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The throne room had always been a place of power, a symbol of the kingdom’s strength and unyielding authority. But now, under Hanbin’s rule, it felt more like a weight, a constant reminder of the loss that had brought him here. At twenty, Hanbin was the youngest monarch in the kingdom’s history. He sat on the cold stone throne with his head high and shoulders squared, but the boyish softness in his features betrayed his age. The crown atop his head felt heavier than it looked.

His parents had ruled fiercely, their iron grip ensuring stability at the cost of freedom. They were loved by some, feared by many, and respected by all. When they were killed in a sudden coup two years ago, chaos rippled through the kingdom. In the aftermath, it fell to Hanbin to rebuild what had been broken.

He had made a promise then, standing before the smoldering ruins of the royal palace where his parents had drawn their last breaths. He had sworn to unite the fractured kingdom, to end the petty feuds between lords and villages, and to prove that his rule would be one of justice, not tyranny. Yet, the road ahead was anything but easy. His father’s shadow loomed large, and many whispered that Hanbin lacked the strength to command the loyalty of his people.

But Hanbin’s resolve was as unyielding as the stone walls of the castle. He had spent the last two years working tirelessly to bring peace to the kingdom. He rode to villages ignored by his predecessors, listened to the grievances of commoners, and sought alliances instead of crushing dissent. He knew his vision was met with skepticism; he knew his softer approach was seen as weakness. Yet he pressed on, determined to prove that unity was possible without ruling through fear.

Today, his path took him beyond the palace walls once more. The trading town of Jangseong, known for its bustling markets and hardened people, was next. Winning their trust would be critical. Hanbin knew that if he could sway even the most doubtful hearts, his dream of a united kingdom might become a reality.

“Your Highness,” Jiwoong, his knight and closest confidant, called from the doorway of the throne room. “The horses are ready.”

Hanbin stood, his gaze lingering for a moment on the banners hanging from the ceiling, symbols of the kingdom he was fighting so hard to protect. “Let’s go,” he said firmly, his voice carrying a quiet strength that belied the storm of uncertainty within him.

The wind carried the smell of dust and trade as Hanbin pulled his cloak tighter around his shoulders. The sound of hooves on packed dirt was a steady rhythm beneath him, his horse trotting obediently beside Jiwoong’s. Ahead, the silhouette of the trading town loomed, its high stone walls a fortress against the chaos within.

Jiwoong rode close by, his eyes scanning the road for any signs of trouble. The man’s armor gleamed faintly under the muted sun, and his hand rested lightly on the hilt of his sword, always ready.

“You know the risks, don’t you?” Jiwoong asked, his tone low. His gaze flicked to Hanbin, sharp and assessing. “There are hostiles here. Try not to bring attention to yourself.”

Hanbin’s jaw tightened, the familiar sting of doubt prickling at him. He straightened in his saddle, his face set with determination. “I’m not a child, Jiwoong,” he replied, his voice firm but not without an edge of exasperation. “I can handle this.”

Jiwoong didn’t argue, but his silence was louder than any words. He simply gave a small nod and turned his focus back to the road.

The gates of the trading town were open, but guarded. The moment they passed through, Hanbin was struck by the cacophony of voices shouting over one another, each merchant eager to sell their wares. Stalls lined the narrow streets, crowded with goods from all corners of the kingdom—bolts of bright fabric, crates of fruit, gleaming weapons, and jewellery that sparkled in the midday light.

Hanbin couldn’t help but feel a pang of unease as they rode further into the town. The people here knew him—or at least, they knew of him. His father had ruled with an iron fist, his word law, his punishments swift. But Hanbin… Hanbin was different, and the whispers had followed him ever since he’d ascended the throne. Too soft. Too young. Too weak.

As they passed, villagers paused their work to bow respectfully, murmuring greetings. Some were genuine, their gazes warm with cautious hope. Others… not so much. Their eyes lingered on him, unspoken challenges written across their faces.

“Your Highness, welcome to Jangseong,” one merchant called, stepping forward from her stall of intricate pottery. She bowed deeply, but her smile was thin, more obligation than warmth. “Might I interest you in the finest craftsmanship in the kingdom?”

“Thank you,” Hanbin replied, his tone gracious but firm as he inclined his head. “Your work is beautiful, but not today.”

As he moved past, the woman returned to her stall, muttering something under her breath that he couldn’t quite catch. Jiwoong, riding close, seemed to catch it and gave a warning glance over his shoulder. The merchant quickly busied herself rearranging her wares.

“Keep your wits about you,” Jiwoong muttered under his breath. “These people respect power, not kindness.”

Hanbin didn’t respond immediately, his eyes scanning the crowd. It wasn’t the first time Jiwoong had reminded him of this, and it wouldn’t be the last. He knew the risks of his approach—of ruling with compassion rather than fear—but he wasn’t his father, and he wouldn’t become him.

As they pressed further into the bustling village, Hanbin’s presence drew more attention. Some shouted offers for goods, others simply watched him pass, their expressions unreadable. The tension hung in the air like a storm waiting to break.

“I need them to see me for who I am,” Hanbin said quietly, mostly to himself. Jiwoong, ever watchful, glanced at him but said nothing. He knew better than to question Hanbin’s resolve, not when it burned so brightly in his eyes.

The market’s energy seemed to carry Hanbin and Jiwoong forward, the clamor of voices and the blur of movement filling the narrow streets. Merchants called out, children darted between the crowd, and the air buzzed with life. 

For a moment, Jiwoong allowed himself to relax, pleased that their visit had been smooth so far. Hanbin had handled the people with grace, declining offers without causing offense, his polite demeanor softening even the most skeptical expressions.

But as they rounded a corner near a large red building, the mood shifted. Jiwoong’s hand instinctively rested on his sword as he caught sight of a commotion ahead. A burly man stood outside the building, dragging another figure behind him by a chain. The one bound was tall and slim, his bare legs scraping against the dirt as he struggled to free himself. His oversized shirt hung off his shoulders, and despite his resistance, the strength of his captor kept him tethered.

Hanbin froze, his eyes narrowing.

“Seja,” Jiwoong warned, stepping closer. “Let it go. This isn’t—”

But Hanbin was already moving, his voice cutting through the noise. “Hey! What are you doing?”

The large man turned slowly, his lips curling into a smirk. “Ah, Crowned Prince Sung Hanbin. What brings you to this slum?”

“Enough,” Hanbin said sharply, his tone brooking no argument. “What are you doing?”

The man shrugged, his grip tightening on the chain. “This pretty thing,” he said, glancing down at the boy who struggled beneath him, “don’t worry, he knows his place.”

Hanbin’s eyes flicked to the chained boy, who had paused his struggling long enough to glance up. For a heartbeat, their eyes met, and Hanbin felt his breath catch. The boy’s delicate features were striking, his beauty so otherworldly it made Hanbin falter. Then the boy’s gaze dropped again, his expression carefully blank.

“Release him,” Hanbin ordered, his voice low and commanding.

Jiwoong stepped forward, his face tight with unease. “Seja—”

The man let out a scoff before leaning closer to his prisoner, gripping the boy’s chin and forcing him to look at Hanbin. “So… pretty faces are the Prince’s weakness?” he sneered. His other hand moved lower, dragging the boy’s legs apart in a lewd display meant to humiliate.

The boy’s expression remained unchanged even as the man kept his legs spread for Hanbin to see everything. 

“E-enough!” Hanbin snapped, his voice breaking with a mixture of outrage and something he couldn’t quite place. He clenched his fists as he stared at the captor. “Release him! Now!”

The man scoffed. “And lose my money? Not a chance.”

“I’ll pay,” Hanbin said immediately, ignoring Jiwoong’s sharp intake of breath.

“Seja,” Jiwoong warned, his tone edged with disbelief.

“Prince Hanbin,” the man drawled, his grin widening. “I didn’t take you as the type to keep such company.”

“You treat people like filth,” Hanbin said coldly. “It’s disgraceful. Jiwoong-hyung, help him to his feet.”

Jiwoong hesitated, his hand tightening on his sword. But when Hanbin threw a satchel of coins at the man’s feet, Jiwoong reluctantly moved to obey. The man’s smirk grew as he pocketed the gold. “People?” he said mockingly. “Oh…”

Hanbin ignored him, stepping forward and kneeling beside the boy. He still hadn’t raised his head, just looking at the floor. Hanbin hesitated for a moment before reaching carefully for the clasp of the chain around his neck. 

“It’s okay,” Hanbin murmured. “You’re safe now.” He reassured, smiling at the boy as he lifted his head, his pretty eyes meeting Hanbin’s.

“Wait! Don’t! He’s—“ the captor’s voice bellowed warningly. 

As soon as the chain fell free, the boy moved like lightning. In an instant, he was on his captor, his delicate hands turning vicious as he seized the man’s throat and tore it open with inhuman strength. Blood sprayed, the man’s gurgled screams choking off almost instantly.

The marketplace fell silent.

Jiwoong and the other knights drew their swords in alarm, pointing them at the boy, who stood amidst the carnage. He turned slowly, his expression shifting to something almost playful. His lips curved into a smirk as he lifted his bloodied hand to his mouth, licking it clean with a languid grace that sent a chill down Hanbin’s spine.

“Stand back!” Jiwoong barked, his blade raised.

But the boy ignored him, stepping closer to Hanbin, who was frozen in place. His eyes locked on the Prince’s, and his bloodied hand reached out, cupping Hanbin’s face with a tenderness that felt utterly wrong given the scene before them.

“Thank you for setting me free,” the boy murmured, his voice soft but laced with something dangerous. He leaned in, his face inches from Hanbin’s. “I’m forever indebted to you, my Prince.”

Hanbin swallowed hard, his heart hammering in his chest. “You… you’re a…”

“A Soul Eater,” the boy finished for him, his smirk widening. “Zhang Hao. At your service.”

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Since the day Hanbin had freed Zhang Hao, the Prince’s reputation had transformed. Whispers of the Soul Eater who protected him spread like wildfire, weaving tales of terror and awe. No one dared cross Hanbin now, not the village leaders, not the lords. Even those who had once called him soft now hesitated to speak ill of him, fearful of what Zhang Hao might do if provoked.

At first, Zhang Hao’s presence had been sporadic. He would appear and disappear without explanation, his movements as mysterious as his origins. But whenever Hanbin seemed to need him most, whether during a tense negotiation or a sudden moment of danger, Zhang Hao would return, always watching, always waiting. 

Hanbin told himself it was a coincidence, but deep down, he knew Zhang Hao could sense his distress.

It was late one evening, during a heated meeting in the throne room, that everything changed. Hanbin sat at the head of a long table, flanked by Jiwoong and several knights. The head villagers from across the kingdom were gathered before him, their faces tense and voices raised.

“We’ve been patient, Seja,” one man growled, his weathered face twisted with frustration. “But the peace treaties do nothing for us. Our people are starving while those in neighboring kingdoms thrive.”

Hanbin kept his tone steady, though the weight of their accusations stung. “The treaties are in place to prevent unnecessary bloodshed. If we attack unprovoked, we’ll only bring war to our borders.”

“War may be what we need!” another shouted, slamming his fist on the table. The sound echoed through the room, making Hanbin flinch. Jiwoong’s hand moved to his sword, ready to act, but before he could speak, the room went deathly silent.

A figure had appeared behind Hanbin, so quiet that no one had noticed his approach. Zhang Hao stood there, his dark eyes scanning the room with an unsettling calm. He wore all black—a tight shirt that stopped just above his navel, exposing a sliver of smooth skin, and shorts that were just long enough to be deemed decent. His long legs were always on full display. His dark hair caught the flickering torchlight as it fell into his sultry eyes, his pretty pouty lips were pink and glossy. His presence drew every gaze in the room.

He leaned casually over the table beside Hanbin, propping himself on one arm and tilting his head to look at the Prince. His gaze was soft yet piercing, like he was peering into Hanbin’s soul. “Is there a problem, My Prince?” he asked, his voice low and lilting, a dangerous edge beneath its sweetness.

The men around the table shrank back, their earlier bravado evaporating. One man gasped audibly. “The rumors… are true?”

Zhang Hao’s lips curved into a playful smirk as he shifted to sit on the table beside Hanbin, crossing his legs with casual grace. His gaze never left the Prince, his expression both amused and hungry. The room felt impossibly still, the tension suffocating.

Hanbin swallowed hard, forcing himself to focus. He could feel the heat of Zhang Hao’s presence beside him, his bare legs brushing against his sleeve. “My position remains unchanged,” Hanbin said firmly, though his voice wavered slightly. “We will not attack other kingdoms unprovoked. The treaties will hold.”

The villagers exchanged uneasy glances, clearly unwilling to argue further. As Zhang Hao turned his gaze to them, one by one, they quickly nodded their agreement. “Y-yes, Seja,” the first man stammered, standing and bowing deeply. “We trust your judgment.”

Hanbin watched silently as the men filed out of the room, their fear palpable. When the door finally closed, he exhaled slowly, his composure unraveling.

Zhang Hao, still perched on the table, studied him with an intensity that made Hanbin’s skin prickle. “You did well,” Zhang Hao said softly, though his smirk never faltered.

Hanbin shifted uncomfortably in his chair, avoiding the Soul Eater’s gaze. “I’m retiring for the night,” he announced, his voice strained. He gestured to Jiwoong and the other knights. “You’re dismissed.”

As Hanbin rose and left the throne room, he couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes following him. His steps quickened as he moved through the castle’s dimly lit corridors, his heart pounding. When he turned a corner and glanced back, his breath caught. Zhang Hao was following him, his stride leisurely but purposeful.

