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The walk back to the chambers was tougher than they imagined. The air was thick with a kind of tension that was pleasant yet managed to make them keep a distance of a few feet. It was not awkward. They were just shy.
It was a different kind of shyness this time- one after confessing their feelings and confirming and sealing it.
The corridors were dark if not for the moonlight kissing them at intervals.
Taehyung could hear Jeongguk’s breaths in the loud silence. He squeezed his eyes momentarily, fiddling with his fingers, as he kept his head hanging low.
I wondered how I could face Jeongguk from then on. I knew if I looked at him again, I would just lose it entirely and completely. There would be nothing coherent left of me.
Reluctantly, Taehyung came to a halt near his door.
“I will see you tomorrow then, General.” He stammered, cheeks flaming and heart beating in his ears. He did not wait for a response, opening his doors and walking in, but before he could close them again, a hand pressed itself on the pane, stopping him.
“Your Highness.” Jeongguk spoke a little loudly and he seemed unprepared, as he went silent just after that, no words on his tongue.
Taehyung opened the door, fingers gripping the handle tightly. “Yes?”
"I just realised, I left something of mine at your chambers." Jeongguk rushed.
Taehyung frowned, “Oh. What is it?”
Jeongguk chuckled, standing upright. "I cannot recall. But, perhaps if I look around, I might remember."
Taehyung swallowed, opening the pane wider.
“I see. Please, go ahead.” He whispered, smiling and lowering his eyes when he noticed the way Jeongguk was staring at him. The younger contained his grin at Taehyung’s bashfulness. He looked so very adorable.
Jeongguk entered, urging Taehyung to back off slowly, as he watched him shutting the door behind himself casually, before crossing him to walk inside. His boots thumped on the floor as he circled the room excruciatingly slow and Taehyung believed there was something off about his behaviour.
“Did you find it?” He could not help himself from asking. He needed some time alone to gather himself and Jeongguk so close to him was sending his mind haywire.
Jeongguk hummed thoughtfully, before his eyes moved towards Taehyung. Taehyung keened internally when he trudged up to him, but instead of stopping in front of him, he moved around to stand behind him.
“I guess, I did.” He whispered and tingles ran down Taehyung’s spine, when he felt Jeongguk’s breaths close to his neck. “It was with me all day and I did not even realise.” Taehyung gasped, when Jeongguk suddenly held him by his waist, pulling him back flush against his chest. “So, very foolish of me.” He chortled and the sound reverberated through Taehyung’s skin, making him close his eyes as he leaned back into his touch.
“Will you tell me what it is?” Taehyung breathed, hands finding Jeongguk’s, which held him down in a vice grip.
“I’m afraid I cannot.” He sighed, leaving a ghost of a kiss below Taehyung’s ear, feeling the goosebumps arise immediately. His own heart raced in its cage. He surprised himself every time he felt that growling urge to dominate Taehyung, which he had never felt before- to hold him down in a mess of tears, handle him like a precious doll and at the same time break him relentlessly.
“But, perhaps I can show you instead.”
Taehyung gasped, when Jeongguk turned him around, hooking his arms below his knees and around his waist, picking him up and walking towards his bed.
“Jeongguk.” Taehyung blushed, clasping his palms at the back of his neck. “Put me down.”
“Why? I am taking what is mine.” Jeongguk shrugged, earning a grin from Taehyung, as he hid his face against Jeongguk’s neck, before looking up at him, finding him staring with adoration floating in his dark eyes. It was easy to get lost in them. But, right now, he wanted to be found. By Jeongguk- by his touch, his affection.
Taehyung leaned in, pressing their lips together, leaving Jeongguk in a stupor by the unexpected gesture. His eyes soon became heavy, and he shut them, kissing him back, moving their lips in a chaste and pleasant rhythm.
He leaned down, lowering Taehyung on his bed and gasped, when the older pulled him in. Jeongguk gathered himself just in time to not bump Taehyung’s head with his.
