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Seungmin wasn’t happy. No one in his situation would be. King to be of the neighbouring existence tumbling through a bush portal only ever rumoured about to fall splat on some concrete at the foot of three rowdy boys was an absolute menace. He’d have to talk to the palace guards about this when he got back, he simply couldn’t afford such inconveniences, especially when they led to such deteriorated worlds in which the first reaction of people seeing a stranger tumble out of a bush is to present the said stranger with a plateful of carbs and sugar, and then to promptly forget about his existence as they chat about basketball and something called bondage.
Well that was two of the people who he’d fallen in front of; the blonde curly haired guy and the black haired buff one. Seungmin decided he didn’t like them; they wore sleeveless shirts and they smelled of soil and sweat. In fact, Seungmin decided that he liked them even less than the sticky, shabby restaurant they were in, his distaste only growing when they concluded their conversation and decided to notice him again in the form of an interrogation.
“You planning on telling us your name?” asked the buff one, setting down the basketball in his grip and turning to face Seungmin. Seungmin eyed him warily. He looked intimidating; the type which was half acting and half a bloated ego. Typical.
“Why should I, people like you don’t deserve to even hear my name,” he said.
“People like us? Are you high man?” said the guy indignantly.
“What’s high?” asked Seungmin. It was probably some half assed slang but still. The buff guy snorted.
“Yeah right you don’t know what high is, he’s probably playing out some big fat dare Chan,” he said, turning to the blonde guy.
“You think?” asked Chan, leaning forward.
“Yep,” said the guy. “If this is a joke kid, lay it off.”
“It’s not a joke and I’m not a kid, I’m a prince.” The buff guy sniggered. Not like Seungmin had expected him to believe him though. He’d been told that the people in this existence could be quite small minded, though no one had specified the sweaty teenage ones.
“You hearing this Chan?” said the buff guy, a smirk dancing on his face.
“Loud and clear,” grinned the blonde one, leaning across the table and looking at Seungmin, but with friendlier eyes. Seungmin didn’t trust him. He probably thought he was very noble and all; hero complex. “I’m Chan, and this is Changbin, and it’d do you a favour to be a little nice,” he said. Definitely hero complex.
“I don’t care,” said Seungmin, raising his nose slightly, just the way his father taught him to look at his subjects.
“Well it’s a good thing we do because you looked a tad lost back there.”
“I’m not lost.”
“Oh really, you didn’t know how to work a diner menu, that’s how lost you are.”
“I don’t usually order myself, my butler does it for me.”
“Butler? Pshh,” snorted Changbin. “He’s full of bullshit, did you bang your head on the floor when you fell?”
“I really do hope so, it’d be a relief to know you aren’t real.”
“You’re quite the little fuck aren’t you?” said Changbin.
“No I’m not, I’m Prince Seungmin of the neighbouring existence but you probably don’t even know that there are multiple existences, you look like the kind of person who has their brain in their penis,” said Seungmin, highly irritated at the boys’ tones of voice. If they knew who he was they wouldn’t treat him like this. Usually a few snarky remarks always put a person in their place, but these boys didn’t seem to be down with it.
Changbin had somehow found offence and not a lesson in Seungmin’s previous words however, and had reached his hands out as if to grab Seungmin by the collar. He was intercepted quickly by Chan though, who grabbed his arm and hauled him and all his muscles back into his seat.
“No offence Prince Seungmin,” started Chan, his face no longer very welcoming, “But I think you have a screw loose and I’d seriously advise seeing a doctor.”
“Are you suggesting I’m deranged,” cried Seungmin, rising. He heard both a yes and no and a “Shut up Changbin,” and then he felt Chan grab his arm and pull him back down on his seat.
“Not deranged just- just see a doctor okay, you really don’t seem to be joking around.”
“Not on my life will I see any doctor other than the one at the palace, thank you very much.” Chan just groaned.
“Seriously dude? You can stop the palace nonsense now.”