Hanbin reached his chambers and slammed the door shut, pressing his hands against it. His chest heaved as he tried to steady his breathing, but when he turned, his blood ran cold.

Zhang Hao was already there, lying casually on his bed, his chin resting on one hand as he watched Hanbin with dark, unreadable eyes.

“Y-you—how—” Hanbin stammered, his voice cracking.

“You’re welcome,” Zhang Hao said smoothly, cutting him off. He stood and stretched, his lithe frame accentuated by the movement. The hem of his shirt rode up, revealing his impossibly tiny waist and smooth, pale skin.

Hanbin flushed, his throat dry. “Th-thank you… for helping in the throne room.”

Zhang Hao scoffed, stepping closer. “Why don’t you use me?” he asked, his voice dripping with dangerous curiosity.

Hanbin blinked, his eyes wide. “W-what?!”

“I can take care of them,” Zhang Hao continued, his tone almost teasing. “Anyone who dares challenge you. Just give the order.”

“No!” Hanbin said quickly, shaking his head. “I don’t want to be that kind of leader.”

Zhang Hao sighed, tilting his head. “Pity.” He stepped even closer, his gaze never leaving Hanbin’s. “Let me take care of you, then. My Prince.”

Hanbin’s breath hitched as Zhang Hao’s eyes burned into him, hungry and unrelenting. The Prince tried to look away, but his gaze was drawn back, helpless against Zhang Hao’s beauty.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” Zhang Hao asked, his voice a soft whisper.

Hanbin’s lips parted in shock, he knew the tension was there, it always had been between them. He nodded, unable to form words. He had never touched another person this way before, had never allowed himself to indulge.

Zhang Hao leaned in, his movements deliberate and slow, giving Hanbin time to pull away. When their lips finally met, it was as if the air between them ignited. Zhang Hao kissed him with a passion that made Hanbin’s knees weak, his control slipping entirely.

A soft moan escaped Hanbin’s lips, and Zhang Hao smirked against his mouth, pulling him closer. In one fluid motion, Zhang Hao guided Hanbin back onto the bed, his lithe frame hovering above the Prince.

Hanbin’s heart raced, his thoughts spinning. He had no idea what he had just unleashed—but he knew there was no going back.

“Are you desperate? Seja?” Zhang Hao whispered as he leaned down, teasingly rubbing back against Hanbin’s growing erection, smirking at the whine it elicited from the Prince's mouth. 

“H-Hanbin, call me Hanbin,” he responded. 

Zhang Hao smirked, he leaned in and kissed Hanbin again, feeling the way the Prince fell apart beneath him. 

Hanbin didn’t know what to do with his hands, his body was reacting embarrassingly fast to all of Zhang Hao’s movements. His eyes remained opened as he contemplated what they were doing, before he closed them again. He deserved this. He deserved to indulge himself in something so beautiful.

Hanbin leaned into the kiss , placing his hands on Zhang Hao’s hips.

Zhang Hao pulled away from the kiss and looked at Hanbin, scanning for any sign of discomfort but he was met with a look he’d never seen from the Prince before, hunger .

Hanbin was overwhelmed, he chased Zhang Hao’s lips, leaning up to kiss him again, squeezing his fingers on the Soul Eater’s hips as their lips met again. 

Their lips moved in unison, exploring each-other, Zhang Hao was able to take control, surprising Hanbin by biting his lower lip and moving to his neck, earning a groan from the Prince.

Hanbin ran his fingers through Zhang Hao’s hair as he kissed and sucked on his neck. Zhang Hao moved to Hanbin’s ear and bit it before whispering, “You can take me, if you want me.”

Hanbin whimpered, he wanted it so badly, he nodded his head enthusiastically. 

Zhang Hao smirked down at him and ground his hips back against Hanbin’s hard clothed cock. “You feel so good already,” Zhang Hao growled. 

Hanbin moaned as Zhang Hao leaned down again, his teeth grazing across Hanbin’s skin making him shiver with anticipation. Zhang Hao sucked and bit into Hanbin’s neck, unbothered if it left marks that the Prince would have to try and explain. 

Zhang Hao’s patience was running out, he reached for Hanbin’s clothes and began to tear them away from his body.

Hanbin whimpered as he was suddenly naked, he could feel Zhang Hao’s lips on his stomach, trailing to his chest where he teasingly licked over a nipple. Hanbin’s back arched into the feeling, he wanted more, so much more. “Zhang Hao…” 

The Soul Eater pulled back and kissed Hanbin’s flushed cheek. “Just Hao is fine,” he responded. 

Hanbin blinked at him and nodded. “Hao…” he whispered. “I want to see you,” he added. 

“Anything,” Zhang Hao answered, he shuffled softly and Hanbin watched in awe as Zhang Hao’s clothes suddenly disappeared. The Soul Eater was even more beautiful, if that were possible. His soft skin was on full display now, his pretty abs, his strong thighs and his smooth cock, standing at attention. 

Hanbin groaned, Zhang Hao wanted this just as much as he did.  

Zhang Hao carefully reached across Hanbin and towards the side table before he pulled out some oil, he carefully poured it over his long fingers before bringing it to Hanbin’s cock. He started stroking Hanbin slowly as he went back to licking and biting at his abdomen. 

Hanbin moaned fully now, the strokes paired with the teasing was making his head spin. He’d never had another persons hand on him before and for it to be someone as beautiful as Zhang Hao, Hanbin choked on his own tongue. 

Zhang Hao continued stroking him, his dark eyes watching Hanbin’s flushed face. His other hand moved behind himself, Hanbin’s eyes focused as he watched Zhang Hao’s hand moving behind himself, Zhang Hao was fingering himself, getting ready to take Hanbin. 

Hanbin gasped, pre-cum dripping from his tip as Zhang Hao fingered himself above him. 

Zhang Hao smirked down at him, he pulled his now wet hand away from Hanbin’s leaking cock, bringing it to his mouth and licking the come from his fingers. He didn’t return his hand to Hanbin’s cock. 

“H-Hao…” Hanbin groaned, he wanted to close his eyes and try to calm down but he couldn’t look away. 

“I want to sit on your face so bad,” Zhang Hao responded sultry. 

Hanbin whined, he wanted nothing more than to have Zhang Hao do whatever he wanted to him, “p-please, yes, Hao…please.” He didn’t know what he was begging for but he needed something. 

Zhang Hao’s eyes rolled back suddenly and his hips dropped, back arching prettily. “F-fuck,” he growled. 

Hanbin could see pre-cum falling from Zhang Hao’s own cock and wanted to taste it, he sat up carefully but Zhang Hao’s hand on his chest held him in place. 

“No,” he ordered. “I need your fat cock inside me. Now.” 

Hanbin whimpered and nodded his head profusely, “anything! Please, I need you! Zhang Hao!”

Zhang Hao smirked playfully down at Hanbin, his free hand ran across Hanbin’s strong chest; feeling the heavy muscles there, before he moved it towards Hanbin’s mouth. Clamping his hand over it and forcing Hanbin’s head back against the pillow. 

“So loud, baobei,” Zhang Hao scolded playfully, his voice just above a whisper. 

Hanbin could only watch as Zhang Hao pleasured himself with his own fingers. Zhang Hao’s body arched against him, sweat was forming on his brow and all Hanbin could do was lay there and watch, his moans muffled behind Zhang Hao’s hand. 

After what felt like hours, Zhang Hao pulled his hand away from himself and from Hanbin’s mouth. He leaned down and kissed Hanbin with passion, running his tongue across his lips. 

Hanbin’s hands found Zhang Hao’s tiny waist, he rubbed circles on his hot skin, he needed more.  

Zhang Hao broke their kiss, resting his head on Hanbin’s forehead, their hot air intermingling as they tried to catch their breath. 

“Hanbin-ah…” Zhang Hao breathed softly. 

Hanbin groaned. “Please…”

Almost like he could read Hanbin’s mind, Zhang Hao quickly moved down Hanbin’s body again, wrapping his hand around Hanbin’s heavy cock and bringing the head to his mouth. 

A deep groan formed in the back of his throat when Zhang Hao licked across the slit. Zhang Hao didn’t bother to swallow any excess saliva, he was going to need every drop. He took Hanbin as far into his mouth as he could, hitting the back of his throat. When he opened his eyes, it was only about half way, but Hanbin seemed to be enjoying himself.

Hanbin had his hand over his own mouth, trying to quiet himself.

Zhang Hao pulled back and stroked the saliva across Hanbin’s cock. Another deep groan escaped Hanbin before he quickly tried to stifle himself. 

The Soul Eater smiled at Hanbin almost innocently before he grabbed Hanbin’s cock again and positioned it right at his hole. He slowly slipped it inside of himself, gasping as it stretched him out. 

Hanbin tossed his head back and dug his hands into the bedsheet beside him, trying to keep from thrusting upward. It was so hot, so wet inside Zhang Hao. It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. 

Zhang Hao continued to slowly lower himself onto Hanbin, it felt like he never ended, this was as deep as anyone had been inside of him. Every inch stretched him out beyond belief. Zhang Hao moaned out-loud and tossed his head back, Hanbin was gasping deeply into the back of one his hands.

Zhang Hao’s ass finally met Hanbin’s hips. Zhang Hao’s thighs were trembling, Hanbin was so big… he felt so full. 

He looked up at Hanbin to see his hand still covering his mouth. Zhang Hao was sick of Hanbin hiding himself and grabbed his hand, placing it instead at his waist. Zhang Hao placed his hands on Hanbin’s strong chest, leaning forward on it slightly, keeping eye contact with Hanbin as he began to move his hips. Hanbin’s mouth opened slightly, a deep gasp spilling from his throat, Zhang Hao moaned when Hanbin’s cock hit that spot inside him that made him see stars.

Zhang Hao moved a bit faster, murmuring as he moaned, “are you going to make me do all the work, baobei?” 

Hanbin took that as an invitation to meet his movements, thrusting his hips upward. 

They both audibly gasped at the first meeting of their hips. Hanbin grabbed Zhang Hao’s waist with both his hands now, forcing him down further onto his cock, only letting go when he went to move upward again. 

Hanbin’s movements were getting more frenzied, he no longer hid his grunts and whimpers. He was overwhelmed by the feeling of Zhang Hao’s insides, he’d never felt anything like it before. It felt so good, squeezing his cock in all the right ways. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, as much as he wanted to. 

A few more deep thrusts and Zhang Hao saw Hanbin clamp his eyes shut, a single drawn out moan escaped him, he bit his lower lip so hard Zhang Hao was worried he’d bleed. 

Hanbin couldn’t help himself. He glanced at Zhang Hao’s beautiful face and could see him looking down at him with gentle eyes. 

It was almost too much. “Hao… so close…” Hanbin groaned. 

Zhang Hao bit his bottom lip as he continued bouncing on the heavy cock inside him. He felt like his insides were being rearranged. Zhang Hao knew it wouldn’t take long for Hanbin to fall apart completely. 

Carefully, Zhang Hao gripped one of Hanbin’s hands from his waist and brought it to his stomach. “Filling me up so good, baobei…” 

Hanbin’s eyes widened as he felt the outline of his cock inside Zhang Hao’s belly. It was all it took to push him over the edge. With no warning, Hanbin released his hot seed into Hao’s body. Hanbin’s limbs trembled, his feet tingling and his ears ringing as he felt his orgasm rip through him. 

Zhang Hao continued bouncing on his sensitive cock until Hanbin felt Zhang Hao moan and his release hit his chest. 

Zhang Hao leaned down again, their foreheads meeting before he carefully lifted himself off Hanbin’s cock.  

Hanbin watched as Zhang Hao flopped down beside him on his stomach. His eyes were drawn to Zhang Hao’s ass where his come was carefully leaking out of. 

Hanbin couldn’t help himself, he reached over and grabbed one of Zhang Hao’s asscheeks, spreading it and seeing his come covering Zhang Hao’s pretty puffy entrance. 

Zhang Hao moaned as he arched his back, almost like he was egging Hanbin on. 

Hanbin, realising what he was doing, quickly pulled his hands away and heard Zhang Hao chuckle softly. Hanbin laid back down on his bed, he glanced at the Soul Eater and could see Zhang Hao staring back at him with glittering eyes. 

“I would do anything for you.” Zhang Hao whispered. 

Hanbin swallowed heavily and nodded. Knowing just how deep those words ran. 

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The late afternoon sun warmed the courtyard as Hanbin and Jiwoong squared off in the training ring. The clang of metal from the soldiers’ sparring nearby filled the air, but Hanbin’s focus was far from the task at hand. Jiwoong lunged toward him, and Hanbin dodged—just barely.

“Focus, Seja!” Jiwoong barked, frustration evident in his tone.

Hanbin sighed, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. His gaze flickered to the far end of the courtyard, where Zhang Hao sat beneath a towering oak tree, a book balanced in his hands. Zhang Hao’s long legs were crossed at the ankles, his posture relaxed, and the dappled sunlight through the leaves gave him an almost angelic glow.

But Hanbin knew better. Zhang Hao wasn’t innocent—not even close.

“Seja,” Jiwoong said sharply, breaking Hanbin’s reverie.

Hanbin turned back to him, blinking. “What?”

Jiwoong sighed heavily, lowering his guard. “You can’t let yourself get too comfortable, not with him .”

Hanbin frowned. “What do you mean?”

Jiwoong hesitated, his expression troubled. “Zhang Hao isn’t human. No matter how much he looks like one or acts like one, you have to remember that. You can’t let him cloud your judgment.”

