with his hands on either side of Himchan’s neck. Himchan’s hands left Daehyun’s face as the pet kissed him, one hand pumping Daehyun’s cock while the other roamed behind the chaise to one of the shelves against the wall, knocking the lid off a pot of oil-one of many placed strategically everywhere in Himchan’s chambers-and coated his fingers liberally. Daehyun’s thigh brushed Himchan’s own hardening cock as the pet shifted back when Himchan tongued him, and Himchan sighed audibly into the kiss.
Himchan didn’t give any warning when he slipped in the first finger, and the prince swallowed Daehyun’s gasp and moan with a last nip at those full lips before he drew away. “Have you ever been to a base?” Himchan asked, as he pumped one finger slowly in and out of the pet. Daehyun’s expression was pure frustration, whines keening from the back of his throat at the pace-and, most likely, because Himchan would normally start with two fingers straight away.
“Are you,” Daehyun gasped, body lurching forward and head tipping back as Himchan added the second finger, hooking them inside the pet, “asking if a soldier’s fucked me before?” The pet’s shaking hands reached down to unlace Himchan’s pants, bringing the prince’s cock out in a rush, only getting two pumps in before Himchan kissed Daehyun hard enough to send the pet whining and reeling backwards, the angle and force pushing Himchan’s fingers deeper into Daehyun.
“Who said you could touch me?” Himchan said into Daehyun’s mouth.
Daehyun whimpered, thighs tensing around Himchan’s waist, hips thrusting back desperately for more friction on Himchan’s fingers. The pet’s hands fell away from Himchan’s cock-well and good because Himchan was already just as hard as Daehyun, any more and Himchan wouldn’t be able to give Daehyun what he wanted. “My lord,” Daehyun whispered, voice cracking, as he bucked forward this time, cock straining against his stomach now.
Himchan pulled his fingers out of Daehyun, bringing his hand to trace up the curve of Daehyun’s ass, smearing the oil leftover on his fingertips against the supple skin of Daehyun’s back. The prince brought that hand back down to part Daehyun’s thighs, other hand pulling the pet forward by the collar. He yanked Daehyun in until Himchan could ghost his mouth along Daehyun’s jaw, up to the shell of the pet’s ear. Daehyun’s breath hitched audibly, panting louder, gasping as the tip of Himchan’s cock touched his entrance.
Regardless of all the trinkets and silks and satins and chiffons and velvets that Himchan showered upon his pet, Daehyun, in Himchan’s humble opinion, was prettiest like this-a little wrecked, a little desperate, infinitely needy, bronze skin shining with perspiration, oil leaking out of his ass and spreading down his thighs, precome beading the tip of his cock as it lay straining and heavy against his stomach, eyes half-lidded, face flushed and warm.
While Daehyun hadn’t directly insulted any more nobility, while he’d seemed to now listen and respect Himchan (while the sex had gotten infinitely better), he still was far from the perfect pet. Daehyun seemed to think that as long as he obeyed, amused, entertained, charmed, enchanted Himchan, he was left free rein to do what he wanted to everyone else. And rather than insulting other aristocrats, Daehyun appeared to believe that it was acceptable to do so to their pets-trained pets, who were far more likely to cry at the merest suggestion of not being enough for their masters.
He’d made at least twelve pets of higher nobility cry at various events in the past month, and every time Himchan sought to punish him, the punishment ended with Daehyun sometimes bruised, occasionally tied up, once with a ring around his cock, another time with a plug inside his ass, but always sated and content by the time everything finished and Himchan was left staring at his sleeping pet trying to think up a real punishment.
The only real improvement in the way of behavior that Daehyun had actively made was to pull back on terrorizing Himchan’s servants. Daehyun still, however, made a good and successful effort to terrorize Yongguk’s servants whenever he came into contact with them.
But whether it was because Daehyun couldn’t find enough energy to be naughty within the past few days with the unbearable heat or whether Daehyun-far less likely-simply decided to be good, there hadn't been any noteworthy incidents, and Himchan knew when to reward his pet just as well as when to punish him.
“You’ve been good lately,” Himchan said, as he squeezed Daehyun’s hips with both hands, silent permission for Daehyun to begin sliding down on Himchan’s cock, “so tonight’s my treat.” He kissed Daehyun once on the lips. “Take what you want, pet.”
