Chapter 33 Side Story 5: The Sovereign’s Sanctuary

Hwaun’s body sprawled across the desk, scattering the neatly piled reports. Remembering exactly where he was, Hwaun squeezed his eyes shut in a mix of helplessness and shock.

Here, in the very place where the Emperor and his ministers debated national affairs and shaped the future of the empire, Hwaun was sharing an intimate act with his legs spread wide. Yet, what tormented Hwaun more than the reality of the situation was his own audacity—the fact that being taken by his lover in this space actually made him feel more intensely aroused.

“Una…”

Ihan called his name as if driving in a final stake. The Emperor knew all too well that this name was the key that could most deeply disturb Hwaun’s heart.

“Look at how your entrance is fluttering.”

“Please… do not say such things…”

Hwaun spoke in a sobbing tone. Hearing those words made him feel the involuntary twitching of his body in response to the Emperor’s touch, and it felt as though he might lose his mind. Ihan continued, unyielding:

“Do you want to be claimed by me this much?”

It was a word choice unusually explicit for Ihan. Whenever he felt jealous of Hwaun’s past—a life he could never reach—he would mock and tease Hwaun with a raw, unfiltered attitude like today. It was a method Hwaun could never refuse, for he understood the heart behind it.

“Are you so desperate to take me in?”

“Huu… ngh…!”

Simultaneously, Ihan began to press his thumb firmly into the entrance. The sensation of a finger thicker than usual stretching him open from the start made Hwaun shake his head and gasp. Even the shortness of the finger brought a foreign, sharp pleasure.

“Even with all we do, how is it that you are always so narrow and tight inside…”

It sounded like a complaint, but the intent behind his voice was nothing but pure, vivid desire. Ihan swirled his thumb once to stimulate the entrance, withdrew it, and immediately thrust two fingers inside. He hooked them and began to rake against the inner walls.

“Agh! Ah… ha-ng!”

It was a completely different pace from his usual rhythm, where he would give Hwaun time to adjust. Lost in the sensation, Hwaun’s hips bucked, and he let out a series of broken moans.

“Damn it…….”

At that honest reaction, Ihan cursed under his breath. Hwaun was still so tight, yet Ihan was already at his limit. If they had oil, he would have soaked the entrance to ease the burden, but this was the Hall of State. No matter how accustomed Ihan was to embracing Hwaun in various places, he did not keep oils in the Great Hall.

Just as Ihan bit his lip, trying to figure out how to relax Hwaun further, Hwaun reached out and weakly gripped the Emperor’s robes.

“Your Majesty, it is alright now….”

“……?”

“It is enough… please, just hold me now, Your Majesty….”

It wasn’t true. It couldn’t possibly be “alright.” It wasn’t enough. Yet, Hwaun was begging Ihan to stop the preparation and simply enter him.

The Emperor looked dazed for a moment. Even in this state, Hwaun was accurately guessing his lover’s condition and pushing himself to fulfill that desire. Ihan knew Hwaun was that kind of man, yet his heart surged with renewed emotion. He felt he might even shed tears, dignity be damned.

This was the reason Ihan could tolerate, and even promote, Seo-cheon. This was why he could accept their special bond despite knowing the truth.

This absolute affection from Hwaun. This love fixed solely on the Emperor. This devotion, which would see Hwaun willingly jump into the fires of hell for Ihan’s sake, allowed Ihan to remain a benevolent sovereign despite his own massive, possessive jealousy.

“You will be hurt…,” Ihan said in a voice that sounded like a sob. He truly didn’t know what he wanted more: the urge to force himself inside or the desire not to cause Hwaun even a grain of pain.

“It is still so small…”

“I… I can no longer bear it, Your Majesty….”

Hwaun told him that he would take responsibility for even that confusion. He was saying that even if the Emperor hurt him, that pain itself would make him happy.

“Please, enter me now….”

Ihan had no strength left to resist. With hurried movements, he unfastened the front of his dragon robes. The layers of fabric were so bothersome he nearly cursed aloud.

Finally, two large hands gripped Hwaun’s hips firmly. Hwaun took a deep breath, bracing for the pain to come. Though their union was frequent enough that it was no longer “unfamiliar,” the initial entry was always difficult.

Ihan, equally worried, licked his dry lips. If Hwaun was in pain, Ihan would suffer even more. Yet, mocking his own uncontrollable excitement, Ihan slowly began to push himself into Hwaun.

“Nngh……!”

“Huu… Una…….”

Choosing the pain didn’t make it hurt any less. The pressure of being stretched tight made Hwaun’s body stiffen instantly with tension. He felt every bit of the Emperor filling him, pushing against his organs as the entrance widened to its limit.

Trying not to lose the tender voice whispering “Una” in his ear, Hwaun fought to relax his muscles. It wasn’t easy. But Hwaun wanted to accept the Emperor faster, deeper.

“Ah… huu…….”

“Ugh….”

Pushing into a space that hadn’t yet been prepared was difficult for Ihan as well. If he had simply followed his own lust, he could have easily thrust his hips and torn his way in, but because he didn’t want Hwaun to be injured, every single movement had to be cautious. He was painfully aware that he was a man who could break Hwaun’s body at any moment.

When he was halfway inside, Ihan paused and leaned down. He kissed Hwaun deeply—Hwaun, who had been biting his own lip to endure the pain. He soothed the bitten lower lip with his tongue before thrusting it deep into Hwaun’s mouth.

Hwaun took in the Emperor’s tongue and inhaled sharply. This was a gentle warning. It meant the Emperor would finish the entry all at once rather than dragging it out. Hwaun’s hands gripped the Emperor’s sturdy arms tight.

Taking the signal, the Emperor thrust hard, bottoming out inside Hwaun with a dull thud.

“Mmph…!”

A pained moan leaked through their joined lips. Ihan, not wanting to lose even that breath, kissed him more fiercely, ravaging the inside of Hwaun’s mouth. It felt as though another, smaller member had been inserted into his mouth.

With both his top and bottom occupied by Ihan’s flesh, Hwaun could only let out muffled whimpers.

After filling him completely, Ihan finally broke the kiss. He gripped Hwaun’s hips and slowly pulled back. As the inner walls, which had been tightly clamped around the Emperor, were dragged along by the movement, Hwaun threw his head back and gasped.

“Ha-ng! Huu… ah……!”

“You are so beautiful, Una….”

Unlike his savage member that looked ready to break Hwaun, Ihan’s words were as tender as spring sunlight. He seemed to have already forgotten his threat of “punishment.” Hwaun, his heart crumbling at that warmth, looked up at Ihan with tearful eyes.

Ihan slowly rubbed Hwaun’s lower abdomen, which was slick with semen. Hwaun instinctively bit his lip again. In these moments, the Emperor’s tenderness was always a precursor to the intensity to come.

Meeting Hwaun’s expectation, the Emperor pressed down hard on his lower belly with his palm and thrust into him again with a heavy thud.

“Agh! Ah, Ma—hng!”

The Emperor’s member tunneled aggressively into the space made even narrower by the pressure of his palm. On Hwaun’s thin stomach, now swollen from housing the Emperor, the visible bulge of the entry was clearly traced by the pressing hand.

Losing the last of his patience to wait, Ihan stopped hesitating. He pulled back and thrust into the entrance again with all his might.