Hanbin opened his mouth to protest but stopped. Jiwoong wasn’t wrong. Zhang Hao’s beauty, his charm, his unwavering devotion—they were intoxicating. Hanbin had always been aware of how dangerously close he was to being consumed by the Soul Eater’s allure.

“I know,” Hanbin admitted finally, his tone resigned. “I know what he is. That’s why I keep him on a long leash.”

Jiwoong gave him a hard look, clearly unconvinced. “You need to keep your wits about you, especially when dealing with the nobles. They’ll take any sign of weakness and use it against you.”

Hanbin groaned at the reminder, his shoulders slumping. “Speaking of nobles, I have a meeting with Park Junghan tonight.”

Jiwoong grimaced. “That snake. What does he want now?”

“Probably to waste my time while finding some way to undermine me,” Hanbin muttered. His eyes drifted back to Zhang Hao, who was still engrossed in his book. The Soul Eater caught his gaze and smirked, lifting a hand to blow a teasing kiss.

Hanbin quickly looked away, shaking his head as he felt his cheeks flush. The thought that had crossed his mind was dangerous: Zhang Hao is a weapon. The other nobles say it. Why shouldn’t I use him against people like Junghan?

But no. Hanbin clenched his jaw. He was better than that. He didn’t need to resort to intimidation to deal with political squabbles.

“Let’s wrap this up,” Hanbin said, gesturing for Jiwoong to lead the way.

The meeting room was as cold and uninviting as ever, with its high vaulted ceiling and austere decor. The knights on duty outside the doors bowed respectfully as Hanbin and Jiwoong entered.

Inside, Park Junghan was already seated, his posture casual but his sharp eyes scanning Hanbin like a predator assessing prey.

“Seja,” Junghan said with an exaggerated bow of his head. “It’s always a pleasure.”

Hanbin didn’t miss the sarcasm laced in the man’s tone. He offered a tight smile as he took his seat, Jiwoong standing steadfastly behind him.

“To what do I owe this meeting, Lord Park?” Hanbin asked, keeping his tone neutral.

Junghan leaned back in his chair, twirling a large ring on his finger—a nobleman’s ring, its ornate design marking his power and status. “Oh, I simply wanted to discuss your… recent decisions. Some of us are concerned about the direction you’re leading the kingdom.”

Hanbin’s jaw tightened. “You mean the decisions to maintain peace rather than provoke unnecessary conflicts?”

Junghan chuckled lightly, as though Hanbin’s words were amusing. “Peace is admirable, of course. But some might say that a ruler unwilling to take risks is… ineffective.”

Jiwoong bristled behind Hanbin, but the Prince raised a hand to keep him silent. “What are you really here for, Junghan?” Hanbin asked, his patience already wearing thin.

The nobleman smiled, the kind of smile that made Hanbin want to knock it off his face. “I’m simply offering advice, Seja. Advice from someone who’s seen more of the world than you.”

“And what advice would that be?” Hanbin asked, his voice dangerously low.

“That you listen to those with experience. Relying on… unconventional methods,” Junghan said with a pointed glance, “might give people the wrong impression.”

Hanbin felt his temper flare. Junghan wasn’t just belittling him; he was openly questioning his authority. Even Jiwoong shifted uncomfortably, clearly fighting the urge to step in.

Hanbin clenched his fists, his nails biting into his palms. “Lord Park,” he said, his voice deceptively calm. “You came here to insult me in my own castle. Is that correct?”

Junghan’s smirk widened, his confidence swelling. “Not at all, Seja. I’m merely pointing out that your choices have consequences. The people are watching, and they expect strength from their leader. Not…” His gaze flicked over Hanbin, then to Jiwoong, as if searching for the right words. “…timidity.”

The insinuation stung, but Hanbin refused to let Junghan see it. “Timidity,” he repeated. “Interesting choice of words from someone who hides behind the title of nobility rather than taking responsibility for his own actions.”

Junghan’s smirk faltered, but only slightly. “A leader’s strength lies in alliances, in commanding respect. Not in—” He paused, his eyes darkening. “—consorting with things beyond human understanding.”

Hanbin froze. He knew exactly what Junghan meant, and the insult wasn’t lost on Jiwoong either. The knight took a step forward, hand hovering over the hilt of his sword.

“Careful, Lord Park,” Jiwoong warned, his tone icy.

Hanbin held up a hand to stop Jiwoong again, though his composure was slipping. “You’ve made your point, Junghan. Now, unless you have something worthwhile to discuss, I suggest you leave.”

Junghan’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Is that an order, Seja?”

“It is,” Hanbin snapped, his frustration finally bubbling to the surface.

Junghan rose from his chair, his ring catching the light as he straightened his tunic. “A ruler who silences advice, no matter how harsh, risks alienating his allies.”

“I’ll take my chances,” Hanbin said flatly.

Junghan’s face darkened, but he bowed shallowly before turning toward the door. “You’ll regret this,” he muttered under his breath as he strode out.

Jiwoong stepped forward immediately, his expression tense. “Seja, do you want me to—”

“No,” Hanbin interrupted, running a hand through his hair. “Let him go.”

Jiwoong hesitated but eventually nodded. “As you wish.”

Hanbin decided that was enough for the day. He dismissed Jiwoong and the other soldiers before he made his way to his bedroom. 

Back in his chambers, Hanbin leaned heavily against the door, his mind still replaying the encounter with Junghan. He hated how easily the man had gotten under his skin.

From across the room, a familiar voice broke the silence. “Trouble in paradise?”

Hanbin looked up to see Zhang Hao lounging on his bed, propped up on one elbow. His book lay forgotten beside him, and his eyes sparkled with amusement.

“You heard,” Hanbin said, sighing.

Zhang Hao smirked. “I hear everything, baobei.”

Hanbin crossed the room, collapsing into the chair near his desk. “He’s impossible. Every meeting with him is like playing chess blindfolded.”

Zhang Hao tilted his head, his expression thoughtful. “You know I could make him disappear,” he said casually, as if suggesting a change in the weather.

Hanbin glared at him. “No, Hao. I’ve told you before—”

“Yeah, yeah,” Zhang Hao interrupted, waving a hand dismissively. “No eating anyone unless you say so. But the offer still stands.”

Hanbin groaned, burying his face in his hands. “You’re not helping.”

Zhang Hao’s smirk softened as he slid off the bed, padding over to Hanbin. He knelt in front of him, resting his hands on Hanbin’s knees. “You’re too good for them,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “They don’t deserve your patience.”

“They’re my people,” Hanbin said, lifting his head. “Even Junghan. It’s my responsibility to lead them.”

Zhang Hao studied him for a moment, his gaze unreadable. Then he smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You really are something else, Hanbin-ah.”

Before Hanbin could respond, Zhang Hao leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “But just remember,” he whispered, his lips brushing against Hanbin’s skin. “If you ever get tired of playing nice, I’ll always be here.”

Hanbin shivered, the words sending a strange mixture of comfort and unease through him. He reached up to touch Zhang Hao’s hand, gripping it tightly.

“I know,” he said softly. “But for now… I have to do this my way.”

Zhang Hao nodded, his smirk returning. “Your way it is. For now.”

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The weeks after his meeting had been a whirlwind of tension. Park Junghan had escalated his resistance into outright rebellion. His protests had grown louder, more organised, and increasingly hostile. He’d painted Hanbin as an inexperienced Prince, unfit to lead.

Hanbin had spent sleepless nights trying to control the narrative. He signed treaties with allied lords, poured over diplomatic texts, and leaned heavily on Jiwoong for advice.

One morning, while practicing combat, Jiwoong had spoken plainly. “Seja,” he said, striking his practice blade against Hanbin’s, “you cannot let this situation fester. It’s not just about Junghan anymore; he’s becoming a symbol for discontent.”

“I know,” Hanbin replied, frustrated, glancing toward the castle gardens where Zhang Hao sat under a tree, reading again. The Soul Eater looked serene, almost deceptively harmless.

“Do you?” Jiwoong countered sharply, bringing Hanbin’s focus back. “Because if you did, you wouldn’t be so distracted by him .”

Hanbin sighed. “I can manage Zhang Hao,” he said, though he wasn’t sure if he believed it.

Jiwoong stepped closer, lowering his voice. “You have to remember what he is. Zhang Hao is not human. You can’t allow yourself to be blinded by—”

Hanbin cut him off. “I know.” His tone was curt, but inside he felt the doubt creep in. Zhang Hao was dangerous, yes, but he was also his . That possessiveness felt as natural as breathing.

That evening, Hanbin worked late, pouring over documents by candlelight. The room was quiet save for the scratch of his quill and the occasional yawn he failed to stifle.

Suddenly, a wet, muffled thud startled him. Hanbin yelped, his quill clattering to the desk.

His breath caught in his throat as he saw the severed finger lying there. Blood pooled beneath it, staining the parchment he’d been working on.

His eyes widened in horror as recognition hit—Park Junghan’s signet ring gleamed on the bloodied finger.

“Wha—” Hanbin stammered, his head snapping up.

Zhang Hao stood a few feet away, his silhouette sharp and commanding in the dim light. His black clothes were splattered with blood, and his lips curled into a small, satisfied smile.

“You should have seen the look on his face,” Zhang Hao said, his voice almost sing-song. He licked a streak of blood from his fingers, his gaze fixed intently on Hanbin.

“What did you do?” Hanbin managed, his voice trembling.

Zhang Hao tilted his head, as though the question amused him. “He threatened you,” he said simply, as if that justified everything.

Hanbin pushed back from his desk, his chair scraping loudly against the stone floor. “But I didn’t… I didn’t tell you to—” He stopped, swallowing hard. “Were you seen?”

Zhang Hao scoffed, rolling his eyes. “What a stupid question. Of course not.”

Hanbin’s head spun. He had known Zhang Hao was dangerous, but to act without orders? To murder a noble outright?

“You can’t just— Zhang Hao, you’ve made everything worse!” he exclaimed, his frustration spilling over. “This will only fan the flames of rebellion!”

Zhang Hao’s expression darkened, but there was a glint of mischief in his eyes. “No one will bother you now, my Prince,” he said smoothly.

“That’s not how this works!” Hanbin snapped. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to steady himself. “You can’t go around… murdering people!”

Zhang Hao chuckled, low and soft, as if Hanbin’s anger was endearing. “You’ll see. Soon, everyone will understand that you’re not to be crossed.”

Hanbin opened his mouth to argue further, but Zhang Hao was already turning away.

As Hao reached the door, he glanced back over his shoulder, his hips swaying with an effortless seductiveness. His lips curved into a knowing smile.

“I’ll be waiting for my reward,” he said, his voice dripping with suggestion.

Hanbin felt his cheeks flush, his mind a chaotic mix of emotions. He knew he should reprimand Zhang Hao, perhaps even confine him. But instead, he found himself dwelling on the promise in Zhang Hao’s words, the thought of his warm presence later that night.

An hour passed before Hanbin finally made his way to his quarters. He told himself it was to rest, that he needed to prepare for the challenges ahead.

But when he opened the door, the sight that greeted him stole his breath.

Zhang Hao was stretched out on the bed, his lithe form draped lazily across the silk sheets. His bloodied clothes were gone, replaced by a loose black shirt that slipped off one shoulder. His dark eyes met Hanbin’s, glinting with a mixture of amusement and hunger.

“Come here,” Zhang Hao said, his voice soft but commanding.

Hanbin swallowed hard, the tension between them palpable. He hesitated for only a moment before stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.

Zhang Hao made quick work of Hanbin clothes and as soon as he was naked, Zhang Hao forced Hanbin on his back. He kissed Hanbin with ferocity. 

Zhang Hao straddled Hanbin, leaning in and cradling Hanbin’s face in his hands. Hanbin could see Zhang Hao’s eyes looking over him, like he was committing every part of Hanbin to memory. 

Hanbin’s long lashes fluttered shut as Zhang Hao leaned down to kiss him again, he couldn’t help himself and carefully reached up to hold the Soul Eater’s tiny waist. 

Zhang Hao chuckled against his lips before he sat back, rubbing his ass against Hanbin’s straining cock making him gasp. Hanbin couldn’t help but buck under Zhang Hao, trying to get more friction in the place he needed. Zhang Hao’s skin was so soft and warm, Hanbin needed more. 

“Patience, Hanbin-ah,” Zhang Hao scolded, Hanbin couldn’t stop the whine from leaving his throat, his cheeks flushed and his eyes glassy. 

They hadn’t even started yet and Hanbin already felt overstimulated. “But—“

“Quiet,” Zhang Hao grinned, his palm sliding up into Hanbin’s hair, rubbing soothing circles into the slowly sweat-dampening strands. 

Hanbin sighed, tilting his head into the touch like a cat demanding more attention. 

“All I want you to do is lay there and look pretty.” Zhang Hao instructed. 

Hanbin moaned. “B-but Hao,” he started, running his hands over Zhang Hao’s pretty thighs. The Soul Eater hummed for a moment, letting Hanbin explore for a second. “We would both enjoy it if—“

“You want to take over?” Zhang Hao laughed, Hanbin frowned at him. “No, that’s not happening.” 

Hanbin tried to sit up, he wanted to do something for Zhang Hao but the other man wasn’t having any of it. 

“No touching.” Zhang Hao pressed a firm hand on Hanbin’s strong chest, pinning him to the mattress. “You’ll do as I say, my Prince.”

“H-Hao—“ 

Zhang Hao grabbed Hanbin’s hands, pulling them off his legs and up to his mouth, lips running over the sensitive skin. His tongue flicked out, running between Hanbin’s fingers with precise control. Zhang Hao nipped at the skin, licking around two of Hanbin’s fingers making sure to get them well and truly wet with spit. 