Daehyun suddenly kissed back with enough force to steal Himchan’s breath. The pet slid down the rest of the way, wasting no time in doing exactly what Himchan ordered-moving up and down in a rapid pace on Himchan’s cock. But it seemed that Daehyun wanted more than just that, never taking his mouth off of Himchan’s, tongue gliding against the prince’s inside their mouths, kissing and kissing until Himchan had to push Daehyun away in order to catch his breath before the pet was kissing him once again.
Daehyun stilled on Himchan’s cock abruptly between kisses, gazing at Himchan’s flushed face, now also shining with perspiration and warm with color. The pet’s chest rise and fell harshly, lips swollen, hair swept and damp against his cheeks and forehead. His expression was searching and Himchan felt his own face fall into something like confusion. He blinked back, trying to control his own breathing, not close enough to orgasm that he was frustrated by the sudden pause, but near enough that he wished Daehyun would hurry and continue.
“Master,” Daehyun breathed, and for the first time since Himchan had ever met him, the pet sounded nervous. His hand slid from Himchan’s shoulder, down the prince’s chest, fingers lightly touching the edge of Himchan’s shirt. “Could-”
“Yes,” Himchan said immediately, quietly, and didn’t understand why his own voice was suddenly nervous.
The prince lifted Daehyun off, shimmying out of the pet for a moment and a whimper escaped Daehyun’s lips at the loss of being stretched, even for just an instant. Daehyun lay down on his back, head landing on one of the chaise’s throw pillows, thighs still spread, and cock throbbing. His arms were open and reaching, waiting for the prince to return after peeling off his shirt and pants. Daehyun’s arms locked around Himchan’s neck when the prince returned, resettling himself between Daehyun’s legs, cock slipping back easily into the pet.
“You must like me after all,” Daehyun said, breathless and arrogant and Himchan easily brought a keening gasp from that same mouth with a particularly sharp thrust, a bite on Daehyun’s full bottom lip.
“I must?” Himchan echoed, and he couldn’t stop himself from sounding any less out of breath as he rocked into Daehyun steadily, a slower pace-more maddening-than Daehyun’s rapid up and down on Himchan’s cock moments ago. He didn’t say anything further as he let the pet’s palms roam over Himchan’s bare skin, fingertips purposefully grazing over the prince’s nipples on the way down to Himchan’s stomach.
As Himchan’s thrusts grew sloppier and their breaths grew louder, as Daehyun began to toss his head from side to side the way the pet did whenever he neared climax, Daehyun opened unfocused eyes and craned his neck upward to press his lips messily against Himchan’s. “I’m good, right?” Daehyun gasped, throatily and hoarse and needy. “Master-my prince-Master, am I good? I am, aren’t I?”
Himchan took Daehyun’s cock in his hand and gripped just tight enough so that Daehyun could establish his own pace, friction just as the pet wanted and needed as Himchan felt himself nearing. “Perfect,” Himchan said hoarsely, holding himself back from a moan by the skin of his teeth, “You’re perfect-”
Something between a sob and a scream fell past Daehyun’s lips as the pet came with long, hot spurts across both their stomachs, dripping over Himchan’s hand. That had the pet clenching down on Himchan’s cock, bringing the prince to his own climax, pulling out just as he came inside Daehyun so that the white seeped out of the pet and over the insides of his plush thighs.
The thought that formed in Himchan’s mind when his brain came back to him was that sheets could be changed but the chaise could only be reupholstered with much trouble and fuss. And yet, the prince couldn’t bring himself to move from the cramped piece of furniture-not when his pet was so warmly and snugly curled within his arms, against his body. They stayed like that for a few moments, breaths slowing and hearts steadying. Himchan sat up when he felt the come begin to dry against his skin, face scrunching up at the sensation. Daehyun whined, flipping onto his stomach and coming forward just enough to skim his pouting lips over Himchan’s knuckles.
Himchan indulged him for that moment, nudging up with those knuckles to poke at Daehyun’s cheek, and the pet grins playfully, too obviously pleased that his efforts had so sufficiently distracted the prince from his journey preparations. “And what more could you possibly want now?” Himchan asked, and wished his voice would sound more sincerely irritated.
“Thank you, Master,” Daehyun said with a smile too sweet to be a smirk but too teasing to be honest. Himchan didn’t know if he wanted to smack the pet’s face or kiss those pink, swollen lips.