“Be careful there.” He chuckled, brushing back a few strands of hair from Taehyung’s face, who pulled his lips together.
“You will not leave now, right?”
Jeongguk swallowed, managing a sceptical chortle, “I don’t intend to. But… but what if the Emper-”
“He will not come in today. He has something important to do.” Taehyung smiled, running his fingers down Jeongguk’s collar. “You don’t have to worry about him.”
Jeongguk still did not look so convinced.
“Jeonggukie, you can trust me.” Taehyung whined and Jeongguk sighed.
“I don’t mean-”
His words were snatched out of his mouth when Taehyung pressed their lips together again, pulling Jeongguk closer, so that he lay on top of him.
The older pulled away briskly, smiling playfully at him, “You’re talking a lot.”
Jeongguk sighed heavily, propping himself up on his lower arms to have a look at Taehyung’s face.
“I just love you so much.” He whispered and the playful glint in Taehyung’s eyes dimmed. He sighed, caressing Jeongguk’s cheek with his fingers.
“I love you too.” Taehyung chuckled, pulling Jeongguk closer by his nape and the younger closed his eyes, resting his head on Taehyung’s chest, engulfing himself in the comfort of his steady breaths.
“I wonder if I’ve ever felt happier in my life.” Taehyung said softly, fingers combing through Jeongguk’s raven locks and he heard the younger chuckle, before he was looking up at him.
“I still cannot believe this.” Jeongguk mumbled, caressing Taehyung’s waist where his robe had slid off his warm skin, making the older shiver at the cold touch of his digits. “Are you really here with me?”
Taehyung sighed shakily at the urgency in his tone, his throat burning with the onset of unshed tears. His heart felt heavy every time he realised that he could never feel how Jeongguk had felt for all these years, trapped under the power of what was supposed to be his throne. Whatever he had to go through, to bury all his emotions in the depths of the Han. And Taehyung did not even know half of it yet.
“I am right here, Jeongguk. I’m not leaving.” Taehyung whispered, cupping his face and pressing a soft kiss to the thin scar that ran across his cheekbone. Jeongguk sighed at that, closing his eyes. He did not realise how his fingers had pressed against Taehyung’s knee and the force made him part his leg, from where he was already lying between his limbs.
Taehyung pulled back and finally both of them seemed to take notice of it. Jeongguk rolled his tongue on his cheek, and when he looked up at Taehyung again, the brunet’s breath hitched. It was a form of innocence that was twined with desire and Taehyung could see how Jeongguk was unaware of it. He could feel everything that Jeongguk’s eyes wanted to say to him– with every erratic breath, with the way his hand shivered against his skin. It was devotion. It was devotion and the vehemence trembled Taehyung to his very core.
“It is alright, Jeongguk.” He inhaled sharply before exhaling, “I want you to… I want…” Taehyung shook his head, biting onto his lower lip.
“What do you want me to do?” Jeongguk breathed out, his gaze lowering to Taehyung’s lips. “I’d do it in a heartbeat, Your Highness.”
Taehyung chuckled, biting onto his lower lip momentarily before running his thumb up Jeongguk’s jaw.
“I want you to touch me, I… I want to feel you. Against me.” He paused to catch his breath, “Inside me.”
Jeongguk could feel the wheels in his head grinding to a halt. He wondered if this was one of his feverish midnight dreams from which he woke up with a start, sweating profusely, sighing at the tent in his trousers. However, right now, feeling Taehyung’s fingers pulling the strings of his hanbok open and sliding his hand inside to press his palm against his chest, felt a little too real.
“Would you do that, General?” Taehyung’s voice was coy and Jeongguk’s patience was running short, which was evident in the way his trousers tightened against his thighs.
“Fucking hell.” Jeongguk grunted, before snickering, “You do not know what I am about to do to you.” And Taehyung’s heart stuttered before racing against time at his possible fate in the next few moments.
“I do not wish to know.” Taehyung stammered, sliding Jeongguk’s hanbok off his shoulder and keeping his eyes on the inked snake that looked so majestic on his strong arm. “I want you to… show me instead.”