Hanbin’s body trembled, his gaze hyper focused on the slick slide of Zhang Hao’s mouth swallowing his fingers. His teeth caught on knuckles, Hanbin couldn’t help but whimper as he felt his fingers inside that warm mouth. Internally, Hanbin was aware of the fact that Zhang Hao was indeed a Soul Eater and that having his mouth anywhere near him might be dangerous. But right now, Hanbin just didn’t care. 

“Hao—“

“Shh. I got you.” Zhang Hao replied softly, leaning forward to press a peck against Hanbin’s cheek. “I got you.”

“But- I-” Hanbin couldn’t find the words, his tongue darted out to trace his chapped lips, he wanted to move, do something. 

Zhang Hao tilted his head down at him before he smiled and pulled Hanbin’s hand back, wet fingers brushing against Zhang Hao’s hole, a whisper of more to come.

Hanbin threw his head back, a deep groan settling into his throat. 

“I know.” Zhang Hao nipped at Hanbin’s neck, “get me ready?”

Hanbin whimpered again, he could feel Zhang Hao arching back into his hand, Hanbin found that soft tight muscle easily, he swallowed heavily. Zhang Hao was teasingly nipping at his skin, as Hanbin’s fingers pressed in. 

“Hanbinnie… yes…” Zhang Hao groaned, feeling the stretch of Hanbin’s long finger press inside. 

Hanbin was impatient, he began to scissor his fingers, tugging at Zhang Hao’s rim and sliding in deeper each time. 

Spit only got them so far, and Zhang Hao fumbled with the oil, dripping globs of slick onto overheated skin. Hanbin was quick to coat his fingers in the cool oil, tracing circles around Zhang Hao’s ass before pressing in again.

The Soul Eater kissed Hanbin, hard, moaning into Hanbin’s mouth as he continued to twist his fingers and pressed them against something that made Zhang Hao’s back arch prettily. 

“Does it feel good?” Hanbin found himself asking, he could feel Zhang Hao’s thighs trembling beside him. 

Zhang Hao pouted down at him. “So good, Binnie…” he rocked back, meeting Hanbin’s fingers on an upstroke and moaned. “Exactly what I need.” 

Hanbin swallowed heavily, he couldn’t meet Zhang Hao’s gaze, instead he stared down at where his fingers were caught in the clench of Zhang Hao’s pretty pink rim. “So pretty…” he whispered. 

Zhang Hao preened at the way Hanbin’s eyes had glazed over. Like Zhang Hao was the only person on earth that mattered. 

“Always pretty for you, Hanbinnie,” Zhang Hao responded, tracing his fingers along Hanbin’s neck, finding his pulse point and feeling it jump higher. “Now it’s my turn.” 

Hanbin frowned. “H-Hao—“ 

“Shh,” Zhang Hao pouted, grabbing Hanbin’s wrists, pulling his fingers from his body and stopping the constant back and forth stretching. “I got you.” 

“You have me,” Hanbin mumbled back. Zhang Hao smiled and kissed Hanbin’s nose. He carefully pinned Hanbin’s hand by his head, palms up, their fingers interlocking. Hanbin swallowed at just how intimate the action was. Zhang Hao squeezed his hand carefully, getting a nod back from Hanbin as he relaxed against the sheets. Hanbin trusted Zhang Hao, even though he knew he shouldn’t. 

Zhang Hao carefully pulled away, slipping from Hanbin’s lap. Hanbin whimpered, he needed that soft skin on him again, he needed Zhang Hao close. 

Hanbin watched as the Soul Eater reached for the oil again, he drizzled the liquid onto his hand and rubbed it between his fingers. Hanbin gasped as Zhang Hao’s fingers trailed slick along his stomach. “My time to play with you.” 

Hanbin could only nod. His eyes were focused on the teasing way Zhang Hao was trailing his fingers slowly towards his aching cock. “Yes, anything, please… please.” 

“Please, what?” Zhang Hao paused, his fingers just shy of Hanbin’s cock head. 

Hanbin’s thighs trembled, he could see the dark haze in Zhang Hao’s eyes and knew that the Soul Eater could keep him on edge for hours if he wanted. Hanbin whimpered, tilting his head back in defeat. “Gege, please play with me.” 

“Good boy.”

Hanbin shuddered, shaking in one long, sinuous wave, from his hair all the way down to his toes. 

Zhang Hao wrapped his hand around Hanbin’s cock, enjoying the shocked little gasp it punched out of the Prince, playing with the foreskin, teasing the sensitive bit just under the head. 

Hanbin was leaking so much, Zhang Hao was just smearing Hanbin’s come all over his skin. 

“Hao, Gege, please…” Hanbin babbled, his eyes squeezed shut. “Hao, please—“ 

“Please what, Hanbin?” Zhang Hao responded, cupping Hanbin’s heavy balls and giving them a teasing squeeze. “Tell me, baobei.” 

Hanbin whined, he felt Zhang Hao biting hard on his lip, swallowing his moans and whimpers. Hanbin couldn’t control his hips, they were rocking into Zhang Hao’s hand, the tip of his cock catching on Zhang Hao’s pretty hole for a moment making the Soul Eater groan. 

Hanbin tried it again, wanting more than anything to be inside Zhang Hao’s beautiful body. 

Zhang Hao growled softly back at him, he pulled his hands away from Hanbin’s cock and grabbed his hips instead, forcing Hanbin against the mattress. 

“I thought you wanted me to play with you?”b Zhang Hao asked. “You’re not following the rules, baobei,” he scolded softly. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Hanbin gasped. He needed that touch back on his cock, he was trembling. “I’ll be good I’ll-”

“Shh…” Zhang Hao hushed, leaning down to kiss Hanbin quiet. “You’re already so good. Just gotta let me take care of you today.”

Hanbin nodded, “Yes. Yes please, Hao. Whatever you want-” Zhang Hao leaned down to kiss him long and sweet, their tongues pressing together lazily. 

Hanbin knew he had to play along, he didn’t thrust, didn’t buck. He behaved. His hands were at his side, letting Zhang Hao take whatever he wanted. 

“Perfect.” Zhang Hao whispered, and Hanbin trembled. 

Zhang Hao leaned back, his beautiful body on full display for Hanbin’s hungry eyes. Zhang Hao ran a hand through his own hair as he pouted down at Hanbin. “You’re so good for me.”

Hanbin groaned, deep and low, and Zhang Hao chuckled, lining Hanbin’s cock up with his hole; heavy head tipping in, just on the edge of pain, before slipping away. 

Zhang Hao teased him for a few moments making Hanbin see stars, circling his hips, offering the barest hint of pressure before pulling away. After the fourth, or maybe the fifth time, Hanbin shook his head, mouth soundlessly wrapping around words and protests. 

Zhang Hao smirked in triumph and finally sank down; fat head popping in, the burning stretch making him hiss. 

Hanbin swallowed heavily, flexing on reflex as he felt those tight walls clamped around him. 

Zhang Hao hummed. “Yes, that’s it baobei,” he began to rock on his heels. “Your cock is so thick, I love it so much, gonna let me ride it all night, right?” 

Hanbin groaned, hands curling into fists. His knuckles were going white from the force, sheets clenched tight between his fingers. “H-hao…anything,” he responded. 

He watched as Zhang Hao licked his lips. “So good for me, baobei,” his thighs trembled as he pushed up. 

Hanbin gasped, feeling the slick walls of Zhang Hao’s hot hole clenching around his thick cock before the Soul Eater began to slam down. 

Hanbin choked. 

Zhang Hao was building up a slow, steady rhythm, each bounce brushing just barely against his prostate, his dark eyes gazed down at Hanbin. “I know you wanna touch, wanna grab on and push that big cock as deep as you can get it.”

Hanbin squirmed. “Yea.. want to— so so much Hao—“ 

“You’re going to behave,” Zhang Hao quickly cut him off, bouncing harder. 

“Yes, Gege.”

Zhang Hao grinned. He rewarded Hanbin with a sharp pinch to a nipple, making Hanbin arch his back. Zhang Hao shuffled, adjusting his stance, and Hanbin’s cock sank in and hit his prostate head on.

Zhang Hao whimpered, falling forward; barely bracing himself up with his arms bracketing Hanbin’s face as he rocked back, rolling their hips together. 

The position brought Zhang Hao’s mouth in range of Hanbin’s heavy chest. 

Hanbin couldn’t stop the moan and the tremble as he felt Zhang Hao lick at his chest, Zhang Hao wrapped his lips around the right nipple and sucked, teeth just skirting the edges.

Hanbin’s fingers were almost ripping the sheets beneath him, he wanted nothing more that to hold Zhang Hao down and lose himself to the heat of his body. 

Zhang Hao changed from his right nipple, fingers tweaking spit slick skin as he latched onto Hanbin’s left side after biting just off to the side of the target, smirking at the indent of teeth pinking up.

With the Soul Eater preoccupied with his chest, Hanbin cautiously settled his warm hands on Zhang Hao’s hips. His thumbs petting up and down the V of Zhang Hao’s hips, trembling and nervous.

Zhang Hao sighed, nipping at Hanbin’s left nipple once before sitting back up, staring down at the hands framing his hips. 

Hanbin quickly looked away, but felt Zhang Hao grab him by the chin, forcing him to meet the Soul Eater’s glare.

“Hanbin. What did I say?” He asked, his words were like ice. 

Hanbin wriggled, mouth caught in a pout and eyes miserable. “No touching.” He mumbled.

“And what are you doing?” Zhang Hao deadpanned, eyebrow quirked. 

Hanbin swallowed heavily. “T-touching.” He couldn’t help himself, his hands were still tracing over Zhang Hao’s hips. 

“That’s right. You’re touching. Squeezing-” He pulled off Hanbin’s cock halfway before slamming down, making Hanbin choke as he circled his hips. “That wasn’t what I told you.” 

“But-I—“ Hanbin faulted, “I want—” Blunt fingers flex, digging deeper into Zhang Hao’s skin. “Need to touch you—“

Zhang Hao shook his head, sighing heavily. 

Hanbin knew he probably looked pathetic, sulking at the Soul Eater, if his people could see him now he’d be overthrown immediately. “Please?”

Zhang Hao tilted his head. “...alright. Fine.”

Hanbin’s face lit up, he felt Zhang Hao’s hands splayed on his chest, holding him down. 

“We’ll compromise.” Zhang Hao looked determined. 

Hanbin blinked. “Compromise?” 

Zhang Hao started again, barely moving at first, thighs trembling, calf spasming; before speeding right back to where they were. Hanbin’s biceps flexed, jaw clenched and he didn’t move a muscle.

“Mmm. You get to hold on, touch me while I ride you-” Zhang Hao panted. “The harder you hold on,” He patted Hanbin’s hands, smiling sweetly, “the harder I’ll squeeze.”

Hanbin frowned. “The harder you’ll-” his words trailed off as Zhang Hao reached up, long fingers wrapping around Hanbin’s throat. “Oh.”

“The lighter you squeeze-” Zhang Hao relaxed his grip, barely a caress, Hanbin’s Adam's apple bobbing in the air. 

Hanbin’s excitement was flashing in his eyes. He didn’t even know anything about sex and now he was learning all these new things he enjoyed with Zhang Hao. His abs flexed, Zhang Hao slowed down and he waited for Hanbin to decide. 

“Yes.”

It was a whisper, but Zhang Hao heard it loud and clear. “You’re just a little freak, aren’t you, my Prince?” 

Hanbin nodded, his hands a vice grip on Zhang Hao’s hips, “Yes, yes Hao please I-” he bucked up, and Zhang Hao slammed them both down into the mattress. 

“Use your words, baobei,” Zhang Hao purred. 

“Please choke me.” Hanbin begged, all his instincts running in the air. “Please, oh please-” his hands were leaving fingerprints in Zhang Hao’s skin, dark enough that everyone would know the Soul Eater was his. 

“Good boy.”

Hanbin squeezed, and Zhang Hao tightened his grip, gentle, so gentle, he clearly didn’t want to actually hurt Hanbin. 

That made Hanbin’s heart flutter, he tilted his head back, exposed and vulnerable, Zhang Hao pushing on his vocal cords. Eyes half-lidded and heavy, staring up at Zhang Hao under his lashes. 

They alternate, Hanbin’s grip softening till it was only a whisper, a suggestion of a touch, then hard, hard, so tight Zhang Hao could feel his bones creak. Hanbin was a lot stronger than he realised but he knew Zhang Hao could take it. 

Hanbin choked as he felt Zhang Hao’s pretty fingers around his throat squeezing just enough that it was borderline panic. He couldn’t hold back his moans, it felt good, the lack of oxygen and then the rush of air as Zhang Hao took his hands away, only to return a moment later. 

Zhang Hao barely remembered to keep moving, riding cock like an afterthought; and Hanbin held him steady, keeping him from falling over as he hit that perfect spot again and again. 

Hanbin’s eyes watched Zhang Hao closely as the beautiful creature hurtled over the edge, his cock spurting all over Hanbin’s chest. 

Hanbin’s voice was thin and needy,  barely there around Zhang Hao’s hands and he sped up, fucking up into Zhang Hao like a beast now that he was a rag-doll. “Gege, again,” he whimpered. 

Zhang Hao gave one last squeeze to Hanbin’s throat and that was it, his cock releasing into Zhang Hao’s hot channel, grinding deep, making sure nothing escaped Zhang Hao’s ass with each jerk.

“Fuck—” Zhang Hao whimpered, watching his cum slide down Hanbin’s abs, into the sharp v of his hips. 