Himchan sighed and reached onto his writing desk, grabbing the roll of paper and quill, and dragging the ink bottle closer towards the chaise. He didn’t quite feel like moving from his current spot, and he didn’t think Daehyun would let him anyway, the way the pet’s head had claimed Himchan’s lap as a pillow. The prince took a book too and balanced it on the armrest as a makeshift writing surface. “If I forget anything,” Himchan said, glancing down at the list and trying to remember where he left off, “it’ll be your fault.”
Daehyun kissed Himchan’s hipbone. “You’re bringing me, Prince,” the pet said, eyes curving, cheeks dimpling, “I’m all you need to remember.”
This time, Himchan did throttle Daehyun by the collar-even as the pet merely laughed in response, a little breathless from the shaking, but impish and teasing all the same.
(and if the prince did kiss the pet afterward, paper and quill tossed to the side and abandoned, no one needed to know)
author: himawarixxsandz
rating: nc-17
pairing(s): himdae
summary: i can only rest when you're in my arms
warning(s): kinkfic, master/slave relationships
a/n: this was the most pointless thing ever this was supposed to be porn au idk why there's plot and /feelings/. i promise i swear i will get to the other pairings eventually gradually probably.
It was raining on the day that Yongguk rode over to Himchan’s manor after having spent a week at one of the bases, overseeing new recruits and new strategies that were being tested. The day was humid and sticky, the entire weeks past filled with thunderstorms of the miserable, mid-summer sort. It was hot enough that Himchan constantly kept a maid beside him with a fan-hot enough that even when it rained as hard as it rained today, Himchan told the servants to keep all the windows open and just place pans beneath them to keep water from dripping in.
It was hot enough that Daehyun had taken to walking around the house naked aside from his collar, and occasionally a silver anklet here, a sapphire bracelet there, gold bangles up and down his arms-because the metal was cooler than cloth, the pet claimed. Himchan had no complaints either way, having just recently bought Daehyun new sets of clothing, because his pet had begun to complain that his old clothes were beginning to tear from the strain of Daehyun’s muscle gain. And while that was true enough, Himchan doubted even the impressive amount of muscle gain in recent weeks would’ve made an honest difference considering how little Daehyun’s clothes covered anyway.
But Himchan had money to spare, and if Daehyun wanted to look nice, then it’d have been pointless to deny him.
Nonetheless, as the general stepped through Himchan’s door in his rain boots, cloak soaked and perspiration mixed with rain beading his skin, he was noticeably less pleased than Himchan was at Daehyun’s state of undress. Himchan, as he watched his maids take Yongguk’s sopping wet cloak and muddy boots, found himself rather confused why Yongguk trying to avoid looking at Daehyun when it was the general who found argument whenever Daehyun was fully-as fully as he ever could be-dressed.
“I thought you hated his clothes,” Himchan commented idly as Yongguk took a seat in the drawing room, settling back as the maids served him iced tea. The prince sat down in an opposite armchair, Daehyun folding himself languidly onto one of the cushions at Himchan’s feet.
“That doesn’t mean he shouldn’t wear any,” Yongguk said, massaging the bridge of his nose.
“He’s wearing a bracelet,” Himchan said, and pointed down to Daehyun’s wrist.
Yongguk looked at the prince evenly over the rim of his glass.
The corners of Daehyun’s mouth twitched.
Lightning flashed outside the window as a maid bustled in with trays of sandwiches and cakes balanced on either arm. She placed them down on the set table, and curtsied her way out of the room. Daehyun’s eyes bore into the food as Yongguk took one of the delicately cut sandwiches and popped it into his mouth between sips of tea. The pet glanced up out of the corner of his eye, gaze meeting Himchan’s. The prince merely looked back, fingers reaching down to part lush lips-a flicker of warm tongue against Himchan’s fingertips before he drew his hand back. “Go on,” Himchan said finally, and nodded towards the food.
The grin Daehyun gave back before turning towards the food was nothing short of playful and nothing less than a painful sort of teasing-all the pain on Himchan’s part, mainly in the increasingly uncomfortable area between his thighs. Yongguk’s expression, as Daehyun nearly stuffed every sandwich on the plate into his mouth in one fell swoop, was something between confused and disgusted.
“He’s gotten a lot better,” Yongguk said, “ever since the Feng incident.”