Jeongguk cursed under his breath, before Taehyung felt his hand sliding slowly up his thigh, squeezing the flesh that pressed against his palm. Taehyung only had his undergarment beneath and that did not help at all, when he felt himself leaking down there.
“I’ll show you indeed, Your Highness.” Jeongguk whispered, his breaths tickling Taehyung’s ear, who tilted his head, gripping Jeongguk’s hanbok tightly. He gasped, when he felt Jeongguk pushing his legs apart further and it felt as if a dam broke and more fluid gushed out of Taehyung’s core. Taehyung jerked up at that.
“I haven’t shown anything yet, though.” Jeongguk snickered, tugging at the ribbons and Taehyung could feel air against his flower. He whimpered, when Jeongguk buried his face in the crook of his neck, and his hand went up to fist his locks. “Not even remotely close.”
“Please.” Taehyung sighed, feeling the brush of fingertips on his dainty flaps, before they were pushing them apart agonisingly slow. And it did not take long for the brunet to cry out, when Jeongguk’s thumb pressed against his throbbing and wet clitoris, circling it with utmost gentleness, yet Taehyung could feel how it was deliberate and meant to tease him out of his wits.
Taehyung did not realise when Jeongguk untied his robe and now it hung loosely around his shoulders, with everything for Jeongguk’s eyes.
“By the holy shrine.” Jeongguk breathed, pulling away to look at the golden skin and fluid contours, under the moonlight. The way Taehyung’s chest heaved, eyes closed and head tilted backwards, Jeongguk could not seem to do anything but stare at the demi-god in his arms, ready to be ravished and taken– his legs splayed, nipples perked up and flower dripping honey.
Taehyung fluttered his eyes open when Jeongguk’s touch disappeared from his core and he found the younger staring at everything there was to be seen, with his brows set in a line and eyes carrying a dangerous glint. Taehyung’s essence throbbed against air and he could feel his neck and ears burning.
“J-Jeongguk?”
When the younger looked up at him at once, Taehyung sucked in a sharp breath, before shifting in his place and kneeling. Jeongguk followed his movements with his eyes, his heart leaping to his throat, when Taehyung took his hand gently and parted his knees, before guiding his fingers to rest against his flower. Taehyung threw his head back and Jeongguk groaned, his feral instincts taking over, before he was pressing his lips to an aroused areola. He parted his lips, taking it in the warm abode of his mouth and Taehyung moaned so prettily for him.
He flicked his tongue across it, his fingers moving alike around his clitoris before one of them moved to push inside his heat. Taehyung was so wet that it went easily up till the hilt and the brunet flushed at that. Jeongguk pulled back only to push in two fingers this time and Taehyung’s walls contracted around them deliciously. Jeongguk could barely wait, his fingers digging into Taehyung’s waist. The strain in his trousers was becoming painful.
“Jeongguk?” Taehyung breathed, as the younger’s fingers worked magic inside him. “Let me…”
Jeongguk looked up, when Taehyung pushed him back gently, to sink onto his thighs. He reached, with trembling fingers, to untie the strings of Jeongguk’s trousers and he gripped Taehyung’s hand midway.
“I’ll do it. You don’t have to.” He shook his head, but Taehyung leaned forward placing a quick kiss on his lips.
“I want to. I want to do it.”
Jeongguk sighed, when Taehyung untied his trousers, before reaching in and the younger groaned at the attention to his throbbing manhood. Taehyung pulled it out, shifting closer to settle on Jeongguk’s thighs, as he stroked it gently, thumbing at the leaking tip.
“Taehyung…” Jeongguk breathed, closing his eyes, when Taehyung pressed their foreheads together, burying his fingers in the younger’s hair and tugging at the roots. Their lips met easily, involuntarily as if they had been doing this for ages, tongues entangling in a mess of wetness. Their hands moved in a fervent rhythm, pleasuring each other, bringing each other to the thresholds of insanity.