Hanbin groaned, Zhang Hao pulled away, soothing Hanbin’s sore neck with a kiss before collapsing onto the bed beside him. 

Hanbin couldn’t help himself, he wrapped his arms around Zhang Hao’s tiny waist and pulled him closer. He didn’t care they were both sticky and sweaty. “Hao… that was…” 

Zhang Hao stopped him with a kiss. “I wonder what other freaky things you’re into?” 

Hanbin’s cheeks flushed, his eyes heavy with sleep. He felt Zhang Hao chuckle against his lips.

“Sleep now, my Prince.” 

And almost like it was a command, Hanbin fell asleep. 

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Since that fateful day in the trading village nearly two years ago, Zhang Hao had become as much a fixture in Prince Hanbin’s life as the crown itself. 

Nights without the Soul Eater by his side were a rarity, and their bond, though unconventional, was undeniable. 

Hao knew Hanbin was just as enthralled with him as he was with the Prince. The way Hanbin’s breath would hitch whenever Hao leaned close, the blush that crept up his neck—Hanbin didn’t need to say it. Hao could feel it.

And Hao was thankful. Deeply, eternally thankful. Hanbin had saved him that day in the market, giving him a freedom he hadn’t dared to dream of. But it was more than gratitude that kept Hao tethered to the Prince, it was something primal, consuming. A need to protect, to possess.

In two years, Hao had become an extension of Hanbin in the eyes of the kingdom. People no longer threatened Hanbin’s right to the throne, no one spoke badly about Hanbin. Hao knew they were afraid, afraid that Hanbin would release him onto their awaiting souls. 

Hao was more controlled now, he listened to Hanbin and didn’t attack people unless he was provoked. Which didn’t happen much. 

Though Hanbin never spoke of it openly, the people of the kingdom began to refer to Hao as his consort, no longer just as his secret weapon. It was an unspoken truth that Hanbin would never take another to his bed. Hao didn’t need to worry about that. 

But admirers always lingered.

Some fled the moment they caught wind of the rumors, rumors of a Soul Eater who wouldn’t hesitate to devour anyone foolish enough to challenge Hanbin’s favour. Others, however, proved more stubborn.

Like Myung Jaehyun.

The young noble was a familiar presence at court, the son of a prominent family and an old acquaintance of Hanbin. Jaehyun was sweet, with an easy smile and a softness about him that made him impossible to dislike. Hao hated him.

The evening of the winter ball was no exception.

The grand hall was alive with music and laughter, its polished floors gleaming under the glow of chandeliers. Nobles twirled in elegant dances, their silks and satins shimmering as they moved. Hanbin, ever the gracious host, glided through the crowd with practiced ease. He greeted guests with warm smiles and polite words, his poise a testament to the leader he had become.

From the shadows, Hao watched. Balls and soirées weren’t his domain; he had no interest in courtly charm or political niceties. But he stayed near enough to ensure Hanbin’s safety, and to keep an eye on those who sought to steal his Prince’s attention.

That’s when Hao saw him.

Myung Jaehyun, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit of midnight blue, moved through the crowd with an air of purpose. His eyes were locked on Hanbin, and Hao’s gut twisted.

The moment Jaehyun reached Hanbin, Hao’s instincts screamed. Jaehyun wrapped his arms around the Prince’s waist from behind, pulling him into a back hug.

Hao growled low in his throat, his fists clenching at his sides. With one swipe of his hand, Jaehyun could vanish, his existence erased as if it had never been.

Hanbin’s cheeks flushed a soft pink, the same colour that always drove Hao to the brink of madness. Only he should see that, only he should draw those reactions from Hanbin. No one else. 

Zoning in on their conversation, Hao strained to listen.

“I’m so happy to see you again, hyung!” Jaehyun said cheerfully, his voice dripping with familiarity.

Hanbin turned slightly to smile at him. “Jaehyunnie, you know you can visit me anytime.”

The younger man paused. “I heard rumours,” Jaehyun continued, his tone quieter now. “Honestly, I was… frightened.”

Hao smirked. Of course he was.

Hanbin pouted, a gesture that made Hao’s stomach churn with jealousy. “Jaehyunnie… you’re always welcome here. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

Jaehyun’s face lit up with delight as he clung to Hanbin even more tightly, whispering something in his ear too softly for Hao to catch.

That was enough.

Hao’s growl deepened as he stepped out of the shadows, his dark presence cutting through the festive air. But before he could reach them, a firm hand caught his arm.

“Zhang Hao,” Jiwoong’s stern voice stopped him in his tracks. The head knight fixed him with an annoyed glare. “Enough.”

“Out of my way,” Hao hissed, his voice low and dangerous.

Jiwoong didn’t budge, tightening his grip. “Do this, and you’ll hurt Hanbin.”

Hao’s eyes narrowed, his fury bubbling just beneath the surface. Jiwoong’s words stung, not because they were harsh, but because they were true. He couldn’t risk Hanbin’s trust, not even for the sake of erasing Jaehyun. Without another word, Hao wrenched his arm free and disappeared. 

Hao was back in Hanbin’s chambers, pacing restlessly. The Prince’s scent lingered in the room, calming yet maddening in its familiarity. Hao needed to compose himself. Jaehyun was nothing. Nothing.

A few hours passed by, the sounds of the guests slowly dwindled. The sound of water drew his attention. Hanbin was bathing in the adjoining room, the soft splashes a rhythmic reminder of his presence.

Hao stopped pacing, his focus shifting entirely. He could still picture Hanbin’s flushed cheeks, his soft smile, and his whispered words to Jaehyun. The jealousy surged again, hot and consuming.

He needed to do something. Anything.

When the door to the bathing room opened, Hanbin emerged in a loose robe, his damp dark hair clinging to his forehead. He paused when he saw Hao standing in the shadows, his expression a mix of surprise and concern.

“Hao?” Hanbin said softly, tilting his head. “Is everything alright?”

Hao stepped forward, his movements deliberate. “You let him touch you,” he said, his voice calm but laced with a dangerous undertone.

Hanbin blinked, his confusion evident. “What? Jaehyun? He's an old friend—“ 

“He’s a distraction,” Hao interrupted, his eyes dark and unrelenting. “And he doesn’t belong here. Not like I do.”

Hanbin’s cheeks coloured again, but this time it wasn’t from embarrassment. “Hao…”

Hao closed the distance between them, his hand reaching out to brush a damp strand of hair from Hanbin’s face. “Do you know how maddening it is?” he whispered. “To see you give anyone else even a piece of what belongs to me?”

Hanbin’s breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest. “You… you’re jealous?”

“Terribly,” Hao admitted, his lips curving into a smirk. “And you love it, don’t you?”

Hanbin opened his mouth to protest, but no words came out. Hao’s fingers traced his jaw, sending shivers down his spine.

“You’re mine, Hanbin,” Hao murmured, his voice low and possessive. “No one else gets to have you. Not anyone.”

Before Hanbin could respond, Hao leaned in, capturing his lips in a kiss that left no room for argument. It was a claim, a promise, and a warning all at once.

And Hanbin, despite everything, melted into it.

They kissed, deeper and slower, Hao sensed the way Hanbin surrendered, his body yielding to the quiet intensity of Hao’s touch, every bit of tension draining away. Hanbin’s hands settled on Hao’s hips, his grip loose, trusting, like he’d fall apart at the slightest nudge.

Hao guided him backward, taking his time, his hands mapping out familiar territory, feeling the rhythm of Hanbin’s heartbeat under his palm. He was careful, unhurried, leading him with a gentleness that made each step feel deliberate, until they reached the edge of the bed. With a gentle but insistent press, he guided Hanbin down, watching as he let himself fall back, his breathing deep and steady.

“It’s my turn to steal your attention now,” Hao murmured, his voice carrying a faint edge of mischief.

Hanbin chuckled, his gaze warm, still clouded with lingering amusement. “You always have my attention, baobei. ”

Hao scoffed, a soft, amused sound, but the way his eyes glittered told a different story. Without another word, he leaned down, pressing his lips to the hollow of Hanbin’s throat, tasting the faint salt of his skin. He felt Hanbin shiver, his chest rising in a slow inhale, the subtle surrender of his body palpable under Hao’s touch.

He traced the path downwards, brushing his lips over the edge of Hanbin’s tattoo, each kiss carefully placed, his fingers sliding up the curve of Hanbin’s jaw to cup his face, feeling the slight roughness of stubble beneath his thumb. Hanbin’s skin was warm, every touch inviting, pliant. He could feel Hanbin becoming putty beneath him, surrendering in that way that was so precious, so wholly his.

Hao knew how easily Hanbin gave himself up to him, how completely he trusted him, and the knowledge settled deep within, a quiet satisfaction that made his heart quicken. His mouth traveled lower, lingering on the tattoo, pressing a kiss over each line, each carefully etched stroke, as though he could absorb every part of him into his own being.

And as he felt Hanbin melt further into his touch, his breaths softening, his hands loose and trusting on Hao’s waist, he knew there was no one else, no fleeting infatuation that could touch this, no one who could ever take Hanbin away from him. Hanbin was his, always, in a way that went beyond words, beyond any promises they’d ever spoken aloud.

“Hanbinnie, tell me,” Hao murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper, “and I’ll give you anything you want.”

Hanbin moved eagerly, the sound of the robe hanging on his body falling away, Hao craned his neck desperate to catch sight of that beautiful, heavy cock. 

He found exactly what he was seeking, mouth dropping open in awe as if it were the first time. He lowered his lashes, trying to look innocent though they both knew Hao was anything but. 

Hanbin urged him on. Stroking himself once slowly; from fat base to thick, flared head, dragging out the slide of his hand, commanding Hao’s eyes to follow the movement. “Hao, come closer please, I want to see you... So pretty.” 

Hao could feel Hanbin’s fingers running along his waistband, urging him. Hao confidently sat back on his heels, pulling his jumper over his head and reaching for his trousers. Hanbin groaned beneath him as Hao tugged them down his long legs. 

Almost instantly, he felt Hanbin’s hands on his waist again, pulling him into the position he wanted. 

Hao gasped, Hanbin’s hands moved him with such strength it made his legs tremble. Hanbin’s face moved between his spread cheeks, a palm flat on each of them. Hao leaned forwards and held onto Hanbin’s thighs for support. He wasn’t expecting the position but at the same time it was something he’d been craving for.  

That adoring mouth opened around his furrowed hole, the tip of Hanbin’s tongue briefly flicked against it; the edges of his rim tight from the lack of intimacy they’d had recently. 

Those lips mouthed at the soft skin of his balls, Hanbin taking each into his mouth and releasing them playfully. A palm wrapped loosely around Hao’s pretty, slender cock, guiding it back so a single lingering kiss could be pressed gently to the tip. 

Hao couldn’t help the way he squeezed his thighs together, cock standing at attention, balls bumping against the bridge of Hanbin’s nose as he wriggled.

“Always so needy to have me,” Hao teased. 

He heard the surprised hitch of breath, the low growl as Hanbin pressed his face forward to be used. And that was what had Hao moaning low and deep in the still quiet of the bedroom. He was powerful under Hanbin’s undivided attention, basking in the obvious instinct the Prince had to provide the planes of his face for Hao to rub against.

This is where Hanbin belonged. 

Hanbin always showed himself to others as the golden Prince, the perfect leader. Hao knew how untamed Hanbin was at times, disregarding rules and chasing whatever he wanted, of which Hao was always one. 

And Hao was never one to deny him. 

He made sure of that now, leaning wholly in, chasing both of their desires. He threw all other responsibilities and expectations away and freed himself.

A dry finger rubbed at his hole. Hanbin’s other hand finally pulled at Hao’s now dampening cock with the firmness he’d been craving. His entire body erupted in a tremble, knees buckling, crying out and swaying where he knelt over Hanbin’s face. 

Strong hands steadied him instantly, kisses pressed reassuringly against the back of his thighs, teasingly against his balls again to encourage him. Hao could practically taste Hanbin’s excitement and arousal in the air: the way Hao had offered himself fully was working Hanbin beautifully. 

Hanbin was an open book for him and Hao’s heart had read each word, his fingers had loved every page. He knew he could predict perfectly the moment when Hanbin wrapped a hand around himself; cock so heavy and wet in his palm, the movement of his strokes only enough to tease himself. 

Hao glanced down at the heavy cock only a few centimeters from his face and groaned.  

Hao let his own hands slip back, grabbing further around his cheeks, teasing fingertips now edging around his rim and pulling: urging his Prince on wordless. 

Hanbin moaned deeply, hands gripping Hao’s hips and pulling him back firmly. Hanbin spoke against the weight of Hao’s cock with careful patience, hand finally working it properly. “Tell me what you want, Hao.” 

“Play with me, baobei. Touch my pretty cock, let me fuck your face,” Hao moaned, he didn’t care how outrageous he sounded. “My hole is always ready for you, isn’t it pretty?” 

“Baobei… Hao…” Hanbin’s groan vibrated against Hao’s body, it turned him on so desperately it had him shuffling backwards almost impatiently. 

Hao’s hand reached around to tangle in black hair, pushing that wonderfully incessant tongue to his body and rocking himself back against Hanbin’s face, enjoying how his cock caught and bumped against Hanbin’s perfectly straight nose as he grinded against him.

Hao swallowed as he felt Hanbin’s stubble burn his most sensitive part, he couldn’t get enough of it. Hao began circling his hips madly, cockhead rutting against Hanbin’s bare chest, wetting tattooed skin with his pre-come.