“Oh,” Himchan snorted, “is that what we’ve titled it now?”
“It’s what Sunhwa titled it when she came calling a few weeks ago and asked for the month’s worth of gossip at court.”
Himchan waved his hand airily. “There’s nothing to gossip about. I’m in the midst of training my new pet-what rumors could you start with that?”
Yongguk looked amused. “Cousin, you dragged him back with you from the coast looking like some common street urchin. Even I concede that he’s attractive now-he’s gained meat and muscle, hasn’t he?”
Himchan glanced down.
Daehyun was regarding Yongguk with a lazy sort of interest, half-lidded and head tilted to one side as his tongue lapped slowly at a puff of frosting on the cake between his fingers. The prince’s pet had gained weight that Daehyun had transformed into hard muscle, wiry and taut beneath Himchan’s palms whenever the prince touched him. “He has,” Himchan shrugged. “He’s taken to necessary sport in the courtyard on occasion.”
“And you’ve had him fitted for clothes now, haven’t you?” Yongguk continued to pepper. “You’ve taken him to a proper pet shop for his hair and skin?”
“General, what actual rumor would ever stem from a prince cleaning up his new pet?” Himchan said, exasperated. His hand absently found the back of Daehyun’s hair, carding through the soft strands thoughtlessly. Daehyun’s cheek rested against Himchan’s thigh then as the pet finished eating.
“Perhaps not actual rumors,” Yongguk said, “but people have been paying more attention to him-wondering about his breeding background, his character, if he can read and write, if you’re having him taught, who his trainer was, what other talents he might have. Many wish you’d bring him to court for a spin. You only bring him out, but never to parties.”
“There haven’t been any parties worth going to as of late,” Himchan sighed, because it was a fact that upset him as well as any subject of his who wanted to lay eyes on the prince’s pet. The shortage of good parties was most likely attributed to the horrible weather as well as the laziness brought on by the intense summer heat. Himchan stopped stroking Daehyun’s hair as the pet stood from the cushion, climbing on to perch on the chair’s armrest, bare feet hanging off the other side, thighs laid across Himchan’s lap.
Yongguk coughed.
In this position, Daehyun’s face hovered above Himchan’s own, hands on Himchan’s shoulders. The expression on Daehyun’s face was filled with humor, highly amused and at what Himchan had no idea. The pet’s lips were stretched into a broad grin, white teeth between full pink lips as Himchan cupped the back of Daehyun’s head and brought him down for a kiss. There was sugar and frosting lingering on Daehyun’s tongue and Himchan tasted it in his own mouth as he kissed his pet slow and deep.
“Cousin,” Yongguk said dryly, clearing his throat again. “I’d walk away if I could, but I have actual business for you-this wasn’t just a calling day, as you know.”
Himchan threw his head back and groaned, huffing as Daehyun snickered silently and turned to rest his cheek against Himchan’s shoulder, curling into the prince’s body. “I know,” Himchan said reluctantly. “I’m due to visit the men soon, aren’t I?”
“You’re due in two days,” Yongguk said. “And your father wants you down there for half a week at the least.”
Himchan drummed fingertips up and down the smooth expanse of bronze skin on Daehyun’s back, tracing the ridges of the pet’s shoulder blades. “Half a week at the least means half a week at the most,” Himchan snorted. “I’m not staying there a moment longer than I have to. I never actually do anything there anyway. Your officers just ogle me for a bit and try to draw favor with me for promotion.”
“Your presence lifts the men’s spirits.”
Himchan snorted, arms coming to wrap around Daehyun’s waist, hands resting folded at the pet’s hip. “Hyosung’s presence or Jieun’s presence would lift their spirits more.”
“I can’t very often bring women down to the base,” Yongguk said wryly, “could I? It’d be improper. Hyosung has already visited anyhow, and you’re right-she lifted more spirits than you ever could.”
“I’m sure she lifted more than just their spirits,” Daehyun whispered, breath puffing against Himchan’s neck. The prince bit the insides of his cheeks, a brief moment of attempted restraint, before the laughter burst through and Yongguk looked at Himchan bewildered.
“Daehyun said something funny,” Himchan explained lightly as the laughter faded into a grin.
Yongguk stared. “I’m sure.”