Taehyung pulled back, pressing a hand to Jeongguk’s chest and the younger fell back on the mattress, with Taehyung’s face hovering above his. The brunet barely waited, before bringing his lips down to rest on Jeongguk’s pecs, trailing them down his abdomen and was spurring at the soft groans he elicited.
“Tae.” Jeongguk grunted, when Taehyung pressed a kiss to the tip of his leaking manhood, smothering it with his release. He raised himself, knees on either side of Jeongguk’s torso and Jeongguk’s hands unconsciously went to his thighs, squeezing the supple skin.
“I love you.” Taehyung whispered, pressing the tip of Jeongguk’s length to his crevice, before he slowly sunk down on it.
“Fuck, Petal. So beautiful.”
Taehyung moaned at the name, throwing his head backwards, his back arching. Jeongguk’s jaws clenched, as he watched Taehyung with squinted eyes, his hands travelling up to rest on his waist– the beauty in his arms, around him and that too in reality and not in one of his many ardent imaginations. The brunet moved in a languid rhythm, mind going blank every time Jeongguk touched his sweetest spot and Taehyung realised that he had never been this elated being intimate with someone before.
How could I, when that someone was never Jeongguk?
A bead of sweat trailed down Taehyung’s midriff, and Jeongguk traced that path with his fingers, feeling his skin and every dip and curve till they were wrapped around his throat, gently.
Taehyung gasped, reaching for his wrist and holding onto it as if his life depended on it, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and lips parting to let out sinful sounds of pleasure, which drew Jeongguk closer to his crescendo.
When Taehyung’s hips started staggering, the younger flipped themselves over, hovering above the tired and lithe frame, as he caught his breath a little.
Jeongguk smiled, pressing his hand under Taehyung’s thigh and pushing it up to spread him wider, “I love you too. I love you and that’s my only truth.”
Taehyung sobbed, squeezing his eyes shut, as Jeongguk began with his ministrations, moving his hips and increasing his pace gradually while doing so. Taehyung could feel hot breaths fanning his face before his hand was taken gently.
“Look at me, Taehyung.” Taehyung shivered, flickering his eyes open. Every time Jeongguk said his name, he felt something swell in his chest. It was as if his name was made only for Jeongguk to call. Only for him.
Jeongguk entwined their fingers and pressed their hands beside Taehyung’s head.
“I am not leaving either. I’d never leave.” He whispered and Taehyung felt tears spill over his lashes, both from the physical and emotional sensitivity. Jeongguk leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his eyelid, before pressing another one on his cheek and then finally sealing their lips together again.
“Inside me.” Taehyung panted, once they pulled apart, “Stay inside me.”
“Taehy-”
“Please.” Taehyung whined, hiding his face against Jeongguk’s neck and the younger man chortled, shaking his head and closing his eyes momentarily.
“As you wish, Your Highness.”
As Taehyung spilled around Jeongguk with a strained moan, Jeongguk’s thrusts turned erratic and it wasn’t long before he came inside Taehyung painting his walls with his semen. His walls contracted around Jeongguk’s manhood, helping him with riding out his orgasm.
“Oh Lord.” Taehyung exhaled shakily, when Jeongguk leaned back just a little, to pull out of the older one carefully. They stared at the string of white connected to Taehyung’s gaping vagina, which leaked with Jeongguk’s release and the brunet blushed crimson at the filthy display.
He felt Jeongguk kissing him below his jaw before matching his gaze and Taehyung blinked, as Jeongguk stared at him with unconcealed adoration.
“Are you alright, Petal?”
Taehyung’s eyes flickered all over his face– his obsidian irises, his thick brows, defined jaws, a sharp nose with a sloping tip and a mole under his succulent lips. He giggled, exhausted and ears buzzing, mind hazy and vision a little blurred, as he raised his hand and brushed away the fringes from Jeongguk’s eyes.
He loved him. He loved him so much.
“Couldn’t have been better, General.”