“It’s not nonsense for heavens sake,” cried Seungmin again. But one more look at the two boys’ faces told him that he wasn’t going get them convinced, ever. He let out an exasperated sigh. “Fine, I know you guys aren’t going to believe me so at least just take me to the place we met. Maybe the portal is still open.” Changbin snorted.
“He’s really got his head in the clouds, this one. Bloody portal he says. Think it’s gonna take you back home huh?”
“Yes,” replied Seungmin. Leave the ignorant ignorant if they wish to remain that way.
“Well all right then, whatever sails your boat. Me and Changbin are headed back in that area anyways, we have a half court match against those losers Jisung and Hyunjin,” said Chan.
“Jisung?” asked Changbin, turning to Chan. “Didn’t Minho break his arm the other day for messing with his girl.”
“No, that was someone else,” came a new voice. It was the third boy, white haired, freckled and looking like a generic teenager who was very much done with life. In the split second Seungmin became aware of him, he decided he liked him, not because he looked done with life, those people didn’t settle well with him, but because he hadn’t opposed his story.
“Nah Felix, I swear it was Jisung,” insisted Changbin.
“It wasn’t,” the new boy deadpanned, barely looking up from wherever he’d been staring.
“Yeah I heard it was some Jeongin guy actually. But fuck that, we’re getting late, let’s go,” said Chan, rising. He and Changbin shuffled out of their seats, standing. “You coming Lix? We’re gonna escort our dear prince here back home. I’m probably gonna need you to take him to the hospital when his plan fails.” Felix looked up at this finally, seeming only to now take Seungmin in properly.
“I’d rather not Chan, I have to be back here anyways. My brother probably needs me to stay another half an hour and lock up.”
“Oh come on Lix, we’ll miss our match if we have to deal with this dunderhead when his plan fails,” whined Changbin.
“No Changbin.”
“Come on Lixie, I’ll tell you who stole your weed then.” Felix looked away from Seungmin, glaring at Changbin sharply.
“What? If you fucking knew why didn’t you tell me before?”
“For a moment like this,” grinned Changbin. Felix groaned.
“Okay fine, but if he has a go at me for not being here on time it’s on you.”
“Hey, it’s not my fault your brother owns this place.”
“It isn’t mine either,” mumbled Felix, but he rose. To Seungmin he also seemed a little crude, but not mean like the other two boys. He seemed tolerable, and as they walked out of the diner and into the humid heat of the July night and the chirping of crickets, Seungmin attempted to make his case again, only to be abruptly stopped.
“Don’t think I believe your batshit story either Seungmin, just because I didn’t say anything earlier,” said Felix, hands in his pockets as he walked. Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows.
“But not showing a negative response tends to mean a positive one.”
“Trust me, believing you is the biggest negative response,” muttered the boy.
“Honestly? Is everyone on this earth like this?” Seungmin asked. It was truly his bad luck that the people who’d found him were the meanest and most unaccepting ever. He felt himself becoming perturbed. He gripped his shirt and fanned himself with it. He was becoming sweaty too.
“You mean sane?” asked Felix.
“I mean close minded.”
“I think you’re looking for a hippy.”
“What’s a hippy?” Felix looked up at him.
“What’s a- are you good? I think Chan was right, you need a hospital.”
“Not you too,” groaned Seungmin, patting his forehead dry with his sleeve. He’d gotten this shirt barely last week and the state of it was dreadful. Princes don’t sweat; they’re not supposed to, but here he was. He swore the walk to the diner was shorter than this, and definitely less mosquito infested. At least Chan and Changbin weren’t up in his nose.
“Okay My Prince,” said Changbin suddenly, halting abruptly from in front of Seungmin. Never mind. “Here’s your precious bush, please make yourself scarce and we’ll be on our way.”
Seungmin took a deep breath at the words, wanting no more than to rattle Changbin to his bones and bring his family to financial crisis. But he brushed that back (princes don’t act out of spite) and he walked towards the hedge, examining it closely to find the specific bush he’d fallen through.