Two days before the prince was due at the base meant that Himchan had to begin preparations to leave the moment after Yongguk left to head back to his own manor for a well-deserved rest. The general was only staying to take care of affairs at home for the two days before he’d escort Himchan to the base himself. Himchan couldn’t have the servants begin packing before he himself had written down lists of everything that he’d need to bring and everything that would need to be kept in order while he was gone.
Daehyun was sprawled on his stomach over the chaise beside Himchan’s writing desk, as the prince rubbed his cheek against the tip of his quill in trying to remember what else he’d have to bring to ensure that he wouldn’t be in any sort of discomfort at a military training camp. He wondered if there was any way to safely transport his iced juices down there without having them sour on the way. At the very least, he had to have some sort of ice during the carriage ride down, otherwise he’d overheat and die and Junhong would be heir.
“What am I going to do for half a week?” Daehyun asked disinterestedly, interrupting Himchan’s sudden visions of Junhong waving a scepter and sitting on the throne.
“What do you mean what are you going to do?” Himchan blinked, scribbling down chilled strawberries and cream.
“What will I do while my master’s away?” The pet placed his arms atop the chaise’s armrest, chin pillowed against the inside of his elbow. Daehyun tilted his head, eyebrows raised as he regarded Himchan.
From where Himchan sat, he could look down at Daehyun’s body spread out along the deep blue suede chaise. The silky, tan skin of the pet’s back-the curve of Daehyun’s ass-the spread of his thighs. Daehyun was fresh from the bath the maids had drawn for him for the night because of how the pet had complained the entire day of needing to cool down. While Daehyun was still naked as he was earlier today, after his bath, he hadn’t bothered putting any jewelry back on.
Himchan reached over and took his pet by the collar, pulling him towards the prince, and Daehyun scrabbled at the edge of the chaise slightly to keep from falling. Daehyun’s damp hair fell over his eyes as he met Himchan gaze for gaze. “You sound terribly happy about that,” Himchan commented casually, as Daehyun’s full lips tugged into something of a smile-something of a smirk-and the prince saw in his pet’s eyes that Daehyun was trying to get fucked right now.
“I’ll miss you,” Daehyun breathed, “Master.”
“Mm,” Himchan let go of the collar, and Daehyun slid back on the chaise, flipping onto his side as Himchan stood up and came to perch on the armrest. Daehyun came up on his knees, arms at his sides and body arched, waiting for Himchan to touch him. The pet’s cock was hardening just beneath Himchan’s gaze. “Who said I was leaving you here?”
Surprise passed across Daehyun’s face, but Himchan couldn’t be sure if that was at the prince’s words or the prince’s hands gripping the pet’s hips and pulling him closer. Himchan slid his hands down to press against Daehyun’s thighs, and then around and up to cup the pet’s ass, fingers grazing Daehyun’s dry entrance. Daehyun’s hands flew onto Himchan’s arms, as a breathy noise escaped the pet’s mouth, tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “I don’t think pets are allowed, Master.”
“I don’t think it’s your place to be concerned,” Himchan retorted, sliding off the armrest and onto the chaise itself, pulling Daehyun into his lap. The pet’s thighs instantly straddled Himchan’s waist, still up on his knees, hips beginning to buck as Himchan wrapped a hand around Daehyun’s cock. “Now come here,” he said, holding Daehyun’s face with both hands, “and kiss your prince.”
Panting and hard, Daehyun’s grin was still easily playful, teeth flashing, as he leaned down with his hands on either side of Himchan’s neck. Himchan’s hands left Daehyun’s face as the pet kissed him, one hand pumping Daehyun’s cock while the other roamed behind the chaise to one of the shelves against the wall, knocking the lid off a pot of oil-one of many placed strategically everywhere in Himchan’s chambers-and coated his fingers liberally. Daehyun’s thigh brushed Himchan’s own hardening cock as the pet shifted back when Himchan tongued him, and Himchan sighed audibly into the kiss.
Himchan didn’t give any warning when he slipped in the first finger, and the prince swallowed Daehyun’s gasp and moan with a last nip at those full lips before he drew away. “Have you ever been to a base?” Himchan asked, as he pumped one finger slowly in and out of the pet. Daehyun’s expression was pure frustration, whines keening from the back of his throat at the pace-and, most likely, because Himchan would normally start with two fingers straight away.