Hao couldn’t help rocking his hips back and forth gently. And Hanbin of course knew exactly what Hao wanted and his face nuzzled up to meet Hao’s balls, teasing and catching the weight of them against his lips.

Hao’s thighs instinctively spread further around the Prince’s head, body dipping down slowly, ready to meet Hanbin’s waiting mouth. 

Sat on Hanbin like this gave Hao the perfect view of him. That constant buzz of energy and excitement that always ran through Hanbin’s body was now directed towards the privilege of having Hao sit on his face. Those pecs, full even as he laid flat on his back. The perfect quivering of his abs as he masterfully licked in his eagerness. And of course, that thick, beautiful cock of his, curving up. Aching and swollen and throbbing a pretty pink, the head leaking profusely: Hanbin’s own version of begging.

Hao hadn’t even touched it yet. 

It was made wet and hard by Hao’s presence and pleasure alone. Sometimes it still ruined Hao to know this perfect, astonishing, full-hearted Prince desired him so intrinsically that Hao could cause his cock to be this hard simply by existing. 

A sudden sound of shuffling made Hao pause, he blinked away the haze. Everyone in the castle knew not to disturb them on a night, knowing exactly what they were doing. 

Hao felt his Soul Eater instincts kick in. He growled darkly as he heard a soft knock on the bedroom door, followed by a soft voice. 

“Hyung? Hyung? Are you here?” 

Myung Jaehyun. 

Hao made a low rumble in his throat, even the younger man’s voice irritated him as he called out to Hanbin so gently. Hao was hit with so many questions, how did Myung Jaehyun know where Hanbin’s sleeping quarters were? Why was he looking for him so late at night?

Hanbin groaned against Hao’s ass, still completely oblivious to what was going on. Hao smiled as he released a high pitched moan, he instantly saw the bedroom door open cautiously. 

Jaehyun paused as he took in the sight before him. 

Hao smirked, he could see the realisation wash over Jaehyun’s face as he took in Hao’s position and Hanbin’s face buried in his ass. 

Jaehyun gasped, placing a hand over his mouth. “W-what—“ 

“Pathetic, isn’t he?” Hao mused almost nastily, rocking his hips back on Hanbin’s face. Hanbin was too busy moaning, unaware of the situation happening before him. 

Jaehyun swallowed heavily as he looked at Hao with disbelief. “You- you’re—“

“Hanbin’s dirty little secret.” Hao responded confidently, a smirk playing on his pretty face. 

“B-but he—“ 

“He’s taken, he’s mine,” Hao cut him off quickly, looking at the younger man with dark eyes. 

Hanbin was thrusting his heavy cock up into the air, trying to get Hao’s attention on it. Hao smirked as he looked down at the thick cock, he looked back at Jaehyun. “You can look but don’t touch.” 

Jaehyun looked back at him in horror but there was also a flicker of something more in his eyes. Like he wanted to watch. He needed to watch. 

Hao took Hanbin’s cock in his hands, stroking from root to tip. He could see Jaehyun fall back against the wall. 

Hao leaned forward to kiss the swollen head, fingers stoking the patch of black hair that surrounded the base. Hanbin groaned against his rim making Hao do the same around his cock as he took the tip into his mouth. 

Hanbin cried out for him, his hands bruising Hao’s asscheeks and pushing him further forward. He fucked up into Hao’s mouth roughly, choking him, making Hao gag before he could control his hips. 

Jaehyun gasped as he watched Hanbin treating the Soul Eater so roughly, it wasn’t something he expected from Hanbin. The Prince was always so calm and collected, he never seemed to fall from the pedestal that everyone had given him. But seeing him now, losing control with his face buried in another man’s ass… Jaehyun didn’t know what to think. He didn’t know if he was jealous of Zhang Hao or if he was disappointed in Hanbin. 

Hanbin began to guide Hao back, taking control of both himself and Hao; the message was clear that he wanted to eat Hao out first before anything else. 

Jaehyun couldn’t hold back the whimper that fell from his throat, he quickly threw his hand over his mouth as Hao glared darkly at him. 

Jaehyun knew it was too much, he shouldn’t be seeing Hanbin in this desperate position, it wasn’t—

“Hanbinnie, all mine,” Hao grumbled as he rolled his body down experimentally. Hanbin’s body lurched in encouragement. 

Jaehyun shook his head as he quickly turned and ran out of the room, the bedroom door slamming behind him. 

Hao smirked. He knew Jaehyun would know the boundaries now. Hao focused his attention back on his body, his fingers found his own nipples, pinching and rolling, letting a gasp pass his lips as he tugged them just right.

Hanbin laughed delightedly in agreement, the sound vibrating against Hao’s skin, breath hot against his hole. He was still completely oblivious to what had just transpired. 

“All yours Gege, so perfect…” a finger circled his rim, around the puckered skin. Hanbin kissed it sweetly, pulling at Hao’s thighs and helping to move them into a more comfortable position, “Gege, my everything is yours. You know that, don’t you? I don’t want to rush, I want you to take your time. Use me, Gege, please, I want you to use me.”

Hanbin deeply loved having this part of Hao’s body so close. So vulnerable, displayed just for him. 

Hao couldn’t stop the flush of embarrassment washing over him at Hanbin’s actions and words. The reality of having a man as intense as Hanbin inspecting him so closely, asking Hao to use him so crudely.

But Hanbin was quick to dismiss Hao’s hesitation, he blew gently against his hole and Hao’s head fell back, a moan caught low in his throat. He clutched Hanbin’s hands like a lifeline, needing the reassurance of the Prince’s touch, scrambling to regain some self-control before he gave in completely.

The squeeze around his fingers was all he needed to have him rolling his hips down a little firmer to brush Hanbin’s face, teasing Hanbin as much as himself, wanting to hear the Prince growl impatiently with how close he was to what he wanted.

Hao could feel Hanbin’s controlled hands on his, the Prince exercising that strength of his and forcing him down sharply. “I’ve got you, Hao, please…” Hanbin said gently. 

Hao’s body trembled at just how gentle Hanbin’s tone was for him. And then he felt it: the first proper lick of a tongue against his dry hole. The meeting of sensitive skin with such welcomed slick wetness, it was overwhelming. 

“Take what you need, Gege.” Hanbin whispered wetly. “Rest all your weight on me. I want all your weight… yes…” 

Hao began to bounce, fully dropping his weight, bearing down to meet Hanbin’s lips and tongue. His cock swung prettily as his hips circled and ground down on Hanbin’s face. 

Hao couldn’t stop bouncing, he distracted himself by filling their room with the words he knew Hanbin wanted to hear. “I want to feel it inside me, use your tongue. F-fuck, Binnie… You make me feel so good, ah…you’re ...so good at touching me, my love. My Hanbin. So good at licking my hole.”

Once he began, he shamelessly couldn’t stop. “My hole loves you. Can you feel how much it loves you, baobei? Your mouth, your tongue, your fingers, your big fat cock. All of you, perfect for me. Fucking me open so well. So dirty. I love it, I love it, I love it. I love you inside me.”

Hanbin’s hands held Hao’s hips and thighs firmer, his thumbs stroking gently against the smooth skin on his legs to encourage him, telling him to take more. 

His hole loosened, opening for Hanbin like it always did; the flick and drag of that tongue engulfed him wholly. Because Hanbin never did anything by half: he lapped wetly, lathering and drooling, saliva soaking Hao’s hole, and Hao knew Hanbin’s chin was covered in it too, lips shiny; the bottom one fat and swollen from all the hard work. 

Hanbin paused to growl, “Gege, let go, please, I want to feel you fall apart on my tongue, wanna see your pretty hole beg for me.”

Fingers spread Hao open and held him there. Hanbin watched as Hao’s hole winked around nothing, taking a moment to pause and let it happen.

But he couldn’t resist for long, his tongue wiggling back inside, feeling the urge to fill Hao again. His fingers were digging into Hao’s asscheeks, palms slapping them sharply when Hao slowed his grinding even a little. 

Hao couldn’t stop himself, he reached both hands back and held his cheeks open wider, encouraging Hanbin to feast, feast, feast. 

Hanbin groaned as he spat right into Hao’s waiting hole, letting it drip down his thighs and dragging it back up with his fingers.

It was so dirty, done almost absentmindedly with the need to get Hao’s body as wet as possible. 

Hao’s head fell back, spine arching almost inhumanly. He was riding Hanbin’s face now, there was no other way to describe it. He was bouncing and tilting himself back, his hands braced on Hanbin’s strong chest for leverage. 

Hao was suffocating the Prince with his strong thighs, his bouncing cheeks and fluttering hole. But Hanbin didn’t care, he was feasting with gusto. 

Hao had a soft worry in the back of his mind, that he might actually crush Hanbin.  But he trusted Hanbin’s strength as well as his need. Knowing how much Hanbin craved this.  

So Hao moved faster, grinding and riding freely, his cock bobbed with every movement, the head of it smacking against the Prince’s chest. He knew Hanbin must feel it; he knew it must be turning him on even more. 

The pleasure was rippling through Hao, so intense, he couldn’t help but remember what Myung Jaehyun had seen only a few minutes ago— or was it hours— Hanbin was so completely immersed in eating Hao’s ass that he hadn’t even noticed Jaehyun watching them. Seeing Hanbin losing his mind as Hao rode his face. 

Hao was overwhelmed by everything, he groaned as he enhanced his own pleasure by rubbing his palms on his own nipples again.

Before he could stop himself, Hao reached back, his fingers gripping Hanbin’s hair tightly, pulling the Prince forwards and holding him there. He carefully stroked a thumb down Hanbin’s temple, a gentle touch so different from the frantic way he was riding Hanbin’s face. 

“S-shit… baobei, feels so good,” Hao urged. “So dirty Hanbinnie, so good for me, my Prince. Always gives me everything I want, ready to eat my ass whenever I want him to.”

Hanbin was immediately spurred on by the words, the praise making him want to do better, make Hao feel more. Carefully, Hanbin wrapped an arm around Hao’s thigh, the other grabbed Hao’s belly, feeling his pretty abs and yanking him back. Hanbin breathlessly sucked at Hao’s hole, completely unaware as he burrowed his face deeper. 

“Please, touch yourself, I want you to come on my tongue, please, show me. You know what I want right now, use me. Make yourself feel good.” His voice was muffled, lost in Hao’s flesh and Hao let out a strangled moan at that. 

Hao knew he couldn’t deny Hanbin anything, he instinctively sought out anything the Prince desired of him. He wrapped a hand around himself and began to stroke himself with purpose. 

Hao knew it wouldn’t take much, but he still pleasured himself the same way he knew Hanbin would: he stroked to the very top and focused on the pink head spreading the pre-come that had leaked from the slit. His other hand was holding his asscheek apart, writhing more chaotically on Hanbin’s face. 

The sounds coming from Hanbin were filthy now, fucking his tongue into Hao’s body with precision. He wanted Hao to feel good, he wanted Hao to know that he was special. 

Hao could read Hanbin like an open book, he always could. When all his power and leadership took a back seat and Hanbin focused primarily on them. Just the two of them. Hanbin unleashed everything on Hao’s body. 

This was Prince Hanbin in his element.

This was how Hanbin loved Hao. Wholly and without compromise Hanbin wanted to please Hao. 

Hanbin looked painfully turned on, his thick hard cock bobbing against his body with how hard Hao was riding his face. Hao watched in awe as it twitched, the tip red and swollen and leaking so much that it dripped down between his legs. 

Hao couldn’t take his eyes away. “You’re leaking everywhere, Hanbinnie. Can you do it? Can I make that fat cock of yours come just from sitting on your face?” Hao knew he was taunting Hanbin but his words seemed to have made something switch. 

Hanbin responded by planting his feet and spreading his thighs, his hips trying to fuck up as he sucked harder at Hao’s fluttering rim.

Hao could feel Hanbin’s finger. 

It was pressing into his loosened entrance, just staying there, filling him only a fraction: Hanbin knew Hao loved to be filled. 

In other moments he would need much more than this. He’d need Hanbin’s cock stretching him wide, splitting him open and pinning him. But Hanbin seemed to understand that tonight, his finger would finish Hao. 

Hao rocked back again, fucking himself on the finger. 

Hanbin whimpered. “Hao… this is what you need, right? Just one will do, won’t it? You can come for me now. Please baobei. Show me.”

Hao wanted nothing more than to let it happen but he needed just a little bit more. “Fuck, Binnie. Fuck please, please.”

Maybe it was the stroke of Hao’s own hand on his cock, or the wetness of his hole finally receiving something deeper. Maybe it was the sudden slap on his ass cheek. Or maybe it was simply just being able to watch Hanbin’s body fall apart beneath him. 

But Hao rambled his Prince's name like it was the only word he knew. He rambled it till his mouth was caught in a silent scream. He arched his body up and painted Hanbin’s chest and abs with his release. Milking the head till there was nothing left, body convulsing where he still sat on his Hanbin’s face and finger.

He couldn’t help himself as he cleaned his hand on Hanbin’s pecs, palms circling the muscles and squeezing. He smirked as he saw his come painted over Hanbin’s body, dripping on his toned stomach, even on Hanbin’s own straining cock. 

There was a nip on the meat of his asscheek, a gentle tap against his spent cock; his teeth and touch directed Hao where he needed him. 

Hao obediently surged forward, wrapping his lips around Hanbin’s girth, hands encircling the base, mouth suckling the head.

Hao could tell Hanbin was close, wound so tight, pulled so taut that his cock practically leaped into Hao’s open mouth. Hao dragged his tongue up the length of it, swirling across the slit again and again. He took it in hand, slapping the length of it playfully and feeling Hanbin’s hips lurch forward. He soaked the heavy cock with more spit, rubbing it across his face so he could feel the wet trail of it along his nose and chin. 