“I think it’s this one,” he said, after pacing to and fro for a bit. The said bush was of fuzzy leaves and purple flowers, and after he’d pointed to it, Chan and Changbin took to giving it a few kicks.
“Looks like a pretty normal bush to me,” said Chan, dropping the basketball in his grip on it a couple of times.
“That’s the point,” said Seungmin, “Now stand back a bit, I’ve got to run through it. It doesn’t work if you’re slow.”
“Sure sure,” said Chan, moving away. Seungmin also took a few steps back, preparing himself for the jolt he’d felt when he first fell through.
But it didn’t come. Instead, as he flung himself at the bush, all he felt was a few twigs whacking his face and scratching his arms, and a falling feeling, instead of whizzing into his existence, followed by a pain in his shoulder as he hit the grass.
He sat up, disgruntled. “It really had to be a timed portal huh,” he mumbled to himself, rubbing his shoulder.
“Well Seungmin,” came a voice from above him a moment later. It was Chan, leaning over the bush and grinning down at him, face illuminated in the white streetlight. “How’s the air down there?” Seungmin rolled his eyes.
“You should know, seeing that you’ve spent your life living at the bottom of the social ladder.” Chan scowled.
“Do you want your bloody head punched off?” said Changbin, raising a fist threateningly at the words as he walked over and joined Chan.
“Oh shut the fuck up Bin and let’s get moving, I have to get back,” said Felix from a distance; Seungmin couldn’t exactly see past the vast of bush. Changbin let out a few swear words but he receded, glaring at Seungmin. Chan reached out a hand to help Seungmin up, which the latter swatted away before rising and joining the others.
“Well, since Prince Charming’s plan didn’t work, Felix is gonna have to take him to the hospital, and Chan and I will be on our way,” said Changbin, patting Felix on the head condescendingly and strolling off. Chan jogged up to join him.
“I’m not taking him anywhere you fucker,” called Felix.
“Then take him back to the damn diner, he’s your problem now,” replied Changbin.
“Fuck you.”
“You too baby.”
Felix grumbled, glaring at Seungmin. “Why the fuck did Chan and Changbin think bringing you to dinner would be a good idea.”
“That was probably before they decided I was crazy.”
“Yeah true,” said Felix. “Now anyways, I really have to get back and if I try to get rid of you... well nothing but I’m not a monster just yet so I give you permission to accompany me.”
“Why would I want to accompany you?” said Seungmin.
“Because you have no where else to go now stop being a prick and come,” said Felix, turning on his heels and heading right back up the road they came from. Seungmin groaned internally. The last thing he wanted was to spend more time with a close minded fiend but he knew that the portal would still take about two hours to open up, and he didn’t fancy being eaten alive by the extensive array of bugs they hadn’t gotten rid of here, so he followed Felix.
As they arrived outside the diner, Seungmin spotted a well built young man standing outside the door, tapping his foot impatiently on the ground and clutching a pair of keys. At seeing Felix, he called out.
“There you are Lix, someone said they’d seen you go out.”
“I swear I didn’t mean to be late,” said Felix, jogging up to the man and grabbing the keys from him.
“Just don’t do it again, now lock up in twenty when the guys inside are done with the dishes okay?”
“Yeah sure,” said Felix, turning around and walking to the entrance.
“See you at home,” said the man, Felix’s brother Seungmin concluded, as he hopped into a van.
“Yeah yeah,” said Felix, opening the door and ushering Seungmin inside. The place was empty now; the blinds drawn, the chairs flipped onto the tables and the counters shining with chemicals and residual grease. Felix approached a table, turning over a chair and sitting down.
“Make yourself comfortable,” he said, indicating to the other chairs. Seungmin eyed them. Earlier when he’d sat down, he’d been too distracted by the smells of oil and sweat and sugar and the glaring lights to consider the hygiene of the place, but now that he’d grown accustomed to the rest, he realised that sitting on those seats was probably more dangerous than touching Changbin.
“I’m good,” he said, shuffling over and standing awkwardly in front of Felix.