“Are you,” Daehyun gasped, body lurching forward and head tipping back as Himchan added the second finger, hooking them inside the pet, “asking if a soldier’s fucked me before?” The pet’s shaking hands reached down to unlace Himchan’s pants, bringing the prince’s cock out in a rush, only getting two pumps in before Himchan kissed Daehyun hard enough to send the pet whining and reeling backwards, the angle and force pushing Himchan’s fingers deeper into Daehyun.
“Who said you could touch me?” Himchan said into Daehyun’s mouth.
Daehyun whimpered, thighs tensing around Himchan’s waist, hips thrusting back desperately for more friction on Himchan’s fingers. The pet’s hands fell away from Himchan’s cock-well and good because Himchan was already just as hard as Daehyun, any more and Himchan wouldn’t be able to give Daehyun what he wanted. “My lord,” Daehyun whispered, voice cracking, as he bucked forward this time, cock straining against his stomach now.
Himchan pulled his fingers out of Daehyun, bringing his hand to trace up the curve of Daehyun’s ass, smearing the oil leftover on his fingertips against the supple skin of Daehyun’s back. The prince brought that hand back down to part Daehyun’s thighs, other hand pulling the pet forward by the collar. He yanked Daehyun in until Himchan could ghost his mouth along Daehyun’s jaw, up to the shell of the pet’s ear. Daehyun’s breath hitched audibly, panting louder, gasping as the tip of Himchan’s cock touched his entrance.
Regardless of all the trinkets and silks and satins and chiffons and velvets that Himchan showered upon his pet, Daehyun, in Himchan’s humble opinion, was prettiest like this-a little wrecked, a little desperate, infinitely needy, bronze skin shining with perspiration, oil leaking out of his ass and spreading down his thighs, precome beading the tip of his cock as it lay straining and heavy against his stomach, eyes half-lidded, face flushed and warm.
While Daehyun hadn’t directly insulted any more nobility, while he’d seemed to now listen and respect Himchan (while the sex had gotten infinitely better), he still was far from the perfect pet. Daehyun seemed to think that as long as he obeyed, amused, entertained, charmed, enchanted Himchan, he was left free rein to do what he wanted to everyone else. And rather than insulting other aristocrats, Daehyun appeared to believe that it was acceptable to do so to their pets-trained pets, who were far more likely to cry at the merest suggestion of not being enough for their masters.
He’d made at least twelve pets of higher nobility cry at various events in the past month, and every time Himchan sought to punish him, the punishment ended with Daehyun sometimes bruised, occasionally tied up, once with a ring around his cock, another time with a plug inside his ass, but always sated and content by the time everything finished and Himchan was left staring at his sleeping pet trying to think up a real punishment.
The only real improvement in the way of behavior that Daehyun had actively made was to pull back on terrorizing Himchan’s servants. Daehyun still, however, made a good and successful effort to terrorize Yongguk’s servants whenever he came into contact with them.
But whether it was because Daehyun couldn’t find enough energy to be naughty within the past few days with the unbearable heat or whether Daehyun-far less likely-simply decided to be good, there hadn't been any noteworthy incidents, and Himchan knew when to reward his pet just as well as when to punish him.
“You’ve been good lately,” Himchan said, as he squeezed Daehyun’s hips with both hands, silent permission for Daehyun to begin sliding down on Himchan’s cock, “so tonight’s my treat.” He kissed Daehyun once on the lips. “Take what you want, pet.”
Daehyun suddenly kissed back with enough force to steal Himchan’s breath. The pet slid down the rest of the way, wasting no time in doing exactly what Himchan ordered-moving up and down in a rapid pace on Himchan’s cock. But it seemed that Daehyun wanted more than just that, never taking his mouth off of Himchan’s, tongue gliding against the prince’s inside their mouths, kissing and kissing until Himchan had to push Daehyun away in order to catch his breath before the pet was kissing him once again.
Daehyun stilled on Himchan’s cock abruptly between kisses, gazing at Himchan’s flushed face, now also shining with perspiration and warm with color. The pet’s chest rise and fell harshly, lips swollen, hair swept and damp against his cheeks and forehead. His expression was searching and Himchan felt his own face fall into something like confusion. He blinked back, trying to control his own breathing, not close enough to orgasm that he was frustrated by the sudden pause, but near enough that he wished Daehyun would hurry and continue.