The thick velvet crown stretched his jaw open as Hao sank down further; bobbing his head as he suckled and caressed Hanbin with his mouth, devotion dripping from the corners of his stretched lips. 

Hanbin whimpered for him. With his mouth now free to make up for his silence, he couldn’t hold back his words. Completely delirious. 

“Baobei, fuck, yes. Suck me gege, suck my cock. Suck it for me. That’s it, that’s it. Show me how much you love it, baobei. Please, Hao, please.”

All the power in Hanbin’s hips snapped up to meet Hao’s throat. Hao relaxed his throat, allowing Hanbin to fuck his throat, he’d do anything for this man. 

Hao groaned, he felt Hanbin hardening even more, throbbing and pulsing as he roared. Hanbin’s come hit the back of Hao’s throat and Hao eagerly swallowed it. Hanbin’s cock was releasing so much, some spilled from Hao’s lips and down his chin. Hao wanted Hanbin to see how dirty he’d made him. 

Hao’s thighs trembled and his hole felt so loose, clenching around nothing, so wet and vulnerable. Hanbin was keeping him up, hands gripping Hao’s thighs and stopping him from collapsing completely. 

But Hao knew they had to sleep, both of them were exhausted, it felt like they’d been at it for hours and judging by the sun almost rising they definitely had been. 

On shaking thighs, Hao moved from his position over Hanbin’s face and collapsed beside him on the bed. He immediately felt hands in his hair, brushing the dark strands away from his face. 

“Hao… you’re so pretty…” Hanbin whispered softly, his face was flushed bright red and his lips were puffy. 

Hao wanted to keep him in this bed forever but he knew that Hanbin had commitments and that he’d need to be somewhat awake later when Jiwoong came to get him. 

“Sleep, Hanbin-ah,” Hao responded. 

Hanbin pouted at him but nodded, neither of them cared they were covered in sweat and come, all that mattered was that they were together, wrapped in each other. 

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The morning sunlight poured through the tall windows, painting the royal bedroom in a warm golden hue. Hanbin stirred, his body pleasantly tingling, and blinked sleepily. He turned his head and was greeted by the sight of Zhang Hao, lying peacefully beside him.

Hao looked ethereal in the soft light, his face relaxed, his chest rising and falling steadily. Hanbin let out a quiet sigh, feeling a surge of something between adoration and obsession. Hao had given himself so completely to Hanbin, without reservation, and Hanbin was helpless against the pull of him.

Unable to resist, Hanbin reached out and carefully ran his fingers through Hao’s soft hair. The Soul Eater stirred, his lips curving into a small smirk.

“Can’t keep your hands off me, can you?” Hao teased, his voice husky from sleep.

Hanbin’s cheeks flushed as he remembered the night before. He’d been so desperate, so consumed with making Hao feel good, that every ounce of his energy had gone into pleasing him.

“How are you feeling?” Hanbin asked, his voice soft and hesitant.

Hao chuckled, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to Hanbin’s lips. “I feel incredible. Wanna go again?”

Hanbin’s eyes widened as Hao’s hand trailed over his abs, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. He let out an involuntary groan, his body already betraying him.

But before anything else could happen, the door burst open. 

Jiwoong stood in the doorway, his expression calm but his irritation clear. “Seja, you have business to attend to,” he said with a pointed look.

Hanbin let out a defeated sigh, knowing Jiwoong was right. He gave Hao an apologetic glance before carefully pulling himself away from the comfort of the Soul Eater’s presence.

As Hanbin was dressed in his royal attire by his attendants, he couldn’t help but notice the way Hao lounged nearby, watching the women’s every move like a hawk. His sharp eyes followed every brush of fabric against Hanbin’s skin, his possessiveness almost a taste in the air. 

When the attendants bowed and stepped back, Hao rose and leaned casually against the doorframe, his smirk deepening. Hanbin avoided his gaze, pretending not to notice the hungry glint in Hao’s eyes as Jiwoong led him toward the throne room.

On the way, Hanbin paused, his eyes catching sight of the lush garden through the large windows. A familiar figure caught his attention—Myung Jaehyun, standing by a carriage and preparing to leave.

“Jaehyun-ah!” Hanbin called out, a warm smile spreading across his face as he stepped outside to bid his friend farewell. 

Jaehyun turned at the sound of his name, his face lighting up briefly before his expression suddenly fell. Hanbin frowned, confused by the shift.

Before he could say anything, he felt careful arms wrap around his waist, and a familiar weight settled on his back. Hao rested his chin on Hanbin’s shoulder, his presence immediately commanding attention.

Jaehyun’s face drained of colour. “I-I’ll see you around, H-Hanbin-hyung,” he stammered before bowing quickly and scrambling into the carriage.

Hanbin watched in confusion as the carriage sped off, leaving the castle grounds in a flurry of wheels and dust.

“What was that about?” he muttered, mostly to himself. But then he felt it—Hao’s lips brushing against his throat, teasing and unrelenting.

“Hao,” Hanbin said sharply, spinning around to face him. “What did you do?”

Hao’s expression was the picture of innocent mischief, his pout exaggerated as he shrugged. “Me? Nothing.”

“Hao,” Hanbin pressed, narrowing his eyes.

Hao’s smirk returned, playful and unapologetic as he scratched Hanbin’s chin with a delicate finger. “I sat on your face.”

Hanbin’s face turned a deep crimson as the words registered. He whipped his head back toward the path the carriage had taken, panic rising. “Oh my god. He didn’t see… did he?”

Hao chuckled, clearly enjoying Hanbin’s reaction. He leaned closer, carefully tucking a stray lock of hair behind Hanbin’s ear. “You were just so enthusiastic, baobei. I couldn’t help myself.”

Hanbin groaned in mortification, covering his face with his hands. “Oh my god.”

“Seja,” Jiwoong interrupted cautiously, his tone suggesting he didn’t want to be part of whatever this was. “Your schedule.”

With a sigh that was part frustration and part embarrassment, Hanbin pulled away from Hao and straightened his posture. “Right,” he muttered, falling into step beside Jiwoong as they headed back into the castle.

Hao remained behind, watching them with a triumphant smile. Hanbin could feel his gaze burning into the back of his neck, and he knew one thing for certain: he’d never be able to look Jaehyun in the eye again.

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The late morning sun filtered through the glass panels of the throne room, casting gilded streaks across the polished floors. 

The scent of cherry wood and steel lingered in the air, a quiet testament to the gift now resting in Prince Hanbin’s hands.

“A token of apology, Your Highness,” Lord Myung said, his voice thick with formality and contrition as he bowed deeply. “For my silence in those council sessions. I should have spoken louder, louder for what was right.”

Hanbin’s eyes dropped to the sword cradled in its lacquered sheath. The craftsmanship was stunning, etched with swirling dragons and delicate mountain motifs that shimmered in the light. He could feel the balance in it, even without unsheathing it fully. A weapon made not for show, but for true battle.

“I accept it,” Hanbin said warmly, his fingers brushing the hilt. “And your apology. I’ve always believed in action over empty words, Lord Myung. This is... more than enough.”

The nobleman nodded, relief softening the tension in his face. “You’ll always have the Myung family’s support, Seja.” A beat. “Perhaps you’ll grace our estate with your presence soon? Jaehyun would be honoured. He’s been asking after you.”

Hanbin smiled gently, unaware of the storm building a few paces behind him. “Of course. I owe Jaehyunnie a visit.”

From his silent vigil near the wall, Zhang Hao’s eyes narrowed like a blade drawing breath.

Later, in the training courtyard, Hanbin stood alone with the sword, testing its weight, the way it moved with him like a second limb. He danced across the stone, cutting through imaginary enemies with swift precision. The blade whistled through the air, responding to him effortlessly.

“Impressed, aren’t we?”

The voice came soft, almost teasing. Hanbin turned to see Hao leaning lazily against the low stone wall, arms crossed, lips curled in something far from amusement.

“It’s a good blade,” Hanbin said, wiping sweat from his brow. “Lighter than the one I normally use.”

Hao pushed off the wall and walked toward him, slow and deliberate. “And gifted by a man whose son still wants to wrap his arms around you like he did at that ball.”

Hanbin sighed. “Not this again, Hao.”

“Yes, this again,” Hao said, eyes glowing faintly, not with rage, but something deeper. Possession. “Do you think I didn’t notice the little sparkle in your eyes when the sword was placed in your hands? Or the way you lit up when he mentioned Jaehyun?”

Hanbin sheathed the sword calmly. “You’re overthinking it.”

“Am I?” Hao’s voice was dangerously soft now. “Because last time I checked, he watched you eat my ass and he still wants you.”

“E-enough!” Hanbin growled, he was still mortified that Jaehyun had seen him in that position. “He’s a friend, Hao,” his tone dipped with warning. “You don’t get to punish people just for existing around me.”

“I don’t need to punish,” Hao said, stepping close, so close that Hanbin could feel his breath. “But I do need to remind.”

“Remind?” Hanbin raised a brow.

“That you’re mine.” Hao’s voice was like velvet and ash, and his fingers ghosted over Hanbin’s wrist. “Sword or not. Nobles or not. Don’t make me carve it into anyone else.”

Hanbin’s breath caught. There was fear in his chest, but it fluttered against something shamefully close to desire. He cleared his throat, stepping back. “You will not touch Jaehyun or his father.”

“I won’t,” Hao said smoothly, “as long as they remember their place.”

Hanbin exhaled and turned away, hiding the way his heart raced. “I’m going to visit them soon. That’s final.”

Behind him, Zhang Hao tilted his head, smile returning, unbothered, knowing all too well where Hanbin would end up when night fell.

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Steel rang against steel in sharp, elegant arcs. The morning sun caught on polished blades, flashing white as Prince Hanbin and Jiwoong moved across the sanded floor of the sparring courtyard. Dust kicked up with each shift of their boots, each calculated step in their deadly dance.

Hanbin adjusted his grip on his new sword, fingers tightening around the golden hilt. It was balanced perfectly, light yet firm, a natural extension of his own body. He moved with more confidence than usual, his strokes fluid, precise.

Jiwoong smirked as their blades locked. “You’re liking that new toy too much.”

Hanbin grinned, sweat beading at his brow. “It’s not a toy, hyung. This blade sings.”

Jiwoong pushed off and spun, forcing Hanbin to duck low, the blade slicing air inches above his head. “Then don’t let it lull you to sleep. Focus!”

But Hanbin’s attention wavered for just a moment, his eyes darting past Jiwoong to the edge of the courtyard. There stood Zhang Hao, arms crossed over his chest, a shadow beneath the bright sky. His dark eyes were unreadable, cold even, lips pressed into a sharp line.

Hanbin blinked. Why did he still look so… pissed?

“Focus, Seja!” Jiwoong barked.

The blade came down again, and Hanbin twisted to the side, stepping into the attack rather than away. Their swords met, and this time it was Jiwoong who faltered, just barely, his footing sliding in the sand.

Hanbin didn’t miss it. He spun low, swept Jiwoong’s leg, and with a sharp pivot, held the blade to the knight’s throat.

Jiwoong chuckled, breathless. “Well, damn. That blade really does suit you.”

Hanbin offered a hand, pulling Jiwoong up. “Told you.”

“You’ve got a meeting to prepare for,” Jiwoong reminded him, brushing sand from his armour.

Hanbin groaned. “Right, the nobles.” He glanced over his shoulder again, but Hao was gone. A frown crept across his face, even after all this time he still found it difficult to read Hao’s emotions.

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Back in his quarters, Hanbin walked with the sword still in hand, admiring the dragon-etched sheath. He opened the door and stepped inside, ready to shed the sweat of training and find comfort. Only to pause.

Zhang Hao sat by the window, bathed in sunlight like a painting come to life. His face, however, was far from serene, lips drawn tight, jaw clenched, his gaze fixed stubbornly out the window.

Hanbin approached, gently cupping Hao’s cheek. “What’s wrong?”

But Hao didn’t look at him. His gaze remained on the distant horizon, his expression unreadable.

“Hao?” Hanbin tried again, thumb brushing lightly against his skin.

The Soul Eater finally moved, only to pull away abruptly. 

Hanbin’s heart pinched, the distance between them suddenly stark. “I have to attend that meeting,” he said quietly, “but I’ll be back soon.”

Zhang Hao said nothing.

Hanbin set the new sword on the edge of the bed with a small, hopeful smile. “Maybe after… we can talk? Or—” he stopped himself. Hao still didn’t look at him.

Sighing softly, Hanbin turned and left.

The meeting dragged, as they always did. The dry season had stirred unrest among the farming regions, but Hanbin knew they had enough reserves. Still, nobles argued and squabbled, proposing policies bloated with self-interest.

By the time he exited the room, the sun had begun to dip.

He ran a hand through his hair, stifling a yawn. His bones ached, and his mind buzzed with fatigue. All he wanted now was to return to his bed, to Hao. To feel the weight of the Soul Eater’s body against his, the familiar scent of him, the dangerous comfort of his presence.

He smiled faintly, shaking his head at himself.

Gods, he was stupidly smitten.

The door creaked open, and Hanbin froze in the threshold, his breath catching in his chest. 

There, sprawled across his bed like a forbidden feast, was Hao. But it wasn’t just Hao’s lithe, sinuous body that had Hanbin’s pulse racing, it was the way he was using Hanbin’s sword. 