“You sure?” Seungmin nodded. “Suit yourself,” shrugged the boy. There was a few moments of silence. Seungmin continued to stand awkwardly, the fact that Felix seemed completely relaxed irking him. He was eyeing him queerly, with a slight smile dancing on his face. Seungmin didn’t like it.
“By the way,” spoke Felix, looking up at Seungmin. “Are you human?”
“Wouldn’t that be the first question a person asks?” said Seungmin, eyebrows furrowing.
“Never occurred to me before, you do look very human.”
“That’s because I am.”
“Prove it.”
“How?”
“Show me your dick.” Seungmin’s eyes went wide.
“Excuse me?” He started. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“Well it should prove that you’re not an alien, a girl or AI- you know what AI is right?” Seungmin sighed.
“Yes I know what AI is, I’m not uneducated.”
“You don’t know what a hippy is.”
“On top of educated, I am also royalty. I’m sure commoners in my existence use language like that too.”
“Oh fuck you and your existences,” groaned Felix. He reached out, grabbing Seungmin by the waistband of his trousers and pulling him forward. Without giving Seungmin even a second to react, he gripped the waistband better and pulled it right down, along with Seungmin’s underwear. Seungmin gasped, and pulled away from Felix, his dick flopping pathetically as he moved.
“So you are a human,” said Felix, his eyes wandering down.
“Yes I am bloody human,” said Seungmin, blushing furiously as he attempted to pull his trousers back up.
“Nuh uh uh,” tutted Felix, pulling Seungmin back and swatting his hands away. “It still might be an alien dick for all I know, I need a better look.”
“Hey, no offence but even if we’re from different existences, I’m still from Earth and social protocol dictates that pulling someone’s pants down is highly immoral, even on your Earth.”
“Uhuh?” said Felix, not listening and instead asking another question. “Seungmin have you had sex before?” Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows.
“I’m not a prude,” he replied.
“Well that’s fun,” smiled Felix, poking Seungmin’s dick experimentally. It twitched and Seungmin gasped. “Ever had sex with a guy?”
“N-no, never felt the need.”
“Well, what do you say?”
“To?”
“Having sex with a guy.”
“I say- fuck.” At the moment, Felix had moved his hand down and had started rubbing Seungmin’s dick. The sensation was papery and not fun at all, but his body still reacted, dick filling out.
“Felix, touching someone’s penis is really not very polite,” said Seungmin, trying to wriggle out of the other boy’s grasp.
“Nor is calling my friends low lives, but I guess we all mess up here and there don’t we,” said the boy, looking Seungmin in the eye and smiling far too sweetly as he stopped the stroking and started pressing into his dick almost painfully. Seungmin let out a whimper.
“It- it hurts Felix, stop.”
“It hurts does it?” mocked Felix, pressing harder. “Probably teach you a lesson for being such a condescending bitch.” Seungmin whimpered again. He didn’t like being told he’d done something wrong, it never happened anyway, but in the end, the pressure and Felix’s harsh yet sweet tone made an unwelcome feeling bloom in Seungmin’s gut.
“Now Seungmin,” started Felix, “Tell me honestly, do you want me to stop? Because from what I can tell, you don’t.” Seungmin didn’t say anything, whimpering some more and letting out a few splutters. Felix removed his hands at this. “Are you sure Seungminnie?” he asked again.
Now Seungmin wasn’t gay. He wasn’t a stranger to the concept either but he’d never indulged in it himself, finding girls quite adequate as they were. But Felix here, sending shivers down his spine with his deep voice and teasing fingers, had him thinking that maybe seeing how it went with a man might not be such a bad idea. It wasn’t like he could ever try at home, it was much too fussy. It wasn’t like he could turn away now either. Not with Felix pursing his red lips and and sitting back into the chair with his legs spread, waiting for an answer- waiting for him.
“Don’t- don’t stop,” breathed out Seungmin, his face heating up impossibly more. Felix gave a catlike grin and he moved forward, his feline features approaching Seungmin’s now fully hard dick.