“Master,” Daehyun breathed, and for the first time since Himchan had ever met him, the pet sounded nervous. His hand slid from Himchan’s shoulder, down the prince’s chest, fingers lightly touching the edge of Himchan’s shirt. “Could-”
“Yes,” Himchan said immediately, quietly, and didn’t understand why his own voice was suddenly nervous.
The prince lifted Daehyun off, shimmying out of the pet for a moment and a whimper escaped Daehyun’s lips at the loss of being stretched, even for just an instant. Daehyun lay down on his back, head landing on one of the chaise’s throw pillows, thighs still spread, and cock throbbing. His arms were open and reaching, waiting for the prince to return after peeling off his shirt and pants. Daehyun’s arms locked around Himchan’s neck when the prince returned, resettling himself between Daehyun’s legs, cock slipping back easily into the pet.
“You must like me after all,” Daehyun said, breathless and arrogant and Himchan easily brought a keening gasp from that same mouth with a particularly sharp thrust, a bite on Daehyun’s full bottom lip.
“I must?” Himchan echoed, and he couldn’t stop himself from sounding any less out of breath as he rocked into Daehyun steadily, a slower pace-more maddening-than Daehyun’s rapid up and down on Himchan’s cock moments ago. He didn’t say anything further as he let the pet’s palms roam over Himchan’s bare skin, fingertips purposefully grazing over the prince’s nipples on the way down to Himchan’s stomach.
As Himchan’s thrusts grew sloppier and their breaths grew louder, as Daehyun began to toss his head from side to side the way the pet did whenever he neared climax, Daehyun opened unfocused eyes and craned his neck upward to press his lips messily against Himchan’s. “I’m good, right?” Daehyun gasped, throatily and hoarse and needy. “Master-my prince-Master, am I good? I am, aren’t I?”
Himchan took Daehyun’s cock in his hand and gripped just tight enough so that Daehyun could establish his own pace, friction just as the pet wanted and needed as Himchan felt himself nearing. “Perfect,” Himchan said hoarsely, holding himself back from a moan by the skin of his teeth, “You’re perfect-”
Something between a sob and a scream fell past Daehyun’s lips as the pet came with long, hot spurts across both their stomachs, dripping over Himchan’s hand. That had the pet clenching down on Himchan’s cock, bringing the prince to his own climax, pulling out just as he came inside Daehyun so that the white seeped out of the pet and over the insides of his plush thighs.
The thought that formed in Himchan’s mind when his brain came back to him was that sheets could be changed but the chaise could only be reupholstered with much trouble and fuss. And yet, the prince couldn’t bring himself to move from the cramped piece of furniture-not when his pet was so warmly and snugly curled within his arms, against his body. They stayed like that for a few moments, breaths slowing and hearts steadying. Himchan sat up when he felt the come begin to dry against his skin, face scrunching up at the sensation. Daehyun whined, flipping onto his stomach and coming forward just enough to skim his pouting lips over Himchan’s knuckles.
Himchan indulged him for that moment, nudging up with those knuckles to poke at Daehyun’s cheek, and the pet grins playfully, too obviously pleased that his efforts had so sufficiently distracted the prince from his journey preparations. “And what more could you possibly want now?” Himchan asked, and wished his voice would sound more sincerely irritated.
“Thank you, Master,” Daehyun said with a smile too sweet to be a smirk but too teasing to be honest. Himchan didn’t know if he wanted to smack the pet’s face or kiss those pink, swollen lips.
Himchan sighed and reached onto his writing desk, grabbing the roll of paper and quill, and dragging the ink bottle closer towards the chaise. He didn’t quite feel like moving from his current spot, and he didn’t think Daehyun would let him anyway, the way the pet’s head had claimed Himchan’s lap as a pillow. The prince took a book too and balanced it on the armrest as a makeshift writing surface. “If I forget anything,” Himchan said, glancing down at the list and trying to remember where he left off, “it’ll be your fault.”
Daehyun kissed Himchan’s hipbone. “You’re bringing me, Prince,” the pet said, eyes curving, cheeks dimpling, “I’m all you need to remember.”
This time, Himchan did throttle Daehyun by the collar-even as the pet merely laughed in response, a little breathless from the shaking, but impish and teasing all the same.
(and if the prince did kiss the pet afterward, paper and quill tossed to the side and abandoned, no one needed to know)