The polished golden hilt was buried deep inside him, Hao’s hips rolling rhythmically as he fucked himself open on it. His back arched, his lips parted in a low, wanton moan that slithered through the room like a snake. The dim light of the lanterns flickered across his sweat-slicked skin, casting shadows that danced over his taut muscles.

“Fuck, Hanbinnie,” Hao purred, his voice dripping with raw desire. He didn’t stop moving, his hand gripping the blade for balance as he thrust the hilt deeper into his tight hole. “I’ve been waiting for you. Keep watching. Watch how fucking good your sword feels inside me.”

Hanbin’s throat went dry. His new sword was now a tool for Hao’s pleasure. The sight of it sliding in and out of him, glistening with oil and sweat, was obscene. 

And yet, Hanbin couldn’t look away. His cock throbbed in his pants, straining against the fabric as if begging to be freed.

“You like what you see?” Hao teased, his eyes locking with Hanbin’s. His smirk was predatory, a challenge that set Hanbin’s blood on fire. He pulled the hilt out slowly, letting Hanbin see how stretched he was, how open and ready he’d made himself. “I’ve been thinking about you all day, Baobei. Thinking about this fucking sword. Thinking about you. I wanted to feel it inside me, wanted you to see how much I need you to fuck me.”

Hanbin’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. He should say something, do something, but his mind was a haze of lust. Hao’s words twisted around him like a rope, pulling him closer, trapping him in the spell of his seduction.

Hao let out a breathy laugh, tossing the sword onto the bed with a clatter. He spread his legs wider, his hole still glistening and twitching from the intrusion. “Come here,” he commanded, his voice low and urgent. “I’m done playing with your toy. I want the real thing. I want you, Hanbinnie. Fuck me. Fuck me like I know you’ve been thinking about.”

Hanbin didn’t need to be told twice. He crossed the room in three long strides, his hands already fumbling with the ties of his slacks. His cock sprang free, hard and aching, and Hao’s eyes dropped to it instantly. He licked his lips, his hunger undeniable.

“Fucking finally,” Hao muttered, reaching out to wrap his hand around Hanbin’s length. His touch was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure through Hanbin’s entire body. “You haven’t touched me in days. I was beginning to think my Prince was getting bored of me.” 

Hanbin groaned, his hips bucking into Hao’s grip. “Shit, Hao. You’re so—” He cut himself off, his words failing him as Hao’s fingers tightened around him, stroking him with a rhythm that was maddening.

“Yeah?” Hao taunted, his voice a sultry whisper. “Tell me what you want, baobei. Tell me how badly you want to fuck me.”

Hanbin’s hands found Hao’s hips, gripping them so tightly he was sure he’d leave marks. “I want to fuck you until you’re screaming my name,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “I want to feel how tight you are, how warm you are. I want to make you come so hard you forget your own name.”

Hao’s smirk deepened, and he released Hanbin’s cock, spreading his legs wider. “Then do it,” he dared, his eyes blazing with challenge. “And hurry up.” 

Hanbin didn’t hesitate. He grabbed Hao’s thighs, lifting them higher, exposing him completely. His cock pressed against Hao’s entrance, and he paused for a moment, savoring the anticipation. Hao was already so wet, so open, but Hanbin wanted to make him feel every inch.

“Shit, you’re so hot like this,” Hanbin muttered, his hips thrusting forward. The head of his cock slid inside, and Hao’s breath hitched, his back arching off the bed. Hanbin groaned, the feeling of Hao’s tight heat around him almost too much to handle.

“More,” Hao demanded, his hands clawing at Hanbin’s shoulders. “Give it to me, Hanbin. Fucking fuck me.”

Hanbin obeyed, pushing deeper, harder, until he was buried to the hilt. Hao let out a guttural moan, his nails digging into Hanbin’s skin. “God, you feel so good,” Hanbin growled, his hips already moving, thrusting in and out with a rhythm that was primal, desperate. “So tight, Hao. Like you were made for me.”

Hao’s head fell back, his moans growing louder with every thrust. “Yes, yes, fuck me just like that. I want to feel you all the way inside me. I want to feel you own me.”

Hanbin’s pace quickened, his hips slamming into Hao with a force that made the bed creak. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, mingling with Hao’s cries of pleasure. Every thrust sent waves of heat through Hanbin’s body, every moan from Hao’s lips only driving him closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Hanbin, don’t stop,” Hao begged, his legs wrapping around Hanbin’s waist, pulling him deeper. “I’m so close. I want to come. I want to come on your cock.”

Hanbin’s hand found Hao’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. “Come for me, Hao,” he commanded, his voice a harsh growl. “Come for me, my perfect baobei.”

Hao’s body tightened around him, his cries growing louder, more desperate. “Hanbinnie, I—” He cut off with a sharp cry, his hips bucking as he came, hot stripes of cum spilling over Hanbin’s hand and his own stomach. The sight of him falling apart, the feeling of him clenching around Hanbin’s cock, was too much.

“Shit, Hao,” Hanbin groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic, his own climax barreling towards him. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna come inside you.”

“Do it,” Hao panted, his voice wrecked, his eyes fluttering shut. “Fill me up, Hanbin. Make me yours.”

Hanbin’s hips stuttered, his cock pulsing as he came, spilling deep inside Hao. 

The feeling was euphoric, his entire body shuddering with the force of his release. He collapsed on top of Hao, their chests heaving in unison, their sweat-slicked bodies pressed together.

For a moment, they lay there in silence, the only sound their ragged breaths. Then Hao let out a shaky laugh, his fingers tracing patterns on Hanbin’s back. “Finally,” he murmured, his voice soft but teasing. “I’ve been waiting for you to do that.”

Hanbin chuckled, his lips brushing against Hao’s neck. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”

Hao grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “And you love it.”

Hanbin's chest was still heaving, his skin slick with sweat as he peeled himself away from Hao’s body. The air between them was thick, charged with the kind of heat that only comes after being so thoroughly fucked. 

Hanbin couldn’t stop gazing at the soul eater, even though Hao was pissed off with him, angered and frustrated, he still looked breathtakingly beautiful. Hao lay there, sprawled and breathless, his skin flushed and glowing in the dim light of the room. 

Hanbin wasn’t done. Not even close.

He grabbed Hao’s hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, and with a low growl, he flipped him over onto his stomach. 

Hao let out a surprised gasp, his body instinctively arching as Hanbin pulled him up onto his knees. His ass was right there, perfectly presented, round and inviting, still glistening with the remnants of oil, cum and sweat from their earlier fucking. Hanbin’s cock twitched at the sight, already hardening again, his need for Hao insatiable.

“Baobei, look at you,” Hanbin muttered, his voice rough with desire. He ran his hands over Hao’s ass, squeezing and spreading him apart, reveling in the way Hao shuddered under his touch. “You’re so perfect like this. Just begging for my cock.”

Hao let out a chuckle, his face pressing into the mattress as Hanbin teased him. “Stop talking and fuck me again,” he demanded, his voice trembling with need. “I’m not some delicate flower. I can take it, rough.”

Hanbin smirked, his fingers trailing down to Hao’s hole, teasing the rim with the blunt tip of his finger. “Oh, I know you can,” he said, his voice low and dripping with intent. He pressed his finger in, just a little, enough to make Hao gasp and arch his back. “But I’m gonna take my time with you. You’re gonna feel every inch of me.”

Hao let out a low moan, his hips pushing back against Hanbin’s hand. “Stop teasing, you asshole,” he muttered, though the way his body responded betrayed his words. “Just fuck me.” 

Hao’s eyes were dangerous, Hanbin chuckled, dark and deep, as he pulled his hand away, his cock throbbing as he pumped his hand over it. Hao was more than ready, his hole already stretched and waiting. Hanbin positioned himself behind him, the tip of his cock pressing against Hao’s entrance.

Hanbin glanced at his new sword laying beside them on the bed, he narrowed his eyes. “You want it?” Hanbin asked, his voice a low growl as he leaned over Hao’s back, his breath hot against his skin. “You want my cock?”

Hao let out a frustrated groan, his hands gripping the sheets. “Yes, I want it. Just—”

“You looked like you were having fun with my new sword.” Hanbin commented. 

He could see Hao rolling his eyes as he turned his head. “I needed to put my own stamp on it.” He growled in response. 

Hanbin ran his fingers through Hao’s hair, watching as the soul eater arched his back, trying to get Hanbin's cock back inside him. 

Hao smirked. “You were enjoying the show anyway, baob—“

Before he could finish, Hanbin thrust into him, hard and deep, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. Hao’s breath caught in his throat, his body tensing as he was filled, and then he let out a guttural moan, low and raw, as Hanbin started to move.

Hanbin didn’t hold back. He fucked Hao with a relentless pace, his hips slapping against Hao’s ass with a deafening sound that echoed through the room. His hands gripped Hao’s hips, pulling him back onto his cock with each thrust, driving into him deeper, harder, faster. The room was filled with the sound of their bodies slapping together, of Hao’s breathless gasps and Hanbin’s low growls, the air thick with the scent of sex.

“Hao, you feel so good,” Hanbin muttered, his voice strained as he fucked into Hao. “So tight. You’re taking my cock so well.”

Hao moaned, his face pressed into the mattress, his hands clawing at the sheets. “Harder,” he gasped, his voice trembling with need. “Fuck me harder.”

Hanbin growled, his fingers digging into Hao’s hips as he obliged, his thrusts becoming even more brutal, more punishing. 

He could feel Hao’s body clenching around him, tight and hot, and it drove him wild. He leaned over Hao’s back, his breath hot against his ear as he whispered, “You like that? You like how rough I am with you?”

“Yes,” Hao gasped, his voice breaking as Hanbin’s cock hit that spot inside him. “Fuck, yes, don’t stop.”

Hanbin didn’t. He kept fucking Hao with the same relentless pace, his cock sliding in and out of him with ease, each thrust driving him closer to the edge. He could feel his own orgasm building, hot and heavy in his gut, but he wasn’t ready to stop. 

He wanted to make Hao feel it, wanted to make him come first.

He reached around, his hand wrapping around Hao’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Hao let out a sharp cry, his body arching as Hanbin’s hand and cock worked him over, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

“Come for me,” Hanbin growled, his voice rough with desire. “I wanna feel you come.”

Hao didn’t need to be told twice. His body tensed, his cock pulsing in Hanbin’s hand as he came, his release spilling over Hanbin’s fingers and onto the sheets. He let out a guttural moan, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm, and Hanbin didn’t stop, fucking him through it, chasing his own release.

It didn’t take long. Hanbin’s thrusts became erratic, his breathing harsher, and then he was coming, his cock buried deep inside Hao as he spilled, his release filling him up. He let out a low groan, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm, and then he collapsed on top of Hao, their bodies slick with sweat as they caught their breath.

For a moment, they lay there in silence, the only sound their ragged breaths. Then Hao let out a shaky laugh, his voice hoarse. “Fuck, Hanbinnie. You’re gonna kill me one of these days.”

Hanbin chuckled, his lips brushing against Hao’s shoulder. “You’d love it, though.”

Hao grinned, his eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. “Yeah, I would.”

They fell into silence, the soft rustling of silk sheets was the only sound in the room, save for the quiet, unhurried breathing of them both. 

The moonlight spilled across the bed, painting them in silver, Hanbin on his side, his arm draped loosely over Hao’s waist, and Hao, staring up at the ceiling, lost in thoughts darker than the night around them.

Hanbin pressed a gentle kiss to Hao’s bare shoulder, lips lingering just long enough to draw him back to the present. “You’re quiet,” he murmured, his voice low and warm.

“I’m always quiet,” Hao replied softly, his tone unreadable.

“Not with me,” Hanbin said, nudging closer, resting his forehead between Hao’s shoulder blades. “Something’s bothering you.”

There was a pause. Then, Hao’s voice, quieter still: “You’re too soft with me.”

Hanbin blinked. “What?”

“You speak to me like I’m not what I am,” Hao whispered. “Like I’m not a monster. You look at me like I’m... human.”

Hanbin shifted, sitting up slightly so he could look down at him. “You are human,” he said gently. “Maybe not in the way they define it. But you feel. You ache. You get jealous,” he added with a slight smirk, brushing Hao’s cheek.

Hao flinched, just barely. “You still don't understand. One day, they’ll turn you against me. You’ll see what I really am, and then—”

“I already see you,” Hanbin cut in firmly.

Hao looked up at him finally, eyes wide, vulnerable. It was a rare thing, to see the Soul Eater stripped of his usual charm, his arrogance. He looked young. Uncertain.

Hanbin cradled his face in both hands now, thumbs sweeping under his eyes. “You are the only one in my heart, Hao. You know that, don’t you?”

Hao’s lips parted, as if to protest, but nothing came.

“I don't care what you are. I care who you are with me,” Hanbin continued, his voice unwavering. “You’ve never lied to me. You’ve never hurt me. You've protected me, even when I didn't ask for it. That's what matters.”

Hao blinked quickly, like he hated how much the words touched him.

“You burn brighter than any of them,” Hanbin whispered, resting their foreheads together. “And I… I’m already too far gone. There's no one else, baobei. Only you.”

Silence stretched between them again, but this time it was warm, cocooned in trust. 

Slowly, carefully, Hao’s hand reached up to curl around Hanbin’s wrist, anchoring himself in the prince’s touch.

“Then promise me,” Hao murmured. “When the world turns its back on me, when even you have every reason to hate me, you’ll still look at me like this.”

Hanbin nodded, his voice a vow: “I promise.”

And for the first time in a long while, Zhang Hao closed his eyes, not in fear or defense, but in peace.

Because for tonight, at least, he was not a weapon.

He was just Hanbin’s.