“Great,” he said, before grabbing Seungmin by the back of his thighs and pulling him closer, licking a stripe up his dick. Seungmin gasped. Felix latched on, wrapping his lips around Seungmin’s head and nudging closer to his body until his mouth was full. Seungmin hated it. He hated the way that even from down there, Felix seemed to be mocking him, and he hated the way he loved it. He also liked the nerve stimulus too- quite an add on. Happens when someone sucks your dick.
It took a few moments of Felix bobbing his head and Seungmin grabbing the boy’s white hair to have Seungmin start to feel a warm coiling and twisting in his abdomen. He let out a few strangled moans, and Felix pulled right off at hearing them. Seungmin took a deep breath.
“You stopped.”
“Yep,” said Felix, rising. His lips were glossy and wet and he wiped the mess off them nonchalantly with the back of his sleeve. “I have no idea what your stamina is like so the only time you’re cumming is with my dick in you.”
Seungmin bit his lip, breath hitching at merely the thought of the feeling. He’d never had a dick in him before but from what he knew was if you’re turned on, it feels good. And fuck was he turned on right now.
“S- sure,” said Seungmin as Felix moved closer to him. They were now face to face, and though Felix was slightly shorter than him, Seungmin couldn’t help but feel towered over. Felix smirked at Seungmin’s flushed expression before pressing their lips together, moving his hands to rest on Seungmin’s waist.
Felix’s lips were skilled and sinful, and Seungmin couldn’t help but moan out loud as he nibbled on his lips. The moan turned into a gasp as Felix moved his hands to Seungmin’s ass, kneading and stroking it while he bit and suckled at Seungmin’s milky skin.
“Aren’t there people here though?” asked Seungmin breathlessly.
“Yeah but they’ll use the back door when they’re done,” replied Felix between working a hikey onto Seungmin’s neck. Seungmin was about to retaliate and say that they should maybe wait till they left, but Felix had, in the moment he’d been thinking that, disappeared behind the long counter in the middle of the room, and had re appeared with a small bottle in one hand, fingers of the other wet and shiny. Without letting Seungmin say a word, Felix kissed him again, sliding the hand to his ass and pushing a finger into Seungmin’s hole. Seungmin gasped.
“What the fuck-“ he started, pulling away. Felix only laughed.
“Yes it feels weird right now and yes it will feel better in a minute,” he said. “But right now I think we need a better angle.” With those words, he pulled his finger out and steered Seungmin to the counter, evading the stools drilled to the ground. Then, hitching Seungmin’s shirt up to his chest, he pushed him down, so that he was bent over the surface.
It was a strangely thrilling position. The counter was that measly metal which sent all light dancing off it, and the whole of Seungmin’s abdomen was now pressed against it’s cold surface. His ass was also on full display, and he could feel Felix playing with it, running his fingers up and down his crack teasingly. Seungmin felt humiliated; this was not his natural disposition. He felt humiliated and naked and watched and it sent uncanny shivers of pleasure through him, his want for Felix surmounting. Never in his life did he think he’d ever submit to someone, but here he was; bent over for a basic commoner and loving every second of it.
It only became better when Felix pushed a wet finger into his hole again. Before, the sensation had been odd, but now he could feel it all. He could feel every scrape and rub of Felix’s finger on his walls, and a burning stretch when Felix added another. He whimpered. He could just feel Felix grinning behind him.
“You liking this my Prince?” he asked teasingly, pumping and scissoring.
“Y- yeah sure,” breathed out Seungmin.
“Yeah sure?” scoffed Felix. “I’ll give you yeah sure.” With that, Felix plunged another finger in, and Seungmin cried out. The width stretched his hole and it was uncomfortable, but at the same time Felix’s fingers brushed a certain spot inside him, making him melt into the counter.
“Oh fuck-“ he cried. Felix laughed.
“Gotcha,” he said, giving a few hard thrusts before removing his hand completely. Seungmin took a deep breath. His heart was racing and all he seemed to feel was the pleasure in his gut, a sticky patch on the counter and the way his breath seemed stuck in throat.
Just when he was about to reorient himself however, he felt something long, hard and warm push into his hole, hitting that sweet spot right away. Seungmin’s knees almost buckled, and he would have fallen if it hadn’t been for Felix’s clean hand steadying him by his waist.
“Holy shit,” he gasped, clenching around Felix’s dick. Felix groaned.
“Fuck you feel so good, you and your pretty virgin hole,” he said, and it reassured Seungmin that he also sounded decidedly breathless. He clenched again and Felix outright moaned. It was a prettier sound than Seungmin would have thought it to be; the cries of a sex hungry male. Not like he was doing any better.
“Shit- shit,” he moaned. Felix had started moving, albeit slowly.
“Feel good My Prince?” he asked liltingly. Seungmin nodded, pushing back a bit. The sensation of Felix filling him up was undeniably satisfying, and in the moment Seungmin felt like he couldn’t get enough. He wished Felix would move faster.
Well, it didn’t have to stay a wish.
“Move- move faster,” he gasped, letting all shreds of dignity go. He prayed Felix would listen, but instead he just halted all motion. Seungmin cried out in frustration. He was about to retaliate when Felix moved a hand to clamp his mouth shut, leaning over and speaking into his ear.
“You want me to move faster My Prince?” Seungmin nodded. “Well why don’t you ask like a good boy?”
Shivers ran down Seungmin’s spine as the words fell out of Felix’s mouth. He wanted to beg but at the same time he didn’t. He was too good to beg, he had a dignity, he was-
“Holy fuck,” he cried. Felix had taken a long slam, hitting his prostate dead on, and then halting. Seungmin crumbled. “Please Felix, please fuck me harder,” he begged.
“Good boy,” cooed Felix, picking up a steady pace. They kept this up until Seungmin felt that familiar knot again, and Felix’s thrusts became sporadic.
“Gonna cum,” moaned Seungmin, and Felix could only grunt in reply. As he came closer and closer to orgasm, his controlling act simmered, and Seungmin used that to make him pound harder and harder. But now that he couldn’t move any faster and Seungmin legs were about to collapse, the last of his energy used in jacking himself off lamely, the only way out of it was orgasm.
And it came, in full force and with a melting sensation that had Seungmin jelly. He felt his cum spurt out and coat the sides of the counter, as Felix shot his load into him. The whole ordeal was warm and sticky and the cum coating his walls was an odd yet satisfying sensation.
Seungmin slowly stood up as Felix pulled out of him with a groan. What a bloody mess.
One sticky reclothing and eight cum covered tissues later, Seungmin found himself and Felix standing next to the bush portal, waiting for exactly two hours since his arrival to strike. Felix was silently watching Seungmin silently watch the bush with a look of disdain on his face, hand on his hip. Seungmin could feel the disbelief radiating off him and he could only pray that the portal would actually open, one to get home, and two to prove Felix wrong.
“And that’s two hours since we found you,” announced Felix, glancing at his wristwatch and then at Seungmin expectantly.
“Just give it a second,” said Seungmin, not taking his eyes off the green.
“One. Two-“
“Not what I meant you prude but- oh look, there it is,” said Seungmin excitedly, pointing at the bush and the way it had started to shimmer slightly. He’d been a bloody idiot to forget to check for the shimmer last time. Felix moved closer, squinting to get a better look. He was still and silent for a moment, in awe Seungmin hoped, before he stood up straight.
“Nah, it’s the light playing tricks, try again Seungmin,” he concluded, stepping back. Despite his denial, Seungmin couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes still lingered on the bush. He grinned.
“See if you can blame this on the light,” he said, before stepping back a bit and running right into the bush.
Maybe he hadn’t said goodbye properly and maybe he hadn’t throttled Changbin, but the gasp and the “No fucking way,” he heard in the distance as he was whisked back into his existence was definitely worth the ordeal.
Or maybe it was the fuck. Who knows.